Raven hummed a little tune to herself as she wandered through her home. It had been many years since the events on the Zaramin. Since then, the ship had reached its destination in the Tau System. Everything was as expected when the Orokin Ship had landed upon their new home planet. It took almost five years to finish basic construction of homes and buildings. During that time, as was the tradition and expectation, Raven and Chris were wed.

Since then, Raven had matured greatly, both physically and mentally. She was 28 now and absolutely, beautiful. In recent years she had let her hair grow out from its shorter era, which now draped down just past her shoulder blades. She had grown in height too, now standing at an average five foot six inches. As per any growing young woman, both her hips and breasts had widened perfectly, and she sported a pair of average C-cup breasts. Her husband didn't complain about the last part one bit!

He, more often than not, tried to convince her to just simply walk around the house naked, just to admire her form.

More than once, she just did for both the fun of it and the freedom.

That, and so they could fuck like rodents.

Not at the current moment though, no, she had to finish some of her preparations for tonight. So, she wore a simple pair of jeans and a black tank top, something she could get dirty in as she cooked. She never realized how much she enjoyed doing it until she actually learned how to do it. Reaching into one of the cupboards, she pulled out a larger plate and set it on the kitchen counter before moving towards the oven. In the next room, her husband was busy on the holo-phone.

“We still on for tonight?” he asked.

“I can't,” the hologram of the man answered. “Something came up.”

“Come on Shon! We've been planning this for weeks.”

The video feed of the blond headed man closed his brown eyes as he sighed. Shon Nar'feng was a coworker with Chris in the mining industry. Both were assigned as work partners when they started their jobs, and in recent years the two had become rather close. More often than not, they were seen together doing guy things -generally something stupid. Hence why women live longer than men- and they shared a lot about their lives with each other.

“I'm sorry…” Shon apologize. “I… my father has become ill…” The mood between the two had taken a turn for the worse. Chris’ disappointed mood changing into a sympathetic one. “He doesn't want it to become too big, but… he has lung cancer. It's stage four…”

For several seconds, Chris didn't say anything. “Well… maybe you should have lead with that,” he finally said, now understanding his coworker’s situation. “I gotcha, go be with your family. Tell them we say hi.”

“Will do. See you next week.”

“Peace.”

The feed buzzed and faded as the call ended. Leaning back against the couch the man rubbed his face out of exhaustion. Throwing his head back, he stared at the ceiling as he sighed. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Raven enter the living room. Wandering around the couch, she stood in front of him.

“So, what's the word?” she asked.

Sitting up, he answered. “Shon can't make it, he has a family matter that came up.”

“Oh, well that's too bad,” Raven replied, rather saddened.

“What about Scarlet? She bringing the twins?” he asked as she aimed her way back towards the kitchen.

“She'll be here,” Raven answered as she rested her arms against the back of the couch, finally taking a moment for a much-needed break. She decided that as a bonus, she teased her man with a generous showing of her cleavage, clearly revealing that she had forgone a bra this morning. “What about Kal and ‘Fita?”

“They’ll be here. Along with my mother, yours too!” he answered, removing his lustful stare away from the top of her bare breasts. She in turn smiled lustfully down at him as he slowly lifted his gaze up towards her eyes. With a smirk of his own, he lunged towards her with open arms, “Come here!”

“Eep! Ahaha! Eeee!”

Wrapping both arms around her smaller form, she eep'd and started giggling hysterically as he held on to her, pulling her over the end of the couch and into his lap. She continued to giggle and squeal as he manhandled her until he silenced her with a deep kiss. “Mhmmm….” she moaned into his mouth as she melted into the kiss, her wiggling coming to an end. The pair held the embrace for several seconds before reluctantly parting their lips for much needed air. Barely opening her eyes, Raven kept her gaze lidded as she rested her forehead against his.

Parting her lips yet again, she kissed him with equal vigor and demanding lust. As their lips mashed together, Raven yelped before she moaned into his mouth as she felt his palm cup her right breast. Messaging her clothed flesh, he adjusted his grasp, pinching her erect nipple through her shirt, which caused her to arch her back and press her protruding tit further into his wanting grasp.

