Thread: Why you should fear the dark (darkest_fate/Flassche)

RE Why you should fear the dark Ugh, that look, Barbara had seen that look before. She'd always been naturally pretty, and puberty had graced her well. True, she didn't have quite the voluptuous body of many of her cohorts. Even some of her fellow Teen Titans were better endowed than Barbara's modest bust. But she had that lean look that so many favored, some even preferring it to the busty alternative. Now Barbara felt to keep her breath steady, to prevent trembles from happening. Despite her best efforts, little goosebumps would appear on her flesh. Cold was a new sensation, though she'd adapt quickly. Then his hand played with Batgirl's nipple. She hissed, trying to turn it into a swallow, sucking down more of her own spit. The little comment caused a flutter of anger, reminding her of precisely what she'd just been thinking. he already had her captive, gagged, and half stripped, now he had to make comments about how small her chest was? Clearly he actually wanted her to hate him as much as he hated her, which really only made Barbara pity him. That pity even stayed as he listed a safe code, and Barbara wondered if he'd ever even had a woman prior to this. Probably, she told herself he was handsome and it was entirely likely that he'd practiced, figuring that he'd have Batgirl like this some day. Batgirl shifted, trying to get into a better position. But he'd torn at her uniform, parting more of her body, more modest, perky breasts, more washboard abs, more of her bared sex, even her thighs velvet smooth skin wrapped around hard muscle. Soon an object appeared between her legs, its head pressing against the thin slit. Barbara recognized it almost immediately and had to fight against a groan. She again turned it into a swallow. Soon she'd have too many fronts, and Damien knew it. Barbara already made the mental decision to start drooling before she showed any signs of pleasure. Better that than the alternative. The manual, and the last, oh, that last sounded almost painful. Barbara had gotten a vibrator before. Nearly every superheroine she'd ever met had one and they sometimes talked. From what Barbara heard, Wonder Woman still had Bruce tucked away somewhere. Still, this had never been part of Barbara's play. Hell, she'd only had one man between her legs, and he was gone now. So when the vibration started she couldn't help but let out a small noise. She soon fought it down. Damn, this would be a lot easier if it didn't actually feel good she thought, pinching her eyes shut for a moment. It had been ages since Barbara had taken care of her personal needs. She'd been too busy being Batgirl to tend to such petty matters. It had been even longer since, since she'd had a real lover between her legs. Still, she had training, oodles of it. There were a few strained seconds, but soon after, Barbara's breathing was steady. At this setting, she could even still keep her drool in her mouth. She sucked deep and stared defiantly at the camera. It was a challenge Damien would have to try a hell of a lot harder than this if he expected to even make a dent in Batgirl's willpower. She wasn't even stressing this. The vibration almost made her relax, as though it were a massage wand instead of a pleasure toy. Yeah, Batgirl could do this all evening.