Main Story Twenty-One
“Barkeep, can you turn that up?” he shouted, putting his glass down.
The bartender looked at him with exasperation, then turned to face the television over his left shoulder. He froze, seeing the screen for what it truly meant. Thankfully, the man had the good sense to comply with his request without freezing for too long. A couple of green rectangles popped up underneath a large-texted word “VOLUME” on the lower third of the screen. As the sound finally reached Hal’s ears, he noticed several other people near the bar area had stopped what they were doing to gaze in fright at the screen too.
“... appears that Superman and some other person with him left the planet together, Tom,” a nameless correspondent reported. “From this exclusive footage obtained courtesy of Gotham City News, Superman and this mysterious stranger… hold on, Tom. I’m getting reports that the woman he was with is one of the attackers from the Almerac invasion two years ago, though we cannot confirm at this time.”
Heavily pixelated and blurred images from a great distance appeared on screen where the male correspondent had just been. Much of the center was unintelligible, the but the amount of apricot and gray he could see through the obfuscation told him that neither one was wearing clothes. Though most of the humans on Earth couldn’t identify the majority of the intergalactic threats my name, Hal was capable of recognizing both Superman and Amazing Grace just by the appearance of their heads.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“... it is unclear why exactly Superman would be flying with one of his sworn enemies in his arms; perhaps this is a case of him converting one of his foes to the Justice League as he did with the alien known as Maxima.” The images shrunk to the side of the screen, allowing both the male correspondent, a female correspondent, and Tom the anchor to take an appearance on the screen. “Or perhaps this is a possible recurrence of Superman’s mind similar to the time he was briefly captured by Sleez.”
“Very troubling,” the anchor commented. “For those of you at home just now joining us, we can’t show you these images in their entirety due to their graphic nature.” He paused a moment. “Vicki, your report also indicated that he flew with this woman by the Watchtower without stopping to… well, the two of them did not go to the Watchtower.”
“That’s right, Tom,” Vicki Vale said. “Sources indicate that Superman flew close to the Watchtower before leaving the Earth’s atmosphere entirely. In fact, a member of the NASA Early Alert Division confirmed to me that the direction the two of them left in was in the route of the alien world Apokolips, notable for being the homeworld of Darkseid.”
“Shit,” Hal repeated.
“Very troubling, again,” Tom repeated.
“That’s right, Tom,” Vicki repeated.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
“Yes.” Single-word sentences seemed to be the only thing all three of the reporters on television were capable of at the moment.
Hal, meanwhile, was standing up from his barstool and placing a twenty-dollar bill down on the counter. He didn’t care about the eighteen dollars and change he was supposed to receive for the water glass.
The bar was quiet except for the television as he stepped out of the building, walking briskly out to his left and straightening out his jacket in the night. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out a dun green ring, holding it up to his lips so he could blow the dust off of it.
Turning into an alleyway, Hal put the ring on his finger and rolled around his arms in their sockets. His vacation was still a few days from ending, but Superman leaving the Earth with Amazing Grace in his arms had to qualify for an existential emergency.
Cracking his neck to the side, he put both hands into fists and extended his arms out.
Immediately, he felt a surge of power burst through his very bones as the alley’s walls around him began glowing green from his light. Hal breathed in a sweet, freed breath of delight; it had been far too long since he had done this.
Still, even as he felt the achievement of claiming victory over the concept of taking time off from work, he also felt the soreness in his shoulders from his injuries from his clash with Elyssa on Yheda. He wasn’t in fighting-shape just yet, but hopefully he wouldn’t have to fight.
Clicking the ring on his finger with the same hand’s thumb, he began levitating off of the ground. “J’onn?” Hal called. “You there?”
He kept his thumb on top of the ring in waiting for a reply, but none came.
Cursing softly, he removed and replaced his thumb back on the ring. “Cyborg, it’s Hal. Do you have a moment?”
Once again, he received nothing from the ring.
“Is anyone there?” Hal asked himself. He rose higher into the sky, cresting the top of the building on his left, nearly there on the right. Tapping the ring, he scanned both sides for anyone watching.
“Barry?”
Another tap.
