Chapter 19 - 18

Here's a long chapter, it has a long and lewd R-18 part...

Also, I changed the way the skill Mana Siphon works.

[Mana Siphon!] You can now steal mana from people you have sex with for the first time. Stolen mana will be used to increase the size of your magical core. Theoretically, it can grow to infinite capacity!

Chapter 18 (~14k words):

– Amara –

Raven's skin was impossibly soft, yielding gently under the pressure of my palms as I worked the coconut-scented suntan oil into her back. I knelt beside her lounger, taking my time, savoring the contrast of my pale hands against the white-grey toned expanse of her shoulders.

She lay face down, her breathing already hitching in that shallow, tell-tale way that let me know she wasn't nearly as relaxed as she was pretending to be. The dark purple one-piece she wore was a conservative choice compared to Starfire's, but right now, it was serving my purposes beautifully. 

I had hooked my fingers into the back of the fabric and slowly, deliberately peeled it down to her waist, leaving her smooth, pale back entirely exposed to the air—and to me.

"You're so tense, Raven," I murmured, my voice dropping to a husky purr that only she could hear. I poured a little more oil into my palm, letting it warm against my skin before sliding my hands down the length of her spine again. "You need to relax. We're on vacation, aren't we? At least for the next few hours we have nothing better to do…"

"I... I am relaxed," she stammered into her folded arms, her voice muffled and tight.

"Liar," I teased gently. My hands glided lower, reaching the dip of her lower back just above the bunched fabric of her swimsuit at her waist. I pressed my thumbs into the muscles there, kneading in slow, rhythmic circles. 

Raven let out a soft, involuntary gasp, her hips twitching against the cushion.

The only thing stopping me from seeing the full, heavy swell of her breasts was the fact that she was lying flat on her stomach, gravity pressing her assets against the lounger. But from my vantage point, looking down the curve of her ribs, I could see the delicious side-profile of her chest, the pale flesh spilling just slightly over the edge of the chair. It was a tantalizing view, made all the better by the knowledge that she was completely at my mercy.

I glanced up briefly, checking the shimmering distortion in the air around us. I had cast a subtle but powerful privacy barrier around our three loungers—myself, Raven, and Bellatrix. To anyone looking in from the outside, we were just a boring blur, easily ignored and instantly forgotten. It was a neat piece of magic, allowing us to be as improper as we wanted in the middle of a crowded deck.

Of course, I wasn't entirely sure if the illusion would hold up against high-tech sensors. 

I cast a wary glance toward the pool, where a massive, metallic figure was currently doing a cannonball. Cyborg was busy splashing around with Beast Boy—who had morphed into a seal—and Starfire, their laughter ringing out over the water.

"Your robotic friend," I whispered, leaning down so my lips brushed the shell of Raven's ear. "Do you think he's scanning us right now? Watching a gorgeous girl like me rub oil all over his teammate's bare skin?"

Raven shuddered, a flush of pink spreading rapidly across her neck. "Victor... respects privacy," she managed to choke out, though the embarrassed moan that followed my thumbs digging into her shoulder blades told a different story.

"Mmm, I certainly hope not," I laughed softly. "I do love an audience." My hands slid up her sides again, slick with oil, my fingers dancing dangerously close to the sensitive skin of her underarms. 

She squirmed, a small, high-pitched noise escaping her throat. I grinned, feeding off her embarrassment, my succubus instincts humming with satisfaction at how easily I could unravel the stoic half-demon.

Suddenly, the lounger next to us creaked as Bellatrix sat up abruptly, pulling her sunglasses down her nose to peer at us with intense, dark eyes. She watched my hands moving over Raven's skin for a moment, her expression unreadable, before a slow, shark-like grin spread across her face.

"Amara, darling," Bellatrix said, her voice sharp with interest. She swung her legs over the side of her chair, leaning closer. "You haven't introduced me properly to your little plaything."

Raven stiffened under my hands, lifting her head slightly to look at the wild-haired witch.

"She's not a plaything, Bella. Well, not entirely," I said with a wink.

Bellatrix ignored my jest, her gaze locking onto Raven with a predatory intensity. She inhaled deeply, as if scenting the air. "I can feel it," Bellatrix murmured, her eyes widening with approval. "She reeks of power. Dark power." She nodded decisively. "I approve. She is a very powerful dark witch."

Raven blinked, clearly taken aback by the assessment. I decided it was time to bridge the gap before Bellatrix decided to hex her just to see what would happen.

"Bellatrix," I said smoothly, keeping one hand resting possessively on the small of Raven's back. "This is Raven. She's a very good friend of mine from America. She's... unique." I turned my gaze to Raven, my expression softening. "And Raven, this is Bellatrix... my mother." I paused for effect, letting the weight of the lie settle. "She was lost to me for a long time, but we've finally been reunited."

Raven's violet eyes went wide, her head whipping around to stare at me in utter confusion. I could practically see the gears turning in her head. She knew my story—or at least, the version I had told her, Kara, and Dick at the diner. She knew Lily Evans Potter was my birth mother, the woman who had abandoned me.

"Your... mother?" Raven repeated, her voice laced with skepticism and bewilderment. "But I thought—"

I leaned in quickly, pressing a finger to her lips to silence her. "Shh," I whispered, my face inches from hers. "It's a very long, very complicated story. I promise I'll explain everything about Bellatrix later. Just... roll with it for now, okay?".

Raven hesitated, looking from me to the beaming, manic woman next to us, and then slowly nodded. She laid her head back down on her arms, though I could tell she was still tense.

I resumed my massage, pouring a fresh dollop of oil onto her skin. "So," I said, keeping my tone casual as my hands resumed their long, sweeping strokes up and down her spine. "While I have you captive... tell me more about this 'cruise ship problem' you mentioned earlier."

Raven sighed, her body relaxing slightly as my thumbs worked out a knot near her shoulder blade. "It's bad, Amara," she mumbled into her forearm. "The last ship that came into New York... It was a ghost ship. It drifted into port with the engines dead and the lights out.".

"No passengers?" I asked, sliding my hands down her sides, gripping her waist firmly.

"None," she confirmed grimly. "No captain, no crew, no passengers. It was completely empty."

"Just empty?" I pressed, letting my fingers trail dangerously forward, grazing the soft swell of her side-boob. "Or was there something else?"

Raven gasped, arching her back as my fingers teased the outer curve of her breast, circling agonizingly close to her nipple without quite touching it. She turned her head, pouting at me with flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. "Amara... you're distracting me."

I pouted back, feigning innocence. "I'm just trying to help you relax while we discuss serious business. Continue, please."

She let out a shaky breath, trying to regain her composure. "There were... signs of a struggle," she said, her voice trembling slightly as I repeated the caress, my thumb brushing the underside of her breast. "Bloodstains on the decks. Claw marks on the hull. We're assuming the worst. Some kind of sea monster—or a pack of them—attacked the ship in open water and took everyone."

"Took them?" I asked, my voice darkening. "To eat them?"

"Or worse," Raven whispered.

Bellatrix let out a screech of laughter that sounded like breaking glass. "Monsters?" she cried, clapping her hands together. Her eyes flashed with a dangerous, protective light. "Let them come! If any filthy beasts try to board this vessel and touch a single hair on my precious daughter's head, I will slaughter them all!" She whipped out her wand—which she had somehow concealed in her bikini—and slashed it through the air. "I'll flay them alive! I'll boil the seas until they float belly-up! No one touches my Amara!"

I smiled at her, genuinely touched by her psychotic devotion. "Thanks, Mom," I said sweetly.

Raven lifted her head again, glancing between Bellatrix and me with a complicated expression. "The Justice League... they usually have strict rules about engagement," she said quietly, watching my hands moving over her skin. "They don't like to kill. It's a line they don't cross easily."

"Boring," Bellatrix sneered.

"But," Raven continued, her gaze locking onto mine, "whatever did this... it caused a massacre. Hundreds—thousands—of people are gone. We discussed it with the League. Given the nature of the threat and the potential for massive loss of life..." She paused, swallowing hard as my hand slipped lower, resting just above the curve of her buttocks. "The Titans have been authorized to use lethal force if necessary."

My eyes lit up. A thrill of excitement shot through me, hot and sharp. "Yay," I breathed, grinning wickedly. I leaned forward, my bikini clad large chest pressing against Raven's oiled back, my lips hovering right next to her ear. "That means I can actually help you, Raven. I can protect my friend without having to hold myself back or worry about your little rules."

I felt her shiver beneath me. "You... you'd do that?"

"Of course," I purred. "Who said the villainess couldn't be the good girl once in a while?"

