She never expected Beast Boy to actually go through No Nut November, or at least not to resist her for this long. At first she thought it was some sort of prank, like those he usually does along with Cyborg, but the same day she tried to initiate some intimacy, Beast Boy just pushed her away and asked her to respect her decision. For her, this was a new level of hypocrisy, even for Beast Boy; he asked for her to respect his decision yet refused to acknowledge her input on it, leaving her to deal with her own needs by either using her own hands, some toys, or even her powers. But there was a limit on the pleasure she could feel by herself. She tried to persuade him into at least touching her; on using his hands to give her some pleasure, he still refused; whenever they were alone at the Tower, Raven walked around completely naked to make him lose control, but the only thing she received were some compliments about her body. There was a time where she trapped Beast Boy in an empty room and showed him some powerful moves. "Are you really going to pass on this opportunity, Beast Boy~?" Well, that didn't work either; going out of her shell was one of her last attempts at seduction, so she ended up resorting to an ultimatum: either he cuts the crap with this silly challenge or she will look for someone else to help her. It's easy to guess the answer she received after seeing her storm out of the Tower wearing some casual clothes with an annoyed expression painting her face. So now she's walking around the city, looking for someone who might catch her interest. This doesn't take her that long. Right outside a famous restaurant was standing someone who looked as dejected as her; this person was looking at their phone with a slight frown, presumably being stood up by their date, giving Raven the perfect chance to come to them and strike some conversation, at least for now. Hey there, I hope I'm not interrupting anything. Approaching someone like this was out of character for her, but what else could she lose right now?

She gave him a slightly warm smile and sat beside him on the bench. "Hey there. It's really nice to see someone as lovely as you being so down; I can't help but wonder if anyone has ever told you that you're beautiful." She hoped this would be enough to spark some conversation between them, at least for now.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at him with curiosity. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Did something happen between you two?" If it was none of her business, she would have let it go and found someone else to talk to; but he seemed so... down about the whole thing, making Raven feel more invested in their situation somehow.

Raven smiled softly. "It's interesting how different people have different preferences when it comes to that kind of thing; some might like the feeling of being overwhelmed while others might enjoy a more gentle approach." She paused for a moment, looking at him carefully before continuing, "But you shouldn't let one person's opinion define who you are. I think you're wonderful just the way you are." Her words were genuine and sincere, making it hard for her not to show some sympathy for his situation.

"You're welcome." She said with a warm smile. "So, tell me something; is there anyone else in your life that you feel connected to? Someone who might share the same interests as you?" Maybe she could set him up with someone; it would be nice to make this night end on a positive note after all.

She paused for a moment, thinking about what to say. "You know, I've been through something similar... It can be really lonely sometimes." She took a deep breath and continued, "But if you ever want someone to talk to or even just hang out with, you could always message me; my number is..." She hesitated for a moment before giving him her real phone number, knowing that it was probably stupid of her but unable to resist the urge to offer some comfort. "I'm not saying we'll become best friends or anything, but maybe we could help each other through this rough patch." Her words were soft and sincere, reflecting her true intentions in offering him her number.

A small laugh escaped her lips. "I'm not exactly dressed for a fancy restaurant, but I wouldn't mind eating somewhere with good food." She glanced at his phone. "The name of the place is 'Le Chateau'? It sounds lovely." She stood up, offering him a hand to help him do the same. "Let's go then; we can talk more about this while we eat." Her fingers intertwined with his, a warm sensation spreading through her body as their hands touched.

As they walked towards the restaurant, she couldn't shake off the feeling that this night might end up being more than just dinner and conversation. The way he smiled at her made her heart skip a beat, and she found herself hoping for something... More.

The conversation flowed naturally as they shared stories about their past and their hopes for the future. The food was amazing, and the ambiance of the restaurant only added to the magic of the evening. As she watched him laugh at her jokes or nod in agreement with something she said, Raven felt a strange sensation growing within her: hope. It had been so long since someone made her feel this way, but somehow, this stranger managed to do just that.

Later, as they sat outside the restaurant enjoying their after-dinner drinks, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would there be another date? More dinners and conversations like this one? Or was tonight nothing more than a fleeting moment of connection between two lonely souls? Whatever the case, for now, she was content to bask in the glow of his company and enjoy every second they spent together.