“Diana?”
Tap.
“Bruce?”
Tap.
“Maxima?”
“Who’s there?” his ring asked in Maxima’s voice.
He breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s Hal. What the hell is happening up there?” He rose above the other rooftop on his right. With no other obstruction in his way, he twisted to the side and picked up speed. The people below would likely be able to see him now.
Green Lantern, he thought.
“Hal?” Maxima demanded. “What are you doing putting the ring on? You’re not cleared for duty yet.”
“Tell me what’s going on,” Hal countered. The other ring in his pocket was underneath his Guardian-issued uniform. “Why is no one answering me?”
“I’m busy dealing with the wounded,” she said. “Ask someone else.”
“Wounded?” he echoed. “Who’s-”
Something struck him from behind, slapping him across his back and startling him. Grunting more in surprise than pain, his thumb slipped off of his ring as his flight was momentarily interrupted.
Regaining his balance, Green Lantern, dodged to the side and turned himself over, looking for what had hit him. Had he been hit by some careless pigeon, or was he actually under attack? Whatever it was hadn’t dealt a necessarily strong blow.
He turned over to find nothing but the clouds above him, darkly shaded by the night sky.
“Dammit,” he swore. He should have guessed that someone would be watching for him on this night.
“What’s wrong?” Maxima asked loudly.
“I’ll call you back!” Hal returned, putting his arms at his sides and bursting up higher into the air, trying to survey the entire area beneath him. Whatever had hit him must have been shot from the darkness of the buildings and-
He felt another blow- stronger this time- strike him on his scalp from above. The strike cause him to careen forward, catching himself as he was pointed head-first toward the Earth with his fist aimed at the sky. He still didn’t feel much pain; Hal suspected that his attacker wasn’t trying to actually injure him.
He caught a flash of lightning through the cloud cover, only the lightning had a pink hue. It zipped from left to right before disappearing, rising up above the clouds.
Oh no… Setting his jaw, Hal righted himself in the air and began rising as well, following the pink stream. Disrupting the natural flow of the dark grey in the night sky, he joined a pink-suited woman on top of the overcast.
Well, “suited” was not the correct word to describe her. While she did have an armor-like outfit covering her sides and arms, she was bare almost everywhere else. Her front was completely exposed save for some blackened vinyl fabric covering her breasts from the sides, leaving her entire cleavage in plain sight. Her pink armor also left open a significant portion of her legs, including her whole thighs and knees up until her shin-protecting boots.
A pretty face was framed between a rounded headdress colored the same shade as the rest of her armor. Only her hair, lips and eyes had different colors than her body and armor; her lengthy hair was of a deep brown, her parted lips were of a deep crimson, and her narrowed eyes were of a deep violet.
They glowed in a predatory gaze.
Hal set his jaw once more.
“Hello, lover,” Carol smirked. The glowing ring on her finger indicated that she had been corrupted by its power and given herself over to Star Sapphire again.
It also indicated an imminent attack.
Hal threw out a large, rectangular shield between them as Carol launched a loose beam of energy at him in the form of a whip. The green wall successfully repelled the force of the attack, disappearing as Hal dropped his arm and drifted backward away from her to gain some time to plan out his response.
Carol smiled even wider and wilder at his retreat: her frenzied state was unbelievably unnerving. “Leaving me again?” she taunted, clicking her tongue. “I’ll teach you not to be such a bad boy.”
She lunged forward, stretching forth both of her fists and forming a moderately-long staff between them. The wind blew her hair out around her skull, making it appear that she was wearing a brown cape behind her.
Hal chose not to use his own ring to defend himself. Instead, he reached out and caught her staff, both of his hands wrapping around the too-solid bar between her fists. Pushing forward, he halted her momentum by kicking his feet out behind him and thrusting his flight against hers. To the outside observer, they might look like two swimmers pushing against a bright rope line between them.
“Mmm…” Star Sapphire moaned lightly. “Kiss me, lover.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” Green Lantern warned, gripping her staff tightly.
“Am I?” she mocked. “Hal?”
He started. How did she know?
