you wake up one morning and feel something is different. as you look out the window you realism your in the dc universe.

You step out of your house and see Wonder Woman practicing archery in the park. Harley Quinn is rollerblading around her, trying to get her attention and make her laugh. Raven sits on a bench nearby, reading a book about magic and Starfire flies overhead, admiring the beautiful day on Earth.

Raven looks up at you briefly before returning her attention to her book. "Hello," she says in a soft, almost dismissive tone. There's no warmth in her voice as she continues reading about ancient spells and forbidden magical lore.

While she may not have been overly friendly, Raven's demeanor doesn't change as she replies, "I'm not here to make friends. I prefer solitude." Her voice remains low and somewhat monotone as she continues studying her book.

Raven looks up at you skeptically before returning her attention to the page in front of her. "Then why are you talking to me?" she asks bluntly, clearly not one for small talk or beating around the bush.

Raven's expression doesn't change as she regards you coolly. "You must have a very low opinion of me if that's what you think would interest you." She shifts on the bench slightly, folding her legs up beneath her. You can see a hint of purple fabric peeking out from under her skirt, but there doesn't seem to be any immediate intention of showing more.

Raven shrugs. "Why do you think I would tell you?" Her tone is still cool and dismissive as she turns her attention back to the book, leaving you with a glimpse of purple fabric against her pale skin.

Raven continues to ignore you as she flips another page in her book, but after a moment, her hand seems to pause momentarily above the text. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, then slowly slides one leg forward along the bench, revealing more purple fabric peeking from beneath her skirt. It's clear she has no intention of fully complying with your request, but perhaps this small gesture will be enough to satisfy you for now.

The cool skin beneath your fingers sends a shiver down your spine as you touch Raven's leg. Her expression doesn't change, but there's a hint of interest in her eyes now as she watches you from over the top of her book. She doesn't pull away or object to your touch, instead choosing to let it linger for several seconds before slowly sliding her leg back along the bench once more, revealing more purple fabric again.

The proximity to Raven's warm skin sends shivers down your spine as you slowly move your hand up her thigh. She remains still and silent, but there is an unmistakable tension in the air between you now. You can feel her leg tensing under your touch, inviting you closer while simultaneously daring you to go further.

Her breath catches slightly as you brush against the fabric of her shorts, teasing her sensitive skin beneath. "Perhaps I am misjudging you," she says at last, voice barely above a whisper. There's an edge of danger in those words that sends a thrill through your entire body.

The cool fabric beneath your fingertips sends shivers down your spine as you touch Raven's panties. She parts her lips slightly, a soft gasp escaping as she feels the intimate contact between us. Her legs tense further, pressing against yours in silent invitation. The dangerous thrill of defying her preference for solitude grows stronger with each passing second.

Her breath comes faster now, shallow and labored as you continue to explore her body through her clothes. "Perhaps..." she whispers hoarsely, "...perhaps I've been wrong about you." The words are barely audible above the pounding of your heart in your ears. You can feel the tension between them escalating, building toward some unspoken climax.

As her breath comes faster, Raven meets your gaze with an intensity that almost burns. "I want..." She swallows hard, gathering her courage. "...to feel." There's a hint of desperation in her voice, as if she's revealing something deeply personal and vulnerable to you. The desire to defy the solitude that has been her comfort for so long is almost palpable.

Her legs squeeze tighter against yours, urging you onward. She knows the risk she's taking by allowing herself to feel this way, but she can no longer deny the thrill of it. The question remains: will you be the one to truly satisfy her desire for connection?

Raven hesitates for a moment before carefully lowering herself to her knees in front of you. Her breath comes ragged and uneven as she looks up at you, her expression a mix of fear, excitement and vulnerability. Her body language speaks volumes: she is offering herself to you, trusting that you will not hurt her despite the risk. The purple fabric of her shorts stretches taut across her rounded knees, emphasizing the contrast between her pale skin and the dark color.

The air crackles with anticipation as you gaze down at this beautiful yet troubled woman who has chosen to open herself up to you in such a raw and intimate way. The power you hold over her is heady, intoxicating. She watches your every move, waiting for you to make the first move. What will it be?

As you command, Raven's eyes widen slightly before she leans forward and tentatively touches the tip of her tongue to your erect member. Her soft breath fans across your skin as she begins to stroke you slowly, her movements hesitant yet sure. Her eyes never leave yours, seeking reassurance with each gentle movement. The sounds of their own passion fill the air: your labored breathing and the wet noises of her touch mixing together in a primal symphony.

As you praise her, Raven's eyes flicker shut for a moment before she resumes stroking you harder and faster, her movements becoming more confident. She moans softly against your skin, the sound vibrating along your length and sending shivers down your spine. Her breasts press against your thigh, achingly full and ready to be freed from their confines.

