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Slut-Raven	By : Crocface Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > General Views: 53928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Tigro: I never thought of it that way. Good point.

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One of the advantages of being the offspring of an ancient and terrible demon lord was an increased physical efficiency. Raven could take hits that would leave normal humans in traction and bounce back in a fraction of the time. She could spend hours in a pitched battle and recover her strength in a single meditative session. She often forewent sleep entirely, in favor of reading or practicing spells. She survived, nay, grew more powerful, on a diet that consisted mainly of herbal tea and fast food. And she managed all this while doing her best to keep her demonic nature suppressed. To be entirely truthful, there were times when she wondered if it was even possible for her to die as a human would, or if she would merely wax and wane through the ages like her father.

So, when she awoke to find herself bone-achingly worn out and feeling battered, it was a novel experience. Not a pleasent one, of course, but novel.

“I am going to open my eyes.” Raven told the universe at large, allowing her tone to hold an edge of reasonable expectation. “And when I do, I would appreciate it if it turns out last night was a crazy dream.” After waiting a moment to let the universe at large consider things, she opened her eyes.

She was not in her bed. Well, technically. She found herself on half of her bed, the other half a few feet away. The two sides were almost perfectly even, the whole thing having been split down the center, from top cover all the way through the frame. The edges of the split were smooth and precisely, only the exposed stuffing and springs giving away the fact that the two beds were meant to be one. Raven cast her view about, then sighed; the rest of her room had not fared nearly so well.

Her furniture was utterly smashed, sliced, and pulverized. What wasn’t a pile of splinters and shards was instead a collapsed heap. Her statues were little more than powder and chunky rubble. Her walls were scratched and dented, the paint ripped up to reveal the metal underneath in many places. Her carpet and curtains were shredded, the latter letting in the morning sun. Over everything was a fine layer of books and loose papers and assorted bits of debris. And mostly-dried fluids, but Raven was trying to ignore those. All in all, a surprisingly light amount of damage, though she supposed the other empath’s presence might have mitigated the effects of her powers somehow. Now she recalled why doing something as emotionally intensive as having sex was a bad idea.

The other Raven was still contentedly dozing, wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets on the other half of the bed, a cheshire-cat smile gracing her features. Her hair was practically standing on end, slick and crusty and pointy, and her face was messily streaked with stains of various origins. Ew. Raven, her mind touching upon a few of the lesser depravities they’d performed last night, which she could only hazily remember (though, her mind very keenly recalled the words ‘menthol cool’ and the image of Krakatoa, for some reason), blushed deeply and cringed at the fact that her own appearance was likely identical. She needed a shower.

Luckily, Cyborg had long ago heeded the Team’s requests for personal bathrooms. This was a very good thing, in Raven’s opinion. In general, it helped with the crowding and supply conflicts that naturally arose when you had five teens sharing one bathroom, and, in a more private sense, it meant Raven didn’t have to run the risk of bumping into one of the other Titans while she was covered in dried sweat and other salty fluids. Cyborg, Robin, and Starfire, she could probably fool with a claim of spell exploding in her face and escape with only minor embarrassment, but Beast Boy’s nose and animal instincts would know pretty much instantly what was all over her and that would probably lead to an awkwardness that would require the heat-death of the universe (or the any-kind-of-death of Beast Boy) to clear away. And, really, she was in too good a mood to ruin it with that.

Raven was usually pretty clinical with her showers. Get in, get clean, get out. Today, however, she felt the need to take her time. Firstly, because getting last night off of her was going to take a far greater effort than her usual cleaning, and, secondly, because she needed to get her head wrapped around the situation. The alternate her being pulled into this dimension was easy enough to accept. For all she knew, this exact thing was why Mother Raven had warned against dimensional eavesdropping in the first place. No, what she was having trouble with was coming to terms with her own actions. Even before the other her had spouted off a few meaningful words (which, admittedly, had some small amount of truth to them), Raven had been struggling to not throw herself tongue-first at her doppelganger. She was quite certain that it wasn’t merely her own exceedingly powerful sex appeal, which meant that something else was at work.

