Blackfire hovered above us on a throne made of hard white light, legs spread shamelessly, her tiny white skirt barely covering anything. The power of the White Lantern swirled around her like a halo, too bright, too alive, too intoxicating to look away from. The deep plunge of her crop-top left her breasts spilling out, heavy and glowing with cosmic warmth.
She didn't ask me to describe Raven's cock.
She commanded it.
And not only did I give her what she wanted, but I also gave her more.
Her power seeped into my skull like liquid heat, pushing my thoughts forward, forcing my mouth to obey even as my pride screamed.
Below her throne, Damien Wayne — older, taller, sharper, a grown man now — stood tense beside me. His fists were clenched, but his body betrayed him. His chest rose and fell in tight breaths, and his eyes…
…his eyes were locked on me.
Blackfire's voice rolled over us like velvet lightning.
"You know Dick, I never asked you for that story, but you've got me going with it. Now go on, Dick… describe Raven's cock. Every… throbbing… inch."
'At this point, why do I even bother with a secret identity?' I thought helplessly to myself as she slid two fingers into her dripping pussy with a slow, wet sound.
"And speak clearly. So that we can all listen."
I felt my jaw tighten.
I fought it.
I really did.
But the power wrapped around my mind, heated, irresistible, and the words spilled out of me like someone else was speaking through my mouth.
"…It's thick first," I heard myself say, breath shaking. "That's what hits you. The size."
Damien inhaled sharply next to me.
Blackfire shuddered, her fingers curling inside herself.
I kept going.
"Grey… not dead-grey. Not stone-grey. A deep, storm-grey, like thunder clouds pressed into flesh. Smooth. Heavy. Too big to hide in that damn loincloth she wears."
Blackfire moaned, head tipping back, her hair floating around her shoulders like she was underwater.
Damien shifted on his feet, crossing his arms, trying to look unaffected — failing completely.
His jaw clenched.
His pupils dilated.
His stance widened a fraction.
He was listening.
Really listening.
I swallowed, breath unsteady.
"And it… moves. When she walks. It swings with her hips — big, weighted, impossible to ignore. She knows it too. Knows how it looks. Knows what it does to people."
Blackfire's legs trembled as she thrust her fingers deeper.
"Tell me more, Dick!" she breathed. "Tell me about the veins. The head. Tell me everything while I watch you unravel."
Damien exhaled through his nose — sharp, tense, like the words hit him somewhere he didn't want to admit. A faint bulge had started to press against the front of his suit.
I couldn't stop.
"The veins… they're darker. Almost black. Like ink on storm-grey. You can see them pulse when she's hard."
My voice dropped.
"I felt it. Against my thigh."
Damien's breath hitched.
Blackfire's thighs snapped shut around her hand before she forced them open again, grinding into her fingers.
Her voice broke into a growl.
"Give me the head, Dick. The crown of that magnificent thing."
I shuddered — partly humiliation, partly memory.
"The head is huge," I said, voice low and rough. "Blunt. Wide. Designed to spread someone open. Darker than the shaft — almost purple-grey. When she's really turned on, it leaks… thick, slow beads of precum that run down the sides."
Blackfire gasped.
Her fingers plunged deeper.
Her back arched off the throne.
Damien actually stepped forward a half-inch before forcing himself back, throat tight, face flushed despite that stubborn mask of discipline.
He muttered under his breath, barely audible:
"…fuck…"
Blackfire giggled darkly, breathless.
"Hear that, Damien?" she purred. "Your brother's description excites even you."
Damien snapped his glare up to her — furious, embarrassed — but he didn't deny it.
He couldn't.
Because he was hard.
Blackfire's voice softened into something hungrier.
"Finish it, Dick. Tell me what Raven's cock was meant for."
My pulse hammered.
My lips parted without permission.
"It's made to fill people," I murmured. "To stretch them. To break them open until they're shaking around her. There's nothing gentle about it. Nothing shy. When Raven fucks someone… she takes them all the way."
Blackfire's scream choked off as she slammed her hips into her own hand, body shaking, on the brink—
Then she STOPPED.
Her breath caught.
Her hand froze inside herself.
Cosmic light flared violently around her body before dimming to a trembling glow.
She panted—
"…no…"
Her legs trembled violently.
"…not yet…"
With a shudder of sheer will, she pulled her soaked fingers out of her pussy, slick and dripping, clenching her thighs together to stave off the orgasm.
Both Damien and I stared, breathless for different reasons.
Blackfire smirked slowly, wiping her wetness along her inner thigh like paint, chest rising and falling.
"I cannot cum for either of you," she whispered, voice raw, eyes burning with cosmic desire. "I gave myself… body and soul… to someone else. Only they may claim my climax."
She licked her fingers clean.
Then she pointed at me with a glowing fingertip.
"But, Dick…"
Her smile curled into something wicked and divine.
"Your description alone nearly made a goddess lose control."
She crossed one leg over the other, revealing even more of her wet heat beneath the tiny white skirt.
"And now…" Her gaze flicked between Damien and me.
"…I want to hear what Raven's cock made you feel."
Her throne lowered an inch.
Her power gathered like a hand around my jaw.
Her expression suddenly changed to one of annoyance as she turned her gaze away from us.
Nightwing POV over.
As Blackfire drew closer to Nightwing and Damien to compel more out of Nightwing, she suddenly felt a force with a familiar energy signature she had felt on planet Mars.
"RAVEN!" Blackfire growled as her eyes glowed dark with white highlights.
Blackfire didn't even look at mortals below her as she sent them back to the batcave.
'You know, I hope you know what you are doing. You are in enemy territory. Your goddess is missing, and you are alone. You are incredibly smart and dangerous, but…' Kyla-el's motherbox spoke to Kyla-el via thought communication in a warm tone.
'You don't need to tell me twice. I never expected our enemies to be this well prepared. All it took was the introduction of two characters to the game to flip the balance.' Kyla-el responded while floating above the rooftop of the Teen Titans tower with folded arms while maintaining the barrier.
'Even with this barrier, I can't do much. You won't be wrong if you said if fucked myself by being sandwiched between these two characters. One of them is nearby, but I can't tell exactly because if I try to find the other, they will find me too. I dare not expand my senses, else I will get caught.' Kyla-el said as she could feel the weight of these two powers all around her.
'The man who is rather in tune with the machine… it was a wise choice to include him in your plans. I do believe he can see what even you can't in this plan of yours.' Kyla-el's motherbox changed the topic onto to lighter things rather than dwell on the gloomy present.
'Yes… that reminds me. I should keep him safe to even realize that plan'
'That would mean—'
'That I expose myself to Blackfire while sending him and his women somewhere safe.'
'You may not come back from this.'
'Even as I am laying low like this, I am very sure she is aware of my presence and just hasn't decided what to do with me yet.'
'Just do your best and leave the rest to me.'
With that inner conversation done. Kyla-el opened her eyes that glowed softly in the night as she summoned Victor, Jinx and Bumblebee.
"I am learning a whole lot now from my— " Victor started with a motherbox in hand, his women at his side bowed respectfully before Kyla-el as Victor followed suit.
"Nowhere on Earth is safe for you three, especially you, Victor!" Kyla-el said as she brought her palms together and separated them. From their separation, a small black circle began to grow.
"There isn't much time, but this dimension I created should give you time and safety to understand your motherbox very well. We are going to need your skills in order to—" Kyla-el was going through the finishing touches for the dimension she prepared for them she as felt…
BLACKFIRE.
How would you describe Blackfire after her introduction so far?
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