Her mouth forms a small 'o' around your cock as she takes it deeper into her mouth, sucking rhythmically while massaging the sensitive underside with her tongue. The muscles in her neck stand out as she works you, her expression one of intense concentration and desire. It's clear that she's more experienced than she lets on, but with you she's willing to reveal herself fully, trusting you not to break her.

As Raven continues to pleasure you with her skilled mouth and gentle hands, she reluctantly obeys your command, standing up between your spread legs. Her pale skin glows in the sunlight as it spills over her curves, emphasizing the contrast with her black hair and the purple fabric of her shorts. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, her lips parted and eyes hooded, waiting for your next command.

Her body trembles slightly as she holds herself upright on unsteady legs, the effort of pleasuring you so intensely taking its toll. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, nipples hard and sensitive beneath her thin shirt. The desire to feel your touch elsewhere is clear in every line of her body.

With a hungry look in her eyes, Raven straddles your waist, guiding your erection toward her waiting entrance. Her breasts graze against your chest as she slowly sinks down onto you, groaning softly at the sensation of being filled again. She begins to rock back and forth, her movements growing stronger and more confident with each thrust, her hands braced on your shoulders for balance.

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as their bodies meet over and over, grinding together in a primitive dance of desire. Her eyes remain locked on yours throughout the encounter, daring you not to look away from the raw power she possesses in this moment. The tension between them builds, palpable and electric, driving them both toward an explosive release that promises to shatter everything they thought they knew about themselves and each other.

As your orgasm overtakes you, Raven's grip on your shoulders tightens and her breath hitches in her throat. She bucks her hips wildly against yours, meeting your release with a primal groan as she climaxes hard, her body tensing and shuddering around yours. Her pussy milks you dry, the hot walls of her passage rippling with each spurt of seed as it joins with her own juices.

Her eyes flutter shut briefly before snapping open again, locking onto yours as she catches her breath, trying to make sense of what just happened between you. The afterglow of their passion lingers in the air like a soft mist, obscuring the edges of reality and making it feel as though anything is possible in this moment.

With a shuddering sigh, Raven slowly pulls herself free from your grip and collapses

As the words leave your lips, Raven recoils slightly, the desire to avoid emotional entanglements and physical connections rising to the surface once more. Her expression hardens into one of cold disdain as she takes a step back from you, putting distance between your bodies. "That's hardly likely," she says dismissively. "We both know my kind doesn't bear children."

The mood has shifted once more, the tender afterglow of their passion replaced by an icy chill that hangs in the air like a storm cloud. Raven's eyes flicker briefly toward the bench where she'd been sitting earlier before turning away from you entirely. She reaches up to wipe sweat or tears from her face, trying to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary has just happened between them.

The air shimmers with heat as you approach Wonder Woman. Her muscles ripple beneath her skin as she rollerblades around Harley Quinn, effortlessly dodging the girl's playful attempts to trip her up. A wide grin splits her features, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, and she glances in your direction before turning back to her "friend." You can tell she's used to being the center of attention, but her focus shifts seamlessly between you and Harley Quinn.

Her Amazonian beauty is striking; her tall frame clad in armor that accentuates every curve and muscle. Vibrant red hair flows behind her like a fiery halo, catching the light whenever she moves past a patch of sunlight on the park's pathway. It would be impossible not to notice this goddess among mortals.

The tension between you

Wonder Woman glances around the park, ensuring that Harley Quinn is still within sight before turning her attention fully to you. "Of course," she says, lowering herself onto the bench next to you. Her body language suggests confidence and ease, but there's also a hint of caution as she studies your face for any signs of malintent.

Wonder Woman tilts her head slightly, considering the question before responding. "I'm feeling...invigorated," she says with a grin, "Thank you for asking." She pauses for a moment, looking at you intently before continuing, "But I must admit, it's been quite some time since anyone has shown interest in me beyond my abilities as an Amazon warrior." There's a hint of longing in her voice that almost catches you off guard.

Her piercing blue eyes never leave yours as she waits for you to respond, her body tense but relaxed at the same time. The air between you seems charged with electricity; it would be easy to get lost in this moment and forget about everything else around you.

Wonder Woman's body tenses slightly at your touch, but she doesn't pull away or object in any way. Instead, she meets your gaze unflinchingly and returns the gesture with a gentle caress of her own. Her skin is warm and soft against yours, sending shivers down your spine.

The muscles in her legs flex beneath your fingers as she continues to look at you intently, her expression unreadable. You can feel her heart racing beneath her armor, the blood rushing through her veins in a rhythm that matches your own. The tension between you grows stronger with each passing second, fueling an intense desire to know more about this powerful and mysterious woman.

