Peter Meets Starfire update

There was something perverse about having a fight with Hydro-Man in the summer. The man was evil, sure, but all Peter could think about with this heat was that it would be really nice to get smashed by a fist made of water. 

Kory showed up to help out and that was that. Hydro ended up evaporated once again, on the receiving end of some starbolts. Peter dropped down on the nearest rooftop and pulled his mask off to let himself breathe. His costume felt clammy and sticky, and even in the shade the sun felt hotter than ever. It probably didn’t help his aching any. He felt like something was inflamed. Something.

“I saw you were in battle! You were very good!”

Peter lifted his head and looked toward Kory, blinking the hot sweat out of his eyes. “Thanks. You weren’t so bad yourself. I mean,” he quickly added, forestalling her offense, “you were really good.”

Kory approached Peter, slinking into the shade along with him. The overwhelming heat had had its effect on her as well, even if her costume was as light it could be. Her red hair was plastered down her back in sticky tendrils, beads of perspiration bubbled on her otherwise glowing skin. “It looked like you took some hard blows. Are you injured?”

“No. Just a little sore.”

“Yes, you don’t look wounded,” Kory said as she leaned over him, her breasts nearly brushing against his face. “Just the normal wear and tear of being a brave hero. I’d recommend a vigorous rubdown. Much like your athletes receive after a contest!”

“Yeah,” Peter snorted, “I’ll go ask someone.”

“No need,” Kory said with a wide grin. “I know what to do.”

Standing behind him now, she put her hands on his shoulders. Peter started to get up but Kory gently pushed him back down to be seated. Her fingers kneaded his shoulders, then his upper arms. She would take his hand with one arm, stretch his arm out, then use her free hand to knead and squeeze the muscles of his arm from shoulder to wrist. It was unlike any massage Peter had ever had or even heard of, but after the initial flare-up of pain, the aches and pains he’d been feeling just faded away, replaced with a pleasant tingling. He didn’t even feel his sweaty grunginess anymore; it was more like he was in a sauna, having his pores blown open. He felt her pulling his gloves off of him, then tugging the top of his uniform out of his belt.

“Hey!” Peter said warningly, feeling her scoot his shirt up his chest. 

“It’s alright,” she giggled. “It’ll rain soon. The storm will wash you off, and rinse out your costume. You can put it back on after. For now, just relax. You’ve been working very hard and it’s important for you to take a break. And as long as you need a break, why not have one with me?”

She pushed him down onto his back, the coolly shaded concrete like its own balm as he laid down on it. Then she straddled him, her legs parted over his waist as she rubbed her hands over his chest. Peter felt his limp cock stirring to life and instinctively tried to hide it from her. She settled her hands on his shoulders, holding him down.

“Take it easy, Peter. Yours isn’t the first organ I’ve seen. There are plenty of species that wears theirs right out in the open. And I’m sure yours is much nicer than a lot of theirs!”

Her fingers were tingling down his rib cage now, and seemed to be heading for his vulnerably sensitive underbelly. Peter could feel the press of her warm thighs against his flanks. Her fingernails scratched at the bristling hair of his lower belly, sending heat blooming down into his loins. What was going to happen, happened.

“X’Hal!” Kory tittered. “Maybe not nicer, per se, but at least as big. Let’s not keep it all cooped up!”

“What?” Peter said distantly, blood pounding in his ears so hard that it took a moment for her words to register. “Wait, hold on…”

She pulled his pants down until they flew off his toes, leaving him naked on the ground, his tensing cock resting between his legs. It was long and thick, starting to fill with blood, and even limp it hung over his balls, the tip dangling down almost to the rooftop between his thighs. 

“Suh, sorry about that,” Peter said, feeling distinctly uncomfortable, which didn’t seem to do anything to diminish the stiffness spreading through his member.

“What are you sorry about?” Kory asked.

“What it’s thinking,” Peter said. Despite himself, Kory’s unpretentious openness was putting him at ease. “You know… has a mind of its own?”

“Yes,” Kory said, rubbing briskly over his thighs. “There is a bit of stiffness. That’ll go away with the rest of the tension.”

“Okay,” Peter said, “if you’re sure…”

She worked the motion of his knees a few times, pushing his calves up so that his legs were steepled, then stretching them back out again. Her fingers trickled down his shins, his ankles, and she ground her fingers into his feet, even wiggling his toes. His cock became much harder as she kept touching him, but Peter felt remarkably unashamed of it. It was like Kory had said. It would go down in its own time. It was just a biological thing, really, probably an aftereffect of all the adrenaline.

Kory bent over his feet and pulled at them, stretching his legs out to their full extension. As she did, he could see right down her costume. It really wasn’t any more of a view than her costume offered all by itself, but seeing her that way truly put her build in perspective. Peter felt precum froth at the tip of his penis. God, this was too much. He really had to call it quits before even she got offended.

“Yeah, that was really nice,” Peter said, reaching out for his costume. It might not’ve offered much concealment for his raging erection, being skintight, but at least he wouldn’t be waving himself in Kory’s face anymore. “But I think I’d better get going.”

“Nonsense,” Kory said. “It hasn’t started raining yet. And look how tense you still are.” She wrapped her fingers around his manhood.

The moment she touched it, Peter’s eyes widened. He expected Kory to realize what she’d done at any moment. But she didn’t appear at all surprised by his lusty hardness, she just stroked her hand up and down, steadily squeezing him tighter and tighter, feeling his length become even stiffer in turn.

“Don’t know how relaxing that is,” Peter said, arching his back, grimacing as she found a rhythm with her jerking motion. Tighter, faster, harder. She deliberately increased the pressure, the speed, and Peter started to moan. He breathed shallowly as her jerks became harder.

“I think the hard part is just about over,” Kory said. She felt a rapid fluttering beneath her fingers as his prick convulsed spasmodically, the muscles clenching hard, shooting out the cum that had gone stagnant in his balls. It burst from his cockhead and splattered on Kory’s hand, up to her elbow.

More bursts followed that one. Peter was bucking his hips into the air with each stroke Kory used to milk him, and each shot that flew from his purpled knob brought a loud gasp of pleasure out of him.

“Kory, Kory, that’s wonderful, don’t stop! Don’t--!” He was moaning as he ran out of seed, the hardness going out of his member, the whole thing lying back down gently where Kory set it against his thigh. 

“There,” Kory said, wiping off some of the cum from his thighs and prick with a few brisk rubs. She licked her palms and fingers to clean them off. “Isn’t that better? All nice and relaxed. You rest a few minutes. It’s just about to rain, you can wash off, and I’ll be on my way.” A fat drop of his cum ran off her wrist and Kory laughed as it hit her boot. “You had quite a lot of gg’nox to burn through. I hope you weren’t saving it for someone; I took quite a lot for myself. It is pretty tasty—you should make more!”

And, quickly licking her wrist before more of his ejaculation could drip off of it, Kory took off and flew away, the last thing Peter saw of her Kory’s ass in its thong.

“Yeah,” Peter said, unable to move, “I’ll get right on that.”