The trip to the county fair was a smooth one. Entirely due to Raven flying the whole way there. Her ability to glide always gave Anon a comfortable and safe ride. However, within the safety of her tight cleavage, she allowed herself to actually walk, once they were at the fair grounds. Beneficial to both of them, as she didn’t want to hover around in a crowd. No reason to draw more attention than a shrunken man in her tits would give her. Anon himself enjoyed the walking for the slight vibrations it caused. Every footfall caused her breasts to jump a very slight amount. Nearly imperceptible to most. But to Anon, it caused fun, slight, squeezes and bounces on his body.

As they predicted, the couple drew plenty of wide-eyed stares and thoughts of ‘that lucky son of a bitch.’ Raven already would have drawn plenty of eyes to her curvaceous body, especially her proudly presented tits. Throw in a miniature man squeezed between her boobs, and you got yourself mouths agape in surprise. Thankfully, no one in the city was a stranger to bizarre super-power-shenanigans. So, while a woman with a man riding in her cleavage was surprising, it wasn’t enough to freak anyone out. Raven typically shied away any and all attention. However, she had to admit (only to herself) that she was enjoying the lustful and envious stares. So long as no one tried to interact with her.

First on the agenda was, of course, to get some carnival food. There were plenty of options that would be perfect for the both of them. Except for caramel apples. That would be too difficult for either of them to eat. Though, Anon did think about a fun way Raven could unstick him from one. In any case, they opted first for some funnel cake. Raven would tear off a small piece for him, while leaving the lion’s share for herself. A piece of fried dough and powdered sugar, as big as him, as the height of decadence.

There’s no way to eat funnel cake and not get messy. Sure, you could try to employ a napkin. If you wanted to look like an asshole. Raven and Anon both knew that the only way to clean up after funnel cake was to lick your fingers clean. Anon looked up to watch Raven do exactly that. It was impossible for him not to see the action as erotic. One after another, each dirty finger disappearing into her mouth. Plump lips sealing it inside while her tongue worked every bit of sweet sugar off the digit. Lips remained squeezed around the finger even as it was pulled out. With every exit, her fingers caused a small pop sound from between her sugary lips. Soon as she was done, she licked those clean, too.

He was barely 15 minutes into their date, and already his erection was being painfully grinded against the swell of her breast.

While Anon could lick his own fingers clean, a man at his size, with funnel cake portions of those sizes, was bound to get more than just his fingers caked in sugar. In fact, there were small portions of powdered sugar on Raven’s tits. Noticing this as she peered down, Raven couldn’t contain her smirk at what was to come. Delicately, not wanting to surprise him with her grip, Raven pulled him free of her cleavage. Unsurprisingly, those who were already looking her way began to shamelessly stare.

Raven held him up in front of her mischievous face. Bit by bit, she dragged her fingertips across her breasts where the sugar had collected. Bit by bit, she gently slid each finger, individually, into her mouth. Moving them slowly down her tongue, making him watch at she licked free the white powder. Every bit was sealed away in her mouth for only a moment before a small gulp was heard. When she opened her lips again, the sugar was gone. As if it was some kind of magic trick. It was definitely a show Anon enjoyed.

Much as she would like to lick Anon head to toe, it would be a bad idea. Anon would be left soaked in her saliva, leaving him uncomfortable and damp. Instead, with practiced accuracy and grace, she pressed the tip of her tongue against his messy face. Sure, he could have cleaned off his face himself. A tiny bit of napkin would do the trick. In fact, that’s exactly what she would have him do for his shirt. But both know the other would find licking his face clean more fun. Soon as he was acceptably cleaned, Raven safely secured him between her tits. Everyone who watched the erotic exchange had to find a seat and stay there until their breathing slowed. With the funnel cake done, Raven bought yet another sugary treat: cotton candy.

Like the funnel cake, the cotton candy was very easy to portion out in small sizes for Anon. Much easier to clean, too. Although he was a little sticky afterwards. With the obligatory carnival fair eaten, Raven began to choose what to do next. However, she wasn’t the only one on the date, so she decided Anon should have a vote too.

“Now that we’re all sticky,” she playfully observed, “what should we do next, Anon?”

