By coincidence, you looked over. You didn't expect to see anything. You were only doing it out of instinct, you know? But it was as though every god in every universe wanted you to be lucky. Red hair, big boobs, and a bikini rose from the waters.
It was Starfire. Starfire was emerging from the water, sunlight clinging to her like a spotlight had singled her out from the rest of the universe.
And holy hell.
The alien princess wasn't just beautiful. She was stunning in a way that bypassed logic and punched your heartbeat into overdrive. Drops of seawater glistened on her glowing orange skin, trailing down the curves of her big boobs like they were honored to touch her.
Her long, fire-red hair draped over her shoulders and swayed behind her, rippling in slow motion as she walked. It was like the wind worked for her.
Her bikini—if you could call it that—was see-through and white but mostly see-through. The top hugged her chest with two perfectly contoured cups that showed just enough to leave you wondering if Earth had even invented that cut yet. The bottoms were minimal, high on her hips and low in the front, connected by two rainbow beads that seemed less like fasteners and more like aesthetic suggestions.
It teetered on the edge of decency. But from the look in her eyes, Starfire had absolutely no idea. Her eyes—those glowing green eyes—landed directly on you.
Your pulse tripled. Your balls involuntarily contracted, like your biology was trying to prepare for the celestial-level contact about to happen.
Starfire smiled. She walked onto the shore. If Maron was lying unconscious beside you, you completely forgot about it.
Starfire was sweet. Disarming. Like she was the one lucky to see you.
"Hello!" Starfire greeted brightly, her accent soft and melodic, full of that signature Tamaranian charm. "You and Maron had fun, hm?"
You did indeed. You nodded silently.
"That's great! Does that mean you're not busy?"
Nope, not at all. You shook your head.
"Excellent. You are the person I was told is down for the wheel."
You blinked. "What?"
Starfire tilted her head. "The wheel? With the up and the down? You scream, then you smile?"
It took a second. She was an alien interested in Earth stuff. Starfire started making whoosh noises and that was when you understood. "You mean a ferris wheel."
"Yes!" she clapped her hands. "Ferris wheel, that. I wish to ride one, but it's more fun with a companion, yes?"
You opened your mouth to answer, but then she bounced slightly on her feet, just enough that physics had to work overtime to keep her top in place. It barely succeeded.
"Please," she said, "I would very much like to have you join me. Your customs are only worthwhile with another human."
You didn't have swim trunks and not wearing them to a public event felt wrong. Then again, this world seemed teetered toward your every whim. Did it really matter?
"Agreed," you ended up saying. "Let's go then."
"Excellent! Great! Let's go, go, go!"
She turned to walk toward the boardwalk, her hip sway doing damage to your erection. You followed, dazed and smiling. Starfire, as it turned out, wasn't just beautiful. She was irresistibly adorable.
The walk to the carnival was four or five minutes long. Lots of skipping and jiggly boobies from Starfire as she skipped. When you did arrive…
"Oh my!"
Everywhere you looked, there were games of chance, the raucous shouts of barkers, and the dizzying, sweet scent of spun sugar and frying dough. Starfire was immediately taken by it all, her emerald eyes wide with delight, pointing at every new wonder with an excitement that was utterly infectious.
"What is that delightful aroma?" Starfire asked, her nose twitching as she turned toward a stall selling giant, fluffy clouds of cotton candy.
"That's pure sugar, basically," you laughed. "Want to try some?"
"Oooh, yes!"
You bought a large portion, the paper cone feeling insubstantial in your hand. Starfire watched, mesmerized, as you tore off a piece. Instead of taking it, she leaned forward and delicately nipped it from your fingers. Her lips, soft and warm, brushed against your skin for a heartbeat, sending a jolt straight down your bare erect cock. How could it go down when she was in a bikini?
She chewed thoughtfully, her expression one of profound concentration before it melted into unadulterated joy.
"It dissolves!" Starfire exclaimed, a laugh bubbling out of her. "How fascinating! Your turn!"
She took the cone from you and held a tuft of the pink sugar up to your lips. Her other hand came to rest gently on your wrist, her touch like live electricity. You opened your mouth and she fed you the piece, her gaze locked on yours. The sugar was sweet, but it was nothing compared to the intimacy of the act. A dab of it clung to the corner of your mouth. Before you could wipe it away, Starfire's thumb was there, swiping it away with a soft, deliberate stroke. She then brought her thumb to her own lips and sucked it clean, her eyes never leaving yours.
