Weeks of efforts involving science, magic, and sometimes a mixture of both, had provided no results. The innocent bystander, who was caught in the crossfire of one of the Titans' bouts in the city streets, remained afflicted. Raven looked down at him with another defeated look, wishing she could stop failing the man she promised to return to normal.

 

He felt no ill will toward her, he knew she was doing her best. Besides, it was near impossible to hold a grudge against such a sweet face anyway; even when it was giving a stern and disapproving look to 90% of what she encountered on any given day.

 

Raven placed her hands on the dresser, letting her purple hair hang past her lowered head, hiding herself from her continued failures. Her life had been paved with mistakes and failures, sure, but she’d always found a way to fix them. Even when she couldn’t, the only ones who got hurt were herself, which she was fine with. Now she was dealing with an innocent human and she couldn’t help him.

 

Not wanting her to continue with her misery, he rested his hands on hers, hoping to get her attention. It wasn’t like his hands made the kind of impression they would when he was full size. However, she’d come to notice when his little hands were against her cool skin. He wanted her to see in his face that he didn't blame her. Hell, in all honesty, he didn't mind his new fate of being six inches tall.

 

Raven couldn't help but smile at his attempts to bring her some joy. She overturned her half-gloved hand, signaling him to hop onto her palm. With him resting comfortably, but prepared what came next, she steadily deposited him on her shoulder. She found this was the best way to carry him with her in most cases. Early on, even the simple act of being lifted up was chaotic for him. The intense g-force put on him when she lifted her hand was disorienting. They had both learned how to behave around one another over the weeks they spent together, however. How much force he had to exert to get her attention, and how little she needed to accomplish her goals with him.

 

In truth, he had grown to enjoy her company. Living in her room was actually enjoyable, too. He didn’t know if it was ideal, but he preferred it far more than his life before the day he was struck by an errant blast from some villain. It certainly helped to be in the company of a gorgeous teenaged woman. A woman who, despite being 18, was still only near fully developed. An element he couldn’t help but notice, considering she had no problem wearing a clinging leotard in his, or anyone's, presence. Not that he was complaining. Breasts looked like they could fill his hands easily, and then some, though at his current size they seemed much larger (and more enticing). Hips flared out, promising (and delivering) on a supple and wide butt. While her legs weren’t as eye catching as her curvier parts, the exposed, smooth, skin of them made them no less eye-catching. Sometimes he felt bad ogling the super powered woman. However, when something can take up your entire vision, easily, it’s hard not to.

 

Raven as well had learned to enjoy having this human pet with her as well, though she’d never call him that. He was quite helpful, and very attentive. No, pet’s not the right word, she once thought, he’s more like a familiar. An apt term for the sorceress. She was used to her solitude, having basked it in for so long that she assumed that was her natural preference. Having her little friend around, even at his diminished height, proved to her that good company was better than no company, any day.

 

He enjoyed riding around on her shoulder as she moved about her room, and there was never a risk of falling. There were no tremors from foot falls, as she preferred to float about. It was also the only place he could clearly speak with her, being so close to her ear and all. Through this, they had gained a strong rapport with each other. The other Titans were surprised to see this stranger had managed to get so much out of her; certainly, more than the small smirks they all had taken as great accomplishments.

 

Raven certainly did enjoy his company, and it helped she found him quite cute as well. Not just in the size sense but looks as well. She could tell he felt the same. Even with his small stature, and when modestly covered up with the doll clothes she had found for him, she noticed, more than once, signs of arousal whenever she bent over in her room, facing him or otherwise. She couldn’t yet tell if he was an ass man or a tits man, but she found it easier to innocently show off her ass than her tits. Playfully she would linger in these moments, letting him take in the sight of her pale ass testing the limits of her costume’s modesty. Raven had refused to confront him on it, even teasingly, though. She didn’t want to embarrass him. A relationship like theirs was fragile, easily broken. Just like Raven, emotionally, and her familiar, physically.

 

She figured it was a foolish feeling to have, for someone who could never reciprocate the affection back to her, but it helped with having him so close to her. Eventually, she encouraged him to move off her shoulder if he was feeling restless, while she meditated. To only half surprise, he never opted to roam around the bed she was sitting or lying on. Instead, he always wandered about her body. Raven had to do her best to hide the shivers she got when she felt his bare feet step across her bare flesh. And he had to control himself when walking across such a beautiful, soft, body.

 

He greatly enjoyed traveling across her long legs. After ascending her soft feet, he would look down the long stem, how it curved behind her shin, and the more gradually as it approached that enviable ass. He would study how her flesh was dented only slightly by his steps. He could see the small, nearly unnoticeable, hairs that ran along her skin perk up as he approached. Over a few days of this, he grew more and more bold, covering more ground with each trip, and moving further from her bare feet, and closer to her thighs.

 

He always tried to be slow, gradual, with things. He didn't want to offend her and completely lose the relationship he already had with her. Still, he was sensing no discomfort, no disgust, coming from her, as he traversed her thick thighs, and gazed down between them to the natural gap that formed thanks to her wide hips. He was surprised how revealing the backside area of her leotard was, especially for a timid teenager. He figured she thought the cape was enough to conceal anything she wanted hidden. But to him, in her room, with her cape off, he was privy to the sight of the bottom curves of her ass. They were bare to him, twitching slightly at random moments while Raven read, lying on her stomach.

 

The fateful day arrived where he was bold enough to begin to climb up her plump backside and was delighted to see no resistance from her. It was good she had grown so used to his tiny touches upon her skin. If he had tried this perverse exploration too early, she may have instinctively reached back to slap her ass, killing whatever odd bug might be crawling across her. Instead, her only instinct was to blush and bite on her lip, to stifle a moan, while he explored her further.

 

To her, it was like being teased with a feather. Light, delicate, sensations against her skin. Small, certainly, but they were so distinct, so directed, that she could focus on nothing else. The small steps he took against her ass were as noticeable, and enticing, as being spanked with a paddle.

 

Once he reached the crest of her left cheek, he looked around at all the progress he had made and marveled at the sight of the crack separating the East from the West hill. He looked up toward Raven and saw that she was staring at him. Raven was peering over her shoulder, which obscured her smile, so he was unsure of her mood. Then, she playfully shook her ass a bit, causing him to lose balance and fall onto the firm yet soft cheek. She giggled at that. That was the first time, or likely anyone, had heard her laugh, even faintly. At that point, their relationship had gone from friendly to very friendly.

 

Any mystery of their mutual attraction to each other gone, Raven felt comfortable “confronting” him about it. In her own playful ways. The goth teen loved to tease him about his obvious attraction to her ass. She would shake it in front of him and bend over at the waist whenever possible. Thin fingers pressed into the flesh as she squeezed it the way he wished he could. He could tell she had modified her suit slightly to turn the back of her leotard more into a thong. What he didn’t know is she did it just for him. Most fun of all, for both of them, was when she warned him of the dangers of her “great big butt.”

 

"You need to be careful, cutie," she would say with a coo. "There is always the risk that I may sit on you." There of course was very little risk of that, as she rarely sat, just floated around. Still, she insisted on demonstrating the looming danger by hovering her plump backside over him as he stood in the middle of the chair's seat. Her ass swayed back and forth over him, her hands reaching back to cup and squeeze the full feature. Between her moans, she talked about how overwhelming big it was to him, and that, despite how soft it was, it could easily crush him.

 

“It’s just so big,” she’d say with a sultry voice. “So round, and firm. You might not get crushed immediately, pushing up against the weight of my perfect ass, but you wouldn’t be able to hold out forever. Your best bet is if you wound up right along my crack, between my cheeks. But that’s only safe if I sit still – and I wouldn’t. I would twist and sway my hips to grind my ass into the seat, and you.” It had taken her some time to figure out how to best tease his fetish for giant women just right, but he had to admit she was nailing it.

 

It took a lot of convincing for him to get her to actually sit on him.

 

Raven took it slow, of course, and would only do it if he was on the bed, where there was enough give that she was somewhat confident he could survive. Starting at only grazes across his body with her cheeks. Then graduating to a mere second of pressure placed on him, and not even all her weight, either. Over time, she grew to enjoy it enough to give him the full experience he wanted, with a little magical help. A thin, but powerful, magical shield around him to buff his endurance enough to withstand all her weight. She couldn't supplement his air, however, so she had to remember not to get carried away and sit for too long. That day did, unfortunately, come, during one of her grind sessions.

 

Her hips swiveled around in circles, pressing her butt down onto him, and rolling his form against her skin. She chewed on her right index finger, while her left hand idly traced circles against the crotch of her suit. So preoccupied with her approaching orgasm, she forgot all about the air he needed.

 

He enjoyed struggling as much as possible while under her, knowing that it was driving her wild. To be subjected to the power of such an awesome part of her body was bliss. Yet things were going on longer than they should have, and his struggles began to become real. Though it did no good, he screamed nonetheless. If anything, the vibrations of his yells only enticed her more.

 

Raven let out her own little sounds, though hers were from pure pleasure. Her finger tips pressed against her suit, pushing in against her lips and massaging her clit and labia. It was damp before, but quickly became soaked. She started sucking on her index finger, her thick lips encircled around the digit while her tongue lapped at it happily. She lost all track of time as she neared closer and closer to her orgasm. As it hit, she ground her ass even more against the bed, testing the limits of her shield on him. Certainly, she was getting off on the feeling of her familiar moving against her ass, but she was also getting off on the power. However, she wasn’t ready to admit that to herself or him.

 

Just as her climax was resolving, her eyes shot open and immediately she sat up from the bed, spinning around to check on his condition. He was fine, though coughing and gasping for breath. She apologized profusely, holding him in her palms up to her crying face, as she swore never to hurt him again. No matter how many words of forgiveness he gave her, she would not relent. It wasn't until he approached and kissed her on the tip of her button nose, then moved to hug her cheek, caressing it softly, that she calmed down.

 

From then on, they were inseparable, even more so than they already were (though it would take about a week before she allowed herself to be intimate with him, out of fear of losing control). Even into the meetings with the Titans, from which he was barred due to not being a trusted Titan, Raven found a way to include him. And he really loved her idea.

 

On a day he was prepared to say goodbye to her as she went off to train, she smiled and grabbed him with one hand, and grabbed the collar of her costume with the other. He peered down at the mixture of shadows and grey flesh, and the curves of her generous breasts. Raven gave him a sweet kiss before gently lowering him toward her cleavage, and then letting her leotard snap back into place. Thanks to the size of her tits, and the snugness of the suit, he was never in any danger of slipping down past her breasts.

 

It was hot, and dark, and it took him a bit to learn how to steady his breathing. Despite that, it was heaven, nonetheless. Sometimes, he was lulled to sleep by the gentle thud of her heartbeat. Others, he was too aroused by being surrounded by the mountains of tit flesh. They had other games involving her breasts, as well.

 

His favorite was being placed onto her nipple, where he would be challenged to grip onto the erect bud and hold on as long as possible while she started to bounce her tit up and down with increasing intensity. He also enjoyed being laid upon her breast, hugging it as much as possible, before her hand came down to massage him against it. He had discovered new ways to tease and pleasure her nipple that were only possible at his height.

 

Things were taken to the next level on a seemingly normal day.

 

Raven sat in the air, cross-legged, while Anon took a nap on her left thigh. Awaking from her meditation, the young sorceress looked down at her familiar-turned-boyfriend and smirked. Gently she lowered herself to the bed and roused him from his sleep with a slight nudge. Once awake, Raven moved him down to the bed, sitting him between her now spread legs. He looked with awe as Raven peered down at him past her full breasts and used a hand to pull aside the crotch of her costume, exposing her pussy to him.

 

"I want you to eat me out,” she commanded with lust dripping from her voice. A command, sure, but one he was free to disobey. She wasn’t going to force him to do anything he wasn’t ready for. Though, in the back of her mind, in the darkest parts, she knew she could if she wanted to. Thankfully for both of them, he was more than happy to obey this order.

 

He didn't even need to be told once to get started on that task, though hearing her give that order did add an extra layer of arousal to the situation. The task was more intimidating than he thought when he got up close. All he could do was explore with his hands, reading her reaction by listening to the sounds she was making up above. Once he had roused her clit from its hood, he began to massage the nub with both hands, before putting his lips to it. Raven was happy to guide him with instructions, telling him to go faster, softer, slower, or harder.

 

Eventually, he found himself with one arm buried inside of her, while his other hand played with her lips, and his mouth licked around, and on, her clit. Once again losing herself to pleasure, Raven forgot about the fragility of her pet and lowered her hand down behind him. Before he could react, he felt himself being pushed into her hungry, soaked, cave.

 

Even with someone he trusted so much, the new experience was a bit frightening. The most valuable senses to someone of his size was sight and sound. He needed to be able to see and hear danger coming. Inside of Raven, though, both of those were taken from him. There was no light, save for the quick beams that managed to squeeze in randomly. There were no sounds other than that of the squishing of her wet, moving, walls, the beating of her rapid heartbeat, and her muffled moans. The inside of her was like a soaked oven, and he could not find his bearings with her fingers constantly sliding him in and out. Eventually, however, he was able to get her fingers to retreat when he started to move about on his own, directing the pleasure fully rather than have her micromanage him.

 

After an expanse of time he could not have hoped to measure in the intense, and pleasurable, environment, he found himself ejected by the force of her orgasm. He thought he was going to be crushed at first. It was far more intense than when she sat on him. The rush of fluids helped to push him out, though, spilling out onto the sheets. Once he had caught his breath, it sounded like Raven had as well.

 

With no warning, she reached down and plucked the tiny human up from between her legs, and carried him across the expanse of her body, letting his legs dangle and his feet slide across her skin. A trail of her cum following him along her grey skin. She gave him a sweet kiss, then licked her lips at the unique and arousing flavor. Knowing she owed him one anyway, Raven decided to give him the best time of his life. Though maybe she should have told him first.

 

He was admittedly fearful of her intentions as she lowered him, feet first, into her wide-open mouth. The fear of being crushed was the first one he gained when he realized he had been shrunk. The fear of being eaten alive trumped that once he realized the reality of the situation. He would have started to panic had she not stopped with him only halfway in before closing her lips around his waist. He shivered at feeling those soft, thick, pillowy lips being enclosed around him. He could have passed out then and there were it not for the sensations that would come next. The suction in her mouth started, and he almost came immediately. He tried to find some grip on her lip, nose, anywhere, while he was overcome with this hurricane of a blowjob.

 

Raven started to giggle and moan, adding vibrations to the greatest blowjob ever given or received. With her tongue, she managed to roll him around, so he was now facing away from her, and so he could put his twitching hips to good use and start humping her caressing tongue. As he did, he watched as her hands massaged her bare breasts, pulling at her dusky nipples, her back arching in a shared pleasure. It didn't take long, after that, despite holding out as long as possible, for him to cum.

 

He hoped, that at his size, cumming in her mouth without warning wouldn't be met with offense. Sure enough, after he relaxed, post orgasm, she audibly gulped down the cum and the remainder of her fluids that covered him. She did decide to scare him a little, for not having the manners to give her a heads up, by sucking him the rest of the way into her mouth suddenly. She used that that opportunity, though, to suck the rest of her cum off his body before it tried.

Raven drifted off to sleep after that, with her familiar. No, she thought. My boyfriend. He nuzzled up between his savior’s, his girlfriend’s, slowly rising and falling breasts.

 

 

Anon awoke well rested and content. His head resting upon his pillow. His body also resting on said pillow. He was curled up in the center of it, effectively being in bed, without actually touching it. His body stretched out, moving the microfiber eyeglass cleaning cloth from his body. With the obligatory first yawn of the morning out of the way, he turned himself to face his girlfriend, Raven.

 

He always reflected how lucky he was to have been found by her after he shrunk. With other heroes, he might have been treated like a bothersome guest, or a lab experiment. At best he’d be given a small place to call his own, while he waited for them to find a cure, but having no means of socializing. Though Raven never gave up on her efforts to restore his size, he couldn’t help but wish for her continued failure. He enjoyed being his size, as it allowed him to experience Raven in ways no one else could.

 

Deep down, she felt the same way.

 

Gently, Raven’s eyes fluttered open. Her stunning violet eyes adjusted to the light, and then zeroed in on him. Every morning, that was her first priority: check on Anon. Seeing he was alive and well, staring up at her, she allowed herself a small smirk. Raven’s powers were affected by her emotions, so she always had to keep them tempered. Over the years of her training, she found ways to give herself more and more wiggle room on how much she could feel. Luckily for her and her boyfriend, that meant she could clearly express her adoration for him.

 

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted, waving over to her. Though close enough to hear him normally, it would have been hard to decipher. Early on, she kept him on her shoulder so he could speak directly to her ear. Along with a spell to up his endurance immensely, she’d also crafted a spell to amplify his voice to normal volume. It helped for having conversations. Not to mention, getting her attention if she got carried away with him between her thighs.

 

“Gross,” she playfully growled. “You know I hate pet names.” Raven began to sit up, just enough to raise her head off the pillow.

 

“Well, how else can I express how much I like you?” he asked, smirking up at her with his hands on his hips. He was naked as the day he was born. She’d seen, touched, and tasted every inch (of which there weren’t many) of his body. He was not afraid to bare all in front of her.

 

“You could start with a kiss,” she suggested, smirking. They both knew what was coming next, and eagerly anticipated it. A kiss was quite different for either of them. For her, it was a chance to cover most of his body in her luscious lips, teasing him with a tap of her tongue. For him, it was an overwhelming experience, being covered by such soft lips. It was more like a hug, with how he stretched his arms out to embrace her lip.

 

The kiss itself did not last long. As with every morning, they both forgot that the first kiss of the morning was never a good idea.

 

“Ugh, Raven, your morning breath…” he groaned, stopping himself before he got too insulting.

 

“Blech, you’re one to talk,” she shot back. “Your body tastes all sweaty and stinky.” Despite the sudden experienced ick-factor, they nevertheless smiled back at one another. “Ready for a shower?” Anon nodded and prepared to let her scoop him up into her hand.

 

As she rose, the blanket slid off of her body, treating him once again to the sight of her towering, curvaceous, form. She looked amazing in the sexy underwear she wore just for him. Better yet: naked. However, this morning, he saw she was wearing a simple pair of panties and an unassuming bra. Even so, he admired just how sexy she looked. Large breasts, taut stomach, wide hips, creamy thighs, and, as far as he was concerned, the best ass in the world. Every time he gave a pervy inventory of her body, Raven felt her ego boost.

 

Unlike many other alterations made within Raven’s room to accommodate him (some DIY, some made with Cyborg’s help), the shower came premade to accommodate him. Raven stood under the spray of the shower, letting the water cascade down her supple flesh. Anon, meanwhile, had been placed on the soap dish built into the wall. After Raven gave him a squirt of shampoo and one of body wash, he began to wash up. The process took some getting used to. But what aspect of his life didn’t? Every step of the way, though, Raven was there with him.

 

“So, Anon,” Raven began, starting to scrub her body with the soap. “I was thinking maybe you and I could…go out today.” With any other couple this would be a simple request. Anon, however, hadn’t been outside the tower since he got there. There was also the strangeness of going on their first date, despite already having been so incredibly intimate. To say his sex life involved a lot of “spelunking” would be an understatement.

 

“Go out?” Anon said with some reservations. “Go out where?”

 

“Well, I gave it a lot of thought, and I came up with a list of ideas to choose from.” Raven then began to list off the various locations they could visit. However, at the same time, she was also soaping up her fabulous body. No matter how many times he had showered with her, he found it to be quite a sight. Delicate hands gliding over her smooth, grey skin. Palms curving over her breasts, passing over her nipples as they hardened in appreciation. Cupping the bottoms, she lifted up her tits and squeezed them lovingly. She explored herself with delicate grace. She loved herself with passionate squeezes.

 

Her hands continued away from her breasts, much to his dismay. Down along her toned stomach. He’d seen Starfire’s bare stomach every time she was around. It’s true, Raven’s was not nearly as toned as Starfire’s. It did not display muscle the same way Star’s did. However, it was still flat and oh so soft. Next came her hips. Wide, perfect, hips that tipped left and right when she walked. Behind them was an ass he dreamt about. Before she’d get there, though, she had to scrub her legs.

 

As she worked down from her thighs to her knees, she was forced to bend forward to reach her calves. Raven’s breasts hung heavily as she bent, swaying and jiggling as she washed her stems. By this point, Anon had completely given up on washing himself. He was certain that he’d already created a lot of suds just by having his hands work on autopilot.

 

Finally, as Raven began to wash her back, she turned away from him. It was an unnecessary step. However, she knew how much he liked the sight of her ass. By this point, she’d done it so much that it became second nature. Both of her hands ran up and down her cheeks, letting them bounce back into place when her palms passed over completely. Raven squeezed her ass, first by gripping them, and then by clenching her cheeks together. Had she been paying attention exclusively to his leering, she’d have given herself a sharp spank for his (and her) enjoyment.

 

Lastly, after turning back around, Raven washed between her legs. A more delicate effort than the rest of her, but arguably the most important. Every time her fingers glided over her lips, briefly knocking into her clit, she felt an arousing tingle. She wondered if she’d have time to address it. She’d likely let Anon decide.

 

“…or maybe we could check out the carnival,” Raven finished. “Where do you want to go?” The silence that followed roused Anon from his hypnotic state. He’d missed every date option she’d listed except the last one. He didn’t even know if he’d want to go to the carnival. But, it was effectively his only option.

 

“Oh! Yeah, the carnival sounds great,” Anon confirmed.

 

“Oh, really?” Raven questioned with a knowing smirk. Even though his eyes were little, she felt them on her body, all the same. “Huh, I figured you’d have wanted to go to the strip club, but if you want a carnival that’s fine too.”

 

“What? A strip club?” Anon asked, baffled. The idea was not nearly as appealing as one might think. He’d be in a dark room, with strangers pressing their bodies up against Raven, and likely him. It didn’t take long, while he waited for confirmation, for Anon to realize she was using her trademark dry sarcasm to mess with him. “Oh, ha ha.” Raven stared down at him in triumph for a few short beats more.

 

“Come on, if we’re going out, I want to be extra sure I’m clean,” Raven said. “Think you could help me out?” The two of them were ravenous for each other. Almost half of every activity, even the mundane, led to them doing something lewd with each other. Raven offered her cupped palm to Anon, waiting for him to hop on. As she brought him closer, he passed under the showerhead and let all the suds wash away from him.

 

Cleaned off and ready to get dirty, Anon was gently brought toward her chest. First up was the left breast. As if to prep it for his arrival, Raven used her other hand to gently caress the heavy teardrop-shape. Anon was mesmerized by every inch of his girlfriend, but her curves held his attention the best. After she felt her nipple pebble against her palm, she brought Anon closer.

 

The shower always posed the greatest risk for their exploration “games.” Both of them were slick with water, amplified by the recently washed-away soap. Being naked around each other for an extended period, watching one another caress themselves, eagerly waiting to see who would make the first move, stirred up their desires to a dangerous level. They had to be careful no one got carried away. Anon wasn’t in any fatal danger. However, even with his hardened endurance, a fall from that height would knock the wind out of him. Raven would be upset even if he scraped a knee. Especially if it happened on her watch.

 

Raven moved her cupped hand and its passenger below her left breast. Anon stared up as Raven’s smiling face was eclipsed by the great grey globe. An exciting shadow cast over him as he lay back against her hand. Without further ado, Raven lifted her hand up toward her tit, cupping the bottom of it, and pressing Anon into it.

 

There was no getting away from the weight of her, Anon would often reflect. Especially when he was pinned beneath some specific part. Her breast, her butt, even her feet had all been pressed down on him many times. He couldn’t help but feel aroused by the crushing weight of his girlfriend’s breast. The weight demonstrated just how buxom she really was. It also demonstrated how powerful she was. Raven did everything she could so he could feel equal to her in their relationship. But in the bedroom? When the mood struck either one of them? She also did everything she could to prove how dominant she could be. Crushing him under her soaking wet tit was just one example.

 

Anon hugged her breast – or at least as best he could with his arms and legs splayed out, as if he could encompass the curve. With each second, she pushed him harder and harder into her. Her flesh indented around him. But it couldn’t make way for him, forever. Anon felt himself get crushed more and more, nearly to the point where it became unbearable. But Raven knew his limits well. As did he. It took a great deal of trial and error, but with valuable results. Before he could start to feel more scared than aroused, she started to move her hand – taking him along with it.

 

The miniature boyfriend slid up along her tit, gliding across the skin. No other time could he move so effortlessly across her skin than in the shower. It would be relaxing enough to lull him to sleep, if he weren’t so aroused in that moment. Before long, his body met with her erect nipple. It knocked against his head, stirring him from whatever other thoughts he was having. As if he could be thinking of anything else than her. He shivered at the sensation of it grinding down his body. Pressing into his chest. The erect nipple knocking against his erect cock. And finally disappearing between his legs as he kept moving.

 

Meanwhile, Raven was tending to her other breast, massaging it firmly. It could be hard to maintain two different grip intensities between her hands, at least when she was so lost in her arousal, but she – and he – managed. She paused for just a moment after he passed over her nipple. Backing up, she slid him back down and then up again. Down and up. Down and up. Grinding him repeatedly against the pebbled center of her breast. On the right, she tried to match the electricity felt by pinching and pulling on her nipple. It felt amazing. But it didn’t come close to what the left was feeling. To what he was feeling.

 

Not letting herself linger for too long (well, maybe just a minute more, to be “thorough”), Raven moved Anon back up along the steady slope of her tit. Once he was at the start of said slope, she decided to give him an extra thrill. First, she tilted her hand back, granting herself the sight of her panting and smiling boyfriend. After exchanging saucy looks, Raven suddenly removed her hand, causing him to immediately slide back down – all on his own.

 

Anon gasped as suddenly he went from being cradled to shooting down her breast like it was a waterslide. There was no way he could gain a grip on her breast as he was cascading down it. He was moving as effortlessly as the water was. Before he knew it, he felt himself pass over her nipple again. The erect, stable, nipple. As best he could, he grabbed onto it before he could fall any further. Suddenly he was holding on with all his strength. He’d dangled from her nipple before. It was one of their earliest games. But doing so on a wet nipple? While he was also wet? And the shower was keeping things wet?

 

He didn’t stand a chance.

 

No longer able to maintain his grip, he slipped off the nipple and fell – into her palm. She’d pulled this prank on him a few times in the past. As soon as she had moved her hand, letting him enjoy the water slide, she moved the hand back under her breast, ready to catch him at a moment’s notice. They both knew he was never in any danger. His reaction was always just being surprised by the prank. And his mind being so sex-addled that he wasn’t thinking about anything other than fucking. She had an uncanny ability to know just how long to wait after a successful prank that he’d grown complacent, and she could do it all over again.

 

“One of these days,” he said up to her, catching his breath, “that joke’ll get old.”

 

“All you have to do is not volunteer to make sure my tits are clean, and I can’t prank you.” Her offer was logical, but ridiculous. As if he could ever turn that down.

 

“As if I could ever turn that down.”

 

“How about I make it up to you?” Raven lifted him up, bringing him to face level with her. “I can give you a kiss,” she offered, letting a tiny smirk pull on the plump lips she was offering, “or, I can give you a kiss.” With that offer, she licked those plump lips, enticing him.

 

“I think we both know the answer to that, Raven,” he said. “Because it’s been the same answer, every time.” He knew the difference between a “kiss” and a “kiss.” While both were good, there really was no contest.

 

Anon reclined back on her palm while Raven purred. Her hand was moved toward her mouth. Raven sensually licked her lips again. It was less to get them ready and more to get him ready. He let himself lay flat on his back, signaling he was, in fact, ready.

 

Softly, Raven’s lips parted. Not a lot. Just enough to let his hard cock move between them. When she felt her lips lightly press against his body, her lips closed. Within her mouth the tip of her tongue flicked against his member. Giving a blowjob at their relative sizes was difficult. There was no way she could perfectly recreate the sensation of a normal one. So, instead, she lightly tasted his cock, while moving her head up and down. The movement was done to press her lips against his body, over and over.

 

Meanwhile, the recipient of the giantess blowjob threw his arms against her upper lip. He would often kiss the lip directly when he wasn’t groaning in pleasure. On Raven’s end, she had another trick to make the blowjob wholly unique. While lightly sucking and licking his dick, she would moan and purr loudly. The vibrations traveled directly into Anon, causing him to shudder. He also just enjoyed hearing her making such lewd noises.

 

Soon after starting, Anon shot his load directly into her mouth. There was, of course, not much to shoot, relatively speaking. That worked out just fine, as Raven wasn’t interested in a mouth full of spunk she’d either have to spit out or swallow down. However, the amount he gave her was enough for a sudden burst of flavor that she loved (when it came from him). Rather than gulp it down, she just rubbed it into her gums and against the roof of her mouth.

 

“One of these days,” Anon panted, grinning like an idiot, “I’m going to last longer than sixty seconds against one of your kisses.”

 

“And take away my ego boost? I’ll never allow it,” Raven defended.

