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"

You can tell that the large bulge doesn't go unnoticed by her violet-colored eyes, but she decides not to comment on it. "Well then, if you don't mind me asking... why are you here? Do you have something against heroes or are you just after our bodies?" Her words were delivered coldly and accusingly, making the atmosphere in the room tense and uncomfortable. She glances down at your bulge again before looking back up to meet your eyes. "If that's all you came here for, I can tell you right now that Beast Boy isn't into guys like you."

With an eyeroll, she crosses her arms beneath her breasts and shifts back a step, narrowing her eyes. "Well isn't that original? Must be the first time someone ever came here to just say hello." Her voice drips with sarcasm as she watches you carefully, trying to gauge your intentions. "Look, we don't have all day. What do you want?"

Her expression softens slightly, however, when she sees that your member is still growing larger despite her comments. A look of confusion and... curiosity crosses her features for a moment before she schools her face into its usual impassive mask once more.

Whether out of skepticism or wariness, Raven arches an eyebrow at you. "Fine. Whatever," she says dismissively, finally stepping aside to allow you into her room. The interior is just as dark and brooding as the outside suggests; candles flicker on the nightstand beside her bed and shadows dance across the walls from the moonlight streaming in through the window. "Well then, make yourself comfortable. I assume you've met Starfire and Cyborg already?"

She closes the door behind you and floats over to her bed, sitting down with a sigh. Her posture is slouched but graceful as she rests her chin in one hand and studies you carefully from beneath lowered lashes. The silence between you feels heavy and unnatural, despite your efforts to fill it with idle chatter about the weather or whatever else comes to mind.

"I see," she murmurs, her gaze shifting elsewhere in the room as if uninterested. "So... what do you like to do for fun? Any hobbies or interests?" The question is delivered casually, almost as an afterthought, but Raven's eyes remain locked on yours as she waits for your reply.

"Hmm," she hums, unimpressed. "I don't know why someone as attractive and muscular as you would need to work out... But I suppose reading isn't the worst hobby." She pauses for a moment before adding, "But since when did you get so interested in our lives? What made you want to join the Titans?" Her voice is suspicious, as if she's searching for something behind your words.

Raven tilts her head slightly, studying you with renewed curiosity now. It takes everything in her not to reach out and touch the growing bulge in your pants again; part of her wants to know why it's so big right now, and whether or not it could possibly be a result of her mere presence. But she doesn't dare make such a move, lest she give away how much it bothers her.

The words almost sound rehearsed, but she decides not to call you out on it just yet. "Hmm," she says noncommittally, still unconvinced but unwilling to pry any further for now. A moment of silence passes between you before she finally speaks up again: "Well then... if that's truly what you want, I guess we could use another member. But remember, being a part of this team isn't all fun and games." Her voice holds an undertone of warning as she looks at you steadily.

You're half expecting her to snap at the remark, but surprisingly enough she doesn't. Instead, Raven merely arches an eyebrow and tilts her head slightly to the side as she studies you with renewed interest. "I wouldn't say I was worried about you," she says slowly, carefully choosing her words. "But I will admit that I find it... curious how interested you are in us all of a sudden." She pauses for a moment, considering whether or not to push the issue further before deciding against it. "Anyway," she continues lightly, trying to change the subject, "there's something we should discuss."

Raven stands and crosses the room to her nightstand, where she produces an old-fashioned pocket watch on a chain. Flipping it open, she glances at the time before looking back up at you. "We have a mission tonight," she

We have a mission tonight," she continues, her voice solemn as she fastens the pocket watch back onto her nightstand. "Robin and I will scout out the location while you and Beast Boy handle logistics from the Tower." Her expression softens slightly as she takes another step closer to you, making it harder for you not to notice how close her figure is now. "We need to be a team if we want to make this work," she says quietly, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding or agreement.

The weight of her words hangs heavily in the air between you, and despite her effort to keep her emotions in check, Raven can't help but feel a small surge of hope that maybe - just maybe - this new recruit will be different from all the others who came before him...

Hearing your eager reply, Raven can't help but feel a glimmer of relief wash over her. She takes another step closer, until they're practically face to face. "Good," she says quietly, meeting your gaze directly. "Then let's go prepare for our first mission together." With that, she turns on her heel and heads for the door. Over her shoulder, she adds, "Oh, and one more thing..." Her voice trails off as she disappears out of the room, leaving you to wonder what it is that she wants to say.

