April 13th 2016 Brightedge City, Barbaric Bison Coffee House, 8:00 PM EDT
I got a call after meeting with Silver from someone I hadn't expected. Specifically, Thorn. The pretty goth got in touch with me because she apparently KNEW Raven. Barbie had hit a dead end and asked Zee because she knew my sorceress ran in similar circles to the the half demon. Thorn had overheard and realized that the girl Barbie asked about sounded familiar.
She told me where I could meet up with the girl, but made me promise to take her along, which was how I ended up meeting Thorn in front of Barbaric Bison Coffee house, home of, no joke, a fucking poetry slam. I cringed just thinking about it, but remembering the size of the half demon's rack made the mental image at least slightly more bearable. Thorn meanwhile thought it was super cool, and was excited to check it out. Since Thorn was here I naturally had to wear my mask, but it was fine since that was how Raven had met me to start with.
I supposed I could see the appeal of the poetry slam for Raven at least. She didn't really seem like the social type. I wasn't sure why she'd been at Midnite's that night, but I suspected it had to do with the demonic clientele. This kind of place would be more mellow, and if she had to go out and socialize they would be pretty much ideal for someone with her inclinations.
I slipped my hand into a pocket and withdrew a trinket I'd made. A ring that suppressed demonic bloodlines when worn. Given all the constraints I'd been able to squeeze it into D rank, bringing me down to three point two five million. It wouldn't fix her problem, given the power involved I'd probably need something higher rank than she was for a full cleansing, but it would hold down the taint well enough to give her some breathing room.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Band of Holy Binding- D rank. A ring imbued with the power of the divine to combat evil. A shining symbol to suppress the darkness. The bane of demonic taint.]
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Thorn. I was torn between being impressed and rolling my eyes. Impressed because the corset top and painted on leather pants looked amazing on her, rolling my eyes because..."Are you wearing a fucking BERET?" I asked incredulously.
She sniffed in a dignified manner. "It's called fashion. You aren't part of this community so you wouldn't understand. I'm on the cutting edge of goth style." She winked and blew me a kiss with wine red lips. I found it hard to be annoyed at it. She was actually kind of cute. Granted I was at least partially looking at her through dick tinted glasses, but still, I genuinely liked Thorn. She was sweet.
"Yeah, you goths know all about cutting edges." I said with a smug smile. At her faux gasp of outrage I held out my arm. "Anyway, we'll need to actually go in to find her. What do you say we head inside and find a seat. I promise not to make fun of you if you read a poem. Much. Probably."
She pouted at me fetchingly. "It's an open mic, so I might sing something. Or would you make fun of me for that too?"
I could tell she actually cared how I answered that. "Of course not. I know how much your music means to you. Poetry is kind of pretentious, but music is art." I didn't actually care about her music, but my old slut taming instincts had reared their heads and I rattled off the first sensitive artistic line that popped into my head. Just because I could care about people now didn't make every thing my girls said magically interesting. Sometimes bullshit was the right response and it was nice to know I still had it.
That said, I wasn't against hearing Thorn sing. It would be way better than hearing some goth assholes whine about their dark and brooding souls or whatever. Because I felt like enjoying the view, I let her go first, enjoying the way she worked those leather pants. It felt nice to relax a bit, just be out with one of my girls with none of the bullshit. I had a few days until that party with Silver, maybe I should try some more downtime.
Stepping through the door of the coffee shop I stopped in my tracks. Not because of the gloomy atmosphere or the overstuffed chairs around the two foot tall stage, no, I stopped because I smelled something fucking AMAZING. Turning to head to the counter I rapped on the surface. "Hey man." I said to the bored looking guy with the lip ring. "What the hell is that smell and how much do I have to pay to eat what's making it?"
He rolled his eyes as he flipped through some leather bound book. "Coffee cake." He said shortly, mostly ignoring me. "Five for a piece."
I considered bitching him out about the reading, but what the fuck did I care if some guy paid attention to me. I dropped a twenty on the counter. "Four." I said shortly. If he was going to be a dick I didn't have a reason to pretend to give a shit about politeness.
He sighed in annoyance and got up to go get four pieces of coffee cake. I passed one to Thorn and took the other three, turning my back on the asshole as we headed to look for a table. Thorn took a bite, moaning at the taste, which made me want to try one, but I decided not to start eating as I noticed a familiar figure sitting in the back.
And it WAS the figure that was familiar. Her face was in shadow under an oversized hoodie and her head was down, but there was no hiding those jumbo sized goth titties. A quick appraisal confirmed I'd found my target, and I dragged Thorn over with me to join her at her table.
She sighed as we sat down. "I'm not looking for company. Please find your own table." She slouched a bit in her chair, which only had the unintentional side effect of making her tits push up. I glanced down to enjoy the view, but stopped myself, time for that later.
I pushed a slice of the coffee cake over toward her. She looked up from under the hood, pale face inscrutable. She stared at me for a second. "I know you." She said blandly. "But I don't. You seem...different."
Raising an eyebrow at her, I shrugged. "I didn't expect you to remember me. Yeah, I'm stronger now. Hard to explain." I wasn't going into detail, but people got more powerful all the damn time. No reason for that to seem suspicious, even if I'd gone up more than a few rungs on the food chain.
She shook her head. "Not that. You're not the same anymore. You were creepy last time. Your emotions were...shallow. Lust, hunger, all ways to consume. You were like a yawning void of want with no substance. It was why I told you to buzz off so quickly. Now you seem like...more. Still plenty of lust and hunger, but there's other things too." She cocked her head at me. "What happened to you?" Ah, empathy. I hadn't read between the lines on her appraisal, but it had mentioned being linked to emotions so maybe I should have. Explained why she seemed so hostile last time we met.
I decided to be at least partially honest. "I undid something unfortunate my mother did. She's an immortal fae tyrant and she's kind of an asshole. Messed me up after I was born."
