Slut-Raven

Raven paused at the threshold, forcing down the sudden feeling of foreboding that swept over her. Something deeply wrong, in ways she couldn’t begin to comprehend, was occurring, somewhere. Some dark act or happening was tainting the universe, spelling out a terrible omen for her, and for her team. Whether it was simply her own apprehension, or something else, she could not tell, but there was a most definite disturbance in the force.

Shaking off the sensation, she entered the common room.

She had expected the worst. Cyborg, Robin, Starfire, and S-Raven, writhing and dripping and, well, she cut that mental image off before it could fully form. Suffice to say, she had walked in with her senses as depressed and her defenses as strong as possible, ready to shield herself, not to mention Beast Boy, from the emotional onslaught of four sexed-up teens in a slut-field-induced orgy. Her hands had already been glowing beneath her cloak, ready to grab her green friend and retreat from what would surely be a group of genetalia-obsessed zombies.

So, she was quite surprised to see her team relaxing on the couch, watching the morning news, as her alternate-universe counterpart made breakfast in the kitchen. Beastboy went directly for the cloaked cook, of course, and Raven trailed behind him to make sure everything remained kosher.

Her focus was nearly broken when she realized the pun.

“Hey, if it isn’t the big man himself~” S-Raven chirped in a self-satisfied honeymooner kind of tone. Raven felt her brow furrow, then forced her expression back into neutrality. It was obvious her double was trying to provoke a reaction.

“H- eh, um….” Beast Boy’s excitement and enthusiasm collapsed in on him for a moment as his brain tried to process the concept of a chipper, cooking, complimenting Raven. Even being from another dimension didn’t seem to be cause enough for such drastic changes.

“Good morning to you too, Gar.” S-Raven chuckled, giving him a wink, and focused her attention on the eggs she was frying. “I trust Raven-prime here explained the situation to you.”

“Oh! Uh, yeah.” Beast Boy nodded, regaining his composure, at least mostly. “I even understood most of it, for a change.” He joked, leaning an elbow on the counter between them.

“Then, she explained about us?” The cooking Raven glanced up slyly, making sure to make eye-contact with the increasingly suspicious resident Raven.

“Us?” The green Titan echoed, nervousness creeping into his voice; something about her inflection put him on edge. Raven had to force herself not to react when S-Raven reached out and placed her hand atop his.

“Yes, Garfield.” Her other hand came up between them, and light glinted off the bit of metal wrapped around her ring finger. “Us.”

The entire common room went silent, save the sizzling of the food on the stove and the nearly-inaudible news on the television. Had her mind not been occupied with a sudden flood of confusion, outrage, and shock, Raven might have found this suspicious. Beside her, Beast Boy was totally frozen, right down to his ears being paused mid-twitch, his eyes locked on the ring.

Then S-Raven burst out laughing.

“PWA-Ha!” She reeled back, as though pushed by the force of her mirth. “Azar, your faaace~” Her laughter was instantly joined by the howls from the three Titans on the couch, Cyborg’s booming the loudest of all. Beast Boy and Raven, still frozen by confusion and relief, respectively, watched as the laughing empath leaned against the refridgerator for support.

“Oh, whoa-ho man,” Cyborg was half-turned, one arm over the back of the couch as he tried to both speak and finish turning through the force of his amusement. “I got, ha, I got that whole thing on tape!” He stuck a thumb in the direction of the TV, and the news blinked out, replaced by a still of the moment that had just passed. Idly, Raven noted that she’d failed to suppress her surprise when she’d seen the ring; in the picture, her eyes were nearly bulging from her head. “That’s goin’ right on the Christmas cards.”

Raven got the sense he was overplaying his glee when he wiped an invisible tear from his cybernetic eye.

“Make me a few copies for when I go home.” S-Raven requested as she regained her composure. The ring on her finger uncurled itself in a cloud of black energy, reverting to its natural butterknife state. “Heh, sorry Gar, but that was too good a chance to pass up.” Glancing at Raven, she winked. “And I hate to pass on anything good.” While it thankfully went over Beast Boy’s head, the double-meaning was not lost on the empath.