“How about we go on a ride?” He immediately regretted the suggestion. Sometimes he forgot the limitations of his height. Going on a ride was just not feasible. They were either too fast or too intense for him; even with him being snug as a bug in Raven’s cleavage. Although he was mostly comfortable with his reduced stature, it wasn’t like he enjoyed reminding himself (and Raven) what he couldn’t do anymore. Fun carnival rides were on the list. Nevertheless, Raven began peering through the crowds, trying to find a ride for them to enjoy. Anon found it torturous as he sat in silence while she pondered. He felt like she was coming to the realization that he was holding her back. Rather than regrettably shoot down his idea, though, Raven found a solution.

“Let’s get onto the Ferris Wheel,” Raven happily concluded. She wasn’t too surprised he suggested rides. Despite his size, he never bemoaned what he couldn’t do, and found workarounds when he could. She was confident she could keep him safe, but she also didn’t want to induce any unnecessary risk. Rather than let him down gently, though, she considered all options. And a nice, leisurely ride on the Ferris Wheel was the perfect choice.

The line to get on wasn’t very long. After all, most people were in line for the more exciting rides. Not for a mobile bench. While Raven was all too happy to get on, Anon wasn’t. He had nothing against her choice. It could actually be a relaxing time. Still, he felt like she was having to hold herself back because of him. Once inside the Ferris Wheel’s car, Raven sat back, relaxed.

“I don’t know why I chose to wear heels,” Raven opined. “Sure, they make my butt look great, but my feet are killing me. I think I’m just not used to walking.” After her soft complaint, she waited a few beats for Anon to say something sarcastic, or at least affirmative. However, he’d gone silent. “Anon?” she asked with slight concern. “You alright down there?”

“I’m sorry, Raven,” he answered after a soft sigh.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” Anon was not known to do anything she’d expect an apology for, so Raven was confused.

“Because of me, we can’t go on any of the more thrilling rides.” As if he didn’t deserve to look up at her, he kept his head low, letting his body sink further against her comforting breasts. He wasn’t sure why it was getting to him so much. Likely it was due to it being a public date, so he wanted nothing holding them back. While he was imagining sinking further and further into her cleavage, suddenly Raven plucked him free and sat him down on her palm so she can speak face to face with him. Something she usually only did when she wanted to be serious or sexy.

“Now you listen here,” Raven started with firmness, sounding almost annoyed at his behavior. Not a good feeling being on the other end of that tone. “Don’t ever think you’re holding me back. I have been able to do so much because you’re with me. I never would have gone to a fair before I met you. Yet here I am, surrounded by people. And I hate most people!” she said with some sarcasm, though she really did find strangers to be, at best, irritating.

“Secondly,” she continued, “I don’t care about those more thrilling rides. Just last week, I plunged into the four-dimensional belly of an Eldritch beast and severed, and contained, its black heart before teleporting it into a black hole. Bumper cars and teacups don’t excite me,” Raven explained. “Now a nice, leisurely, ride in the Ferris Wheel? With my wonderful boyfriend? That’s something I don’t get to do every day.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” Anon couldn’t help but blush. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away, embarrassed. Suddenly he felt silly for feeling like he was holding her back. She’d never given any indication that she couldn’t live her life with him in it. Although his anxieties and insecurities would never fully be squashed, they were muted when he considered how much Raven enjoyed his company. How much she loved him. She hadn’t said the words yet, but he was confident it was the truth. It was certainly true for him. Anon gave a soft sigh as Raven gently stroked his head with her finger. “In that case, I guess we’ll just sit back and enjoy each other’s company,” Anon concluded. Raven’s mischievous smirk begged to differ.

With practiced gentleness, Raven gripped the bottom of Anon’s shirt and pulled it up over his head. Though surprised, it wasn’t like he could halt her progress. But he could question her motive.

“Uh, what are you doing, Raven?” he asked, peering left and right, as if there might be some strangers hovering outside their car, ready to gasp and chastise them.

“You wanted thrills in your ride, right?” Raven replied. “So, I’m going to give you some thrills. Now take off your pants.” Taking off the shirt was easy enough, but pants were another matter. Doable, but prime for mishaps. Purple eyes watched intently as more and more of him was revealed. Once his pants were down to his knees, Raven gave another command. “Underwear too.” Just in case he thought it was just an R rated ride.

“Raven, just what kind of thrills are you planning to give me?” As if he needed to ask. Part of him wanted to confirm, so he didn’t make an ass out of himself with presumptions. Another part was confident he knew, but he wanted to hear that sexily husky voice of hers say it.

