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Rook's Wild Ride
A Raven x Beast Boy series (Part 2)
Raven groaned, as the first thing she realized when she started to regain consciousness was that she hurt. Everywhere, but mostly in her back and the left side of her face. Why did she hurt? What had happened?
Memories came back slowly, blurred images. Movement, speed, adrenaline. Excitement! She had been having fun. She knew, of course, that exercise promoted endorphin production and efficiency. Workouts felt good, even if they hurt. But she really had not expected to have fun sparring with Beast Boy, of all people. The excitable shapeshifter was just... not the kind of person she enjoyed sparring with. He was too fast, for one. Raven might be powerful- she was powerful- but her abilities took time to envision, call up the power for, and then enact. Beast Boy's shapeshifting took only seconds for even massive size changes. On top of that, he was quick as a whip, able to start an attack for a new form before he had even begun shifting it. If he was, for example, a flying squirrel, he could coast over an enemy, then move his body the way a gorilla would, raising his tiny arms overhead for a powerful, two-handed downward strike. After shifting, adding gravity to the mix, was just his style and he did is so quickly she just could not keep up most of the time.
She hated losing. That's why she didn't like sparring with Beast Boy, or really any of the other Titans.
But thinking about her most recent partner brought more images swimming into her hazy consciousness. That same gorilla form, far larger than any natural one, as it lumbered toward her. Monseiur Malah, genetically modified in many ways, was relatively small compared to Beast Boy's huge, hairy body.
... In more ways than one.
That thought made Raven's face heat too, which caused an unpleasant, twinging tickle in her bruised cheek. Yes, bruised... she'd been struck, and hard. A huge, green, meaty hand with thick fingers had done it. Probably left a mark, too.
That would explain why some of her teeth felt a little loose. "Ugh..."
A high voice, just shy of shrill, yelped, "Ah!" Then, a moment later, just as excited but in a more bearable tone, "Starfire to Cyborg! Cyborg, friend Raven is waking up!"
There was a click, and then the robotic, filtered voice of their teammate and resident medic (aside from herself, anyway) came over the comm system, "Gotcha, Star. I'll be right there. Don't let her get up yet, not even to piss."
Piss. Vulgar, crude... true. She really needed to. But she knew a doctor's orders when they were given, for all neither she nor Cyborg were officially medically trained. He had the internet jacked into his brain, of course, and a fair bit of practice on top of that. He was definitely first-aid certified, they all were. Raven only had a good knowledge of anatomy and a better knowledge of magic. Healing was not her forte by any means, but her soul-self could do it at a basic level. Sometimes that was more effective than a surgery.
Why did her back hurt, though? Everything else, from the dry, cotton sensation in her mouth, to her raspy throat, and the ache in her skull and jaw were explained easily enough. Beast Boy's punch and medications would do that. Cyborg had said she wasn't to get up, either. Was it a spinal injury, then...?
She could feel and wiggle her toes, though the sensation was a bit strange with the pain medications she was on. She wasn't paralyzed, at least. That was good... right?
Wait, were you not supposed to move anything below where a possible break was? Or just not move the possible break area? Her brain was still foggy, the usual crisp and clean function scrambled by injury and medication, so Raven could not quite remember.
Fortunately, less than a minute after her best female friend- really her only female friend if you excluded rivals and enemies she shared a bit in common with- had made the call, Cyborg arrived in what Raven was now sure was the Tower's infirmary. "How's our girl doin'?"
The Titan in question felt two of her emotions- Pride and Anger- bristle at the implication that she was either a little girl in need of care, or belonged to the team, but as powerful and forceful as those two emotions could be, they were quickly shouted down by the rest, who could detect the worry and care in their largest teammate's voice. "M'fine," she croaked.
"Friend Raven is most assuredly not 'fine'," Starfire said reproachfully, "But she is awake now. The sedation timer says that she should still be unconscious for one Earth hour."
"That demonic blood," Cyborg grumbled, "I forgot to adjust for it, it burns through meds faster. 'Course, it also helps her heal faster, too. Don't gesture, Rae, just speak if you can. How're you feeling? And be honest."
