Raven woke up after about six hours, and I realized this from the sound of her suddenly inhaling sharply through her nose and her heartbeat quickening.
"Are you okay?" I asked first, as soon as I came out of meditation and looked down.
"I'm fine," her crimson eyes darted away in unison. "Just exhausted. Everything's okay now," the girl turned away by about ninety degrees and avoided looking at me so expressively that... her complete lack of any action to get off my arms began to look very surreal. In the sense that her face showed she was almost horrified by where she found herself, but horror usually makes one run away, and here—zero reaction, not the slightest movement. And yet, it couldn't be attributed to stupor, since she had responded quite meaningfully.
"Why are you hiding your face?" I had one guess, but... it was too good to hope for.
"...Just... my eyes..." the Archdemon's daughter whispered quietly.
"Are you ashamed of them?"
"... " She remained silent, just lowering her head and still trying to look away.
Even if we hadn't lived together long enough, I couldn't have misunderstood her if I tried. Raven wasn't just ashamed of her demonic heritage; she was pathologically ashamed of it, considering her blood a deformity. This fact was quite clearly traced in all the adaptations I knew of, if you didn't just listen but followed the character's behavior.
"You have beautiful eyes," I gently touched her cheek, lightly running my fingertips up to her forehead, making the sorceress look at me. "The fact that there are four of them is a bit exotic, but no more. You're a very beautiful girl, Raven. Don't doubt that."
"But I'm... half-demon," she replied with easily readable, long-standing sadness.
"And I'm a clone created to be a living weapon," I said, not looking away, stroking her cheek again. "Even if by origin you're a monster, that doesn't mean you're horrible."
"Ordinary people wouldn't agree with you," two pairs of crimson eyes tried to dart away again.
"Does that matter?" My fingers slid to her silky black hair, burying themselves between the strands. "I'm speaking for myself. Others can think whatever they want, but to me, you're very beautiful, and even if there's no one in the entire universe who can understand that, frightened by your origin and history, my opinion won't change."
"W-why are you saying this?" Finally jumping off my lap, she stood up, took a step back, and pulled her hood deeper. "..."
"To keep you from hiding from me," I stood up after her and gently embraced her shoulders. "Raven, hear me?" And now, gently but insistently, I turned her to face me and looked into her confused eyes. "No matter what happened in the past, you came to my aid, you're helping me, and you're not repulsive to me. I enjoy seeing your face, enjoy talking to you, and sitting in silence with you. Don't restrain yourself and don't be afraid. I won't abandon you, Raven," and now I leaned down and... gently touched her tightly closed eyes with my lips, kissing each of the four in turn... collecting the salty moisture that had formed beneath them from my words.
"What... " The sorceress sniffled, wiping away tears with her palm, "are you doing?"
"Proving my words with actions," my hands on her shoulders slid further, encircling her back and pulling her slight body to my chest.
"H-hmm..." the demoness quietly exhaled, placing her own palms on my shoulders and pressing her face to the base of my neck.
And then... something happened to her. Not immediately—after about a minute of being in my embrace, but I felt the change in the magic and, more importantly, saw how the patch of skin where her armpits were exposed changed color from bright red to dark gray in an instant.
"Your skin turned gray..." I didn't hold back the surprise in my voice, though I had suspected this possibility.
"It's... " Raven swallowed and, as if with effort, leaned back, "my human form..."
The second pair of eyes disappeared as if they had never been there, thin dark eyebrows appeared, her forehead widened, but the overall features of her face hardly changed; only the skin tone became exactly like some drow elf, which shamelessly and immorally struck my timid fan heart with an irresistible desire to caress myself. And the mystical crimson glow completely left her eyes, revealing their natural appearance.
"You have violet eyes..." I murmured, not taking my eyes off the girl, who was tensely awaiting a reaction.
"They're from my mother..." the beauty blushed slightly.
"Why didn't you show this form before?"
