Valentine's Day update

Raven and Kon giggled softly, Kon at the unbelievable lines he tried on Raven, Raven because she kinda liked them anyway. They laid on the bed, still hot and damp from the sex. Kon cupped Raven’s pert little ass, testing how plump the soft flesh was with squeeze after squeeze. 

“You’re really lucky to have me, you know that?” he asked, reaching down to the ground and trying to use his tactile telekinesis through the shag carpet, to move the half-empty wine cooler over to the bed. 

Raven, showing off, used her magic to pull a pack of cigarettes from her purse. It was obvious she wanted a smoke before they got too involved for her to enjoy it.

The bottle was close enough for Kon to lunge for it, reaching it with a long arm so he didn’t have to get out of bed. He pulled himself back onto the mattress and then dropped down on top of Raven, her giggling as they tangled together. His free hand slipped quickly between her legs, feeling the slit between her thighs, as perfect a jewel as the gem centered on her forehead.

“Crazy how your feet are so cold, but the closer I get to this pussy, the more you warm up,” he muttered in her ear. “You’re gonna get it now. Waving that ass in my face all the time—all those convenient gusts of wind moving your cape out of the way. I don’t think you even want to go out on a date tonight. I think you just want to stay in and luxuriate in my manliness.”

“If I luxuriate much more in your manliness, something’s going to get stained,” Raven quipped. “And why would I want to go out? I hate people.”

“Really?” Kon teased. “It didn’t feel like you hated me a minute ago.”

Raven pulled an extra-long cigarette from the pack. “Try to get between me and my nicotine prescription again, it’ll feel that way.” She held the cigarette between her lips, dangling down her chin, the filter already smeared with her lipstick. “C’mon, Superboy, light me. What, do you think I’m some kind of feminist after what I let you just do to me?”

Kon’s pupils glowed red. A moment later, the tip of the cigarette burst into flame. Smiling, Raven took a deep drag. She waggled her hips so that her ass touched Kon’s manhood, barely separated from her by a fold of the bedsheet. “Thank you, Conner.”

“Anything for you, Rae.” His hands slipped along her svelte thighs, finding their way to her pussy again, and making soft, teasing contact with the arousal he’d instilled in her the last time.

“You’re not even going to let me finish my cigarette?” Raven asked him. “I just started it!”

“You’ll stub it out soon enough,” Kon promised, slowly teasing her slit with fleeting touches up and down its length. 

He felt Raven’s thighs press together tightly, full of the heat that gathered close to her sex, and he kept massaging her bunched up thighs. The damp, sensitive flesh quivered under his rubbing fingers—parting—letting him find the softness of her pubic thatch and the wetness of her trembling mons…

“Oooh—AZAR, you have soft hands! How can you punch so many people with hands that soft?” Raven asked, moaning.

“Don’t know. Maybe I should give that fat ass a spanking and see if we can find out.”

“My ass is small!” Raven protested.

“Small and fat.” Kon breathed hoarsely. “Put out the cancer stick, babe. You know you want to do this just as bad as I do. Come on. Admit it. I’ve got you going, don’t I?”

Raven only answer was to suck in on her cigarette, sigh the smoke back out. She couldn’t admit to it, but Kon had felt the tensely corded muscles in her thighs, the quiver as they longed to wrap around his pistoning hip.

He started to cup her pussy, but then she was all over him, her pert breasts crushed into his face. It was all Kon could do to keep his fingers at Raven’s pussy while she thrashed on top of him, moaning around her bobbing cigarette.

“Shit, Kon. Oh fuck. Take me, screw me! Make me come before I’m done with my cigarette, baby. It’ll be worse on my lungs if I have to light another one post-coital.”

“Okay, babe. Okay, I’ll save your lungs.” Kon pulled his fingers away from Raven’s heated cunt and got on top of her. The sheets were all tangled up, wet and blocking them off from each other. Raven whooped happily when he ripped them apart to get to her.

“It’s your bed, motherfucker,” she muttered around the cigarette.

Kon looked down at the vee of Raven’s pubis, that sleek little opening he’d been obsessed with since the first time he’d seen her costume and figured out it was all bikini area. And Raven knew just how to spread herself, make her sex look even better without the fetishistic costume in the way. His cock throbbed needfully. He was so going to enjoy this…

Raven exhaled smoke up to his leering face. “Come on, Kon, just because we’re taking a day off doesn’t mean I have all day. Fuck me, okay? Fuck me now, now!”

Kon reached down and skinned his cock with his hand. It didn’t need to get any harder, but he shucked the foreskin back from his cockhead anyway. Letting the knob jump out with its bright red tip, its big broad veins pulsing along the length of his shaft. He was proud of it. He’d seen a lot of dicks trying to master his X-ray vision and he was sure this could stand up to any of them.

“Here it is, Rae… Daddy’s got something for you.”

Raven sucked filter. “I thought it was Valentine’s Day, not Father’s Day.”

“Maybe it’ll be both. I don’t know about you, but I’m not using protection.”

“Don’t even joke.”

“Relax. You know I’m going to eff you in the ass.”

Kon came down on Raven’s trembling body, crushing the beaded sweat on his flushed skin into her pale flesh. Raven clenched her teeth on the cigarette, clutched her boyfriend tightly with both arms and legs as if she were going to squeeze every last bit of his lust into her own body. He ran his hands under her body, to her churning buttocks, lifting her ass up so that his thrusting cock had a straight shot into her pussy, her womb. She seemed to be flooded with wetness as his prick opened up the folds of her warm pussy and slid lewdly into her.

Raven’s hips screwed up to Kon’s loins, moving against him more and more desperately. The cigarette nearly shook its way out of her lips while she implored him with little grunts and gasps to be harder, faster, to give her more—she knew he had it.

“Gggghhhh!” she groaned as the full length of Kon’s prick traveled into her tender depths, reaming her out so hard she felt it in her clenched thighs.

“Shit, Rae, you feel so good!” Kon grunted, feeling his cock strike where she was too narrow for him to go any further. 

Raven’s ass jerked up to him, taking the electric impact, and her closing legs ground hard against the small of his back, drawing him even deeper between her thighs. Her slit wrapped snugly around the base of his member, and her inner folds felt just as tight, all the way down to the mouth of her womb.