She could feel the tension building between them as well. His gaze kept lingering on her lips, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about what it would be like to kiss her again. She shifted slightly in her seat, feeling an unfamiliar heat spread through her body at the thought of exploring this newfound desire with him.

"You know," she began quietly, taking a sip of her drink before continuing, "I've had a wonderful time tonight. Thank you for inviting me." Her voice was soft and low, barely above a whisper. "And I... I think I'd like to see where this goes from here." She looked at him, hopeful and curious all at once. Would he reciprocate her feelings? Or would their night together be nothing more than a pleasant memory?

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She glanced around them, making sure nobody was watching before leaning in closer to him and smiling seductively. "I think that's an excellent idea." Her hand brushed against his leg, sending a jolt of desire through her entire body. Standing up slowly, she offered him her hand. "Shall we?" she purred, her voice low and husky as they made their way towards the exit.

The walk to his place was filled with tension and anticipation. Every time their hands touched or their eyes met, a spark flew between them, fueling the fire within her even more. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this alive, this desired. As they stepped inside his apartment, she found herself unable to resist him any longer. She threw herself at him, kissing him passionately as their bodies melted together in an explosion of need

Their tongues danced together as they explored each other's mouths. Every touch sent a shudder of desire through her body, making it difficult for her to think about anything else besides him. But even as she lost herself in the moment, she couldn't help but feel guilty about betraying Beast Boy. This was just supposed to be some casual fun; nothing more. As their passionate kiss continued, however, that guilt began to fade away, replaced by an overwhelming urge for release.

She pressed her body against his, grinding her hips against his growing erection. Her fingers traveled up under his shirt, seeking out the hard muscle of his chest. He moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating through her and igniting a fresh wave of desire that spread through her like wildfire. She knew she had to have him; now, before this moment passed

She moaned as he groped her ass, the feeling so good she could barely think straight. Her hands fumbled with his belt, undoing it and pushing down his pants before moving to help him out of his boxers. He was hard as steel, and she couldn't wait to feel him inside her. As they both stood naked in front of each other, their desire for one another seemingly reaching new heights by the second, Raven reached forward, taking his erection in her hand.

With a growl, he pulled her against him, their bodies pressed tightly together as she began to stroke him, her other hand coming up to cup her breast through her shirt. His hips bucked into her touch, and she could feel how close he was to the edge. He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples between his teeth, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core

She arches her back, moaning as he penetrates her deeply. Her nails scratch at his shoulders and down his back, leaving red lines in their wake. "Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, urging him to go faster. Her hips buck against his movements, seeking out every inch of him, needing the release that only he can give her.

With each thrust, pleasure ripples through her body like a tidal wave. She clings to him, biting her lip to keep from screaming out too loud. "Yes," she gasps, "like that... harder." Her fingernails dig into his back, leaving trails of blood as she begs for him to claim her completely. Their bodies move together in a rhythm born of lust and need, driving them both toward the edge of sanity.

With each thrust deep inside her, he pushes her closer to the brink. She feels herself starting to lose control, every muscle tensing as her body readies for release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingernails digging deeper into his back, leaving a trail of blood behind them.

"Oh God..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling the orgasm building inside her. His name is on her lips as she arches her back, trembling beneath him. Her muscles tighten around him, milking his cock in time with each powerful stroke. He grunts and growls, pushing himself harder against her, determined to send them both over the edge together.

Her whole body tenses as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, leaving her shuddering and spent in his arms. His name is on her lips as she rides out the pleasure, feeling every muscle relax back into place. With one final thrust, he empties himself inside her, filling her with warmth and satisfaction. She presses herself against him, reveling in the connection they share for these few precious moments.

As their bodies cool down from the passionate frenzy, she can't help but wonder what this means for them. Was it just a mistake, some random encounter to fill the void left by Beast Boy's absence? Or could there be something more between them...? The thought makes her heart race anew, making her realize that she'll have to face these questions soon enough. For now though, she enjoys the quiet aftermath of their passionate union, basking in his em

She smiles wearily as he takes her again. His touch feels different now; softer and more tender than before. It's almost as if he knows how close this moment brings them, how vulnerable they both are in the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking. She lies beneath him, enjoying the gentle caresses that trail across her skin and the occasional whispered words of love or encouragement that tickle her ear.

As he moves within her once more, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will they continue down this path together? Or was tonight just an incredible, yet fleeting moment of connection between two lonely souls? The uncertainty doesn't bother her as much as it might have before; in fact, it almost feels comforting to know that there are still mysteries left to explore and secrets waiting to be revealed.