Overcome by the moment—the heat of the sun, the scent of the oil, the promise of violence, and the undeniable cuteness of Raven's flustered state—I couldn't help myself. I leaned down and pressed a slow, wet kiss to the sensitive nape of her neck, sucking lightly on the soft skin there.

Raven sputtered, her whole body jerking in surprise. "A-Amara!" she squeaked, her face turning a deep, violent shade of red that clashed horribly with her purple swimsuit.

I pulled back, laughing softly, my hands giving her waist one last squeeze.

Bellatrix watched us with a wide, feral grin, crossing her long, pale legs at the ankle. She looked delighted. "Oho," she crooned, her eyes dancing between us. "I didn't know you two were those kinds of friends." She leaned back on her elbows, arching her back to thrust her chest out, looking like a cat that had just eaten the canary. "I'm jealous, daughter," Bellatrix whined playfully, though there was a hungry edge to her voice. "It's been far too long since I've had a good fuck from a proper pureblood witch or wizard. These Muggles are so... disappointing.".

I rolled my eyes at her, though I couldn't suppress a smirk. "If we find the sea monsters, you can take out your frustrations on them, mother."

"Oh, I intend to," she promised. 

Hours later…

The sun was beginning its slow, dramatic descent toward the horizon, painting the vast Atlantic sky in bruising shades of violet, burnt orange, and deep crimson. The heat of the day was fading, replaced by a cooling ocean breeze that danced over my skin, but I felt warmer than ever.

I lay sprawled on my back across the cushioned lounger, my bikini top untied and discarded carelessly on the small table beside me. My arms were thrown back behind my head, exposing my body completely to the dying light. My large, heavy breasts settled naturally against my chest, the pale, flawless skin glowing softly in the twilight. I knew, logically, that neither Raven nor I would ever actually tan—my succubus physiology kept me eternally pale and perfect, and Raven's half-demon heritage seemed to do the same for her—but the sensation of the warm air ghosting over my sensitive nipples was too delicious to pass up.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath of the salty air. I wasn't asleep, though. I was hyper-aware of the woman lying on the lounger next to me.

For the past two hours, I had felt the weight of Raven's gaze on me. Every time I shifted my legs, or arched my back to stretch, or let out a soft, contented sigh, I felt her eyes snap toward me. She tried to be subtle about it, pretending to read her book, or adjusting her sunglasses, but I was a succubus. I could taste the lust radiating off her. It was sweet and nervous.

It was exciting me more than I cared to admit. My own [Major Sin of Lust] was purring in the back of my mind, urging me to tease her, to push her, to see just how flustered I could make the stoic empath before she finally snapped.

"You're staring again, Raven," I murmured, keeping my eyes closed, a lazy smirk curving my lips.

I heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by the rustle of movement. "I... I wasn't," Raven lied, her voice pitching slightly higher than usual. "I was just... checking the position of the sun."

I opened one eye, turning my head on the cushion to look at her. She was lying on her stomach, her face turned toward me, cheeks dusted with a faint, tell-tale flush.

"The sun is over there," I pointed out, gesturing vaguely toward the horizon with a limp hand. "My tits are over here. Easy mistake to make, I suppose."

Raven choked on air, burying her face in her arms.

Bellatrix had left us about an hour ago, claiming the "Muggle chatter" was giving her a migraine and that she needed to go back to our suite to "prepare for the slaughter" of the sea monsters. I hadn't asked what preparing entailed, mostly because I didn't want to know if it involved sharpening knives or brewing poisons in the hotel sink. Her absence left me alone with Raven, wrapped in the privacy bubble I'd cast, isolated from the rest of the ship in our own little world of tension and desire.

"I think I'm done baking," Raven mumbled into her towel. She pushed herself up, sitting on her knees for a moment before turning over.

I watched her.

Raven flipped onto her back. Raven's body was a work of art—her breasts were large, heavy, and perky, settling beautifully against her chest. I could clearly see the outline of her nipples. They weren't pink or brown like a human's. They were a deep, vivid violet—a physical mark of her interdimensional heritage that matched her eyes perfectly.

"Wow," I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

Raven froze, her hands hovering over her chest. She looked at me, seeing exactly where my gaze was fixated. A blush exploded across her face, turning her greyish skin a distinct lavender hue.

"Amara!" she hissed, scrambling to grab her towel and pull it over her chest. "Stop looking!"

"Why?" I asked, propping myself up on one elbow, letting my own bare breasts sway with the movement. "You've been looking at mine all afternoon. It's only fair if I get a turn." I lowered my voice, letting a thread of magic lace through the words. "Besides... they're beautiful, Raven. You shouldn't hide them."

She stared at me, her lips parted, conflict warring in her eyes. The desire was there, swimming in the violet depths, but so was the lifetime of repression she'd built around herself. "We... we should get going," she stammered, deflecting desperately. "The sun is setting. And... and I wanted to introduce you to the rest of the team. If you're really serious about helping us fight whatever is out there. I wanted you to meet Starfire first since she's the least judgemental. Her own sister Blackfire is a villain, you know…"

I sighed, disappointed but willing to let her off the hook—for now. "Fine," I said, sitting up and stretching my arms over my head, thrusting my chest out one last time for good measure. "Business before pleasure, I suppose." I reached for my black bikini top, tying the strings behind my neck with only a bit of difficulty since I never wore one of these before. "So, introductions," I said, smoothing the fabric over my skin. "Where's the alien princess?"

Raven frowned, looking around the emptying deck. The pool was quiet now, the crowds thinning out as people headed below for dinner. "Starfire?" she asked, scanning the area. "She was right there a while ago..."

"Oh," I said, suddenly remembering. "I think I saw her leave about an hour ago? She was talking to a couple by the pool bar. A handsome guy with dark hair and a really pretty blonde woman. They looked... friendly."

Raven blinked. "Friendly?"

"Very friendly," I clarified with a grin. "Lots of touching. Lots of whispering. Then the three of them wandered off toward the elevators together."

Raven sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Of course she did," she muttered, sounding resigned. "Starfire's... cultural norms regarding intimacy are very different from Earth's. She doesn't really do 'subtle.'"

"I noticed," I said dryly, remembering the metallic purple swimsuit that had barely covered her labia. Also, she had broken Dick's heart, and I wasn't happy about that. Or maybe some twisted part of me WAS happy about that because otherwise I never would have met him. I chose to ignore those dark thoughts for now and spoke again. "So, where do you think she went?"

"My room," Raven said instantly. "We're sharing a suite, and she probably just went back to get changed." She stood up, wrapping a sarong around her waist, though it did little to hide the generous curve of her hips. "We should go check."

I dissolved the privacy barrier with a flick of my wand, the shimmering air fading away to reveal the mundane world of the cruise ship. "Lead the way," I said. "Let's go retrieve your wayward alien."

We walked through the ship's corridors, the artificial lights humming overhead. The carpet was thick and plush under my sandals, the walls lined with tacky nautical art. Even here, in the mundane hallway, I drew eyes. Men in evening wear paused to stare as I walked by; women narrowed their eyes in envy or bit their lips in appreciation. My [Daughter of a Succubus] perk ensured I was a magnet for attention, and tonight, I reveled in it.

I walked close to Raven, our arms brushing with every step. I could smell her scent—ozone, old books, and a faint, underlying musk of arousal that she hadn't quite managed to suppress.

"You know," I murmured, leaning in close as we waited for the elevator. "You never told me if you liked the massage."

Raven stiffened, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor numbers. "It was... effective," she replied stiffly. "My muscles are less tense."

"Is that all?" I teased, reaching out to trail a finger down her bare arm. The elevator dinged, saving her from having to answer. The doors slid open, and we stepped inside, thankfully alone. We reached the deck housing the VIP suites, not quite as nice as the penthouse Bellatrix and I occupied, but close. Raven led me down the long, silent hallway until we stopped in front of a heavy wooden door.

"This is it," she said, reaching into her bag for the keycard.

I didn't need the card to know we were in the right place.

My succubus senses flared the moment we stopped. The air around the door was thick, heavy with a scent that made my mouth water and my pussy throb a sudden, needy rhythm between my legs. It leaked through the cracks in the doorframe, invisible to anyone else but hitting me like a physical wave. Pheromones, sweat, and the distinct scent of lust.

"Oh my," I purred, my nostrils flaring as I inhaled deeply. "I think we might be interrupting something fun."

Raven paused, card hovering over the reader. She sniffed the air tentatively but clearly didn't pick up on what I was sensing. "What do you mean?"

"Just open the door, Raven," I whispered, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "You'll see."

She swiped the card. The light turned green with a cheerful beep. The lock clicked.

Raven pushed the door open and stepped inside, with me right on her heels.

