Be engulfed by lust

A low, shuddering sigh escaped her. It was the only warning.

Slowly, as if moving through a dream, Raven turned her head. Her dark eyes, usually pools of endless midnight, were wide, the pupils dilated so heavily they seemed to absorb the very light in the room. They were fixed on him, but lower. They were fixed on the part of him that felt most exposed, most ****, and most… obvious.

He followed her gaze. His cock, still soft from the hot water, rested heavily against his thigh.

Her hand unclenched. Raven lifted it, her movements hesitant, almost jerky, as if fighting an invisible ****. The air grew colder around her fingers, a subtle chill that raised the fine hairs on his arms. She reached out, her slender fingers hovering just inches from his flesh. Her breath hitched, a soft, shaky huff of air.

“I…” Raven whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle gurgle of the spring. “I…look, I…”

Her fingers brushed him.

It was the lightest touch, a ghost of a sensation against his softness. But it was like a spark to tinder. A jolt, cold and electric, shot through him, and he gasped. It wasn't just her touch; it was something more. A connection, a thread of pure sensation that seemed to knit itself directly from her fingertips to the very core of his being. He could feel Raven and everything she was—her nervousness, her overwhelming curiosity, a deep, buried hunger she barely understood herself. It was all flowing into him through that single, point of contact.

Under her trembling fingers, his cock began to change. It reacted. He swelled, thickening and lengthening with a speed that was almost supernatural. Raven’s dark eyes widened further, her lips parting in a silent ‘o’ of awe as she felt the transformation under her hand. What had been a heavy softness became a rigid, throbbing length of pure heat, straining upward until it reached a truly monumental size, easily twelve inches of rock-hard, veined flesh. It twitched violently against her cool palm.

He groaned. He breathed. He stared. He thought, ‘I have to fuck her—now.’

Overcome, driven by a need that her empathic touch had magnified a thousandfold, he leaned forward. He cupped her cheek, his other hand finding her waist, and he brought his lips to hers.

The kiss was not gentle. It was hungry. A collision of pent-up desire and newfound, shocking connection. Her lips were cool and soft, and they yielded to his with a tiny, **** sound—a muffled mmmpfh of surprise and surrender. Her free hand came up to clutch at his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin as she kissed him back, her inexperience giving way to a fierce, mimicked passion.

They turned toward each other on the stools, their bodies aligning. His massive, hard cock pressed against her stomach, a hot, insistent brand against her cool, wet skin. The contrast was maddening. Raven broke the kiss, gasping for air, her eyes glued to where their bodies met.

“It is… so big. How do you even carry that around?”

Her hand, still resting on him, began to move. It was tentative at first, a slow, exploring stroke from the base to the tip. Her stroke was like ice and silk, a divine, chilling friction that made his eyes roll back in his head. Her small, cool hand glided back up from narrow base to mushroom cockhead. Phew.

Her fingers never touched from the girth.

“Ridiculous…”

Three strokes in and he felt like cumming already. Pre-cum was spitting out and Raven gasped a little. “Because of me, huh?” She tried to sound calm and she did. The pizza guy tried to sound calm and failed.

“Raven…” he groaned, his own hands sliding down her back, pressing her closer. “Your hand… fuck… it feels…”

The pizza guy was losing control. The pleasure she was channeling into him through that mystical, intimate connection was too intense, too raw. It coiled tightly in his nutsack, a spring wound to its breaking point. He tried to hold on, to savor the feel of her handjob, and Raven herself. This wonderful emo woman with her dark hair sticking to her flushed cheeks and giving him a handjob, but it was a losing battle.

“I am… I am going to…” he warned, his voice strangled.

Raven promptly released him. “O-oh—!”

It was too late. The pressure broke. His cock shuddered violently and he splattered his cumshots against her stomach loudly. Another followed, and another, splurt-splurt-splurt, painting her breasts with streaks of white. His cock was pointing upward and just cumming.

Raven had to do something and grab his cock again—when she did, she shuddered. She moaned. The feeling went both ways. It was like Raven’s existence was doing something. It was what was causing this.

Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!

“Mmmmph~!”

He was cumming, she was stroking his dick, and…and…they were kissing. His release seemed to go on forever, each convulsive burst wracking his frame as he spilled himself onto her belly, her hip, and her pussy.

Through the haze of his own overwhelming climax, he was dimly aware that they were indeed kissing. She had leaned into him, her lips finding his, accepting his ragged groans into her mouth. Her hand never stopped its gentle, milking motion, coaxing out the very last drops until he was spent, trembling, and utterly breathless.

The kiss ended slowly, their lips parting with a soft, wet smack. They were both flushed, panting, their foreheads resting together. He looked down between them. The evidence of his pleasure glistened on her skin, a shocking, intimate contrast. Raven followed his gaze, her blush deepening to a shade of scarlet he’d never seen before. She looked… stunned.

“I… that was…” she stammered, her voice a nervous flutter. “I did not intend… my power, it sometimes… amplifies…”

Ahh, so that was it. Now it all made sense. Her powers. Raven the superhero was not well-known to the world. She was apart of the Titans but in the background. Consistently rated as being the underrated one on the internet.

Her powers, whatever they were, were not well-explained or known. Until now. Now, this ordinary joe of Gotham City understood every facet of it.

He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Did you want to?” he asked. “Kiss me, I mean.”

“I…” She swallowed. “I did.”

Her eyes lifted to his. The dark pupils were indeed strange, the edges seeming to soften, to almost… pulse into a subtle, heart-like shape. She swallowed hard, her gaze darting down to his cock, which, impossibly, was still rigid and eager against his stomach.

“And right now?” the pizza guy asked.

“Yes,” Raven whispered, the word a confession. “I do. I really do.”

Her hand found his monster cock again. She gave him another slow, experimental stroke, her eyes locked on his. He leaned in, capturing her lips once more in a deeper, more assured kiss. This time, his hands slid lower, down the curve of her back, over the swell of her bottom, and he gently guided her off the stool.

He laid her down on the warm, wet stone at the edge of the spring, the steam rising around them like a protective cocoon. He followed her down, settling between her legs. The head of his enormous cock, slick with his own release and the water from the spring, pressed against her. Not inside, just there. A promise. A threat. A reality.

He looked down at the junction of their bodies, at the sheer, daunting size of him pressed against her petite, delicate folds. She followed his gaze, her breath catching in her throat in a sharp gulp.