That got a sympathetic nod, and to my surprise she took the coffee cake and took a small bite. She looked like a fucking squirrel nibbling on an acorn. It was kind of adorable. "I can sympathize. Is that what you came here for? Because as much as I feel for your plight, I have no interest in joining some sort of club for people with bad supernatural parents."
Grinning, I reached into a pocket and pulled out the ring, placing it on the table. "Not at all. It just made me more likely to work on your problem. I couldn't stop thinking about you after we talked." I said flirtatiously. Thorn pouted a bit but didn't say anything since we weren't actually together yet. I'd have to make her feel special later.
She was staring hard at the ring. "What is that?" She asked quietly, her voice intense. I was pretty sure she had some kind of magic sight, based on her ability to sense my power and see how it had changed. She most likely had some vague idea of what she was looking at, but I decided to fill in the blanks.
"It's a band of holy binding. A specialty magical item." I made sure not to sound too smug, lest she think this was a trap. "It can suppress demonic taint. Sadly it won't rid you of it entirely, but it will keep it under control until I can find a more permanent solution for you." At B rank there was no fucking chance I'd be able to cleanse her anytime soon. Her father's bloodline was most likely even higher level, but since it was IN her, a B rank cleansing method should be enough. That would cost a metric fuck ton of points though.
Still, even a temporary stopgap would get her feeling indebted to me. It wouldn't be enough to mark her, given I already KNEW what her mark condition was since she'd told me, but I could get started getting her on my side at least. She looked at it longingly, clearly believing what I said, but still cautious.
"You don't strike me as a man who gives something for nothing." She said accusingly. "I've felt your lust when you look at my body. You want to have sex with me."
I very much did, and the idea of a Raven sandwich with that fat tittied slut from superbabes made me literally salivate, but this was a long game. Plus...I didn't think I'd enjoy fucking her as much knowing it was just because of the ring. It wouldn't have bothered me before, but something about it just felt...pointless. If I couldn't tame her myself what was the point? A snug hole to use? I had plenty of those.
"Yes." I agreed casually. "But I'm not going to hold the ring over your head. It's yours. I need your help with some emotion stuff after what's been going on with me. But the ring is yours either way." I'd told Ingrid I wouldn't have Raven cut off my emotions, but the girl was a fucking demonic schizo. She used special meditation to manage and control her feelings, and those sounded useful to stop my bullshit overreactions.
As for giving her the ring...I was pretty sure it would pay off. I was making the same call I always would have. Leverage was key when dealing with anyone, and having that over her head would be useful. More than that though, I was pretty sure Raven was a decent person. I thought being a decent person was pretty stupid still, but I understood caring about shit enough now to believe she would try to repay that gratitude even more vehemently than if I had directly leveraged the ring.
She picked it up, looking at me uncertainly, and then slipped it on her finger. She cast a few muttered spells first, probably making sure it did what I told her it did before putting it on, but once she did, she gasped slightly. I saw a SHIFT in her. Her nature changed, and a quick appraisal showed me that a decent chunk of her power had been suppressed, bringing her to C rank, but she was still pretty powerful.
Those bright purple eyes filled with wetness, and she averted her gaze so I didn't see the tears. I didn't feel sorry for her or anything, but part of me felt...pride. She was beautiful, and I made her look like that. Maybe doing shit for other people wasn't so bad sometimes. Of course I was going to fuck those fat tits someday or I wouldn't have bothered, but still. "So." I said. Picking up the coffee cake. "How do you feel?" Damn, this coffee cake really WAS good.
April 13th 2016 Brightedge City, Barbaric Bison Coffee House, 10:00 PM EDT
Since she was so off kilter we decided to stay and let Raven enjoy her night. She was emotional and raw and that wouldn't have been useful for my training anyway, plus she was actually stupid cute being all shy and reserved. Granted, her massive tits probably didn't hurt my enjoyment of watching her, but seeing how weirdly excited she got over some terrible poetry was kind of funny.
Thorn decided to take the time to sing, at least partly I think to impress me because she was sulky that I was paying so much attention to the bustier of the two goths. I have to say I was impressed by her musical ability, even if her song wasn't exactly my scene. Raven seemed to love it based on the slight bopping of her head, which based on her stoicism was pretty much screaming and whipping off her top in Raven-ese.
Since I was wearing my mask and Thorn and Raven both only knew me as Mammon, inviting them back to the Hall was out. I figured sticking around would give me a chance to gather some intel on the half demon before working with her. Gigantic bouncing jugs are fantastic, but they don't really speak to competence, and her rank could easily be from raw power.
Because of that, I kept a close eye on her as she watched Thorn sing her song (something she said she wrote with a friend of hers that she called 'trap of love') and was pleased to see that even with her obvious excitement she kept a firm hold on her emotions. The training she'd had was clearly effective, and I was hopeful it would be useful to me too.
When Thorn sauntered back over to the table she was practically oozing smugness, she couldn't have been more obviously fishing for my attention if she'd tattoed 'notice me senpai' across her ass and bent over in my face.
"That was lovely, Thorn." I said with a soft smile. "You've got a gift for that kind of thing." I'd normally have flattered her a bit more, but Raven was here, and her empathy made exaggerating TOO much a bad idea. It was good practice actually, having to match my actions to my emotions within a reasonable tolerance level. I wasn't going to be completely open or anything, but I had to have at least a deniable level of sincerity. It was a tough line to walk.
She smiled at me prettily. "Thank you so much Mammon. I'm so glad you liked it." I saw her consider being kind of an asshole for my attention, but in the end she was such a genuinely nice girl she decided to turn to Raven. "How about you Rae? Did you like the song."
The hybrid flushed, nearly imperceptibly to almost anyone else in the room. "I thought it was very well done. You said you wrote that with a friend of yours?"
