Chapter 28: Raven’s Blowjob**

Chapter 28: Chapter 28: Raven’s Blowjob**

Michael’s hands settled on the bare curve of her waist, thumbs resting just above the thin waistband of those tiny black panties.

The heat of her skin under his palms was almost shocking—soft, fever-warm, and trembling. He could feel the fine quiver running through her thighs, the way her core clenched once, hard, around the thick length still trapped between them.

"You sure?" he asked, voice low. "Because once you start, I’m not stopping halfway."

Raven’s answer was another slow, deliberate grind of her hips. The soaked crotch of her panties dragged from the heavy base of his cock all the way to the swollen head, leaving a slick, glistening trail across the denim. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat—half whimper, half moan. Her claws flexed lightly against the back of his neck, pricking just enough to sting.

"Mmhmm.... Just be gentle, okay?"

She sat up straighter. The motion made her heavy breasts bounce inside the half-open shirt. The fabric slipped further, both dark nipples fully visible now—stiff, peaked, and begging to be touched. They jiggled with every shaky breath she took, the cool air tightening them even more.

Michael couldn’t believe it. The same irritated beast-woman who had nearly ripped his throat out the other day was now whimpering in his arms, hips grinding, nipples hard, offering herself like she was in heat.

He knew she didn’t genuinely like him—if she did, the system would have already chimed in his ear. But would he really live up to his title as a playboy if he stopped here? Sometimes relationships had to be fuck first, build later. And this one was definitely one of them.

While he was still lost in that thought, Raven’s fingers had already found his waistband. She tugged desperately, clumsily, clearly too far gone to care about elegance.

After a few frantic yanks she managed to drag the fabric down just enough. The thick, flushed head of his cock slipped free, glistening, and slapped heavily against the soft underside of her thigh.

She unstraddled him at once, sliding off his lap and dropping to her knees between his spread legs. Her hands hooked into the shorts and yanked them lower. His cock sprang free completely—thick, heavy, and already throbbing so hard the veins stood out in sharp relief. Ten full inches of raw heat and weight, the fat crown already leaking a thick bead of pre-cum.

The musky, masculine scent hit her like a drug. Raven’s golden eyes went glassy. Her ears flicked hard. The sheer size of him made her freeze for a second—his cock was so thick and long it looked almost twice as big as her head from this angle.

"It’s... so big," she whispered, almost to herself, staring. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips without thinking. "Can it even fit?"

Slowly, her small hand wrapped around the base.

The contrast was almost obscene. Her fingers couldn’t close all the way no matter how hard she tried—there was simply too much of him. Soft, warm skin stretched tight over a thick, throbbing shaft, the heavy veins pulsing under her palm.

She gave an experimental stroke upward, slow and curious, and a low, guttural sound rumbled out of Michael’s chest before he could stop it.

The flushed head of his cock twitched hard in her grip, already dark and leaking. A clear bead of precum welled up and smeared across her knuckles, warm and sticky.

Raven’s golden eyes widened at the reaction. Then she stroked him again. And again. Firmer now, twisting her wrist just slightly on the upstroke so her palm dragged over every ridge. More precum spilled out, coating her fingers until they were glistening.

She leaned in without warning.

Her tongue flicked out—hot, wet, and surprisingly eager—and swirled over the fat, leaking head, gathering every drop of that salty fluid. She made a soft, pleased sound as she licked him clean, then did it again, slower, savoring the taste. The tip of her tongue traced the sensitive ridge beneath the glans before dipping into the slit itself, chasing more.

Michael’s hand instinctively found the back of her head, fingers sliding into the soft fur at the base of her ears.

Raven took it as an order.

She leaned forward and parted her lips, stretching them wide around the thick crown. The head of his cock disappeared into her small, hot mouth with a wet, filthy sound.

She sucked lightly at first—gentle, almost tentative—while her tongue swirled in slow, deliberate circles underneath. The stretch of her lips around him was tight, almost too tight, and every time she hollowed her cheeks the pressure made his hips twitch.

"Does it feel good...?" she murmured around him, the words vibrating straight down his shaft. Her golden eyes flicked up to meet his, glassy and half-lidded, mouth still full.

Michael’s breath hitched sharply. His eyes closed for a second as another thick pulse of precum spilled onto her tongue.

"Yeah," he managed. "Really good."

Raven’s golden eyes stayed locked on his as she took him deeper.

She started slow—learning him. Every twitch of his cock, every sharp intake of breath, every low growl that rumbled out of his chest was a lesson.

When she hollowed her cheeks harder around the thick head, his fingers tightened in her hair. When she swirled her tongue in tight circles under the glans, his hips jerked. When she pushed farther, letting the fat crown nudge the back of her throat, a raw sound tore out of him that made her ears flick with satisfaction.

She pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva and precum connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head.

"Like this...?" she whispered, voice already husky.

Before he could answer she leaned in again, this time pressing her soft, heavy breasts around the base of his shaft.

