3 Starfire Realizes How Amazing Bradly Is

"Alright. Let's check out your bedroom," Bradley said, standing up, stuffing his cock in his underwear and not bothering to pull up his pants. He wouldn't be wearing them much from now on. "I'm going to be sleeping there - at least, when I'm not sleeping with Terra, or Megan." Or Starfire (Koriand'r), Supergirl (Kara Zor-El), or Batgirl (Cassandra Cain). He'd be fucking those girls, too. Really, there was no reason he could not fuck literally every heroine on the planet, and make them his servile bitches - even time was his plaything. He could have multiple bodies if he wanted. Regardless, he groped Raven's tits as she showed him to his bedroom, her head bowed and her cheeks flushed red with humiliation as they walked there. Her disgust at the feeling of his cum on her pussy was only driving her to ever-greater heights of lust.

Her bedroom was a very 'zen' affair. Pretty much just a mattress and a dresser, plus a dirty laundry hamper in the closet. "So... this is where I sleep..." she explained, feeling awkward. Her thighs idly rubbed against one another, her hands clasped in front of her pussy to hide her behavior. "I guess you'll be sleeping here too... I hope you don't snore."

That was disrespectful. Bradley tweaked her a bit - from now on, whenever she badmouthed him, she would immediately start spanking herself, harder and longer the more insulting she had been. Now he wouldn't even have to punish her - she'd do it herself. He decided she also wouldn't be able to masturbate unless she was complimenting him. A bit of operant conditioning would be good enough. "Your bedroom's pretty boring."

"Oh, and the homeless guy thinks he can insult me for that?" Raven responded with a sneer - and her hand immediately came down on her butt, making her jerk in surprise. "What the fuck?" She spanked herself again, and Bradley just grinned at the absurd show. "Are you doing this?"

"Nope," Bradley lied. "Looks like you're just an obscene pervert. I'm embarrassed for you." Her eyelid twitched, as she finished with her fifth spanking and leaned back up.

"You should be embarrassed for yourself," Raven replied, idly flicking at her clothes. "You're the loser who decided to go for me instead of the horny shapeshifting telepath or your fawning little blonde-goddammit!" She said, as she started to spank herself again. Bradley could only smile. The spankings were harsher and longer this time. "You know you still disgust me, right?" That counted as an insult, so her spankings got worse, and she started to wince from the self-abuse.

A bit stronger operant conditioning seemed good. The stick was fun, but she could use a bit of carrot, too. Whenever she complimented him, she would start rubbing her pussy - and only for as long as she kept insulting her. He also made it so that his mere presence was pretty much addictive to Raven. It wasn't anything about him. It was just her body. Being in his presence, touching him, smelling him, would give her a constant, pleasant buzz - and being away from him would cause unending withdrawal symptoms. Nobody would probably even notice her shitty mood as being unusual, given her shitty personality. He did let her up a little, though - thinking lustfully about him would mitigate the symptoms of withdrawal.

"Your bedroom's pretty raunchy," he said, glancing around the still totally normal bedroom, grinning with glee.

"Are you blind? This is the least raunchy bedroom in- fucking what the hell is this?!" She demanded, as she started spanking her ass again.

While her attention was focused on her butt, Bradley changed her bedroom completely. A bookshelf full of hardcore hentai, complete with the occasional handwritten note in the margins, from Raven's perspective. A few actually were 'rewritten' by Raven herself, the dialogue whited out and her own handwriting scrawled in, so the girl was being verbally abused by the man in ways that Bradley personally thought were sexy. Posters of guys who looked - no, actually, who were Bradley, he decided that he was now going to be a famous male model, and she had pictures of him in his underwear plastered all over. One even had his signature. The bed was now a heart-shaped pink thing that would look more in place at a Japanese love hotel. In the closet were several boxes of sex toys, all the kinds that Bradley liked best.

He walked over to it, picking up a notebook he materialized over it. It was all written in Raven's handwriting, and he started to read through it, even as Raven just looked around, baffled. "Box 1-A: Gags. 2x Ring. 1x Ball. Box 1-B: Animal (Face). 1x Nosehook. 1x Pig Ears. 1x Bunny Ears. 1x Dog Ears. 1x Cat Ears. Box 1-C: Animal (Body). 2x Furred Bikinis (White, Black). 1x Bunnygirl Suit. 3x Tail Buttplug (Long, Pig, Bunny). Wow, pretty hot stuff."

