My Fiction. My Blog. My Life:After braving the vast world of the internet with fanfictions, I've decided to expand my portfolio with short stories, blog posts, and snippets of my novel.
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Chapter 13Gar’s tongue traveled slowly up her stomach as it rid Raven of the chocolate syrup. The feel of his tongue was delightful and she arched her back at the sensation. Her naked body had several lines of syrup waiting to be consumed, waiting for his skill. As he left her stomach she felt the chill of her now damp skin and it contrasted greatly with the warmth she was now feeling coming up the side of her breast. It was a pleasurable mix and she effortlessly found herself sinking into the pure focus of what was happening to her body. A warm feeling here, a tingling cool feeling there, a burning pleasure down there, and … and a sticky feeling there.
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Chapter 12Raven woke again to the feeling of arms around her. Her alarm was going off, telling her it was time to rise and get ready for training. The warm arms pulled her in tightly, pinning her arms to her side. Laughing quietly, she tried to worm her way free.
“Gar, I can’t… the alarm.” But he only drew her in deeper and threw the comforter over their heads. Raven resorted to her powers and flicked it off. After a few minutes of being trapped within his grasp, she realized he had no intention of getting up. Chapter 11The temperature had dropped as the sun had fallen from the sky. But it was a beautiful night to curl up and watch the stars. Which is exactly where Raven found Gar. She wanted to walk out to him, see how he was doing. His mood had changed so much over the day that she partly wondered if he was going to avoid the whole conversation about his parents. But she didn’t want to seem pushy or overbearing. Wasn’t that exactly what she had disliked that morning?
Raven had come up through the roof, and she watched him wondering if he knew she was there. The wind was blowing towards her and he seemed to be lost in thought. A sound in the stairwell caught her attention and she floated behind the stairwell’s wall as the door opened. The light footsteps told her it had to be Quill. Wrapping her cloak tighter around her body, she leaned against the wall. Raven knew full well it was rude to spy on Gar. But she was beginning to grow curious about this seemingly simple man she had shared so much of her life with. Chapter 10Raven had decided to play it safe this weekend, and as the weekend crew started to show up, she had removed herself to the nearby rocky out crop for some extra meditation. While the newer and younger titans were beginning to give the “old folks” a bit of a reprieve during the few days they stayed, it was still more people, more emotions, and sometimes more disasters. A lot of them were still coming to terms with their powers, or what it meant to work on a team. And many were still learning what it meant to handle the role of a superhero. Raven imagined the maturity level was possibly higher than a normal group of young teenagers. But always assumed she had been much more advanced when she was their age.
Chapter 9As Raven moved from the bed, Gar reached out and lightly grazed his hand over an old scar. It was on her lower back, and no doubt the first time he had seen it.
“Prison escape, I think.” She shrugged, honestly not remembering where all her marks were from. “Do people ever ask about them?” He asked rolling on his back to point to the side he was just laying on. “I’ve had a few ask about this one.” It was an odd scar, maybe acid or fire. “Part of me wished it had just healed properly, it’s a little gross.” Chapter 8Raven let the topic slip away as Gar ran the tip of the small vibrator between her legs. It slowly worked its way further and further down, till it started to move back up behind her. Gasping with surprise, Raven gripped the hand wrapped around her body. His other hand impossibly started to inch up closer and closer. Part of her registered that he couldn’t still have a fully human arm to reach this far without bending over. But she could care less in the moment. He could be whatever animal or partial animal he pleased.
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AuthorI am split between a world of fantasies and science. {Blog}
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