She's calmed down quite a bit actually, seems she's just as sore as you are, weirdly enough.

"So, you-", you pause mid-sentence as she turns her head slightly to look at you. You barely suppress a shudder at the darkness under that hood. That is definitely not natural. "Um, you seem, a lot...uh..." You're finding it incredibly difficult to focus just looking into that dark hood. With a slightly disgruntled 'hmph', you reach forward and pull her hood back. The first thing you can't help but notice, as it knocks the breath out of you, is the sheer beauty of her face. The effect heightened by the sudden and drastic difference, and being so close to it. The pale, flawless skin, almost like some kind of porcelain statue of a goddess. The deep indigo eyes, those full kissable lips, the short hair so perfectly framing her face.

The second thing you notice is the rage. The pure unadulterated rage.

The third thing is that your cereal explodes in a burst of black energy.

"Sorry.", you squeak out, slowly retracting your hand. Afraid, not unreasonably, that you might lose it if you're not careful. Raven's eyes close, and she takes a deep calming breath in, through a bright red hue remains. Maybe rage wasn't the only feeling there then, hopefully. She opens her eyes again, looking thoroughly calmer, though still very red in the face.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be upset at something like that considering we...we," she slowly gets redder and redder, until you reassure her that she doesn't have to say it. She visibly settles down at that, breathing a sigh of relief.

"So, don't take this the wrong way," you start off, incredibly curious, yet not wanting to be killed by her. "But, you seem a lot more, uh, focused. All of a sudden." As you finish, her face goes bright red once again. You see her hands seemingly instinctively reach up for her hood before she realizes and sets her hands back in her lap.

"Yes." she says in a perfectly monotone voice. You wait a few seconds, the two of you staring at each other.

"Um, why is that?" Raven sighs. She stands up, grabs a towel from the kitchen and starts to clean up the mess from the exploded bowl of cereal.

"As far I've been able to figure out, whatever changed my body to...this," she gestures to her huge breasts and bunny ears. "Also increased my Libido about 20 times over. So far since we've met I've been so incredibly horny that I've been barely able to think. However, earlier this morning you...you...," she takes a deep breath in, the brightness of the blush of her face getting to the point where you're actually starting to worry about her. "Satisfied my urges enough that for a little while now I've been able to actually focus my thoughts correctly."

"So, wait. Putting this in more layman-like terms. You haven't been acting like yourself because you've been so ridiculous horny that you just reverted into a horny fuck-bunny slut mindset. But now, you're acting like yourself because you got so thoroughly fucked by me that were completely satisfied. Right?" It should be illegal how much fun it was making her blush that profusely at your language.

"That's, about the situation, yes." she struggles to get out. Trying to focus on the cleaning in front her, you likewise focus on your thoughts. This is a pretty interesting development. It certainly answers that question you'd had about why she was acting so unlike herself. It's actually pretty nice to know that she can still be herself. Well, so long as she gets a particularly thorough fucking every now and then. Although, to be fair, that's kind of the reason you bought her in the first place, so it's not really a downside.

'At least,' you think with a wince at the soreness of your muscles, 'not much of a downside.' Suddenly, you're torn out of your thoughts at the sound of a low groan. You look over and see Raven standing just a foot or two away from you, apparently debating whether or not she should try and dry off your pants. Well, with the way she's staring at your crotch, seductively biting down on her bottom lip, maybe that's actually not what she's debating. Violently shaking her head as if to shoo away her thoughts, she throws you the towel.

"I'm sore." she answers in reply to the questioning look you give her. "Really sore, but when I looked at your coc- crotch, I had to debate about whether it was worth it." at that point she grabs her mug of, presumably, tea and walks over to the other side of the kitchen. You send her another look as you start drying yourself off of the milk that exploded onto you. She sips her tea and sighs, apparently resigned to an explanation she doesn't want to give.

"If I'm too close to you, I'll start to get horny. Which, once I start, will quickly snowball out of control. And I don't think either of us are up to that right now." she calmly explains.

"But how're you sore, you're a-," you almost bite your tongue as you quickly close your mouth. The thought of how a robot could be sore escaping you in your moment of distraction. Your body may be sore, but your hormones certainly still reacted to her talking so calmly about jumping your bones. She gives you a vaguely confused look, and after a short moment you continue, "Well, you're a superhero, certainly you're used to much more physically demanding things."

"Well, you're not wrong," she answers, a light blush going across her features. You're beginning to be able to judge how horny she is by how easily embarrassed she is at talking about sex. "But, you're also not right. Yes, it's true that I'm a superhero, and I frequently do incredibly physically demanding training, even as a power combatant like I am. That and this however are two different things, if the two of us were to go to a gym, I could run circles around you at everything there. That doesn't mean I won't get sore at way too much sex."

You 'hmm', and go back to what's left of your cereal. However, internally you still can't help but think that it just doesn't make sense. She's a sexbot. A rabbit-type sexbot designed for essentially constant sexual satisfaction. Then it occurs to you, right now, she's thinking like a 'normal' Raven. Perhaps then, she thinks she's sore, because the real Raven would be sore. You'd bet anything that if you even slightly tried to get her horny, she'd forget about that supposed soreness real quick. Not that you want to, you actually need some resting time yourself, so this is actually really convenient.