Sirens of Lust, United in Treachery

Carol Ferris' quarters, Zamaron

Komand'r grunted in pleasure as Madelyne Pryor rhythmically and forcefully thrust her hips. Madelyne had focused her telekinetic abilities into what was essentially a psychic strap on -- it was a trick she'd grown incredibly skilled at using over the years, and now she was using it to fuck the Tamaranean princess from behind, Komand'r eagerly and happily giving the redhead access to her cunt. Meanwhile, Carol Ferris was pulling a similar trick of her own with her power ring, using it to create a double-headed dildo she shared with the self-proclaimed "true Queen of X", Selene Gallio.

Madelyne smiled and nibbled on Blackfire's earlobe as she pumped the psychic phallus back and forth through her vaginal tunnel. "You needed this, didn't you?" she whispered. "You needed a serious fuck."

Madelyne was right for a number of reasons. Being a Tamaranean, Komand'r was largely driven by emotions, and she'd been cut off from her harem ever since Emperor Doom had helped her seize the Tamaran throne. Doom had tasked her with preparing the armies of Tamaran to seize the Vega system and the orange light of avarice, and he had been very strict with his demands; of course, Doom had ulterior motives when issuing his orders. Firstly, he'd hoped to attract the attention of the Red Lanterns in an attempt to harness the red light of rage. Secondly, by depriving Blackfire of her greatest source of pleasure, he'd hoped to further subjugate her, increasing his control over Tamaran and the Vega system.

"Oh FUUHUUCK I needed this..."

But Komand'r had plans of her own. She wasn't just some pawn in Doom's game; she was better than that. She'd formed a group with some of the galaxy's most cunning vixens, planning to conquer the galaxy through lust and deceit. For their plans to work, Komand'r needed to keep her anger and frustration in check. These clandestine meetings with the group they'd dubbed the "Sirens of Lust" had been vital in those plans, and Madelyne thumping her hips against her while telekinetically fucking her had proven to be a most welcome release.

Meanwhile, Carol and Selene thrashed back and forth, legs entwined as they ground on the the double-ended shaft. Selene pulled in Carol an the two dark-haired women kissed forcefully, ensuring they kept up their rhythm while they made out. Carol's ring shone brightly, feeding off the lust of the women in the room.

Blackfire climaxed, letting out a loud cathartic moan as waves of honey gushed from her snatch. Madelyne slowed her rhythm, kissing the Tamaranean's neck and kneading and groping at her soft shapely boobs. Selene came next, and her orgasm led to Carol doing the same. Their frenzied pumping slowed, and their kisses got softer as they came down from the orgasm.

The four women lay back on the bed that they'd been punishing for hours with their orgy, taking the time to catch their breath before preparing for another round. It was then that Talia Al-Ghul walked in, flanked by a gorgeous blonde.

"Ladies, I'd like you all to meet the newest member of the Sirens," Talia grinned. "Say hello to Amora, also known as the Enchantress."