Something happened recently,
I got my first death threat, and I remember putting up a disclaimer in the first chapter. In fact, I made it the first thing you'll see in BOLD and the first paragraph, and noted that there will be ntr and that I have seen authors get bashed for this and how some have stopped because of certain comments. Now one of those keyboard warriors has come to my abode and left their filth at my doorstep. I ask that you, my loyal readers, report their account and I will post the screenshot of it here in this paragraph so you can locate it easily. It is under my 5-star review of this fanfic, and the account name is 'DetachedDreamer'.
I am posting this chapter now as an extra for the week as I don't normally do so and I would greatly appreciate this if you could support me through this period, it's an interesting world we live in indeed, I didn't force that person to read my work but they went out of their way to spread their negative vibes in vain.
I hope you enjoy the chapter.
Raven sat perched atop her throne—a vast, imposing monolith of stone, its vertical back stretching high into the air like a spire to the gods, while its width easily passed for a decadent couch. The throne was her symbol now, cut directly from the living bedrock of the planet she resided in now, whose surface pulsed beneath her with a faint, ever-present heartbeat. Above her, two burning suns blazed in the sky, their rays casting long, prismatic shadows through the trees of this cosmic Eden, while three pale moons hung further off—a planetary alignment few mortals would ever witness.
The planet she resided on was a living planet called Mogo.
But Mogo was no ordinary world. He was once a proud member of the Green Lantern Corps—a living, sentient planet whose will could bend the weather and terrain at a thought, whose forests and oceans were his body, and whose core pulsed with ancient, cosmic might. But now, Mogo was conquered—claimed by Raven and her harem. And like every conquered thing, Mogo had learned obedience. The weather here was perfect, the breezes gentle, the trees swaying in an unending caress, all for the comfort and pleasure of Raven's court.
Raven looked down from her throne, an expression of dark annoyance twisting her lovely face. Her eyes shimmered with a faint purple, like violet storm clouds before a magical tempest.
"What kind of sorry-ass oral skill is this?" she muttered, glaring down between her legs.
Black Canary was on her knees, her blonde hair matted to her forehead, mascara and eyeshadow running in streaks down her cheeks like black rivers. Her lips, painted a rich crimson, were stretched wide around the base of Raven's thick, throbbing cock—a gift she had taken as her own after transmigrating to the cruel and dark world of DC after an orgasm-induced death in her previous life, a symbol of her power and her dominance.
Black Canary's hands cupped Raven's heavy balls, supporting them as if they were the last relics of a dying god. Her eyes shimmered with need, even as she was forced herself to play the role of the unwilling slave—her expression somewhere between mock terror and desperate lust. She lost to the goddess before her; her love of her life was taken from her by the very same goddess whom she kneeled to serve now, and his complete termination depended on her performance.
Above them, the sunlight dappled across Raven's pale thighs and glistening shaft, catching every bead of saliva and every trembling gasp. Black Canary's sonic hum would send shivers right down to Raven's balls, which made 'hmm' despite Black Canary's lacklustre performance. The same level of sonic scream, if not higher, that could kill was now used as a pleasure piece for her new goddess.
On the stone steps just beneath the throne, Starfire grinned wickedly, her luminous orange skin glowing like embers in the twin sunlight. Her emerald eyes flashed as she pressed her own cock—who was as thick as Raven's—against the trembling, upturned ass of Zatanna. The sorceress was naked, knees and elbows pressed into the stone, her body quivering as she tried to relax, legs spread wide to welcome the inevitable invasion.
"At least she can fit an inch or two inside… of her," Starfire teased, running her tongue along her own lips as she positioned herself.
Starfire's body was a masterpiece of Tamaranian genetics: her long, crimson hair spilled down her back, framing the perfect roundness of her ass; her breasts, full and heavy, swayed gently as she moved, nipples hard in the cool air. Muscles rippled beneath her flawless skin, and when she crouched, her thighs bunched like a goddess carved in flame.
Zatanna's voice trembled as she tried to catch her breath, her face flushed a deep, humiliating red. Zatanna knew Raven was only keeping her alive long enough to punish, but leaving her to a newbie in anal sex? She could see just how twisted Raven's mind was. "I-I haven't… not that way before…" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Shut up bitch!" Starfire echoed with a grin as she slapped Zatanna's ass, which recoiled nicely.