"What the- no, that's not mine!" She said, hurriedly rushing over. "Is this Starfire's or something?" She asked, out of genuine confusion.

"This is your handwriting, isn't it?" He showed her the notebook, and her gray skin paled as she saw it was. "Looks like a lot of fun."

"No... no, this isn't me..." she said, her voice failing her. She looked up at him, lost and needing some direction. On the other hand... leaving her like this, to try to figure out what the 'real her' liked (pretty much the stuff he liked, but as the submissive cocksucking bitch instead of as the dominant guy), while he went and fucked another one of her friends, was a certainly appealing concept.

"You know, this whole pretense thing is kind of exhausting," Bradley said. He idly added a computer to the room, sitting on the heart shaped bed, and gave it several long lewd novels that Raven had written or was currently writing, but had never published. A number fit into the category of, 'Girl writes novel about her somehow meeting and marrying the famous crush she expects to never meet,' with said crush being the male model that was Bradley Dixon. He leaned over to her, mashing his lips against hers, his tongue invading her mouth, his hand groping and mauling her still-sensitive ass, making her pant in pain at his touch. He made her come as they kissed, twitching in place as her thighs rubbed frantically against one another. Then he drew back from her, giving her ass a quick swat. "When you're ready to be honest with yourself, I'll come back," he said, before leaving her there.

He headed over to Starfire's room. As he arrived at the door, he realized they were actually in the same business, and had spoken on a few occasions - her in her civilian identity, as Kory Anders. That was a nice little perk of the recent alterations he'd made to reality. He knocked on the door, and who should answer but Starfire?

She had a pretty rocking good body, with long, flowing red hair, eyes that were nothing but luminescent sclera, and round tits and a firm ass. Even with his newly altered body, making him come in at 6'3", she came in an inch taller, at 6'4". "Bradley!" She said, with a smile. "It's good to see you! Come in!" She gestured him inside. "How are things at work?"

"Fine, fine," he said. Memories of the altered reality he'd created were easy to pluck free. "I got bothered by that Kimberly chick, the makeup girl? She's an uggo, though, so no interest. I told her so."

"Ah... that's really too bad! Was she bothersome, or did she just express her interest?"

"Expressing her interest is bothersome, when she's ugly," Bradley said, with a wave of his hand.

"I see... well, I hope you let her down easy!"

He remembered shitting on her verbally and making it clear he was obviously out of her league. In her league would be, like, a dead frog. Even in artificially constructed pasts, he was still an enormous, misogynistic asshole. "That's not really what I'm here to talk about, though, Kori," he said.

"Oh! What is?" Koriand'r asked, with bubbly curiosity.

"I'm curious how your relationship with Nightwing is going," he responded. "He's your boyfriend, right?"

"Ah! Yes. It's going quite well, thank you for asking! We have to work a lot, of course, but even that is time spent together, when you think about it!" She smiled brightly as she spoke, almost radiantly lighting up the room. "Just a week ago, we were able to find time for a long, romantic evening, which culminated in the two of us making love on his bed. He was so attentive, too!" She smiled without a hint of guile or shame - and Bradley hadn't started fucking with her head yet. She was just that kind of girl.

"Shame that he was such a quickshot he left you completely unsatisfied," Bradley said, rewriting reality so that his words were the truth.

"Yeah..." She sighed. "I couldn't bring myself to tell him! I pretended to come... but honestly, it was terrible, Bradley. I think it may have been the worse sex of my life. But, the rest of the date was so wonderful, and we can always work on those things later! He really is so caring. I think it's just the stress of the work, you know, it can make it hard to perform for human men."

"I don't think that's true, Kori. I've got a stressful job myself, being a model and all," Bradley said, "but I could easily disprove your theory."

