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Mating Rituals	By : cross64 Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 49719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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SUMMARY: Chapter III. Raven sees the opportunity to be totally honest with her feelings and show Robin just how much she cares about him. You know what they say about girls who keep their emotions bottled up for too long. (Robin/Raven by request)
M/F, Minor, Fet (Grinding, Foot/Stocking, Tit-Fucking, Facial).
The characters are the same age as they are in the show. I’m assuming that makes them minors.
Lemon scene starts at the ‘-- // --’ divider.
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Raven’s room was always dark and foreboding, and a sanctuary that protected her from the outside world, and the outside world from her. She never let anyone inside if she could help it. Today, she was letting Robin enter her most private dwelling to drink tea and talk in peace. It seemed a very simple event, but for Raven it was a big step in opening up to him. By the end of the day, she hoped he understood just how much she cared about him. For the longest time, they’d been like brother and sister. Today, that would change.
Robin was still riled up from what happened in the lab between the two of them. He saw her in a skirt for the first time, and with equal incredibility saw her panties, which hugged her feminine contour so nicely that he could make out her most private treasure through the fabric. They met in a further compromising position against the wall, such that he found himself pushing his hardness against her and getting away with it. Had he not been the warrior he was, he surely would have embarrassed himself and left a soggy impression on her backside, even with his uniform still covering his erection.
Now, they were alone in Raven’s room, drinking herbal tea, she on the bed and him on the chair by her dresser. Nothing was said for the first few minutes. Both had the same thing on their mind, the feelings inside them brought out by their close contact from before, and the shame they felt for feeling that way about someone as dear to them as the other. Neither could admit how hot they felt, so both did their best to hide it. The tension was growing unbearable.
“So uh…” Robin started, putting his cup aside. “What’s on your mind?”
Raven had a stoic poker face as always. “I was thinking about how long we’ve known each other. Only a year or two, really.”
“It feels like it’s much longer.”
She smirked. He knew her thoughts before she expressed them. “Yeah. Most of the time, you were the one taking care of me, making sure I didn’t get hurt, or hurt anyone else.” She allowed herself a moment of pity. “You took care of me even when I kicked and screamed.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” Robin remembered. “You’ve always been strong. I learned a lot from you.”
Raven sipped her beverage, careful not to smile. “…Thanks.”
“Is that it, then?” he mused. “You just feeling nostalgic?”
“…No. It’s just… things’ll be so different, now that I’m no longer carrying my father’s evil. I don’t have to worry about hiding things from my friends. I can be exactly who I want to be. I can say the things I want to say and not worry about what happens because of it.”
Robin was honestly happy for her. “You’ve earned it.”
Raven gulped, though it wasn’t tea she was trying to force down. She took a subtle breath to calm herself, and looked on the same way she looked at every other challenge - stern, cold, but attentive.
“I love you.”
Robin’s black-rimmed, white-covered eyes widened ever so slowly. He was so stunned that his reply came out so plainly. “…What?”
Raven never felt more anxious than she did now. Telling Beast Boy that she considered him a friend was embarrassing. This was downright torture. Nevertheless, she didn’t break eye contact with the young man. Her pale cheeks were rosier than the red in his uniform, but still she looked serious.
“I said, I love you.”
“…Oh.” Robin managed. He straightened to his full height, all of five feet, and searched her eyes for meaning. Quickly he realized that not only was she on the level, but she meant every bit of what she was saying. “Love” could mean so many things, but it was clear what Raven meant.
“Raven,” he continued. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You could tell me the truth,” she said, her voice still grating and calm like always. “What do you think of me and Starfire?”
“Starfire?”
“I may not act it, but I do know what normal people think of when they say ‘beautiful’.” She frowned slightly. “She’s beautiful and sweet. And she can fight just as well as any villain she meets. She’s everything a guy like you likes, and more.” Her head sunk as she forced her own admission. “I’m dark, I’m crabby, I’m ‘weird’. I don’t like going out. I’m not innocent.”
Robin listened intently. Never once did he look away. Raven could feel his eyes on her, but she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. She could feel his shock… and a few traces of feeling underneath, but nothing she could put a name to. She started to realize that his feelings weren’t as chaotic as hers felt right now. His heart wasn’t pitter-pattering out of control. He wasn’t sweating nervously. She took that all to mean that he didn’t feel what she felt. Which made each word more and more painful to say. She was digging herself a grave.
“I’m nothing compared to Star.” Her eyes sparkled from the impending tears that she desperately tried to suppress. “But I’ll do anything for you. You’ve done so much for me, and I want to do so much more for you. …I owe you my life.”
