Only one turtle matched Leonardo's competitive nature.

The night was slow to come, and I spent the day playing video games with Mikey and watching Don and Leo sparring at various times.

Raphael hadn't joined us since his dramatic exit from the dojo. Splinter had been very reassuring, comforting me when I looked nervously to Raphael's room.

There were noises coming from inside the room. A thud here and there, something heavy being moved, general grunting. I didn't see Raph emerge at all, but I had the feeling he had left his room at times - stealthily.

I had the feeling I was being secretly watched at times. I'd turn, eyes scanning the room for a flash of red and green. Nothing there.

At one point, Donatello brought me a change of clothing. It was something sexless and dull, but he winked at me as he explained. "You might want to wear something you don't mind being torn off."

Early in the evening, Splinter came over and laid a hand on my shoulder. "It is time. Raphael is ready to receive you."

I trembled as I rose to my feet and headed to Raphael's room. There was a faint, eerie glow inside and the door was ajar. I knocked politely and heard a movement from inside.

The door swung open. Raphael stood there - imposing and determined - and he beckoned me inside.

The bed was newly made and the linen was fresh. Raphael smelt like bathroom products, and I gazed around me at the candles giving the room a warm glow.

There was a few weights that had been tossed into a corner, a punching bag on the opposite side of the room to his bed. He had moved his beloved sai daggers onto an old dresser that seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

There was a mixture of spicy sweet aroma's filling the air that was having a drowsy sensual effect on me.

Raphael sat on the bed and waited patiently for me to approach him. It took me a good few minutes of taking in the room - the sights and the smells - before I walked toward Raph and sat trembling on the edge of the bed.

"I promise I won't hurt you." Raphael said suddenly. "If you don't like anything I'm doing, you only need to tell me to stop. If you want to back out, that's fine too. At any time, if you're uncomfortable - we can stop."

I nodded. He had a confident sexuality about him, an inner belief that he would excel at this task. He was watching me carefully, and my eyes started to wander around his taut and finely toned body. On cue, Raphael flexed his muscles and smiled reassuringly at me.

"Are you okay? You still want this?" Raphael would not proceed without utter confirmation that I wanted him.

"I want it. I want you. I'm just not sure what to expect. I mean, you're so ... strong and you're such a prescence." My eyes scanned Raphael's plastron, and to the small part of his shell that was exposed from this angle.

"I promise you will leave here without being bruised. Although I may seem rough at times, you will be unharmed." Raphael flexed his muscles again. He was enjoying my reaction to his body and as the warm blush came to my face, he asked for my permission once again.

"Just take me, Raph." I begged, panting slightly. He seemed so solid and powerful. If any turtle defined masculinity, it was Raphael.

Raphael's gaze suddenly intensified. His eyes were boring into mine.

Suddenly, he shot forward. It was so fast my breath caught and I felt the bed underneath me and Raphael's body above my own. The shapeless and sexless garments Donatello had given me earlier were torn off as I felt Raph's rough hands carress me and his mouth kissing every inch of my body.

His mouth trailed kisses along my stomach and on my breasts. He looked at me in the eyes again and I looked back at him with a lustful expression.

"I want to taste you." Raphael said in a low and husky voice.

I nodded, gulping. Raphael dipped his head between my thighs and I felt his warm mouth carressing me, his tongue roughly licking my most private place. His teeth grazed me and I gasped a little. It wasn't painful, just unexpected. It added to the building tension inside my belly.

He grabbed my legs with his strong hands and pushed deeper inside, his mouth sucking against my pleasure centre.

I felt the building tension reach satisfaction within minutes. He was humming inside me, his body taut, muscles rippling. He was incredible, and as I orgasmed I called his name and threw my head back onto the pillow.

Raphael raised his head slowly and fixed his eyes on mine. I looked down at him, moaning and gasping. He had a determined look on his face and he watched me carefully.

Without any warning, he dipped his head again and started to pleasure me. I felt the overwhelming pressure build as he brought me to climax once again - this time with one of his big green fingers dipping inside me.

"Raph!" I screamed, my hands flying to my face and covering my eyes. His intensity was catching, and I felt overwhelmed.

Raphael edged up the bed towards me, his mouth catching my lips in a kiss that took my breath away. I could taste my own essence on his lips, and I shuddered with pleasure.

Lifting me onto his lap, he continued to kiss me on the mouth - his arms around me securely. I felt his manhood nudge me and I gasped, startled. We were sitting together, and I was wrapped around him and his arms were circling my back and shoulders.

Then, it felt like I was flying. He moved so quickly to reposition us, I had no time to process what had happened. He was on top of me, my legs spread on either side of him, and his manhood had slipped inside me.

He pumped us both to a glorious finish, my third orgasm of the evening leading to yet another scream of pleasure and the satisfaction of knowing he'd timed our climax so that we would feel release together.

As with his brother the night before, his weight was resting on his hands. He shuddered a little and pulled out of me. He lay to one side and kissed me on the mouth. His kiss was not one of lustful anticipation, but of tenderness and love.

He took me into his arms and held me protectively. His mouth kissed my forehead. I could feel the heat of his sexuality and his masculinity, and I nuzzled close against him.

If I had felt protected and safe during Leo's evening, it was completely blown away by Raphael's intense yet gentle loving.

I think I murmered the word 'safe' in a dull, drowsy voice before passing out in his arms.

TBC