The duo parted their lips for a mere millisecond to take a much-needed breath yet again before they mashed their lips together yet again with the same intensity as before. Removing his hand from her bountiful chest he used a finger to reach in between her breasts, using them as a guide as he forcefully pulled her top down, freeing her beautiful sweater puppies as they spilled out over the top of her shirt. He wasted little time by palming her bare breast again and squeezing roughly, her hardened and stiff nipple was very predominant against his palm as he massaged her perfect mammary. They just fit perfectly in his hand. No to big to where they pooled out between his fingers and not to small he could rub them with two fingers, they just... fit!

Not one to back down from his advances and assault on her body. Deciding it was time to fight back, she reached down and snaked her right hand in between her body and his. Finding the large tent pitched inside his cargo pants, she rested her open palm against his erection and gently applied pressure, just enough to garner a reaction. In this case, a very satisfyinggroan of pleasure as he throbbed against the inside of his boxers. Delicately, she wrapped her nimble fingers around his trapped prick and gently stroked his still growing erection, using her palm to gently apply a very pleasurable pressure each time she peaked against his second head. His continuous throbbing against her grasp told her all she needed and that she was not to stop no matter what happened. Feeling the zipper poking the bottom of her hand, Raven stopped her prompt to handjob and gingerly took it the piece of metal between her thumb and pointer finger, pulling it down slowly.

Teasingly slow…

Once it was fully down, Raven wasted little time unbuttoning his pants and shoving the entirety of her hand inside his boxers and grasping his burning steel rod. Oh… now she was really looking forward to the pussy pounding she was about to receive! She could feel his engorged head leaking pre with each stroke, lubing her hand with each pass. Breaking the kiss with a loud smack, she giggled at the look of pleasure her man was sporting as she jerked him off. Gathering a consistent rhythm, she used her whole hand to massage his penis.

“You better return the favor mister!” she threatened.

Smirking, he removed his hand from her exposed tit, causing the cool temperature of the room to bit at her exposed nipple, causing it to poke outwards even further. Wasting little time and with precise aim he grabbed her covered crotch with his whole hand, causing her to gasp and squeeze his dick in response, garnering a throb and a groan from him in return. Messaging her kooch, she whimpered wantingly, gingerly humping his hand as she felt her panties rubbing against her engorged clit.

“N-Now!” she begged breathlessly, her attempt at sounding dominant, but it came out more as a pleading whimper.

He lunged forward and mashed his lips against hers again, shoving his tongue in her mouth as it danced with her wet muscle. Sucking on the invasion, she moaned into his mouth. Unbuttoning her jeans and flat out ignoring the zipper, he just shoved his entire hand down her pants. “YES!” she shouted towards the heavens, breaking the kiss as her back arched. She squeezed his cock harder as he palmed her bare pussy yet again.

“I see you shaved…” he whispered huskily into her ear. Of course she shaved the pubes of her pussy. She especially hated it when they itched. But she also did it for a few reasons; one, he loved staring at her bare, uncensored mound at every waking moment he had, especially when he held her legs open as wide as possible by the ankles and speared her bare pussy with fat cock. Number two, it definitely improved her bikini lines. As he wiggled his fingers inside her hot mound, Raven's jaw bobbed up and down like a fish as she felt him gently pull out and vigorously rub her sensitive clit with the tips of his fingers, teasing her leaking sex. She couldn't take it any longer, she need something big and hard shoved in between her legs this instant! She squealed to the heavens as he shoved two fingers in her smoldering kooch as far as he could.

She could feel herself leaking more and more around his intruding fingers as he pulled out from inside her burning cavern and gently stroked her swollen pussy lips with the tips of his fingers. She gasped as he applied the tiniest bout of pressure he ever so slightly spread her lower lips, dragging his finger down the length of her tight slit. Coating the tips of his fingers with her honey, they glided along her wet folds like butter. Garnering a rhythm, he slowly stroked her wet folds from the back of her slit to the front, using the underside of his finger he pressed it against her swollen clit, causing her to suck in a deep breath. Humping his invasive fingers, he further teased her by simply repeating the process. Back to front, press her clit like a little button, then go front to back and repeat.

Her legs shook wildly with each stroke of her pussy lips. In an attempt to stop the shaking, she bit her lower lip and crossed her legs. In hindsight, it seemed like a good plan. In reality, it only caused her to push his hand further into her swollen sex.

