Identity Crisis - Starfire (NSFW)

“… Master?”

“Pardon?”

“I asked if everything was alright, master?”

“I suppose I was lost in thought,” Jonah responded. He was lounging awkwardly in one of his firm armchairs in his living room. The chairs and couch were naturally pointed towards his meager but effective television set. He was gazing intensely at the imageless screen.

“I am the apologizer for interrupting your thinking, Sir.”

The woman speaking to him was the voluptuous alien princess Starfire. She was wearing nothing but a large T-shirt and lacy green underwear, which complimented her orange skin. However, no T-shirt was big enough to be the correct length and contained the titan's titanic breasts, which seemed to defy gravity. Perhaps their natural round shape was thanks to Starfire’s power of flight.

“It’s me who should be apologizing. I invited you here.”

“You called, and I came as is rightfully so.” Starfire bowed slightly. “Are we to have the sex now? I would like that very much, but if you would like to think more.”

Starfire had stuck to her convictions of her role in her and Jonah’s relationship. He was master, and she was his ****. The power of her devotion and emotion shocked Jonah. He knew that she was from a more sensual, emotional race, but it was Starfire’s ability to exist with her heart leading the way bordered on illogical. It was as if what she felt became real instead of the other way around. Jonah viewed emotions rationally when he could, just like society taught him. They were powerful, and an essential part of one's psyche and being, but emotions were the symptoms, not the root cause. Princess Koriand’r of Tamaran had no such limitations.

“Don’t worry, Kori. I will give you the pleasure you so desire soon enough.” Jonah placed a hand under Starfire’s still-bowing chin. “I've just had a lot on my mind, is all.”

“I wish I could bear the burdens on your mind as well as your body, Master.”

“There’s no need for you to worry your pretty head about such things. I will sort it all out.”

“Ok, Master!” Starfire said with a giggle.

“Tell me, Kori, if there was a way to deepen your service to me and prove your loyalty and trust, would you take it?”

“Of course.” Starfire stood straight up. “You fill my body with such burning passion! I can never thanking you enough for what you have done for me. You have unlocked life's full potential that I didn’t think possible.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Your dedication to me is greatly appreciated and well warranted. No matter what, I ensure you will remain happy if all goes as planned.” Jonah explained. “Your species is one of great physical ability. Your passion for life is enviable. But I wish to expand our bond, our pleasure, to a higher level.”

“I am excited at the thought of it, master.” Starfire was enraptured by Jonah’s words.

“M’gann. You can come out now.” Jonah called into the room.

The green psychic stepped seamlessly through Jonah’s kitchen wall, appearing in the conversation in her superhero costume.

“Why call for me? This isn’t part of the plan.”

“Plan?” Starfire asked.

“No need for all that subterfuge. Starfire is a willing participant. Aren’t you Kori?”

“Of course, master.” Starfire smiled. “What am I to be participating in?”

“Well, as you may know. You can all sit down, by the way.” Jonah pointed to his couch. “As you know, Miss Martian is a telepath, a psychic, and a powerful one at that.”

“Oh! Just like The Omen, she is a member of the Titans.” Starfire said, now sitting.

“Good to know.” Jonah continued, “You see, I wish to connect with you on a deeper level. They say intimacy is the root of passion, but what’s more intimate than your consciousness being laid bare? What I’m proposing here is that Miss Martain will facilitate my entry into your mind so that we can deepen our relationship. Though I would like your consent first, it makes things far easier. I have been good to you so far, haven’t I?”

“I uh, I mean yes, master, you have,” Starfire remembered the good times, how she made her feel, and the dense pleasure he had brought her. She also remembered the agreement she made with him and her oaths to her team members. “This won’t affect the Titans, will it?”

“Of course not. When we are done, you will be a better Starfire.”

Jonah borrowed Miss Martian's psychic powers from her. Even without the ability to read minds, he could sense her trepidation. She didn’t know Starfire like Jonah did. She couldn’t understand the loyalty that had been built between the two. Jonah didn’t understand it at first, but he did now.

“Kori, why don’t you lay back and we can get started. This may feel strange at first.”

Starfire did as she was commanded and lay on the couch. Her long legs hung over one side, and she didn't quite fit.

“Will it hurt?” She asked.

“Not one bit.” Jonah placed his hands on Starfire’s temples.

