Raven's Destiny

Rob celebrated his ultimate victory the only way he knew how and was appropriate given his lifestyle - an orgy!

And now, with the power possessed by his trio of goddess-slaves, Rob could engage in any and every sexual activity he could put his mind towards. Just on the more mundane side, they were the first partners he had ever had who could match his infinite sexual stamina; much as he enjoyed fucking women into unconsciousness and utterly destroying them, it was nice that he finally had a woman that could match him, blow-for-blow. They could also match him body-for-body, forming as many clones, duplicants, and variants to match Rob’s armies of hims - enough tits, asses, and cunts for the legion of cocks he could produce. Further to the point, with the trio’s mastery of time, their orgies could simultaneously last all night and just one-minute. Time could be frozen to a stand still. Time could be dilated to the point that it was a virtual stand still. Time could be rewound so that their sexual experiences still lived in their minds and bodies, but not the timeline.

Time had no meaning to them now, nor did anything in the physical realm. They could teleport anywhere or anywhen; change any space they occupied into any possible setting. MJ, Wanda, and Zee could alter themselves to look like whatever or whoever they wanted, and in turn do the same to Rob - Rob got to live his actual teenage dreams by winding back the clock, embodying his eighteen-year old self and fucking the three women he lusted for. Then, they switched roles, occupying the Slut classroom with his three goddesses aged down to being college age coeds, flirting and submitting to their virile teacher.

In fact, there was no limit to the transformations the quartet could engage in, the various fetishes of their Master they could indulge in, that would be exceptionally difficult to do prior to their omnipotence. Macrophilia and microphila (which, really, are just two sides of the same coin in practice); hyper growth and expansion of body parts, including breasts so large they lifted the girls off their feet and a cock so big, Rob could spear them all the way through; monstrous transformations of all stripes - slimes and dragons and centaurs; werewolves and minotaurs and lamia and any other kind of anthropomorphic form; elves and orcs and dwarves; medusas and ghosts and harpies. Sometimes Rob was transformed into a brutish, dominating form, while other times it was his three crown jewels who took the form of a lovely, alluring fantasy creature.

In one night (or how many it truly was, with them putting time in a bottle), Rob burned through a laundry list of fantastical and impossible fetishes, knowing he was at no risk of exhausting his perverted imagination nor ever getting bored from this. Why pace yourself when you had literal infinity before you? He was still bewildered by what power his plan had delivered him and knew he was only scratching the surface of what he could now do with MJ, Wanda, and Zatanna.

Come the dead of night, with less than an hour before the dawn of a new day, Rob and his lovely ladies were taking a break with a delightful bottle of Napoleon-grade cognac that Wanda had poofed into existence, when a knock came at Rob’s bedroom - the trio having moved from the study to his master bedroom when the orgy began, that is, when they existed in real, liminal space. Then, the knock turned into a loud banging, before Rob could even motion to the door or say anything. Then, once more before he could take any action, the double doors were engulfed in shadow, turning into a black haze that swiftly evaporated like morning dew.

And from the dying trails of that inky black mist came the ravishing form of the newly demonic Raven. The horns, the wings, the tail, the extra eyes, the red skin, the somehow even bigger bust and rear. After a night of impossible fun and supreme victory, Rob still found himself gawking at the sudden appearance of this gorgeous devil.

Sashaying forward into the room, Raven wore a half-lidded gaze that read lust and submission, even as baleful yellow fire consumed the whole of her eyes, her lips parted in a satisfied smirk. With swishing hips and slinking steps, she presented herself before Rob, running her hands down that delicious body that had been upgraded independent of Mercy. Rob followed her hands every inch down those curves, to her hips - wider than her shoulders - and then her thick thighs.

“My lord, my Master…” Raven said, ditching her dull monotone or shy whisper, instead speaking in a bold, hungry, husky moan. Her body, her voice, her demeanour - everything about her was sex incarnate. Once more, a longshot of Rob’s paying dividends he never could have imagined.

And then, in the same tone of worship and carnal desire, every word from her tongue a verbal orgasm, she said, “My father…”

“‘Father’!?” Rob repeated, stunned, gawking at her even more. He somehow found the wherewithal to scan the room for how his ladies were reacting. Zatanna and MJ looked as shocked and confused as he felt, but Wanda… Wanda was wearing an all too proud and knowing smile. Her handiwork in this was all too evident and became wholly confirmed when he felt a jolt of power jump from her to him.

