Disclaimer: Teen Titans not mine
Kindly remember that this fic is rated M (and is really rated Ma to be exact) for a reason. Do not read if you are under 18, or are uncomfortable with explicit sexual scenes. (A reminder, since this chapter has a... well, basically an incomplete lemon).
*This chapter's title is taken from a poem by the Chinese poet Du Fu.
"Speech"
Thoughts
Raven gazed up from atop a hill, staring at the moonlight shining down on Avalon. She looked at the book between her hands, fingers running over the designs on its cover, then opened it.
"I had not imagined this place would be so large. From the outside, it always appeared like it would be very small, barely inhabitable."
Malchior appeared in front of her vaguely in the image of a man with flowing white hair, dressed in light armor and beneath that, wizard's robes. He sat beside her, looking up as well.
"There are many memories floating about this place. Many of them not yours."
"I feel them all," Raven replied tonelessly. "They might as well be mine."
Malchior felt the air grow denser and colder. "You have seen much, have you not?"
"Too much," another monotone reply. "Come, look at your body."
She led him inside, a ball of in her hand. It cast dimly upon a massive, seemingly sleeping figure, much like his old form, only slightly smaller. He moved up and touched it, soul melding into it easily. The red eyes opened.
"Perfect. How did you manage to do this?"
"I know many things, Malchior. Here, come out. I'll feed you."
His soul exited the body and reentered the book, melding into one of the illustrations. Raven mumbled a few words and suddenly food appeared in front of him, a sumptuous meal of assorted meats. He looked up at her curiously.
"So this is how you intend to do it. It is all very well, but you do know that in human form, I eat more than meat, correct?"
Raven blinked. Some cooked vegetables and fruit appeared as well. "Enjoy your meal. I shall leave this book in your lair. Speak the incantation on this page and you can eat whenever you like and have whatever food you may desire. I would advise that you not fly too far out of Avalon, though, or people will begin looking for you."
"This place is large enough," he replied. "There will be plenty of space to fly."
Raven nodded and turned, transforming into her bird form, flying off into the moonlight. Malchior watched her go, munching on his food from within the pages of the white book.
"You've returned," Terra greeted the weary knight in one of the healers' rooms, where the wounded were taken to rest.
This one was a private one, for a single person, usually saved for royalty if they happened to be hurt or anything, but at Terra's insistence, Garfield was placed in it so she could speak to him alone.
"I didn't think you'd make it back."
He looked at her tiredly, but still managed to smile. "I told you. Strength of a hundred men."
"So you actually beat it? Wow. I thought you were an idiot."
He shrugged. "Nah, I had some help bringing it down. And I'm not an idiot!"
"Help?"
"Yeah, some old buddies of mine. They hauled its carcass off but left me with one of its teeth," he gestured to his armor, which was hanging on a nearby rack, and she pulled an extremely long, sharp tooth off his belt.
"Your new sword," she laughed, and he chuckled with her.
"Don't hurt yourself."
"I won't. I know how to use a sword too. I can fight on par with any of father's best knights."
"Really?" Garfield raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. He says that all Markovs, women or men, must learn to be able to hold their own in battle. Whatever that's supposed to mean, but I don't mind learning how to fight. It'll help me beat down morons that I don't like."
"Hopefully that doesn't include me," the green skinned knight held up his hands in mock fear.
She poked at him playfully. "Nah, you're alright. Hey..." her voice suddenly dropped in volume.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just... thanks. For everything. That dragon was giving us so much trouble and I was worried that more people would die and-"
"Don't worry about it," he yawned, as if it wasn't a big deal. "Just part of a knight's duty. Help where you can."
Terra blushed faintly. "Not everyone's that brave. Or kind, to risk their own life to save someone else's."
"Anything for you, princess."
Terra put her hands on her hips. "Now you're just trying to sweet talk me."
"Nonsense-"
"Pah, just drink your medicine and go to sleep."
She brought a cup of liquid to his mouth and tipped it, watched as Garfield dozed off, then left the room, smiling, once she was sure he could not see her. For an idiot, he was surprisingly courageous and kind.