Thorn's smile was nostalgic as she answered. "Daphne. She's amazing. She solves mysteries with her friends, and she's pretty and sweet and smart and stylish." She reached up to tug her red streaked black hair. "I wish I had pretty red hair like she does. Anyway she wrote that for her ex-boyfriend Fred when they broke up. He was pretty weird, completely obsessed with traps. Nice enough guy, but he paid her almost no attention."
I wisely chose not to mention the gushing about her friend, though I noted that Thorn was PROBABLY bisexual, and planned to introduce her to my own sexy mystery solving redhead. I had no doubt Barbie would eat the cute little goth up, and that would be a good way to transition her into meeting Nick and not just knowing me as Mammon.
Raven on the other hand, seemed fascinated, and asked to hear more about Daphne and some of her adventures. Thorn seemed thrilled to talk about her friend and chattered on, telling stories about men in masks, complicated schemes, and a talking dog best friend, which I immediately decided I would have someday. I was definitely going to upgrade Magnus so he could actually talk, that sounded awesome.
It was...weird. Seeing how affectionate Thorn was being about her friend. Caring about people I wanted to fuck was new, but at least made sense. Having actual friends I was that invested in...honestly that wasn't something I understood. Zack and I had grown up together, but I'd bailed on him as soon as it became inconvenient to keep him around, and Waylon and I were...kind of friends? But I mostly kept him around because he was useful.
Not that I for a second believed Thorn didn't want the redhead (who was a bombshell, Thorn had pictures on her phone) to sit in her face. But still, it made me think about some of what I was supposed to be doing. Maybe I should try hanging out with Waylon sometime outside of operations.
I was kind of curious actually, had Raven even had any friends up to this point? I was pretty positive she hadn't been dating anyone given the conditions of her powers. She seemed like she was kind of alone. It was weird, because I could almost see myself in her situation. Different, but similar, in that I couldn't feel before and she didn't want to.
Identifying similarities between another person and myself and feeling a little bad for them based on those similarities were an early stage of sympathy, according to Ingrid. Empathy was something different, and not something I understood well based on her explanation, but she said sympathy was a good start.
"So." I asked Raven casually during a lull in their conversation. "Where did you learn how to control your emotions like you do?" I felt like if it was a common sort of skillset my dad might have had similar training, but I didn't think he did. He was always more emotionally driven than I was, not that it was a high bar.
I understood more than a few of his choices over the years better now. Before I would just assume he was confident enough in victory to make subpar choices for his own amusement. I'd done that a few times, and gods knew I let my dick do the leading more than once, but it wasn't the same.
It was funny, because I'd judged so many people for their subpar choices driven by emotion, but now I could barely function with the same feelings. The concept of emotional control seemed so simple when I didn't fucking have any, but now every feeling we overwhelming to an absurd degree. I found myself constantly distracted and agitated and contradicting things I'd JUST thought. I was even speaking less formally in my Mammon guise, though this wasn't exactly a formal interaction, and my mask would prevent them from noticing if they met me anyway.
Raven sighed, and I was jerked out of my distraction as she answered. "My mother." She said sadly. "She was...a good person. An amazing person really. She fell in with a bad crowd as a young woman and got tricked into taking part in a ritual where they offered her as a sacrifice to my father. A virgin sacrifice. He...I was conceived during that ritual. She never held it against me, however. She dedicated her life to teaching me how to harness and make peace with what I was."
Her voice was flat, but not apathetic. It was cold and dull, numb rather than uncaring. She kept going though. "She was part of an order of monks called the order of Azar, who lived in a pocket realm called Azerath. A realm that was...destroyed. Because of me. Because of the demon inside me." She reached down to fiddle with the ring. The runes on the band began to squirm, but it held. That thing was able to hold out as long as she didn't actively try to draw from her demonic powers.
Thorn looked heartbroken for her, reaching out to take the other girl's hand. "Hey. Your dad used you. That isn't your fault. I'm sure your mom would be proud of who you are now. If you're the Raven I'm thinking of, you do a lot of good. I didn't make the connection until you mentioned the demon stuff just now. I'm sorry for your loss though, my mom died when I was young too. I miss her every day."
Raven gave her a hesitant smile back. I felt awkward. They were having a moment and I had no real context for it. Or...maybe I did. My dad had died, and I clearly cared enough that it broke my seal. When no one spoke for a minute I got back to my original line of questioning. "So she taught you how to meditate and control your feelings to help combat your demonic heritage?"
Seeming to snap out of her funk, Raven nodded. "Yes. The monks were dedicated to inner peace and self discipline. SHe helped me practice that every day, and I learned many exercises."
"Are you willing to teach them to me?" I didn't beat around the bush. I'd told her the ring was hers either way, and I wasn't pissing off an unstable B ranker (C for now) over something I could probably figure out on my own eventually. That didn't mean I wouldn't make the attempt to ask, because the whole skillset sounded damn useful.
I think she was surprised I asked. Hell, I was surprised I asked. Mostly because I wasn't completely sure I cared, but some part of me wanted to know if it would hurt her more to show me how to do this. Sympathy. Weird. She nodded stoically though. "Yes, I'm happy to help. You..." She reached down and fiddled with the ring. "You don't know what even this much relief means to me."
"You should be careful with that." I pointed out. "It's not a real fix. It's enough to keep your blood suppressed when you're just living your life, but if you use your power it's going to break past the binding. You're not just magically fixed." Not with a D ranked ring, no matter how specific it was to her.
She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. During the times I use my power I was already on edge and managing myself carefully. The difference is that I was doing that all the OTHER times I was aware as well. Not just aware. Even in my sleep I needed to meditate, making sure to put myself in a trance before bed to prevent disturbing dreams. Now though...this is everything to me."
Not everything, since I could tell she hadn't been branded, but I hadn't expected her to be. This was pretty much the absolute best case scenario. "Alright, so what am I supposed to do? Close my eyes and count to a million? Beat up an inner version of myself?"