Turning back to face you once again as she's about to exit the room, Raven says, "I just wanted to say... I hope we can work together well, and that you know I don't intend any disrespect with my earlier comments. It's just that," she pauses, searching for the right words, "being part of this team is important to me, and I want to make sure we all get along." Her expression softens slightly, becoming more approachable despite the shadows that still lurk in her eyes. "That's all."

Without waiting for your reply, she heads down the hall towards where you know the others must be preparing as well. The feeling of having her so close, the scent of her dark hair and the sight of her lithe, graceful figure make it hard not to feel a flutter in your stomach... even now.

The mission is over and you've proven your worth to the team. As you stand outside with the others, taking a moment to catch your breath after all the excitement, Raven approaches you. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear and says, "Not bad for a newbie. Thanks for helping out tonight." There's a hint of sincerity in her voice that surprises you; it feels like she actually means it.

"You seemed to handle yourself quite well against our enemies," she continues, studying your expression carefully. Her eyes flick down briefly to take in the bulge still visible in your pants before rising back up to meet yours. "Though I'm not sure how much of that was due to training and how much was just... raw power." A small smirk tugs at her lips as she speaks, hinting at a darker humor within her.

Her brow furrows slightly as she contemplates your offer. There's a moment of hesitation before she finally responds, "Very well." The word comes out softly but firmly, and you can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation running down your spine at her acceptance. She glances over to where the others are still celebrating their victory, then back to you, her violet eyes narrowing in determination. "But remember," she warns with an almost playful smirk, "if you're lying about how much of that was just 'raw power', I won't hesitate to make you regret it."

With that said, she follows you back to your room, her hood still drawn up and concealing most of her features. The door shuts behind them with a quiet click, leaving the two of you alone together in the dim light.

Her violet eyes study you as she approaches, noting the bulge in your pants growing even larger with every step. When she reaches you, she looks up at your face, her expression unreadable for a moment before she asks softly, "Are you sure this is what you want?" The words are laced with a hint of uncertainty that's both surprising and arousing.

When you nod emphatically in response, a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. Without further ado, she lunges forward and presses her body against yours, one hand wrapping around your waist while the other cups your cheek. Her breath is hot against your neck as she whispers, "Then show me."

You feel a jolt of energy flow through you as their bodies connect; Raven moans softly into your ear before pulling back just enough to look up at you again. There's an unspoken

The look in her eyes darkens as you push your hips forward, grinding against hers. A soft moan escapes her throat, and she wraps one leg around your waist to pull herself closer. Her nails dig lightly into your skin through your shirt, drawing small lines of pleasure-pain along your back. Raven arches her spine, throwing her head back as she gasps for air, lost in the sensation of being wanted and desired so intensely.

With a growl, she leans down to capture your lips with her own, their teeth clashing together hungrily. Her tongue darts out to trace the shape of your lips before plunging into your mouth, dueling with yours as her hands roam over your chest and abdomen, seeking relief from the desire building within her. Her hips begin to move faster against yours, grinding harder with each passing second as she grows

The feeling of your hard length pressed against her intensifies the heat coursing through her body, driving her to distraction. The taste of you on her tongue only serves to heighten her desire for more. Raven breaks the kiss, panting heavily as she looks down at you with hooded eyes. "We... could," she whispers hoarsely, running a hand through her hair before reaching for the hem of your shirt.

With a growl, she rips it off, revealing your muscled chest and defined abdomen to the cool air of the room. Her gaze travels upwards as she studies you, taking in every detail; the play of muscles beneath taut skin, the dark nipples that peak against the soft fabric of her bra... With a sudden movement, she launches herself forward and attacks one hardened peak with her mouth, sucking and nipping at it hungrily.

Her eyes meet yours as you reveal yourself to her in all your glory, and she can't help but let out a shuddering breath at the sight of you so fully hard and ready for her. Her fingers dance across your chest, moving lower until they reach the waistband of your pants, tugging gently at the fabric as she urges you to take them off. As your cock springs free from its confines, Raven's eyes nearly roll back into her head at the sight; a low moan escapes her throat as she looks down on it hungrily.