Unable to take it anymore, she grasped his wrist with her left hand and squeezed, silently begging him to finally stop the damned teasing and finger fuck her!

And he did!

She gasped loudly as she felt her now soaked labia part around his middle and ring finger as he inserted them into her burning depths. Indescribable pleasure wracked her form as her pussy clamped around the intrusion, attempting to pull his fingers further in to wanting cavern, milking them for the one thing that only her husband's rock-hard prick could provide. Her grip on both his wrist and his cock tightened significantly as he curled his fingers upwards inside her pussy, aggressively rubbing them against her tender g-spot, which caused her back to arch far off the couch yet again. As she humped his hand with more vigor in an attempt to draw out her sexual desire further, she continued pumping her right hand up and down his fat cock as fast as she could, she could feel him getting close by how frequent his dick throbbed in her grasp.

“Ah! Mmph!” she gasped, biting her lower lip as he again changed up his tactics. Due to the tightness and limited maneuverability inside her jeans, he was forced to resort solely to finger work. Unable to fuck her properly, he pushed up into her as far as he could, scissoring both fingers.

“Oh-ho by the Void! MMPH!”

She was leaking like a faucet as her pussy gushed around his intruding fingers. With her sexual pleasure reaching new heights, it only served to cause two things; soaking her panties and creating less friction between her quivering walls and his fingers. Increasing her pleasure, she gyrated her hips, humping even harder and more desperately against his hand.

“Mhmm… ah… yes… yes, YES!” she moaned as more and more pleasure wracked her form. A wonderful tingle shot up her spine and buried itself insider her brain. The walls of her pussy spasmed and tightened around his fingers, the lewd wet slapping if his palm on her lower lips only fueled her sexual desire to reach her leak. She was on the edge of her climax and both her and her husband knew it. All she needed one last-

“OH GOD!”

Pulling his fingers out as far as her jeans allowed he held them there with only the first knuckle of his two fingers still trapped inside her honey pot… before thrusting them into soaking wet slit as far and as hard as he could! The walls of her quivering pussy clamped down like a vice around his fingers, attempting to milk them for all its worth as she squirted violently and loudly, coating his already wet hand with her burning lady cum. She moaned like whore as she flexed her vaginal muscles around the intrusion, drawing out her orgasm as long as she could. Coming down from her high and with a pleasant sigh, Raven sank into the comforting softness of the couch, and still enjoying the pleasure she continued to receive from the fingers still buried knuckle deep in her snatch.

“Baby? Still hanging here!”

Out of the corner of her eye, Raven could see the pleading look of her husband. Realizing that she had stopped her stroking and still had a job to do. Smirking internally, she released her grip on his shaft and grabbed his testicles, cupping them in her palm, she gently massaged his balls as she tried to adjust herself to pleasure him better. Quite hard to do with his hand still buried in between her legs. Each little movement she made only cause his fingers to rub against the walls of her still tight pussy.

She moaned in both pleasure and sadness as she felt his fingers retreat from her inner sanctuary. Releasing his balls from her grasp, she pulled her now soaked hand that was covered on his pre-cum from the inside of his boxers. Getting off the couch, she hooked her fingers inside her waistband and pulled her pants down. The cooler air of the room bite at her exposed pussy lips upon exposure, a cool relief from the hot and soaked confines of her panties. Once they were around her ankles, she dropped to her knees, pulled his pants to his knees and started to suck him off, using her right hand to jerk him off while she used her left to vigorously rub her clit in preparation for round two.

The sounds of her wet and sloppy sucking and his groans and moans of ecstasy filled the room and bounced off the wall of the house. The wet sounds of her fingers rubbing against her labia further fueled their sexual desire for each other. He needed to hilt his cock in her perfect pussy, and she needed to be working his rock-hard pole like a stripper. As soon as he blasted his burning seed straight down her wonderful throat, he was going to pick her up, throw her on the couch, spread her legs wide and fuck her into nothing more than a melted mess of sexual desire and nerve endings.

Click!