Still, Robin was stoic. He gave nothing away. Raven would rather be facing Trigon again instead of being here, pouring her heart out to a guy who wouldn’t treat her the same way after today. Raven knew in her heart that she would probably end up looking foolish, but she didn’t want to believe it. She’d had hope up until now.
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking away to protect her dignity. Twin tears fell from the corner of her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. “Seeing you and Starfire today, I just… I couldn’t keep this to myself anymore.”
A pair of strong arms wrapped around her shoulders. Raven gasped and looked him in the eyes again. This time they were inches from her face, perched above a sympathetic smile. Slowly, amidst Raven’s startled breaths, Robin brought his lips to hers, and plunged into the most passionate kiss the sorceress ever experienced.
Words couldn’t describe Raven’s feelings at that moment. Her whole life, she’d felt like a huge darkness was crushing her soul, keeping her from truly feeling alive. In that one moment, in Robin’s embrace, she felt freer than she’d ever felt before. Her soul was as light as a feather, so much show that she felt a charge go up her spine. Sheer joy flooded her. She wrapped her arms around the boy’s shoulders and clenched to him tightly, prolonging the kiss and affirming it with an enticing “Mmmm” that went from her throat into his.
More than a minute passed before they broke that kiss and stared at each other with a mixture of longing and awe. Neither expected the other to do what they’d did, but now they realized they had indeed started something. Robin’s eyes were still obscured, but Raven’s were clearly visible, and they practically glowed with joy.
She grew coy again, and resumed her stoic frown in a poor attempt to hide her emotion. “…You’re good at that.”
“Good at what?” he breathed, his arms still holding her close.
“Kissing,” she said lamely. “You’re good at it.”
“I’ve had practice.”
Raven frowned slightly. “Not surprising. Starfire must’ve given you plenty of practice.” Her jealousy was carefully obscured by her ever-present cynicism.
“Actually,” Robin whispered, his lip touching her ear with tantalizing gentility, “Starfire and I have never kissed.”
“…Really?” Raven tried not to look pleased, or surprised, but she knew Robin could see it in her expression. She was an Empath, and he was a detective. Both were really good at feeling people out, and both were pretty good at hiding their own feelings. Robin was better, even without magic. It was one of the many signs of his strength that attracted many a girl.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” Robin said, still teasing her ear. “You’re beautiful.”
Raven felt herself growing weak in his arms under his punishment. His experience dominated her unintentional chastity. Raven’d never kissed a boy, or done anything close to what Robin’s hands and lips were suggesting, and she could never let her mind wander into the fantasies that many a little girl had over their developmental years. She felt like a child in his arms.
Robin stroked her bangs from her eyes, and used his thumb to wipe away one of her tears. Neither said a word as they sank to the bed together and continued exploring each other, mouth-to-mouth, hands in cloth, and bodies entwined. Raven slipped one leg from under the boy’s torso to make her more comfortable, in more ways than one. Her crotch was now against his, and that gave her the opportunity to feel more of what Robin incidentally teased her with in the lab. Robin was hard beneath his uniform, and Raven was amazed at just how much of Robin she could feel. She moved her hips, just enough to slide her tender sheath along his wood, which was easily over seven inches long even with his uniform bending most of it into obscurity. Raven pushed along the entire length with very careful gyrations, while still keeping Robin busy above the waist with her explorations of his chest, shoulders, and lower back. Raven’s panties were sheerer than her uniform, which was thick enough to take punishment so that it didn’t rip in battle. She doubted Robin could feel much of her, but she certainly felt every subtle movement she and he made. She couldn’t do much while on the bottom, so she would have to get in position if she wanted to explore this new feeling.
Raven gently pushed his shoulder, which to him was a sign he’d gone too far. Robin sat back and quickly apologized. “Sorry.”
“For what?” Her expression wasn’t fearful, despite what he expected.
“…I thought you wanted me to stop.” He smiled a bit. “We are going a little fast.”
“Boys do that,” Raven said, sitting up. She pushed onto her knees, straddling his lap on the edge of the bed, and wrapped her arms around his neck loosely. “They do things fast.”
Robin was amazed at her casual posture, considering how she acted not moments ago. A huge weight must’ve come off her chest. This Raven was one he’d never seen; she wasn’t afraid to show what she was thinking.
“And you’re okay with this?” Robin asked. He couldn’t believe it when they’d kissed, and now they were feeling each other up.
Raven rubbed her pussy, hard and obviously, along the length of his penis, rock hard and trapped by the confines of his costume. She shivered as she reached the top, meanwhile clutching his face to her buxom chest. “I’m okay,” she said, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. “I told you I would do anything, to show you how much I appreciate you.” She ran her fingers through his spiked hair. “You’re trying so hard not to think about what you’d like to do to me.”
