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Gotham's Dead End Bar Ch.70
🕑 Added 2025-04-28 23:34:42 +0000 UTC— Raven —
“This… is a bad idea,” Raven deadpanned to herself.
Surprisingly, Passion agreed with her, “The worst.”
“Terrible.”
“Just awful.”
“We’re going to die or embarrass ourselves.”
“And I don’t know which one will be worse.”
“Why are we doing this again…?”
“Because-! I. Am. At. The. End. Of. My. Fucking. Rope!”
“Valid,” Raven nodded to herself. “Still bold to the point of stupidity.”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Passion snapped back at her. “Did you have a better plan?!”
“… Unfortunately? No. I’ve got nothing that would force the issue as well as this.”
“He ain’t gonna be forcing anything but that blessed cockhead against my Didi-damned cervix!”
“… Crass.”
“Raven. Bitch. Me… I’ve got no shame or fucks left to give at this point.”
“Except for the obvious one?”
Passion nodded matter-of-factly, “Except for the obvious one.”
Raven sighed, “We’re screwed. So, so, so screwed…”
“We’re not! And that’s the problem! So hop to it if you’re gonna keep hogging the damn body! It’ll all be worth it in the end!”
Raven, even though she probably should’ve known better, didn’t protest. The truth was… she felt the same as Passion. Passion was her, after all, and she was Passion. Her other half was just more open about expressing her emotions, considering she was her emotions…
They completed each other, even in being so frustrated that they were pushed to the point of boldness and potential stupidity. Especially then… But there was only so much a lifetime-repressed, barely-legal half-Demon could take before she resorted to… drastic action.
Raven… Raven and Passion both… Together, she found herself at that limit. No, firmly past it. After all, she’d gotten a taste of what she craved once already. It just left her wanting, craving, NEEDING more. A dream just wouldn’t cut it. Raven needed…
Frankly, she needed to be fucking fucked. To be pinned down in a mating press and fucking bred. To be stretched and fucking filled. Back-breaking, ass-clapping, thigh-smacking backshots. Pleasure like she’d barely ever known before. Slick skin on skin and ravenous kisses. Consensual handholding, even. She needed to revel in the emotions she could now let herself feel and be actually satisfied for once.
It wasn’t her fault. She wouldn’t accept even a bit of blame. Not when Sean was… well, Sean. Gothboy, Harley called him (and Raven was well aware of how perfectly that name and nature, that style would complement her own…). The Dead End’s Mr. Barkeep and his impossible stories and even more impossible POWER that let him free her from every chain she’d ever known. And introduce a very different set of chains to her in the aftermath…
It wasn’t just him. It was Didi — DEATH… — as well. She had just as much responsibility to take for Raven’s… carnally charged mental state. There was only so long an Endless meal like Didi could be waved in front of her face.
Raven, as it turned out, liked goth girls. It wasn’t so much an awakening as it was a realization. Plenty of people were attracted to their own style. They gravitated toward it for a reason, after all. But if Raven was a Goth Grand Sorceress, Didi was an Endless Goth Goddess. She was Goth Potential Fulfilled to its Fullest, and Raven found herself craving a taste of that as well.
It wasn’t fair, wasn’t fair at all. How was a poor half-Demon girl supposed to cope with the Goth Mommy and the Goth Daddy on the table? When they were the pot she could win, how could Raven do anything but bet it all…?
It was a beautiful dark attraction. A curse of desperate need and wanton desire that coursed through her veins. Raven found herself coming up well short of resistance. She’d tried, oh, how she’d tried… But her meditations consistently turned into fiery fantasies. Her poetry ventured thirstier and thirstier, pure expressions of her lust, no matter how she tried to contain it. Even her studies brought lewd results these days…
She wasn’t going to settle for some nameless tentacled horror from beyond, though. Not when Sean and fucking Didi were its competition. It seemed like a nice… person…? But Raven let it down gently. Todd the Tentacled Horror just didn’t measure up, even with the intriguing possibilities that so many limbs offered.
Sean could do tentacles better, Raven was sure, not to mention the actual emotional connection she had with him. And she was determined to lick Death to orgasm if it was the last thing she did.
“Goood~… Gooooood~…!” Passion purred from within. “Let the lust flow through you~! Lust~! Passion~! Turn them into action~! He’s shown us so much~… Freed us from cruel chains and emotional repression~… He gave us the chance to make ourselves balanced and whole~… Shouldn’t we show him our thanks for that freedom~?”
