Chapter 571: *Feeling Alive - Part 3*

The moment Raven bit down, stars burst in Arc’s eyes.

Her orgasm, already at its peak, found a second height as she gushed anew, filling her girlfriend’s flower with her own white nectar as it roped into the pale human girl’s womb. Raven kept grinding her hips, gyrating until she let go of the bite and focused all her attention on pumping Arc as hard as she could...

"H-How are you... So good at this?" Arc wondered as she tried to catch her breath, only to lose it a second later as Raven grabbed one of her nipples and pinched it. "Practice, imagination, and corresponding with an expert..."

Corresponding with...

Before Arc could ask, or check the thread between them, Raven planted another bite on her, driving thought from her head as Arc felt her cock twitch inside her. Too soon to cum again, but so sensitive after cumming that she felt her whole body jerk, only for Raven to seize her arms and hold her still as she kept riding, leaning in close to whisper...

"You’re so adorable like this... I know how much you’ve struggled... So let me take it all away for you... I’ll make you feel good..."

"R-Raven..." Arc didn’t know why, but she knew she needed those words. The idea of laying down her burdens. Her grief. Her goal. Her everything...

Through the thread, she fed her approval to Raven, and in the haze of pleasure, hovering at the edge of being, Raven suspended her with her body, showing Arc many points where pain and pleasure blended. Where Raven’s claw-like nails could tease and terrorize with just slight shifts in pressure.

Raven learned her body by touch. By the sound of Arc’s moans and the smell of her sweat. The taste of her lust as the human gathered some of Arc’s copious seed from her own cunt to feed it back to Arc, keeping a finger on Arc’s long tongue until the metatron let it out to wrap along her hand.

Then Raven squeezed down on Arc’s cock, eliciting a gasp into which she entered more of her fingers, pulling out Arc’s tongue until it exposed the outward flaring, petal-like nodules that were a mark of her demonic blood’s dominant expression. "This is so pretty," she said, her black hair now matted with sweat. "I want you to clean up your mess with this, Arc."

Arc just gazed up at her, haze-eyed as she began to explore her tongue. To press her thumbs amongst the nodules. To see how she reacted when she pressed here or there, the ever-present tips of her nails were a thrilling threat of pain to be avoided. As Arc drooled onto her fingers, Raven regarded her without judgment, without any attempt to shame Arc for enjoying her strange explorations.

And then without preamble, the explorations ended for Raven, and she drew herself off of Arc’s cock, crawling forward until she was hovering, dripping seed onto Arc’s cheeks. "Start licking," she commanded, before sitting on Arc’s face.

Obediently, Arc let out her tongue, further than she ever really needed, and plunged it into the pink flower that had opened up before her. She lapped at her own nectar, curling her tongue this way and that. The glowing, slightly painful throb of her own pussy seemed to pulse with every twitch and tightening of Raven’s cunt around her tongue.

Behind Raven, Owyn watched, fascinated and entranced by the two women making love between his long, massive legs. It was enough to make him hard again, and he began to stroke himself, biting his lower lip to keep silent as Raven’s moans began to grow. To peak... and then...

A new flavor joined that of Arc’s seed as Raven came, her gush sending a fresh wave of Arc’s cum onto her tongue and into her mouth, where the flavors blended like a different sort of love being made in her mouth.

Raven bit her own hand to keep silent as she orgasmed, burying her clit against Arc’s teeth as she pumped her hips to maximize the sensation of her first time with Arc.

And when it was done, she collapsed backward, kneeling as she let out little gasps with every twitch of her body. And Owyn, right then and there, came in another deluge of seed that splashed onto Arc’s legs and Raven’s backside, dripping down her spine and ass.

"Sorry about that," Owyn chuckled nervously when Raven turned on him.

"You’ll pay for that later," she promised, pulling aside her long, black hair to check it. Fortunately, most of what landed in it was towards the bottom. And she drew her hair along her lips and tongue to clean it, glaring into his eyes the entire time and sending a visible shiver up his spine.

She was not yet done with Arc as she rotated over Arc, walking on her knees and forward until her butt was in Arc’s face. "Clean that up," she ordered with a sideward glance. But as Arc tried to crunch upward to lick up her spine, she denied her the touch as she went forward again, not even cleaning Arc’s cum off her cock as she grabbed it and began to lower herself onto it with gentle gasps and catches of breath.

The moment she bottomed out, she squeezed Arc hard, and the metatron rolled forward, barely stopping herself from pressing against Raven’s cum-stained back as she held on and extended her tongue between panting gasps, tasting Owyn’s seed as she cleaned Raven with worshipful licks.

Her efforts faltered a little when Raven began to move, gyrating her hips to get comfortable as she squeezed, testing Arc’s flexibility when the metatron surged forward, hugging her breasts against Raven’s back as she rode the waves of her body’s ennervation. And then came the offer...

"Arc, my dear, would you like to see what I can really do?" Raven still regarded her with a sideways glance as she slowed her pace, letting the question sink in.

"M-hmm," Arc sounded, unable to form words.

"Loosen up your mana then... I’ve wanted to try this for a long, long time..."

Arc complied, finding and then weakening the subconscious mana circulation she’d maintained for as long as she could remember. And when she did, Raven flooded her with mana, overwhelming her defenses, seizing control in a way not unlike mental manipulation magic... only it was not Arc’s mind that Raven seized, but her blood.

Fear spiked. The knowledge that Raven had her at her complete mercy, with just a hand outstretched and a finger crooked, beckoning, forcing her forward until her chin rested on the point of Raven’s nail. "Now we can really begin..."

Raven started to ride her harder, at the same time forcibly restricting the circulation in Arc’s body as she was held, helpless, only able to struggle yet denied movement beyond the shaking, quivering moments before her body refused to go further. The changes in pressure, were precise and consistent, but her mind could barely grasp this because Raven controlled her body, her movements, her breath...

She rode her, and Arc could do nothing about it. The sense of violation manifested in her mana, which started to push back, until Raven said the words that finally made the pain and humiliation make sense...

With concern in her voice, Raven said, "Trust me..."

Arc seized her mana, not pulling it back but holding it still. Holding it as Raven’s hand gensture changed and Arc’s whole body began to shudder and twitch as an orgasm unlike any other wracked her spine and filled her head with explosive lights. So intense that for a moment she existed in a space where nothing mattered but the sensation of complete and utter bliss, before she came to.

The lights retreated, and Arc found herself between Raven and Owyn, the latter petting her head as the former caressed her body.

"You did so well," Raven whispered. "I’ve never felt anything like that..." Between her legs, Arc’s seed dripped. "Did we give you what you needed?"

"M-hmm," Arc sounded, words still beyond her capacity. Her body felt like she’d just sparred with half the Academy, and her mind was still a mush of bliss mixed with love, floating on the well of anxiety she still felt over the loss of Ais.

"We should do this again," Owyn said, his hand bringing Arc’s chin up for a kiss, since she was facing him as Raven spooned her from behind. "I think I’m definitely in love with you." He kissed her again, and she moaned into his lips.

Raven let out a little snort. "And what about me?"

"You’re more of an acquired taste," Owyn joked. "Honestly, you scare me a little."

"Fair," Raven said. "Thanks for not trying to stop me. Blood manipulation is difficult without moving, much less having someone inside you," she bit Arc’s neck, making her squirm, then kissed the bite. "And what about you, Arc? You’re still okay with having us both?" The confidence in her voice didn’t match the note of fear and anxiety Arc felt through their shared thread. The worry that she’d gone too far.

Arc swallowed heavily and found her words.

"I love you both," she declared. "I’m yours..."