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Martian Mistress	By : msparx Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 15469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here it is, the last chapter of Spicing Things Up. As always, read, comment, rate, but overall, enjoy!

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Connor woke slowly, gradually. He remembered the shower, and M’gann, but nothing after that.
Must’ve passed out. The thought moved sluggishly through his mind. That was new. He could recall nights, more than a few, when his efforts had driven M’gann into blissful sleep, but never him. He couldn’t recall having an orgasm that powerful, either. He smiled at the memory. His girlfriend truly was something else.
He found he was lying on a bed and tried to sit up. He snapped to sudden alertness when he found that he couldn’t. Eyes popping open, he took in the scene around him.
It was M’gann’s room he was in. That calmed him somewhat. He still had recurring nightmares of waking up back in his tiny, sheltered pod at Cadmus, hundreds of feet away from the surface, from the sun. From M’gann. That thought hurt him more than anything else.
He was in a bed, he found, and naked to boot. He lay stretched out over the covers, his arms splayed to either side. Trying to move them was useless as well. Whatever held his body also held his arms. Or rather, who held his body and arms. He relaxed when he put the pieces together.
“Good,” M’gann said, stepping out of the shadows. “You’re awake.”
It had happened before. This was not, by any means, the first time he’d been “kidnapped” in his sleep and woken up in her bed, tied down with her telekinesis for her pleasure. On nights like those, she was merciless, teasing endlessly, making him beg and squirm for her touch, beg for a release that was hours in the making. She was a master at bringing him right up to the edge, using her powers to suppress his orgasm until she thought he had earned it. He loved every second of it.
“Should we get started?” She asked, and Connor nodded eagerly. Just the memory of nights like this were enough to make his erection return full force, despite their activity in the showers not so long ago.
M’gann waved her hand, and a length of black cloth rose from the bedside table to wrap itself around Connor’s head, covering his eyes and plunging him into darkness. He frowned. That was new.
Almost instantly, he felt fingertips brushing across the skin of his thigh, tracing a path toward his crotch. In response, his cock twitched and strained. Connor moaned when he felt her fingernails scrape delicately along its underside, sending shivers up and down his spine.
“Do you like that, Connor?” He heard her from his right and turned his head. He bit back another ragged groan as he answered.
“Yes, M’gann.”
Suddenly the nails dug into his cock hard and he cried out. He realized his mistake and hastily corrected himself.
“Y – yes, ma’am! I – aaahn! – I love it, ma’am!”
The pressure lessened, and the fingers resumed their tender stroking.
“Good boy,” she cooed. Connor felt cool air blow across his cockhead, quickly followed by a hot tongue, the barest flick of contact that made him hiss. “Very good boy.”
He felt other hands now, all over him, raking nails across his chest, pinching hard at his nipples, caressing and fondling his thighs. It seemed that every inch of his body was being impossibly touched by roaming digits and hands. Impossible except for her, of course, with her shape-shifting abilities. She’d never done that before either, and some small part of him wondered what kind of sight that would be. The other, larger part of him gasped and moaned with each contact, making inarticulate noises as he steadily built towards what he could feel would be another powerful orgasm.
“Such a good boy you are, Connor,” M’gann breathed in his ear, followed by a sharp nip of her teeth. “Are you enjoying this?”
“Yes!” His voice came out as a whispering whine in between his panting and groaning. “Yes, ma’am, it feels so good!”
“How much do you like it, Connor? Answer me!” For a moment, those hands and fingers dug hard into his flesh, only to return to their tender ministrations.
“I – I love it so – mmm! – so much, ma’am! It’s so fucking good!”
“Do you want to cum, Connor?” Her whole hand, one of them at least, was wrapping around his stiff cock, leisurely stroking the entire length. Connor could only whimper, nodding emphatically. He was so close. His cock was so hard, and her hands, all of those hands, felt so good, he was going to –
Suddenly, the hands vanished, leaving behind only the memory of their touch. At the same time, his urge to cum disappeared. It wasn’t as if he’d been brought slowly back down from the edge. The entire sensation was simply gone. He groaned loudly, thrashing against his bonds, trying desperately to feel those touches again.