But, frankly, she was just glad her counterpart hadn’t turned the common room into a porno yet. She’d take a harmless prank like this without complaint if that was the worst S-Raven was talking them into. It wasn’t anything more troublesome than what Beast Boy or Cyborg would pull if given the opportunity, anyway.

“Hilarious.” She commented flatly.

“Dude!” Beast Boy finally caught up with the rest of the class, his exclamation loud enough that Raven took a step back on reflex. “That was, like, I don’t even know a word for that!” Well, at least he was appreciative of the prank’s quality, even if it was aimed at him. The purple-haired Titan felt a twinge of…. something, as he grinned at her double with open admiration.

“Awesome?” S-Raven supplied, waving her hands out in a ‘yeah, I know I’m cool’ motion.

“It was double-awesome!” The green Titan laughed. “When I saw that ring, I was like, hueeerrgh~” His whole body spasmed with an exaggerated heart-attack, and he reeled back on one foot with both hands clutching his chest. “It’s the big one! I’m comin’ Elizabeth!” He cried dramatically, then regained his balance. “So, hey, I’m Beast Boy.”

Raven tried not to frown as the other her laughed.

“Well aren’t you smooth as silk?” She snorted. “Hey there Gar, I’m Raven. I’m pretty smooth myself.” Her voice pitched down seductively as she leaned forward on the counter.

“Oh yeah?” Beast Boy, not catching the girl’s flirtation, leaned forward as well.

“Sure,” She grinned, turning her arms just enough that her breasts were pushed together. “Just feel me and see for yourself.” This, at least, was enough that the youngest Titan began to realize something beyond witty banter was being said.

“Ahem.” Raven cut in obtrusively, keeping her voice as flat as possible. “Your bacon is burning, Raven.”

“Wha- Oh!” S-Raven bolted up straight, her breasts bouncing more than was strictly realistic. “Crap!” Pans and utensils turned black and began minimizing the damage as she remembered what she was supposed to be doing.

“Beast Boy,” Raven decided to capitalize on the momentary distraction. “Why don’t you go sit with the others while I help Raven with breakfast?” She jerked her head sharply in the direction of the couch, whereupon the Titans there wisely stopped watching the spectacle at the kitchen and tried to look busy. Her tone was coloured just enough for him to realize it was not a request.

“Uh, yeah, I’ll just, uh…..” He chuckled nervously, slinking away. “Good luck with that.”

He plopped down next to Cyborg, and an argument about the footage immediately began.

Raven did not discuss S-Raven’s behaviour with her as they made breakfast, not with the other Titans in earshot, but she did glare at her very, very hard. The nymphomaniac seemed to catch her meaning well enough, offering a sheepish shrug and a smile, but Raven had no doubt they were shallow actions to placate her and nothing more. She began to regret not punching her when she had the chance, especially when bits of Cyborg and Beast Boy’s argument reached her ears. Phrases like ‘saw you making eyes’ and ‘just being friendly, dude’ were more than enough to cause hairline cracks to appear in a glass on the counter, even with the slut-field dampening the effects of her emotions.

Still, breakfast was made without blood or any other liquids spilled.

The meal itself was a grating affair, at least for Raven. Her teammates showered her counterpart with questions and comments, hardly paying her any mind. This normally wouldn’t bother her, but the way S-Raven basked in the attention, soaking in it to an almost obscene degree, set her molars to grinding. The loose empath purred and laughed with each answer she gave, her voice dripping with innuendo and barely-restrained moaning; A distinct, nearly audible “now fuck me right on the table” was unspoken at the end of everything she said. Five minutes in, even Beastboy was red-faced and sweating nervously from the sheer amount of sex behind S-Raven’s every word.