A deep, warm flush spread across your cheeks. God, she was a tease without even trying.
The two of you wandered further, sharing a paper boat of crispy, golden fries dusted with salt and a shared lemonade, the straws clinking together each time you both took a sip. Every brush of her arm against yours, every time she leaned in close to point something out, her full breasts pressing lightly against your bicep, sent another wave of heat coursing through your cock. Again, going soft was impossible. She was a creature of pure, physical sensation, and being near her was an exercise in exquisite torture.
She never mentioned your erection. Not directly. But you caught her glancing down, a small, knowing, and utterly innocent smile playing on her lips. "Tamaranian culture understands that sometimes, these things happen," she told you with a kind smile. Honestly, you weren't sure what was hotter: her bikini, her choice in slutty bikinis, or her joyous, accepting personality.
Finally, you stood before the ferris wheel. Its skeletal frame was a web of shimmering lights against the darkening twilight sky, and the cars swayed gently in the coastal breeze. As she had predicted, there was no line.
"We are in luck!" she beamed, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the gate. Her grip was strong, her skin impossibly smooth. You'd follow that grip anywhere.
There had been no line for the ferris wheel. It seemed the universe was conspiring in your favor. The female attendant had smirked, swinging the safety bar shut with a clang that felt far too final, locking you both in this tiny, private world in the sky.
With a lurch, the wheel began to move, lifting you up and away from the noise of the carnival, the sounds becoming a distant, happy murmur. Starfire immediately scrambled over to your side of the bench, her warmth immediately seeping into you. She pressed herself against your side, one hand resting on your thigh as she peered out at the world falling away.
"It is just as I had hoped!"
The higher you climbed, the more she seemed to delight in the motion, clinging to you playfully with every slight sway. Each jostle brought a soft, delightful jiggle from her boobs, a movement you felt more than saw. Afterall, your left arm had said boobs pressed. Her floral and sunshine scent filled the small cabin, intoxicating you more than any wine.
When the wheel made its first full rotation, it paused to let new passengers on at the bottom. You were left suspended at the very apex, the world spread out before you in a breathtaking panorama.
And there it was. The view she'd wanted.
The sun was a molten gold coin sinking into the vast, endless expanse of the ocean. The water reflected the fiery hues of the sunset, creating a pathway of shimmering light that seemed to lead right to the horizon. From up here, the waves were gentle ripples, and the sound was a distant, soothing hush. The entire coastline was dotted with tiny lights from houses and cars, like a mirror of the stars just beginning to pepper the violet sky above.
Starfire fell completely silent. Her hand, which had been resting on your thigh, slipped up to find your own, lacing her fingers through yours. Her grip was tight, almost reverent. She leaned her head against your shoulder, her hair tickling your cheek.
"It is so… big," she finally breathed, her voice hushed with genuine wonder. "So beautiful and peaceful. It makes my heart feel… full."
You could only nod, your own throat tight with a emotion you couldn't name. The beauty of the view was staggering, but it was nothing compared to the beautiful alien resting against you, sharing this perfect, quiet moment.
She turned her head to look at you, her face so close you could see the flecks of emotion in her green eyes. The last rays of the sun set her skin aglow, making her look like a goddess carved from living amber. The playful energy was gone, replaced by a soft, open vulnerability.
"This was the correct choice," she said softly, her melodic accent even more pronounced in the whisper. "A perfect moment requires a perfect companion."
Here you were: on a ferris wheel with a bikini-clad Starfire cuddling against you. Talk about lucky. Especially because your bare erection did not bother her in the slightest.
"Ah!"
The moment was only done when Starfire saw something and switched to sitting across from him. Damn.
"So beautiful…"
She was looking. She was looking beautiful. She looked back at you and leaned forward slightly, boobs jiggling and her lips parting in a soft smile that sent a jolt up your cock.
"You are most quiet," Starfire said with playful accusation. "Is something troubling you?"
Her gaze was magnetic, pulling you in like a moth to a flame. "No," you managed, though your voice cracked and your dick leaked with a bead of pre-cum. "Just enjoying the view."
Starfire tilted her head, her smile widening. "The view? Ah, yes. The ocean is most beautiful from this height." But her eyes never left yours, and you could feel the heat of her stare burning into you.
Man, fuck it.
Your lips met hers.
It was not a timid kiss. It was a collision of want and curiosity. Her lips were as soft as they looked, and they moved against yours with an eager hunger that stole the air from your lungs. A small, desperate sound escaped her throat, a vibration you felt deep in your own core. Your hand came up, tangling in the shock of vibrant red hair, holding her to you as if she might float away.