Both their eyes snapped open in horror at the sound of the front door opening. Halfway down his throbbing dick and buried knuckle deep in her pussy, Raven could only stare up at her man while he stared down through her bangs that had partially covered her eyes. Both were so lost in their sexual activity that they forgot one crucial detail.

“Mommy? Daddy? Where are you?”

Their eyes went wide in terror. Chris’ head snapped towards the closest clock that sat on a nearby end table. “It's three...”

Three o'clock. Schools out.

And both were in the center of the house, pants at their ankles. He was half naked sporting a raging boner while she was 90% nude, both tits hanging free, dick in her mouth, and two fingers now buried knuckle deep in her spread, leaking pussy. She was sure there was a puddle of her lady cum pooled below her too.

The next fifteen seconds was flurry of panic as they tried to get decent as fast as possible. Releasing his spit roasted penis from her mouth, he wasted little time by grabbing it and shoving it back inside his boxers as he fought to zip and button them. Raven regretfully whimpered one last time as she pulled her soaked fingers from her swollen pussy lips as she stood up, pulling up her pants in the process. When her soaked panties contacted her burning lower lips, she shuddered, her cold juices making her feel rather uncomfortable. Ignoring the strange sensation, she shoved both her tits back inside her top. Soon, they were both presentable.

She felt something warm, wet, and sticky in between her fingers. With one last wide-eyed look of horror, she lifted it and stuck her fingers in her mouth, all the way up to the knuckle. Tasting the bitter flavor of her cum on her knuckles, she sucked hard to clean her fingers, just as he son walked into the room. Putting on her best disguise, she did her best to play innocent, putting on her best motherly smile as she wiped her hand on the back of her pants.

That was to close.

She didn't even get the fucking she so desperate and horny for at this moment.

Well, it was either giving up a well-deserved fuck and possibly scaring her son. Or holding off for a few hours and protecting his innocence for a few more years.

That was a pair of questions she didn't want to answer at the moment.

“Mommy, daddy!” the little brown haired blue-eyed boy squeaked out as he entered, his little backpack bouncing as he ran.

“Sweetie!” Raven replied with equal enthusiasm as her little boy as she opened her arms, bending down to catch him. The little seven-year-old was all too eager to embrace her. Hugging him, she wrapped her arms around his tiny form and lifted him up, holding him close to her warm breast, nuzzling his cheek.

It was several years into their marriage before Raven even considered the prospect of having a child. Of course, they had dabbled in the area of sex and they often experimented with positions, places, and the kinkiest shit they could do. Nearly getting caught was now way up there in their kink list.

When Raven was 20 did she finally consider having children. She was the one to bring it up too. One great fuck and a long night of nonstop sex, followed by several more attempts for good luck to make sure his sperm took was all the assurance they needed. Nine months later, their son Zachariah was born.

Their sex life didn't change much.

But that was a story for another time.

“How was school?” she asked as she placed him down on the ground, taking his backpack off his back.

“Good!” Zachariah answered giddily.

“Learn anything interesting bud?” Chris asked his boy as he leaned forward on the couch, interlacing his fingers as he rested his elbows on his knees.

As father and son started to talk about the day, Raven hung up her sons bag on the coat hooks next to the front door. Without missing a beat, she decided to head towards the kitchen to check on the meal that had been cooking all morning. Running her hand through her son’s hair as she passed by, her husband slapped her on the ass, causing her to squeak and jump forward slightly.

She giggled playfully while their son thought it nothing more than a simple game.

As she entered the kitchen, she got to work on finishing what she had started. Checking the roast quickly, she moved onward towards preparing a wad of dough for biscuits, messaging it in preparation for baking.

Humming a little tune to herself, she was so lost in her work that she failed to notice her husband come up behind her, hugging her from behind. “Hey baby~” he sang into her ear, cupping her right beast is his palm, messaging it gently. She ignored his messaging as she continued to work on her preparations. “You know, I've been thinking…” he said into her ear, gently biting her earlobe between his teeth as she felt his other hand tease her panty line.

“Did it hurt?” she quipped, ignoring his exploration of her body.

Chuckling around her ear, he released the trapped flesh and nipped at the side of her neck. She was putting up a strong front by not garnering a reaction to egg him on further. It was faltering, but she was resisting. Nibbling at the sensitive flesh on her neck, she hummed approvingly, tilting her head slightly, she allowed him access to pleasure her a little bit more. “I was thinking…” he said between each tiny kiss. “That maybe… we could… have another kid?”

