Hello everyone. I am still working hard on the newest chapter of The Dance That Never Was, but it is fighting me. Until then, here is something that will hopefully hold you all over. I got inspired to write this one after reading DC Comics's Blackest Night: Tales of the Corps. After reading about a certain female red lantern, I felt compelled to write this story. Warning: Explicit content and morally questionable MC.
Bleez had never given much thought to slavery. She wasn't some sheltered fool who didn't know what being a slave meant. Slavery was perfectly legal on her planet; her mother even owned a number of slaves herself. She knew what it was and what it meant for those unfortunate enough to be subjected to it. However, Bleez never gave much thought to how it felt to be a slave. She didn't care. She wasn't like the slaves her mother and fellow Havanians kept. She wasn't bound to an unknown stranger forced to do their bidding. Bleez was free.
Or at least she used to be.
"For once, the rumors were true. You truly are the most beautiful woman on Havania." Bleez turned her gaze to the door to her prison as her captor entered the room. It was ironic. When they had first met, she thought he was her savior.
The newest suitor her mother had found for her turned out to be a member of the Sinestro Corp. A gang of killers and thieves known for conquering entire planets while slaughtering the inhabitants for sport using their yellow power rings fueled by the fear they inflicted. Her would-be suitor had just finished vaporizing her mother when he arrived. Darius of Earth.
She hadn't thought much of him when he put himself between her and the yellow lantern. Just another wingless fool trying to play hero. Those thoughts quickly evaporated when he easily batted away a blast from his opponent before proceeding to snap his neck. Bleez thought she had been saved. She thought she was safe. She was a fool.
When the nobles that once assisted her mother in ruling the planet stepped forward and asked him what he wanted in return for his heroism, he asked for two things. Bleez's former home and Bleez herself. She expected them to laugh off the ludicrous request and send the stranger on his way. Sadly, much to her shock, they readily agreed.
Apparently, she angered a few more people with her constant rejections than she first believed. Many of her scorned suitors had family members in power who were more than happy to see her claimed by an offworlder.
"I can assure you, there are far more beautiful women than me on other planets. How about you go there and fuck them instead." Darius simply laughed as he began to take off his shirt and pants.
"Now, why would I do that? Especially when I'm already in the presence of such a magnificent creature."
Darius was certainly handsome. Bleez would allow herself to admit that much. He was well-muscled with rough, calloused hands that came from achieving everything through his own efforts. His head sported long, messy white hair that reached the nape of his neck. However, his most striking feature was his eyes. Piercing yellow eyes that reminded Bleez of a predator closing in for a kill. However, no matter his visage, nothing made what would be happening next any less humiliating.
Bleez dropped down onto her knees in front of him as his cock began to harden at the sight of her. Gently, she reached forward and took his tool in her hands. Darius groaned as her fingers glided up and down along his shaft. Before, Bleez had been unfamiliar with how to pleasure a man. She thought it was something left to prostitutes beneath someone like her. Now, after over a month spent with Darius, she was almost an expert.
Without a word, Bleez parted her lips and put the head of his cock into her mouth. Slowly, she bobbed her head up and down along his cock, swirling her tongue around its head. For a while, Darius was content to enjoy her ministration, but then he grew unsatisfied.
"Just a little deeper," he didn't wait for her agreement before roughly gripping her raven-black hair with one hand and forcing it farther down onto his length. Bleez had to stop herself from gagging as she felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. Due to the uncomfortable sensation, she quickly pulled herself off his tool, but not before Darius came inside her mouth. His seed spilled down her chin, his white semen blending in with her bone-white skin.
"How dare you," Bleez hissed. Although, she looked far less intimidating when she began to cough up the remnants of his ejaculation.
"I apologize, Bleez, I got a little too excited," he said calmly. Bleez felt the last of her patience snap at the clear amusement in his eyes. She had endured too much under his captivity. He had groped her, forced her to wash him, and taught her how to pleasure him. The worst thing was how slowly; the more they did it; the more pleasure she felt from the activities. She loved the way he brushed her wings, the conversations they would have about each other's homes, and most of all, the way he held her in bed.
"You can pretend all you want. You're no different from any other male on this planet. You only care about my beauty. I'm just a piece of meat to you." Darius' face was a serene mask before her fury. Bleez waited in terrified anticipation. Would he strike her, kill her, worse? Her eyes widened as he pulled her to her feet. Then he kissed her, completely uncaring of the seed still staining her lips.
Before she could even comprehend what just happened, Darius forced her onto her hands and knees on the bed. Bleez felt a not-unpleasant shiver run up her spine as Darius kissed up her back right between her raven black wings. She forced herself to stay still, but he could hear how ragged her breathing was becoming. Bleez couldn't stop herself from moaning as started nipping at her neck. However, just as quickly as he started, he stopped, much to her shameful disappointment.
"You see, that's where you're wrong, Bleez." Darius' hand reached under her crisscross halter top and began to toy with her breasts. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, hard enough to make her cry out but gentle enough to make it pleasurable. "I do know you, and I couldn't be happier with who you are. Your arrogance, your temper, your pride. I love all of it. While others see these things as flaws for you to hide, I see them as your best traits. Bleez, you are exactly the kind of woman I have been looking for. What I offer is a place for you at my side if you so desire."
He tore away at her skirt next. Bleez shivered as she felt his finger glide up and down her womanhood. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his ministration before her head shot up as Darius slammed his fingers inside her. Bleez couldn't stop herself from moaning as his hands worked in and out of her virgin entrance. However, just as quickly as he started, he stopped.
"Do you want me?" He growled into her ear as Bleez began to grind her rear against his hardening prick.
"Yes," she whimpered. Damn him and his silver tongue, but she did. Then he was inside her.
She cried out in pain and pleasure as he tore through the innocence that she had so fiercely defended for all these years. He wasn't making love to her like so many suitors had promised. He was fucking her like a man claiming his prize. His pace was relentless as he slammed inside her, his cock reaching the deepest depths of her cavern. He smirked as Bleez began to rock her hips in time with his thrusts, appreciating her eagerness. He groaned as he felt her warm wet tunnel tighten around his cock. He could feel her reaching the climax, causing him to smirk. Making a woman come first always made his own release more satisfying. She threw her head back and screamed her finale, her wings spreading out wide as she spilled her essence on his cock. This new sensation was just what her partner needed, thrusting into her several more times before spilling his seed inside her with a roar to announce his own release. She collapsed down onto the bed as Darius pulled himself out of her.
After taking a few moments to catch his breath, Darius maneuvered the covers around them and tucked his lover over his arm. Bleez snuggled deeper into his arm and buried herself into his shoulder.
"A wonderful first night, Bleez," Darius said with a peck on the forehead. His angel answered with a peck on the lips.
"The first of many, my lord."
