Are we gearing towards the final battle?
"Alright, here's the situation… we…" Kyla-el paused, her voice caught between duty and doubt. She sighed, her divine posture faltering for the first time since arriving. The air seemed to weigh heavier. Everyone felt it—an omen.
She tried again, voice softer now. "Okay… Raven… might have been compromised."
The words hit the rooftop like a thunderclap.
Kyla-el glanced around the table. Victor's face hardened. Bumblebee and Jinx froze, tension locking into their shoulders. The wind outside the dome seemed to hush as if the world itself paused to listen.
Victor raised a hand. "Permit me to stop you here. But as the remnants of Raven's forces on Earth, I think it's advisable to reach out to the others as well. This information shouldn't just stop here. The others need to know."
Kyla-el met his eyes. She had anticipated this. "I knew this was coming. I'm only worried how they will take this news, and depending on the situation… this could end badly."
Victor stood slowly, calm but resolute. "I understand the risk. But I want you to know—I know where my bread is buttered. I am loyal to Raven. You can count on me."
A quiet shimmer passed through Kyla-el's eyes. She studied him deeply, as though she saw through his skin and into his soul. The faintest of smiles curled her lips.
"You…" she said softly. Her voice trembled for just a moment, a rare crack in the divine armour of her mental state. Her hair floated faintly, unaffected by the still air, dancing like tendrils of a higher being that she was.
"We will follow Victor to the end… and Raven too!" Bumblebee and Jinx said together. They stood behind their man, proud, voices raised not in desperation, but belief.
Kyla-el looked at them—and for the first time since her arrival, she allowed a genuine, radiant smile to grace her face. Hope flickered in her divine heart. For all her strength, all her transformation, she was still touched by the mortal beauty of loyalty and love. For once, it wasn't just her sharing hope with others; now it was others sharing hope with her.
Kyla-el smiled gently at that. 'Maybe… maybe there's still hope after all. It's one thing if I am the one bringing hope as I have always done as Superman, but having others follow and create hope is a beautiful sight and something I will never grow tired of, even as my moral allegiance has shifted since being reborn as Kyla-el.' She thought, nodding to herself and closed her bright, glowing eyes.
With a graceful wave of her hand, she summoned her motherbox. A soft chime echoed from the cube as she closed her eyes.
In an instant, space tore open across the rooftop. Multiple boomtubes flared to life.
The first figure stumbled out, collapsing onto the ground with an ungraceful, drawn-out moan. Enchantress. She looked like she'd been rescued from drowning—except in this case, the ocean had been endless ecstasy, and the ocean itself, a puddle of her own making.
Her eyes rolled back. Her skin was clammy, her clothes drenched in sweat. She moaned again, a sound of helpless pleasure that bordered on the pitiful. Her body trembled, legs weak. Her magic barely held her together.
Kyla-el immediately closed the other boomtubes after seeing such a sight, and decided to deal with her first. Unlike the others that Kyla-el could observe from where she was, Enchantress had escaped to limbo to find a cure for Raven's seal, only to remain there without accomplishing anything, but still even in limbo, she couldn't escape Kyla-el's divine perception, although it took her a second, hence the surprise.
She hadn't eaten in months since Raven used her, only her magic kept her going. The punishment of her goddess was something she found rather interesting and pleasurable but now she soon began to see just how cruel it was to be denied over and over again without any hope of stopping and any attempts to do so only made her collapse and moan even louder.
Her muscles had thinned, and she had also lost some fat in her body. And yet, despite all that, she was still moaning, caught in a cruel loop of pleasure—not fulfilment, not reaching her final destination, not reaching her O moment. She was always on the verge. Never truly climaxing. Never fully resting.
Kyla-el sighed. "So she still bears the seal. Raven's seal from before her ascension. Thank goodness, or this would have been near impossible to break."
Victor watched in disbelief. "She's been like this for how long?"