And the way she ate! There was no ‘almost’ to the obscenity here, just pure seductive filth. S-Raven redefined the term ‘oral sex’ with how she set her tongue and lips about the prongs of her fork, not so much eating the food as caressing it into her mouth, ‘mmm’ing and sighing with each bite. Impossibly, she somehow made the act of talking with her mouth full sexy, her cheeks bulging just enough to be suggestive, the perfect amount of butter leaking out to run down her chin. And, of course, her impossibly long tongue (longer than Raven’s own by a considerable amount…… not that she’d checked or anything) flicking out to catch stray crumbs and the like with an unnecessary amount of vigorous licking and writhing and general tonguey-ness.

If they had been having sausage, Raven would have been forced to kill her.

“.... So I hit him with a brick.” At least the oversexed half-demoness was being slightly restrained in one area; nothing explicitly pornographic had found its way into any of her answers or stories. “Boom, Tats is knocked right out of his rhythm and Kori has the opening she needs to go down on him,” She paused slightly longer than her natural speech called for, catching Raven’s eye. “And she keeps him busy until I can get back in it and we can double-team him.” Raven had never realized just how many things could become sexual if said in the right tone and timing. Especially when the actual events were obviously pure smut. “He’s spent ten minutes later, the lightweight.”

“A most exciting tale!” Starfire gushed enthusiastically, her eyes alight with a fierce pride in her other self’s battle prowess. “Your home is truly in capable hands while you visit us here.” The Tamaranian was the only one at the table who managed to avoid picking up on even one sexual vibe for the entirety of the meal, making her the buoy of hope and sanity that Raven clung to in the sea of arousal and uncertainty and nervousness rolling around the room.

“Yeah, Kori definitely has capable hands.” S-Raven grinned, giving Robin a wink. The extensive training he’d received under the Batman’s tutelage showed its worth as he managed to not spray his drink all over the table. The coughing, choking, and sputtering would still leave his mentor frowning, however. Well, frowning more, anyway. Raven had to admit, she did feel a small twinge of amusement at seeing the leader lose his cool.

“I think that’s enough storytime for now.” The prime-universe empath interjected smoothly, careful to cover any hints of her current annoyance. S-Raven was quickly growing too bold and comfortable around the team, obviously enjoying making the boys squirm and making a game of how blatant she could be without stepping over the line. A line which Raven felt had been crossed when her counterpart ‘accidentally’ spilled water on her chest the second time. “I need to have a talk with S-Raven now.”

There was a moment of quiet as no one moved from the table.

“A talk, alone.” She emphasised, staring down her doppelganger.

“Of course, Friend Raven.” Starfire beamed understandingly, floating up from her chair. “It was most interesting hearing the stories of your home, New-Raven; I hope you will share many more as we ‘hang out’ later!”

“Definitely.” S-Raven replied with a devious grin. “I’ve got just the best ideas for a makeover for you.” Despite this obvious goading, Raven maintained her calm. The lightbulb fizzling out was a coincidence. Starfire paid no mind to any of this, giggling an excited temporary farewell and zipping out of the room.

Slowly, deliberately, Raven turned her gaze on the boys.

There was an explosion of feathers as Beastboy morphed into a sparrow (or was it a finch?) and rocketed out the doors. Subtle.

“Uh, yeah…..” Cyborg laughed nervously. “I’m just gonna…..” He stood up and slowly scooted towards the exit, waving timidly. “Real nice meeting you, S-Raven. I’ll, uh, see you around….” The sound of his heavy footfalls could be heard breaking into a run as the double doors closed behind him.

And Robin? When the two Ravens looked back from where Cyborg had left, the Boy Wonder was flat out gone.

“Heh,” S-Raven sniggered, leaning back in her chair. “Guess the guys found it hard to leave us.” She met Raven’s even stare with a half-grin. “Hard, cause, you know…… boners.” She attempted to infect the stoic empath with her cheer, but deflated with a sigh as Raven failed to express the slightest emotion. “.....Alright, what’d I do now?”

“You don’t know?”

“Um….” S-Raven paused to think. “You’re not still mad about the ring thing, are you?”

“What?” Raven blinked, genuinely surprised for a moment. “No, that,” She shook her head. “That was juvenile, but harmless. You don’t think your behaviour during the meal was too…. provocative?” She prompted.