“The kind that finish when you do,” she vaguely explained. Her words weren’t clear, but her tone was. Not to mention that maneater look in her eyes. “Whether or not it’s before we get back to the bottom of the wheel is up to you.”

A race against the clock. Appropriately enough, their car was situated at 12 o’clock. If Anon didn’t have his fill of ‘thrills’ by the time they hit 6 o’clock, there would be a lot of surprised patrons waiting to take their car. The rules set, Anon kicked off his underwear. Raven collected the bits of cloth in her other hand, then began.

Despite having lips that could easily envelop him, Raven had become a master of tiny, little, kisses. She’d mastered a lot of actions in a similar variety, all to interact with him better. But no action was given more care than kissing. Her thick lips puckered together softly, and then, even softer, she planted a kiss on his leg. Little by little she dotted his body with chaste pecks of affection.

This drove him crazy.

She wasn’t trying to get him aroused. He’d been spending the day in her cleavage. He was plenty aroused, already. Instead, she was just torturing him. Lovingly, of course. If he thought she’d go right for her prize, so as not to waste time, he was very mistaken. It was all worth it just to feel him squirm against her kiss. Hands pushing against, and sinking into, her lips. Legs squirming impatiently. It was all just so much fun for her.

Anon would have thought it torture if it didn’t also feel amazing. Once her trail of kisses reached his face, she made another trail going South. But now she had added the extra sensation of a light dart with the tip of her tongue in between each kiss. Rather than drag the foreplay all the way back down his leg and back up again, Raven spared him further torture and stopped once she was around his hips.

Any doubts he might have had about what ‘game’ she was playing with him were gone the second her salivating mouth stopped around his painfully erect cock.  Many other thoughts he had were gone too. Just the singular one of “please don’t stop.” In that moment, and until her job was done, his world was entirely her. Anon felt her smile proudly as he fall back and completely surrender himself to her.

Soft, cushiony, lips lightly pressed down against him while his erection stayed snug between them. Welcoming tongue slid across and over his cock. Gently, Raven began to suck. It was a delicate tightrope between ineffectively light and overwhelmingly strong, but the two had put a lot of time into nailing it. Her strongest weapon, though, was her voice. A series of moans and purrs that danced from her mouth to his body. Once the purring began, Anon started to thrust upwards between her lips. Like clockwork, she thought.

“Oh…Oh fuck, Raven,” Anon groaned, trying his best to remember words. His head rolled to the side, and he peered out of the car. He wasn’t sure how close they were to the bottom yet. However, he couldn’t see the tops of any tents or stands, so he figured he had enough time to enjoy himself. Lovingly he drew his hands all across her lips. Caressing them. Hugging them. Squeezing them as best he could. He even dipped an arm between them. Softly he moved his hand across the inside of her lip.

Feeling this, Raven couldn’t help but curb Naughty Raven and wear Romantic Raven’s cape for a moment. Curling her index finger forward, she stroked Anon’s head. When his swung his arm around the digit, hugging it, she nearly stopped everything just so she could hug him close to her heart. Make him feel has fast he made her heart go. However, she remembered the game, and she could tell it was close to ending. For whatever reason, he was holding out as long as he could. Even though the promise was to keep going until he came, even if she had to walk around the fair with him humping her mouth, she wasn’t sure she could do that. Fun as it may sound. She feared he might be trying to call her bluff.

While Raven had been unable to forget where they were, Anon had. All that he needed to know was that he had her, and she most definitely had him. Lost though he was, he would be found. During one of his head rolls, he opened his eyes, and this time he could tell they were nearing the bottom. Now the thrill was making way for panic. Luckily, it wasn’t like he was far from cumming. He’d just been holding it off. The deadline approaching all too quickly, Anon thrust into her mouth with vigor. He focused on the feeling of her mouth and tongue working in tandem to caress his body. He took in the lavender scent of her skin. He listened to (and felt) the sounds coming out of her mouth. Just as their car was nearing the end, Anon finally came. Bit by bit he splashed the tip of her tongue.

“Quick, put on your shirt,” Raven whispered, her tone a mix of panic of being caught, and excitement of being caught. Normally she’d let him catch his breath, but time was running out. Raven’s eyes kept darting over to the ride operator. By the time Anon had gotten his shirt on, they were out of time. Quickly, while minding she wasn’t too rough with him, Raven shoved him back into her cleavage. Pantless.

