Terra

In Titans Tower, Tara sat on her bed, alternately thinking about Deathstroke and Gar; the naughty and the nice in her life.

First there was Deathstroke; when they made love he'd already pictured every move she'd make in advance, although she still liked to think she could surprise him. There was nothing she couldn't do with him, no new level of her depravity he wouldn't let her sink to. She found herself wanting a cigarette between her lips as she fantasized about his one-eyed charms.

Then there was sweet innocent Garfield, he was so green and vanilla. How she'd like to bring out the animal in him, awaken his beast. As she lay there, imagining his rhino's horn, his stag's antlers, she found herself hornier than either of them. She loosened her belt and pushed her hand beneath her costume, feeling her moist pussy. Now it was time to do what she was always did; it was time to make the earth move.