Raising an eyebrow, Raven turned her head to look over her shoulder questioningly at him with a ‘you really serious?’ type look, forcing her to stop and smile innocently at him. Sighing, she pulled free from his enticing grasp, turning around on the spot and resting her elbows against the kitchen table. Stepping back, he simply admired her perfect hourglass form before she decided to say something. “You want another kid?”

Stepping forward, he rubbed her bare right arm with his left hand, enjoying the contact of her soft skin against his rough palm. Resting his forehead against hers, the pair simply enjoyed each other’s company and embrace. “I know how much you wanted to have a child, and Zach is a wonderful son.” She gasped deeply in both pleasure and surprise as she felt a finger press firmly against her jeans, right between her slightly parted legs. The rough fabric and cool wetness of her damp panties pressed firmly against her warm slit.

“You're as horny as a Pobber, you known that?” she stated as he gingerly stroked her cloth covered sex, teasing her once more. Turning around, as much as she didn't want to, she continued with her preparations for tonight and forced him to stop. Probably just in time too, before she decided to say, ‘fuck it and fuck me!’ and let him jump her right there in the kitchen.

“Well? What do say?” he asked as he stepped up next to her, resting a hand on her shoulder as he watched her work.

“You'd like that wouldn't you?” she said. “To see my swollen belly bounce with my tits as we fuck. Right?” she questioned cheekily, garnering a lustful and all to eager smirk from him.

“Well, you still owe me one!”

Turning around, she pecked him on the lips lightly. “Well… if it's any consolation…” she whispered breathlessly, putting on her best sexual front she could muster, he could smell her lady cum on her warm breath as she spoke. Standing on the tips of her toes and placing both hands on his shoulders, giving his ear a tantalizing lick. “At least I still came!” Patting him on the chest twice, she promptly turned around and went back to work as though nothing happened.

“You're welcome. By the way,” he deadpanned. She knew he was being sarcastic, which caused her to laugh loudly.

“Thank you, by the way,” she thanked him lovingly. “But at least you're not stuck wearing wet panties.”

“Then change!” he suggested, rather baffled at the declaration.

Without turning her head, she glanced to the side, a teasing smile graced her lips. “I think it's hot…” Without looking, she reached over and grabbed his crotch and squeezed hard.

“Ah shit!” he yelped somewhat painfully, both hands snapping down to grab her hand.

“I know you do too!” she said playfully, giving him one last squeeze for good measure before releasing him. “Now go play with your son. I need to finish up here,” she shooed. As he left, Raven searched the room quickly before finding a bag of flower. Grabbing it, she attempted to open it.

As Chris entered the living room, he was about to head towards his son, who was playing with one of his toys when he heard what sounded like a bag tearing. The sound of Raven squeaking caused him to turn around and quickly head towards the sound of his wife's distress. Upon entering the kitchen, he immediately snorted a laugh. Raven stood in the center an open bag of flower in her grip, her head and face covered in flour. She coughed cutely, causing a small puff of the white powder to escape from between her lips. Gently opening her right eye just enough to see out of it, she slowly placed the bag on the counter with the tips of her fingers.

“Come here,” her husband requested, stepping up towards her. Turning around she stood still while he gently cupped her chin. Using his sleeve, he gingerly wiped the flour from her eyes. “Okay. I’d kiss you, but you'd taste like flour,” he laughed.

Cautiously opening her left eye, she looked around the room before opening her right. Well, it appeared that most of it was on her and not everywhere else. Holding out her arms in disgust, she looked down at her soiled clothing. The shoulders of her tank top were now snowy white, and the tops of her breasts looked as though she shunned the sun with a fiery hatred. With a sigh, she turned and headed towards the bathroom speaking as she left. “Please clean this while I get clean?”

“Got it baby!”

Heading up the stairs and into her bedroom, she wasted little time stripping her tank top. With a sigh of relief from freeing her trapped tits, she headed towards the attached master bathroom. Swatting off as much flour as she could into a trash can, she tossed her shirt into the hamper. Deciding to change her wet underwear to, she stripped out of her pants and panties and added them to the pile. With a full body stretch, she held one arm over her head, enjoying the freedom of her nudity for a few seconds before she had to get dressed again. Grabbing everything she needed, she quickly dressed her lower half. With shirt in hand, she headed off towards the bathroom yet again.

