Author's Notes: Remember a while ago, when I did a Rare-Pair contest? Well, Inferno 54 won that contest. And thus, I have this fic made in celebration of his victory.
Basically, it's a Raven x Jinx x Blackfire threesome. First one done on this site, I'd imagine. If so, I wanna medal :D
Enjoy!
Perhaps abandoning the Titans had been the better idea to go with.
True, part of her felt like grieving and crying and sobbing over leaving her allies, her friends. But the majority was too caught up in this, this, this brilliance.
Azar, who knew that Starfire's own sister would be such a power-house? Well, in the sexual sense, anyway.
Her old foes- How many times had she cursed Jinx?- On her, their bodies together, their hands on her, her hands on them, on each other, on all of them, she loved it, wanted more, more, demanded it. She could taste their distinctive tastes on her tongue, the hex-girl tasting like incense, the obsidian haired alien like spices and dark fruits.
Blackfire clearly owned them, her movements the confident surge of a predator downing the weakest of the prey, her touches the experienced wonder of a person who knew what they were doing, someone who ruled them. A princess honouring her servants. Jinx was not the master that the Tamaranean was, but she made up for it with shocking touches and fast precision, her pink hair down from the fluids of sweat and passion- A rather nice look for her, admittedly.
Blackfire had her down, her apex grinding against Raven's own woman-hood, massaging a magnificent orb with one hand and effortlessly holding Jinx's pussy to her devilishly long tongue. Blackfire was not kind. She was a demon in copper flesh, here to drown then in Sin. And Raven was glad not to have a buoyancy aid. Jinx was softer in the heat of passion, her bravado vanishing into shy, but determined willingness, her tongue worshipping Raven's breasts as the half-demon massaged the orbs above her.
Their bodies twisted against each other- Three on one bed made for less room- slick with sweat and each other, hair tickling against bare flesh, fingers stroking against feminine curves, mouths suckling on whatever skin they found, legs and arms twisting into embraces of desire and lust, the blankets beneath them becoming soggy, clinging to them in a futile hold, groans of passion echoing throughout the room, and they revelled in the screams-
There were no words said. They knew their roles. Blackfire commanded them to her will, Raven bent to their will, Jinx serving both, the middle ground between the amethyst eyes and the cruel glint of a sadistic alien.
Her teeth scrapped uselessly on metallic flesh as Jinx touched her there- Keep touching, never stop- Blackfire allowing her to touch and lick and worship, dictating their roles even now. Raven wished she had more hands, more tongues, to love them and love them, touch them in more places, make them scream-
Oh Azar.
Perhaps abandoning the Titans had been the better idea to go with.
Author's Notes: Short, I know. But sometimes a short, tantalising story beats a long description by a mile :P