The kiss deepened, slowed, became a languid, exploring dance. She tasted of sugar and something utterly, uniquely her—a hint of starlight and ozone. Her hands slid from your face, down your neck, her nails scraping lightly over your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. One hand settled on your chest, right over your hammering heart, and you were certain she could feel its wild, frantic rhythm.
You broke apart, both gasping for air. A string of saliva connected your mouths for a second before breaking. Her cheeks were flushed a deeper green, her lips swollen. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and the sight of her breasts straining against the see-through fabric of her top, threatening to spill over with every heavy breath, was almost enough to make you cum right there.
"I have read about this human custom," she whispered, her voice husky and unlike anything you'd heard from her before. Her eyes were dark with desire. "The kissing at the top of the ferris wheel. It is… it is a good custom."
Her hand slid down your chest, past your stomach, and her fingers wrapped around your cock. You gasped into her mouth as she gave you a firm stroke. Just one.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Just one was enough to make you bust.
Your body jerked as pleasure shot through you, and before you could even process what was happening, you came. Hard. Thick ropes of cum painted the roof of the cart, and embarrassment flooded you. But Starfire just giggled, a low, sultry sound that made your already-weak knees tremble.
"Oh my," Starfire purred, pulling her hand free and licking her fingers clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue. "You humans are most responsive. It seems I have made quite the mess."
Before you could stammer out an apology, she dropped to her knees in front of you, her green eyes locked on yours. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of your swim trunks and yanked them down, exposing your still-throbbing cock to the cool evening air. She leaned closer and her tongue darted out to lick up the streaks of cum clinging to your shaft.
"Mmm," Starfire hummed, her lips wrapping around the head of your cock. "Your taste is… most intriguing." She opened wider, taking more of you into her mouth, her alien tongue swirling around your length in ways that felt impossible. Her spit was thick and slick, coating every inch of you as she bobbed her head up and down, her rhythm relentless.
You groaned, your hands tangling in her fiery hair as she worked you over with a skill that defied logic. Her pheromones filled the air, intoxicating and overwhelming, and you felt yourself edging toward another orgasm far too quickly.
"Wait—Starfire—" you managed to gasp, but she didn't stop. Her green eyes flicked up to meet yours, and there was a wicked glint in them that made your stomach flip.
Spuuurt!
You came again, harder than before, and Starfire didn't miss a beat. She swallowed every drop, her throat working to take it all down without so much as a cough. When she finally pulled back, her lips glistened with spit and cum, and she licked them clean with a satisfied smile.
"Your second load already?" Starfire teased, giggled. "Humans are quite impressive, aren't they?"
But she wasn't done. Not even close. Her tongue flattened against your shaft, licking up the fresh mess you'd made, and then she dove back in, taking you deeper than before. Her spit pooled around your cock, thick and sticky, and the sensation was almost too much to handle.
Her hand joined her mouth, stroking what she couldn't fit inside, and the combined pressure was maddening. Your hips bucked involuntarily, driving yourself deeper into her throat as pleasure overwhelmed you.
"Holy fuuuu—" you started, but the words were cut off by a strangled moan as splurt —you came for the third time. Starfire's throat convulsed around you as she swallowed again, her nose pressed against your stomach as she took every last drop.
When she finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and shiny, and there was a look of pure satisfaction on her face. "You are most generous," she said. "But I believe we are just getting started…"
You didn't go soft. Not at all, the opposite, you were harder than ever.
You were still catching your breath from the blowjob, her lips and tongue having worked you into a frenzied state. Her spit, you just realized, were laced with Tamaranean pheromones, and they were already coursing through your veins like liquid fire. Every inch of your body felt electric, hypersensitive, and starved for her touch. You could barely think straight, let alone form words, but Starfire didn't need you to. She was in control, and she knew exactly what she wanted.
"Ah, see…!" Her toned thighs straddled your hips and your cock was pointed to her cunt. Without hesitation, she sank down onto your cock. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips as she took every inch of you, her tight, wet pussy stretching to accommodate your size. "Mmm, so thick," she murmured, her hands gripping your shoulders as she adjusted to the sensation. "You are filling me completely. I have never felt so… challenged. It is exquisite."
She grinded down on you with a rhythm that was both teasing and torturous. Completely slow and intentional to make you groan, and you did. Her warmth, her tightness, the way her muscles clenched around you as if trying to pull you deeper. You groaned, your hands instinctively gripping her hips, feeling the strength in her sexy, hourglass alien body as she rode you.