Even just being in a different room than her alternate self was enough that her desires were shrinking to an easily-controlled level and the cloud of drunken lust was clearing, which were pretty big indicators that something odd was afoot. And, thinking on it, the fact that her powers had done less damage than they should have (her bathroom was completely untouched, even) was probably another piece of the puzzle. Unfortunately, she needed a few more edge pieces before she could start building a coherent picture of the situation. Which meant getting out of the surprisingly refreshing shower and going back to study her double. She did her best to calm her mind and shore up her mental defenses as she slipped into a fresh set of clothes, choosing one of her heavier cloaks for whatever added protection it might offer. With a slow breath, she stiffened her sinews, summoned up her blood, and stepped once more unto the breach.

The moment she returned to her room, Raven felt the cocktail of emotions and impressions and desires pushing against her mind again. It was not an attack, not an active assertion of force, but more of a change in atmosphere. She hadn’t noticed the psychic cloud’s existence until she’d gotten at outside view of it, but it filled the space around her doppelganger like a miasma, both invisible and incredibly potent. Raven, ever curious in her way, risked a quick probing of the altered air with her soul self. Instantly, a flush of warmth suffused her body and the strength of the cloud intensified tenfold. Where she had felt it rolling against her defenses before, it was now crashing against them in great tumultuous waves. She retreated back into her body. Even with her mental barriers up and her powers on alert, the brief contact left her panting and shaky. Still, it was another clue to the puzzle.

“I’m going to open my eyes.” The alternate Raven suddenly spoke from the bed, startling the freshly showered empath. “And when I do, I would appreciate it if last night wasn’t just some crazy dream.” There was a short moment of silence as she allowed the universe at large to consider things, after which she opened her eyes. “Oh yeah.” She grinned, sitting up and stretching, unconcerned with her exposed nudity as the covers fell from her.

“Good morning, Raven.” Raven greeted her, keeping herself as neutral as possible. If they were ever going to get her doppelganger home, she couldn’t allow herself to be compromised a second time. “I think it’s time we got you back to your own dimension.”

“Wow,” The alternate girl deadpanned. “Not even going to make me breakfast, huh?” Idly, she began to pat at her face and hair, feeling the dried gunk.

“Look, last night should not have happened.” Raven said seriously. “I’m not talking about morning after regrets,” She added as the other Raven opened her mouth to voice that very idea. “I mean it flat out should not have occurred in this universe. It was so far out of my usual character that I’m seriously concerned about the effects of your continued presence.”

“What kind of effects?” Raven’s alternate asked, her expression shifting to one of wary interest. Aside from being naked and covered in post-coital messiness, she mirrored Raven exactly.

“I’m not entirely sure.” Raven admitted. “Which is precisely the problem. You probably can’t tell, but you’ve got a kind of.... field, around you. Last night, it affected my personality and powers, not to mention what it did to me physically. I’m able to resist it right now, but I have no idea what it could do to the others, let alone the universe itself.”

“You’re worried about creating a dimensional rip.”

“Among other things.” Raven nodded. “For all we know, this field could be a result of some kind of reality immune-syte-” She froze, her eyes widening with surprise, as the other Raven ran a hand through her hair and instantly morphed it from ‘absolutely filthy’ to ‘alluringly tousled’. The gunk and ridiculous angles had vanished in an impossible instant.

“......What?” The naked Raven blinked at her clothed self’s reaction.

“D........Does your hair always do that?” The gears in Raven’s head started to turn at an increased pace. Impossible things often made for big clues.

“Uh, yeah.” The alternate empath confirmed. “Doesn’t yours?”

“No.” Raven stated firmly. “That’s not how it works in this universe.” She frowned. “But it just did.”

“Some kind of universal bleeding?” The other Raven furrowed her brow.

“It’s a bubble.” Raven realized. “You’ve got a bubble of your own universe here with you. That’s why I was acting more like you, why my powers were less out of control during...... all that.”

“Hmm. Makes sense, I guess.” Opined the nude girl. “A methane-breathing Raven couldn’t survive in either of our universes, after all. She’d have to have a chunk of her own to live.”

“Exactly.” Raven agreed. “Maybe our powers kicked in some kind of safety feature to make sure you would be ok in a universe with different laws of reality than your own.” Or, she supposed, maybe this kind of thing always happened with dimensional travel. She really didn’t know, and that irked her.