“Huh?” The alternate Raven tilted her head. “I was just acting the way I normally wo- oh wow really?” She folded her arms, letting out a low whistle. Of course, said folded arms were positioned just perfectly to push up her breasts. Raven noted that, much like the way her hair had reverted to ‘not-disgusting’ earlier, the various bits of food and drink from her messy eating had cleaned themselves from her leotard. “How do you people not explode from going around so repressed all the time?”

“I’ll assume that was rhetorical.” Raven inclined her head, and the dishes began to pick themselves up from the table.

“Yeah, I guess.” S-Raven shrugged, pushing herself to her feet. “And I’ll assume that getting my chest all wet and soapy when I wash the dishes is verboten in this universe.”

“With few exceptions, yes.” Raven sighed. “That’s the kind of thing we call ‘inappropriately suggestive’ in this dimension.”

“Seriously?” S-Raven groused. “How can you be expected to keep yourself dry when you’re doing the dishes while getting fucked from behind?”

Raven shook her head in exasperation; this was going to be a long, frustrating conversation.

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Starfire winced slightly, shying away from the probing fingers that caressed her face and hair. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her new friend, but something about this seemed….. incongruous. She was fairly certain that was the proper word. She shifted her weight on her bed.

“P-please, New-Raven……. I am unsure I am comfortable with this…..” She pleaded softly, a touch of nervousness tinging the edges of her voice. Ignoring her apprehension, the empath wrapped her arms around the alien’s neck and chuckled into her ear. The soft grey fingers pulled and tugged gently for a moment as the knot was completed, after which the demoness leaned away again. The empath laughed to herself, Starfire’s innocent confusion only serving to amuse her further.

“Oh hells yes,” S-Raven purred as her eyes roamed over Starfire, admiring her handiwork. “You rock the twintails, Kori.”

“I…” Starfire tentatively reached up to feel the black ribbons holding up her hair. “I do?” It was good to rock, she recalled, though bad to have your head full of rocks. And to rock a person was to leave them dazed and off guard. Rocking a hairstyle……. “This is a good thing, yes?”

“Definitely.” S-Raven confirmed, grinning. “Nothing like a good set of handles…….” Her mind drifted for a moment as she pictured them in use, but she snapped herself out of it before she could start feeling herself up in front of the untainted Titan. “You’ve got the perfect hair for it, and the whole style just goes with those giant, innocent green eyes of yours…… I admit, I’d be jealous if I wasn’t already totally gorgeous.” She tossed her hair from side to side, her short locks flowing in shampoo-commercial waves. Starfire giggled in response.

“On Tamaran, few style their hair beyond the warrior’s braid.” She explained. “To have these ‘handles’ would be inviting an enemy to use them as such.” She paused, looking across her room to her reflection as she felt the ribbons again. “However, I do find this hair style to be most appealing!”

“I knew you would~” S-Raven chuckled again, self-satisfaction evident on her face. “Just wait until you see what else I have planned for you. Dick is gonna be all over you like dick on, well, you!”

“Robin will…..” The Tamaranian attempted to puzzle out the meaning of what she had heard as a repetitive phrase. “Be on top of me?” She guessed, unconsciously playing with one of her new pigtails.

“Chyeah, let’s hope.” S-Raven snorted. “When I’m done with you, Dick is going to find it very hard to resist your beauty.” She clarified.

“T-truly?” Starfire blushed a deep orange, an almost sad smile growing on her face. “I would like that. Your Earthly dating is wonderful….. but very slow.” She confided. “On my home planet, Robin and I would already be betrothed and sharing in partnered hunts. Here, he seems almost afraid to be alone in a room with me.”

“Oh yeah?” S-Raven gulped audibly, attempting to force herself to not notice how perfect this opportunity was becoming. She was trying to play things the way her counterpart wanted them played, but that was becoming increasingly difficult. It was already mid-morning, after all, and she hadn’t had any kind of sexual activity since before breakfast! “What kind of stuff have you and Dick done in your dating so far?”