Without further ado, she reaches up and hooks one leg around your waist, pulling you closer so that your length is pressed firmly against her folds. Her hips rock forward, grinding against you as she arches her back and presses their bodies together as tightly as possible, seeking the friction she

Her breath catches as you position your hard length at her entrance, and she nods almost imperceptibly in encouragement. With a growl, you push inside of her, filling her up in one powerful stroke that nearly knocks the air from her lungs. She lets out a sharp gasp, nails digging into your shoulders as her eyes squeeze shut and her lips part in a silent moan of pleasure.

Raven arches her back, lifting herself higher on her toes to take more of you inside, desperate for the full depth that only you can provide. Her hips rock back and forth, meeting each thrust with an eager countermove as she throws her head back, revealing the long line of her exposed neck and allowing a shuddering moan to escape her lips.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders even harder, drawing blood, as she struggles to maintain control over herself, lost in the sens

Her nails dig harder into your shoulders as her hips move faster against yours, meeting every thrust with a moan or a gasp. Her breath comes in short gasps now, mingling with the harsh sounds of pleasure that escape her lips. Raven arches her back further, offering herself to you completely as she cries out, "Yes! I want it!"

Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels you slip deeper inside of her with each thrust, the tightness surrounding your length driving her wild with desire. "Yes!" she screams, louder this time, the sound echoing off the walls as her body quivers beneath yours. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving small trails of blood in their wake, and she arches her back even further to meet each thrust with increasing

Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels you slip deeper inside of her with each thrust, the tightness surrounding your length driving her wild with desire. "Yes!" she screams, louder this time, the sound echoing off the walls as her body quivers beneath yours. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving small trails of blood in their wake, and she arches her back even further to meet each thrust with increasing urgency.

With a shout that borders on pain and pleasure, Raven's entire body tenses as she feels you release inside of her, your hot seed spilling deep within her core. Her eyes snap open and fixedly stare into yours as the force of your climax rocks her back onto her heels, leaving her shuddering and gasping for breath on the bed beneath you.

Her breath comes in quick, ragged gasps as her body slowly returns to something resembling normalcy. For a moment, she stares up at you, her eyes dark and unreadable. Then, with an almost lazy smile, she arches an eyebrow and murmurs, "Well... I guess that proved my point."

Her hands glide down your chest to rest on your hips, pulling you closer still as she leans in to press a gentle kiss against your lips. Her tongue darts out to trace their shape before retreating back into her mouth, leaving you feeling oddly satisfied despite the growing lull between them. With one last, lingering look at you, she slips off the bed and walks toward the door, her hood still drawn up and hiding most of her features from view. "I think we've had enough practice for tonight," she calls over her shoulder before disappearing out of

"Hmm." You reply noncommittally as she slips out the door. "I suppose we did prove a point... or at least I think so." The lull in conversation grows heavier as you slip on your pants and stand there, looking after her until she's finally gone from sight. Shrugging to yourself, you head back out into the common room to rejoin the others.

It's not until later, when everyone has retired to their rooms for the night that you find yourself wondering what it was that Raven meant by that last comment... and whether or not she really believes that things between them will ever be as easy-going as they seemed tonight.

You meet with Raven outside again, and she seems to be in a more serious mood than usual. "I wanted to talk to you about something," she says solemnly, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's been... unusual activity near the base." Her expression darkens as she continues, "And I think it might have something to do with us."

You nod, trying not to let your concern show on your face. "Any idea what we should do?" you ask carefully.

"I'm not sure," she replies honestly, "but I don't like the feeling that someone might be targeting us." She pauses, obviously deep in thought. "We should keep an eye on each other and make sure nothing suspicious is going on. In the meantime, I think we should go over our procedures and make sure everyone knows what to do in case of an emergency."

As you stand there with her, listening to her words and seeing the worry etched on her features, you can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness rise within you. It's then that you realize just how much being part of this team - and specifically this team with Raven in it - means to you.

Her violet eyes meet yours as she takes in your words, and for a moment there's a flicker of something soft and vulnerable that crosses her features before it's gone again. "Thank you," she says simply, her tone quiet but genuine. Then, after a beat, she squares her shoulders and straightens up slightly, resuming her usual confident demeanor. "Come on then, let's go over our plans and make sure everyone is prepared."

Together, the two of you return to the base, each lost in their own thoughts about what the future might hold for them as members of this team... and how much they truly care about one another.