"Well, it's different for different men," Kori said. "Some can't ejaculate, some ejaculate too quickly... it's something about how the human body processes sex? It's very unusual... I think it's something like, the sympathetic nervous system gets it going, and the parasympathetic system makes it stop? So if one of them's out of wack-"

Bradley interrupted her. "You're making it way too complicated, Kori. How about instead we make a video, where I show him how to pleasure you properly? That way, he won't fuck up again like he did this time, completely ruining your date." He adjusted reality as he spoke, making it so that Kori didn't see anything unusual about his words or suggestion.

"I wouldn't say ruined, the journey-" tweak "-yes, it really was a miserable ending to a night that had seemed so much better up until that point... in retrospect, all the good memories are cast in gray. I suppose educating him on the matter, would help. Thank you, Bradley. You're a good friend."

"Let's go to Raven's room. She told you that you could use her room for sex, right?"

"Oh! She did, indeed! She also has a camera, I think! That's such a good idea, Bradley," Koriand'r said, smiling as she went down the halls with him, heading to Raven's room.

Raven was staring at the contents of her (new) computer with wide-eyes, absolutely bewildered by what she was ready. Scene after scene, clearly in her own hand... but they portrayed a lewd, horny, depraved pervert who was desperate to get fucked by her celebrity crush, Bradley Dixon, AKA the asswipe who disgusted her... even if he also made her wet. The door opened, revealing Bradley and Koriand'r there. "Uh, hey? What are you doing?"

"We were planning to make love on your bed!" Koriand'r explained. "You did say we could, didn't you?"

"Uh..." Raven no longer trusted her own memory. At this point, the evidence in the room was completely ridiculous. M'gann was one of the most powerful psychics in the world. If this was somebody really powerful, surely the Justice League would have noticed or something? "Sure... I'll get out of your way..."

"No," Bradley said, making Raven stand stock still. "We need a camerawoman. You can do that," he said.

She would have denied it - but whenever Bradley felt like, he played with her head, and he did exactly that, sending her to her closet to collect a HD camera she hadn't realized was there. The SD card contained numerous videos of her masturbating while calling out Bradley's name, talking about how hot she was, et cetera - but she wasn't going to notice that for a while yet. Instead, she just set it to record, her hands moving with knowledge she really shouldn't have had, if she had honestly never seen the camera before.

"Hello, lover!" Starfire said, waving to the camera. "I'm sorry. Last week, at the end of that romantic evening, you totally failed to satisfy me. The kiss was lackluster, and your breath stank of garlic. Then, when you were touching me, your hands were all grabby, and not in a fun way. It was too rough, and not in the right places! Then you didn't even get all the way hard, and you came within thirty seconds. It completely ruined the whole date. I can't even remember it happily because of that! Please, pay attention to how Bradley does it!"

Raven's cheeks burned, but she kept recording. Bradley grinned at that. As far as Kori was concerned, this was totally a reasonable thing to say to her boyfriend. He decided to adjust Tamaranean culture, too: now, it was very important that a man be able to sexually perform in bed, and shameful to have a mate who was anything less than amazing. She'd only been grading on a "human" curve for Nightwing, but she was about to get Bradley... he couldn't help but smile even more wickedly at that point.

Bradley laid back on the bed, hands resting behind his head as he put his head on the cushioned headboard. Koriand'r started off by stripping for the camera and Bradley's viewing pleasure both, peeling her way out of her clothes as she worked. Raven panted heavily, moving around in a circle as her friend undressed. She felt disgusted that Bradley was making this happen in her room - and by extension, she felt a spiking lust. As Starfire peeled her way out of her 34F bra, something slinky and sleek, her breasts didn't fall at all, defying gravity thanks to her Tamaranean heritage.

When she slank her panties down, her ass wiggled back and forth, jiggling for Bradley's viewing pleasure, as her breasts swayed side to side for the recording's delight. Once she was naked, she sighed and stretched for a moment, limber and twisting one way, then the other. "Now, see how lovely sex where you can see properly can be?" She prompted the camera - Bradley had made it so Nightwing preferred sex in the dark, even though he was married to one of the hottest women on Earth. "For now, I'm going to simply satisfy Bradley," she said, ignoring the way this completely contradicted her earlier words about why she was doing this.