The suite was dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the twilight. But there was enough light spilling from the bathroom and the hallway to illuminate the scene in the center of the room perfectly.

"Starfire, we need to—" Raven began, her voice professional and firm.

The words died in her throat. She stopped dead, sputtering incoherently as her brain tried to process the visual information in front of her.

I gasped softly, my eyes going wide, a rush of heat flooding my system so fast it made me dizzy.

"Hot damn," I breathed.

On the massive king-sized bed, Starfire was completely naked.

Her metallic purple swimsuit was nowhere to be seen—likely discarded on the floor somewhere in a fit of passion. Her orange skin seemed to glow in the dim light. She was on her hands and knees, her back arched deeply, presenting her magnificent, round ass to the room. Her head was thrown back, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure, her green eyes glazed and half-lidded.

And she was absolutely, thoroughly occupied.

The handsome man I had seen earlier—a tall, fit human with tanned skin and dark hair—was kneeling behind her. He was naked too, his body glistening with sweat. His hands were gripping Starfire's wide hips, his fingers digging into her orange flesh as he anchored her in place.

We had walked in at the perfect moment to see him driving into her.

His cock was thick and hard, burying itself deep inside Starfire's wet, welcoming pussy with a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the quiet room. He wasn't being gentle. He was pounding into her with a rhythmic, animalistic intensity, his hips snapping forward, making her entire body jerk with the force of it.

"More!" Starfire moaned, her voice a husky, musical plea that filled the suite. "Pound me harder! Yes! Do not stop the mating!"

As he thrust into her, I watched mesmerized as her ass cheeks clapped against his thighs, the flesh rippling with the impact. Her pussy was glistening, juices coating his length every time he pulled back before slamming home again.

But he wasn't the only one attending to the alien princess.

The beautiful blonde woman—his wife, presumably, or perhaps just a very lucky partner—was there too. She was kneeling on the bed in front of Starfire, right between the alien's arms. She was naked as well, her pale skin a stark contrast to Starfire's vibrant orange.

The blonde woman's face was buried in Starfire's cleavage. She was suckling hungrily on one of Starfire's massive, heavy breasts, her cheeks hollowing as she drew the nipple into her mouth. Her hand was busy elsewhere, reaching down between Starfire's legs from the front, her fingers working frantically against Starfire's clit, rubbing and circling in time with the man's thrusts.

It was a tableau of pure, unadulterated hedonism.

Starfire was being ravaged from both ends, surrounded by pleasure, completely lost in the sensation. She tossed her head, a low, guttural growl vibrating in her throat.

"Yes! Oh, glorious!" she cried out. "Touch the clitoris more! Harder! It is the most pleasing sensation!"

The man grunted, leaning forward to bite down on Starfire's shoulder, his pace quickening. "You like that, baby? You like how I fuck you?"

"I enjoy the fucking immensely!" Starfire shouted back, unashamed.

I stood there in the doorway, my hand gripping the frame, unable to look away. My own body was responding violently to the sight. My nipples were hard against the fabric of my bikini, and a distinct, heavy dampness was soaking my bottoms. The smell of their sex was overwhelming now, a thick, musky perfume that made my head spin.

Raven made a strangled noise, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. Her face was a mask of shock and mortification, her violet eyes wide as saucers. "Starfire!" she squeaked, her voice cracking. "Oh my god—I—we—"

Neither the man nor the woman seemed to notice us. They were too lost in the act, too focused on the alien goddess they were worshipping.

Starfire, however, cracked one eye open at the sound of Raven's voice. She looked right at us. For a second, I thought she might be embarrassed. I thought she might stop, or cover herself, or ask us to leave. I should have known better. Starfire's face split into a wide, delirious grin, even as the man thrust into her so hard her head rocked back.

Raven made a small, squeaking noise in the back of her throat. She took a half-step back, looking like she wanted to teleport through the floor.

But I... I didn't step back.

I took a step forward.

The sight was overwhelming. The sheer, unapologetic hedonism of it called to every dark, hungry part of my soul. I looked at Starfire, glowing and gorgeous and filled to the brim. I looked at the couple, ordinary humans elevated by the act of pleasuring a goddess.

"Raven," I said, not looking back at her. I reached behind me, finding the door handle. "Lock the door."

"What?" Raven squeaked.

"Lock. The. Door," I commanded softly, my eyes fixed on the way the man's hand smacked against Starfire's ass cheek, leaving a red print on the orange skin. I turned to look at Raven then. Her face was flushed, her eyes darting between me and the spare bed. She looked terrified. She looked aroused.

Raven swallowed hard. She looked at the bed again. Then she looked at me—at my bikini top, at the hunger in my eyes.

Slowly, shakily, Raven reached out.

Click.

She locked the deadbolt.

I grinned, a slow, predatory expression that felt entirely too comfortable on my face. "Good girl," I whispered.

Raven stood there, her hand still hovering over the lock, her chest heaving as she stared at the door. I could see the tremor in her shoulders, the way her breath hitched in her throat. She was terrified, yes, but beneath that fear was a current of arousal so potent I could practically taste it on the air.

I didn't give her a moment to think. I didn't give her a second to second-guess what we were about to do, or to retreat back into that shell of stoic repression she wore like armor.

I stepped into her space, crowding her against the wood of the door.

"You wanted this," I whispered, my voice rough, dropping into a register that vibrated through my own chest. "Don't lie to me, Raven. I felt you trembling under my hands all afternoon."

She turned slowly, her violet eyes wide and blown with lust, reflecting the dim light of the room. "Amara, we... they're right there," she breathed, her voice cracking. "We can't just—"

"We can," I cut her off, my hands snapping out to grip her waist. "And we will."

I pushed her backward. She stumbled, her legs hitting the edge of the spare bed, and she collapsed onto the mattress with a soft bounce. I followed her down instantly, crawling over her like the predator I was born to be. The scent of the room—the pheromones pouring off Starfire and her lovers, the sweat, the sex—was driving my [Major Sin of Lust] into a frenzy. It was a physical ache in my blood, a demand that screamed to be satisfied.

I caged her in with my arms, looming over her. "You like watching," I murmured, glancing briefly over my shoulder at the writhing shapes on the other bed before locking my gaze back onto hers. "But you want to touch even more."

"Amara..." she whimpered, her hands coming up to rest tentatively on my shoulders.

I crushed my mouth to hers.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. I devoured her, my tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting the shock and the sweetness of her surrender. She tasted like suppressed desire. For a second, she was stiff beneath me, but then a moan vibrated in her throat, and she melted. Her arms wound around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, harder.

The kiss deepened, turning sloppy and wet, a desperate clash of teeth and tongues. I ground my hips down against hers, the friction of my bikini bottoms against her swimsuit sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. It wasn't enough. I needed more. I needed everything.

My control snapped.

I let go.

My succubus nature surged to the surface.

My large, leathery wings burst from my lower back, unfurling with a snap of power that sent a small gust of wind through the room. At the same time, my tail—my sensitive, slender, velvety tail—uncoiled from between my ass cheeks and lashed the air with eager anticipation. I felt my ivory horns pushing up through my hair, curving elegantly from my skull.

Raven broke the kiss with a gasp, her eyes flying open. She stared up at me, taking in the wings, the horns, the tail swishing behind me. I was a bit nervous since I knew how much she liked to reject her own demonic nature. But she didn't reject me!

Instead, her pupils dilated until her eyes were almost black. "You're..." she whispered, reaching up with a trembling hand to trace the curve of one of my horns. "You're magnificent."

A flush of vanity warmed me, nearly as hot as the lust. I preened under her gaze, leaning into her touch. "And you," I purred, leaning down to nip at her jawline, "are wearing far too many clothes."

"I—I can take it off," she stammered, her hands fumbling for the straps of her purple swimsuit.

"No," I growled, my voice dropping an octave. "Let me."

I didn't bother with straps or finesse. I hooked my fingers into the neckline of her swimsuit. The fabric was sturdy, high-quality material designed for swimming, but it was nothing compared to the enhanced strength Morgana's ritual had gifted me.

I pulled.

RIIIIIP.

The sound was loud, violent, and incredibly satisfying. The purple fabric shredded like wet paper, tearing straight down the middle. Raven cried out in shock, her hands flying up instinctively, but I caught her wrists and pinned them to the pillows above her head.

I pulled the ruined fabric away, tossing the scraps to the floor, leaving her completely bare beneath me.

"Oh, gods," I breathed, my gaze raking over her.

I had seen her in the swimsuit, but this... this was art.

Raven's skin was a pale, moonlit grey, smooth and flawless. Her stomach was flat and toned, the muscles shifting as she breathed. But it was the color that captivated me. Her nipples weren't pink or brown. They were a deep, vivid violet, stiff peaks that seemed to beg for attention against the pale curve of her heavy breasts.