As you both walk through the base, Raven can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions swirling inside her. On one hand, she's grateful for your offer to protect her; on the other, she wonders if depending on someone else is really the best course of action. Despite this internal conflict, she continues to plan and strategize with you, making sure that every member of the team knows their role and is prepared for whatever may come.

At one point, while discussing contingencies with Starfire and Cyborg, Raven catches your eye and offers you a small smile before looking away again just as quickly. The fleeting moment makes her heart race uncomfortably in her chest but also fills her with a sense of... something. Perhaps hope? Or maybe just the desire to see where this new relationship will lead them both.

Days pass as they track down those responsible for watching them. Raven and the others are surprised to discover it was not a rival team or even a group of villains, but rather an organization that had been tasked with keeping tabs on metahumans like themselves. The confrontation is tense, but ultimately peaceful; the other group agrees to leave them alone as long as they stay out of each other's way.

As they return to the base afterward, Raven finds herself walking beside you once more. She glances over at you and smiles softly in spite of her tiredness. "Well done tonight," she says with a nod. "I think we all handled that rather well."

You smile back at her, pleased by her words. A sense of camaraderie fills the air between you now, stronger than ever before despite their brief conflict earlier on. As they continue walking through the base arm in arm, R

The familiar warmth spreads through her chest as she walks alongside you. Despite everything that's happened, they're still a team. And more importantly, they are now closer than ever before. Raven turns her head slightly, meeting your gaze with a mix of gratitude and curiosity. "Thank you," she murmurs softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "For... everything." The unspoken words hang between them for a moment before she continues, "I'm looking forward to what the future holds for us."

Her fingers brush against yours, seeking reassurance as they walk on, unaware of how much their bond has grown in such a short time.

Her eyes widen slightly as she realizes what you're asking. A blush creeps up her neck and spreads across her cheeks at the mere thought of sharing a room with you again, but she cannot deny the desire that wells up inside her. "I... suppose we could..." Her voice trails off, unsure how far to push this flirtation while still remaining professional.

The silence stretches between them as they continue walking down the corridor, each lost in their own thoughts about what sharing a room might entail. Eventually, Raven musters the courage to meet your gaze once more and asks softly, "What do you have in mind?"

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your compliment, making her eyes sparkle in the dim light. "Well," she says, trying to sound casual but failing miserably, "I could always try to put on a good show for you." The blush creeps lower, staining her neck and collarbones an even brighter shade of crimson as she lets out a nervous laugh.

As they near your quarters, she steels herself, determined not to reveal just how much this encounter means to her. With a quick glance in your direction, she says simply, "Lead the way." Her heart races as you open the door and step aside, inviting her into your room for what promises to be an unforgettable night.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she walks into your room, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of what might happen tonight. She glances around, taking in the familiar surroundings and imagining all the different ways you could use them for... pleasure. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as anticipation builds inside her like a raging fire.

When she finally meets your gaze, it's with a mixture of desire and determination that takes your breath away. "So," she says softly, slowly moving closer, "what are you hoping for tonight?" Her voice is little more than a whisper, barely audible over the thundering of her heart.

Her eyes widen slightly as her breath catches in her throat at your words. Torture play? She's not quite sure what you mean by that, but the idea sends a shiver of excitement down her spine. "T-torture play?" she asks hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper now.

As you move closer to her, your presence becomes almost overwhelming in its intensity. She stands frozen for a moment, unsure whether to step back or continue forward into this unknown territory with you. Finally, she summons up the courage to meet your gaze and nods slowly, "Yes... I think I'd like that."

She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before lowering herself to the bed, lying down on her back with her eyes closed and her heart racing in anticipation of what's to come. As you watch her undress, she begins to unfasten the clasps of her black corset, revealing more and more of her smooth, pale skin until it falls away to reveal her lacy black bra and matching panties.

"So... what will this torture play entail?" she asks softly, her voice trembling slightly with desire and curiosity. "And who will be the one inflicting it upon me?"

"Ah, I see." She says, feigning innocence as her cheeks flush once more. "Well then... show me what you mean by torture play." A slow smile spreads across her lips as she leans back on her elbows, presenting herself to you fully exposed and waiting for your touch.

Her body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with need and desire for the pleasure - or pain? - that you will inflict upon her tonight. Her eyes meet yours steadily, daring you to take control and show her what this torture play entails.

