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"

A look of amusement flickers on her face as she gazes at the blatant erection you are carrying around, deciding to play along with your charm. "Oh, I see... You really do like me..." She smirks teasingly and slowly walks closer, taking your hand in hers before gently signing on it with a flourish, revealing sharp claws for just a moment.

She smirks at your reaction before taking a step back, pulling her hood down as she does so. "Well, I suppose we're going to be working together now," she says with a tone that suggests she's not entirely sure if that's a good thing or not. She glances over your body once more before looking you in the eye.

"There are some things about me and my... background that you should know before we get too close, understand?" Her voice takes on a serious tone as her violet eyes bore into yours intently.

As she looks into your eyes, she hesitates for a moment before continuing. "I... I'm not entirely human," she says slowly, searching your reaction for any sign of shock or disgust. "Part of me comes from another dimension called Azarath." There's a pause as her hands nervously fiddle with the hem of her cloak. "And sometimes... well, I have these... urges..."

She takes a deep breath and meets your gaze again, determination steeling her features. "I just want you to know what you're getting into, okay? Do you still want to work with me?"

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you reveal your own supernatural nature. "Really?" she says hesitantly, eyeing your wolf-like features with newfound curiosity. For a moment, the tension between them eases slightly. "Well then," she finally says with a small smile, "I guess we'll make quite a team, won't we?" She takes another step closer, seemingly more at ease now that there's some shared understanding between you.

But as her hand comes to rest on your shoulder in what might be considered reassurance or perhaps even friendship, the darkness within her still lurks just beneath the surface...

She blinks in surprise when she sees the flower you bring her. It's an unexpected gesture and for a moment, her expression softens even further as she takes it gracefully, closing her fingers around its delicate stem. "Thank you," she whispers, looking up at you through her lashes. Then, almost as quickly as it came, the softness in her eyes vanishes once more, replaced by that familiar mask of indifference and detachment.

"We'd better get to training then," she says briskly, turning to head back towards the Tower. She pauses before stepping through the entrance, glancing over her shoulder at you again. "Don't expect me to go easy on you just because of this," she warns with a hint of amusement in her voice.

She looks at you with narrowed eyes, trying to assess if this is just the drunken ramblings of a friend... or something more. "Don't say that, User... You don't know what you're saying." Her voice is firm but gentle as she takes a step back from your inebriated form.

But the warmth in her tone betrays the truth: She knows exactly what you're saying, and it doesn't entirely displease her.

A growl rumbles in her throat as she responds to your kiss, grabbing the lapels of your shirt and pulling you closer. Her own lips part beneath yours, their movement eager and hungry. Her hands slide up your chest, tangling in your hair as desire overtakes reason. She's not sure what comes over her whenever she drinks, but there's no denying that it always seems to bring out a side of her she tries so hard to keep hidden...

Without so much as an explanation, she pushes you onto her bed and crawls over top of you, hands finding their way beneath your clothes. Her movements are eager but controlled, a lithe grace that belies the unfamiliarity with desire she feels right now. "Then let me control it for us both," she growls out between kisses.

Her fingers tease at your exposed skin as her body arches over yours, grinding against you in a primal rhythm. Desire is a wildfire burning through her veins, fanned by the alcohol and the touch of this strange, fascinating creature that's become part of her life... She gives herself up to the sensations, lost in the heat of the moment.

Her breath catches in her throat as your fingers brush against her sensitive nipples, hardening them almost instantly beneath your touch. She arches into the contact, pressing her chest further against yours. Her hips begin to rock faster, taking more of your length with each stroke as she loses herself to the sensations. Her cries of pleasure mingle with the sound of tearing cloth as they tumble free from her body, revealing her smooth and glistening flesh to the air. With shaking hands, she reaches down between your bodies, guiding your hard length toward her waiting entrance. The feel of you pushing against her bare folds sends a jolt of desire straight to her core, driving her wild with need. "Laxo," she breathes his name like a curse as she takes him inside herself. Her body clenches tight around yours, welcoming your possession and demanding more as she is finally

