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Slut-Raven	By : Crocface Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > General Views: 53928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Right, here’s chapter two. Took a while, but it was, hopefully, worth the wait. Odin: This isn’t just hetero, as you will see. There’s all kinds of nonsense in this. Hopefully, you will enjoy it anyway. Also, you are quite right about it being comedy/tragedy; I just derped it, I guess.

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There was a moment of silence as the two Ravens stared at each other, various..... liquids sliding off the nude empath’s body to soak into the sheets of the bed. The clothed Raven might have been concerned about that had there not been far more pressing issues at hand.

“......This is awkward.” The alternate Raven observed neutrally, leaning her forearms on her knees in such a way that she completely failed to cover herself in the slightest. Portal Raven did her best to avert her eyes and preserve her double’s non-existent modesty. “So, am I dreaming? Or is this just another wacky day in the life of, uh, us?” All told, the naked girl was taking the situation quite well. Better than Raven would have taken appearing in her birthday suit before her twin, anyway.

“Day in the life.” Raven gave up altogether on looking in the direction of the shameless her, a rather embarrassing blush lighting her cheeks. Even if they were identical, it still felt..... odd to hold a conversation when one party was on full display, nevermind what said party had been doing very, very recently. “Didn’t mean to, uh, interrupt things, but.....”

“Don’t worry about it.” Her counterpart obligingly waved the apology off with one hand. “They were only a mediocre lay anyway. Let me go out on a limb here and take a guess: Magic spell gone awry, or powers flared out of control.”

“A bit from both columns, actually.” Raven admitted. “I was trying to communicate with Ravens from other dimensions, you in this case, and it looks like you got pulled to my dimension somehow.”

“Figures.” She could vaguely make out her alternate’s nod from the corner of her eye. It was somewhat refreshing to talk with someone who could roll with unbelievable situations as well as she could. “It’s always a power thing or a spell thing. The dimension stuff is new, though.”

“I was a bit surprised my-” Raven made the mistake of glancing back at the naked girl. “.... Why don’t I grab you, ah, “She paused for less than a second, mentally backspacing. “Get you something to wear?” The other Raven blinked at her, then shrugged.

“I’m fine, thanks.” The nude empath drawled, leaning back on her elbows. With Raven sitting on the floor and her doppelganger on the bed, this made the view even more awkward and inappropriate than before, especially when the lounging girl spread her legs slightly farther apart. “I guess this means you don’t know how to send me back?”

“I can make some obvious suggestions.” Raven allowed a slight bit of sarcasm into her voice, keeping her gaze locked firmly away from her alternate self. If she wanted a close-up of her own crotch, she’d use a mirror, not a mirror Raven. “Beyond those, we’ll just have to improvise.”

“Right.” The Raven on the bed sighed evenly. “Meditation to the rescue.” Raven wondered if the other girl was joking, then felt a brief sting of pity for the other Titans; if her delivery was anything like her double’s, then it was no wonder that her (rather sarcastic) jokes were often met with confusion. She heard a movement on the bed, then silence. She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing, allowing herself to begin to slip into a meditative trance. With any luck, she’d be able to help the other Raven along on her way.

Just as she fully entered the trance, she became aware of the wet schlicking sounds and quiet moaning of the other empath.

When she had been in the other universe, Raven had been unable to feel the emotions of the denizens of that plane. It was a strange quirk of her powers, she supposed, that caused this to be so, limiting the senses of her soul-self to eyes and ears only when she was no longer in the same universe as her body. Perhaps, as the metaphysical distance increased, so too would her senses decrease in proportion. A fading of her soul’s signal strength, as it were. Or, maybe she was totally off base with that notion and it was something else entirely, such as a mere lack of practice, that cut off her empathic abilities in the other plane. Whatever the case, that restriction was no longer present here on her home turf, and she was completely unprepared for what happened when she reflexively extended her senses upon entering her trance.

Being empathic, Raven did not just know what other people’s emotions were. She felt what their emotions were. Not in the same way as she felt her own, and certainly not as intensely, but she felt them. Robin and Starfire’s affection for each other, Cyborg’s pride when he worked on the T-Car (and it was capital T, dash, capital C. Woe unto all who thought lowercase was acceptable) or won a videogame, and Beastboy’s constant happy-sad-curious-annoyed-morose-amused roller coaster all caused her to experience the same emotions herself. Of course, this extended to those outside of her team as well. She felt the feelings of the terrified and grateful civilians, the frustration and anger of police pitted against supervillains, and the smug superiority of said villains, too. And now, she realized, as a wall of lust and pleasure hit her like an amourous ton of bricks, the other Raven was no longer out of her empathic reach.