And lower...

My eyes traveled down the soft line of her belly to the apex of her thighs. Her pussy lips were plump and slightly parted, the same stunning shade of violet as her nipples, framed by a neat, trimmed patch of soft purple hair. She was glistening, her arousal already soaking her thighs, a clear nectar that smelled so sweet!

"You are..." I shook my head, overwhelmed. "Raven, you are one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen." 

She whined, twisting her hips, trying to close her legs, but I settled my weight between her thighs, forcing them apart. 

"Don't hide," I commanded softly. "Let me look at you. Let me drink you in." I sat back on my heels, hovering over her, letting her see me in return. I could feel her gaze devouring me—my wings, my horns, the way my breasts heaved with my rapid breathing. "Now," I whispered, a wicked smile curling my lips. "My turn."

I didn't use my hands. I reached back with my mind, controlling the extra limb I had been gifted. My tail snaked around my body, the spade-shaped tip slipping dexterously into the knot of my bikini top. With a single, fluid tug, the strings came loose. The black fabric fell away, landing softly on Raven's chest.

I shook my long black hair out, letting my breasts spill free, heavy and aching. I saw Raven's eyes lock onto them, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

My tail moved lower, hooking into the side of my bikini bottoms. I shimmied my hips, and with a little help from the tail peeling the fabric down, I kicked them off, leaving me naked, glorious, and undeniably a demoness.

I hovered over her for a moment longer, letting the tension build, letting the sounds of Starfire's pleasure in the background whip us into a frenzy.

"Amara, please," Raven begged, her hips bucking up, seeking contact. "Please touch me."

"As you wish, little bird," I murmured.

I collapsed forward. But instead of kissing her lips, I buried my face in her chest.

My mouth clamped onto her left nipple. I sucked hard, drawing the sensitive violet bud deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Raven screamed, a high, broken sound that she tried to stifle with a hand over her mouth.

"Don't cover your mouth," I mumbled against her skin, the vibration sending shivers through her. "I want to hear you beg and moan. I want Starfire to hear you."

I bit down lightly, teasing the nipple with my teeth, and Raven arched off the mattress, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

While my mouth feasted on her breasts, moving from one violet nipple to the other, suckling and licking until they were slick and swollen, I lowered my hips.

I pressed my pussy against her thigh. The friction was incredible—her skin was so soft, so warm. I began to grind, a slow, rolling rhythm that smeared my own slickness against her leg. The sensation made my eyes roll back in my head, a moan tearing from my throat.

But I wasn't the only one who needed attention.

My tail, acting on pure, unadulterated instinct, slithered down between our bodies. It was an extension of my desire, sensitive and seeking. The velvety tip brushed against Raven's wet entrance, and she jolted as if she'd been shocked.

"What is—oh!" she gasped.

I grinned against her breast. I guided my tail lower, pressing the smooth, firm length of it against her slit. I rubbed it up and down, coating it in her juices, spreading the slickness over her clit.

"Do you like that?" I whispered, lifting my head to look at her. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth hanging open. "My tail... it wants to taste you too."

I began to rub the tip of my tail in tight, fast circles right over her clit. It was a unique sensation, controlled by my mind, but feeling everything as if I were touching her with my own fingers. 

Raven threw her head back, her neck arching like a swan's. "Amara! It feels—it feels so weird, but so good!"

"I know," I purred. "Let it happen, Raven. Let go."

I kept grinding my own pussy against her thigh, using the friction to edge myself closer to the precipice, while my mouth returned to her neck, sucking a bruise onto the pale skin, and my tail worked her clit into a frenzy.

I refused to let up, my lust for her insatiable. My mouth was a relentless engine of suction and licking, moving from the tender, bruised skin of her neck back down to her chest. I captured one of those stunning violet nipples between my lips again, swirling my tongue rapidly around the sensitive, pebbled bud before clamping down with just enough pressure to make her cry out.

"Amara… oh god, Amara!" Raven gasped, her hands fumbling blindly to grip my hair, her fingers tangling in the black strands to anchor herself against the onslaught.

While my mouth busied itself with tasting every inch of her pale grey skin, my hips were locked in a desperate, grinding rhythm against her upper thigh. Her leg was solid and thick, the muscle firm beneath the softness of her skin, and it provided the perfect friction for my aching, dripping center. I rubbed my swollen clit against her thigh, smearing my own slick arousal all over her skin, chasing the friction that sent sparks dancing behind my eyelids.

But it was what was happening between her legs that stole my breath away.

My tail, that slender appendage that acted on the darkest whims of my subconscious, was no longer content with just teasing her clit. It had a mind of its own, driven by my lust and the intoxicating scent of her desire. I felt it coil tighter, the spade-shaped tip twitching eagerly as it sought out the source of that warmth.

I lifted my head from her breast, my lips wet and swollen, just in time to watch Raven's violet eyes fly wide open. Her pupils were blown so large they nearly swallowed the iris, staring up at the ceiling in sudden, bewildered shock.

"Amara?" she choked out, her voice trembling. "What is… oh! Oh my god, what are you doing?"

I looked down, my own eyes widening in sheer, unadulterated delight.

The tip of my tail had found her entrance. It pressed insistently against her pussy lips, parting the violet folds with a slick, wet slide. It didn't hesitate. It didn't ask for permission. Driven by pure instinct, the spade tip pushed forward, sinking into the tightness of her.

"Just relax, Raven," I purred, my voice dropping into a husky whisper as I watched the black, sinuous limb vanish inch by inch inside her. "Don't fight it. Let me in."

"It feels… it feels alive!" she cried out, her hips bucking up off the mattress in a reflex of surprise.

"It is," I murmured, leaning down to brush my lips against her ear. "It's part of me, Raven. It wants you just as badly as I do." A gasp tore from my own throat then, a sharp, ragged intake of air that rattled in my chest.

I had known my tail was sensitive. I knew it responded to touch, that stroking it could bring me to my knees and make me cum hard. But I had never used it for this. I had never used it to penetrate someone.

The sensation was overwhelming!

As my tail pushed deeper, sliding past her tight ring of muscle, my brain was flooded with sensory information so acute it made my toes curl. I could feel everything. It wasn't like using a finger, where the sensation was dull and distant. This was visceral. I could feel the incredible, wet tightness of her insides wrapping around the limb. I could feel the slick, velvet texture of her inner walls, the way they fluttered and pulsed around the intrusion.

It was the most sensitive part of my entire body, a raw nerve ending shaped into a tool of pleasure, and right now, it was buried deep inside a superheroine.

"Fuck," I hissed through clenched teeth, my forehead resting against her shoulder as I shuddered. "Raven… you are so tight. You feel incredible."

Raven let out a long, broken whine, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow. "It's so deep," she panted, her hands sliding down to clutch at my waist, her nails digging into my skin. "It's… oh, it's filling me up. It feels… weird. Good, but weird."

I chuckled darkly. "Weird is good, darling. Weird is what we demons do." I focused my will, testing the connection. I didn't need to move my hips to fuck her. I just had to want it. And god, did I want it.

Slowly, deliberately, I commanded the tail to withdraw. I felt the friction of her tight pussy walls dragging against me, a sensation that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, mirroring the stimulation I was getting from grinding against her thigh. I pulled it back until just the tip remained inside, teasing her entrance.

Raven whimpered at the loss of fullness, her hips jerking upward, chasing the sensation.

"Please," she begged, her voice raw. "Don't tease me."

"I'm not teasing," I promised. "I'm savoring."

I pushed back in. This time, I went faster. My tail surged forward, burying itself to the hilt in a single smooth motion. Raven cried out, her back arching off the bed, her breasts heaving against my chest. I felt her internal muscles clamp down hard around the intruder, squeezing my tail with a rhythmic, milking pressure that nearly made me cross my eyes.

"That's it," I groaned, losing myself in the dual sensations. "Clamp down on me. Squeeze it."

I began to fuck her in earnest. My tail moved with a fluidity that no phallus could match, twisting and curling inside her, exploring the contours of her body from the inside out. I could feel the ridges of her walls, the feeling of her core, the way she grew wetter and looser with every thrust.

"Amara!" Raven sobbed, her hands finding my hips and pulling me down harder against her. "It's hitting… oh god, it's hitting something deep inside! Right there! Don't stop!"

"I'm not stopping," I growled, kissing the pulse point at her throat, tasting the salt of her sweat. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

I established a rhythm, a relentless, punishing pace. Thrust. Twist. Pull. Thrust. The wet, slapping sounds of our bodies colliding mixed with the squelching noise of my tail working inside her, creating a symphony of filth that filled the room.