"In it, I'm weaker. And also... I need to eat. The food situation here isn't great..."
"I understand..."
"And what... " a glance to the side and back, "do you think?"
"You're beautiful," and, slowly leaning forward, thus giving her time to react, but not encountering any objections, I briefly touched her thin gray lips with my own.
Our first kiss was completely innocent, modest, and shy from both sides. I don't know what the sorceress was thinking, but I simultaneously felt an amazing surge of joy and, at the same time, was very, almost to the point of sluggish reactions, afraid of scaring her away. Raven was a character I genuinely loved from my childhood. She was that girl from the screen whom you consider ideal and hopelessly imagine as yours. I suppose everyone goes through this, only some dream more of Pamela Anderson from Baywatch, others of Storm from the 90s X-Men, and women in this sense are no different; they just dream of Alains Delon, Jason Momoa, or drawn beauties from "Vampire Knight." And I met such an object of fantasies in reality, and not just met, but found myself in a situation where we live together and even sleep in the same bed. Could my sympathy and all the long-formed feelings for the character disappear under such circumstances? In a situation where sweet fantasies are no longer just abstract dreams of the impossible? Not a chance. They could only transform—become brighter, stronger, become not abstract but personal. So yes, I was happy almost to the point of fainting and fiercely afraid of messing up.
"Do you believe me now?" After lightly pinching her lips with mine one last time, I broke the kiss to look into her violet eyes.
But I wasn't answered; rather... the answer was expressed in Raven silently snuggling up to me, hugging tightly and again burying her nose in the boundary between my neck and shoulder.
And... this was the best answer I had received in both my lives.
After the "romantic clarification of the relationship," the atmosphere in our collective changed somewhat. For example, now we slept in each other's arms, though still clothed, and kisses became a fairly frequent occurrence, though they also remained very shy and modest. Raven, who had ended up in literal Hell at the very moment she had just entered the age when girls start to take an interest in boys, was a complete zero in the field of flirting and any romantic interpersonal relationships, so the role of the locomotive of the entire process fell solely on me. The girl didn't know what to do, felt some awkwardness, and was frankly a little afraid to take the initiative. I myself wasn't in a hurry and didn't rush, because mutual sympathy and attraction are good, wonderful, and amazing, but relationships aren't something to rush, especially in a situation like ours. The girl, who had lost all her loved ones in one moment and hadn't had the opportunity to exchange a word with a normal person for the last four years, needed time to get used to it. Moreover... frankly speaking, we had plenty of other things to do. And these were things that directly affected our lives and freedom. One of them was my learning magic.
"Well, you're making very big progress," the sorceress acknowledged, closing both pairs of eyes. And yes, the girl didn't start to love her demonic form more despite my statements about its attractiveness and continued to be shy. But the issue of food and "general tone" didn't go anywhere, so alas. Well, okay.
"Very flattered..."
"And although you're only at the very beginning of the path, some things are already within your power. But first—the general theory."
"I'm listening," I nodded devotedly and looked into her eyes.
"Hmm... in general, magic... yes. Magic is different, and conditionally it can be divided into three generalized categories. The first is ritual magic. It's a thing in itself and doesn't depend on the abilities of the one performing the ritual, or rather, it minimally depends and, in essence, can be performed by anyone who has at least a spark of a soul. The use of various artifacts and potions also belongs to this category, but only the use—creating something containing magic without having your own magical power is practically impossible. So far, is it clear?"
"Yes, quite," I nodded.
"The second 'section' is the Individual Gift. Essentially, the ability itself to accumulate and release magical energy. It's inaccessible to ordinary people; only certain dynasties that have been connected to magical power for many generations and various kinds of magical creatures can use it. And here everything depends directly on the specific creature. There are species or family predispositions, there's something personal. There are many nuances there... For example, I can manipulate Darkness and Flame by willpower, but my predisposition to Darkness is higher. This is the legacy of my blood..." she sighed slightly. "Thus, through this Individual Gift, levitation, dark telekinesis, a protective cover, and a number of other things that require learning, like martial arts techniques, are available to me, but this is my own power—an extension of me, like an arm or stomach, not spells."