Smirking at his startlement, Carol shoved the rod forward into his palms and shifted her hold so that her hands were outside of his. The pink energy beam bent within her grasp, wrapping around both of his wrists and constricting them together.
Hal struggled to pull his hands apart by reflex as the newly-created handcuffs bound him. As he tried to activate his ring, Star Sapphire forcefully grabbed his right hand yanked on it, pulling him very close to her.
She then held both of his hands in hers, keeping his fists from closing to try to use his powers. Her fingers were somehow still gentle despite their struggling grasps. A soft touch.
Carol ripped the ring from his hand.
“NO!” Hal screamed, reaching out for the ring with his bound hands to no avail. He could have sworn that he felt the power drain from his body as his uniform disappeared into thin air.
And with it, his ability to fly.
Shouting, his legs dipped downward to the ground as gravity reasserted its dominance over his entire body. He swung forward, held up in the air only by Star Sapphire’s grip on the small link between his two manacles. He struggled within her single-handed grip, a quick look down at the clouds below him reminding him of the very precarious position in which he was trapped.
He exhaled in a panic, screaming internally at his failure to keep possession of his ring. “Carol!” he tried.
“Say it louder, lover,” she replied, a distinctively sensual edge to her voice. “I’m gonna make you scream my name all night.”
“Carol, snap out of it!” Hal pleaded. “You don’t want to do this.”
“Oh, Hal,” Star Sapphire moaned, raising up her other hand balled into a fist around his ring. She shook her hand in front of his face, then tossed up the ring high above them. The glimmer was reflected by the moon in the night sky.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
The pink handcuffs vanished.
Turning in the air, Hal began falling toward the Earth once more. He shouted for help, begging in futility despite the impossible situation. He flailed, reaching about for something to grab onto.
Unbelievably, he felt his fingers brush up against something above him as he reached. In the darkness, he couldn’t quite tell what it was, but it felt too solid and too rigid to be either Star Sapphire or a bird. It probably wasn’t a plane, either, considering the-
The ring! Hal thought. In the darkness, he couldn’t quite see the ring; he just had to hope that he hadn’t accidentally flung it to the side with his motions.
He extended both hands upward, keeping his back pointed toward the ground as he passed through the cloud line. He caught a glimpse of a shadow of the ring, backlit through the clouds by the pink light emanating from Carol. It was still directly above him, hidden in the darkness on the other side of the smog.
As carefully and controlled as he could while hurtling down to the ground, he reached out with both hands and clasped them around the Lantern ring. Its unsubstantial weight was a reassuring feeling between his fingers.
The wind rushing past his ears, he looked up again and saw Star Sapphire diving out of the clouds toward him. Hal saw her wicked smile and returned a more grim expression as he pulled the ring firmly onto his right hand once again and closed his fist. He straightened his body out and flexed both of his arms, ready to fight.
Yet the power of the ring did not return to him.
Alarmed, Hal flailed his arms once again as he risked a glance below him to what lay in his path. He saw the taller buildings of the city coming closer and closer to him; he had maybe seconds before he hit the ground.
And there, he stopped.
Suddenly, he could see his legs kick forward on their own accord as his entire upper body was caught by something he could not feel. He was not falling, nor was he flying.
Confused, Hal looked at his arms and shoulders, as he could not feel the effects of gravity or any other force upon them. Except for his head and neck, he found every part of his body above his waist perfectly encapsulated by a pink body seal, molded to his exact shape like a form-fitting jacket.
He tested his legs, kicking them out in flailing motions around his body as he surveyed the seal around him. Trying to wriggle free, he put both knees together and drove them upwards and tossing his head back. Hal’s failed attempt to roll out only earned him a fresh pain in his lower back.
Vacations suck, he groaned internally. He craned his neck to look down and found himself well above the ground by at least a mile. So if she hadn’t been trying to kill him, why was his ring…
All pink.
He’d thought it just a reflection of a similar shade as the body seal around him, but as he took a second look, he discovered that his previous glance had not been deceitful. This was not the ring of the Green Lantern Corps.
“Feeling the pressure?” Star Sapphire asked from behind him.
