Epilogue: Private Session With Raven

"Are you on birth control?" Lois Lane asked.

It was a provocative question to start, but the reporter knew she needed to put Raven off her guard, gauge her engagement.

"No...I have a bad reaction to hormonal birth control, so I stopped it," Raven said.

They were in Raven's room at Titans Tower. Comfortable in shades of purple and black, a little clutter...CDs, DVDs, books. One old cabinet with glass-fronted doors held old, leather-bound books; there was a desk and rugs, a small incense burner that really did hold incense. Lois, in her knee-length skirt and white blouse, sat on a chair, her white-gloved hands in her lap; Raven in her hooded cape and unitard sat cross-legged on the bed.

"That must make it difficult with Beast Boy," Lois prompted, with a smile.

"Not really. We mostly do anal...and oral. His abilities allow for many interesting experiences." Raven shot back.

The reporter's smile widened. "I can imagine. You'll have to tell me about that...if you're comfortable sharing, that is."

Raven met the reporter's eyes. She had the strongest will of all of the Titans, would be the hardest to break...if, that is, Lois wanted to break her. The pheromone spray that Lois had been provided was designed to lower Raven's inhibitions and get her sexually excited. If it worked, the dickgirl simply had to wait and draw Raven out...then let nature take its course.would be the hardest to break...if, that is, Lois wanted to break her. The pheromone spray that Lois had been provided was designed to lower Raven's inhibitions and get her sexually excited. If it worked, the dickgirl simply had to wait and draw Raven out...then let nature take its course.

"Do you advocate that for other young heroines? As an alternative to vaginal sex, I mean. Oral and anal."

The witch opened and closed her mouth. The nostrils flared. "I...I wouldn't say I advocate it, exactly. But it works for us. I mean, it helps Garfield to...I mean, we both enjoy it, but we're not...not ready to be parents. Not yet."

"Of course not. Just between us girls, though..." Lois leaned forward, her blouse falling down a bit so that Raven could see she wasn't wearing a bra. "Is it a pain in the ass? When he changes shape, I mean. I know a lot of men are dogs, but I can hardly imagine what it must be like if he decided to become a horse..."

Raven's eyes were fixed on the reporter's cleavage. The witch's nostrils flared wider. The lingering scent of the incense probably covered the almost untraceable scent of the pheromone, but the dilation of the young woman's eyes was real.

"...I...I mean yeah, sometimes," Raven shook her head. The witch leaned back on the bed and unconsciously rubbed her thighs. "Mostly, though, he doesn't want to hurt me. Preparation is key, and lots of lube, and...well, I really like oral sex? His tongue, when he comes a giraffe is just...hits all those hard-to-reach spots."giraffe is just...hits all those hard-to-reach spots."

Lois laughed. A nervous smile flitted briefly across Raven's stern countenance before she regained control of herself.

"So your pussy isn't neglected. That's good! I've always thought oral sex was very important for any relationship," Lois said. "But to get back to birth control...I know you're careful, but have you thought about what you would do if you did have an accident?"

Raven blinked. Her chest was rising and falling slowly now, as the witch took long deep breaths, no doubt in an effort to control her heartbeat. Lois noticed the little tell-tale bumps on the front of the uniform...Raven's nipples were erect.

"I mean, I'd have to talk it over with Garfield. I would...I mean, it would depend on how far along I am, but I would probably have to look into getting an abortion..."

"What if he asked you to keep it?" Lois pressed. She stood up, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Raven stayed where she was, suddenly frozen in place with indecision. Lois looked into her eyes. "I mean, you are young and healthy. If you did have to get pregnant, this is probably the best time in your life to carry a child to term."

The witch's eyes were dilated now, big black inky abysses. Lois noted drops of sweat on her brow.

"Maybe you're not ready for that," Lois said. Her fingers reached down to the edge of her skirt. "You're young. Maybe you're not ready to settle down yet. Maybe you'd like to...play the field a little."

"I...I love Beast Boy," Raven managed, and gulped hard.

"Of course you do!" Lois said as she pulled up her skirt. "But you're not married yet, are you?"

"No, we're...we're..." Raven's eyes slid off the reporter and down to her crotch.

The panties were specially made in Japan, with a sleeve for the dickgirl reporter's cock...which now stood at attention.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" Lois said. "I hope you don't mind."

"No," Raven croaked, the witch's throat suddenly dry.

"You're so kind," Lois said. She lifted one hand and pulled off the glove. The concentrated pheromone solution on her palm penetrated the witch's skin as the dickgirl gently caressed Raven's face. "As you can see, I know something of what your poor Beast Boy must feel like. Sometimes it's so hard..."

"I can see that," Raven said, her eyes locked on the towering cock, and the bead of precum that slowly grew at its tip.

Lois Lane kept talking. Raven responded as best she could, but Lois could see the fight inside of the young woman. The witch's body burned with need. She rested on the knife's edge. The reporter leaned in close.

"You know...it might be good for you to get a little practice. For when you and Beast Boy are ready to start a family."

Raven nodded, numbly. The drop of pre-cum on Lois' cock broke into a rivulet than run down the underside of her glans. The witch's eyes watched it travel the whole way down...than run down the underside of her glans. The witch's eyes watched it travel the whole way down...

"I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to take off my blouse," Lois said, and stood up. With her legs at the very edge of the bed, that put the tip of her dickright under the young woman's nose. Instinctively, Raven snuffled like a pig, drank in the strong, masculine scent of her dick...

"Have you ever had an actual human cock?" Lois asked, suddenly inspired. "Or does Beast Boy always use an animal dick?"

"An-animal," Raven murmured. Lois pulled her shirt open to free her breasts. She flexed her abs, which sent a drop of her precum to splash on Raven's face.

"Oh my!" Lois said. "I'm sorry...let me get that for you..."

The reporter leaned down...and Raven didn't draw back as the reporter's tongue slid across her face. Or when their lips met. She spread her legs like a cheerleader on prom night when Lois slid onto the bed. The reporter's cock rubbed against the crotch-piece of the unitard, and Raven moaned...and she herself drew the thin scrap of cloth aside, and guided Lois Lane's cock to her cunt.

She wasn't a virgin, but she was as tight as one.

"Just...think of what it might feel like with him," Lois said as she began to pump. "Maybe it's time to stop playing games. It feels good, doesn't it? Imagine how good it will feel when he's making love to you...fucking you...breeding you..."

Raven grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her face to stifle the screen. Her tight cunt clamped around the invading cock, and Lois spurted and spasmed, sooner than she had intended...but there was nothing wrong with that. In fact, that was the job. She stayed plugged in, so that her swimmers had a chance to seep into the witch's body.

"I...can't believe I just did that," Raven said after she pulled the pillow down to her chest to hug it. "You're just...so hot! But what am I going to tell Beast Boy?"

"Nothing, for now," Lois said. She pulled her cock out of Raven's pussy and pulled the bottom of the Titan's uniform back in place, to keep the jizz from oozing out. "Let me talk to him first. You don't know, maybe he's been thinking about something along these lines. Then we can talk together...I want to interview you both as a couple. Can you do that for me? Keep it to yourself until I've had a chance to discuss things with him?"

Sweat poured down Raven's face. She nodded, the pheromones still lowering her inhibitions, making her more susceptible to suggestion.

"I...I think I need to meditate," Raven said.

"You do that," Lois said. She stood up, grabbed a kleenex, and wiped off the tip of her dick. Raven's eyes followed the jizz-rag as Lois tossed it into the nearby wastebasket. The reporter pulled her skirt down so that the half-erect cock was little more than a bulge. "While I go talk to Beast Boy."