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Goth's apartment seemed...
"Overeducated.", Raven assessed.
Raven half expected a regular apartment with regular furniture. The other half was in preparation of seeing the candlelight only, chains on the walls, post-punk/post-grunge evil rock posters and all manner of upholding the unholy just to make a fashion statement. What she wasn't expecting was the apartment she stood in.
While there was the typical couch against one wall TV against the other arrangement. But instead of an attempt at horrifying black decor there was a softer, womb-warm red decor. The couch was a soft velvet red. The wood of the TV cabinet was stained an amber color. The lighting was a yellow/orange color. It seemed to accept that some people just weren't the bright cheerful people the world expected them to be, but needed a place in it anyway.
What caught Raven's attention were a pair of marble busts serving as book ends on a red oak table. In the air hung a Beethoven tune.
"You have classical music playing in your apartment whether you're here or not?", asked the girl.
"Not neccessarily classical, that just happens to be the Evangelion soundtrack. I can put on the Wicked Scary soundtrack if you want.", Goth replied.
"That's alright." Raven waited for Goth to finish locking the door. As soon as she openned her mouth to speak Goth stuck his tongue in. Once she stopped being startled, she melted into him. They continued to hold on to each other tightly as their lips parted.
"Goth, I...", Raven breathed on him.
"Yes?", he asked.
"You know I want to.", Raven told him.
"That helps.", Goth smiled and pressed his lips to her neck.
Raven slapped his arm slightly. "I'm serious. I.", Raven started. Then she inhaled a little to much. "I don't want to kill you.", the girl exhaled. "If my eeemmmmm...Stop that. If my emotions or feelings get out of control, there's no telling what the shadows that live in me would do to you."
Goth looked into her eyes. "You're worth risking my life over.", he said before kissing her again. His hands guided her by the juncture of her strangely too large hips and too fit abs.
As Raven allowed herself to be moved closer and closer to the couch, her willpower began to dissappear. She was supposed to protect people, even from herself. She was supposed to keep aloof from strong feelings. She was...pulling Goth down on top of her.
Her cloak spilled out from her painting the couch, the wall, the floor blue. Her hands pulled him by his back. At this angle, the lighting put one of the first ever glimmers in Raven's opal eyes.
Goth held his weight on his elbows, cradling her head. His understandable hunger left him the very vision of careful clumsiness. He tried desperately to keep from tangling his fingers in her hair. His arms were visibly beginning to strain at holding him away from her. The one leg that hung over hers and onto the floor nearly flopped in its pursuit of purchase. As if some illusion of propriety could be maintained.
Raven pushed the leg out of the way and wrapper her legs around his thighs. With his entire weight on her, there was no pretense that what was about to happen was anything but her being deflowered. Now Goth's lean chest pressed her full breasts. She felt him rubbing against her.
Goth's fingers traced from the back of her head, down her spine until they met the resistance of her cloak across her shoulders. He broke their kiss for only a moment, to forcefully (maybe too forcefully?) pull on the clasp with his teeth. More of the cloak fell away from her and his fingers continued on their journey. Her eyes openned wide as if they could see his hands on her if they just stared wantonly enough. They found ropes of corded muscle all the way down her back until they reached her/
And that's when she saw her cloak start to lift unbiddenned around them.
"Goth.", she panted. Goth only moved his mouth to her ear. "Goth.", she whispered. "Hold onto me really tight and hold your breath. Do. Not. Breathe."
Goth buried his mouth and nose where her neck met her shoulder. Inky liquid blackness oozed from beneath her and wrapped around them both. The unnatural darkness pulled the soon to be lovers into her cloak, still interlocked.
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The shadow on the wall above Raven's bed grew. Soon, two teenagers fell from it and onto her bed.
"Hurry.", Raven pleaded. She drug his t-shirt off him. She kicked her own boots off. She grabbed him by the buckle of his belt and dragged him higher on her to work on it. "Please.", she implored.
Goth needed no further encouragement. Both of his hands pulled on the top of her leotard. As he wrestled it down her form inch by inch, more of her was revealed. A jewel matching the one abover her eyes was inset where her collar bones met. Her shoulders had well defined indents between the individual muscles. Her biceps and triceps appeared seperated as if by ideals. Her full breasts popped into view barely hiding another jewel over her heart. Another jewel rode her solar plexus. Each individual muscle of her abdomen was raised as if a stone step to traverse a mighty river.
Even more than her gray skin this alien, ropy, musculature marked her as her father's daughter. As Raven shed her belt, Goth marvelled at her strange beauty. An inhuman mix of athleticism and voluptuousness. Without her black cloth and shadows of her cloak, her mismatched hips to nigh scrawny waist stood out as of Azerath. Goth bent her legs to put her feet at his waist. With a sweat breaking push, Raven stripped him.
"Oh. My wallet.", Goth gasped.
Raven bit his ear. "I said hurry.", she whispered, pulling him down on her again.
Goth nearly thought himself clever snagging his pants with a foot and passing them up to one of his hands. Raven pulled on his waist. A few moments fumbling and she was filled.
Raven alternated between holding his head down by his hair and passing his head to her breasts and holding his head by biting one of his ears. She hoped he liked it. She hoped his ear lobes were durable.
