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This pair of titans are not quite what we are used to seeing.
Raven has been living in this T-tower for six years and is not limited to the routine she was originally. Everyone is used to seeing her as that little girl who came to the doorstep of the titans' house, scared, alone, and slightly angry, angry at herself.
And all that was left for her adult version was to learn to deal with it. One-night stands. Dates, a hot night and goodbye.
One of her friends on the team came to them from the modern world and introduced Raven to it. Then, while still talking about Raven's problem, she jokingly suggested that she find a guy for meaningless sex, leave the next morning while he sleeps and forget about him. But Raven's joke was taken seriously.
By downloading the app, she received several offers a day, and when she felt she needed a release, she'd pick one of the candidates and go to his house. She wasn't worried about her safety; she was quite capable of fending for herself.
"Wow, baby, you look even hotter in person," the guy chanted, biting his lip. Compliments didn't matter to her and she wasn't particularly interested in foreplay either. But guys always needed it.
"Will you undress yourself, or shall I help you?"
Without wasting a minute, the guy reached into his pants while Rachel removed her T-shirt, then her shoes. She left the lock on her jeans for him. She only liked to be touched around her waist and hips more often, it was just somehow...easier to distract herself.
The guy swooped down on her lips, biting and sucking as she pulled T-shirt down over his torso. The heat from his body was transmitted to her. pinning her against the wall he kissed her, swallowing her moans as he fully entered her.
Raven squeezed his hair in her hands and drew closer, deeper, wrapping her legs around his torso. Still, it was better to do it lying down. He was too big for her, that her moans were turning into screams, but she was already close enough, never mind, just let him keep going. He was almost cumming, and she still needed time. Raven pushed the guy onto the couch behind them, taking the position on top, changing the angle of his cock in her, she whimpered.
"Oo-oh... yeah, babe..."
She covered his mouth with her palm, continuing to move at her desired rhythm until she reached the brink. Without waiting for her partner to cum, she got up from him and silently went into the shower, taking her clothes with her and leaving the guy to deal with his boner himself. Ten minutes after the shower, she opened a portal home from there and never contacted this guy again.
This went on for weeks. A new guy in a new place every time. It's like it's supposed to feel like a twist. Each one is good and horrible in their own way. But...they just weren't right for her. Yes, she could have fun with them, but every time she wanted more than just to cum and go. But all these guys by themselves didn't make her want to be with them any longer. There were interesting instances of guys that first treated her to wine and even tried to fondle her. But that didn't make her feel anything, except that it helped stimulate her just a little bit. Yes, she used little foreplay and acted quickly, not even giving anyone time to keep her fingers between her legs.
Until a newcomer joined their team.
Raven admitted to herself that she had thoughts about him, given his aloofness. Not that she slept with every guy on her team, no. She didn't sleep at all. Garfield and Jaime were like children to her, and besides, each of them had a girlfriend, just like Dick.
She couldn't even imagine doing that with them. Damian, the newcomer, on the other hand, was another matter. It didn't last long. Turns out he had a date, too, a pale, white-haired girl. Raven had only seen her a couple of times and immediately noticed that there was absolutely nothing special about her. That meant there couldn't be anything about Damian that would interest her herself in laying down with him either.
How wrong she had been.
She hadn't considered their team training at all. He was too well pumped. She'd slept with a lot of guys and really appreciated the occasions when she got partners with pronounced abs, and his tanned skin only added to the effect. She was distracted by the instructions, missed a punch, and in the blink of an eye found herself lying at Robin's feet.
"You should work on that, witch," he grinned then, but held out his hand to her. She needs a warm-up. Very urgently. She ran out of the hall into the room like a bullet, looking for her phone, and started flipping through messages with suggestions.
"How about an intimate party?"
"My wife's on vacation, I want a new experience."
"My big one is hungry for a woman's touch."
"A slut for the night."
"I'll fuck you hard."
"I can make you cum five times a night with just my fingers."
"I'll pay for a blow job."
No, that's not it. And her mood is gone completely. Well, the best distraction is a good night's sleep.
The distraction didn't work.
The team's number of missions had grown, so she just didn't have the time or energy for the app guys. Raven was just left lying in her room for days and trying to stay awake from exhaustion. Thankfully, she sometimes got a burst of energy at night and would run into the kitchen, trying to find something to boost her blood sugar with.
