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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 4: “Silver Strands and Ebony Locks”
Disclaimer: The concept of Teen Titans belongs to DC Comics and Warner Brothers, not me. The character of Nightstar belongs to Mark Waid and Alex Ross, and DC Comics by extension. Raziel/Cipher is mine.
Author’s note: Sorry I’ve been away for so long. I’ve had pressing matters to attend to, such as continuing the futuristic Titans epic that inspired this series of lemons. Anyway, I’m done with yet another arc, so I have more time to dedicate to this piece of work.
The couple I’m using is Nightstar/Cipher, the former being the daughter of Nightwing and Starfire and the latter being a combat psychic, my designation for a psychic whose abilities are best applied in unarmed or armed combat. Granted, in Elseworlds canon, Nightstar’s lover is Batman’s son with Talia al Ghul, Ibn al Xu’ffasch, but I didn’t know that at the time so I came up with Cipher. Oh, well, nothing I can do about it now except write a non-canonical story where Nightstar and Ibn get together.
Short bios follow.

Nightstar: The daughter of Nightwing and Starfire, Mar’i Grayson has inherited much from both. From Starfire, she inherited her looks and powers. From Nightwing, she inherited his mastery of martial arts, acrobatics, and detective skills. Like many who are part of Batman’s informal clan, Nightstar has seen her share of tragedy and loss, enough to motivate her into becoming the leader of the new Teen Titans so that no one else experiences what she has.
Cipher: The son of two powerful psychics, Raziel Crestmore possesses a telekinetic power that amplifies many of his physical abilities and skills. Long haunted by his father’s evil and the dark deeds he himself committed, Cipher has tried his hardest to redeem himself as a member of the Teen Titans. For a time, he left them in order to go on a journey of self-discovery, one from which he came back with a renewed sense of purpose and a restored sense of self-worth.

Setting: End of Future Storm, which is coming soon
Six months had passed since the fateful Battle of Metropolis, a battle in which so much had almost been lost. In those six months, a sort of healing had occurred. Costumed heroes and human governments began to reach across the vast gulf dividing them to come to a peaceful middle ground. The Justice League started up special academies across the nation for young metahumans that wanted to be crime-fighters, although they were also open to those whose skills would be useful for such an enterprise. Additionally, the Titans had been commissioned as peer tutors of sorts for those young trainees.
Mar’i Grayson, alias Nightstar, came back to Titans Tower, which had restored to its former glory in the wake of its destruction while she and the other Titans had been evading Nova Blue. She ascended to the top levels of the Tower, where the living areas and sleeping quarters – and damn near everything else – were located. She glided down to her room, where she collapsed facedown on her bed.
It’s just so exhausting to teach those kids, she thought. Was I like that when I was starting out, all eagerness and boundless energy? She snickered quietly. I feel like I’m an old woman, and I just had my eighteenth birthday. Technically, I’m still a teenager. Then she remembered what her father, the man from whom she’d taken half her inspiration, had said.
“You may be chronologically and physically seventeen, but when you’re a crime-fighter, the stuff you see makes you a mental geriatric. It’s just things that most people your age wouldn’t be able to cope with seeing.”
Mar’i sighed to herself. Granted, being a crime-fighter, a superhero, was one of the most rewarding occupations (not counting the lack of financial compensation) possible. However, no one – except for those who had already done it – told those starting out about the horrors a young superhero would encounter when on the job. No one told them about finding dead bodies that had been robbed of their lives in the most exotically gruesome ways. No one told them about having to console survivors of meta-crime who had lost those they loved to it. No one told them about the soul-destroying ways people – human or superhuman – could hurt each other.
In the midst of her dark musings, she heard her door swoosh open and soft footsteps almost inaudible to her acute hearing. She heard those footsteps moving closer and closer to her, but she paid them no mind. She knew who they belonged to and she knew that that person did not mean her any harm.
“Brooding again, Mar’i?” a voice gently asked her. “I thought you warned me against such things.”
Mar’i snickered. “I come from a family of brooders, Raziel. It’s a hard habit to shake.”
“Do you mind turning over so I can get a good look at you?” Raziel asked. “Not that the view I’m getting right now is by any means bad.”
Mar’i could hear the lecherous smile in his voice. “Just for you, my love,” she murmured, and rolled over so that she was looking at Raziel, who was a sight for sore eyes. His hair was silver and shoulder-length, with bangs neatly parted in the middle. Piercing violet eyes stared into her green orbs, while pale skin stretched over firm, lean muscles. A simple black silk jacket and pants were his only covering, the silk jacket left open to reveal his toned chest and abdomen and the ensemble contrasting nicely with his hair and skin.
“What’s the occasion?” she asked him.
“Six months to the day since I returned to you,” Raziel replied. “I believe that deserves something special. I’d ask you to turn over again, but for what I’m about to do, I need your clothes off first.”
Mar’i smiled impishly at him and rose from the bed. She tugged at the back of her costume – a low-cut black leotard with a translucent purple wing symbol – until the polymers holding it together began to separate. The polymers separated in a manner resembling a zipper being pulled down, allowing her to peel the leotard off, exposing her body to her lover’s hungry eyes. Her pink-purple nipples hardened upon exposure to the air.
“Like what you see?” she asked sultrily, her tongue flicking out to subtly lick her lips.
“Yes,” Raziel answered with a smirk. “Lie down on your front, please.”