“This is going to make sending me back to my universe difficult, isn’t it?” Raven’s twin asked. “I mean, technically, I’m already in it, right?”

“I don’t know.” Raven sighed. “As it is, I have no idea where to start. I only found your reality in the first place because I heard you, but that obviously won’t work now. And I really don’t want us both meditating at the same time again; the feedback is just too much to handle.” She rubbed at her temples, the weariness that had been chased away by her shower creeping back into her. “At the same time, I don’t think it would be a good idea to have you searching on your own; who knows where you might end up without being properly anchored in your home dimension.”

“Well, you know this dimensional stuff better than I do.” The other Raven pointed out. “I’ll play this however you want me to.”

“Thanks.” Raven smiled slightly, genuinely grateful that the other her was being reasonable and grasping the gravity of the situation. Sex-crazed or not, the other empath was thoroughly a Raven. “I’ve got some contacts I can speak with who have more knowledge and experience than I do. They should have some ideas.”

“Alright, sounds like a plan.” The alternate Raven nodded. “Do you want me to just hang out here while you do that, or what?”

“No, that won’t work.” Raven sighed, shaking her head. “If I’m anywhere near you when I start meditating, I’ll be exposed to the full effects of your dimensional field get, uh.....” She searched for a non-pornographic word for it.

“Slutty?” Her other prompted.

“.....Yeah.” That was apt enough. A bit too on the nose for Raven’s tastes, but apt.

“Ok, so I’ll stay here while you go-”

“That won’t work either.” Raven sighed again, allowing a touch of frustration into her voice. “My room is the only place with the proper wards and ambient magic, not to mention my own spiritual essence. It would take me weeks, if not months, to build up enough of a history in a different room to use it as an anchor-point.”

“Oh.” The other Raven frowned. “We’re going to have to introduce me to your Titans, aren’t we?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Raven mirrored her mirror’s frown. “I trust you realize how horrible this is.”

“Assuming I have to play by your rules to avoid irrevocably damaging your reputation with them? Yeah. Confusion for them, repression for me, and embarrassment for you. Sounds great.” The nude Raven cringed slightly as she thought of something. “Please tell me the rest of your universe isn’t as prudish as you.”

“Sorry,” Raven returned sardonically, not quite sure why the mild insult bothered her. “By our standards, you’re a nymphomaniac. Casual sex pretty much doesn’t happen regularly except between romantic partners, and having more than one of those is usually frowned upon.” She explained, much to her doppelganger’s growing horror. “To use Starfire and Robin as a sexual barometer: They’ve kissed maybe three times. They might make it four by the end of next month.”

“Your dimension......” The other Raven said slowly, trying to absorb what she was being told. “It scares and repulses me. No offense.”

“I find yours equally frightening and repulsive.” Raven responded evenly. “So none taken.”

“Alright.” The alternate Raven shuddered, swinging her legs over the edge of the half-bed and standing up. “I’m going to need a shower before I meet the team.” She paused, considering something. “A long one, if I’m going to be forced into,” She cringed again, her face twisting up in disgust. “Celibacy.”

“.....That might be best.” Raven agreed at length, trying to banish the mental images that conjured themselves at her doppelganger’s implication. “I’ll talk to them while you do that. Maybe I can soften the shock of......you.” Robin was not going to be happy about this.

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“I am not happy about this.” Robin stated firmly, surveying the damage to Raven’s room. The place looked like Raven had failed to pay her protection money to a small and very angry tornado. “In my experience, having a double of yourself running around never ends well, even when it starts out great. She could be evil, or unpredictable, or dangerous to us on a base level.” He explained, being very careful to not devolve into accusations or wild paranoia.

“But?” Starfire prompted him gently, an eager smile gracing her face.

“But,” Robin continued. “She’s still some version of you, Raven, and you’re vouching for her, and that’s enough for me to give her the benefit of the doubt. It’s our duty to help other Titans, even if they aren’t from around here.” He nodded to himself, and the alien beside him burst into excited giggles. “We’ll do whatever we can to help.”

“Yeah,” Cyborg added, running his hands over some of the dents in the wall. He could probably fix almost all of them with just a few hours work. “You know we got your back; Now we’re just gonna have it twice.”