Raven didn't, but she just chalked up her confusion to her own weird mental state, as Koriand'r clambered onto the bed, taking one breast in either hand and simply gently wrapping them around Bradley's huge cock - half of it bounced free of her tits, and she started to gently kiss the tip to start things off, her alien eyes smoldering with lust as they looked up at him.

Bradley decided that while he had enjoyed Kori's confidence at first, he didn't really like it to be something she had any longer. He was a guy who liked girls confused, needy, pliant, like Raven and Terra. (He'd only half-assedly involved Megan - he'd come back and fuck her up harder later.) So he made it so that, as Kori's fingers grasped her breasts, mushing them around his cock, she started to feel anxious about her ability to perform. After all, Bradley was a famous male model. He had plenty of sex partners, including ones with much bigger tits. Her work on his cock got more active, her fingers really digging into her breasts as she worked, her tongue stretching out to tease and stimulate the tip of his cock as she looked up at him, hopefully, wanting to make him feel good.

That was more like it, in Bradley's view. He leaned back and watched, enjoying as she worked, and he idly toyed with Raven, making it so that she would unconsciously film the whole scene so that it was as hot as possible. She could figure out why on her own, he didn't really care at this point, he had a planet-level sex symbol with her tits wrapped around his cock, her tongue slithering against the tip of his cock.

"So, ahm," Kori said, popping her lips off his cock for a moment as she started to jerk his dick off with her tits more vigorously, her body pumping up and down. "As you can see... Bradley has an erection. He is fully erect, in fact," she explained, glancing at the camera. "Not like you." He made it so that she felt aroused from saying those words, and she squirmed momentarily in response, a hot pant escaping her throat as her eyelashes fluttered. "Yes... ahm, not like you at all... also, his cock is significantly larger, which is quite nice..." she added, her hips squirming a bit as she became more aroused.

He decided to add to that, making it so her breasts were more sensitive when it was him, specifically, touching them. Which meant his cock was extremely stimulating to the superheroine currently kneeling and kneading his cock. She panted in delight at the touch, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly. Raven, meanwhile, was growing ever more aroused, her disgust at this whole scene serving to put her in a fever pitch, the pleasant buzz that being around Bradley brought her making her even hornier - but she wasn't able to join in by masturbating. She wasn't complimenting him, after all.

"There's also, oh, the cock just feels so much better, in my tits," Kori breathed out, her eyelashes fluttering. "It's just... so nice... plus I can see, too! I can see the man, and what a handsome man he is, isn't he? You're not quite as good looking, of course, but..." she trailed off for a moment, considering just saying that he was far worse looking, to feed the tingle in between her thighs. "You're still plenty handsome! I can't see you in the dark! Why do you insist on that?"

"He's... he's probably concerned he can't measure up to Bradley," Raven said, quietly, trying to vibe off of Starfire - and the consequence was that her hand went to her cunt, making her pant in surprise at the touch, glancing down to find her hand there, playing with her pussy, rubbing at the slick and slimy semen he'd deposited down there, making her feel extra disgusted, which only fed into her arousal. "Bradley's so hot. He's fucking hung, too," she said, realizing that compliments let her masturbate. With her arousal so high, she had no choice but to keep going. "He fucks like a God. What other man could fuck your mouth, and you come?" She prompted.

Starfire nodded along, trusting Raven to handle the work of lewdly degrading Nightwing by implication, wrapping her lips around Bradley's cockhead as she continued to fuck her tits on his dick. Whenever Raven would say something about how Bradley was taller, or hotter, or had a bigger dick than Nightwing, Starfire would hum and nod along, agreeing completely with the words. At some point, it stopped even being about the truth, as Raven lost herself in lust, continuing to unconsciously perfectly record the whole thing, and started to say more absurd things, like, "Bradley is way nicer than Nightwing." Even that got Starfire mewling around his cock, her thighs rubbing against one another.

She wasn't yet at the verge of orgasm, though, which Bradley didn't mind... but he did mind the thought that Nightwing had made her come. That anybody else had made her come. He removed all her previous orgasms from her history, and they simply vanished in a heartbeat. Her behavior didn't change, as she kept sucking and grinding in place, saliva splashing out of her mouth as she rubbed her tits into his cock. She stared up at him, willing him to come in her mouth - and he decided to go whole hog.

