Raven’s Secret (Tangerine and invader-yor)

[Tangerine]

Following a well-earned hot shower after sunset, Raven returned to her room on the third floor of the iconic T-shaped tower that housed her team. Yeah, her team. That noisy band of heroes… She was hoping that she would be able to spend the rest of the day, or night for that matter, without an uncalled interruption from her dear teammates. That didn’t mean, however, she sought total silence. There was a particular sound she wished to fill her room that particular evening. Probably in a rhythmic manner.

A moody little library-cum-bedroom, how her room looked at first glance. There was a certain order to it, but it wasn’t perfectly orderly, given the candles and piles of books cluttered up the place.

As she unwrapped it, the white towel that hugged the nineteen-year-old heroine's damp form rained down her body, pooling at her feet. Thanks to her pale skin, the bare heroine stood out like a floor lamp in her dim room, her hips forming the widest part of her 5'4" tall silhouette.

Legs through the leg holes, arms through the sleeves. Her lycra costume snapped onto her body like a second skin. It was fairly tight. Her dark leotard stretched as she wore it, the fabric gluing itself to her skin. Like usual, the back of the crotch region wanted to dig itself into her crack. And partially did. Her hooded clock flew towards the girl, allowing the heroine to don it as the garment curtained her backside. Instead of her regular costume, perhaps she could have worn something special for the occasion. “Whatever.” She figured that wasn’t necessary.

Once dressed up, Raven pulled out a simple wooden chair, having a seat in the middle of her bedroom. "Hmm..." She started flipping the pages of a book that sat in her lap until she found the mostly harmless summoning spell she was searching for.

It was an evening in which her demon side predominated over her human side. And demons tended to be naughty. And horny. Like how she felt at the moment. She intended to do something about that particular state of mind. With someone's help. Thus, Raven began to chant, uttering a spell from her book. Half-closed violet eyes watched carefully as a portal opened before her, spitting out a seemingly random someone into her room.

Sharply, she slammed the book shut. With that, the portal closed. “Could have been better.” After studying her guest a bit, she talked to herself. “Hello. I’m Raven.”

[invader-yor]

Miles away, in an unassuming residence of Jump City, was an ordinary man. He worked an ordinary comic book shop part time, and had the perfectly ordinary ambitions of animating for a career one day. Apart from climpsing the local heroes in the sky every so often, nothing much exciting happened to him.

Nathan slung his bag on the hook by the front door. One hand held his cup of real-world coffee, the other racking through his black hair. He lake-blue eyes, shadowed by visible bags under them. He had the unshaved face of a man working too late, which combined with his unkempt hair gave him a bit of a raggedy look. Not unattractive, but nothing you’d look twice at, and for a quiet kinda guy that was okay with him. All that attention meant a lot of effort, and emotion, and likely heart break in the all. Human beings in general were someone exhausting…

if that sounded like a lonely life to live, you weren’t wrong either. In a word though, nathan was content with that.
He made his way back up to his sanctulm, a simple one bedroom with a queen bed, a computer desk, and an overly LEDed gaming computer that cost more than anything else in the room. Now adays he used the machine more to jerk off than play anything, but he still enjoyed the option. He was in the middle of debating on which of these two he’d be spending his evening joining when it happened.

The floor opened up underneath him, and with a yelp he fell downwards. Hot wind whipped past his ears, and though he screamed no sound came out. It was a nightmare, but just as soon as it started it ended. Nathan found himself tumbling to his feet, skidding to keep balance before he blew right into a stranger.

“Woah! Hey! Duck!” It was the first thing that came to mind, but he ended up grabbing her by the shoulders to keep from barreling her over. Then he blinked. He recognized her… those smooth, round, features, and violet eyes as piercing as daggers. His hands retracted like he received an electric shock. It was her! A titan, a super hero! Not just any super hero, no no no, out of all of the heroes to run in it just had to be *her*.