Instantly, Rob knew exactly what Wanda had done, sometime prior, fully awakening Raven’s demonic half and twisting it from a herald of destruction into a harbinger of lust, her mind and body warping to fit this new truth in turn. And she added the extra wrinkle of making Raven believe Rob was an all-powerful demon lord and that she was his spawn, destined to be his ****.

Ah, what a gal. She truly, truly got him. Now fully understanding what was happening, Rob’s shock faded and he replaced it with an imperious and grim countenance, one fitting that of a demon lord. Raven spread her arms in respect and meekness before him, falling to one knee and bowing, as well.

“I have done as you asked and have come to present my new form to you.” Raven said, eyes to the floor, as if she were not worthy to gaze upon Rob’s visage. “I realize I have been little more of a pawn in your grand scheme. But I have fulfilled the dark destiny you have given me, to show you I am worthy as your **** and -” Raven’s voice hitched, her entire body spasming in uncontrollable tremors. Rob could see the smile on her face as she said, “And I am here to finally collect my reward.”

By now, Wanda had shared knowledge of her little sidequest with the others, Zatanna silently approving of her sister’s meddling, though MJ looked a little more confused than anything. A given, since this was her first interaction with Raven. Still, he could sense the anticipation coming from his three queens. The anticipation of a new plaything joining their little party. And the anticipation of seeing what Rob’s wicked mind could conjure up for Raven.

Rob approached the still kneeling, still bowed Raven. He ran a hand through her long, purple hair. This close to her, he felt himself grow instantly hard, and it wasn’t just because of how beautiful she was and how much he loved the twisted scenario Wanda had created with her. Like with Wanda and the others, he could feel energy surging from her and washing over him. Not the unfathomable cosmic power he had been abusing all night, but something seedier and darker. Raven was already a sex symbol in certain parts of the internet - a childhood crush or idol of affection to many children of the early aughts - but now she was a literal succubus and came with the power and aura to match. Everyone who set eyes upon her would be lusting for her. Craving her flesh. Willing to do anything to have her.

“You’ve somehow become even more beautiful, Raven.” Rob finally surmised of his subjugated succubus slut. “Everything I imagine and more. I know I placed a terrible burden upon you, and that my refusal to properly fuck you may have seen cruel, but you have done well in your patience and your commitment to me.” Rob put on his best fiendish grin, wide and wicked and wild, as he drank in her perfect form once more, before rumbling out, “My daughter…”

Raven trembled once again, gasping in pure pleasure at Rob’s approval. With her face shrank to a small, hopeful appearance - very odd considering her demonic visage - she returned with, “All has been for you, my lord father.” She gingerly placed a hand on his body, just below his navel and above his groin. Above his raging erection. One set of eyes was looking up at him as if he were a god. The other set was purely fixed on his cock, looking at it as if it were something greater still. “My hardship is meaningless, as a tool for your plans and instrument of your pleasure. If I failed, it would only mean I am unworthy of your seed. But my toiling and struggles have paid off, as have my faith and devotion and love.” It was strange for such a slutty bitch-devil like Raven to speak of “love”, yet it beautifully and musically rolled off her tongue, as she gazed affectionately upwards to Rob. “I exist solely for you, my Master, and my existence is to be your obedient daughter-****, your horny fucktoy, your eager cumslut, your demonic seedbed, and your perfect little breeding bitch!”

With great ****, Raven pulled her hand away from Rob and turned herself away, going face down and ass up. Her hand reached back and grabbed the massive amounts of red velvet cake she called an ass, spreading those fat cheeks to reveal her demonic cunt, dripping with black liquid that smelled like pure sex, pungent and inviting and controlling.

“I realize that having your seed deep inside me is not merely my reward, but yours as well! To use me as breeding stock so that I may produce a legion of devilish daughters to serve your every whim! That is my truth, that is my destiny! Use me, father! Plant your seed deep in me and let it flourish into the first of many of our brood! Let our children rain havoc upon this earth and make it into your paradise! I am yours to use as you so wish, oh glorious Master!”

The truth was, deal or not, transformation or not, Rob was probably going to knock up Raven in the very near future. He had everything set up to ensure his harem would be transformed into perfect broodmares and give him many, many perfect daughters. But, as he stood there, listening to Raven sing his praises to high hell, her deep and luscious voice rising in volume and tone, the room shaking around him as she put her power into her words in a **** attempt to make them come true, he was glad how the pieces had fallen into place. Glad how he had three lovely ladies he could confide in and could make his dream come true better than he could himself.

A toothy, lustful grin came to him as he huffed and puffed, staring at that inviting red pussy, his cock aching as if to tell him to get over it and finally plow Raven for all she was worth. But then, Wanda came up to him, hands on his shoulders, whispering into his ear.

