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"If you do anything to abuse this, or if you tell a single living soul that I asked you for this, I will rip your spirit out of your body and I will subject it to unimaginable torments for the rest of time."
It was a hell of a thing to put on to the end of a plea for help, But Beast Boy understood why pretty easily.
Raven needed assistance with a ritual she was working from to keep her demonic side under control. It was difficult to keep that part of her in check, and part of the final step of the ritual involved sex. She didn't know why it involved sex, but it just fucking had to involve sex. The idea of delaying it and not doing anything was worse in her eyes, as awful as it was to admit that she needed to sexually gratify someone to seal away the most dangerous part of herself. But it gave her more trouble than just to her dignity; she needed to select someone for the role of sexual partner who she could actually trust. As far as boys on her team went, Robin and Cyborg were both in relationships, leaving only Beast Boy as a nearby and single guy she could use.
There were, of course, strangers, but to even begin approaching that idea would have involved opening Raven up to even more risk. Someone who she'd have to open up her secrets to, who would have to put up with all the weird ritual shit. It was a liability to even consider giving a random stranger off the street that much insight into her power, which unfortunately meant that Beast Boy was better than a literal stranger.
What a great qualification.
A row of candles sat atop a shelf, each one a different colour, with different markings carved into the wax. Each represented a different piece of the ritual, another component to be completed, and Raven had, so far, completed all but one of them. The final one was the piece in question, the sating of another sexually. It was the only candle yet to light itself, and once the ritual was completed, the ritual would be complete and her inner demon would finally be at bay.
Beast Boy tried very hard not to grin at the questions she'd asked. He was turned on to a ridiculous degree, every peek up along her body making him more excited given her big tits and the chance he might actually see them given everything. He wanted to make the most of this opportunity, but he also didn't want to draw her ire and fuck it up given everything. "I won't tell anyone, promise," he said, both hands where she could see them so she didn't think he had his fingers crossed behind his back. Beast Boy took this with the utmost seriousness. He had to if he wanted to get what he wanted. 'But uh... What kind of stuff do we need to do for the ritual?"
"Hopefully the absolute barest minimum," grumbled Raven. "If I can get away with it, just a handjob. All I need to do is 'sexually sate' another, which leaves a bit too much room open for interpretation, but hopefully I can sate you with a few strokes and get back to the rest of my life." Raven gestured toward the space beside her on the bed, trying to get him to sit with her and get this over with, still fully clothed herself. She intended to stay that way. This was not going to be anything but the most dispassionate and completely dismissive handjob she could offer, and when it was over, she hoped, the ritual would be complete.
Remaining respectful and behaved to the best of his abilities, Beast Boy sat down beside her on the bed with a smile growing wider. He fished out his cock, trying to be a little more helpful on that front. 'Let's do it," he said. "I'm happy to help any way you need me to."
"I need you to be quiet." Raven didn't even look at his dick as her hand came into it, grasping around for his dick and getting her fingers onto him, starting to stroke before she'd even really taken in the situation around her. She felt frustrated and pushed to this, overwhelmed by the self-imposed urgency she placed onto this moment and faltering now under the realization that she felt a lot in her hand. With a lick of her tongue, she didn't want to even look at it, even as her hand scoped out his size, and she felt a lot more than she was expecting.
That didn't matter. This was something she didn't want to be doing, after all. Continuing to burn with a potent frustration for all the ways this was absolutely not what she wanted, Raven worked along his cock, giving herself up to the frustrations all rising to the surface, bubbling heat and frustration hitting her while she worked from base to tip along his cock.
"No lotion?" he asked.
"This isn't a massage," she hissed in response, continuing to stare straight ahead, disinterested and deeply committed to ignoring him. Raven was sharp about dismissing him, trying through frustration to ignore him as much as she could no matter how weird this got, wanting nothing in the world less than she wanted to perceive Beast Boy's dick and actually have a conversation about it with him.
But it was still a handjob from Raven, something that had Beast Boy excited as could be. Her disinterest and her desire to get this over with manifested in the form of quickening strokes and an urgency that pushed on too hastily and too excitedly, perhaps a little overbearing in how much she tried to get him to get off as hard and as quick as she could without much in the way of restraint or direction. He didn't want to groan or compliment her, absolutely certain that doing so would draw her deeper ire, but her aggressive means of jerking his cock off definitely left him wanting to express himself, caught in the middle of those conflicting ideas and left to ache harder in the growing uncertainty it offered him. The shame and the overwhelming fire behind all of this left him in a place of weirder heat, trying his best to manage all of the ridiculous escalations building in gradual, uncontrollable frustration, getting to him with less and less steadiness or calm.