Anon was sticking out between her tits just as much as he had been before they got on the ride. This masked the fact that he was now naked from the waist down. Naked and squeezed against her tits from all sides. Once he was certain they’d gotten away with it, her squeezing flesh was all he could think about. Not more than 60 seconds after he just finished getting a blow job, too. She’s turning me into a sex fiend, he thought, happily.

Raven quickly moved away from the ride. The further she got, the safer she felt. The safer she felt, the more she allowed herself to giggle. She couldn’t believe she’d just done that. And without so much as a second thought, too. He’s turning me into a sex fiend, she thought, happily. It was then it finally dawned on her that he was half naked in her cleavage. Just for fun, she walked with a bit more bounce in her step.

“Hey, Raven,” Anon called up, small interruptions in his voice from the persistent, though enjoyable, bouncing, “see if you can find some place private.”

“Private?” Given the previous activity, her natural assumption was he wanted to do something naughty. Luckily for him, she did too. The whole event had gotten her riled up. She’d even been thinking of how best to get off, later. Seems he might have some ideas to take care of things now. “What are you planning, Anon? Fun? Revenge?”

“A little of both,” he unashamedly said, smiling proud at his insidious plot.

Following his simple direction, Raven looked around for somewhere they could hide out. Port-a-Potty was likely the most private and secure. However, if her hunch was right, she didn’t want to do his plan in somewhere like that. Hell, she didn’t want to go there, for anything. Eventually, all she could find was a small alcove between carnival attractions. Cloaked in shadow, deep back enough to avoid passing glances. The lack of any door, though, certainly added an extra dash of excitement.

“Alright, Mr. Mastermind,” Raven began, peering down at her copious breasts and her darling boyfriend hugged between them. “What ‘fun revenge’ did you have in mind?”

“Step 1: Put me in your panties.” A simple instruction. Raven had expected something naughty, but his bold declaration, avoiding any innuendos, took her aback. For a moment.

“Is that it?” she questioned, hoping he’d have some more imagination than that. He usually did.

“That’s step one,” he reminded her.

After giving another quick look out the alcove, Raven turned her back to the crowd and unzipped her pants. The pants would create a snug fit for anything, or anyone, that went in there. Eagerly anticipating step two, Raven pulled Anon out of her cleavage and held him in front of her, peering down at the already smug looking boyfriend.

“What’s step two going to be?” Raven asked. She figured it’d be best to ask now, rather than when he was in her panties. Once that happened, he’d be hard to hear, and she’d find it hard to focus on anything other than getting off.

“Wow, you’re so impatient when you’re horny,” Anon teased. Raven bit the corner of her lip at that. For some reason, having Anon point out her arousal just made her hornier. “Step two is you leave me in there.”

“Until…?” Raven pressed. That really better not be it, she thought. Well, even if it is, it’ll still feel good.

“Until you win me a prize.”

Huh. Didn’t see that coming. Raven mulled it over for a moment. It was an odd condition, she thought. But if his game put him between her panties and her moist lips, she’d play along. Raven gave him a sweet kiss after removing his shirt. His pants were already gone (and might be lost, she hadn’t checked), and there was no reason to mess up his shirt. There was no way he’d be coming back out dry.

Anon was lowered down past her navel. Silk panties. Good. Lace is sexier, but it can be scratchy, he analyzed. After Raven plucked him out of her palm, she used her other hand to pull her panties out, creating a space for him to enter. Held over his destination, Anon peered down. He could already feel the heat coming off of her. Without so much as a ‘are you ready?’, Raven lowered Anon into her panties. Once she was confident he was safely cradled by the garment, she let it snap back into place. After a quick shiver of pleasure, Raven zipped up her pants and turned back to the crowd.

Alright, Raven thought, beginning her inner monologue, this should be easy enough. Just have to win him a prize. Shouldn’t take too long. And if it does and he stays cooped up in my underwear for a while, that’s his business. The goth beauty was already confident she’d win this game of his. Certainly, his role was clear to her, what she hadn’t anticipated was how good he’d be at it.

Back down in her pants, Anon sat still and silent for a minute. He didn’t want to start right away. Not with her still enjoying her privacy. It was easy for him to tell when she started to walk. The vibrations from each footfall, as well as the gentle movements of her thighs he felt on either side, helped him gauge how far she’d moved. Still. he waited. Just a bit longer, until he was sure she was back out in the crowds, and then he started the game for real. Starting simply enough by running his hands up and down the outer edges of her lips. Her skin was almost hot to the touch.

