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The mystical energies from Shuma-Gorath's invasion ripple through the streets of Manhattan as the sorcerer supreme and his unlikely ally, the Hulk's alien son, Skaar, face off against the eldritch horror.
Shuma-Gorath's tentacles lash out wildly, smashing skyscrapers and sending debris flying everywhere. The creature's otherworldly screech echoes through the city, a chilling reminder of its ancient power.
Doctor Strange: Hold fast, Skaar! We must keep this beast contained until we can find a way to banish it back to its realm!
Skaar grunts in response, his massive muscles flexing beneath his green skin as he swings his double-edged ax at one of Shuma-Gorath's appendages. The impact sends shockwaves through the pavement, but the creature merely laughs maniacally, unfazed by the assault.
A stray tendril coils around the Baxter Building where Spider-Man, Fantastic Four, and other heroes desperately try to evacuate the area, their efforts compromised by Shuma-Gorath's apocalyptic forces ripping apart Manhattan block by city block.
The sorcerer's spells weave a complex web around the creature, trying to bind it and limit its power. Meanwhile, Skaar charge forward, smashing into Shuma-Gorath with all his might.
Skaar´s blows crack against its twisted form, but the beast barely flinches. Its tendrils lash out, seeking to ensnare him. The air is thick with the stench of decay as Shuma-Gorath's very presence warps reality.
‘‘Keep pushing!’’ Doctor Strange shouts over the chaos. ‘‘We need to wear it down!’’
But Skaar was struck by one of the tentacles and sent flying, causing him to crash through two buildings. Disoriented but enraged, the Hulk's Offspring charges forward, his massive frame plowing through concrete and steel like paper machê, launches himself at the eldritch monstrosity once more.
With his prized weapons lost amidst the destruction, Skaar resorts to brute force, targeting Shuma-Gorath's central eye as he leaps and grabs hold of one of the writhing tendrils. Using it as leverage, he hurls himself upward, seeking to close the distance and deliver a crushing blow directly to that all-seeing orb.
Shuma-Gorath, however, proves an adaptable foe. As Skaar's fist hurtles toward its vulnerable eye, the creature swiftly shifts its form, reforming its tentacle to deflect the attack.
His blows land with concussive force, cracking the eldritch horror's nightmarish flesh like brittle stone. Yet for every fragment torn free, more tendrils slither forth, probing for weaknesses in their relentless assault.
As Skaar continues his relentless assault on Shuma-Gorath, Doctor Strange seizes an opportunity to aid his ally. With a flick of his wrist and a whispered incantation, the Sorcerer Supreme conjures the sword and double-edged ax, imbuing them with arcane energy before dispatching them back into Skaar's waiting hands.
Skaar catches the weapons mid-air, a triumphant roar escaping his lips as he feels their familiar weight return to him. Clutching his axe and sword tightly, he resumes his onslaught against the eldritch horror, targeting the sinuous tendrils that writhe and coil around the cityscape.
Doctor Strange: Well done, Skaar! Your rage has given us an opening. Now, let's finish this!
As Skaar's relentless barrage distracts Shuma-Gorath, Doctor Strange begins weaving a complex spell, channeling the mystic energies of the Eye of Agamotto to open a swirling dimensional portal behind the eldritch horror. The creature, sensing its impending doom, lashes out with a tentacle, aiming to crush the sorcerer beneath its crushing grip.
However, Skaar anticipates the move, having already severed four of the creature's appendages during their battle. With lightning-fast reflexes, he moves forward Shuma-Gorath's, driving his enchanted blade deep into the monster's crimson eye. The point of impact seems to ignite a blinding flash of light as both Skaar and Shuma-Gorath are suddenly sucked through the swirling portal, vanishing from sight.
‘‘SKAAR! NO!’’ The dimensional portal slams shut behind the vanished combatants, leaving Doctor Strange standing alone amidst the ruins of Manhattan. The Sorcerer Supreme takes a moment to catch his breath, surveying the devastation wrought by Shuma-Gorath's invasion. Though the immediate threat has been neutralized, the true challenge lies ahead - ensuring that the eldritch horror does not escape or wreak further havoc across the multiverse.