Raven looked outside at the shining moon, occasionally looking back in and stirring the pots of boiling dye-water and cloth with her energy. Jinx had decided to go to town again - the girl was more social than she was, she knew that - so of course Raven obliged when she had asked her to dye some more cloth. She glanced over at the pinkette, who was laying down on a nearby bench, evidently just fallen asleep. Not quite a night owl, Jinx was still used to sleeping at night, though that had slowly begun to change over the years. It was something to do with the atmosphere in Avalon, she supposed, for everyone who had lived there eventually became almost wholly nocturnal, preferring the soft moonlight to the rather grating sun.
She got up and glided over, hovering over the girl, watching her breathe slowly. Raven put a cold hand on her cheek, feeling her warmth, and then conjured up a pillow and blanket, lifting Jinx's head gently and placing the pillow under her, then covering her with the blanket.
The pink haired girl stirred slightly. Raven put hand on her forehead and soothed away the disturbance, sending her back off to peaceful sleep. She stared at Jinx's placid face a while longer before gliding back to the window, staring at the moon.
As usual, she sold out quickly, and began looking for things to buy, wondering if there was anything suitable to give Raven, or maybe even Malchior. Hell, what do dragons even like? Raw meat, I guess, but that seems sort of weird to give as a gift. Maybe I'll get Raven a warmer cloak. Winter's almost here. But then again, Raven seemed to be immune to heat, cold, any sort of temperature fluctuation or weather in general. So that would be a moot point. Maybe I'll buy her another book. Sometimes peasants kept books around, even though they couldn't read them, just as trinkets or to stare at the illustrations, but they certainly would be willing to sell them if they could, since they had no use for them after all.
Jinx bought a couple books and some food as she normally did, still perusing the market when she noticed something odd. There was a lady in a fine blue dress, accompanied by a knight in blue armor. Upon closer inspection, she noticed the lady's long, auburn hair and her sparkling green eyes, and that she was very tall, nearly as tall as the knight who walked by her side, and that man was absolutely massive.
"You're the princess of Tamaran, right?" Jinx said suddenly, approaching her.
The lady turned. "Why yes. I am surprised that you recognized me. I did not think that the Camelot folk recognized nobles from other countries."
Jinx smiled. "Nice to meet you. My name is Lucky. I'm noble born myself, that's why I recognized you. I was invited to one of your father's parties."
"Ah yes, that makes sense. My K'norfka does enjoy hosting feasts for nobles of other countries. It helps us establish good relations and besides, who does not enjoy good food? I regret that I have not met you before, however," she curtsied slightly. "Princess Koriand'r, or just Kori, daughter of the Lord Galfore of Tamaran. Your king so kindly sent a knight here to escort me to Camelot. Sir Victor, the Cyborg, so they say."
"Cyborg?" Jinx raised an eyebrow.
"I'm good at making things," the knight replied, taking off his helmet. "I am one of the king's most skilled smiths and inventors."
"Oh. I've heard of you. You're that guy who made that strange wagon that runs by itself."
"Pleased to meet you."
Jinx smiled. "You too. So what brings the princess of Tamaran here?"
Kori's smiling face suddenly turned solemn and she leaned in. "My country is at war with these strange creatures that we have never seen before. We are not sure if they are entirely human, or something else, but they are quite powerful. I was hoping that your king would be kind enough to aid us in our battle, as our countries trade frequently."
"Oh. I hope it goes well. King Bruce Wayne, the Bat, as they call him, is supposed to be pretty grumpy when you first meet him, but he's actually a pretty nice guy, or so they say."
"Ah yes, I have heard that too. I have also heard that he does not sleep at night, like a normal person."
"Neither does his wife, apparently. They're an odd couple, Queen Selena and King Bruce."
"Indeed, they are," Victor looked at Jinx a little quizzically. Something about her was a little odd, besides the pink hair and cat-like eyes. There was something a little dangerous, though she acted perfectly normally and was garbed in the clothing of a noble woman. She certainly spoke as if she was learned, without that strange peasant accent that most people had. But still, there was something off about her.
"Princess," he said suddenly. "We should continue riding. The stablemaster must have produced fresh steeds for us by now. Hopefully we may reach the Lord Markov's castle by sundown."