“R-Raven… y-yeah I know who you are.” A stream of images and web searches ran by his brain, and his cheeks began to flare. “I… I’m sorry I’m a bit turned around, I-I didin’t mean to interupt.” nathan was a good foot taller than Raven, but still stammared like she was a ten foot body builder threatening him.

[Tangerine]

Given the nature of the spell she used, it was nearly impossible to know whom her magic would choose to bring in. Or if there was even a choosing process in the first place. Something of a lottery. For an orderly person who liked certainty, it was perhaps a bit odd that Raven enjoyed the unpredictability aspect of the occasion. Or maybe she was too shy to handpick someone and ask, “Hey, would you like to spank me?” It was easier to let the spell appoint that someone for her. She still had to perform the second part herself, asking that odd question.

Just an ordinary man, she supposed. Yeah, she thought, it couldn’t get more ordinary than that. Nothing awfully special, it seemed. Thankfully, giving a gal a couple of slaps on the butt didn’t really require a delicate skillset. Anyone could do it, really. When it came to doing a good job at it though, it probably needed a certain talent. And a certain affection for butts. In this case, her grey and round one.

A gifted heroine, for sure. But she had never been a social girl. Preferred loneliness. Tended to keep others at an arm’s length. Thus, she didn’t like being touched. When his hands left her narrow shoulders, she subtly looked at one of her shoulders, before directing her gaze at him again. Excitement, fear, or anxiety. She couldn’t quite tell how he felt. Surely surprised, though. That seemed obvious. Rightfully so. “Wrong bird…” Raven squinted. But offered a small smile when he uttered her name. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

It wasn’t that surprising this particular civilian knew who she was. Unlike some of her other team members, she tried to keep a low profile, but sometimes that was impossible. As the man offered his apologies, for what even he probably didn’t know, Raven elected to stare at him silently for a moment. “Sure…”

Getting up, she turned around and unhurried walked towards the end of the room. “I’m aware that the probability of you knowing me is high.” Raven slowly opened the door. Sticking her head outside, she checked the hallway, which was empty. “That’s not why I told you my name.” Pulling herself back, she closed the door again. A little click, and she locked it as well. “I was giving you an excuse to tell me yours.” As she walked back towards him, the heroine glanced across her room. The bed, the armchair in the corner, the table, and finally the chair behind which she came to a stop. They had some options.

“You didn’t interrupt me.” Raven suggested. “I need your help. With something.” With something pale, round, smooth, and currently hidden behind a cloak, she had yet to explain. “So… Do you have the time?”

[invader-yor]

You may recall those nature documentories, where a gazelle will stare at a big cat in case it attacks. That’s very much the manner Nathan is carrying himself as he watches Raven cross from one side of her bedroom to the other. And yet, he can’t admiring how beautiful she was. Nathan didn’t just know of Raven, she was his favorite… and not entirely for innocent reasons either. Some part of his brain was in panic mode because of this, but he tried to rationalize that there was no way she could know… unless… oh god she wasn’t a mind reader was she?

“Right! Names! Stupid, stupid, stupid” He beat himself out side of the head at his floundering social skills, this while she locked her bedroom door. He missed it. “I’m Nathan, Nathan Daniels. My friends just call me Nate, uhm… y-you can call me Nate too, if you want! We just met, so it might b-be a bit early to call eachother friends but I- Uhm.”

Raven really was like a pretator. Her expression was calm, focused, yet intense as she stepped closer and closer to the human, until his back was agasint the wall. This close from her, he couldn’t help but marvel in her pressence. Her smooth, ashen, thighs framed by her cloak, or the tight nature of her one piece leotard that seemed to caress her curves. Had her costume always been this reveal? Not even revealing, just teasing.

Nathan swallowed the lump in his throat at her words, his fingers clutching desperately behind him and only finding the smooth surface of her bedroom wall. She was close enough to smell now, causing Nathan’s heart to hammer agasint his rib cage. She was so beautiful… so dark and mysterious it tauntalized his imagination and his senses.

