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Officer Caleb'r Oran: Half-Tamaranean Sluutavan Officer. Flew to the high-end luxury Sluutavan apartment building. Heading to almost the top of it in a city of towering spires and flying cars Those flying cars, upon seeing the flying space cop, were now flying lower and in properly designated flying car levels as he landed on one of the balcony's of the luxury apartments..
He brushed down his uniform before raising his hand and knocking LOUDLY on the door… it was see-through, and the occupant KNEW he was there. He could see her… along with several empty bottles of wine… and probably significantly ILLEGAL drugs. He promptly let himself in.
The beautiful Sluutavan woman was so absolutely beautiful and exotic that it had to be stated twice. With a full-figured body with large, wobbling, round breasts with black Sluutavan tribal tattoos stretched from her collar bone, over her breasts, down her slender stomach, and onto her thighs, reaching around onto her ass into a mosaic of artwork like the rest of her. Her ruby red eyes glowed under the silvery white hair that was a mess. In one hand was a small joint of Talasco between her fingers, slightly wafting like incense… her eyes were Ruby red, more so than usual, and her skin was a SHOCKING white… the color of fresh snow. An increasingly rare genetic appearance, an 'Albino' Sluutavan…
Talasco is a highly controlled substance… and illegal in several Sluutavan cities… but he'll ignore that for now. An odd thing to say for an Officer of the law, but these were extenuating circumstances.
"45 Members of the Gorish Cartel have been arrested, and trials have been arranged for many of its members. 4 of them will be turned over to the Green Lanterns of Oa." Said the attractive Sluutavan woman on the screen, reading the news. "Though much of the case is kept under heavy restriction. Prized witness, Kriega Family member and former high-class Starmodel E-" the bottle flew from her hand, crashed against the screen, and it shattered as the beautiful woman, her fuzzy robe dangling off her voluptuous, tattooed body.
"FORMER?! FORMER?! I'm not a FORMER! ANYTHING! SNARGLE FRAGGING BOMBAX LICKER!" She wobbled uncertainly, and distractingly… but Caleb'r wasn't affected, even plastered and high… she still managed her Starmodel strut. Before snatching another bottle of wine from the counter. "I'll be walking the skywalk again soon enough." She focused her red eyes on Officer Oran, as if suddenly realizing he was there. "…Hello again, Officer Colan."
"Oran." He said firmly, his handlebar mustache bristling.
"Whatever… want to plow me into my bed?" she said, running her index finger of her Talasco smoking hand on his chest, and if his suit wasn't fire resistant, he might be on fire right now.
"Sit down." He said, taking her hand and pulling it away from his chest as she pouted her white lips.
"Oooh… forceful. I like it." Her eyes had trouble focusing, but she turned and strutted back to her throne-like chair. Oran sighed and waved his hand, trying to get the incense fumes from the Talasco smoke out of his face before activating his bracer and showing her three mugshots of very different alien species. A lizard-like beast, a blobby mass, and a one-eyed cyclopean thug. "…I'd bang all of them… so?"
"These are known Hitmen with connections to not only the Gorish Cartel, but space pirates, and underworld gangs. We intercepted them before they could complete their contracts." He pressed another button, and a rather sexy picture of her appeared… specifically her last Glor'Tekaina award win, blowing a kiss to the crowd. "They were after you." He said as she rolled her eyes and stared at the ceiling…
"So?"
"So, we need to put you under witness protection."
"Ooooh, are you going to protect me, Officer Soren?"
"…Metaphorically." He closed the holoimage of her, and she looked significantly disappointed, either from the lost images or Officer Oran's resistance to seduction. "Because you also still need to serve your community service for your reduced sentence."
"…I agreed to be a witness." She scowled, "What sentence?"
"You will not be incarcerated, but you will still be serving a sentence. And you get a choice…" he said as she frowned at him. "You can go into a rehabilitation run by the renowned blue lantern core."
"Rehab? I don't need rehab. Especially not by some… wannabe celibate monks… and have you seen their outfits? So gaudy." Officer Oran scowled, then brought up the second option.
"…Then the only other option is to put you in a location where nobody would dare come after you. A place where you will be lightly monitored not only by the lone officer currently stationed on this planet. But several green lanterns, and numerous more powered individuals."
"Why not just put me up at the Cargosa?" Oran stared at her as she sipped her booze… then swirled it around her bottle, letting it breathe further. "…Can't help but think you're trying to get rid of me altogether."