Definitely feeling some level of stress, Hal tried to look at her from over his shoulder. All he saw was the outline of a faint pink halo. Despite the height, there was barely any wind that he could feel. It was all quiet.
“Here,” she whispered. “Let me help.”
Hal proprioceptively discovered her to be floating underneath him, though his own body obstructed most of her from his view. Few clicks at his waist level signaled the removal of his belt.
Thinking quick, he threw both of his legs out and around her from above. His legs were wrapped beneath her left shoulder and upon her right cheek, putting him in control of a triangle chokehold.
Except he was completely not in control with half of his body frozen in mid air and with Carol being able to float in all possible angles. Once again, his only reward for his actions was another pain in his back.
Fucking Yheda. “Ouch,” he muttered belatedly.
“Don’t worry,” Star Sapphire calmed with a not-so-subtle smile. “I’ll make it all better.”
With one great tug, a thick beam of energy from her ring ripped nearly every article of clothing below his waist from his body. Hal watched helplessly as his shoes led the way for his pants to the ground.
Desperate, Hal looked around in the sky, hoping that the news forecast had been mistaken and that Superman was somewhere around here. She was in the process of removing his underwear too when he gave up hope of a late rescue.
He was all alone.
Hal’s underwear was split in three pieces by her enhanced fingers, leaving him with only his pink body wrapping in the wrong place.
Oh, there’s the wind. The chill would have made him shiver if he could move. Instead, his legs just flailed enough to unwrap from around Star Sapphire’s head and move down to her shoulders when he tried to resume his hold.
Before he could react any further, Carol’s forehead crashed into his groin. Hal wheezed, surrendering his weak hold of her shoulders with his legs. The awkward position he was left in once again caused his back to ache.
Yet, despite his pain, the heat of her breath against the sting of the wind and her proximity to his exposed member made him feel far too guiltily complacent. In fact…
Did the wind seem to be growing stronger?
Star Sapphire’s lengthy hair seemed to be blowing in all different directions for a brief moment rather than in one general path. Mostly, it was blown upwards to give her a second halo strictly around her skull. What could be the cause of this kind of wind?
Superman? he silently begged. Sadly, the wind seemed to die down as he thought about it.
Then she ran a quick lick up his flaccid cock and the wind suddenly returned. His dampened dick felt the chill, but it did not prevent the blood from running toward it.
Star Sapphire chuckled softly, muffled by the wind. “It’s been far too long, hasn’t it?”Hal shuddered, trying to block out the instant sensation of desire he felt while stuck in his half-cocoon. In brightest day…
She continued to chuckle, placing the head of his cock onto her tongue and using her tongue to direct the growing erection into her mouth. While he feebly tried to enclose his legs around her head, Carol maneuvered her floating body to the side, putting her at a near ninety-degree angle with his body. One of his legs was stuck atop her cranium at the knee, leaving it hanging at the end.
The wind seemed to be becoming more intense around him as she gagged on his still expanding cock. She didn’t back off from her efforts; she actually pushed herself deeper into his crotch. While the rest of his body felt the stiff breeze, his cock was encased in an incredible warmth.
“Get… off… me…” he tried, forcing the words through his clenched teeth.
In response, she increased the speed of her tongue twisting near the base of his shaft, all until his cock finally ceased its growth. Her chin bumped into his balls and wiggled slightly.
I’m going to… going to…
Carol rolled her head down toward the ground, then back up to start deep-throating him.
“Fuck!” Hal groaned. The wind was coming in stronger and stronger. In fact, it was blowing inward toward him from all directions.
Speaking of blowing…
Carol suddenly stopped, causing him to groan a second time. She withdrew from his cock slowly, the spittle clear from the white line of precum dripping from her lips and his foreskin. Unable to comprehend her sudden change in tactics, Hal desperately tried to shove his cock back toward her face, backaches be damned.
She smirked, pivoting her entire body around on her head’s axis until she was running antiparallel to him. “You want more?” Star Sapphire asked with faux sheepishness.
The wind was almost a roar, making it next to impossible to hear her. “YES!” Hal screamed. He could feel his fingers beginning to clench, his straitjacket weakening.