"Uh-huh, and can I find out what I have?"
"Only very approximately. Given what I've seen... you can somehow adjust your power depending on what affects you. A very powerful Gift. And very complex," the girl shook her head.
"What's complex about it?"
"The third 'section,'" she sighed. "Direct willpower is a quick effect. It can be powerful; in especially experienced and powerful mages, it can be complex, but still, these are mostly 'rough' techniques. But your own magic can be given a more complex structure, which will be capable of performing real miracles. This can be called Magical Tradition. Willful control and configuration of your magic, into which you add ritual actions: gestures, words, in some cases even some material components. All this allows you to compose a complex... construct, formula, more simply called a spell, but not always being one in its structure and formal features. Although it is most often a spell. Or a curse. In general, it's a formula of influence that can affect the universe and make it do what you need. And, as a rule, with the help of such a formula, you can achieve effects that are many times more powerful and varied than with the Individual Gift. Only ritual magic can do more, but... it's also more complex."
"And my problem is that?.." I waved my hand in the air, asking the lady to continue.
"You adapt, and your power changes. I don't know if it absorbs something from the attack on you, somehow drawing out mana, or, on the contrary, restructures into the antiphase, and it doesn't matter. The important fact is that under the influence of a new factor, you change. And, as I feel, you change not temporarily, but on a permanent basis. But Magical Tradition is developed for the convenience of a certain kind, family, or species of magical creatures. It's made to be 'convenient' for manipulating their power. Magic is omnipotent or almost omnipotent, but mages are limited. In the tradition known to them, it may be impossible or very difficult to perform this or that action, and using someone else's Tradition, even if you know it, is very difficult. This requires additional preparation and possibly adaptation to yourself—a very painstaking, long, and not the safest process. And without a guarantee of success. I know the tradition of Azarath, but it's not so much a school of spells as a method of assimilating and taming one's own abilities, and I know the dark magic of demons, but I will never be able to master, for example, the tradition of imp magic. These are special creatures living in a dimension of chaotic magic. Not evil or destructive, but absurd, contradictory, and very poorly combined with demonic forces. And there are many such examples, which is why most mages focus on developing their own school rather than copying from others. Your power is currently best suited to the demonic tradition, but if you suddenly encounter some sorcerer who uses something very different, for example, magic based on interaction with water, the direction of your forces will change, and those demonic spells that you have already learned may stop working on your magical power. Only ritual magic and willful control will remain."
"Yeah..." What else could be said?
To coolly use your feature, you have to be an archmage virtuoso, Henry. Otherwise, all your spells will collapse under their own "weight." Not a pretty picture, but... frankly, I could have been upset about this if I already knew some interesting sorcery. But as it is... Well, I'll be having a chance to "energetically mutate" when a magical attack hits me and at the same time screw up my spellcasting abilities for the duration of the fight, well, then there will be a hassle with their reworking and adaptation... Though wait, there could have been a hassle if I could create at least a banal "firefly," but as it is—no problems!
"So for now, until we find something universal or you gain experience, I suggest sticking to ritual magic. It's slow, but reliable," Raven continued, slightly darting her gaze as if apologizing for not being able to offer a better solution.
"I rely entirely on you," I shrugged.
In my opinion, it's a perfectly logical and sensible option, and there's nothing to apologize for. And if we assume that I can draw all kinds of penta-hexa-octa- and other -grams at super speed... a decent option emerges. Yes, a bit of a hassle and brain-bending. But decent and interesting.
"Okay, then first you need to memorize these basic books," the girl turned to the new stone cabinet and, enveloping a couple of books in dark haze, levitated them to us.
"Yeah," I opened the first tome and peered at the lines. No miracle happened, and the incomprehensible scribbles remained incomprehensible scribbles. "Only let's start with you teaching me to read and understand what's written here?"