With the guidance of Miss Martian, Jonah dove into Starfire’s psyche. The initial insertion into the woman's mind was a sensory overload. Her mindscape was far more alien than he expected. When the two were speaking together, Jonah could almost forget that she was of another species than him; besides her physical appearance, she seemed like any other girl. Perhaps it was because she was speaking English and, therefore, was **** into a more human box by language. Her mind had no such limitations. The sensory **** was like stepping into an Indian restaurant, but instead of the smells of fragrant spices, it was overbearing emotions. Human brains were affected by emotions, but they played a secondary role in how the mind works, and Jonah’s journeys in the psychic realm reflected that. For human mindscapes, emotions were an influencing ****, much like how air conditioning influences, sometimes greatly, the atmosphere of a room. However, in Starfire’s mind, emotions and pure conscious thought were one and the same, two tracks of the same mind.

Jonah focused in on himself and Miss Martian's guiding touch to not be pulled into Starfire’s emotional self. It was no wonder his abilities worked so well on her. The next time he dove into Starfire’s psyche, it would have to be as she slept, Jonah concluded. At least then, her emotions would be calmer.

“I feel your touch inside me, master,” Starfire said in the real world.

“Hush, Kori, I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Your touch is so powerful,” Starfire continued. “Under you, I feel so free to be myself. You earthlings are so stifled that you do not understand the simple joys of life. Master, you have opened my eyes and shown me the path I should have taken. I have laid with the men and women I have known on earth, but they always held back. Their hearts were so confused and closed off. I wish it were always you.”

As Starfire spoke, Jonah was overtaken by her memories. He saw a path of difficult memories that had been laid out in front of him, starting when she arrived on Earth. From her perspective, her memories aligned into a narrative of self-discovery in spite of human society, not because of it. She could never truly fit in; she wasn’t built for human relationships. Call it protestant influence in America, call it honor among heroes, call it the intellectualization of relationships. It all lead Starfire indirectly into Jonah arms. A man who could embrace her sexual freedom and enhance it. When he was done with her mind, this loose narrative would be solidified into a core life message.

“Wait. What did you say to me?”

“I wish it was always you,” Kori repeated herself. She made a realization before Jonah could finish his thought. “Master, you can shape my mind, yes. Make me happier?”

“Of course.”

Next thing Jonah knew he was moving backward in time, past the non-linear stream of memories down a different narrative path. The journey was too quick for Jonah to follow the logic. When they finally arrived at their destination, the vision felt concrete. Not merely a recollection of memory but the actual original itself, Starfire’s conception of an event as it happened, change this, and it would be permanent.

The scene was alien to Jonah. An opulent room constructed of cascading metals. Each grotesque protruding column flowed out of delicate, colorful silk—juxtaposing brutality and opulence. The air was still as the room it inhabited; the thin ribbons that adorned the room held unnaturally still. If it weren’t for the telltale rumble of machinery and the taste of recycled air, Jonah would never have guessed they were on a spaceship.

A large four-poster bed surrounded by silk veils was at the end of the spacious room. Jonah approached it cautiously, unsure of the significance of this memory. He pulled back the veil and saw a woman curled on top of the bed. The hunched form was trying to make itself as small as possible. Jonah instantly recognized the fiery skin and hair. It was Starfire, or at least a younger Starfire, one who was slightly short and more beaten down by life. An adult surely, but recently. Jonah guessed that he was now living through a memory of before she arrived on earth, of when she was a ****. She was wearing an outfit that reflected the room around her. Showing much skin, she wore a golden bikini with purple silk ribbons which covered her shoulders and hung long between her legs. Wrapped around her neck was a power-dampening collar. The attire had been chosen purposefully to compliment Starfire’s features: her long legs, beautiful skin, and generous curves.

The former princess of Tamanaran Koriand’r looked up at Jonah initially with fear, but soon her expression softened. She smiled at him, not out of recognition but out of relief. He was not the monster she was expecting. Soon, her emotions spun again, realizing his purpose was the same. Jonah knew why Kori brought him here. This was a difficult memory that she wanted to change. She tried to forget who had originally visited her that night. Jonah was happy to oblige.

“You know why you are here, don’t you?” Jonah asked young Kori.

Starfire sat up on her knees. “I’ve been instructed to pleasure you, captain.”