The speed and general grumpiness behind all of these pressures kept up the harshest of paces, something demanding and forceful while Raven did what she could to manage all these tensions. She wasn't happy to be doing any of this, and only gave a better handjob for it. Maybe not a slick, teasing, coy handjob knelt down between his legs and moaning about how big his cock was like Beast Boy liked to imagine she would, but it was still a lot for him to wind up for, giving in to the pleasure without much need for worry or alarm while he got beat off. It was everything he wanted, framed in a moment of fitful excitement he wanted only to relax back into.
"I'm so close. I'm gonna cum," groaned Beast Boy, figuring he'd at least give a fair warning of his orgasm. What he didn't expect was that she’d make a disgusted noise and let go of his dick entirely. Raven released his cock, leaving him blueballed at the edge of release, denied orgasm and gasping in frustration out at the sudden lack of touch or attention. "Hey, I wasn't done yet!"
"You said you were going to," Raven sighed. "How am I supposed to know?"
"You're supposed to keep going until I cum."
"That's disgusting. I'm trying to avoid touching it."
Beast Boy grumbled his way through the continued stress of how much Raven's distance and pushiness was making this a problem. He didn't know what to say in response to that, left furiously twisting about in the maddening worries of everything she continued to hold on with, and he did his absolute best with all of it. "Well, you have to keep going," he finally came back around to, his cock now aching with pent-up hunger, desperate to get the pleasure it deserved.
Raven's eyes drifted over at last to Beast Boy's cock, a mistake she instantly regretted, because laying eyes on him made his size real. It made her look at the long, fat, green cock standing juicy and hung in front of her. It was massive, so impressive as to make her want to let out a noise of pure excitement. But it was attached to Beast Boy, who she adamantly did not want to be sexually attracted to. Definitely not. She grabbed his dick again, forcing a groaned, "Fine!" while she resumed his attention after having accidentally edged him. The burn of this weird situation left her all the less patient for these things, jerking him off with all she had in a mad fit of desperation to try and get him off so she could be done with this and not have to look at it any longer.
This time, everything was much too forceful and vigorous for Beast Boy to be quiet for; he wriggled fitfully, letting out sounds of groaning excitement while he braced his hands behind him on the bed for support, looking at Raven even if she wasn't looking at him. At the jiggle in her big tits while her arm moved so much, at the way she stared off into space with such intentional contempt that it all seemed performative. Maybe this was the sex with Raven experience. Sex with a girl pretending to hate you so hard it became sexy. He looked at her, ready to just accept these pleasures in their maddest form as the apology to help propel him over the lien now.
When Beast Boy came, it was a grand, sticky spectacle. He yelled out in delight, bucking forward and letting loose his cum in a grand show of just how pent-up he was, helped along by the edging to make sure he let loose rope after rope of thick jizz all over the floor, persistent and hazy while he called out excitedly for all this pleasure, completely unable to stop himself. His hips bucked upward in vigorous fashion and the pleasures ripped through him, electric and urgent. Beast Boy had big loads to g with a big cock, and as the mess of jizz splattered all over Raven's floor in a big, sticky puddle, she found it hard to know how to react.
"You're cleaning up that mess," she said, eyes narrowing in disgust. "I'm not responsible for that. But it should be over anyway." But she kept staring at the things she wasn't responsible for, kept admiring how virile his load was, how thick and plentiful the mess on her floor lay. She'd never seen anything like it, and she needed to stop seeing things like before it impacted her any further. She turned her gaze toward the candles lining the wall, and to the final candle, which sat unlit, dull, waiting. Cold. She cursed under her breath. "Why didn't that work? Was that not enough?"
"Sorry about the cum," grumbled Beast Boy. 'I didn't mean to blow that much. I'll clean it up, don't worry about it." He looked to the camera, snapping back into realization of the stakes here. "That didn't do it?"
"That didn't do it," she groaned. "Ugh. I don't know why. The spell might need you to experience something more. Is it pleasure? Is it intimacy? Fuck, I hope it's not intimacy."
"How much intimacy does it need?"
"I don't know, that's why I treated jerking you off like I was trying to get hair out of a drain." Raven sighed. 'Okay. Eye contact. We'll try a little bit more. Only what's absolutely necessary." Raven felt the pressure now on her, her plans having failed and that handjob proving to have been for nothing. Now, to do anything more was already doing too much, but she didn't have a choice.
"How about a footjob?"
Raven muttered, "You can't be serious. You think this is the time where you should be trying to ask me to do some weird fetish stuff?"
"No, hey, listen. You don't want to suck me off or have real sex with me, right? So just look me in the eye and give me a footjob, and you won't even have to touch my dick anymore." Beast Boy had a good way to spin the absolutely sincere fantasy of getting a footjob from Raven. He was happy to try and explain it away, hoping it was clever enough to work.