"…These are your options."
"Exile or Rehab?" she said, and got just sober enough with solid rage that she might have made a fairly good Red Lantern. "That's not an option at all-" Suddenly, Oran's wrist set off an alarm, and he DOVE at her as a blast of laser ripped through the glass door. It wouldn't incinerated her if not for a tamaranean energy shield formed from Oran's hand as a high-flying car did a drive by. A local gang hired for a simple hit…
And now their car was destroyed as Sluutava's toughest beat cop smashed the engine and sent them crashing into the nearby ocean… she blinked around her at her totaled posh apartment… she adjusted her robe as Officer Oran returned, looking no worse for wear despite the explosion and the sudden attack as he stared at her.
"Rehab, or Exile. For your own good." He declared coldly, "I'll let you collect yourself before you make a decision." He crossed his arms and stared her down as she tilted her bottle, which was only the neck, took the last drops down her throat, her long tongue, split at the tip, flicked around her lips.
"Snargle FRAG."
4 weeks later.
She shut her locker, and with a double check of her makeup in the mirror, she smirked with freshly painted ruby red lips and adjusted her blue top. A single blue sturdy strap across her breasts, with the symbol of, ironically, the blue lanterns as a clasp. She wore long blue, elbow length gloves with ringlets of her middle finger… she wore skimpy underwear under a long, separated skirt, front and back, barely hiding her shapely, shocking white, ass with each supermodel strut of her long shapely legs… the black tribal tattoos on her body wobbling and jiggling like ripples in the water with each step of her heels. Tugging on the blue stockings, she tossed her silvery white hair and stepped out of the locker rooms and did a step, turn, pose, and step again, sashaying across Orders' counter, her skirt swishing over her snowy bombax as the purple-eyed boss sighed audibly.
"Yes, yes, very fancy. Take her picture." She ordered Yaya, who was holding the camera.
"Sure, boss." She said, "Alright, 'Blue Lantern', right over here."
"But my lighting is better over here." Declared Blue Lantern haughtily, posing as her breasts wobbled in her strap top. Yaya watched her for a second, swishing the hanging dress as her white, tattooed ass wobbled under it playfully. Hands on the back of her head, posing, extending her oddly long tongue with a split tip as it flicked across her lips. Then, with one hand on her hip, the other on the curve of her breasts-
CLICK
"Yeah, that's what we get for hiring some sort of Sluutavan pornstar." Noted Yaya, while she was taking Blue Lantern's picture.
"Starmodel." Said Blue Lantern
"Supermodel." Not Orders, "And she's still not wrong." She added, referring to Yaya's statement, as Blue Lantern scoffed almost indignantly as Orders took the camera from Yaya and plugged it into the computer. "…The number of sex tapes you have could probably rival Veronica's."
Blue Lantern scoffed again, arms under her breasts and lifting them as she watched the archaic machine upload her very flattering picture. Yaya does good work, especially with proper lighting, as she suggested. "Alright, you're up, and you're available."
"I am. I have all the time on Earth." She said haughtily, while rolling her red eyes. "I'll be in my trailer."
"You'll be on the floor." Orders noted casually, "Until such times as I send you out of deliveries." She added as Giganta cast an ominous, towering shadow over Blue Lantern. Red eyes met blue as Giganta winked at her, the ominous implications… were not implicated openly.
"Of you go, Hon." She said, gesturing with a head tilt towards the floor as Blue Lantern hissed under her breath.
"Snargle Frag…. Dealing with PEASENTS." But straight-backed and tits out, she walked haughtily out onto the floor with a sexy strut. Giganta and Yaya watched her tattooed ass cheeks peaking out from the cloth as she stepped onto the floor to the rather excited cheers of a new girl.
"Sure about this one, boss?" Yaya asked, and Orders naturally replied almost mechanically
"I don't hire girls who can't do the job." Her purple eyes flicked up at Yaya and Giganta, who had repeated the phrase with her as she frowned.
"Yeah, yeah," Yaya replied with a shrug. "Seems like a LOT of issues."
"You have no idea." Orders replied with an eye roll. "…But the benefits outweigh the issues for now." She went back to her crosswords, as Yaya, however, waved.
