Shayera's Conditions and Jason's Future

My heart thudded heavily in his chest as I gazed into the vibrant green eyes of Shayera Hol. The alien I’d conquered. The woman who had saved me.

Dinah Lance and Helena Bertinelli stood stock still in front of the couch, their eyes vacant. Their lips were parted slightly, and their chests rose and fell rhythmically as they breathed. I idly reached a hand up to grab one of Dinah’s big, soft breasts. She didn’t react.

“I hope I’m not presuming too much by saying that you’ll never let Dinah or Helena go free. Am I?” she said.

“No,” I smiled. Despite the dangers of enslaving women who were not only well-known, but had a lot of powerful friends on the Justice League, law enforcement, and the superhero community at large, I felt a sense of loss at the idea of letting them go. Like it’d be worse somehow than being found out by the League and sent to Belle Reve forever.

I gazed up at Dinah and Helena. Their voluptuous bodies were mine to do with as I pleased, but they were also such skilled women. They were different from girls I usually spent time with. Normally, whenever I used my Gaze on a woman and made her tell me her life story, her biggest hardship was being grounded for a month or having her car totaled in an accident. But Dinah, Helena, and Shayera had dedicated their lives to helping people. They’d seen friends die and had been willing to die themselves to keep us safe. I couldn’t let such special people go.

Shayera nodded. She leaned towards me. Our faces were inches away from each other. I traced the curve of her seductive lips, wondering how they’d feel wrapped around my cock or how she’d sound screaming my name as I fucked her.

“I thought as much. Truthfully, I was hoping to make their release one of my conditions, but since it won’t happen, I won’t waste my favor with you, my lord.”

I quirked an eyebrow.

“‘My lord?’”

Shayera frowned.

“You… well, you essentially control my mind. You could make me think, do, say, or feel whatever you wanted,” the powerful woman swallowed nervously. Her eyes never wavered, however. I felt my respect for her grow. “I’m wondering what I should call you. What would please you? I’d like to know before I set my conditions.”

I mulled over her words for a few moments. I switched over to Helena’s breasts, enjoying her soft titflesh and my unlimited access to it.

It was an interesting question, and one I hadn’t really expected her to ask. I mean, Helena and Dinah’s **** personalities called me “master” or “god,” but they’d done that because I’d made them. I hadn’t commanded Shayera to call me anything besides my name.

“Well, you can still use my name. I’m not really big on titles. But if it makes you feel better, you can call me ‘sir.’ Or ‘master,’ if you’re feeling particularly slavish at any given moment. You’re military, right?” she nodded. “Why don’t you think of me as your commanding officer, only I bet I have a lot more power over you than the average Thanagarian officer would.”

Shayera chuckled. It was a light, melodic sound.

“I can do that, sir. Strangely, the moniker does fit,” she gave her chest a shake, drawing my gaze to those magnificent tits hidden only big her tight bodysuit. “Well, sir. There are a few things I’d like to ask of you, if you don’t mind.”

I reached down to grasp her breasts through her suit.

She gasped, her eyes widening as I groped those fantastic alien tits of hers. She bit her lip and pressed her chest into my hands.

“You can start after you take off that tight outfit of yours. I want to see my subordinate naked,” I tweaked her right nipple.

Shayera moaned. Fuck, she was so hot.

“Yes master,” she chewed her lower lip. She stood from the couch and reached behind her back, unzipping her black jumpsuit. When she’d unzipped enough of it, she stopped and let it fall and pool at her feet. She stepped out of it.

I stared at her hungrily. Her big tits were incredibly perky for their size and her chest was more muscular than Dinah or Helena’s. Her thick thighs and wide hips looked ripe for childbearing, and I couldn't help but imagine myself getting her pregnant with half-human babies. My cock twitched at the thought. It would be so absolutely decadent to impregnate one of Earth’s would-be conquerors, conquering her womb in a way she never conquered Earth. I didn't know if that was possible. It was one thing for humans and Thanagarians to be sexually compatible, it was an entirely different ballpark for a human sperm to be able to fertilize a Thanagarian ovum. The thought still enticed me, however.

Her emerald gaze watched me as she stripped. She did a little twirl without me even prompting her, giving me a look at her achingly big and plush ass. I wanted to bend her over and slam my hips against those cheeks.

Instead, I pointed at the couch. She nodded and sat where she’d been before. My hands reached for her breasts again, marveling at the softness of her alien skin. She felt so human it was incredible.

“Thanks master. For one, I’d like you to promise that you won’t hurt or kill any innocent civilians. I… played a role in a lot of your people’s suffering and I’d rather not return to those days.”