 

“Did you want me to give you a…kiss?” His offer came with him peering over the edge of her palm, and down between her breasts and along her stomach. He could see Raven was absolutely ready to give the go-ahead, but she let her shoulders drop with a small grimace.

 

“Tempting, but we better not. I don’t want the day to get away from us,” she lamented. “It’s tempting enough as it is to just stay in bed with you today. Again.”

 

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

 

“It’s not,” she agreed, “but the point of today is to get you out of the tower and for us to have a proper first date.” Raven could see slight disappointment, over the loss of a day of nonstop sex, on his face. But more than that she could see he was excited to go out with her.

 

“Fair enough. Let’s get dressed, and then go visit that strip club.” Anon determinedly said.

 

“We’re going to the county fair, remember?” Raven countered, smiling.

 

“Is that where we landed?” Anon mockingly pondered. The two shared another smile as they thought about how their first date would go.

 

After drying off from the shower, the two lovebirds got dressed. Despite their inner objections. Anon took very little time to get ready once he was parked in front of his miniaturized dresser. A dresser which sat on top of her dresser. All of his clothes were basic. Unassuming pants and unassuming t-shirts, covering up his unassuming underwear. They had found a way to fabricate clothes of his size, but neither of them were fashion designers. Hiring one (if they failed to find a friend to fill the role) was on the to-do list. He so often was totally nude around Raven that it didn’t feel like a priority. If going out on dates was to become the norm, though, he’d have to start dressing the part. Raven’s steamy thoughts of Anon in a dashing suit, may just speed things along in that direction

 

Raven also rarely dressed herself up in anything other than her superhero costume. When she was “off the clock” (a dry joke she’d tell since a superhero is always on call), though, she’d often stick to a pair of snug volleyball shorts. The t-shirts she’d wear didn’t cling nearly as tightly to her body as her shorts did. But it didn’t mask her curves, either. And so, although she rarely dressed outside that norm, her first date with her boyfriend demanded something special.

 

The patient boyfriend had been swinging his legs as he sat on the edge of her dresser, waiting for her to reemerge from her closet and tell him if there would be six more weeks of Winter. Considering she usually threw on whatever, she rarely took more than a few minutes to dress. Now that she had reached the double digits in minutes, Anon was feeling the wait more and more. When finally she emerged, however, he saw the wait had been worth it.

 

Heeled Doc Marten boots with more buckles than they likely needed. A pair dark grey skinny jeans that showed off the length of her legs as well as their pleasing shape. As well as showed off her legs themselves, thanks to the holes and rips decorating the pair. After the waist of the pants, there were several inches of bared flesh. Just enough to show off her belly button – if she reached her arms up. Above that she wore something truly off-brand but also truly stunning.

 

The members of the Justice League often took mentoring duties for the Teen Titans, even if they weren’t related by blood and/or costume. They’d give guidance, training, but also gifts. Things they felt could enhance their lives both in their hero lives as well as their civilian ones. A hero who took a keen interest in Raven was Zatanna. Magician extraordinaire, known for her stage presence both in battle and on the literal stage. She was also known for her tit-complimenting corsets.

 

While Zatanna was happy to give Raven advice on spells and combat, she also enjoyed trying to dress her up. Among the gifts Zatanna had given her were a number of corsets. One of which Raven was currently wearing. Black (of course), with a gold zipper that ran up the front. True to its purpose, it hugged her midsection snugly, while also squeezing her tits up and together. It was actually the most conservative of the corsets she’d been given. This one actually covered the nipples. Raven also wore a black half-cut jacket. It all the more framed her generous assets.

 

Is she really thinking about going out like that? Anon wondered but didn’t vocalize. He didn’t want to risk her covering up. Mouth agape, he started to lean forward. Forward enough that he slipped off the edge of the dresser.

 

“Wow…Raven you- Oh god!” he yelled as he felt himself leave the dresser. Raven made sure he never reached the floor. Midway down, she’d caught up with a bit of magic. Rather than put him back, she beckoned him closer. Floating towards her, Anon couldn’t take his eyes off the look on her face. Surprising that anything could pull his attention away from her chest. Once he was close enough, she dropped him onto her palm and lifted him up to her face.

 

“Does this mean my look made you fall head over heels for me?” she asked with as much confidence as she could muster, suppressing the urge to cringe at her own pun. He’d seen her naked. He’d been inside of her. She’d seen his reaction just seconds prior. She knew she looked good. However, showing off a new look, especially a racy one, understandably made her anxious. She could interpret his aghast expression in several ways. Even though it was most likely a positive one, the negatives were still possible.

 

“You…you look amazing!” he said, surprised laughter mixed with his voice. “I’m just surprised. I’ve never seen you in this outfit.”

 

“It’s my first time wearing it,” she revealed. “Zatanna likes to gift me corsets from time to time. Fishnet stockings too, but I’ll save those for our second date.” She was only half joking about wearing the fishnets the next time they went out. “Normally I wouldn’t wear one,” Raven continued, with a blush, “but I needed something that kept my breasts firmly together today.”

 

“And why do you need to keep your breasts firmly together today?” he asked, certain he’d like the reason.

 

“Because today,” she replied, anticipation mounting in her voice, “you get to ride in style.” Anon was no stranger to riding along with Raven, supported by her mountainous breasts. Whether in a bra, pressed against a nipple, or being squeezed between her tits. Anon had done it all. This time, however, she clearly had no intention of hiding him under a shirt or leotard.

 

“Are you sure that’s…safe?” What are you doing, Anon? Are you trying to talk her out of this?

 

“I gave it a lot of thought, and I do,” she answered confidently. “Riding on my shoulders is fine when we’re in the tower, since I trust everyone in here. But we’re going out in public. I don’t want you to accidentally fall, or some bold person grabbing you.” Anon could see the slight worry on her features as she played out the scenarios in her head. “But if you’re between my breasts, I can keep an eye on you at all times. And these babies are hugged so tight that no one someone could reach in and pull you out fast enough before I stopped them.” Raven gave him a reassuring back rub.

 

“I thought about maybe putting you in a purse,” Raven continued, “but I don’t think that’d be very comfortable for you. I’d also have to actually own a purse. Besides…” she paused for a moment as she unsuccessfully tried to will her blush away, “a purse would keep you hidden, and I…I want people to see you.” The towering goth girl couldn’t help but nibble on her bottom lip. “I want them to know that you’re with me, and I’m with you.”

 

“You want to make them jealous?” Anon asked.

 

“Maybe a little,” Raven admitted with a grin. She punctuated her implied love by giving him a sweet, small, kiss. Something that wouldn’t literally knock him on his ass.

 

“I know how you feel,” Anon said. “Being shrunken down, I know people look at me differently. Like I’m someone to be pitied. But if they see me with you? All they’re going to feel when they look at me is pure jealously.” Anon smiled proudly at that thought. They still might look at him as some poor, unfortunate, soul. But he knew there wouldn’t be one among them that wouldn’t wish to trade places with him.

 

“That’ll be the plan then?” Raven asked with a devious smirk. “You make ‘em jealous, I make ‘em horny?” They shared a laugh at that. Though said in jest, they were confident that’s exactly what would happen.

 

With the two of them dressed and ready to go, Raven carried Anon over to her chest. No better time than then to get him seated. With one firm grip she forced open her cleavage. Separating her breasts as best she could so he could nestle in. She sported an impressive shelf, but there was no way he’d be able to hang on all day. With a gentle grip, she lowered Anon into her cleavage. Once he was about armpit deep, she released her breasts and let them firmly close around his body. He’d ridden in her cleavage before, but it had never been this tight. Thankfully, it was nevertheless comfortable.

 

“Are you comfortable?” She asked, peering down at him.

 

“First class seating as far as I’m concerned,” he complimented, successfully causing a small blush. She never grew tired of his praise of her. Not just her body, but her personality too. But when you’re more than waist deep in someone’s cleavage, it’s the body one thinks about.

 

“Then hang on,” she gently warned. “We need to do the bounce test, see how secure it is.” The bounce test was exactly what it sounded like. With increasing intensity, Raven bounced her chest up and down, seeing if he’d pop out or sink deeper. Slow at first, slight jostles at a rhythmic pace. Then growing faster and rougher. Every bounce resulted in a one or two little bounces when she stopped. Her tits were just too jiggly to stay stationary after one hop. Raven started to pant. Not from exertion, but from arousal. Feeling her boyfriend trapped between her boobs, holding on as she shook what her mama gave her.

 

Her speed and intensity started to match her motions when she masturbated in the past. By and large, when Raven was getting off, it was with Anon either in her or on her. His sexual appetite was nearly as large as hers, so if she was in the mood, he was in the mood. Sometimes, however, he wanted to watch. Being so small, his view of her throes of passion was very up close and personal. So much so that he never saw the full picture. Therefore, sometimes, he opted to sit back on and watch. Sometimes she’d use just her hands. Sucking on her fingers before, and after, she fingered herself. Other times she employed some “marital aids.” Although, they just called them sex toys.

 

Before she met Anon, Raven had a healthy collection of sex toys. Some designed to stimulate her from the outside. Others from the inside. And a few that did both. Anon was the greatest “sex toy” she’d ever had. But in the event he wanted to watch, she was covered. Sometimes she stayed on her back, purring louder and louder until it became throaty moans. Thrusting her hips up in passionate need as her climax began to crest. Begging him to stop watching and start exploring. Only making her hotter when he said no. Other times, she was face down on the bed. Either on all fours or face down/ass up. Anon liked to watch from either end.

 

One toy in particular allowed her to comfortably ride it, putting her into a cowgirl position. That was the position that she thought back on as her tits were bouncing wildly in the present. The toy allowed her to really bounce and grind. Half the time her breasts bounced freely. Rising up, falling down, and clapping against each other. The rest of the time she had to hold onto them. When they got too sore and had to recover. But that just gave her time to play with her nipples.

 

Back in the present, Raven wished she could work up a sweat like she did when she was masturbating on that toy. She imagined the budding droplets forming on her skin and sliding down her chest. They’d be corralled into her cleavage by the gentle slopes of her tits. Anon would be soaked by every bit of sweat. He’d be coated in her. That kind of power thrilled her. As hot as it would be, she didn’t want to get all sweaty before she went out. She could only imagine how uncomfortable that’d be for her, and for him.

 

This wasn’t Anon’s first rodeo. He knew how to position his body to avoid either scenario. No way was he going to fail the bounce test and be placed anywhere else. So, through his efforts and hers, the bounce test was successful. Even if he felt it went on a bit longer than usual.

 

Everything set, Raven and Anon started down the hallway, eager to head out on their first date. One step into the living room, and Raven was jumped. Big. Happy. Orange. Starfire had ambushed Raven, taking her by surprise, and soon taking her into her arms.

 

“Friend Raven!” she exclaimed. Before Raven could object, Starfire brought her into a tight hug. Her hugs were nothing new, of course. Raven wasn’t keen on them, but she knew better than to fight Starfire’s affections. However, she’d never had Anon stuck in her cleavage (which was at its tightest) while Starfire hugged her.

 

Anon’s eyes went wide as he saw Starfire’s bountiful tits come surging his way. It had been determined, by Raven and Starfire in private, that Raven’s breasts were bigger. However, Starfire only lost by a scant amount. Regardless of who was bigger, Starfire’s breasts were still very large. And moving very fast. Anon knew Raven wouldn’t be able to stop her in time, so he took a deep breath and awaited impact.

 

Starfire pulled Raven into a tight, hug, smashing her tits against Raven’s and smothering Anon. The alien babe enjoyed hugging everyone. She especially loved hugging Raven, though. Feeling her chest smushed against Raven’s excited her in more ways than one. Judging by the little buds she often felt through Raven’s costume, she knew Raven enjoyed them too.

 

Raven started to push Starfire off as soon as she could, but the alien was very strong. She saw no risk of the hug lasting long enough for Anon to suffocate, but she didn’t want him to be feeling any discomfort. She could only imagine what being trapped between two giant sets of giantess tits must feel like. Maybe not so bad, she thought. Still, she needed Starfire off.

 

“Starfire! Stop! No hugging! Anon is with me,” Raven protested, finally pushing Starfire off of her chest. Though it was more like Starfire backed off. While Raven checked on Anon to make sure he was okay, smiling at his reassuring hug of her finger, Starfire also observed Anon. More specifically, where he was.

 

“Oh my, Friend Raven!” she said with a giggle. “I did not think you would have Boyfriend Anon in such a place, out in the open like this. You must truly be in the like-like with him.”

 

“Starfire,” Raven groaned, “you don’t call him ‘Boyfriend Anon.’ He’s my boyfriend, not yours. ‘Friend Anon’ is fine.”

 

“Oh, I know,” Starfire pouted. “It is just so hard to not be doing the sharing of your affections for him.” Demonstrated, Starfire bent over slightly to face Anon face-to-face. “I am sorry for the hug, Boyfriend Anon. I hope it was not too much?”

 

“I’m fine, Starfire, thank you.” Anon reassured her with a friendly wave.

 

“Wonderful!” Then, in surprise, Starfire quickly moved forward and gave him a big kiss on…well everything. From where he was sitting, every part of him that wasn’t between Raven’s tits was then encompassed by Starfire’s lips. And Starfire kissed with tongue. Just the tip, just enough to let him know she licked him, but not enough for Raven to know. Of course, anyone who saw this exchange would just see Starfire diving headfirst into a set of bountiful goth cleavage. Not a bad sight at all.

 

“Starfire!” Raven barked, pushing her back again after two seconds of the shockingly generous two kiss. “Boundaries! We talked about this.”

 

“Sorry, Friend Raven!” Starfire said, her voice sounding more chipper than remorseful. “I am glad I found you, though. I was hoping you and I, and Boyfriend Anon, would like to do the hanging of the outs today.” Starfire gave her excited smile, hoping to sweep Raven up in the excitement and say yes.

 

“Sorry, Starfire. Anon and I already made plans for today.”

 

“Please, may I be joining you, then?” Starfire negotiated. “We could have the threesome!” Raven and Anon both knew what she meant, but it was hard not to picture the other definition.

 

“This is actually just a me and Anon thing, Starfire,” Raven said, once more sadly rejecting Starfire’s attempts to spend time with them. “We’re actually…going on a date.” She figured that if Starfire knew that much, she’d be more understanding of the rejection. Based on Starfire’s excited gasp, she did.

 

“How wonderful! I understand, then,” Starfire accepted with a firm nod. “I shall spend the time with another friend, today. And I want to hear all about your date!”

 

Raven didn’t spare another second in the tower after giving Starfire a friendly pat on the shoulder. She was eager to get on with their date. She also didn’t want to risk Starfire finding some way to tag along, regardless of it being a date. With that, the pair were off to the county fair.

The trip to the county fair was a smooth one. Entirely due to Raven flying the whole way there. Her ability to glide always gave Anon a comfortable and safe ride. However, within the safety of her tight cleavage, she allowed herself to actually walk, once they were at the fair grounds. Beneficial to both of them, as she didn’t want to hover around in a crowd. No reason to draw more attention than a shrunken man in her tits would give her. Anon himself enjoyed the walking for the slight vibrations it caused. Every footfall caused her breasts to jump a very slight amount. Nearly imperceptible to most. But to Anon, it caused fun, slight, squeezes and bounces on his body.

 

As they predicted, the couple drew plenty of wide-eyed stares and thoughts of ‘that lucky son of a bitch.’ Raven already would have drawn plenty of eyes to her curvaceous body, especially her proudly presented tits. Throw in a miniature man squeezed between her boobs, and you got yourself mouths agape in surprise. Thankfully, no one in the city was a stranger to bizarre super-power-shenanigans. So, while a woman with a man riding in her cleavage was surprising, it wasn’t enough to freak anyone out. Raven typically shied away any and all attention. However, she had to admit (only to herself) that she was enjoying the lustful and envious stares. So long as no one tried to interact with her.

 

First on the agenda was, of course, to get some carnival food. There were plenty of options that would be perfect for the both of them. Except for caramel apples. That would be too difficult for either of them to eat. Though, Anon did think about a fun way Raven could unstick him from one. In any case, they opted first for some funnel cake. Raven would tear off a small piece for him, while leaving the lion’s share for herself. A piece of fried dough and powdered sugar, as big as him, as the height of decadence.

 

There’s no way to eat funnel cake and not get messy. Sure, you could try to employ a napkin. If you wanted to look like an asshole. Raven and Anon both knew that the only way to clean up after funnel cake was to lick your fingers clean. Anon looked up to watch Raven do exactly that. It was impossible for him not to see the action as erotic. One after another, each dirty finger disappearing into her mouth. Plump lips sealing it inside while her tongue worked every bit of sweet sugar off the digit. Lips remained squeezed around the finger even as it was pulled out. With every exit, her fingers caused a small pop sound from between her sugary lips. Soon as she was done, she licked those clean, too.

 

He was barely 15 minutes into their date, and already his erection was being painfully grinded against the swell of her breast.

 

While Anon could lick his own fingers clean, a man at his size, with funnel cake portions of those sizes, was bound to get more than just his fingers caked in sugar. In fact, there were small portions of powdered sugar on Raven’s tits. Noticing this as she peered down, Raven couldn’t contain her smirk at what was to come. Delicately, not wanting to surprise him with her grip, Raven pulled him free of her cleavage. Unsurprisingly, those who were already looking her way began to shamelessly stare.

 

Raven held him up in front of her mischievous face. Bit by bit, she dragged her fingertips across her breasts where the sugar had collected. Bit by bit, she gently slid each finger, individually, into her mouth. Moving them slowly down her tongue, making him watch at she licked free the white powder. Every bit was sealed away in her mouth for only a moment before a small gulp was heard. When she opened her lips again, the sugar was gone. As if it was some kind of magic trick. It was definitely a show Anon enjoyed.

 

Much as she would like to lick Anon head to toe, it would be a bad idea. Anon would be left soaked in her saliva, leaving him uncomfortable and damp. Instead, with practiced accuracy and grace, she pressed the tip of her tongue against his messy face. Sure, he could have cleaned off his face himself. A tiny bit of napkin would do the trick. In fact, that’s exactly what she would have him do for his shirt. But both know the other would find licking his face clean more fun. Soon as he was acceptably cleaned, Raven safely secured him between her tits. Everyone who watched the erotic exchange had to find a seat and stay there until their breathing slowed. With the funnel cake done, Raven bought yet another sugary treat: cotton candy.

 

Like the funnel cake, the cotton candy was very easy to portion out in small sizes for Anon. Much easier to clean, too. Although he was a little sticky afterwards. With the obligatory carnival fair eaten, Raven began to choose what to do next. However, she wasn’t the only one on the date, so she decided Anon should have a vote too.

 

“Now that we’re all sticky,” she playfully observed, “what should we do next, Anon?”

 

“How about we go on a ride?” He immediately regretted the suggestion. Sometimes he forgot the limitations of his height. Going on a ride was just not feasible. They were either too fast or too intense for him; even with him being snug as a bug in Raven’s cleavage. Although he was mostly comfortable with his reduced stature, it wasn’t like he enjoyed reminding himself (and Raven) what he couldn’t do anymore. Fun carnival rides were on the list. Nevertheless, Raven began peering through the crowds, trying to find a ride for them to enjoy. Anon found it torturous as he sat in silence while she pondered. He felt like she was coming to the realization that he was holding her back. Rather than regrettably shoot down his idea, though, Raven found a solution.

 

“Let’s get onto the Ferris Wheel,” Raven happily concluded. She wasn’t too surprised he suggested rides. Despite his size, he never bemoaned what he couldn’t do, and found workarounds when he could. She was confident she could keep him safe, but she also didn’t want to induce any unnecessary risk. Rather than let him down gently, though, she considered all options. And a nice, leisurely ride on the Ferris Wheel was the perfect choice.

 

The line to get on wasn’t very long. After all, most people were in line for the more exciting rides. Not for a mobile bench. While Raven was all too happy to get on, Anon wasn’t. He had nothing against her choice. It could actually be a relaxing time. Still, he felt like she was having to hold herself back because of him. Once inside the Ferris Wheel’s car, Raven sat back, relaxed.

 

“I don’t know why I chose to wear heels,” Raven opined. “Sure, they make my butt look great, but my feet are killing me. I think I’m just not used to walking.” After her soft complaint, she waited a few beats for Anon to say something sarcastic, or at least affirmative. However, he’d gone silent. “Anon?” she asked with slight concern. “You alright down there?”

 

“I’m sorry, Raven,” he answered after a soft sigh.

 

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” Anon was not known to do anything she’d expect an apology for, so Raven was confused.

 

“Because of me, we can’t go on any of the more thrilling rides.” As if he didn’t deserve to look up at her, he kept his head low, letting his body sink further against her comforting breasts. He wasn’t sure why it was getting to him so much. Likely it was due to it being a public date, so he wanted nothing holding them back. While he was imagining sinking further and further into her cleavage, suddenly Raven plucked him free and sat him down on her palm so she can speak face to face with him. Something she usually only did when she wanted to be serious or sexy.

 

“Now you listen here,” Raven started with firmness, sounding almost annoyed at his behavior. Not a good feeling being on the other end of that tone. “Don’t ever think you’re holding me back. I have been able to do so much because you’re with me. I never would have gone to a fair before I met you. Yet here I am, surrounded by people. And I hate most people!” she said with some sarcasm, though she really did find strangers to be, at best, irritating.

 

“Secondly,” she continued, “I don’t care about those more thrilling rides. Just last week, I plunged into the four-dimensional belly of an Eldritch beast and severed, and contained, its black heart before teleporting it into a black hole. Bumper cars and teacups don’t excite me,” Raven explained. “Now a nice, leisurely, ride in the Ferris Wheel? With my wonderful boyfriend? That’s something I don’t get to do every day.”

 

“Well, when you put it like that…” Anon couldn’t help but blush. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away, embarrassed. Suddenly he felt silly for feeling like he was holding her back. She’d never given any indication that she couldn’t live her life with him in it. Although his anxieties and insecurities would never fully be squashed, they were muted when he considered how much Raven enjoyed his company. How much she loved him. She hadn’t said the words yet, but he was confident it was the truth. It was certainly true for him. Anon gave a soft sigh as Raven gently stroked his head with her finger. “In that case, I guess we’ll just sit back and enjoy each other’s company,” Anon concluded. Raven’s mischievous smirk begged to differ.

 

With practiced gentleness, Raven gripped the bottom of Anon’s shirt and pulled it up over his head. Though surprised, it wasn’t like he could halt her progress. But he could question her motive.

 

“Uh, what are you doing, Raven?” he asked, peering left and right, as if there might be some strangers hovering outside their car, ready to gasp and chastise them.

 

“You wanted thrills in your ride, right?” Raven replied. “So, I’m going to give you some thrills. Now take off your pants.” Taking off the shirt was easy enough, but pants were another matter. Doable, but prime for mishaps. Purple eyes watched intently as more and more of him was revealed. Once his pants were down to his knees, Raven gave another command. “Underwear too.” Just in case he thought it was just an R rated ride.

 

“Raven, just what kind of thrills are you planning to give me?” As if he needed to ask. Part of him wanted to confirm, so he didn’t make an ass out of himself with presumptions. Another part was confident he knew, but he wanted to hear that sexily husky voice of hers say it.

 

“The kind that finish when you do,” she vaguely explained. Her words weren’t clear, but her tone was. Not to mention that maneater look in her eyes. “Whether or not it’s before we get back to the bottom of the wheel is up to you.”

 

A race against the clock. Appropriately enough, their car was situated at 12 o’clock. If Anon didn’t have his fill of ‘thrills’ by the time they hit 6 o’clock, there would be a lot of surprised patrons waiting to take their car. The rules set, Anon kicked off his underwear. Raven collected the bits of cloth in her other hand, then began.

 

Despite having lips that could easily envelop him, Raven had become a master of tiny, little, kisses. She’d mastered a lot of actions in a similar variety, all to interact with him better. But no action was given more care than kissing. Her thick lips puckered together softly, and then, even softer, she planted a kiss on his leg. Little by little she dotted his body with chaste pecks of affection.

 

This drove him crazy.

 

She wasn’t trying to get him aroused. He’d been spending the day in her cleavage. He was plenty aroused, already. Instead, she was just torturing him. Lovingly, of course. If he thought she’d go right for her prize, so as not to waste time, he was very mistaken. It was all worth it just to feel him squirm against her kiss. Hands pushing against, and sinking into, her lips. Legs squirming impatiently. It was all just so much fun for her.

 

Anon would have thought it torture if it didn’t also feel amazing. Once her trail of kisses reached his face, she made another trail going South. But now she had added the extra sensation of a light dart with the tip of her tongue in between each kiss. Rather than drag the foreplay all the way back down his leg and back up again, Raven spared him further torture and stopped once she was around his hips.

 

Any doubts he might have had about what ‘game’ she was playing with him were gone the second her salivating mouth stopped around his painfully erect cock.  Many other thoughts he had were gone too. Just the singular one of “please don’t stop.” In that moment, and until her job was done, his world was entirely her. Anon felt her smile proudly as he fall back and completely surrender himself to her.

 

Soft, cushiony, lips lightly pressed down against him while his erection stayed snug between them. Welcoming tongue slid across and over his cock. Gently, Raven began to suck. It was a delicate tightrope between ineffectively light and overwhelmingly strong, but the two had put a lot of time into nailing it. Her strongest weapon, though, was her voice. A series of moans and purrs that danced from her mouth to his body. Once the purring began, Anon started to thrust upwards between her lips. Like clockwork, she thought.

 

“Oh…Oh fuck, Raven,” Anon groaned, trying his best to remember words. His head rolled to the side, and he peered out of the car. He wasn’t sure how close they were to the bottom yet. However, he couldn’t see the tops of any tents or stands, so he figured he had enough time to enjoy himself. Lovingly he drew his hands all across her lips. Caressing them. Hugging them. Squeezing them as best he could. He even dipped an arm between them. Softly he moved his hand across the inside of her lip.

 

Feeling this, Raven couldn’t help but curb Naughty Raven and wear Romantic Raven’s cape for a moment. Curling her index finger forward, she stroked Anon’s head. When his swung his arm around the digit, hugging it, she nearly stopped everything just so she could hug him close to her heart. Make him feel has fast he made her heart go. However, she remembered the game, and she could tell it was close to ending. For whatever reason, he was holding out as long as he could. Even though the promise was to keep going until he came, even if she had to walk around the fair with him humping her mouth, she wasn’t sure she could do that. Fun as it may sound. She feared he might be trying to call her bluff.

 

While Raven had been unable to forget where they were, Anon had. All that he needed to know was that he had her, and she most definitely had him. Lost though he was, he would be found. During one of his head rolls, he opened his eyes, and this time he could tell they were nearing the bottom. Now the thrill was making way for panic. Luckily, it wasn’t like he was far from cumming. He’d just been holding it off. The deadline approaching all too quickly, Anon thrust into her mouth with vigor. He focused on the feeling of her mouth and tongue working in tandem to caress his body. He took in the lavender scent of her skin. He listened to (and felt) the sounds coming out of her mouth. Just as their car was nearing the end, Anon finally came. Bit by bit he splashed the tip of her tongue.

 

“Quick, put on your shirt,” Raven whispered, her tone a mix of panic of being caught, and excitement of being caught. Normally she’d let him catch his breath, but time was running out. Raven’s eyes kept darting over to the ride operator. By the time Anon had gotten his shirt on, they were out of time. Quickly, while minding she wasn’t too rough with him, Raven shoved him back into her cleavage. Pantless.

 

Anon was sticking out between her tits just as much as he had been before they got on the ride. This masked the fact that he was now naked from the waist down. Naked and squeezed against her tits from all sides. Once he was certain they’d gotten away with it, her squeezing flesh was all he could think about. Not more than 60 seconds after he just finished getting a blow job, too. She’s turning me into a sex fiend, he thought, happily.

 

Raven quickly moved away from the ride. The further she got, the safer she felt. The safer she felt, the more she allowed herself to giggle. She couldn’t believe she’d just done that. And without so much as a second thought, too. He’s turning me into a sex fiend, she thought, happily. It was then it finally dawned on her that he was half naked in her cleavage. Just for fun, she walked with a bit more bounce in her step.

 

“Hey, Raven,” Anon called up, small interruptions in his voice from the persistent, though enjoyable, bouncing, “see if you can find some place private.”

 

“Private?” Given the previous activity, her natural assumption was he wanted to do something naughty. Luckily for him, she did too. The whole event had gotten her riled up. She’d even been thinking of how best to get off, later. Seems he might have some ideas to take care of things now. “What are you planning, Anon? Fun? Revenge?”

 

“A little of both,” he unashamedly said, smiling proud at his insidious plot.

 

Following his simple direction, Raven looked around for somewhere they could hide out. Port-a-Potty was likely the most private and secure. However, if her hunch was right, she didn’t want to do his plan in somewhere like that. Hell, she didn’t want to go there, for anything. Eventually, all she could find was a small alcove between carnival attractions. Cloaked in shadow, deep back enough to avoid passing glances. The lack of any door, though, certainly added an extra dash of excitement.

