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Carnal Appetite | Pt. 3

I doubt I’ll have enough to participate in all of @damirae-smut-week, but here’s a little surprise for the Free Day 💕

It had been a week since Raven and Damian had begun their arrangement. After the second night it became a regular part of their routine for Raven to show up early and for Damian to linger a bit longer than he normally would have before heading out for night patrols. Despite their opposing shifts, it felt like they were spending quality time together now more than ever.

But a pang of guilt had been ringing in Raven's mind, because ironically, she had initially switched shifts to get away from Damian.

A detail she hadn't exactly been dishonest about, but one she had definitely made sure not to be forthcoming about.

It wasn't that she didn't like being around Damian.... More of the opposite...

Raven was not as innocent as people assumed. Sure, she was inexperienced, but that wasn't from any lack of desires. She was picky, busy, and painfully too clever to keep interest in most of the men who tried striking up a conversation with her.

Right up until she got paired with Damian on patrols.

Sure, it piqued her interest at first -- a hot fellow hero with a wit to match -- but she figured this would just be a pleasant addition to her otherwise routine nights.

It started with sparring practice during slow nights. Raven so rarely got to use her hand-to-hand combat skills that Damian's insistence on training during downtime was actually a welcome suggestion. She loved the thrill of bodies moving with the rapid fluidity of a surging river. The tension of split second calculations and moves that had to be initiated before they could even fully be thought out. Plus, of course, the heat that erupted between them both as they pushed closer and closer to eachother's limits.

Raven was one of the few people still alive in this world who knew firsthand that when Damian Wayne gave his all in a fight, he clenched his jaw in a way that made his features every bit as imposing as his reputation. His green eyes would grow dark as he fought to keep a level head despite his assassin's instincts. As their sparring stretched on they'd soon both be heaving between movements, bodies erupting in thin sheens of sweat that made their skin glisten in the moonlight.

Raven would challenge anyone to not have shameful thoughts after seeing Damian like that.

But this wasn't exactly unfamiliar territory for her -- she was a grown woman, after all. Plus high speed internet and long days off spent exploring her own body had taught her how to control herself even in the face of unfairly attractive colleagues.

At least, that was until Damian had really started to relax in her presence.

The first thing she noticed was that he was funnier than people gave him credit for.

On one night in particular they were forced to split up, as some low-level Joker's Gang goons had scattered in all directions. Raven made quick work of her half, flight making it much easier to catch up with everyone. However once she'd stopped to breathe and check everyone's restraints she saw out of the corner of her eye one thug who'd managed to hide and was now making a run for it. Raven darted off to catch him but the maze of corridors had her ducking down dead ends and losing time backtracking. As she finally caught sight of the thug again he was almost to an exit where she was sure he'd disappear into the night. As he made a run for the door a fire extinguisher was suddenly thrust out from an intersecting hallway and the goon was left with no time to react, running head-first into the bright red fire extinguisher and immediately falling flat on his back.

Damian stepped out from the hallway, extinguisher still in hand.

"That's what he gets for using a fire exit," he smirked.

It was so unexpected, as so far Damian hadn't really said much during their missions together, that Raven couldn't stop herself from laughing so loud it echoed through the empty warehouse. Damian had smiled at her for the first time back then, obviously pleased with himself.

Since then they'd had a few inside jokes. Most notably, Damian liked to say on nights when he was particularly on top of his game that he was wearing his, 'lucky underwear'.

"Lucky underwear?" Raven had asked.

"Yeah, all Robin's have a pair of lucky underwear. The same one. Budget cuts." He'd explained, trying to keep a straight face.

"Oh lovely, and why, pray tell, are you all okay with sharing this pair of lucky underwear?" Raven chuckled.

"Well obviously they were Dick's first, and, as you can imagine, Jason was just as skeptical. Insisted on his own new pair of green briefs. Terrible mistake. Look what happened to him."

Raven had elbowed him in the side back then but couldn't keep herself from laughing at the dark joke.

