Uzumaki Island
It took quite a while to contain Poison Ivy's hunger, not that he was complaining or anything. After all, he had only sat back with a smug smirk and let the green-skinned villainess bounce herself stupid on his manhood.
A few hours of intense hammering later and the redhead was sleeping soundly on his chest, foot long meat slab still spewing batter up her womb and a content smile on her face as she was pumped full. He had to leave her in the care of Mercy back in London.
But something told him she was going to enjoy her stay in Mercy's apartment … since he had seen his thicc assistant slurp out his seed from the unconscious woman's leaking cunt. Somehow she had forgotten that the 'bald bastard' was due to arrive in an hour.
Fat ass bitch.
Grayfia arrived beforehand to assist him in his office works and he immediately departed for Jump City, telling the silverette maid to inform Diana and the others about his absence for the next few days.
He had learned his lesson to not leave for longer periods of time without informing the girls… not because they would get pissed off _ he loved pissing them off _ but because he would've a horde of horny and frustrated women on his tail upon his arrival.
As much he loved banging them into a drooling mess, having them gang up on him was going to be tough even for him. So he avoided the proverbial beast for as long as he could… unless he felt particularly frisky someday and purposely pissed them off so much that they ganged up on him.
Yeah he would be doing THAT someday just for the heck of it.
Moving through the blue sky in the transformed Sphere, Naruto idly relaxed in the backseat while whistling a jaunty tone and thinking of ways to take down the Blood cult. It would be so easy to just barge in on the bastard, skin him alive and destroy every single one of his so called churches in the span of a few seconds but curse his adventure-seeking mind for not traveling that route.
Speaking of the team, he couldn't help but think about his orange skinned Tamaranean bombshell. Innocent, gullible, kind, powerful, emotional and one of the thickest woman in his life and he knew quite a lot of thicc women.
Their first meeting was one for the ages.
Flashback
7 Months Ago, Jump City
Shortly after joining the Justice League, the recently instated Leaguer took a few days leave to travel the dramatically changed world and see what it had to offer. That was the official report at least. He was simply out to familiarize himself with the new surrounding and get a feel for the potency of this world's hatred.
It's been a few days since his departure and he had quite traveled to almost all of the most famous cities of the world. When you have the ability to cross dimensions in seconds and teleport straight to the location of your thoughts, traveling becomes surprisingly easy.
And dull.
Taking that dullness in mind, he had arranged for his next trip to the upcoming city, Jump, by what the humans called an airplane. He had been reserved at first since he wasn't accustomed to such method of travel and the idea of sitting uselessly on a metal bird was tiring at best.
But that all had changed when he had seen what the metal bird had to offer.
Apparently there were thick girls wearing tight skirts and blouses called Stewardesses and serving the passengers food and other traveling necessities. Why hadn't he been informed of that little tidbit before?
Why wouldn't he love the idea of being served by beautiful women in tight skirts while thousands of feet up in the air?
Then he had found out that blowjob apparently was not included in the 'traveling necessities'! What blasphemy! Did they actually expect him to sit still on a slow metal bird, in a cramped little compartment, for several hours and endure the suffocating air simply because he was being served food?
No way in hell!
Unfortunately or rather fortunately, the flight was long, 4 hours at best and he had been given enough time to weave his Uzumaki magic on the flight attendants within the span of half an hour.
Shrouding them under Genjutsu and convincing the thickest of the stewardesses that they could not be seen since he was a Meta-human and had illusionary powers, he had fucked the living daylights out of the hungry woman for the remaining half hour and had her give him of the dirtiest blowjobs ever for the next fifteen minutes.
He had been awoken from his nap to find that two of the other had also joined in with the first woman and were collectively working his shaft. Apparently the first stewardess had spread word around that there was a fat-dicked stud on board with two useful abilities … well beside his skills in the sack of course.
To put illusion around himself and his surrounding to avoid people from seeing them get fucked.