He surveys the damage, his gaze lingering on the spot where Skaar and Shuma-Gorath vanished. A hint of concern creases his brow - the outcome of their confrontation remains uncertain. Yet even as the weight of responsibility settles upon him, Doctor Strange begins to chant another incantation, his hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as he attempts to seal the rift and prevent any future incursions from Shuma-Gorath's realm.
In a parallel yet eerily similar universe, Jaime Reyes, better known as Blue Beetle, sits nervously in a bustling restaurant, awaiting the arrival of his date. It's been months since he mustered the courage to ask Courtney Whitmore, aka Stargirl, out, and now that she's finally agreed, he can't afford to let anything ruin this special afternoon.
Jaime fidgets with his napkin, trying to calm his racing heart as he scans the crowded eatery for any sign of his companion. His mind wanders to the countless scenarios playing out in his imagination - the perfect first kiss, witty banter, shared laughter over a plate of tacos. But as the minutes tick by without Courtney's arrival, a growing sense of unease begins to gnaw at him.
Just as Jaime's anxiety reaches a boiling point, a sudden, thunderous crash shakes the very foundations of the restaurant, followed by a brief but intense tremor. Startled patrons cry out in alarm while Jaime leaps to his feet, his mind reeling with possibilities - a gas leak? An earthquake? Or something far more sinister?
Without hesitation, Jaime dashes outside, his thoughts consumed by worst-case scenarios. What if this disruption derails his carefully planned date with Courtney? As he rounds a corner into a narrow alley, Jaime invokes the living scarab beetle, allowing it to envelop his body in its armored exoskeleton.
As Jaime emerges from the alleyway, he approaches the source of the commotion, his senses on high alert. Before him lies a grotesque scene - a massive cloud of smoke billows into the sky, obscuring visibility, while a single, gigantic tentacle sprawls lifelessly across the ground, its sickly green hue stark against the urban landscape.
Instinctively, Jaime reaches out to touch the strange appendage, but hesitates, unsure what dangers it might pose. Instead, he focuses his attention inward, connecting with the sentient scarab beetle.
‘‘Khaji-Da, analyze this... this thing’’ Jaime commands, his voice steady despite the eerie atmosphere. ‘‘What is it, and how did it get here?’’
‘‘ROOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!’’ Jaime stumbled back, his heart pounding in his chest as the massive, green-skinned figure of Skaar emerged from the smoke. The sheer size of him, even more imposing in this bestial form, made Jamie feel small and vulnerable. He could see the raw, primal power coiled in Skaar's muscles, the feral intelligence burning in those mismatched eyes. He quickly raises his hands, the Scarab's glowing blue armor flaring to life.
‘‘Whoa, whoa, easy big guy! Let's just... let's just take it easy, okay? I mean you no harm.’’ Jamie's gaze flickers to the massive sword gripped in Skaar's hand, and he gulps nervously. He forces a shaky smile, trying to keep his voice steady. ‘‘Look, I know you might be having a bad day, but attacking me isn't going to solve anything. How about we just... talk this out like civilized people? Or, uh, civilized giant people, I guess.’’
Behind the faceplate, Jaime's brow furrows as he thinks frantically, trying to remember anything he knows about this creature.
‘‘Khaji Da, any bright ideas on how to de-escalate this situation without turning the giant into a puddle of green goo? Now would be a great time to use your vast knowledge of alien biology and psychology...’’ Jaime said before being caught off guard by the sudden, devastating blow. Even with the Scarab's enhancements, the force of Skaar's punch sent him flying backwards, his helmeted head snapping to the side with a sickening crack. He crashed through the wall behind him, scattering debris and dust across the alley.
"Argh!" Jamie groaned, struggling to push himself up from the rubble. His vision swam and he shook his head to clear it, tasting blood in his mouth. "Damn it, I said we needed to talk, not brawl!"
He could feel the Scarab working to mend his broken bones and heal his wounds, but the pain was still intense. Jamie gritted his teeth, fighting through it. Jamie turned to face Skaar again, his stance guarded and wary. The blue armor around his fists pulsed with an angry red glow, energy crackling at his knuckles.
"Okay, you want to do this the hard way? Fine. But don't blame me if you end up regretting it." Jaime knew he couldn't match Skaar's raw strength, but the Scarab was still a formidable weapon. He just hoped he could incapacitate the creature without causing permanent damage.
