Shadow Lass

Tasmia Mallor liked the dark, and loved the shadows, and what she did in them. Sometimes she would encompass herself and Mon-El in pitch black, entwine him between her legs, and then Mon-El would make her moan and yell. Other times, like now, she found herself on her own, but that didn't matter, because she could make her own entertainment.

Within the sphere of absolute darkness she'd created around herself, she felt her ring finger move down her body, enter her body, and then deposit something there. She concentrated and squirmed as her Legion Flight Ring began to move around inside her. The Legionnaires were given the rings to allow them to fly, but this one was currently taking her into the stratosphere and all the way up to heaven. While the darkness could hide the flushed purple of her face and the writhing of her body, it could not hide her screams of delight. Still, no one was around to hear them, or so she thought, as her back arched and her leg muscles tensed.