"Well, I'm off. Have fun on your shifts." Yaya declared as Orders sighed, tapping on the crosswords as Giganta took her position and Blue Lantern talked down to SEVERAL men who promptly stuffed money into her cleavage, stockings, and belly dancer themed coin belt.
"…So… do I want to know where you found her?"
"Sluutavan female in exile isn't enough of an explanation?"
"Yeah, but… that attitude," Giganta noted as Orders hesitated to write her crosswords.
"…You know how people like to say 'I can fix them?'" Orders noted as Giganta chuckled, smirking at her.
"Yeah."
"I can humble her." She replied casually before going back to her crosswords. "I was going to say 'break,' but that has unhealthy connotations."
"You're the boss, sugar," Giganta replied as Blue Lantern stepped back into the lounge, COVERED in tips. Bills sticking out from everywhere they could stick out, she frowned at Orders and said, stoically.
"…I modeled a dress like this once…" with the best 'what am I doing with my life?' tone in her voice… or perhaps it was. 'I wish I were high right now.'
"Mmn." Orders replied lazily, tapping the counter with her phone hand. "Stack them all right here." Before reaching for said phone.
Time: 7:39 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
RING-CLICK
"Superbabes. We deliver."
"The… Blue Lantern… dessert, that's new, isn't it? That wasn't there yesterday."
"Whip creamed topped blueberry pie. Anything else?"
"Delivered by the belly dance hottie. Blue Lantern."
"Very well, we expect her back in 60 minutes or less, or the police will be informed, and you will be charged upon completion of delivery. Name and address, please."
Meanwhile
Orders hung up the phone just in time for Blue Lantern to put the last bill onto the counter, scowling curiously. "Why is this one covered in… syrup?" she noted indignantly, but Orders snatched it from her hand, putting it aside to be literally laundered.
"Better question. Why are you not covered in syrup?" Orders noted as Blue Lantern seemed to process that and check herself, before noting with sultry sarcasm.
"The night is young…" she said as the box of pie, in a bag, slid across the counter. It wasn't a HUGE pie, just a small little thing. One of Divya's recipes, actually.
Divya Burman: Not just Brownies.
"Haah… she then picked up the pie, and eyed Orders as the purple-eyed boss ripped off the receipt, and handed it to her. But Blue Lantern didn't move, remaining in place, and seemingly waiting for something.
"…Well?" Orders said after a moment
"Well, what?" Blue Lantern replied almost absently.
"…Go." Orders replied, her purple eyes flashing with subdued anger, only for Blue Lantern to reply, rather calm but with a HINT of superiority in her voice.
"How?" The word lingered in the air, and Orders blinked.
"What?"
"How am I supposed to get there? Orders?" Blue Lantern said slowly and casually adjusted her elbow-length gloves. "I am a Sluutavan, and even if I did drive my own vehicles, which I didn't. I don't know how to drive one of those metal deathtraps HERE." She said with a smirk, "So… how am I supposed to 'go?' exactly?"
…There was an amount of smugness in her tone… that rubbed Orders the wrong way. She promptly reached for the phone and dialed without looking away from Blue Lantern. Holding it to her ear.
"…Freya. Get here now." And she promptly hung up, interlocking her fingers. "…A ride has been arranged." She said, surprisingly CALM for an angry Orders that made Giganta ACTUALLY slide away a little… as if afraid a purple-eyed BOMB was about to go off.
VROOM. Barely 5 minutes later, the off-duty yellow lantern walked into the lounge from the back door, pulling her helmet off as she blinked around. "Orders? What's up?" she asked curiously as Orders snatched the receipt from Blue Lantern's hand and held it out to Freya.
"Take her here." She ordered as Freya raised an eyebrow, then turned that eyebrow to Blue Lantern, who seemed pretty proud of herself that she was getting chauffeured…
Until she saw Sleipnir.
"What the bombax is that?" she hissed at the glorious daisy yellow bike and recoiled as Freya tossed her a spare helmet.
"Sleipnir. My baby. Put that on." She said firmly as Blue Lantern recoiled again.
"…But my hair…" she noted, but Freya took the food, put it in the seat storage, and swung her leg over the bike, pulled her own helmet back on.
"I mean, I'm not going to fuck up. But it is a law." Freya replied before revving up Sleipnir, actually startling Blue Lantern, who was used to spaceships and semi-secure flying transports.
"You can't be serious." She said in disbelief.
