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Raven's Roaming: Greco Rae	By : DecieverGod Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 19345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The starts twinkled in the night sky far above her, the roof was gone, Titans Tower was gone. Damp soil and cool earth crunched beneath her feet, and utter darkness welled up around. The island was gone, the city was gone. Crickets chirped from their havens in the tall grass surrounding her. Everything was gone.

The utter lack of her home made the grey girl twitch. She slowly turned her head to find that, yes just as she thought, the gate was gone. With a slow shaky inhale Raven turned back to the darkness and wished in that moment that her powers could light things rather than darken. She was almost afraid to move, despite the natural sounds she couldn’t really see where she was going, and so after about five minutes of standing there she began to walk slowly, taking cautious steps as she tried to think what the she was going to do now. “Well… Fuck.”

The night was dark, very dark. It was the sort of dark that felt out of place in the twentieth century. It was the kind of dark that spoke of an age before electricity, before satellites and motor cars, before asphalt roads and concrete buildings. It was the kind of dark which felt perfectly at home where it was, hovering over a dark field, lit only by the crescent moon where the crickets chirped the owls hooted and the wolves howled.

Raven let out a heavy breath, pleased as she was beginning to make out her hands and feet in the darkness, of course she still couldn’t see exactly where she was going, and even if she could she wouldn’t know where she was going. It was a lot like swimming at night, a surreal feeling of displacement and nervousness washed over her lithe frame as she began to stride through the night. It was a surprise how warm it felt, true the garage was warmer and the sudden change of setting from indoors to outside had been a bit of a shock, but she wasn’t at all cold even with her minimalist outfit.

It wasn’t long before her eyes began to adjust to the surroundings, and Raven found herself stepping around rocks and bushes she would’ve otherwise toppled over had she not taken the time for them to do just that. The grey girl moved with increasing confidence, making her way toward what appeared to be a forest. She needed to discover where she was, but only the gate and the gods knew that at this point.

The trees she assumed to make up a forest had tall expansive branches. The taller ones may have made a good look out, if you could reach the top, while the more expansive ones blocked out what little light the waxing moon provided. She made her way into the trees, even with their roots and leaves there were still a number of rocks littering the ground and one caught her foot, knocking her to the ground and fouling her front with muck and mud. She stood and groaned to herself leaning against the trunk of a tree as she did her best to clean her knees and chin, muttering curses. She couldn’t continue like this, blindly groping in the dark would only manage to make things worse. Raven took a deep breath and examined her surroundings; beyond the woods was an empty plain, grasses lightly moved by the breeze and no sign of anything like a civilization. The wood itself was dark, near impossible to see more than a few yards into, but at least it would provide shelter from whatever beasts might lurk in this place, and better to head into the unknown than wander that which you know to be empty.

So again the dark girl took a deep breath and began her way through the equally dark wood. This time with a measure more caution, feeling for rocks or roots in her path before stepping forward and as she made her way through the shadows her eyes again adjusted and after what seemed like hours the sound of water came to her ears.

A slight dip became steeper and steeper, as the noise of the water grew louder and louder, until finally the dense trees gave why into what could only accurately be described as a wonder of nature. A waterfall only a few feet tall, but clear and clean, slipped it way from atop a dark stone cliff, mossy and verdant. The water caught the moon’s light and scattered it all around the clearing. The trees opened and a small rivulet went slithering off down the hill.

Raven was stunned by the light for a moment, but the tender moonlight yield to her eyes and she made her way toward the pristine water with a sort of strange affection. It was as though the water were the most beautiful thing she could, and the dark girl took cautious steps toward the gently roaring waterfall. She could feel the muck and soil of her fall seeping through her robe and leotard, her arms were muddy her legs were filthy and as she placed her small pale hands into the pure clean water, Raven bit her lip watching it wash the dirt away with ease.

It wasn’t the answer to being lost, but it was a god send none the less. The air was warm, the water was cool and she was filthy. So with a quick glance around the deserted clearing, she began the work of peeling off her soiled leotard, intent on cleaning it, and then herself. Wherever she was, there was no law that said she had to be lost, and covered in mud.

But all appearances to the side, this crystal clearing was not as solitary as it had appeared. A loan figure stalked the night, not something as pedestrian or common as an animal or wolf, but neither were it something so refined as a man. A hero of old stalked this night, moving with more silence than any lesser beast could ever manage.

Raven tugged the skin tight material of her vestment down over her legs and kicked it up to her hands, dipping it into the water, the latex material washed clean with ease, and then with a triumphant sigh, she cast off her robe and slipped herself into the cool water. She hissed and tensed, her smooth back arching out as she curved forward, gritting her teeth as a wave of goose bumps came and went. The dark girl tilted her head back and slid into the waterfall, letting the current slick her hair back and wash the grime away from head to toe.