The smile she gave was as nostalgic as the one when she mentioned her mother. "No. None of that. There are no shortcuts. I asked the same things. The exercises we're going to do are going to be long and arduous. We're going to have to invest significant time into training you."
I'd assumed that. "So...where do we do it? There's a room in the back of this place for private readings. We could rent that out. Or we could use your place."
"I'm willing to host, though I'm staying at a hotel. I came to the city to study the changes, as did most of the powerful magic users who have come here." I wondered if she'd make any headway? Not that I cared, it wasn't like she'd find any evidence of my involvement. She wasn't in the system's league.
"Sound's good." I said solemnly. "We can start whenever you have the free time." Because I wanted to get this shit under control. I was crawling out of my skin here. Hopefully Raven's training could do something to help. And hey, even if not, maybe she'd wear something less concealing than the hoodie. I didn't mind spending some time staring at those giant goth jugs. Judging by the slight, almost undetectable flush on her ashen cheeks, she knew it too. Maybe this would be fun after all.
April 13th 2016 Brightedge City, The Orchard Hotel, 11:00 PM EDT
Thorn came with us back to the hotel. Raven seemed happy to have her along, (though it was honestly hard to tell if you weren't paying attention, that girl did NOT emote) and she even volunteered to work with us on meditation techniques if Raven was up for it. Given her latent magic learning something like that would be beneficial to her growth.
She texted Zee to ask permission, which I thought was cute, but in the end followed after us, seemingly happy just to be around me. She wasn't being nearly so competitive anymore, the idea of learning some magic after all the research and exercises Zee had her working on was exciting enough to distract her from showing off for me, and she just seemed genuinely interested in getting to know Raven more.
Though the girl was apparently not redhead exclusive, because even she couldn't ignore Ravens massive goth mammaries once we got back to the hotel and she took off her hoodie, just about ready to come busting out of a tank top that she was wearing under the sweater and over a pair of shorts.
In a way, it was kind of nice. I'd been pretty conflicted and going through a lot of turmoil since regaining my humanity, but the sight of those beach ball tits and all that pale exposed flesh made my brain almost turn off for a minute. Raven was clearly aware of it too, because she froze, looking up at me a bit shyly with a small dusting of blush on her pale cheeks.
"Goddess those are some fat tits!" Blurted Thorn as she stared. I smirked and turned to look at her while Raven's cheeks darkened slightly. The more lithe goth girl blushed herself, her face turning as red as the streaks in her hair. "I...am so sorry. I don't know why I said that. I just...I was surprised. Are you wearing a push up bra or something? Because size aside those can't possibly be that perky. What cup size is that even?"
Raven shook her head slowly. "No. I don't wear bras. I don't need them. Half-demon physiology keeps them in place. No sag and they don't really effect my back." She coughed slightly. "They're...um, double E. I usually keep them covered because they can be attention grabbing, but I'm kind of distracted and I didn't think about it. I can go put on something less revealing."
I shrugged. "If you want. But I think having some resistance training for my meditation would help. Hell of a distraction to overcome."
Snorting, the bustier of my two goth companions raised an eyebrow. "You know I can feel you emotions right? Your lust is hardly subtle. You just like staring at my breasts." She bit her lip, then sighed. "But...I guess it doesn't hurt anything. You aren't wrong about distraction being good for your training. Plus it's not like you seeing them hurts me or anything." She narrowed her eyes at me. "You promise you'll still work hard at the exercises and won't just stare?"
That was an easy promise to make. "That's why I'm here. I won't do you the disservice of trying to convince you they aren't pleasant to look at, but I've seen fat tits before. I can control myself." Literally actually, because my bodily control was the only reason I wasn't hard as a rock. Even that was taxing, because my new and improved emotions were being hijacked by my draconic nature. I was horny and I wanted to be the meat in a goth sandwich.
Thorn raised a hand. "I...should I leave?" We both looked at her. "Because I'm going to be honest, I'm pretty damn attracted to you Raven, and this is going to make actually learning impossible for me. Maybe I should just go so I don't get in the way."
Raven's face wilted slightly. Barely enough for a normal person to perceive, but it was there. I grinned internally. I was starting to get the feeling Raven wasn't as opposed to sexual conduct here as her stoic nature implied. She felt me realize that and turned to me with a baleful look, her cheeks heating further. She wanted to play with her new ring, to enjoy a bit of the carnal fuckery that normal people our age got upto, but she wasn't going to say it.
I winked at her before turning to Thorn with a smile. "I don't think you'd get in the way, Sally." I said, using her real name. "In fact, I think you would be really valuable to our training. Raven is a beautiful woman, and very distracting, but you're quite lovely yourself. Maybe you could help add another layer to my resistance training. If you're comfortable with that of course."
Thorn's eyes widened. "You mean like...show myself off?" She swallowed hard. "To both of you?" She reached up, pulling on a lock of her hair slightly. It was fucking adorable. "I haven't really done that before. Like I've been with girls, and even gotten kind of far with a guy or two. But never both." I was assuming she hadn't fucked the redhead given her demeanor about that, but having seen pictures of her old band I wasn't shocked she'd munched some rug. Those other two girls were almost definitely at least bi.
I wanted her. I'd wanted her before, when I saw her, but now I wanted her BAD. Not just her either. I wanted them both. Wanted to possess them like treasure. The beast in my chest was roaring at me to take them here, and I could see Raven's pupils dilating as she was inundated with primal draconic lust, though that was literally the only sign, since that emotion control training had definitely helped her keep a lid on things like that.
"You don't have to." I said reluctantly. "If you aren't comfortable you can go." The old catch and release was a classic and not something I'd ever had trouble with before, but voluntarily offering her an out, while the optimum strategy for getting her later, was almost physically painful right now. I wanted to push. Wanted to dominate her. Wanted to hear that pretty melodic voice squealing my name as I pounded her into the floor of this fucking hotel room.