“I’m doing this for me, for us,” Raven replied. “We’ve been without emotions or real connection for too long. After a lifetime of repression, I… just want what we deserve, what everyone else takes for granted. It’s… only somewhat about him and her.”
She could practically feel Passion smirk, “Whatever you have to tell yourself, Me~…”
“You’re being unhelpful.”
“I’m being true to myself. Say whatever you want. We wouldn’t be doing this for anyone but Sean or Didi.”
“They’re… special, yes,” Raven admitted. “But I’m the one who made the choice. I feel like I deserve some credit for that.”
“And I don’t~?” Passion asked.
“You’re me,” Raven deadpanned. “You made the same choice before I was ready to admit to it.”
Passion giggled, “It’s easy to be honest when only you can hear me, Me~”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that…” Raven muttered. “I think Sean can hear you sometimes. And we’re not hiding anything from DEATH.”
Raven felt Passion shift and squirm at the prospect, “W-Whatever! That just makes things-… Easier! Yeah, easier! I-I’m not shy!”
“Hm. Doubt,” Raven retorted. “I think I know when I’m talking out my ass.”
“Shut up! You haven’t managed to do anything so far! You had to come to me for this plan in the end!”
“I turned to my Lust and Passion for a plan of lust and passion…? Wow. Groundbreaking.”
“W-Well-! It took you too long to cave and admit it!”
“… I was waiting for an opportune moment.”
“Don’t lie to me, Me! We hit the limit of our patience on our own schedule! And now that we have, I’ll raze and conquer Earth like that deadbeat shitbag wanted from us, if I have to go another night with only our fantasies for company,!”
“… Fair. Valid. Same.”
“So less talking! More putting those final pieces in place!” Passion snapped.
“You’re the one who engaged me in conversation,” Raven grumbled.
“The wards are in place?”
“… We might as well be isolated from the rest of the tower.”
“Setting?”
“… Candles are lit. Crystals are glowing. The dawn darkness is a good backdrop. When the sun rises, the curtains will draw so we aren’t disturbed. And I put down the proper protection spells on the sheets. They’ll be needed…”
“Hydration?”
“… Plenty of water and a few sports drinks for electrolytes.”
“Our surprises?”
“… Sensitive. Did you want to feel them again?”
“Don’t distract me. How’s the fit?”
“… Slutty. Bratty,” Raven deadpanned. “Perfect.”
Passion hesitated, “And… and my manifestation…?”
“The Shadow Clone Spell has been ready for this entire time. You could’ve manifested at any point. And helped. You haven’t. Nervous?”
“Yes!” Passion snarled. “Unlike you, I can actually feel our nerves!”
“Hm,” Raven simply hummed. “Being cool does have its advantages.”
“Just-!” Passion began, cutting herself off. “Fine! We’re ready! Just-… Just do it…”
Raven, despite her cool exterior, took a breath as she took in everything. Her room and sanctum had been converted to a new purpose. Surprisingly, not much had changed… The biggest change was pulling her bed away from the wall and into the center of the room. It now sat within a… ritual circle. Nonsense. Utter nonsense, every line and symbol. But it served the plan.
Not that it would fool Sean and Didi. But it didn’t necessarily have to. They just had to go along with it long enough for Raven to be able to claim some kind of plausible deniability. The trickery in the plan was less for their sakes, and more for hers…
Her intentions would be… rather obvious, Raven suspected. If nothing else, her current state of dress would see to that. Fishnets hugged her legs to mid-thigh. Her skirt was somewhat less than a skirt… A belt, more accurately. She could feel the room’s air on her ass as the ‘belt’ concealed next to nothing. That exposure, plus the ‘nothing’ that lay underneath for ease of access, sent shivers of anticipation up Raven’s spine.
Above the skirt, a casual button-up shirt was worn in a… slightly strained state. Even unbuttoned to her navel — especially then — her breasts threatened to spill out of it. Soft and full and perky. They wanted to breathe and beg for attention. Raven wasn’t about to stop them from doing either. Especially considering the fishnet undershirt she wore in place of a bra was more for style than substance.
