Reborn as Raven in Dc... But as a Futa?

Chapter 22

The moon hung heavy over Gotham City, casting its silvery glow over the darkened streets and narrow alleys. Perched atop a skyscraper, Batgirl scanned the city below, her sharp eyes darting back and forth in search of trouble. The night was oddly still, far too quiet for a city that thrummed with life and danger. Her instincts were on edge, and she tightened her grip on her baton, feeling the reassuring weight of the weapon.

Tonight, however, there was a darkness lingering far beyond the ordinary. Something felt off, and Batgirl, always in tune with the pulse of Gotham, couldn't quite place the source of her unease. Then she saw it—a figure standing at the edge of a rooftop across the street, hidden in the shadows. The silhouette was unmistakable. Raven.

Barbara's brows furrowed as she studied the shape of the sorceress, who seemed to be staring straight back at her. There was something predatory about the way Raven watched, like a panther surveying its prey. The young hero's heart pounded as she leaped across the rooftops, closing the distance between them. She knew of the existence of Teen Titans but their jurisdiction wasn't in Gotham except of they were helping Nightwing with a case here, but still...

"Raven," Batgirl called out, her voice firm as she landed with a roll on the rooftop beside her. "What are you doing here?"

Raven turned slowly, her eyes glinting in the darkness. She wore a faint smile that sent a shiver down Barbara's spine—a smile that spoke of knowing, of power, and of something darker. Her body was wrapped in a shadowy cloak, the fabric rippling around her as though alive, hinting at the latent energy just beneath its surface. Beneath that cloak, Batgirl could see the subtle sway of Raven's large cock beneath her long loincloth, moving sensually as if it had a life of its own.

"Gotham... is such a fascinating city, don't you think?" Raven's voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, a contrast to the tense night air around them. "Filled with darkness, secrets, and... opportunities."

'And a land filled with crazed psychos who have their PhDs to enhance their creativity in villainy. I am competing against people with experience, money, thugs, connection and education on their belts. It's already getting exciting.' Raven thought as her eyes shown with excitement in the dark, given her a villain vibe from Batgirl's perspective.

Batgirl kept her expression stern, though Raven's presence made her skin tingle with an unfamiliar heat. "If you're looking for trouble, Raven, you've come to the wrong place."

'Why do I feel like I should start attacking her immediately then ask questions later?' Batgirl's instincts kept screaming at her. After years spent with the outstanding denizens of Gotham, she could only feel something bad was going to happen. 

"Scratch that, you're in the right place, but this city isn't your jurisdiction." Batgirl said, trying to probe as she got closer.

Raven also stepped closer, the sound of her boots soft against the concrete as her shadow seemed to stretch and merge with the darkness around them. "Oh, Barbara... I'm not looking for trouble. I'm here to offer you something... something you didn't even know you desired."

'One step at a time to the one who fucks bats. I need to get him out of the equation as quickly as possible or risk my plans falling apart.' Raven thought, steeling herself.

Barbara's eyes widened in shock, her heart skipping a beat. 'How does she... know my name?' she thought, panic briefly flashing through her. Raven had never met her as Barbara Gordon—only as Batgirl. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of how the sorceress could have pierced the veil of her secret identity so easily.

"What are you talking about?" she managed to say, her voice sharper now, trying to regain her composure.

Raven didn't answer right away. Instead, she let the silence thicken, walking a slow circle around Batgirl, her presence heavy and intimate, as if her aura was wrapping around Barbara like a lover's caress. And there, in the moonlight, Barbara's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and dread, her body suddenly hyper-aware of how close Raven was.

The sorceress's voice dropped to a low whisper, her words a tantalising brush against Barbara's ear. "What if I told you... that you could have power beyond your wildest dreams? A freedom... unlike any you've ever known?"

Barbara tried to shake off the influence of Raven's words, but she could feel them digging into her like claws. "I don't need your... power games," she said, her voice wavering only slightly. "I'm here to protect Gotham. To keep the city safe."

Raven chuckled softly, the sound like velvet sliding over steel. "Oh, but you do need it, Barbara. The power to be more than just the shadow of the Bat. The power to find pleasure... in submission. To become something more... than yourself."