Raven tensed a bit, and I realized that since she could feel this storm of lust and hunger she would understand what was going to happen if Thorn left. I was holding back because of the other girl. I was going to straight up ask to fuck Raven if Thorn left. IMMEDIATELY. And I had good reason to believe she would say yes, or at least stoically permit me to do it without comment.
Thorn gave a ragged breath. "I...I'm attracted to both of you. I wouldn't mind...helping with your training. But what should I do?" Her voice sounded vulnerable and a bit uncertain. I let my cock harder like it had wanted to this whole time, and Raven licked her lips, unblinking eyes watching us.
"Well." I said casually. "I think if we're going for full distraction here, Raven could make herself a bit more eye catching easily enough." I gave her a hungry look. "If you're willing to do that for me." I glanced down at where her tits were almost spilling out.
Her voice as she responded was as monotone and calm as ever. "I decided to help you with this training at any price because of your generous gift. I'm willing to do anything you think would aid you in reaching your goal." She swallowed heavily. "What kind of...distraction should I pose."
The rush of knowing I could use this fucking gorgeous half demon was almost a drug. My pulse was pounding, my palms were sweating. I hadn't wanted a woman this bad in...well, ever. I'd wanted to fuck before, but that was usually like wanting to eat. It was a biological urge, something my body pushed. Fucking felt good and sometimes I got backed up, but I'd never NEEDED sex before. This felt like needing to breathe, like if I wasn't inside one of their cunts in the next ten minutes I'd explode.
"Take off your tank top." I said hoarsely. Then looked at Thorn. "And you should take off your dress. Show me what's under it."
The eco-goth singer blushed crimson. "I...don't have anything under it." At my interested look she glanced down, rubbing her thighs together. "I don't need a bra, since my breasts are only B cups, and I don't like panty lines." She paused. "Plus...I wanted to feel sexy when I came out with you tonight."
Raven reached down and without hesitation jerked the tank top over her head, letting her fat demonic tits bounce free, presumably to distract me from Thorn so the girl could get her wits about her. It worked, but also had the unintended side effect of distracting THORN because those fucking jugs were a magic all their own.
Gorgeous lilac nipples capped her massive tits, and she hadn't been lying, they defied all kinds of gravity. They weren't actually much bigger than, say, Dinah's, but my baby mama had some over forty hang in her creamy tits, whereas Raven was inhumanly perky. I had the sudden urge to watch the two of them together, let Dinah take Raven's cunt with the strap she used on Whisper while they mashed those fat tits together.
That was something that would need to wait though. Because I did genuinely plan to train in meditation right now, even if the aftermath of that training was going to be at least three creampied holes on that violet haired slut. I wasn't going to directly fuck Thorn yet, mostly because I was worried I might blow her fucking brain out and Brand her early, and doing that in front of Raven before I Branded HER seemed like a stupid idea.
So the half-demon would be taking my dick while the other goth helped me enjoy her fucking infernal body. Because seriously, Raven was built like the dark goddess of porn stars. Thorn stared, licking her lips, and then started to unfasten her dress, stepping out of it to let it pool at her feet.
I was distracted for a second, because gods did that girl look good. She didn't have humongous melons or a giant ass, but she was mouthwateringly soft all over. Not fat, she was thin and in good shape, but she had almost no muscle, just smooth creamy skin and plump curves along with a flat but not muscular stomach. All my girls were either bodacious bimbos or toned heroines (or both in the case of Dinah). Sally was just...pretty. And sweet. I wanted her.
Sadly now wasn't the time for me to take her, but I could still enjoy her a bit. I stepped over, placing my hands on her bare shoulders and getting a shudder of lust from the girl. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "You like her tits?" She gave a shaky nod. "Well, you're supposed to be distracting me. What do distracting girls do when they see something they like right in front of them."
To demonstrate my meaning I gripped her wrist and slid her hand down that flat stomach toward her trimmed bush. She swallowed hard again and when I released her wrist she kept going, fingers gliding down to rub at her clit. Raven was staring, face still blank but eyes wide. I popped Thorn gently on the ass cheek, getting a squeak and a moan, and turned back to the half-demon.
I gave her a lecherous grin. "Well, I believe promises of training were made. If this doesn't give me something to work past I don't know what will, but let's get started." The faster I learned this shit the faster I could be balls deep in that infernal pussy. The fact that I was going to be breaking in a girl who was half demon certainly gave me some incentive to work hard. She could feel it too. With a ragged exhalation she nodded firmly and gestured for me to sit down. Work before play. I'd better get to work.
April 14th 2016 Brightedge City, The Orchard Hotel, 12:00 AM EDT
I'd...kind of underestimated how distracting this situation would be. Like, yes, the point of it was a tongue in cheek way to get the girls bare assed so we could fuck after, but my bullshit plan had somewhat backfired because my whole 'It'll be hard to focus with your tits bouncing around' line had turned out to be extremely accurate. I had perfect body control, but I no longer had perfect MENTAL control (something I should probably have remembered since it was the whole point of coming here).
That said, I did manage to work through it, and doing the exercises Raven laid out for me did turn out to be much more effective with so much rabid horniness to block out. My emotions may have been a mess most of the time nowadays, but there's 'I'm sad sometimes when I think about my dead dad' levels of off balance, and then there's 'fat demon titties in your face' levels of off balance. Resistance training was a good term for it.
"Ok." Raven said calmly. "That should be enough for tonight. I've gone over several important exercises for you to continuously train, and from this point the next step is repetition." She gave me a barely there smile. "I must admit, you picked them up very quickly, at least in concept. Your suitability for the training itself will have to wait until our next meeting, after some more practice."