"Oh, right..." Raven confusedly ran her fingers through her hair. "Then let's start with this..." and from the cabinet, they took out something like a primer. Ah, a cute alphabet for the smallest demonlings. Probably. But it looks interesting, and what else is there to do here? So we'll read and learn, especially since we can periodically "get inspired to study" by slightly squeezing our beloved teacher, hehe.
Learning came surprisingly easily, incidentally convincing me that Kryptonian brains are cool. I don't know if this can be considered absolute memory, but memorizing material came without problems and without the feeling that what was heard and read was getting mixed up and confused in my mind and then completely fading to the point of being unable to recall it without a dictionary. I could easily extract terms and concepts from my memory that I had seen once and not nearby. This didn't require concentration, strain, or painstakingly going through associations—I could simply remember the right moment if I encountered the corresponding word in a book, and although this didn't give instant perception of the language as familiar-native, I skipped whole layers of work usually associated with repetition for memorization. And I easily grasped concepts and principles by which a completely new area for me existed. That is, I could not just read and remember by rote; I really understood what was written in the book and how it all worked. I won't say I was stupid before, but as one of our teachers used to say... "Guys, you don't understand this formula? No problem, I've been teaching here for over forty years and don't understand it either, and now let's solve it!" This is to say that fully "understanding" truly complex matters is given to few. And, apparently, I somehow became one of those "few." Given that I hadn't managed to achieve Enlightenment with my mind and hadn't seen other Nirvanas, there's a suspicion that from Mr. Luthor's DNA, not only the general stability of the genome was passed on to me, but also at least part of his very good brains.
However, it would be absolutely wrong to give all the laurels to my body—besides my Kryptonian-Luthor brains, I had a personal tutor, extreme motivation, and the fact that there was nothing else to do anyway. In the sense that we didn't need to eat or drink, and accordingly, we didn't need to "relieve natural needs," so it turned out that we could immerse ourselves headfirst in the language environment, literally starting to communicate in Azarathian by the second week. No, of course, from time to time I had thoughts about what else we could do, because every night a slender girl in a tight suit continued to snuggle up to me. But I Overcame and demonstrated my endurance. And gained greater motivation to further master the mysteries of magic. Because it gave an outlet for excess energy. And one fine day, after a month of such determination, an interesting conversation took place.
"Hmm, I think you're ready," Raven concluded.
"Ready for what?" I extinguished the black-red haze that danced over my hand.
Given that my "initial initiation" was from the "brothers" of my sorceress, it's no surprise that the "blood legacy" I received was of the same kind as Raven herself. Once, I even managed to produce a little white haze—that very "antiphase" that my aura "invented," but it was difficult, and my mentor couldn't explain to me how to communicate with this power. But what I didn't "inherit" was intangibility and the ability to transform, which were quite trivial things even for mid-tier demons, not to mention "almost Higher," but that's logical—despite the charge of demonic energy, I remained more "mortal," and we have a harder time with shape-changing. Raven, for example, struggles with transformations because of her human blood, but so far, nothing cooler than the "Dark Phoenix," as I poetically called her energy form when she turned into a bird woven from the energy of Darkness, which is actually more like a raven, she couldn't create.
"To test your abilities."
"But I've only mastered crude force bursts so far, haven't I?"
"Yes, but that's more than enough. You need to understand how it works and how effective it is, so we're going to hunt Tal'vaskhanls."
"Who?" I blinked.
"Mid-tier demonic beasts. Not very smart, but almost physically invulnerable. Unlike magic."
"Okay, but why?"
"We... " she turned away, "ran out of ink for practicing ritual magic. It's made from their blood..."
"I see," I felt like a pig. In the sense that, yes, the girl provided me with something like sheets of parchment, ink, and some other necessary little things for practice. But I was sure she just created them—it was quite possible within the local magical system. Apparently, I was wrong. And it turns out I was living off the neck of a girl I liked. More than just "liked" for a long time now. "Where are we heading?"