She turned. "Ah yes. Well, I shall take my leave, Lady Lucky. It was nice to meet you. Hmm," she thought carefully for a moment, and then her eyes sparkled. Rummaging in one of her packs nearby, she brought out two small bags of what appeared to be colored powder. "Here, these are samples of the Tamaranian food, jello. Boil these in water and allow them to cool, and you shall have a nice dessert to enjoy. Ah-" she felt Victor's hand pull her away. "Fare thee well, friend Lucky!"
"Have a safe trip," Jinx replied as Kori disappeared with Victor.
She stared at the two bags of powder, wondering what they could be. Shrugging, she put them in a basket and continued shopping.
*prod *prod. Raven stared at it with dark eyes, seeing her own distorted reflection stare back at her, rippling as the cube of red, translucent stuff jiggled. She looked up at Jinx.
"What is this infernal contraption?" Raven poked it again with her finger, watching as the thing jiggled. "Perhaps it would make for comfortable bedding," she muttered. "But there is not enough of it. And it is not quite dense enough."
Jinx stared at her own cube of red, blinking. "I met the princess of Tamaran today. She gave me these - apparently, they're examples of Tamaranian food."
Raven sat back, looking at Jinx. "I have been to Tamaran before, when I was younger. If I recall, their food looks strange but tastes fairly good. I do not remember this... stuff... however."
"Maybe it's new. I wonder how you eat it."
The dark sorceress poked it again, watching it jiggle on the plate. She raised a fork and stabbed into it, watching the silverware penetrate into the stuff easily. Too easily. She thought better of it and picked up a spoon, cleaving off a piece of jello, and put it in her mouth.
Raven blinked. "This is pretty good."
"Really? What's it taste like?"
"Strawberries. It's sort of gooey but not sticky and it's pretty sweet. It's... interesting."
"Cool." Jinx took a bite of it and a smile crossed her face. "Still much more fun to play with though."
She poked at it and the blob of red jello jiggled. Raven rolled her eyes, but poked at her own jello as well, for some reason her attention held by the childish act. And then she caught Jinx looking and blushed faintly.
"Just eat," she muttered. "It is food, not a toy."
"Sure, sure."
"Are you coming to Camelot with me?"
"Hmm," Terra looked outside, where it was snowing lightly. "Father did always say that I should make some connections with the court. But it's winter now. Travel's always hard."
"It's only early December. It'll get worse if you decide to wait."
"Hmm. Well, snow does come late to this country, even if we are so far north. In other places, you'd usually get snow in November, right?"
"Oh come on, Terra. You know you want to go with me."
She rolled her eyes. "You're not a nobleman. Father wouldn't approve."
"You like me."
"Do not."
"Yes you do," he smirked at her.
Terra sighed. "Like I said, father wouldn't approve unless you were some super famous knight. Besides, I don't really know you that well."
"I'm the coolest guy you've met."
"There are plenty of 'cool' people out there."
"We don't have to go as anything but friends. We don't have to be anything but friends."
"Well duh. Like I said, I don't know you that well."
"But we can still be friends, right?"
"Yeah, of course. You're fun to hang around." Terra paused for a moment. "Alright fine. I'll go with you. I guess father won't mind as long as you don't like make advances on me or something."
"I wouldn't do something like that. I'm not that kind of man."
"I can tell. So, when are you leaving?"
"Hmm. Maybe in a couple days. I've already been here a week longer than I had thought I would be."
"For me?"
"Hey, I'm a sucker for the attention of pretty girls."
Terra laughed. "I wonder what father will think though. I've never left home before."
"It'll be alright. Don't be scared."
"I'm not!"
"It's only natural for a girl to be scared the first time she leaves home-"
"You big brute," she pushed him playfully. "I'm probably stronger than you."
"Yeah, right. You're pretty strong though... for a woman."
"And what's wrong with women?"
"Oh, nothing nothing." Garfield remembered the two sorceresses that had come to take away that dragon. He didn't have a good gauge on how strong either of them was, but both of them, including Lucky - Jinx, whatever her name was, were probably way stronger than he was. "Yeah, women can be pretty strong."