Beneath the half-open, barely concealing button-up, Raven’s ‘surprises’ were keeping her nipples at attention rather well. Every movement was stimulating. Tingling. Shocking in the very best way. She bore the new sensations without a single change to her expression. But within, Passion was almost constantly biting her lip to keep from moaning.
In the end, there wasn’t any way to go but forward now. With Passion shouldering her nerves, Raven made the call…
The visual effects spell she’d built into the nonsense ritual circle glowed. But where Magic should’ve surged and reached out to the ritual’s targets… Raven just used her phone.
It didn’t ring for long, and when it connected, Raven was the first to speak, “The spirits smile upon me tonight… Mine call has been heeded, and the ritual has begun… I beseech thee, Magic, connect me to the final pieces I need…”
Sean’s voice came through from the other end of the phone call, utterly bemused, “Raven?”
With her reply, Raven channeled every bit of flat ‘deception’ she could manage into her voice, “Ah. The spirits know my name. How convenient and fortuitous. Take notice of my request, spirit, I seek Death and her Hand. Help me… complete… the ritual…”
“Ritual?” Sean’s bemusement was quickly shifting into straight amusement. “Raven, you called me. On a phone. Not through some kind of spell.”
“I hardly see how the medium matters, spirit. You answered my call,” Raven deadpanned.
Sean chuckled, “This is surreal, you do realize that, right?”
“Oh, look. My ritual,” Raven flatly stressed. “Has summoned thee, spirit. And thy Lady Death. Join me, and I swear mine sanctum’s walls shall shield you from the cruel mundanities of the physical world.”
“So… You’re asking me and Didi to come over?” Sean asked.
“Thee and thy Lady Death, spirit. Join me,” Raven steadfastly repeated, not giving an inch as she took refuge in flat audacity.
“Uh, yeah…” Sean paused. “Okay. Sure. We’re closed up for the night here anyway. Didi and I will be right over, Raven. See you in a few.”
“And so, the ritual continues…” Raven said flatly, keeping up her ‘cover’ even as she hung up.
Within, Passion was practically rolling around and cringing, “Ahhh! That was so much more embarrassing than I thought it’d be! Why’d we think this was a good idea?!”
“I thought it went fine,” Raven said back. “It got Sean interested, at least. What happened to having no shame or fucks left to give?”
“Well, I just found some!” Passion whined.
“Hm,” Raven hummed. “… I think we haven’t gone far enough. ’Spirits’ can be… difficult. Some extra encouragement might help.”
“… Why do I have a bad feeling about this? Me?! I’m supposed to be the bold one!” Passion exclaimed.
Raven smirked at herself, “Just try and keep up… Nerves.”
“Oh, you bitch! I’ll show you why I’m still your Passion! Bring it on!”
“Bit hard to do that if you’re just going to hide.”
“Hide-?! I’m not hiding from anything-! Ugh, fine! Fine! Give me a damned Shadow Clone!”
Raven provided, and Passion manifested. They were still inherently connected, but now, two identical young women stood before the ‘ritual’ circle. Passion, for all her bravado, though, looked slightly lost.
“W-What… What now?!” Passion demanded.
“Now…” Raven drawled her reply. “Take a pic. Send it to Sean. Encourage him.”
Visibly nervous but unwilling to let herself fall short, Passion pulled over the mirror in the room, “This is dumb… Stupid… Sean and Didi are going to come over anyway. You know that. I know that. Why should I…?”
“Nerves getting the better of you?” Raven asked, taunting herself.
“You wish!” Passion snapped. “Probably wanna hog all of that glorious goth goodness for yourself, Me! Well, I won’t let you! I’ll show you ‘encouragement’!”
Some of Passion’s disgruntlement carried over as she leveled her phone at the mirror — Frustration at herself and her other half. It showed in her expression, almost half a sneer. Still, she shucked her button-up shirt and her skirt, putting herself on near-naked display. The phone clicked a picture of fishnets and grayish skin and full, pierced breasts. Before she could second-guess herself, Passion had already sent it to Sean.
“H-Hah! Beat that, Me!”
“Cute,” Raven deadpanned. “Amateur. Let me show you some real encouragement.”
Moving carefully and methodically, Raven mounted the bed in front of the mirror. She faced it, bent over, and raised her ass. A pert and perfect mountain rose behind her head. Already, Raven was getting herself in position. Face down. Ass up. Ready to fuck. And as she worked her ass left and right for the perfect shot, she had no intention of leaving the position before she was stretched, filled, and utterly satisfied.
