Starlight and Maxima

"...but with the intel we gathered, we'll have better options for our next incursion" Maxima said, her voice steady, measured. She remained at the floor-to-ceiling window of her office, arms clasped behind her back as she surveyed the horizon. The urban sprawl of New York City spread out all around them, but beyond it-where the rest of the state should have been-an unnatural, sprawling jungle stretched to the horizon. Grodd's territory.

A dense, primal expanse of colossal trees and twisted, alien foliage, the kind that didn't belong this far north, except there was no latitude in Battleworld. Each piece of a world somehow maintained their unique climate despite the patchwork nature of this place. The sight of it never stopped being jarring for most, a reminder of how fractured reality had become, how even the laws of nature had been rewritten on Battleworld.

Starlight barely heard a word of what Maxima was saying.

She knew she should be paying attention- nodding along, maybe even adding something insightful about the mission-but her focus had drifted. Maxima stood with the crisp, imposing presence of a battlefield commander, her military jacket squared across broad shoulders, the high collar adding to her air of authority. But below the hem of that dignified garment, there was... nothing.

The two flawless, golden globes of Maxima’s ass were entirely bare save for the thin string of her purple slingkini, swallowed deep between the sculpted cleft of her glutes.

The sight of her boss in a very similar outfit did a lot to assuage her feelings about her own.

No, it was the towering purple eight-inch stripper heels that triggered Annie's strange sense of wrongness about her boss.

The question was:

Was that a her problem or an everyone else problem?

Maxima was synonymous with big, stompy combat boots, the kind that left deep prints in the dirt after a battlefield landing. Not this. Not needle-thin, perilously high points that **** her already inhumanly perfect body into an even more exaggerated stance. Annie briefly wondered if the heels doubled as weapons—razor-sharp daggers, maybe? That would have made more sense than… whatever this was.

Everything else about Maxima’s presence screamed confidence, authority, and control—qualities that had always defined her, that had always set her apart from everyone else. And yet, Annie couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

If Maxima—a woman who had commanded soldiers, led teams into battle, and torn through enemies like a one-woman army—was fine standing here in little more than a thread of fabric, then surely Annie had no reason to second-guess herself. Right? She shifted slightly in her g-string and halter, feeling the familiar lack of fabric against her skin, but instead of reassurance, it only highlighted the difference between them. Maxima wore it without hesitation, without second-guessing. That should have been comforting. Instead, it made Annie painfully aware of how she was sitting—how her small breasts barely pressed against the thin golden ribbons of her top.

Why had she refused Vought’s offer of a free boob job again?!

Something about those platform heels....

Maxima had never needed accessories to dominate a room. She could stand barefoot, in full military gear, or stark naked, and still radiate authority like a physical ****. The heels, though? They felt… performative. A concession.

Annie hesitated. Did Maxima see it that way?

And yet, nothing else about her seemed off.

But that wasn’t why Annie was here. This was supposed to be her regularly scheduled one-on-one. She’d spent the whole day trying to push aside the nagging unease clawing at the edges of her mind, and after talking to Eve and Doreen—neither of whom seemed to have the same strange doubts—she needed answers. Or, at the very least, some reassurance.

She couldn’t just come out and say she thought something was wrong. That wasn’t the kind of thing you admitted to someone like Maxima—not when you wanted to keep going on missions, not when you needed to prove you were reliable. Instead, she’d have to feel her out, see if Maxima had noticed anything herself. Maybe it was just Battleworld messing with her head. Maybe it was nothing.

Or maybe she was losing it.

Before she could chase her thoughts further, Maxima turned, finally shifting her gaze from the window. “Good work with Atom Eve,” she said, nodding in Starlight’s direction. “You two played off each other well out there.”

Now that Maxima had turned to face her, Starlight could fully take in her front and as usual she was left feeling like an underdeveloped teenager rather than an adult woman compared to the golden purple haired goddess.

Her military jacket hung open, pushed back and out of the way by the sheer mass of her breasts. They jutted forward proudly, large enough to stand on their own, defying gravity without any artificial lift. Their fullness was so overwhelming that the thin purple slingkini she wore didn’t come close to touching her six-pack sculpted abdomen. Instead, the strings stretched taut from the peaks of her nipples to the valley of her mons like suspension bridges, the fabric converging into a barely-there triangle at the apex of her toned and muscular golden thighs.