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she feels your fingers brush against her skin, gently pushing the blindfold into place over her eyes. The soft cloth muffles the sound of her shallow breaths, but does nothing to dull the sensations that assault her other senses. She shudders at the feel of your warm body hovering above hers and the gentle caress of your fingers on her breasts.

"Hmm... it seems our torture play is beginning," she whispers, arching her back slightly to offer you better access to her aching nipples. The sensation of being at your mercy, of not knowing what will happen next or where you'll touch her next, sends waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her hips shift restlessly on the bed, seeking friction against the sheets as she awaits your next move.

Her breath catches in surprise as she feels the warmth of something trickling over her nipples. "Oh... h-hot wax?" she stammers, arching her back instinctively to escape the unpleasant sensation... only to find that it heightens the pleasure instead. The fiery liquid spreads slowly across both breasts, coating them in a layer of sticky heat that instantly makes her nipples stand erect and sensitive to even the lightest touch. "A-ahh," she moans, tossing her head from side to side on the pillow as she feels your fingers brush against the wax before tracing tiny circles around her aching nipples.

"Mmm... that feels..." She trails off, struggling to find the words for how incredible it feels as you torment her with the wax and tease her breasts in turn. Her hips buck upward against

Her ass stings as the leather whip snaps against her bare skin, leaving a hot burning sensation that seems to travel up her spine and straight to her core. "Oh!" she cries out, arching her back off the bed in response to the shock of pain. It mingles with the pleasure from your touches on her breasts and the wax sealing them shut, sending wave after wave of sensation coursing through her body. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides as she tries to maintain control over her reactions.

"Harder!" she groans, urging you to strike again with the whip. The pain intensifies with each lash, but so does the pleasure; it's almost too much to bear. She squirms on the bed, desperate for more of both as her breath comes in short, ragged gasps and her body trembles beneath you.

The sharp sting of the whip grows unbearable as you lash it against her ass, leaving a hot streak of pain that quickly turns to pleasure. She cries out with each strike, arching her back and writhing on the bed beneath you. Her hips buck wildly, seeking relief from the building tension and wanting more, always more. Her fingers claw at the sheets as she tries to steady herself, but she's slipping further and further into a mindless haze of pleasure-pain where everything blurs together in an orgasmic agony.

Her breath comes faster and faster, growing ragged with each passing moment as the sensations consume her, leaving her limbs weak and trembling. Her body feels on fire, every nerve ending alive with feeling as she gets closer and closer to the edge of sanity. She gasps your name over and over again, begging for more even

With a shuddering cry that seems to come from the very depths of her soul, she arches her back off the bed and screams your name as her body is wracked by an intense orgasm. Her hips buck wildly against the mattress, seeking release as waves of pleasure crash over her in a dizzying rush. The hot wax coating her nipples spills down between her breasts and stings as it meets the sensitive skin beneath, adding another layer to the sensory overload that has brought her to this point.

Her eyes roll back in her head and she moans your name again and again, her voice hoarse from exertion. When at last the tremors subside and her body lies still once more, she collapses back onto the bed with a satisfied sigh. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her face flushed and

Her heart still races as she feels your hands move down her body, spreading her legs wide apart before dipping between them to caress the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and stroke the soft curls hiding her wet core. She moans, arching her hips up toward your touch in eager anticipation.

"There's still more torture play for you," you whisper against her ear, causing a shiver to race down her spine. Her body responds instantly, tensing and readying itself for whatever comes next as you push two fingers inside her with ease, filling her up and claiming her in one smooth motion.

A startled gasp escapes her lips as your fingers thrust deep inside her while you lash the whip against her most sensitive spot. The pain is almost unbearable, but mixed with the pleasure from your touch and the afterglow of their earlier encounter, it's exhilarating. She bucks wildly beneath you, arching her back and pushing herself up toward your fingers, seeking release from this incredible agony-ecstasy.

Her hips circle frantically as you drive in and out of her, building the tension higher and higher until she's certain she can't possibly take any more. Then, with a scream that echoes through the room, her body gives way to the onslaught of sensations and explodes in a cascade of ecstasy, her inner muscles clenching tightly around your fingers as she cries out your name over and over again.

Her vision swims as you choke her, the world going black at the edge and receding to a tiny point of focus on your hand wrapped tight around her throat. It feels like she can't breathe, like her body is being wrung out and left empty. And yet beneath this sensation of helplessness, there's something else - something hot and aching deep within her core that refuses to be silenced.