“Thanks, everyone.” Raven smiled slightly, allowing her gratitude to creep into her voice. “I know this is a lot to take in, and it’s going to be weird dealing with a me who isn’t me......”

“Not as weird as it must be to suddenly find yourself in a parallel universe.” Robin pointed out.

“Yes,” Starfire nodded, clasping her hands in front of her. “I imagine it must be even more disorienting than being sent into the very sad future.” More than any of the others, she understood exactly how unsettling it was to find yourself in a world that was your own, but not. “We must do our best to show this New Raven that she is welcome in this universe.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem.” Cyborg said optimistically, turning away from the damaged wall. “I mean, it’s not like this is the first time BB and I have had to deal with Ravens that aren’t really Raven.” He paused, glancing around. “Speaking of, where is the string bean, anyway?”

“I didn’t want to wake him.” Raven remarked offhandedly. More truthfully, she didn’t want the shapeshifter’s nose anywhere near her room for a while. “And she’s not like the other Raven’s you’ve met.” The empath plowed ahead, forestalling any more questions regarding the missing Titan. “She comes from a very different culture than our own. Physical similarities aside, she’s not much like me beyond some superficial personality traits. She’ll try to act appropriately for our world, but there’s probably going to be at least a few oddities in her mannerisms.”

“Ooh,” Star’s eyes went wide at this. “Please, what kind of culture does her home planet have?”

“It’s, uh,” Raven mentally backpedaled, trying to find a non-incriminating way of describing the non-stop orgy that was the other universe. “Much more open than ours.” This was most certainly true. An understatement of massive proportions, but true. “The people there are much....... closer to each other. That Raven is much less restrained with her emotions than I am, for example, and spends most of her time socializing with other people.”

“That sounds most wonderful!” Starfire enthused, giggling to herself. The people of Earth were already quite friendly and a joy to be around; she could only imagine how delightful it would be to visit a world where even Raven was a ‘butterfly of social situations’. She floated into the air as visions of a smiling Raven accompanied her to all the Earthly health spas and hair salons that she could stand. Robin grinned up at her.

“I think we can handle a few oddities.” He chuckled.

“Let’s hope so.” Raven shook her head doubtfully. “More importantly, you need to be aware of your emotional and physical state when you’re near her. She has a protective bubble of her own dimension around her, with it’s own laws of operation. I can resist the effects of it, but only with a lot of effort and concentration.” She imparted seriously, making sure each of the Titans were listening closely. “It caught me off guard earlier, and my emotions got so out of control,” She motioned around her room, forcefully keeping her blush down. “That this happened. I’m not entirely sure how it will affect the rest of you, so if you start to feel odd, or not yourself, you need to leave her presence for a while.”

“Oooookay.” Cyborg blinked, mildly intrigued by the idea of studying the laws of physics of another dimension. The chance of having his mind and/or body affected in some probably detrimental way, however, cancelled out his fascination. “Important safety tip. Don’t let your brains get scrambled, gotcha.”

“Being in the dimensional field for too long shouldn’t put anyone’s life at risk.” Raven reassured them. “But we don’t know if the mood swings and personality changes, along with who knows what, become more permanent with time.”

“So,” Robin held up one hand as he clarified. “If she’s in the common room with me and I start feeling the effects of her field, I’m not in any immediate danger; Leaving the room is just a precaution.”

“Essentially, yes.” Raven nodded.

“So, in an emergency situation, we don’t have to worry abou.....” Robin trailed off mid-word, freezing in place. Cyborg and Starfire likewise went rigid, the latter even dropping to the floor like a stone. The other two didn’t even notice her fall. Dread rushed down Raven’s spine as she felt the field of lust and loose sexuality flood the room.

“Hey guys.” Raven slowly turned to find her twin sauntering out of the bathroom, freshly showered and still completely nude. Raven could only stare, too shocked, embarrassed, and mortified to do much else, as her double walked over to the group, bouncing hypnotically with each step. She stood before them without a hint of modesty, her hands resting on her hips. “I’m Raven, nice to meet you.”

A small, strained squeak worked its way out of Robin’s throat.

In a flurry of black energy and a blue cloak, Raven swept up the other Raven and retreated into the bathroom. What remained of the empath’s bed promptly tore itself apart as the door slid closed.