Through the haze of lust, a thought struck me with the force of a physical blow.

Holy fuck, I thought, my mind reeling. This feels better than anything I've ever felt. How have I never done this before?

"Look at me," I commanded, lifting my head.

Raven struggled to open her eyes, her lids heavy with pleasure. Her violet irises were swirling with a dark, smoky haze. She looked wrecked. Beautifully, perfectly wrecked.

"Tell me what it feels like," I demanded, needing to hear it. I kept the rhythm steady, my tail pistoning in and out of her, rubbing against her g-spot with unerring accuracy.

"It feels…" She gasped, biting her lip as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. "It feels like you're everywhere. Like you're inside my head and inside my body at the same time. It's… it's magic. It's burning me up."

"Good," I whispered. 

I shifted my weight, pressing my hips down harder. The friction against my own clit was becoming unbearable, the pressure building toward an inevitable explosion. My hips moved with a mechanical, relentless precision, driven by a want for pleasure that felt bottomless. I was grinding down hard against Raven's thigh, the solid muscle of her leg providing the perfect anchor for my swollen, aching pussy. Every roll of my hips smeared my slick arousal further across her grey skin, the friction sparking white-hot jolts of electricity that zipped straight from my clit to the base of my spine.

My tail was buried to the hilt within Raven's tight, wet folds. I could feel every ridge of her internal walls as if I were running my fingertips over them. I could feel the way her pussy clamped down, milking the length of my tail with a desperate, fluttering rhythm.

"Oh gods, Amara," Raven choked out, her head thrashing against the pillow. Her violet hair was damp around her flushed face. Her hands scrabbled at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, anchoring me to her. "It's... it's moving so fast. It feels like it's everywhere!"

"It is everywhere," I growled, leaning down to nip at the sensitive cord of muscle in her neck. My voice sounded wrecked, rough with the same desire that was making my vision swim. 

I focused my will, and my tail obeyed instantly. It twisted inside her, the spade-shaped tip curling upward to scrape relentlessly against her g-spot. The sensation transferred directly to my brain, a vivid, tactile map of her pleasure. It was intoxicating. It was like I was fucking her and being fucked at the same time, a feedback loop of sensation that threatened to burn my nervous system out.

"Fuck!" Raven screamed, her hips bucking wildly, trying to escape the intensity even as she clamped her legs tighter around me, trapping me there. "Too much! It's too much!"

"Take it," I commanded, breathless. I picked up the pace of my grinding, my clit rubbing raw and hard against her thigh. 

"I am!" she sobbed, tears of pure overstimulation leaking from the corners of her violet eyes. "I'm taking it! Please, Amara, harder! Don't stop!"

Hearing her beg for me was so sexy!

My tail began to piston in and out of her again with a force that shook the bedframe. Thwack. Squelch. Thwack. The wet, visceral sounds of our coupling filled the small spaces between our heavy breathing. I was battering her walls, stretching her, claiming her from the inside out.

And then, the sensation changed.

It started as a low, heavy pressure at the very base of my spine, right where my tail connected to my body. Like something was building inside of me. It was alien and familiar all at once, a biological imperative I hadn't known I possessed until this very second.

"What..." I gasped, freezing for a fraction of a second as the pressure intensified.

It was traveling. I could feel it moving, a hot pressurized surge of something from my lower back and funneling down the length of my tail. The sensation rushed through the sinew and muscle of the limb, expanding it, making the flesh feel tight and engorged.

Below me, Raven's eyes flew open, wide and panicked and hazy with lust. Her breath hitched in a sharp, strangled squeak.

"Amara?" she whimpered, her hands flying down to clutch at her stomach. "What's happening? It's... oh god, it's getting bigger! It's swelling!"

I looked down, my heart hammering against my ribs. I couldn't see inside her, obviously, but I could feel it. The velvety tip of my tail, buried deep within her pussy, was expanding. It pressed outward against her vaginal walls, stretching her beyond what should have been possible, filling every single millimeter of empty space inside her.

"I... I don't know," I panted, my voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and a sudden, overwhelming need. "Raven, I can't stop it. It feels... fuck, it feels like I need to release something."

"It's so big," she cried out, her back arching off the mattress, her toes curling. "It's stretching me!"

The pressure hit a critical point. My tail felt tight, hot, and throbbing. The sensation mirrored the ache in my clit, but it was magnified, a heavy, driving urge to empty myself into her. "I'm gonna..." The words tore out of my throat, guttural and raw. "Raven, I'm gonna—" My hips snapped forward, driving my clit hard against her thigh one last time, and my world shattered.

My vaginal orgasm hit first, a blinding white-hot contraction that seized my entire core. I cried out, my head thrown back, as my pussy clamped down, spasming violently. I felt my own juices gushing out of me, soaking her thigh, hot and slick and endless.

But that was just the prelude.

A split second later, the pressure in my tail exploded.

"AAAAGH!" I roared, my body going rigid as a sensation I had never experienced ripped through me.

Deep inside Raven, the swollen tip of my tail opened just a tiny bit. Hot, viscous liquid erupted from the end of my tail in powerful, rhythmic spurts! It wasn't a trickle. It was a whole lot. It felt exactly like I imagined a cock would feel, only more intense, more magical, more wrong and right at the same time. It felt like ejaculating.

Raven shrieked, a sound of pure, unadulterated shock and ecstasy. Her body convulsed violently beneath me, her inner muscles clamping down on my swelling tail as she was flooded.

"Hot! It's so hot!" she wailed, her head thrashing from side to side. "You're filling me up!"

I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. I was just a conduit for pleasure. I rode the waves of the double orgasm, my pussy throbbing and soaking her leg while my tail continued to pump spurt after spurt of thick, scalding seed into her deep.

Spurt.

Raven gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Spurt.

She arched high, her body bowing like a drawn string, her own orgasm crashing over her in a violent, shuddering wave. I felt her walls flutter and spasm around my knot, milking me, drawing every last drop of fluid from my tail.

Spurt.

"Yes! Yes!" I groaned, my forehead dropping to rest against her shoulder, my sweat mingling with hers. "Take it all, Raven. Take every fucking drop."

The release went on for what felt like an eternity. I was emptying myself out, pouring my lust and my magic into her. The sensation of the liquid leaving my tail was exquisitely relieving, a release of pressure that left me feeling lightheaded and boneless.

Finally, the spurts slowed to a trickle. The intense throbbing in my tail began to subside, though the tip remained swollen inside her, plugging her tight to keep the fluid from escaping. I collapsed on top of her, my breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps. My limbs felt heavy, my heart thudding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

For a long time, the only sound in the room was our breathing and the wet, slick noises of our bodies settling. Even the couple and Starfire on the other bed seemed to have quieted down, or maybe I had just gone deaf to the world.

Slowly, the fog in my brain began to clear.

I lifted my head, blinking sweat out of my eyes. Raven was limp beneath me, her skin flushed a deep lavender, her chest heaving. Her eyes were half-open, glazed and unfocused, staring at nothing.

I looked down at our joined bodies. My hips were slick with my own fluids where I had ground against her thigh. But my mind was focused entirely on what was happening behind me.

I could still feel my tail inside her. I could feel the slowly receding swelling of the tip. I could feel the pool of warm liquid that now filled her up.

My eyes widened. A shock, cold and sharp, cut through the afterglow.

"Holy fuck," I whispered, my voice hoarse.

Raven blinked, her gaze slowly tracking to my face. She looked dazed, like she'd been hit by a truck made of feathers. "Amara?" she croaked. "What... what was that?"

I swallowed hard, shifting my weight. I could feel the fluid sloshing slightly inside her as I moved.

"I..." I started, then stopped. I laughed, a breathless, incredulous sound. "I think I just came inside you, Raven."

She stared at me, her brow furrowing in confusion. "But... you're a girl. You don't have..." Her voice trailed off as the realization hit her. Her eyes widened, darting down to where my tail disappeared between her legs.

"I guess it's because I'm a succubus. My tail," I murmured, a mixture of awe and horror swirling in my gut. "It... it acted like a cock. It... ejaculated."

Congratulations on seducing your first heroine! 

[Mana Siphen!] has been activated, and due to how powerful Raven is, the size of your magical core has now doubled!

Congratulations on taking Raven's first time! You have been granted the teleportation skill: [Shadow Travel!] You can now travel short distances through the realm of shadows.

Before Raven could even formulate a coherent response to my bewildered confession, the heavy silence of the room was shattered by a musical, vibrant voice drifting from the other bed.

"Friend Raven! That was… oh, that was the most incredibly erotic thing I have ever witnessed!"