This bitch was an alien, after all. The only one of her kind on this planet. He could turn her into whatever kind of sex freak he felt like, redesign her whole species for that purpose, and it'd be fine. He made it so that Tamaranean women mated for life with whatever man they first orgasmed with, but left Starfire unaware of this. He also made it so that her breasts swelled when she became sufficiently aroused, just like all women of her species - and as her breasts did balloon right in front of his eyes, to the woman in question's surprise, he came, spraying down the inside of her mouth with his tasty, thick cum. She just sighed and took it, closing her eyes and relaxing as she enjoyed the flavor, until at last she popped off his cock.

She swallowed his cum without hesitation. "That was, ahm, very good, Bradley," she said. "It's unfortunate that Nightwing was unable to manage to be that good," she added, squirming slightly.

"Yeah, but that's because, Bradley's, got such a big fat fucking dick," Raven gasped out, and Bradley let her come, as a reward for being a good girl who complimented him. The woman in question collapsed to her knees, but she kept the camera on the scene anyway. At that point, she realized that she was apparently really good at recording porn while masturbating, which made her doubts about her own sanity only intensify.

"I'm sorry, Bradley," Starfire said, panting softly as she pulled back from his cock. "But I'm quite aroused, and I think your talents in more penetrative sex would be well-applied to the task of... re-educating Nightwing, on how to please a woman... so even though I know you and Raven and Terra were waiting to take your relationship to that next-step, may I please request that you put your manhood in my sex?"

"I dunno..." Bradley teased, relishing the sense of domination as Starfire looked so needy in the moment.

"Fuck her," Raven breathed out, her voice husky, her arousal at such a fever pitch that she was willing to say that, despite still loathing and being disgusted by the man on the bed. "Fuck the bitch," she said, louder this time, animalistic.

"Oh my!" Starfire said. "Thank you, Raven. You are a good friend." Raven just gulped the saliva in her mouth, fingers straining in front of her pussy as she considered complimenting Bradley some more, just so she could get back to jilling off.

"What about Nightwing, though?" Bradley said, looking at Kori as she hesitated a moment. "It's one thing for your girl to give a titfuck to another guy. It's another for her to fuck him."

"Oh, whatever!" Starfire said. "He can't satisfy me, I just want to actually enjoy sex for once in my life, is that too much to ask?"

Bradley prepared to be put-upon, as the large-breasted alien sex symbol begged him to fuck her. He definitely enjoyed watching her squirm, the faint desperation in her expression, the neediness, the way that she wouldn't force him because she was a 'good person' and would never do things like that. Not that she could force him - but it was nice to know she'd never even think about it. At last, he sighed. "Fine, fine. For you, Kori," he said. "Ride me cowgirl," he added, and the woman moved to straddle him without hesitation, sliding her body up, perching her pussy just over his cock, teasing it for a moment with her slick sex - then she started to slide down his length, laboriously slowly, half-concerned about how she'd handle such an enormous cock in her tight cunt.

Any pretense that the sex wasn't for the purpose of pleasure was pretty much destroyed by this point, so his hands reached up for Starfire's large tits, groping them roughly. She just panted, enjoying herself, finding the touch pleasurable no matter what Bradley did to her, and she slid rapidly downward, simply swallowing his whole length into her cunt in a single exquisite second. Once she was in place, her hips rode his cock with more intensity as his fingers dug into her tits, lewd pants escaping her throat as her head cast back, long, tumbling red hair swaying around her body as she undulated in place and pumped on his cock.

"Raven," Bradley said, glancing over at his most confused brainwashing victim. "You should add some commentary for the video. Given how much of a sex obsessed pervert you are, you'll be perfect for the role." His cock throbbed inside of Starfire's cunt, as he saw the gears turn inside Raven's head. With only a light touch to her brain - and a heavy touch to her reality - Raven was now seriously considering such an obscene, cruel, self-debasing command as something that she might actually want.

