Matt & Ravyn (Almost) Get Spicy (Patreon)

Hey, guys! Ry here. As many of you are aware, we receive the bulk of our income from commissions. Those works are our greatest opportunities to learn and practice, and as of late I've been practicing writing intimacy. That's why, with PhantomKnight's permission, I am am posting a snippet of the commission he and I are currently working on.

The premise: In this story, a boy and his father end up on San Island. Matt and Ravyn are trying to figure out what happened. The boy proves to be a menace and the two have to chaperone him until Emberlynn returns.

While this work is 100% non-canon, I thought some of you might enjoy what an intimate moment between Matt and Ravyn would look like. If you guys would like to see more of these, please let us know here on Patreon or in the Discord. I would be more than happy to share my other pieces as well.

Until then, enjoy!

Matt shook his head, and a salacious smile tugged at the corners of Ravyn’s mouth. “Think he got the hint?”

“Oh, I think he did,” Ravyn cooed. She gripped his chin and turned his head toward her. Pressing her lips against his, she slipped her tongue inside and lapped at him like a woman starved. Matt reciprocated the kiss, and for a moment they enjoyed each other’s company. When she parted, she brushed her pointer finger down his lips as an idea began to form. “Wait here.”

Matt lolled his head curiously while Ravyn made for another of the umbrellas. Twirling it in her hands, she returned to Matt and dug the butt of the umbrella into the sand until it was halfway down. She made a gesture with her hands for Matt to move over, closer to the center where the towel was, while she walked over to the other side to adjust the umbrella they’d already had. She ripped it out, sat beside Matt, then tilted the umbrella and dug it in similarly to how she had with the one before it. When she was done, the two umbrellas hid them like two halves of a clam.

“What is this?” Matt asked.

“For your brave display,” Ravyn said as she tugged at the golden ring around her bra, “I think you deserve a reward.”

Matt visibly swallowed. “What kind of reward?”

“Use your head, man.”

He sputtered a laugh.

Ravyn frowned. “What’s so funny?”

He shook his head. “Nothing, it’s just… on Earth, we used to use that for everything. ‘Leave me alone, man,’ get out of my way, man.’ That’s all.”

She blushed. “Mou ii. Do you want to put the rest of the sunscreen on me or not?”

He crawled toward her on his hands and knees. Ravyn hissed gleefully through her teeth, eyes wide. Forget everything I said. Just fuck me on the beach.

She couldn’t let him know that he’d gained the edge, though. With dexterous fingers, she snatched up the sunscreen bottle and held it between their faces. “I’ll let you put it anywhere you want.”

“Anywhere, huh?”

Ravyn slowly nodded.

With the precision of man who’d had his way with way too many catgirls, Matt undid the ring around her bra with a single maneuver. Her breasts heaved forward, and before she had a moment to fight back, Matt snared the wrist holding the sunscreen and pushed her to the ground.

“M-Matt,” she breathed.

“Yes, my sweet?” he growled on her neck, planting kisses along the bend. Each time his lips met her skin, it felt like he was dousing the heat beneath her, only for it to grow in intensity.

She couldn’t admit how badly she wanted him. Not right now; not when she was the one rewarding him. She had to wrestle control away from him.

“[D-Displace].” In a flash, Ravyn switched spots with the shovel at the edge of the dome she’d created. Matt, now with a shovel in his hand, looked at her over his shoulder. “If you want anything else, you’ll do as I say. Understand?”

Slowly, a knowing smile crept onto Matt’s face. “Of course.”

“Good,” she said, steadying her voice; which took far more effort than it should have. Slowly, she leaned back and shook the bottle in her hand. Placing it in the sand beside her, she lolled her head back and squeezed her arms around her tits, making them appear much bigger than normal. “Then come here and do as I asked.”

Matt’s smile widened as he snatched up the bottle and spilled a small puddle into the palm of his hand. Ravyn’s heart hammered against her chest as she anticipated his touch. And goddess above, was it a nice fucking sensation. His hands were strong and smooth, cupping her from the bottom as he used his thumbs to play with her hardened nipples. A soft gasp escaped her lips, which she’d managed to get under control before it morphed into a squeal. She feared that the damage had already been done, however, and that Matt knew what he was doing.

Damn it, why does he always mold me like clay?

“How does that feel?” Matt asked.

Ravyn, so focused on his fingers around her budding nipples, breathed with each rotation of his thumbs. A few seconds passed before she finally answered. “Feels… good,” she breathed.

Matt’s smolder intensified. He brushed his hands along her breasts, sweeping them around the tops, then cupping them from the bottom. Each motion lit a fire under Ravyn’s skin. Her nerves tingled, her toes curled, her grip around the towel tightened.

Matt moved his hands down along her belly, using his middle finger to catch her belly button on the way down. Gasping, Ravyn tightened the gap between her legs, the heat of her sex growing with each maneuver. Matt used his strong hands to grip her slender waist, brushing his hands down the sides as if he were molding her into his ideal shape. He tucked a finger beneath her bikini bottom, and when Ravyn raised her hand to stop him, he pinned her wrist to the ground.