The sudden heat in her chest, she could easily deal with. The pounding of her heart and breathlessness were things she faced on a regular basis in battle and training. The tingling she felt down below was, well, not quite alien, but foreign enough to take a bit more concentration to block out. The fog of warm buzzing in her head was a bigger obstacle, but still nothing beyond her self-control. No, what really got her was not any one of these things. It was the feedback loop. It may have been because they were both empaths, or because they were both Ravens. Either way, Raven felt what her doppelganger felt, who felt what she felt, who felt what the other felt, who felt what she felt, and so on ad infinitum. The normal feelings were manageable, but this was no longer true when they were being multiplied by several magnitudes.

Her entire body (at least, she thought it was her body) was the center of an inferno, sweat running down her arms and legs. Her breath came in halting gasps and shaking moans. Her heart was practically exploding behind her ribcage, sending a deep thrum throughout her body with each beat. She could feel a dozen fingers probing and prodding caressing her skin, slipping under her leotard and urgently pressing into her. Her mind swirled in a haze of thick, incensed lust and a desperate need for something she couldn’t quite define. The other Raven was there with her, shaking and shivering and crying out just as she was, though with a familiarity to the sensations that Raven did not possess. Briefly, she realized that they were both having what her books would call an orgasm.

The connection lasted only a moment, the feelings far too intense for her to maintain her trance, and Raven found herself back in her body. It seemed she had moved during her attempted meditation, as she was now sitting by the edge of the bed, her alternate self’s legs on either side of her. Her face was mere inches from the other Raven’s pu-..... ahem, vagina, the nude empath’s fingers squelching in and out rapidly as her body undulated and shook. The thought of looking away crossed Raven’s mind, and she did so. Sort of. She did look away from the pumping fingers and shimmering wetness, but only managed to fix her sight just above it, her attention focused on the tiny nub that her double was being careful not to touch. It struck her as odd, that small button of flesh, especially the way the other Raven was avoiding it. Raven’s past self-examinations (purely for medical reasons, of course) had not been especially thorough in that area, and so she had never noticed she had bit of flesh like that.

She looked away, finally, her eyes trailing down to find her hand clutching the bed covers, which were quite drenched in her double’s..... secretions. Perhaps a touch dumbstruck, she released her grip and turned her hand to stare at her palm and fingers, the glimmering liquid there catching her eye. Not fully aware of her own motions, her hand came up to her face, her fingers passing just under her nose. She sniffed, and was nearly overwhelmed by the not-quite-her-own musk that filled her head. Dizziness made her sway slightly, and her head dropped instinctively into her hand. After a long moment, she slowly realized her face was now wet, though her slowed mind wasn’t quite up to putting the pieces together just yet. She looked from her hand, to the bed, and then back. She felt the liquid running down her cheek and neck, soaking into the collar of her leotard. She looked down, and noticed that wasn’t the only wet spot she had. The area between her legs was sopping wet, excess liquid quickly accumulating and dripping to the floor. When had that happened?

“Whoa-ho-ho......” Her alternate sat up, fingers still slowly sliding around between her legs. “Talk about a mind-fuck.” She blinked at the empty space before her for a few moments, before looking down and meeting Raven’s eyes. “We’ve gotta try that again.”

“Y-yeah.... no. No.” Raven shook her head, pulling her cloak shut around her as she pushed herself to her feet and put some space between herself and her other self. “No.” She repeated, more firmly, some of the dullness that had seeped into her brain bleeding out. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Not the intended result, I admit.” The nude Raven grinned slightly. “But worth trying again, don’t you think?” She paused, lifting one hand to stare at the thick, clear liquid that dripped from her fingers. “I haven’t cum like that in ages.”

“That’s....” Raven watched the string of juices slowly extend down, then break off in a small globs to spatter onto her twin’s bare skin. “That’s not the,” She swallowed, looking away. “Point. We need to find you a way home.”

“Oh, come on.” The naked girl waved her concerns away, her breasts swinging with the motion in a way that made Raven’s mouth water. She wasn’t sure why. “It’s not like they can’t hold the fort without me for a little while back home They won’t even miss me; certainly wouldn’t be the first time I accidentally teleported halfway around the planet on orgasm.”

