Demon Control (Tangerine and Terra)
 

Having been unimpressed and hardly intrigued by what her dear teammates did in the living room, she walked into the lift and offered them a fleeting goodbye. She intended to be in her room for the rest of the day, meditating. Alone, quiet, and peaceful. Almost.

As the lift door closed and the car moved in the tower, Raven leaned back against the wall. Her soft bottom pressed against it, rubbing up and down. She kinda had an itch. For a certain activity. One that was often used to put those who had been naughty in their place. The introverted heroine didn't feel the need to talk about this little desire of hers, but it just didn't feel the same when she did it by herself either.

Asking one of her teammates for it? “Yeah.. Not a chance.” Raven quickly dismissed the idea. Perhaps she could trust the dark arts in rolling a die and picking a partner for her needs at random?

Once she was in her moody room, she put her hood on. Underneath her cloak, she had her long-sleeve leotard clung to her figure. She sat on the floor and started to mumble an incantation. The candles went dim, some stray papers twirling in the air. Her crooked wardrobe shook in the corner. Its doors finally shot open, after her magic transported someone into it through another dimension.

“No questions.” Raven narrowed her large violet eyes at her guest and continued to instruct him. “Sit down. Not a fan of looking up at others.”

Somnus, known also as Sam, wasn’t a typical teenager. He may have been 18 going on 19, but he had a strength and agility to him that people didn’t expect from his slender and almost lithe appearance. Some did think he was superpowered, but he never did anything to confirm or deny this. While he didn’t have a job, per se, he did have his ways to get money.

When he sensed magic, he did try to resist it, as many would if they could, but he could only resist for a few brief seconds before he found himself transported through space. Amusingly, he was teleported while he was practicing parkour, so he appeared in Raven’s room in the middle of a somersault-esque move, but he still landed on his feet as if this wasn’t something totally sudden. As he saw Raven and heard her speak, he did start to say something, but decided it wasn’t worth the headache and instead silently sat down, taking in the room and his surroundings.

It was a flashy entrance, she had to give him that. Funny timing, she supposed, and ended up giving a single sarcastic clap. Other than that though, she wasn’t awfully impressed with whom her magic seemed to pick for the task at hand. At first glance, he didn’t look like someone who packed that great of a punch frankly. Well she herself hardly had an imposing frame, but she was also half-demon, powerful and challenging to deal with.

To reveal her pale visage, Raven pulled her hood off. “Alright. I’m.. Well, I suppose you’re not living under a rock to not know.” Although she wasn't a natural poser or as photogenic as her Tamaranean teammate, the renowned heroine thought she was a recognisable individual, to some extent.

“Anyway.” Raven got to her feet, turning around and walking up to the door. “Before you cry out, I didn't bring you as a sacrifice in a demonic ritual.” One of her hands found the door knob, locking the door. With the other, she reached back to slide her cloak to the side. It exposed one of her bum cheeks. “Ogling?” she then asked, sharply facing him again. “Good. I need a… helping hand with it.”

Somnus slightly rolled his eyes at Raven’s sarcastic clap, having recovered pretty quickly from his surprise landing. As the girl lowered her cloak and gave a half-assed introduction, he had a subtle smirk on his face. “Of course. Who wouldn’t recognize the least boring of the Titans?” He remarked with his own hint of sarcasm as he watched her move around.

When told he wasn’t going to be used as a sacrifice or something, he had to resist the urge to just laugh at the notion. But before he said anything, he saw Raven turn and move her cloak. He admittedly did gaze at the exposed cheek, a small blush appearing on his face that grew more visible upon Raven’s next statement. Of course, he had an idea of what she meant, but he didn’t want to jump the gun… too much, anyway. As soon as Raven finished her sentence, Somnus stepped over and gave her a deceptively sharp smack to the exposed cheek.

Most would argue with that actually; she being the most fun titan. Given her underwhelming personality and watered down enthusiasm, she was hardly the most entertaining member of her overly cheerful team. She was aware of it really, and seemingly didn't care. “Whatever. You're not here for flattery,” Raven said to him in return. Of course, spilling out nice words wasn't the only way to compliment someone. Under certain circumstances, even causing pain could be a way of showing one's appreciation for certain body parts.