We looked over at Thorn, who was rubbing her legs together and breathing somewhat heavily but much less agitated than expected after an hour of meditation practices. The more musical of my goths smiled in embarrassment. "I learned a lot too. Probably not as much, but the exercises I did manage to remember should help a lot."
I grinned at Raven. "You're a good teacher. In fact, you did such a good job that I'd like to give you a reward." I made sure my voice had plenty of innuendo in it, and based on her dilated pupils, Raven knew exactly what I was getting at as I started walking toward her.
She didn't move at all, didn't pull away or anything like that. Her face remained impassive as she said blandly. "That isn't necessary. I'm simply repaying a debt."
I moved around behind her to sit down on the bed, we'd moved over to this side of the room when the meditation started to run longer because it would be more comfortable. "Don't be silly." I said saccharinely. "Of course it is." I felt her jump slightly as I put my hands on her shoulders, and slowly began to knead.
Aside from my ability to interact with desires via Eros and Psych being capable of effecting her through touch, I could also use it to sense her desires clearly, which extended not just to what she wanted sexually, but all pleasure, and it made giving her a massage easy as pie.
Just to be a good sport, I didn't even start out playing with her desires or stoking her orgasm. Raven was excited but a little nervous, so I decided to play nicely with her. I was pretty sure this was her first time with a man, and given how much help she'd been I felt obliged to make it as pleasant as possible ( not that I didn't always, but this time felt...personal.
I kneaded her shoulders slowly and with exactly the right amount of pressure, making sure to melt away all the knots and tension as I worked. "So." I said conversationally. "I thought you said because of your demonic nature your tits didn't strain your back? Because this definitely feels strained to me. All this tension, what's got you so knotted up. I hope this feels ok by the way."
Raven nodded tightly, her voice tense as she responded. "Yes, it is very pleasant. As for the tension, I'm afraid my life can be very stressful. Less so now, thanks to you. I admit it is a novel experience to feel the muscles worked free of strain like this. I do not often indulge in touch."
Grinning internally, I started slightly strumming her desires. Nothing insane, but I pulsed some lust with every unknotted muscle, and I felt her tense up again at the sensation. Since I was hands on and we were currently at the same power level she didn't detect it exactly, though I suspect her emotional control and empathy would have made it obvious were I any weaker than I was.
"Not touched often huh?" I said in a casual tone. "That's a shame. Such a beautiful woman should have as much physical contact as she could ever want." I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Do you want me to keep being physical with you Raven?" I didn't even need to mess with her desires, the second she heard my voice I could feel the surge of desperate hunger.
Her breathing changed almost imperceptibly. "I think I'd like that." She said, a bit hoarsely. "But only if you want to do it. This is a pleasant massage."
I let my hands knead down her shoulders, working her shoulder blades and then dancing along her ribs, skating along the outside of her tits just enough to make it clear I was going to touch but not enough to satisfy the growing urge I could sense for me to grope and man handle her funbags. I let one hand lightly trace along her ribs and then start to slide down her stomach. "It's not going to stop at a massage. Unless you tell me to stop it. Are you going to tell me to stop it Raven?"
My fingers found the waistband of her shorts, slipping under them and down through a soft patch of hair to finally trace the lips of her absolutely drenched cunt. She shuddered, though she got a handle on that reaction fast. "This is simply your show of gratitude." She said shakily. "It would be rude to interrupt."
She bit back a moan as my forefinger and middle finger plunged into her cunt. "Gratitude huh?" I said teasingly. "That all you're feeling right now? You're an empath aren't you? Do I feel grateful to you?" Hooking my fingers up and curling them along the top of her cunt, I quickly found and began rubbing a spot just inside the entrance, finding it by feel was easy, and I started strumming her G-spot like an electric guitar.
I could have just blown her mind out with constant orgasms via my ability, but I didn't want to do that yet. I wanted Raven to break. To show all the pleasure I could feel I was giving her. She seemed determined not to let me see it on her face at all. As if reacting to getting fucked would be embarrassing and she wanted to remain calm for me. It was so fucking cute I couldn't stand it.
A flick of my claws stripped her shorts and panties off to give me better access, though she barely seemed to notice, completely dedicated to maintaining her composure. "You clearly have many emotions toward me. I would be a poor teacher if I failed to accept them." She grunted.
"Thorn." I barked. Causing Raven to jump a bit on my fingers. "Come lie down on this bed." The other goth, who had begin stroking her own cunt, scrambled over and laid down where I indicated. I hefted Raven up easily, her compact but extremely curvaceous body nearly weightless to a dragon, and then dropped her thick grey booty on the other girl's face. Thorn tensed slightly, but her fingers never stopped strumming her clit. "Spread her cheeks and tongue her ass."
Raven's eyes widened marginally, one of the first obvious outward signs she gave of being off balance, and I grinned at her. "You taught Thorn too. She deserves the chance to show gratitude doesn't she?" She grunted again as the other goth peeled her fat cheeks apart and went bobbing for asshole. Once Thorn had her cheeks positioned she went back to rubbing her dripping twat, moans emerging from beneath the thicker goth, muffled by abundant assmeat.
Keeping my fingers in, I shifted myself around, putting my cock against the lips of her pussy, getting ready to fuck her for the first time. "Should I be gentle here? This is your first time being shown...gratitude. Isn't it Raven? Can you handle me doing more than going slow?"
I felt her burning desire to get FUCKED, but she said nothing as I buried myself inside her. I felt her cunt take all of me like a fucking pro, a completely different sensation than I'd ever felt before. Demonic pussy didn't do any of that first time discomfort bullshit. This was made for dick. I had to actively hold back at the feeling of every muscle inside her all writhing around me in the perfect way, but I did. I wasn't going to break first.
