Ravenna's style is different from the conventional. She never starts with something wild, she much prefers things to start slowly and work their way up to madness, so I unbuttoned my clothes slowly and threw my shoes away, keeping my pants on as I climbed into bed.
The first time we had sex, I discovered that she wasn't very good at it. I don't think she had as much experience as she does now, after we got to know each other better with some good times and stuff.
I put my knee forward, leaning my body to kiss the witch's pale neck, which has a black choker matching the rest of her lingerie. She lets out a little moan before my hands start to move and explore that skin.
I don't know what kind of demonic charm Ravenna has, but in the end, no matter how much I try to avoid it, I still fall for her charm and dance in her hand like a puppet. I think that's what she means by being satisfied with controlling things, and honestly, it makes me angry to fall for her tricks so easily.