 

“Alright, Mr. Mastermind,” Raven began, peering down at her copious breasts and her darling boyfriend hugged between them. “What ‘fun revenge’ did you have in mind?”

 

“Step 1: Put me in your panties.” A simple instruction. Raven had expected something naughty, but his bold declaration, avoiding any innuendos, took her aback. For a moment.

 

“Is that it?” she questioned, hoping he’d have some more imagination than that. He usually did.

 

“That’s step one,” he reminded her.

 

After giving another quick look out the alcove, Raven turned her back to the crowd and unzipped her pants. The pants would create a snug fit for anything, or anyone, that went in there. Eagerly anticipating step two, Raven pulled Anon out of her cleavage and held him in front of her, peering down at the already smug looking boyfriend.

 

“What’s step two going to be?” Raven asked. She figured it’d be best to ask now, rather than when he was in her panties. Once that happened, he’d be hard to hear, and she’d find it hard to focus on anything other than getting off.

 

“Wow, you’re so impatient when you’re horny,” Anon teased. Raven bit the corner of her lip at that. For some reason, having Anon point out her arousal just made her hornier. “Step two is you leave me in there.”

 

“Until…?” Raven pressed. That really better not be it, she thought. Well, even if it is, it’ll still feel good.

 

“Until you win me a prize.”

 

Huh. Didn’t see that coming. Raven mulled it over for a moment. It was an odd condition, she thought. But if his game put him between her panties and her moist lips, she’d play along. Raven gave him a sweet kiss after removing his shirt. His pants were already gone (and might be lost, she hadn’t checked), and there was no reason to mess up his shirt. There was no way he’d be coming back out dry.

 

Anon was lowered down past her navel. Silk panties. Good. Lace is sexier, but it can be scratchy, he analyzed. After Raven plucked him out of her palm, she used her other hand to pull her panties out, creating a space for him to enter. Held over his destination, Anon peered down. He could already feel the heat coming off of her. Without so much as a ‘are you ready?’, Raven lowered Anon into her panties. Once she was confident he was safely cradled by the garment, she let it snap back into place. After a quick shiver of pleasure, Raven zipped up her pants and turned back to the crowd.

 

Alright, Raven thought, beginning her inner monologue, this should be easy enough. Just have to win him a prize. Shouldn’t take too long. And if it does and he stays cooped up in my underwear for a while, that’s his business. The goth beauty was already confident she’d win this game of his. Certainly, his role was clear to her, what she hadn’t anticipated was how good he’d be at it.

 

Back down in her pants, Anon sat still and silent for a minute. He didn’t want to start right away. Not with her still enjoying her privacy. It was easy for him to tell when she started to walk. The vibrations from each footfall, as well as the gentle movements of her thighs he felt on either side, helped him gauge how far she’d moved. Still. he waited. Just a bit longer, until he was sure she was back out in the crowds, and then he started the game for real. Starting simply enough by running his hands up and down the outer edges of her lips. Her skin was almost hot to the touch.

 

Raven stood out in the middle of the crowd, looking around for the best game to play. Something simple and easy to win. It wasn’t that she wanted their game to end early and have to yank him out. No reason she had to take him out after she won – and she was confident she’d win. Her real prize was the right to gloat. Suddenly, she realized she might have a harder time than she thought. As soon as he started to caress her, she uttered out a quick cry of arousal. Raven slammed her hand over her mouth, her eyes darting back and forth. Far as she could tell, no one heard her. Or at least no one knew what that quick, sexy, sound was. Raven knew she’d have to be careful. If she wanted to avoid detection, she was already at a disadvantage thanks to her eye-grabbing outfit.

 

Sadly, Anon wasn’t able to hear her quick utterance of pleasure. Too quick, too small, and too many other noises surrounding them. Feeling her thighs suddenly squeeze together, along with a sudden shiver? Now those made it clear he was on the right track. He didn’t switch up methods yet, though. He stayed the course with the gentle rubbing of her lips. The plan was to lull her into a false sense of security, and then shock her with something else. Hopefully, she’d make another public declaration of horny.

 

The ever-heating-up hero zeroed in on the nearest game and marched toward it. Ring Toss. She was confident she’d win this one. A game of precision and skill. She was no Robin, but she knew how to hit a target. Raven didn’t bother listening to the operator’s sales pitch. She immediately asked how much, then went to her back pocket to grab a dollar. Her hand lingered a second or two longer than necessary. Cupping her thick booty while her boyfriend secretly pleasured her in ways no one else could? She couldn’t help but grope herself a little. Regaining focus, Raven slammed the dollar on the counter and took her three rings. Unsurprisingly, her first ring missed. Somewhere along the way, her sex-addled mind forgot that these games are heavily stacked against the player. A fact that Anon was taking advantage of.

 

Anon’s ears perked when he heard a muffled ‘Oh! So close!’ The fake supportive tone of a carnival game worker. There was no way to perfectly time his next move, but he sure was feeling confident. Anon acted quickly, not wanting the opportunity to escape. Suddenly, while still massaging her lips, he lunged forward and sealed his mouth against her clit.

 

His timing turned out to be perfect. Just as Raven was about to toss the next ring, confident she could overcome the fixed aspects of the game, Anon made his next move. His massaging had been soft and gentle. Movements that heavily contrasted against his sudden, intense, and immensely pleasurable attack on her little nub. The rush of arousal came just as her arm was swinging out. Rather than hit her target, the ring flew off through the other side of the game stand. Right as Raven let out a loud, titillating, moan. She took a few seconds to catch her breath. She also did her best to ignore the wide-eyed stare of the carnival worker.

 

Anon himself was getting very aroused, and noticeably so. He was no stranger to the position he was in. Naked, pressed up against his girlfriend’s soft, supple, and inviting pussy. The added thrill of being caught (well, of Raven being caught), did not temper his hardening reaction. For a moment, Anon forgot about trying to affect the outcome of her throws. Instead, he just focused on how good it felt to be so close to her. To be nearly inside of her. To know that even at his height, his every touch affected her. As gentle as he was being, though, Raven was already worked up. So, even his slowed motions kept sending shivers of pleasure along her nerves.

 

“Th-that’s too bad, miss,” the game runner said, “maybe you’d like to try again? I’ll even throw in two free rings, just for being…um…being a good sport.” He stammered and struggled to focus on the sales pitch. He could think well enough to offer her free rings, just to persuade her to stay and keep trying (and failing) to hide her mounting pleasure. He licked his lips while he watched her heavy breasts heave against her corset. The snug garment caused her chest to push out against its firm hold. He knew, in that moment, that if God ever loved him, even a little, he’d make at least one of the fastenings on that corset pop open. Sadly, Raven’s only response to his pitch was to shake her head, wave her hand, and unsteadily walk off. All without a word, not wanting to risk letting out another moan.

 

Oh, that little bastard, she thought partly with frustration, but mostly with affection. I should just shove him inside of me, all the way. See how he likes that…No! He would like that. Hell, I would too. Crafty devil. Raven smirked privately at her boyfriend’s creativity and perversions. As best she could, Raven walked through the crowds, seeking out a game that would be easy to win, even while approaching climax. Her usual seductive, hip-swaying, walk was compromised by her boyfriend. Instead, she walked unsteadily, biting her lower lip, fluttering her eyes, and shoving her hands into her pockets to keep them from squeezing her tits and/or reaching down to help her boyfriend. Raven wasn’t sure how she’d act when that horny in public. If it was anything like when she was in her bedroom, though, she knew she’d be groping herself like crazy.

 

Anon wasn’t having the easiest time in his task. He knew what to do and when to do it, of course. This wasn’t his first rodeo. However, being snugly slipped into her tight jeans, the air heavy with her increasing arousal, all while working every part of his body to please her was tiring work. The knowledge of what he was doing to her, and how much she must be cursing him for it, kept him working hard and happy, though.

 

There, an easy one. The magic goth spotted a game that looked easy enough to win. One where you shoot a water gun at a target as you race to hit the top. So long as you were first, you got a prize. No gimmick, no tricks. Best of, very few people playing. She approached quickly, rubbing her boyfriend against her sex just as fast. Raven leaned forward and bent at the knees to aim at her target more easily. She was too focused on winning, and quelling an orgasm, to realize the effect her ass, thrusted out, was having on the passing patrons. Plus, the effect her hanging, plunging, oh so inviting, cleavage was having on the game runner.

 

Deciding to step up his game, Anon intensified and diversified his various actions. His hands kept massaging her lips, but more firmly and reaching inside to her inner lips as well. He kept making out with her clit, but threw in the occasional, unpredictable nibble as well. He’d done it enough in the past to know just how much pressure to apply to get her to make her pleasure heard, loud and clear. Finally, he added his legs into the mix. Anon bent a knee, thrusting it forward and slowly inserted it into her. All before extending that leg, slowly, to reach deeper and deeper.

 

Needless to say, Raven didn’t win her game. Her attractive figure and poorly-hidden moans and whimpers attracted plenty of men to saddle up to the game station, though. Their main goal was clear, to leer at the busty beauty, but they tried their best at the game all the same. Better to have plausible deniability if their girlfriends or wives sneered at them. Even with their half focus, though, Raven’s overwhelming pleasure kept her from winning.

 

Her hand was already unsteady, even as she bent down and leaned forward more, so she could brace her elbows on the counter. Her chest and cheeks were flushed. Her breathing quickened. Her eyes refused to focus. Her mouth panted with hungry desperation. She’d never felt this before. He’d given her tons of mind-blowing orgasms, but her body was reacting far more intensely. There was only one factor she could think of to account for the change in behavior. Shit, do I have an exhibitionist fetish? My costume is pretty revealing. This thought was not had while at the game. That would come later. Instead, her thoughts were more like, Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck don’t cum, don’t cum, oh I’m going to kill my wonderful boyfriend, oh shiiiit!

 

Just like that, Raven finally lost the battle against her body. As her orgasm hit, Raven stood upright. Her back arched, squeezing her tits, more than ever before, against her corset. Her arms jerked, aggressively pointing the water gun straight up. The spray splashed against her chin and rained down on her chest. More noticeable than dripping wet goth cleavage was the loud moan of intense pleasure she let out. Raven was only able to quiet herself by biting down on her oh-so-plump lip. Before the carnie could say, “Would you like a free game?” Raven shuffled off quickly.

 

Raven’s pussy had clamped down hard on his leg just as the orgasm was crashing upon her. Even from down in her panties, he heard her attention-grabbing moan. Anon took a break from pleasing her clit to laugh to himself. Crap, I bet she’s pretty embarrassed, actually. I maaay have gone too far with this one, he thought. Interrupting his brainstorming of ways to make it up to her, Raven unzipped her pants and unceremoniously pulled him free.

 

Anon was naked and soaked in the evidence of her orgasm. He rested on her palm as she stared down at him. Her heavy breathing and focused look made him think she might be mad. However, the tone he felt didn’t feel hostile. Well, until Raven shoved him into her mouth without a word. He didn’t even have time to let out a surprised scream.

 

He’d been in her mouth before. Why wouldn’t he have been? Sure, he’d been scared, at first. She could kill him in all kinds of ways just through her sheer size. Something about being eaten, though, scared him the most. He figured it was because it wouldn’t be quick or painless. Once trust was formed, though, he felt comfortable with some “mouth play.” Her unclear mood and sudden launch of him into her maw, though, shocked and scared him. Still, he trusted her enough that he wasn’t terrified. If anything, it felt far more pleasurable than scary.

 

As soon as he plopped onto her tongue, and Raven’s juicy lips closed, sealing out all light, she began to suck on him. Her tongue bucked, flattening him against the roof of her mouth. She licked and poked every relative inch of him. Raven’s mouth was just as masterful at pleasing him as his mouth was at pleasing her. He was hanging onto his orgasm for as long as he could, afraid that if she tasted cum then the ride would be over. When she began to moan, surrounding his entire body with the gentle sound and vibrations, he couldn’t hang on anymore. His arms hugged her tongue tightly as his hips bucked and his seed spilled across her taste buds. Carefully, Raven rolled him safely to the side so she could swallow his release without swallowing him. Now covered in her saliva instead of her cum, Anon was gently released back into her palm. As he lied in her hand, soaked, panting, and spent, Raven gently dabbed at his body with a rough napkin (it was the best she could find).

 

“I hope…I hope you’re not…not mad.” Anon was still coming down, heavy breaths interrupting his sentence while she dried him off.

 

“Well, you’re lucky I like you so much, or I would be mad,” Raven assured, smirking just enough that he knew she was telling the truth.

 

“And if you didn’t like me so much?” he playfully asked.

 

“Hmm…” Raven pretended to give it some thought. “Then I wouldn’t have swallowed your cum, but you instead.” Seeing his eyes go wide at the implications, even though she was clearly joking, Raven gave him a reassuring pat on the head. It seemed to do the trick.

 

“I guess this means you ended up winning me a prize, after all,” he deduced. “Since you pulled me out.”

 

“That I did,” Raven confirmed. She kept him balanced on her palm, while her other hand dug out the item she’d been keeping in her jacket pocket. Her grey fingers, with black nail polish, brought forward a plastic capsule container. A clear dome with an opaque green bottom. Inside was a small stuffed animal. Really, too small to be of any use as a stuffed animal. Though that’s not what caught his attention.

 

“Wait a minute…did this come from one of those turn-crank machines that cost, like, a quarter?” he accused up at her. “You didn’t win this!”

 

“That’s exactly where I got this,” Raven nodded, not trying to hide its source, “and I did so win this. I put in money, I turned the crank, and I got an item I didn’t know about ahead of time. It’s like gambling. And you can win at gambling.”

 

“This is some shaky logic, Raven,” Anon confronted, smiling the whole time.

 

“Well, you’re gonna have to accept it, because I’m not having another public orgasm,” Raven said, standing firm during her pause, then finishing with, “…today.” The two of them shared a knowing smile. They both knew they were far from finished with public displays of affection. “I think we’ve had enough fun for today, though. All those thrills just make me want to get you back home and play some more ‘games.’” Raven leaned in close and purred.

 

“Wow, Raven,” Anon reacted with fake offense, “taking me back to your place after our first date? It almost sounds like you’re a…” Anon took a moment to let the silence push forward her unspoken desire.

 

“Say it…” she begged.

 

“…dirty slut,” he finished proudly. Anon then punctuated the claim but giving her lips a kiss. Raven gave a contented purr and heavy breath coming down on him from above, through her nose. Followed up by pinning him to her hand with a kiss. From anyone else, even her friends, Raven would not take kindly to being called a ‘dirty slut,’ even lovingly. But from Anon? It was like a promise. She knew he could, would, and should do stuff to her that would force her to act like one.

 

“Let’s get you home, where I can enjoy my prize.” Putting the toy away in her jacket, she pulled out his shirt and dropped it on him. While he took the quick second to dress, she treated herself to the sight of his naked boy for just that second more.

 

“Where are my pants?” Anon asked.

 

“They must have gotten lost,” Raven lied. “Oops.”

 

“Cute, real cute.” Anon reacted with only mild annoyance. After all, he’d be riding in her cleavage soon enough. His confidence in that fact was shaken when Raven began to move him around to her back. “Wait, where are you going?”

 

“You didn’t really think I wasn’t going to get you back for your little ‘game,’ did you?” Anon took one last look at her devilish face before he was moved out of her line of sight. With her other hand, Raven slid her fingers into the tight confines of her back pocket. As best she could, she created some space for him to slide into. It would be a far more constricting fit than when he rode ‘up front.’ “And don’t worry about someone grabbing you without me seeing,” Raven said with equal measures of teasing and genuine attempt to calm him. “People have been trying to grab at this ass for years. I know how to fight off bold hands.” With that final promise, Raven push down on his shoulders just a bit more to get his entire body down into her back pocket.

 

At no point was Anon in the least bit upset by this.

The trip back home from the fair took considerably longer than the one to get to it. The first trip they flew to their destination. A leisurely glide, slowed only to keep Anon from getting blasted by high winds. The return, however, they decided to walk. It was Anon’s idea, and it was a request Raven begrudgingly obliged. Her boots hadn’t done her feet any favors, so the last thing she wanted was to stay on them when she didn’t have to. Truthfully, Anon hadn’t considered her feet might be sore. He just really enjoyed hanging out in her back pocket, snugly pressed up against her ass. It wasn’t until Raven complained about her feet that he realized his mistake. Immediately, Anon apologized.

 

“Don’t worry about it,” Raven reassured. “I know my butt is irresistible. It’s my cross to bear.” She dryly joked, but for Anon it as completely true. “Just need to get off my feet for five minutes and then we can get going.” Anon was all too happy to tell her to take all the time she needed. Then, he had a thought.

 

Wait, why does she need to take a break? Can’t she just start flying? She’ll be off her feet either way. While Anon tried to work out her logic, Raven was already picking out the perfect spot. Sure, the benches along the park’s path would work as a place to keep up her sore heels (she was certain she’d have him rubbing them later). But they were too hard. She preferred a softer seat. At least for her current purposes. Swaying her hips, Raven sauntered over to a lovely looking spot at the base of a tree. It wasn’t until she reached back to pull Anon out, only to put him back in, now facing her butt, that he knew what she wanted.

 

In the middle of his playful chastising, acting like he’d solved the ‘case,’ Anon was pressed firmly against her cheek, muffling the rest of his thought. A few seconds later, Raven gently lowered herself and sat comfortably (at least for her) on the soft ground. She knew that he would have been fine with the bench. He had been other times in the past. However, she didn’t want to be too rough with him. At least not until they were back home. Let him think the worst of it is over, she thought wickedly. The two loved to mess with one another. Sexually or otherwise. Usually sexually. Gently, Raven grinded against the ground, forcing herself, and Anon, deeper into the dirt. All under the guise of ‘getting comfortable.’

 

Anon, meanwhile, couldn’t be happier. The durability spell meant that while he was too strong to be damaged by her full weight, he would still feel the weight. That crushing sensation, knowing its source, excited him. There was nothing he could do about it, though. Also exciting. He was pressed flat into the dirt, his body hidden inside her back pocket. Any and all stimulation was under her control. A delightful frustration, he found, especially as she started to grind her ass against the ground – and him.

 

Even though he was tough, he still needed air. To supply him, Raven made sure to lift her ass up off the ground, giving him, and her ass print, some air. And then it was right back into the dirt. With all the grinding and bouncing he could handle.

 

Anon was splayed out like he was making a snow angel. Though there was nothing holy and innocent about what they were doing. At his size, his hugging didn’t register for her. She could feel him beneath her, but that was the extent of it. But it didn’t stop him from trying. With his pants gone, the only layer between her skin and him was her jeans. He let out a grunt every time she made those little bounces. Just strong enough to reassert her weight, but not enough to knock the wind out of him. As she saw the sun start to go down, she figured it was time to stand up and head home.

 

Instinctively, Raven reached back with both hands and started to slap the dirt off her backside. After the second slap she remembered where Anon was and what she was doing to him. Smirking, making sure there was no one around, Raven turned her slaps into spanks. Just a few times. A few more times of him being utterly dominated by his powerful giantess girlfriend. Satisfied, Raven reached back and pulled Anon free of her pocket, then brought him to her face to make sure he was okay. His smile spoke loud and clear.

 

“Oh no,” Raven proclaimed with purposefully bad acting, “how could I have been so careless? I left my boyfriend in my pocket. Then I sat on him, bouncing over and over again. He has become a victim of my large, overwhelming, sexy ass. Dear boyfriend, can you ever forgive me for grinding you into the dirt with my giant ass?”

 

“Oh…how can I stay mad at that face?” Anon relented. “I forgive you.”

 

“Good! And I promise I probably won’t sit on you with my perfectly shaped butt, again.” Raven sealed the unnecessary apology by giving Anon a full body kiss. “Now we really need to get home,” Raven said, back to speaking normally. “This date has been steamier than I expected.” Before she took flight, Raven tucked Anon into her cleavage. He’d had enough fun in her back pocket, she figured. Besides, with her cleavage, she could look down at him and actually have a conversation. Even better, they could watch the sunset together as she glided home. Though she wouldn’t admit she had been looking forward to something so sappy.

 

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Raven and Anon were having a giggly conversation when they arrived back at the tower. Though she’d never admit to giggling at anything. They were so lost in their back and forth that they didn’t sense at all the person rapidly approaching from ahead of them.

 

“Hello friend Raven and boyfriend Anon!” Starfire exclaimed with the same excitement a puppy might have upon its master’s return. Raven let out a quick yell and instinctively pressed her hand to her chest. One might assume to steady a rapid heart. Another might know she was shielding Anon from the unassessed ‘threat.’

 

“Dammit, Star!” Raven snapped. “Don’t do that.” After taking a deep breath and looking down at Anon to make sure he was okay, the goth turned her attention back to Starfire. “What do you need?” she asked with as much friendliness as her irritation would allow.

 

“Oh! I am sorry!” Star’s apology was completely sincere. They always were. There wasn’t a deceitful bone in her body. Coupled with her green puppy dog eyes, it was impossible to stay mad at her. “Since you are back from your time out, I was hoping you would want to hang out now.” As willing as Anon was to spend some time with Starfire, his decision not at all impacted by her super model body floating in front of him, Raven knew the value of being firm with her orange-haired teammate.

 

Just based on Starfire’s dress, Raven knew she didn’t have it in her to go out. Even if she wasn’t coming back from a long day. The woman was born to wear sexy clothing, there was just no getting around it. Starfire looked absolutely poured into a stunning dark blue dress. The number had just the one strap, leaving her other shoulder totally bare. Though it was a tight dress, it only acted as a megaphone to announce Starfire’s super model, superhero, body. A series of accessories and a pair of matching shoes, perfect for dancing, completed the look. No matter how amazing Star looked, though, all Raven saw was a roadblock on her way to a foot massage.

 

“Sorry, Star, but Anon and I are beat. Let’s have a movie night tomorrow,” Raven suggested. “Just the three of us.” Usually that’d be more than enough to satisfy the friendly alien, but she looked undeterred. In fact, she looked desperate. Before either Raven or Anon could ask her what was worrying her, they would learn for themselves.

 

The moment Raven’s name was heard, the meddlesome visitor snuck up behind her. Moving slowly, but deliberately, and above all quietly. Starfire was just about to beg Raven further, when suddenly she saw the approaching figure. Before she could warn her friend, trouble arrived. With a pounce, the young woman came up from behind Raven. Ignoring the common sense that she shouldn’t, the dark-haired woman swung her arms up under Raven’s own and quickly gripped as much of Raven’s tits as she could fit in her hands.

 

“Raven!” called out a thrilled voice. “Sweet hell, did your tits get even bigger?” She did a measurement that was far from scientific. Her fingers pressed in on the pale flesh, kneading her breasts together and squeezing them tight. She did have an expert technique, though. Raven’s hardening nipples were proof that even the groped-goth gained some enjoyment from the mystery woman’s aggressive massaging. However, it took only a few seconds before Raven remembered where Anon was.

 

Anon hadn’t been given a moment to react. One second he was watching Starfire, the next the “walls” were closing in on him. He couldn’t even get out a yelp before he was swallowed up by his girlfriend’s giant cleavage. Instinctively, he fought back. Pushing against a tit before it shoved him right back. Shoved him right into the other tit. One big worry he had was falling down too deep. The corset and Raven’s breasts’ size did a good job for keeping him safe and secure in her cleavage. However, the sudden and aggressive groping caused the cleavage to widen and shrink, rapidly. He could feel himself slipping further and further.

 

“Ah! Fuck, Blackfire!” Raven yelped, following into an angry shout. She reached up to pull her hands away, but Blackfire’s strength far exceeded her own.

 

Before Raven had to yell at her to stop, Blackfire switched up tactics. Reluctantly, she released her breasts, letting them settle back into the shape her corset demanded. She stepped away, too, but only to check out Raven’s ass. Blackfire openly bit into her bottom lip. No reason to hide her arousal when she’d happily vocalize it.

 

“Damn, Raven,” she said, impressed. “And you have a fantastic ass. Where’s that purple leotard, though? I wanted to see you in something skintight and showing off your legs.” One could never be certain if Blackfire’s flirting was genuine or not. Either she wanted to fuck you, or she just wanted to fuck with you. Raven knew her well enough to not pursue either. For Blackfire, though, when it came to Raven, whether or not she was fucking with or flirting with the goth came down to her reaction. Raven growling at her in annoyance? Blackfire enjoyed that. Raven trying to stifle her horniness? Well, Blackfire hadn’t seen that, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t stop trying. She even gave Raven a firm spank after complimenting her ass, and was surprised Raven didn’t try to swat her away afterward. Even as she tucked her hand into Raven’s back pocket. Instead, Raven only took a couple steps away and kept focus on her cleavage.

 

“Are you okay?” Raven whispered to Anon, carefully pulling him up from between her breasts. She didn’t want to yank him free, risking him being spotted by Blackfire. Even Starfire felt compelled to look over to Raven’s breasts, hoping to see her best friend’s boyfriend alive and well. He looked disoriented, but otherwise no worse for wear. Starfire’s compassion was a mistake, however. Focused on Raven’s boobs, while Raven was also focused on her own boobs, meant Blackfire, too, wanted to see what was going on with Raven’s boobs.

 

“Whoa!” Blackfire blurted out, breaking the silence. “What the hell is that?” Raven and Starfire had both foolishly taken their attention off Blackfire. Being who she is, Blackfire hated not being the center of attention. And as fascinating as she also found Raven’s tits to be, coming in 2nd place to them left her puzzled. When she quietly floated over (begrudgingly taking her hand off Raven’s backside), Blackfire had no idea she’d see a tiny man living out one of her many Raven-centric fantasies.

 

Instinctively, upon hearing Blackfire’s all too interested voice, Raven darted back, floating just a few inches off the ground. In case she needed to make a quick getaway. And to reduce any undue vibrations sent Anon’s way. Protectively, Raven cupped her hand over Anon, still snug between her breasts. Ordinarily, she might push him down and hide him completely. But she figured he’d had enough being smothered by her tits.

 

“Oh, come on,” Blackfire groaned, “you can’t just pretend I didn’t see something.” Blackfire then realized why Raven had tried to hide him. She’d admit, she was a little hurt that Raven thought she’d wish the little guy any harm. But she’d also admit the fear wasn’t completely unwarranted. If he was actually a tiny human being, her mind raced at the fun they could have together. With or without Raven. “Out with it, what is that?” she demanded, pointing at Raven’s chest.

 

Raven recognized the look in Blackfire’s eyes. When she set her sights on something with that kind of conviction, nothing would stop her until she got her way. Doesn’t mean I can’t bend the truth a little, Raven thought. She knew if she were 100% truthful about her relationship with Anon, it would just bring up more questions. Questions Raven rather not answer. Especially not to Blackfire.

 

“He’s not an it, he’s a person. And his name is Anon,” Raven finally answered, pulling her hand away and letting Blackfire look directly at him. Even uncovered, Raven kept that hand resting on her left breast. Just in case she had to hastily protect him.

 

“Anon, huh? Weird name. So, why is he enjoying the best seat in the house?” Blackfire cared little how he got the way he was. Maybe it was magic. Maybe it was mad science. Maybe he was just born that way. On the hodge-podge of weird that was Earth, they were all equally likely. Now, the answer as to why he was halfway lodged between Raven’s giant tits? There was something Blackfire did want to know.

 

“Because, he’s my famili—”

 

“Because he’s her boyfriend!” Starfire angrily answered, with brutal honesty. To her, she was standing up for their relationship. Making it clear that love can conquer any situation, big or small. Despite being the most well-traveled and sexually experienced of anyone in the Teen Titans, Starfire could be remarkably innocent. And destructively naïve.

 

Raven and Blackfire’s mouths dropped at Starfire’s answer. Raven knew Starfire probably had the best of intentions when blurted out the truth. She also knew she’d opened Pandora’s Box. Blackfire’s widening grin was proof of that.

 

“Oh, we are so talking about this!” Blackfire decided. Without debate, Blackfire then glided past the two women and dropped herself in the middle of the couch. Her arms spread out on the backing, and her legs crossed, welcoming the two to pick a spot on either side of her. For a conversation about teeny-tiny boyfriends, Blackfire wanted to be as intimate as possible.

 

“No, we are not,” Raven countered. She was already making for the hallway when Blackfire called out to her. She knew better to fuel the black flame.

 

“Suit yourself! I mean, I was going to head out for the night, but maybe I can stick around for a bit more. Keep my dear sister company. This couch is pretty comfortable, I bet I could fall asleep on this no problem,” Blackfire threatened. They could forcibly remove her, sure, but not without incurring some damages, as well as making things 10x worse. Much as they hated to do so, sometimes the easiest way to deal with her was to just give her what she wanted.

