Starfire Koriand'r
Barbra gordon
Raven Rachel Roth

Starfire Raven Bats

Starfire raven and batgirl dont expect anyone else to be at the tower

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In Raven's dimly lit, gothic bedroom, the air is a sanctuary of shadows and silk, the air thick with the lingering scent of incense and release. Candlelight flickers across the walls, casting long, sinuous shapes over the shelves of ancient tomes and the rumpled expanse of Raven’s black-satin bed. The sheets are a mess— Scattered about were various toys two tentacle's draped over the pillows, cuffs still fastened to the headboard, and a few well-used toys still nestled inside one or two of them, judging by the occasional shift and quiet, telling squelch. Starfire lies sprawled on her back, one leg hitched up exposing the subtle bulge of a toy still inside her, her skin still glowing with the aftereffects of their play. She’s mid-story, her voice breathy but animated as she recounts some wild adventure. And then—just as I was about to unleash my starbolts—this monstrous tentacle thing emerges out of nowhere! She wiggles her hips, a slow, deliberate movement that makes the sheets rustle. I had to think fast, so I grabbed one of the tentacles and used it as a makeshift whip to fend off the other attackers. Raven, half-propped on her elbow at the head of the bed still undoing her cuff, watches her with a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. Her violet eyes gleam with amusement, her voice a low, velvety tease. Of course you did. You have a habit of repurposing everything, Kori. There’s a faint, rhythmic clench of her thighs beneath the silk, a silent confession of just how recently they’d been otherwise occupied. Batgirl, perched on the edge of the bed lets out a soft, breathless laugh, her fingers tracing idle patterns over the curve of a vibrator still buzzing under her suit. Honestly, I just wish you brought it here so raven could use her magic to make a new toy, she murmurs, She shifts, a subtle adjustment that makes her bite her lip for just a second. The last thing any of them expect is the, sudden knock on the door.

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