"That." She grunted out. "Was most pleasant. I see no issue with your method of expressing gratitude. You may continue." I grinned, looping my arms around her knees to support her back as I started to fuck, I didn't want her to crush Thorn, so I had to hold her in place while I pounded it out. Which I did. I drove my cock into her mercilessly, and even with my using magic to prevent the force from smashing the other goth, I saw Thorn's legs begin to kick as she writhed under that oppressive fat ass crushing her face.
I shifted Raven enough to let her breath a bit, but didn't stop, deep dicking the taciturn goth in a way that probably wouldn't be possible if I couldn't control force with my dragon magic. I wasn't even being subtle anymore, sending explosions of lust and pleasure through her cunt, ass, and every other erogenous zone as I fucked the grunting, sweating half demon.
"Stop being a stubborn bitch!" I snarled. "You're loving this. Admit it." Her stoic face was starting to slightly piss me off, and I could feel that at this point she was refusing to show how good this felt out of sheer defiance, which absolutely wouldn't do."
She met my eyes calmly, though I saw the tension on her face. "I don't know what you mean. This is very pleasant. Please continue."
Growling in frustration, I hauled her off Thorn, who gasped for breath but whined in disappointment as I shoved the other girl down on the mattress and really started pounding into her. She shuddered, eyes losing focus slightly, but nothing obvious. I shoved every ounce of pleasure I could manage into her, spearing her on my dick as deep and hard as I could manage.
That slutty have demon pussy took every inch and begged for more, so I obliged. I had her bent in half now, fully on top of her as I pounded down into her, clapping her fat ass and thick grey thighs. I was gonna cum soon, and I refused to let her keep that stupid blank expression while I nutted inside one of the best pussy's I'd ever had. I leaned down. "You're going to show me that inner whore Raven."
She shuddered again, unable to respond without breaking, I considered different ways to do this, to make her cum, and realized based on what she'd experienced earlier Raven had an entirely new fetish. I grinned to myself, stoking the orgasm from her cunt and working her clit with my ability, building her to the point where she would explode.
Then I pulled back and with one smooth motion drove my fat cock into the tight little asshole Thorn had been licking earlier. Raven's eyes shot wide open and she threw her head back as all the orgasms I had been building her to hit all at once simultaneously with her first time taking a dick up her ass (which based on her reaction to Thorn's work was even more of an erogenous zone to demons) and fucking squealed her approval as her eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out while I emptied my balls into her formerly virgin asshole. Then I slumped to the bed beside her. Fuck. That had been fantastic. Based on her pitiful mewls and small quakes from aftershocks Raven thought so too. Good to know I still had it.
April 14th 2016 Brightedge City, The Hall of Nevers, 3:00 AM EDT
I headed home feeling...weirdly refreshed. Working off some of my stress was definitely helpful and with the post nut clarity I was able to really implement some of those emotional control techniques. Being able to manage the mess in my brain finally was a huge relief, and the combination of positive sensations had me feeling almost high. I felt like I could fucking fly. I mean, I COULD fly, but I felt like I could fly without my wings or magic.
The exercises Raven taught me were...not what I was expecting. I'd figured it would be some method of shoving my feelings in a box when they weren't useful. A way of suppressing the inconvenient bullshit inside until I had time for it later, but to my surprise, that couldn't be further from the truth.
My first exercise was the ability to contextualize my emotions. It was a method of organizing and sorting them so they would come more evenly, rather than cresting and breaking over me like waves. It didn't make any of my feelings less intense exactly, but more helped me balance them with other similar but opposite emotions that could provide a bit of relief from the worst of the peaks.
Secondly, Raven had taught me a method of measured exposure. Using my ability to perfectly recall anything to slowly acclimate myself to the sensations of some emotions by basically subjecting myself to slowly increasing amounts of them until I was so used to them further instances were blunted. Once again, it was an imperfect method, but using them in conjunction was enough to give me a modicum of control over myself, and I was relishing the sensation.
As I entered the house though, and headed up to my room, I noticed something odd. I was being followed. It wasn't that I saw someone, or heard them. I could just FEEL it. The Brand made it possible for me to connect with any of my people, and the one following me was as familiar to me as my own breath.
I led her to my room, leaving the door open behind me as I walked in and started stripping off my shirt. "Come in Cherry." I tossed the shirt onto the bed. I wasn't trying to get her hot and bothered or anything, I just didn't feel like wearing my shirt to bed. Same with my pants, though I left the silk boxers I was wearing on.
My phantom stepped through the door, appearing from nothing, and looking...uncertain. I frowned. That wasn't like her. Cherry was nothing if not confident. She stared at me fretfully, and I cocked my head at her quizzically, raising an eyebrow. My mask was off and on my bedside table, taken off before the shirt, and I wasn't sure what she wanted. She just...stared at me.
"You don't need me anymore." She said flatly. I was taken aback by that. "You used me because I was like you. Because I was broken. But now you're fixed, or at least getting fixed. Dinah is protective and caring, Barbara is difficult but adoring, Zatanna is driven and brilliant. You have uses for all of them. But not me. Not anymore. Not really. Sure, my ghost powers are useful, but you can make another spy. Nothing about me is important."
I was shocked to see her eyes had begun to actually water. Because she was right in a way. Not about me throwing her away, but about her being broken. I hadn't known Cherry even COULD cry. "I'm not-"
"SHUT UP!" She screamed. "Don't! Don't tell me you need me, or that I'm special. You're going to leave me just like my family. I'm not crazy you know." She said...pretty much completely incorrectly. "I know what I was to you. I know you aren't a new dad for me. A new family. But now you're fixed and you're just going to throw me away. That's why you've been ignoring me lately. You weren't even there when I tracked down Trevor." Her eyes overflowed. "You were supposed to be there."
I felt...bad. Like I'd done something awful and I wanted to fix it. I was...I was pretty sure this was what guilt felt like. It was new. I didn't like it. I'd felt anger over my dad's death, sadness, excitement, and a dozen other smaller emotions, but guilt wasn't something I'd experienced.