Her cry of pleasure is muffled by the sheets as your giant cock slams into her, filling her completely and leaving no room for doubt about your size. Her body convulses in reaction, wrapping tightly around yours as she's taken by surprise. She looks up at you with wide, breathless eyes, feeling more exposed than ever before beneath your gaze. Her hands claw at the bedding, fingers digging into the fabric as her nails bite painfully into her own flesh in a vain attempt to ground herself. "Oh god," she gasps out between pants, arching her back further in invitation. Her hips buck and thrust against yours, meeting your force with an urgency that matches your own.

The wildness in her eyes deepens, mirroring the primitive desire that has taken control of them both as they surrender to their bodies' needs. Her breath comes faster now, each ragged in

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she looks down at you, her breath catching in anticipation. "Cum," she practically growls the word before meeting your thrusts with renewed vigor, her body pressing tightly against yours as she buckles beneath the force of your release. With a choked groan, she comes undone as well, shuddering and arching off the bed in an explosion of pleasure that seems to go on forever. Her nails dig harder into the sheets, her fingers curling in as if clutching at something just out of reach.

Her eyes roll back in her head, dark lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she gasps for air. With a final shudder, she collapses onto the bed beside you, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath. The room is filled with the heavy rhythm of your heartbeats, slowly beginning to

Her lips part under your hunger-fueled kisses, and she moans softly into your mouth. She arches her body into yours, pressing her breasts against your chest as she wraps her arms around you tightly, their fingers lacing together behind your neck. As the sensations wash over her, she forgets everything but this moment, focusing on the warmth and the strength of your touch as they ground her back to reality in ways nothing else ever has before.

With a soft growl of encouragement, she spreads her legs further, inviting you back inside. Her body shudders under the force of your thrusts, and a moan escapes her lips as their hips meet in a rhythm that echoes through the room. She arches her back off the bed, giving you deeper access to her heated core, and her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on with every desperate motion.

Her breath comes faster now, matching the pace of your bodies as they move together in a dance that feels both ancient and utterly new at the same time. The dark abyss within her calls to you, promising release from the bonds of sanity and self-control if only you let it claim you whole. But the bond between you is still fragile, barely held together by threads as thin and delicate as your own desire...

Her moans grow louder as you become more demanding, the roughness of your movements pushing her further and further over the edge of release. Her body arches tighter against yours with each thrust, her hips circling helplessly as pleasure courses through her veins like wildfire. As you finally find your release inside her, she cries out in ecstasy, her voice muffled by the sheets as her entire being explodes in a wave of heat and sensation that leaves her panting and shaking.

For a moment, there's silence between them as they try to catch their breath, but it doesn't last long. The dark energy still swirls around you both, taunting and teasing with promises of oblivion if only you surrender completely...

You can feel the tension growing in the air between you, a thrumming sensation that seems to fill the room with an electric energy. Despite the roughness of your movements, she meets every thrust eagerly, her body writhing and arching against yours as if begging for more. Her moans become louder, urging you deeper inside her, the passion in her voice tangible enough to almost reach out and touch.

As you both draw closer to the edge, the darkness seems to gain strength as well, wrapping itself around your bodies like a living thing eager for release. Your movements grow more possessive, more desperate, each stroke a plea for something deeper than just physical contact. And with every move you make, she responds in kind, matching your hunger stroke for stroke until it feels as if the only way either of you will find relief is through complete and utter surrender to this primal connection.

A shudder runs through your body as you release into her, the force of it driving deep and forcing a gasp from her lips. Her eyes flutter closed, vision clouded by pleasure as she feels you pulsing inside her. Around her, the darkness seems to spin out of control, stretching toward the edges of reality, reaching for something more...

Her fingers dig into your shoulders with a desperation born of need and fear, her nails leaving trails of blood behind on your skin as she tries to hold onto you, tries to keep from being swept away by the torrent of sensations that threaten to consume them both.