"Very well," Raven said, with a small nod. "Grayson, this is your girlfriend, getting fucked by another guy," she told the camera. "All because you weren't able to properly satisfy her. Not like him, with his huge, fat cock, that makes women sing and moan," she explained, her breath getting heavier and heavier as she started to masturbate again. "That fat, wonderful cock, that feels so good inside you, as it stuffs you up, look at your girlfriend, her tits are bigger because he's groping them, that's how good she is." She was somewhat disgusted and outraged by Bradley fucking Starfire in this absurd context, but her focus in the moment was more on contriving excuses to compliment Bradley, purely to satisfy the lust that was growing in between her legs - she knew she couldn't actually stop him, anyway.

Bradley decided that he was enjoying Raven's commentary, but there was no reason Kori couldn't provide some of her own. He made it so that Koriand'r was deeply aroused by the idea of cheating on her boyfriend, and that she got off on humiliating and cuckolding the loser. Soon enough, that mouth of hers was running. "It's so much bigger than yours, lover," Starfire declared, as she pounded on Bradley's cock with wild abandon and plentiful quantities of raw lust. "So much harder. It stays hard, too, and it keeps going," she explained, panting as she pounded away, drawing close to an orgasm. Bradley didn't let her come, though. He held her on the edge, as her arousal climbed and she kept talking. "So hard. So delicious... even the cum is tasty, not like yours, which is salty and bitter."

"And what do you think of the man it's attached to?" Bradley said, giving her tits a sharp squeeze to emphasize the question. She let out a lewd pant, then nodded along with the question.

"He's handsome, and strong, and so much more interesting and appealing than you, and he'd make a far, far, better, boyfriend!"

She was cut off as he spoke. "Good girl," he said, and he made her come at that point, an orgasm rushing through her body as she spasmed atop him, her cunt squeezing on his dick as she simply slammed down. All that fuckery he'd done to her entire species culminated in this moment, as the hot model that he had jacked off to a few times in his day came on his cock and mewled in pleasure. Her mind was being rewritten - she was no longer capable of finding anyone sexually appealing except him. "Maybe I will let you be my girlfriend," he said, squeezing her tits again, and she just nodded in response, too lost in her own pleasure to do anything else. "Was that the first time you ever came?"

"Yuh, yes," she panted out. "Ah... it's much better than I would have thought," she explained, gathering herself and starting to fuck herself on his cock again, her tight cunt squeezing around his cock as she moved, panting heavily as she did so. "You're - X'hal, you're so much more attractive than Nightwing," she breathed. "I can barely even think of him sexually, not compared to you." She leaned forward towards him, her lips meeting his, her tongue invading his mouth as his hands moved from her tits to her ass, groping. "He's a better kisser than you, too," she said, glancing over at the camera. "Better in every way..." she added, rubbing and grinding her clit against his pelvis.

"Harder," he told her, spanking her sharply, and she started to pound her cunt up and down his cock, using her flight power to be intense with it. He tweaked reality again, deciding that Nightwing was the sort of confident asshole he hated to be happy. The guy was currently in his room, eating a bit of food while relaxing after a workout and watching TV. Suddenly, the camera was connected to his TV, and thanks to Bradley's power, the loser had to watch - and get aroused - as Bradley fucked his girlfriend and Starfire panted atop him. "Tell the camera who you think is more attractive," he ordered Starfire with a spanking.

"I think you're more attractive!" She said. "X'hal, you're so handsome, your cock is so hard, you're so much more buff and appealing than him, you're taller, too, it's so wonderful, ahmn, he's just a pathetic manlet with a tiny cock compared to you, I only want to think about him to degrade him, it's getting, me, off," she was getting frantic with her words, now, but she couldn't come unless Bradley let her.

"You're one hot piece of ass yourself, slut," he said, and she experienced an even more intense orgasm in response to that, her eyes peeling back as her cunt squeezed hard around his cock. He sighed at the sensations of her pussy around his dick, leaning back in the bed and just relaxing in place for a moment, continuing to grope her sculpted ass. He gave it a sharp slap. "Back to fucking me, bitch," he ordered her, and she did so without hesitation, not even feeling particularly degraded from his treatment, being too busy getting lost in the moment.