Rather than lie, Raven simply said nothing for several moments. Then, "Hurts."
Just speaking that one word took more than she liked to admit. Not just in energy or concentration, but in willpower and vulnerability. She didn't like being weak. She hated it. Admitting that she was injured, in pain, was costly to her psyche if nothing else.
"I gotcha. Let's get some water in you... don't worry, cold and distilled, just like you like it. Gently now... straw first, don't sit up."
It was even more damaging to Pride to have to be fed through a bendy-straw like a baby, but Raven had to admit that, to her parched and cottony throat and mouth, the water was a gift worth all of it. She found herself glaring childishly as the straw was removed a few seconds later, "Whoah, easy there, Rae. Just let it settle, and I'll get you more, geez. I'm gonna move your bed a little more upright. You tell me- use words- if you feel any more pain. The slightest bit, okay?"
Again it took her a few seconds to respond, "Okay."
A wave of nausea broke over the Cambion as she shifted positions, her entire infirmary bed raising to about a forty-five degree angle without shifting her spine at all. She must have been strapped in.. that would explain why she could wiggle fingers and toes, but not move her arms and legs, at least. It was, if anything, a bit of a relief. Even if it made her worry for how bad the injury was. "Spine...?"
Her one-word question had both Starfire and Cyborg draw in an audible breath, and Raven imagined them sharing a significant, worried look before the larger of the two said, "Nothing yet. You have a small fracture or two. We're worried a fragment may've hit your spinal cord. Can you feel your toes...?"
In response, she twitched all ten of them, one at a time from left to right, "Yes."
"Good, good. No pain from moving?"
"Dizzy."
"Mm. That's normal, with the pain relievers. And the blow to your head. Both of them, really. Grass-stain did a number on you, that's for sure."
"B- Beast Boy?" Raven cracked her eyes. The left half of her vision was blurry and indistinct, but the half-demon could still see Starfire and Cyborg exchange another look, if only because their skin and hair colors were so different from the stark white background of the infirmary walls.
"Y- Yeah. Uh... how many fingers am I holding up?"
Raven stared at her oldest teammate's hand, "Two."
"Shit, uh... Rae, I'm holding up four."
"Two of your fingers aren't fingers," she groaned.
It might've been cruel to some, but Cyborg had, she thought, long come to terms with his status as part machine and part man. Starfire, to his right, giggled as she said it. Cyborg himself only groaned, "Well, at least your sense of humor is intact... What's the last thing you remember?"
She would have liked to blame it on the meds, or the head injury. Outwardly, she did. But inside, Raven knew full well that what she answered with was the honest truth: "Gorilla dong." She blushed the moment she realized she had said it. She hated blushing. Not just because it, too, seemed like weakness, but because it made her gray-toned skin a strange shade of lilac-purple she just did not like. "Uh..."
"Rae? Maybe you hit your head harder than I thought. You aren't making any sense."
"Robin and I have reviewed the footage from the impact. I believe friend Raven," Starfire piped up, "is referring to Beast Boy's green smorgack."
"His what?"
Raven, of course, knew exactly what the Tamaranean princess had meant. Not that she knew the word, though her Demontongue ability made the meaning known anyway. She truly knew because it had been at the forefront of her mind, right up there with the embarrassment of being called out for saying it. Maybe she could use her soul-self to just decapitate herself, right now? Pull the blood from her body? Lobotomize herself? Or... "Trigon, why don't you just take me right now..."
Of course, that was the moment her friend decided to answer the direct question in the way only an alien girl could. "His smorgack? The member that is used for the breeding of animals on your world? Ah, what did friend Bumblebee call it... ah! A Rooster!"
"What does a Rooster have to do with a...?"
"She means a cock," Raven croaked, and willed her soul-self to manifest since she was still strapped to the bed. The expenditure of energy came with a twinge of pain deep inside her, one that told the magus that she had worn her magical reserves to the bone to keep herself alive and healthy. Relatively so, anyway. Still, there was enough energy to bring the thin blanket up and cover her face. Maybe she could suffocate herself with it...? Put herself out of her misery?
"Oh. Well, why didn't you say- wait. Wait," Cyborg blustered suddenly, "You got distracted by that little Green-bean's dick?"