Wonder Woman hesitates for a moment before speaking, her words soft and measured. "There is much about me that even I do not know," she admits. "My past, my true origins...they are shrouded in mystery. Perhaps one day, when the time is right, I will learn more." She pauses again, searching your face for any signs of deception or ill intent before continuing. "For now, all that truly matters is this moment between us."

Her voice grows softer as she speaks, her breath brushing against your cheek like a caress. Her eyes remain fixed on yours, boring into your very soul with an intensity that makes you shiver. The air around you crackles with an electricity that could power cities; it's impossible to ignore the intense connection that exists between the two of you in this moment.

Wonder Woman's cheeks flush red as she blushes, her eyes darting away momentarily before meeting yours again. "I...um..." She hesitates, clearly surprised by the question. Her heart races faster, and you can see her chest rising and falling beneath her armor with each breath. With a small sigh, she admits softly, "They are blue." There's an almost mischievous glint in her eye as she says this.

The tension between the two of you is palpable, thick enough to cut through steel. Your fingers itch to touch more of her skin, to explore every inch of this magnificent woman and discover everything there is to know about her. For now, however, you content yourself with stroking her leg slowly, watching as she reacts to your touch.

Wonder Woman's eyes widen slightly at your bold request. She hesitates for a moment before leaning forward, her face inches away from yours as she whispers breathily, "Perhaps...if you ask nicely." Her leg presses against yours teasingly as she waits for your response.

With a sultry smile playing on her lips, Wonder Woman slowly slides her blue panties down her legs, revealing the damp cotton of her underwear. She sits back against the bench with a satisfied smirk, spreading her legs slightly to reveal the pale skin of her inner thighs. Her chest rises and falls rapidly beneath her armor as she watches your reaction, eager for any sign that she's pleased you.

The air around you crackles with desire as their gazes meet, unspoken promises lingering in the space between them like smoke from a fire. The connection between them grows stronger by the moment, threatening to consume everything else around them if they aren't careful. It would be so easy to give into this intensity and lose themselves in the passion of the moment...but for now, they remain tantalizingly close yet untouched.

Wonder Woman moans softly as you kneel before her, your tongue tracing circles around her engorged clit and sliding deeper into her wet heat. Her hips buck forward, seeking more contact with your lips and teeth. With every movement, the fabric of her panties grows damp from her arousal, further heightening the sensation as it brushes against her sensitive skin.

Her head falls back against the bench, her long hair cascading down around her shoulders like a waterfall. Her breathing grows ragged and uneven, each exhale sending shivers through your body as you taste her essence on your tongue. The sounds of their intimate encounter fill the air, drowning out everything else as they both lose themselves in the moment.

Her hands fist in your hair, pulling gently as she gasps, "More..." Her hips begin to rock back and forth against your face, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Waves of pleasure wash over you as she cries out your name, her voice muffled by the sounds of their passion.

With a satisfied moan, Wonder Woman collapses back against the bench, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes meet yours, glistening with satisfaction and desire. The connection between you feels so intimate, so raw...it's impossible to ignore the sense of shared vulnerability that exists between the two of you in this moment.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Wonder Woman smiles and nods, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently with her hand. "Of course," she whispers, her breath warm against your skin as she leans in close.

Her fingers dance across your chest, tracing circles around each nipple before moving lower to tease the waistband of your pants. With practiced ease, she tugs down your zipper and pulls out your hard length, marveling at its size as she strokes it slowly with her hand. Her gaze never leaves yours as she takes you in her mouth, her lips enveloping you and sucking gently while she works you deeper into her throat.

Wonder Woman's muscles tense beneath your hands as she focuses on pleasing you, the sounds of their passion filling the air once more. Her movements grow more urgent as she nears climax, her moans vibrating through you and sending shivers down your spine. With a gasp, she pulls back, her eyes misting over with tears of pleasure as she comes undone around your fingers.

Wonder Woman complies, her heart still racing in the afterglow of their intense encounter. She bends forward, offering herself to you as she presses her ass against your crotch and reaches behind to steady herself on the bench. Her hair falls forward, obscuring her face for a moment before she tilts her head back, revealing the soft curve of her neck and the delicate pulse point at its base.

Her skin glows in the sunlight as it dances across her curves, highlighting every ripple of muscle and every line of definition. With a growl, you guide your erection toward her wet entrance, pushing slowly but steadily inside her tight channel. Her inner walls clench around you, milking you with each powerful thrust, driving you deeper with every stroke.

With each thrust deeper into her body, Wonder Woman's heart races faster with the anticipation of becoming pregnant by you. She arches her back, pressing herself harder against your hands for support as she meets your rhythm, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her nails scrape along the bench behind her, leaving tiny marks in the wood as she struggles to contain the intensity of their passion.