"First, we'll update the concealment spells, then... I'll figure it out," all I could do was nod and agree.
Updating the concealment spells in the amulet took another half hour, after which we finally left the cave and set course... um, somewhere. No, Raven honestly tried to explain to me how to navigate here, but the trick was in magic, and I hadn't yet mastered it at the required level, so, in my opinion, no matter where you go, you'll still end up in demonic hell.
We stumbled upon the creatures we were interested in after about an hour and a half of flight. They looked like buffalo. If buffalo were five meters tall, could walk upright, and ate not grass but rage. By the bucketful. And their hides were suspiciously similar to the ones we used as bedding.
"Try it, I'll cover you..."
"A kiss for luck?" I made puppy-dog eyes.
"You should be more serious," the girl ruffled under her cloak. "Found the time..." True, grumbling and indignation didn't prevent her from flying closer and, leaning toward me, kissing me without shyness, using her tongue and "not noticing" my hands on her butt.
What can I say? In a month, we managed to make some progress in our relationship, though not as much as we would like, but... when you fall asleep every night in the arms of a cute member of the opposite sex whom you also emotionally like... True, sometimes it was a bit difficult to concentrate, but self-control grew at an unimaginable pace, yes. But, like all good things, the kiss ended, and I had to "get down to business."
First, I tried to just "tap" these things. Well, and, entering acceleration, I heartily patted the nearest "buffalo" from that dozen that were "hanging out" on a small plateau.
"Meh-eh-eh..." the buffalo responded, flying into the rock and... getting out of there, shaking its head in bewilderment! That is, this thing withstood a Kryptonian's blow. Even if a young one and not with all possible force, but I didn't hold back either—the blow would have been enough to turn the rock to dust. What am I saying? The demonic beast sent into that very rock made a solid crater in it. It's just that physics clearly didn't care about it. The creature was only slightly stunned. That is, theoretically, I could have beaten it to death with my "fists," but I would have been exhausted to death and wasted an immeasurable amount of time.
"Yeah..."
"I told you..." Raven informed me with her eternal "poker face," expressing both approval that I went to check myself and reproach from the series "what a silly you are." And how does she do it? Women...
"Okay, okay..." I concentrated and summoned the necessary "movement" of the aura (or rather, not the aura, but that very thing that is now connected to it, but is still controlled separately), focused, concentrated, and released.
A beam of red-lit Darkness tore from my right hand and slammed into the demon's face, eliciting a pained roar in response. And this was immediately noticed by the giant's kin, who also rushed at us.
"It's not dying..." I shared with Raven with slight concern when the creature, covering its head with one upper limb, picked up a piece of rock from the ground with the other and hurled it in our direction. It missed, and even if it had hit me, that rock wouldn't have done anything to me, but it whistled through the air fiercely.
"Tal'vaskhanls are vulnerable to magic, but they're mid-tier demons. They shouldn't die instantly," with that very note when explaining something obvious to a negligent student, the girl replied, herself sending a stream of destructive energy from her raised palm at the approaching monsters.
"Yeah..." And if I use heat vision and add a magical component to it?
Said—done. The stream of deadly power that burst from my eyes successfully, though not instantly, burned through the skin of the outstretched paw, pierced the bones, and boiled the brains of the bleating monster, immediately switching to others that, lowering their horns, were just charging at us.
I won't say that the further slaughter went quickly and without problems, but we were in the air, could maneuver, and I could shield Raven from flying stones like no wall in the world, so, though a bit tired, we killed all the creatures. But then we had to proceed to magical butchering, and here I could only watch and admire the girl's work—under her streams of power, the skin separated from the flesh, blood was drained into vials, and a couple of bones split into feathers and styluses, which were also useful in the household.
"Ah, if only we had some coals, tomatoes, and marinade now, we could try making shashlik..."