"Good that you realize that. Now, want to get something to eat?"
"Sure."
It was maybe a couple days' journey to Camelot, delayed a little by the snow drifting through the skies, and incidentally they arrived just as Kori and Victor did as well, approaching the great castle, which lay atop a large hill, its back carved into a cliffside. They both traveled through the great gate at the same time, giving each other a passing glance, then recognizing each other as knights and nobles, greeted each other.
"'Sup."
Victor raised an eyebrow. "What kind of knight are ye, that greets me with such a strange saying?"
"What? It's just another way to say hello."
"... you're weird."
"Oh yeah? What about you? What kind of knight wears blue armor?"
"What kind of knight has green skin? Are you diseased?"
"No! I'm just a bit-"
"Weird. Next thing you'll tell me is that you eat weird stuff."
"I don't eat meat."
Victor's eyes bugged out. "What the- how can this be possible? No wonder you are so scrawny, like some wheat stalk in the field-"
"Hey!"
"Well, it's true," Terra laughed. "And I can confirm. Little bugger doesn't eat meat."
"Lady Markov," Victor knelt before her, a sorrowful expression on his face. "I am so sorry that you had such an incompetent fool accompanying you to our great kingdom of Camelot. I shall be sure to provide you a more... suitable... escort in the future." A small smirk crossed his lips, not going unnoticed by Garfield.
"Hey! Pranks are my thing."
"I was being very serious," Victor said, struggling to keep from laughing. The small knight, despite his rather strange personality, was rather funny.
"Hmm. Perhaps if he does not eat meat, he will enjoy the Tamaranian food I have brought as a gift. Here, you may partake in a sample of this." Kori beamed at him and took out a package from her horse's pack, along with a plate.
*plop
"What ... is that?"
"Tofu!" She poked at it.
It jiggled.
"Um... Is it safe to eat?" Terra poked it too.
"Of course it is! It is one of the most common foods in my country! Please, go right ahead, try some. It is very delicious."
"No meat, right?"
Kori nodded.
"Sweet! Let me try it. You guys want some?"
Terra and Victor shook their heads firmly.
"Oh well, suit yourselves." He took a bite. His eyes widened.
So did Terra's and Victor's. "What? What's wrong? Was it poisonous? I warned you!"
"No, it's delicious!" Garfield ate the rest of it and beamed at Kori. "When can I come to Tamaran?"
"Perhaps you could come with me when I go back. Then I can show you all our wonderful Tamaranian food!"
"Um, nah, Gar will stay here with us. He's not much of a traveler," Terra said suddenly.
"But-"
Terra glared at him. He frowned, looked away for a moment, then understood, blushing faintly. "Yeah. Not much of a traveler."
"Oh. That is too bad then. But I shall remain here for a while, and I can have father send me all the Tamaranian delicacies you could ever want."
"Awesome. You're the best."
Victor coughed. "Looks like we're all having fun out here, but I'd like to remind you that it's snowing, pretty hard, you know," he gestured to the three of them, who already had piles of snow on them.
"Cool! I'm a snowman!"
Terra rolled her eyes. "Sir Blue Knight-"
"Sir Victor."
"Whatever."
"Whatever?! I am a brave Titan of the Round Table! I am not merely some punk like this kid-"
"You're a Titan?" Garfield looked at him with shining eyes. "Wow. That's so cool. Dude..." he ran over and looked at the large man's sword, pulling out, swinging it around, then sheathed it and poked at the blue armor, then took the helmet from his hand and-
"Quit it! Now, let's get to the castle before we freeze to death."
"Fine. But dude you have to tell me all about the Titans-"
"Later. When we get to the castle."
They led their horses up the city road, sloping upward to the keep, where a black banner with a yellow bat on it waved in the wind.
Jinx yawned, stretching her arms out as she woke up, then blinked, wondering why it was so dark. She got up, slipped into a white robe and opened her window, allowing the pale light from the crescent moon to stream in. Weird. It's so early, but the moon is up already. She frowned, leaving her room and stepping outside before it occurred to her what day it was. Right. It's the solstice. Longest night of the year. Time flows differently here. Still haven't quite gotten used to it yet. She wandered through the snow, gazing at the sparkling landscape around her, all so very pale, so very ethereal, misted over as white flakes of frosted water drifted down from the sky, lending everything a surreal quality, as if it were merely a dream.