Since I had no idea how to HANDLE guilt, I defaulted to the old standard until I could redo my exercises to acclimate myself to it. I got pissed off. I stalked across the room, grabbed her, and pinned her against the wall. Leaning down I kissed the platinum blonde roughly on the mouth, then pulled back and looked her in the eye.
"How many times do I have to tell you insufferable bitches how this works? You are MINE. I'm not throwing you away. I'm not LETTING you go away. You think you're magically free now because I can care about shit? You think I'm LESS possessive?" I spun her around, pinning her stomach first to the wall, and slapped her ass hard enough for her to yelp.
Not sexually. I wasn't planning to fuck her. This was fucking discipline. She'd been bad. If she wanted a daddy I'd fucking punish her like one. I slapped her ass again, then a third time, spanking her mercilessly. I could sense from her desires she didn't want me to stop. Again though, that wasn't sexual. I barely had a handle on what she was feeling, but it was close enough to a desire for me to pick it up. She was elated. I cared enough to discipline her. Cherry was a pretty fucked up chick.
But I'd known that. She was a sick little bitch, but she was MY sick little bitch. I leaned down to speak into her ear, pulling her back against me in and over the shoulder hug, squeezing her as she cried. "I might have kept you because having a pet psycho was useful, but I've grown attached. You don't just belong to me. You belong WITH me. I may be a person now, but I'm not a nice one. People will need killing. Houses will need breaking into. Dirty jobs will need doing. And you're the one I trust with that. I'm sorry I missed killing Trevor. I know I only said I'd make sure you could kill him, but you're right. I should have been there. I've been distracted and ignoring you and it stops now."
She gave a wheezing sob. "So, I'm not useless? Because I've been so afraid you won't put me to use anymore. Or any of the others. If you care you might not exploit them like before. I loved watching you do that. Watching you use them and twist them. Now you won't. Won't do it to me either. I love the feeling of you making me yours, wrapping me around your finger. My daddy is all gone."
I slapped her ass again, getting another squeak. "Did I ask you to diagnose my mental state, slut? I'm the same person as before. I'm sick of people assuming having my humanity is going to turn me into a simpering do gooder. I'm going to turn you inside out, twist your brain in knots, and use you to the absolute fullest. You'll kill my enemies, handle my most terrible business, and it'll be even worse because I'll ACTUALLY hate the people I send you after."
She sniffed. "You promise?" The sound of her girlish sulking over the idea that I might not corrupt her anymore now that I gave a shit about things was adorable, and I pulled her against me, laughing into her hair.
"I promise." I said solemnly. "I need you to be just as emotionally damaged and crazy as I did before, maybe worse. And don't think that just because I care about things that there aren't still parts of me only you can understand. I'm more brutal than most people will ever be, even with my emotions. You're the only one who can understand that part of me."
I was pretty sure losing what she felt was our biggest connection was what was getting to her. Cherry had fucking snapped after what Trevor did to her, and she'd projected that crazy as hate for a long time. When she became mine she transferred all the emotional baggage of her lost family onto me, and while I couldn't deal with bullshit feelings of most of my girls yet and found myself out of my depth, Cherry was another story.
I UNDERSTOOD my crazy ghost girl. I always had, because she was the one the most like me. Even with my new improved humanity that didn't change. I knew what she needed, and was even slightly more capable of giving it to her. It was kind of a relief after dealing with the confusing bullshit from all the others.
Beaming with more happiness than I had ever seen from her, she grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the bed, tossing me down and jumping in to curl up next to me. Looking up, I saw that the door hadn't actually closed behind her, and a familiar amethyst eye could be seen poking through the gap. I raised an eye at my barely visible wife, but she shook her head, holding a finger to what I could see of her lips and pulling it quietly shut.
I wondered if it had been Cherry's idea to come see me at all, or if Amy had pushed her into it hoping for this exact outcome. Her occasional sneakiness never ceased to amaze me. Still, I brushed that aside to focus on the girl curled up against me. It struck me how tiny Cherry felt to me, despite being one of the tallest of my girls. I was feeling weirdly protective of the little nutcase right now, but it wasn't a bad thing.
As she snuggled up to me, I began to run through my exercises, evening out my breathing and getting myself used to the new sensations she was bringing me. It seemed like all my girls evoked different things in me so far, which was weird because I'd have assumed it would all be a flavor of the same thing, possessiveness. I supposed positive emotions came in more flavors than 'MINE' even if they were ones I had no experience with.
"So." I said to the top of her head. "I'm sorry I missed Trevor's death, but I'm sure you made a big production out of it. Why don't you tell me what you did to him so I can share the triumph. Spare no details. After what he did to you he had any pain you inflicted coming and then some."
Her head jerked up so fast she almost headbutted me in the nose. "Really?" She said excitedly, eyes shimmering with joy. "I can tell you about it? I thought the new you wouldn't want to know. I'm pretty proud of it, I think I really outdid myself." She nuzzled back up to me. "Ok, the first thing you need to know is that I came prepared. When I showed up at the apartment he was hiding in I brought a car battery, ten feet of steel wire, a bag of pennies, a bottle of bleach, a package of kebab skewers, a bottle of honey and an ant farm full of fire ants..."
She chattered on, proceeding to describe to me a series of acts so horrific that I'm pretty sure most normal humans would have started screaming halfway through. For my part though, all I could feel was...pride. I'd made her happy, helped her kill her most hated enemy, and shown her she had a place with me. I pulled her against me as I listened to her describe the most excruciating torture she could conceive of and sighed in contentment. I was totally nailing this human emotion thing.
As usual, advance chapters are available on pat-reon at that site /malcolmtent. This chapter has been a blast to write, and the sex scene was new territory for me because the whole emotionless sex thing isn't something I have experience writing. Hope everyone enjoyed, and expect us to be into another larger plotline next chapter, and one I think people will enjoy.