 

“Oh, friend Raven, please!” Starfire pleaded in hushed tone. “I can not do another day with her. That is why I wanted us to hang out today, so you could be buffing us.” Raven thankfully knew she meant Star wanted her to act as a buffer. The orange-haired beauty wasn’t thrilled about manipulating her friend into hanging out with her, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Speaking of manipulation, Starfire turned up the dial and gave Raven the double-barreled shotgun that were her puppy dog eyes. Raven wasn’t usually one to fall prey to puppy dog anything, but Starfire was a master craftswoman when it came to cute. And manipulation, Raven was learning.

 

“…Ugh! Fine. Ten minutes, and that’s it,” Raven promised. Before negotiations could continue, Raven briskly made her way into the living room. Her eyes rolled at Blackfire patting the seat next to herself. So naturally, Raven took the love seat. The one that put her furthest from Blackfire. Her plan was already backfiring, however. The moment she carefully (as to not jostle Anon) sat herself down in the seat, sinking back into the all-too-comfortable design, Blackfire stood with a proud grin. Shit! She knew I wasn’t going to sit next to her, so she waited for me to pick a spot and now she’s coming over here! Swooping in to save the day, Starfire quickly and comfortably squeezed in with Raven. A rarity to see the two of them pressed in so close to one another, but Raven was not about to get up and keep the game going. When Blackfire finally sat back down, Raven relaxed. Relaxed for as long as Blackfire allowed her to.

 

“So, how do you two fuck?”

 

“And I’m out.” Raven loved Starfire, but she had limits. And Blackfire had already found them. She’s just going to have to deal with Blackfire on her own.

 

“Friend Raven!” Starfire pleaded, reaching out and pulling her back down onto the loveseat. “Please! Please stay. And Blackfire! You apologize this instant!”

 

“What?” Blackfire asked, throwing her arms out. “Like that wouldn’t be the first thing someone would wonder when seeing a couple with that kind of height difference. Like, does his size mean he can’t satisfy Raven, or does it mean he totally can – in ways no normal sized guy could? I guess what I’m trying to say here is: does size matter?” She knew she was pressing buttons. She was adept at it. She also knew there was a risk of scaring Raven off way too early. But, with the risk came the possible reward that she’d goad Raven into saying things she otherwise wouldn’t.

 

“Unfortunately for you, you’ll never be lucky enough to know,” Raven spat back. Blackfire’s gamble paid off. She’d seen how protective of Anon she was, and how bashful she was when Starfire let slip they were dating. Blackfire could read people, and she found Raven was very easy to read, despite her typically stoic nature. And that was another big clue. Raven didn’t have her trademark flat emotional state. Knowing all that, Blackfire got her to admit that not only was she intimate with Anon, but that he knew what he was doing, too.

 

“You’re right.” Blackfire gave a faux depressed sigh. “If I’d seen a critter like him cross my path, my first instinct would be to squash him,” she said with emphasis, dropping one foot to the ground then quickly throwing her other leg over the first, “not date him. My loss, I suppose.” She could see she’d pushed them to the edge, but certainly didn’t want to end her fun so soon. “Look, I’m sorry, alright. I’m used to running with a different crowd. I’ll be sure to drop the rating to PG. PG-13 at the bluest. With that in mind, let’s drop that topic and let me ask: what did you two get up to today?”

 

“Oh, yes!” Starfire exclaimed, having a rare moment of agreement with her sister. “How was your number one date?” Her giddiness was manifesting as her practically vibrating up against Raven.

 

“It…” Raven paused mid thought, wondering if she should volunteer more information. Starfire was clearing starved for details. And Blackfire, she assumed, likely already pieced most of it together. She didn’t mind sharing with Starfire, as uncomfortable as sharing could be for her. Around Blackfire, however, she wanted to be more cautious. “…It was good…It was great, actually.” She also wanted to share the joy she had on her first date with Anon.

 

“Where did you go? Did you have a picnic of romance?” Starfire swooned at the image.

 

“No, we went to the county fair, actually.” Raven’s smile was shot, in cold blood, by Blackfire’s snort.

 

“The county fair? That has to be the lamest—” Blackfire held herself back, despite having already gone too far, upon seeing everyone’s faces. She had no interest in talking about the county fair, but she had even less interest in ending her fun prematurely. “…most adorable idea for a first date.” No one in the room bought her act, but it at least meant she’d hold herself back. Somewhat. “Was that adorable idea yours, cutie?” She was delighting in learning what buttons Anon had and how to push them. Plus, by talking to him, she had an excuse to stare at Raven’s tits. Other than her own attraction, that is.

 

Anon hadn’t known her long, but he knew enough that he shouldn’t engage an obvious trap. Still, he really wanted to shut her up with the ‘adorable’ comments by talking about the orgasm trading that went on.

 

“I personally would have taken him to a strip club,” Blackfire said.

 

Starfire and Raven rolled their eyes in unison. Ignoring Blackfire, Starfire focused instead on asking Raven about all the details of the date. Though she couldn’t share everything, Raven shared what she could. Basically, anything that wouldn’t interest Blackfire.

 

Stuck between her tits, Anon was afforded no options of things to do. All he could do was relax and think. However, he found it impossible to do either. Not with Blackfire staring directly at him. Staring with an intensity he could only describe as a cross between horny and hungry. And he didn’t want to satisfy either of her cravings.

 

Nevertheless, he was unable to stop himself from looking her over, top to bottom. Over and over. Hard not to, given how striking she was. Not just in how she dressed, but the overwhelming confidence and danger she exuded. Like Starfire, Blackfire was dressed to go dancing. She was also dressed to get plenty of free drinks and invitations to yacht parties. A large factor of what made Star’s look so hot was how it outlined things but didn’t show them. Blackfire was clearly only interesting in showing. There are medical textbooks that show less of a body, Anon thought.

 

Blackfire was draped in a shimmering purple dress. And quite literally draped. Her dress looked like a heavy curtain, pulled down by an invisible weight, showcasing everything from clavicle to navel. It hung off her perfectly, but dangerously. It looked ready to come off at a single thought – most likely hers. With such a dress, Blackfire became a poster girl for the wonders of double stick tape, with her lack of a bra. Even so, it must have its limitations, Anon figured, with how much her chest swayed and bounced earlier. Finally, Blackfire was wearing what were lovingly referred to as ‘stripper boots.’

 

Anon’s fascination with her did not go unnoticed, either. Blackfire timed her attacks perfectly. As soon as she was sure Raven and Starfire were totally engrossed in their conversation, she’d strike. With total command of his eyes on her, Blackfire proceeded to aggressively flirt with him whenever she could. She started simply, reaching as far up as her arm’s allowed, stretching and putting her tits front and center. When she dropped her arms back down, those same tits jiggled without subtlety. While she had his eyes on her chest, Blackfire leaned forward under the guise of checking the straps of her boots. Double checking he was watching, Blackfire wet her lips – taking far longer to do so than needed. It was the sharp bite she gave to her lip afterward that caused him to jump, though.

 

Blackfire sat back up, putting her back up straight to keep her chest pushed out. Quickly, she uncrossed her tantalizing legs, flashing what was between them, only to cross them just as fast. Anon had missed it, though. Catching his brief look of dismay, she did him solid and did it again. This time he was sure to catch it. He was honestly surprised he saw she was wearing panties. Though nothing tame, he was sure. If Blackfire felt she could get away with it, she would have found a way to show off her ass, too. But ‘bending over to pick something up’ was definitely going to be caught by Raven and Starfire.

 

Finally, she ended her teasing show by a move she was sure to get a reaction. Anon gulped as Blackfire began to wet her lips, again. This time, however, she did so by slowly dragging her tongue along the perimeter, leaving a wet sheen in its wake. Anon felt like he was a snake being hypnotized, and Blackfire had the flute. A second after her tongue completed it’s run, she quickly pulled it back in and shut her mouth – clacking her white teeth together, her lips pulled back in a deadly grin. The rush of fear she saw go through him gave her a rush of her own.

 

The dark-haired alien babe darted her eyes up to Raven and Starfire, checking to see if they were giving her the stink eye. To her delight, they were still engrossed in talking about Raven’s date. Playing it safe, Blackfire leaned back against the couch, playing down her interest in Anon. Blackfire hadn’t made it 15 seconds before she grew bored; having to ignore Anon while feigning interest in her sister and her friend prattle on about the ‘romance of the fair.’ In order to speed things along, Blackfire once again opted to press some buttons.

 

“Y’know, Anon,” she purred, her tone immediately catching the inquisitive look of Starfire and the distrustful glare of Raven, “if you were tired of riding your big titty goth gf’s titties, you could always come sit on my lap for a bit.” Her suggestion was punctuated with her softly rubbing her leg, from midthigh to her knee, then back again – dragging her shiny black nails along her smooth, inviting, skin. And then, to go from inappropriate to Blackfire-inappropriate, she added a couple firm slaps to her thigh, beckoning the little guy over.

 

“Okay, for real this time, we’re leaving.” Raven cupped Anon in her palm as she stood with her announcement. She was already walking toward the hall by the time finished the last syllable. Anon found himself shaken, briefly, when Raven stood up so quick and so abruptly. Her normally considerately graceful and smooth strides were replaced by decisive, heavy, stomps.

 

“Wait, wait!” Starfire forsook walking in favor of flying over to Raven. She desperately did not want to lose Raven before she had a chance to get her sister out of the tower. “Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasssse do not leave!”

 

“Yeah, Raven, stick around!” Blackfire called out to the two Titans. “The night is young.” The troublemaker chuckled to herself after Starfire cut her an icy glare, just before she moved Raven around the corner to speak in private.

 

“I am so so so so sooo sorry about her,” Starfire chanted. She’d made that same apology many times to many people over the years. “But please, stay stuck all around. Help me bore her to the point she wants to leave. On her own.” Because making her leave just forced her to dig her stripper-boots-heels in more.

 

“Is that why you needed my help, earlier? Because she thinks I’m boring?” Raven swiftly slipped Anon into her cleavage, again, so she could use both hands to speak angrily and annoyed.

 

“Actually, she thinks you are incredibly attractive,” Starfire corrected, with a tone of pride. Pride in her friend for being so hot. “Any time your name comes up, she begins to describe what foods she would like to eat off which of your body parts. I believe she wants to start with the whipped cream on your breasts, which I understand. I forget where she wants to lick the mapled syrup off of you, though. I tried talking her out of it, because the mapled syrup is sticky no matter how much you lick someone, and—”

 

“Okay, Star!” Raven had no choice but to stop her. She knew that X-rated rabbit hole would go way too far. “Look, I’m sorry. Normally I could endure more of her, but I don’t like the way she talks to Anon.” The protective girlfriend peeked down at the aforementioned boyfriend, granting him a playful stroking of his head with her fingertip.

 

“Please, friend Raven!” Starfire was about ready to fall on her knees. “The only way I can get rid of her is to be boring, and I cannot be boring by myself, and you are so good at it!” Her desperation had deleted what little tact Starfire had.

 

“Gee, Star, are you sure it’s Blackfire who thinks I’m boring?” The goth crossed her arms under her breasts. A possible unconscious attempt to remind Starfire that she might be boring, but she’s also crazy hot.

 

“I, uh…” Starfire was failing to find an excuse, but time was running short (Blackfire would check on them soon), so she tried to move past it straight on to bargaining. “I will owe you a favor!”

 

“A favor?”

 

“Yes! Anything you want. Anytime. Anywhere.” It was a very large blank check Starfire was writing.

 

“Hmm…” Truthfully, Raven had already decided to help her. She just wanted to make her sweat a little. For the whole ‘boring’ remark. “…Fine. But I’m taking Anon back to my room. And all you get is 15 minutes. If she’s not out of the tower after that, well…start throwing fireballs at each other.” Immediately, she realized with Starfire the sarcasm of her comment might be lost on her. “Not literally.” Starfire breathed a heavy sigh of relief, agreed to the terms, and went back to the living room to keep her sister’s attention until Raven got back.

 

Once back in her room, both Raven and Anon let out a mixed heavy sigh of relief and exhaustion. The two of them wanted nothing more than to fall back on her bed, lose any and all constraining clothing, and dreamily reminisce about their first date. Unfortunately, a hero’s work is never done, and Raven was desperately needed to save her friend. Thus, it would just be Anon who would be relaxing on the bed.

 

As much as he did enjoy riding in Raven’s cleavage, with all its ample leg room, Anon did feel nice being plucked out. After he was set down on the bed, he took advantage of his freedom to stretch out each and every limb. He let out an involuntary groan with every pop.

 

“Hey,” Raven called down to him with playful aggravation, “stop getting so comfortable without me.”

 

“I promise I’ll try to sit uncomfortably until you get back.” The appreciative kiss she gave him made him consider actually sitting uncomfortably, just to make her feel better when she got back. Or at least make her laugh. Which in terms of Raven’s emotions, was equal to a small smirk and quick exhale through the nose. “So, that Blackfire…Does she come around here often?” Anon had been around the tower long enough that he knew she didn’t make monthly visits. However, even a yearly one was more than enough for him.

 

“Thankfully not,” Raven reassured. “Usually, she’s off traveling the galaxy. A galaxy that is mercifully big enough to keep her preoccupied most of the time. But, her sister’s here, so…” Raven ended her point with a shrug. “She used to only come here for super villainy.”

 

“She’s a super villain?!” Anon was understandably surprised that they would fraternize with a super villain.

 

“Reformed.” Raven’s lips twisted as she rethought that. “Sort of. She’s downgraded from super villainy to garden-variety criminal. Who can fly, throw fireballs, and bench press a bus. She’s more like Catwoman, now, I think,” she continued to clarify. She wasn’t honestly sure of her exact classification by the League. She tried not to think about her. Most things exhausted Raven, but Blackfire was on another level. “In short, she’s gone from murder and mayhem to vandalism and excessive partying.” Anon still looked on edge but nodded anyway. Raven could feel his apprehension. Being the good girlfriend she was, she tried to put him at ease. “But it doesn’t matter, because she’ll be gone in 15 minutes, okay?” Her heart warmed at seeing his trusting smile. Seeing the last bit of his worries evaporate, Raven gave him one more kiss and then hurried back to the living room.

 

Time passed slowly for Anon. There wasn’t much to do in the center of the bed. At least not with Raven out of the room. He could have gone over to another part of the room, busy himself. However, she’d be back in 15 minutes, tops. It was hardly worth the effort of traversing the bed and/or getting down, he figured. The only thing he really had to do was get comfortable. Sure, she’d asked him to not get comfortable without her, but he figured she was, at most, half joking. And besides, he was really looking forward to losing his viciously soiled shirt.

 

As slow as time seemed to move, he was still aware it at least hadn’t been the full 15 minutes when the dark-haired beauty came in and shut the door behind herself.

 

“Wow,” he started, chuckling quietly as he sat up, his back to the door, “that sure was a fast 15 minutes. Or was that 15 minutes in…Blackfire…time…” His joke had trailed off as soon as he turned around to greet Raven. However, instead of Raven, there stood the other dark-haired beauty. And if he didn’t liked how she looked at him before, he hated how she was looked at him, unsupervised. “Blackfire, what are you doing here?”

 

“What can I say?” Blackfire pouted sweetly. “I missed you.” Her hips swung seductively as she approached Anon on Raven’s bed. “I love my sister, in my own way, and Raven’s too hot not to grope her every chance I get.” With every word her voice dripped with more and more lust. “But they can be soooo boooring,” she groaned. “But then that was the point, wasn’t it?” she asked rhetorically to the shrunken man who kept backing up from her on the bed while she approached. “Bore me to tears, so I’d leave and hit up the clubs on my own. I’d say it’s a good plan, except they try it every. Damn. Time. It’s honestly insulting how dumb they think I am.” Blackfire gave an exaggerated sigh that was immediately followed by a dismissive shrug. “Oh well! I don’t need them to have fun tonight, anyway. Because tonight, it’s going to be me and you.” At the emphasized ‘you,’ Blackfire climbed up onto the bed, starting her approach in earnest – although she still moved slowly enough to keep things dramatic and thus interesting.

 

“I, uh…I appreciate the offer, Blackfire, but I’m just completely wiped from my date with Raven.”

 

“Oh, I bet.” Blackfire’s voice suddenly leaped in lust. Which is saying something for her. “When you two got back – and after I groped your girlfriend like we were on a crowded Japanese subway,” she said with a mocking leer, “I could smell her cum on you.” Her voice became throaty, her body pausing as she shivered. “I can’t tell you how jealous I was of you that you got to fuck Raven before I could. I’ve been chipping away at that busty goth of my nightmares for years. So, kudos, dude.” After the brief compliment, delivered with a bit of jealous venom, Blackfire started inching closer again. Her heavy breasts hanging freely in a dress that did next to nothing to conceal them. She was astute enough to recognize his eyes being drawn to them, watching her tits sway as she inched ever so slightly to her prey.

 

“Anyway, it wasn’t hard after that to realize two things: 1) Raven felt comfortable enough using you like a living sex toy, so clearly you’re tougher than your size would suggest – otherwise she wouldn’t take the risk; I figure she’s kinky, but not risk-human-life kinds of kinky.” Unliked some people I know, Blackfire thought. And 2) you managed to get that top-heavy ice queen to cum, which is all kinds of impressive. So, I know you’re durable, and your experienced. Two things I plan to put to the test.”

 

After she finished talking, Anon realized he hadn’t bothered to try and escape any more. He’d like to say that it was because he was paralyzed with fear. But it wasn’t fear that paralyzed him. Her body, her voice, and even the things she was saying. They all worked together to get him thinking more about sex than danger. Although, with Blackfire, the two were rarely separate. There was no hiding his weakness, either. He’d left himself in his underwear, and the proof-of-pervert was rising up to greet her. A fact that made her smirk evilly.

 

No stranger to villainy, she pounced the moment he opened his mouth to cry out. Before a single letter of ‘help’ could be yelled, Blackfire had wrapped her fingers around him, pressing her thumb to his face. As much as she would have liked to toy with him further, she knew she’d wasted enough time doing exactly that. Plus, she could always continue their game at another location.

 

“Alright, An—Alright, pet, it’s time for us to go.” She wasn’t sure what pet name she wanted for her new pet, not yet. But she decided he didn’t need a person name, not unless he earned it. “As you can see by my outfit, though, I currently don’t have the cruise ship of cleavage that Raven had you traveling in.” Blackfire emphasized her point by moving her free hand up and down her torso, showing off (as if he needed reminding) that her breasts were sans bra. “So, you’ll be traveling somewhere where I know you’ll be safe, secure, and above all: muffled.” Anon immediately began squirming when Blackfire hiked up her shiny purple dress. “Hey now, you keep acting like that, and you might hurt my feelings,” Blackfire teased.

 

Anon was held at level with her now exposed panties. He’d seen a glimpse while sitting out in the living room, when she uncrossed and crossed her legs. A deep purple g-string. A pair that Blackfire was doing her best to pull down with only one hand. Giving up on that effort, for the sake of time, she just used the hand Anon was in to help move her panties down. Awkward, especially for Anon who had his face rubbed quickly down her thigh, but it got the job done. As soon as they were low enough, Blackfire looked down to give him playful wink and air kiss. Amidst his angry, muffled, screaming, Anon was shoved up inside of her. Quite unceremoniously. Neither of them was interested in foreplay.

 

Bit by bit she pushed him inside of herself. When she had him halfway up, she realized she probably should have asked if he needed air. Or at least how long he could hold his breath. In either case, she didn’t care at that point. It wasn’t like she had any intention of giving him back. That decision before she even entered the room. Eventually he was deep enough that his feet were all that was sticking out. Her panties back up, her dress dropped back down, her fingers sucked, and Blackfire was back out into the hallway.

 

Raven had enjoyed the relative quiet without Blackfire to bother her. She and Starfire had continued discussing her date with Anon, as well as possible venues for future dates. With Blackfire out of the room, though, Raven felt confident sharing some of the juicier tidbits with her best friend. She had to constantly remind the sexy alien to not get too excited, or Blackfire would get interested. But Starfire found it hard to contain herself. She was so excited for Raven and Anon’s relationship, as well as excited to hear those hot details that got her worked up. There were more than a few times that Starfire wished she’d been the one to find Anon, first.

 

“Well, I think I’ve taken about all I can stand of this,” Blackfire announced to the room, unafraid of making a grand proclamation – even when she was trying to get away with something villainous. And being loud helped mask any other sounds she wanted hidden. “Thanks for letting me use your bathroom before I head out. Those night club bathrooms should only be used for snorting and fucking. Anything else would be gross.” The disgusted looks on their faces amused her to no end.

 

“Star, as always, it’s been great seeing you,” Blackfire said. She stood with her arms held out, offering her sister a hug. As always, Starfire gladly accepted any offer of a hug. Black hid her wicked smile in the crook of Star’s neck, while she thought of Anon being so very close to his friend who could save him – if only she knew he was in danger.

 

“It’s always…great…seeing you, too, Blackfire,” Starfire replied half-heartily.

 

“Uh oh, Star, looks like I made a liar out of you,” Blackfire teased. “And Raven,” Blackfire’s tone changed to a more husky, hungry, one after turning her attention to one of the many objects of her many desires. “When are we going to stop doing this dance of ours and just fuck each other stupid, tape it, and put it online? For free, of course. Because we’re not in it for the money. We’re in it for the love.”

 

“Blackfire,” Raven grumbled, her tone the exact opposite of Blackfire’s. “As always, lose this planet’s address.”

 

“Ooo, ouch!” Blackfire exclaimed, overacting the offense. “Tell you what: you give me one wild night of passion with you, and I’ll never come back to Earth. How about it? We do all the things you want. We do all the legal things I want. Well, as much as we can fit into 24 hours.” Somewhere along the way, Blackfire had gotten close enough to Raven to nearly stand chest to chest with her. Just close enough to see some hints of restrained lust on Raven’s face. “No? Hm, maybe next time. Oh! But give my number to Anon and tell him the same offer applies. You got a real wild one there, Raven, I can tell, and I’d love to share.”

 

“I thought you were about to leave?” Raven growled. Blackfire cackled. Everything she said was true. If Raven ever took her up on those offers, she’d be there in a heartbeat. She’d even leave Earth, afterwards. Though of course she’d get Raven to come with her when she did. True as it all was, she made sure to embellish as much as possible to get a reaction out of Raven.

 

“Unfortunately, yes. Alas, your boringness is terminal, and even my exciting awesomeness can’t cure you,” Blackfire sobbed. “Maybe when I next visit, you two will finally get those sticks out of your asses, making room for better things!” And before they could express their repeated disgust, Blackfire gave them one last laugh, waved, and then literally flew out the door. An unending amount of amusement from the fact that neither of them could hear the little man screaming inside of her. Screams she also couldn’t hear, but she could feel. It took all her willpower (of which she has almost none) to not moan in their faces.

 

As soon as Raven and Starfire heard the front door closed behind Blackfire, they shared a sigh and fell back onto the loveseat. Raven was tempted to just sit there, up against her best friend, but she hadn’t forgotten that Anon was waiting in her room.

 

“Well, that’s it for me,” Raven announced tiredly. “Goodnight, Starfire.” She was too tired to say something snarky or sarcastic.

 

“Oh, wait, friend Raven,” Starfire cooed, pulling her back down onto the loveseat. “I wish to hear you finish the story of your first date.” Starfire’s plead was followed up by the qualifier of, “Especially the naughtier bits.”

 

“Well…” Raven did have a weakness for Starfire’s puppy dog eyes. She was finding, however, she had an even bigger weakness for Starfire’s aroused eyes. Starfire had always been the sexpot of the tower. The one the media always referred to as ‘the hot one.’ So, knowing that she, the quiet bookworm, could turn Starfire on with her exploits was empowering. I’m sure Anon can wait another five minutes… “Alright, so after the Ferris Wheel, Anon got his own idea for a ‘game’…”

God, how long have I been inside this woman?

 

In his present state, namely the one where he’d been forcibly lodged inside of a woman he’d just met, Anon didn’t have much to do. Back at the tower, he tried to wriggle his way free, in fact he exhausted himself doing so, but only ended up making things worse. What was struggling to him, was foreplay to her. Every squirm and grunt he made was met with tightening and dampening walls. He’d been in Raven plenty of times, but he never realized how frightening it could be until he was inside someone he didn’t trust.

 

However, even if he didn’t make things worse by trying to get free, he wouldn’t escape. Not after she left the tower. He’d flown with (and in) Raven enough times to know the roaring sound he heard was the wind. Anon didn’t want a successful escape attempt to end with him falling who knows how many feet. Suddenly, while Anon was trying to focus his thoughts onto Raven in the hopes she put a tracker spell on him that would zero in on his thoughts, the ride stopped.

 

Now where did she take me? It’s quiet, at least, he thought to himself, thankful for that fact. Anon assumed she would have taken him to a night club, like she said she’d planned to visit. I’m surprised I’m thankful that she lied about that. Mid thought, Anon felt her fingers pinch around his feet and pull. Though he did want to get out, it was so sudden that he instinctively struggled.

 

Once freed, Anon hung upside down, dripping wet, and coughing. Blinking away what he could, Anon made out the fuzzy image of Blackfire’s impressive body, gliding past him as he was raised up to her face. Ending on her frustratingly amused face.

 

“Wow,” Blackfire said with genuine astonishment. “I can see why Raven keeps you around. You were bucking like crazy back at the tower, but even when you went still after we left… there is just something about your size and shape that is just so…mmm!” Words failed her. “Well, you know. You’re soaked in proof!” Blackfire barely stifled her giggle, pausing when she still hadn’t gotten a response. For her, it was barely any fun being a bitch if someone wasn’t going to respond. Instead, all he did was cough. “Oh! Right, right. You’re soaked. I’ll fix that.”

 

[put him in whisky glass, bathe him in it, suck him clean, moan in delight at the flavor, realize he probably had taste of raven on him, considers taking him back to her after this to get him coated in it again, he says, “why wait?”]

 

Anon was happy she was at least that tiny bit considerate. Though he figured it was just because she wasn’t getting a response to her bitchiness. Considerate though it was, it was only minorly so. Blackfire moved Anon to get her cum cleaned off. However, her solution was less than ideal for him.

 

His body swung as she carried him, still upside down and still barking ignored complaints at her. Anon’s anxiety only grew as he heard her messing around with something, but he couldn’t see what it was. To his horror, he’d learn soon enough. From one uncomfortable position to another, Anon was dropped, upside down, into a glass. Whiskey glass, to be exact. Not exactly a comfortable position he found himself in. Righting himself took some effort, but sadly it wasn’t enough. Mid struggle, Anon was suddenly doused in a honey-colored liquid. He spat back some of what managed to be poured into his unsuspecting mouth.

 

“Hey, don’t spit that out,” Blackfire chastised him for. “This is the quality stuff.” In punishment, Blackfire started to move her wrist in such a way to cause the Anon and his ‘bath’ to swirl around. His further disorientation not only amused her but also aroused her. To say Blackfire got off on power was an understatement. Not one to waste a pour, herself, Blackfire lifted the glass to her lips. Her eyes caught the sight of him splashing around, terrified, as he was brought to her salivating mouth. The display forced her grin to widen and grow more wicked. He wasn’t thinking about how silly it would be for her to just go and swallow him right then and there; not after she worked so hard to smuggle him out. But she saw no reason to reassure him. He’ll figure it out, she thought.

 

And he would, but not for a while. Anon truly did start to struggle when he saw where he was going. Kissable lips parted ever so slightly to allow the liquor to cascade toward her mouth. He pushed his hands and fought against the glass, trying to slow his approach. Unsurprisingly, finding purchase against perfectly smooth glass, while riding a wave of liquor, was impossible. He did at least find some relief when he reached her lips. She hadn’t opened them far enough to take him into mouth – only the drink. A short-lived relief, however – a feeling he’d need to get used to when under Blackfire’s ‘care.’

 

As soon as she felt his tiny feet stop at her upper lip, pushing into its plushness like it was a high-quality couch, trying to get himself away from her, she parted her lips further. He couldn’t expect a bath to just be being doused with something, she thought. He needed to be scrubbed clean. And what better tool than her tongue? Doing so slowly, to delight in the sounds and touch of his thrashing, Blackfire took her time. Opening her maw further and further, letting his fear grow in kind. As soon as he could clearly see her tongue, and the back of her pitch-black throat, her mouth had opened enough to slide him in.

 

Blackfire didn’t close her lips right away. Anon was allowed to see clearly inside her mouth, thanks to the light Blackfire let in. He gazed upon her stark white teeth, and the ridges of the roof of her mouth. Her tongue twitched beneath his weight, eagerly anticipating a better taste. The countless taste buds that lined it were seen, and felt, clearly. The inside of her cheeks looked bizarre and alien to him – like they were the walls of an alien hive. Finally, the area he avoided looking at the most: the back of her throat.

 

It was black, which terrified him (naturally). Part of him wished it was all black, so he wouldn’t have to see any of it. An equal part of him wished it was clear as day, so he wouldn’t be scared by the unknown. The uvula twitched to sensations he couldn’t see. He could only see a bit beyond it. Enough to know that the pit of his demise was there – waiting for him. He wasn’t afraid of being crushed. He could endure it. But he didn’t know what stomach acid would do to him. Would the spell not work on it? Or would the spell only slow the digestion process down? Or would the acids do nothing, and he’d be forced to live down there, subsiding on whatever food and drink she ingested. He often thought about the horrors of being eaten alive.

