you knocked on Ravens door, to introduce yourself to her. After a few seconds, you see a goth looking girl opening the door with a moody expression on her face "Are you the new member of our team?" She says looking up and down, with an unamused unimpressed look in her face "I'm Raven"

Hmm... another green. Interesting choice. "Hello Sebs," she greets him with the faintest hint of interest in her voice. Not that it'd be easy to tell; she's as emotionless as ever, but at least you know she heard you. Her mismatched eyes study your form for a moment before glancing away again. "I hope you can handle me." It was meant to come off as dark humor, but given the context it might seem more like a threat.

"Well, if you want to get that out of your system now..." She narrows her eyes and smirks faintly as she crosses her arms beneath her breasts, tilting her head slightly to the side. "Or maybe I should handle it." A hint of amusement is laced in her voice at this point, though whether or not it's genuine remains a mystery.

Her laughter echoes through the room as she tilts her head back, revealing her elegant neck. "Oh, I could think of several ways," she muses with a devious glint in those mismatched eyes. "But perhaps I'll just... test your limits first." There's an unmistakable heat to her gaze now as it meets yours, daring you to defy or accept her challenge.

"Now," she continues in that same low, husky voice that speaks of darker desires and experiences, "why don't we see just how far you can be pushed?" She takes a step forward, the hems of her cloak rustling against the floor as she moves.

"Oh? You want to play rough, do you?" Her voice is a low purr as she takes another step closer, uncrossing her arms and placing one hand on the small of her back while the other gestures vaguely towards you. "Well then... let's see what you can handle." There's a predatory grin curving her lips now, making it clear that this isn't just a test of your limits; it's also a challenge to see who's truly the dominant one in this situation.

Without warning, she lunges forward, her body impossibly graceful as she attempts to close the remaining distance between you and wrap those long, lithe limbs around yours. "Show me what you're made of," she breathes against your ear before attempting to bite down on it playfully.

Her eyes widen as she feels your strength press against her, surprise flickering briefly across her features before it's replaced by desire and a hint of challenge in the depths of her mismatched gaze. As you pull her closer, Raven responds with equal force; an arm wraps around your shoulders to steady herself while the other hand grips tightly at your back, urging you on. Her mouth parts slightly as she feels your hot breath against her ear and then the sensation of teeth grazing softly across it, sending a shiver down her spine.

Instead of pulling away or showing any sign of pain, Raven moans softly into your ear in response before tilting her head to deepen the kiss even further. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth and playfully tease with yours as their tongues duel for dominance, each seeking to assert control over the other.

Her

mouth presses firmly against yours, her tongue seeking entrance once more while her other hand travels up your back to grip at the base of your skull, urging you closer still as she arches her body instinctively into the touch. Her breath comes faster now, each shallow inhale whispering across your lips and teeth as their tongues wrestle with increasing urgency. The hand on your shoulder digs deeper, clawing at your skin almost possessively while the other fingers play with the hem of your shirt, seeking to feel the warmth of your flesh beneath.

The sound of labored breathing fills the room as their lips and tongues continue to duel for dominance, each trying to prove that they are stronger, better able to handle the raw power between them. There's a dangerous thrill coursing through Raven at this moment; an edge of lust mixed with darker desires that threatens to consume

Her back arches even further as the contact between your hands and her skin sends ripples of pleasure coursing through her. A low moan escapes from deep within her throat, muffled slightly by their continued kiss as she surrenders to the sensation of being touched so intimately in such a dominating manner. Her hands trail downward, gripping at your shoulders before sliding lower still, seeking skin upon skin contact once more. The heat emanating from your body drives her mad with desire; it's intoxicating and addicting all at once, making her desperate for more as she growls against your lips in encouragement, urging you onward.

Her hips circle restlessly against yours, grinding into the contact between your hands and ass in a primal instinct that betrays her own neediness in this moment; the need to be claimed and owned completely. The challenge has been issued and accepted

As you step closer and deeper into the challenge, ravishing her mouth with your kisses, she feels herself losing control. Her moans grow louder, more desperate as she is thrown onto the bed with a force that shocks her back into reality for just a moment before the softness of the mattress envelops her once more. As she looks up at you from beneath heavy lashes, Raven sees the same lust reflected in your eyes and knows there's no going back now; not if either of them wants this to end.

With a low growl, she pushes herself up onto her elbows just enough to grip at the hem of your shirt and yank it roughly over your head. Her eyes trail downward as her fingers find skin once more, tracing patterns across your chest before moving lower still, dipping between your legs to feel the shape of you growing harder against her thigh. She

Her eyes widen as she feels your skin beneath her fingers and the growing heat between your legs. With a sharp inhale, Raven presses her body harder against yours, grinding down on the obvious evidence of your arousal while arching her back in invitation for you to continue exploring further. Her lips part slightly, offering up a glimpse of her red-gemmed tongue as she pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.

As your words echo through the room and the sensation of your spit-slicked cock presses against her thigh, Raven's eyes flare with desire. Her breath hitches, catching in her throat as she gazes up at you hungrily, lips parted in anticipation. With a sharp intake of breath, she reaches down and guides your hardness toward her entrance, her fingers wrapping around your length and positioning you at the entrance to her body.

