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Teen Titans: Future Passion	By : AnansiScribe Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 6528 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Teen Titans: Future Passion”

Chapter 3: “Demon Love Score”
Disclaimer: The concept of Teen Titans belongs to DC Comics and Warner Brothers, not me. The characters in this chapter are mine, though.
Author’s note: To my one and only reviewer, there is already a story about these characters; I posted the URL at the end of the first chapter. If you want to check it out, that would be a good thing . . . assuming you’re not too pissed off that FF.Net won’t allow sex stories anymore. Anyway, this particular chapter will incorporate some kinkiness, so you’re free to leave if that’s not your cup of tea.
As usual, the character descriptions will follow.

Inferno: The son of Hotspot, Jeremiah Crockett has inherited his father’s pyrokinetic abilities and combat skills. In addition, he possesses a keen scientific mind and social awareness. His closest friends are Mercury, the son of the current Flash, and Samara, the daughter of Raven. However, it has become rather evident that his feelings for Samara go beyond friendship.
Samara: The daughter of Raven and Jericho, Samara is the mistress of all that is dark. She enjoys gothic fashion and music, as well as dark poetry, and possesses an inordinate disdain for “stupid people,” her definition of such encompassing a large portion of humanity. Unlike her mother, Samara revels in her demonic powers and possesses a carefully hidden sensuality.

Setting: Arc 4 of Future Storm
Inferno looked out the window at the city beyond Titans Tower, remembering the carnage that had come.
It all started when the new Brother Blood – a young man in his late teens or early twenties – had arrived at Samara’s graduation ceremony, declaring that he would make her his bride. The ensuing battle had caused considerable damage to the school grounds and plenty of injuries in those civilians unlucky enough to be caught in the crossfire. The end result was that Principal Alderman had kicked all the non-graduating Titans out of school for “attracting trouble.”
It worsened when demons started arriving from various hellish planes and pursuing Samara, all of them wanting her to be their consort. In their pursuit, they had turned Jump City into an infernal war zone, killing anyone that got in their way or was unfortunate enough to be in the area. People had begun fleeing their homes and those that hadn’t were prevented from going into the metropolitan areas by Nova Blue barricades.
Surprisingly enough, three of the demons pursuing Samara had allied themselves with the Titans, as had Slade and Ravager – both armed with mystical enhancements. Slade and Ravager, due to Samara’s familial relationship to them, wanted to protect her, while the three demons simply wanted her for themselves.
What a fucking mess, he thought bitterly.
“Jeremiah?” Samara’s dry voice asked, softer than normal. “May I come in?”
“Sure,” Inferno replied.
The door slid open and Inferno turned to look at Samara. He was rather surprised by her choice of attire . . . which was none. Absolutely none. She was naked as the day she was born, although he’d need to create torchlight to get a better look.
Samara . . . things were rather complicated when it came to her. On the one hand, the fire user was still smarting from her drinking his blood in his sleep when she could have just asked. On the other, he had sworn to fight by her side and drive away her demonic pursuers.
He managed to retain his composure and ask, “What brings you here?”
“I talked to my mother,” Samara replied. “She told me that if I didn’t choose my own consort, then a consort would be chosen for me . . . and I wouldn’t have any say in it. At all.”
“What did she mean by that?” Inferno asked.
Samara gazed into his eyes, amethyst meeting dark gray. “What did you think she meant?”
It took Inferno barely a second to grasp the meaning.
“And what do I have to do with this?” he asked.
“My consort cannot be someone I do not trust, and I don’t trust any of my suitors that are currently here with us,” Samara explained. “I don’t trust them because I don’t know them. I know you, Jeremiah. I would trust you with my life, with everything I am.”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Jeremiah asked.
She chuckled and walked closer to him, her curvy hips swaying seductively as she moved.
“We need some light,” she purred.
“Sure,” Jeremiah answered, feeling slightly hesitant. “Lights, forty percent brightness.”
The lights turned on at his command, bright enough for Jeremiah to see, but dim enough to provide a kind of sensuous atmosphere.
And now he could see every detail of Samara’s body, which he noted reminded him of an hourglass. Her waist was narrow and her stomach was as flat as an ironing board, but she possessed large, full breasts and broad, womanly hips. He could see the powerful musculature of her naked thighs and calves, which were shapely enough to still be feminine. Looking up at her face, he saw a sensually shaped face framed with purple-black hair, with large, expressive dark purple eyes, a slender nose, and small, yet perfectly kissable lips.
She smiled at him. “You like what you see.”
“Reading my emotions?” Jeremiah asked.
“No,” Samara answered impishly. “Reading that bulge in your pants.”