“No,” he panted. “Please, ma’am, I need to cum!”
“Not yet, Connor,” she replied. “There’s something you have to do first.”
So, it was going to be one of those nights. Usually, she was satisfied with just getting him off, playing out her bedroom roleplay. Connor wasn’t sure if she made herself cum or not, but she didn’t ask him to reciprocate. Other nights, she made him pleasure her before allowing him to cum, sometimes having three or four or more orgasms until she felt he deserved his one.
Connor didn’t hesitate. “I’ll do anything, ma’am! Anything you ask, just please make me cum!”
For the first time that night, or in any of the other nights, M’gann hesitated slightly. Connor heard her swallow, as if working up her nerve, before replying.
“Is that right, Connor? You’ll do anything?”
“Anything, ma’am!” He strained again against her power. “I’ll do anything you want!”
Suddenly, his bonds were released, and he floated into the air. After a few seconds, he felt his knees touch the floor, and her telekinesis left him. Finally, his blindfold was pulled off. It took his eyes a moment to adjust, but when they did, his jaw dropped at the sight before him.
He knelt on the stone floor, practically on hands and knees, and M’gann stood before him. She had shifted her clothes away, so that now she was as naked as he was. Right in front of him, inches from his own face, was her own crotch, and bulging out from it, where her pussy was supposed to be, was an emerald-green cock.
It took Connor several seconds to realize that his jaw was hanging open, and he closed it with a snap. She couldn’t possibly…she can’t seriously… His thoughts skittered frantically as the phallus filled his vision. It wasn’t quite as big as his, but still a girthy seven inches, with a pulsing vein running from the base to wrap around underneath. Large balls hung below. He tore his gaze away and looked up into his girlfriend’s eyes.
“M’gann,” he swallowed convulsively. “What is this?”
The Martian girl giggled. “It’s a cock, Connor.” She reached down and began to stroke it lightly. A tiny gasp escaped her lips and she flushed, as if she weren’t used to the sensation she was feeling.
“You know what I mean, M’gann,” he shot back. “We’ve never talked about anything like this!”
“Oh?” M’gann put on an air or mock pouting, pursing her lips and leaning forward slightly. “But don’t you want to make me feel good, Connor? Don’t you want to make me feel like you just did?” She still stroked herself, and a small drop of precum leaked from the tip. She was definitely flushed now, and her breathing was becoming shallower. “After all,” she added. “You did say you would do anything, right?”
Connor swallowed again, and felt his eyes drawn back to the green cock like a magnet. He had said ‘anything,’ of course, but this? M’gann was wild and kinky once the bedroom door was closed behind them, but he had never thought that something like this could be on her list of fantasies.
He had never considered being with another man before. In Cadmus, the genomorphs had taught him about homosexuality, or the concept at least, and he hadn’t felt anything. Neither did he feel anything when he looked at his other teammates, like Robin or Wally. But here, on his knees, watching his Martian girlfriend slowly stroke herself to full hardness, and listening to her moaning under her breath, he felt his cock, which had softened once the blindfold had been removed, twitch and begin to harden once again. He made up his mind.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, looking up once more.
For a briefest of moments, relief flashed across M’gann’s face before she could compose herself. She wasn’t sure if I’d go along with this, he realized. She was afraid.
Whatever she had felt, her dominating side was back in control once again.
“Use your mouth,” she commanded. “Get it nice and wet.”
Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned forward. His hands shook slightly as he reached out to grasp her, and she moaned at his touch. This close, it looked impossible big, too big to fit in his mouth. Instead, he stuck out his tongue, and gave it a lick.
