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Raven stood, nude, in the center of the Titans Tower living
room and tried to think. It wasn’t easy. She’d just worked a literal
love machine to exhaustion, and she was still horny. Worse, every time she
tried to think about anything other than sex, her thoughts skittered away and
she ended up imagining sucking Robin’s cock or Cyborg taking her from behind or
Starfire’s agile tongue on her clit–or better yet, all three at once…
She giggled. That was the other thing–other than being
incredibly horny and not able to think, she actually felt really good–and
every time her thoughts scattered like the silly little slut she was becoming,
she felt even better.
She needed to find someone else to fuck!–no! She
needed to calm herself. Find her center. The mirror, that was the key. Go back
to her room, get the mirror, get on her bed and edge myself silly–meditate!
That was it. Meditate, get into the mindscape, put her feelings back in order.
She walked quickly down the hall to her room, forgetting
entirely that she was naked, and slammed the door open.
Someone else was there.
Her sanctum. Her space! Someone was in there, violating her
boundaries… For a moment, her mind drifted to visions of some of the
boundaries she’d like to have violated at the moment, the intrusions into her
personal space, maybe even a couple intrusions at once…
She shook the glazed, distant smile from her face and glared
at the intruder. "You,“ she said, feeling the old familiar rage
bubbling up. "Of course it would be you. You’ve just been biding your
time, haven’t you? Waiting until the right moment to betray us again?”
Terra stared at Raven in confusion. “Uh, Ray, what are
you talking about? I’m–”
“Shut up!” Raven clung to her anger. She knew how
dangerous it was, but it was also the first time in hours she’d been able to
focus on anything but sex. “You snuck in here to use my things! Where did
you get the magic? Klarion? Circe? Faust?”
“Raven,” Terra said, standing up and backing away,
“I mean it! I don’t understand why you’re–”
“Shut up!” screamed Raven again, and a wave of
darkness rippled through the room, throwing Terra backward.
* * *
Deep in Raven’s mind, a cage shook, then exploded in a burst
of red light. One of Raven’s emoticlones floated up out of the wreckage,
cloaked all in red, with four glowing red eyes and an expression of unbridled
fury. It screamed and surged upward, setting her mindscape on fire as it
passed.
From the shadows next to the cage, Raven’s Lust–which was
now also Raven’s Happiness, Raven’s Intellect, and Raven’s Appetites–emerged,
and smiled. Everything was going according to plan.
Raven’s Rage soared over her mindscape, shrieking, and soon
found its target. It bore down on the wandering Beast Boy like a burning comet,
smacked hard into him, and pinned him to the ground.
“Whoa!” he said, when the two finally skidded to a
stop. “Getting a bit rough!” He smiled up at Raven. The four eyes
were a bit off-putting, admittedly, and the red glow combined with red cloak a
bit much, but it was still the same round face, same purple hair, same curvy
body he’d gotten to know so well in the past few hours.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her down toward him. “I
can do rough.”
* * *
Terra didn’t stand a chance. She was surprised, confused,
and reluctant to hurt her friend, while Raven was in full four-eyed
living-shadow rage mode. She tried to object or struggle, but in seconds Raven
had her hanging in the air, spreadeagled in her tank top and panties.
Which was odd, but Raven couldn’t be bothered to question
it. She was much too angry to contemplate why Terra wasn’t wearing her uniform,
why she would come into Raven’s room wearing such a skimpy outfit, showing so
much tasty skin… unless she was waiting for Raven, waiting so they could…
Raven shook her head. She tried to focus on her anger, but
her thoughts were wandering to sex again, and the rage wasn’t as helpful as it
had been. Her blood fizzed with heat, she grew flushed, she imagined pushing
Terra down and getting her hands on her… but it wasn’t quite so violent
anymore. Or, well, a different type of violence.
* * *
Beast Boy pulled Raven’s Rage down for a hard kiss, and she
poured her fury into it, filling it with heat, with passion, with
possessiveness. Both were panting by the time they broke the kiss..
“You fool,” she said. “You stupid, annoying
little worm, do you realize what you’ve done?”
Beast Boy grinned. This was more like the Raven he
knew–kind of mean, but he knew she didn’t really mean it, and anyway it was
hot. “Dunno,” he said. “Have I gotten you all worked up?”
“Yes!” she growled, eyes flaring.
“You’ve gotten me pretty worked up too, baby,” he
said, and rolled her over onto her back and kissed her again.
“I hate you!” she roared, and bit him… but she
also began tearing at his clothes.
* * *
Raven could feel every inch of Terra. That was the problem
with telekinesis, even magical telekinesis: when you held someone with your
mind, you felt them with your mind. Every bit of them.
And Terra, well… she’d been bound, held, controlled,
during a time in her life when feelings ran high and sexuality was new. It had
been a decidedly unsexual, very much not at all fun, experience at the time…
but feelings are funny, complicated things. In short, at least judging by the
magazines and web search histories Raven had accidentally stumbled upon from
time to time in the decade they’d known each other, Terra was into it.
Raven could feel every inch of her… including the part
that was starting to get wet.
“Let me go!” Terra shouted.
“I don’t think you want me to,” said Raven, her
anger bubbling and subsuming, swirling into something else, something darker,
heavier, stickier. “I think you want me to hold you still… bound…
helpless…”
Terra groaned. “This isn’t funny, Raven!”
“It isn’t meant to be.” She stalked toward Terra,
feeling the fire within burning outward. The rage and hatred were transforming,
twisting, becoming something much more fun, something still just as hot but
more fluid. Raven felt a giggle rising, but it stuck in the hot, sticky fluid
inside her and came out as a smirk. “It’s meant to do to you, what’s been
happening to me, all day…” She ran a hand down Terra’s side, and
the helplessly bound girl shivered.
“You’re not making any sense, Raven!” Terra
managed.
“Maybe not. But I want this, you want this… so why
not?” She pulled Terra down toward her and kissed her.
The other girl couldn’t resist, but she
hesitated only a moment before she began to respond.
Terra trembled in desperate need as Raven fingered her,
their lips and tongues intertwined. She’d never imagined–well, that wasn’t entirely
true, she’d imagined plenty–but she’d never believed this could happen,
but here she was, in the arms of a passionate, insatiable, demanding,
domineering Raven. They’d dispensed with the bonds somewhere around orgasm
number three, but Terra knew they could return at any time, and so she had
knelt and crawled and worshipped, and now orgasms four and five were her
reward.
Raven was just as lost in pleasure–and power. Deep inside
her, the balance of energies was permanently shifted. Like her Happiness,
Intellect, and Appetites, her Rage was now absorbed by Lust, transmuted into
passion and pleasure, dominance and submission.
Soon, there would be nothing at all left of her
but Lust–and power.
She was already too far gone to notice she’d gone into Terra’s room by mistake.
(To be continued…)