Maxima approached, striding smoothly on her heels like she was barefoot. Each step sent her golden breasts into big, swinging arcs, swaying side to side with a heavy, rolling bounce that seemed almost out of place on her battle-hardened frame. The sheer weight of them made every movement a show, the deep jiggle and sway making her slingkini fight to stay in place, somehow managing to cling to her nipples as if by sheer will. It was an exaggerated, hypnotic motion—her curves in constant motion even as she carried herself with her usual effortless confidence, as if the lewd display was beneath her notice.

By the time she reached her desk, the motion of her tits hadn't settled. Even as she sat, leaning casually against the edge of the desk, the deep, slow sway of her breasts continued, a delayed aftershock of motion that lasted for long, surreal seconds. It was obscene, impossible to ignore—her body moving with a life of its own, refusing to obey stillness even when she had stopped.

But Maxima barely seemed aware of the obscene display. She studied Starlight for a beat, her unreadable expression sharpening slightly. Then, arching a brow, she smirked.

“You’ve obviously got something on your mind,” she said dryly. “Spill.”

"I—" She hesitated, inhaling sharply. "It’s nothing, really. Just—something’s been off lately. A weird sense of deja vu, I guess. Like I remember things differently than they should be."

Maxima crossed her arms under her breasts, making them lift slightly drawing attention to her fully exposed large, dark golden areolas, with only the stiff peaks of her long nipples covered and poking at the slingkini's thin straps. "That’s normal. We’re all from fractured versions of our realities. It messes with your head sometimes."

"Yeah, I figured, but…" Annie chewed her lip. "Eve and Doreen said they haven’t felt anything like it."

Maxima raised a brow. "And that bothers you?"

"I don’t know. Maybe? It’s just… little things that don’t add up."

Maxima exhaled, shaking her head. "Like how Vought never figured out the connection between semen and superpowers."

Annie nodded instinctively. "Yeah, exactly—"

Then she froze.

"What?"

Maxima frowned. "What?"

"What did you just say?"

"That your world never realized the connection between semen and superpowers. That's what I'm talking about. You and your fellow local Supes who've seen the... light and joined up with the Accord are going to need to adjust-"

Annie blinked, forcing herself to keep her expression neutral. "Yes, we did. That’s common sense."

"No. You. Didn't."Maxima’s expression hardened slightly. "It’s solely this Compound V. There’s no mention of it in your biology books, media reports, Wikipedia articles—nothing. Your society had no concept of it."

That couldn't be right.

Annie swallowed down the knee-jerk reaction to argue. She knew it was true. It was obvious. Fundamental. But Maxima wasn’t someone to challenge outright, not without sounding completely unhinged.

She **** out a small, nervous laugh instead. "That’s… weird. I guess I never really thought about it."

Maxima studied her for a long moment, then her expression softened slightly. "I know it’s an adjustment. It’s normal to feel uncertain at first. But you’ll get past it. It’s safe. It’s perfectly normal where the rest of us are from."

Annie gave a slow nod, not trusting herself to say more.

"You’ve felt the difference already, haven’t you? After swallowing a good, healthy load of powered ball-batter?"

Annie had to hold in her reaction, keeping her face neutral as she nodded even as her stomach twisted. Maxima was talking like this was new to her, like she had just started down this path. But Annie knew that feeling intimately.

She had hated Homelander, but the raw surge of power she felt each time she drained his balls had been undeniable. He would have rolled in his grave if he knew that she had used his own cum to fuel her part in the beatdown of his Nazi girlfriend Stormfront alongside Maeve and Kimiko (Not that Homelander had a grave or a corpse to roll after Beerus exploded him into tiny chunks with just a flick of his finger).

Maxima’s tone shifted, taking on a more authoritative edge. "And speaking of adjustments, I’ve been hearing about who you’ve been sucking off lately."

Annie tensed. "Excuse me?"

Maxima sighed. "The support staff, Starlight. I know you’re new to this, but you need to understand—you’re wasting your time. There are unpowered women on this base to handle that. Your focus needs to be on our powered dicks."

Annie’s stomach twisted. "I was just helping out…"

"I get it. You’re still in the mindset of your old world," Maxima continued, her tone firm but not unkind. "Old habits are hard to break. And there's that sunny, all-American good girl thing you had going on. But you’re in my squad now, and I need you at the absolute highest performance to face off against these villains."