Wiping off the tops of her breasts with a dry washcloth, cleaning off as much flour as she could. Running her hands through her hair, she shook them violently over the trash can, causing flour to rain down like snow both into and around the trash can. Using the rag to wipe her face clean. As soon as most of it was off, she soaked the rag with water from the sink and used it to collect the remaining particles of flour. Dawning her shirt, she turned on the sink and cupped her hands. Splashing her face with water, she let the warm water relax her.

Grabbing a nearby towel, she turned off the water and wiped her face. Running a hand through her hair, she threw the tangled mess across her back. She'd deal with it later before the party. She smelled like flour, food, sweat and sex.

People generally don't like other people smelling the latter.

Hanging up the towel she turned to check herself in the mirror. Turning her head to check her face, she noticed that she missed a little patch under her chin. Turning on the water, she lowered her head towards the sink to wash it off. Once she was good, she went to check again.

But it was not her looking back in the mirror…

“Ah!” she screamed as she stumbled backwards. Looking back at her was the nightmare she had long since forgotten! “No… no, you aren't real!” she shouted at the man in the mirror.

“Remember!”

Her fear was replaced with anger as she approached the mirror. She hadn't dealt with him in years and she didn't want to deal with him now! “You aren't real!” she repeated with an accusatory finger.

“Remember!”

“There is nothing to remember! You aren't real!”

She stood firm against this, this… thing! It was nothing more than a memory, a dream. She was happy! Nothing was going to take it away from her!

A hand wrapped around her mouth, causing her eyes to widen in horror. “MHMMMM!” Both hands wrapped around his wrist as she attempted to pull free. Her attempts to pull away continued but his cold, metallic hand held firm as her sock covered feet did little garner grip against the tile floor. As he slowly started to pull her towards the mirror, she struggled to fight back as hard as she could.

“BABY!?”

“MOMMY!”

She could hear both her husband and son running up the stairs and towards her direction, it strengthened her resolve to fight back. “Mmmm!” she attempted to shout around the hand covering her mouth as she placed her foot against the sink. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her boys in the doorway. She held out a hand, pleading for her husband to save her! “MMPH!” she yelped when her foot slipped.

And that's when she was pulled halfway through the mirror.

Tears streamed down her face due to the sheer terror she was facing. “Let go of my wife!” her husband shouted furiously as he grabbed both of her legs. It was frightening tug of war between her husband and this demon. She could hear her son crying and pleading in the background. It only served to make her ache even more. Through her tears she could only stare into the faceless helmet of her tormentor.

As the two struggled over her form, she could only pray that this was some sick nightmare and that she fell asleep in the kitchen again. The struggle stayed at a stalemate for some time before the demon had enough. Reach down he drew his pistol and pointed it right at her husband’s face. He opened his eyes long enough to see the barrel.

Before he was shot in the head.

“Mhmmm! Mhmph, MMHMMM!” Raven screamed into his hand. Her son let out a blood curdling scream as daddy fell backwards through the doorway. Raven's vision was blurred by her tears as her husbands form disappeared from her vision, hearing his ;imp form impacting against the floor. Holstering his weapon, he had no resistance whatsoever. Using his other hand, he grabbed her by the seat of her pants and pulled her though and into the white abyss.

“MOMMY!” her son screamed out for her, his small form begging for her to return to him as he ran towards her. She kicked wildly in an attempt to break free, but it was all in vain. Pulling her through, he held her up by her mouth while she wiggled and squirmed more and more in a vain attempt free herself. Opening her eyes, she froze when she saw Zachariah pressed up against the other side of the mirror. His little hands punched and pressed against the glass as he screamed for her, tears streaming down his face. With newfound determination she fought as hard as she could against his grasp.

Until she heard what sounded like glass breaking.

Opening her eyes, she focused on the mirror. A large jagged crack split the mirror in two. Zachariah backed away from the mirror to look at the crack. He flinched away when a second one appeared, followed by a third and a fourth. Soon, the entirety of the mirror was covered in spider web like cracks. With one last look of horror, Raven held out her hand towards her child, as though she could reach through the pull him towards her and to safety.