 

Broken from his trance, Anon noticed it was growing dimmer in the cave. Blackfire was closing her mouth tortuously slow. The wicked woman moaned in delight at the flavors that mixed in her mouth. Anon scrambled for the narrowing exit. His movements turned out to be enough, to both of their surprise – but not quite enough. All he’d managed to get out was his arm. Blackfire sucked gently on the limb as Anon thrashed it, hoping to find something to hold onto and pull himself free. If she were wearing her piercings, she thought, he might have had a chance. While she sucked gently on Anon, she thought about how fun it might be to put in her tongue stud and tell him to hang on for dear life as she did all sorts of things with her tongue. She wondered if Raven had any piercings, hidden away, in all sorts of naughty places, that Anon explored. Those thoughts and the feeling and taste of Anon being tossed around in her still-moaning mouth continued to raise her arousal and make her even wetter.

 

Speaking of being wet, Anon was soaked. Though, he was soaked in saliva, and he wasn’t happy about it. Very quickly he’d been sucked and licked clean of any and all secretions, but Blackfire continued to suck on him like a hard candy. Unsurprised, he confirmed his ‘bath’ was not really about cleaning him. If anything, it was making Blackfire ‘dirtier.’ Anon had few thoughts about what defined a bath, though. His main concern was the tongue bucking under him while her head tilted back. Every so often, her mouth would open in an uncontrolled moan of pleasure. In those rare moments, light would flash into the dripping cavern he was bouncing around in. It wasn’t much, but it helped to give him an idea of where he was in her mouth.

 

Anon was right, of course. The flavors were long gone, leaving only his natural taste (that she still enjoyed, at least). And the ‘bath’ was never about cleaning him. At least not a big reason. It was mostly about tasting the combined flavors of his natural taste, her cum, any residual Raven cum (because she could smell it on him back at the Tower), and any Raven taste his sticky body gathered from her heaving breasts. And, bonus she found, he also still tasted a bit like carnival food. The combined flavors were absolutely orgasmic. Literally. While Blackfire had been tormenting Anon with her incredibly skilled tongue, her thighs were clamping down on her hand while her fingers worked diligently.

 

Her mouth was truly skilled, but Anon would never admit that. First and foremost, it was a torture device for him. However, there were moments when she’d slow down and just massage him with her tongue. Either with just the muscle, or by using it to rub him against the roof and walls of her mouth. Surfaces he hadn’t expected to feel so good. Her tongue was so gentle and perceptive of his desires that he started to wonder if Blackfire’s tongue had a mind of its own. Something counter to her wicked lust. In one of those few moments of relaxation, Blackfire parted her dark lips and passed her two sticky fingers between them.

Suddenly, Anon had some company in her mouth. The digits were pressed down upon him, though it didn’t feel like they were there to pin him down. He was inconsequential to them. In proof, Blackfire immediately closed her mouth (just as Anon had started to struggle under her fingers to make a dash for the opening) and started to suck them clean. Anon, to his dismay, was along for the ride, again. Now with company, Anon had more surfaces to be shoved into. And, though it was hard to tell with everything going on, he swore that the fingers were directing their attention on him too.

 

With no time to prepare, Anon found himself spat out of Blackfire’s mouth. A wave of relief washed over him as he came to realize this fact. However, dread came back in, like a wave on the beach, when he remembered who it was that was staring down at him, and what she intended. Anon then took the time to try and figure out what he was lying on. He was lying on something soft. Something soft and black. He started to realize where he was, right before Blackfire confirmed it.

 

“Mhm!” Blackfire nodded proudly. “Those are my panties, pet. Don’t worry, they’re not the ones I was wearing. Wouldn’t make much sense to dry you off, after your bath, with those? Right?” His lack of an answer didn’t bother her. He was disoriented, covered in spit. He looked pathetic. She loved it. Against his protests, Blackfire started to dry him off with her black, lacy, panties. She was sure the lace of it didn’t feel good (it didn’t), but if it got him dry, she didn’t care. Plus, drying him off with her panties? Blackfire, unsurprisingly, found that hot.

 

Shakily, Anon pushed himself up, once she let him. Adjusting to the light, Anon looked around the well-lit, neatly made, nicely furnished room. Everything where it should be. Well-tended to. Based on what he knew about her, he was expecting…well, a mess. After his head stopped ringing, he was able to figure out where they were.

 

“We’re in a hotel room?”

 

“Mhm,” Blackfire unnecessarily confirmed. “Four stars, too. Or is it five stars? Whichever is the highest amount of stars a hotel can have. Only the best for me.” She winked at Anon, the gesture silently saying, ‘which includes you, too.’ “What? Did you expect me to be staying in some dingy motel with most of the mirrors used for cocaine?” She felt no offense at his shrug. She’d stay in such places, too. When the mood struck her.

 

“Blackfire, you need to take me back to Raven, right now.” Anon spoke as sternly as he could. At least as sternly as one could while covered in spit and being massively overpowered.

 

“Oh, but, Anon,” Blackfire cooed, dropping low to speak more on his level and seem less intimidating, “I can’t do that. I really just want to get to know you better, since you’re Raven’s boyfriend, and Raven is my sister’s best friend. It’s important that you and I get to know each other as best we can, so we can be as close as possible.”

 

“Blackfire…” Anon paused. He knew she was lying. At best she was manipulating the truth. She wanted him for her own fun. Based on how she ‘carried’ him, he knew just what kind of ‘fun.’ Even so, he played along, while maintaining what minimal level of control he could have. Hard to manage when he struggled to stand up on the bed without wobbling. “Maybe we can hang out another time. Just you, me, and Raven.”

 

“Ooo, a threesome,” Blackfire teased. She joked, but the thought did excite her. She fantasized about trading Anon back and forth between her and Raven’s mouths. About laying on him her large breast and then crushing him under Raven’s even larger breast. About using him like a dildo and butt plug in equal measure. Blackfire was becoming lost in the fantasies, when suddenly she noticed Anon’s movement toward the edge of the bed. “Whoa there!”

 

Anon knew it would be a longshot to slip away, but he saw the opportunity, so he took it. He also knew it’d be impossible to escape her and walk all the way back to the tower. But he needed time. Time to hide. Time for Raven to somehow track him down and save him. Unfortunately, he didn’t even make it to the edge of the bed before Blackfire knocked him back onto the center of it.

 

“Are you trying to run away from me, pet?” Blackfire rose back to her full height. Her arms crossed in an intimidating gesture. An intimidation undercut by her manner of dress, and the distracting nature of her heavy breasts being pushed up together by her crossed arms. She’d need only narrow her eyes and let them flash purple to be more intimidating than most women (or men) on the planet. Luckily for Anon, she only pouted. Playfully. Ironically enough, what was putting him in danger (his size), was also keeping Blackfire from taking him seriously enough to actually be offended by his lack of interest.

 

“I know!” Blackfire threw her arms apart, snapping her fingers and bouncing her chest. “You’re playing hard to get. I would think a beautiful woman throwing herself at you would be enough, but you want to make me work for it. I respect that. Alright,” the calculating alien said, snatching him back up before he could run again, “I’ll work for it.” She thought to drag him up her body, show off every firm muscle and soft curve it had to offer, before moving forward. Instead, she continued the shock of being snatched up by tossing him onto the nearby chair.

 

Anon landed with several thuds, giving a few bounces against the armchair before finally settling. No damage was done, but he was disoriented. Again. It’s why he didn’t even see her pull out a phone to turn on some sensual music. When at last he shook the stars from his eyes, he looked up to see her standing in front of the armchair. There was no escape for him except through her legs, and he didn’t like his chances there.

 

In most other circumstances, watching Blackfire slowly, and expertly, swing her hips to the rhythm of the song would captivate and excite him. And though while he was captivated, it wasn’t from excitement. He knew better than to leave anything to chance, or assumptions, about what she, or any other stranger, may do with him. In short: he was guarded 24/7. Nevertheless, when she began to glide her hands up her body, his survival instincts became a bit muted. Suddenly, the persistent chant of, ‘don’t trust her! She kidnapped you! She might kill you!’ was being pushed aside for, ‘oh god, she’s touching herself in every way I wish I could.’ Anon was not so oblivious that he couldn’t feel guilty for thinking how turned-on he was. Sure, he was only human, and Blackfire was a gorgeous specimen of walking sex. But she was dangerous, and he couldn’t be in more danger.

 

Said ‘gorgeous specimen of walking sex’ was not so oblivious to not notice his change in behavior. He wasn’t brazenly fondling himself as she demonstrated the bounce of her breasts by squeezing, lifting, and dropping them. However, she could tell she had his rapt attention, at least. Blackfire was hoping for a bit more of a fight from him, but the night was young, and she had a whole list of ideas. The ‘list’ alone, going through her mind, put an extra bit of sizzle in her swing. She even let out a moan while her hands ran through her thick curtain of deep-black hair. Every strand coming back down against her skin and giving her a microsecond of pleasure.

 

“I figure you must be a tits man.” Blackfire’s voice was sultry and alluring, but it came abruptly, yanking Anon’s attention away from her body. Briefly. “Even if you weren’t before, dating Raven must have made a believer out of you.” Her hands slid into her dress, cupping her own breasts, and softly massaging them. She couldn’t wait to hang him from her erect nipples. “I know mine aren’t as big as hers, or even my sister’s,” her voice dripped with some venom as she compared herself unfavorably to her sister, “but I’m sure you agree they are more than enough for you.” She didn’t mean it as a dig at his size. After all, any pair of breasts would be more than enough for him. Blackfire only meant that her breasts, though not as substantial as his girlfriend’s, were still on the well above average side.

 

“But,” Blackfire suddenly said, snapping his attention away from her tits – something that would have been impossible if he wasn’t being so skittish about what she might do next, “I’m willing to bet that you can also appreciate a beautiful, squeezable, spankable ass.” Her theory was tested as she turned around. Rather than continued to show off her toned stomach and breasts, eager to be free, now Blackfire was showing off another one of her 10/10 attributes. Though it wasn’t shown off to the level of her breasts, what with it actually being covered up, her dance moves helped to preview its shape.

 

As if by reading his mind, Blackfire granted him his greatest desire – aside from returning him home. In an instant, her dress was swaying along with her hips, and then suddenly it was on the floor. It was undone so deftly, and fell so easily, that Anon wondered how a soft breeze hadn’t already taken it off her. Anon watched the dress drop like a curtain, pooling around her heels. When next he’d look up, he’d see if Blackfire would deliver on her claims about how wonderful her ass was.

 

She did.

 

When he looked up, he saw that Blackfire had placed either hand under either cheek of her now bare (aside from her thong) ass. Middle finger from each hand cupped under her cheeks, lifting them to demonstrate their heft and further exemplify the overall shape. Blackfire was looking down at him, over her shoulder. She wore a smile of pride at his speechlessness. Not like he’s been saying anything to begin with, she thought, but I know a person at a loss for words when I see one. Eager to further stroke her ego, Blackfire proceeded to caress her ass. Soft, delicate, passes with her hands. Fingertips deftly moving between her cheeks, gliding across the fabric of her thong. Anon watched her like he was watching the ballet, transfixed by her movements across a captivating stage. Then, a bit naughtier (though nothing was innocent to begin with) when Blackfire gave her rump several good squeezes. Her fingers pressing into her soft cheeks and showing off how plump her ass was. That despite how firm and strong it was, it could still be used as the world’s best pillow. Suddenly, the performance came to a close when she gave her ass a firm spank. A spank he wished he’d made. The resounding sound, followed by Blackfire’s blush-inducing moan, marked the end of the performance.

 

“I’m so glad you approve,” Blackfire cooed. He wasn’t even thinking about his noticeable erection. Her body resumed her tantalizing erotic dance, keeping her back to him. As much as he was enjoying seeing her backside, he had to admit he was curious what her bare front looked like. “I imagine you’ve explored every inch of that busty, goth, beauty’s body already – inside and out.” She purred at the thought. “So, the fact that I can take your breath away with my body? Well, I’m flattered, pet.”

 

Anon looked up at her at her face in a huff. He couldn’t say she tricked him. She showed off her body, and he watched with rapt attention. He could have looked away. He could have scoffed at her figure. But he did look. He looked a lot. He looked very closely. He might be able to become of an expert of Blackfire Body studies. As far as he was concerned, though, she didn’t hold a candle to Raven. Raven has everything you have, and more. And she’s not s psychopath. But he knew better than to share that thought.

 

He started to feel like her butt had a hypnotic effect on him – especially as the tempo of her playlist picked up a bit. Escape would be exceedingly difficult, but still possible. He hoped. She was standing in his path, but there was more than enough space for him to slip past and hide under some furniture. With her strength and temper, he figured he’d buy himself maybe five seconds of sanctuary and earn her wrath. What am I going to do though? Just sit here, watching her? Watching her dance? Watching her bod— dammit! I spent the day in Raven’s cleavage, you’d think I’d had enough today. Oh, Christ, she’s spanking herself now? Okay, man, just think. You can’t run, she’ll catch you. You can’t hide, she’ll find you. You probably can’t talk your way out of things, she seems too devious and clever to be tricked. What can I do to get away from her? Wait! I got it! I just have t— Oh, shi—!

 

It was at that moment that the sky fell, and Blackfire sat on him.

 

He couldn’t deny he was a fan of butts like Blackfire’s. Earlier on in his relationship with Raven, he even asked her to sit on him. A bold request, given the circumstances. Eventually, Raven agreed, and he loved it. Granted, he actually trusted Raven. At the end of the day, no matter how kinky or naughty Raven would get, she always put his safety first. And though, yes, she did nearly suffocate him while sitting on him, she made sure that she’d never get carried away like that again.

 

Blackfire did not make that kind of consideration.

 

After only a few seconds to let him come to terms with the new situation, Blackfire started to move. With the same skill she used while dancing, the alien vixen began to swivel her hips and grind her ass down onto the seat cushion and Anon. Blackfire gripped the arms of the chair, bracing herself against the wave of pleasure her actions offered her. She wasn’t expecting it to feel as good as it did. The surprise and effect even caused her to slow her lap dance down a shade. Though certainly not enough to allow Anon to get his bearings.

 

“Oh, fuck,” Blackfire moaned, her head hung low, her hair acting as a curtain to hide her flushed face and lip biting. “You. Feel. Amazing.” With the smooth, slow, speed of a jungle cat stealthily hunting her prey, Blackfire rolled her head, moving her hair aside as she did. As she pointed her face skyward, her back arched, unintentionally pushing more of her weight down onto Anon. With her tits being thrust out, Blackfire released the arm rests and began to massage them; often playing with her nipples. She’d normally go for more stimulation, but she was finding she had to have restraint for once, or she’d overwhelm herself and cum too early, and too much.

 

While Blackfire was giving Anon a smooth, sensual lap dance, he was being tormented. With every movement of her hips, her ass rolled Anon this way and that. Grinding him into the seat. When Raven sat on him, she had the decency to do so on very soft surfaces, if she could help it. Most often her bed. The chair’s seat was, sadly, more hard than soft. Blackfire was also not just sitting on him, but forcing her body down onto him. Actually pressing her hips down to smother her more with her enviable ass. Then there was the constant tossing around. He was certain he had been moved to every part of her ass. A few times, he was rolled over in between the cheeks, resting directly under her panty-covered area. It should have offered him less pressure from. However, whenever it happened, Blackfire capitalized on the sensation and grinded even harder. Her moans loud enough to even be heard clear to Anon.

 

Blackfire was never one to settle on one sensation for very long. The only reason she’s never gotten addicted to anything is that her willpower is so insurmountable that she can overcome needing a particular drug, even to satisfy an addictive need, to avoid being bored with it. This served in Anon’s favor, as she gave up on grinding him between the chair and her ass. Later than he would have liked, and later than she had expected, but he counted it as a blessing. However, soon after, she took to bouncing on top of him. Small little hops on the seat, though to him they were no less distressing. Over and over, the gigantic heart-shaped backside slammed down onto Anon. The intensity increased more and more. And then she started grinding again. Her willpower to fight addiction was only so strong.

 

Senses were being assaulted. Anon felt his body being rolled and crushed in every direction. He could hear the sound of her body bumping and grinding into him, the occasional moan cutting in. The smell was, thankfully, better than he expected. She smelled of chocolate and black cherry. A combination he’d not encountered before. His taste was kept in check. He knew better than to open his mouth to scream into her ass. And as for sight, well, there’s not much to see when being crushed by a giant woman’s backside. So, really, only 2/5 senses were being “assaulted.” Point withdrawn.

 

Flushed and panting, Blackfire sexily sucked on her fingers. Trailed her spit-coated tips down her rapidly rising and falling chest. Danced them along the hem of her soaked panties. Then she held back. When Anon eventually went back inside her, and she swore he would, she wanted it to be as explosive as possible. Like counting seconds between thunderclaps to measure distance, Blackfire counted seconds between moans to measure the rising desire to finger herself. Once the mood struck her every second, she knew she was at her wit’s end.

 

Blackfire was so covered in sweat, her body radiating so much heat, and her ass so firmly grinded into the seat, that it was no surprise that Anon was stuck to a cheek when she stood up. It took her a few seconds to realize where he was, laughing like it was a cute prank he played. Rather than it being the aftermath of her sexual attack. While gripping his leg, Blackfire peeled Anon off of her bronzed skin and tossed him far across the room. Anon was at least thankful he landed on a bed. Still neatly made, ready to be torn apart by whatever sexcapades Blackfire had planned.

 

The stripper didn’t start walking toward him until she was certain he could see her. She figured she’d wasted enough of her seductive body language during the lap dance, when her body twisted and turned in overwhelming pleasure. Her sinister grin became a sincere, complimenting, smile. Anon was once again unable to take his eyes off of her. He was actually keeping an eye on her to be able to react as quickly as possible. Watching her because she was fucking hot was only 20% of the reason why.

 

It was the first time Anon had seen her naked breasts. The dress she had worn pretty much showed everything already. Yet there was something about the last bit to be revealed that really enticed him. They were large, there was no doubt about that. But they were also impossibly perky. The slopes of her breasts ended at the firm tips of her nipples. Skin glistening from her exertions. She had been right. Her breasts were not as large as Starfire’s (he assumed, having never seen them, but Starfire was not afraid to show a lot of skin and wear skintight clothing), and certainly not as large as Raven’s. But what she had, she wore extremely well.

 

“I hope you enjoyed your lap dance, pet.” Whether he treated the question as rhetorical or literal, she didn’t care. Though she favored the former. She was one of the few villains who liked to converse, rather than monologue. Surprising, given her narcissistic nature, that she wanted anyone to talk but herself. But any chance for someone to sing her praises, she welcomed.

 

“Actually, Blackfire…” Anon paused to continue catching his breath. “I gotta say, I fucking hated it.” A risky move to take a staunch stance against her, given how powerless he was. But then he wasn’t really thinking.

 

“Tsk, aw,” Blackfire cooed, feigning offense. “If you hated it so much, why did you move yourself over to the champagne room?” Blackfire swung her arm out, showcasing the bed on which he sat. Anon hadn’t been to a lot of strip clubs in his life. The occasional one during a bachelor party or sneaking in while his friend’s older brother was working as a bouncer. So, he knew what the ‘champagne room’ was, even if he’d never had the pleasure. In short: he was about to get even more familiar with her.

 

Her purple eyes locked onto him, never breaking away for a second. In a single smooth motion, Blackfire hooked her thumbs into her panties, and pulled them down. As she bent forward, her face suddenly came close to Anon, causing him to scramble backwards. A reaction that caused her no small amount of amusement. She considered biting at the air in front of him, furthering his shock and fear. Nah, I want to keep him at least a little aroused, she thought. Something she felt she accomplished based on what she was seeing between his legs.

 

The athletic woman stood back up, displaying her entire form for him. While he drank it all in, Blackfire stepped one foot out of her panties. The other foot was brought up behind her, allowing her to grab her panties hanging from her ankle. Proudly, she held them up in front of him.

 

“See this?” She didn’t bother waiting for an answer. “They’re soaked. You did this, y’know.” Her claim came with her gently swinging the underwear in front of him. “Don’t believe me?” He believed her. “I’ll prove it.” She didn’t need to. But she would. Suddenly, Blackfire pressed the thong down onto Anon, trying to cover the squirming man under them, ensuring that he stayed under the damp front. His constant thrashing and muffled yelling elicited a wicked laugh from her. However, she didn’t want to hurt him (permanently), so she showed mercy and tossed the panties away.

 

“You’re insane!” Anon screamed after catching his breath. He was thankful that her scent was not offensive. It was surprisingly sweet, and a bit alluring. However, being wrapped up in nothing but the smell of her arousal caused him to panic, longing for fresh air. Trying not to give her any more power, Anon kept his eyes from dropping to her pussy. He knew there was no doubt it would be just as sexy as the rest of her, and he didn’t want to fuel her ego. No matter how curious he was.

 

“Would you be surprised to know you’re not the first person to tell me that?” Her agreement came with an apathetic shrug. “But saying that won’t stop what’s about to happen.” With a predator’s aura, Blackfire slid onto the bed, starting at the foot. She wanted to spend as long as possible crawling up to Anon. And crawl she did. Hand before knee, her heavy tits swaying slightly with her swinging hips. Her eyes barely blinked as she approached.

 

“Is there anything I can say that will stop you?” he asked. Blackfire shook her head silently. Once he felt she was nearly in arm’s reach, he darted for the side of the bed. Naturally, she was too fast and her reach too great. There was no escape – not that he’d ever stop trying. He just had to be smarter about it. Quickly, with Anon clutched in her fist, Blackfire spun herself around and came to lay down on the bed, resting her head comfortably on the pillows.

 

“Oh, relax,” Blackfire said with some exasperation. “Like I said before, I’m not going to kill you. I just want to have some fun.” Anon was being pinched at the ankles, held upside down. Gently she moved him against her nipples, gentle teasing them.

 

“Fun and fatal are not the only kind of experiences! It’s not binary like that.” He didn’t know why he was continuing to argue with her, but he just couldn’t help himself. If nothing else, it got his mind off being headbutted by a nipple.

 

“Well, that is true,” she said, pursing her lips in agreement. “For me, things just aren’t as fun if they’re not fatal. Only this time, it could be fatal only for you.” Blackfire let out another wicked laugh. Her cackling bounced her breasts, bumping into Anon. “Anyway, get down there and get started.” Before Anon could have two seconds to ponder her meaning, Blackfire gave a soft toss of his body. Though to him it was anything but soft. Regardless, he landed between her spread thighs.

 

Anon shook his head, getting up as he recovered from the toss. Needing to brace himself, he reached out and pressed his hand against her flesh. One second after he had, he thought there might be a chance he wasn’t bracing against her thigh. Two seconds after he had, Blackfire let out a shivering whimper, and he knew hew wasn’t. Anon yanked his hand away from her wet outer lips. Her cum coated his hand, coming off only when he wiped it on the bedspread.

 

Blackfire’s pussy was an intimidating sight. Her hips moved on instinct, trying to lead her pussy toward something to fill it. The light caught against her wet lips. Again, Anon was subjected to that scent he couldn’t help but enjoy – on some level. Maybe it’s a power that her alien species has. He actually took a couple steps toward her. Then, he immediately walked back half a dozen. He had no interest in pleasuring her.

 

“Get a move on, pet.” Blackfire’s voice still dripped with arousal but was gaining some annoyance. “Unless you’d rather I come down there and show you what to do myself.” Her threat was backed up by her looming hand. Digits twitching in the air, ready to guide Anon forward.

 

‘Guide’ sounded too soft of a word. More like her fingers were ready to force Anon forward. He loudly and quickly protested. After promising he would handle things on his own, Anon once again approached her looming sex. He was cautious, though. As if at any second, a lashing tongue would shoot out of her pussy and yank him in. Thankfully, that didn’t happen. Once he was close enough, Anon started to massage her labia.

 

Raven had had Anon between her legs more times than he could count. He studied, every time, what reactions he could elicit from her, and how. Anon knew exactly how best to give her the best orgasm possible. He knew Blackfire was not identical to Raven. In more ways than one, he thought. But he was confident there would be enough overlap that he could get Blackfire off. His hope was that if he got her off, she’d lay off. Anon figured she was going to use him to climax, anyway. He might as well have some agency in it.

 

The quivering bitch-monster was surprised at how well he was doing. She was actually growing tired of him constantly exceeding her expectations. Sometimes she just wants to be right more than she wants to be ‘pleasantly surprised.’ Nevertheless, it was hard to argue with the results. Even harder to fight against them. Blackfire had assumed he would do well. However, it could be simply the fact that he was a sentient creature, forced to service her sexually, and her having the power to kill him with her body, that made it hotter than expected. Not that she couldn’t do that even if he were regular sized. Immolation was not outside the scope of her willing actions.

 

In any case, she assumed it’d feel good simply because he was involved. He was proving, though, that he really knew what he was doing down there. She thought about how he could have gotten so good. Suddenly, she had a thought that ran a shiver throughout her body. Blackfire imagined Raven putting him down there, guiding his body with her hand, and he would use his hands on her body. She’d be throwing her chest out and biting her fist as he brought her to climax after climax. Which caused her to imagine a sweat-covered Raven, wailing in excessive pleasure. Blackfire began to mimic the imaginary Raven.

 

In truth, she wasn’t far off in her fantasy. Anon would often spend over an hour on her. Caressing her lips. Polishing her clit. Getting coated in her juices. And, of course, there was exploring inside her. Raven actually got off more when he was outside of than inside. She had a theory that it was because she had less reason to worry for his safety when he wasn’t in her dark, humid, cave.

 

Blackfire would get to enjoy the fruits of his labors with Raven, in the hotel room. She hadn’t bothered to count the orgasms. Why bother? She thought. She figured he’d get one, maybe two, climaxes out of her, and then he’d be too exhausted to continue. Then she’d get to “revive” him by dropping him in her mouth and sucking off her cum. But she had underestimated him.

 

The only time she did bother to guide him was when she aggressively plucked him up and dropped him onto her clit. He was perfectly capable of reaching her clit on his own. He’d climbed Raven more than enough times to find any footholds. Anon didn’t bother doing so with Blackfire because he didn’t really care. His pride told him to do a good job. His anger told him he didn’t have to do a great job. When Blackfire took matters (and him) into her own hand, then dropped him down onto her clit, he wasn’t about to slide back down just to spite her. Though, Anon figured he might, involuntarily, as polishing her pearl only made her buck more aggressively, and make things harder for him.

 

The wicked woman hadn’t bothered to count the orgasms, but it didn’t feel like she had more than one. To her, it felt more like one long orgasm, with occasional spikes in pleasure, then a moment to “rest.” Although she didn’t do much resting. At one such “peak,” Blackfire threw her hips up higher than she had before.

 

Anon finally had met his match. At the most recent thrust, he fell off from Blackfire’s pussy. Thankfully, the fall was nothing to worry about. But there was a problem. The climaxing woman was keeping her hips in the air, shuddering, her slit dripping onto the mattress. Now there was a space between the bed and her raised ass. Her quivering, and impression of her butt on the bedspread, caused him to roll under her. Before he could clamor his way out, Blackfire let her body drop back down onto the bed. Anon was once again trapped under her butt.

 

Blackfire wasn’t aware of the sensations of her body. It would give the occasional twitch while it relaxed from Anon’s manipulations. Meanwhile, her mind detached, trying not to feel even the falling pleasure of her flesh. How had he done that, she wondered? His honed skills and the feeling of power fused into the perfect sensation. Blackfire was tempted to share him. It might be one of her rare benevolent actions. Though, maybe not entirely altruistic. She’d still be in the room with whomever she rented him out to. No reason not to share their pleasure while she shared him.

 

Slowly, Starfire’s sister had come down enough to be aware of her surroundings. Gradually. It would still be a moment before she became aware of an odd itching sensation in her ass crack. Still in recovery, she hadn’t even considered that it might be Anon down there. Instinctively, Blackfire reached down underneath her ass to investigate. Suddenly, she felt the frantic movements of Anon. A smirk drew across her lips as she remembered him. Playfully, sinfully, she pushed up on him, driving him closer and closer to her asshole.

 

Blackfire had to stop sooner than she wanted. The more she pushed on him, the more he thrashed, the more it tickled. She had even clenched her cheeks tightly. Her body naturally wanting to quell him. But her mind’s desire won out, and she let her clenching relax. Anon dropped back into her palm. Carefully, she pulled him free, slowing carrying over her sweaty body, so she could look upon the effect her body had on him.

 

Once again, Anon was trying to catch his breath. It was bad enough he once again found himself trapped under her ass, but then she’d tried to drive him up inside her. For once, he was thankful she had other plans for him. That feeling would change soon.