There was something mystical about Avalon in winter, more so than any other season. Maybe it was the abnormally long nights, or indeed, the abnormally long winter, that often extended from October till March, or even April, though often it wasn't cold enough for snow. But once the nights started getting very long, which they already were in Avalon, that apparently was when winter had come. On the solstice, she recalled Raven saying, there was not even a single moment of daylight - the moon would stay in the sky, its ivory glow replacing that of the reddish sun.
Around December, it always began to get very cold, but a few years of dealing with it and she had gotten used to that. In just a thing white robe, even with the snow falling about her, prickling her feet, she felt pleasantly cool, something about the cold air very refreshing to her. She sat, looking up at the sky, feeling the slight chill of each flake tickling her face, melting, and running down as water.
Most people probably would've felt that it was too cold, but she was a sorceress and so was Raven. There was something about their bodies that was different. They were not necessarily more physically adept than an average person, though they were in truth, just because of the amount of physical labor that they did, but for some reason they had unnatural resilience against damage and temperature. Yes, an ordinary person probably would have gotten frostbite by now, or maybe even died to the cold, but she was a sorceress and such beings were known for their attraction to extremes. Well, mostly because it really didn't feel that cold to her.
Occasionally the moon would sparkle with violet light, probably Raven's doing, a sign of her powers at work in Avalon's domain, and each flake of snow falling from the sky would sparkle violet in turn, lighting the air with millions of tiny, glimmering frozen amethysts, each a different shade, reflecting lavender, lilac, mauve, iris, shifting as they melded with the snow on the ground. In the trees, within the darkness where moonlight only penetrated through in soft rays of violet, shadows swarmed around as if they were creatures come alive. No, they truly did seem to be alive, various figures of beings thought only to be myths. A dim outline of a dragon, flying past a cascade of the moon's radiance, then a phoenix, a chimera, a massive serpent, then bursting apart into dozens of birds, each with glowing crimson eyes, a flock of ravens...
She knew what it meant.
Dancing about, the ravens fluttered through alternating darkness and violet, their feathers sleek and lustrous, but not altogether real from what she could sense. No, as real as they looked, there was something about them that seemed like they were from a different plane of existence. She remembered seeing them a lot, though even she was not sure what they were. No, probably only Raven knew. Perhaps projections of her emotions, bottled away inside her, hidden beneath the cold of Avalon's winter, or maybe souls of sorceresses past... who knew how many friends Raven had lost over the years? Or maybe something else altogether.
Certainly they were not ordinary birds. It was the intelligence with which they looked at her, even past the glazed sanguine of their eyes, mixed melancholy, rage, despair, and then past then further, there was a sense that they were very sentient, almost human, their eyes speaking to her in wordless color.
A soft song, one she had heard many times echoed through the violet flakes veiling them from her, beckoned for her to follow. When she had first seen them and heard their song, she had been entranced by the beauty of it all, and not a little overwhelmed by the depth, the humanity of how the ravens acted, not as animals, but as humans who had seen too much of the world. But now, it seemed a different. There was a darker undertone to the song, almost like a cry for help, one that always remained unanswered...
Besides by me. She followed the soft coos through the forest, a melancholic expression overtaking her face as she heard some of the coos turn to soft wails, silent weeping.
She was there, the violet haired goddess, perched on one of the tree branches, stark naked... Jinx blushed and approached as the ravens gathered about her, all looking down, crimson eyes soft, as soft as Raven's eyes looked beneath her half lidded gaze. They stared at each other for a long while, snow and violet light cascading about them, studying each other's faces.
Yes, they would do that a lot, for whatever the reason. Maybe they found each other attractive, or maybe there was something in their looks that could not be communicated through words. Within those violet eyes, those deep, endless pools of dark mauve, a sheer blackness spread out, void and cold, but with sparkles of light illuminating the oblivion behind the surface of violet, occasionally bursting in a myriad of varied color before dying away again. And not once did her stony expression change.
