J'onn J'onzz—The Martian Manhunter

J'onn J'onzz moved through the city, a part of the teeming crowds, yet apart from them. Outwardly, he allowed himself to appear human. To move among them, seen but unseen, one more ant in the anthill—yet he knew that he was not one of them. He was a stranger to this world, and always would be.

He let his mind roam out, tasting the thoughts of others. Worry, stress, anger—the heady muse of a writer working at a coffee shop, a young woman enjoying the taste of a chocolate ice cream cone, the subtle horniness of a young couple on a date... The Martian allowed himself to follow them for a while, feeling like a voyeur as he sensed the subtle chemistry between them, the physical and mental attraction. It had been long since he had known any release...

With a shiver, he turned blindly down an alleyway, hoping to get away from the troublesome thoughts—and the physical urges they excited within his body. Fleeing blindly, J'onn was not prepared for the intensity of the next mind he brushed against.

It was...pink. A terrible ball of lust and desire that reminded him of the sacred houris of Mars, the temple priestess-whores who initiated all into adulthood, the personification of fertility and sex. Even with his telepathic skill, J'onn could barely erect a psychic barrier in time to prevent himself from going into a state of blind rut.

Cautiously, he investigated. There was a hole in the wall, suitable for a face...and a slot, where money could be inserted. Crude graffiti clearly detailed the entire process, even if the Martian's superhuman senses couldn't already detect the pure reek of cum.

He warred within himself, body aching for release...and tentatively reached out toward the burning hot ball of lust beyond the wall. There was willingness there...no outward sign of **** or sex slavery...he could feel her hunger, her need, like a palpable thing...and she could sense him as well, the Martian knew. Her nose twitched at the pheromones he was releasing, mouth watering, pussy drenched.

She wants it, J'onn thought to himself. But should I go deeper into her mind? Or simply...avail myself of her services? It is what we both want...