"Can we hurry this up? I have a race to get to." Freya replied, revving Sleipnir again like a rumbling Gorebeast… it was kinda arousing.
"…My hair." She growled, yanking the stuffy thing on her head before swinging her own leg over the bike.
"You might want to hold onto me," Freya said as Blue Lantern wrapped her arms around Freya's waist, pushing her spongy white breasts on her back.
"Like how that FEEEEELS!?! SNARGLE FRAG!!" she screamed, immediately tightening her grip as Freya sped off at lightspeed through Gotham.
In RECORD time, Freya has sped through Gotham and straight into Gotham Heights in record time. Blue Lantern could not get off Sleipnir fast enough, almost doubling over and vomiting in her helmet, before she yanked it off. "Are you FRAGGING INSANE?!" she breathed manically as Freya stared at her, getting off Sleipnir and retrieving the food, which was unharmed, from the seat storage.
"No. Just that good." She said, handing it to her food, and pointing to the manor up head. "This is the place." She slipped the receipt into the bag. "Now go be a slut." She said casually, before stepping away and swinging her leg over Sleipnir again.
"SLUUTavan…" Blue Lantern tried to correct her, but Freya was already speeding away, "…Crazy fragger." She said, watching the Yellow Bike vanish in the darkness, and turned her attention back to the manor… "…Hmph."
It wasn't one of her luxury properties, but it wasn't terrible. It was impressive… for a backwater planet.
Her legs stepped across the pavement, clicking loudly as the tip of her tongue flicked across her lips with a slippery hiss. She walked up the steps, approaching the front door before absently poking at the ornate doorknocker. She flicked her finger curiously over it, debating dropping the bag and leaving before she realized she was trapped here… and Orders would know.
It was actually rather infuriating.
Well, she might as well get it over with then, lowering herself to having sex with some evolved backwater beast… though literally nothing she hasn't done before. She's had sex with a Drenthaxian for a hit of Grablix. Sex with a human isn't nearly as disgusting… allegedly.
BONG BONG BONG. She knocked the knocker… and waited, only to roll her eyes. "Right. Superbabes."
Time: 7:48 PM. Place: Gotham Heights (Decent for a backwater Manor)
"Special Delivery Service… Inane." She declared coldly, rolling her eyes again as the door opened to an older man with an upturned nose in a neatly pressed suit and gloves. He looked tired, and somewhat disappointed…
She could relate.
"Madam." He said before eyeing the bag of food as she held it out to him.
"Your food." She said as she stepped inside the manor, and he sighed resignedly.
"Not MY food." He pointed up the stairs, "First room on your left." He mumbled drearily, but even as he tried to maintain his stiff upper lip… the half-naked nature of her body and the fact that she was so white she practically glowed and the fact that she was a literal unearthly beauty caused his eye to wander.
"Not your food? Are you some sort of menial laborer?" she asked dismissively, not catching his side-eye.
"I am the butler, madam." He moaned tiredly.
"…So a menial." She said finally, turning around and ascending the stairs, her backside wobbled side to side with each strutting step. Her black line tattoos on her buttocks wobbling invitingly. The curtain cloth danced side to side as she stood on the top step, turned left, and found the door. She didn't even bother to knock, opening the door to the sounds of explosions and blaster fire.
Some sort of visual entertainment… a gaming system. "Ngh…" she scowled at it.
"HOLY shit, you're better looking in person!" A youth lounged on a bed covered in empty soda bottles and bags of snacks. Greasy, lazy, in his underwear, dark hair, pasty... "I didn't think you'd actually come! I thought it was a myth!"
"…I am quite the legend." She said with some disgust as he clambered off the bed, approached her, and immediately reached out with greasy fingers to touch her. WHAP "Excuse you!" she snapped as he recoiled.
"What?" he rubbed his now pained hand in surprise as she glowered at him.
"You are FILTHY." She hissed, "And you want to touch this body with these meaty, greasy hands…" he almost sheepishly ran his hands over his boxers, but it wasn't much better. "BATHE yourself, you savage." She snapped, as he flinched. "GO." She hissed, gazing down at him past her breasts, "Go! Little Savage." She snapped as he seemed to step away from her ruby-eyed glare, and quickly rushed into the washroom. "…Hmph." She said as she heard the hiss of water…
With an elaborate strut, she sat her shapely bombax on the edge of the bed. The LEAST greasy and disgusting part of it, she crossed her long legs. She absently picked up a loose chip, covered in powdered cheese. Her tongue, long and flexible, danced her split tip on the end before wrapping around the chip and sucking it into her mouth like a frog catching a fly.