She couldn't argue with that. It was a good idea. She hated that a lot. "Get on the floor," she muttered. "Sit down, and look at me, not at my fucking feet."
"On it!" Beast Boy dropped down onto the floor, sitting directly in front of her and beside but thankfully not in his cum puddle. His cock stood rock hard and ready for this, the pleasures driving him crazier in this.
Raven got her feet into his lap, the audible sounds of frustration sounding out in the deepest of frustrations now. She was not happy to be doing this, but knew she had little in the way of a choice here. The pressure over Raven to get him off and get through this was intense and foregone, with her feet pressing down against his cock, starting on the persistence and the pressure of things she was happy to cut right to the chase on. Her feet were eager, insistent, ready to make the most of these pleasures in a show of wilder hunger to keep pushing for more of.
Up and down her feet worked, starting up on the immediate fever and urgency of getting him to cum. Her feet moved quickly, driven by necessity to make something of this, but she was clumsier with her feet than her hand, imprecise and not even remotely sure how to give a foot job. "This had better work," she groaned, the growing frustrations keeping her in a growing frustration keeping this up. "Don't hold back and draw this out. Cum as soon as you can."
"Can do," promised Beast Boy, knelt in front of her and knowing he was in a position where he was intentionally framed as submissive in front of her. The pressures built stronger under all of this embarrassing weirdness, the strange heat keeping him in a weird pressure, the embarrassment and the hunger climbing without sense through him. He tried to behave and not get too carried away with all these growing thoughts. His cock felt good in between her feet, the growing excitements to keep chasing with an escalation of pure insanity, insistent but welcoming, the warming lusts that all felt a bit insane, but he was opening up to it more and more. The rapturous excitements built up hotly within him, and he felt the steady demands and desires of pure hunger compel him deeper.
There was nothing but wicked hunger here, the want that dragged him deeper, built on a foundation of arousal and attraction toward Raven, head full of things he knew would only get him in trouble if he spoke them aloud. So he sat there, legs spread, letting her work her feet along his cock in a dizzying urgency that made him feel better and hotter about this by the second. "Doing my best," he said.
This time, eye contact was inevitable and it was infuriating. Raven felt like she had to make up for the lack of intimacy for fear that it was to blame for things not working the first time. So she looked at him and struggled through the fact she was looking at him. Looking down at his cock standing so tall and impressive, contracted against her feet in a way that really sold his size. But also looking at him. At his big grin, at the rosiness in his green cheeks standing out so much due to him being so flustered by the thought of this happening. It made none of this easier on Raven, left her frustrated and bubbling over with a need to make this stop that simply wasn't coming. She had nothing to do but keep giving in to this, trying her damnedest to push back against these overwhelming feelings.
His cock ached against her touch, her feet working faster to race toward some kind of finish, the dubious pressures of all this determined heat leaving her in over her head and knowing she had no good way to articulate the plunge down now into all of this. "Just cum already," she said, hating this in a myriad of new and inventive ways. His dick was so hard, so impossible not to look at, and in turn, she was giving him a look at her pale gray thighs, at the growing stress between her legs. Her pussy was getting wetter a deeply unwanted turn toward arousal, something she detested and wanted nothing to do with, but which slowly ached its way across her, forming a wet spot in her leotard that was growing more visible especially as it leaked against her inner thighs, showing wet droplets against her skin. She was getting more and more aroused in the face of these things she wasn't supposed to want at all.
"Close," warned Beast Boy, and this time Raven knew better than to recoil away in disgust. She had plenty of reason to be furious here, roiling with anger while the jizz blasted across her leg. She got to feel how warm and thick it was firsthand this time, reeling from the realizations and filled with even hotter swells of pure frustration as this all sank in for her. Beast Boy came hard and all over her, giving in to the sweet insanity and the greed of desires driving him a little crazy with delight, keeping up a sticky insistence and a truly deranged slide into all the weirder hungers taking hold of him now. He cursed, he groaned, and he made such a mess that Raven was left a little bit speechless.
And still, the candle remained out.
"What am I supposed to do?" she growled. "We made eye contact and everything. He came. Why didn't the candle go on?"
"Maybe you read it wrong?"
"Wrong how?" she asked, snapping at him.
"Maybe it's being sexually sated by another? Or maybe if I do it to you, it'll be more intimacy and that'll make it happen."
Raven couldn't exactly say that it wasn't that. Everything was imprecise and written in long-dead magical languages, she'd had to piece together a lot of guesswork on some elements of it, and she was confident in her translation, but maybe not. "So what do you think you should do, since you know better?"
"I could try to eat you out."