“Well, before you do that, I think it is time to shed this mortal guise and show your daughter your true self.” Wanda wryly said with a wink and a smile. “Oh great and mighty demon lord Ra’ahb Daelee?”

In his daze, it took Rob a second to understand what Wanda was hinting at, but he got there eventually, smiling and nodding at her to make it so.

Wanda threw her arms wide in a dramatic gesture, her power cascading about the room and sending it spinning, recreating their environs while also cloaking herself, Rob, and both MJ and Zatanna in that same transformational power.

After all, if she had gone through the trouble of creating such a backstory for Raven and Rob, then Rob might as well set the scene and get into character, to make Raven’s first time extra special.

When the transformation passed and settled, his master bedroom had become the throne room of a twisted and decadent demonic castle. Blood red stone made up the walls of the room, the roof so high and vaulted that it was impossible to see. Gigantic windows forming gothic arches held stained-glass window panes, though no light shone through, as everything was cast in shadows via torchlight. Silken tapestry covered the walls leading up to the throne, both the tapestries and stained-glass panes depicting scenes of triumph for the great demon lord, grand victories and bloody massacres over his enemies; the wealth of gold and flesh he had won and stolen over the years; slaves broken and rebuilt into instruments of his pleasure. Similarly, dozens of women bound in bondage lined the halls, moaning and crying out as their minds and bodies buckled under the pressure of their master’s power. Demonic, monstrous animals roamed the hall as well, guards and weapons and beasts of both **** and pleasure for their master’s more twisted desires.

Raven was at a loss of the glory and majesty of it all. It was more beautiful than she could have possibly dreamt of. So beautiful that she shed black tears, overwhelmed and overjoyed. Still, the best was yet to come, when she finally set her eyes on the great, golden throne before her. His three right-hand women having taken appropriate demonic forms just like her - wings and tails and horns, with black sclera and golden eyes, skin coloured blue and red and purple, for MJ, Wanda, and Zatanna, respectively. They lounged about the throne and before their master, the most magnificent creature to ever exist, upon hell or Earth.

With scaled, draconic legs ending in razor-sharp talons at the feet and possessing the barbed stinger-tail of a wyvern, the arms and torso of a human possessed of a Herculean physique and bronzed skin, and the head of a great and terrible bull, maw full of teeth and crowned with a great set of jet-black horns, Raven shuddered in sheer joy at the true form of her father. And even moreso at his proudly protruding cock! An unholy thirteen inches of unimaginable girth, riddled with pulsating veins that gave it rises and ridges, and ending in a flat, flared horsecock head, her father’s demonic ****-pillar was as black as his horns, glistening and lubricated so that it glared menacingly in the dancing torchlight. Her entire body quivered in anticipation, her destiny finally before her.

Still, as Raven basked in the “true form” of Rob, others were taken by surprise by the state of their transformations. The girls had already broken in their succubus forms earlier in the evening, but this was the first time Rob achieved this dark apotheosis, and he drew an appropriate response.

“Holy shit!” Mary Jane exclaimed at the sight of her beloved’s demonic form.

“‘Holy shit’ is right.” Rob bellowed in the deep, gravelly timbre he now possessed, this powerful voice rumbling the rafters of the vaulted roof. “This is fucking awesome!” He broke out into a deep laugh so mad that it would have made Mercy proud. “Wanda, be sure to save this one. This form is definitely not a one-time deal. No, scratch that. Give me the power to turn into it on my own!”

“Whatever you desire, sir.” Wanda replied, draped over the gigantic arm of the throne, her smile languid and thrilled. “But, perhaps you see to the task at hand before you make any future plans? Raven has been so desperately wanting this moment for a small eternity. It would be cruel to draw out her suffering any further.”

“Right.” Rob agreed with a casualness that did not fit his demonic form. “Never let it be said I don’t reward my faithful slaves.” He rose from the throne, revealing his full height. Already a big, broad man, Rob was now many times bigger and broader, now well over seven-and-a-half feet tall in height.

With this gargantuan form, he rumbled over to Raven, steps shaking the room like an approaching T-Rex. Raven was always one of the shorter girls in class, Rob having almost a foot on her. Her devilish makeover added nothing to her height it seemed, so now Rob positively towered over the young demoness! With this new monster cock, he was going to destroy her, split her in half, fucking drown her in cum! Rob snorted as his cock twitched. It excited him. Raven had come to a similar conclusion, falling to her knee once more and appearing to shrink before his body and cock. He could tell that she was excited also.