He took a deep breath, centering himself. "Last chance to stand down, big guy. I don't want to hurt you... but I will if I have to." However, Jamie's eyes widened as Skaar leveled the massive sword at him, the razor-sharp blade glinting menacingly in the alley's dim light. He could see the determination etched into the green-skinned face, the unyielding set of those broad shoulders. It was clear that Skaar had no intention of backing down.
"Shit... Khaji Da, I need a plan and I need it now!" Jamie muttered urgently, his mind racing. He knew he had only seconds before Skaar would likely attack again.
The Scarab's voice filled his mind, calm and focused despite the danger. "I have analyzed the creature's physiology and determined the optimal strategy. To minimize risk of fatality, I recommend targeting the pressure points located at the elbows and knees. Precision strikes there should temporarily incapacitate the assailant without causing irreparable damage."
Jamie nodded slightly, slipping into a fighting stance. He focused his will, and the Scarab's energy began to coalesce around his fists, the red glow intensifying.
"Fair enough, you big oaf. You want to dance? Let's tango."
As Skaar lunged forward, Jamie dove to the side, rolling to avoid the sweeping arc of the massive blade. He came up under the swing, aiming a precise blow at the creature's elbow joint. His armored fist struck with a resounding clang, and he felt the impact reverberate up his arm.
At the same moment, Jamie lashed out with a kick, his boot slamming into the back of Skaar's knee with a crack. The giant stumbled, his leg buckling slightly.
Jaime pressed his advantage, striking at the same joints again and again, his blows powered by the Scarab's energy. Each hit sent shockwaves of force through Skaar's body, slowly wearing down his resistance seconds before feeling a searing pain shoot up his leg as Skaar grabbed his foot, wrenching it from under him. Before he could react, the green giant slammed him bodily against the alley wall with brutal force, once, twice, three, four times. The air rushed from Jamie's lungs as he bounced off the brickwork, his armor absorbing the impacts but leaving him dazed and aching.
With a final, brutal heave, Skaar launched Jaime's battered body skyward. He tumbled through the air, a ragdoll at the mercy of the giant's strength. Before he could even begin to right himself, Skaar leaped, his massive form blotting out the sky above him.
‘‘Oh god, this is going to hurt’’ Jaime thought, bracing for impact. He saw the glint of the sword, the bat-like swing, and then...
*CRACK!*
The flat of the blade struck him like a meteor, sending him flying. He smashed through the roof of the first building, wood and tile exploding around him, before crashing through the floor of the second, the plaster and lath giving way under the force of his impact.
Jaime had just enough presence of mind to curl into a ball, protecting his head as he was battered by the falling debris. But he couldn't fully escape the destruction as he was hurled through the third and fourth floors, each one crumbling away as he tore through it like a wrecking ball.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jaime came crashing down to the street below, landing hard on the cracked asphalt. He lay there in a crumpled heap, his armor flashing erratically, the blue fading to a sickly grey as the Scarab struggled to maintain its cohesion.
Jamie screamed as he was sent hurtling backwards, the force of the blow shattering the armor on his chest and ribs, before he crashed into the side of a nearby building, the impact shaking loose bricks and sending a plume of dust billowing out from the point of impact. He fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, his armor sparking and smoking. Blood trickled from the corners of his cracked faceplate.
Jamie groaned, tasting blood and dust in his mouth. He tried to move, to push himself up, but his body refused to obey. Every inch of him screamed in protest, and he could feel the warm trickle of blood running down his face beneath the shattered faceplate.
"Khaji Da..." he rasped, "Tell me... we're not dead. Tell me this is just a bad dream..."
But the Scarab was silent, its energies depleted, leaving Jamie to confront the harsh reality of his predicament. He was battered, bleeding, and at the mercy of a foe who seemed intent on destroying him utterly.
The sound, like a mountain splitting in two, was the first thing Courtney heard as she hovered above the city, her cosmic staff whining under her boots.
Through the haze of pain, Jamie looked up to see Skaar touching down heavily in the asphalt, the green berserker looming over his fallen foe.
Jaime: Please... you have to stop... I can't... can't fight back much longer..." he gasped out, his voice ragged and weak.