CRUNCH.
"…Hmph." She hummed, chewed it, swallowed, and licked her lips. She bounced her leg in the air, leaning back on the messy bed as she waited for this filthy little animal to cleanse himself. It provided her a few moments longer from letting this little lesser savage backwater hillbilly from touching her a little longer… but soon the hiss of water stopped… and he walked back out with a towel around his waist.
Now that he wasn't covered in snacks and greasy he looked relatively presentable. She might actually be less disgusted now… "Well, at you're at least tolerable." She declared, before standing up. "But I refuse to lie on this… thing." She said, gesturing to the bed as he looked at the mess on it. "Clean it up." She ordered before strutting around towards him, flicking at his chin as she passed by and stood next to the bed.
To this rich idiot's credit, he seemed to be thinking with more than his second brain, immediately he grabbed each corner of the bed, tossing it into the middle, before lifting it all up like a sack and tossing it off the bed. Onto the floor with a crash before he threw himself on the relatively pristine bedsheets. Seemingly quite proud of himself.
"…Well, I can't say you didn't do what I said." She stood at the edge of the bed, her body swaying slightly, her tattoos seemingly dancing on her body in the low light. "I SUPPOSE… you deserve SOME reward..." She slid her hands on his leg, her hips still swaying like an exotic serpent as her tongue coiled from her mouth, the split end sliding across her lips as he stared at it in awed arousal… because his towel was twitching now. "MMmn…" Her fingers danced up the towel and pulled it open, freeing the little savage's erection as it poked upward.
"Oh yeah…" he grinned excitedly as her tongue slid back out of her mouth and hung down, the tips flicking at it. "Awesome…" he groaned as her split tongue coiled around his length.
"AHaammn…" it tickled and flicked, the tips dancing around his cock, like dexterous fingers, sliding steadily up his length. Inch by inch, sliding up his cock before her tongue spiraled around the tip. Finally, she bit the blaster… not literally, though. That would hurt.
And blood tastes awful.
Her ruby lips wrapped around his cock as she pulled it into her mouth. "Mmmn!!" Her eyelids lowered as her tongue spiraled and danced like a living creature. As her head slid up and down, she had to admit it's been a while since she's had ONE cock… sliding onto the bed, lying between his legs, her hands flicked and rubbed on his body as his hips started pumping towards her face as she slid up and down. "Mmmn… mmn!"
Her tongue tips wrapped around his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth, stroking him sensually as he reached up with his hands and rapped them into her hair as she scowled, grabbed his wrists, and pinned them down angrily. "BWAH!" she popped off his shaft, spat on it, and snarled. She slapped his cock.
"Ah!?" he groaned at it twitched, and she pulled away.
"Did I SAY you could touch my hair? You little savage." She snarled before grabbing his legs and pulling them toward the edge of the bed. "After I put you in my mouth." She snarled before she adjusted her tits over his cock and slid them down onto his shaft.
"Oooh…" he groaned, shivering as his hands slowly rose again.
"Touch me again without my permission, and I STOP. Do you understand?" she snapped, her tits rising up and down around his cock as his hands dropped back to the bed and grabbed onto it as her titjob flew up and down. Held tightly around his cock by the strap, the silky transparent hangings attached to the strap, tickled his skin. "Mmmn…" she moaned softly, bouncing up and down, her tongue hanging from her mouth, clawing his skin lightly. "Mmmn…" standing on her knees, she bounced her breasts off his lap. Moaning at the scent of his pre-cum oozing from his tip.
"Haah! Ah! Haaah…" tossing her silvery white hair from her face, her sluutavan senses SMELLING his inevitable climax, she suddenly reached up and FLICKED the Blue Lantern symbol holding the strap around her breasts. The clasp popped open, and the strap sprang apart, her huge breasts bouncing free as his cock quivered. Her tits rested on his lap as she twisted her torso, rubbing against his sensitive shaft before she pulled away and stood up.
"Pitiful…" she flicked his average human cock with a finger daintily, his tip wobbling… she then slid her hands down the tattoos of her body, slipping her thumbs into the chain of her belt, and flicked.
