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The street was a total mess. Destroyed street-side shops lined both sides of the road, smoke billowing from the shattered display windows. Overturned cars, crumpled like tinfoil. A geyser of water shooting up from where a fire hydrant once stood.
The handiwork of demonspawn who decided to pay the mortal realm a visit. It was just Raven's luck that they chose the same day she decided to get some shopping done.
They were tall, beastly creatures, horned and hooved in the way demonspawn were. A major problem for Jump City police, but against Raven - or any sorcerer worth a damn - they might as well have been runt weaklings.
It couldn't have taken more than ten minutes to have them beaten down and rounded up. A half-dozen of them in all, bound with her dark magic in the middle of the ruined street. Raven floated down, frowning. A faint aura kept the hydrant spray from ruining her cloak.
"You demon guys really know how to ruin a girl's day." She muttered, circling her big round-up. One of them had the gall to leer at her legs as she strutted by. Raven's frown curdled into a sneer. She swept her cloak shut.
"All will kneel…" One of the demons rumbled in his deep, inhuman voice. "All will serve… our Lord Krazik!"
"Never heard of him." Raven said flatly.
The same demon made an angry sound, struggling against his magical binds of glowing black.
"Krazik is the Master of the Dark, the Lord of the Dead Lords! He sits the throne of-"
"He sounds small-time."
"Your world will burn!" Another of the demonspawn bellowed, stirring beside his brother. "Krazik will-"
"Whatever." Raven was done listening to the doomsday talk. Every other week, it was like this. Cultists or mad scientists or secret brotherhoods bent on world domination.
While the gaggle of horned jackasses kept on their empty threats, Raven took in the destruction again. A heavy sigh came next. She really wasn't in the mood for clean-up. She wasn't in the mood for babysitting demonic invaders, either. If she was going to get them back where they were supposed to be, she'd need some help.
Zatanna would have been her top choice, but she was unreachable as of late. Doctor Fate was next on the list. A bit too stuffy for Raven's liking, but this wasn't the time to be picky.
She breathed, slow and steady, letting her mind and thoughts settle into something resembling serenity. Meditation was the key to most forms of magic, requiring one's connection to the fabric of space and time and all reality. It wasn't long before Raven was searching through the cosmic paths in the space between worlds, trying to find Doctor Fate.
"You have not won…" One of the demonspawn almost broke her concentration. "You cannot hope to stop-"
Another band of her magical binds fastening around all of their mouths put a quick stop to that.
"Gloating after you lost. Charming."
Raven took a small satisfaction listening to their muffled groans and curses. She closed her eyes then, slipping deeper into her meditation.
She focused. Focused. Focused. Her call went out across the fabric of the cosmos… and there came no answer. She tried it again, just to be sure, but was only met with more silence. Irksome, but she didn't let it affect her concentration. She tried other sorcerers, other magic fellows. Somebody had to be available.
Madame Xanadu, The Spectre (it was worth a shot), that jackass John Constantine… She even tried Shazam. Every single one, straight to cosmic voicemail.
"Huh."
Raven slipped back to the real world, the shadow of her meditation fading back to light and sound and the smell of smoke and ash. Her prisoners were still there, still bound, still struggling. And the street was still a mess of urban destruction.
Aside from the disappointment that help wasn't on the way, Raven had a prickling at the back of her neck. It was the sort of uneasiness that she just wasn't used to. She was half-demon, born from the unholy union of her monstrous father and a human woman. Her very existence made her especially accustomed to the wretched and the evil. Eldritch horrors were the average Tuesday for Raven. Ghouls and undead and beings from the depths of the underworld, all just routine. Yet she felt wary now.
Wary, but not surprised.
Raven felt it first only a few weeks past. A new presence on the mortal plane. A new visitor to this green and blue rock, come from far, far away. Raven just knew. She could feel it in the air, in her bones. The faintest chill. She couldn't name it, despite all the ancient knowledge literally bred into her, but she could feel it. And she felt it again, just when she was meditating. It was stronger now. Even more shocking, she felt that it had noticed her.
That was… not good.
The police sirens in the distance caught her attention. She could see the flashing lights as a couple of squad cars turned down her road. She let out another sigh. No way were the demonspawn fitting in the backs of those.
She'd have to wait around until they brought one of those armored transport vans. Wonderful.
The police pulled up, most of them gawking at the spectacle of destruction as they got out of their cars. A couple of them, though, eyed up Raven instead. Only marginally less annoying than when the demon had done it. Raven didn't understand the attention - for Starfire or Wonder Girl, it made sense. Long flowing hair, barely-there outfits. Raven had silk robes and cloak. She wondered what exactly about herself made tongues go wagging where she went. Was it because she was a superhero? Technically a celebrity?
She wondered… but she wasn't going to waste time meditating on it.
It only added to the edge, too. Because the force that noticed her just now… Raven also caught a taste of something else. And it almost felt like desire.
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Meanwhile, in Gotham City…
There was knocking at the door.