Raven snapped her pic as well. It was tempting. Inviting. Seductive. She’d like to see Sean try and refuse an ass like hers and an invitation like that. But to one-up her Passion, Raven didn’t leave the pic bare as she sent it off. It bore a single line of text… ‘Get in here now, or I’ll drag you here myself.’
Was it necessary? No, likely not. Raven had faith that Sean was true to his word that he and Didi would be right over. But Raven wanted to make her intentions clear from the start. Once they came… she didn’t know how much patience she’d have for communication and clarification. In fact, she didn’t even leave her ‘position’ when they stepped out of a portal behind them. Passion spun around with a start. Raven just tracked Sean and Didi’s arrival through the mirror, giving her hips and ass a constant little sway.
“Hello, Raven. Thanks for having… us…?” Didi greeted and trailed off.
She blinked. At the sight of two Ravens, at the scene of temptation and invitation, at their state of dress. Raven knew she was on full display for her arriving eyes. But she didn’t flinch or give an inch. Sandwiched between her thighs and raised to the heavens, Raven’s pussy must’ve been practically winking Didi’s way. That, and the shining trails her arousal tracked down her inner thighs, should’ve gotten the message across quite competently.
Didi came out of the portal, greeting them, but Sean was focused on his phone for that initial moment. Amused. Smirking and shaking his head. He chuckled to himself, “‘Ritual’. Sure. I suppose that explains a thing or two.”
Then, he looked up and was treated to the same invitation Didi received. To Raven’s visceral satisfaction and a thrill of confidence sent straight to her pussy, even Sean was brought up short by the scene. He paused, “… Ah. And that would explain things even more…”
“Really, Dear?” Didi asked. “I have to admit to a bit of confusion. Pleasant confusion, but confusion all the same.”
Passion drew herself up, finding her boldness once more, “I-!”
Raven cut her off, took the initiative, and played it utterly straight, “Oh, my. The spirits have arrived. The ritual has begun. We rejoice, and I offer myself up to higher powers. Take mercy upon mine soul — mine poor, desperate body — spirits. We have put a grand work in motion. But the rest… is up to you…”
Lips twitching in amusement, Sean asked, “Is this necessary, Raven? Couldn’t you have just approached us openly?”
“Mine ritual is open, honest, and true, spirit,” Raven deadpanned. “I seek… enlightenment of the physical and spiritual flesh.”
Sean glanced at the useless, nonsense ritual circle and then met Raven’s eyes in the mirror, raising a single, unbelieving eyebrow.
Raven, without a hint of her shame for Passion had it all, nodded with a straight face, “Open, honest, and true. All that remains is to discover whether or not the noble higher powers will join us.”
Passion, on the other hand, was blushing brighter and brighter with every moment. Her usually pale skin was glowing. She fidgeted from side to side, finding herself unable to meet Sean or Didi’s eyes. Raven could feel all of her emotions, of course. The embarrassment, the stubborn pride, the lust — oh, Didi, the lust… — and every other tangled strand now that she was confronted with her plan in action.
Passion talked big game. But she was, by nature, emotional and prone to internal conflict. That was fine. Raven was the exterior aspect for a reason. Now that things were actually moving, and moving fast, it was her duty to push through the nerves, shame, and pride. To make emotional fantasies into solid action.
“I’m… still slightly confused,” Didi admitted, tilting her head to one side. “That circle won’t actually do anything. But you have to know that, Raven. I trust you not to try and take advantage of us, too. So this can’t be some scheme for power-…”
“My Death,” Sean gently interrupted her. “This isn’t a scheme for power. It’s a scheme for sex. Raven is propositioning us. Just in a… unique way.”
“That’s-!” Passion sputtered but ultimately failed to find words.
“Oh…” Didi blinked. “Oh! Oh, I see! Well, that’s fine. Why didn’t you just ask~?”
“The ritual is rather clear, isn’t it?” Raven asked flatly.
“It’s really not,” Sean chuckled. “But I suppose that’s part of the charm.”
“S-So…?” Passion stuttered. “I-Is that a yes-…?”