Jeremiah looked down, noticing that the loose cotton pants he wore to bed were stretched out in the crotch.
“No more talk,” Samara whispered, closing the distance between them and kissing him passionately on the lips. It was not exactly her first kiss, but it was the first kiss she had initiated. She moaned sensually, feeling his hardness push against her lower stomach. She psychically opened herself to him, letting him feel what she felt.
Jeremiah melted into the kiss, reaching up to caress Samara’s hair. He found the texture to be not quite silky, but still pleasurable to touch, if only because it was her hair he was touching.
Samara gently pushed him onto his bed, still kissing him and now grinding her naked body against his.
To think that there’s nothing between us except a flimsy pair of cotton pants, she mused silently.
I could take them off for you, Jeremiah offered silently.
I’ll save that for later, Samara said before pulling away from the kiss. Glowing crimson runes formed on her bare skin – arms, legs, stomach, around her breasts, and surrounding her chakra gem. Her eyes turned from violet to blood red and her nails and eyeteeth grew longer and sharper. Her voice a sensual rasp, she spoke.
“First I have to do this.”
Dark energy wrapped around Jeremiah’s wrists, binding them together above his head. Samara punctured the dusky skin of his left pectoral with her nail, eliciting a grimace of pain from him. She used her nail to scratch an “S” into his chest, blood seeping from the wound. She bent down to lick the blood, her tongue tracing the “S.”
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Marking you as mine,” Samara replied once she’d finished. “I mixed my saliva with your blood to form a seal. It’ll protect you from any other demons that want to claim you. And now for me.” She punctured the gray skin of her left breast and scratched a “J” into it. “You have to make your seal on me. It’s the only way I won’t be claimed by somebody else later.”
Jeremiah leaned forward and used his tongue to trace the bloody “J” on Samara’s breast. The idea of tasting his best friend-cum-lover’s blood was rather disturbing to him, but the blood itself did not taste so bad. In fact, it was kind of thrilling . . . and Samara seemed to like it, if the arch of her back was anything to go by.
He pulled away from her breast once he was finished, only for his lips to be claimed by Samara for another kiss. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, tasting his blood on it. As they kissed, she rubbed her dampening sex against his still-clothed erection.
Jeremiah hissed in pain when he felt one of Samara’s sharpened canines cut his tongue. Samara moaned and sucked his tongue, tasting his blood. She pulled away with a wicked smile.
“The blood thing’s going to be a regular occurrence with us, isn’t it?” Jeremiah mused wryly.
“Yes,” Samara confirmed before moving up his body until her breasts were in his face. “Suck.”
Jeremiah took a pink-gray nipple into his mouth and sucked it, his lips and tongue caressing the hard peak. Samara let out another moan, this time not muffled by his lips on hers, and reached down to hold his head to her breast. For his part, he continued sucking her breast, dragging his teeth along her flesh to contrast with the softness of his lips and tongue. This elicited an even louder moan from the partly demonic girl.
After several minutes, he switched to her other breast and repeated his actions with its twin, much to Samara’s pleasure. He only wished his hands weren’t bound, so he could pleasure her with those.
Nice, but I like it this way, Samara thought to him. Besides, your mouth is sufficient for my pleasure. And speaking of my pleasure . . .
She pushed Jeremiah’s head away from her breast and slid her body further upward, until her womanhood was facing him. Pink lips parted before him, swollen with arousal and her nectar escaping from them. He noted that she was shaven, which left him no way of knowing whether the hair on her head was natural in color.
“Lick,” she commanded.
Jeremiah extended his tongue and licked her swollen nether lips, catching her nectar on his tongue. The taste was surprisingly sweet, but not in the manner of candy – more like a sweetness that inflamed his passions. Encouraged, he licked again, the tip of his tongue parting her lower lips.
Samara moaned, even louder than she had when he was sucking her breasts.
Jeremiah continued licking her womanhood, his tongue sweeping upward to strike a hard pink nub just at the uppermost corner of her nether lips. This elicited a cry so loud it was almost a shriek and the pyrokinetic could feel intense waves of pleasure emanating from his partly demonic lover. Those waves of pleasure left him even harder than before, his arousal almost unbearable.
Sensing his arousal, Samara turned herself around and pulled his hard member out of the slit in the crotch of his sleeping pants. She cooed with wicked delight when she saw it.
“I am going to enjoy this,” she murmured before taking his manhood into her mouth. Jeremiah moaned against her womanhood as she sucked him, the vibrations of said moan pleasuring her in a kind of sexual circuit.
Jeremiah continued licking her womanhood and sucking her clit while she sucked his manhood. He would have wondered if this was her first time doing so if he’d had the focus for it. Right now, it felt like that the entire world was just him, her, and the intense pleasure they were giving each other.