The silent figure flowed from the shadows and noiselessly slipped into the waters further downstream. It was revealed for just a moment, caught in the moon light for half an instant. It was an embodiment of the times. A great man, his body while racked from hunger still held enough muscle to shame any modern man. His skin a gentle auburn, he we well tanned by the sun and by his blood, and his eyes, though his features spoke of an ageless day, his eyes were cold, sharp and somehow, animalistic.

The nude girl cooed softly as the water showered down across her. She held her leotard and tiled her head to inspect it. It would need time to dry but nature could serve for that later. A sudden wave of unease settled over her, and she reached a figure to curl through her violet locks, at first a gentle look around, and then to gently tug through the tangles she had acquired. She had no clue she was no longer alone as she hummed a quiet tune to herself.

The man, as testament to his mastery of stealth, slid silently through the water, edging closer to the girl with equal parts patience, and hunger. His pace was slow, burdened by his stealth, but with each moment that passed, and each bar the young girl hummed, he grew closer. His face was caught in the moon light, but he wore a ragged cloth as a simple mask.

The dark teen slid her hands from her hair to the back of her neck, sighing lightly she arched her back and stretched her lissome body. Goosebumps once again graced her pale skin, the unsettling sensation returning with them, this time more aggressive than before. Raven gave a mew of discomfort and slight shiver as she shifted from sitting beneath the tide of cool water, to kneeling.

But it was with that motion that her assailant struck. The midnight stalker leapt from half hidden beneath the pool, and pounced upon her. A single massive and wrapped itself around her throat, and the full weight of his body was pressed down against her, forcing her up against the underside of the falls. “Permoveo quod ego iuguolo vos!” He spoke in some odd accent, his words while threatening at the same time felt unspeakably old.

Raven startled as her body was raised from her knees and forced against the cliff wall. She almost cried out, but the hand across her throat stilled her. She didn’t know what the man had said but she knew the intention of it. She let a soft growl and tried to twist her body away from his. “Wh-what the hell…. L-let me go.” She dug her fingers into the wet rock that she was so inelegantly pressed against. “O-ouch, you’re… h-hurting me.”

“Lustus habitum etiam quod is ero super velox.” The man adjusted his grip, insuring control over her before moving to more firmly press against her. He wasn’t wearing anything beyond the scrap that covered his moth, and a firm manhood pressed itself against the young girl’s supple rear.

The dark girl quietly cried out as he pressed himself against her. Raven tensed and did her best to move away from him without really struggling, she could already feel a bruise develop from his brutish touch. She shook her head and started pushing back against the stone face, trying to get him off without hurting him. She had no idea what was happening, she hadn’t even seen his face, and she had no real proof he was even human, or that that thing pressing against her voluptuous backside was really what she thought it was.

“Exsisto quietis!” He seemed to be getting angrier, but his attention was soon drawn away as he tactfully used his legs to spread hers apart, slipping one foot over hers to push it aside, and then repeating the treatment to the other. His hand around the back of her throat forced her down.

Raven gave a yelp and shivered, her entire body shaking as he spread her legs apart. Despite the fact that it did hurt, the only complaint she had was that she didn’t really know what he was, though some of that may have been the panic speaking. She stopped trying to fight, hoping that that would ease him up a little, the dark girl was starting to see spots and blamed the grip on her neck. “L-let go… I… I… please…” She was a little horse and it hurt to speak.

He ignored her pleas, and though his grip did lighten, it was only half because she’d stopped resisting. The other half because, with one quick swift motion, he thrust himself deep into her, not holding a care at all about her comfort he pushed himself deep inside her folds.

Her eyes shot open and she let out a very loud yowl. Her body tensed and she shook around him. The man began to move and she replied by howling and snapping her teeth. Her back arched just to accommodate him, her body squeezing and milking him as the throbbing in her nethers flared to life almost instantly. “Pull out! Pull out!”

Again he ignored her, apparently concerned only with himself, or perhaps more innocently he simply couldn’t understand her. Either way it made little difference as the man continued to pump himself in and out of the young grey girl, one hand firmly wrapped around the back of her neck, the other resting gently across the curve of her rear.

Raven cried out in obvious distress, her hips rocking up and down in a weak attempt to dislodge him as the unknown man behind her pumped himself into her without mercy. Her hands clawed against the rock as she coughed and huffed, her sensitive frame assaulted by the stronger human. “P-pull… out…” She felt like she was going to tear, her neathers ached horribly as he plunged his shaft in and out, even as her body began to slick.

He didn’t stop, nor did he remove himself, he did lighten his pace. Now that she was clear who was in charge he relaxed a little, his hand stayed around her neck just to remind her, but his pace was becoming, warmer… more cordial. No longer was he raping her, now he was just having sex with her without her consent.

