NOTE TO READERS: The whole cast of immortals will be cycled through so Raven will have more chapters eventually.
Raven had never fucked this boy before; not really. They'd hooked up once, years ago. Before the boy was a boy. Hell, before the boy was a 'they'. Yes, back when the boy was still fully convinced he was a girl. Of course, that encounter wasn't supposed to happen. But, like many things that "weren't supposed to happen", it happened anyway. How? She remembered how angry she was when somehow, his name got pulled from the bowl right after hers in the partner swap event that evening just a few short years before. She remembered how she had to leave and take the longest piss of her life to be able to compose herself and then proceeded to snarl at everyone, demanding to know who'd put his name in before hers could be taken out.
"It was an honest mistake!" was one of the answers she got. The other, from what she recalled, had been "We didn't see the harm seeing as both you and the kid have shacked up with others before! What makes you off-limits to each other?"
Raven was a woman of her word; even when it was left to a random name picking. So, she took the boy - her friend - to bed against her better judgment. She didn't plan on doing anything unless he'd asked specifically and had very much doubted he would have asked anyway. She remembered how her heart and stomach felt weird when he, much to her annoyance and worry, indeed asked for things. Small, largely foreplay-related things but still more than she expected of him. However, it wasn't all unexpected; a few minutes in, he withdrew his consent and just barely whispered how his then-partner had "insisted" he put his name in for the chance to bed her down despite them previously all agreeing that his name would only be added after hers was chosen, about how as much as he liked her, that this wasn't how he wanted his first time with her to be. Raven of course understood and was thankful he'd not just gone through with it because he thought that's what she had wanted. So, instead of driving those sex white horses around the mountain, the two had spent their night cuddling and making out while watching a movie. But, her anger was obvious in the silent moments.
Raven then recalled how she'd been so annoyed that the boy was scared her anger was his fault. It wasn't, of course. In all the time she'd known him, he'd never angered her or even slightly annoyed her. The issue was one the boy couldn't see at the time that she could clear as day: Raven had similarities to the woman the boy was dating at the time. This woman wasn't exactly the best in any way. Raven knew that those similarities would cause the boy distress; even if he never realized why. What made Raven so mad was that these issues would - and for a long time did - make the boy weary of her and nobody bothered to understand why. They'd just let Raven "be the bad guy" rather than understand that while comparing her to the boy's now (thankfully) ex partner was like comparing a goldfish to a great white in terms of similarities, the trauma was deeper-set than anybody had realized until it was too late.
Another sigh came at recalling that night years ago as well as the few chance meetings they'd had between then and now. Those thoughts weren't really accurate. No; the truth of the matter was that Raven allowed herself to be the bad guy until the boy was ready to confront his trauma and returned on his own after healing to a point he felt ready. She'd been distant with him despite the fact he was close with all her friends and family; literally to the point he'd fucked or been fucked by most of them. She'd never forced him to interact, nor had she ever been rude. She gave or took as much space as the boy allowed in those moments and let him call the shots and set his boundaries. What he allowed one hour might not be ok the next and that was perfectly valid and she supported him either way. As friends should, right?
She looked down at the boy beneath her; blindfolded and bound to the bed; he couldn't have escaped even if he wanted to.
"You're whimpering like a pathetic, wounded puppy." The boy's already flushed face went a deeper shade of red and though blindfolded, he looked away. That was how he was; he'd never look at you while you used or played with him. The thought of doing it made him uncomfortable to the point that if told he had to, he'd withdraw consent then and there. That was a rule he had with everyone: He would never look at you during the acts and sometimes he'd act like he didn't want it. Ignore that; if didn't want it, he'd let you and the whole world know if need be. If he's letting you in, he trusts you. And his trust was hard to find nowadays and even harder to keep. It was a quest Raven set on willingly and vowed to see to the end. After-all, they'd been friends for years before his ex and did their best to remain as such after.
More whimpers came as she thrusted harder; the faint scent of blood catching her attention. She paused and looked down; thankfully only finding a faint tinge rather than full-on bloodshed. That was another rule: He bleeds, he pukes, game over. Blood was a massive trauma trigger and him seeing it was to be avoided at all costs. Most rolled their eyes and considered the boy "too much work" amongst other things. Not Raven, though. Her own wife was similar in some ways with blood usually only meaning a traumatic event has occurred. So, Raven was always extra careful to avoid it as often as possible. They'd made progress so perhaps one day both her wife and the boy would recover from this trauma and more? Only time would tell, of course.