“What is wrong with you?!” While normally soundproof enough to allow for privacy, the dents knocked into the door had warped it just enough let raised voices through. Or voice, rather, as Raven was doing all the shouting.

“.........” All of the alternate girl’s responses were too muffled to make out.......

“Because you can’t just go around naked!” …..But Raven’s reactions were more than enough to go on.

“.......”

“No, you can’t. We have laws against that kind of thing here.”

“.......”

“That’s why I left these right here on the counter, where you couldn’t possibly miss them.” Frustration was evident in Raven’s voice.

“.........”

“It’s not ‘fascist oppression’, it’s a democratically approved law.”

“..........”

“You can be a, a slut all you want in your universe, but you said you’d play by my rules while you’re here.”

The conversation continued for a few more minutes, but Raven had calmed herself enough that her voice was no longer intelligible. When the two Ravens exited the bathroom, both of them clothed, it was easy to tell them apart due to the way the Raven of this universe was blushing dark red. Her embarrassment only worsened when she realized the other Titans were still exactly where she’d left them. Starfire hadn’t even risen from the floor yet.

“So, guys.....” Being addressed seemed to snap them out of their stupor, and the Titans tried not to look as awkward as they felt. “This is.....” She struggled to find a fitting name that wasn’t revealing. Calling her ‘Slut-Raven’, while accurate, was a bit too indicative of things best left unknown. “S-Raven.”

“Hi there.” The alternate Raven greeted. “Sorry about that, I had a bit of a...... misunderstanding about your rules of etiquette.” She shrugged, not appearing particularly sorry at all. “Hope I didn’t burn your eyes out or something.”

“Oh, no!” Starfire, predictably, was the first to regain her ability to talk. “Our eyes are quite intact!” She assured. “It is truly wonderful to meet you, Raven from another Earth! I hope we may be marvelous friends!”

“Uh, yeah.” Cyborg ran a hand over his head, laughing nervously. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He paused, realising how that statement could be construed. “I mean,” he amended, “we’re not gonna be upset over a little cultural snafu.”

“And you were worried.” The recently nude empath chastised Raven, before turning to Starfire and throwing her arms wide. “Come here, you!” There was a moment of hesitation as the Tamaranian’s natural love of hugs met her learned instinct of avoiding too much physical contact with Raven, but she quickly overcame it and pounced upon the friendly girl with a squeal. “Atta girl.” The hug lasted a few seconds longer than was probably appropriate, but the alien didn’t notice and it was broken off before Raven could become annoyed enough to do something about it.

“Anyway,” Raven tried to move things along and keep her twin from taking advantage of the situation. “You already know the oth-”

“Of course.” S-Raven interrupted smoothly. She hadn’t bothered closing her cloak after the hug, and the boys were trying too hard to not notice her obscenely prominent cameltoe and erect nipples to take note of the quiet war for dominance between the empaths. “Kori, Victor, and Dick.” She pointed to each casually, her hand just low enough to be pointing between Robin’s legs as she said his name. This fact did not escape the Boy Wonder. “Looks like we’re missing a certain green comedian, though.”

“He’s still sleeping.” Robin supplied, eager to take her focus off his crotch.

“Sounds just like mine.” S-Raven rolled her eyes. “Anyone mind if I go give him a wake-up call?” Raven frowned suspiciously.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” The other Titans recognized the warning in her tone and wisely left the matter between the Ravens.

“Trust me,” S-Raven said confidently, already drifting towards the door. “I’ve got waking the shapeshifter up down to an art form. It’ll be fine.” Raven bristled at this, her neutrality slipping. “Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“......” Raven wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen, but she had a pretty good notion that it would be way out of line. Of course, she couldn’t well voice that particular concern, not in front of the others.

“It’s settled then,” S-Raven grinned. “I’ll grab him and we’ll meet you guys for breakfast.” Before anyone else could say a word, she slipped out of the room and vanished down the hall, leaving Starfire, Robin, and Cyborg alone with a fuming empath.

“........Wait,” Cyborg turned to Robin. “Your name’s Dick?”