“Are you going to let the ritual fail?” Raven raised a deadpan eyebrow in the mirror and at Sean and Didi behind her. “Will you allow our hard work to go to waste? It took significant time to gather the confidence to attempt such a ritual, spirit. Now that it’s begun, I feel rather… empty. Will you leave me to that cruel fate?”
Didi smiled brightly and compassionately at both Ravens, “Never, Raven. Neither of you. You’re a dear friend and perhaps something more. What do you say, Sean?”
“Divide and conquer?” Sean answered her question with another smirking question.
“To start,” Didi nodded. “But I believe Raven deserves both of our attentions in the end.”
“Plan C with hints of Plan H?”
“Oh, and that one bit from Plan M~!”
“The worship bit or the taming bit?”
“Hmm, I suppose both qualify… Two bits from Plan M, then.”
Raven patiently waited out the impromptu planning session that sprang up between Sean and Didi. A planning session for fucking her… But despite the pleasurable shivers of anticipation that prospect brought her, Raven waited. Patiently. Still face down and ass up. Still there for the taking…
Passion was less patient, almost hyperventilating, “Oh, gods…! Oh, Didi…! Wait-! Fuuuucck~…! This is happening?! It’s really happening?! It can’t-! I can’t-! I-I’m not ready-!”
“Oh, dear,” Didi took gentle initiative. “I’ll take this one first. She seems like she could use a less intensive touch. Come here, darling. What do you call yourself?”
“P-Passion,” She said. “I’m Raven’s emotional aspect…”
“That explains things. Don’t worry yourself to death, darling. Just enjoy~…”
With an enviable softness, Didi took Passion in her arms as they sat on the edge of the bed. Almost but thankfully not quite motherly caresses stroked, played, and whispered their way across Passion’s skin. Simultaneously safe and stimulated, Passion began to squirm and simper. Then, she moaned and just about melted as Didi’s fingers brushed her nipples.
“Sensitive, are we~?” Didi cooed. “And so pretty. That’s it~… Just watch, settle, and let me get you ready for your turn~…”
Echoes of gentle, preparing pleasure from her other half lingered in the back of Raven’s mind. But she was in the mood for something a bit more… intensely satisfying. She didn’t move from her prepared position as Sean approached her. Her eyes tracked him in the mirror, almost taunting, challenging.
“Raven,” Sean said.
“Daddy,” Raven replied, deadpan but not at all sarcastic.
“Is that how we’re doing this?”
“After everything you’ve done? I couldn’t call you anything else.”
“Well, if anyone deserves to claim ‘Daddy Issues’, it’d be you.”
“… Shut up and fuck me like you fucked me in my dreams.”
“No foreplay?” Sean raised an amused eyebrow.
“… I’ve been getting enough foreplay from myself ever since I met you,” Raven admitted. “Not a single moment of peace. Only horny.”
Sean played up his exasperated sigh, but between one blink and the next, he was suddenly naked. Raven watched without a single shift in her expression. But beneath, her anticipation was reaching a fever pitch. Sean laid a hand on her ass, following the generous curve with a groping touch. Raven couldn’t help but press herself into it.
On her other side, Sean’s cock came to stand over her ass. Just barely touching. Already, Raven could feel its heat, a perfect complement to her own. In the mirror, it loomed large and proud, seemingly colossal with the shadow it painted across her ass, a shadow what was to come… Sean’s fingers dipped inward, following the crease where her ass met her thighs, to collect honey, and Raven felt herself was drooling down there. No embarrassment came from the realization. Only more… even more need…
“Damn, girl, you been living like this?” Sean muttered.
“Constantly,” Raven’s deadpan reply came with a pleasurable twitch as something clenched. “Without magic, I would’ve ruined all of my costumes and casual clothes. It’s your fault. Take responsibility.”
“Yeah, this just won’t do,” Sean, thankfully, agreed. “If you get like this again, come to me straight away. Don’t waste time stressing or trying to endure. I’ll take care of you, Raven.”
“When, not if,” She corrected. “But that is… something of a relief to hear… Daddy.”
“Brat,” Sean chuckled.
“I do what I have to do to get your attention,” Raven freely and flatly — shamelessly — admitted.
“You’re going to be incorrigible, aren’t you?” Sean asked rhetorically, rolling his eyes.