Having the first smack of the evening so early was a surprise, even though it was semi-provoked. She hadn't even mentioned it directly. So it kinda caught her off guard, ripping an “oww” from the heroine. Quickly turning to him, she glared at this Somnus guy. At the same time, corners of her lips turned up into a faint smirk. It was a bold move. And she liked it.

“A no-nonsense type, huh?” She asked, undoing her cloak and letting it slide down her body. In the background, a chair skid across the floor by itself, stopping behind him. “Have a seat.” She pushed her guest onto it, trusting he wouldn't mind sitting down for a bit. She herself leaned down, holding both of his knees and drawing her face closer to his. “What was your name?”

Somnus couldn’t help but smirk at the reaction, especially the verbal “oww” he heard. As Raven turned to glare at him, he reciprocated the look with a glare of his own, but his had a teasing air to it and his eyes shifted to represent that of a serpent’s for a split second. Seeing the girl smirk, he couldn’t help but grin even more as he noticed that his action made a decent impression.

“I have my moments, especially when my interest is piqued or some.. prey has revealed itself.” He replied to being called “no-nonsense”. The way the word “prey” was said was very much to gauge Raven’s response to it, sitting as he was pushed onto the chair. His red eyes shifted to their normal appearance as he took in the Titan’s appearance, a faint blush forming as their faces were closer to each other’s. “Actual name is Somnus, but a lot of people stick to Sam. It’s easier for them to say, I guess.” He answered, shrugging at the last bit. He didn’t mind the shorter name, but the excuse people used to not use his actual name was puzzling to him.

Perhaps her magic hadn't been so very random while picking this individual. There were telltale signs that strongly hinted that he wasn't a mere human. Conveniently so, as that could be very well necessary to deal with this half-demon.

After giving his knees a squeeze, she pulled herself back, straightening her body. “And who said ravens are prey and not predatory?” The assertive titan asked. In truth, they were both, depending on who they were against. Given all that talk about birds, she didn't feel the need to tell him her name, since he knew it. Well, there was her alias too, Rachel. Though, that was rarely used in the tower.

“Well Sammy, it's not bad to meet you. Though, this meeting also never happened,” Raven suggested. In her own way, saying that she preferred to keep this discreet. After all, she couldn't have let the word out that she invited strangers in to occasionally give her what she deserved.

Playing the predator herself, she began to walk around him. A natural sway accompanied her hips. Alright, maybe it wasn't totally natural, but exaggerated. That out of the way, she became more outspoken. “Should we cut to the chase and have me over your knee already?”

Somnus couldn’t help but lick his lips lightly at the conversation about predator and prey, smirking somewhat. While he wasn’t affiliated with any groups in the “hero” community, he was quite the vigilante and did understand the predatory thrill it could come with. At Raven’s hint of keeping this interaction a secret, he gave a wide smirk, showing his fangs. “Of course this never happened.” He agreed, watching as Raven walked around him. He followed with his eyes, intrigued by what she was doing.

“Do you need a safe word, little bird?” He asked with a teasing grin, watching to see how she reacted. There definitely was a part of him that wanted to just grab her wrist and pull her across his lap, but he was the type to try and understand the full “assignment” that was being offered to him.

“Never happened, yeah,” Raven repeated. Not that she cared what other people taught about this little fantasy of her, but.. Actually she did care, she supposed, and was shy about others finding it out.

She stood beside him finally. Her elbows bent, she rested her forearms flat across his lap, propping herself on it. Her tush naturally raised a bit at the back, more of her leotard entering her crack. This little bird wasn't as little below the waist after all.

“Well, it's orange, if you must know,” the heroine answered. Though she doubted it would be needed. Why would it? She was a renowned hero, a dark sorceress who wielded forces from realms beyond human imagination. It would be funny for her to wave the white flag as a result of a little bum whacking.

Somnus couldn’t help but smirk at Raven getting over his lap, a faint blush appearing as he saw her pale cheeks facing him. As he reflexively patted the cheeks and nodded at the response to a safe word, he patted her left cheek for a brief moment before raising his head. After a beat, he let it smack down with a loud SLAP!sound with sone decent force, a faint handprint appearing. Almost as soon as the sound ended, he slapped the other cheek before picking up the speed and slapping each cheek alternatively, creating a consistent smacking sound.

