Being a bounty hunter was hard work. Samus Aran was in constant danger when she was on the job, adrenaline almost always pumping through her veins as she fought nefarious criminals and vicious beasts; in her fiery-hued power suit none of them ever knew the true predator was a tall, slim blonde with tits perfectly proportioned to her body, devilishly long legs and a round, firm ass with just a little jiggle to it.
For those who lived in the civilized sectors of the universe, she was an intergalactic hero who had saved hundreds of thousands of lives, if not millions.
The plush pillows of her lips were perfect for kissing, but most men would happily admit they'd prefer to have them cushioning her face from their pelvis while face-fucking her. Those same men would surely add that while her blue-green eyes were lovely to look at, they'd rather have them rolled up as she came hard on their dick or swallowed down the gallon of cum they had ready for her.
It was only fitting that Samus played hard, too, letting her only downtime be the afterglow of a body-wracking chain of orgasms, left a sweaty, wild-haired mess beneath her lovers, bones gone to mush. Preferably, they'd keep fucking her after that point until she couldn't handle it anymore and blacked out; her modified body didn't get much out of ordinary sleeping pills.
'Millions of lives' sounds like an impressive number, but it had nothing on the amount of jizz spilled to her work as a porn star... which rarely involved human men.
Sashaying her hypnotic hips, Samus left the bathroom of the hotel room set, her blue-and-gold heels clicking softly on the floor. Face flush with wanton need, she bit her bottom lip and tilted her chin up, smiling softly into the camera. The intense hunger in her eyes made it look anything but coquettish. Her hair hung loose, still slightly damp from her shower; dewy drops and streaks of water still showed on her full breasts toned stomach. Lower, well, the slickness on her thighs weren't going to be mistaken for anything but her slutty, flushed pussy.
"I'm so glad the scientists at Nintenfuck Studios could help me out," Samus breathed, raising a hand to palm one of her breasts and give its nipple a rough tweak. "When we're done here, I'm going to show them just how appreciative I am," she promised, the camera following the glide of her fingers down to her cunt as she spread its lips wide, giving a clean few of her fuckhole and needy clit. It panned out as she began to circle the latter with a finger, moaning quietly.
"They're going to love that, Sammy," the woman behind the camera said, her voice like hot velvet. "You're so hot. What are we going to do first?"
"First," the moonlighting bounty hunter promised, her tauntingly long tongue sliding over her dick-primed lips, "we're going to do a science experiment. We're going to find out if cloned metroids like sluts just as much as the real deal."
Her break-out hit had been with Baby, the last surviving metroid from SR388. Metroid Prime: BB's Revenge had sold over 64 million copies in just two years. The federation had sought to block its release, citing it as obscene. They were really just concerned what people would do when they found out metroids had cocks and that their cum was a powerful aphrodisiac.
They lost the court case. Commercial cloning began when researchers discovered they could live off a woman's wetness without negative effects; it was a win-win for everyone but horny incels across the galaxy.
"Yeah?" the camerawoman prompted. "How are we going to do that?"
The camera panned back further as Samus dropped her hands and paced towards the ritzy bed in the center of the room. As she crawled on to it, she made sure the camera got a clean look at her filthy, eager pussy and her readily winking asshole, as well as her signature tramp stamp, a tribal-style metroid. She turned and sat back on her knees and began to grin, looking off camera to her right and then her left as three metroids drifted into view towards her from one side, and then another three from the other.