They grew quite comfortable with eachother over the past few months Damian spent with the Titans.

But that comfort was steadily growing to a certain giddiness that Raven was having trouble getting a hold of.

She started to notice herself zoning out on their nights together. Staring just a little too long at his handsome face while he scanned an area. Her face felt hot whenever he looked at her, and her mind started lingering on him more than she would have liked. She started picturing him in nothing but those lucky underwear, even when they were out on patrols.

She couldn't let it go on like this. Shamefully she found herself tending to her own needs after getting home from their patrols. She conjured up images of him during their sparring sessions, heated, breathless, and ran her fingers with an urgency she'd never known before.

But this only calmed her for a week at most.

Soon she found herself laying in bed, exhausted from trying to please herself, but finding that release frustratingly out of reach. Her desires were unrelenting but her body protested her own touch.

In desperation, she snuck out of the Tower the next day, cloaked in an oversized hoodie and concealing her face with the biggest sunglasses she could find on Kori's vanity.

She made her way to the seedier part of town, keeping her hood up as she approached a garrish blue building with a neon red "ADULT" sign over it. She wasn't exactly ashamed, but she was a public figure, and this was something she'd rather not have people reading about in tabloids.

After spending an inordinate amount of time perusing all shapes and sizes of fake phalluses, she'd finally picked out the one she'd be using as a surrogate Damian that night. Tan, a little longer than average, and definitely thick.

That night, once activity had died down and they were gearing up to head back to the Tower, Raven barely managed to sputter out a 'bye' before taking off on her own way home. Damian had raised an eyebrow at that, wondering at the time if he'd done something to upset her.

Once she was back in her room the feeling of her uniform against her skin was unbearable. She shed all her clothing with lightning speed and threw herself onto the bed. Using a remote on her nightstand she dimmed the lights, setting the remote back and fishing through the drawer for her purchase.

She gulped when she pulled it out, nerves practically fried by this point. Carefully, gently, she put a few drops of lube on the toy and laid herself back on her pillows, shutting her eyes tight as she went back to dreaming of Damian.

This time, in spite of all her shame and embarrassment, she decided to let her imagination run wild. She was desperate for some kind of release from this torment and if that meant fully imagining her teammate fucking her into oblivion then so be it.

She figured he'd be the possessive type, staking his claim by making her entire body light up only for him. She could picture it, a quiet night, a vacant Wayne loft, being shoved against a wall as his mouth wandered all over her. Clothing desperately being pulled from eachother's bodies. Raven felt such a frantic need for him that she wouldn't be able to bear the wait of proper foreplay. Months of one-sided sexual tension had driven her mad with want. The toy would only be a poor substitute, but it would have to do as she pictured Damian sinking his cock into her inch by glorious inch.

A whine escaped her throat as she slid the toy in fully. She dreamed of Damian leaning in, his breath hot on her neck, whispering in her ear, "I'm going to move, habibti."

Raven worked herself steadily, pumping to visions of Damian ravishing her, but it wasn't enough. Her hands couldn't move the toy fast enough to please her and she struggled to consistently drive it in deep enough to hit the spot she needed most.

In a haze she removed the phallus from her still-aching core, sitting up to reposition herself. Her breath came in heated gasps as she moved quickly. She sat up on her knees and placed the dildo, which could stand on its own, on the bed beneath her hips. With her hand holding the toy steady she sunk herself down on it. Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling as she felt it finally hitting deep inside.

She leaned forward, supporting herself on her hands, and in a haze she began riding the toy with reckless abandon. The thought of Damian drove her wild with a need that her hips worked fervently to satisfy. Sweat erupted all over her skin as release seemed to finally be within sight. Her breathing was strained, her muscles were screaming, but her body hastily continued, racing towards that illustrious peak until finally -- she'd ascended it. With a sudden gasp lights and colours erupted behind her eyes as she finally came harder than she ever had before.