A sound died in Raven's throat. That was nice of him. Endearing, even. "Fine," she hissed, tugging her leotard aside and grabbing his head. "Get in there. Fast. But don't think you're going to impress me." She was furious enough to try and act with speed and with frustrations all boiling up within her, the pressure and persistence of things that had her in a weird place, especially as he dove in, grabbing hold of her legs and just throwing himself into the chaos of devouring her. No hesitation or restraint on his part, just the greedy persistence of throwing himself right into the deep end, embracing simple-minded and senseless excitements. His tongue was right there to get to work at her, lapping madly at her waiting pussy, giving able to taste the arousal and feel just how shamefully wet she was.
"Wait, slow down, that feels so--" Raven found herself overwhelmed by the way he lapped at her mound, throwing himself way too fast into this. Not too fast or it to feel good, but too fast for her to be able to compose herself properly, a struggle and a frustration built on the wild, throbbing panic of having absolutely no way to argue against all of this. She was trapped in the suddenness and the fit of these feelings, struggling to find herself in any sort of reasonable place for all this hunger. "Fuck, wait, no, right there, there, there, fuck!" Beast Boy gladly attended to that spot, lapping madly away to keep up the pressure on her and unravel Raven with the persistence of his touch, a hotter and harder pressure striving to make this into something she could really lose herself to.
Beast Boy took it seriously, mostly just to make sure he could pay back the attentions she'd given him. Every feverish push forward built with hotter, uncontrollable excitement, a desire escalating with single-minded desire and an imposing heat that kept him tightly clenched in frustration. Raven got him off twice, and he felt like he had to do something to thank her, letting his tongue work in mad attentions upon her mound, devouring her pussy without a shred of hesitation, unrestrained and undisturbed by the frustrations getting now to him. Where Raven reacted with moans or with even direct words for him to at, he acted harder, pushing ruthlessly into this and dosing what he could to match the intensity it called for. He needed to make her feel good, embracing the persistence and the frustration of something getting now to him without sense.
The laborious ecstasy of being eaten out and tended to brought on things that she had no idea how to manage, the unbearable satisfaction of a genuine effort to make her feel pleasure. It was so much more than she was ready to face from him, a challenge to how she'd viewed Beast Boy in the way he so earnestly and ruthlessly worked to pleasure her. In infuriating hindsight, it made sense; Beast Boy was always out to make other people happy, a caring friend beneath all his insufferable aspects. But he made hr feel so fucking good, the loud and unrepentant excitement of senseless feelings keeping up something she wasn't ready to face, the struggles building out of control within her, pushing her limits harder. She felt good here, moaning out form ore, feeling him make her surrender to pleasures strong and senseless enough for her thoughts to unravel. It was an amazing relief, the pleasure that drowned her worries out in unrepentant heat and brought her to the depths of satisfaction.
Beast Boy held her thighs apart, feasting on her dripping pussy and keeping up the most relentless and fiercest of pleasures, an overwhelming excitement keeping him needing more, persistent beyond sense and unrestrained while he made a mess of this. Her pleasure was his sole aim, and he knew how to keep it up, to make her melt in writhing joy under his touch, the pleasures and the ferocities of a pleasure and a heat she was doomed to keep giving up to. He locked eyes with her, ready and overwhelmed, staring her down to make sure she felt every bit as cared for in this moment as she truly was in his gaze. He pushed past all of her dismissal, all of the borderline disgust she showed him, and she made something of it. She made him lose himself.
It was an infuriating burn of sweeping insanity, of pleasure tearing her to pieces and making her have to succumb to these outrageous lusts. Cursing, writhing, moaning through this heat and feeling less and less steady in trying to face all of it, Raven knew she was about to cum, and worse, that she liked this. Her eyes locked with Beast Boy's, and she had to reckon with the fact that she liked this, moans spilling from her lips, body succumbing to the quiver and the ache of something real, something she was ashamed to face but powerless to ignore. She moaned out for more, head rolling back, body heaving about in bucking passion and satisfaction as it tore now through her. "I'm close. Fuck. Fuck! Why am I close?" Her hips writhed, legs shifting about, ankles dragging along the floor.
This was all feeling better and better to give Raven by the second. Beast Boy paid close attention to every reaction, working harder to bring her to the depths of satisfaction with all of his persistence and with the ways he made her slide into shivering need against him. He was unstoppable, forward, making her have to admit the depths of desire that came on stronger through her. "It's okay to admit you like it," he said, letting his tongue drag about everywhere, focusing on the ways he could make her falter in hotter excitement, the passion and the hunger and the burning chaos that had him needing more of this. There wasn't any good sense in the deeper sense behind this. He was relentless, making her feel better by the second, overlooking all of her dismissive remarks and the ways she'd sneered at him to instead blow her mind and make her have to succumb to the wild bliss of simply losing all control.