At least, to most people, she would not have looked any different today. Her smooth, youthful face remained impassive, as it always did, dark brows slightly furrowed, lending her eyes a more intense quality, irises gleaming through her lashes. Her lips, slightly curved down, might have been interpreted as a sign of displeasure, perpetual irritation, but maybe one of permanent sadness as well, the dreary years alone in Avalon carving its mark upon her face. And to most people, if they even dared to look that closely, that was it.
But they had spent so long staring at each other that Jinx knew better than to read Raven just like that. No, her young, pretty face was marked with faint lines, a sign of the ever present tension that the girl felt, and the dark circles around her eyes gave away the weariness that plagued her, constant enervation. But sometimes the lines relaxed, and then she knew that Raven was resting more peacefully.
A smile crossed her lips. Raven raised an eyebrow. Jinx smiled a lot, for a sorceress at least. She knew that the girl understood many things, what being shunned was like, the abnormality of their situation and powers, being completely and utterly alone... no, actually she did not truly understand that. And I hope she doesn't have to. The girl should not have to suffer the long years of solitude, not as I did. She turned, looking at the ravens about her. As we all did. And then toward the pinkette below her. In Jinx's face, there was still youth and vitality, true youth, she could tell, just by the pure lightheartedness with which she acted, despite her understanding of the heavy burden of a sorceress's lone life. It wasn't a comical type of lightheartedness, no, it was more of a... a willingness to be happy about everything in life. A willingness to ignore the darker aspects of her life. Certainly, if you ignore those, you may stay sane. But... Raven looked at her more closely and saw the slight glaze in Jinx's eyes and the downward tilt of her brow, a sign of life weighing down upon her. She frowned with distaste. She had not wanted Jinx to be unhappy, like her.
Raven floated down, the flock of ravens about her scattering, approaching the other girl silently. As always, Jinx was surprised. Standing face to face, she was reminded that despite all of Raven's glory, her immensely powerful, mystical aura, she was still a very small woman. Then again, that didn't really mean much. Physical size did not have much to do with power, except in a more brutish sense.
Both of Raven's eyebrows raised expectantly. "Well? Usually you make the first move."
"W-what?" Red spread across Jinx's face. "I-I didn't come here just for that-"
"It was in the back of your mind, was it not?" And then Raven's voice softened drastically. "We do this fairly often."
"I've been meaning to ask you about that. You're usually so distant, even to me. I was wondering why you did such things with me, Lady Raven."
"Just Raven will do," the violet haired girl replied quietly, eyes closing.
And then they opened as she felt a hand on her chest. A light blush formed across her face as Jinx pushed her down, kissing and biting at her neck. And then her hands began roaming everywhere, barely touching the smooth skin, fingers running along Raven's arm, down the ridges of her ribs, across her stomach, then down her sides - Raven flinched a little, squirming around. Jinx's eyes lit up in delight. She remembered the first time that she had done this with Raven, she was surprised to learn that the dark sorceress was actually ticklish, and very sensitive, much more so than the quiet sounds she gave off might suggest, though any sort of sound out of Raven was already nothing short of a miracle.
But when she thought about it, she wasn't really that surprised because after all, Raven had very little physical contact. Maybe that was why she liked what they did, because it allowed her to feel so strongly.
Raven hissed. "Get on with it. You're usually not this slow." Her usual monotone was a little strained.
Jinx laughed. "You're always so impatient," she replied. "But sure, as you wish."
Her extremely slow movements, inching across Raven's body suddenly stopped and she brought her hands back up to Raven's firm chest, rubbing, pinching again, and the violet haired girl felt her nipples harden, their sensitivity increasing drastically. She gasped a little as Jinx pinched harder, then brought her mouth down, licking and biting lightly. And try as she might, she could not help but let out a low, soft moan.
Abruptly, Jinx stopped, instead letting her hands roam again, down the other girl's flat stomach, brushing against the dark hair on her mound, down her smooth legs... her mouth came up and she kissed Raven on the lips, slightly disappointed when the sorceress did not return it.