And to heal anyone who he had been hammered stupid and return their clothing, state of mind, and other irregularities back to their original state.
Needless to say, he had been kept busy for the remainder of the flight by the hungry flight attendants, each taking turns to check up on the passengers and return back to take a ride on his jutting meat. By God had he enjoyed the sensation of his cock stuck between three pair of pouty lips trying to milk him for his gooey cream.
All in all, he enjoyed the travel in the big metal bird or airplane to a certain degree and would be taking another trip once he got his things in order … for the kinky orgies at least.
Walking through the shores of the sea in a comforting silence, Naruto contemplated on the existence of the team known to the inhabitants of Jump city as Teen Titans. They were supposed to be a group of teenagers fighting crime in the city and generally upholding the value of freedom.
Batman had confirmed that they were officially recognized and doing good work. That at least saved him the hassle of going up to their tower and kicking their asses for doing things they shouldn't be doing.
Speaking of hassles… what the hell was going on in the forest and why was there a giant purple portal flashing over said forest and spewing out green armored bugs?
Making a beeline for the middle of the forest, Naruto swiftly approach the center of the clearing and neared to the source of the battle cries. Female screaming and some incoherent grunting from the armored bugs? What was going on?
He zipped straight through the shrubbery and appeared in the smoked clearing in a burst of speed, surveying the formally green landscape for any disturbance.
What he saw was a horde of green armored humanoids ganging up on a busty orange-skinned woman. His eyes naturally widened at her curves and endowments. She was clearly an alien because no human was that thick in those places.
To make thing interesting, she was not wearing much to hide what had. The woman had long auburn hair, stuck to the sides and forehead from sweat and garbed in some kind of revealing purple leotard which left almost nothing to the imagination.
Her large, meaty tits were visible and clearly struggling to stay put in the measly strap-like cloth going over her pink peaks, leaving her taut abdomen and back exposed. The leotard stretched over the flare of her wide, childbearing hips and only covered the crack of her massive buttcheeks.
In fact, with how thick that alien booty was, there was no need for the garment to try and hide away her backdoor; the wobbling meat was already doing that in all its erotic glory while being supported by her plump thighs.
And apparently she was a fan of purple color since her gloves, boots and even the gem on chest was purple.
From what he could see… he could see pretty much everything… the woman was strong, firing off some kind of concentrated solar blasts _ starbolts maybe _ at the emerald creatures and successfully thwarting off most of their attacks.
But it was obvious that the creatures had the advantage due to their numbers and continuous reinforcements pouring from the opened portal.
Just as the thicc extraterrestrial woman was overwhelmed by their superior numbers, Naruto sprang into action and flashed forward, cleaving clean through the first line of armored soldiers in a burst of speed.
The others were beheaded before the surprise could register on their faces.
The woman looked at him in surprise, pure green eyes with no pupils staring at him in gratitude as well as shock. Then she started speaking and Naruto was left scratching the back of his head in confusion.
"What the hell are you saying?" What kind of language was that? She was explaining something to him, quite anxiously, and looking like it was the end of the world but for the life of him, he could not figure out what. "I don't understand a word of what you're saying"
Naruto raised an eyebrow when the woman shook her head in resignation and struggled to stand up. As soon as her eyes focused on something behind him, he realized what she had been talking and instantly shot upward, meeting the new contingent of soldiers head on with a massive grin.
The woman watched from below as the redhead cleaved through the entire battalion like hot knife moving through butter, speeding straight into portal and disappearing from view. It took a few seconds and a lot of pray from the redhead woman beneath before Naruto blasted out of the portal and it was phased out existence entirely.
Floating down to the ground with a foxy grin, Naruto moved to help the redhead in her efforts to stand on her own feet and was instantly rewarded by her pouty lips smashing into his in a hungry kiss.
Taking the opportunity to feel some extraterrestrial booty, Naruto reached behind the thicc woman and boldly sunk his calloused hands into the wide, marshmallow-like expanse of her thick ass, groping her behind like a predator mauling his prey while she kissed the life out of him through the mouth.