Raven didn’t bother answering. And only partially because he suddenly shifted her positioning as he said it. She found herself still face down and ass up, but with her primed pussy pointed towards Sean. The mirror lay on her left, continuing to give her a view of the ‘happenings’ behind her, but from a new angle. Silent and seemingly unfazed, Raven rested her head on her hands and renewed her ass-waving invitation.
Sean took the invitation. And internally, Raven just about whooped in celebration. He drew his cockhead up the pressed-together seam of her inner thighs. Her slickness made the path easy and smooth. Like a fish up a waterfall, Sean’s cock reached for Raven’s heaven. It slipped over her clit with a shock, parted her petals with a pulse, and notched itself at her entrance with a whole-body quiver. Despite all of her ‘unfeeling’ composure, Raven found herself sucking a sharp breath.
The moment seemed to freeze there. Right on the verge of satisfaction. Vindication. Exultation. In the background, Raven felt Passion falling apart under Didi’s attention. Her emotions were jealous and envious. But Raven was the exterior aspect, and she’d been the one to dare. Passion would just have to suck it up and let her go first.
Already, Raven felt herself opening up to Sean. Her body was submitting instinctively. Her heart and mind already had… Anticipation didn’t so much tie a knot in her gut as it allowed her to savor every second, every moment, and instant.
Stroking hands suddenly took firm hold of her hips. Raven’s breath hitched in her throat. Sean pushed forward first. Raven was just as quick to push back to meet him. Slowly, and laborously due to its sheer size, his cock saw progress. Every inch of hard flesh and hot vein was felt… and viscerally enjoyed. Raven’s lower lips swallowed Sean whole. Stretched and filled~…
Raven didn’t flinch or twitch. She didn’t moan or whimper. She showed no outward signs of her pleasure. But it was there. Oh, was it there… Her mind was alight with popping sparkles as Sean pushed and pushed and pushed into her. It seemed like it would never end. Raven didn’t want it to.
Eventually, though, Raven’s ass pressed back against Sean’s hips. He slotted himself within her snugly, fully, perfectly. As if it were where they both belonged. He was a roaring flame in her darkest depths. She was the sheath to his sword, and could ask for nothing more. Darkness completes darkness, after all. Gothboy, King of the Goths… indulging his Grand Goth Sorcress under the observation of his Deathly Goth Queen. It was… Everything.
Raven would’ve been content to freeze the moment as it was for the rest of time. On the surface, she showed none of those thoughts. None of her lofty exaltations and dramatic metaphors. None of her core-deep pleasure, most of all. She must’ve looked bored. But Sean knew. He had to. Her usual failures of expression weren’t so much failures with him…
… It also might’ve helped that Passion was showing Raven’s pleasure through their connection. Where Raven was seemingly stoic, Passion was anything but. She was falling apart in Didi’s arms. As Sean withdrew, Passion whimpered with every stirred fold. When he slid back inside where he belonged, she shouted Raven’s pleasure to the heavens.
He set a steady pace at first. The whole of Raven’s inner world still shook with each ‘steady’ thrust. Explosions, for fireworks didn’t describe the pleasure. The only reaction Raven showed was a lidding of her eyes as her ass quaked and rippled, her quim gushed and drooled, and her hips pushed back into each thrust. Raven was fucking herself on Sean’s cock just as much as he was fucking her on it.
“Mm,” A single noise was all of the expression Raven’s failure of an exterior could muster.
“Oh, Didi~! Oh, Didi~! I’m dying a death by a thousand pleasures, a thousand thrusts~!” Passion was much more vocal, thankfully. “He’s splitting me in haaaa~AAALFFF~! Darkness~! Darkness, don’t be so cruel as to claim me now~! At least let me fin~IIISSSHH~!”
Passion squealed. Raven squirted, “MM.”
And Sean upped his pace. Now, even Raven’s eyes were fluttering. Sean was spearing her open, stretching her out, and peeling back her expressionless exterior layer by layer. It was… beautiful. Honestly beautiful as Raven felt hint after hint of emotion appear from her stoic half.
Her pussy gripped him tight, trying its best to hold hard and fast. It failed. Sean’s cock was domineering and devastating. It pushed through, pulled out, and left nirvanic chaos in its wake. As tightly as she held on, Raven’s cunt was being conquered. The pleasure was overpowering any sense she could claim to have. As it was, the beautiful and twisted metaphors that flitted through her mind were miracles — magnificent miracles of a gothic mind well on the way to being beautifully, blissfully broken.