 

“Wow,” she complimented, gifting him with a short laugh and wide eyes of appreciation. “Just…wow. I think your size gives you an advantage. It’s like you can better see and press the right buttons down there – especially the one that matters most.” Blackfire threw him a wink, but he remained unamused. “I can see why Raven was so protective of you.”

 

“Or,” he panted, “she was afraid you might kidnap me and turn me into a sex toy.”

 

“Hmmm,” Blackfire acted as if briefly lost in thought, “no, I think she was just being selfish. Hog all the orgasms for herself.” Anon didn’t react at all to her attempts at humor. She couldn’t care less. She teased for her own amusement, not his. “I gotta ask, though. Why did I find you moving around in my crack, dirty boy?’

 

“I rolled under while you were having one of her orgasms,” Anon explained. “When you dropped back down, I was directly between your cheeks. I was just trying to get out.”

 

“Mmm…nah,” Blackfire disagreed, smirking at his exhausted, heavy, exhale. “I think you were just eager to move the show to a different venue. Did my lap dance spark something in you?” she asked. “Or have you explored Raven everywhere?” He had. Though with her, he didn’t want to. Anon made a show of his disgust. Again, Blackfire didn’t care. If it meant he squirmed harder, even better. “Since you’ve been so good to me,” she purred, “I’m going to make your dreams come true.

 

Before he could leap from her palm (as if it would help), her fingers closed in, trapping him in her fist. She moved quickly and with purpose. Her fist thus swung this way and that, making him sick. If he wasn’t so used to the sudden g-force of being handled by a giantess, he might have spilled carnival food on the bed. When she finally stopped, and he was able to get a good look of where he was, he saw she was on her hands and knees, face down, ass up. Her hand reached back to pull apart her cheeks.

 

Anon began to aggressively squirm. Blackfire began to smile wickedly.

 

“Eager, huh?” Blackfire asked, holding him in front of her face. She hadn’t really gotten a close look at him before. “Huh, you’re actually pretty cute, pet.” Her sincere compliment meant very little to Anon. Shamefully, though, it did fill him with some pride – a gorgeous alien finding him cute. Without another word, Blackfire moved him back toward her ass.

 

He knew what was coming next. He hoped that maybe he was wrong. That she liked doing the last-minute change-up, just to screw with him. Anon really didn’t want to be shoved into her ass. Although, some part of him did. Again, he did have a sick attraction to the wicked creature. And having another opportunity to impress her with the pleasure he could elicit was exciting. Even if it meant possibly being crushed, suffocated, or left inside of her anus.

 

Wasting no time, Blackfire brought him toward her asshole. He would be going in headfirst. She hadn’t given any thought as to which end to stick into her end. But, headfirst was actually easier – for both of them. As much as she’d enjoy feeling his little feet kicking at her backdoor, doing it that way made it so much harder, especially since he wasn’t willing.

 

Anon approached quickly. He was given almost no time to move his head. He’d been looking straight at her ass as he approached. If he hadn’t looked down in time, he’d have gone face-first into her. Not that he accomplished much. Just delayed the inevitable.

 

She shivered as his hair touched the sensitive opening. She whimpered. Actually whimpered. Blackfire never whimpered, she thought. But in that night alone, he’d forced several out of her. Blackfire ignored whatever mounting pleasure that was birthing as she pushed him into her. She didn’t want to be distracted. She wanted him inside her, and she wanted it now. But suddenly, she stopped.

 

Mercifully, Blackfire took Anon away from her ass before rising up to just be on her knees. He didn’t know why she’d changed her mind, but he was grateful she did. Anon looked up, and saw she was looking out the large floor-to-ceiling window across from the bed. He did what he could to try and see what she was seeing, but it was hard with how she held him. All he saw was the night sky and sea of buildings.

 

What Blackfire was seeing were two distinct lights. One a bright green. The other, something that was just purple enough to separate the night sky from the black ‘flame.’ It wasn’t hard for her to figure out what they were, especially since they were coming from the Titans Tower.

 

“Fuck,” Blackfire uttered, disappointed. “Looks like I underestimated your friends’ intelligence yet again.” She let out a deflating sigh. “Based on how far away they are, and how fast I know they can move, I’d say I have 5 minutes before they bust in here.”

 

Anon was elated. He actually smiled. She’d found him. His girlfriend had found him.

 

“Really no point in running. Hm. Time to cover my tracks, I guess.” Blackfire slid off the bed, continuing to hold Anon firmly in her grasp. With one hand, she pulled out a bottle of scotch from the mini bar. At an astronomical price.

 

“Wait…what are you doing?” Anon didn’t like the sound of “cover my tracks.”

 

“Want to know why I so often evade arrest; despite all the thousands of crimes I commit?” she asked. “It’s because I have two rules: leave no evidence and leave no witnesses.” Blackfire smirked at the color drain from his face. All the while she poured more than enough liquor into a glass. He’d already figured it out. “You, my pet, are both.” She didn’t have time to taunt him further. She just had to go for it. Once she was ready, she raised Anon up over her head and looked up.

 

“Wait…wait! Stop! Don’t do this! I’m a human being!” he pleaded.

 

“Actually, you’re a small fraction of a human being. Enough that I won’t feel guilty about this.” Not that she was likely to anyway. After a quick lick of her lips, building up saliva and making her dark lips shine, Blackfire opened her mouth.

 

Anon looked down at her yawning maw. He could look nowhere else. It was dark and eager for him. Strands a spit connected the roof to her tongue. Twitching, eager tongue, flicking at the air, wanting him more than anything. It was so wet and slick, Anon didn’t think he’d be able to grip onto it at all.

 

“For what it’s worth, Anon,” Blackfire spoke, affording him a break from gazing into the abyss. She even used his name as a final show of respect. “I really would have kept you with me. You were a lot of fun. Shame it had to end so soon. Oh well!” Again, her mouth opened wide. Then he was dropped. Right down into her mouth, his body slapping against her tongue.

 

Despite what he thought, he had been able to get a slight grip on the saliva-soaked muscle. It was less because of his grip strength, and more because she leveled out her head once he was in. He was understandably terrified. Even when he engaged in mouthplay with Raven, he was apprehensive. If he didn’t trust her so much, he wouldn’t even consider it. As Blackfire turned, he could see outside of her mouth. Out to the window. Out to Raven. There could be no doubt what those lights were. But they were so far away.

 

And her mouth closed.

 

Her mouth closed with a click of her teeth. Even though she didn’t have time to waste, she took some time to suck on him. After all, she truly enjoyed his flavor. And the way he squirmed as she tasted him. She sighed, through her nose, once again expressing her displeasure. But, she valued her freedom more than his life. Without further delay, she took a sip of scotch and tilted her head back slightly.

 

Suddenly, light broke into the darkness. Anon had tried to crawl towards her lips once they had shut. After she began to savor him, he was tossed around. He was dragged across the roof of her mouth. He was tossed toward her hard teeth. And of course, he was assaulted by her eager and skillful tongue. Afterwards, he resumed crawling, but immediately stopped. He wasn’t sure where he was facing. For all he knew, he was facing towards her throat, and he’d only hasten his demise.

 

When the mouth opened, if only slightly, he saw that he was actually facing the right way. Not that it mattered. A half second after her lips parted, he saw the glass raised to him. Almost immediately, far too quick for him to react, a rush of liquor splashed into her mouth, and took him up in its current. From between her open lips, just as she lowered the glass, he could just barely make out the green and black lights. Still too far away.

 

GULP

 

Once he was back far enough, Blackfire swallowed. She was confident she could have done so without the drink. She’d had bigger things than him in her mouth before, and she handled them fine. She’d even had some sentient creatures, roughly his size, in there before. Their taste was nowhere near on par with his own. If only he’d been bitter or rotten tasting. Then she might have just tried to crush or suffocate him. Something mercifully faster than slowly digesting him. And her species’ stomachs took their time.

 

His trip was a brief one. He was overcome with scotch, he felt her throat open up, he was squeezed through a fleshy tube, and then he was pushed through another tight fit. All ending with a splat as he landed in her stomach. Naturally, he couldn’t see inside. Anon was mostly thankful for that. Though if he could, he’d hoped he’d be able to find a way out. Or a way to delay his digestion.

 

It didn’t immediately burn like he thought it would. In his nightmares, stomach acid was like the acid seen on TV. Something quick to dissolve and destroy. Instead, it was just…gross. Everything was wet with the acid and scotch. The walls and floor were squishy. Anon could hear a terrifying gurgling – like it was an approaching beast. The smell was…better left unsaid. Intense odor or not, his sole thought was getting out. Well, that and Raven. Deep down, he knew it was impossible to escape. What could he do? Punch his way out? He was certainly trying, the way he pummeled the wall. So, in the end, he just thought of Raven. His wonderful girlfriend that he loved. It occurred to him that he didn’t know if he’d ever said “I love you” to her. He was so confident they both felt the same way, that it might as well go unsaid.

 

I’m a fucking idiot, he thought. Anon stopped punching Blackfire. Much to her dismay. If he was going to go, he was going to do it thinking about Raven. To taunt him, Blackfire tapped her stomach and let out a satisfied “mmm.” The sound of the tapping was more intense than expected. She won’t even let me die in peace. That bitch. Anon growled. Suddenly, a sound far more intense than before was heard. It was loud enough to really rattle him.

 

It’s them! It had to be, he thought. There was the possibility that Blackfire blasted out of the hotel room and was flying off. But no, he was confident it was glass shattering. They’re here! With newfound hope and vigor, Anon stood back up and beat his hands against the walls of her stomach. He shouted as loud as he could, screaming “Raven!” and “Help!” over and over. He spoke as clearly as he could. It seemed unlikely they could hear him. Raven would have to put her ear to Blackfire’s stomach to hear him. It was in their hands now, he figured.

 

He could hear more sounds. Definitely talking. Definitely arguing. The clearest voice (Blackfire he assumed) was calm and haughty. But there were other voices. Voices rising in volume and anger. Even if they could hear him from within Blackfire’s stomach, they wouldn’t hear him over their own shouting. In any case, Anon hoped they’d save him soon. The stomach acids weren’t exactly going to digest him in the next five seconds, but his skin did feel hotter than before.

 

Suddenly, there was a barrage of loud noises. Are they fighting? He thought. He was also not surprised. When he felt his body being thrown in every direction, thankful the walls were soft, he knew they were fighting. And although the walls her soft, being splashed with acid and scotch constantly was making it hard for him to breathe. It was like he was being submerged.

 

Just as he was getting used to things, he felt a huge impact on Blackfire’s stomach. The force sent him flying, though not very far, of course. He’d actually felt that one. Thankfully not the full force of it. He heard Blackfire laugh soon after. She must have known he had effectively been punched. Then he heard another sound of impact on her. Thankfully not on her stomach.

 

The fight continued a bit longer. Anon was exhausted. He could barely move. He could barely breathe. His eyes stung from the liquid concoction he’d been aggressively doused with. And then there was silence. He of course could have no idea who won. Maybe Blackfire had been knocked out. Maybe she’d won and was staring triumphantly at the defeated titans. In that moment, all he cared about was getting his bearings.

 

But he wouldn’t.

 

As soon as he stopped being dizzy, he felt himself being carried. It was odd for numerous reasons. Not least of all the fact that he didn’t feel anything gripping him. There was no force pushing or pulling on him. He just knew he’d left the pool of acids and was being carried. The trip back up the throat was difficult. Blackfire’s throat didn’t like things moving in that direction. It kept wanting to push him back down. But he eventually won out. Blackfire’s mouth was barely open, letting in just a bit of light. And he continued to be carried, his feet dragging softly against her tongue.

 

Then there was light. Blinding, welcoming, warm light. Anon shielded his eyes. He hadn’t been in there for long, but it was so devoid of light, that coming back out was blinding. He didn’t open his eyes until he heard it.

 

A voice.

 

Raven’s voice.

 

“Anon?”

 

He was floating there in front of her, still six feet away, but still in front of her. Though, she looked different. He’d never seen her as she was. The only word that could be used to describe her was ‘demonic.’ Her skin had even become red. And her eyes were glowing intensely. All four of them. She was breathing heavily, barely able to keep herself together. But it was her, he knew it. It was his Raven.

 

“Raven!”

 

As soon as he called out to her, as soon as he proved he was alive, Raven’s face changed. Her eyes returned to normal, both in color and quantity. Her skin darkened – in a good way. And best of all, she smiled. Really smiled. Not a smirk, or a small, wry smile. A real, teeth showing, smile. She had used a spell to reach into Blackfire and pull him free. Starfire suggested they make Blackfire throw up, but Raven feared it might be traumatizing for Anon. With the spell, there’d be a smoother transition – plus it’d be really uncomfortable, and even painful, for Blackfire.

 

Swiftly, Raven came to him, rather than levitate him over to her. As soon as she was in arm’s reach, she cupped him in her hands and pressed her to her cheek. They both thought about how warm the other one felt. Raven tried not to think about what he was coated in. Especially as she kissed him over and over, before pressing him to her cheek again.

 

“Oh, Anon, I was so scared!” she admitted.

 

“Me, too, Raven. Me, too.” Without even considering the implications, he then said, “I love you so much.” He still hadn’t confirmed whether or not he’d said it before. But he was saying it now. And her silence was deafening. But brief.

 

“I love you, too, Anon!” Raven had also been unsure if either of them had said it before. Her love had just felt so natural, that she assumed she’d must have said it – because they were so clearly in love, as far as she was concerned. “I love you!” she said again and repeated it several times after. She even shed a tear. A tear which rolled down and splashed onto Anon. He didn’t mind. If anything, he liked it.

 

But the reunion had to be put on pause. There were other matters to attend to. Raven pulled Anon away from her cheek, moving him close to her chest. Anon looked ahead of her, and he saw Starfire standing over a defeated, naked, Blackfire. She was wearing an odd-looking pair of cuffs. Specially designed to contain her strength and powers, he figured. She also wasn’t moving. Anon didn’t think she was dead, though. Even though he was sure at least Raven had a murderous aura about her when she arrived. Besides, they wouldn’t bother to cuff a dead woman.

 

The room was unsurprisingly trashed. Smashed furniture and fixtures. Scorch marks on every surface. He even saw a flickering green ember before Starfire put it out. Literally everything was destroyed in some fashion. Though Anon was unaware of it, Blackfire tried to take the fight outside. Better maneuverability. But Raven and Starfire wouldn’t allow it. Too much risk for Anon to be expelled and fall. They knew they’d catch him, of course, but Blackfire would use that time to slip away. And a fact known only to Blackfire, Anon had actually helped with the fight. Because of his constant movements and punching, Blackfire was constantly being stimulated. She desperately wanted to stop and masturbate while he did. That distraction, no matter how big, helped give Raven and Starfire an edge.

 

Starfire clearly had a mix of emotions on her face. Joy at the reunion, overjoyed at their confession of love for one another. She also looked miserable and angry because of her sister. A bit of guilt, too, because she let her into the tower, and trusted her.

 

“I’ll take care of her,” Starfire said. “I’ll also talk to the hotel management,” she said as she heard someone knocking aggressively on the door. “You just take Anon home.”

 

Without a single word of argument, and with an appreciative nod from both Raven and Anon, Raven did exactly that. During the flight home, Anon was kept close to her chest. Not in her cleavage, like he’d been all day, and definitely enjoyed. But close to her heart. Listening to her calming heartbeat.  

 

It had been nearly a month since Anon’s kidnapping and subsequent rescue. Though the ordeal had lasted only 53 minutes, the lingering effects had carried on far longer.

 

At first, Anon recoiled at any attempt to touch him, especially if it came unannounced. Thankfully, that hurdle was conquered in only a couple days. Chief among his reasons he recovered quickly? He desperately wanted to touch Raven again. He missed her touch, missed lying on her, listening to her body. Even more than that, he hated the look on her face every time he backed away from her hand. She did what she could to keep her emotions in check. That’s not to say she didn’t emote. A deep sadness showed. It was just that only a fraction was visible. Like an iceberg.

 

He spent two hours resting in Raven’s palm when he finally did stop wincing at her approach, when he didn’t fear walking along her body. She looked so much happier, but she was still down.

 

For a month after Anon’s kidnapping, Raven spent her time in atonement toward Anon – despite his protests. He didn’t blame her, not in the least. If anything, he made sure she knew that she saved his life. Sadly, she had no idea how she could balance the scales, so she just kept on apologizing. In words and actions, Raven tried to show how sorry she was. Her guilt seemed insurmountable. She blamed herself for indulging Blackfire, rather than ignore her completely. She really blamed herself for leaving him alone.

 

Even Starfire was feeling the weight of guilt. Like Raven, she blamed herself for allowing Blackfire inside, rather than turning her away. She knew deep down she couldn’t have done that. Blackfire was a force of nature and telling her ‘no’ would have made its own problems. She was also hoping to further mend her relationship with Blackfire. Those efforts were certainly undone. Also like Raven, Starfire apologized in words as well as actions, similar in how Raven acted, though she did so by treating him like an infant.

 

Every superhero has a complex or two (or hundred). Near the top is the fear of failing, resulting in someone getting hurt. They had the powers of gods, but they can’t save everyone. It was starting to become a problem for the Titans. Most missions they could bench a hero or two, but there were some that required everyone, at full strength. But, Raven refused to leave Anon’s side and refused to take him out of the tower.

 

Eventually, Starfire came to terms with what had happened, and accepted that the only one at fault was Blackfire. It had taken her about a week and a half to come to that conclusion, and Anon was just as happy as she was when she did. Still, Raven wasn’t making progress; and if she was, it was glacial. Starfire getting past things helped Raven out a lot, though. Not only did it show Raven that it was possible to heal, but it allowed Starfire to tag in for hanging out with Anon, when they had missions that required an occult touch. Anon was annoyed at first, being babysat, but it gave him time to hang out with Starfire and get to know her better. He could see why she had been able to break through Raven’s icy exterior and become her friend. Starfire was relentless with her friendship. And just generally fun to be around.

 

It had been nearly a month since Anon’s kidnapping and subsequent rescue, and Raven had finally made a breakthrough. She had figured out how to truly make things up to Anon. It was something she needed refined, though, and so she called Starfire to her bedroom to talk, in private, in her bathroom. Privacy or no, she wanted to be close to Anon.

 

Anon was watching Netflix on the propped up smart phone, sitting on a hacky sack, when Raven and Starfire finally exited the bathroom together. They hadn’t told him what they were going in there for, but he could see that Raven looked tentatively happy, and Starfire looked excited.

 

Starfire looked straight out of a decades-old boner comedy about teens at a summer camp. She wore flat, red, Vans that contrasted well against her knee-high tube socks. The combination of the white socks with her orange legs evoked thoughts of orange creamsicles. The ‘camp counselor’ had gifted everyone the entirety of her legs by wearing microscopic Daisy Dukes. Shorts that could be mistaken for panties, if it weren’t for the strings of her yellow bikini bottoms rising up out of her denim. Not to mention the white pockets that were hanging out of the bottom from the shorts being cut so high. Well past her belly button, Starfire was wearing a red tube top, with the logo of the fictional summer camp. Tight, of course, to show off the heft and bounce of her breasts, bound only in the yellow string bikini top.

 

In a similar, but completely different, trend of naughty schoolgirls, Raven looked like she’d walked out of a Catholic school, where she’d been kicked out for practicing Satanic rituals. The Catholic school girl outfit, sexy enough as it was, was corrupted with a gothic flair. No more Mary Janes, but instead she wore heeled boots. Gone were the thigh-high white stockings, or socks if desired. In their place were fishnet stockings – torn in several places. The plaid skirt remained, there was no reason to ditch that. Though she did accessorize it by wearing an unnecessary studded belt that hung loosely on her wide, swinging, hips. Like Starfire, the space between the top of her bottoms and the bottom of her top was a long expanse of exposed, toned, flesh. Though where Starfire’s was heavily toned, Raven had just a bit more baby fat remaining, while maintaining a flat tummy look. And of course, who could leave out the button-up blouse that had been tied up at the bottom to hoist up the heaving, warm, tits? Unsurprisingly, instead of a white top, hers was black. She couldn’t do a black lace bra, or it’d all blend in. But she could do a purple lace one. Raven came with far more accessories than Starfire, that’s for sure. All asymmetrically placed. Bracelets, some rings, a necklace that disappeared into her cleavage, and a collar that caught Anon’s eye.

 

The women always looked stunning, but today they had truly brought their A-game.

 

“Hey, Anon,” Raven said meekly, a far cry from her usual tone. “Think we can talk for a bit?” She hadn’t considered how terrifying those words, mixed with her demeanor, sounded. Nevertheless, he nodded. Taking him from his open living space, she carefully carried him in her cupped hands, then gently let him down onto her nightstand. As he sat down on the smooth surface, Raven took a seat on the edge of her bed, as close to the nightstand as possible. Once they had settled in, Starfire excitedly dropped in right next to Raven, shoulder to shoulder, as the aggressively physical alien was known to do.

 

“As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’ve been feeling guilty about…what happened, weeks ago.” Raven could tell how much he was holding back a playfully sarcastic comment; a thought which did almost make her smile. She silently praised him for that respectful restraint. “I’ve been trying to think about how I could make things right. Starfire helped me realize that I couldn’t get past it, not entirely, because I was trying to stay miserable. To punish myself.” Raven progressed quickly forward as she saw Anon’s face gather worry. “But! But, I know that’s not the way to do things. Still, I feel like I need to apologize.” Again, Raven quickly jumped to the next sentence, as she could see him prepare to disagree – and she really didn’t want him to. “Thankfully, Starfire came up with an ide—”

 

“Oh no, friend Raven,” Starfire interrupted happily, “this was your idea. I just helped.” The redhaired beauty wanted to make sure Raven got all the credit, when the plan went off without a hitch. As she was certain it would. Raven, meanwhile, was trying to shoulder some of the credit onto Starfire, in case things went wrong. As she was certain they could.

 

“Thank you, Starfire,” Raven grumbled while Starfire smiled. “Anyway, we had an idea that could help us, Anon. Help us be like how we were before. Help us be intimate again.”

 

At first, Anon was annoyed Raven had clearly been talking about their sex life with Starfire. But, he figured, girl friends discuss those sorts of things (according to TV and movies, and why would they lie?). Besides, he trusted Star almost as much as he trusted Raven. If any third party had to learn about how they get off, he’d choose Starfire. Still, he wasn’t sure what he should say during her explanation; of if he should say anything at all. The smart money was on affirmative nods.

 

“It may seem…odd.” Raven folded her hands over each other, again and again, nervously. “It may seem…drastic, or sudden. But Starfire is confident this will work.”

 

Anon continued to look on, still in the dark, but the gears were moving faster and faster in his head. But he dared not risk spoiling things by openly theorizing.

 

“And if you don’t want to do this, I completely understand,” Raven said with underlined assurance. The last thing she wanted was to pressure him into anything. “Starfire and I think that you and I could use some…outside help. That maybe if we had a guiding hand, things would move more quickly, and—”

 

“Please, would you like to have a threesome, Anon?” Starfire interjected. It wasn’t that she was annoyed by Raven’s uncharacteristic stammering. She just couldn’t contain her excitement any longer. Both Raven and Anon’s jaws dropped, but it was Raven who pulled herself together first.

 

“Starfire! You can’t just…come right out and say it,” Raven complained.

 

“Oh, I am sorry!” she said with a genuine apologetic tone. “Should we start over again?” She couldn’t bear it if Raven chose that option. “Do you want to go back into the room of bathing?”

 

“No, no, it’s fine.” When Raven turned her attention back to Anon, he looked to be still comprehending what he just heard. He had just been offered a threesome with two gorgeous goddesses. She predicted he’d need to adjust. “Starfire and I have been talking about it for the past several days. She was on board pretty much immediately,” Raven revealed. Starfire proudly smiled at her own ‘bravery.’ “The rest of the time was Starfire trying to convince me to do it.” Anon would have loved to have heard the winning argument there. “We all trust each other here, and we’re all attracted to one another…” Raven paused her thought, looking to Anon, then to Starfire, as they did the similarly. “…so, I think this could be fun. And really good for us.”

“And really fun!” Starfire beamed. Her body buzzed with excitement. She wasn’t sure who she was more eager to fuck first, but she was definitely excited.

 

“What do you think, Anon? Would this be…something you’d want to do?” Raven asked. “And no pressure to say yes, either! Just because we want to, doesn’t mean you have to want to.” She watched her boyfriend carefully. If she hadn’t seen his lips move, she wouldn’t have known he’d said anything. “What did you say?” Again, he mumbled. “Speak up, Anon.”

 

“I want…that. This. I want…yes. Yes, please,” Anon finally managed to stammer out somewhat coherently. Raven smiled at his answer, and Starfire beamed.

 

“Oh! But first,” Raven exclaimed before Starfire could rip off her top. “Things are probably going to get pretty intense, especially for you, Anon.” She didn’t have to tell him twice. “I wasn’t going to do this until I had perfected a specific spell.” Before she explained, Raven let out her trademark magic words, causing a faint glow to appear and disappear on Anon. “This is a sort of emergency button spell. If ever you’re trapped, either under us or inside of us, or you just need to tap out and can’t escape under your own power, think my name three items. I’ll then hear the chant in my head, and I’ll teleport you to where you’re standing now. Give it a try.”

 

Naturally, for the spell to be best illustrated, Anon needed to be moved somewhere. Starfire volunteered, reaching across Raven (using the time to grope her thigh), and picked up Anon. The redhead sat upright again, looked down at Anon in her cupped palm, and nodded. As instructed, he thought her name three times. As soon as he heard Raven speak, his position changed. There was no flash of light or anything fancy. He was one place, and then he was in another. He had to regain his balance for a moment, but he was otherwise unharmed.

 

“This won’t just be for today, either. Like your durability spell, it’ll keep going until I decide to undo it,” Raven explained proudly. “And I’ll continue to perfect it.”

 

“Oh, so it’s sort of like the ‘click your heels three times’ thing from the Wizard of Oz.” Anon could see Starfire was in pointed agreement. Clearly, she had thought the same thing as him, when Raven had told her about the spell earlier. Raven, however, looked annoyed.

 

“Uh, no, this spell is based on one that dates back 200 years before that movie.” Raven huffed cutely (well, cute to Starfire and Anon). “If anything, the movie copied the spell.” She knew that didn’t matter to them. But she’d be damned if she was going to let misinformation on magic fester in the world. Composing herself, the goth continued. “It sounds like everyone is on board then.” It took a lot of willpower for Raven to contain her excitement and her arousal. “So, Starfire, I guess you and I can—” Raven was going to suggest she and her get together the upcoming weekend to start figuring out what times worked best for everyone, how best to do the threeway, decide if they should get something to eat first, etc. Instead, what happened was she was interrupted by Starfire grabbing her head and forcing her lips against her own with blinding speed and passion.

 

There was no way Starfire was going to wait any longer.

 

Oh, Raven ‘protested’ at first. She made meek little whimpers against Starfire’s eager, plump, lips. Her hands were held out, as if to give her plausible deniability, should anyone ask who kissed whom. Starfire was undeterred, however. And, sure enough, Raven eventually stopped acting conservative, and started acting as she really was: horny as fuck.

 

Raven’s body relaxed, melting into Star’s. Her hands came to join in, first going through her luxurious red hair. The goth let out a subtle moan at the sensation. She’d always envied Star’s hair, even though she had no idea what she’d even do if she had it. Eventually, her hands fell onto Star’s shoulders, while Star’s hands were on her hips Even though Star had introduced her tongue to the equation, going from licking at Raven’s lips to gliding in and out of her mouth, Star was eager for more. Certainly, Star was comfortable letting Raven lead – if she stepped up to the role, and didn’t go too slow. Since Raven hadn’t, Starfire moved things quickly along, and pinned Raven to the bed.

 

Since the first second he saw Star move in for the kill, Anon had been transfixed. He’d never really thought about just how loud kissing could be. Sure, he’d kissed Raven, but that wasn’t the same as what he was seeing before him. Their mouths were at war with one another, eager to come out as the alpha. Their beautiful lips pressed and slid against one another’s. Every so often their mouths parted enough that he could see their tongues exploring the other’s mouth. Just the wet sounds of lips smacking, tongues moving, and general spit being swapped was much louder than he expected.

 

Not that he was complaining.

 

When Starfire had pushed Raven down onto the bed, not breaking the kiss for a moment, the sound was even louder – and the sight even better. Sitting on the nightstand, Anon had the best view in the house. The best IMAX show ever. Raven and Starfire, making out fervently, working out years of frustrating horniness for each other. He could see that their tongues were no longer massaging; they were wrestling. Anon swore he could feel the increasing body heat from them. When the sound of their combined moans grew even louder, he’d had enough. He had to take off his pants.

 

As focused as she was on Raven, Starfire was still aware of the outside world. In her peripheral, in one of the few moments she had opened her eyes during the kiss, she spotted Anon moving. He had just pulled off his pants, tossed them aside, and pushed his hand down his boxers. She hadn’t forgotten about him. It was just at the starting moment of the ‘event,’ Starfire’s sole focus was on Raven – her teammate and best friend that she’d been lusting after for nearly as long as she’d known her. She’d been lusting after Anon, too, just not nearly as long as Raven. With great reluctance, Starfire broke the kiss.