“I figured I’d start you off easy.” Somnus lightly teased, taking a brief moment to rub Raven’s bottom before his spanks resumed, his free hand reflexive resting on her back to give him better aim. He was tempted to “scold” her while he smacked her bottom, but wasn’t sure if that would be appreciated, so he kept mostly quiet for now. To add some randomness, he occasionally let a harder smack fall, grinning faintly as he noticed a faint ripple in the pinkening skin. .

After waiting a few more seconds to give him a chance to pull her into the proper position, Raven just did it herself. Supposedly, the little love taps she received on the bum conveyed the same anyway. So she pushed herself further across his lap and bent over there. Her half-exposed bottom perched down, and shifted into the proper alignment.

While otk, she wasn’t tall enough to have both her feet and hands on the floor. On the other hand, she was wide enough, in certain areas that is, to cover his entire lap.

Waiting for that first smack had always been exciting for the heroine. When she eventually got it, she took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly.

She was a powerful half-demon, whose exotic abilities came from her soul self and her connection to other realms. Unlike someone like Starfire though, she was rather human without magic. As such, her bottom rippled as much as any other supple 19-year-old goth’s when hit.

Although there weren't any distinct yelps, the way her body jolted after a well-placed smack suggested that she felt his hand quite well. “Warning me up, are you?” she said. A relatively easy start was indeed a good idea. It put her into the mood really. “Mm~” She softly breathed out as he massaged her renowned bottom. Following that, her bottom happily welcomed his palm. “Ung- Oh.. Oww!” Whole groaning faintly, she let out a yelp upon receiving one of the harder ones.

Somnus was relatively new to spanking, well, giving one at any rate. His mentor had delivered several before, especially since Somnus used to be pretty reckless. While he had only given a few spankings before, they were mostly toward street-level criminals that he’d rather not send to prison with broken bones. But thanks to this, he knew how to adjust his strength and such for smacking backsides. Upon realizing how much he may be able to use some of his abilities while spanking this.. admittedly cute heroine, he was definitely appreciating the sounds of him spanking her and the yelps he heard from it.

“Is this too much already?” He asked, rather teasingly, as he gave her right cheek a light pinch. He kept his thoughts of her having such a nice bottom for spanking to himself and raised his palm to smack her bottom some more. Adding some surprise to the mix, he’d occasionally smack twice instead of once when he moved to a different cheek. After a moment, he paused and gave quite the hard smack to the center of her bottom that showed the previous smacks barely had any strength behind them. If Raven was as intuitive as Somnus thought, he had a feeling she’d know that he was still holding back quite a bit. Another similar strength spank then landed twice, one for each cheek.

“Or are you hungry for an upgrade?”

Her pale bottom wasn't exceptionally difficult to mark. It was the opposite really. A curvy canvas that allowed any bum enthusiast to be creative. Starting from the first smack of the day, it’d begun to turn pink already. A heat map of sorts, showing where on her hero bum she was given more love.

“Too much? Oh, didn't know you were a comedian,” Raven answered. Being defeated by merely a few smacks? The confident heroine treated the suggestion as a joke. “Oop-” At the focused sting caused by a pinch, she instinctively pulled an arm back and rubbed the spot. Her hand didn't stay there long though. She removed it to render her bottom unprotected again.

Said unprotected state was being put to use again. Her bottom didn't disobey the laws of physics like she sometimes did as a magic user, and wobbled more when there was more momentum. “Ow.” Those hard smacks loosened her tongue too. “Oww!” More so when they were given right after the previous one.

This particular activity tended to make her feel more modest. Thus, in terms of not becoming a power hungry dark sorceress, it helped her in a way. For the sake of the world, she should be hungry for other things instead. “Why not?” Raven responded. “I can be a greedy girl sometimes.”

Somnus quite enjoyed the sounds Raven was making as she was spanked over his knee. As he listened to both her response and the yelps, he paused to rub her cheeks for a moment before giving a light squeeze to her left cheek. One thing noticeable with said squeeze was that Somnus had claws that very lightly dug into the skin. Of course, there was only enough pressure applied to provide a bit of a pinprick sensation and nothing more. After a moment, he cracked his neck and leaned in to whisper.

“If you insist~” He said in her ear, an attempt to add a bit of teasing to his tone. After saying it, he unleashed a flurry of sharp spanks all around her bottom as if his hand was doing a dance number. He even added Raven’s sit-spots to his target area, the force of his smacks remaining as sharp as the prior ones, but with the speed he was now showing added to the mix.