With the greatest of ease, Rob took hold of Raven’s torso with both hands and raised her into the air, holding her up like a doll so that she was at eye-level. “Are you ready, slut?” Rob growled, adding another snort for good measure, air blasting from his nostrils to rush over Raven, tussling her air. “I’m gonna **** the shit out of you and break you in two! Are you ready?” He repeated, feeling how hard her heart was beating in his hands.

A shuddering breath came from her, followed by her tongue dancing about her glossy lips. Raven’s eyes angle and hardened, determination steeling itself through the demonic slavegirl.

“Born ready.” She drawled, surrendering herself in his hands. “Literally born ready, my lord. My master…” The lightest touch from her begged for an audience up close and personal. Rob accepted, pulling Raven tight to his chest, so that he looked down his elongated snout at her. Raven pressed her lips against his snout, as soft as a whisper from a lover, but burning with need. Rob’s senses were suddenly awashed in flame, ignited by Raven’s husky plea of, “My father~”

Rob roared, a cry of sheer lust being awoken and unleashed, before it turned into another booming laugh. Could this night not get any better?

Because it was a special occasion, and because he could literally manhandle Raven in this form, Rob did something he rarely did with his slavegirls - eat cunt! Flipping her around in his hands, Rob buried his bullish snout into Raven’s wet, hot snatch, his tongue flaring out and piercing the fleshy folds of Raven’s sex, burrowing itself deep inside of her. Immediately, his snout and tongue were covered in her juices, as black as sin and twice as hot - which caused his cock to twitch and spasm uncontrollably. If he did not have perfect control over his sexual performance, he was certain that Raven’s succubus demoncum would have made him blow his load then and there. Such a near miss only made him venture even further down her hole.

Mere seconds later, Raven exploded in another orgasm, her hyper-sensitive devilcunt quivering from the brutal tongue lashing her father gave her. She lost all composure and control, going limp in his grip, arms and legs dangling uselessly, her tongue lolling outward, as she was tonguefucked stupid in moments. She couldn’t formulate a thought - not even an exclamation of how much she loved this - as the carnal sounds of her moaning, Rob’s grunting, and the wet, sloshy sounds of her spasming cunt thundered in her ear.

“Ah! I should have done this ages ago!” Rob declared after withdrawing mouth and tongue from Raven’s slit. “I honestly cannot believe I held on as long as I did, I’ve wanted to fuck you for years and years and years, Raven!” Ignorant of what she truly was to him, Rob was free to walk down memory lane of when he first read a Teen Titans comic, or first watched the show, or first found the bonanza of Raven porn online, or first drew her as a smoldering temptress on a page. “That first day in class, I’m surprised I just didn’t pounce on you and **** you until you broke. Until you became mine! I acted like such a fool back then, I should have known better! Nothing would have stopped me. I have fate on my side. You’re mine! You were always meant to be mine!”

“Y-yessir…” Raven said, shakily, as Rob flipped her rightside up again. It was such a thrill to be nothing more than a glorified fleshlight for him. “I’m yours… always - ah! Ah-always meant to be…”

But Rob ignored Raven’s sycophantic patter, too lost in his own head to really care. “All those years of pumping my dick to still images on a page, of fantasizing of what it would be like to have your or Star or Wonder Woman or any other bitch on my dick. And now I have it!” His hands shifted down her body, now holding her by her hips. “I have it all! I have everything! MJ and Wanda and Zee will serve me the world on a silver platter!”

“Anything and everything for you, Rob!” His trio of succubus queens chorused in the background.

“Including you - especially you!” Rob snorted again, baleful yellow eyes narrowing as he leered at Raven’s slutty form. She was panting, ragged and sweaty, but her eyes burned for more. “All I did was eat your cunt out and you’re already tired? Wait - I smell Starfire on you. Were you two sluts playing with each other before this?” Raven nodded weakly.

“The rush of power after I transformed - I couldn’t help myself. I mindfucked her and turned her into even more of a servile bimbo than ever before…”

Rob snickered. “That’s my girl!” His tongue shot out again, this time running up her gorgeous red skin, the rough and abrasive muscle slowly licking her from navel to chest. “Agh… I can taste your need and desperation, hehehe… you naughty cunt. You act all high and mighty, but you’re still just a slut like everyone else, aren’t you?”

“I am whatever you want me to be, Master.” Raven moaned, writhing after the sensuous tongue bath.

“Good answer. Here’s your prize!”