"I don't know what shashlik is, but I'm afraid even you wouldn't be able to bite through this meat," the sorceress noted. "Unless you marinate it in some potion, but that's a bit too exotic."
"Yes," I sighed, "though it would be nice to celebrate the first successful hunt."
"Hmm... Well..." the girl cast an uncertain glance at me, "I grabbed something when I was running away... And I think the occasion is really good."
"I'm intrigued," I smiled at the real temptress. "Help?" I nodded at the carcasses.
"Almost done, just need to take it away... Done," so I picked up the "self-packing" bundles, and we hurried to our cave. There, Raven successfully stuffed the loot into one of the "nooks" that were created for such purposes, and... returned with a fairly large (about a liter and a half) bottle of dark glass.
"What's this?"
"Ancient and extremely rare wine from demonic cellars. And I have no idea how it ended up in my luggage during the escape."
"Mmm, 'grab everything you can carry and carry it away'?" I suggested.
"Possibly. Very possibly," Raven agreed without a hint of joke. "Shall we open it?"
"Why not?" True, there was a slight hitch with drinking vessels, but ingenuity, the nearest piece of rock, and laser vision quickly provided quite decent stone cups. So, pouring the liquid into the bowls, I, sitting on the stone bed, shamelessly pulled the sorceress onto my lap.
"Hey!" she protested, holding the container with dark crimson, almost black liquid with shadow telekinesis.
"Isn't it more comfortable this way?"
"Yes, but you could have warned me," they grumbled discontentedly at me. And handed me the cup.
"Well then, to the most wonderful girl I've ever met!" I raised a toast. "And also... just thank you, without you I would have died here. Or gone mad."
"... " she shyly buried her nose in the cup. However, this didn't prevent her from clinking glasses or taking a few sips... "Hmm, seems not bad..."
"I agree, but it could be even better!" I said, setting aside the cup.
"M? Mmm!" and yes, I decided to "enhance" the taste of the truly excellent wine with the taste of the truly excellent girl's lips.
She, overcoming her initial surprise, began to respond with pleasure, even wriggling her toned butt on my thighs. And at the moment when we usually paused for a break, I raised my hand and placed it on the sorceress's mound. Her pulse immediately jumped, and her breathing faltered, but... eye to eye, a second, another, and... the beauty's kiss moved from my lips to my neck. And she didn't protest at all when my other hand reached for the clasp of her cloak... and the "key" to the "swimsuit" was located nearby. Moreover, Raven, breathing heavily, only pressed herself harder against me, pressing her chest into my palm. And clearly allowing me to go further. I won't say it was the last straw and I let go of the brakes, but we'd been heading toward this for a long time, and if so, why not now? My hand clicked the clasp, releasing the upper piece of fabric from her garment into free flight to the cave floor.
Meanwhile, the sorceress's hands caressed my nape, descended to my shoulders, and her lips continued to caress my neck. The girl clearly didn't know what to do next, perhaps except for the most "general direction." And such inexperience, even innocence, turned me on even more. So I continued to caress the nicely fitting mounds of the sorceress through the tight but very dense fabric, enjoying the scent of her hair. But... I wanted more. So I slightly moved away from Raven, who somehow unnoticedly and in passing had transitioned into her human form, more comfortable for her.
"Hmmm..." her breathing became much louder, her slightly clouded gaze slid over my hand, which continued to caress her breast. The girl's cheeks darkened... and she tentatively tried to caress me.
"I think... " I moved to the clasp of her suit, "this should be taken off..." she closed her eyes and convulsively nodded.