“Jaime, talk to me! Are you okay?” Courtney asked over the communicator, but all she heard was static. Then a weak groan. “Scarab’s… trying to… systems failing…”
Her stomach dropped. No. No, no, no. She banked hard, her gaze scanning the devastation below until she saw him. Jaime was crumpled against the shattered facade of a pizza shop, the brilliant blue of his armor flickering erratically. And standing over him, a mountain of rage and corded muscle, was the green giant. He roared, a sound that felt like it was tearing the sky itself in two.
“Hey!” she screamed, zipping down, staff held ready. “Pick on someone your own size!”
The monster’s head, turned toward her. His eyes glowed with a feral, mindless hunger. He took a step toward her, then another, completely ignoring the hero he’d just dismantled.
A streak of vivid orange Starbolts slammed into the giant’s broad back, staggering him. Starfire descended like a vengeful sun goddess, her expression a mask of fierce concentration.
“You will cease this destruction!” she commanded, her voice echoing with power.
Skaar only snarled and swiped at her. They traded blows, a blur of emerald skin and fiery hair. But Starfire was smart, tactical. She wasn’t trying to win, not here. She was herding him. With a final, concussive blast that forced him back, she swooped down, wrapped her arms around his torso with a grunt of immense effort, and shot into the sky, a comet dragging a asteroid, heading out over the ocean.
Courtrine didn’t hesitate. She dropped to Jaime’s side. “Jaime! Can you hear me?”
His helmet retracted, revealing his pale, sweat-slicked face. “’M okay,” he mumbled, wincing. “Go. Help her.”
After ensuring he was safe with paramedics, she took to the sky again, following the faint, fading trail of ionized air and the scent of ozone that was Starfire’s signature. Her staff propelled her over the ocean, the city lights shrinking to a distant glow. For nearly thirty minutes she flew, until the only thing below was the endless, dark water and, finally, a smal atoll.
She landed softly on white sand. The island was silent, save for the gentle lap of waves. Then she felt it. A deep, rhythmic thump that traveled up through the soles of her boots. Then another. And another.
“The fight’s still going,” she muttered, gripping her staff tighter and running toward the source of the tremors.
The jungle thickened, but the path of destruction was clear: shattered trees, smoldering craters. Then she saw the first piece of evidence. A shred of purple fabric, lustrous and strong, snagged on a thorny branch. Starfire’s costume.
Her pace slowed, confusion rising. A few yards later, a crude loincloth made of some strange hide was discarded near a tree. And there, plunged deep into the earth as if in victory, was Skaar’s massive stone sword.
The thumping was louder now, accompanied by other sounds. A wet, rhythmic slap… slap… slap. And voices. A low, guttural growl. And a higher, breathy voice crying out in a language she didn’t know, punctuated by clear, filthy English, not in pain, but in… pleasure?
“—yes! Yesss! You monster! You glorious green fucking beast!”
Courtney heart hammered against her ribs. This was all wrong. She moved as silently as she could, using the lush vegetation for cover. She crept forward, her own pulse a frantic drum in her ears, silencing the cautious part of her brain. She peered around the final, massive rock that stood between her and the source of the noise.
The sight stole the air from her lungs.
Starfire was on top of him. Not fighting. Riding him. Her magnificent, naked body was slick with a fine sheen of sweat, glowing under the tropical sun, pistoned up and down on Skaar’s colossal form. She was utterly naked, her magnificent orange hair, usually a fiery corona, swaying with each powerful thrust of her hips. Her full, heavy tits bounced with every frantic movement, her dusky nipples hard and pebbled.
Beneath her, Skaar lay on his back, his own gargantuan frame seemingly pacified, his huge green hands gripping Starfire´s waist, not to throw her off, but to guide her, to pull her down onto him with a force that made Courtney wince and flush simultaneously. Skaar´s eyes were closed, a low, constant growl rumbling in his chest, as his own hips pistoning upward to meet her every movement. His cock, a terrifyingly thick, veined pillar of green flesh, disappeared over and over into her willing, grasping cunt with a lewd, slick squelch.
Starfire threw her head back, a string of Tamaranean curses flowing from her lips before she screamed in English. “Your cock! By X’hal, it splits me in half! You were built for this, you savage! Nothing but a perfect, brutal fuck-machine!”
Smack. Her hand came down hard on his rock-hard pectoral. Smack.
“A filthy, mindless animal!” she moaned, her voice dripping with a perverse admiration. “And this pussy is the only thing that can cage you! Isn’t it? Isn’t it?”