After a while, he got an idea . . . unfortunately, it was an idea that would require his hands, which were presently bound by Samara’s dark energy. He resigned himself and continued orally pleasuring her, the vibrations of her moans bringing pleasure to him as well as the sexual circuit continued.
The interesting thing about sharing emotions during sex was that feeling the other’s pleasure often doubled one’s own pleasure . . . and if the lovers were actively giving each other pleasure . . .
The end result was that they both climaxed, Jeremiah releasing into Samara’s willing mouth and Samara flooding Jeremiah’s mouth and face with her nectar. Samara eagerly drank the fruits of her labor, and likewise with Jeremiah.
Of course, that just worked them both right back into arousal. This time, Samara maneuvered herself so that she was facing him.
“This is somewhat unfair,” she purred.
“What is?” he asked.
“I’m naked and you still have your pants on,” she replied. “Not fair at all.”
In one swift motion, the empathic quasi-demon had removed her lover’s pants. A wide smirk graced her features when she saw him completely nude.
Gaining some confidence, Jeremiah remarked, “Like what you see?”
“Yes,” Samara answered wickedly before throwing one leg to each side of him, her core hovering tantalizingly over his member. She ran her hands up his toned torso, lightly scratching his skin with her nails. She bent her head down and captured his lips for another kiss, each of them tasting themselves on the other’s lips.
How do you want it, my firestarter? her voice inquired in this thoughts. Do you want me to be gentle with you? Slow and loving? Or would you prefer it hard and rough? Do you want me to ride us both over the edge? Or do you want my legs on your shoulders while you take me again and again?
We’ll start gentle, Jeremiah replied. Of course, there’s always the chance we’ll get lost in our passions and go wild on each other.
Samara pulled back from the kiss with a smirk.
“You want to be on top? Or should I?” she asked.
“You on top,” Jeremiah replied.
Samara grinned. “You just want to look at my goodies while I screw you, don’t you?”
Jeremiah couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face. “Guilty as charged.”
“I’ll oblige you,” Samara said as she sank down on him, taking his length inside her in one fell motion. Her eyes and mouth widened from the feeling of him inside her. Below her, Jeremiah was agape from the sheer pleasure he was receiving from Samara’s womanhood gripping him.
Samara began moving up and down on him slowly, taking the time for both of them to acclimate to each other, using his shoulders as support. She reached up and grabbed his wrists, absorbing the dark energy she had used to bind them into her hands. He reached for her curvy hips, helping her ride him.
A low, husky moan escaped her lips as she rode him, the pleasure building up inside her once again. The pleasure was building for Jeremiah, too, as he thrust up into her at the same time she came down on him, creating a small explosion of pleasure at her core.
“Aaahhh! . . . Do that again,” she ordered.
He thrust up into her as she thrust down on him a second time, and another burst of pleasure rocked her. This time, she threw her head back, a short cry of pleasure escaping her lips.
They continued in this way, their simultaneous thrusting driving Samara closer and closer to the brink. At the moment of climax, she dug her nails into her lover’s shoulders and let out a keening wail of completion, her nectar spilling out onto his crotch. Jeremiah felt her sex clamp his tightly, ensuring his own climax and that he would not remove himself from her so soon.
Once it was over, Jeremiah was shocked to find himself still hard. Next to his ear, he could hear Samara chuckling sinisterly.
“Surprised, lover?” she asked conspiratorially, as though she were about to tell him a very dirty secret. “When a demon takes a human as a consort, the sealing process alters the human’s physiology so that said human can actually survive copulating with a demon.”
Jeremiah raised an eyebrow as she pulled back to look at him.
“So I can last all night?”
“You can last all night.”
“In that case . . .”
In the space of a few seconds, Samara was on her stomach, her face in the pillow and her delectable rear in the air. She could feel Jeremiah behind her, particularly his straining erection – still slick with her juices – against her backside. She looked over her shoulder and smiled wickedly at him.
“Go for it.”
Her cries of intermingled pain and pleasure could be heard throughout the Tower.

End Notes: Well, that’s my third lemon for this anthology. Told you there’d be a bit of kinkiness – that is, if you consider dark energy bondage, mating seals as an excuse for bloodplay, and suggested anal intercourse kinky.
It bears mentioning that this chapter is based on events I have yet to write, as Arc 4 of Teen Titans: Future Storm hasn’t even begun yet. I didn’t want to give away too much except the basics, in case certain details changed in the process of actually writing. Speaking of Future Storm, the URL for that is at the end of the first chapter of this anthology if you want to take a look at it.
Having 500 hits and only 1 review? I know this isn’t FF.Net, but I’d like to know what you think of this.
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