Still she wasn’t exactly happy with the situation. The dower girl turned her head back, her breath catching in her throat as tears began to form at the edges of her eyes. He caught her breath as he slowed down, unhooking her fingers from the rock as her insides sealed around him each time he pushed himself back into her soft pink core. “P-pull out… y-you’re hurting me…”

“Quietis nymph.” He didn’t yield, and gave her a hard forward thrust before returning to his simpler pace. He pulled himself completely free once, but only to drive himself back in from tip to stem, the cold water of the falls washing over them as he continued to drive himself in and out her slowly.

Raven growled softly arching her back a bit more as the particularly rough thrust rubbed over a very nice spot inside of her. “Y-you… quiestis.” She was starting to get the hang of the language, and though there was an easier solution to the translation problem, she wasn’t exactly in a position to think up a spell, let alone to concentrate enough to cast it. And though she had nothing but contempt for the man behind her, she couldn’t help but feel that he was moving in a deliciously perfect way, she’d never be able to concentrate with him rocking into her the way he was.

And as he was he continued to be. The shadowed man continued his simple vigorous pace, thrusting in and out of her as roughly as he pleased. He wasn’t speaking much, as might’ve been assumed from his role, but even as he pumped in and out of her you could tell that he was an intelligent, albeit violent man. The sort of person who while comfortable on the battlefield, could probably be much more deadly behind it, and yet he didn’t appear to be over twenty.

The grey teen gave a particularly distressed growled as she arched her hips up just a little more just to try and adjust herself, but her insides squeezed and more of her sweet nectar flowed onto him. She was trying to think, but her head was getting fuzzy, and the heat slowly spreading crawling up her spine dulled her brain. And with complete disregard to his effect on her, her anonymous lover continued pumping in and out of the nubile young hero. He was not a talented lover, but neither was he ignorant. With each of his thrusts he drilled himself deeper into her, holding a hand firmly around the back of her neck while using the other to generously feel up her tender buttocks.

Raven’s backside would wriggle back into him each time he would cram his manhood back into her tight, deep folds. She let out yips and mewls of displeasure each time, her head tilting back as she began breathing a bit harder as the heat began to spark up into little shocks of pleasure, a small trail of saliva making its way slowly down the crest of her chin. “N-nuu y-you be-better… n-p-pull out.”

Again the man ignored her. He didn’t seem to understand her but that didn’t mean he would’ve listened even if he did. He simply seemed concerned with pushing as much of himself into her lithe little body as he could with each and every one of his thrusts. Her nethers clamped down around him and Raven let out a small bark as she began to shake. Her body seeped sweet smelling fluids from her sex, her hips wildly bucking back into his of their own accord.

She snapped her teeth together, loudly gnashing them as she rode out her orgasm, appreciating the constant pace that the mysterious man administered. Even with her orgasming around him, he remained ridged. A hard thrust followed its twin again and again, the only difference between them was perhaps that they grew rougher as the writhed and wriggled around him. He did however show some appreciation of her climaxing across his rod, relaxing his grip on her neck and moving his second hand to her shoulder, getting a better grip for a harder pace.

The small girl continued t buck and grind herself back into him, her body tensing and relaxing in wave after wave of mind numbing heat swirling up from her gut. The sensation overwhelmed her, and caused her body to tighten more, just so that all the soft spots he had been rubbing over would get more of the same treatment. Raven shook her head back and forth trying to clear her mind. She needed to get away from this freaking sex machine of a man before he did anything else to her.

Of course with all her twisting and writhing, he was not unsatisfied. His thrusting began to grow more vigorous, his grip upon her shoulder and neck grew tighter and his shaft began to throb within her, before starting to shot hot strands of sticky seed deep into her young vulnerable core.

Raven yelped and began writhing more violently, trying her best to dislodge the ejaculating male from inside her. She did Not need to get pregnant in this time period! The grey teen snarled back at him and reached back to try and pry his fingers off her, but his grip around her throat and upon her shoulders tightened as he buried himself as deep inside her as his length could reach. It spat hot globs of white seed again and again, filling the young girl to her brim before, exhausted but not tired the man removed himself from her, and whipped himself clean on her thigh.

Her backend slumped down as he pulled free of her, and Raven snarled louder doing her best to shift her rear away from him as he cleaned himself off on her. She started to fight back as best she could, but even in her own time she was not what anyone would call physically intimidating or strong. Still she did her best to get away from him, or at least clean herself off as best she could. Neither of which he seemed particularly willing to allow. In fact after a moment’s breather, during which he held fast to her neck and shoulder, the nude man lifted her from the ground, throwing her casually over his shoulder and carrying her away as such.
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