“MOMMY!” she heard him scream one last time as the mirror shattered to dust.

“Mmhmm!” she screamed one last time. The only thing she could do was watch as her little boy shatter into nothing more than mere pieces of glittering dust. In a sense… it was beautiful. The particles drifted like snow towards the ground.

Everything… was gone…

Her body felt numb. Her world was gone, shattered like the mirror. She had no purpose or reason to even fight back. Going limp in his grip, all she could do was sob. Her whole body shook, and her nose ran down her face.

It was more real than she ever imagined.

Below her, Frost continued to stare at the remnants of the mirror before turning his horned head towards her. Surveying her alien form, he gently grabbed onto her right bicep and released his grip around her mouth, using his left hand to her left bicep. She sobbed loudly, but he ignored her struggles as he gently placed her on her feet. Releasing her, she simply stood there… and sobbed.

Gingerly, he ran a hand through her hair, grabbing a fist full of her beautiful brown hair he gently pulled. Her long flowing locks came free without hassle, her hair taking on its once shorter form of her youth, its dark brown coloring bleeding into a jet black color. Releasing it, her locks faded like dust in the wind as it fell. Placing his right hand under her chin, he gingerly lifted her head and ran his left thumb across her right eye. Gone was her once perfect skin and gorgeous blue eyes, replaced was a dark black scar and jet black metallic eye patch. Reaching up, he placed both hands on the top of her head.

A bright red glow engulfed his hands and spread across the top of her head and down her body. Her whole form glowed bright red, enlightening the area and his form. The glowing stopped after several seconds, her physic having changing drastically. Gone was the beautiful married beauty and returned was the young teen from so long ago. Raven continued to sob and sniffle before she opened her one good eye and staring right at the suits abdomen.

She gasped.

As she saw her reflection in his polished armor. Blinking the tears away, she tilted her head to make sure that what she was seeing was indeed herself. Wiping her face with her sleeve, she did a double take as she leaned in closer to examine the eye patch. With a shaky hand, she held it over her scarred eye before she gingerly ran two fingers over the cold metal surface.

“What did you do to me…?”

Looking up at him, she demanded that he give her answers. Frost continued to stare down at her before finally speaking. “Walk with me, Operator.” Turning around, he started walking. With nothing more to do, she followed suite.

“Where am I?” she asked weakly, the recent events still weighing hard on her heart. She didn't know what to think anymore.

“Your subconscious, Operator,” he explained. “I have sensed a dark presence in your mind.”

Raven blinked. “Why do you care?”

He spun abruptly, forcing Raven to stop. “Because it's my job to protect you, Operator!” He lifted his head, seeming to search the area for something. “Our Somatic Link allowed me to sense some dark force inside your mind. But I am unable to identify its source.” Raven glanced down and to the side, lost in thought. A distant memory came to mind. Frost’s head snapped down to her. “You remember.”

“But that doesn’t explain how I seemed to have ended up here?” Raven questioned. “Or why I seemed to have lived out part of my life as normal?”

“Your subconscious created a false reality that you so desperately desired,” Frost answered. “One created by an older memory.” She tilted her head to the side, waiting for further context as she raised an eyebrow. “I have had plenty of time to search your memories. I have also been watching you for some time.”

Her eye went wide as she immediately avoided eye contact, a deep red blush covering her entire face. If that meant what she thought it did… well... “A-And that means what exactly…?”

“I attempted to contact you. But you refused to acknowledge me.”

“Why didn't you keep trying?”

“You willed it,” he explained rather simply. “Your will against the Somatic link was so strong that I was not able to contact you. Until you had forgotten that your will had faltered, Operator. Only then when the will was weak enough could we interact.” Holding up his right hand, it glowed bright white, a similar white orb of energy swirling in his palm. “Remember, Operator.”

Raven stared into the orb curiously. “What do you want me to remember, exactly?”

“These are the memories long since forgotten. This, is what you are!” he stated.

Cautiously, Raven stared into the orb. What she is? What does that mean? Gingerly, she lifted her right hand and held it near the orb but didn't touch it. As her hand shook nervously, she rotated her hand to look at her palm. “And if I refuse?”