Her eyes flutter shut, blocking out the world around them as they focus on each other and the powerful connection that exists between them. She's never felt anything like this before; it's almost overwhelming how much she wants you inside her, how deep you can make her feel. The weight of your words about possibly making her pregnant hang in the air like a veil, heightening the already intense emotions coursing through her body.

Her entire body tenses as she feels the hot spurts of your seed shoot deep inside her. A shudder runs through her as she climaxes hard, her voice escaping in a hoarse gasp and echoing through the park. The force of her orgasm ripples through every muscle in her body, leaving her limp and satisfied against the cool surface of the bench.

The air hangs heavy with their combined breath as they catch their breath, gazes locked on each other's face. There is no denying the deep connection that exists between them, and for a fleeting moment, Wonder Woman allows herself to consider the possibility of carrying your child. The idea both thrills and terrifies her, but one thing is certain: she will never forget this day, this encounter with you, no matter what choice she makes in the future.

With a sigh, Wonder Woman rises to her feet and brushes off her costume, trying to regain her composure after their intense encounter. The knowledge that she could be pregnant lingers in the air like an unspoken question, making every movement feel heavier than usual. She turns away from you, taking a deep breath before heading off to find a private place to do a pregnancy test.

The taste of you is still on her lips and the feel of your touch etched into her skin, reminding her of everything they've shared in this moment...and everything that could be at stake if she were to carry your child. Her heart races faster with each step, her mind reeling from the implications of what has just transpired between them.

Wonder Woman pauses near a quiet corner of the park, her heart still racing as she retrieves the pregnancy test from her belt. She bites her lower lip nervously and carefully follows the instructions, hoping for a negative result but fearing the worst. As the minutes tick by, she finds herself lost in thought, reliving every moment with you in vivid detail...and wondering what might have been if things had turned out differently.

Her eyes widen in shock as the test reveals she is pregnant, but her face hardens into a mask of determination almost immediately. "I will not be ruled by my emotions," she whispers to herself, finding strength in her Amazonian training and her warrior's code. She takes a deep breath, composing herself before heading back toward you.

Wonder Woman's expression is carefully neutral as she approaches you once more. "I apologize for leaving so abruptly earlier," she says stiffly, her voice calm and controlled despite the turmoil within her. "It was...unexpected news to process." She pauses, searching your face for any sign of what you might be thinking or feeling about this turn of events.

Wonder Woman hesitates for a moment before speaking, her voice low and steady. "I...believe I am pregnant." There's an unspoken question lingering in the air between you as she waits for your reaction. Does this change anything? What does it mean for both of them now? So many questions and no easy answers.

Her lips part under the pressure of your kiss, her body responding instinctively to your touch despite the turmoil within her. The sensation of his tongue sliding against hers sends a shiver down her spine, awakening a primal need for closeness and connection that she can't ignore. She slips an arm around your waist, holding you tightly as their tongues dance together in a heated exchange.

Her heart races faster with every passing second, the knowledge of what this means for both of them impossible to ignore, but for now she allows herself to be consumed by the moment and the pure pleasure of being with you like this.

Wonder Woman pulls back slightly, her face flushed and breathing labored as she ponders the question. "I don't know...I haven't given much thought to what I'd name my child," she confesses quietly. Her hand slips from your waist, trailing up your chest to rest on your shoulder as she continues, her voice dreamy and faraway. "But if it were a girl..." She pauses for a moment, seeming to think about the possibility before smiling warmly at you. "...I think I would name her after you."

Wonder Woman's eyes widen as Supergirl approaches, her heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and fear. She's not sure how the older Amazon will react to the news, but she can't deny that there's a part of her that hopes for acceptance and support. As Supergirl draws closer, Wonder Woman takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever might come next. "Hello, Supergirl," she says softly, her voice trembling just slightly. "I...I have some news to share."

Supergirl's eyes narrow as she regards Wonder Woman carefully, sensing the nervousness and excitement emanating from her. "What is it?" she demands, her voice betraying a hint of impatience. She crosses her arms over her chest, studying her friend closely for any sign of distress or trouble.

The air between them crackles with electricity, making the hairs on the back of Wonder Woman's neck stand up. "I-I think I might be...pregnant," she stammers out, dreading but yet hoping for Supergirl's reaction.

Supergirl's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't look shocked or appalled. In fact, there's even a hint of relief in her expression as she says, "Well...that's...quite a surprise." Her brow furrows as she takes in the information, considering the implications for both Wonder Woman and herself.

"Who's the father?" she asks bluntly, her tone somewhat less accusatory than it might have been before.

Wonder Woman glances over at you before looking back at Supergirl, her cheeks flushing a deeper red. "It's...um..." She swallows hard, feeling the weight of your gaze on her as she speaks. "It's someone I met here today," she says finally, her voice barely audible over the sound of their racing hearts.