"It wasn't little at the time!" Raven shouted, hating herself even more the moment she said it. Damn those meds, for making her too chatty!
"I agree," Starfire giggled, "when Robin saw the footage, he gasped and said, 'Holy shit, that's huge!' I must agree, it was about the size of my arm. I do not know a Tamaranean man who would be able to manage that."
"Kill me now," Raven groaned from beneath the blanket.
But it was unheard. Cyborg's guffawing laughter and Starfire's giggling were just too loud.
Her next round of sedation, thankfully, ended with significantly less embarrassment. Even better, it ended with less pain, too. Even if she was not quite ready for the conversation she was about to have. Raven, if she were honest with herself (as she tried to be), knew she would never be ready for this particular one. "You're awake," their leader's voice rang out through the quiet infirmary. "Your breathing has been changing for ten minutes. Don't bother trying to hide it."
"Never could get anything by you," Raven croaked again.
Her throat wasn't quite as dry as last time, but despite his harsh, brusque tone, the straw with another cold class of water was at her lips in a moment. She drank gratefully, this time. Just as she was satisfied, the water withdrew. "Thank you," she murmured.
Somehow, Robin always knew. Some of it, she was sure, was because of his incredibly strict, strenuous training under Batman. His detective skills, his powers of observation and insight, were probably second only to the caped crusader himself, and all without empathy, telepathy, or anything else one might use to read people. On top of that, he was the first person besides herself to be inside the mind-scape that housed Raven's disparate parts and emotions.
He was the one who understood her best. It had been terrifying, knowing someone else had come so close to truly understanding her. But Robin did understand. At least as well as anyone without Trigon as a father could. ... And she had learned to trust him. For three years now, he had been her leader, her closest confidant. He was the only one who had a chance of understanding, after all, when she tried to explain why her emotions had to be kept on a very tight leash. He had seen them run amok, after all, and knew her powers were tied directly to them in a way that was eerily similar to Starfire's.
"Star tells me you were distracted by Beast Boy's... penis."
"Oh, fuck, we are not having this conversation," Raven groaned, and reached instinctively for the blankets. She realized only after hiding again that her legs and arms were unbound.
"I think we have to," Robin countered, his voice as cool and dispassionate as ever. "Are you sleeping with him?"
"What? No!" Raven cried, and yanked the blanket down to glare at Robin. Her head even raised off the pillow, "Don't be ridiculous!"
Robin, to his credit, reacted as he always did: A single blink, no other twitch of concern or reaction to her shout, which was more than a little out of character for her. "Raven."
"I mean, Beast Boy? Why would I- with him? With anyone?! You know what could happen!"
"I do," Robin nodded. Until this one, that had been the hardest conversation she and Robin had ever had. Harder even than during and after his first visit to Nevermore.
Explaining why you could never, ever have a child was hard. Explaining why she had to probably die before she was sixteen was hard too, but at least Robin had seen the pragmatic aspect of that. Even if he disagreed with her, Robin at least understood her reasoning. But this...
"I also know you two are closer than either of you want to admit, even to yourselves. I know you look to him for emotional support, and an easy friendship you don't have with anyone else. Not even me. Especially not me. I know too much about you, and that has you on edge all the time."
"That's insane," Raven told him flatly.
In the exact same way, Robin shot back, "Is it? Beast Boy is easy to like. He doesn't judge. He doesn't act like he cares what people are. And he shouldn't. The four of us, we know you better than anyone. Even Star, for all she can be pretty oblivious. Maybe your mother knew more, or Azar. But right now, we know you best. You like Beast Boy precisely because you know he'll never, ever judge you or look down on you. Is that wrong?"
Purple lips clapped shut along with her teeth as Raven actually forced herself to listen to her leader's words. Memories of making fun of him, or him making fun of her with no heat on either side flashed through her mind. Of admiring Beast Boy's spunk, his attitude, his never-give-up drive to do what was right. She remembered how hard he trained- harder than any of them except maybe Robin- to achieve the proficiency he had. How he cared, even if he acted like he didn't, about each of them. He was lonely, she saw that too. She knew it too, because of her empathy, but she knew what that looked like. He felt alone, in the same way she did.