The "swimsuit's" lock clicked softly, allowing me to hook the upper part of the sorceress's suit and begin to slowly pull it down. Now the lower part of her graceful neck was revealed, to which I didn't fail to attach my lips to evoke a flow of sweet goosebumps and an almost imperceptible, even to me, shiver of the girl. The fabric continued to slide down, revealing more and more new sights. Collarbones, the upper part of the breast, and then a little more—and, swaying slightly, the beauty's breast also came "free." The "large oranges" beckoned the gaze, the nipples had already excitedly hardened, and the small but well-defined areolas around completed the picture of perfect harmony. True, I wasn't allowed to admire for long, as she shyly squeaked and covered herself. I had to "calm" the shy one, first catching her lips in a new kiss and caressing her fully exposed shoulders. Then—move lower. And even lower, until my lips kissed the delicate fingers of the covering lady. Caressing Raven's waist with my right hand, with my left I took her hand and brought it to my mouth.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you," looking into her eyes, I quietly said and kiss the sorceress's hand again.
"It's... embarrassing..." she averted her gaze and shrank a little, and this confession the lady whispered so quietly that even I could barely hear it. Which, however, only added to her attractiveness. This innocence and modesty, mmm. How could one resist?
"You have nothing to be ashamed of," I smiled, enjoying how the blush spread over the sorceress. Especially in those places where my immodest gaze fell.
Not letting the girl completely panic, I moved her hand away and approached the beauty's face again. The new kiss was accompanied not only by a gentle caress of her tongue with mine but also by a careful caress of the lower part of my partner's breast. Then slide a little higher, and now my palm completely covers her mound, feeling how the tense peak presses into the very center. Now let's switch to kissing the neck, and...
"Ah-ah-ah!" Raven was very sensitive and reacted extremely vividly even to the most innocent and simple caresses, again and again challenging my already almost non-existent self-control.
Encouraged by such reactions, I gradually moved my kisses down to the girl's breast, finally getting the opportunity to fully enjoy the taste of her "twins," tracing the areolas with my tongue, and even gently biting the nipples with my lips. Adding to this gentle caresses of her back, butt, sometimes shoulders and neck with a "return" via the breast... I tried very hard, caressing the trusting little girl, and wasn't in a hurry, although, God knows, I wanted to hurry—the lack of experience in Raven showed, and as pleasant as her moans and the sight of the girl with her pleasure-bitten lip were, I wanted to get my own share. But my persistence was rewarded, and after another heavy and hot sigh, the sorceress softly screamed, then relaxed and collapsed onto me. A blissful smile appeared on her face. Someone was clearly feeling very good.
"Let's go to bed," I whispered in the girl's ear, and she responded with an awkward nod, clinging to me tighter.
Standing up and walking turned out to be a bit more difficult than I thought—the pants standing "tent-like" got in the way. Fortunately, the suit control continued to work properly, so I could just order it to get off me, and then scoop up my beauty under her butt and finally make it to and lower my precious cargo onto the tanned skins. Finding myself on the bed, I pulled off Raven's boots, and then—finally rid her of the suit. And allowed myself to admire the excited naked beauty before me. Rapid breathing, excitedly rising high breasts, flat tummy, toned thighs... A divine sight. I also saw perfectly well and the completely smooth "peach" of her lower lips, glistening with the juices of the past discharge and teasing my sense of smell with the aroma of a craving woman. Smiling at the revealed sight and how the girl shyly averted her gaze from me but no longer tried to cover herself with her hands, I lay down next to her and pulled her to me.
The sorceress clearly enjoyed the horizontal kisses, as well as my hands, which began to travel over her body: shoulders, again "torturing" her breast a little, continuing to practice tongue wrestling with her, and now I finally reached the most intimate and began to caress the sorceress between her legs. The girl reflexively moved these very legs, thereby only pressing my hand harder into herself, allowing me to feel the heat of her pussy, knead the tender lips with my fingers, and gently touch the tense clitoris. For a few minutes, I leisurely caressed this shy beauty, giving her time to get used to it and relax. The efforts were not in vain, and gradually the girl's legs parted. Breaking off another kiss, I caught the beauty's hand, with which she was caressing my chest, and slowly but steadily moved it to my groin. Raven glanced down.