“A favor? From… from me? Hehehe, I-I didn’t think the titans would need a geek like me to help the.” He rubbed the back of his head, baffled that he was asking him for help. Stupid! He thought, with another smack to the back of the head. The hottest super hero in any affiliation was asking for your help, could you do yourself a favor and play being cool for two minutes? “I’d be happy to though…. Of course.” He leaned on a nearby table, forcing a smile on his face. “Anything for the most gorgeous girl on the team.”
Great…. Right from loser to creep, way to go Nate.

[Tangerine]

As a gifted heroine who inherited demonic powers, she certainly didn't need to lock the door to keep an ordinary human inside. It was rather to keep others outside, since some of them had an annoying habit of barging in. Especially a redheaded alien.

"Nate. Alright." Raven simply repeated the name of her partner. "You can act as if we're friends then." From outside this might not be very clear, but she didn’t have many friends admittedly. She just was a difficult woman with antics to put up with. And happened to be quite self-enclosed too. Which was necessary in her case. To keep her emotions, and thus her powers in check. Perhaps that was the reason she sought this type of random activities. "For today."

Big violet eyes were narrowed at him next. "Oh, you think that is funny?" Raven asked as her guest let out a chuckle. "Me asking for a favour?" Already up against the wall, there wasn't any room left for him to draw himself away from her. Slowly, the gothic heroine stepped towards him, her boots clacking across the room. When she eventually stopped, she crossed her arms. With one finger, she pointed at the table he stood near. "So, that's your choice." Without giving him any context, she wondered. "Thought it'd be the chair. But fine, I guess." It was a relatively small, round table, covered with a couple of books at the moment.

Like any other girl, she too quite liked receiving compliments. He paid him a nice one. And it didn’t sound creepy. Still, other than a “hmm” Raven ignored it for the most part. Ripping a reaction out of her was certainly not easy.

“Anyway. You can start by moving that table away from the wall.” She suggested instead. After all, it wouldn’t hurt to have more room if she was going to bend over it. “This will be a, personal, favour. About me. About a desire.”

[invader-yor]

Yup. Not thirty minutes into meeting his hero and he was already stuffing his foot into his mouth. Nate trully had a way with words. “No! Wait, I didn’t mean to laugh it’s just-” He was being stumbled further and further back until his back was litearlly to the wall. “It’s just… if you wanted something done like clearing a table off, I thought you would have just done it.” A little voice whispered in his head. Maybe she was the type of girl that just wanted to see him work. Raven didn’t seem like the type to be into watching strangers… but than again, Nate trully didn’t know what kind of girl she was. Though he didn’t know it, he was about to find out.

“S-so… if I’m understanding this right, maybe you just uhm… wanted some company?” Nate sounded like he was trying to convince himself as question her motives. Nonetheless he set about the task she gave him, setting down all the little nick nacks around wherever he c ould find spare space. Most of her vases fit on the shelves along her wall, though this brought him close to a few relics that gave him the shivvers. A mirror with a black surface, a skull with a crystal embedded in it; all of it made a chill run up his spine. “Not that there’s anything wrong with making friends now and again…. T-though, if I can ask, why me? I’m just some guy from Jump City.”

After finding room for all the odds and ends, Nathan helped himself to the seat in the middle of the room. The armless wooden chair left him bending slightly, with his legs uncously tucked tightly together, leaving an even surface of his lap. “A… desire?” He repeated, and already his brain was swimming with what she could mean. He felt his back hit the back of the chair as he watched her approach, unable to keep his eyes off the heavenly field of her ash-colored thighs as she approached. “as mercy.” He muttered.

Finally, with Raven stood in front of him, he swallowed his nerves. “O-o-okay… well as your offical part time friend, I promise to do my best. I guess… I guess I don’t know how much that’s worth b-b-but I mean!”