M’gann groaned, and her hands went to the sides of Connor’s head. He kept licking, dragging his hot, wet tongue all over, wrapping it around the head. With his hands he stroked her rhythmically and played with her heavy balls. Was this how Connor felt when she blew him? It was no wonder he went wild whenever she did. Just with his tongue and hands, her legs were beginning to tremble and her breath came in gasps and moans.
Suddenly bold, Connor opened his mouth and plunged down on her. He almost immediately gagged, with her not even halfway in, and pulled back slightly. At least, he tried to. As soon as she felt his hot mouth wrap around her cock, M’gann’s eyes shot open with a ragged shout and she pulled his head firmly back into her crotch. Unconsciously, she started to buck her hips, driving herself in and out of her boyfriend’s face.
Connor gagged again and again as she repeatedly hit the back of his throat. Her cock completely filled his mouth with more left outside. It felt hot on his tongue, and he could feel the pulse within it. His own cock was now harder than ever, straining upwards to try and find its release. On a whim, he decided to try and make her feel as good as he did when their positions were reversed. Gently, he pulled her hands away from his head, and then he started to actively suck her. He bobbed his head forward to meet her thrusts, taking more and more of her shaft into his mouth. He still gagged, but he also ran his tongue and teeth along her length, trying to coax the orgasm from her.
“Oh fuck. Connor!” M’gann was in heaven. Her hips still rocked to their own accord, pushing deeper and deeper into his hot, wet mouth. The wet gurgling noises he made with every thrust only egged her on and made her even hotter. Her hands, now left on their own, rose to squeeze and pinch her breasts and nipples, sending electricity throughout her body. “Suck my fucking cock, Connor!” she cried.
Connor knew something was about to happen. In his hand, her balls were churning, and in his mouth her cock was trembling. Precum, bitter and watery, flowed almost continuously from the tip to slide down his throat. He wanted to taste her cum, wanted to drink down her essence. He –
Suddenly, M’gann was pulling herself out of him. A streamer of saliva briefly connected cock and lips before falling away, and Connor felt an almost imperceptible sense of loss. She was breathing hard, he realized, chest heaving and panting like she’d run hard. He felt pride at that. First time, and I can do that? He thought wonderingly.
Composing herself, with a visible effort, M’gann smiled at him. “Such a good boy, Connor,” she breathed huskily, bending down to stroke his cheek. Her touch felt cool against his hot skin.
“Please, ma’am,” he whispered. “I want to taste you. I need to taste you.” The image of her hot, salty cum pouring into his open mouth made his cock twitch and he groaned.
“Patience, Connor,” she cooed, still stroking his face. “There’s one more thing I want to try.”
Suddenly, Connor was lifted into the air. He didn’t try to fight it, only waited eagerly for whatever she had planned. She levitated him back onto the bed, but moved him onto all fours, facing away from her. When he realized what she intended, he looked back at her, feeling a stab of panic. She sat behind him on her knees, spreading lube on her cock. With two fingers, she added a generous dollop to his exposed asshole. Despite himself, he moaned at the intrusion.
“Do you like that, Connor,” she asked coyly. “Do you like my fingers in your ass?”
He only nodded, whimpering slightly. Her digits expanded inside of him, coating his rectum with lube. One finger found his prostate, brushing it briefly, and he jumped at the jolt of pleasure.
“Or maybe,” M’gann continued, teasing. “Maybe you want something bigger in there.” The finger probed his prostate again, harder this time, making him cry out. “Do you want my Martian cock in your Kryptonian asshole?”
“Yes!” There was no hesitation, although his voice was strained. His hands clenched into fists, bunching up the covers. “Yes, ma’am, I want your cock inside of me!”
He knew the words even before she spoke them. “Beg me, Connor.” It was a low, throaty whisper. And on hands and knees, cock harder than ever before, and with fingers writhing inside of him, he begged.
“Please, ma’am! Please fuck my ass with your Martian cock! I need to feel you inside of me! Please, please, plea – guh!”