Frost didn't respond, as though he was judging her. Perhaps silently asking ‘Are you fucking stupid?’ "I can return you to the reality you left. Where you will live the rest of your life until you die. Hereby your subconscious will fade into nothing.” She glanced down and to the right, remembering how happy she was. Some of it was nothing but a mere blur. “But Operator I must tell you this.” Leaning in closer he gently placed his left on her right shoulder. “The demon that possess your form will unleash your powers upon this world. He will use you to hurt those closest to you. That white one has deep emotions for you.”

Raven's eye went wide in terror. “...Mom.”

Releasing her shoulder, he stood tall. Once again, she stared deeply into the swirling ball of energy. “Will you be with me?”

“We are one, Operator. You are the mind, I am the body.”

Glancing down at her hand one last time, she lifted it over her head and slapped her palm against his. There was a blinding flash of light that forced her to close her eye. The memories came as fast as they went. Voices raced by allowing her to catch one word or another. All around her, she was surrounded by memories long since forgotten. The Zaramin returned as dark as ever. She could see an opaque version of herself surrounded by her friends. Blinking from view, she appeared several feet away, her friends celebrating her success.

"Harness your powers Operator. The Void Dash. Only you possess the ability to transfer through the Void!"

The memory faded as it was replaced with another. She stood trapped, surrounded by the corrupted monsters spawned by the Void. Pouncing her, she held out both hands as a powerful conic blast emitted from her open palms, knocking the monsters back.

“The Void Blast. Let no barrier hold you back!”

The memory dissipated and was replaced with a third. She could see a dark red outline as it slipped past two sentries guarding a corridor in the broken Zaramin. Once she was across, her invisibility faded, allowing her a sigh of relief. She yelped when the two sentries rounded the corner and pounded her, causing her to disappear as they landed on the floor with a roll.

“The Void Mode. You, Operator, are the catalyst between this realm and the Void. Harness its power!”

A pair of dark green eyes appeared staring down at her smaller form. She knew who that was, she knew what she had to do!

"Only through Transference may we be one!

Her eye shot open, glowing red hot. “I remember!”

An explosion like sound resonated through the area as she opened her arms wide, ready for a fight!

In the frozen tundra of the Equestrian North, a black mist exploded from Raven’s chest cavity, throwing her backwards and it hard against the ice, violently spider webbing it. Flipping through the air, Raven landed on all fours, sliding across the snow before stopping.

“No,” the mist said, clearly confused and somewhat frustrated. “No, I own you! That is my body!”

“Nobody owns me!” she shouted in defiance.

With a growl, the mist pulsed with anger. With a vicious scream, the mist shot forward. Raven didn't move as she called upon her Somatic Link. In a flash of light, gone was the young teen.

Now, stood the Warframe!

Reaching out, she caught the mist in her grasp. It dissipated around her form, revealing a jet-black stallion held around the neck. Grabbing onto her wrist, he gagged in a poor attempt to free himself. “How dare you! How dare you defy your King!”

Holding him up to her face, she stared into the kings smoldering eyes. “You're not my king!” she growled. Pulling him back, she threw him as hard as she could. The stallion impacted hard against the ice, shattering it further. Sliding down into a sitting position, he shook his head before growling angrily.

“You will not deny me my rightful rule as King!”

Shooting to his hooves, the king charged forward as fast as he could towards her. Shaking with anger, she was not going to take any more of his bullshit!

“You will not terrorize me anymore!” diving deep into her connection to the Warframe and the Void. Both of her metallic hands shone bright with power. Channeling her energy into the ice, she pulled with all her might.

The ice collided hard enough to shake the ground violently. A resounding crack of the ice impacting and cracking filled the frozen night air. The impact was powerful enough…

That it trapped the dark demon inside…

Author's Notes:

I don't know whats worse.
The fact that I wrote this...
Posted it...
Or that people may or may not have gotten off to this...

Lest I remind you that it was a false reality of a 28 year old, in the mind of a 1000+ year old with the body of a teen girl...

I'm not even going to bother with warnings to the sexual parts, its already in the tags along with the mature tag.

I've never written smut before so my worst critics are me, myself and I.