Annie swallowed, feeling the weight of Maxima’s words settle in her gut. She wanted to protest, to push back against the idea that she wasn’t already performing at her peak. But she knew better than to argue outright.

She also felt a drop in her stomach as she suddenly realized this particular moment seemed like evidence that the problem was with her.

Annie hadn't even been suspicious about needing to eat cum! It was so... obvious, utterly mundane.

"Uh... I'm not against eating Supe cum. Just... the rest of the guys deserve relief just like anyone else.”

“Those... men deserve whatever the unpowered women on this base are meant to handle.”

Annie’s jaw tensed, even as inwardly she was going why am I arguing!?. “It’s not like that—”

Maxima exhaled. “I expect better from you, Starlight. You’re one of us. A superheroine. A fighter. A leader. Your time, your talents, your body—should be serving those who can actually make a difference.”

Annie hesitated, frustrated at the feminist icon suddenly being so... discriminatory. Then, almost without thinking—

“That’s not how I was raised.”

Maxima arched a brow.

Annie swallowed. “You help your fellow person. That’s how it should be. Plus, my mouth is a bin. Cleaning up semen is just… common courtesy.”

Out of nowhere where the familiar words felt foreign on her tongue.

A pang of wrongness, a hiccup in reality.

"Look," Maxima said, stepping forward, towering and jiggling over her. "I need my heroes at peak strength. That means no wasted effort, no distractions, no coddling support staff when there are literal superpowered warlords out there waiting to rip us apart."

"That’s why I’m assigning you a dick," Maxima continued, matter-of-factly. "We don't have a pair of nuts that directly match your powers, so I’m giving you the next best thing."

Annie blinked. “What?”

"He's even a tech."Maxima smirked. “You’ll like him.”

Annie frowned. “A tech? But you just said—”

“He’s powered. A mutant, and his power set makes him the very definition of a support hero. A super dick and balls, optimized for semen production and enhancement. The best tool for making sure you’re at the top of your game."

Annie couldn't help but perk up at the words mutant and super dick.

She barely heard herself speak before the words left her mouth. Her hands lifted instinctively, holding them apart in front of her, approximating the length she remembered, “Is he…?”

Maxima’s smirk deepened, clearly pleased with Annie’s reaction. “Yep. That's exactly the one I'm talking about. Drake Voss. I knew you’d get there. I take care of my team, Starlight. I hook my girls up.”

Then, as if she couldn’t help herself, Maxima let out a low, appreciative hum. “And,” she continued, voice rich with satisfaction, “he has absolutely overloaded cumtanks. A gorgeous set of thigh-knockers.”

Annie blinked. “Thigh-knockers?” She hadn’t meant for her voice to come out so sharp, so surprised, but what the hell—Maxima, of all people, was talking like this?

Maxima smirked, utterly unbothered. “The kind that swing up and smack your thighs in doggy. Real weight to ‘em.”

Annie’s brain short-circuited. She had to stop herself from blurting out, Who are you, and what have you done with Maxima?

This was the same woman who once shredded a Nexus officer for making a joke about her ass, the same woman who had sneered in disgust when Vought executives tried to sell her as the female Homelander. And yet, here she was, grinning like they were swapping notes over cocktails about some stud’s enormous, ball-slapping mutant dick.

On the other hand..

Annie’s fingers twitched as the image came rushing back—that absolute monster of a cock, thick, heavy, throbbing as the women around it had scrambled for their chance. She’d tried to ignore how much it had drawn her gaze, how it had sent a pulse of heat low in her belly, how it had lingered in her thoughts far longer than it should have.

This was kind of exciting.

Annie opened her mouth, then closed it. A beat of silence passed before she managed, “Uh… has he been informed? How do I—?”

Maxima waved a hand dismissively. “He has. He does shifts in the gym for everyone else, but he knows to be in his quarters this evening. You can drop in whenever and get your cum.”

“After that,” Maxima continued, “work it out between yourselves. If you want him to show up at your quarters daily at a certain time, that’s fine. He knows this takes priority over his tech duties.”

Maxima’s eyes locked onto hers, expression firm. “And I do mean daily,” she said, voice edged with command. “That’s an order.”

Annie inhaled sharply. “Daily?”

Maxima smirked, tilting her head slightly. “Yes, daily. Like I said, I need my squads at peak performance. You wouldn’t skip meals, would you? You don’t half-ass your training. This is no different."

Annie frowned. “And he’s… okay with this?”