"Mmm..." and tentatively began to stroke and squeeze "Little Henry" with her fingers. I smiled encouragingly at her; though the caress was very clumsy, the desire and eagerness to give me pleasure were in abundance. The sorceress even turned on her side to make it more convenient... um, "work with the magic wand." And, of course, I continued to play with her slit, caressing her shoulders and now slightly swollen lips.
"Raven," after some time, I whispered to the slightly adapted girl, "I love you... and I desperately want..."
"I... too..." she exhaled. "B-but... I don't know how at all..." a wild mix of embarrassment, tenderness, shame, and desire. It was just something. Indescribable and wonderful.
"Just relax," I stroked her hair, gently laying her back on her back and hovering above, "now accept me," I positioned myself with my member against her so enticing virgin slit, which, thanks to my efforts, had already become quite lubricated and was now pulsing, really wanting to accept me. Now move your hips, sinking deeper and deeper into this narrow, hot, and elastic haven. And now emerge. To sink again a little deeper. And then again and again.
"Ah-ah-ah!" the girl tightly clutched me, both with her hands, pressing me to herself, and in another place. "Ugh," her breaths alternated with kisses. Convulsive, awkward, sharp. But very passionate. On the next "swing," I broke through some "obstacle" and sank to the full length, and now the young woman beneath me screamed—more from surprise than pain; after all, I tried to bring her to this moment in maximum "readiness," and, apparently, I succeeded.
"Are you okay?" I stopped, continuing to caress my partner, stroking her weak spots, and waiting for her to get a little used to it.
"Y-yes... I read about this, l-let's continue!" Raven wiped away the tears that had formed and pushed her pelvis forward herself, pressing into me and "encouraging," albeit very clumsily, but very sincerely.
Not to respond to that would have been sacrilege, and besides, I had no such thoughts, so I again caught those wonderful gray lips in a kiss, caressed the cheerfully swaying breast of the beauty, and continued to enter my girlfriend's developed slit, enjoying her heat. Gradually, the beauty's breathing became heavier again, and her exhalations and panting began to be replaced by soft moans of pleasure and not-so-soft screams. And I myself was getting closer and closer to the peak. So when my girl screamed again and arched, clenching me with her loins, I also released, managing to pull out at the last moment. I don't know about the fertility of half-demons and biological weapons based on Kryptonian genes, but I didn't want to test this in our situation. Besides, the sight of my seed marking the belly and chest of now definitely and unequivocally my woman aroused something predatory and wild. And it also felt good. Damn good.
Admiring my heavily breathing girlfriend, who was also in blissful ecstasy, I was about to lie down next to her again, embrace this wonder, kiss her (and get something to clean up), when suddenly...
"Oh... How good..." Raven stretched out contentedly.
"You're magnificent," I honestly admitted.
"I want more!" It was stated ultimatum-like, and the timbre of her voice changed slightly. Slightly, but I could catch it.
"Wh..." I was silenced with a kiss, and...
In the next moment, the gray-skinned beauty turned into a red-skinned demoness, and my gaze was met by four eyes glowing with crimson light.
A second of detachment, a movement of a graceful hand with black nails, which were not far from being called "claws," and all traces of our first time disappeared. The girl's lips spread into a blissfully insane and very naughty smile, and I was silenced with a new kiss. Sharp, rough. Wildly passionate and full of impatience. And at what moment I found myself on my back on the bed and the demonized Raven on top of me, I simply couldn't figure out. And I didn't want to, because the girl, lifting herself, had already directed my member into herself and sharply descended.
"Yes-s-s-s!" The movement of her hips, still as clumsy, but full of enthusiasm, caused me sweet languor. "I love you!" And, leaning down, the beauty gave me another kiss.
Well, this was still the same Raven, albeit somewhat "wild." And that meant she needed to be "tamed" again.
Placing my hands on the girl's hips, I began to guide her, showing her how to move better and more pleasantly. The room was again filled with female moans and screams. Ahead was clearly a long and intense "battle," but damn me if I object! It was the best night of my life.