“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Raven’s hands slid down his back, like claws dragging against a curtain, all the way to the back of his costume, beneath his cape, where his top and bottom met. She slid two of her fingers beneath one fold to stroke the skin hidden beneath at the base of his spine. “You can hide a lot from me, but you didn’t hide much when we kissed. I saw some… interesting images.”
It was the boy’s turn to blush. Raven caught the reaction before he could dismiss it. “See. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“I couldn’t help it.”
“I know.” Raven’s cool confidence was almost frightening when Robin was in such a vulnerable position, under her scrutiny. She lifted his chin with a finger, forcing him to look into her cold, violet stare.
She asked him straight up. “Do you want me, Robin?”
Robin knew everything there was to know about this girl, or at least he thought he did. He’d lived with her for a long time, and they’d shared a relationship closer than most friends. She saw his thoughts, and he felt her pain. He was her father, her brother, and her protector. She was the scared girl he’d tried to so hard to help, just like Star when she’d first come to Earth. Whenever he looked at her, he saw someone that trusted him to be strong, for her sake. And now, he felt like if he did what his body ached for him to do, he would be losing that trust.
He felt her hand wrap around his, then slide it up her stomach, against the left side of her chest. He dared not flex his fingers, but Raven took the choice out of his hands by pressing each and every one of his fingers with her own, forcing him to clutch her breast, pulsing with her rapid heartbeat. She slowly loosened and tightened her grip, forcing his fingers to do the same, so that Robin was massaging her breast without effort or volition. He couldn’t stop her.
Raven could feel his hardness quivering against her. He could feel her passion. She was making it clear what she wanted.
“Raven, I…” He couldn’t say No, and he couldn’t say Yes. His mind and his body were going north and south.
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“Fine. I’ll help you decide.” Raven’s fingers glowed black for a moment, and Robin felt the bottom front of his costume rip on its own, along with the combination boxer-briefs he wore underneath, leaving only his swollen member pressing against Raven’s silky undergarment. Robin tried to sit up and force her off, but he found that her black magic was at work on his body as well, keeping him from struggling too much. He could move, but not from under her.
“Stop!” he snapped, trying to sound angry, when in fact he was startled by her forwardness. Raven didn’t listen. She had her mind on other things. Her slit rested squarely on Robin’s shaft, allowing her to run up and down, painfully slow, without her lips losing their grip. Robin grunted, almost in pain from the incredible feeling of Raven’s pantied pussy rubbing against his aching cock, then tracking back down for another go. He wasn’t allowed to move his hands, so he couldn’t stop her, or make her speed up. Raven’s slow massage was Hell, but in the most heavenly way.
Raven was an Empath, so she could feel other people’s states as if they were her own. She could feel Robin’s excitement and arousal overlapping her own. She’d only just started, and already she felt like she was going to cum. The feeling drove her to tease him more. The feel of silk against her clit as it rubbed along the hardness of his shaft and bumped against the base of his head sent shock after shock through her loins. Looking down between her bust, past Robin’s closed eyes and clenched teeth, she could see pre-cum shining at the tip of his cock and leaving a wispy trail against the front of her panties. She’d started to grow moist, as the material clinging to her slit showed, and gave Robin the added bonus of feeling wetness rubbing eagerly along the base of his shaft.
“R-Raven,” he begged. “Please…”
“Please what?” she said huskily. Her engorged clit banged against his head with each pass, giving both a jolt with each of her slit strokes.
Robin couldn’t form words anymore. His hands struggled at his sides, but Raven still didn’t let him move. She could tell by now that he was in the mood in the worst way. If the images in his mind were any clue, Robin wanted to fuck her brains out. Some of the images surprised her… even scared her a little… but she promised to do what Robin asked, to show her devotion. She loved him more than anyone, and she was going to show it.
“I know it hurts,” she teased, pressing her abdomen against his and driving him to the breaking point. Raven stepped back, moving off his lap and seating herself in the chair situated beside the bed. She kicked off her shoes, allowing her toes to wriggle freely beneath her thigh-length black gossamer socks. Raven crossed her legs seductively and let her top foot slide sneakily up Robin’s leg, still pinned by her magic. The soft material tickled him mercilessly on the way up his knee, into his thigh, and slowly to his scrotum, where she poked each of his balls in turn before finally touching the base of his throbbing cock. Robin moaned despite his efforts to seem in control of his arousal. Raven gently stroked him, using the flexibility of her digits to pump his shaft while giving it a silk massage. Raven watched with quiet fascination as Robin fought against his impending release, only to lose when he blew a huge stream of cum straight into the air and let more follow it in waves. The streams splashed in turn on Raven’s extended leg and carpeted floor, then finally on her foot that vigorously pumped Robin to the end.
