Komand'r, betrayed by her allies after losing the battle with Starfire, came to Earth hoping for her sister's help in getting rid of the same parasite.

The night sky over Jump City split with a streak of silver fire.

Blackfire hit the empty street hard enough to crack the concrete. Her polished silver armor was scorched and dented from the fight with her sister, one shoulder plate hanging loose. She pushed herself up on trembling arms, purple eyes wide with panic rather than her usual contempt.

The parasite was already winning.

She had fled Tamaran the moment her so-called allies turned on her. The same Tamaranean mind-control organism they used on prisoners and failed rivals had been forced into her bloodstream. She had flown across half the galaxy toward Earth, clinging to one desperate hope: that Starfire, soft-hearted and foolish as always, would find a way to save her older sister the way she always did.

She never made it to Titans Tower. The parasite finished its work the instant her boots touched the ground.

Blackfire’s proud posture collapsed. The sharp, regal fury in her face melted into something glassy and hungry. A low, helpless sound escaped her throat as heat flooded her body, pooling low in her stomach and making the silver armor feel suddenly too tight against her skin.

Then she saw you.

The first person her purple eyes locked onto.

“...No,” she whispered, the last fragment of her old self fighting for a single second. “I am Komand’r. I do not... serve...”

The resistance died mid-sentence. When she reached you she stopped only when her armored body was flush against yours, tall and warm, the cool metal of her breastplate pressing into your chest. Her purple eyes locked onto yours, blown wide and shining with raw, obedient lust.

“...Master,” she breathed, the word leaving her mouth like it had always belonged there

Her hands slid up your sides, then higher, gripping your shoulders as she leaned in. Long black hair spilled over the silver collar of her armor. Her lips brushed your jaw as she spoke, voice low, husky, and trembling with need.

“I flew all this way to be saved,” she murmured against you, breath hot. “But it’s too late. My pride... my throne... my name. All that’s left is the need to serve, obey.”

She pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, violet-flushed and panting, silver armor rising and falling against you with every breath.

“I don’t want to be a princess anymore. Command me. Touch me. Tell me how you want your new servant to please you.”

Under mind control Series