She understood why the French called it the ‘little death’. She was dying and ascending. Both at once. The darkness was an old friend. It clung to her. Embraced her and blocked out the cruel, cruel light of the rest of the world. But now, familiar darkness came with a lifetime of repressed ecstasy. Raven died and was born again in the darkness. Her doom raised its head with black sunbursts in her mind. Not even an Incubus could’ve given her the same pleasure Sean blessed her with. And he was far from done…
Her quim, her cunt, her cunny clenched around Sean’s conquering cock. He thrust straight through her tightness and maintained that steady, solid, sanity-eroding pace, now faster to bring Raven to greater and greater heights.
The evidence of her arousal and pleasure flowed freely as if a carnal tap had been left open. Raven gushed. She squirted. She came and never stopped. Beneath her connection with Sean, a straight-up puddle was forming. It came from an all-consuming heat that pooled in her loins and burst, burst, burst forth from the depths of her very soul.
Even Raven was forced to react visibly, biting her lip and staring straight at Sean in the mirror, “MMmm… Harder. Faster. There. Right there. Yes.”
Her tone was flat. But Passion mirrored her inner chaos. Raven’s emotions cried out in ecstasy. Blissful weeping, from just the echoes. Neither of Raven’s aspects could shoulder the burden of consecutive climaxes alone. So while Raven’s stoic dignity crumbled, Passion had long since fallen apart completely, reduced to wordless moans and whimpers and muffled screams.
Behind Raven, a lithe, leanly-muscled form of silver and black thrust into her without pause or mercy. The barest hint of sweat shone on his pale, perfect skin, more aesthetic than labored. The smirk on his face told Raven she had his full attention. Sean was watching her every reaction, apparent or not. Her stoic exterior was nothing before him. And Raven reveled in being laid bare so completely, so pleasurably.
With lidded eyes, Raven couldn’t help but challenge him flatly, “… Daddy.”
Her challenge worked. It worked all too well. In a blurring instant, Raven found herself flipped and fucked back into. Her pussy didn’t the chance to process any sudden emptiness before it was full to the brim once more. Sean… Daddy mounted her, pressing her back into the bed from above. Raven’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly, staring up at him.
She didn’t think she could’ve been laid more bare. She was wrong. Now, Sean bore witness to every minute reaction of her blank face. Her steadily cracking facade… It was impossible. But actual expressions began to surface on Raven’s face.
Raven’s eyelids fluttered. She bit her lip. Her brows furrowed in pleasure and concentration. A tiny, tiny moan escaped her. The hints of a flush began to spread across her skin, from her cheeks to the top of her breasts through her fishnets.
Her breasts bounced and bounced with Sean’s thrusts. Then, bending himself over to fully engulf her with his body, Sean took one of Raven’s sensitive, pierced nipples between his lips.
Raven’s back arched off the bed. Lewd, wet slaps filled the room, her sanctum. Every thrust pulled more nirvana from her mind, her body, her heart, her soul. Raven hadn’t stopped cumming since the first orgasm. Her poor, conquered cunny still found a way to cum even harder.
“O-Oh… Oh. Oh~…” Moans fluttered from Raven’s chest.
With a grunt, Sean gripped her hips. He planted his feet firmly and lifted her ass off the bed, arched with her back. The slightly shifted position just let him fuck her that much harder… Raven felt him at her core, knocking on the door. Raven gripped the sheets of her bed, and her stoicism unraveled completely.
At the fevered pitch, Raven’s vision went slightly cross-eyed. Her lips fell open. Her tongue lolled out. A fair bit of drool escaped as well. Her cheeks burst into a brilliant blush. Overwhelmed to the point of silliness. She must’ve looked stupid. Fucked stupid. Raven couldn’t find it in herself to care.
“Mmma~AAANNNH~!” Finally, Raven exclaimed her pleasure to the heavens.
And with her breaking, Sean came. He thrust deep and grounded himself there inside her. Raven’s whole world exploded as new heat entered her core. The peaking moment seemed to stretch on and on forever. Raven hoped it would never end… Just her… and Sean… and ecstasy…
Once Raven was firmly driven to the point of pleasured shell-shock, Sean began to withdraw. Slowly. Almost painfully. He left a needy ache behind, and Raven whimpered. But she didn’t have the strength to stop him either. Sean had fucked her weak and silly and beautifully, blissfully broken.