Panting, moaning, struggling to handle herself, Raven continued her collapse without any good sense of how to focus through it, crumbling into the insanity and the passion of giving up so fully to his touch. She came screaming, lit up with something that made her realize how pent up she'd been, but there was more to it than simple, primal release as she let the pleasures take her by storm. She welcomed the simplicity of giving in, the outrageous and overbearing desire of letting herself accept this. It wasn't right, but the pleasures were so certain and confident in how they bore down on her that that stopped mattering. "Cumming, cumming, fuck, yes! Damn it, Gar, more!" She grabbed at his hair and his shoulder, a moment of weakness surging through her as she succumbed to the simplicity of giving in fully aware she'd stepped past reason and sense to give in to this all.
Beast Boy was amazing at eating pussy, and Raven didn't know what to do with that.
Drawing back, he admired his handiwork. "That help?" he asked, turning to look at the candle, hopeful that it was flickering. It was not. "Damn. Sorry, Raven, I thought that might fix it."
He expected her to berate him for being stupid and suggesting things that didn't work. But she was a bit too foggy and fuzzy for that. "We had to try it," she muttered. Her cheeks were bright red; that was embarrassing of her to have given in to. She'd gotten so loud and so shameless, and she knew full well that it wasn't something she needed to be doing. "I guess I'm stuck doing more with you until the ritual finally decides your dick's had enough. Just what I want my night to be. Get on the bed, lie back." She pulled her leotard again over her mound, giving herself some decency once more and trying to cover for her outburst, but having noticeably less in the way of resentment in her voice; she had to admit that she'd been softened a little bit by the pleasure, and by seeing just how good Beast Boy could be in bed.
He lay down on his back, shifting up along the bed with his cock standing hard and high at attention. "Like this?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure," Raven said. She played at being aloof as best she could, even though now, up close with his cock right in front of her, his size really sank in. "I'm going to try a titfuck. Maybe it'll be enough, and I can avoid having to go any further than this. I'm still trying to do the minimum." She pulled her arms out of their sleeves and pulled down her leotard until it was at her belly, freeing her ample breasts for the titfuck but keeping herself otherwise clothed as best she could. "Just lie back and try not to make this any weirder than it already is, I'm running out of patience."
"Can do." Beast Boy did his best to remain cooperative. He felt like he had to, but also felt like things were falling apart a little bit with her. He did what he could to manage this, but there was a lot to the way Raven acted that had him wondering how to respond to it, trying what he could to manage these weirder feelings while he gave in to the overbearing excitement and the wilder sorts of pleasure that got to him.
Raven leaned forward and got her breasts around his cock, hoping to be done with this as fast as possible, wrapping around him and starting at the quick up and down of tending to him with all she had. There was no room for Raven to do anything but concede, the ritual continuing to make a mess of her life while she gave in now. Her hands gripped her breasts tight, hiding the dark gray areolae and nipples while she pushed on to begin these mad desires now, pleasures and frustrations leaving her with an absolutely overwhelmed sense that she was in way too deep for her own good.
But she had to give in to it now. Beast Boy's cock stood up out of her ample cleavage, a frustrating point she didn't try to think much about even as it hung right in her face, throbbing while she worked the base and shaft with her body. "Let's just be efficient, quick, and get this over with," she grumbled, pushing harder on into this, the persistent and forceful frustrations of things she was in way over her head on. There wasn't anything about these feelings she could deal with, an embarrassment continuing to flare up inside her while she embraced these feelings, pleasures that carried her into the wildest of frustration. She had to keep going.
"That feels great," Beast Boy said, happily relaxed back, feeling a lot more at ease after she'd moaned his name. He could feel some of the tense energy in the room drain out, offering him something slightly less insane while he sank into relaxed and eager relief. "Just keep going. Yeah, like that. I know you don't want any praise, Raven, but that feels really great, don't stop."
Raven's cheeks lit up bright under the harsh and frustrating heat getting to her. "It's not so bad," she muttered, biting her lip and aching under these stranger feelings, an embarrassment and a weirdness she did her best to manage, struggling to navigate all of these very weird ideas that continued to get to her. The buildup of all these strange excitements kept her in a weird place, one where she wasn't sure how to face the growing embarrassment, losing ground to the sensation and the heat of crushing frustrations now. She felt locked in something weird now, trying to make sense of it, trying to find words to say.
She failed at words. She dove down to suck his cock head into her mouth specifically to avoid speaking.