Sadly she stopped after a minute of the intense lip-lock, a nonplused look on her beautiful face. Her arms remained wrapped around the redhead's neck while Naruto wholeheartedly continued to fondle her doughy butt with a lecherous grin. "Thank you for saving me from the Gordanians, I am forever in your debt. I am Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran; our people can learn language from physical contact"
"Naruto Uzumaki of the Elemental Nations" the redhead greeted cheekily, hands sinking into the plump flesh of her rear like a balloon. "If physical contact is all it takes to learn language, then an hour of some raunchy rutting with yours truly is going to make you the master of linguistics"
"Rutting? I am sorry but I do not understand that term" Koriand'r retorted softly, eyes still focused on his blue orbs and a soft smile of innocent flashing on her lips, not the least bit bothered by the fact that she was being groped by the powerful redhead.
Naruto sweatdropped. "You learned my language but not my vocabulary? That is so not cool!"
Man that would've saved him so much trouble.
"Do you mean sex by rutting?" she asked innocently, earning a deadpan from the redhead. "Do not be surprised, my people are open about their emotions of any kind, be it love, hatred, anger or even lust. We are genetically intertwined with our emotions. The stronger our emotions are, the powerful we get"
The redhead gaped in shock. That's why she had no problem with being groped. He had wondered why the woman was not even noticing how his hands were kneading the naughtiness out of her fat booty; in fact he was doing everything short of jamming his fingers up her holes.
"You mean even lust?"
"Especially lust and love" Kori answered gently, smiling amusingly at his shocked look. "You find that surprising?"
"Hell yeah it is surprising! I mean you people get stronger by either fucking or getting fucked!" Naruto almost yelled at the end, mind reeling at the possibilities of visiting such a planet. "Where were you all my life?"
Of course, the rhetorical nature of the question was lost on the thicc alien as she tilted her head to the side in a confused manner. "On Tamaran"
"Never mind" Naruto mumbled with a sweatdrop. "Let's find you a place to stay and chat more, I'd love to know more about you"
A million dollar smile broke out on the orange-skinned woman's lips as she nodded and walked alongside the redhead, looking around the unfamiliar surroundings and asking question without commenting on the fact that Naruto was basically rubbing her back hole with his middle finger.
Flashback End
Naturally, the sexual tension between them did not lessen any when they booked a room for the night, in fact it increased by a hundred folds. What do you get when you put an insatiable Shinobi and a culturally sensual Tamaranean beauty in a room for the night?
Hot, bed-breaking passionate sex.
It happened before either of them realized. One moment they were chatting about Koriand'r or Starfire's _ as Naruto had started to call her _ origin, background and other relevant information and the next Naruto was mounting her wide hips and thrusting into her tight cunt.
It took the entirety of two days and nights of continuous passion before either of them gained enough coherence to lower the sounds of their debauchery and another full day before they calmed down enough to not outright bang each other's bones to dust.
Starfire had proven that she was not kidding when she had said that her people gained strength from the alleviation of their emotional power as the more he hammered her, the stronger and hornier she became.
It took quite a while for him to successfully calm down the agitated woman and ask for an explanation while still keeping her impaled on his meat since she wasn't calm enough to talk without his manhood inside her twat.
Turns out Tamaraneans have innate instincts to naturally get horny in the presence of who their bodies acknowledge as the 'Prime', releasing potent pheromones through the pores of their ultraviolet radiation-enhanced skin to prepare for their breeding process and make both partners lose themselves to passion.
By her explanation, her body had acknowledged him as the 'Ultimate Prime' by the first glance which is why she had been surprisingly calm when he had groped her throughout their conversation. Sensual they were no doubt, but she made it clear that they had their standards and not every individual was allowed to touch them.