I stiffened slightly, my head snapping up. I saw Starfire sitting up amidst the tangled ruin of her own sheets. She looked like a goddess of fertility and chaos, her long, fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders in wild, sweaty waves that glowed faintly in the dim light. 

"I have never seen your face twisted so deeply with the pleasure!" Starfire continued, her green eyes wide and sparkling with genuine, unashamed delight. She leaned forward, her hands bracing her weight on the mattress, completely oblivious to the tension in the room. "It was lovely and amazing to witness! The way you cried out… it was like the song of a dying star!"

My gaze traveled down her body, unable to help myself. She was utterly naked, her generous curves slick with sweat. Her large, heavy breasts swayed slightly with her movements, the nipples hard and dark. But it was lower down that caught my attention. Between her parted thighs, her smooth, hairless pussy was swollen and red from use, the lips slightly parted. A thick, pearlescent stream of white cum was leaking slowly from her, trailing down her inner thigh in a stark, contrasting line against her orange skin.

It was a lewd, messy sight, and it made my own core throb in sympathetic response.

But Starfire wasn't the only one watching.

My eyes flicked to the side, landing on the human couple. They were huddled together at the foot of Starfire's bed.

They were staring at me. Specifically, they were staring at the large, leathery wings that twitched behind my lower back, the ivory horns curling from my forehead, and the thick, black tail that snaked out from the base of my spine and disappeared intimately between Raven's legs.

"What… what is she?" the man whispered. 

The woman couldn't even speak. She just shook her head, her gaze locked on the point where my body connected with Raven's, revulsion and fascination warring in her eyes.

A sudden flush of heat rose in my cheeks, not from arousal this time, but from a flicker of genuine embarrassment. It was one thing to be a succubus among super-powered beings who understood the bizarre nature of our lives, it was another to be gawked at by mundane humans like I was a circus freak.

"Right," I muttered. "Show's over." The air shimmered beside my hand, and my Soul-Bound Wand snapped into my palm, the black wood warm and humming with familiar power.

The humans flinched at the sight of the weapon, the man throwing a protective arm over the woman.

I didn't give them time to panic further. I leveled the wand at them, the tip glowing with a soft, pale light. 

"Obliviate," I intoned, my voice steady and commanding.

A wash of misty white magic erupted from the wand, washing over the couple like a fog. Their expressions went slack instantly, the fear draining out of their eyes to be replaced by a vacant, glassy stare. Their muscles relaxed, and they swayed slightly, caught in the spell's hold.

"You two will forget everything that happened in the past few hours," I ordered, weaving the compulsion into their blank minds. "You will forget Starfire, you will forget Raven, and you will certainly forget me and my… accessories. You are tired. You want to go back to your own cabin and sleep." I paused, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. "And you don't need your clothes," I added. "Just go. Walk back to your room. Ignore anyone you see."

The man and woman nodded slowly, moving in unison like puppets on strings. They stood up, dropping the sheets they had been using to cover themselves, revealing their naked bodies without a shred of shame. They didn't even glance at their pile of discarded clothes on the floor. They simply turned and walked toward the door I had unlocked with a flick of my wand, stepping out into the hallway completely nude.

I watched them go, chuckling softly. "Meh," I murmured, lowering my wand. "It's a cruise ship. I'm sure people have seen weirder things in the buffet line."

"That was rude!" Starfire called out, her voice dropping into a dramatic, exaggerated pout. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up even higher. "That was very rude! I was hoping to enjoy at least another few rounds with the couple before dismissing them. The male had excellent stamina for a human!"

I turned back to face her, raising an eyebrow. 

"Hmph," Starfire grumbled, though her eyes were still dancing with amusement. She shifted on the bed, spreading her legs carelessly, not bothering to hide the mess between her thighs. "Well, since she has chased away my playthings, you must properly introduce me to your friend now, Friend Raven! She is very interesting!"

I looked down at Raven. She was still lying beneath me, her face flushed a deep, beautiful lavender, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She looked wrecked in the best possible way—hair damp with sweat, lips swollen, eyes hazy.

"Raven?" I whispered, brushing a stray lock of violet hair from her forehead. "You okay?"

Raven let out a long, shaky sigh, her hands coming up to cover her face for a moment. "I… I think my brain has melted," she mumbled. Then, she seemed to realize our position. "Amara… you need to… move."

"Oh. Right."

I shifted my weight, preparing to withdraw. This was the part I was dreading, not because I wanted to leave, but because the sensitivity of my tail was still off the charts.

"Brace yourself," I warned softly.

I began to pull back. It was an exquisite, agonizing friction. My tail, still slightly swollen from the release, dragged along the tight, slick walls of her internal muscles. I felt every ridge, every flutter of her pussy gripping me, trying to keep me inside. A shiver racked my entire body, starting at the base of my spine and shooting out to my fingertips.

Raven gasped, her hips jerking instinctively as the sensation hit her too. "Oh… god…"

With a wet, squelching pop, the spade-shaped tip of my tail finally slipped free of her entrance.

"Ahhh..." I groaned, a shudder rocking through me as the cool air hit the hyper-sensitive flesh of my tail. It curled reflexively against my thigh, coated in a mixture of her clear fluids and the strange, white warm liquid I had released inside her.

Raven squeezed her eyes shut, a tremor running through her legs as she lay there, empty and aching. A small pool of fluids began to leak from her, staining the white sheets beneath her hips.

I climbed off her carefully, my legs feeling a little like jelly, and sat on the edge of the bed. I willed my demonic features away and sighed in relief as I became less sensitive without them.

Raven sat up slowly, wincing slightly as she adjusted her position. She grabbed a pillow, hugging it to her chest as if it could shield her from the alien princess's intense curiosity.

"Starfire," Raven said, her voice raspy and rough. She cleared her throat, trying to regain some semblance of her usual monotone dignity, though it was impossible given the circumstances. "This is… Amara Black. She is my… friend."

I smirked, glancing over my shoulder at Raven. "Friend?" I teased softly. "I think we were a little more than friends about five minutes ago, don't you?"

Raven glared at me, her cheeks burning. "Amara."

"But yes," I said, turning to Starfire and giving her a little wave. "I'm Amara. Nice to officially meet you, Starfire. I've heard… a lot about you…"

Starfire's face lit up like a supernova. "Oh! It is so wonderful!" 

Without warning, she launched herself off her bed.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed, but it was too late.

Starfire flew across the small gap between the beds with effortless grace, her naked, sweat-slicked body soaring through the air. She landed on us—literally on us—crashing into the mattress with a force that made the bed frame groan in protest.

"Oof!" Raven grunted as Starfire sprawled over her, pinning her back down.

"Hello!" Starfire chirped, her face inches from mine. She smelled of sex. Her skin was incredibly hot to the touch, radiating a dry, intense heat. "It is so wonderful to meet one of Raven's friends! I did not think she had any outside of us Titans! She is usually so… how do you say… solitary! To see her engaging in the mating rituals with such passion is a delight!"

She wrapped her arms around both of us, pulling us into a crushing, slippery hug. Her large breasts pressed against my arm, soft and heavy, and her leg threw itself over Raven's waist.

"Rude!" Raven grumbled from beneath the pile of limbs, her voice muffled by Starfire's hair. "Starfire, get off! You're heavy, and you're covered in… fluids!"

"It is the fluids of bonding!" Starfire declared happily, nuzzling her cheek against mine. "Do not be shy, Friend Raven! Amara is clearly a skilled lover! I saw how her tail made you scream! It was most impressive!"

I couldn't help it. I started to chuckle, the sound bubbling up in my chest until I was laughing openly! The absurdity of it—it was too much!

"She's got you there, Raven," I laughed, reaching out to pat Starfire's bare back. "I am pretty skilled. You're not quite what I expected, Starfire."

Or maybe she was exactly what I was expecting and that was throwing me off. I could see it was very hard not to like her even with everything she'd done in the past. 

…The steam in the bathroom was thick. 

I stood under the spray of the rainfall showerhead, letting the scalding water cascade over my shoulders, washing away the sweat, the slick fluids, and the last tremors of adrenaline that were still vibrating through my limbs.

Behind me, Raven's hands were buried deep in my wet, raven-black hair, her fingers working a coconut-scented shampoo into my scalp with a firm, rhythmic tenderness that made my eyes roll back in my head. It was such a domestic, intimate gesture, but I found myself leaning back into her touch, utterly boneless.

"So," Raven's voice cut through the sound of the rushing water, though I could hear the faint rasp of exhaustion in her tone. "Let me make sure I have this entirely straight." Her thumbs dug into the tension knots at the base of my skull, and I let out a soft, appreciative hum. "You went to London," she continued, her fingers sliding down to massage the back of my neck. "You found out you've been granted a title of nobility, making you an actual, legal Duchess. Then, you went to your birth parents' estate—the people who abandoned you—and instead of reconciling, you burned their ancestral manor to the ground because they tried to sell you off like cattle to some geriatric wizard."