“How does that eve... No, nevermind.” Raven turned her back fully on her other self, trying to push down the fluttering in her stomach. “We need to get you back to your own dimension.”

“We will.” The other Raven slipped up behind her, her bare breasts pressing into her back as her hands came up to reach around to the clasp of her cloak. “But there’s no reason to rush. We need to get used to feeling each other’s emotions before we try anything.... strenuous.”

“W-we.....” Raven’s voice shook as her hands did. She dared not move, allowing the other Raven to release the clasp and pull her cloak away. With only the thin leotard between them, she could feel her double’s hard nipples rubbing up and down against her. “We can’t....”

“Why not?” The alternate Raven breathed in her ear, her hands slowly roaming from her shoulders to her chest. Raven gasped as her twin cupped one of her breasts and began to knead it.

“It.....hah..... I just....” Try as she might, Raven found herself unable to come up with a valid argument.

“Hey, who doesn’t play with themselves every now and then?” The nude empath pulled Raven closer, her free hand drifting down past Raven’s navel. “Besides, not to be narcissistic,” She suddenly grabbed a handful of Raven’s leotard and tugged upwards, pulling the material tightly between Raven’s lower lips. “But you’ve got a body that just screams ‘Fuck Me’!”

By the time Raven recovered from the spike of pleasure between her legs, she found herself moaning into her other self’s mouth. The other empath was obviously used to taking the lead as she pulled off Raven’s soaked leotard pinned her to the wall with her body, her knee raising up to grind against Raven’s bared sex.

“Mmm...w-wait...” Raven protested weakly, despite the way her hands were exploring her double’s sides and stomach.

“Something wrong?” The alternate empath failed to even slow her ministrations, her hand trailing up to press ever so lightly on a small spot on Raven’s back, just below her shoulder-blades. Raven barely managed to keep herself upright at this, her eyes fluttering closed with a low moan. “Yeah, you’re definitely me.” She paused, shuddering with delight. “Ooh, I felt you feeling that......”

“Please....” Raven kept her eyes closed, both to try and focus on suppressing the emotions and sensations she was feeling and to keep from ogling her nude twin. Even just thinking about the shine of sweat on her grey skin and the curve of her hips and the unashamed hunger in her eyes...... Raven shook her head. “I-I can’t.....”

“Oh.” The other Raven halted her assault abruptly, surprise colouring her tone. “I guess we had to have some differences.” Raven breathed a small sigh of relief, and began to shore her defenses back up. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted. Her eyes flew open, and she found herself being settled onto her bed by a sphere of black energy. “Still, I guess I can understand; I always cum harder with something long and thick in me.”

“What?!” Raven pushed herself up to a sitting position, suddenly taking note of her state of undress. She did what she could to cover herself as her doppelganger flopped down next to her and started searching under her pillows.

“There’s no need to sound so shocked.” The shameless Raven remarked, her tush waving back and forth through the air as she rummaged about. “My Starfire can’t be satisfied unless she swallows about a pint of jizz, so it’s not like I’ve never had to work around a fetish.” She paused as she ran out of pillows to search under. “Where do you keep your dildoes?”

“I....” Raven blinked, her face burning with a blush. (Why it only appeared now, she was not in a state to guess) “I don’t have any.”

“Oh.” The other Raven blinked right back at her. “Vibes?” Raven shook her head. “Strap-ons?” Again, Raven shook her head. “Seriously? You have no sex-toys?”

“No!”

“Wow, ok.” The other empath looked a bit stunned. “I guess you have one of the guys come and help you out whenever you need it, then?”

“A-absolutely not.” Raven avoided meeting her double’s eyes. “I don’t do that sort of thing.”

“W-what?!” A disbelieving chuckle escaped the other Raven’s throat. “Never?” Raven answered with silence. “Whoa. You really are from another dimension.”

“Technically, you’re the one from another dimension.”

“.......yeah.” The alternate Raven deflated, her face twisted in a tangle of confusion, disbelief, and a hint of disgust as she tried to wrap her head around the idea of a her who didn’t have sex. “How does that even work? Do you just not like it somehow, or.....?”

“I didn’t say that.....” Raven turned away, desperately wishing she had her hood handy. “It’s just not something I do.....”

“Why not?”

“Well.....” For the life of her, Raven could not come up with a suitable answer. She knew there had to be something, some reason she had remained celibate all her life, but it eluded her in the face of, well, herself.