“You’re looking pretty red back here. I can feel some heat building even when I’m not touching your backside.” He teased, but did rub the goth’s glowing globes.

By its nature, this particular punishment method became worse as it went on and didn't get easier with time. The colour of her tush, and how much it hurt, they were linked. Since her pink bottom did the opposite of turning pale, the sting increased each time. Those smacks surely stacked up, making things more challenging for Raven in return. This was hardly her first time, and she was quite accustomed to the way a proper spanking worked. This needle-like prickle on her skin though, that was new.

“What?” the confused heroine mouthed. As he whispered in her ear, she asked. “Are you holding something in your hand?” It hinted that she didn't quite know what this guy was capable of.

Less of a cherry blossom, more of a rose. When it came to the shade of her bottom, that was the likely scenario after the barrage of swift smack Sam unleashed. Her bubbly buttocks sprang back and forth. “Oww!.. O-hoh!” Genuine yelps came out of the heroine. Not only her bottom, but the rest of her body danced too as she squirmed over his knee. “G-ah!” When struck, her sit-spots made her a louder girl. In the meantime.

There was some panting involved when he took a break. After the last set of smacks she received, his hand felt nice as it ran over her bottom, while he funnily talked about not touching it. “It can't be that red already,” Raven said, sounding to be in disbelief. She didn't look back to confirm it either, as it actually felt like it was indeed pretty red.

Somnus was quite amused by his spankee’s squirms and audible yelps as his flurry of smacks had the desired effect. “Now, I’m almost tempted to have something in my hand since you mentioned it.” He teased, resting his hand on her warm cheeks after a moment. Upon hearing Raven’s disbelief at how red her backside was, the boy couldn’t help but briefly chuckle. “They’re almost the same shade of red as my eyes.” He pointed out, deciding to be “mean” and lightly tug on her outfit, making it wedge itself deeper into her crack.

As he rubbed Raven’s glowing bottom, a few thoughts ran through his mind. Part of him was enjoying teasing her, especially since her reactions made her even cuter. Another part of him wanted to surprise her with something else; to show he had more tricks up his sleeve. At this point, though, he was happy to just rub her backside while he considered his next move. Though, to keep the girl on her toes, he did occasionally squeeze or swat her cheeks.

Having something in his hand, other than a bum cheek at that, probably meant using an implement of sorts. Though there was also an uncertainty to him. So it was possible that it had some other meaning.

“Getting possessive, are you?” Raven asked as he casually held one of her cheeks cupped underneath his fingers, as if he owned that use-to-be pale orb. In a way, it wasn't wrong. At the moment, he had more control over her bottom than she did. There was this expression: to have something at one’s fingertips? It was quite fitting in this case.

Although she stayed silent during it, being rendered more exposed felt exciting. Upon stretching upwards, the crotch of her suit dug itself into her bum, causing her cheeks to pop free on either side.

Especially when they had been warmed up priorly, the rubbing felt good, encouraging little moans during the occasional squeezes. “I feel like you're the one who's getting hungry now,” she suggested, letting out a muffled yelp following it, “Ngh-”

“I could be getting possessive, or I could just be adept at know what to say.” Somnus replied, giving her exposed sit-spots a trio of slaps each as he spoke. Hearing the moans due to his rubbing of her bottom, he couldn’t help but blush even more and lightly pat each cheek. After a moment, he focused and gave a couple good smacks to the tops of Raven’s thighs, an area previously untouched during the spanking.

“Maybe I am getting hungry,” he said with a subtle hiss in his voice. As he said this, he gave a couple more smacks to her sit-spots before very subtly biting part of her neck. As with his claws earlier, his teeth barely poked the skin on her neck before he sat up more straight. After a short pause to gauge her reaction, he delivered another flurry to the goth’s reddening cheeks, very similar to the sharp and swift barrage from just previously.

Somnus did have a few vague ideas in mind, one being using his claws to snip part of the leotard around her backside. It would mostly be for the embarrassment factor, but he held the thought back as he felt it would be overstepping, so he wouldn’t be doing that. The other idea he had made him smirk devilishly and he took a deep breath and paused the flurry of spanks both to rest his hand and to concentrate. After a moment, a slender tail appeared from behind him and rose, swinging into Raven’s butt with a loud SWISH-WHACK sound that would feel like a thin, light strap. As his tail swayed afterward, it looked a thin dragon tail.