Courtney’s hand flew to her mouth. She stumbled back behind the rocky outcropping, her back hitting the warm stone. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Her mind raced, a jumble of shock and a confusing, unwanted heat blossoming low in her own belly. Wasn’t Kori with Dick? This… this monster had nearly killed Jaime! And the sounds… Stars and stripes, the sounds they were making.
“Yesss… more! Give me more, warrior!” Starfire’s voice was a raw, desperate thing, stripped of all heroism, pure wanton need.
A deep, rumbling grunt was Skaar’s only reply, the sound of pure, unadulterated animalistic effort.
Courtney’s legs felt weak. She couldn’t look away again, but she couldn’t leave. A traitorous dampness gathered between her own thighs, a physical echo of the obscene wetness she’d just witnessed. She squeezed her legs together, a feeble attempt to quell the throbbing that had begun to pulse in time with the slapping of their bodies.
She heard Starfire’s pace become frantic, her cries turning into incoherent pleas in Tamaranean. The wet slaps grew faster, louder, more urgent.
“You see?” she panted, her rhythm becoming erratic, broken. “You see what you do to me? You ruin me for any other! You make me your… your perfect little cock-sleeve!”
Skaar’s growl intensified. One of his massive hands moved from her waist to tangle in her fiery hair, yanking her head back sharply. A choked scream of pleasure was ripped from Starfire’s throat.
“Do it,” she begged, her voice a raw, shattered thing. “Fill your filthy whore. Breed me.”
That was the trigger. With a roar that shook the very leaves on the trees, Sarka’s hips surged up off the ground, impaling her deeply, burying himself to the hilt inside her. His body went rigid, every corded muscle standing out in stark relief. Starfire’s scream wasn’t one of pain, but of utter, absolute conquest.
Courtney heard it then, even from her distance. A deep, internal gurgle followed by a series of wet, pumping splurts as Skaar emptied himself inside the Tamaranean princess. Starfire’s body convulsed, her own climax triggered by the violent, hot flood, her juices mixing with his release, a slick, audible squirt escaping around the edges of their connection.
She collapsed forward onto his chest, her body spasming weakly. But Skaar wasn’t done. His hands, still possessively on her, kept her pinned to him. He kept pulsing, a few final, weaker glrks signaling the very last of his offering. He held her there, his enormous cock still buried deep, his come trapped inside her, a hot, claiming seal.
Courtney felt a sudden, shocking dampness between her own legs, a traitorous throb that mirrored the scene before her. Her mind was a whirlwind of shock, confusion, and a dark, thrilling arousal she couldn’t suppress.
Then, Starfire’s voice, husky and saturated with satisfaction. “Mmm… so much. I can feel it… so deep.”
The sound of movement. A low, contented rumble from Skaar.
Courtney heard the wet, sucking sound of shifting bodies.
Then Starfire again, her voice a whisper that carried on the still air. “Don’t you dare go soft yet. I’m not finished with my animal.”
With a guttural sound that was more beast than man, his hands clamped around Starfire’s waist. He didn’t push her off; he lifted her, her own considerable strength nothing against his raw power. Her gasp wasn’t one of protest but of sheer, wanton anticipation.
“Yes,” she hissed, her voice a sibilant promise. “Show me what your primitive mind wants, you animal.”
In one fluid, powerful motion, he flipped her onto her hands and knees. Her back arched, presenting herself to him, the full, round globes of her ass on shameless display. The previous joining had left her glistening, his seed already beginning to trace a thick, pearly line down her inner thigh. Courtney’s own fingers, still hidden in her shorts, pressed harder against her clit. *Sllrp*
Skaar positioned himself behind her, one massive green hand splaying across the small of her back, pinning her in place. The other guided the thick, veined head of his cock, slick with her juices and his own spend, to a new, tighter entrance.
Starfire let out a shuddering whimper. “There… use that hole, you beast. Make it yours.”
He didn’t need coaxing. With a single, relentless thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside her ass. *Squelsh*
Starfire’s entire body went rigid, a silent scream on her lips before her voice returned in a raw, ragged cry. “X’HAL!”
Courtney flinched at the sound, a sympathetic clench deep in her own belly. Her index finger found her soaked opening and slid inside, mimicking the invasion she witnessed.