I wiped water from my eyes and turned my head slightly to glance at her over my shoulder. "That sums up the Tuesday portion of the trip, yes," I admitted, reaching up to squeeze her forearm as her hand moved to soap my shoulders. "They tried to marry me off to a man old enough to be a corpse. Burning the place down felt like the only reasonable response. It was… cathartic."

Raven paused for a beat, her hands resting on my collarbones. "And then," she pressed, her voice dropping a register, "you're telling me that the witch I met earlier, Bellatrix Lestrange, has latched onto some insane conspiracy theory that she is your biological mother?"

I winced, turning fully around to face her. "Yeah," I sighed, running a hand through my wet hair, slicking it back from my forehead. "That's the complicated part. She's… unhinged, Raven. Completely broken by prison. But she convinced herself that I'm her secret daughter with the Dark Lord that's terrorizing magical Britain. And when she looked at me with that desperate, manic hope in her eyes… I couldn't tell her the truth. I just couldn't." I bit my lip, looking down at the tiled floor as the water swirled around our feet. "I know how it sounds. I know I have deeply rooted mommy issues for letting a psychopath adopt me just because she showed me a shred of affection. I know I should have sent her away."

Raven reached out, her hand cupping my chin and tilting my head up until I was forced to look at her again. Her expression wasn't judgmental. It was wry, a little sad, but deeply understanding. "Amara," she said softly, a small, dry smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Trust me. Your mommy issues might be bad, but they can't possibly be worse than mine…" she didn't elaborate further.

"One day you'll have to tell me more about yourself," I told her. Although I already knew most of it.

"Maybe one day…" she trailed off, clearly wanting to change the subject. "You got closure, Amara. Violent, fiery closure, but closure nonetheless. Now you know for a fact that your former family are pieces of shit. You don't need them anymore." She hesitated then, her thumbs rubbing circles into my skin. I could feel the tension return to her a bit. "Ideally," she said, her voice quiet, almost hopeful, "I'd prefer it if you left Morgana, too. You could come to Jump City. You could join the Titans. We could… help you."

My heart gave a painful squeeze. I knew she meant it. I knew she wanted to save me. But the image of Morgana flashed in my mind—the way she had taught me to harness my power when everyone else wanted to bind it, the way she looked at me like I was a masterpiece she had helped create.

"Raven," I said gently, reaching up to trace the line of her jaw with my wet fingertips. "Morgana saved me when I was at my absolute lowest. When I was nothing but a squib in a gutter, she gave me a wand. She gave me a purpose. She didn't care that I was broken, she helped me forge myself into something sharp." I shook my head slowly. "I can't leave her. I won't. And honestly? I don't think the ancient witch who wears my face would let me go, either. We're bound together, in more ways than one."

Raven stared at me for a long moment, searching my face for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, she sighed, a sound of resignation mixed with acceptance. "I can't have everything, I suppose," she muttered, though there was no heat in it. She reached for the bar of soap again. "Turn around. You missed a spot on your back."

We finished cleaning up in a comfortable silence, the tension of the conversation washing away with the suds. Once the water was shut off, we stepped out onto the bathmat, toweling off our damp skin.

I stood before the large vanity mirror, my skin flushed pink from the hot steam. With a thought, I accessed my inventory. A ripple of magic distorted the air near my hand, and I pulled out a fresh set of clothes. I slid into a pair of tight, dark-wash jeans that hugged my hips perfectly, and pulled a simple, fitted black t-shirt over my head.

Beside me, Raven was pulling on her leotard. She fastened her blue cloak around her shoulders, the brooch clasping with a soft click, and pulled her hood up, instantly transforming from the vulnerable lover I had just held into the mysterious Titan the world knew.

"Ready?" she asked, her voice back to its usual monotone calm, though her eyes were still soft when they met mine in the reflection.

"Ready," I confirmed.

We opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the suite's main room.

Starfire was waiting for us.

She was hovering a few inches off the carpet, fully dressed in her own purple two-piece uniform, her long, fiery hair floating around her as if she were underwater. Her green eyes lit up the moment she saw us, glowing with an irrepressible energy. "Friends!" she chirped, clapping her hands together. She zipped over to us, beaming. "You are both looking most refreshed! The cleansing ritual was successful?"

Raven groaned, pulling her hood down further to hide her face. "Starfire, please."

Starfire ignored her embarrassment entirely, grabbing Raven's hand and then mine, beaming at us with a blinding smile. "We should proceed immediately to meet Friend Cyborg and Friend Beast Boy in the dining hall! They have been messaging the communicators incessantly. They will be so filled with the joy to meet your new friend, Raven!" She started towing us toward the door, her strength surprising despite her slender frame. "And besides," she added, throwing a wink over her shoulder that was about as subtle as a brick, "I am certain we are all very famished. Engaging in such vigorous fucking builds quite the appetite, does it not? I could eat an entire glorg!"

"Starfire!" Raven choked out, her face turning a deep crimson in the shadow of her hood. "You can't just say things like that!"

We reached the hallway, the heavy door clicking shut behind us. The corridor was empty, stretching out in long lines of beige carpet and sconce lighting.

I gently pulled my hand from Starfire's grip, stopping them both.

"As much as I'd love to go straight to dinner," I said, a flicker of guilt pricking at my conscience. "I actually have to go collect my… mom. Bellatrix."

Raven and Starfire paused, looking back at me.

"She's been alone in our suite for hours," I explained, running a hand through my damp hair. "And knowing her, if I leave her alone much longer, she might start hexing the cabin crew just to alleviate her boredom. Or worse, she might come looking for me and burn down the buffet."

Starfire tilted her head, looking confused. "Your mother is prone to the arson?"

"You have no idea," I sighed.

"Go," Raven said. "We'll save you a seat. Just… try to keep her from murdering anyone on the way to the dining hall?"

"I'll do my best," I promised with a smirk. "I'll grab her and meet you guys there in a few minutes."

…

The walk from the VIP suites to the room I shared with Bellatrix was short.

I fished the keycard from my pocket. I slid the card into the slot. The light turned green with a cheerful little beep. I pushed the handle down and swung the door open.

Immediately, the scent hit me.

It was a thick, cloying stench that assaulted my nostrils—a mix of low-tide rot, stagnant pond water, and the unmistakably sharp, coppery tang of fresh blood.

"TAKE THAT, YOU DISGUSTING, FILTHY CREATURE!" Bellatrix's voice rang out from the center of the room, high and shrill with manic delight. It was followed by a wet, sickening thud, like a butcher slamming a slab of meat onto a cutting board. "Trying to sneak up on a superior witch like me?" she shrieked, her voice vibrating with adrenaline. "Know your place and rot in whatever made-up watery hell your filthy race believes in!"

I stepped fully into the room, the door clicking shut behind me, and stared.

The suite was a wreck. The heavy curtains billowed wildly in a gust of wind coming from the balcony doors, which had been smashed inward, glass glittering across the carpet like diamonds. A heavy, rusted iron trident lay abandoned near the foot of the bed, dripping dark water onto the pristine duvet.

But my eyes were drawn to the center of the room.

Bellatrix stood there, her chest heaving. She was still wearing the black bikini I'd bought her, her pale skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat.

And at her feet lay a monster.

It wasn't a mermaid in the way I'd come to expect from this universe. It wasn't human-like, like Aquaman's people, with human faces and bodies. No, this was something pulled straight from the Black Lake at Hogwarts of Harry Potter.

It was hideous. Its skin was a mottled, sickly grey, slimy and rough looking. Its hair was a tangle of dark green, stringy weeds that matted against its skull. Its face was fish-like and distorted, with a mouth full of jagged, yellow needle-teeth and yellow eyes that stared vacantly at the ceiling. A gaping wound had been blasted through its chest, oozing a thick, dark purple blood that was pooling rapidly on the expensive rug.

My nose twitched again at the smell. It was revolting. I never was a big fan of the smell of fish…

"Are you okay, Bella—" I started, instinct taking over, before I caught myself. I swallowed the slip and corrected my tone, softening it into something more concerned. "I mean... Mom? Are you hurt?"