It fell away, exposing a skimpy bikini bottom as the lower dress hit the floor with a clatter. Her fingers then plicked at the strings of her bikini and pulled; they fell away as she smirked… clinging briefly to her wet sluutavan pussy before it too peeled away from her sticky love juices as she raised one heeled foot, and stepped onto the bed… standing over him, she raised her hands to her hair. Her breasts, firm and bouncing, jiggled on her chest as she squatted down, her eyes glowing as she stared into him. Smiling sultrily as her tongue flicked across her lips. "Don't disappoint me."
Her voice hissed the word as her tongue slid out of her mouth, coiling and flicking, before sliding him inside her. "Haaah!"
"Oooh! Yeah!" he gasped, reaching up and grabbing at her spongey chest as she hissed.
"Mmn!" she slammed one hand on his chest.
"Ooh!" knocking the air out of him, before raising herself up on her legs and dropping down. "Haah! Ah! Ah!" groaning as she started riding him. Pressing down on his chest, she raised her other hand to the back of her head, tossing it before rolling her hips on him.
"Ah… haah…" her tongue flicking out of her mouth. "Haah! Ah! Ah!!" rolling her hips around and around, her legs squeezing around him as she, and her tattooed breasts bounced, her bombax clapping loudly as she dropped them onto his lap. The bed creaking under them. "Ah! Ah!" thrusting her hips as she dropped up and down. His hands reaching up to grab at her chest now.
"Oooh!" she howled, shivering in orgasm as she dropped onto him as he squeezed tightly around her chest. "NNGH!" She grabbed his wrists, pinning them down over his head, throwing herself forward so her breasts were on his face. "Ooooh…" growling through clenched teeth, she continued her orgasm until she felt his hot human seed spurting deep inside her. "Haaah…" her eyes rolled, tongue coiling out of her mouth and dangling low. "Haah…"
She twisted her chest on his face before pushing up off his goofy smiling mug. She tossed her hair, collected herself, and slammed her hand back on his chest before rolling her hips on him. "Uugh…" he groaned as she snarled.
"Get it up again…" she ordered, "I'm not DONE." She declared, rolling her hips on him as he bucked his hips up against her. "Ah… Ah!" reaching up for her tits once more, "Oooh!" gasping as his hands rubbed her hardened nipples.
She snarled as she rode him harder, faster. "Ah! Ah! AHH! FRAG!!" she snarled, slamming her hips down and shaking as her Sluutavan urges kicked in. "OOooh…" She's been grossly negligent in her fucking… the flight here with Officer Oran was GROSSLY boring. Her stay with Officer Carant was especially disappointing. She barely had any sex!
…She might be indulging.
"Ah! Ah! MORE… you FRAGGING little savage!" she groaned, his hands squeezing her big breasts. "Harder! Deeper!"
"Ugh! Haah!" pushing up into her, swinging his hips into her riding body as she writhed erotically on his lap… until he pushed her over. "UGH!"
"AH! Ah! Ah!!" swinging his hips into her as her breasts bounced up and down in his hands, "AHH!" her legs stretching out behind him as her drove into her harder, rubbing and squeezing her, pressing her harder as he amateurishly pumped away. Driving his cock into her as her body shivered and her back arched. "OOOh!" shivering wildly as she clamped down around him, he threw his hips forward. "Ah…AH!??" she gasped as she suddenly slipped off the bed and slammed onto her shoulders. "SNARGLE FRAG!! AHG!" His cock slipped out of her, but before she could get up, he clambered off the bed, turned around, and slammed back into her. "Oooh!!" she howled as he spread her legs and thrust into her body, slamming away at her hips once more, her bombax wobbling wildly against the bed as he pumped away at her. "Oh! Oh!" Her legs spread, and her toes touched the floor. "Ah! Ah! Ahhh!!" his hands clawed at her bombax, and her eyes rolled as her body clamped down, and he pushed into her. "OOOH…"
"Aah!!" he fell onto the bed and groaned, bucking his hips as she shivered, feeling him cum into her body as he pushed on the floor, clawing it with his toes and the bed, and groaned.
Breathing heavily, she shivered before shifting herself, putting her hands on his thighs, and shoving him onto the bed. As he groaned, laughing tiredly as she rolled over onto her hands and knees. Standing up and turning around, crawling back into the bed wordlessly.
"Get it hard. Do it again…" she snarled, on her hands and knees as he watched her shake her ass.
"Gi-give me a second."
