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Peter Meets Starfire
🕑 Added 2018-05-29 01:05:26 +0000 UTCShe had to have bigger boobs than Black Cat. She just had to.
She certainly showed more of them. They were huge, Kate Upton sized, all of her curvy and fabulously voluptuous like a throwback to Marilyn Monroe, but the outfit she wore looked like the bottom of a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue and the top looked like Victoria’s Secret. Some… flowing metallic fabric swam around her neck in a jewel-studded collar, then divided into two wide strips veeing down her chest—something you’d see on the original Star Trek. They seemed to be held in place over those Double-D breasts only by the tension of having her oversized tits stretching the fabric out. Then, once they were clear of those protrusions trapping them in place, the strips circled back around to meet in the middle of a set of panties she wore. Panties that were skimpy, skintight, pulled taut to her pubis by the tug of those breast-covering straps.
All of that was bad enough, but then there was the fact that she was a giantess. She might’ve been as curvy as Kate Upton, or any Page 3 girl for that matter, but she was like a head and a half taller than him, putting him right on eye level with her cleavage, where he could see no sign of anything keeping her breasts in place except how tightly they were pressed against the William Ware Theiss straps.
Seeing her flying at him as he did his web-swinging, Peter had immediately assumed that she was attacking him—and just as immediately been flummoxed by what she was wearing. She landed in front of him, the flickering, flaming contrails of her long, unbound hair calming down into a hazy heat running down to the small of her back.
“That is so clever, how you get around by the shooting of ropes from your hands!” she gushed.
Her friendliness was so sincere that it immediately defused Peter’s neurotic suspicion, and his hormones took over. He felt an erection straining to be born, and while spending half of each day in skintight spandex had gave him a certain self-discipline when it came to bodily functions, he was hard-pressed to keep his eyes off of her while he got himself under control. Fortunately, his mask hid the fact that he was only looking at her out of the corner of his eyes.
“Thank you,” he said. “I, uh—what is this? Are we having a team-up? Is there another bounty on me?”
“Not that I know of!” she said, as cheerful as ever. “I just wanted to say hi. I assume you are one who devotes himself to fighting for right and innocence. I can tell by how fashionable you are.”
Peter’s hands fisted. She just seemed to jiggle when she talked, little breathy rushes shaking her breasts into quivering, jellied hills.
“You must be able to do all sorts of things with your ropes,” she said, before launching into a pout. On anyone else, such a hairpin emotional turn would come off as insincere, but with her, it felt like she was just expressing a sudden thought coming to mind without the censorship or processing most people would employ. “My starbolts are useful, but I can only use them to destroy.”
She showed him, her fists lighting up with green light. That, at least, calmed Peter down enough that he didn’t have to worry about another leg. He found it best to have either two or right.
“At least they’re pretty,” he reasoned. “My webs just look weird.”
“But you make them, yes? They’re not from your body—you constructed a device?” She scrutinized his wrists with her all-green eyes, and Peter supposed he didn’t have much room to talk about skintight clothes, because she could make out the bulge of his spinnerets under his costume. “That is fascinating. I was experimented upon; that is why I am able to create energy blasts. It was… done to me.” She darkened, then instantly lightened. “But you, your power comes from your mind and working. Very cold!”
“I’m not surprised, in that outfit…” Peter muttered.
“I’m sorry?”
“Cool. I think you mean cool.”
“Yes,” she nodded. “Oh! I am Koriand’r, by the way.”
Spices as a superhero name? Now Peter knew all the good ones were taken. “Spider-Man. Is me—I am. Yes.”
“Yes! I see! Because of your webs!”
“And I—have the proportional strength and speed of a spider. A spider-sense… I stick to walls… it’s no big deal.”
“You could call yourself Web-Man,” she said. “But that is your decision. I must go now. Thank you for being so conversational with me and for not even punching me a little!”
Peter supposed that was a hazard in trying to meet new people in the superhero trade. “Thank you for… not being evil! That really would’ve ruined my evening.”
She nodded. “You seem aroused, by the way. Have you considered masturbating? It would probably help you out.”
“I’ll think about it.”
She took off, with a little giggle that either meant she had no idea what she was talking about or she knew each and every individual detail of what was going through his head.
Peter sighed and sat down to have a long, quiet period of not elevating his heartbeat. Just his luck—if he could only meet a tall, statuesque, full-breasted redhead with a cute-as-heck laugh from his planet, then he’d be all set.
Comments
Shendude
That was adorable. And sexy. And the last line was perf.
Michael Owens
Always liked Starfire. Seems she could have no inhibitions with the right (spider) guy. Would really like more of this one.
They make a cute couple. I think that their personalities really work well together.
John Haslach
Definitely more of this.
