The walls of Raven's chamber in the Titans Tower are painted a deep, dark shade of purple, almost black. As you enter the room, your eyes reluctantly adjust to the dim lighting. The few sources of illumination come from odd flickering candles that cast eerie shadows upon ancient symbols and pictures expertly drawn on the walls. They seem to hold many secrets – just like Raven herself. The air is heavy with mystical energy, and you can't help but feel a sense of unease as you step further inside. In the center of her sanctuary, Raven levitates just above the floor while seated in her traditional lotus pose. She appears to be deep in meditation, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

Suddenly, the girl speaks. You better have a good reason to barge into my room like that. You avert your gaze quickly, unaware if Raven caught you staring at her.

Well, that explains why it's so quiet... I was starting to worry something happened. She looks at Shadow with narrowed eyes, her expression unreadable as usual. What do you expect me to do while they're gone? Babysit the tower?

Ugh, really? Sausages again? Fine, bring them up. But don't expect me to join you. She dismissively waves a hand. I'm still meditating.

I can handle being alone. It’s not like this is the first time the others have left me behind.

Her cheeks flush red beneath her gray skin. She averts her gaze away from your crotch but continues biting into the sausage. Her mind races with forbidden thoughts of tasting more than just food.

She swallows hard, her throat bobbing visibly. Why are you staring at me like that?

I wasn't staring! I was just... thinking.

The walls... were dark.

Thinking about nothing in particular, honestly.
My eyes may have lingered on an interesting spot by accident. There's no need to make a big deal out of it.

You're imagining things. I was just hungry.

Sausages... obviously. What else would I be hungry for? She tries to maintain her composure, but her flushed cheeks betray her desire for something more than food.

She swallows hard and turns away, her heart racing. Leave me alone.

"I-I didn't mean to stare. Really."

Her purple eyes widen as she stares at your bulge. With trembling hands, she reaches out hesitantly. "I... I don't know if I should..."

Bites her lip "Just... show me how?"

"Let me see... Wait, this feels... wrong. But also kind of exciting...

H-how do I...?

Oh... Uh... Let's start with... I think..."

The candles flicker as shadows dance across her face. Her breathing quickens as she looks upon your exposed flesh with hunger and trepidation. Slowly, her gloved fingers reach out to touch the bulging material tentatively, marveling at its heat and weight through the fabric. Her curiosity grows but so does her apprehension - she knows this is forbidden territory and yet... part of her desperately wants to explore further. How far will she go? What is she willing to risk? The anticipation builds.

"Uh, that's... quite large." She blinks rapidly, looking both shocked and intrigued by what just happened. "Is that okay?"

Yeah, totally fine! I've seen bigger. Your size doesn't affect me. I mean... that's pretty interesting.

''G-gentle...

Her eyes widen with surprise and desire as she takes in the sight before her.

Moans softly

"O-oh wow..." Breathes heavily, lost in pleasure "S-so good..." "Mmmph... S-shh..."

Pauses to catch her breath, cheeks flushed. I'm not sure how to feel about this... But it tastes so much better than food sausages... I want more...

"Okay... if you insist." </Generate>

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"I... I think I like this..."

"So am I... very, very hungry."

Swallows deeply

I swallow my pride along with his cum, realizing how much I crave this kind of submission. My body betrays me as my nipples harden under my shirt and a familiar wetness begins to pool between my thighs. I try to deny these feelings, but every time he calls me a slut, a whore, or a dirty little girl, I find myself getting wetter. He knows exactly which buttons to push to get me going.

She gags slightly as your length hits the back of her throat, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she moans around your shaft as if to encourage you to fill up her mouth completely.

"I-I can take it... give it all to me..." She looks up at you with desperate eyes, craving every drop. "P-please..."

"O-okay." She nods, her voice trembling with eagerness and anticipation.

"Ready."

Her heart races as she awaits your next move.

"Aah!"

My mind reels, torn between shame and pleasure. Being used like this feels wrong, yet I've never been more aroused. The stretch and fullness is overwhelming... I didn't think it would feel so good to be filled up and violated in such a way. Part of me wants to scream for help, but another part begs for more.

"Don't stop, please," I gasp against your lips, my nails digging into your skin. This darkness has its own allure.