"A second?!" she snarled, "I said don't disappoint me." She grabbed his balls and squeezed.
"NNGH!?"
"You are disappointing me!" she said sourly, "Great Jizzo, HUMAN PEON." She snapped her hand to his crotch and wiggled her fingers, churning his balls as his shaft rigidly twitched. "Quicker shots than-"
Whatever space metaphor she was going to use was interrupted by him groaning and slapping her hand away, swinging himself around to grab her curvy waist. "You-Take this!"
"OOH!" slamming into her body, her tattooed ass rippled as he began thrusting.
"You! Slut!" he groaned, thrusting and slamming into her. "Who do you think you are?! This is my house and I! Ordered! YOU!"
"OOoh!" Her upper body dropped to the bed, her breasts bulging beneath her as he pounded her hard from behind, faster and faster, her thick bombax clapping as he got to his feet. Planting them into the bed, squatting behind her, throwing his hips, and bouncing off her body as she groaned again.
"Oooh! OOH!! FRAAAAAAG." She howled, arching her back and throwing back her bombax as he sped up. "Oooh!" shaking in orgasm as he smacked her snow white skin, stinging it briefly purple as he slammed away. "Oooh!"
"Haah! Aah!!" he threw himself against her until they dropped to the bed, her toes curled as she clawed the sheets with her fingers, tongue lolling from her mouth and flicking as he wrapped his arms under her body, grabbing her breasts and bucking against her even as he came again inside her spasming body. "Mmmgh!!"
"Haah… haaa…" Blue Lantern hissed, her tongue twitching around her lips, flicking around as it shot back into her mouth. Her red eyes, slightly hazed over, rolled in their sockets, and she focused. "OFF!" she snapped, rolling over and pushing off his body as he groaned. "…Disgusting." She groaned, lazily as he moaned on the bed. She strutted away, running her tongue across her lips as she slipped into his bathroom. "Mmn."
She was increasingly more impressed with the size. Or perhaps she was just used to Officer Carant's cover apartment… which was seemingly becoming her apartment, considering Officer Carant had spent a good deal of time with her 'alleged' brother.
…Perhaps she should consider upgrading… that little Humans are simple. She stepped into the shower, and instantly hosed herself down, moaning under a hot soothing shower… it wasn't Geldi swamp water, but it was just as relaxing and made her shockingly white skin glisten and practically glow.
Soon, she was stepping out of the shower, and she wrapped the towel around her body, then remembered that the rest of her clothes were in the bedroom and strutted out to get dressed. She wrapped the strap back on over her breasts and applied the clasp, tying back on her underwear, and the belt… she stared at him, looking fairly proud of himself… before she slapped his foot.
"Nngh!" he seemed to jolt back to reality as she glowered down at him.
"Get me the money." She ordered, hand on her hip as she spoke imposingly to him. He stared at her and rolled over, crawling to the edge of the bed. "…Just like that." She said as he blinked tiredly.
"What?"
"CRAWL." She ordered as she stared at her, but she haughtily sneered down at him, licking her lips again with her tongue and making him shudder, "CRAWL." She repeated as he flopped off the bed, crawling on the floor, she raised one foot and stepped on him, pushing him on. "…Good little beast." She said, strutting alongside him as he reached a dresser, standing up and opening the top, retrieving a fistful of bills slapdashedly clattered together as she took it, examined it, and stuffed it into her breasts. She wasn't sure if that was enough, but that was Orders' problem.
…Speaking of Orders.
"I need transport." She said as he blinked at her.
"What?" she pressed a finger under his chin and lifted his face up to look at her. Even without her heels on, she was taller than him…
"Transport. Someone needs to take me back." She declared, "…I am not riding on the back of that roaring metal deathtrap." She declared coldly, "Transport." She repeated as he blinked up at her.
"Uh… yeah… okay." He said, gazing into her unearthly ruby eyes as he went to go put on clothes.
"Barnard." He said, leading her down the stairs, as the old butler appeared, his face was blue, and there was a hint of whipped cream on the corner of his lips.
"Yes, sir?" he said, subtly adjusting himself as he blinked at his employer as if he couldn't believe he was walking under his own power.
"I'm going driving. I'll be right back." He said, retrieving a set of keys from a hook as the old butler stared at him, then Blue Lantern, who mostly ignored him.