“I’m just trying to understand.” The other Raven crawled over to her, one hand going to Raven’s shoulder and the other gently pushing her chin to face her. The alternate empath’s eyes held both confusion and concern. “I was always so alone before the Titans taught me how to express myself physically when I couldn’t emotionally.” The hand at Raven’s chin rose to cup her cheek. “How can you endure it, forcing yourself to be so distant?”

“I....” Raven’s monotone trembled. “I’m not distant.” She insisted. “I care about my friends.”

“I know you do. I know you do.” Her twin smiled slightly. “You love them, more than you’ve ever loved anyone or anything. And I know how much it kills you to have to stay away.” The smile dropped, and the alternate Raven leaned in, the tip of her nose brushing Raven’s. “You alienate yourself for their safety...... You’re dying of loneliness, just like I was. I can’t let you do that to yourself.”

“...” Raven wanted to fight, to deny what the other her was saying, but there was an undeniable ring of truth to her words. And, the closer the other Raven got, the more her resistance slipped away.

“You don’t have to be alone.” The other empath whispered, just before Raven found a set of lips identical to her own pressing against hers. Something, some tightly-wound ball of tension within her, loosened. She found herself pressing back.

There were no more words as Raven felt herself tipping backwards. She laid out on the bed, her doppelganger following after without breaking the contact of their lips. The more experienced Raven was gentle this time, running her hands through Raven’s hair and softly caressing her arms and shoulders. Raven closed her eyes, this time to enjoy the sensations rather than to block them out. They were new to her, the first steps into an unknown frontier. The analytical side of her tried to catalogue and understand each stroke of skin against skin, each trigger of her nerves, but distraction was too frequent and welcomed for her to store away any information for later. Perhaps she would learn with more practice.

If nothing else, she was certainly in the hands of a capable teacher. The other Raven knew just where to touch and press to set a warm glow spreading through her, sparking on each point of contact. Raven didn’t bother trying to stop herself from moaning aloud as her double painted a trail of light kisses down her jawline and neck, pausing there at the nape to growl into her skin. The vibration sent a shiver through Raven, and she found her arms wrapping around the other empath to pull her in tightly. Her twin let out a small, cooing chuckle at this, her hair brushing against Raven’s cheek.

“See?” The dominant Raven purred, her breath hot against Raven’s throat. “Just feel what you’ve been holding yourself back from.....” Her hand came up to settle just between Raven’s breasts, feeling her heartbeat. Raven instinctively tried to slow down her pulse, to hide the physical signs of her emotional state, but her efforts were thwarted and forgotten as her doppelganger’s fingers slid over to ghost across her nipple. Had she been in the mind for it, she might have been surprised at how soft the other her’s fingertips were. Years of book and magic and incense and oils had given them her a firm, silken touch.

The experienced empath slowly escalated her attentions, encouraged by Raven’s moans and sighs. Her hand opened fully and cupped Raven’s breast in earnest, working the flesh in small circles. She straddled one of Raven’s legs, pressing her dripping box into Raven’s thigh and bringing her knee back up between the bottom girl’s legs. Her free hand slipped behind Raven’s head and lifted, raising her up to properly claim her mouth. It took a bit of prodding and demonstration, but Raven learned quickly and their tongues were soon wrestling against each other fiercely.

“You’re a natural.” The top Raven panted when they broke the kiss for air, her eyes gleaming wickedly. “I’ll make a proper slut out of you yet.” Raven mentally recoiled from the word, but her body only burned more brightly for it. She didn’t want to be a slut, some two dollar whore giving out rides to strangers in a dirty alleyway. She was an intellectual, a self-respecting heroine! At the same time, however, she ached to feel lips against her own again, to feed the sensations building throughout her body. The idea of giving in to her urges, just once, and fully indulging herself in her own feelings for a change....... it held an appeal she could not deny. Her mind flashed back to the scene she had witnessed in the alternate Tower. Herself, surrounded and filled and absolutely contented with it, happy even. Some part of her wanted that.