Starfire might have been one of only two Tamaraneans that saw Earth on a regular basis (the other being her rather unfriendly older sister, Blackfire, who'd already consigned Starfire to a life of sexual slavery twice), but she had her people, at least, to empathize with. Cyborg was one of a kind, too, but he was half-human still, for all the incredible power of his prosthetics. Robin... he was a bit of an outlier, in that he was fully human, but trained so rigidly his social skills were... lacking. He was a great leader, but when it came to just talking to people, sometimes even Raven felt like she could do a better job, and she hated being social.
Raven herself was alone in a sense, because Cambions like her were incredibly rare in any universe. Most of them reveled in their darker nature for the powers it granted, too, pushing her further out of the norm. But there were others. She'd never met any, but Raven knew they were out there, could feel some of them beyond the fabric of reality, or far distant in this one. There were even a few others on Earth who weren't truly vile.
But Beast Boy... he truly was alone. There were other shifters, his birth mother having been one before her death, but no one could do it quite like him. No one knew exactly why or how his powers had manifested, and only Mento, his birth father, had been able to figure out how to help him control it.
But he still cared for them. Gave them every bit of easy companionship his too-big heart could spare. Always there to cheer them up, to make the others' day better, even at the cost of his own.
Raven swallowed past a sudden lump in her throat, and her violet eyes turned toward the domino mask Robin always wore, even in the Tower. "How is he?"
The Boy Wonder didn't need to ask who she meant. "Broken up. Upset. Guilty. I've already talked to him, explained that it wasn't his fault. All of us would've expected you to block that. He still blames himself."
"I don't," Raven murmured, and she meant it. "I... Alright, I'll admit I'm a little fond of the loud-mouth. I... you know I like all of you. I'd never have stayed if I..."
"I know," Robin picked up as she trailed off, and a rare gesture of compassion manifested as he raised a hand to cover hers and give her bicep a squeeze. "That's why we have to talk about this. I'll put it down as my job as leader if you want, but I would prefer to do it as your friend. Cy is going to talk to Beast Boy about it, so there's no conflict of interest on my end."
Raven nodded. Of all of them, Robin included, Cyborg was both the most mature (and sometimes the least, which was saying something if Beast Boy was concerned), and the wisest, the most level-headed. They looked to him for leadership, all of them, if Robin was lost or out of commission for a reason. "Fine... It's not like I can put up a fight right now. I'm depleted."
Robin actually smiled faintly, "I know. I can feel it- or at least I felt it when I touched you. You haven't been this tired in at least a year."
Raven glared, but it was soft because she knew he was right. "Go on, then. Say what you have to."
He nodded, and without further preamble, started right in at the deep end. "There are no rules in the Teen Titans against fraternization, like there are in the Justice League."
"I know," Raven muttered, and looked down at the blanket. How long had her dark purple fingernails been picking at it? She didn't know, but there was already a small hole in the works. "I've read the manual you wrote."
It hadn't bee necessary at first, but with Titans East and now North, he felt a bit of regulation was necessary to ensure they were all on the same page. "Good. We're teenagers, and... that sort of thing is expected. As long as it doesn't... interfere with combat readiness."
"I'm not having sex with anyone," Raven reminded him, this time a bit sternly herself, "I never have, and it's a fair bet I never will. Easier just to not, rather than have and stop."
He nodded once, accepting her statement for what it was: Truth, at least as far as Raven saw it. "Alright, good. That being said, I also know the way he looks at you when he thinks no one else is watching."
Raven groaned out loud, "Seriously? I'm an empath. You really don't need to tell me how he feels. It's really, really, really obvious. As obvious as his skin color."
To her surprise, Robin actually grinned and cracked a joke, "Racist, much?"
Thankfully, her sedatives were wearing off faster this time, and she shot back, "Only against assholes. So Beast Boy is safe."
Too late, she realized that she had almost complimented him, but Robin only smiled softly, "I'll tell him you said that if he ever asks me what you think of him."
Raven only groaned again, "What is this, middle school? A little note, 'Do you like so-and-so, check yes or no?"
