Women seem wicked, when they are wanton

(writers note re: the choice: I know that’s not how the lyrics go, I took a small artistic liberty so shoot me ;-) )

As you watch Starfire squirm on the wall you know something is wrong. While you're glad Raven is letting down some of her barriers this is too much. The pleasure she seems to be taking in debasing her friend is setting off all sorts of warning bells in your head. "Wait Raven, we can't do…" your protest is cut short as Raven puts a finger to your lips and then runs her hand down your chest, her nails gently scraping against your skin. Her other hand cups the back of your head, drawing your gaze down to her.

"Silly boy", she says looking up at you with a wanton grin, "you don't really believe that, at least not all of you does." You feel her small, delicate hand gently caress your shaft causing you to shudder and gasp. This elicits a wicked little giggle from the temptress below you. "As a matter of fact," she says in a husky whisper as the tip of her finger slowly rubs the head of your cock coaxing out a few drops of pre-cum and gathering them up, "part of you is quite certain we can."

You watch transfixed as Raven brings her finger to her lips, and slowly slides her tongue out to gather your pre-cum. Her eyes smolder with lust as she stares at you and wraps her lips around her finger and slowly sucks it into her mouth before slowly pulling it out. Your attention is so fixated on her mouth that you fail to notice her lavender eyes shift to pink for a moment as she gets a taste of your essence.

"Come on John, think something's not right." you tell yourself mentally. Yet your body and mind are in direct conflict; one is eager to give Raven exactly what she wants, while the other is screaming at you that doing so could be dangerous, perhaps disastrous. The situation leaves you physically shaking torn between which one to listen to.