Lightheaded, she fell forward onto her mattress, unable to hear anything but her own pounding heartbeat. Unable and unwilling to open her eyes, she eased the toy out of herself and slumped, still naked, into a deep, dreamless sleep.

However that was just the calm before the storm.

The next day anxiety shook through Raven like lightning and her face was in a constant flush wondering how she'd face Damian after so thoroughly fucking herself to the thought of him the night before. It wasn't like he'd know! But her fantasies had gone as far as she could take them and she still wanted more. Her firm grip on her emotions had slipped and now she was riled up like some kind of horny school girl.

She spent the whole day meditating, making tea, taking cold showers, repeating her constant mantra and still her heart thrummed in her chest like a tuning fork.

Dread had washed over her as the Sun set and she knew it was only a matter of time before she'd have to face Damian, completely unsure how she'd react.

And then a voice came forth in her mind.

Sweet, seductive, not at all to be trusted. Familiar in its saccharine poison. With the darkness of night came a lightness in her mind and Raven knew, her control had frayed. Her demon was awake and ready. Raven's better instincts now floated casually, knowing full well what she ought to do but having no drive to enforce it. She wanted nothing more than to indulge, and that was a very dangerous thing.

That night she had skipped patrols entirely, and afterwards she was showing up late after frantically reeling her demon instincts back. Naïvely she thought that maybe, just maybe, switching to day shifts and not seeing Damian for a while would be enough to regain her control.

This, of course, was not the case.

So when Damian had offered to, ehem, 'remedy' her 'problem', she felt an overwhelming sense of relief.... In more ways than one.

Still, she questioned herself relentlessly. Was this coercion? Certainly not, Damian was the one offering... But had she implied...? No, no... She'd tried to speak in as technical of terms as possible..... Was it wrong to enjoy it? Obviously Damian didn't want her to be uncomfortable but... Was it dishonest, to revel in the sensations of a complex situation?

"Satisfaction" didn't come close to describing it. Damian was ravaging her every night with the passion of a man denied for centuries. He turned her bones to jelly and left her body unable to register anything but the lasting pulse of her core after being so thoroughly pounded.

Raven, in her newfound bliss, tried not to notice when she felt her demon becoming ever more pliable. It wasn't the easiest thing to gauge, but she could definitely sense it's power waning. Its siren call grew fainter, and she was starting to wonder whether her excuse to be with Damian would disappear without warning. She was torn. Losing control was inexcusable -- this couldn't last... But would that mean everything returning to normal? Would her and Damian's relationship revert back to easy teammates? Did she want to stay in his bed?

Did she want something more?

There wouldn't be time to answer those questions.

Damian sat beside her on the bench at the end of his bed. They laughed in unison as he told stories about his younger years at Wayne Manor.

"So Jason says to me, 'At least when I came back from the dead, I got taller!'"

"Oooooo, big words from mister skunk hair."

"Right? So I, in my 12 year old ire, couldn't just take that! I might've been short, but I could still reach Jason's cigarette stash!"

"Oh no..."

"Mhm. He'd just bought a fresh pack too. I took every single one of them out and...."

"Oh God..."

"I cleaned my ears with every. Single. Filter."

"Damian!!" She couldn't fight back the laughter as she playfully shoved his arm.

"What?? I put them all back just the way I found them!" He laughed with her, leaning in close to savor her reaction to his antics.

"You didn't!!"

"Tt. You should've seen him take out cigarette after cigarette, put it between his lips, and immediately start spitting in confusion! I swear he tried 6 before slamming the pack onto the floor!"

Raven was in tears, she could hardly breathe as she pictured Jason as the victim of a pint-sized mercenary. It took several minutes to compose herself. Damian had laughed with her at the start but at some point had calmed himself down to the point of just sitting there, serenely watching her and the joy he'd brought her.

She finally got ahold of herself and tried to speak.

"Hah... Aha... Remind me never to get on your bad side haha," she managed to sputter out.

"I'd say that's my only side, Roth." He smirked.

"Well it'd be hard for me to tell either way -- is it getting dark--?" She stopped abruptly, looking past him and out the window.