“Pleasure is a two-way street. Don’t worry, I intend to enjoy you fully.” Jonah slowly removed his shirt and pants to give Kori time to adjust. She sat still as he progressed.

Once undressed, Jonah slinked into the bed and towards the bejeweled woman. Jonah held Kori’s face gently, letting her learn his touch. Her green orbs examined him closely as he kissed her neck, then her face, then her lips. She was apprehensive at first but then leaned into him.

Jonah wrapped an arm around the alien's back and tenderly lay her on the plush bed. Her curly red hair spread out below her like a bed of grass. She was like a rose—a bright red display protected and surrounded by thorns. Jonah straddled her side as he kept kissing her. With his free hand, he traced the length of her body. He parted the silk curtain between her legs. Other than a silk curtain hiding the view and the golden belt covering her pelvis, Kori was completely bare below. Jonah teasing fingers were able to find her womanhood without intrusion. He had leaned Starfire’s genitals well over their time together. Even without sight, he could map her every fold. He traced her clitoris with his thumb and inserted his middle finger into her vagina.

Laying next to each other skin to skin Jonah could feel Kori’s every breath and reaction. She nudged her head into his chest as he fingered her. Her chest heaved with every breath of pleasure she let out onto him. Jonah gripped her firmly, rambling up the pleasure, and then let her relax again. He repeated this process until she was wet and humming with quiet excitement.

Jonah pushed Kori’s hair back and swung her body to lay face down. He swung with her body and now kneeled above her. He moved her hair so that he could see her entire tall, slender back. He could see the loose string which held her small attire together. Kori struggled to look back at him. Jonah smiled at her and pulled down her underwear. His cock flopped out, ready for action. He palmed her big orange globes and felt how they squished with his touch.

Moving the back strip of fabric to the side Jonah exposed Kori’s asshole and pussy. To get a full view between her generous cheeks, he parted her ass. Kori’s vagina was wet and quivering with anticipation. Her pussy was tall and symmetrical. Jonah opened up her folds, and her pussy presented itself in a spectrum of orange to light pink.

“Are you ready, Koriand’r?” Jonah teased his head onto her hole.

“Yes, X’hal, yes,” Kori responded emphatically.

Jonah pushed himself into Kori. He felt her heat and wetness envelop him immediately. He exhaled precisely as his dick twitched on her tight pussy walls. He pulled out and pushed himself in again, each time reaching further in. Thanks to his fingering, she was already prepared to receive his member. It didn’t take too long before he was bottoming out. He pushed all the way in until his pelvis hugged her ass. He then pulled back and repeated the process rhythmically. Each time he thrust into Kori, her ass cheeks clapped and jiggled. The two created music as their breathing matched with the clapping of cheeks and the hum of the spaceship around them.

Jonah had to slow down his prone bone before he busted into the hot body. He reduced the time between thrusts as he savored every second connected inside the beautiful woman below him. Kori’s face was buried inside the pillows. The plushness of the bed smothered her moans. Jonah leaned his body over Kori’s. Her hair was stuck to her face in sweaty strands. He pulled her face towards him and stared into her green eyes. Their two bodies were touching with every square inch of skin possible.

“Kiss me. Kiss me like a lover, not a ****.” Kori pleaded between moans.

Jonah kissed her. Long and slow, following her lead. Kori broke off the kiss as her body buckled and shuddered beneath him.

Laying down beside her again, Jonah faced Kori as she came. Jonah lifted Kori’s leg above his own during the crescendo and entered her from the front. He only had a couple of pumps left before he pulled out.

“I’m about to-”

Before he could finish, Kori pulled Jonah into a kiss. Jonah cock was squished between his and Kori’s stomach. Her squishy flesh pulled and enveloped his head, allowing it to explode all over her. Jonah let out a moan as he let out spurts of cum onto her.

Jonah held Kori in his arms as she peacefully rested. Any remaining fear or anxiety melting away. All around him the scene began to blur as the details became fuzzy with unimportance. Young Kori grew before his eyes, and the spaceship became his small city apartment. Starfire was asleep on his couch.

“Did you make the changes?” Jonah whispered to Miss Martian.

“Yes Jonah. Starfire won’t be changing her mind about you for a long time. Not without my say, at least.” Miss Martian answered behind him.

“Good work. We are almost done; all we have to do now is formalize things.”