[Tangerine]

Of course, this was a bit more than tidying her room up. Although it was a tempting idea to summon a random person to do it for her—powers or not, a chore was a chore after all—the real reason behind Nate's haphazard visit was naughtier than that. She was still trying to find the best way to explain what she wanted from him. Being blunt was the way to go, she suspected.

"Company? I guess you can say that." It was a two-person job that required a helping hand. In theory, and practically as well, Raven could have done it herself. Could have even made a clone of herself to carry it out. On the other hand, those options would be dull compared to having an actual person performing this mysterious wish of hers.

It seemed he had totally forgotten about carrying that bloody table. No one to push or pull it, the furniture stayed in place. He, however, didn't. Raven watched him having a seat. Hopefully, he wasn't feeling too tired. One would think spanking a most dangerous and competent human-demon hybrid required some energy to spare.

"Perfect." Considering her favourite position, she was quite happy with where he was. When she stood in front of her and he sat, the young heroine probably looked taller than she really was. “You’ll also need to promise you’ll keep this a secret.” Her slender fingers fiddled around with the gold rimmed red brooch on her neck as she undid her cape. It would only get in the way. The garment was quick to slide down the petite titan’s body. Her leotard did a good job covering her upper body. When it came to her legs though, they were pretty exposed. Pretty and exposed was another way to put it.

“I have a spanking fantasy.” Raven suddenly revealed. “Can we start it now?”

[invader-yor]

Oh shit! Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Nathan’s brain struggled to keep up with his reality, and he stared awestruck up at the heroine because of it. He couldn’t believe what he had just seen, or just heard for that matter! He’d felt his heart race as she derobed herself but he’d never imagine she’d say… that! Spanking… Raven of the teen titans had a spanking fetish. Not only that she was so bold about it; most of the other spanko’s Nate had the privlage of talking too online were adorably nervous about it, tip-toing around even the word itself as if it was some sort of taboo.
Did Raven pick him intentionally? Because of his admiration of her, or their shared fantasies? Had her magic simply manifested her desires with the most compatible candidates? Or was Nate truly just the luckiest man in the city. Whatever the explination, Nathan felt panic ripping through him. Doubt shouted in his ear, that this couldn’t be really; that a nobody like him couldn’t possibly get his one true with like this. But resolve kept him grounded, shacking as he as.

“You… for real?” he mouthed after several minutes of looking like a fish with his mouth open. “You really want to be… s-spanked?” See there it was! That damn taboo tingling feeling as the words left his lips, and suddenly it all became real. The most beautiful woman in the world, the half demon princess, was asking to have her ass roasted by Nathan. “I- y-yes! Yes! A hundred times yes! Oh, uhm, wow, this is real”
His face was as red as her pendents now, and he could barely contain his glee. The chair rocked with his excitement as she moved towards him. “This explains the chair, y-you chose an absolute classic R-Raven! Armless high back, y-you’ve really done your research! S-so… w-we’re just gonna start this?”

Daringly, he reached out for her wrist. Soon as his fingers touched her though her whined. Her skin was cool, but strangly comforting, and he longed to pull her into him and take charge; to really spank her like an angry father would punish a child. Doing so might sign his death warrant though. This was still a near all powerful girl after all, respect was more than just a baseline human courtesy it could be the difference than life or death.
“If… if that’s true…” Come on man, atleast say something “If that’s true, t-then get over my lap right now!…. Please….”

[Tangerine]

There was only one Raven. And she enjoyed spanking. So, this was indeed real. And was happening. Although her guest seemed to be surprised by this funny fact, it didn't feel like he had a hard time accepting it. Raven would of course insist that it was quite normal. Just because she had made a virtuous habit of busting crime and beating evil, it shouldn't mean that she can't like to have her charming butt beat on occasion.