“Then you’ll have to come get it.” Carol grabbed the folds of her dress at the front. A quick moment of a knowing stare later, she shrugged her two breasts past their meager covering.
Hal’s breath caught in his throat. He redoubled his efforts to break free. At the first sight, he knew that he needed to have the sizably round globes sticking out of her chest with tiny nipples themselves sticking out of the centers of the globes. When Carol began fondling them, he knew that he needed to feel them between his hands himself to see if they could be even close to as soft as they looked. When he heard her moan over the ferocity of the wind’s howl, he knew he needed to crush his body with his own to get her to scream out his name right into his ear.
The wind reached a fever pitch and he curled into a tuck as he strained against his body seal. He was almost free.
In a violent explosion, Hal threw out his limbs and roared, tossing his head back to let it out into the sky. The wind was sent away from him, shoving the clouds outward from the two of them and cascading the city below them in hurricane force winds. When the wind finally subsided, he closed his eyes in blissful notice of his freedom. He was no longer bound, but he was not falling back to the Earth.
Hal clenched his fists, feeling the ring on his right hand against his palm be covered by a familiar fabric. He looked down at himself, noticing that he had finally gotten his ring to generate his powers. His uniform was mostly the same as before he had been captured with the notable exception of all the green of the outfit being replaced by pink and violet. His pants around his crotch, despite its alien substance, made a pitched tent much like a normal pair of pants would entail with such a long erection.
He was a Pink Lantern now. Carol had used his own lust to fuel the power of the ring, making him exactly what she had manipulated him into becoming.
Not that he cared. He was way too fucking horny for things like that.
With a mental command, the area around his cock vanished, unleashing himself as he pounced ahead for her. Carol- who had not at all been fazed by his transformation- retreated in equal measure. The two of them traveled at about the same speed, allowing Hal to watch her in perfect detail as she continued to fondle herself in front of him.
The wind was gone now, leading him to believe that the wind had been drawn to him before his change and had been a symbol of his newfound power.
Pink Lantern growled. How dare she deny him of his urges after stoking the flames for just that purpose. As his sexual frustration built, his velocity increased even further.
The power of lust worked both ways, however, as Carol appeared to also be gaining speed to keep the distance between the two of them constant. She seemed to be getting off on the chase just as much as the act of self-groping.
Pink Lantern was not amused, nor did he have the patience to indulge in her keeping him away. He tossed his fist forth, creating a wall of pink energy behind her. Carol crashed into the wall ass first, causing her to rebound and recoil by arching her back.
Hal happily took advantage of her momentary confusion by capturing her with arms locked around her stomach and pulling apart the seam making up her lower garments. The skimpy alien fabric did not tear at his attempts, something he should have anticipated by his own clothes’ response.
Angered, he tried to shove his cock through her clothes and into her snatch. His cock was not repelled, but he was unable to push through the fabric either. He was stuck, inches away from his prize, unable to get to the final goal.
Carol recovered from her quick jolt, apparently unhurt and no less aroused. She leaned her upper body over his shoulder and kissed the back of his neck. To say he was driven wild was an understatement.
Pink Lantern could feel her lips curl into a smirk as she kicked back off the energy wall behind her and flew up above him. The quick move caused her exposed breasts to bounce Sure enough, her cheshire cat grin broke momentarily as she licked her lips in hunger. “The power,” Carol remarked. “You can feel it, can’t you? Making you stronger.”
Hal growled again. He was about to jump to pursue her when he suddenly felt his cock ache in a torturous fashion. Wincing, he bent forward to cover up and hold it, breaking his concentration on the wall.
“Making you mine,” Star Sapphire finished.
There was a faint, pink substance that looked like dust surrounding his penis. Based on his numerous encounters with some of Superman’s less combat-oriented and more calculating foes, he came to a quick conclusion that it was a dose of pink kryptonite. Not many knew that it could affect more than just those hailing from Krypton, and fewer still could understand what exactly it caused in the beings it affected. Even Hal had no true comprehension (nor the ability to care about anything other than the need to fuck her now) what it was doing to him.
Carol drawing closer to him made him turn his gaze back above. She reached a casual hand out and shoved him down toward the ground. He did not resist, still hurting over his dick.