His voice cut off when he felt her press against him. Somehow, against his asshole, her cock felt even bigger, and he worried that it wouldn’t fit. Still, she pressed, harder and harder, while he groaned and whimpered. It didn’t hurt him exactly, but the pressure on his anus felt alien to him. When the head slipped inside with a jolt, Connor jumped, moaning and nearly pulling himself off of her.
Slowly, steadily, M’gann pushed her cock deeper into Connor’s ass. She couldn’t help a steady stream of gasps and moans herself. It was so tight! And warm, wrapping around her as if to pull her in by itself. Her cock throbbed and pulsed warningly. She wouldn’t last very long with this amount of stimulation.
Finally, M’gann was all the way in, with her thighs resting against Connor’s ass cheeks. There was still some room, she noted. Maybe in the future she could try something even bigger.
“M’gann…”
The voice, strained and weak, pulled her back into the moment, and her heart sank. Was she hurting him? Did he not like it as much as she did? A thousand worries spun through her mind, filling her with worry.
“Please, M’gann,” he groaned. “Please fuck me!”
M’gann grinned and complied. Slowly, at first, she withdrew her cock almost all the way out, then pushed back in amidst a chorus of groans. Both of them were soon breathing hard, and they started panting in truth when she picked up her pace. Soon, despite her earlier worries about hurting him, she was slamming his ass hard and fast. Her thighs slapped and cracked against his ass with every stroke, and the sounds echoed off of the walls.
“You like that, Connor?” she asked. “Do you like that, bitch?”
Connor was too far gone to answer. His responses were merely inarticulate grunts and moans as his head thrashed from side to side. She could tell that he did, though. Every time she plowed into him, his hips came back to meet the thrust and ensure that every inch of her was sheathed inside of him.
M’gann leaned down and gripped a fistful of his black hair. She pulled his head back, then nipped hard at his throat. With her other hand, she reached around and began to jerk his stiff cock.
“Do you like being my bitch, Connor?” she whispered in his ear. “You’re mine, and mine alone.”
In response, Connor turned his head and captured her lips with his own. They held together for several heartbeats, still rutting together hard, then separated. He truly was hers, body, mind, and soul.
This was what made M’gann wet. Or hard, in this case. Connor was a living weapon, made from the DNA of the most powerful being on the planet, if not the solar system, and here he was, on his knees, with her cock planted in his ass, and practically begging for more. Dominating him, making him into a subservient bitch, gave her such a feeling of power and control that she’d never experienced before.
She was suddenly aware of the churning in her balls. She really hadn’t been able to last that long. Connor was close as well, that much was clear even without telepathy. His cock was twitching violently in her hand.
“Oh fuck.” She let her head fall back, closing her eyes. “Oh fuck yes!”
At the last moment, M’gann pulled out of him completely, grabbed him with her telekinesis, and turned him over. His eyes were glazed over, and she doubted that he even knew or cared what she was doing anymore. One hand flew to her cock, pumping wildly, while the other continued its work on his. The feeling of a male orgasm, so vastly different than what she was used to, hit her like a freight train, and she came screaming.
Thick, ropey strands of cum launched themselves from her cock, flying high through the air, then spattering across Connor’s body. The first streamer hit him full in the face and began to drip down his chin, while the others, less powerful, smeared his chest, then dribbled onto his cock.
Connor followed soon after she started, and his own voice lifted in a roar that mixed with hers. His own sticky load splashed onto his chest, mingling with hers, then ran down his cock to cover her fingers. The two of them finished panting hard, bodies quivering as the last vestiges of their bliss left them.
With a satisfied sigh, M’gann collapsed next to Connor and snaked her arms around him. He was already asleep, she noted. Not that she minded. She watched with delight as his tongue unconsciously snaked out to lick up a portion of her cum, then gulp it down. She planted a kiss on his cheek, one of the few places that was cum-free.
“Good night, Connor,” she said drowsily, feeling her own exhaustion start to pull her under.
Next time, she thought. I want to see his face as I fuck him.
She giggled at the thought, then drifted to sleep.

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