He pulled out completely and stepped to stand at the side of the bed. Raven’s head lolled limply to follow him with her eyes. For everything, he looked the part of a carnal conqueror. Strong, shining, and with a cock that still stood solid and tall.
Weakly, Raven mustered the wherewithal to crawl to him. Immediately, she went straight for the cock that broke her. She laid the sloppy, magnificent thing on her face, uncaring of propriety or the mess. Raven nuzzled herself against that glorious cock. Lovingly. Worshipfully. At that moment, it was the only thing in her world.
“Mm, Daddy…” Raven mumbled. “It’s so heavy.”
“And rather messy,” Sean coolly noted.
“Mn,” Raven nodded. “I should clean it for my other half.”
“W-W-Wait, no-!” Passion tried to protest, stuttering even more weakly than Raven.
“Too slow, too bad,” Raven deadpanned. “Get yourself together, Nerves.”
“Hnngh~! I-I’ll show y-you-!”
Raven tuned out her Passion. More important things were right in front of her, resting on her face. Reverentially, Raven licked and lapped her way up Sean’s length. Her tongue touched every inch of hard flesh and heated skin. She licked herself and Sean off his cock without shame or hesitation. Then, reaching the tip, she couldn’t help but try to swallow it whole.
“T-Too far! My-! My turn!” Passion exclaimed, struggling over to them on all too shaky legs.
She collapsed onto her knees beside Raven, but it didn’t seem like she meant to. Raven still took advantage of her Emotions’ weakness.
“Mmm~make yourself useful. You can have the scraps.”
“S-So not fair…” Passion whimpered.
Despite her complaints, she practically launched herself forward to tend to Sean’s balls. Raven felt him throb between her lips, and hummed. At least her Passion and Nerves was good for something.
After a few moments of worship, Raven surfaced from her cock worship, “… The ritual isn’t done, spirit… Daddy… Will you complete the task we’ve called you here for?”
“Considering you didn’t even give me the chance to go soft?” Sean chuckled. “I think I’ll manage.”
“Good,” Raven nodded. “Then, I have an appointment with Mommy Death. And you have an appointment with my pesky emotions. Divide and conquer, no?”
“It’s worked so far. Don’t worry, I’ll bring your Passion to heel,” Sean smirked.
Passion’s expression flashed through a whole mess of emotions — anticipation, embarrassment, nervousness, arousal, before finally settling on a sort of resigned excitement, “O-Oh… I’m in danger.”
Raven gave Sean’s cock one last kiss on the tip, looking up at him with utter sincerity and deadpanning, “… Don’t stop until she’s even more broken than me.”
Passion cried out as if she’d been betrayed, as if she’d been stabbed a comical number of times by a comical number of people on the Ides of March, “E tu, Me?!”
Then, she was crying out in a very different way as Sean began blissfully breaking her on his cock. Satisfied, Raven turned to her second goal of the ‘ritual’. She was going to eat some Mommy Death pussy, even if it killed her.
Something Passion said earlier resurfaced in her mind. Yes — Raven nodded to herself — for Mommy and Daddy Death, it really was all worth it in the end.
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[AN: Small change of plans. I’m gonna make this the last chapter before the next vacation arc begins. I initially planned for another bar story — a short, sweet, and punchy one. But I’ve got very little inspiration for a short story like that, so I decided it’s better to skip for now. I’ll also be putting up a poll with this chapter, trying to see what you all want to see most from the ‘BatFam in RWBY’ vacay. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and thanks for all of the support as always :]
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Bonus Pics (Raven Edition)(can you tell I kinda like Raven?)
Comments
Malgorr Olgrum Grimskull
Now that I'm thinking about it, wouldn't Slade's daughter, Rose Wilson, also make a great bar patron member? Imagine Cass, Rebecca, and Rose interacting with each, lol. Three little sociopathic murder machines teaming up together for a night of "fun", each trying to prove that they're the best at what they do. How would Slade feel about his daughter lusting after Sean? Amusement? Pity? Hopeful that Rose will continue the Wilson bloodline with strong babies? Or maybe he secretly wants grandkids to spoil with war stories and swords 😂
CkLance
✋️😳🤚
Handyandy
Hell yeah brothers and sisters we're eating good
