Blackfire's Concubine

"You called for me, my princess?" M'lyssa asked Komand'r as she walked into Blackfire's chambers. Komand'r lay back on her bed naked, eyeing her Martian concubine lustfully.

"I'm in need of your... services," Komand'r said, smiling and patting the mattress beside her. "To be specific, I would like you to make use of your shapeshifting abilities."

"Of course, my lady," M'lyssa nodded. The Martian woman's current form was extremely pretty -- her hair long, lush, green, and beautiful, sparkling purple eyes -- and usually, Komand'r was more than satisfied to have her as one of her bedmates. However, since that gorgeous Earth redhead had showed up, Komand'r had found herself fantasizing about the visitor non-stop, and so tonight, the Tamaranean princess had different plans for M'lyssa.

"Our visitor. The red-haired woman. You've seen her around, have you not?" Komand'r asked, as M'lyssa stripped down.

"Mary Jane, you mean? Yes, I have. She is a stunning woman," M'lyssa nodded obediently. "You wish for me to mimic her, my lady?"

Komand'r nodded. "That's right."

"Of course, my princess," M'lyssa said with a bow as she changed into Mary Jane Watson's doppelganger; Komand'r bit her lip and watched as M'lyssa transformed into a near perfect copy of MJ. Komand'r looked over Mary Jane's double and wondered how closely M'lyssa had mirrored their visitor's nude form, thoughts of seducing the real MJ playing over and over in her mind. *Soon enough,* she thought to herself, a devious grin forming on her lips.

"Excellent work, M'lyssa... or perhaps I should call you MJ while you're in that form?" the princess smirked mischievously.

MJ-M'lyssa nodded. "As you wish, my lady," she submissively replied.

"Come here, MJ. I want you on your hands and knees," Komand'r licked her lips in anticipation.

MJ-M'lyssa obediently complied, crawling onto the bed on top of the princess. Komand'r let out a moan as she felt MJ-M'lyssa's body, sliding her hands down the doppelganger's body and over her curves. More thoughts of bedding the real MJ flashed through Blackfire's mind again, turning her on even more.

"Now kiss me," Komand'r purred lustfully. MJ-M'lyssa happily fulfilled her desire, leaning in and giving her mistress a deep, passionate, loving kiss. Komand'r excitedly returned the kiss -- how differently would MJ's kiss compare to M'lyssa's?, she wondered.

Komand'r slid a hand up MJ-M'lyssa back toward the shapeshifted martian's red locks and roughly grabbed them, guiding MJ-M'lyssa's beautifully altered, firm naked ass to grind against her. The pair eased into a rhythm, and while the concubine eagerly looked to please her princess, Komand'r imagined the real MJ there, writhing against her, turning her on even more. Komand'r pulled the shapeshifted martian tighter against her, and M'lyssa-MJ responded by pressing her thigh between Komand'r's legs, causing the alien princess to moan.

"Mmmm... that's right, MJ," Komand'r purred as felt the shapeshifter grinding her thigh against Komand'r's drenched sex. "Right there... ungh, ungh..."

MJ-M'lyssa pleasingly whimpered a moan, grinding harder; sensing her mistress was close to climax, MJ-M'lyssa nibbled Komand'r's ear gently, cupping one of the princess's ample breasts in her hand and kneading it. Before long, she brought the princess over the top, and Komand'r letting out a moan as a climax rippled tore through her. Komand'r lay back, breathing heavily, riding out her orgasmic high... thoughts still dancing in her mind of seducing Mary Jane Watson. She'd make a perfect bride, Komand'r mused... and she was more than confident that MJ would surrender to her advances. How could she not? Komand'r was the future queen of Tamaran, after all.

"Did I satisfy you, my queen?" MJ-M'lyssa cooed innocently. Komand'r opened her eyes and smirked, eyeing the shapeshifted martian lying next to her; slowly, sensually, Komand'r rolled on top of MJ doppelganger and kissed her deeply. "Oh, yes... I look forward to doing this with you more often," Komand'r purred deviously, thinking of the real MJ.

"Would you like me to continue?" MJ-M'lyssa inquired submissively.

"Oh, most certainly," Komand'r grinned, letting herself get lost in the fantasy. M'lyssa might not have been the woman the Tamaranean princess was lusting after, but she was doing as good a job as any fulfilling Komand'r's desires at that moment. And it would suffice for now. Still, Komand'r couldn't help but look ahead eagerly -- it was only a matter of time before Komand'r got what she wanted... and right now, more than anything, Princess Komand'r wanted Mary Jane Watson in her bed.