Bellatrix whipped around at the sound of my voice. For a split second, her eyes were wild, dilated with the thrill of the kill, before they focused on me. A wide, beaming grin split her face, showcasing her teeth. She looked ecstatic. "Amara!" she crowed, stepping over the corpse as if it were nothing more than a pile of laundry. She threw her arms out, gesturing grandly to the carnage. "Look! Look what tried to crawl into our room!" She marched over to me, grabbing my shoulders with hands that trembled slightly from excitement. "I was just getting ready to change for dinner, minding my own business, when the wards I set on the balcony tripped. I turned around, and this... this thing was climbing over the railing with that rusty fork in its hand!" She released me to whirl back toward the dead creature, pointing her wand at it accusingly. "It tried to stab me!" she said, sounding deeply offended by the audacity of it. "Me! A daughter of the House of Black! As if I would be bested by a fish with legs!" She let out a sharp, barking laugh. "I blasted it backward before it could even hiss at me. Filthy beast."

I looked from her to the dead creature, then back to the smashed balcony doors. We were on one of the upper decks. That thing had climbed a long way to get here!

"I think..." I murmured, staring at the purple blood soaking into the carpet. "I think we found the 'sea monsters' Raven was worried about."

Bellatrix scoffed, folding her arms over her bikini top. "Monsters? Please. It's a Grindylow's ugly cousin. A Merperson. And an exceptionally ugly one at that." She sneered down at the corpse. "And to think, your little witch friend wants to protect the Muggles from this? Let the beasts eat them, I say."

I opened my mouth to reply, to maybe gently suggest that letting thousands of people get eaten was too much even for me, but the words died in my throat.

A scream tore through the air.

It wasn't coming from inside our room. It was muffled, distant but piercing, coming through the walls. It was a high, terrified shriek of absolute agony.

Then another scream joined it, this one coming from the hallway outside our door. Then the heavy sound of running feet, followed by a crash and the distinct, wet sound of tearing flesh.

"Fuck," I hissed, my hand instinctively dropping to my side, summoning my wand from my inventory. "It wasn't just one. They're swarming the ship."

Bellatrix didn't look worried. She nudged the dead merperson with her bare toe. "I'm not surprised," she said. "Everyone knows Merpeople have a taste for human flesh when they can get it. Especially the wild colonies. They teach that in first-year Care of Magical Creatures, darling. I'm still upset you were never able to go to Hogwarts. Damn that piece of shit Dumbledore!"

I stared at her blankly. "The merpeople eat WHAT?"

"They eat people," she clarified, speaking slowly like this was a teaching moment. 

My mind reeled. I thought back to the descriptions in the books from my past life—the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament. "Wait," I said, my voice rising in disbelief. "There is an entire colony of these things living in the Black Lake. Right next to Hogwarts!"

Bellatrix shrugged, completely unbothered by the concept. "Oh, yes. Allegedly, the beasts signed a treaty promising not to eat any students who fell in during boating lessons. Though personally, I think that's just because wizard children taste of magic, and they prefer the bland texture of Muggles."

I shook my head, unable to find a word strong enough for the sheer negligence of it. Once again I was reminded that old man was an incompetent moron not worthy of any of his accolades, but I needed to focus back on the present.

Another scream echoed from the hallway, closer this time. A heavy body slammed against our door, followed by a gurgling cry and the sound of scratching claws.

"The ship is under attack. We need to help fight them off!"

Bellatrix sighed, a long, dramatic exhale of air. She slumped her shoulders, looking put upon. "Must we?" she whined. "I really don't care if the Muggles get eaten, Amara. Why should we intervene?"

I walked over to the door, my grip tightening on my wand. I looked back at her, my green eyes meeting her dark ones. "Because," I said, pointing at the dead creature on our rug. "That thing broke into our room. It ruined our carpet. And it tried to kill you. A daughter of House Black…"

Bellatrix's expression shifted instantly. The boredom vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp flash of fury. Her eyes narrowed into slits, and her lips curled back from her teeth in a snarl. "You make a compelling point, daughter," she hissed. She raised her wand, the wood cracking with dark sparks. "It dared to raise a weapon against a Black. Against me." She stalked toward me, her bare feet silent on the floor, radiating a aura of menace. "Very well," she declared, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "I suppose I can make a violent exception this one time. Not for the Muggles. But to teach these wet, slimy abominations exactly where they stand on the food chain." She waved her wand, summoning her usual outfit from the bed. The clothes proceeded to magically dress themselves over her body. 

I grabbed the door handle and ripped it open.

The hallway was chaos.

Three more of the hideous mer-creatures were crouching over a body a few doors down—a crew member in a white uniform. 

At the sound of our door opening, their heads snapped toward us. Three pairs of yellow eyes locked onto me. They hissed, a wet, rattling sound, and raised their rusty spears.

"Reducto!" Bellatrix screamed from behind me, not hesitating for a second.

A bolt of blue light shot past my ear. It hit the lead creature square in the face. Its head didn't just explode, it vaporized, turning into a fine mist of purple blood and bone fragments. The body collapsed instantly.

The other two creatures screeched, recoiling from the blast.

I stepped out into the hall, raising my own wand. I felt the warmth of my fire magic coiling in my chest, eager to be let loose.

"Let's clear this deck," I said. Fire erupted from the tip of my wand. The filthy creatures screeched in agony as they boiled and melted under my intense flames.

As we proceeded down the hallway, killing the creatures and saving any shocked passenger or crew member we came across, I wondered how the titans were currently fairing?

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Name: Amara Black / Formerly Heather Potter-Black

Age: 19

Race: Succubus-Witch

Magical Power: Low-Arch Witch

System Spells, Talents and Magic Powers:

[Ritual Magic: Peak Performance!]You have performed an incredibly dark blood ritual—sacrificing the lives of three mortals to grant yourself the three boons of enhanced strength, enhanced senses, and enhanced recovery.

[Daughter of the Eternal Fire!] You are now completely immune to damage from all fire in existence. Holy fire, or even the hottest flames of the Nine Hells are open to you! All fire magics sing to your call!

[Sex Magic: Lewd Touch!] By making direct skin-to-skin contact with another being, you can channel dark mana into their body, gradually increasing their sexual arousal. Prolonged, continuous contact can even drive them to orgasm.

[Penguin Speech!] You can now talk to penguins!

[Metamorphmagus!] You now possess the power to alter your physical traits at will, although doing so will steadily drain your magical reserves. Transformations cannot be held indefinitely without sufficient magic.

[Shadow Travel!] You can now travel short distances through the realm of shadows.

Perks:

[Forbidden Darkness!] You are destined to live in the dark, and like the void itself you draw in all light around you. Those with hearts full of justice, those who live in the light will find themselves inexplicably drawn to you. They will find themselves hesitant to attack you. But only hesitating, if you cross their bottom lines this perk will not save you…

[Disciple of Dark Magic!] You can now learn dark magic 100x faster than you can learn light magic!

[Passionate Teacher!] Your teaching skills are automatically twice as effective, and their effectiveness increases exponentially the less clothing you wear when teaching someone magic!

[Mana Siphon!] You can now steal mana from people you have sex with for the first time. Stolen mana will be used to increase the size of your magical core. Theoretically, it can grow to infinite capacity!

[Daughter of a Succubus!] Your great-grandmother, or an even more distant ancestor, was secretly a succubus. That demonic bloodline has skipped multiple generations until it has awoken inside of you, granting you enhanced magical power and beauty far beyond what the average human could hope to achieve. Men and women alike will find you nearly irresistible when they gaze upon you.

[Blessed by Fire!] Fire magic is significantly easier for you to learn and master. You can even cast low-tier fire spells instinctively, without needing a wand.

[Soul-Bound Wand!] When you finally acquire your wand, it will be eternally soul-bound to you. Indestructible, and summonable to your hand at any moment!

Drawbacks:

[Major Sin of Lust!] You get aroused far easier than normal and stay aroused far longer. You will find it very hard to sexually satisfy yourself and will almost instinctively find yourself seeking out partners to fulfill your needs.

[Cursed Knowledge!] You have been cursed with the complete knowledge and memories of your past life—and all the existential crisis that comes along with them.

[Simmering Fury!] Your anger now simmers and lingers much longer than it would for anyone else. It becomes extremely difficult—nearly impossible—for you to forgive those who've wronged you.

Inventory: 

[Familiar Egg] - Currently in incubation. Will hatch as the host's most compatible familiar.

[Spare Clothes] - You have so many spare clothes! I think you are a hoarder… Or you just like fashion.

[Money!] - $14,870,578 in American Currency. 

[Minor health potion!] - A potion that will refill every three days, able to restore most common wounds. Cannot heal missing limbs, or cure diseases.

[Soul Bound Wand!] - A wand that cannot be destroyed and can be summoned to your hand instantly even if you lose it.

[Basic Handgun x4…] - 10 shots each. Do you really need this?

[Basic Assault Rifle x5…] - 30 shots each. Now I know you're just a hoarder…

[Frag Grenades x6!] - At least these are fun. These go boom when you pull the pin!