"We are not lovers," Raven growled huskily, panting slightly. "You shouldn't be that gentle."
A devilish smile spread on Jinx's face. "I forgot. You like it rough."
"A little pain is always nice."
"I'll be happy to oblige," Jinx's hand dove down pushing in rapidly, feeling her mistress's very wet, pulsing core contract around her fingers with each thrust.
Raven sat up, clenching her stomach, and wrapped her arms around Jinx's body, leaning in close to the girl's ear. Jinx blushed furiously and felt the heat in her own body grow as she heard the sorceress's very arousing noises in her ears, quiet, restrained, but that made it all the better, as if it were a private song for only her to hear.
"Lay down," Jinx whispered, and Raven did so automatically, allowing the pinkette access to her parts.
She felt the dark, soft hair tickle her nose as she pressed her mouth down, still pumping in with her fingers. After another couple minutes, she felt Raven's thighs tighten around her, slightly slick with sweat, her noises getting slightly louder.
And then she stopped, grinning as she spotted Raven glare at her, a hint of desperation in her eyes. She did not move or even breathe as Jinx ran a tongue slowly up one leg... then the other... achingly slowly, nibbling closer and closer to her heat...
Jinx drew back up to kiss her on the lips and Raven could taste herself, noticing that she was probably very excited if she was producing so much fluid. And yet she could not help but feel irritated. Usually Jinx wouldn't defy her at all - no, she would obey her every wish to the letter, but when it came to this particular act, the pinkette would tease her to practically the point of death, drawing out each sensation so terribly slowly, making sure that Raven felt the full pleasure... and impatience with each touch. She sat up moved a hand down, tempted to finish it herself, but Jinx smirked, blocking her and moved her hand down, fingers working rapidly. Raven's arms wrapped around Jinx's body again and she pressed her head very close to the pink girl's ear, feeling her stomach clench almost painfully.
The sound was very quiet, but Jinx was surprised that Raven could even make such an erotic noise. She squirmed around, body pulsing, soaking the ground beneath her as well as Jinx's clothes, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.
And when they opened, she was greeted by the sight of the pinkette's flushed, joyous face.
Raven felt that her own cheeks were very red, but ignored her embarrassment - after all, we've done this plenty of times - and dove straight in, pushing the other girl down forcefully. And then she thought better of it, and slowed it down, taking her time with each motion. She took the girl's clothing off so very slowly, drawing out each sensation, even using some of her own sorcery to amplify the emotions and feelings flowing through her, the greatest pleasure from the slightest touch... it felt like an eternity, but eventually Jinx was unclothed as well, left breathing heavily, sweating a little, obviously very excited judging by the state of her glistening parts.
A tiny smirk crossed Raven's lips. Like Jinx, she took her time working her way down, all around the girl's body, for several minutes, not even touching any of her most sensitive areas, merely content with running her hands across the smooth skin, until Jinx felt like she could take no more.
"Raven, please..."
She could've sworn that the sorceress actually grinned. "Payback."
"Please," she whimpered.
"No."
"But… but mistress…"
Raven rolled her eyes, sighing. "I can't say no to that face."
Jinx's body tightened around Raven's fingers, everything clenched, motionless, seemingly suspended in time, even her breathing stopping. And then her body began pulsing, her mind going blank, unaware of anything except the pure heat between her legs...
And then she was aware of Raven kissing her back, her mouth now tasting of both of them mingled together...
"You kissed me," Jinx panted, breathless.
"You wanted me to, didn't you?"
Jinx gave a slight nod, then her eyes widened as Raven placed her own body over Jinx's grinding downward, breasts crushed against her own chest. She squeezed her eyes shut at the sudden sensation pushing at her sore underside, but then gathered up what strength remained in her and stopped Raven, pushing her to the ground and moving on top of her. Raven raised an eyebrow.
"You don't get to have all the fun."
"Girl, you're already tired and the night has only begun-"
Jinx laughed, eyes glinting. "Don't underestimate me, my dear lady. I'll be tired tomorrow - strike that - I'll be practically unconscious tomorrow, but tonight's a different story."
She could've sworn Raven smiled a little before turning the tables on her again.