Robin didn't say anything.
After several minutes of silence, broken only by their breathing and the quiet hum of fans or machines, she broke first. "Fine! Fine, you win! He's alright, okay? I don't- hate him. I'm still not going to sleep with him. I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't hate you or Cyborg either, and I'm not sleeping with you!"
"I had noticed that, actually," Robin smirked, proudly this time, "I would think I would notice if we were... that intimate."
Her face heated again, but at least her leader kept his mask over her neck-line. At least, she hoped he had. With the mask, you could never be a hundred percent sure. "I hate you."
"No you don't," he replied casually, then shook his head, "Seriously, though, Raven... we all know. You don't have to hide it. If you like him, then fine. If you don't, then that's fine, too. But we all know it. Even he knows it, and he's oblivious to everyone sometimes."
She felt her face heat again. "What?"
"He knows. I don't know how, but when we were talking about the incident, he... mentioned that you wouldn't like him anymore after this. And it wasn't like, a friend or team-mate like. He's worried you're... well, that whatever feelings you did or do have for him won't be the same after this. So I have to ask: Will they be?"
Her eyes narrowed, "Are you trying to gossip with me about my love-life, Dick Grayson?"
Robin laughed, which surprised her even more. "No, no I'm not. I'm asking purely for team dynamics. Do you hate him for punching you, putting you in a coma for three days, and almost shattering your spine?"
"Of course not," she growled back, "It was a training accident. Things happen. I'm... going to be alright. ... Right?"
Robin nodded, "The bones are almost healed, a few more hours and Cyborg says you'll be good to release. He would prefer you stay the rest of the night for observation, though."
Raven sank into the bed, much relieved. She hadn't been that worried... so why so much better, why did she feel so much lighter, now?
"Tell him," Robin said, "tell him you don't blame him. I'll send him in after we're done. I don't need an answer, Raven, but I want you to think about it. And if things do change, please tell me. Not because I want to gossip, but because I do care. I want you two to be happy, with each other or not."
"I'm not with Beast Boy!"
Robin actually lifted his gloved hands as several objects in the infirmary started to shake with her sudden fit of anger, "I know, I know. I'm just saying if. And if- when you do talk- if you can find out what he's still hiding from me, I'd appreciate it. He was strangely tight-lipped about how he got the drop on you. I know what happened, I... saw. I just don't know why. He isn't normally... like that, and he wasn't saying why."
Raven swallowed. She had noticed that, too.
"I'll try."
"Thank you," Robin nodded, then stepped away from the bed, "You're going to be on guard duty at the Tower for a few days while you heal up. Before you protest, you should know Cy says that most people with injuries like yours are laid up for weeks at minimum. You've only been down for three days, and you'll be up and walking tomorrow. Just..."
He didn't say anything else, but eventually shrugged and started walking for the door. He stopped with his hand hovering over the security sensor-plate and looked back over his shoulder, "Seriously, Rae. You don't have to make up your mind right away, but I do want you to consider it. Not doing at least that much would be lying to yourself. Have a good night."
The door slid shut behind him, and for a long time the only noise in the infirmary was the fans again. Even Raven's own breathing was so faint as to be inaudible to her.
Beast Boy did not enter afterward though, not until well after Raven eventually felt herself drift off to a non-sedated, normal sleep.
Raven dreamed. That was not unusual for her; the human side of her physiology practically demanded it. The demonic side manifested in making a great many of those dreams nightmares, but did not otherwise interfere in that normal process. Normally, anyway. Sometimes she had more control, sometimes less, over what her dream-self did. Often, no doubt due to the darkness inherent in her, when she had less control it was worse than she would ever contemplate doing while conscious.
But her dreams that night, laying for the fourth time in the infirmary bed in Titan Tower, were somehow both nightmare... and shockingly pleasant.
It began normally enough. She saw the hulking, green-furred form of a massive ape bearing down on her, one arm lifted, just as it had been moments before she was knocked unconscious. A bit startling, but not truly scary. She could block that, if she wasn't... distracted.
That penis...