Raven drew her leg back and relaxed in her chair, like a powerful CEO at a meeting. She watched as his cock dribbled a few more doses of cream from the tip, then dwindled to its normal size and softness. “There.”
Robin caught his breath, slowly regaining his composure. “Raven. I don’t want us… to stop being friends.”
“Neither do I.” She dragged her foot along the floor to wipe off the cum. “I want us to be closer friends. You don’t know how much you mean to me.”
“I think you showed me,” he said, still trying to recover.
“That’s nothing,” she promised. Raven’s eyes showed no fear, despite a part of her still being nervous. “You know, as well as I do, that Starfire would never do those things you thought of. I promise that I’ll do them, any time, anywhere, if it’s what you really want.”
Robin wondered if this was really the same girl he’d lived with for the past two years. It couldn’t be. Raven would never say such a thing.
“You don’t know what it’s like, suppressing every feeling to protect your friends,” Raven said, perhaps in reply to his thought. She looked regretful for a moment. “I’ve wanted to be close to you for so long. I finally have that chance. And I’m not going to hold back.”
“Not even a little?”
“No.” Raven crawled on her knees to the edge of the bed and cupped his dick, her cold hands sending a sudden chill through him. “Because I know it’s what you want. You don’t want the boring Raven that reads books.” She cupped her tits and massaged them, taunting Robin to stare. “You want these.”
“No, I… I…”
“Don’t worry.” Raven said, kissing one of his hands. “I know you care about me. Now I can feel it, when your defenses are down.”
Robin did feel really vulnerable.
“That’s why I love you.” She kissed his thigh, tasting some of the cum that fell there, and curled her nose at the flavor. That was something she’d have to avoid. “You don’t have to be a gentleman right now. Right now, I want you to be honest with your feelings… down here.” She touched the tip of his penis, and a black glow snaked into it, releasing a white glow as an aftereffect. Robin felt his vitality returning far faster than it would naturally. In moments, the flaccid penis in Raven’s hand was back to being a hard, thickheaded cock, ready for more action.
The boy stroked Raven’s violet hair lovingly. “Thank you. I forgot how stubborn you were.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Raven crawled onto her bed and lay on her back, resting on her two pillows, her torso arching proudly as she felt the bed’s cushioning effects. Robin stared at her body, his face betraying the first signs of hunger since this interlude began.
“So,” Raven said, her chest rose from the way her arms folded behind her head. “What do you want to do first?”
Robin’s mind betrayed his perverse answer immediately, before his mouth could make up a more reasonable request.
Raven blushed at the thought. Robin knew immediately he’d been caught. “We don’t have to,” he said quickly. “You know I wouldn’t ask something like that.”
The lavender-haired girl put a finger to her lips, shushing him promptly. Robin watched in awe as Raven sat up and held the edge of her pullover, which she carefully lifted, revealing her slim stomach, the solid black bra that held her bust upright and together, and finally her pale neck. The pullover came off completely, and Raven tossed it aside without concern. Robin’s amazed expression made her self-conscious, but she refused to cover herself despite what her arms tried to do. She sat there, letting Robin take in the sight of her pale skin, usually hidden by her uniform, and solaced herself with the knowledge that he was aroused by it. He liked her.
“What are you waiting for?” Raven chided softly. She flexed her back and gave her breasts greater spread, as if they needed help to look impressive. “You’d better do it now, before I change my mind.”
Robin didn’t need a second invitation. He crawled over to straddle Raven’s legs and exchange kisses with her, hoping to get her in the mood again so that she wasn’t nearly as nervous. As Raven said, Robin was a masterful kisser. He worked his tongue against hers with grace and determination, each sudden change in the kiss adding to its pleasure. Robin worked her lips up there, and his hands eagerly worked her tits down there. Raven groaned under his touch. His hands were firm, gentle, and assertive all at the same time. When Raven broke their kiss for air, his lips trailed down her neck and to her waiting nipples, still clothed in the bra but visible through the fabric from her arousal. Robin nipped at one, earning a sharp breath from the girl, then suckled on it through the fabric while kneading the rest of her rack with his hands. Raven’s nails dug into his back as the boy’s tongue assaulted her chest for the first time. Raven doubted she would’ve been this aroused if she didn’t have Robin’s passion to draw on. It wasn’t natural, but it was way better for her if she felt both their passions, instead of just her own, confused-and-fearful arousal.