Gripping her tits tighter and pushing harder into these wilder feelings, she felt the impossible worries getting to her, overwhelming attention keeping her in a place she felt less and less clear on how to manage. She did what she could to process the embarrassments here, an overbearing feeling taking her into the worsening storm of how much she was kind of liking this. The pleasure continued bubbling up to the surface with a tiring heat she didn't know exactly how to face, the faltering strangeness of everything she had no idea how to manage. Her lips embraced his shaft, the heat and the fever of these pleasures serving only to make her even more excited, to push her into the hotter excitement persistent and chaotic upon her. She was in a weird spot trying to handle just how harshly this all hit her, the merciless worry and the panic of having to face the depths she'd sunk to.
It was easier to give him head than to speak, a sign Raven was in weirder over her head and struggling under these unstoppable feelings, pleasure in a fiercer state of utter madness, keeping her locked in something she was making a desperate mess of, moaning through the strange excitement and all of these greedy attentions. Big tits up and down along his cock, grip tightened down hard around them to jerk them atop his dick, to suck, to lose herself to the unrelenting strangeness of all these embarrassing depths now. She was determined to keep up this messy attention, to throw her all into servicing his dick and just being done with this at any cost.
"Close again," warned Beast Boy, in continued efforts to keep her in the know and to be considerate. Raven kept sucking, jerking her tits faster along his cock, throwing herself into the whole-hearted panic of trying to give in to all of this with less and less idea of how to slow this down. She was panicked, frustrated, giving in to the pleasures tearing her asunder, throbbing without much in the way of reason or sense while she gave so fully to it. She needed him to cum, and as Beast Boy grunted his way through release, she felt desperate. Desperate for what, she no longer knew. The weight of embarrassment and heat left her so torn up and infuriated that she felt disconnected form any meaningful idea of what to think or feel, and within the persistence and frustration of all that pleasure came the senseless reality that she was liking this.
With a hard groan of pure elation, Beast Boy let off his third load, with another grandiose mess of gooey seed for her to take on. Raven felt his cum flooding into her mouth, felt the downright exhausting pleasure of things keeping her in a weird spot, trying her absolute best to process how far gone she was now. There was only the weirdest, haziest of feelings. Raven swallowed down his cum, holding steady down and guzzling his seed, left in a place of utter fascination while she marveled at the utter collapse into ecstasy she'd fallen in to. There was no denying what she was doing now and how completely mad these ecstasies had become. She knew it was over for her, and she didn't have it in her to worry about that as she drew slowly up from his dick and stared at him with a quivering frustration.
"Candle's not on, is it?" she asked, eyes set down on his cock and not over her shoulder at her ritual.
"Not yet. Think we need to go all the way?" Beast Boy sat there pondering it before following up, "Also, what, no comment about how my cum tastes disgusting but you had to swallow so I didn't ruin your bedsheets?"
"Huh?" Raven asked. 'Er, oh, yeah. Yeah, that's... That would..." Raven's head spun a little bit, her mouth watering, her body lit up with throbbing hunger while she soaked in her own demise, tugging her leotard aside. "No. No, fuck it." Grabbing hold of Beast Boy, she pulled herself up and promptly slammed down onto his cock. "No, I just want this. Fuck it."
"For the ritual?" he asked.
"No, because I want to get fucked," Raven groaned, shoving her big tits down into his face to silence him while she impaled herself onto every inch of his big cock and just let the pleasure break her down. Senseless and greedy and completely divorced from sense, she let the unfocused chaos of giving in wear her down, relentless ecstasies building without sense across her body while she accepted her own needs. The desire and the frustration of just letting fucking go finally got to her, invoking the feelings of stormy need that were sure to unravel her completely.
His cock filled her up to the brim, a maddening swell of pure desire driving her crazy with need, lit up with the electric want and urgency of pleasures she finally felt herself giving up to, embracing the outrageous greed and the desire of unstoppable heat. Raven wasn't denying her wants any longer, and with that in mind, she felt herself giving in to the maddening heat, to pleasures and wants and a crushing need that tore her thoughts to pieces. She had only one desire now, a persistent and focused desire that built with uncontrollable spectacle across her, that had her filled with want and with hunger she was happier to give in to. The pleasure became the outrageous and uncontrollable excitement of a pleasure and a heat she was happier to fully give up to.
The mad up and down of her body racing through erratic ecstasy threw Raven into finally accepting her desires. "Fuck," she gasped. "I've been trying to hide it, but I'm tired of trying. Your cock is huge, and I'm going to ride it until that candle lights up!" She was hopeless, needy, burying herself now in pleasures that became almost simple now, pushing her to loser her mind and give in to the relentless excitement of letting go. Hunger swept across her body, challenging her with the persistence and the hunger of sweet submission, allowing the shamelessness and the fire to bring her deeper. The pleasure was electrifying, desperate, a brilliant surge of everything she wanted taking hold of her now, the sharp chaos keeping her needing more of this. She loved all of it, accepting the insistent ecstasies that finally turned her thoughts upside-down.