Not that he fell too far before something caught him. The contact with the surface he hit separated his hands from his pained member and placed them right on top of his thigh, palms facing upwards. No sooner had Pink Lantern hit the surface than did he feel himself bound for the second time in just a few minutes, though this time was not a body seal. Instead, a glance around at the surface he hit revealed a sort of half-egg with an open top. If not for his hands and legs being bound with several wrapped tangles, he could have easily flown back up to meet-
The woman crashing down into his lap and waiting hands. Her plump ass landed perfectly in his waiting hands, legs splayed across his waist and chest with her feet resting atop his shoulders. Star Sapphire’s body was just the greatest pleasure he had yet to sample, his hands told him.
Now unable to fully close his fist to activate the ring, he was powerless once again. Struggling only served to shift her weight a little, and trying to twist his hands only allowed him to feel different portions of her bottom.
“Do you feel that?” Carol cooed. She flicked his exposed cock with one finger, watching it flop back and forth. “The ring needs your lust; I only need the dust.”
“Release me!” Hal demanded.
“You’re not in control here, lover,” she warned. “I can make you do whatever I want.” Her exposed breasts took on a violet shade in the glow from the half-egg. “Whenever I want.”
He suddenly felt like he was already on the brink of cumming right then and there despite the minimal contact between her fingers and his member. Hal strained, thrusting up his hips to get it closer to her crotch.
She smirked at his frustration… again. “You’ve already given me the power I need.” She pinched her fingers out above his tip, then seemed to sprinkle more of that pink kryptonite dust. “I don’t know where this has been all my life, but I have it now.”
“Fuck!” Pink Lantern shouted. Whether it was a curse, a request, both...
“I control this fuck-tool, lover. I control when it gets hard, I decide when you get to use it, and I decide when you cum.” She ground her ass back into his hands, compelling him to squeeze. “Let me show you.”
Without warning, Hal suddenly, painfully, came to an explosion. He nearly screamed at the violent climax, twitching forwards and backwards until the cum began shooting high into the air. Much of it rose above the crest of the half-egg, falling out of the sky and back to the Earth.
Whatever didn’t leave the half-egg splashed off of his uniform and immediately became indistinguishable from the other colors. Carol sultrily swiped her open hand across his chest, feeling the dampness from what was left of his spunk. She took that hand and absentmindedly ran it across her own chest, scrunching one breast and then the next.
His climax ended, but to his utter disbelief, his cock was still raging hard and begging for release again. He stared at it, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. The aching cock- barely touched yet already soaked- pulled in for another release, turning as purple as her outfit.
“Nothing personal, Hal,” Star Sapphire assured, finally moving her hand in and stroking him gently. “I just needed to get the message across. This next part is personal.”
Pink Lantern watched as almost all of the rest of her outfit dissolved into thin air, leaving her in only her boots, mask and headdress. Her lengthy hair fell to one side of her body, and as she leaned forward (not letting him gain enough room to close his fist), he felt it drift into his face.
She smiled.
Then she took his cock and shoved it between her legs.
The two of them gasped as one, one gasp breathy, the other agonal. Hal tried to throw her up out of his lap with his fingers, by he had nowhere near enough leverage to gain a good launch point. As she settled around the head of the shaft, he couldn’t help but notice how right it felt to be inside of her, feeling her tight, womanly warmth encapsulating his tip.
It made him feel complete in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
Pink Lantern immediately decided to take more. He shuffled his hips downward, forcing a few more inches of his penis into her. Thankfully, she accepted his advances and met them with her own, sliding down his shaft a little further and-
He came again. Shouting, he fired his natural human energy beam into her unnatural divine pussy, feeling the liquids from both sources slip down the base of his shaft until his pooled around his groin.
Groaning, he looked at her pleadingly. “Why?”
She chuckled. “I told you; I’m in charge here.” She let herself sit back and allowed his shrinking member to slink out of her. Star Sapphire’s weight was firmly planted at his fingertips in a very generous donation, as his hands could attest. “Understood?”
Hal gritted his teeth, glancing to both sides and noting the half-egg beginning to curve upwards. Her desire… her passion… denying it now would only cause pain.
