Calming (and fucking) Raven

It wasn’t a sound. It was a feeling. A sudden, violent suction of energy, a pull from the very center of Raven. Her eyes weren’t just wide with shame anymore; they were bleeding into solid, glowing pools of absolute black. The air turned icy, then brutally hot.

“No,” Raven whispered, a **** plea to herself. “No, no, no…”

The clear, amber-lit water of the spring shuddered. It didn’t ripple. It convulsed. In the span of a single, choked breath, the water didn’t just drain or disappear. It transmuted. It turned from pure water into a viscous, living liquid shadow, a black oil that swallowed the light and seemed to suck the warmth from the very air. The gentle gurgle of the spring was replaced by a low, ominous glorp, as the last of the water was consumed by inky darkness.

The pizza guy HAD to stop this. Whatever was happening, it was because of her emotions. His only option?

Schliiick!

He entered her pussy.

Raven gasped. Raven’s eyes rolled back.

He felt her inner walls, impossibly tight and searingly hot, clench around just the swollen, leaking tip of his cock. It was a mix of hot and cold: a magical wet pussy and a shocking contrast to the cold dread that had been pouring off her a second before.

“Oh, fuck, Raven,” he groaned. His hands gripped her hips, his knuckles white against her pale skin. “You’re so fucking tight.”

So he gave more of his cock. Five inches of it. Raven’s gasp morphed into a choked whimper, her head thrashing back against the wet stone. The inky darkness of the pool swirled violently, but the terrifying suction of energy stuttered. Her focus was fracturing, splitting between her panic and the overwhelming, physical reality of him and his dick.

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. It was the only anchor he had.

“I’m going to push in, Raven,” he growled, his own need overriding all else. “I’m going to bury every inch of this monster cock inside you. I’m going to fuck that darkness right out of you.”

The emotions, her powers, they were pushing out of him too. She was affecting him.

He pushed.

The resistance was immense. Her small body wasn’t made for this. He felt her stretch, a breathtaking, impossible yield around his girth. He watched, mesmerized, as her delicate folds parted for him, struggling to accommodate the invasion. One inch. Then two. The sensation was maddening, a hot, velvet-strangling tightness that made his vision blur.

“Fuck, you’re taking it,” he rasped. “You feel that? That’s me, Raven. That’s all me, filling you up.”

He said it because something was telling him to. That he had to tell her. Raven’s eyes, still pools of solid black, were locked on his face. But the terrifying void in them was now mixed with a dawning, overwhelming sensation. A tear, clear and human, traced a path through the scarlet blush on her cheek.

“Haahh!! Hgghhhh! T-this dickkkkk~! I-I think I’m gonna—! I think I’m gonna cum!”

“Think? That’s not enough,” he countered, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. He drove his hips forward another inch, and she cried out, a sharp, broken sound that was half-pain, half-bliss. “I’m only halfway there, pretty girl. You’re going to take all of it. You’re going to fucking love it.”

She hiccuped and she orgasmed. Her pussy tightened up like crazy and that felt like the first step. He could feel her inner struggle, not just physically but psychically. The demonic chill receded a fraction, replaced by a building, human heat. The pool of black water nearby calmed, its violent churning slowing to a sluggish swirl.

He slid deeper, a slow, relentless conquest. He could feel every ridge, every vein of his dick being mapped by her clinging, **** flesh. He was sheathed in unbelievable wet heat, a perfect, custom-fit sleeve designed just for his ruinous size.

“Look at me, Raven,” he commanded.

Her dark eyes, the pupils slowly softening back from solid black into a something almost normal, flickered to his.

“You feel how deep I am?” he grunted, giving a shallow, testing thrust that made her jolt and gasp. “This big fucking cock is yours now. It’s going to fuck you sane. It’s going to pump you so full of my cum you’ll forget your own name.”

He began to move. Slowly at first, a deliberate, grinding rhythm that allowed her body to adjust to his immense girth. Each withdrawal was a tease, each thrust forward a claiming. Her hands, which had been clenched at her sides, flew up to grip his forearms, her nails digging crescent moons into his skin.

“Oh! Ohhhh! Nggghhh~! This! This thing! So big! So deep!”

“You like it!”

“Oh, god… oh…” she moaned, the words barely audible. The sound was pure, unfiltered pleasure. The darkness in the pool was now just a faint shadow, the water clearing back to a misty amber. “Oh my god, I’m cummiiing! I’m cummiiing!”

“Come on, be more honest,” he encouraged her, his pace quickening. The slick, wet sounds of their fucking filled the steamy air, a filthy, perfect rhythm. “Let go. Just feel this. Feel my cock stretching that perfect little pussy. Feel how fucking wet you are for me. And say that you love it!”

He shifted his angle, driving upward, and her back arched off the stone with a sharp cry.

“Right there! Oh, fuck, right there!” she screamed, her formal speech utterly shattered. “I—I do! I love it! I love it! I LOVE THIS DIIIICKK!!!”

“Why?!”

“BECAUSE IT MAKES ME CUM! CUMMMM!! MMPPPH!” She tried to slap her hands over her mouth. She was mortified again, feeling dark again, only for her eyes to roll back as he came. Again.

How many times was that now? Like it mattered. Raven was smiling behind those covering hands. She was loving this.

In other words...he’d found it. He knew what to do. He hammered against that spot, each thrust a brutal, perfect **** on her senses. Her demonic energy was gone, completely subsumed by human orgasm. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth fell open, and a string of incoherent, begging pleas fell from her lips.

“Please!!! Mmmph! Don’t stop, more, fucking MORE…! MOREEE~!!"

Her pussy began to flutter around him in a way that threatened to end him. Literally. But then he groped her tits and got her to moan and relax a little. Not too tense, not too relaxed. He found the sweet-spot that didn't make her mind or body confused. He made her understand. Understand that he wasn’t here to hurt here. To make her feel weak or to use her.

This cock was here to fuck her and make her feel amazing!

“You gonna cum, Raven?” he grunted, pistoning into her with a **** that shook her whole body. “You gonna squirt all over this big dick?”

“Mmmpph! Y-yes! Yyeessss!!” Gasping, she managed to ask, “A-a-and you!”

“Me too! Definitely going to fill up this amazing pusssy of yours!”

Amazing.

Amazing.

She mewled. She loved it. Raven loved hearing a man praise her. This honesty was new, even to himself, but it worked. It was needed. Raven’s answer was a shaking scream as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on him like it was possessed, milking his cock with violent, pulsating waves. The sensation was too much. The coil in his own balls snapped.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fill you up, Raven! Take it! Take all of it!”

He drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his own release tore through him. Thick, virile ropes of cum shot deep into her contracting channel, spurt after hot, endless spurt. He groaned as he emptied himself inside her and owned her womb.

Through the blinding haze of his climax, he felt it. A warmth. A light. Not a physical one, but a psychic sensation that flowed from him into her with each pulse of his seed. It was the antithesis of her darkness, a calming, satiating purity that seeped into her very soul.

He collapsed on top of her, spent, covering her completely. They were both slick with sweat, spring water, and their own releases. He could feel the frantic beat of her heart against his chest begin to slow, to steady.

Suddenly, there was a normal gurgle of the hot spring.

‘Ah…I did it.’

He lifted his head to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her dark hair fanned out around her like a halo. The blush was still on her cheeks, but it was a soft, satiated pink now, not a mask of horror. A small, utterly peaceful smile touched her lips.

Raven felt… quiet.