With no ceremony or forewarning, Rob slammed Raven down on his colossal demon horsecock. So sudden and so overwhelming was the pleasure, that Raven literally shorted out, mind going blank and mouth opening into a broad “O”, silent save for a rattling moan in the back of her throat. Her overstimulated pussy juiced again, splashing Rob’s waist and thighs with more black cum that caused his blood to boil even more. He was unsure if his battering ram approach caused one super-long orgasm, or a half dozen regular ones. Either way, Raven’s pussy squelched and squirted, while her brain struggled valiantly to reboot itself in face of such monstrous pleasure.

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“Father, Father, FAAAATHERRRR!!!” Raven screeched in ecstasy as she rode Rob like, well, a bull. He had fallen onto his back and bucked her up and down, holding onto her hips or else she was at risk of being humped right off. Despite the absurd size of his dick and the great gulf between his height and hers, Raven took his full length with ease, both length and girth comfortably fitting with her cunt. She was made to be his sexslave, after all, reborn as a literal sex demon, too; the least she could do was perform up to expectations.

“AAAAAH~ It’s so big, so deep, SO HOT! It’s ripping me apart! The pain is so good! So so so so goooood! FUUUUUUCK! I can feel it, feel it smashing into the deepest parts of me. My cervix, my womb - it’s twitching, it’s hot, it’s HUNGRY! You wanna breed me, breed me so bad, breed me like a fucking cooOOOOOOW!!! MAA~STEERRRR!”

Rob had **** several more orgasms upon Raven, a miracle the girl was still upright or sane after all the times she had cum tonight, but he was still holding back. He snorted and groaned and roared in pleasure, even as he felt his baby-batter bubbling in his balls, beyond eager to finally do the deed and pump Raven with a demonic daughter to call her own.

“Please please please please do it! Do it dooooo it! Your balls and cock are brimming with seed and I need it! I need to be impregnated by my all-powerful demonic father and give him babies! Break me, **** me, breed me! Never have I wanted anything more in my life than to become your daughter-**** broodmare!”

With hands around her waist and ass, Rob had total control over Raven, bouncing her up and down his length. He raised her to the broad circumference of his flared tip, before slamming her right back down to the root of his cock, watching her face and mind reckon with the blistering pleasure he was delivering, while also listening to her babble and beg. Where her voice was once a silken whisper brimming with power and control, now it was just a high and needy moan, as Raven trembled in his grip, drooling and cumming and sweating uncontrollably.

But even with his supernatural sexual control, Rob’s consciousness was starting to blur at the edges. His demonic form was influencing him, combined with his bestial and savage sexual appetite, and he knew he would blackout and lose control before long. Still, one last session of playing with his toy before then…

“Argh - what is your purpose, Raven?” Rob grunted out, as he felt her folds tighten around his shaft again, a telltale sign of another orgasm.

“FUCK!!” Raven panted, head lolling back and forth, as she tried to gain some semblance of composure “Ah ah ah… To-t-to serve and pleasure you…”

“And what - HRNGH! - is your destiny?”

“Mmmm…. To spread my legs for your CO-AH-AAAAAWK! A-and become your demonic seedbed…”

“Yes, yes… then, when you give me a daughter, what am I allowed to do with her?”

“WHATEVER YOU WANT MASTER! AAH! YOUR CUM! I CAN FEEL IT! FLOODING ME FILLING ME!!! IT’S SO MUCH! SO GOOD! YOU’RE FILLING ME, KNOCKING ME UP!!! BREEDING MEEEEEEEE!!!!”

With a tsunami of demonseed, the deed was finally tongue. Rob’s cock erupted like a volcano, the resulting pressure too much for Raven to handle as she was literally thrown off it. She crashed, ****, to the floor in a puddle of ooey, gooey cum, but fell asleep with a smile on her face. A smile on her face, a brand on her belly, joining Rob’s other select slaves who carried his child.

Three months, only three months for it to be born.

Wanda ended the fantasy and the transformations with nary a word, Rob and company finding themselves back to normal and back in his bedroom. The sun was beginning to creep up on the horizon, casting the sky a rosy pink as it heralded a new day.

But for Rob, who stepped out onto the balcony and basked in the dawnlight and morning air, it was also the dawn of a new era for him and his harem. He had talked about it plenty, dreamt about it even more, but finally he would begin the next step in his plans for the ultimate harem and the ultimate, perverted life.

The day was mere minutes old and time was mere suggestion for MJ, Wanda, and Zatanna, but with Rob’s task on his mind, he only saw it as him wasting time. Because today was the day he was going to knock up every slut he could get his hands on.