The intensity increased.
"Is it good?" she asked, and all you could do was nod. "Is this better?"
It was. This alien slut knew how to ride cocks like a goddess.
Starfire leaned down, her lips brushing against yours, and the kiss was anything but gentle. It was hungry, desperate, and filled with an alien passion that left you dizzy. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, and the taste of her—sweet yet spicy, like some exotic fruit—only made the heat between you grow hotter. Her pheromones were fucking with your head, amplifying every sensation, every touch, until it was all you could do to hold on.
"You feel so good inside me," she whispered between kisses. "I want to feel you everywhere. I want to take all of you, until there is nothing left."
Her pace quickened. She was no longer riding you or grinding you, she was slamming down on your cock. Her pussy devoured. Your cock delivered. "Oh yes, oh yes—!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
She threw her head back. She grinned as she stared up at the ceiling an announced, "I'm cummiiiinng~!"
But she didn't stop.
Starfire wasn't done with you yet. Not even close. The loud CLAPS kept going. She adjusted her legs so that she was squatting and dropped down. Harder, better, faster.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"On Tamaran," she said breathlessly, "we do not stop after one release. Or two. We continue until we are both empty. Until we have given everything we have to each other." Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could respond, she leaned back, her hands resting on your knees for leverage.
The change in angle made her pussy clench even tighter around your cock, and you swore under your breath as she began to ride you with a ferocity that made you only see her breasts. Her face was no longer a factory, only her breasts were in view. Bouncing, bouncing, and begging for attention. You reached up to cup them, rolling the sensitive tits between your fingers, and Starfire moaned loudly, her head tipping back as she lost herself in the sensation.
"Yessss~! Touch me," she gasped, her voice full of need. "Touch me everywhere. I want to feel your hands on my body while you fuck me. I want to feel everything." Her words were like a command, and you groped those big boobs greedily.
"Y-you wish to know my cup-size? Hm!? On Earth, they are G-cups!" She gasped. "A-ah! You got harder! Y-yes! Good! Good! I-I'm cumming again! A human cock is—"
It wasn't just one, it was a second and third.
"T-this is—"
New to her. Back to back orgasms? Never been done on Tamaran. But you made the impossible happen. Perhaps male humans were better suited in mating with Tamarans or maybe it was just you. Or maybe it was just you and Starfire that had this incredible chemistry.
It didn't matter the reason. It didn't take long before you felt yourself on the edge, the pressure in your balls reaching a breaking point. "Starfire, I'm gonna—" you started to warn her, but she cut you off with a sharp shake of her head.
"No," she said firmly, her eyes locking onto yours. "Not yet. Hold it back. I want to feel you explode inside me when I am ready." Her words were both a challenge and a promise, and you gritted your teeth, trying to hold on as she continued to fuck you. "O-one male orgasm on Tamaran should equate to ten female orgasm!"
D-damn, that was a thing! Alien cultures were kinky!
Four, five, six, seven. Soon, you could tell she was close to the tenth mark. Her pussy clenched around you like a vice. "C-cumming! I-I believe I'm almost at—" She gasped. She whimpered. She exclaimed, "Ten! TEN! I CAME TEN TIMMMESSS~!!"
'F-fuck! She just became ridiculously tight! Don't tell me the ten orgasm rule was a biological thing!?'
It was. When she finally came, it was with a cry that echoed through the ferris wheel cabin and with a tight pussy that instantly made you cum. It wasn't about numbers for the sake of numbers: the tenth orgasm for a female Tamaran tightened so much and pumped so many pheromones that it caused an instant climax for a male inside. It ensured an offspring no matter what.
That's right, as you came hard and you released everything you had inside her, you got her pregnant. You bred the alien princess. Starfire moaned in delight as she felt your cum filling her. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with satisfaction. "Give it all to me. I want it all."
Her hips slowed down and went into sensual circles as she milked every last drop from you.
But even as the pleasure began to subside, Starfire showed no signs of stopping. Just because it was slow, that didn't mean it was the end. She leaned down, capturing your lips in another deep kiss as her hips began to move again, ready to take you on another round. "We are not finished," she murmured against your mouth. "Not yet."
Starfire's lips left yours, her green eyes glowing with a hunger that was far from satisfied. She shifted her weight, her orange skin slick with sweat as she slid off your cock, your cum still dripping from her pussy. Her fingers trailed along your shaft, her touch sending shivers through your body as she whispered, "I wish to feel you inside me in a new way."