She was distracted from her musings once more as the alternate Raven began to writhe against her, diving in for another kiss. Their breasts, slippery with sweat, rolled against and over each other, hard nipples making points of electric focus and leaving trails of tingling skin. Raven could feel the heat and wetness of her other self’s pussy grinding against her thigh, lines of warmth seeping down over her flesh. Her own box was being prodded ever more forcefully, the alternate empath’s hand joining her knee in rubbing and fondling between Raven’s legs. Raven found herself swept up in the feelings, too overwhelmed to do anything more than lie there and let them fill her senses. The dominant Raven didn’t seem to mind the lack of reciprocation, at least, eagerly working hard enough for the both of them.

Then she found Raven’s clit.

Knowing how sensitive her own was, the alternate empath was not surprised when a mere flick made Raven arch her back and grip her sheets with a wordless gasp, forcing their bodies together as she bucked upwards. The experienced Raven took this opportunity to slide a finger, wet with Raven’s juices, into the reeling girl’s quivering tunnel. It was tight, moreso than the top girl had expected; she could barely work her index finger in past the second joint. Beneath her, Raven struggled to catch her breath.

“Shhhh......” The alternate Raven whispered, slowly inching her finger back and forth. “Just relax.... Let me in.....”

“Wait....” Raven panted, reaching down to stop her twin’s hand. “N-not there. I was....” She paused, embarrassed, and looked away. “I was saving myself for.....”

“Oh. Oh.” The finger slipped out of Raven smoothly. “Of course. I saved my first time there for him, too.” Before Raven could protest that there was no ‘him’, her double gently captured her lips in a brief kiss. “Don’t worry, I know plenty of ways we can have fun without even touching it.” Her eyes flashed white with power.

“What are you-” Raven stopped short in surprise as a host of black tentacles erupted from the surface of the bed, surrounding them. Some had long tendrils, or suction cups, or strange tongue-like extensions. Some had knobs and bumps, or ridges and bulging sides, or rather obscenely-shaped heads. They were, all of them, dripping with slime and intent on the two Ravens. “Oh.”

Raven wasn’t quite sure what happened next in the flurry of slick appendages, but she soon found herself suspended in the air, held aloft by several tentacles around each of her limbs. The slime they were quickly coating her with was warm and left her skin tingling where it touched. The tentacles were not much for waiting, it seemed, as a pair of squid-like ones had already set themselves to the task of massaging her breasts thoroughly while a third, male-headed one wriggled against her neck and cheek. A few of the tongued appendages began licking their way up her legs and down her arms, their strange texture rough and smooth at once. Raven moaned and writhed in the air, her eyes closing themselves as tendrils began to manipulate her nipples. Her mind let go of the image of the tentacles, and slowly began to replace them with impressions of gloved fingers and hands and mouths with pointed fangs.

“Mmm, there we go.” Raven’s eyes opened again, the illusion drifting away, at the voice. The other her was in a similar predicament. Similar, though not identical. She had at least twice as many tentacles attending to her as Raven did, with less than half the gentleness. Thick lengths with fat fingers pulled and pushed and mauled the other Raven’s breasts, whip-thin vines twisting around her areolae and nipples. She growled passionately as a tentacle with a head nearly the size of her fist forced its way inside of her and began pumping so hard that her entire body bounced up and down in the air. Another of the same kind pushed against her lips, and she gladly let it in to ravage her throat.

Raven could only gape at the display before her, too intent on it to even notice the way she was licking the tentacle by her mouth. The other girl, identical to her, being violated and stretched and loving it..... It was like a vision of a possible future. The thought and sight consumed her, and her hips bucked against the empty air in time with her double’s pounding. She had to, needed to feel what she was feeling. Raven opened her mind, stretching out her empathic senses.

She was instantly overloaded with the force of the feedback. The feeling was almost indescribable, hours and hours of pleasure and excitement and lust compressed into a single moment. She could feel the fullness of a dozen tentacles filling her, blocking out all sensations in her legs. They were pumping and thrusting and twisting and wriggling in her, scraping against every spot inside her at once. A ball of pure heat and emotion exploded outwards from her core, forcing its way through her sides and stomach and spine and the tendons in her shoulders and out her throat and mouth, pushing through each and every pore in her skin.

Then, there was nothing.

“Whoa, I think you might have overdone it there.” When Raven came back to herself, then tentacles were gone and she was lying on her bed in a puddle of her own cum, trembling. Her legs were still numb, and traces of the heat still lingered in her stomach and chest. The other Raven was leaning over her, amusement tugging at her mouth.

“H-holy fuck......” Raven shivered.

“What? Oh, no.” The alternate empath grinned slightly. “That was just foreplay. The real fucking begins now.”
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