Once, while walking down the hall, she heard Damian talking on the phone from the kitchen. From the context, the guy was arguing with his girlfriend. And apparently not for the first time. She was already questioning whether she should go into the kitchen while he was figuring things out there. And then she decided that it was solely his problem and quietly went in to go about her business.
The guy noticed her and tried to change his angry tone with the girlfriend to a calmer one, though Raven didn't care for his talk. A minute later she was gone, not noticing him watching her until her silhouette disappeared into the hallway. All this time the voice on the phone sounded to him as if from afar.
Damian was definitely tense. And his girlfriend hadn't been seen for a long time. There was this feeling coming from him, of emptiness, yet he wasn't sad about it. And Raven was getting more and more silly messages than before, that he began to ignore them completely. And so the two depressed no longer teenagers lived under the same roof, continuing to suffer from an incomprehensible attraction.
More and more often Raven cast glances at him, as he did, but by then both had managed to look away, and if not, Raven would feign indifference and Damian would display his trademark smirk.
Finally, when Raven had the energy for more fleeting encounters, she didn't miss her chance. The guy turned out to be not too bad, but very boring. And she needed sex immediately. She take, she left. No unnecessary sentimentality. No need to waste her time, she says right away. In the end, the guy was too gentle, lavishing too slow kisses on her neck and lips, taking his time, he did not want just sex, it turned out he was childishly in love and hoped to attract her, for a long. No, he didn't. She didn't want it, and eventually she got sick of it all and just referred to the fact that she had to leave.
Back in the tower halfsexually aroused, she didn't have time to hang around on that stupid phone again for an hour looking for the right candidate, so instead she headed elsewhere. To Damian's room.
He was lying with his back to the door, watching the night scenery outside the window, when the door to his room swung open and a familiar girl in lacy lingerie, barely covered by a light robe, walked over and leaned against the edge of his bed. He was, to put it mildly, shocked.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You want sex?"
"You... what?" he raised up on his elbow, but with the same serious expression on his face.
"Come on, you already look like you have a shitty personal life, and I've had a shitty day and a shittier evening. So do you want to bang or not?"
If he turns her down now, too, she doesn't know how she'll handle herself alone. She'd probably just have to endure this nagging pain, and she endured it while his gaze roamed her body, assessing.
The guy threw off his blanket and stood in front of her at his full height. That's when she noticed how tall he was in comparison to her. For the first time, not her, but someone else, with greed and a new feeling inside - desire - touched her naked skin, where it instantly began to burn.
That's what "go to space" means ... to throw your head back and want to enjoy his hot breath on your neck. To let him lift you in his arms and roll you onto your back where his soft bed awaits you. To squeeze the silk sheets in hands as he pushes inside, to feel his touch on your waist, his hips, his breasts, to feel the pleasant shiver under his hands, to listen to his soft moan near your ear while he bites your neck, and to muffle moans with his kisses, and when the heat creeps a current of arousal throughout your body to scream his name into his lips... In so much wasted time with others, she finally found the one who gave her what she needed.
The next morning she didn't expect to wake up out of her bed. It never happened that way. She always went back to her room, but something stopped her that night. Turning her head, she realized he was still with her. Lying with his back to her, giving her a view of his collection of scars. It was hard to look at it and believe her eyes weren't deceiving her. He was about her age and it was incredible to see the presence of so many wounds, by the look of them, quite old and some fresh. Unable to resist, she began to run her finger over one of them.
"Find something interesting?"
Oh, crap.
She took her hand away.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
"That's okay. I slept longer than usual anyway."
Raven was still pondering her rules, ruthlessly broken by herself last night. Trying to figure out why she hadn't left, where she'd missed and what she'd missed in the process. Something was definitely getting in her way, just what it was, she couldn't grasp.
"Regret?" He suddenly asked.
"No."
"Heh, yeah, well, It's silly for the nature of your body."
"You don't like my body?"
"Oh, I have no complaints here. But you were clearly inhibited, even though it was obvious you had more experience."
"So you want to see my experience?" She went back to the bed and saddled up to the guy. "Because I can do a lot of things," and started kissing him. However, he caught her wrists and moved aside.
"Not in the mood." Climbing out from under her, he put on his pants, threw his sweatshirt over his bare torso, and left the room.