"Just a second." Barbara called out from her apartment study. She pushed back from her desktop, stretching her arms high as she rose from her computer chair.
For a moment, she thought to maybe throw something on. She wasn't that underdressed, she decided. Simple sweatpants and an old, worn t-shirt she still had from high school. It was a little snug these days and didn't quite cover all of her tummy, but it was far from skimpy.
The knocking came again. Barbara made for the hall quicker, her brow pinching.
"I said just a second…" She muttered, reaching the door. She turned the handle, letting it open a crack… and felt her annoyance vanish when she saw who it was.
Kara Kent stood in the hall, smiling like sunshine, dressed in blue jeans, worn and nicely snug, and a red top, long sleeves rolled up halfway up her forearms. Her long blonde hair, all those golden, wavy tresses, tied back into a stylishly messy ponytail. She always made beauty look so effortless. A part of Barbara was envious… just as a part of her admired.
"Hey, stranger." Kara crossed her arms. "Invite me in?"
"Oh, yeah." Barbara answered after a - hopefully unnoticed - pause. She quickly shuffled aside, holding the door wide open. "Sorry, I just wasn't expecting a visit."
Barbara shut the door as Kara glided on inside. The little strut, the spin around, all graceful-like. For a denizen of an alternate Earth, Kara had settled into this world quite nicely. Made friends with Barbara easy enough - they'd been close back on her own version of Earth, she'd told her. Though Barbara often wondered… was Kara close with her own Barbara the way she was close with her?
"I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd drop in, the two of us could catch up."
Barbara couldn't help but snicker. They'd "caught up" more than a few times. A little fun between besties, they reasoned, before Batgirl got something going with Nightwing again and Supergirl went on with… whoever it was she had a thing for.
A fling, when it came down to it. A damn good fling, though. Good enough that Barbara had just started to miss it. So Kara coming down tonight for this visit… Superheroes had a knack for good timing, didn't they?
Kara led the way into the living room. Barbara watched that ponytail bounce, watched those jean-clad hips move from side to side. There was a lot to admire there - but Barbara wasn't so distracted to forget she'd been working.
"I was just finishing up some intel reports." She told Kara, more to remind herself than anything else. "It won't take long, though. Just make yourself at home- Hey!"
Kara was quick, even without making use of her superspeed. The blonde had gotten behind her, slipping her arms around Barbara's waist. Already getting handsy, fingers sliding along the flat plane of her belly. Barbara could feel the warmth of Kara pressing into her back… and the heat of her breath on her neck.
"If it won't take long, then it can wait." Kara hummed softly, slowly inching Barbara's shirt upwards, exposing inch after inch of tummy for her roaming hands. A nice touch. Nice and warm. Barbara let out a sigh as Kara's lips brushed gently along her neck. "You look like you could use a break anyway."
Barbara wanted to agree so bad. But…
"Kara…" The redhead breathed, half-heartedly squirming out of the blonde's embrace. "It's League business… They really need those reports."
"And I need you out of these clothes…" Kara hummed again, deeper this time. A sound of amusement… but there was something more in there, too. Hunger.
Kara's hands slipped under Barbara's shirt and her lips peppered sweetness along Barbara's neck. It felt nice. So damned nice that Barbara just couldn't work up the will to resist. The worn t-shirt was gone embarrassingly fast and the sweats lasted only a second or two longer. Barbara went along with it as she usually did, letting the Kryptonian girl fondle her and kiss her and do all the other pleasant things. Kara had her by the hips, guiding her through the apartment, leading her up to the living room couch. The blonde spun her around with ease - all but manhandling her with that alien superstrength - and planted a big, wet one right on her lips. A light shove came after, sending Barbara flopping onto the couch.
The redhead blew a strand of hair from her face, feeling her heart thumping against her ribcage.
"God… So impatient." She drew her bare legs up, suddenly feeling just how naked she was. Nothing on but little pink panties.
Kara stood above her, smirking as she ridded herself of her own clothes.
"No point in waiting." She said, pushing her snug jeans down her full, smooth thighs. She bunched them around her ankles and kicked them away. "Especially when this might be it, Barb."
Barbara narrowed her eyes, wondering what Kara meant - but then Kara was peeling away her top next. She was a long way from Power Girl, but that trim, lithe figure was its own kind of perfection. Lovely B cups, splendidly shaped and so, so damn perky. And the nipples, hard and pebbled, in their mouthwatering shade of pink… It took a moment for what Kara had said to sink in.
There was a sting in her heart. Not enough for Barbara to keep her from slipping her panties off, though.
"Huh. You've got a funny way of calling it quits, Kara."
"You and me were always about having fun. It was never serious." That stung too. But Kara followed it up by dipping down and offering up more sweetness from her pretty little mouth. Kissing along Barbara's belly, trailing up to her breasts.
Barbara sucked in a breath as Kara took a stiff nipple between her teeth. The blonde flicked her tongue, every little lash sending a blitz through Barbara's nerves. Then her lips fastened around the pink nub and she was suckling, swirling her tongue in slow, splendid circles.