Skaar began to move, a slow, punishing rhythm that was the exact opposite of their previous frantic pace. Each withdrawal was a tease, each deep, bottoming-out thrust a promise of ruin. The wet, meaty sound of flesh meeting flesh, *smack… smack… smack*…, was a steady, degrading metronome.
“You feel that, you green bastard?” Starfire moaned, her face pressed into the mossy ground. “That’s your princess’s ass… taking every inch of your… mmmph… savage cock.”
“Quiet,” Skaar grunted, the first coherent word Courtney had heard from him. His voice was like grinding stones, deep and resonant. His hand on her back pressed down harder, arching her further.
“Make me,” she taunted, her voice dripping with a challenge that was also a plea. “Shut up your worthless fucktoy. Pound the defiance out of me!”
He obliged. His pace remained slow, but the force behind each thrust increased tenfold. Courtney could see the powerful muscles in his ass and thighs bunching and releasing with every deliberate, devastating plunge. Starfire’s cries fragmented into a mess of languages, English and Tamaranean blending into a single song of submission and dominance.
“You are nothing but a beast!” she screamed, her fingers digging trenches in the soil. “A mindless… oh gods… fucking monster!” Her head twisted to the side, and Courtney saw her face, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. “And this ass was made for you! Your perfect… cock-sheath!”
The verbal whip-lash was making Courtney dizzy. One moment she was degrading him, the next she was praising the very act of her own violation. Courtney’s other hand crept under her top, pinching her own nipple hard, the sharp pain a counterpoint to the throbbing between her legs. She was so wet her shorts were stained.
Skaar’s free hand fisted in her fiery hair again, yanking her head back, stretching her throat into a taut line. “You talk too much,” he growled.
“Then fill me!” she begged, her voice cracking. “Plug my ass with that thick… green… dick! Breed this hole like the animal you are! I want to feel your filthy come boiling inside me!”
Her words were the final trigger. Skaar’s controlled rhythm shattered. His thrusts became frantic, animalistic, a brutal pistoning that made Starfire’s entire body jolt forward with every impact. *Thump-slosh. Thump-slosh*. The sound was obscenely wet, a lewd percussion to their ragged breathing.
“Now!” Starfire shrieked, her body beginning to convulse around him. “Do it! Gurgle deep in my guts! Mark your territory, you beast!”
With a roar that seemed to shake the very island, Skaar slammed into her one final time, hilting himself with a force that made Courtney gasp. He held there, his body a statue of emerald tension. Starfire’s ass clamped down on him, milking him, and the sound was unmistakable—a deep, internal glrk-glrk-glrk as he pulsed inside her, pumping his release into her deepest channel.
Starfire’s climax was a silent, full-body seizure, her mouth open in a soundless scream as the hot flood triggered her own undoing. A fresh gush of her own arousal squirted out, *splurt*, soaking his balls and thighs.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet, intimate connection they maintained. Skaar slumped over her, still buried to the hilt, his massive frame covering hers. One of his hands slid from her hair to her hip, possessively holding her in place, keeping his seed trapped inside her.
“Mmm… you… you really are a savage,” Starfire panted, her voice wrecked, a thread of awe running through the exhaustion. “You ruin me… for anyone else.”
A low, satisfied rumble was his only answer.
Courtney’s own fingers worked faster, her hips bucking against her hand. She was so close, the sight and sounds pushing her to the edge. The raw, unfiltered carnality of it was wrong, so wrong, but her body didn’t care. It thrummed with a need she’d never acknowledged.
The rustle of wings from above was so quiet, so out of place, that for a second Courtney thought she’d imagined it. But then a shadow fell over the clearing, blocking the moonlight.
Courtney froze, her hand stilling inside her shorts. Her eyes shot upward.
Hovering just above the canopy, mace in hand, was Hawkgirl. Her expression was unreadable, her gaze fixed on the tangled, spent forms of Starfire and the son of Hulk, still joined in the aftermath. Shayera’s wings beat the air once, a soft thrum that sounded like a death knell to Courtney’s hiding spot.
Starfire, sensing the shift, turned her head, her glowing green eyes meeting Hawkgirl’s. A slow, languid, unashamed smile spread across her sweaty face.
“Shayera,” she purred, her voice husky. “You’re just in time. I was just… mmm… taming the beast.”