Raven stood out in the middle of the crowd, looking around for the best game to play. Something simple and easy to win. It wasn’t that she wanted their game to end early and have to yank him out. No reason she had to take him out after she won – and she was confident she’d win. Her real prize was the right to gloat. Suddenly, she realized she might have a harder time than she thought. As soon as he started to caress her, she uttered out a quick cry of arousal. Raven slammed her hand over her mouth, her eyes darting back and forth. Far as she could tell, no one heard her. Or at least no one knew what that quick, sexy, sound was. Raven knew she’d have to be careful. If she wanted to avoid detection, she was already at a disadvantage thanks to her eye-grabbing outfit.

Sadly, Anon wasn’t able to hear her quick utterance of pleasure. Too quick, too small, and too many other noises surrounding them. Feeling her thighs suddenly squeeze together, along with a sudden shiver? Now those made it clear he was on the right track. He didn’t switch up methods yet, though. He stayed the course with the gentle rubbing of her lips. The plan was to lull her into a false sense of security, and then shock her with something else. Hopefully, she’d make another public declaration of horny.

The ever-heating-up hero zeroed in on the nearest game and marched toward it. Ring Toss. She was confident she’d win this one. A game of precision and skill. She was no Robin, but she knew how to hit a target. Raven didn’t bother listening to the operator’s sales pitch. She immediately asked how much, then went to her back pocket to grab a dollar. Her hand lingered a second or two longer than necessary. Cupping her thick booty while her boyfriend secretly pleasured her in ways no one else could? She couldn’t help but grope herself a little. Regaining focus, Raven slammed the dollar on the counter and took her three rings. Unsurprisingly, her first ring missed. Somewhere along the way, her sex-addled mind forgot that these games are heavily stacked against the player. A fact that Anon was taking advantage of.

Anon’s ears perked when he heard a muffled ‘Oh! So close!’ The fake supportive tone of a carnival game worker. There was no way to perfectly time his next move, but he sure was feeling confident. Anon acted quickly, not wanting the opportunity to escape. Suddenly, while still massaging her lips, he lunged forward and sealed his mouth against her clit.

His timing turned out to be perfect. Just as Raven was about to toss the next ring, confident she could overcome the fixed aspects of the game, Anon made his next move. His massaging had been soft and gentle. Movements that heavily contrasted against his sudden, intense, and immensely pleasurable attack on her little nub. The rush of arousal came just as her arm was swinging out. Rather than hit her target, the ring flew off through the other side of the game stand. Right as Raven let out a loud, titillating, moan. She took a few seconds to catch her breath. She also did her best to ignore the wide-eyed stare of the carnival worker.

Anon himself was getting very aroused, and noticeably so. He was no stranger to the position he was in. Naked, pressed up against his girlfriend’s soft, supple, and inviting pussy. The added thrill of being caught (well, of Raven being caught), did not temper his hardening reaction. For a moment, Anon forgot about trying to affect the outcome of her throws. Instead, he just focused on how good it felt to be so close to her. To be nearly inside of her. To know that even at his height, his every touch affected her. As gentle as he was being, though, Raven was already worked up. So, even his slowed motions kept sending shivers of pleasure along her nerves.

“Th-that’s too bad, miss,” the game runner said, “maybe you’d like to try again? I’ll even throw in two free rings, just for being…um…being a good sport.” He stammered and struggled to focus on the sales pitch. He could think well enough to offer her free rings, just to persuade her to stay and keep trying (and failing) to hide her mounting pleasure. He licked his lips while he watched her heavy breasts heave against her corset. The snug garment caused her chest to push out against its firm hold. He knew, in that moment, that if God ever loved him, even a little, he’d make at least one of the fastenings on that corset pop open. Sadly, Raven’s only response to his pitch was to shake her head, wave her hand, and unsteadily walk off. All without a word, not wanting to risk letting out another moan.

Oh, that little bastard, she thought partly with frustration, but mostly with affection. I should just shove him inside of me, all the way. See how he likes that…No! He would like that. Hell, I would too. Crafty devil. Raven smirked privately at her boyfriend’s creativity and perversions. As best she could, Raven walked through the crowds, seeking out a game that would be easy to win, even while approaching climax. Her usual seductive, hip-swaying, walk was compromised by her boyfriend. Instead, she walked unsteadily, biting her lower lip, fluttering her eyes, and shoving her hands into her pockets to keep them from squeezing her tits and/or reaching down to help her boyfriend. Raven wasn’t sure how she’d act when that horny in public. If it was anything like when she was in her bedroom, though, she knew she’d be groping herself like crazy.