Her mouth only spoke to degrade Nightwing, making the man in question squirm in place as he was forced to watch, his arousal climbing as Bradley quietly transformed him into a pathetic cuckold who would get off on Bradley fucking his girlfriend. Bradley only spoke to either tell her to do something - to fuck him harder, faster, to squeeze on his cunt - or to call her names. Very occasionally, when she was sufficiently intense with how she rammed her cunt on his cock, when she was being driven to a fever-pitch by sexual need, he would offer her a compliment - call her sexy or desirable. She'd come, then, spasming on his cock as her eyes rolled around in her head.

Eventually, he came in her cunt with a sigh, fingers digging into her ass cheeks as he found release. When he was done, he laid down on the bed, admiring the sweaty mess he'd turned Starfire into, her desperate breathing, her long red hair turned into a tangled, sticky, dark mess, from all the sweat she'd worked up. Raven continued to offer compliments, under her breath more to let Starfire and him talk than out of shame - he could still catch them, without cheating, as she said that his cock was amazing, his cock was so good, he was hot, just so that she could continue masturbating.

"Well, good show," Bradley said, giving Starfire one slap on the ass. "You should put what you learned to work with your boyfriend," he told her, and she blankly nodded, gently rising off his cock, relying more on an unsteady flight as she drunkenly swayed out of the room. He watched her in his mind's eye, rock hard as he adjusted Nightwing so that little cuck could no longer get hard or even aroused, unless it was to Bradley fucking Starfire while Starfire insulted him. Assholes like that, who were popular with women, always pissed him off. He deserved to get turned into a complete sexual loser.

When Starfire arrived in his bedroom, she saw Nightwing with his cock out, jerking it to the feed of him fucking his girlfriend. Rather than feeling love or at least compassion, like she would have ordinarily, she just felt intense physical disgust. It was as if she was completely incapable of seeing him as a sexual being - as if he was just her brother or her dad. Her nose crinkled as she tilted her head up to hide him from her sight. "You're disgusting," she said, more on instinct than with any real thought, and immediately shut the door behind her, flying back towards Raven's bedroom.

"Something wrong?" Bradley asked, pretending he wasn't the only person responsible for the current situation.

"Richard is completely unappealing. He's... disgusting. Ugly. Nothing, compared to you. Can I be your girlfriend, like Raven and Terra, instead?"

"Ah, Raven's not my girlfriend," Bradley responded. "She's just a dirty pervert I order around and humiliate out of the kindness of my heart, because I know she gets off on it." Inside, Raven was angry - outside, she kept her muttered compliments to Bradley, even if her expression got more steamed. "Plus, she hasn't even asked me out yet, even though she's totally head over heels for me."

"I see. May I be your girlfriend like Terra, then?"

He enjoyed the single-mindedness Starfire was bringing to bear. "Only if you bring me another slut to fuck, one I haven't screwed yet. Then maybe I'll let you be my side piece."

"That's a bit-" Starfire was annoyed at that. He hadn't fucked with her head enough that she would go along with it, so he promptly did. "Of a great idea! I certainly know people who would love to get fucked by you!"

"Yeah, every female. I'm only interested in capes, though. No normal girls. I could fuck any of those and do whatever I wanted to them."

"Ah, that does make it more difficult," Starfire said. "Still! I'll go find someone," she said, collecting her clothes and quickly getting dressed. She headed off, leaving Bradley alone with Raven, who stared at him with naked lust, total loathing, and a hand full of pussy as her mouth kept singing his praises.

"Where are your panties? I want to wipe my dick off," he told Raven.

"You came on all my cumrags," Raven said, her disgust at the memory sending her lust spiking.

"Oh, right." He stood up, grabbing Raven by the head, making her squeak as he just forced her to her knees. Not to suck his cock, no - he used her hair to wipe it off, just smearing the mix of his and Starfire's juices into Raven's hair as the girl squirmed in humiliation. Her disgust at the act just inflamed her lust still further, and she started muttering again so she could masturbate, singing his praises. Seeing the haughty bitch forced to degrade herself like this was definitely a huge turn-on. "Anyway, I'll fuck you if you ask me out and convince me to make a crazy pervert like you into my girlfriend - otherwise, you can jill off alone in your perv fortress for all I care," he said, acting like he hadn't been the one to make the perv fortress for her.

As he left, he idly altered her bedroom again, making it so the text of her hentai and own writing on her computer would include phrases from her dirty talk. Just to really make her feel crazy.