“That is……” Instead of refusing to answer such a personal question, Starfire bit her lower lip in thought. She couldn’t imagine telling even Raven this, not that she would ask, but something about S-Raven lowered her guard. She wanted to share everything with the extra-dimensional empath. “Not nearly so much as I would like.” She admitted. “It is so, so frustrating to be near to him, but not close to him. I find myself thinking he has more physical contact with our enemies than with me.” She sighed. “I see the dating couples on the television holding hands and sharing hugs and doing the french kissing and I fear we shall never do the same!”

“Oh, Kori…” S-Raven placed one hand on the alien’s knee, her empathy for the girl’s plight allowing her to keep it from wandering. “Don’t worry. Once we get you kitted out, he won’t be able to keep his hands off you. I guarantee it.” In a moment of instant karma, she found her restraint rewarded by a pair of boobs being pressed into her face as Starfire hugged her.

“Oh, thank you so much, S-Raven!” She cried. “You are a most wonderful friend!”

“Happy to help.” The empath moaned contentedly. Idly, she wondered if she could sneak in some motorboating without her friend noticing. Probably not, unfortunately. Maybe she could play it off as a game of some kind….. Ah, but then Starfire pulled away before S-Raven could apply mouth to breast.

“Now!” The alien declared, raising her fists with determination. “As you said, kit me out!”

“Heh, alright.” S-Raven grinned lewdly, her fingers tingling with excitement. “First things first: strip!”

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“You sure you don’t want me to fix the place up some more?” Cyborg frowned, rubbing the back of his head as he looked about the still-ruined, but now clean, room. “I mean, you don’t even have a bed anymore.”

“It’s not much different from my room back in Azarath, actually.” Raven said wistfully, before shaking her head. “It’s imperative I find a way to send S-Raven back home as soon as possible. I can rough it until then.” She caught his eye. “Thanks, though.”

“Hey, no problem.” The half-metal teen waved the gratitude away. “I’ll be back in like fifteen with a mattress and some blankets so you’ve got something in here, at least. Maybe a nightstand or something….”

“If you must.” She allowed. “After that, though, I need to be left alone, alright?”

“Yeah yeah, I know.” Cyborg nodded, moving to the door. “No reason you can’t do your thing and be comfy at the same time, though.” Whistling to himself, he left the room, sidling past Robin as the boy wonder simultaneously entered. “Scuse me, Rob.”

The leader of the Titans slipped by Cyborg’s bulk easily, then strode to the center of the room, coming to a stop a respectful few feet behind Raven. She didn’t openly acknowledge him, but she did pull up her hood while attempting to steel herself for what she knew was about to come. Neither of them said anything as the door whooshed closed.

“.....So.” Robin prompted, after a long moment. As Raven failed to respond, he continued. “Is she a succubus, or what?”

“What?” The purple-haired teen mentally skipped a beat, caught off guard by the teen detective’s rather lateral leap of logic.

“She’s magic, emits a field that kicks sexual drives up a notch, and seems to be totally addicted to innuendo, both verbal and physical. I’m pretty sure the only thing keeping her from jumping us, is you.”

“N-no.” Raven shook her head. “I mean, yeah. You’re right about all that, but she’s not a succubus.”

“Oh, great!” Robin brightened immediately. “To be honest, I have no idea how to fight one. What is she, then?”

“She’s Raven.” Raven insisted. “Just kind of a……” She trailed off, blushing fiercely beneath her hood.

“Kind of a what?” Her leader pressed. “You know you can’t hold this sort of information back, not when the team is going to be in such close quarters with her.” Very suddenly, Raven whirled around to face him.

“She’s a slut, alright?!” She barked embarrassedly. “She comes from a universe where everyone is just constantly whoring and fornicating and they’re all massive sluts and she’s the biggest one of them all! Okay?”

“Uh-”

“They fight crime by fucking it into submission!” And thus the dam broke, allowing all of Raven’s pent-up frustrations and anger to flow directly out of her mouth, bypassing her brain completely. “She meditates by getting drilled by half a dozen guys at once! She’s totally obsessed with all things even remotely sexual and it’s a fight just to keep her pants on!”