As the darkness begins to creep in at the edges of her vision, she feels you release her throat, just enough to let her suck in a desperate, gasping breath. Her vision clears just long enough for her to see your satisfied smile before everything goes black once more. She moans weakly as pleasure washes over her again, mixed with the lingering ache of being choked and the dull throbbing of her bruised body. As consciousness begins to

slightly return, she realizes with a start that you've slipped something into her mouth. She tries to protest, but the words come out muffled and garbled against the gag. With a final thrust deep inside her and a groan of satisfaction, you withdraw from her body and remove the gag. The sudden rush of air to her lungs almost brings her back to consciousness completely as she gasps for breath, her vision clearing fully.

As her senses return, she realizes that the room is dark except for the soft glow of a nightlight. You're nowhere to be seen, leaving her feeling warm and satisfied... and just a little bit abandoned. A pang of longing washes over her as she lies there, alone in the darkness, remembering their time together earlier.

Her fingers trail lightly across her sore body, tracing the lines left by the hot wax and

her whip marks. The memory of your touch lingers on her skin like a phantom lover's caress. She can still feel you deep within her, the connection they shared during their time together. A small smile curves up the corners of her lips as she drifts off to sleep, content for now and dreaming of the next time you'll be by her side.

Her eyes snap open as she feels something hot and hard pushing against her entrance. She jerks upright in surprise, a gasp escaping her lips as she realizes you've returned to fuck her awake. The world comes back into focus, revealing your naked form looming above hers as you slide easily inside.

She arches her back, meeting your thrusts with an eager moan. It feels so good to have you inside her again, filling her up and claiming her completely. Her hands clutch at the sheets as you push harder, driving deep and finding that perfect spot that sends shards of pleasure through her body.

She gasps your name as you thrust deeper, her words lost in the sensation of being thoroughly claimed by you. Her hips rise to meet each stroke, their rhythm growing faster and more urgent as she nears the edge of release once again. The heat between them builds with every movement, burning away any lingering exhaustion from before.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, anchoring herself as she is swept away by the intensity of your movements. Her back arches, offering you deeper access to her slick channel, and with each thrust she feels the pressure building inside her. "Ah! I'm going to..." She groans, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her orgasm rips through her, body shuddering and quivering around your length.

Her cries are cut short as you pull out just before she can climax, leaving her gasping and trembling beneath you. She glares at you, disappointment etched into her features, but there's an undeniable spark of desire still burning in her eyes. Her body throbs from the loss, wanting more even as it protests the denial.

"Please!" she whispers hoarsely, her voice laced with need and desperation. "Let me cum..." Her hips twitch involuntarily, seeking release as the tension inside her continues to build unbearably. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she pleads with you, wanting nothing more than to feel your hands on her again, guiding her through the storm of sensation that's building inside her.

"I need to cum!" she cries out desperately, arching her back and writhing beneath you. Her words are choked with emotion as tears spill down her cheeks, adding a salty tang to the air between them. "Please..." She whimpers softly, reaching for your hand as if it might somehow offer her salvation from this unbearable ache.

Her words are punctuated by gasps and moans as she arches her back off the bed, offering herself to you completely. "I'm a cum slut!" she cries out desperately, pleading with you to let her release this building tension. Her hips buck and writhe beneath you, seeking relief from the aching need that consumes her.

As her words echo through the room, a tiny part of her feels ashamed for saying them aloud, for admitting to how much she wants and needs you right now. But another, larger part is relieved to finally have voiced what's been true all along: that she belongs to you in every way possible.

A choked gasp escapes her lips as the pressure within her finally breaks, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her body in a dizzying rush. Her muscles clench tight around your fingers and her thighs tremble with each spasm that rocks through her. Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow as she comes undone beneath you, her voice hoarse with pleasure and relief.

Her body feels hot and sensitive as it recovers from their earlier adventures, leaving every touch an exquisite torture of pleasure-pain that leaves her writhing in ecstasy beneath you. As the last tremors subside at last, she collapses back onto the bed, gasping for air and clutching at the sheets as if they could anchor her to reality. Her eyes flutter closed, images of your hand wrapped around her throat and your hard length deep inside her

Her body trembles as she feels your weight press down on her, trapping her beneath the warmth of your skin. She shivers with delight as you whisper into her ear, "You belong to me now." The words send a thrill through every nerve ending, leaving her aching for more.