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“Azar, that was close.” S-Raven leaned back against the inside of Beast Boy’s door with a sigh, digging her fingers into her arms to keep them from wandering beneath her clothes. It had taken all of her restraint and control to act nonchalant and collected around the trio of Titans. It was only through extreme effort on her part that she managed to not grope Starfire during the hug, nevermind holding herself back once she felt sparks of arousal from the boys. She groaned lowly, feeling the spandex of her leotard growing wetter by the second. “I didn’t even get a second orgasm in the shower.....”

She pushed away from the door, shaking her head to clear it. She could do this. She was a master of her emotions and desires. If she had to go a whole day without sex, well........... No, she could totally handle it. The Raven of this universe needed her to keep control of herself, so she would. She pointedly ignored the possibility that it might take more than a single day to send her home. Such a thing wasn’t even worth contemplating. It wasn’t like she would jump someone in the corridor and screw their brains out against the wall if she had to go unfucked for multiple days. She could manage a few days without indulging in a cock..... or a pair of tits...... or an ass....... She shook her head again; she had to keep it together.

The changeling’s room was pretty much exactly like it was in her dimension: more of an animal’s den than a human’s dwelling. Clothes and old boxes and various odd and ends (the youngest Titan was a magpie even in human form) were matted into the floor, some piled into little nest-like mounds and others spread out to act as unnecessary insulation. A musky scent floated about, very plainly declaring to anyone with a nose that the territory was claimed. And there, on the bottom bunk of the bed, was the green machine himself, sleeping like a log.

S-Raven quietly picked her way over the landscape of the room and to the bed, careful not to step in any of the scattered debris. While it was likely more sanitary than the realm of her Beast Boy, since they weren’t invariably covered in spunk, the mess was still gross. Her powers brushed her a clear spot on the floor by the bed, and she kneeled next to the sleeping Titan. He really was almost exactly like hers, at least in appearance. Same wiry limbs and spiky hair, same fangs and snout-like nose. Same shade of green, even. The only major difference appeared to be that he slept clothed. (In novelty boxers, no less.)

“Garfield......” She whispered lowly, watching his face. He failed to react, much as her own would. Peering at his countenance in the dimness of the room, she could see his eyes rapidly moving beneath their lids. He was dreaming. “Gar.....” She said, a little more loudly. When this also failed to get a response, she bit her lip in consternation, the subconscious debate she’d been having with herself since leaving Raven’s room rising to the forefront of her mind. He was so like her own........

On the one hand, she’d said she would play by Raven’s rules. On the other, she hadn’t exactly promised........ She really, desperately needed some relief. Just a little bit, to get her through the rest of the morning. But this wasn’t her Beast Boy, despite the similarities. Then again, he wouldn’t need to ever know about it. Plus, she couldn’t imagine a teenage boy who would ever object to such a thing....... But the people of this universe seemed to be unnaturally prudish....... They’d probably consider what she was planning rape (rather ridiculously, by her universe’s standards. It was just a little wake-up call!), which, from what she had determined, was something people didn’t even enjoy in this world. She stared at his peaceful visage, searching for an answer. She found none. Her eyes drifted from his face, down his chest and stomach, then lower. Apparently, his dream was a pleasant one, if the bulge there was anything to go by.

Fuck it, she needed to taste some cum.

She leaned over his waist like a very confused vampire, black energy smoothly pulling away his sheet and exposing his ducky-print boxers. A shiver ran through her as she spied a hint of green pressing up through the opening flaps. Her mouth most certainly did not begin to water at the sight........ well, maybe a bit. She lowered her head, pressing her nose into the fabric just below the waistband, and inhaled deeply, savouring the animalistic sexual musk that was, while weaker than she was used to, so very familiar. A low moan rolled in her throat, surprising her into wary stillness. Luckily, Beast Boy failed to react to it.

Emboldened by this, she ghosted a hand up the inside of his thigh and rested her fingertips just inside the leg of his boxers, rubbing up and down in slow circles. Only a twitch down below, much to her delight, indicated he felt anything. She grinned wickedly to herself, tilting her head to look up at the sleeping Titan’s face. The poor boy had no idea what he was about to miss out on.

“I’m going to drain you dry.” She whispered, her other hand settling atop the bulge. She could starkly feel the contrast of warmth between the exposed skin and the material of the boxers. “I’m going to suck out every last drop of your cum,” She cooed, her palm pressing down and rubbing back and forth to coax the flap further open. “And you won’t even know it.”