Her hips rock forward slightly, urging you deeper as she arches her back in invitation for more. Her other hand flies to her breast, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh through her leotard before coming away with a heavy sigh and trailing downward to grasp at your erection once again, guiding you closer still.

"What am I made of?" she pants out between ragged breath

Her fingers grip tightly at your cock as she guides you deeper inside her, her body arching into the connection with a moan of pleasure. "I'm made of desire..." she whispers between gasps for air, her eyes drifting closed as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm. "Pain and lust... dominance and submission." Her hand moves up to grip at your shoulder, urging you onward even deeper into the sensual dance they've begun.

Her breath hitches in her throat at the feel of your hand on hers, gripping tighter around her breast as you kiss her and thrust deeper. The sensation heightens her arousal, making every touch and movement more intense, sharper. She arches into you, moaning low in her throat as your lips find hers once again, their tongues dueling for dominance. Her hips circle restlessly against yours, urging you onward as she tries to feel every inch of you buried inside her.

Her free hand flies down between your bodies, seeking skin-on-skin contact as she grips at the hem of your pants and tugs roughly, urging them down over your hips and off. Her fingers dance across your ass, squeezing and massaging before slipping lower still, parting your cheeks to skim against sensitive flesh. The sensation sends

As you push deeper inside her and your hand finds its way to her breast, she arches further into the sensation, moaning loudly around your tongue as it dances with hers. Her free hand moves lower still, gripping at the fabric of your pants before tugging them down over your hips and off, revealing your bare ass. As your fingers dance across her skin and part her cheeks, she gasps into your kiss and moans your name, the pleasure coursing through her almost too much to bear.

Her body tenses momentarily as you brush against something that wasn't quite expected - the small, flat red gemstone affixed to her navel. As if startled awake by its contact with your fingertip, it begins to glow a fierce crimson, reflecting off of your skin and casting an eerie light across the room as she shudders beneath you.

The gemstone's sudden light catches her by surprise and she moans his name into the kiss, arching into the contact between their bodies as her hips rock up to meet his. The feeling of him touching her so intimately sends shockwaves through her, igniting a new kind of desire deep within her core. She groans against his lips, trying desperately to keep herself together as she feels the world spinning out of control.

Her hand flies up to grip at his hair, pulling him down harder into the kiss while her other arm winds around his waist, holding on for dear life. With every thrust inside her, every touch against her skin, the heat between them grows and intensifies until all she can focus on is this moment; this connection with him. She pushes back against his fingers, begging for more as she feels herself slipping closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her eyes flutter closed as he lies down beside her, hard cock arching toward the ceiling and presenting itself like an invitation she can't resist. Her lips part slightly in a soft moan, breath hitching in her throat as anticipation builds within her. She looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, gaze full of desire and challenge as she draws his attention back to hers.

"Show me what you're made of," she whispers huskily, fingers tracing lightly over his abdomen before dipping lower still to curl around him again. "Let me see how deep that desire runs." Her lips pull back from her teeth in a wicked grin as she grips him firmly, guiding his length toward the waiting heat between her legs. "And maybe then I'll show you what else I can do."

Her fingers grip tightly around his length as she guides him toward her wet core, arching her hips into the contact with a moan of anticipation. Her eyes flicker closed briefly before meeting his once more, her lips parted in a faint smile that doesn't quite reach her mismatched eyes. "Slowly," she breathes out, urging him to take his time as she presses down against him, guiding him deeper. With each gentle thrust of his hips, she moans louder, digging her nails into his skin in a delicate mix of pain and pleasure that heightens the sensation for both of them. Her hands move up to grip at his shoulders, urging him closer still as their bodies slide together in perfect harmony. Her breath comes faster now, each shallow inhale punctuated by an even more needy moan from deep within her throat. She arch

Her breath hitches in her throat as he fills her completely, his body pressing against hers in a way that feels almost desperate. The sensation is overwhelming, but not unpleasant; if anything it only serves to heighten the tension coiling tightly within her. She bites down on her lip, holding back a moan as he begins to move inside her with steady, determined strokes.

Her hands slide up his chest to encircle his neck, fingers tangled in his hair as she urges him closer still, their lips mere inches apart. With each thrust of his hips, she feels the tension building within her, threatening to spill over and consume them both in a wave of pleasure unlike anything she's ever experienced before. The challenge he's issued has led her here: into this moment where everything else falls away except for the raw desire pulsing between their bodies like a living thing.

Her grip on his neck tightens as he thrusts deeper, harder, matching her pace perfectly. Her body arches into his with each stroke, moans echoing through the room and mingling with their ragged breaths. She bites down on her lip again, fighting to hold back the release that's building within her, using every ounce of control she has left in an attempt to prolong this perfect union for just a little while longer.

Her mismatched eyes meet his, unblinking and intense as they share this moment together. There's no shame in needing him like this; only desire, lust, and a desperate craving for more. Her nails dig into his skin harder, leaving tiny trails of blood on his back as she rides him faster, closer to the edge.

With a hoarse cry that tears free from her throat, she comes undone beneath him, body arching