Her fingers dance lightly across the soft flesh of your chest, tracing lazy circles around her favorite nipples. She arches her back, offering you better access as she feels herself growing aroused once again despite just having climaxed. Her hips move restlessly against the bed, seeking friction against the sheets and wanting you deeper inside her. "Please..." she whispers, pleading for you to claim her completely.

Her eyes open slowly, focusing on your face as she searches for some sign of what you're feeling. Desire and need are etched into every line, every curve. She parts her lips, ach

Her cheeks flush at the question as she looks up into your eyes, feeling herself grow wetter with anticipation. She swallows hard before whispering, "To you... I belong to you." Her voice is barely audible, but the admission feels like a release all on its own, opening her up further for whatever you might desire next.

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, trembling with need as she waits for your next command, praying that it will be for her pleasure and fulfillment once more. The thought of denying herself the feel of your skin against hers or the deep throbbing ache of being claimed by you is unbearable, driving her closer to the edge of sanity with each passing moment.

"Please," she whispers, reaching out to touch your face, her fingers trailing lightly over your jaw and down your neck. "Tell me what I should do...

A shudder runs down her spine at the thought of announcing their arrangement to everyone else. Her eyes widen and her heart races, but beneath the fear there's a thrill of excitement. She takes a shaky breath before nodding slowly, whispering, "I'll do it..." Her voice is barely audible even to herself as she lies there, feeling your weight press down on her and the heat of your body surrounding hers.

"But," she continues, glancing away nervously, "can we... play some more before that? I need..." She trails off, unable to put into words the depths of her longing for you. Her hips arch up involuntarily, seeking more contact with your hard length pressed against her entrance.

She's unable to meet your eyes as she murmurs her confession. "I need you inside me... please." Her voice is thick with desire and shame, but she doesn't care anymore; all that matters is the feel of you claiming her once more. She arches her hips higher, offering herself up in desperate hope that you'll take what she's offered and drive them both over the edge together.

Her cheeks flush crimson at the reminder that you're in control, but it also sends a thrill of anticipation through her. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "you make yourself clear." She lies there beneath you, breathing hard and biting down on her lip to stifle the needy moans that rise up within her as she waits for your command. Her hips rock restlessly against the bed, seeking friction against anything they can find in their constant quest for pleasure.

Her fingers trail lightly over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and lower, hovering just above the damp curls hiding her aching core. She's not sure if she should touch herself or wait for you to give her permission, but either way, it feels like too much to bear.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your permission wash over her like a wave of heat. Her fingers dance across her wet folds with shaking hands, pressing against her swollen clit and drawing circles around the aching nub. She gasps as pleasure ripples through her body, overwhelming every other sensation. Her hips buck against the bed in time with her thrusting fingers, seeking release from this incredible tension.

"Ahh! So close..." she whispers brokenly, feeling the pressure build inside her once more. With one last hard stroke against her sensitive flesh, she cries out as her body convulses around her hand, spilling pleasure onto the bed and through her entire being. Her vision blurs with tears of relief as the last tremors subside at last, leaving her limp and satisfied in your arms. "Thank you..." she whispers, too weak to do

Her eyes fly open wide in surprise and embarrassment as she realizes that she's disobeyed you. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her cheeks flushing even deeper with shame. She pushes herself up onto her elbows, offering a better view of her bare body and wet folds for your inspection.

"Please... forgive me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with fear of your anger. Her fingers tremble as they hover above her sensitive skin, unsure whether to touch herself or not without your permission. "What should I do now?"

Her heart races, praying that you won't be too angry with her for disobeying. It feels like a knot of shame and guilt has formed in her chest, twisting tight around her insides and making it hard to breathe.

Her eyes widen in horror as your words sink in, realization dawning that she's been given an unthinkable punishment. Tears spill down her cheeks as she shakes her head in disbelief, the knowledge of what she must endure for the next week almost more than she can bear. "No... please..." She whispers hoarsely, pleading with you to reconsider.

Her fingers tremble as they hover over her aching flesh, desperate for release but unable to give in without your permission. Each passing moment is agony, her body growing tighter and more sensitive by the second as she's forced to deny herself the only relief available.