"Calm down." The girl sighed. "I didn't tell you to marry me." His enthusiasm was both clear and promising. Perhaps Nate was the perfect person for the job. Being a pessimistic gal, she still had some doubts about how good of a job he could make on her butt. She could tell he would do his best, though.

"Yeah, I don't think you said it loud enough." Rolling her large eyes, she continued. "It's not like this has to be a secret or anything." The sarcastic heroine added. Not everywhere around the tower the walls were as thick as Raven's bottom. Yeah, she was a relatively small gal, but wasn't awfully slender around the hips and thighs. On the other hand, pointing that out wouldn't be very gentlemanly.

Taking a demon by the wrist like that, it was a bold move. "Interesting." Raven shook her arm a little to test the firmness of the grip. At his demand, which was really hers, she let out a simple "OK." Asking such a powerful heroine to get over his lap, and getting an OK. Not a bad achievement for a geek.

Since there was no pull, Raven found the right position herself. She first stood beside the chair. And began to lean down. Her head moved down. Her palms pressed on his thighs. “I can send you to another dimension, you know.” She felt the need to mention, right before leaning further, and laying her hips over Nate's lap. At the back, her legs tensed. On the other side of the chair, she reached for the floor. Her heels slowly rose. Eventually, her feet left the floor while her hands touched it. Two ashen hills that lacked colour. There they were, Raven's buttocks.

[invader-yor]

Though Nate might not be in the state to appreciate it, there was an interesting power dynamic between the two. Raven had all the power in the world to destroy Nathan, and yet she was willingly submitting to him… in someway. Nate was sure that if he did anything not to her *exact* wishes he’d know about it, and clearly. It was like keeping an eager dog on a short leash; giving Nathan just enough slack to play with, with the ability to reel him in at a moments notice.
None of this nuance passed his mind, instead Nathan’s thoughts were like a babble of disbelief and delight. ‘oh my god she’s doing it! She’s really getting over my lap, her stomach is pressing into my legs! She’s warm, oh this must be what heaven feels like’. All this with a goofy smile on his face.

‘alright Nate, snap out of it!’ how ironic that the first slap of the session was Nathan slapping himself to focus up. ‘this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you can’t mess it up! Gods she’s so beautiful though, maybe… maybe it would be okay to have just a touch first.’
One hand ran down Raven’s back, and his knees shook so hard he threatened to throw her off. He covered this up by pressing her back until her stomach flattened into him. The other hand hesitated, touched her butt once, and flung off like he received an electric shock. After a few moments passed, and Nathan confirmed that he wjas still on this plan of existance, he let out a geeky giggle and pressed his hand into her rear.

“This is really happening” He let slip. “I’m really touch Raven ass, I’m so happy I could die right now…. Uhm… n-not literally, ma’am, Raven, miss.” When he got a sarcastic, uninvested, response he seemed to relax. It was time… the pinacle of the moment. Come on man, don’t be scared now, just do it. Smack her.
Nathan slowly raised his hand into the air, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest. Then, at long last, the first smack came crashing down! Well… crash might have been a bit strong of a word. Nathan was so tense and nervous his first blow clapped gently off her cheek, barely more than a love tap. Even the geek new this wasn’t right.
“I’m sorry.” he stammered “This is… t-that was pathetic, let me try again, I-I know you want a little more.” Want. Yes, that’s right! She wanted this, she even summoned him. So, it had to be okay to give a little more force into it? Maybe… maybe not as hard as he longed to spank her, but he could warm up to that. With a few breath to steady himself, nathan rubbed his hand diligently into her meaty, gray, globes. He got famaliar with the wegiht of her ass, the light warmth it gave off, and how it pushed back agasint his palm. Firm, yet soft.

“Okay… I’m ready to try again ma’am.” He certainly sounde more steady. He rasied his hand again and spanked her again! This time he delivered enough for the sound to resonate off the walls. Nathan groaned, the sound alone getting a certain ‘rise’ out of the young man. “Incredible...”