Anon wasn’t having the easiest time in his task. He knew what to do and when to do it, of course. This wasn’t his first rodeo. However, being snugly slipped into her tight jeans, the air heavy with her increasing arousal, all while working every part of his body to please her was tiring work. The knowledge of what he was doing to her, and how much she must be cursing him for it, kept him working hard and happy, though.

There, an easy one. The magic goth spotted a game that looked easy enough to win. One where you shoot a water gun at a target as you race to hit the top. So long as you were first, you got a prize. No gimmick, no tricks. Best of, very few people playing. She approached quickly, rubbing her boyfriend against her sex just as fast. Raven leaned forward and bent at the knees to aim at her target more easily. She was too focused on winning, and quelling an orgasm, to realize the effect her ass, thrusted out, was having on the passing patrons. Plus, the effect her hanging, plunging, oh so inviting, cleavage was having on the game runner.

Deciding to step up his game, Anon intensified and diversified his various actions. His hands kept massaging her lips, but more firmly and reaching inside to her inner lips as well. He kept making out with her clit, but threw in the occasional, unpredictable nibble as well. He’d done it enough in the past to know just how much pressure to apply to get her to make her pleasure heard, loud and clear. Finally, he added his legs into the mix. Anon bent a knee, thrusting it forward and slowly inserted it into her. All before extending that leg, slowly, to reach deeper and deeper.

Needless to say, Raven didn’t win her game. Her attractive figure and poorly-hidden moans and whimpers attracted plenty of men to saddle up to the game station, though. Their main goal was clear, to leer at the busty beauty, but they tried their best at the game all the same. Better to have plausible deniability if their girlfriends or wives sneered at them. Even with their half focus, though, Raven’s overwhelming pleasure kept her from winning.

Her hand was already unsteady, even as she bent down and leaned forward more, so she could brace her elbows on the counter. Her chest and cheeks were flushed. Her breathing quickened. Her eyes refused to focus. Her mouth panted with hungry desperation. She’d never felt this before. He’d given her tons of mind-blowing orgasms, but her body was reacting far more intensely. There was only one factor she could think of to account for the change in behavior. Shit, do I have an exhibitionist fetish? My costume is pretty revealing. This thought was not had while at the game. That would come later. Instead, her thoughts were more like, Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck don’t cum, don’t cum, oh I’m going to kill my wonderful boyfriend, oh shiiiit!

Just like that, Raven finally lost the battle against her body. As her orgasm hit, Raven stood upright. Her back arched, squeezing her tits, more than ever before, against her corset. Her arms jerked, aggressively pointing the water gun straight up. The spray splashed against her chin and rained down on her chest. More noticeable than dripping wet goth cleavage was the loud moan of intense pleasure she let out. Raven was only able to quiet herself by biting down on her oh-so-plump lip. Before the carnie could say, “Would you like a free game?” Raven shuffled off quickly.

Raven’s pussy had clamped down hard on his leg just as the orgasm was crashing upon her. Even from down in her panties, he heard her attention-grabbing moan. Anon took a break from pleasing her clit to laugh to himself. Crap, I bet she’s pretty embarrassed, actually. I maaay have gone too far with this one, he thought. Interrupting his brainstorming of ways to make it up to her, Raven unzipped her pants and unceremoniously pulled him free.

Anon was naked and soaked in the evidence of her orgasm. He rested on her palm as she stared down at him. Her heavy breathing and focused look made him think she might be mad. However, the tone he felt didn’t feel hostile. Well, until Raven shoved him into her mouth without a word. He didn’t even have time to let out a surprised scream.

He’d been in her mouth before. Why wouldn’t he have been? Sure, he’d been scared, at first. She could kill him in all kinds of ways just through her sheer size. Something about being eaten, though, scared him the most. He figured it was because it wouldn’t be quick or painless. Once trust was formed, though, he felt comfortable with some “mouth play.” Her unclear mood and sudden launch of him into her maw, though, shocked and scared him. Still, he trusted her enough that he wasn’t terrified. If anything, it felt far more pleasurable than scary.