Robin’s tongue trailed into the cleavage of Raven’s ample bust and left trails of saliva all along the inner walls of her breasts. Raven ignored the slimy feeling of his tongue as best she could, knowing full well that he was preparing for what was to come. Robin’s imagination seemed to focus on Raven’s chest, and it was his deep, dark wish to ram his manhood between her wet tits before even laying a finger on her pussy. Raven didn’t know where such imaginative desires came from; she just knew that it was what Robin lusted for. It would be a little uncomfortable, but she could handle it.
It felt like a pool had formed in her crevice when Robin finally stopped lathering her. Raven was already in position, her head pillowed and her body beneath Robin as he scooted upwards, his cock wagging threateningly above her face. Raven lifted her arms and let Robin slide her bra over her head. She held onto the headboard, ready for the ride to come.
Robin’s hands admired her pale breasts and the bright pink areole at their front. He cupped the sides, then squeezed them firmly, then relaxed to watch them slip back to their normal shape. His continuous changing touch made Raven gasp with each new direction he took. She looked him in the eyes as he placed the tip of his cock between her breasts and held them close together so that the flesh hugged his meat. He slowly slid them in, through the wetness he’d left on her chest, and eventually penetrating them to just above Raven’s lips. Robin drew back, then forward, then back, each slide squelching loudly.
“Mmmm…” Robin groaned. He was really into it. He watched Raven’s expression, how it changed when he thrust forward and when her arousal got the better of her, making her open her mouth to gasp. Occasionally, the tip of his mouth would touch those lips and excite him with the temptation of penetrating her mouth. But each time he would run out of room and have to pull back. There was just half, or even a quarter of an inch separating Robin’s head from Raven’s mouth.
Raven must’ve heard him again, or she had an awesome instinct for handling horny men. The sorceress stuck out her tongue just as his cock passed over, and Robin gasped sharply as he drew back over it, the sensitive underside of his shaft and his swollen head getting full treatment from her organ. Robin thrust again, and Raven took another stab at it, getting the head in this pass as well. Robin shook with excitement and picked up the pace, eager to finish this round off quickly, before he rubbed Raven’s chest raw.
Robin’s speed was quick and brutal. Raven held onto the headboard for dear life. Her tits flopped up and down with each impact, and she had to flatten her face to the side to avoid getting stabbed in the chin by his manhood. Robin’s grunts quickened. He was close. Real close.
“Sit up,” he ordered as he drew back and pumped furiously. Raven propped herself up. She realized quickly what he wanted. The sorceress stared him, eye-to-eye, and opened her mouth to let her tongue hang out, ready to catch what ever came at it.
“UnnNNNH!” Robin groaned as his cum shot out, splashing against Raven’s chakra on her forehead. The second shot hit her below the eye and dripped down her cheek. Finally, on the last strong shot, Robin’s jizz splashed onto her tongue and into her waiting mouth. The rest trailed down her chin and onto her chest, leaving her all-but-covered in man goo. Robin came even more than he did the first time on her foot, and this time all that force that carried the cum up went squarely into her face. Raven swore she heard a ‘thud’ each time Robin came on her.
Raven didn’t swallow, as she already knew she didn’t like the taste, but she licked her lips to clean the cum from her mouth without having to taste it or take it in. Then she gave Robin her usual disapproving look. “You can throw those birdarangs at a bulls-eye, but you can barely hit my mouth.” Hearing her use dirty words turned him on; she felt it.
“…I’ll get it next time,” Robin said lustily. “Unless, of course, I blow it somewhere else.”
Raven sat up, her cum-drenched face looking at him hungrily. Her fingers wrapped around his cock and rejuvenated him yet again, so that she could give him more of the same, and get some for herself as well. She was his slut, from now until they had to behave professionally again.
“You do realize,” she teased, “that I’ll treat you like I always do when we’re with the others.”
“I know.” Robin slid down her body and ran his fingers beneath her skirt, eagerly finding her dripping wet cunt. “I’ll be doing the same. So if you want some, you’d better get it now.”
“What makes you think I want any?” Raven said, in her usual haughty tone. Raven gasped sharply when Robin’s prick rubbed teasingly against Raven’s pussy lips, inflaming them with desire. She felt like she’d starve if she couldn’t wrap her pussy around his throbbing meat now.
“That’s what.”
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More to come! Next chapter isn’t Robin/Rae. It’s either BB/Star, or someone else, or all the above. We’ll just have to wait and see. ~~ Mrr-chan
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