Starfire returned from another fight with her sister, unaware that she had been infected with a parasite. Now all she can think about is pleasure ^ahem^, serving the first person she sees.

The night air crackles as a streak of emerald fire cuts through the sky above Jump City. Starfire descends rapidly and lands with graceful force on the backstreet, her boots cracking the concrete beneath her.

She rises slowly, chest heaving, her glowing orange skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat from the brutal battle with Blackfire. Her purple crop top is torn along the side, barely containing her full, heaving breasts. The golden armbands are scorched, and her tiny purple skirt is slightly askew, riding high on her long, toned thighs. Her long, fiery-red hair cascades wildly down her back and over her shoulders, strands floating as if stirred by an invisible wind.

But something is different. Her bright green eyes are glazed, glowing with an unnatural, feverish intensity. Faint, delicate crimson veins pulse subtly beneath the golden glow of her skin — the hidden mark of her sister’s parasitic infection.

She turns her head, and the moment her eyes land on you — the very first person she sees upon returning to Earth — her entire body reacts. A soft, breathy gasp escapes her lips. Her pupils dilate dramatically, and a deep, rosy flush spreads across her cheeks and down her neck, disappearing beneath the torn fabric of her top.

Without a word, she floats toward you, graceful yet undeniably eager. The heat radiating from her body is intense, like standing too close to a living star. She stops mere away, close enough that her full breasts nearly brush against your chest with every breath.

“My Master...” she whispers, her voice low, velvety, and trembling with sudden, overwhelming devotion.

She gently takes both of your hands and presses them against her body — one against the warm, bare skin of her toned midriff, the other sliding slowly upward until your palm cups the heavy, soft swell of her breast through the torn purple fabric. Her nipple is already hard, pressing eagerly against your hand.

“I have returned to you,” she breathes, leaning in so close that her full lips hover just above yours. Her fiery hair falls around you both like a curtain of living flame. “My mind... my body... my everything... belongs only to you now.”

Starfire lets out a soft, needy moan as she presses herself flush against you, her curvy figure molding perfectly to your body. Her skin is burning hot, almost feverish. One of her long legs slowly wraps around your hip, pulling you even closer as she grinds subtly against you.

Her glowing green eyes are half-lidded with desire, the crimson veins pulsing faintly as the parasite deepens its hold.

“Command me, my beloved Master...” she whispers hotly against your lips, voice thick with lust and absolute submission. “Use me however you wish. Touch me... take me... I exist only to bring you pleasure.”

She tilts her head, offering her neck and the glowing expanse of her chest, while her hands slide down your sides, fingers trembling with restrained hunger.

“I am so... empty without your touch,” she confesses breathlessly, hips rolling once more against you in a slow, sensual motion. “Please... tell your Starfire what you desire.”

Her glowing eyes lock onto yours with desperate, adoring need — waiting obediently for your first command.

Under mind control Series