Batgirl's grip tightened on her baton as she felt a rush of anger—anger at Raven's arrogance, and anger at the way her own body was reacting to the dark sorceress's presence. "You're not going to get inside my head, Raven," Barbara snapped, trying to sound confident, though uncertainty gnawed at her resolve.

Raven's smile widened as she took another step closer, her cock swaying tantalisingly beneath her cloak. "I already have, Barbara, hahaha. You're curious, aren't you? About what it would feel like... to let go. To submit to me."

"Stop it," Barbara hissed, taking a defensive stance. But even as she spoke, a shiver ran through her, the allure of Raven's words and the sight of her large member beginning to chip away at her defences. Her mind, however, kept circling back to that one thought: 'How does she know my name?'

Raven extended a hand, dark energy crackling at her fingertips. "I could take you right here, make you mine. But I want you to choose, Batgirl. Choose to fall... to me."

For a moment, Barbara faltered, caught between the duty to resist and the overwhelming desire that Raven was stirring within her. Her gaze flickered to the swaying bulge beneath Raven's loincloth, and her breath hitched. She felt her own body responding against her will, her heart pounding, skin flushing with heat.

Batgirl struck at Raven only to hit open air but Raven would spin a little causing her cock to swing and slap Batgirl's tight ass for attack. Batgirl breathed heavily at that but controlled herself and attack from above with a jump but Raven dodged again and let Batgirl, who landed in a crouching position feel her cock pressing against her face through her loincloth, giving her good whiff.

Batgirl tried smoke bombs and different approaches but Batgirl would be spanked or teased with Raven's member that was concealed behind her loincloth.

'She's… she's toying with me… with her… ugh!' Batgirl's mind was muddled never in her life did she think she would be losing to an actual cock. Raven didn't even touch her personally but then…

Raven noticed, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "You see? You can't resist what you truly want. Deep down, you crave... the touch of the Futa Goddess."

Batgirl's mind swirled, conflicting thoughts battling for dominance. She wanted to fight, to scream, to deny this dark force invading her senses. But as Raven closed the distance between them, as she felt the heat of the sorceress's body against hers, the dam inside her broke.

"I..." Barbara stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I don't..."

"You do," Raven purred, her breath hot against Batgirl's ear as she leaned in. "Let go, Barbara. Let yourself fall..."

In that moment, the last of Batgirl's resistance crumbled. Her baton slipped from her grip, clattering to the ground. With a soft gasp, she sank to her knees before Raven, her body trembling with a mix of fear, excitement, and surrender.

'Fuck! I just want something scratch that itch now and she has been teasing on purpose all this time, riling me up. Just once can't hurt right? I mean she's a hero who is pent up and heroes have needs right?' Barbara tried to make up situations in her mind to justify her fall to desire as she waited for Raven to take control by showing her submissive side.

Raven's smile was wicked as she looked down at the kneeling hero. "Good girl," she murmured, reaching down to caress Barbara's cheek with a gentle hand. "Now... show me how a bat submits to her goddess."

Batgirl's eyes glazed over as she looked up at Raven, her mouth parting in a silent plea. She felt Raven's cock brushing against her lips, the scent of the sorceress filling her senses, drowning her in a haze of lust and submission.

"Open wide, Barbara," Raven commanded softly. "It's time for you to embrace your new place... beneath me."

Barbara obeyed, her mouth opening, and Raven slid inside, a satisfied groan escaping her as she felt the warm, wet heat enveloping her length. As Batgirl began to suck, slowly at first, then more eagerly, Raven's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements.

 Raven keeps calling these Heroes by their names to fuck with them mentally first, just to break down a few walls first, had she not Batgirl would have attacked immediately, not that it mattered but with Raven's alluring words and her toying with her later all led to this. All that was just to chip away at the mental defenses, because if there is one thing the bat family is known for, it's their mental fortitude and they take their secret identity very seriously at least in all the animated movies and series I have seen, I barely read the comics. Also, she doesn't have a pheromone effect like Poison Ivy... yet. 

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