Raven cut her off, voice sharp. "You didn't kill him, did you?"
Kyla-el shook her head. "No, you said he was a necessary existence. But… why?"
Before Raven could answer, a boom tube erupted to life beside the throne. From its depths emerged an alien chair, floating above the stone floor. A mysterious figure reclined upon it, his eyes gleaming with secrets.
"Yes, and how do you know that?" the stranger asked, a smile curling on his lips.
Without so much as a warning, Diana appeared before the man sitting leisurely on the ominous-looking chair that floated brazenly beside her goddess's throne. Her sword was already upon the intruder before anyone had even realized he was there, steel glinting as it cut through the air. But instead of meeting flesh or bone, her blade met an invisible wall—a force so absolute and sudden that the impact echoed through the entire chamber. A sharp, metallic clang resounded seconds after the strike, evidence of how swiftly Diana had acted.
The man, unfazed, didn't so much as flinch. Instead, he kept his eyes half-lidded, a lazy smile on his lips, his posture one of complete confidence.
"No questions? No, 'How did you get here?' No 'How did I cross your space?' Not even a single gasp of surprise at my unannounced presence." The man on the chair mused, his tone one of mild amusement as he gazed at the assembled goddesses before him.
"You bunch really are new gods," he said, the words hanging in the air like a subtle insult, a provocation that begged a response.
Raven sat upon her throne, her posture regal, eyes narrowed. She watched every movement, every twitch of the man's lips, every lazy blink. But even as she did, her focus was split. Starfire, her devoted lover and worshiper, was on her knees between Raven's powerful thighs, her lips wrapped delicately around Raven's cock. The goddess's hand rested on Starfire's flaming red hair, her touch both affectionate and possessive, fingers flexing with each gentle motion of Starfire's mouth. Pleasure and power mingled in Raven's expression, though her attention was now fixed on the intruder.
Raven bit her lip, searching her memories. This person… she'd seen pictures of him before or to be more precise, the chair he sat on, the chair whispered in the annals of comic lore and scattered throughout the pages of her previous life, even though she'd never considered herself a true comic nerd. The chair was the giveaway. It was iconic—a seat that meant power, knowledge, and danger. 'Mobius Chair…' she murmured internally. But she said nothing aloud, allowing the scene to play out.
Kyla-el, hovering behind the throne with fists clenched and eyes narrowed, was ready to attack. She was the powerhouse here, the Kryptonian hammer, the bulwark. But Raven's subtle gesture—a lift of her slender hand—was enough to stop her in her tracks. The goddess's message was clear: "Stand down, not yet." Kyla-el obeyed, though her muscles remained taut, ready to spring at the slightest sign of threat.
The man remained relaxed, almost bored. "No questions? Really?" he repeated, eyes lingering on Diana's sword, which was still pressed uselessly against his barrier. "How did I come here undetected? How did I pass through your domain? It's not every day that I visit someone who claims dominion over Mogo, after all."
Diana did not respond, simply letting her sword drop away with a sharp huff, her dark hair falling over her shoulders. She kept her eyes on him, searching for any sign of weakness.
Starfire, oblivious to the tension, continued her loving worship of Raven, her lips and tongue devoted, her eyes shining with adoration. Raven let her head fall back, a shuddering moan escaping her lips as Starfire's ministrations grew even more passionate.
"What brings you here?" Raven finally managed, her voice both sultry and sharp, a low moan slipping out at the end of her question. Her pleasure was real, but so was her curiosity. She had stepped into the big leagues now, and making enemies with someone of this magnitude could spell disaster. Every move, every word, was now a chess piece on a cosmic board.
The man only chuckled, crossing his legs as he floated just above the ground. "I asked you a question first," he said, his voice laced with an almost mocking civility. "Etiquette amongst new gods such as ourselves dictates that you answer mine, or are you some brute who punched her way up here?" There was a faint glimmer in his eye, a dare, as though he expected Raven to rise to the bait.
The silence stretched. Raven's gaze hardened. Kyla-el tensed, and even Diana took a step closer to the throne.
Starfire, meanwhile, brought her hands to Raven's hips, her tongue explored Raven's balls hungrily, leaving Ravens cock atop her head. Raven's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared her climax.
The man was studying her, trying to unravel the mystery that was Raven. He was powerful, yes, but there was something desperate in the way his eyes searched her—hungry for knowledge, for understanding. Raven could feel his mind brushing against hers, probing, searching, but never finding purchase. It was as though she were made of smoke and shadows, ungraspable.
The man's lips twisted in frustration. 'The fact that I don't know anything about her, despite her being a new god and influencing the fates of the others around her to become new gods as well is beyond me. This isn't normal. I have to know.' His thoughts spilled over in the psychic tension of the room, felt by all present, but only Raven could somewhat tell what he was thinking, which was a first as she could easily read minds long before now.
But Raven only moaned louder, Starfire's pace growing relentless. With a final gasp, Raven climaxed, her hand fisting in Starfire's hair as she threw her head back, hips bucking. Starfire, caught in the throes of her goddess's pleasure, moaned softly, swallowing every drop, licking Raven clean with tender, reverent affection.
It was at that moment that the man lost his composure. His forcefield, so perfect before, faltered. A glob of Raven's cum arced through the air, catching him full in the face and coating his chair in streaks of white. The sound of Diana and Kyla-el's laughter—low, shocked, delighted—rippled through the chamber. Even Raven grinned, the corner of her lips twitching with dark amusement.
The man wiped the fluid away with a single motion, his expression caught somewhere between annoyance and awe.
'Impressive,' Raven thought. 'He can resist my pheromones. He hasn't gotten hard once, and his mind is still clear. I have to be careful with this one." His eyes flicked over to Raven, recognition blooming in their depths.
Diana folded her arms, smirking. "Aww… the color matched your blue," she teased, her tone playful but wary.
The man shrugged, as if embarrassed but too proud to admit it. "I did intrude without invitation, anyway." His gaze softened. "You may call me Metron, the eternal seeker of knowledge. Wielder of the Mobius Chair. A new god, like yourselves."
A hush fell over the chamber. The name was enough to command respect—and fear.
Raven rose from her throne, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Starfire, always attentive, licked her lips and helped Raven dress, gently tucking Raven's length back into her loincloth before standing behind her protectively.
'Is he here to swear loyalty?' Diana wondered, eyeing Metron with suspicion. 'Or does he have some other purpose?'
Kyla-el floated closer, thinking, her crimson cape billowing, ready to strike at a moment's notice. 'No. If that were the case, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to piss Raven off. For him to pull this act, this means he's confident enough to face Raven—and also escape unscathed if need be. The really powerful people are coming out now.'
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