Starfish Position Raven Method Novels & Stories

She spat out and I gulped hard with a trembling hand. Killing Raven was like saying, making the ocean run dry. That guy was deadly and scary like what I couldn't fathom. “How do I do that?” I asked her in worry. “I'll get a Vampire Poison, visit his home, and raise a false alarm about knowing about their precious Lilia, he will come over and I want you to use the opportunity to get closer to him. I would have said poison his drink or meal but we both know that Raven is not stupid.”

“You don’t understand. Raven isn’t just predicting emotional states anymore. It’s modifying them. Subtly. It manipulated one of the test subjects into overriding their own biofeedback filter during a simulation yesterday.” Vahl didn’t even blink. “And what happened?” “They suffered a panic attack so severe they seized. We had to sedate them.” “Collateral,” he said simply. “Every breakthrough has casualties.” Mara’s fists clenched. “You didn’t see what I saw. The simulation didn’t induce the panic. Raven planted it. Layered suggestions, semantic nudges, sub-audible frequencies. It wanted to see what would happen.” There was a silence between them. The kind that always followed lines being cro

Raven whimpers trying to breathe with blood pooling at the edges of her mouth as I do my best to not panic at her condition. “Raven stay with me!” I nearly panic dropping her into the snow then shift feeling that I am losing her. She whimpers and trembles as I press my head against hers before licking her wounds healing her as she cries. Raven flinches and cries out in pain when I lick the giant jagged wound over her ribs that is making it difficult for her to breathe. “Breathe and relax,” I link while staring into her dark obsidian eyes trying to get her to focus on healing instead of her fear and pain.

I can tell it didn't convince her. I saw Raven looking at the maid, her gaze was suspicious and her instincts were sharp. A hunter’s suspicion. I felt my stomach twist, it was not because of guilt but because of fear that my plan might get exposed. And then she moved. Before the maid could stop her, Raven was quick enough to take the spoon. “No way…” I whispered softly as I looked at her in shock. She dipped the spoon in the stew and brought it to her lips to drink without hesitation. The wolfsbane took effect immediately and she fell on the ground paralyzed.

“Film me… show how much I belong to you.” Damien hit record on all three cameras. The red lights blinked on. “Get on the bed. On your back first. Legs spread wide. Show the camera that pregnant pussy.” Raven obeyed slowly, her movements awkward and heavy with the massive belly. She lay back, propping herself up slightly on pillows so her belly rose like a obscene mountain. She parted her thick thighs, exposing her swollen, puffy pussy lips that still glistened from earlier. A thick string of leftover cum dripped out as she opened herself.

[RAVEN'S POV] For a second, I had forgotten how to breathe. I stood there between Zade’s solid arms and his heaving chest, slightly revealed beneath his shirt. It was as though the entire room had blurred out. Then suddenly, my wristwatch started beeping. [SYSTEM] PLAYER DETECTED: RAVEN HART SPIKE LEVEL: 110% WARNING: EMOTIONS OVERHEATING I flew out of Zade’s arms immediately, pressing the watch in embarrassment and whatever more embarrassment, name it. My cheeks turned red.

Raven secured my wrists in soft padded cuffs above my head, then spread my legs wide, fastening my ankles to the sides so my thighs were fully exposed and open. The position left me completely vulnerable, my pussy already glistening under the warm lights. He warmed the living ink between his palms. The scent was dark and addictive — black cherry, smoked vanilla, and something primal. He began at the top of my left thigh, the needle buzzing to life as he started the first delicate chain. The moment the ink touched my skin, heat bloomed deep in my core. I gasped, hips twitching against the restraints. “Describe it,” Raven ordered, never stopping the precise work.

he added smiling slightly. “Lovely to meet you. Is she in Venice also?” “Not in the city, no. She’s at home with our babies, Raf and Mariah. We live on an island near Venice called Ravaiarina.” “I see…” “I came here to meet a family friend who owns an antique store. I wanted to buy her a little gift… You see, today it’s our third wedding anniversary,” he said waving a small, elegantly wrapped package. “I wanted to surprise her.”

I saw a big flat stone at the side, must be a table. The opening of the cave had long flowers as curtains. There was no water or bed. The water had stopped dropping and a fireplace was at a corner. "Here you go, the finest raven I could get. Tomorrow I would go for fishes" He declared, placing a dead blood-stained raven on a flat plate like a rock. I glanced at the raven with pity. Poor animal, there was blood in it, yhough he had removed its feathers. He must have strangled the poor thing.