I smiled at her. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I just wanted to enjoy life, and the spoils that it offered.

“Done,” I tweaked her other nipple. “What else?”

She gasped.

“I- I’d like you to swear that you won’t kill any of my former comrades on the League, or any superhero in general, even if they attack you.”

I stared at her for a long moment. Her eyes gazed into mine without fear, even though she knew I could destroy everything she was with a few words.

“What if it’s absolutely impossible for me to survive without killing a hero?” I asked. “Surely you don’t expect me to just let someone kill me.”

“No, master! Of course not!” Shayera’s eyes widened. “I’d give my life before I let anyone hurt you. It’s just... You have a way to render a powerful person harmless to you without doing any damage to them physically. I’d ask that you resort to that before anything more drastic.”

“So you want me to enslave more people?” I said.

Shayera gave me a curious look. It was incredible to see one of my commands play itself out.

“Actually, this relates to the final condition of my service to you, master.”

I continued kneading her breasts, delighting in the way she the gorgeous, powerful redhead was practically putty in my hands. It made me feel powerful in a way I never knew I could feel. Hearing a superheroine ask me to use my Gaze on other heroes was amazing.

“Sir. Earth is a place of great suffering, in no small part thanks to me and my people. You have the power to help undo that suffering,” Shayera said. The redhead inched her left hand between my legs. Her eyes stared into mine, asking for permission. I nodded.

She wrapped her hand around my cock. It was surprisingly soft and warm. Delicate, almost. It was hard to believe that this hand had almost beaten Killer Croc to ****.

Shayera’s mouth twitched into a rapturous shape. It was like she’d passed some milestone she’d set for herself long ago.

She began jerking my cock. It was still slick with Helena’s saliva. If that bothered Shayera, she gave away no clues in her expression.

“Hundreds of villains and thousands of their followers take what they want from people who have no means to defend themselves. The League is stretched thin thanks to the damage wrought by the invasion and cannot deal with it all. The problem is even more severe in cities like Gotham, which had an unusually high crime rate even before my people sacked it, massacring the law enforcement officers who mustered a defense,” her eyes softened with regret. She didn’t stop jerking me. “That is, to use a human expression, where you come in, sir. Your power. You can stop the people who have been empowered by Thanagar’s invasion of your world from hurting innocent people.”

I stared at her for a long moment. Realistically, I had to assume that I’d be discovered by the League at some point. If not by them, then definitely Batman. I’d already dipped my toe into their world and the ripples would reach the far corners of that lake eventually. It made sense for me to start being more proactive. To put more people under my sway, if only to ensure my own protection. Shayera was a good start, but I could only imagine how untouchable I could be if used my Gaze on Powergirl and Supergirl, two of the strongest superheroines out there. It'd so incredible to have the both of them give me a double boobjob. Maybe Shayera would suckle on my cockhead to make it an alien blowjob trifecta.

Shayera was offering me an excuse to do what I already wanted. I didn’t care much about the world or most of the people in it, but the women I was interested in did, and I cared about them because of that.

I’d still get to enjoy the most beautiful, powerful women our little world had to offer. What would be the harm in making the world a better place at the same time?

“I can, can’t I?” I said. “That actually sounds like a good idea, and since you were a member of the Justice League I imagine you’d know just where to start.”

Shayera’s eyes widened in surprise. Then her lips curved into a relieved smile. She kept jerking my cock.

“I would. Ask Dinah and Helena about their dealings in Gotham City. I imagine they would recommend their third teammate, Batgirl, be put under your thrall as soon as possible. Then Batman. He is a very dangerous man. If anyone poses the most risk of exposing us, it’s him, but I think I can get the drop on him if we play our cards right, to use another human expression. Batgirl may prove instrumental in achieving this. After that, you can focus on bringing Gotham's criminals under control and undo the damage done by my people.”

I nodded.

“Makes sense. You don’t think I should get Dinah’s fiancé under control first?”

Shayera shrugged.

“Oliver Queen would be an easy capture since you already control Dinah. You could have her call him up right now and he’d probably walk right into a trap suspecting nothing. Batman would note his arrival in Gotham, however.”

I lowered my hand down her toned body, loving the way her soft skin contrasted with her Amazonian body. I reached her pussy and began rubbing her clit.

The gorgeous alien woman gasped. She chewed her lip and her face flushed a delightful shade of red. Her green eyes looked away shyly, even as she ground her pussy against my fingers.

“I’ll have Dinah call him over at some point. We’ll get Batgirl first, but before we do that, I’d like to get you into bed.”

Shayera moaned. She smirked at me. God, she was so hot.

“I think I would like that too, sir.”