It seemed Sam intended to make her think about him whenever she had a seat after this. Her poor sit spots. They were quicker to get red, and produced a sharper noise due to their more flat surface. It also hurt more. “Y-ah!” Raven squeaked when he focused on them. And of course, going for the back of her thighs was even more evil. “A-hah!” Ripples run up her soft thighs, fading upon reaching her lower buttocks. In terms of making her voice crack in pain, those were the areas to work on for sure.

So, he wanted to play the vampire then. Or the werewolf? “Hey, no biting,” the heroine said. That being said, his hand bit too. Especially when he unleashed a second wave of quickly administered hard smacks on her red bottom.

There was her goth rump, wobbling like no one's business again. In the meantime, their owner had difficulty preserving her quiet and reserve nature. “Oww! Hoh! By Azar… Owie!” During her squirming, she slipped a little over his knees. Her hands perched on the floor, while her boots rose in the back.

When Somnus finally paused, she could almost imagine steam coming up from her rosy cheeks. Unexpectedly, she soon received a hit that stood out from the previous ones. “Eep-” Her head snapped back for a moment before she turned to see what was going on. “Oh. You have a tail now? Full of surprises.”

Somnus grinned at how vocal Raven was being, especially in tandem with the loud spanks to her red cheeks. At being told not to bite, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself and give her a couple of teasing squeezes to her cheeks. Upon her reaction to his tail cracking against her butt and her response, he smirked. “What can I say? I quite like seeing people’s reactions.” He said, his tail giving another spank, this time to her sit-spots.

“Are you repentant yet, little bird?” He decided to playfully scold, his hand massaging Raven’s steaming cheeks as his tail rested behind him. He gave a few teasing pats as he listened for her answer, deciding to take this moment to rub and slightly soothe the glowing cheeks.

Unsurprisingly, being lashed across her sensitive sit spots stung quite a bit. This time, both sides were hit spontaneously too. “G-ack!” The heroine’s body jolted in pain. A more-or-less continuous mark in the form of a line was left across her skin right below her round cheeks. This guy surely knew how to make a raven croak.

Regarding summoning someone who knew how to swat a tush properly, she didn't really have any regrets. It made things fun really, satisfying her better. “As a demon, I might have some sins, I guess,” she admitted, enjoying the feeling of having a hand on her bum, playing with it. It was difficult for her to hide that she was a lady who liked this treatment. “Hm..” Raven hummed. “Do I repent of them tho? I'm not so sure,” she claimed. “Do you think letting boys fondle my bottom should be counted as one of those sins?”

Somnus listened as Raven spoke, occasionally smacking her rosy cheeks instead of rubbing and lightly squeezing them to keep her on her toes. As he nodded along, he couldn’t help but smirk a little. Upon her saying she didn’t think of repenting for her sins, Somnus unleashed a flurry of sharp spanks all around her bottom and sit-spots as if on cue. After the 30-second burst of spanks, he gave each cheek a nice squeeze.

“Maybe~” He answered with a bit of tease to his voice, tracing the lines on her backside that his tail had made a little bit prior. “Especially since you could consider this kidnapping or false imprisonment.” He added, leaning close to her ear to taunt softly, “Not that I mind that much or would turn you in.”

In the end, deserving brats had to just admit their wrongdoings and learn to feel a sense of regret for committing them. Well, this wannabe goth was no brat. Though, she also wasn't that far away from assuming the title. And earning more titles potentially.

At the moment, her cheeks were too red for the heroine to hold back her whimpers. Especially when he beat her poor tush as hard as he did. “Oww!” she yelped as Somnus smacked her famous bum. “Owie!” She yelped when he did it again. And during the rest, she wasn’t quiet either. Yelping and squirming and bouncing. Yea, it didn't look quite heroic. It was hot though, rather sensual. Through her bottom, he’d undeniably established some level of control over her.

“Oh, the summoning’s gone wrong cliche, huh?” she said. It was true that she had kinda snatched him out of his place and into hers. Like she enjoyed being a lap warmer, it was clear Sam didn't feel upset about being there as a kidnapee either. “Turning on rather,” she responded to his whisper accordingly.