Because she couldn't hope that he would appreciate four blood red eyes glaring back at him. She pulled him down on top of her because she could not only feel but see the shadows begin to take shape on her cieling. Her already darkenned room moving away from dismal into the lands of terrifying. Then her possessions started to levitate on their own.
Her nails dug into his back. She panted out, "Bite me. My neck, my breasts, anything." What she didn't say was anything to make her think again, not just give in to the pleasure he embedded inside her. Goth's small nibbling on her shoulder did nothing to abedt it. She started chanting as best she could.
"Azerath Metrion Zinthos. Azerath Metrion Zinthos. " It worked. The books that floated randomly over her lost altitude...for a second.
Then Goth had found a certain spot inside her. Raven's concentration was a thing of the past, legend, myth even. The bed itself broke its moorings and started to float. She had planted her feet on her bed and started throwing her hips into him. She forgot to hold Goth's sight away from here.
He took in her burning red, passion filled eyes. Her still elongating rows of teeth. Her inhuman muscles working overtime to pull him inside her totally. Five jewels from forehead all the way down snaked in time. And the shadows...he could swear some stared back at him with red eyes filled with nothing but hate and contempt and promises of revenge.
Then Raven tensed. Goth pulled her as close as he could and began to hammer into her. As if she had been holding her breath, finally Raven inhaled. Nearly instantly, she began to revert to her normal version. Goth didn't stop.
"Yes. You can.", Raven nursed. "In me. Inside me. Do it.", she commanded. And Goth complied. Soon he was lying on top of her, lacking the strength to push off her.
Then she felt him restiffen. "No.", Raven said in her typical monotone.
"Huh? Wha?", Goth said. He started to stir and pull himself off of her.
"No.", Raven attempted to assure. "I meant for me. Not again. I understand you're young."
"You're young too.", Goth countered. "And beautiful."
Raven smiled with just the barest hint of sadness. "And that may be a problem. But not tonight. Lie back."
Raven pushed him up and then back. Now he was lying as he should, with his head at the head of the (relocated) bed. Raven was kneeling between his legs. She then lay down on her abdomen.
"Just try to enjoy.", she told him.
Raven then wrapped one hand and then the other around him. She carefully pulled off his artificial covering. This is the first time she actually viewed what was once inside of her. To think that this is what made her lose so much control.
Then she began to pull on him. She watched him watching her. She held him against her cheek. It was as if she was taking comfort in his strength. Then her eyes lit up with a new idea.
She crawled up on him slightly. Then she enveloped him between her breasts. "How about this?", she asked coyly.
"Look how much of a girl I am. Feel how soft I am.", she said as she started to move. "Do you see how I'm on top of you? How I'm servicing you? Don't you want to mark me? Mark me as yours. You know how. How will my face look when/"
And then he exploded on her. She was marked. She had moved back but just barely. Now she bore him on her face. She carefully wiped her eyes. Then her lips. "You won't mind if I don't add this to my diet, do you?" , she asked.
"So you don't become a literal succubus?", Goth inferred.
"Actually...yeah.", Raven confided. Then her nude body rose and made its way to her bathroom.
Goth heard water running. He took the time to look around the room he was in. An obvious full standing mirror was underneath a black drape. The bed was now set in the middle of the floor. There seemed to be plenty of shelves on the wall. But the books were thrown askew all over the room.
Raven came back into the room. She had her typical expression, but it wasn't quite as dour as before. "Hold still.", she said. "Azerath Metrion Zinthos" The bed lifted a few inches off the ground and settled against the wall. She then joined Goth in bed and pulled the covers over them both. Uncharacteristically, she rested her head on his chest.
"So the five jewels, only one of which show?", Goth inquired.
"Actually there's seven.", Raven told him. She took one of his hands and guided it past between her legs. "The other one is under my hair.", she continued. "There are seven chackras. These jewels help me guide energy to the more enlightened parts of my soul. It's to prevent things like...well, what I just did to the room from happenning."
Goth nodded. "And what about that on and off red light over there?"
"Oh fuck.", Raven cursed. It was then she noticed that hair brush was embedded in the tower's alarm system. A really quiet alarm seeping in from the other side of her sound proofed room. Just then her door imploded inward. "I'd duck if I were you.", she hinted to the boy in her bed.
Goth slipped as much beneath the sheets as he could.
Starfire and Robin burst into the room at the same time if at different heights. Cyborg followed, stomping on books and either arm converted into a sonic cannon. A green velociraptor followed him in.
"Raven, you alright?! A crazy energy reading triggered every alarm in the tower and...", Cyborg trailed off.
Robin was the first to understand what Raven's dishevled leotard on the floor meant. Starfire was the first to understand what Raven holding her sheet to her chest while her arms and shoulders were bare meant. Cybord was the first to understand what the bright (in infrared) shape under her blanket meant. The velociraptor stood perplexed. Raven rapidly decided to enlighten him.
"Everyone that wants the shards of their bones pulled through their flesh and laid in a small pile at their soon to be filled grave, by all means, stay in my room. Everyone else, out.", Raven threatened. Starfire flew out just below the cieling where the now hunched velociraptor scurried out just above the floor. Robin and Cyborg scurried away just as quickly.
Raven laid a hand on the scurrying form under her sheet. "Not you, dear."
Goth's head poked out. Her normally apathetic eyes looked at him lovingly. "Never you, dear."