Kyla-el stepped forward and reached out. A soft pulse of her divine energy entered Enchantress, breaking the cruel pleasure-seal like shattered glass around her.
"UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA….. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
The scream tore through the dome like ten banshees orgasming at once. Kyla-el snapped her fingers, and a sound barrier sealed Enchantress away from the others.
"Raaaaaveeeeennnnn….. uuuughhhhhhhhh…." Enchantress whimpered before finally collapsing into a deep, heavy sleep.
Bumblebee covered her nose. "Raven did that to her?"
Jinx narrowed her eyes. "Damn, just how long has she been like that? That's… that's so evil. I like it."
Jinx smirked as she eyed the exhausted mage. Ideas were already forming. 'I wonder if I can learn that seal and use it to spice things up…' she thought.
Kyla-el knelt beside the collapsed woman. "Wake now, mage. Rise in service of your goddess."
She broke her divine energy down into mortal mana—just enough to nourish Enchantress's starved body. Slowly, her chest rose. Her green eyes fluttered open. The exhaustion had not vanished, but hope had returned.
Before she could even sit, a table manifested before her, glittering with food. Platters of roasted meats, cured fish, warm buttered bread, golden biscuits, glistening fruit tarts, chocolate fountains, fine wine, crystal-clear water, grilled vegetables, and whipped cream-topped cakes, all created by Kyla-el. The aroma alone could rouse the dead.
Enchantress salivated. Then—without hesitation—she devoured. She didn't even sit. She just attacked the food like a starving wolf. And with every bite, her skin regained its glow, her muscles strengthened.
Victor chuckled. "Well… she's still got some life in her."
Kyla-el conjured clothes for her and waved her hand again, but not before cleansing her entire body with mana to wipe away all impurities. Enchantress visibly sighed as her skin became clean and smooth, the stench of deep sweat replaced with floral hints.
After that was done, Kyla-el waved her hand again to re-summon the boomtubes.
Boomtubes opened—seven this time, spread across the rooftop.
Huntress stepped out first. Her cloak swept behind her, and her bow staff glowed faintly. "Took you long enough to bring us together, Victor."
Batgirl emerged next. Her footsteps were hesitant. Her eyes darted everywhere. She had seen boomtubes before. They never meant anything good, even though she could feel something connected to Raven behind the portal.
Catwoman arrived dramatically. A massive spectral hand had literally grabbed her and dragged her into the portal. She flipped into view, landing gracefully, licking her lips. "Oh my, that wasn't a gentle way to grab this pussy's attention."
Poison Ivy entered last among the women. Vines curled at her feet, green flowers blooming as she stepped. "I was just overlooking Gotham, enjoying the trees coexisting with the concrete. I thought it was impossible… until Raven made it happen."
Harley Quinn skipped in behind her, wearing nothing but a red-and-black lace nightie. Beast Boy nearly tripped at the sight coming out of his own portal.
"I was wondering what kind of force could pull me into a portal against my will," she chirped. "Geez, I thought it was my dealer hiring a supe to drag me in for the bands I owe him."
Donna Troy dropped from above. She descended with a soft impact, wings outstretched from an ethereal glyph behind her. She had grown more powerful, too. "Is Raven here?! I could feel her energy and came flying!"
Last came Beast Boy, stumbling out of his boomtube. "Yo, yo, yo… something smells amazing up here. Who's cooking up a storm?!"
Victor raised an eyebrow as he surveyed the new arrivals. "Is that… everyone?"
Kyla-el nodded, her blue eyes shining. "Yes. That's everyone."
With a silent wave, Victor elongated the table to accommodate the new arrivals, forming seats beside Kyla-el and at both sides.
"Now that everyone is here," Victor said, "please, take a seat."
Bringing back the OG's from the first few chaps. They've been loyal to Raven since they first met.
All this and more you can read ahead with illustrations on patreon.com/futamommy
Have an amazing weekend!