It was not meant to be

You surface from sleep slowly. You really want to sleep. More sleep would be wonderful. You subconscious doesn’t get the memo though. It kicked at the metaphorical representation of his consciousness. A small sliver of wakefulness penetrates your stupor. It kicked again. And again. Finally it succeeds in pulling you into consciousness, you stubbornly decide to keep your eyes closed though. It was the principle of the thing.

So you end up hearing and feeling, but not seeing, Raven breathing sharply and writhing against your chest. Suddenly you feel much less tired. It probably helped that a naked and horny superheroine was currently rubbing herself against your naked chest. Her head is still very near yours, you can feel her hot breath on your cheek. She moans into the kiss and continues to twitch in sexual ecstasy. You push your tongue in and she rolls to break the contact between your lips. She is breathing erratically now.

That last bit is what finally prompts you to open your eyes. Raven is lying across your chest, naked breasts mashed into your chest and hips held in the air. A head with long, red hair and russet orange skin bobbed slightly. It appeared to be the source of the sexual agony Raven was enduring.

“Or rather, failing to endure” you think as Raven yips and tries to jerk her hips out of the Tamaranian princess’ hands or at least break contact from the woman’s lip and tongue. From just behind Raven’s raised rear end, Starfire’s eyes sparkled to see you back to reality. With a last loving lick she breaks contact with Raven’s privates and releases her hips to sink back onto the bed.

“Raven really seems to love whatever it is you did to her,” she says. Her fingers idly trace patterns against the pale and slightly grey skin of Raven’s butt cheeks. Raven whimpers slightly but soon returns to breathing heavily, trying to get her breath back.

“Another few orgasms and she’ll pass right out. Would you like to help?”