The warm, pillowy flesh enveloped him from both sides, trapping the lower half of his cock between them while her mouth claimed the upper half.

Raven squeezed her tits together with her hands and began to move in slow, deliberate strokes, sliding the silky skin of her breasts up and down his length while her tongue worked the leaking tip.

The dual sensation was dangerous to Michael’s brain. Wet heat from her mouth, soft heat from her tits, the occasional glimpse of her dark nipples dragging along his shaft as she pumped him.

Michael’s hand stayed buried in her hair, guiding without forcing. The other slid down the smooth curve of her back, over the swell of her ass.

Raven raised her head slightly, and without stopping she shifted sideways on her knees, angling her body so her round, firm ass tilted toward him, the tiny black panties stretched tight over her soaked cunt.

’Damn, she’s eager as hell.’

But Michael wasn’t planning on turning down an invitation.

He immediately grabbed a handful of her ass, fingers sinking deep into the soft, firm flesh, squeezing hard enough to make her cheeks spread.

Raven whimpered around his cock, the sound wet and broken, as her whole body jolted forward, forcing another thick inch past her lips.

Michael smirked at the reaction.

Letting go of her ass cheek, he used two of his fingers to hook under the soaked crotch of her tiny black panties and yanked the fabric aside.

Her folds were glossy, flushed a deep pink, and already dripping. A thin string of her arousal stretched from her pussy to the ruined panties before snapping.

Michael dragged one finger slowly through her slit, gathering the slickness, feeling how soft and swollen she was. Then he pushed inside.

Raven moaned around his cock.

The vibration traveled straight down his shaft as her cunt clenched greedily around the single finger. Hot. Slick. Pulsing. He curled it, searching, and when he found the spot that made her thighs shake she sucked harder, almost desperately, eyes fluttering shut.

The vibration shot straight up his spine. She pushed her hips back against his hand at the same time she took him deeper into her throat, throat fluttering around the head.

Michael’s eyes narrowed slightly. ’Heh. Do you think I’m going to lose like that?’

He added a second finger, curling them, finding the soft, spongy spot that made her thighs tremble.

Almost immediately, her pussy clenched hard around the intrusion, wet and greedy, while her mouth stayed stretched around him, spit running down her chin and onto her bouncing tits.

She found a rhythm—bobbing her head in time with the thrusts of his fingers, using her breasts to stroke what her mouth couldn’t reach. Every time he curled his fingers she whimpered around him, the sound muffled and desperate.

Her claws dug lightly into his thighs. Her ears were flat with pleasure. The wet, filthy sounds of her sucking and the slick squelch of his fingers fucking her open filled the air.

Michael felt her start to tighten, and at the same time overwhelming pleasure from her blowjob flooded his own brain.

"Fuck—Raven—"

She didn’t pull off.

She only sucked harder. Faster. Her golden eyes stayed glassy and locked on his face while her hips ground shamelessly against his hand, fucking herself on his fingers.

He pumped deeper, adding a third finger, thumb grinding tight circles over her swollen clit. The wet, filthy sounds of her pussy and the lewd suction of her mouth filled the air.

Her whole body shuddered.

A broken, high-pitched moan vibrated straight down his cock as her cunt clamped down hard, pulsing, gushing around his fingers in a messy, wet climax that soaked his hand and the insides of her thighs.

Thick, clear slick ran down his wrist. Her thighs trembled violently, but she kept sucking through it, throat fluttering, tears of pure pleasure pricking the corners of her eyes.

’Looks like I win.’

The sight of her coming while still choking on him pushed him over the edge.

"Gonna cum—" he warned, voice strained and rough.

Raven only took him deeper. Her throat worked around the thick head, eyes half-lidded in pure lust. The first heavy pulse hit the back of her tongue. She swallowed greedily—taking every spurt, throat bobbing as rope after thick rope of hot cum flooded her mouth. Some escaped the corners of her stretched lips and ran down her chin in white streaks, dripping onto the soft upper slopes of her breasts, but she never stopped.

She kept sucking, milking him through every last twitch until his cock finally stopped throbbing.

When she finally pulled off, a thin, glossy string of spit and cum still connected her swollen, glistening lips to the flushed head of his cock.

She quickly stared up at him and opened her mouth wide, showing him the thick white load still coating her tongue.

"Did I do good?"

Without waiting for an answer she closed her lips and swallowed the rest with a soft, satisfied sound. Then she licked her lips clean, slow and deliberate, catching every last drop that had escaped.

Michael’s jaw tightened as his cock sprang back to life. Thick. Throbbing. Still standing straight up between them, shiny with her spit and the last traces of his release.

Raven stared at it. "How..."

She reached out and wrapped her small hand around the still-rigid shaft, giving it a slow, almost reverent stroke from base to tip.

"It’s still... so hard," she whispered, voice rough and ruined from taking him so deep. She looked up at him through her lashes, cheeks flushed, lips puffy and shiny with spit and cum.

"Can you... put it in?"