“Wh-”

“And if that wasn’t bad enough, her field warps the universe around her to be like her home dimension, so everyone inside turns just as oversexed as she is. I mean, what happened last night was bad enough, but what happened with Beast Boy was a step too far! If I don’t figure out how to send her home soon, who knows how far we’ll go!”

“Wait, what happened with Beast B-”

“She’s ruining my reputation, destroying the team dynamic, provoking emotions and thoughts that shouldn’t exist, and, worst of all, she likes to take it UP THE BUTT.” Instantly, the dam rebuilt itself, and her teeth snapped together audibly. Raven’s hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide. Despite his mask, it was obvious that Robin’s expression was similar, taken aback as he was by the outburst.

“Uh…..” The Boy Wonder’s keen detective mind floundered like a drunken forty-two year old trying to breakdance to prove he still had ‘the moves’. It worked about as well as that metaphor. “I’m gonna……. go…….” He backed away, blindly reaching behind him for the door as he tried to force away the mental image of S-Raven bouncing up and down with a stranger’s dick in her ass. He succeeded marginally, managing to replace it with with an image of Starfire riding an even bigger cock.

Of course, he assured himself, his sweet, pure Starfire would never think to do such a thing.

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“Oh, S-Raven, I have never thought to do such a thing!” Starfire exclaimed, admiring the swirling blue and black patterns that covered her naked body.

“I figured it only made sense.” S-Raven purred, delighting in the feeling of her bare breasts (didn’t want to get paint on her clothes, after all! Or that’s what she’d told the Princess, anyway) pressing into the taller girl’s back as she reached around her to wet her brush with more bodypaint. “He’s playing “hard to get”, you need to play “get him hard.” She lingered just a moment more than needed, before pulling back to add another stripe across Starfire’s back.

“Yes!” The Tamaranian pumped a fist, eyes flashing with determination to succeed in the upcoming hunt. It was difficult to see from her position, but S-Raven still put the brush down and enjoyed the way the motion made her friend’s breasts bounce. “I will get him with maximum hardness!”

“So much hardness~” The slutty empath chuckled, grinning to herself as she traced her fingers over the supple muscles of Starfire’s back. Her fingers trailed lower, tracing over the Iliac Crest, but she restrained herself from going further. Barely. “I think we’ll need something special down here….” She mused, both to distract her friend from the lingering touch and to give her an excuse to continue it.

“...On my grebnacks?” Starfire blinked in confusion, twisting around to try and view her own backside. “Is it truly needed?” S-Raven couldn’t help but lick her lips at the position the taller girl was contorting herself into.

“Oh, it’s definitely needed.” She tried to keep from moaning as her hands sunk down to cup Star’s butt. “I mean, you’ve got such a tight, toned, just luscious ass……” She swallowed. “B-but, you know how dense Dick can be about these things.” Her hand shook as she let go to pick up the brush again.

“Ass?” The Tamaranian rolled the word around in her mouth, confused. “Is that not a hooved animal, related to the horse?” S-Raven snorted.

“God you’re adorable.” She shook her head, then gleefully took the opportunity to lightly spank the orange cheeks in front of her, passing it off as clarification. “This funzone here is also called ‘ass’, Kori.” She explained, her eyes glazing over slightly. “Used in phrases like, ‘this ass is fantastic’ or ‘I could bounce a whole Goddamn roll of quarters off this hot ass’......” She paused, shaking her head. “Anyway, you can’t risk Dick not getting the message.”

“I see!” Starfire turned to face forward again, nodding thoughtfully. “So I must use my ‘ass’ to communicate my feelings to Robin, correct?” Earth had such strange customs, but she wasn’t about to let her embarrassment force her to be culturally insensitive.

“Oh yeah.” S-Raven painted a long line across each buttock, stopping just before they could meet in the middle. “Once you show him this, there’ll be no mistaking what you want out of your relationship.” She snickered, imagining the scene. The alternate Raven failed to notice that she’d begun caressing her own slit until after she finished the arrows that pointed to Starfire’s pussy and asshole. “Uh,” She quickly wiped her sticky fingers off on the tall girl’s behind, trying to emulate the feel of the brush to avoid suspicion. “Ok, that’s the back done, lemme get a good look at you and see if I missed anything.”