As long as her forearm, and her hand too, and equally thick, it slapped against the meaty, muscular thighs. Its shape was mostly human, she knew, as well. Raven might not have ever wanted to have sex because she wanted zero chance of bringing another of Trigon's doors into the universe, but she still read. And she was, among other things, also a teenage girl. She was, after all, curious.
It drew her attention in the dream exactly as it did in life, and the hand raised, the blow coming down...
Even dreaming, she knew it was at that point that she lost consciousness. Somehow, a part of her had been aware enough to at least surmise that she had flown backward too, no doubt to slam into the equipment on racks some twenty feet behind her. That was what had caused her spinal injury, and the second blow to her head.
That was not what happened in her dream, however.
The meaty hand came down, yes, but it did not make a fist that connected with her jaw, sending her spinning as she flew through the air. Instead, it engulfed her waist, lifting her entirely from the ground with a yelp. Then it threw her down to the sparring mat before she could draw another breath.
Then... the huge, five-ton gorilla (or so her dream-self told her) was on her.
Not punching, hitting, or biting (though a dark part of her might have appreciated that, too). Instead, the stubby, strong fingers, each as thick as her wrist, ripped and tore apart her training outfit. Her dream-self shivered as Raven's breasts, silvery with lavender-colored nipples and areolae, were exposed to the air... and the hungry gaze of the green monster over her.
It was a monster, huge, indomitable, terrifying... and in its eyes, Beast Boy.
Her friend.
Someone she trusted... and yes, as Robin had said, almost beyond any other. Certainly in a way she trusted no one else, similar to how she trusted Robin in a way she did no one else, only... different.
And he was assaulting her. Huge hands pawed at her waist, her breasts, fingers wrapped around her throat, constricting just a little.
Her shorts were torn apart too, and she felt it. Not just saw with her eyes, though she could do that too, as the dark green cap of Beast Boy's massive gorilla cock slapped between her breasts. No, as impressive as that sight was, Raven was more impressed with the tactile sensations in that moment. It was, for one thing, scorchingly hot. It felt as if the fires of hell itself, or perhaps even Trigon's home universe, rested on her silver-gray skin. It multiplied her own heat, stoked the fire in her core far beyond that of anything infernal. Instead, it was as if the radiance and heat of the heavens themselves rested on an arm-sized shaft along her belly, stretching from her now-bare groin to between her breasts, at least eighteen inches long and three wide.
Heavy, too, the thing pressed down hard enough she had to work more just to breath, aside from the mauling the gorilla's arms were giving her. Raven gasped as two thick fingers and a thumb tweaked her left nipple, pulled on it hard, then released to send her tit jiggling back into its normal form. "Beast Boy," she heard her dream-self moan, "More!"
More? Why was she calling for more? She didn't want Beast Boy sexually- didn't want anyone sexually. The magus couldn't risk it if she did! She most certainly didn't want to have sex with that monster cock! That would shatter her organs!
But the gorilla-friend-teammate only listened to what her dream self cried out, not what she thought. It shuffled forward a few inches, and she was assaulted by more sensory information. The heat and weight were stifling, but the smell of it! Musk, yes, but Beast Boy was fastidous about cleaning himself in a way he never would be about cleaning his room. Thus, it was a masculine, manly sort of smell despite being strangely primal and animalistic, too. A part of Raven had expected one or the other, but the combination of both scents... it was doing something to her. Her dream-self inhaled sharply as the head of Beast Boy's dick came close to her lips.
The scent made her shiver so! There was a tiny bit of lubrication there, just at the tip, too, and the hint of odor it gave off was... intoxicating.
Beast Boy's ape hips shifted, thrusting his cock along her body once, twice, accompanied by the loud whuff, whuff of cavernous lungs, no doubt each as large as her whole torso. The friction there, as his shaft slid between her breasts and along her body, was indescribable. She wanted- no, Raven needed more. And right that instant.
Beast Boy obliged, thrusting again. This time, Raven took advantage. Her long tongue, pink but a little darker than a normal human's, a little longer and slightly more sensitive too, slipped out to lick away the pre-cum.
Above her, towering overhead, covering her completely from the harsh lights of the training room, Beast Boy grunted in pleasure as she did it, and his hips bucked against her again.