Raven watched, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "I was going to give you some lube, Star. But use your spit, and prepare her with your fingers first. That's all she gets. You are to use her as your toy. Enjoy—and try to last longer this time." She waved her hand, and from the shadows sprang a digital timer, numbers flickering in the air for all to see.
"That's not fair! You don't see me counting down how fast you cum down my throat!" Starfire protested, feigning indignation as she pressed her cock against Zatanna's tight entrance. The sunlight danced across her bare skin, making her hair shimmer, and as she spat onto her own fingers and pressed one into Zatanna's ass, she shot Raven a look of mock betrayal.
The aura of domination was thick in the air, the master-and-slave scene was heightened by the role each woman took—the one's who were fucking and the ones getting fucked whether they liked it or not. Zatanna moaned as Starfire worked a finger into her tight hole, then two, then three, spreading her wider with every slow, teasing thrust. The moans were getting louder and louder now.
But the loudest moans didn't come from Zatanna. Black Canary, down between Raven's thighs, was practically drooling, her body trembling as Raven's cock twitched in her mouth. Raven's pheromones radiated through her, every nerve alight with pleasure, every muscle straining to keep control. She squirted so much that she surprised herself that she could even do that. She whimpered around Raven's shaft, the act of subjugation only fueling her desperate need to please or else Oliver gets erased.
Starfire's breathing grew heavier as her fingers worked faster, her free hand stroking the length of her cock. When she finally judged Zatanna ready, she pressed the broad, swollen head to Zatanna's opening and pushed—slowly at first, then harder, the resistance almost more than she could bear.
Zatanna cried out, her voice echoing off Mogo's endless surface, as Starfire's cock finally breached her. The sensation was electric, the pain mingling with pleasure as Starfire filled her inch by inch, the Tamaranian's body glowing with exertion.
Raven watched, one hand in Black Canary's hair, the other resting on her own thigh. She let out a satisfied sigh as Black Canary moaned, her throat spasming around Raven's cock. The heroine's hands dug into Raven's thighs, but corrected herself immediately and soon grabbed hold of Raven's balls in worship.
The planet shook in and out of orbit as it was now filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh—Starfire's hips slapping against Zatanna's ass in a blurry motion. Raven made sure that Zatanna's durability would match Starfire's a little bit with a simple spell or else she would have turned to meat paste after the first thrust. Mogo itself seemed to pulse in time, the ground shaking in a rhythm that matched the debauched scene.
Starfire's body moved in a blur, her hands gripping Zatanna's voluptuous hips, thrusting in and out with impossible speed. Her muscles flexed with every movement, sweat glistening along her back. Zatanna sobbed in pain, her body convulsing as each thrust sent new waves of ecstasy through her but was immediately overwritten by the intense pain Star gave her due to her juvenile acts of anal sex, just speed thrusting as if it were a race.
Raven reached her own climax first, reaching it out of necessity and boredom rather than pleasure, spilling herself down Black Canary's eager throat, the heroine choking and swallowing with desperate enthusiasm. Raven didn't let her go, holding her there until every last drop was swallowed, then pulling out with a groaning sigh. By now Black Canary's stomach looked comically large some of Raven's cum rushed out of her nostrils, coating Raven's balls. Raven could only reach climax because of Canary's sonic throating; aside from that, even a sex toy could have done a better job. Raven soon discarded Black Canary, tossing her aside as an orgasming mess and cancelling the effects of her divine blessing of her cum within Black Canary.
She turned to Starfire, whose thrusts were coming harder, faster, as Zatanna's cries reached a fever pitch.
Starfire roared as she drove herself deep, her cock pulsing as she came inside Zatanna, filling her to overflowing. Zatanna could feel Raven's angry glare at her as Starfire's cum was rushing through her digestive tract all the way up to her mouth. Zatanna immediately understood that glare and covered her mouth to prevent any spillage. Zatanna's belly swelled as she orgasmed, her own juices flooding the throne room floor.
The planet shook no more, and Raven smiled. "Good girl," she murmured, stroking Starfire's hair as the Tamaranian collapsed beside Zatanna, both women spent and panting.
As soon as Starfire was done riding through her orgasm, her mind wandered and entered in the mind of a particular soldier on a warship.
"Oh my goodness… that's… that's my sister." Starfire said out loud.