"I'll do it," groaned Beast Boy, grabbing her hips and bouncing her along his cock, letting the pleasure hit him. "I like this way a lot better!" His hands groped at her full ass, madly indulging in the bliss as his hips rocked up and down in deeper insistence of mad pleasure now.
"Of course you will. You don't have a choice. I see the way you look at me, and now that I know how you eat pussy, I think I don't mind how you look at me." She was embarrassed by that fact, her head rolling back and her tits shoving harder into his face to try and silence him. Her body heaved wilder atop his lap, throwing herself into the earnest chaos of riding his dick with all she had, the embrace of pleasures electric and urgent enough for her to feel like she'd lost her mind a little bit. She was in so deep now, stuffed full of Beast Boy's cock and accepting the weirder surrender and chaos of deeper desires, lustful and outrageous, keeping her in a place of frustration senseless and mad now. It wasn't anything decent or sane now, the senseless excitements ripping across her thoughts while she let it take her.
Beast Boy couldn't possibly complain about being silenced by Raven's big, fat titties in his face. He grabbed hold of one, sucking on it while he gave in to these relentless excitements, the pleasure and the hunger of deeper needs compelling him to need more, to keep him in a place of utter desperation while desire built up hotter and hotter. The ferocity of his every stroke upward offered up a compelling ache of desire and delirium that simply would not stop. He was in for this, happy to give in deeper, eager to allow these feelings to built with unstoppable pleasure through him, the relentless and ruthless warmth of giving in now. Everything pushed him to such an outrageous state of need now, and he could barely hold it together.
Raven couldn't help herself, yanking back and wrestling her nipple from his lips, bouncing harder and hotter, letting him admire the heave of her breasts while she fucked herself utterly mad atop his cock. "Let’s take this as far as we can. Cum inside. Complete the ritual at any cost, but--no, this isn't about the ritual. Cum inside so I can feel it!" Raven was a fucking wreck; she knew she was gone, knew there was nothing but pleasure here for her to give in to, ready to be enraptured by the desires she’d tried to fight and ignore. It was everything she wanted now, a throbbing relief guiding Raven to embrace the most ridiculous and passionate of ecstasies, to falter under the weakness of her own flesh in a way that she was no longer embarrassed by. It was freedom, ecstasy, and it brought her deep into the throes of lust.
Their bodies crashed noisily together, an expression of earnest emotional and physical want conveying from within Raven things she would have never let herself be taken by. It was a lot to ask from her to be serious like this about intimacy, but it was the only thing she could do now, a freedom and a hunger ripping across her, igniting the earnest bliss of uncontrollable desire from deep within her thoughts. She felt herself in a fit of wild satisfaction now, surrendering to the heated and senseless joy of giving in, lost to the outrageous joy and the uncontrollable fascination of just allowing herself to fall apart. Once she was earnestly ready to give in to this pleasure and cum her brains out, she felt free to finally accept this, to allow herself to the pleasures that carried her to something beyond reason and senseless enough to drive her crazy.
Cumming raw inside of Raven was something Beast Boy never thought he’d be lucky enough to do, and all of the wildest of feelings ripped now across him with an outrageous glee and a feverish relief that brought him to the limits of good sense. He slammed up into her, letting loose his fiercest and hottest pleasures, the ferocity and the excitement of a wilder hunger taking him. He gave up to the senseless relief and the glee of losing himself, allowing the pleasure to compel him into ecstasy, the maddening relief and the fever of simple desires. Raven 's cunt spasmed around his cock, a rapturous surrender that had her melting harder than she ever had before, expressing the downright frantic pulse of a bliss and a fever that carried her well past sense and into madness now.
Raven pulled herself up off of his cock, whining out in relief, a rare smile spread across her face. She'd had something fucked out of her that she hadn't even really thought about, band now her tired, weakened body was giving in to the relief of what hit her. She turned toward the candles and saw that, at last, the final candle was lit, its flame flickering brightly now. The ritual was complete and she was ready to finish the spell.
But her position was all a little unintentionally perfect. Down on her hands and knees, body shivering, cum leaking out of her well fucked pussy. She was ripe and primed for the taking, and Beast Boy couldn't contain himself. He had put up with all these frustrations, dealt with Raven through her whole mess of figuring out what she wanted; it was frustrating enough that, seeing her like that, he decided it was time to take charge of things, grabbing hold of her hips and slamming his cock into her from behind.
"I'm not sated yet," he groaned, leaning heavily over her and drilling deep into her from behind.
