The woman standing in the doorway is none other than Raven, a recent addition to the Justice League herself. She is wearing her signature purple-blue cape over her skimpy black leotard. You take her in as she introduces herself. Even with the full length cloak covering her body from neck to ankle, you are entranced by what you see. Her short purple hair hangs loosely around her sylph like face. You can't tell if she is aware of the fact; but Raven is beautiful. Her milky white skin contrasts with her black and purple makeup highlighting her small, but sweetly soft lips. Her big lilac eyes are currently completely neutral. It doesn't stop your libido. You can imagine drowning in those eyes. Your flagging penis begins to stiffen back to attention under your towel. Her face shifts into a glare. "Don't you dare," she says showing more emotion than you'd herd from her yet. You blink. Your lusty thoughts didn't show on your face, you are sure of that much. You fear that there might be a bit of a bulge under your towel by now, but Raven's eyes haven't left your face since she entered the room.
"I can't see inside your head," she says. Before she'd been angry but here her voice shifts into a more measured tone. It's not the same voice she'd started out with, but it's pretty close. "But I am an empath. I can experience your feelings and emotions." Now you can't hide the reaction on your face. Was that lip twitch a smirk, quickly concealed? Or a snarl? "Yeah. You are making it very difficult to meditate," she says.
Your mind is in overdrive as you search for a response. Wait. She said she experiences your feelings, didn't she? You don't know how much experience she has, but the fantasies your mind had cooked up brought you back to full mast after 3-4 of the biggest orgasms you've ever had. Maybe it's affecting her too?
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