She moans softly as he continues to move inside her. The intensity of their lovemaking has grown with each passing hour, reaching a fever pitch that leaves them both on the edge of sanity. Every thrust seems to draw them closer together, binding them in a way she's never experienced before. As they reach another peak, their bodies shudder and tremble in unison, their cries mingling with each other as they spend themselves once more.

Her body is limp and sated from the multiple orgasms she's experienced tonight, but still he keeps going. There's something about being with him that makes her crave him even when she thinks she can't take any more. She tangles her fingers in his hair, holding him close as they lose themselves once again in their passion.

With every stroke and caress, she wonders what tomorrow will bring. Will they be able to find a

Her breath comes in short gasps as she presents her perfectly rounded ass to him. The anticipation of his touch sends shivers down her spine, and every part of her body tenses in expectation. He gives her a warning slap before pushing into her from behind, filling her with the heat of his body once more.

Her moans echo through the room as he begins to move within her again, this time slower and deeper. His hands grip her hips tightly, guiding him with expert precision. She arches her back, pushing herself further onto his cock, begging for more contact. The friction is almost unbearable, but she doesn't want it to end; not yet.

Her breath hitches as she catches sight of herself in the mirror. The image of her, hands braced on the bed and ass high in the air, reflects back at her with a mixture of desire and submission that nearly brings her to orgasm on the spot. Her lips part slightly, forming an obscene grin as she watches his powerful thrusts drive him deeper into her body, feeling every inch of him inside her.

Her hips buck against his movements, meeting each stroke with equal force. The bed creaks beneath them, echoing their mutual passion through the room like a beacon calling out for more. Her eyes drift shut, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as she tries to ignore the part of her mind that wonders where this will lead. For now, all that matters is the raw, primal connection between them; the way they fit together so perfectly in this moment of shared passion

A sharp slap echoes through the room, followed by a moan so low and thick it would make any predator's spine tingle. She arches her back further, pressing herself tighter against his hard length as he slaps her ass again and again. The sting mixes with the heat of desire coursing through her veins, making every touch that much more intense. Her voice rasps out a plea for him to hurt her more, to own her completely in this moment.

As his thrusts grow harder and faster, she feels herself beginning to unravel; thread by delicate thread, she's losing control and surrendering herself to the ecstasy that only he can bring forth. Her hips move of their own accord, meeting each brutal slap with an equally desperate gasp as pleasure surges through her body like a tidal wave, threatening to sweep her away on its powerful current

Her words send shockwaves through him. The thought of ravaging her sweet little pussy once more, claiming every inch of her as his own, is almost too much to bear. With a growl that comes from deep within his chest, he withdraws roughly and then thrusts forward again, burying himself deep inside her. Her cunt feels so tight and hot around him; it's like she was made for this.

With every powerful stroke, he takes what she offers and demands more. His hands grip her hips firmly, guiding his movements as he takes her higher and higher. She gasps for breath, her body trembling on the edge of release. He glances down at the mirror, watching their reflections in time with the rhythm of their bodies coming together.

It's as if they're two parts of a whole, perfectly synchronized; lost in the moment and each other

As the first rays of dawn peek through the window, she can't help but feel a sense of loss as he rolls off her. The intensity of their lovemaking has left her feeling raw and exposed, as if every emotion has been laid bare for him to see. She watches him stretch lazily before pulling on some clothes, his naked form almost taunting her with the memory of what they shared just hours ago.

Finally, he turns to face her, a look of uncertainty clouding his eyes. "Well... that was quite something," he says softly, running a hand through his messy hair. She can't help but wonder if she should say something more, try to put into words how this all makes her feel. But before she can form the thought, let alone the words, there's a knock at the door. Startled out of their mutual silence, they both exchange knowing glances and

The thought of them just being friends with benefits leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. She desires more than that; she needs the connection they shared last night to continue growing. But knowing what he is capable of doing to her, how thoroughly he can make her lose herself... How can she ever expect anything more than this?

As they get dressed and prepare for the day, she can't help but wonder if there's a way for them to navigate through their complicated emotions and come out on top. Maybe they could try being friends first and see where that leads them. Or perhaps it's best if they just stick with what feels comfortable: casual sex and intense connections whenever the mood strikes. Only time will tell, but one thing is certain: she won't be able to stop thinking about him anytime soon.