Blackfire's True Ally is Revealed

Blackfire watched ‘Sue’ go. Then she pulled out the Fatherbox that had carried her here and stepped through the Boom Tube she summoned. Doom should have detected it at once, of course, but there was more than a simple Boom Tube at play.

Blackfire emerged from the Boom Tube not into the throne room in the capital of Tamarus, but into her own palatial but comfortable bedchambers. Her harem of concubines and sex-slaves had been cleared in the name of secrecy. It annoyed Blackfire immensely to see her inner sanctum devoid of nubile women draped and posed to arouse, with no reason to exist but to satisfy her sexual needs. She was the rightful ruler of Tamaran and her harem was the perfect expression of that mastery.

“You are safe? She is turned?” a proud female voice demanded of the tyrant of Tamaran.

Floating down from her place above the rapidly closing Boom Tube came a beautiful woman with her own mane of luscious black hair. Sapphire light sprang from a ring on her finger to beam into the Boom Tube, an unanticipated combination that would hide the Apokoliptian tech from Doom.

This was Carol Ferris, the leader of the Star Sapphires. She wore a pointed headpiece with a central star motif and was clad in thick sapphire-hued armor. But as she saw that no enemies pursued Blackfire the costume changed. In the blink of an eye, by the power of her will alone, it became a catsuit of broad translucent pink bands that cupped her breast and hid her crotch but revealed much of the rest of her body. And when the Boom Tube vanished with the expected boom, the beam from her ring flickered off and she visibility relaxed.

“I am safe. She is his thing.” Blackfire paused and considered and clarified. “Darkseid’s spy.”

As Carol floated into reach, Blackfire grabbed her and pulled her into a lusty kiss. Their lips met and tongues jousted. They moaned into one another as their lusts kindled. But it was Carol who swiftly broke their kiss.

“Can we trust them?” she asked.

“The clone, Sue? She was a pale copy, broken to begin with, and collared besides.” As if Sue’s wife would allow the real Invisible Woman to be taken and tamed. She would have torn the galaxy apart in pursuit, and cast the planet Latveria into the sun if that’s what it took to recover her bride. “And only a fool would ever trust Darkseid. We can trust nothing but that which binds us.”

Trust? Trust was for fools like her sister Koriand'r. Doubtless her insipid sister had already found some new ‘friends’ to trust, and would in time learn how weak that had made her. Komand'r would enjoy teaching her that lesson again, but it would never be a mistake the true rightful rule of Tamaran would make. Where was trust on the emotional spectrum? What color had it? It existed only as a weapon to be used against the weak.

“Let us reaffirm that bond,” Carol spoke with all the seductiveness of a Star Sapphire as she laughed and zipped from Blackfire’s to fly to the bed at the centre of the chamber. It could fit two-dozen women easily, and had. Star Sapphire hovered briefly above it before allowing her costume to vanish and flopping naked onto the bed’s soft sheets. “Come, show me why we need no trust, lover.”

Blackfire growled in animalistic heat, as the anger kindled by the absence of concubines and slaves did not cool but changed into a bloom of fire in her loins. That was what bound her and the Star Sapphire: that fire of lust. They would not betray one another till they had wrung every drop of pleasure from bedding one another. Carol Fenris was a soldier of love, her libido insatiable, her skill in sex indescribable. And Komand'r knew she was better.

Darkseid, Thanos, Doom, Luthor and all the other men who thought themselves strong were nothing! They had tossed aside desire in the pursuit of power and it made them weak. Blackfire understood the truth: lust was fuel for power and power the means to sate lust. The slaves in her harem who knelt before her royal might understood. This galaxy could only be conquered by the supernova-strong passion of lesbian lust. She would aid them all, ally and betray, until they had weakened one another and she destroyed the survivors. It was a dangerous game, but the prize was a galaxy she would rule as savior. And every superheroine as her ****.

As Blackfire strutted to the bed she shed her costume, arriving utterly nude, allowing the Star Sapphire to admire her powerful perfect form. She crawled onto and over Carol’s nubile body, feeling the Star Sapphire’s hands grab her ass pulling herself up to kiss her thighs. She took a first exploratory lick of her tongue into the Star Sapphire’s perfect depths.

“Your majesty,” a tremulous woman’s voice announced its presence.

Blackfire flung up an arm and prepared to fire a destroying blast of purple light from her hand at the interloper who dared disturb her “alliance-building”. She growled now in frustration rather than hear. The Daxamite sex-**** that had interrupted was one of her favorites, which was all that saved her life.

“Your majesty, the fleet is ready. They await only your word to launch the invasion of Vega.”

Fury in her heart, lust in her loins, Blackfire strode from the room not bothering to dress. Behind her Star Sapphire used her ring to drag the Daxamite to her. She was not yet ready to reveal herself, so she would pass the time in Sapphic delight. Briefly she wondered whether to warn Blackfire to keep her anger in check, but the Daxamite’s generous breasts smothered the thought.