The heat, the weight, the smell, the friction, even the sound of panting, desperate, hungry breaths was too much. Adding another sense drove Raven- at least her dream-self- insane with need. It was disgusting, gross, truly vile, to have a gorilla's pre-cum in her mouth.
The golden-pearl liquid felt like molten steel on her tongue, tasted of copper and blood in some ways, with a salty aftertaste. Raven wanted to vomit.
Dream-Raven... cried out again, "More!"
Her body ached. Ached with desire, with hunger, with empty, cloying need... but even her dream-self knew she could not go further. So Raven opened her mouth, and raised her hands. They covered the shaft and her breasts, nestling it between them tightly, "Use me," her dream self whispered, and her waking self gasped in horror and awe as Beast Boy, surprisingly gentle for all his own obvious desire, reached down to rest a hand on her jaw- the same jaw he had broken in reality- and cup it, holding her tenderly. The other hand gripped her shoulder and held on tighter as he started to thrust in earnest.
She was shocked at how good it felt. Not just being used, though there was a strangely accepting, submissive part of her that shocked Raven to the core. That part wanted that gorilla to shove his huge rod so far up her cunt she could feel it in her throat. Maybe her demonic side would accommodate it? Stranger things had happened, after all.
But the sheer physical pleasure Raven's dream-body felt at having his shaft rubbing up and down her torso, between her breasts, her own hands on her nipples adding a little more... the taste of it as his head entered her gaping-open mouth, only to pop back out. As it did, more and more of that heady, musky odor filled her nostrils. More pre-cum coated her tongue. Above her, she watched and heard as Beast Boy's colossal body grew warmer, his movements and his eyes more frantic.
She knew, intellectually, what was coming.
Dream-Raven wanted it desperately, almost as badly as for him to fuck her brains out.
Waking-Raven, real Raven, was... Well, she felt like she should still be absolutely disgusted, appalled. But she was... not.
Intrigued might be a better word for how she felt, with a side of aroused.
So she watched from within herself, without protest, as that massive rod moved away and toward her vision, spearing into her mouth, running along the track she created with her full, firm tits and hands. She let him use her, and she reveled in it as she felt the shaft start to throb at the same moment Beast Boy's pants changed to grunts.
Then one more, massive lurch, and her face was suddenly very hot. Then her mouth, and she swallowed on reflex. Several times, in fact, because the substance that filled the entire cavity was sticky, viscous, and pungent.
She had thought the pre-cum was disgusting, but this was- so much more. More gross, more vile, more arousing than any human's cum could possibly be! Raven gulped as quickly as she could, all while savoring the flavor and the scent that filled her sinuses, coated her tongue and throat, and sprayed all over her face, in her hair, and down her front.
As her dream-self whited out too, in a much different fashion than her waking body had days ago, Raven could not decide.
Was that the worst nightmare she had ever had...? Or...
Had she enjoyed it far too much?
In the end, as violet eyes fluttered open in the early morning hours, she decided it didn't matter. They weren't mutually exclusive, after all.
Additionally, I am now opening COMISSIONS.
I will write anything LEGAL (as in, not violating age legalities) that is within a fandom I know anything about, if your idea sparks even a little interest for these amounts (via or Venmo).
I will not be comfortable writing abuse toward or from the central characters, or 'grooming'.
You can also get One-Shots (or a series of them) by becoming an $8 Patron. That's far cheaper overall, but the length of the work will be decided by me in that case (based on your idea and how many words it takes to get it 'done' to a publishable place).
And if you've ever been interested in creating an OC, or even an SI, and putting it into the FwB verse (or others) to have some fun with the characters, well... I also do that for the higher two tiers of Patrons. In case that's added incentive. ;)
All amounts should be in U.S. currency (as that is where I am located and pay my taxes).
5000~ words (/- 500) = $15.00
6000-12000 words (/- 1000) = $25.00
13000-20000 words (/- 2500) = $35.00
22000-50000~ = $50.00
Longer on request, but expect $75.00-$100.00.
Contacting me via PM is probably the fastest way without joining my (which also allows access to my semi-exclusive Discord).