"Oh…" Barbara squirmed under Kara's affections, but her bestie held firm. Barbara could only sit back and endure the sweetness pouring over her naked skin, suffer the torment of Kara's mouth switching from breast to breast. Licking, nibbling, sucking.
Old memories were suddenly flooding back to her then and Barbara quickly found herself blushing even harder. All those flings meant Kara knew exactly how to touch her, how to rile her up.
If only Dick knew what we got up to, Kara…
Just as Barbara was letting her eyes flutter closed, she felt the blonde slurp away from her tits. A whine came up to voice her disappointment but Kara shushed her softly.
"So… I've started seeing someone." Kara admitted with a sigh. "Gorgeous. A total sweetheart. And he's, like, super hung. He's literally perfect, Barb."
This confession surprisingly didn't sting as much as the first. Though perhaps it was because there was a part of Barbara who wanted her own taste of this super stud.
"Sounds like a dream." Barbara sank back on the couch. Her mind started to wander, conjuring up scenes of sweet, pretty Kara letting herself get bent like a pretzel and completely railed. Her belly stirred deep, nice and warm and wanting. "I'm happy for you, really. But… did you come here just to tell me that?"
"No. I came because I missed you." Kara's hands slid gently up Barbara's belly, coming up to the slopes of her breasts. The slick nipples still ached from when she sucked them. "And I wanted to put our little thing to bed with a real bang. Up to you of course."
Kara dipped down and pressed her lips to one breast, then the other. Her tongue snaked out, found a nipple. Barbara shivered. She couldn't say she didn't miss this as well.
With a roll of her eyes, the redhead reached up, threading her fingers through Kara's golden hair.
"Might as well." She relented.
Kara gave a bold smile, an even more striking sight with one of Barbara nipples caught between her teeth.
"Good girl."
"Get to work with that pretty mouth and I'll show you how good I can be."
That earned her a flare in Kara's brilliant blue eyes, both lighting up with gleeful intent. She bit down on Barbara's nipple, just hard enough to make her squirm in the most delightful way. Then she was going down, down, trailing kisses down Barbara's belly, down to her inner thighs…
God, Barbara missed that tongue.
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Barbara missed the taste of Kara, too.
Flat on her back with Kara straddling her face, putting that pretty, pink pussy right over her yearning mouth. As far as ways of enjoying Kara's company went, this was one of her favorites.
It was only fair. Kara had put her mouth to work, so Barbara did the same. She licked, licked, licked up all the sweetness that Kara's cunt offered. All that thick, heady flavor rolling over her tongue, sticky and steaming hot. The only thing better than tasting Kara was hearing her moan. A voice like an angel, a filthy, sinful angel with a little hitch in those beautiful whimpers that told Barbara her tongue was doing an excellent job swiping through those slick, pink folds.
And as Barbara went on with her diligent work, Kara was kind enough to return the favor. Sitting on Barbara's face, all she had to do was reach back and set her fingers to play in Barbara's own hot, aching pussy. Just one at first, wiggling its way into her, prodding, prodding deep. Kara added a second finger soon after, plunging them through to the second knuckle. In and out, in and out, drawing them through heat and velvety softness, all drenched with Barbara's own neediness.
Through the pleasure, Barbara felt an aching in her heart. If this was truly the last time she'd have with Kara… she had to savor every second.
Kara worked her fingers faster. Barbara squealed - muffled by her guest's sweet, sweet pussy. The only thing she could do was keep licking.
"Yeah… Yeah, that's it… Use that tongue, baby… Lick it. Fucking lick it."
"Mmmmmmmmh."
With her other hand, Kara reached down, stroking through Barbara's messy hair. It felt nice.
"You love the taste, don't you?" Through hazy eyes, Barbara could see Kara smiling down at her. "You love that Kryptonian pussy?"
Barbara let out another moan, muffled once more with her face buried between Kara's legs. She craned her head back just enough to drag her mouth away from that dripping cunt.
"Yessss…" She whined, licking up the slick that smeared all over lips and chin. The taste, she couldn't get enough. It tingled on her tongue before gliding down her throat.
Above her, Kara giggled. A lovely sound. The blonde bit her lip, looking so very pleased.
"Fuck…" She sighed, slowing the probing of her fingers. She drew them from Barbara, letting them play along the outer folds of her soaking wet pussy. Pleasure buzzed hot there at the entrance of Barbara's womanhood. Kara's sweet, filthy words kept coming. "You were made for licking Kryptonian pussy… And sucking on Kryptonian tits… You like my tits too, don't you?"
"I love 'em. All of you."
It felt good to tell the truth. Just like it felt good to worship such a perfect pussy.
"Yeah, you do." Kara hummed, pleased. "Because you're a good girl."
Then Kara put her fingers back to work, dipping them into Barbara's sex. The redhead shivered, a squeal tearing through her throat. Before long, she was seeing stars. Stars, bright and pulsing. And clear at the center of it all was Supergirl.
Kara had a beaming smile. From her spot on her back, Barbara thought she looked like an angel.
So pretty and so perfect.