Maxima scoffed. “Of course he is. What kind of man wouldn’t be?” Then, with an exasperated shake of her head, “Honestly, if I had my way, all he’d be doing is emptying those big nuts of his.”

Annie blinked. What.

Maxima smirked. “Certainly a better use for him than fussing around in the tech bay when we have dozens of others who can handle that crap.”

That seemed really cavalier to Annie. The support staff worked really hard and it bothered her that Maxima felt that way. Then again she was the admittedly least motherly of the base's Matriarchal Trio, focused on offensive operations.

Maxima’s smirk faltered just slightly as she caught the look on Annie’s face. Her sharp purple eyes narrowed.

"You tracking?" she asked, her voice clipped.

Annie blinked rapidly. Shit. Focus. "Yeah. Yes! Of course. Sorry."

Maxima stared at her for a moment longer, inspecting her with the same scrutiny she usually reserved for mission debriefs. Then she exhaled sharply, shaking her head.

"Seriously, cut that powerless jizz out of your diet," she said, crossing her arms. "It fucks with you. Not to mention, you’ve had what? Three powered loads over the last week?"

Annie hesitated. She wasn’t exactly sure, but—probably? She was surprised Maxima seemed to have a better idea than she did.

She had been so distracted with her own issues, the nagging dissonance between her memories and reality, and her usual busy schedule that she hadn’t really joined the weird sudden competition for powered cum like the others.

She nodded and Maxima snorted.

"That's probably ninety percent of your problem, right there. You’ll feel a lot better once you’re regularly fueling up on the good stuff," Maxima said, her tone brooking no argument. "Drake’s a solid pick. High output, strong effect. You stick with him, you’ll be running at peak performance in no time."

Soon after that, she was dismissed, and striding along the raised walkway that overlooked the vast and open command center and past the offices of the other senior commanders.

She certainly hadn't solved her problems during that conversation, nor had she put her fears to rest.

But she had a lead.

A new avenue to explore. New York was just outside the base. If Maxima was right, there should be no mention of powered semen anywhere. All she had to do was step into a shop, skim through a history book, or hell—watch Dawn of the Seven.

That stupid scene at the conference table… Maeve and Starlight had taken turns dipping their heads into Homelander’s lap, coming up to speak. You couldn’t see anything, but it had been crystal clear what was happening.

Typical media—always emphasizing the absolute necessity of female supes consuming semen and never focusing on the reciprocal need for males to spurt it out.

And of course, because it was the never sufficiently damned and Thank God he was dead! Homelander, they’d actually been sucking his cock that day on set—for authenticity, he’d said. She’d swallowed so much of his cum that she’d had to be extra extra careful when bouncing on Hughie’s lap later, afraid she’d jackhammer his pelvis into dust with her ass.

But she also had something to look forward to tonight—something real, something solid. A slab of actual meat to play with while she collected her cum. A proper big fat Supe cock she could really go to town on. A tangible, visceral distraction from the questions gnawing at her.

Her hips swayed with easy confidence as she walked, a far cry from the unease she’d felt earlier. Any discomfort with her skimpy g-string and halter outfit had vanished completely. She wasn’t even thinking about it anymore.

She passed an admin guy—some logistics officer whose name she didn’t remember—and flashed him a bright, flirtatious smile. His eyes darted down to her barely covered tits, then back up, a little wide, a little hopeful.

She cooed at him, voice warm, sultry. “Hey there. Hope you’re having a good one.”

He nodded a little too fast. “Y-yeah. Thanks, Starlight.”

She winked. “Next time you need a little relief, just find me, okay?”

It was petty, a quiet little rebellion against Maxima’s hierarchy of cock, but it made her feel better anyway. She wasn’t about to just stop doing something she knew was important just because Maxima thought it was a waste of time.

She happened to glance into Elastigirl’s office, expecting to see the usual scene of meticulous organization and a woman too busy for anything but work.

Instead, she blinked in surprise.

Mr. Fantastic was behind her desk, manipulating an array of holographic screens with casual precision.

Okay. Weird.

But before Annie could wonder why the hell he was sitting in Commander Parr’s chair, her gaze dropped—and her surprise melted into understanding.

Elastigirl’s auburn side-bob bounced in his lap, her head rhythmically moving, her lips clearly wrapped around his cock.

Annie exhaled through her nose, rolling her eyes at herself. Of course.

Now that match-up hadn't exactly been rocket science, huh?