Another thing she revealed was the relationship between the Prime and the Vassal. The connection entailed frequent intercourse between both partners to heighten the battle prowess and mental fortitude of one another, on a level that would be considered nymphomaniac-ish by Earthly standards.
He was hardly complaining. She was a lovable, kind, beautiful and supportive woman. Any man would be lucky to have her and he was the luckiest guy there was to ever find her. Plus she was thicc as hell.
An entire week of continuous rutting had made them think clearly enough to realize what they had done and think over the next course of action. Naturally, Starfire did not regret even a millisecond of the whole ordeal and eagerly awaited the next session with that innocent but naughty smile on her face.
He, on the hand, had shown some reservations. Not due to what they had done or who he had done it with but rather when they had done so. Going straight to the banging on the first day of meeting someone was hardly his style, he preferred to tease them, get them all high and bothered, give a few seconds of fleeting pleasure and then leave with a smirk.
It was more fun that way.
Starfire had been kind enough to remind him that she had made the first move and that he had no reasons to blame himself for what her body had naturally demanded. Suffice to say, the supportive talk had ended in the thicc alien getting down on he hands and knees while Naruto mounted her wide hips like a stallion.
It had taken another day to calm down and the next morning Naruto had suggested that she join the Titans to both find a place for herself in this world and also familiarize herself with the surroundings. She had agreed on the condition that he visits her twice or thrice a week for their bonding, he'd been more than happy to agree.
The next day, Starfire joined the Teen Titans by giving a message from his Paradox persona to the team, warmly welcomed by the young teenagers. A few days of roaming around the city, banging the daylights out of the insatiable Tamaranean girl and going on dates, Naruto finally decided to leave for his next destination, London.
Only he was delayed by an entire day for his flight due to Starfire insisting that he give her the proper 'goodbye'. Needless to say by the time he left for London, Starfire was bloated with enough 'goodbye' juice to give birth to an entire family of Uzumaki-Tamaranean origin.
He was rudely snapped out of his thoughts when the Genesphere screeched to an immediate halt in the sky and he was almost sent crashing against the front dashboard.
"You've got to stop doing that all the time!" Naruto grumbled indignantly as he stood up and glared at the roaring vehicle.
Ping
"I don't care how controlled your so-called stop was; it still almost sent me flying through the air!"
Ping!
"Really? Where?"
Surely enough, Sphere was right that they had arrived and that the people he was searching for were standing right at the entrance of the tower, greeting another teenager who looked awfully similar to Damian.
Who was he kidding? It was Damian and it looked like he was dropped off by his father if the black Batmobile racing back towards the city was any indication. What the hell was he doing here? Did Batman get tired of the little bugger already? Oh well, who cared?
Time to make his entrance!
Hopping out of the New Genesian orb to the air, Naruto floated in the sky near the sphere and looked down at the conversing team with a raised eyebrow. He was stuck between two methods of approaching the team, a formal and a Naruto one.
The formal one was to get down there, introduce himself like a real gentleman, make them comfortable around him, not giving them any hints that he was involved with their orange haired leader and then proceed to make his position known in the team for the upcoming conflict.
The Naruto way was simple and straightforward. Sneak into the tower, make his way to Starfire's room, wait for the orange haired bombshell, grab her as soon as she enters, fuck her for the rest of the day, introduce himself to the team, tease the crap out of them, ogle Raven's demonic thickness, and generally present himself as a badass.
Which one? Decisions… Decisions…. Decisions.
Yup, the choice was clear, he decided. The latter was more appealing and simple. Screw being a gentleman, badass had a more appealing aura to it. Plus if he chose any route other than the second one, his clan would be disappointed in him.
He had no intentions to ever make his clan of redheads be dissatisfied in him. They had been wronged and cheated all their lives. He was going to etch the name of the Uzumaki clan into the pages of history for as long he lived.
Steeling his resolve, the redhead phased through the walls of the tower without triggering the alarms, making a beeline for the room he had stayed several nights during his many escapades with Starfire.