Ravyn bit her bottom lip. She wasn’t accustomed to losing control, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it. She loved it when he got like this. There was this passion, this burning fire in his eyes that she scarce saw anywhere else. Some other force would take control of him at that point, and soon she would be his toy.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she said. “Remember the rules. Or you won’t get anything later.”

“I don’t think I’m the one who’s desperate,” Matt said as he released her wrist. Then he slipped both hands beneath her bikini bottom, one on each side, and swept the lotion over her skin. When he removed his hands to get more of the sunscreen, Ravyn licked her lips, eager to feel his touch once more.

Maybe he’s right, she thought. Maybe I’m the problem right now.

Given the chance, Ravyn half-wondered if she’d let him do whatever he wanted. Her willpower to hold him at bay was quickly waning, the idea of him deep inside of her, shaping her from the inside out, devouring her every waking thought. It took everything she had not to tear off his shorts and guide him to her heat.

Once he had more of the sunscreen in his hands, he returned to her thighs, caressing the firm muscle beneath her skin as he slowly made his way down. The wind coupled with his touch effectively, tickling the tiny hairs on her skin and spreading goosebumps across the surface. She worked her jaw, trying—but failing—to dismiss the carnal thought of his mouth against her.

When he made it down to her feet, he was careful and methodical, which was something she wasn’t aware he was capable of until they had become intimate. He slipped his finger between each toe, lathering the space between her digits with a thin film of the sunscreen. It felt divine to be at his mercy, and the cool sensation of the sunscreen combined with the heat of his touch was addicting.

“Turn around,” Matt growled. “That is not a request.”

Ravyn’s voice trembled as she slowly turned around to expose her back. She rested her chin atop her hands and awaited his touch once more. After what had happened with Billy, she looked over her shoulder while Matt mounted her, his weight relaxing and reliable. Breathing a sigh of relief, she stifled a giggle and shut her eyes while Matt lathered her in the lotion.

“Your muscles are tighter than usual,” Matt said. “Have you been working out?”

Ravyn wasn’t sure what to say to that. She was sure he meant it as a compliment, but to her, it sounded like he was trying to be nice enough not to say that she’d looked any less attractive before.

“Baka. You just don’t touch me like this very often,” Ravyn said.

It was a lie, of course. As of late, she’d been working out more than usual. She hadn’t been gaining any weight, but with how easily Matt was tossing her around the bedroom, she thought it might be fun if she could fight back a little bit. Struggle just enough to make capturing his prey satisfying. After all, it was no fun if she was easy to pin down.

As she had thought, it had proven to be just as satisfying as she imagined. Fighting back was a fun little game of power play. Shoving him off and pinning him to the bed was a delight, as was being dominated when she had tried to outsmart him. Matt was a master of the bedroom—and really, it should’ve come as no surprise to her—and she was more than happy to be his plaything.

Matt’s weight shifted as he leaned into her ear. “Don’t lie to me,” he cooed. “I know how every inch of your body works.”

His voice sent delicious chills down her spine. Her tail spun happily behind her, absentmindedly curling around his leg. Goddess above, she couldn’t wait until the day was over.

Matt’s hands found themselves cupped around her curvaceous rear. Ravyn bit her bottom lip and giggled.

“Mmm, that feels good,” Ravyn said.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Mhm. I’ll let you play for a minute. But don’t get ahead of yourself, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Matt said after a pause.

His hands slithered under the soft fabric of her bikini bottom, caressing the skin and pressing down into the soft tissues of her rear. Each time he pulled her cheeks apart, she released a tiny gasp, quiet enough—she hoped—that Matt didn’t hear. She couldn’t give him the impression that he was in control, after all.

Minutes passed as Matt took his time in finishing the job. When he was at last done, Ravyn felt a tinge of longing. Fun as this had been, they couldn’t stay on the beach forever.

“Well, did you enjoy that?” Ravyn asked. She didn’t have to ask. The proof was throbbing against the small of her back, pressing against the inside of Matt’s shorts. But she did enjoy hearing it. When Matt didn’t respond, her heart skipped. She raised her hand, moved to raise her torso, when Matt’s hand slipped past her and snatched one of her wrists. “Eep!”

In two swift motions, Matt had snared both of Ravyn’s wrists and pinned them behind her back.

“W-What are you doing?” Ravyn asked, excited enough that she was now fully hoping he’d just fuck her right here.

“Taking back control,” Matt said, his grip tightening around her wrists. He leaned forward, planting kisses along the nape of her neck and the bridge between her shoulders. Each touch was drew heat from her body, and whether she was doing it intentionally or not, she used her tail to gently sweep across the portion of Matt’s body where his cock was throbbing. “Not that you mind, I’m sure.”

Fuck. This is not good. I don’t think I have the willpower to resist him.

Fantasies of having sex on the beach, with an audience unaware of them danced in her mind. She’d never fancied herself as an exhibitionist, but the thought was becoming so much more alluring with every second that passed. A thin line of drool pooled out of her mouth onto the towel as she breathed heavily out her mouth. Her skin felt like it was on fire.

“Hey!”

At the sound of Billy’s voice, Ravyn shot up, throwing Matt off. Reason made its unwelcome return, and she snatched up the top to her bikini, tying it back around.

“I’m gonna kill that kid,” Matt grumbled as he batted sand out of his hair.