 

Strands of spit came from Starfire’s mouth to Raven’s. Both women were panting; their lips still moving as if the kiss had never stopped. Neither wished it had. While Raven caught her breath, Starfire reached out a hand to Anon. Immediately he understood and hopped onto her palm. Gently, she clutched him between her fingers, and sat up.

 

Both he and Starfire looked down onto Raven. Her huge, pale, tits heaving. Her face flushed. Her eyes dreamy. Anon had seen that look on her face on her many times. Starfire was overjoyed she could now say she had too. She somehow tore her attention away from Raven, and gave it to Anon.

 

“Anon, would you like to help me undress your sexy girlfriend?” Starfire sultrily asked.

 

“Yes,” Anon answered, doing his best to downplay his excitement. “Yes, I would.” The raging erection Starfire could feel poking into her finger gave away any excitement he was downplaying. Starfire, in turn, moved that finger gently, stimulating his boner. She was looking forward to all the orgasms she’d give them.

 

“Wonderful!” Starfire’s giddiness had a very innocent quality that ran counter to her overwhelming horniness and general sexuality. She made some space in her cleavage to insert him into, then let her breasts squeeze in together, keeping him secure. The bikini top on its own wouldn’t have been enough to hold him, but the tube top she wore over it helped to create some tight cleavage. Poor Anon hadn’t ridden in someone’s cleavage since Blackfire visited. Starfire generously changed that.

 

“Just tell me what to take off, and how, and I’ll do whatever you say.” Starfire’s instructions were simple and clear. “Whatever you say.”

 

For Anon, this could not be more exciting. He of course wished to undress Raven for nearly as long as he’d known her. She had been willing to undress for him, but he couldn’t do it himself. Now, of course, having Starfire undress Raven for him wasn’t the same experience, either. However, it was one step closer. Besides, he was getting to direct one gorgeous woman in stripping another gorgeous woman – all while inside her cleavage. There were no complaints to be had.

 

“Wow, okay. This just gets more awesome.” Anon barely heard Starfire giggle (though Starfire’s excited giggles always had her chest bouncing); his mind was just racing with possibilities. All just as viable than the next, so he didn’t know where to start. Start simply, I guess. “Let’s start by taking off her boots.” Anon had expected it to be a relatively mundane task, something he could have her do while he thought of something sexier. Leave it to Starfire, though, to make even the mundane sexy.

 

Rather than climb off the bed and kneel at the foot of it. Rather than even back-up, crawling down Raven’s body, and hop off at the foot. Rather than that, Starfire made a complete 180, turning around on Raven’s lap. Unapologetically, Starfire brought up Raven’s leg, bending at the knee and planting her boot flat on the mattress. She needed the boot close enough for her to undo, while also allowing her to back up far enough to hover her ass over her best friend’s face. Her wide-eyed face. Anon wished he’d been able to see her face in that moment, but again he couldn’t complain.

 

Starfire, feeling her best friend’s hot, panting, breath on her inner thigh, lowered herself forward. She’d been given a job to do, and she was never one to disappoint. Gently, so to not make any(more) holes in her stockings, Starfire ran her hands down just below Raven’s skirt, all the way down to the top of her boots. And although she wasn’t going to make more holes, she did make sure to lightly touch Raven’s skin through the holes that were already there. The fiery woman moved like a jungle cat, slowly but surely lowering herself. All while she gradually showed off more and more of her denim covered crotch. Raven gulped at the sight, knowing that only two layers of fabric separated her blushing face from Starfire’s aching sex.

 

Anon didn’t have the most exciting view, albeit from his very exciting seat, but Starfire was committed to giving him and Raven the best experience possible. She knew watching her untie boots was the least exciting part of this undressing, so she filled the silence with something she hoped they would enjoy.

 

“I was telling Raven this earlier, Anon,” Starfire began, her voice husky with lust and eagerness, “but over the years, I have had many fantasies about Raven.” A beat of silence. “Sexual fantasies.” She was sure Anon could have guessed as much, but why miss the opportunity to be extra naughty? “In one, I was a naughty girl in the school, and she was the strict teacher who needed to ‘teach me a lesson.’” Ironic given Raven was now dressed as a Catholic school girl, and Starfire as the authority figure. “For another, we were both trying for the same promotion in an office. To make sure I lost, Raven had the idea to fuck me has hard and as long as possible, so I could not walk into work the next day.”

 

Anon was starting to sweat.

 

“Oh! Oh!” Starfire was starting to get excited just to share, and not just to arouse. “In another, I played her private yoga instructor; but in another, she was my baking instructor – who loved to use my body as a plate. My favorite, though, is where I play a blushing maiden, who finds herself seduced by ways full of lust of the Countess Raven, the alluring and erotic vampire queen, and her three hungry daughters.” Both Anon and Raven were interested to learn nearly all of her fantasies involved a teacher of some kind.

 

“Who played the daughters?” he felt he had to ask.

 

“I believe you have met one or two of them, already. First there was—”

 

“We don’t need to get that specific, Starfire!” Raven called up. She’d barely pulled her mouth off of her inner thigh in time. She didn’t need her boyfriend fantasizing about any more of her friends and colleagues. Not yet, anyway.

 

“The mistake is mine,” Starfire apologized with a smile, looking over her shoulder and moving her hips to the side so she could see her darling Raven. “Anyway, boots are done!” The announcement was immediately followed by the second boot falling to the floor with a thud. “What is next, Mr. Director?”

 

“Hmmm…” Anon was certainly spoiled for choice. He’d planned to use the time to think of the best plan of attack, but then Starfire had gone and distracted him. Starfire sat back up, still straddling Raven, and idly ran her fingertips up and down her orange left breast. So, he had reason to take his time and consider his options. “Let’s get rid of the skirt. I want to see what kind of underwear she has on today.”

 

“Oh, me too!” Starfire gave a few fast claps. When they turned back around, they were both treated to the sight of Raven looking flush. Her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The integrity of her shirt’s knot was being tested.

 

Despite how her body buzzed with excitement, Starfire was capable of keeping her cool and being more seductive than anything. Though it was a struggle fighting the urge to resume kissing her friend and smushing her other friend between all those boobs. Never breaking eye contact, Star lowered herself till she was nipple to nipple with her best friend. She was eager to squeeze them together – and so she did! Gently, she lowered herself more and more. Raven was visibly anticipating when she’d be close enough to kiss again. For Anon, he was anticipating the feeling of the two sets of mammoth mammaries, hugged together with him in the middle.

 

However, Starfire can be a tease. Strategically so. And naturally so. Just as she was about to press her lips against Raven’s, she pulled back. Raven’s dark purple lips kissed at the empty air in an unfulfilled kiss. Her eyes opened and looked up at Starfire, back to sitting upright, demanding an explanation. Clutched in her hand was the skirt Starfire had deftly removed. She’d kept the witchy woman distracted with her tits hugged close to her own, and her eyes staring deeply into Raven’s. All the while, Raven and Anon unaware of what Star’s hands had been up to. The way Starfire smiled, Raven knew that Starfire knew just how much of a naughty ninja she’d been.

 

“How would you like me to undress your girlfriend next, friend Anon?”

 

Anon was certain he wanted to see her bare chest, next. Though, for the sake of showmanship, he wondered if he could have Starfire do it in a flashier manner. Just taking her shirt off would be boring. Anon studied Raven’s heaving chest, eagerly reaching for hands, lips, anything they could get. He noted that her shirt was more open than close, by a considerable margin. With every breath, a tiny bit more of her bra was revealed.

 

“Her shirt.” Simple enough. “Tear it off.” Much better. Raven gasped in surprise. Starfire gasped in excitement. She’d also been debating how best to take off Raven’s shirt, in the most intriguing fashion possible. However, sometimes the direct approach is the best one.

 

“Hey! Wait a minute!” Raven spoke up. Her hands immediately came down on her chest, covering up as much of her chest as she could. “I like this t-shirt!” She was honestly fairly indifferent to it. Both Starfire and Anon could see that truth on her face, clear as day. Still, Raven didn’t know if she just wanted her clothes to be shredded, just for the sake of lust.

 

“I’m sorry, friend Raven, but I must obey my master,” Starfire announced. Anon didn’t hate the sound of that, surprising though it was. Raven, equally, didn’t hate the sound of Starfire speaking submissively. Without wasting another second, Starfire quickly undid the knot Raven had made in her shirt. Before Raven could protest, Starfire grabbed her shirt on either side, making sure to graze her finger tips along Raven’s breasts to keep her placated. With an action that lasted only a second at most, Starfire ripped her arms away. The ferocity of the action left Raven’s chest jiggling.

 

“Dammit, Star!” Raven exclaimed. It was hardly an exclamation of substance. Again, indifferent to the shirt. Still, the look on Starfire’s face when her tits bounced into view? Worth at least one shirt, to say the least. “Well? Was it worth it?” Just said that it was.

 

“Take off the bra and we’ll see.” Anon spoke up for Starfire. Based on her slack jawed stare and divided attention, he was certain what she wanted next. He could really only half understand Star’s feelings. Sure, Raven’s breasts were outstanding; lustfully big while being supernaturally perky. Perfectly positioned on her chest. But Starfire’s breasts were outstanding, too. If Starfire was a humbler creature, today might be the first time he’d seen her tits, but Starfire enjoyed sunbathing nude. And swimming nude. And eating breakfast nude.

 

Not one to upset her fans, Raven reached toward the front of her bra. Her fingers fiddled with the front clasp, until finally Starfire could hear the faintest sound of the clasp being undone. Torturously, Raven kept the bra closed, even going so far to close it a bit further. Though, her audience did at least get to see a deeper cleavage because of it. Not wanting Starfire to start drooling on her sheets (as if that would be the worst fluid that would get on her bed), Raven gave her what she wanted and opened up her bra. The speedy reveal caused them to bounce for a second and a half, before settling into their perfect position. And then, silence.

 

“Ta da,” Raven delivered with heavy sarcasm. In response, both Anon and Starfire began to reward her showmanship with a respectful golf clap. “Oh, the hell with you, the both of you.” Still sarcastic, but with a poorly hidden smile. Anon never tired of seeing them, feeling them, tasting them, etc. For Starfire, it was her first time, and it took a great deal of willpower not to try and marry them. She’d been waiting years to see them, and she was not disappointed. “So, do I need to use magic to pull off my panties?” Raven asked, half joking.

 

“Actually,” Anon spoke up, “Starfire will take them off.” He delivered it as an absolute command rather than a vetoable idea. “Using only her mouth.” After all, what would be the point of having her do it if it wasn’t sexy-fun? Aside from getting to see Raven bottomless?

 

The nominated woman silently agreed, biting her lower lip. She’d somehow taken her eyes off Raven’s chest and moved them to her panties. Starfire wasn’t sure Anon would get a very good view from the vantage of her cleavage, and above all she wanted everyone to have as fun a time as possible. Reaching between her own tits, Star plucked Anon free and laid him to relax between Raven’s breasts – who was back to lying down, resting her head on a pillow high enough to comfortably see down her body.

 

Much as he was sorry to leave those big orange globes, resting between the big grey ones was even better. Back on her person, Anon looked up toward Raven, who greeted him with a smile. She didn’t want him to miss the show, though, so she nudged him on the back, pushing him to watch Starfire. With fascination, Anon watched as Starfire prepared to take off Raven’s panties.

 

To start, Starfire laid tiny kisses along Raven’s skin, just on the edge of her panties. She went left to right, and as soon as she hit that right hip bone, Starfire gripped the fabric with her teeth and started to tug down. Bit by bit she’d repeat this where needed, bringing the garment, leading to a frustratingly slow reveal. Anon hadn’t anticipated how long this might take, but Starfire was committed, and Raven was loving the attention her friend gave her hips. Though, frustratingly for Raven, Starfire ignored her vagina. Starfire was frustrated by that, too, but knew it was better saved for later. Once the panties were past Raven’s wide hips, the process became much easier. After they were freed of Raven’s ample ass, the three silently agreed that the deed was done, and Starfire could just pull them off normally.

 

Starfire considered pocketing the panties then and there, but explaining wanting a souvenir sounded too awkward. She’d steal them later. For now, they were tossed over to Raven, landing dead center on her chest, and eclipsing Anon.

 

He was blanketed in the soaked panties for a while (though he didn’t mind) until Raven showed mercy and lifted them free. He would have been happy to stay longer, but he could see why they were better removed. Like a curtain rising to begin a show, as soon as the panties were off, Starfire was already several hip-sways into a striptease – just for him and Raven.

 

Immediately he recalled his night with Blackfire. She, too, had given him a striptease – though it only amounted to her dropping her dress. Then she focused on the lapdance. Were it several weeks ago, he might freak out. However, he’d adjusted enough that while he might be reminded of Blackfire, he quickly put it out of his mind and focused entirely on Starfire.

 

It also helped that Star put on a captivating performance.

 

The raven-haired beauty would have to agree. She’d expected Star to just peel things off, with the added flair of slowly moving her hips and maybe jumping up and down. It was her first instinct, after all. But Starfire moved like a professional. She used her hands expertly, drawing her audience’s attention exactly where she wanted it. Though they didn’t need it, the sexiness of her curves were highlighted with every planned swing of her hips and arch of her back.

 

Starfire blushed at how entranced her friends were. She knew she was hot. Of course she did. But it was also nice to have that reinforced by those she cared about. The tube top came down first, rolled down in such a way that her tits bounced as soon as its pressure on them was gone. She thought about leaving it rolled up around her belly while she did other things, but she really liked how her stomach looked. Why obscure it?

 

After her top was moved down her legs and kicked to the side, Star began to work on her shoes. Very few ways to take off shoes sexily. Even fewer when you’re just wearing skater shoes instead of high heels. To avert their attention while she bent over to untie her shoes, Star did exactly that: bend over. First, while facing them, showing off her breasts; lightly swinging while she untied her shoe. Then, she turned her back on them, showing off her supple ass. Shoes gone, she took off her socks. Bit easier to do sexily, as it drew attention to her long legs. Stockings would be sexier than knee-high white socks, but she took them off in the exact same way.

 

Though they enjoyed her striptease so far, their eyes really went wide when Starfire started to take off her bikini top. It said something about her showmanship that she could hold their attention in an iron grip, even though they’d both seen her tits many times before. But the way she moved, brushing her arm against a tit to jiggle it. She knew just how to pull on each of the strings. And of course, she kept an arm wrapped around her breasts before the last knot was undone and they would have seen everything. And just like in many other stripping performances Starfire had personally watched, she pulled the top free and tossed it over to her fans. Finally, when her arms did fall away, she had her back to them. Anon and Raven nearly groaned, but Starfire from the back was just as pleasing a sight as from the front.

 

Her shorts came down quickly. Undo the button, drop the zipper, and shimmy the hips while pulling it off them. Starfire hadn’t anticipated how much her desire to be naked would fight against her tight short shorts. Eventually, she got the denim down far enough to let gravity take over. Starfire was coming up on her bikini bottoms next. The fabric was pulled taught against her rear, letting its curves either show through it, or openly from how small the bikini bottoms were. Even as the last piece, those had to be taken off with some pageantry, too. A rolling of the hips, while she herself turned 360 on her heel, slowly – displaying every moving inch of her front and back.

 

“Wow…” Anon’s utterance was entirely unvoluntary. Not shameful, but not something he expected to share so openly. He figured his body’s natural reaction would do all the talking for him. But watching that statuesque warrior undulate for him and Raven forced his thoughts free. “Starfire is…really fuckin’ hot.” No one would say he was eloquent, but he was honest.

 

Perhaps too honest. Raven knew he meant nothing by his observation. Nothing hurtful, anyway. And she absolutely agreed with him. Still, an open declaration about how sexy her friend was? Did not rank high on her list of desires. Going in, she had actually been nervous about how he would compare her to Star. She knew he found her attractive, but selfishly she wanted him to find her the most attractive. Were she privy to his inner thoughts, she’d have 100% confirmation that he did. By far. Which said something when he found Starfire really hot. Raven’s insecurities were not overwhelming, thankfully. However, a minor ‘transgression’ warranted a minor ‘punishment.’

 

Transfixed, Anon watched Starfire pull outward on her hip strings, slowly pulling on them. The woman was a master of teasing. Suddenly, a cruel fate befell him. Just as Starfire was about to undo both ties at once, his world went dark. Raven had pushed her tits together, enveloping him in an overwhelming breast-smother. His body began to squirm all on its own, even though he was only 5% worried something had gone wrong. Maybe 7%.

 

He wasn’t sure how long he was covered in boobs and darkness, though it didn’t seem long. Not long enough as far as he was concerned. Once Raven released her breasts, the mighty pair bouncing back into their resting shape, Anon was left panting and recovering between them. Not truly from a lack of oxygen, though he would have preferred to have been able to take a deep breath before getting crushed. His panting, instead, was just from excited. Jarring and disappointing as it was to suddenly be denied even a second of Starfire’s teasing, his reaction coming out was mostly arousal. Being put into a boobie sandwich by your giantess girlfriend will do that to a person.

 

Once he had been freed, he could see things had changed. Starfire had finished her dance, and he could only guess that the last of her clothes were gone. When he looked up, Starfire was approaching, already on her hands and then climbing up onto her knees, crawling across the bed. The woman spared not even a glance in his direction. Her emeralds were pinned square onto Raven’s amethysts. Overhead, her titaness form passed, not stopping until her pendulous breasts hung overhead.

 

It was true, Starfire hadn’t really looked in his direction. She knew where he was; Raven saw fit to making sure he stayed put. But it was also true was that her focus was entirely on Raven. Starfire wanted to seduce her friend further. Not with her body, but with a smoldering stare. For reasons she didn’t know. She already had Raven naked and in bed, she hardly needed to convince her further to have sex with her. Perhaps she just wanted to prove she could. And given the look Raven gave back to her, she absolutely could.

 

Raven’s chest rose and fell in a steadily rising pace. Not just from arousal, or excitement. She was also nervous. Despite all they’d done already, the night was becoming more and more real. Starfire was on the advance, and she looked hungry for flesh. Raven feared not being able to measure up. Starfire was far more experienced than her, after all, and seemed to have far more expectations for their first time together than Raven could know. The only reason she didn’t panic and call it all off was that Anon was with her. Not from excitement of being able to fuck Starfire. He was excited he’d be able to fuck Starfire with her.

 

After a few beats of Starfire silently staring down at Raven, the fiery titan rose to straddle her. Though it had to be done with great will, Star pulled her attention away from Raven and moved it to Anon. Luckily, she found him to be positively ‘delicious.’ Though she’d never describe him as such, aloud. He looked up at her with such awe and arousal. She’d had many people look upon her with lust. Anon and Raven, though, gave her a fresh shiver through her – body and mind. Tenderly, Starfire reached down. Rather than pinch Anon’s body, she waited until he climbed onto her hand. A level of respect he always appreciated about her.

 

“Anon,” Starfire said, her voice soft and soothing, Anon held level with her face. “Can I ask you something?” The tiny man nodded. Nods and shakes were all the communication he was capable of, with the minimal blood going to his head. “Please, how would you feel about a little…mouth play?” The man in her hand went still. She could feel Raven stiffen up, too. She’d always wanted to with him, long before Blackfire showed up, and now feared the act was ruined for him. “Feel free to say no,” she quickly by firmly reassured. “Your safety takes priority over your pleasure. Over mine and Raven’s. It is the rule one we decided.” Starfire softly stroked his back with her finger. “But I understand you have been telling, for the previous two weeks, that it does not bother you anymore. And I would very much like to…” Starfire paused, considering the best word to use to be 100% clear but also not spook him. “…play.” She hoped that would suffice.

 

The purple haired woman was surprised Starfire openly used that information. Anon hadn’t told her to keep it a secret, but he also didn’t say whether she should go spreading it around. Though of course she only told Starfire. She nevertheless worried it had been an unintentional betrayal of his trust. Additionally, she worried Starfire had unintentionally put a damper on the mood.

 

“Starfire…” Anon, too, paused to consider his words. “…I trust you.” The warmth he saw on her face was all the proof he needed that he’d chosen his words well. Simple, but effective. Sensing her anxiety, he turned to peer down to Raven’s paralyzed face. “Both of you.” That seemed to be all Raven needed to hear for her face to warm back up again.

 

“Then no more delays!” Starfire announced. As soon as she saw Anon turn back around to face her, she parted her lips and revealed her slippery tongue. Not wanting him to think she was about to just gobble him up then and there, the woman moved swiftly. Selfishly, she mostly wanted to act before he could object. She was certain he wouldn’t dislike what came next, at least. Though not like she’d ever been able to do it with another person of his size. Her warm breath washed over Anon as her wet tongue bathed him. Its strength knocked him onto his back while covering him in saliva. Her eyes fluttered at his addictive taste. For a fleeting, dark, never-to-be-revealed moment, she understood why her sister ate him.

 

Raven watched from below. Enraptured. With every loving lick, Starfire shifted his position slightly so she could lick at a new area of skin. Raven knew she could have easily just dropped him into her mouth, sucked on him briefly, and spat him out. He’d be just as soaked as she seemed to want him to be. Raven also knew, however, that Starfire was far too empathetic to do something so potentially traumatizing. Starfire really is the perfect adorable doof to do this with, Raven thought. And no, she’d never call her ‘adorable’ to her face.

 

Movement caught her eye. Forcing herself from watching the erotic display, Raven found herself looking at another one. With Star’s other hand, she was kneading her breast, taking the time to pinch and pull at her nipple in irregular intervals. Starfire’s arousal made it impossible to maintain a pattern. Raven was looking forward to doing that to her, soon. She also imagined Starfire doing the same to her own tits. For the time being, Raven settled for rubbing her hands up and down Starfire’s powerful, warm, thighs. Before she knew it, Starfire had finished drenching her boyfriend in her saliva, and dropped him a short distance onto his girlfriend’s right breast.

 

Anon fell with a soft splat onto Raven’s nipple. A direct hit! He felt the skin crinkle at contact. The nub stiffening at his arrival. Despite knowing how much tougher her moans might make it to balance, Anon nonetheless placed his hand atop Raven’s nipple. Sure enough, his goth girlfriend let out an erotic moan that nearly distracted him from his task of moving the spit from his face. To her credit, Starfire hadn’t just totally drenched him in spit, he thought. But she was no pro. If he was lucky, he and Raven would have future opportunities to train her. With enough liquid moved from his face so he could see, Anon reversed himself onto his back. He still wasn’t ready to get up from the world’s comfiest bed. When he looked up, though, he saw yet another ultra-comfy bed coming his way.

 

Starfire had held herself back long enough. And, to her surprise, she hadn’t just spat him out aggressively and pounced on Raven. Instead, she gently lowered him, and then pounced. As carefully as her sex-addled mind would allow, Starfire aimed her own breast at Raven’s. She wanted to lay down on her friend. Both of them. And when she did, she wanted her nipple to move against Raven’s. She wanted their large chests to smush together in a scene she really wished she could see for herself. Maybe she could convince them, in the future, to video tape their next threesome. She’d made sure to know how long Anon could hold his breath, so she was confident he’d be alright. And, as a failsafe, Raven had her Red Slippers spell to protect him.

 

The busty goth watched as her boyfriend dropped onto her tit, and then was gradually smothered by her best friend’s tit. Starfire’s panting visage looked down at her, surprised mouth still agape. Raven felt Anon not thrashing around in a panic, but he was moving. She was confident he was as comfortable as one can be, when crushed between giant jugs. At least confident enough to grab Starfire by the back of the head and yank her down, crashing their lips together, and immediately tangled their tongues with one another. Raven felt Starfire stiffen in surprise. Almost immediately after, though, the busty babe melted into Raven’s touch. Starfire couldn’t wait to see how aggressive she could get Raven to be. If she was lucky, she thought, she could get her to dominate her.

 

Meanwhile, Anon was living his best life. It was disorienting at first. Any time he was thrust into an uncontrollable situation, it was. However, his tremendous desires pushed him through the haze, allowing Anon to focus his efforts not on the escape his body first wanted, but instead on stimulating the two nipples that were rubbing against one another – and him. And he’d be damned if he was going to play with one and not the other at the same time.

 

It was dark, of course, but not perpetually. Because Starfire was constantly trying to adjust herself, rubbing herself against Raven, her body electric in its eagerness to please itself and her lover, her breasts were often rising and falling. In those brief, rising, moments, light flashed in between their chests. Anon used that time to see where he was, and where to go next. It also, thankfully, gave him some oxygen. He could hold his breath for record durations, but the fresh stuff was always the best. A clear goal in mind, he moved toward the two colliding buds. Anon thrust himself into the fray, using either arm on either nipple. It’s impossible to say his ministrations are better or worse than if he were regular sized. They were simply ‘different,’ but nonetheless amazing.

 

Both Starfire and Raven moaned in unison, into each other’s mouths, as Anon saw to both their pleasures simultaneously. How very considerate of him, they both thought. Moaning or not, they never stopped how furiously they made out. With no fear of Starfire retreating, Raven moved her hands away from her head – though she did take the opportunity to do what she had always wanted, and moved her fingers through Starfire’s cascading, fiery, hair. Not wanting to disturb Anon’s positively genius work, which had already given her a mini-orgasm, Raven bypassed Starfire’s breasts and settled them immediately on her fit and firm ass. The goth’s butt was pure softness. A pillowy curve of desire. An enviable seat cushion she could take wherever she went. A marshmallowy mass that had smothered Anon more times than the bashful goth cared to admit. Starfire’s ass, though, was a firm and fit beacon of lust. She had always secretly envied Starfire’s figure, but most notably her butt. Perhaps it was because Raven couldn’t see her own backside and couldn’t confirm what Starfire and Anon always told her – her ass was a divine work. In any case, Raven flew and threw energy at the enemy; an excuse she used to not need to work out to become as fit as Starfire. Starfire flew and threw energy, too, though, and she took the time to get toned. In that moment, though, Raven didn’t need to secretly envy Starfire’s backside. Now, she could just grope her high and sexy ass all she wanted. And she wanted to do it a lot.

 

Starfire didn’t concern herself with jealousy. Usually. The only times, in recent memory, that she was jealous were of Anon, who got to play with Raven whenever he wanted. As well as being envious of Raven’s bizarrely perfect breasts. Starfire’s were magnificent, too, of course. Large but firm, perkily sitting on her proud chest. Her back always arched not just for good posture, but to announce to the world, “behold my awesome bust and rejoice!” But there was something a bit more alluring about Raven’s. Starfire couldn’t figure it out. Maybe it was because they were a cup size or two larger. Maybe it was the way they hung on her chest. Maybe it was her nipple placement. Or nipple shape. Starfire didn’t know. But like Raven, she didn’t need to envy her (or Anon) anymore. While Raven squeezed her buttocks, Starfire moved her hand down to cup Raven’s breast. At first, she was about to lower both hands, heading toward Anon, forgetting he was there. Before she could make a startling impact, he took a playful bite out of her nipple and reminded her of his presence. As well as forced out a squeaky moan. So, she settled for just groping one breast. Starfire purred at its feel. So heavy and soft, overflowing from her hand while she squeezed, forcing her nipple against her palm.

 

The three of them continued in this fashion for a spell. They all experienced at least one orgasm in the process. Anon, by humping Raven’s breast, had one. Raven had managed a few. In the process she tried to see if she could pinpoint which of her friends were giving her which orgasm, and if there was any difference (though not if one was better than the other). But it was impossible to discern, as they were working together. Starfire, meanwhile, had lost count. Too many of her longtime fantasies were coming true, and the experience was overwhelming. At more than one occasion, she nearly accidentally let off a fireball in the bed. Ironically, that would have cooled things off, mood wise.

 

Their bodies had become a sweaty combination of curves, muscle, and panting/moaning/screaming desire. So much so that Anon had slipped out from between Raven and Starfire’s grinding breasts. The man slid down Raven’s tit and a bit further past her ribs and down her stomach. He came to rest near her navel. With far more light shining through than when between their tits, Anon got a better view of himself. He was surprised just how much sweat had drenched him. Directly above him was Starfire’s navel, her perfectly toned stomach twisting and turning while she constantly moved against Raven, trying to find the perfect position for the perfect pleasure. Looking down, Anon saw how the two women had been driving each other to orgasm. Starfire was grinding on top of Raven’s thigh, all while Raven rubbed her throbbing pussy against Starfire’s leg. Starfire’s stems were drenched in both sweat and cum, though he couldn’t begin to separate the two. But the smell was unmistakable. As Starfire reached yet another climax, her body stiffened, her pussy driven down harder against Raven’s thigh, while Raven was eagerly squeezing Starfire’s leg between her own.