Her voice was low, sultry, and laced with that Tamaranean accent that made every word sound like a promise. Starfire turned around, presenting her fat ass to you. Her orange cheeks were round, firm, and utterly irresistible, and she looked back at you over her shoulder, her fiery red hair cascading down her back. "Fuck me from behind and do not hold back. I wish to feel every inch of you."
You slapped dat ass with an underhand. The jiggle earned a giggle. "Cute~! All men love ass, it seems."
They did. You did. Her pussy was already wet, slick with her arousal and your cum, and when you pressed the head of your cock against her, she let out a low, satisfied moan. "Yes," she purred. "Take me. Fuck me. Give me everything."
You pushed into her slowly at first, savoring the way her tight pussy stretched around your cock. This alien pussy was different. You noticed that your cum wasn't as luscious inside her. It was like…her pussy absorbed you cum. Starfire gasped, her back arching as she pushed her ass back against you, eager to take all of you in one swift motion.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, her voice breaking as you filled her completely. "Your cock is so… big. It feels… amazing."
Once you were fully inside her, you paused for a moment, letting her adjust to the size of you. Starfire's pussy clenched around you, squeezing you so tightly it was almost painful. But then she started to move, rocking her hips back and forth, urging you to do the same. "Fuck me. Please, just fuck me."
You obliged, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into her with a force that made the entire Ferris wheel cabin shake. Starfire cried out, her nails digging into the window as she braced herself against the impact. "Yes! Fuck me just like that!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Her ass bounced with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small space. You couldn't get enough of the sight—her orange cheeks jiggling as you fucked her and her pussy gripping you like crazy. "You feel so fucking good," you growled, your hands tightening on her hips as you drove into her again and again. You swore. You fucked. It was the only way.
Starfire reached back, one hand sliding between her legs to rub her clit as you fucked her. "Yessss," she hissed, her fingers moving in quick, frantic circles. "Harder! Deeper! I want to feel you everywhere!"
The Ferris wheel cabin creaked and swayed with the force of your raw rutting, but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the way her pussy felt around your cock, the way her moans filled the air, the way her pussy responded to every thrust.
Her moans turned into shrieks as she neared the edge. "Yes, yes, yessssh! YESSS! I AM ABOUT TO ORGASM FOR THE TENTH TIME AGAIN~!!" she cried, her voice breaking. "Do not stop! FUCK ME UNTIL I CUM!"
You didn't stop. You couldn't stop. Your cock was buried deep inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars with every thrust. And then she came for the ninth time.. Her pussy clenched around you so tightly it was almost unbearable, and you felt your own release building, threatening to explode at any moment.
Fuck it.
You stood up. This whole time, you had been sitting and fucking. Well, no more. Since she was already bent over, pushing her down and pounding away at her was all the same. Starfire loved it.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"SHOOO DEEEEP~!!!"
Her orange bootycheeks made big, lewd waves as you pounded.
But it didn't last long. Only three thrusts of you clapping her cheeks. Only three mind-numbing thrusts where you completely took over. Time did not matter. Your own pace did not matter. The tenth. Once the tenth orgasm hit…
"CUMMIIING~!"
The alien's pussy tightened and your cock was ordered to give its seed. So it did.
Stars danced in front of your eyes as you emptied yourself into her. There was so damn much of it. Your balls were pressed flat and giving everything they had. Your legs lost strength and you fell back on the seat. So did she, right on top of you. Your cum mixed with hers as it dripped down her thighs.
You came and came. Ropes upon ropes of cum were absorbed by her womb. Yet…you were still so hard for her. You didn't go soft at all. Your dick was aching and throbbing from the last two rounds, but the sight of her, the feel of her, was a potent aphrodisiac that overrode any fleeting fatigue.
But the great wheel was finally, slowly, grinding to a halt. The ride was over.
The world outside the cabin door began to come back into focus. Gently, you shifted, helping her off your lap. She slid from you with a soft, wet sound, lying back on the padded seat with a blissful, utterly sated sigh. A pool of your combined release glistened between her thighs. She was a magnificent, well-loved mess.
"Starfire?" you called out.
"Mmm…I-I think I am…"
She kept smiling and sighing. It seemed to be another biological quirk of hers. Some sort of cooldown maybe?
You kissed her on the cheek. "Done for?"
"Mhm…thank you…you were…amazing…"
Another sigh. The last one too before she shut down and closed her eyes.