Raven couldn't even begin to vocalize an objection to the feeling of his fat cock slamming into her, screams of wild ecstasy spilling from her lips. The ritual was almost instantly a distant thought robbed from her head as her eyes rolled back and she succumbed to the suddenness of stormy ecstasies, a satisfaction that left no room for control or stability. "Just fuck me!" she moaned, ready to be caught up in the throes of wild pleasure and the wicked, exhausting surge of simple-minded ecstasies that were likely to take her to the absolute limit. There was no room for Raven to control herself or behave in the throes of this simple-minded and overbearing spectacle. Lust ripped her to pieces and she found herself in a place of truly shameless want, the lust and the confusion finally getting hold of her.
Beast Boy let loose his most intense efforts to blow her mind, finding himself consumed by the outrageous and wild pleasures that finally taught him to let go. He watched Raven's big ass bounce from the pace of his ruthless slams forward, attentions wasting no time in hammering away at her, so insistent and so chaotic that he found himself in a fit of messier pleasure, the wanton and wicked chaos to keep up a pace with. There was no room to have or act reasonable now, and with every mad slam forward, Beast Boy proved that much, throwing himself into the relentless greed and fanatical passion of pushing on for more.
This was all a little too much for Raven to possibly fight off, her body shuddering under the weight of Beast Boy's maddening attentions. He'd been holding back, and now she was finally in a place to appreciate them and give in to all of it, a wanton lust rumbling up through her, keeping her dizzily drunk on giving in, losing any semblance of control to the simplicity and the hunger that carried her. She wanted to do something, anything, to try and contain her desires, but it was nearly impossible when she was falling apart so happily and he was in such a good position to just keep drilling into her.
Control felt so good after the insane feelings and frustrations that kept up a deeper passion. The unstoppable pleasures and excitements continued to persist and indulge, and Beast Boy was a relentless wreck of pushing on hotter, embracing the wilder heat of this pleasure now. It was unstoppable, reckless, driven by insatiable feelings of simple want, of lust, of the need to keep pushing for more. Beast Boy knew how to use his cock to really lay into her, and as he pitched in tighter, he got a hand at her neck and soft kisses on the back of her head, a contrast of dominance that focused on anchoring her into giving up to him fully, the complete insanity of pleasures and desires aching without sense now through her. There wasn't any good sense in trying to hold it back now, feelings of a euphoria potent and insistent, poised to make her have to give him everything he wanted.
And Raven did. Panting heavily through the mind-blowing ecstasy taking her, she succumbed to the insistence behind his dominance, to the idea that what she needed most was to allow herself to fall to pieces in the joy of being used like this. She was so happy to revel in being fucked like this, in feeling him control her. All their sexual excitements built up to this, and she found herself warmed up to the idea of having sex with him, embracing the deeper pleasures and the excitements of a deeper insistence and a desire to keep her giving up louder. The uncontrollable heat of this pleasure kept her in a place now of pure need, moaning and panting hotter, letting herself give in completely. Raven was happy to take it on, eager to fall apart, loving every second of the simple warmth that brought her straight into sweet bliss now. She loved every second of it, awash in the senseless fever and the warming satisfaction of letting it go.
"You can fuck me whenever you want," she moaned. "All the time. Fuck. This is about more than just the ritual now. You feel amazing!" Raven let loose all the emotional tensions inside of her, an expression of desperation and desire finally embraced it. His cock throbbed so hard inside her, the pleasures drowning out her shames, leaving her to only accept the maddening insistence of thoughtless, mindless passion. It was the freedom that Raven didn’t realize she needed until she was there falling into the deepest of pleasures, into feelings that became too much to escape from, burning hotter and more recklessly across her. She loved every second of giving in to it now, accepting how hopelessly trapped she was in getting the simple and hopeless joys taking her. Raven was open now to pleasure, and within that freedom came the bliss of uncontrollable ferocity.
Accepting this became so simple, so perfect. She loved the pleasures upon her and the merciless fever that guided her to lose control, accepting the sensations in their maddest form and allowing herself to unravel. Beast Boy slammed deep into her waiting pussy and pumped her full of cum, and Raven was along for the ride in the dizziness of pure fascination, into pleasures that stopped feeling sane to her. It was everything to both of them, the sweetness and the euphoria of being guided into this lust together. Wails of pure ecstasy rang out with a delirious need to only give in to these pleasures. Warm, hot seed filling Raven up brought her a peculiar sort of comfort, a pleasure and a heat passionate enough for her to just let it happen, given to the depths of her fiercest ecstasies. They confronted her with the truth, and she accepted them.
Raven whimpered out a shaky, dizzy, "Thank you," in the throes of submission, having learned how good it was to just let go and let Beast Boy prove himself to her.
The ritual had worked, and the demon had been sealed away, but in its place, a new demon had been let out. Raven just wasn't sure if it was her libido, or his.