(Charles wasn't exactly the most experienced of people when it came to this sort of thing either. Raven knows more than anyone that he never had been the most successful when it came to picking up women, he just ended up saying something stupid or incredibly boring. In fact, he'd only slept with a couple of women in his life so far and none of them had felt quite as right as this did. This was different. This was Raven.
His hair was long now, much longer than it had been the last time that they had seen each other. It was unkempt and not exactly the cleanest that it should be. Yes, he had let himself go since she had left. But he doesn't worry about that, not now. These matters are trivial compared to what was happening between himself and Raven. Something a much younger him would have cringed at, the fact that he was being intimate with the girl he had grown up with, the girl that had been his sister this whole time.
As she pulls back he looks into her now yellow eyes, smiling slightly back at her. The moan of his name that escaped her lips caused him to suck in a sharp breath, his erection starting to strain uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants.
But he'll worry about that in a moment. For now he'll slip another finger into her and then a third, keeping his eyes on her and her reaction. After letting her adjust to the new pressure inside of her he starts to move his fingers again, thrusting them in and out. He needed to release himself so he shifts his body, removing the remaining articles of clothing and slipping them down over his hips, finally releasing the erection that had been straining against the fabric, all the while keeping his fingers moving inside of her.)
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His hair was long now, much longer than it had been the last time that they had seen each other. It was unkempt and not exactly the cleanest that it should be. Yes, he had let himself go since she had left. But he doesn't worry about that, not now. These matters are trivial compared to what was happening between himself and Raven. Something a much younger him would have cringed at, the fact that he was being intimate with the girl he had grown up with, the girl that had been his sister this whole time.
As she pulls back he looks into her now yellow eyes, smiling slightly back at her. The moan of his name that escaped her lips caused him to suck in a sharp breath, his erection starting to strain uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants.
But he'll worry about that in a moment. For now he'll slip another finger into her and then a third, keeping his eyes on her and her reaction. After letting her adjust to the new pressure inside of her he starts to move his fingers again, thrusting them in and out. He needed to release himself so he shifts his body, removing the remaining articles of clothing and slipping them down over his hips, finally releasing the erection that had been straining against the fabric, all the while keeping his fingers moving inside of her.)