Her face dropped.

The Sun had set.

She'd come early, as always, and somehow as they'd chatted away the time had slipped through her fingers.

Damian sat rigidly, as if refusing to turn and see the world outside.

It was nighttime.

And she was still in her usual form.

Her stomach clenched painfully. Is this it?

Steadily, Damian raised his head to stare directly at her.

"You're... You haven't transformed.."

"..Yea." she didn't know what to say.

"That's... That's good.... I guess we.... We don't have to..." He averted his eyes again, trailing off as if unable to finish the thought.

Raven's heart was doing jumping jacks in her chest. She could feel the back of her neck starting to sweat as an immense pressure built up in her face. Her mouth was dry, so dry. She was being torn apart by her mind, desperately pointing her in the logical direction of leaving now, and her body, which yearned and pleaded for this not to be over yet.

She wanted to speak calmly at a time like this but the words wouldn't cooperate. Frantically she stuttered out,

"D-Damian,"

His eyes snapped up and he stared at her intensely, his expression unreadable.

She could barely force the words out as she felt her whole face flooding with heat,

"I... I-I want-"

She was cut off by Damian sealing his lips to hers in a flash.

It was all so fast and neither of them left time to think, their bodies going purely on instinct. Damian leaned over her, pushing her back onto his bed. Their lips easily parted and the kiss heightened in intensity. Raven's hands buried into Damian's hair, trying to keep him as close as possible.

Damian held her by the back of the neck, his other hand daring to snake up her shirt. The heat and sin of demonic red skin was forgotten as he shoved her shirt up and over her bra. He broke the kiss for just a moment to take in the sight of her, pallid skin flushed and tingling with anticipation, before he hooked a finger into the cup of her bra, yanking it down and taking her exposed nipple into his mouth.

Raven yelped, one hand flying up to try and quiet herself, but Damian paid no mind. He'd taken to teasing the sensitive nub between his teeth, while his other hand moved to grope her other breast.

Peppering kisses across her chest, he worked his way back up her neck. Finally, he pulled back to look her in the eyes. He said nothing, but the uncertainty in his expression silently asked her for permission.

She swallowed, released a breath she didn't know she was holding, and pushed down all the questions muddling in her mind about what exactly this was.

"Damian," she screwed her eyes shut, "I... I want you to have me.... Please."

He didn't need to be asked twice.

In a flurry of bodies they fell backwards onto the mattress. Clothes were shed with all the fervour of torn gift wrapping, and every inch of bared skin was instantly connected to eachother.

Raven's underwear was yanked down with such haste that it dangled from her ankle, as they were both too distracted to fully remove it.

As they were locked in a burning, breathless kiss, Damian lined himself up, and like that

He was inside her.

"Damian," she whimpered out, driven mad by his slow, languid thrusts.

"Raven," he breathed, clearly on the edge of losing control. He held her close and pumped steadily.

Her voice was weak, "Right there," she whispered close to his ear. This felt less like a run towards a high peak, and more like a steady, euphoric ride with no end in sight. Pleasure seeped through every inch of her bones as she could focus on nothing but the bliss of feeling Damian drag his thick cock in... And out... Of her.

"Don't stop," her voice dripped with desperation. "Please don't stop!"

His pace quickened slightly as a bright white light was approaching behind both their eyes. He sunk his teeth into the crook of her neck, eliciting a moan from her as he worked to mark her distinctly as his.

Within minutes he brought her to the very edge, and with a few frantic final thrusts, he threw her and himself over.

They lay there, breathing heavily, trying to acclimate once again to the sights and sounds around them. Their hearts pounded so hard that the resonance threatened to break through their ribs. But, slowly, their senses returned to them.

Damian, unable or unwilling to slide from her, kept his face buried in her neck, grasping at every second he could keep her close.

"Damian?" She asked, worried for him.

"Raven. Please, just...." He breathed, "Just let me stay like this for a while?"

And she agreed.

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