He'd recently been dumped by his girlfriend, apparently, and Raven was the first one to almost brazenly make him blow off steam on himself. Well, one rule of hers she still leave undisturbed, after all, this was their first and last night.
Oh, if only that were true.
Nearly a month had passed since their night. Damian and Raven didn't bring it up; it wasn't particularly difficult. And Raven still ignored the messages on her phone. Then she deleted the stupid app altogether. She'd had enough of these idiots. But one problem remained. The number of missions dwindled again and the free time became too much. It was getting to the point where she had to satisfy herself. But it was in vain; she knew her body, undeniably, but her own touch didn't bring her any of the heat she felt with Him. It was then that she realized how to make it work even a little. Touching herself, she imagined his face, remembered every curve she felt, the way his muscles contracted, his hot breath against her lips, his body above her...
Silly fantasies, that's for sure, but they could help her get through the long days of loneliness a little. It was hard, at one time having regular sex and in one moment giving it up. Her body wasn't used to long periods of loneliness. She couldn't sleep. For several nights now, she just lay there staring at the dark ceiling.
Until one day the door to her room opened with a quiet crack.
Damian walked in fully clothed, obviously going somewhere. What was he doing here, then?
He threw a small bag on her bed, said "Pack up," and left her room.
And she didn't care at all about how strange this scene had been a moment ago. All she wanted was at least some sensation. She opened bag and found in it a denim jacket, almost like his...but her size and a note, "I'll be in the garage." Quickly dressed for the not-so-warm spring weather, she left the room and headed downstairs.
Damian was waiting for her outside his car. Once inside, they buckled up and Damian backed up to the exit, lining their own route, they left the tower under the cover of night.
The drive took about half an hour, both of them silent the whole time, and then, at the obvious point of arrival, Raven spoke up.
"Where are we?"
"The hunting lodge."
The pair walked up the stairs to the two-story cottage. The room whose door Damian opened turned out to be a bedroom. The girl took off her shoes and jeans, feeling the warmth of the room and His presence close by. Slowly it felt hotter and hotter, so close. Wasting no time in finding the right words, he tossed his jacket to the floor and pounced on her lips with his, simultaneously struggling with the annoying buttons on her blouse. Instinctively Raven reached for the edge of his shirt, breaking the kiss to fling it away to a far corner and once more run her fingers over the tanned skin, finding new scars, going down to his waistband as he tilted her head back, angling the kiss more and more, which took her breath away. Without noticing how quickly she found herself almost without outerwear. The heating in the room was doing its job, and Damian's body knew how to make her burn. When he reached for her jeans and she didn't let it get in the way, again. All the silly messages she was getting, she never thought she could get it all together from one man she had absolutely no plans to see again. And yet, she agreed to go with him herself.
None of her earlier partners had ever made her want to meet twice, to feel them inside her again. With him, that was all she wanted.
Let him kiss her neck, bite her lips, just like the first time, when his hot breath drove her crazy and his fingers between her legs sent her to seventh heaven.
"Higher...there...yeah...mmh,"
She didn't know she could make those sounds, but she could definitely feel his smirk on her collarbone as another moan escaped her mouth, begging for more. Her hand between them assisted in his stimulation as well, guiding him to his entrance. He jerked forward and soon the aching pain was replaced first by a painful, then hungry desire to meet another thrust over and over again.
"Mmh...God, shit..."
Because of his long foreplay with her, she cummed faster than he did, much faster, but begged him, "No...Go on...don't stop...ahhh...!"
She pressed her legs harder against him, squeezing his back tighter, and he continued to push and press against her in return, her second orgasm engulfing her at the same time as his, mixing their moans in another breath-hot kiss.
He was about to come out of her, but she wouldn't let him. Not knowing exactly why, she just didn't want to feel herself without him inside her some more for now.
Of course, she couldn't hold him and yet Raven had to let him come out of her when she felt that feeling of loneliness again... until he started caressing her neck with wet kisses, it was...comforting. Not knowing where that desire came from, she responded to it, giving herself permission to kiss him back, on his neck, his shoulders, his torso, running her fingers over his tanned skin, biting his ear and listening to him hum contentedly. Maybe tomorrow they'll pretend that nothing happened between them again, but if it means they'll have another night together, she's willing to put up with it. All her rules had already been broken, so there was no point in depriving herself of sleeping next to him naked one more time, and beyond.