Then he was reminded of that inevitable pain when his cock instantly revived to its complete form. He winced and pulled in his legs as far as he could, which amounted to a slight slither of both thighs and a bending of both knees.
The latter of which gave Carol the leverage to plunge back down onto his shaft. Her movement took her weight off of his hands and allowed him to using his ring if he tried to do so. Her sexual conditioning combined with the instant and overwhelming sensation of making hard contact with her cervix made it nearly impossible for him to even consider using the ring against her.`
And on that sensation…
“FUCK!” Pink Lantern sang to the heavens, drawn out to profess his overdue pleasures. He had had no idea that such tightness and proximity could bring him such distinct levels of ecstasy. Who knew?
Taking the uncontested lead, Carol thrusted her hips toward his pelvis with his cock buried deep inside of her, unobstructed tits bouncing to create creased lines of skin above her ribs. The leftover portion angled under the pull, though the unforgiving tightness of her pussy did not allow any slip of his head against her walls. After reaching as far as her legs could propel her, she dumped back on her bottom.
Rinse, repeat.
Within moments, her gyrations had him moaning for relief. They soon reached a fever pitch that consequently pushed him to moan (wouldn’t you know it) feverishly. He started to rhythmically toss his legs out and twist onto each leg’s side as he did, the most equivalent thing to rocking he could do in his bound state.
Regardless of the efficiency of his motions, she seemed to be appreciative of his efforts. Or, at the very least, she was confident enough in her control that she was willing to slightly loosen his lower leg bonds. With his newfound space, he shifted his weight closer to his waist and adjusted his center of mass so that he was sitting right up against the side of the half-egg.
His arms were still strapped to his thighs, but the positioning made it impossible for him to ably caress any part of her body above her knees. He snaked them down to her calves, tracing gentle lines around the bone.
Star Sapphire played with her own breasts, not giving him enough freedom to take a sample. The flesh beneath and between her fingers called out to him, demanding his immediate and everlasting attention. The fact that they were so close yet just out of his reach drove him wild. Held back, he could do nothing but shout and moan as their war of hips continued, all until…
He exploded once more, sending his seed deep into her at a faster rate than he had ever blown his load before. It shot from his head and bounced around her walls before splashing into place either in her womb or back onto his shaft. His spasms seemed to similarly encourage her to her climax.
Her vaginal tightness encasing his spurting member increased tenfold as her orgasm finally arrived. It served to draw out his own, squeezing out every last ounce of cum from his unyielding cock. Hal closed his eyes as their shared rapture came to a blissful end.
Only it was not, in fact, the end. As her first orgasm ended, she immediately sought a second. As before, his cock became rock hard immediately after release once more in yet another painful return. Carol’s obsession with him had stretched for years, and she was hellbent on matching all the time she had spent pining with time spent combining.
And she found her second orgasm, then a third, then a fourth. At some point, she had freed Hal from his half-egg bonds and had flattened the sides so that they lay on just a platform. Hal couldn’t remember when that had happened; his mind had been completely numbed by all of the sex to the point that his arms being freed only meant that he was able to caress her and nothing else. Escape was not only out of the question, it was the farthest thing he wanted, if he could want anything any more.
A fifth, a sixth, more. Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain. Her near-insatiable lust gave him no respite and left him with no other option than to continue until it was all he was. At some point, it just became an accepted fact that he was not the partner, but the plaything. A well-cared-for plaything, but still a slave nonetheless.
It was the most enlightening realization he had ever had. And then his cock regenerated and all thought disappeared once more.
Finally- fucking finally- Star Sapphire rewarded his cooperation and allowed him to come down from his uncounted orgasm without forcing him to become hard again. Hal settled, arms flapping to either side as he struggled to regain his breath.
Carol, herself short of air, tried to stand up on wobbling legs. Their platform rose into the air, higher and higher as they burst through the clouds and kept going. Hal did not look back at the Earth as they left it behind; neither the energy to raise his head nor the desire to look away from his abductor came to him in any of the moments that followed.
Pink Lantern became the second former Justice Leaguer that day to abandon the planet.