 

Transfixed by the giantess eroticism, Anon began to jerk himself off. Even after cumming, before, he was still hard, and thankful for it. He heard Raven let out a familiar cry, and felt her body make a familiar shiver. Knowing she had cum, he fired off yet another load of the night. The spurts had landed directly into Raven’s navel. He didn’t know why, but he found that very funny. New movement was happening, grabbing his attention. Starfire was peeling herself away from Raven. Sweat continued to drip off her body and onto the goth’s supple form. The stickiness of her cum stretched threads from the grey thigh to the orange cleft. The bed, and thus Raven, and thus very much Anon, shook when Starfire fell over onto her back next to Raven.

 

Raven looked over at the sex alien, making sure she was okay. Jiggly orange breasts rapidly moved with her heavy breaths. If there was any thought that Starfire might not be okay, it was dispelled by the big, doofy, smile on her face. But she still needed to catch her breath. Raven had a secret goal of being one of the few sexual partners of Starfire to wear her out. If there had been any. But, by the looks of things, she was very close to success, but not there yet. Like Starfire, though, she needed a breather. She also wanted to check in on Anon. Even though it seemed like her focus was entirely on Starfire, she was always aware of where Anon was, and was always interested in what he might do next.

 

Looking down her body, she saw her adorable boyfriend relaxing by her bellybutton. She had felt a sudden hot and wet sensation there moments prior. She’d have to tease him about that later. Carefully, she scooped Anon up and brought him up to her face. She saw that Anon had an identical doofy grin on his face. Now Raven was wondering if she, also, had a big doofy grin on her face. Making sure he knew it was coming, communicating just with her eyes, Raven grabbed him by the legs and lowered him headfirst into her mouth. In the past, she knew it had always been one of his favorite ways to get clean.

 

Raven purposefully only took him up to his waist. While he was inside her mouth, she gave him a loving tongue bath, cleaning off all the fluids he’d acquired. The taste was saltier than usual, unsurprisingly. The collective sweat of three very horny people. Still, she couldn’t deny she loved the flavor – so long as she didn’t think about the smell (but that’s what the bath was for). Once she felt he was clean enough, she pulled him back out with a pop. Raven saw he still had that big doofy grin on his face. It warmed her heart. Now that his top half was done, though, it was time for his body half. It was their favorite part of any tongue bath.

 

Now holding him by his chest, Raven lowered him feet first into her mouth, again stopping at waist deep. Anon’s arms rested on Raven’s impossibly plump lips, the limbs subtly sinking into them. Anon shivered as Raven began the second half of his bath. Though, it was less a bath and more of a blowjob. Obviously, that’s what made it their favorite part of the bath. Immediately, Raven sought out that favorite appendage of hers. Her masterful tongue lapped and flicked at Anon’s cock. The young man groaned heavily as he sunk further into her lips. Any more exhausted and he might have just let himself slip entirely into her mouth.

 

As she often did, while she played with Anon in her mouth, she occupied her hands with massaging her breast and fingering her pussy. She’d never been as wet as she was in that moment. Or as sticky. Her body was drenched in sweat. Raven might need an entirely new mattress when all was said and done. Her pussy was overflowing with cum. Her thigh felt so slick and sticky the same time. Knowing that Starfire was to blame, Raven vigorously rubbed her clit, throwing her toward yet another orgasm. In that moment, Anon, too, erupted, splashing his seed onto Raven’s appreciative tongue.

 

Anon briefly shared the space in her mouth with her fingers while she sucked them all clean. Her moan vibrated around him, making him already get hard, again. Anon was starting to wonder if he’d ever lose his erection, and if he’d really care. The ride over, Raven pulled him free, leaving a trail, or two, of drool between him and her panting, juicy lips. Despite how exceedingly erotic everything had been up to that point, the kiss Raven gave him, and the hug he gave to her lips, was exceedingly sweet. So much so that Starfire made her presence known by cooing at the display.

 

“You are the cutest, hottest, couple I know,” Starfire assessed. She was still paralyzed on the bed, only able to turn her head to watch them. Had she the strength, she may have had even begun to finger herself. To the blowjob part, not the kiss. But maybe that too. Her green eyes and her eager smile widened as she saw Raven sit up. The goth was clearly moving into position, and Starfire was excited to find out which.

 

While Raven moved, Anon rested comfortably in her palm. Like Starfire, he had no idea what she was up to, but he was just as interested to find out what. Whenever Raven got as aroused as she was, he never knew what she’d do next. He suddenly found himself grasped in her fingers, rather than just sitting on her palm. Her movements showed that he might have fallen off if not prepared. Plus, they were all still very slick. Falling was nearly a given.

 

The grinning goth turned herself around, staying on her knees, and straddled Starfire’s head. Rather than just sit down and smother her in her big ass, like Starfire (and many others) desperately wanted her to do, Raven leaned forward and put herself facing directly at Starfire’s pussy. Raven was ready to give Starfire some 69 fun, but first needed to inform Anon of his role. She wouldn’t settle for him jerking off onto a stomach like earlier.

 

“Ready to give us the killer edge, Anon?” Raven asked him, still not telling him what he’d have to do. But she was certain he’d do great.

 

“You know it, Ray-Ray,” he said, using a nickname he’d heard Starfire use for her a few times in the past.

 

“I can crush you in my hand, you know,” Raven growled, though never lost her smirk. After he gave another affirmative nod, Raven moved him into position. With her other hand, she reached between Starfire’s legs and pushed her lips apart. From behind her she heard Starfire let out a surprised and eager moan. Before she could have the chance to cum and clamp her legs down or have her insides become too tight, Raven expertly slid Anon into her pussy.

 

Starfire was ready to let out a piercing cry of overwhelming pleasure, when suddenly Raven dropped her hips and smothered her in her pussy. Her passionate scream vibrated against the smothering quim. She felt Raven move forward a little bit, leaving Starfire whimpering at the temporary loss of the yummy taste. Thankfully, she only moved a bit, just to give herself a better angle at tasting Starfire’s flavor. Starfire dove back in, smothering her face between Raven’s thighs, and allowing her wetness to drench her face. Moving her head back and forth rapidly to get maximum coverage. As well as stimulate Raven, of course.

 

Anon, meanwhile, was exploring new depths. He’d been in Raven countless times, but Starfire new territory. Bit by bit he crawled deeper into the alien. And, despite being an alien, her genitalia was decidedly human. Though, of course, he knew that about her species thanks to Blackfire. Surprisingly, thankfully, he didn’t give a passing thought to that sociopath. Reaching around, Anon wondered if he could find her G-spot. If she was like Raven, it wouldn’t be an easy task. He was, after all, working blind. Being able to consistently find Raven’s took practice and muscle memory. He was ready to put in the effort, though. Not just for her pleasure. Not just for his pride. But for his pride as Raven’s boyfri—oh, there it is. He found it. Surprising, really. In fact, the patch seemed far larger than Raven’s. He wondered if that was unique to her, or her entire species. Might explain why they were so hungry for sex. Either way, he then had a much easier time of bringing Starfire to orgasm. And to having her soft, but powerful, walls close tightly in on him.

 

On the other side of Starfire’s lips, Raven was eating Starfire out. At first, her inserted tongue was pushing against Anon’s feet. She almost laughed at how much he squirmed, knowing she was likely tickling him. Sadly, though, he’d managed to squirm away from her. No matter, she thought. All the more time for her to focus on making Starfire cum as hard as she’d ever cum in her entire, sex-filled, life. She’d be damned if she’d let herself be any less than the best Starfire has ever had. While she was stroking her lips and tasting her insides, Raven’s thick lower lip was occasionally bumping against Starfire’s clit. Not an intentional effort, but one Raven accepted as a happy accident.

 

Starfire had never been so happy. Truly. Not just because of the amazing sex, although that was a part of it. But mostly because she finally had Raven as close to her as she’d always wanted. What’s more, she had Anon, too, someone she found frustratingly cute and sexy. She hadn’t expected to crush so hard on a man she could crush so hard, but she wasn’t complaining. And she was happy to have both of them currently exploring every inch of her vagina. She didn’t know if they could tell, as they were only small ones, but already they’d made her cum two or three times. Even Starfire was struggling to tell one apart from the other, as they were coming so fast. She hardly thought it fair that they were double-teaming her (a thought that immediately gave her another mini-orgasm – damn her active imagination), but she refused to be outdone. She might not have had a shrunken boyfriend to send spelunking into Raven, but her fingers were some of the most dexterous and skilled in the world, and beyond.

 

While crawling through Starfire, he heard Raven scream into the pussy. He wondered what Starfire was doing to her to make that noise. He’d have to get the recipe from Starfire later. Currently, though, he had to focus on making Star happy. He’d done a thorough job of manipulating her G-spot. They were subtle, but he was confident he’d felt three or four mini-orgasms rushing through her. He’d come close to eliciting a full one, but his arm got tired. Starfire was easy to make cum at first, but with each orgasm it was like her body toughened up and became resistant. No trick worked half as well twice. Still, even if they couldn’t make her cum again that night, she’d had more than enough to be more than satisfied. But he wouldn’t give up.

 

Raven wondered what Starfire must have felt when she screamed into her pussy the way she did. Suddenly feeling those fingers invade her shocked and delighted her. She expected her friend to finger her at some point, but she was shocked just how immediately amazing she’d be at it. Hell, her tongue had been something else, too, but at least she could handle it. It, plus her fingers, was a tag-team that overpowered her. But she wasn’t going to be outdone. Strange how they’d all become so competitive. But, if it got them off, all the better.

 

A big smile formed on Starfire’s face as she both heard and felt Raven scream in pleasure. As confident as she was in her tongue and finger work on Raven, working all parts of her pussy as each of them needed, the combined efforts of Raven and Anon were difficult to overcome. For one, when Raven came, Starfire got a fresh taste of her cum. Starfire became lightheaded. She was in love with Raven’s flavor. She was absolutely in love with everything that was happening, and if Raven said this was to be a onetime thing, Starfire didn’t know if she could recover from that disappointment. With that in mind, she dedicated herself to memorizing every part of their threesome. Although, it was difficult to focus with Raven flowing into her mouth, and Anon crawling toward her cervix – her weak point.

 

He didn’t really have a destination in mind. He just moved with purpose – to find a spot that caused Starfire’s walls to contract and/or cause her juices to flow more strongly, and exploit that. He’d found a few along the way. A wrinkle or fold here and there. Eventually, though, he hit a dead-end. If she was still like a human, he wagered he’d found her cervix. Messing with Raven’s in the past hadn’t done a lot, but every woman was different, so he gave it a shot with Starfire. He started gentle at first, just rubbing along the surface. Then he ramped up to a stronger impact, slapping and even punching the wall. He was definitely getting a strong reaction. Unbeknownst to him, a Tamaranean cervix is highly sensitive. They were made to not just fuck, but to breed. Anything that stimulated a Tamaranean woman’s cervix could be overwhelming. And although he didn’t know it, he was exceedingly lucky he had Raven’s durability spell on him.

 

Suddenly, and without mercy, Starfire came. Hard. And with that orgasm, she squirted. Directly onto Raven’s face. The grey titan didn’t mind, in theory, but it was sudden, and abundant, enough to make her pull back. Lucky for her, Raven found the taste to be near orgasmic. Also lucky for her, Starfire was working to make her cum, so the two sensations accomplished just that. Because of one of the strongest orgasms of her life, Raven clamped her thighs down around Starfire’s face, smothering her yet again against her pussy.

 

Starfire began to wonder if Raven would be open to renting Anon out to her. Or better yet, evolve the threeway sex into a threeway relationship. Lovers in the past had been able to hit that back wall, but only Anon had been uniquely equipped to play with it. It was rare for her to actually squirt when she came. On her planet, it was treated like a celebratory treat for the lover that had been able to make the woman cum that hard. Starfire had only one time ever done that before, and she’d rather not think of that lover. Now, however, she had Raven and Anon. A duo that could turn her into a bedridden sex addict. So long as that sex was with them. The only reason she didn’t drop her head back at her climax is because Raven squeezed her legs hard enough to keep her in place. Good for everyone, as she wasn’t done playing with her friend.

 

Anon, however, was at least 90% done. His entire body was exhausted, and as much as he wanted to keep making Starfire cum with the magic button he’d found, he just needed to take a breather. However, he also needed to keep in mind that if he went completely still, Starfire might freak out and try to rip his free. The last thing he wanted was to kill the mood. Using the Ruby Slippers spell was also an option, but that might also kill the mood if Raven thought for second he was in danger. And so, with great determination to keep the mood sexy, Anon began to push his way back out of Starfire.

 

Luckily, Raven figured he must be tired. She’d exhausted him enough times to know when he was likely at his limit. And, sweetheart as he was, he often went beyond that limit just for her. Reaching into Starfire, fighting against her contracting walls as she did, she found Anon and firmly gripped him. Once she’d pulled him free, she gave him a very appreciative kiss. If it wasn’t enough to see that he was drenched in Starfire, she could now taste it too. And, as she already knew, she enjoyed that taste. Mixed with him, and she definitely wanted to give him a ‘bath.’

 

He felt himself shift as Raven climbed off of Starfire. She didn’t want to stay hovering over, and dripping onto, Starfire forever. Though of course Star wouldn’t have minded. In a better position, for the second time Raven took him into her mouth. This time feet first, but again up to the waist. Right away he felt Raven work her magic on his legs and everything in between. Curiously, he sensed movement from behind him. It was awkward to do so, but he looked back and saw that Starfire was, like Raven, on her knees and was, like Raven, salivating. She began to approach, and he sensed no objection from Raven. In fact, she was just waiting for his approval. He looked up, seeing her curious eyes peering down at him. A simple thumbs up was all she needed to give the go-ahead to Starfire.

 

Although he wasn’t 100% sure what he was agreeing to.

 

As best she could, Raven kept Anon safe between her lips. Soon, though, she’d have someone to help in his ‘bath.’ Starfire approached far softer than before, knowing it may be necessary when dealing with Anon. Her quivering, glossy, lip cast a shadow over Anon as her bottom lip moved into place. Withholding her full passion of getting to taste her own spray of femcum. Slowly, the man found himself now completely enclosed, in between two mouths instead of one.

 

They started slowly, testing the waters. Raven had handled the entirety of Anon in her mouth before. She knew how to proceed. She’d never, however, shared him with someone at the same time. And, if she was honest, it excited her. But then, much of that night had excited her. Starfire, too, was eager to see how it all felt. Her lips softly pressing against Raven’s. Her tongue cautiously sliding against Raven’s. All the while, Anon was lying in two mouths, being caressed by two tongues. Anon had fantasized about the moment for a long time. It wasn’t always Starfire who was the other woman, but it often was.

 

Feeling no push back from Anon, the women moved more fervently. Spit was being more readily swapped, and lips were gliding against one another. Raven purred at getting to taste Starfire’s lip gloss again. Starfire shivered at feeling Raven’s plump lips gliding across her own. Their tongues danced eagerly with one another. Tongues that were tasting one another, as well as Anon – as well as trading him back and forth between their mouths. Coupled moans reverberated in the dual cave he was in. At first it helped him to know which mouth he was in, based on which moan was loudest. Now, though, he had been tossed around so much that he had no idea whose mouth he was in, or whose tongue was currently teasing his painfully erect cock.

 

Outside, Raven and Starfire did more than just kiss. Their hands resumed their exploration of one another. As before, Starfire focused on Raven’s giant tis, while Raven dedicated her time to Starefire’s ass that could crack walnuts. Their focus becoming more and more just about each other, and not Anon. Luckily for him, he was directly center of their kiss, so it was impossible to forget he was there.

 

And then, suddenly, he came. He hadn’t even felt it coming. It was just a combination of perfect factors that triggered it. It wasn’t just the wetness, the softness, the heat, the massaging, or the sounds of their moaning. For a brief moment, as he was passing from one mouth to the next, he saw their lips part just enough for him to see down. A droplet of combined spit fell directly into Raven’s cleavage, as she was pressing it up against Starfire’s. With his visual sense now stimulated, he finally let loose his biggest orgasm yet.

 

Both Starfire and Raven went wide eyed as they tasted the burst of cum. They paused for a moment, in the surprise, but it was a very brief moment. With new purpose, the two babes traded both Anon and his cum between them, eagerly trying to get the most of it on their tongue. A difficult measure to make, given his size, and thus the size of his load. But thanks to their aggressive Frenching, both women got an equal taste. Regrettably, Anon felt himself slip out Raven’s mouth and fall onto her palm yet again. The exceedingly lucky man looked up at two compassionate and passionate faces.

 

In the middle of her gazing down at her exhausted boyfriend, Raven felt Starfire latch her teeth onto her earlobe. Immensely pleasurable, there was no doubt. Starfire had discovered, earlier, that Raven loved having her earlobe played with. However, she knew what Starfire was trying to do, and Raven wasn’t sure she, or Anon, had it in them to continue – much as they might like to.

 

“Whoa there, Star,” Raven said, doing what she could to push Starfire back before her biting convinced the goth to keep fucking. “I think Anon and I are too exhausted.” Starfire’s pout was a critical hit against Raven, but she had to remain strong.

 

“Oh, please!” Star begged, putting her hands in her lap and pressing her arms together, suddenly giving her some tantalizing cleavage. Whether she did so intentionally, Raven wasn’t sure. “I am still just a little bit horny, and I bet you two could make me cum without any time!”

 

Anon looked up to see Raven waiting for his reaction. Clearly, she was on the fence, and her decision hinged on his desire. He certainly had plenty of desire. Energy, that was another thing entirely. However, he was finding it very, very, hard to say no to Starfire. And, miraculously, he was hard again. He wasn’t sure he’d survive more sex with Starfire, but if he had to go, death by sex goddesses ranked #1 on his list. Anon looked up at Raven and gave her a thumbs up.

 

“Fine.” As soon as Raven agreed, Starfire tried to hug her, but her friend had to hold her back. “But only one position, okay? Just one.”

 

Starfire considered the condition. She wasn’t thinking up an argument against it, rather a good position to do to cap off the night.

 

“Okay!” Starfire gave an excited nod, with an energy you’d expect from someone who was just told they were going to the water park. “Lie down,” she commanded sweetly, before Raven could offer up her choice for position. With only a couple seconds of reluctance, Raven did as she was told. She was ready to take Anon with her, as where else would she put him? Before she could, though, Starfire gently plucked him from Raven and held him in her soft, caring, grip. “Spread your legs a bit.” Thus far, Starfire’s requests were easily followed. However, each one sounded dirtier than the last. Still, Raven obliged.

 

Satisfied with what she saw, Starfire moved to kneel between Raven’s legs. Her eyes ran up and down her body. She wasn’t looking for spots she needed to adjust. Starfire was just admiring her. She was losing some of the shine from the sweat as it had been drying, but Starfire was confident she’d change that. Before putting him into position, Starfire gave Anon a sweet and gentle kiss. The kind of kiss that had no place in a bedroom that smelled of sex. As if readying him for a firing range, Anon was made to stand with his back up against Raven’s labia. He was about to move, just to get a better vantage, but Starfire pushed him back into position and wagged her finger at him.

 

Starfire gave one last once over, seeing if she could make the scene any more perfect. The only element left to add next was herself. Taking Raven by surprise, Starfire took her right leg. Starfire knew Raven might not be fit and toned, but she’d seen her do yoga and knew she was flexible. Up went Raven’s leg, rising higher and higher as Starfire shuffled forward. Pretty soon, Raven’s leg was nearly at a 90 degree angle. And Anon was face to face with Starfire’s dripping lips. Just as quickly as she had done when she grabbed her leg, Starfire moved to straddle Raven’s left thigh. With only a few more adjustments after that, Star and Raven’s pussies were only an inch or two apart, with Anon fitted directly between them.

 

From the beginning, Raven’s face was one of surprise. As time went on, as she could see what she was doing, and as she thought about what it would feel like, the look of surprise turned into one of lust. She also thought it was very hot that Anon was now trapped between two giant, horny, slits. Without a word, as none was needed, Starfire closed that extra inch or two and collided her pussy with Raven’s – smushing Anon between them.

 

Throughout the prep, Starfire only once looked down at him. After that, it was like she had forgotten he was there. He was certain that wasn’t true, but the very idea that it could be sent a chill up his spine. Starfire was a sexual demon. He was certain she’d never hurt him, but she might get carried away and accidentally smother or crush him. Or, hell, even drown him in cum. The woman certainly seemed to have an abundance of it. His greatest comfort is that he had Raven’s spells to protect and eject him.

 

But still.

 

When she felt herself press into Raven, and sensed Anon there, stuck between them, Starfire let out a strong moan. Her body shivered, sending the vibrations against Raven’s legs, causing her too to react. Star took the time to caress Raven’s leg. Her friend showed it off enough to make her immensely curious what it would be like to massage, and now she was. She remembered that Raven and her boyfriend were doing this last position as a favor, so she didn’t want to spend any more time that didn’t bring her direct, physical, pleasure.

 

Raven howled as Star began to move. Meeting Star’s gentle grind, Raven returned it in kind. Having her leg held by Star, hugged to her chest, filled Raven with warmth. On instinct, Raven’s hips lifted, fell, and repeated. It felt like she was nuzzling Star’s slit with her own. Every so often, her clit would graze her, but it wasn’t often enough for her liking. Then, out of nowhere, she felt that super sensitive nub be stimulated. Her eyes had been closed while moaning, so at first she thought it might have been Star. When she looked, though, Anon was working eagerly on doubling her pleasure.

 

Damn, I love that man.

 

At first, Anon would admit he was scared. Soon, though, he adjusted and began to make himself known as a part of the sex. He refused to just be some toy (although that could be fun sometimes). A novelty. He was a person, and he was damned if he wasn’t going to help get his girlfriend off with full agency. He sadly couldn’t see her face from his angle, but he knew her body well enough to know when she recognized what he was doing. Starfire, meanwhile, was growing in aggression with her grinding. When he looked up, she looked lost in the pleasure she was giving and getting. So, to ensure she too knew he was still there, he reached over and played with her clit, as well. He wasn’t the virtuoso with it as he was with Raven’s, but he knew enough to get her to react how he wanted.

 

Sure enough, Starfire’s eyes went wide as she felt Anon down there. She’d never admit it, but she did forget he was there. It wasn’t like she put him there to get him out of the way. It was just there were too many factors working to make her focus on other things, to the point he was forgotten. When she felt him on her clit, she was pulled back to the reality of the situation. There he was, looking up at her, and she down at him, both past her huge breasts. Not only was he playing with her clit, but he was playing with Raven’s. And she remembered how lucky she was to have him as a friend, and how grateful to him she was that he was Raven’s boyfriend. And, perhaps, if she was lucky, Raven and Anon might invite her into being a permanent member of their relationship, complete with the ‘girlfriend’ title. Until then, though, she’d do what she could to show her appreciation for him.

 

Raven’s hands slid up to her pale, bouncing, tits. The overwhelming orbs were caressed by her eager hands. Nipples grazed a couple of times, before she could no longer hold back and hand to play with them. Often, she had Anon sitting on a breast, taking care of her nipple in a way even she couldn’t top. But he was doing more important work, she thought. Raven traded her gaze between him and Starfire. Both beautiful, both loving, both so damn sexy that she found it hard to think sometimes. In the past, she never would have thought to actually fuck Starfire, but because he was part of it, she felt confident to do so. And she was so happy she had.

 

Anon felt Starfire’s grinding increase in speed and power. Still not painful, but he wasn’t an immovable wall. At first, he was just being smushed against Raven’s labia. Eventually, he was forced down enough that he was having his face shoved against Raven’s clit. Not what he had in mind, but the job got down, at least. To his surprise, though, he found himself being forced into Raven. Truly inside her body. He wasn’t sure if this was by Starfire’s design. As he looked up, she didn’t look to be watching the progress, if she was that masterful in her hip movements. Fuck it, he thought with a smile. He helped things along and shimmied his body further into Raven. With how wet and willing she was, it wasn’t hard at all.

 

Starfire hadn’t orchestrated Anon’s predicament. She did, however, look down and saw he was halfway into Raven. And she thought that was just dandy. So, she helped him along with her masterful hips. When she saw him disappear into her friend, Starfire let out a howl along with her orgasm. Her body didn’t stop for long, though. She kept moving. Always moving. Her grinding was so passionate that it was almost like she was trying to meld with Raven.

 

The goth also felt Anon slip into her. Of course. He’d been in plenty of times, though. She was confident in his safety. Her main concern, instead, was cumming. Raven started to match Star’s movements, rather than just enjoy them. The rocking of her body bounced her tits, causing Star’s eyes to go wide. The appreciation put a smile on Raven’s face. As Starfire continued to fuck her, Raven started to plan what to do for next time. Maybe she’d spank her. She looked like someone who loved to be spanked. She did seem to have a submissive side to her. A side Raven was more than happy to play with. She did have toys, though she hadn’t used them much since she started her relationship with Anon.

 

If she could hear Raven’s thoughts, Starfire would have cum then and there. If she could have a next time, she’d definitely love to be dominated by Raven. She had plenty of toys to help. Not to mention all her fantasizes that involved her and being dominated. Starfire loved to roleplay. She also wondered if Raven would like anal. She looked like someone who liked having her ass played with, Star thought. She wondered if somehow she could involve Anon in ass play. The thought of that made Starfire buck extra hard against Raven, nearly driving her friend to her own climax. Maybe bring in another friend! Starfire excitedly thought, only to slow her fantasizes down. Down the road.

 

While the women daydreamed, Anon got to work. He’d found Starfire’s G-spot without a problem. He knew where Raven’s was, but it was never very easy to find. The woman squeezed and moved a lot. Eventually, though, he found the money maker. With it within his grasp, he got to work massaging and otherwise manipulating it. While he did, he made sure to grind himself against Raven’s walls. With how tired everyone was, there was no guarantee there’d be time to get him off after they did. He also fantasized about what they could do next time, if there was one. He certainly wouldn’t mind bringing Starfire into a more permanent place in his relationship with Raven, though he wasn’t at all certain either of them would go for that. Starfire was a free spirit, never being chained down. And Raven could be jealous, covetous of him. Still, he thought, it would be really hot if Starfire convinced any of their other friends to “try me out.” He really hoped Raven couldn’t read his mind.

 

She couldn’t. She could, however, really wail when she came hard. Her orgasm wasn’t a quick burst, either. It carried for a while, shaking her body. Raven silenced her screaming by biting her lip, nearly drawing blood. None of them was sure what perfect recipe was used to make her cum as hard as she had. They just felt lucky to experience it. Starfire, getting to watch it. Anon, getting to feel it (before he was ejected out by the contracting walls and rush of fluids). Witnessing it, Starfire reached her own peak, for the umpteenth time that night. In one of the few times of her life, she felt she’d came enough.

 

After Starfire collapsed on the bed next to Raven, the busty goth put her focus on Anon. Things had been sudden and intense for him, she was sure, so she wanted to make sure he was okay. Reaching around between her legs, having felt him be pushed out, she soon found him. Looking at him in her palm, he looked utterly exhausted, but utterly happy. His eyes opened, and his smile grew even wider. She knew that smile. It wasn’t a smile of him being happy to see her. It was a smile of being smug that he made her cum so hard. Not about to indulge him, she just gave him a kiss, tasting herself on him, and let him rest between her breasts.

 

“So,” she spoke, her voice a little hoarse, though Anon did find the change a little hot, “is my apology accepted?”

 

“And then some,” Anon said, content. He wasn’t about to remind her, for the 100th time, that she didn’t need to apology for anything. But he figured if this was the kind of apology she’d given in the future, who was he to tell her no? “I’m only sad I didn’t get to play with Starfire’s boobs,” he lamented, not realizing he was speaking and not thinking.

 

“Oh, yeah?” Raven’s response caused him to get a burst of energy and sit up. She wasn’t really mad. Her face should make that clear for him. Though, she was certain his exhausted mind made him forget that he had played with Starfire’s boobs. At least her nipples. She couldn’t blame him for wanting to do more, though. She certainly had fun groping Starfire, herself. “Maybe next time.”

 

“Next time?” Starfire had picked up on that right away. Raven assumed she was asleep. If she had been, Raven’s promise of future-fucking yanked her right out of it. “So, there will be a next time?” Star’s face was both eager and begging, hoping against hope that Raven would say yes.

 

“I…” When Raven looked toward Anon, hoping he might have a good answer that would please her but be non-committal. However, she was not surprised to see he wore the same face as Starfire. “I mean…” How could she disappoint two of her favorite people? “Yes,” she relented. “There will be a next time.”

 

Suddenly Starfire had a burst of energy and was covering Raven with kisses. Raven had to make sure Anon wasn’t tossed aside. With great effort, she managed to unglue herself from the sweaty alien.

 

“I don’t know when, though! So don’t hound me about it, okay?” Starfire nodded emphatically, all too eager to agree so as not to upset the promise. Raven immediately knew Starfire would end up hounding her, even so. Truthfully, though, Raven knew that ‘next time’ would come sooner rather than later.

 

“For now,” Raven said with a stern voice, forgetting her horniness and being as firm as possible, “just try to get some rest. While you can still fall asleep on these ruined sheets.”