Her ministrations (not to mention her slut-field) quickly began to take effect, her prize raising from half-mast to struggle against her palm. She took a moment to relish the feeling of the hot flesh against her skin, and then pulled her hand away with a flourish, allowing the green dick to spring free. The showmanship was entirely unneeded, but it was a well-ingrained habit at this point. A quick swiping of her hand between her legs provided her with ample lubrication, which she lovingly lathered over the hardening member, bringing it to its full, throbbing size.

She let herself admire her handiwork, then, her eyes devouring the rigid cock well ahead of the rest of her. Much like the Beast Boy of her dimension, this teen possessed what she considered to be a beautiful, if not entirely human, penis. The respectable seven and a half inch shaft was basically human in shape, though it had a bit of an equine-like ring around the halfway point. The head itself was also mainly human, with a slight taper to it that rather reminded her of a dog. To top it off, the various bulging veins and contours were complemented by an array of dulled barbs and ridges, all shimmering with her liberally applied pussy juice. Her hand gently worked up and down the pole, drawing a moan from both teens.

“Oooh, you like that, don’t you?” She breathed, feeding on his pleasure. “You like getting your cock worked by your slut of a teammate!” She’d dominated the dicks of plenty of sleeping men in her time, but never with the intent of keeping them asleep for the entirety of the act. Something about it was simply delicious to her. “Your hard-on is getting stroked and you don’t even know it!” She picked up the pace, leveraging her whole arm into jacking off the sleeping shapeshifter.

He continued to moan steadily, little yips and growls working their way into the sound each time her fingers brushed the head of his member. For a few minutes, it became something of a game to see how much noise she could draw from him with each stroke. Once or twice, she had him barking in his sleep, which pleased her to no end. It didn’t take long for her to start using both hands to manipulate him, one bouncing up and down rhythmically while the other poked and prodded and explored his cock. She could already feel her own orgasm building as her fingers slid into his boxers to tease his balls.

“Fuck, look at you.” S-Raven was starting to pant now, visions of impaling herself on the rod before her filling her head. “Getting off in your sleep.” She leaned against his hip, laying her head right next to the object of her lust so that it towered in her vision as it did in her mind. “You’re such a damned pervert.” Hypocritical, perhaps, but she meant it as the compliment it was in her universe. Her own juices had long been worked into his skin, but his own precum provided plenty of lubrication. She loved the way the thick fluid clung to her fingers and palms, lightly adhering them to the dick.

Abruptly, she realized she had swung one leg onto the bed at some point and was now straddling his leg. It was nothing short of a miracle that he hadn’t woken up yet, though he’d come close a few times. She really was in no position to press her luck, but she found herself rubbing her sex against him anyway. The spandex of her leotard dug tightly between her lower lips, the thin strip tugging at her clit at every movement. She could feel her pussy spasming and clenching against his leg, trying to milk a cock that wasn’t there, and knew she was about to cum.

“Letting the lady go first, huh?” She grinned. Horny as she was, she was surprised she hadn’t cum sooner. “Such a gentleman.” She purred, then twisted her hips sharply. The ensuing pull on her clit, combined with the pressure the turn had put on her vulva, sent her careening over the edge. Her teeth sunk into her lip as a tremor vibrated out from her hips and shot along her spine, arching her back. And electric pulse bounced around at an incredible rate just beneath her skin, sending bolts of mind-blanking pleasure deep into her muscles and tendons, tightening her whole body. She felt her back crack, with a wonderfully contrasting flash of pain, from the strength of her abdominals flexing all at once. Her vocal cords completely locked up (which was quite lucky, as she would have been screaming like a banshee otherwise) and she rode out the pleasure with a silent, shuddering exhale.

When she finally came down from her cunt-melting orgasm, she found that the cock in her hands was throbbing even more forcefully than before, the shaft practically jumping in her hands every other second. Looking beyond it, past the rest of the green body, she could just make out Beast Boy’s nose, twitching at mach three. She grinned again, giving the dick a playful squeeze.