“Of course!” Starfire twirled around on one foot, holding her arms out to fully display her marked body for S-Raven’s scrutiny. “Your artistry is truly delightful!”

“Well, I do what I can.” S-Raven stood up, tracing her fingers around various lines and swirls as she examined her work. A little tribal influence here, a dash of Tamaranian hunting paint there, tied together with some good old fashioned arcane symbols for lusty debauchery….. She briefly wondered if her prudish counterpart had ever dabbled in magical body painting, but dismissed the thought. Such an idea had probably never even crossed the virgin’s mind. “Yeah, I think I got most everything….”

“Then I am ready to seek out Robin?” Starfire remained still as her friend walked around her. She’d found it slightly embarrassing when S-Raven had asked her to remove her clothes, but such silly feelings had faded quickly. Much like the way her inhibitions regarding discussing her relationship with Robin had melted away under the empath’s questions, her reluctance to be nude had evaporated under the warmth of S-Raven’s gentle touch. She idly wondered if her Raven would be willing to engage in girl talk naked in the future, as it really was quite relaxing……

“Not just yet.” S-Raven’s gravelly voice pitched up slightly as she contemplated something. She couldn’t help but notice the way the Princess was unconsciously leaning into her touch, wiggling her butt slightly. The hot and bothered, self-described ‘goth-looking chick’ stepped away suddenly, balling her hands into fists to keep from touching herself. “W-we still need to seal them so they don’t smudge, after all.” She swallowed. “I’ll, uh, be right back….” Before Starfire could respond, S-Raven wrapped herself in black energy and vanished into the floor.

She reappeared only moments later, a tub of an unidentified coconut-butter-like goop in her hands. She’d known she could count on Dick to have all the things she needed to make a batch of Azar’s homemade fuck-butter; no matter the universe, the Boy Wonder was crazy-prepared. Good for preserving bodypaint, preventing sunburn, cooking, or just plain ol lube, it was certainly one of the more useful things she’d learned to make back on Azarath. She probably could have stayed away longer and gotten a quick diddling in to calm down before returning to Starfire, but her ability to think logically was not fully working for some reason……

“Alright, just let me rub this in for you…..” The tub practically exploded out of her hands as her magic coursed through it, splattering the thick white goo all over Starfire’s body. And half of her room. To the orange teen’s credit, she jumped only slightly. “... I meant to do that.”

Silkie, at least, was delighted, a veritable feast of goop now before the larva.

“This is the…. proper method of application?” The princess scooped a glop off of the side of her neck, examining it as it dripped off her fingers.

“Ah, well, you know,” S-Raven came up behind her, hovering to match the tall girl’s height, and wrapped her arms around Starfire’s torso. “I always say, if you go all morning without getting covered in warm, sticky stuff, you’re doing something wrong.” For emphasis, she ran her goo-covered hands over her friend’s breasts, squeezing slightly.

“O-oh!” The Tamaranian stiffened slightly at the sensation, her hand reflexively coming up to cover S-Raven’s. “It is supposed to feel….. tingly?”

“The tingling means it’s working~” The empath breathed against her neck, fingers kneading the orange girl’s pert flesh. “Gotta rub this alllll in…… for Dick.” She felt a shiver go down Starfire’s spine.

“D-dick?” The princess tried not to squirm, biting her lower lip to force her sudden stutter under control. Her friend was simply administering a lotion to protect the artwork on her body, that was all….

“Robin, silly.” S-Raven chuckled, not bothering to hold back from dragging her nipples across Star’s firm back muscles. “We’re doing this for him, remember?”

“Oh, yesss…..” She swallowed, nodding absently as she leaned back against her friend. “Of c-course, Robin….” S-Raven’s hands were so warm, and the white goo felt so pleasantly slippery, her skin practically quivering with delight wherever it was rubbed in. She could hardly believe that her own Raven had never wanted to have girl time like this.