As soon as he plopped onto her tongue, and Raven’s juicy lips closed, sealing out all light, she began to suck on him. Her tongue bucked, flattening him against the roof of her mouth. She licked and poked every relative inch of him. Raven’s mouth was just as masterful at pleasing him as his mouth was at pleasing her. He was hanging onto his orgasm for as long as he could, afraid that if she tasted cum then the ride would be over. When she began to moan, surrounding his entire body with the gentle sound and vibrations, he couldn’t hang on anymore. His arms hugged her tongue tightly as his hips bucked and his seed spilled across her taste buds. Carefully, Raven rolled him safely to the side so she could swallow his release without swallowing him. Now covered in her saliva instead of her cum, Anon was gently released back into her palm. As he lied in her hand, soaked, panting, and spent, Raven gently dabbed at his body with a rough napkin (it was the best she could find).

“I hope…I hope you’re not…not mad.” Anon was still coming down, heavy breaths interrupting his sentence while she dried him off.

“Well, you’re lucky I like you so much, or I would be mad,” Raven assured, smirking just enough that he knew she was telling the truth.

“And if you didn’t like me so much?” he playfully asked.

“Hmm…” Raven pretended to give it some thought. “Then I wouldn’t have swallowed your cum, but you instead.” Seeing his eyes go wide at the implications, even though she was clearly joking, Raven gave him a reassuring pat on the head. It seemed to do the trick.

“I guess this means you ended up winning me a prize, after all,” he deduced. “Since you pulled me out.”

“That I did,” Raven confirmed. She kept him balanced on her palm, while her other hand dug out the item she’d been keeping in her jacket pocket. Her grey fingers, with black nail polish, brought forward a plastic capsule container. A clear dome with an opaque green bottom. Inside was a small stuffed animal. Really, too small to be of any use as a stuffed animal. Though that’s not what caught his attention.

“Wait a minute…did this come from one of those turn-crank machines that cost, like, a quarter?” he accused up at her. “You didn’t win this!”

“That’s exactly where I got this,” Raven nodded, not trying to hide its source, “and I did so win this. I put in money, I turned the crank, and I got an item I didn’t know about ahead of time. It’s like gambling. And you can win at gambling.”

“This is some shaky logic, Raven,” Anon confronted, smiling the whole time.

“Well, you’re gonna have to accept it, because I’m not having another public orgasm,” Raven said, standing firm during her pause, then finishing with, “…today.” The two of them shared a knowing smile. They both knew they were far from finished with public displays of affection. “I think we’ve had enough fun for today, though. All those thrills just make me want to get you back home and play some more ‘games.’” Raven leaned in close and purred.

“Wow, Raven,” Anon reacted with fake offense, “taking me back to your place after our first date? It almost sounds like you’re a…” Anon took a moment to let the silence push forward her unspoken desire.

“Say it…” she begged.

“…dirty slut,” he finished proudly. Anon then punctuated the claim but giving her lips a kiss. Raven gave a contented purr and heavy breath coming down on him from above, through her nose. Followed up by pinning him to her hand with a kiss. From anyone else, even her friends, Raven would not take kindly to being called a ‘dirty slut,’ even lovingly. But from Anon? It was like a promise. She knew he could, would, and should do stuff to her that would force her to act like one.

“Let’s get you home, where I can enjoy my prize.” Putting the toy away in her jacket, she pulled out his shirt and dropped it on him. While he took the quick second to dress, she treated herself to the sight of his naked boy for just that second more.

“Where are my pants?” Anon asked.

“They must have gotten lost,” Raven lied. “Oops.”

“Cute, real cute.” Anon reacted with only mild annoyance. After all, he’d be riding in her cleavage soon enough. His confidence in that fact was shaken when Raven began to move him around to her back. “Wait, where are you going?”

“You didn’t really think I wasn’t going to get you back for your little ‘game,’ did you?” Anon took one last look at her devilish face before he was moved out of her line of sight. With her other hand, Raven slid her fingers into the tight confines of her back pocket. As best she could, she created some space for him to slide into. It would be a far more constricting fit than when he rode ‘up front.’ “And don’t worry about someone grabbing you without me seeing,” Raven said with equal measures of teasing and genuine attempt to calm him. “People have been trying to grab at this ass for years. I know how to fight off bold hands.” With that final promise, Raven push down on his shoulders just a bit more to get his entire body down into her back pocket.

At no point was Anon in the least bit upset by this.