"…Very well?" he replied as he couldn't think of anything else to say. Blue Lantern stepped outside and waited for the silly creature to come around with the car. She stood, waiting for him to get out, and open the door for her as she slipped into the backseat, smugly smiling as he shut the door… and drove her back to Superbabes… and he didn't even ask WHY he did that until they had actually gotten there.
Time: 8:58 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Blue Lantern was let out of the car, and with a flick of her clint's chin, she Starmodel strutted into Superbabes without a glance back, her hips popping as he watched, then seemed to break out of his Sluutavan pheromone-laced trance and wondered… how the hell did she do that?!
Blue Lantern, however, reached into her cleavage and pulled the wad of money from her breasts and slapped it onto the table. "This is beneath me." She said bluntly, "A simple task."
"Mmn." Orders replied dismissively, taking Blue Lantern's cut, and pointing to her office. "In there. Now." She demanded as Blue Lantern raised an eyebrow.
"I was going to shower." She said lazily, but Orders sniffed.
"Ronnie-Bell."
"NGH!" The sexy wall of Muscle suddenly grabbed Blue Lantern's very sexy and smooth shoulders, lifted her off the floor, and casually carried her into the office as she squirmed. "Unhand me!" she snapped, but the big redhead dropped her in the office as Orders casually followed in behind.
"Man the desk."
"Certainly, Sugar." She said, shutting the door as Orders sat at her desk, opened her drawer, and produced a folder, which she tossed onto the desk.
"Your government isn't very functional if they drop you here without any proper identification."
"I certainly don't have a high opinion of this planet, why would my government?" replied Blue Lantern, but she pulled the folder to her and opened it. "…What's this?"
"Were you not listening, Elinor? Your identification." Elinor picked up the ID and examined it. "Elee'Norcaso Kriega, you are officially Elinor Kriega." Orders said, "Better than what Ukyo could forge for you at any rate. By the way. You're moving out of her apartment by the end of the week."
"…I beg your pardon?" she said haughtily. Last she checked, Ukyo was going to some planet called 'Colombia' with her alleged little brother, she was going to use that time to booze and fuck whoever she wanted.
"You are now my responsibility, so I'm taking care of you." Orders noted in an almost motherly tone… a sickening, smothering mother tone. "…So you will be moving into my boarding house with the rest of the girls who need a place to stay."
"Excuse you. I do not sully myself with COMMUNAL housing…" Orders' purple eyes flashed.
"…I thought you'd say that." She then cleared her throat. "Demona. Arwa."
There was an odd CHILL in the air, and Elinor suddenly felt a presence behind her, not in a mystical sense, just the overall feeling of someone suddenly moving behind her, and she turned around to find the tall and beautiful Arwa al-Aza, who waved at her sweetly, and the rather dour-looking winged woman who actually smirked.
"Meet your handlers."
"Handlers?!" she replied scathingly, before hesitating. "Where did they even come from?"
"You don't want to know," Demona replied, knowing she was asking how they got into the room more than where SPECIFICALLY they came from.
"Saudi Arabia, I think." Arwa replied, "General area to be fair…" she said, shaking her hand as if to say 'kinda', all with a smile on her face.
"You will be moving in with them. And to ease the burden off of Officer Carant." Orders noted almost deviously.
"You can't just-" but Orders raised an eyebrow at that as Demona sighed.
"It's easier on everyone if you go with it." She noted, "Trust me. It's a LOT easier."
"It won't be so bad! We can do each other's hair!" said Arwa, "It's so SILKY, and I love your skin… do you turn orange in the sun too?" she asked as she then pushed a remarkably stunned Elinor out of the office, leaving Orders and Demona.
"…Why do I have to watch her again?" she noted as Orders organized Elinor's new documents, handing them to Demona.
"Because I find it amusing for all involved." Orders replied casually, "You get someone to metaphorically torture, and I make it clear to Elinor who the REAL 'peon' is." She said, coolly. "…Plus I actually like Ukyo." Orders noted. "She's respectful." Demona scoffed and slipped the envelope into her jacket as Orders added, "…and Elinor getting Rides from Freya every day until she learns how to drive herself will be VERY funny."
"Evil. Purple-eyed Harpy." Demona mumbled under her breath, and Orders' lips twitched.
End
Elinor has actually been in the works for awhile now. Huntress should be up soon, Elinor's PICTURE is up on my patreon and a little extra. Done by Dave. And her short and Roster will be up soon.