“That’s right, good ol’ Dick, the Boy’s Wonder.” The grey girl snickered, using her whole body to work the fuck-butter into Starfire’s backside while her hands roamed over the front. It wasn’t strictly necessary at this point, but a little frottage never hurt anyone.

“Boy Wonder…..mmm….. dick….” S-Raven was the only thing holding her up now, the tall girl completely absorbed in these new and wonderful sensations. Her mind drifted in a muffled, fuzzy haze of lazy pleasure, the empath’s words nudging her brain along a half-realized path. Her thoughts stretched back to the first time she laid eyes on Robin, the feel of his lips against hers, his skin under her hand. She could almost feel his gloved hand in hers; so fragile, but burning brightly with that righteous fury that matched the greatest of Tamaranian warriors.

But when she opened her eyes, it wasn’t Robin she found straddling her on the bed.

“S-....” She blinked slowly, not entirely sure what was going on. “S-Raven, what- mmph!” Her eyes widened as her friend pressed against her and brought their lips together forcefully, but she found them involuntarily sliding half-closed as she moaned into the empath’s mouth. She even found herself lifting her head to try and hold the connection as the pale girl pulled back.

“Consider it practice~” S-Raven panted, licking her lips. “There’s nothing a boy like Dick loves more than a virgin with a slut’s mouth.” She leaned back down, licking the side of Starfire’s neck.

“A slut…?” She turned her head to the side, exposing her throat. “What is- Oohh….” A tremor ran down her spine as S-Raven’s fingers teased her nipples. She felt so strange, so oddly weak. Her body was light, yet too heavy to really move. Her limbs shifted automatically, her arms wrapping around S-Raven’s torso and her legs slowly spreading apart, but they seemed to do so without her conscious intent.

“Heh,” The girl on top of her chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on her jawline. “You’ll get the idea soon enough….” The princess was confused and disappointed when S-Raven slipped out of her grip and stepped away from the bed.

“W-where are you going?” The orange teen’s chest was heaving, as though she’d been in the midst of battle for the last few minutes instead of laying on her bed. She rose up on her elbow, the air feeling cold against her skin. It was a foreign sensation for the alien, something even the vacuum of space took a bit of time to induce in her.

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere….” S-Raven grinned, her fingers noisily plunging in and out of her dripping pussy. Starfire watched, entranced, as the slutty empath raised her slick fingers and stuck them into her own mouth. “Mmm~” She shuddered. “Get on your knees, Kori.”

“On… my knees…?” Starfire was already complying with the order before finished processing it, the carpet tickling her shins as she shuffled up to S-Raven. Even on her knees, she came up to the shorter girl’s solar-plex.

“Just like that.” The grey teen smiled demurely, petting her hair. “Now….” She closed her eyes for a moment, touching her free hand to her clit. She bit her lower lip, grunting slightly as her characteristic black energy swirled around her fingers. “Nnngh…” Abruptly, she pulled her hand away, and the energy trailed after it, forming into a long, solid shape. “Ahhh, yeah…..”

Starfire could do little more than gape blankly at the throbbing, obsidian cock that now jut out from her friend’s mound.

“Yeah, just keep your jaw slack like that.” S-Raven joked offhandedly. “It’ll make it easier.”

“Y-you grew a…..” Starfire swallowed, her gaze trailing over every bulging vein.

“Nah,” The empath sighed happily as she stroked the dick a few times, each twitch and movement causing the Tamaranian to lean a bit closer. “I don’t have the ingredients on hand for that kind of flesh-crafting. This is just the next best thing.” She chuckled. “I’ve practiced my sucking on this thing more than a few times….. Mm, nothing like giving yourself a BJ….”

“A-a BeeJay…..?” Starfire was only vaguely aware that her hands had found their way onto S-Raven’s thighs.

“Ohh yessss……” The empath smirked predatorily, grabbing onto one of the princess’ newly acquired ‘handles’ and pulling her close enough to bump her lips against the head of the artificial cock. “Thought you’d never offer~”

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