Oracle grunted as she brought her self to release, half from what pleasure she could derive from her fingers but largely from the fact that it just wasn't enough. She needed Mr. Terrific or Black Lightning to bring her true release.
For a moment, her brain replayed what Superman and the others had reported from Themyiscara, klaxons screaming at her in her mind of the importance of that fact, but it quickly faded, replaced by lustful thoughts.
"Mffff....need....my....men!"
Bringing up her comms, Oracle teased her nipples to hardness once more, biting her lip. Have to sound professional Babs, she thought.
"Oracle to Mr. Terrific and Black Lightning, come in."
"This is Mr. Terrific, Oracle, what can I do for you?"
"I need you to come to the Clocktower, it's urgent."
"Understood, be there as soon as I can."
Elsewhere in Gotham...
Circe grunted like the pigs she often turned others into, before gushing like Old Faithful, drenching her pet's face and part of her hair. Selina lapped it all up before looking up at the witch.
"More Mistress?"
Circe nodded, using more of her magic to restore her pet's stamina and her own, fantasies filling her mind and partly overshadowing her plans for making Batman hers and Diana suffer.
For a moment, her mind cautioned her mystical abilities but she was never one for total adherence to rational thinking. She was endowed with incredible abilities, after all, what did she have to fear from her own magic?
Smirking, she motioned for Selina to continue, gushing twice more before letting Selina come up for air.
"Lie there pet, let me take care of you, but only come when I say, understand?"
"Yes Mistress," Selina panted, Circe diving in to truly sample her pet, the magic crackling all around the pair as it slightly bent the rules of reality and further turned Circe down a path filled with lust and less and less with pure revenge.
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