“Smell my cum, do you?” She resumed the handjob, her blurred pace making up for the time she’d lost while her mind was reeling with pleasure. “You can tell there’s a horny bitch in here for you to mate with, can’t you, Gar?” She didn’t know if any part of his mind registered her words, but she could swear he got harder with each thing she said. “You know she’s in heat, and your instincts want you to fuck a baby right into her womb.” Her tongue darted out quickly to lick his tip, tasting this Beast Boy for the first time. Unlike hers, this one possessed a sweetness that sent a thrill through her. “Yeah, you just want to shove this huge thing right into my fuckhole and fill me with your seed until it spurts out like a fountain, you fucking dirty animal.”

She was surprised, then, as the green shaft began to swell further, inflating slightly on every downstroke. Her Beast Boy didn’t have this particular trick in his arsenal, and her curiosity ignited along with her libido. She pumped him harder and harder, coaxing more and more girth into him with rapid licks all around the head, lapping up his salty-sweet precum. Within a minute, he’d gained another inch of length, and the base was thicker than her wrist. It was like the whole thing was one big dog’s knot, and that certainly sent her imagination wild. She could only hope he had a canine’s (or, even better, a horse’s) cum output as well. Even with her own Beast Boy, that much liquid joy would be a first. A stray thought suddenly struck her.

“This is your first, isn’t it?” She laughed quietly, not quite sure if she could believe it. Back home, it was a given that nobody was a virgin. Heck, even Melvin had been a pro cock-rider already when they’d met. But here........ Well, if they were as repressed and fearful of sex as she’d been led to believe, it was almost certain he’d never gotten touched like this before. She practically came again at the thought. “Oh fuck, I’m stealing your goddamned virginity!” Her pussy gushed a bit as she said it, aching for his cock more than ever. “Your innocence,” She dove on his dick greedily, throwing herself into giving the best blowjob she’d ever given. “It’s fucking mine!” She growled between bobs, her eyes gleaming with a predator’s intent.

Her fingers slipped down to play with his balls and jack the base of his shaft as she sloppily painted him with her tongue. She didn’t bother to pause for breath as she forced the thick rod down her throat, each upward bob binging the point of his head to rest on her tongue and each downward bob gobbling up another inch of his length. When he started hitting her throat, she simply relaxed her muscles and let him in, her neck bulging outward as she swallowed more and more of him. She couldn’t breathe with him so far inside her, but she hardly cared. Right then, she needed his virgin cum far more than she needed oxygen.

The ridges and barbs pushed at the inside of her throat, the outlines just visible through her skin, causing a steady stream of thick drool to drain down over his cock, clear strings and blobs of it flying without direction as she frantically used her mouth and throat to fuck the sleeping boy. She was choking, but the contractions of her throat were only serving to massage the green dick further. Her lips closed around the shaft, expertly forming a vacuum seal in the hopes of literally sucking the jizz out of him.

He held out far longer than she expected. Whether sleeping made him less sensitive or he just naturally had massive staying power, S-Raven was seeing stars and losing her vision to oxygen deprivation when she felt his balls suddenly tighten. She didn’t even have a chance to register it happening before the first explosion of cum shot straight down her throat and deposited itself into her stomach. Even then, she could feel that her hopes for horse-levels were being granted. Her own orgasm rocketed through her, followed by another for each taste of cum she received. The second burst came as she was halfway off of the shaft, the force working with her motion to propel her entirely off and send the end of the rope flying over her face and chest. She managed to force the spewing cock where she wanted it before the third spray came, and it poured into her mouth like a garden hose, overflowing and spraying out the sides to cover her front in jizz. The taste was everything she’d hoped for, dark and thick and muskily male. She kept she mouth clamped over the head until the flow finally stopped, somewhere around three or four spurts later.

It was several minutes before she had managed to lick and scrape and drink every last bit of the cum she could find, and her belly was filled with a satisfied warmth. Everything was nice and clean, all she had to do was put things back how she’d found them and she could rouse the amazingly heavy sleeper without him ever knowing what had occurred.

The problem with that, however, was that he was hard again by time she finished sucking the last of the stray cum off of his balls. Really, all she had to do was wait for him to calm do a bit, then stuff the thing in his shorts and wake him up. She was certainly more than able to face the day now, with all the cum she’d swallowed. She had no need to use him further.

Then again........

“Oh, hells yes,” She muttered, positioning herself above her new favorite cock. “I’m gonna ride you until you break.”
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