Mar’i resumed lying on her bed on her front, using her forearms as a pillow. Raziel gazed upon her, admiring her beauty. He started from the top down, gazing at her long, wavy black tresses and following their cascade to the curve of her delectable derriere. His eyes moved down to her legs, muscled yet feminine and almost interminably long.
He got onto the bed with her, straddling her waist. He was sure she could feel the heat of his body through the thin silk of his clothes. He could certainly feel her heat through his clothes. He parted her hair to the side, leaving her bare, toned back exposed to his eyes.
With no further ado, he placed his hands on her shoulders and began to rub them gently. A soft smile formed on his lips. “You’re very tense, aren’t you, my dear?” he whispered. “Not to worry. By the time I’m done, you’ll be utterly relaxed and refreshed.”
Mar’i let out a soft hum of pleasure as Raziel continued his ministrations. He massaged her upper back, kneading the muscles like dough. The Tamaranean hybrid sighed in contentment as her lover rubbed the tension out of her body. His hands moved lower, finding their way to her lower back, which he proceeded to massage. As he kneaded her, she could feel warmth pooling in her lower belly, the familiar warmth of arousal.
Suddenly, she could feel his weight removing itself from her back. She whimpered in disappointment and confusion, only to hear the faint sound of polymers separating. She felt the air against her feet upon the removal of her boots and wiggled her toes. She felt soft kisses on her ankles, which stoked the fires of her arousal even more. Following that, she became aware of the sensation of a tongue moving up the back of her calf, stopping to gently strike the back of her knee, eliciting a soft moan from her. He repeated the maneuver with her other leg, eliciting the same response as with the first.
Raziel began to rub Mar’i’s thighs, kneading and massaging them, which simply further contributed to her arousal. She could feel her wetness seeping out of her and staining the comforter beneath her. Another soft moan escaped her lips, deepening the closer his hands got to her moist center.
After he finished massaging her thighs, he began to massage her toned backside. This had the effect of turning Mar’i on even more, eliciting a deeper moan from her. Then she sensed him doing something odd, specifically, she sensed his hands using her hips as leverage to pull her onto her knees. If she’d wanted to, she could have resisted, but she did not. The oddness really started when she felt him spreading her buns.
“Relax,” he whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you. In fact, I guarantee you’ll like it.”
Now, Mar’i wasn’t exactly sure what Raziel was up to, but she trusted him, so she decided to lie there and enjoy whatever he was up to. Immediately, she felt his tongue circle her forbidden entrance, the circles progressively narrowing as though in a spiral. Finally, his tongue was right on her rosebud, caressing it gently. It was a strange sensation, but pleasurable as well. At this point, she was so aroused that she began to push back against his tongue.
As he rimmed her, he reached around to stroke her increasingly sodden womanhood, sliding a finger inside her. It was tight, but she was so wet that she easily accommodated his finger. She bucked against him harder, more insistently, and so he slid in another finger while working his tongue inside her. Normally, such a thing would be nigh-impossible, but he was using his telekinetic aura to widen her entrance, facilitating his oral ministrations.
“Raziel!” she cried out, every cell of her body afire with passion and rapture. She climaxed hard, her nectar spilling out of her and all over her lover’s hand. It seemed endless, like a tidal wave of elation that simply went on forever.
As for Raziel, he removed himself from his lover and reached into a pocket of his silk pants with his clean hand. He removed a bluish square pad and placed it in his mouth, using his tongue to press it hard against the roof of his mouth. The pad burst, releasing mouthwash into his mouth, a necessity when using one’s mouth to play with somebody’s backdoor, considering the bacteria there. Once that was over with, he placed his soaked hand in front of Mar’i’s face.
“Taste yourself,” he whispered in her ear.
Mar’i gripped his wrist gently and took the two fingers he’d slid inside her into her mouth. She moaned softly as her own taste hit her tongue. Her arousal, which had calmed to a slow burn, was quickly heating up again.
Raziel felt his hardness strain against the fabric of his silk pants as Mar’i sucked his fingers like they were a certain other part of his body. He could feel her arousal and it amplified his own. Using his empathic talents, he filled her mind with images of all the positions he could take her in, eliciting a muffled moan around his fingers.
She removed his fingers from her mouth and gazed at him with an expression of passionate yearning. Speaking not one word to him, she slid his silk jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall into a puddle on the floor of her bedroom. She rained soft kisses over his chest and abs, worshipping his body with her lips. She gently laid him down on her bed and tugged his silk pants off, throwing them aside and exposing his erect manhood to her. Without a word, she took him into her mouth, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him.
Raziel had a gift for reading emotions and he could tell that what he had unleashed was not quite the Mar’i he knew. The Mar’i he knew had two modes when it came to sex: blushing yet receptive virgin and confident, forward temptress, the latter coming out once she’d had some time to ease into the sex. This girl that presently fellated him was neither, but rather driven nigh-completely by the desire pulsing in her veins, a desire that had molded her into a primal sexual creature. The sheer need with which she sucked him was testament to this.
Silly Raziel, he thought while he was still coherent. You might as well lie back and enjoy.
Mar’i sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth until the entirety of his manhood was inside her. He was in so deep that she’d had to relax her throat muscles to take him in all the way, something she’d picked up fairly quickly. She began to pull away slowly, dragging her tongue along the underside of his member, until only the head remained in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it before slowly taking him back into her mouth.
In retrospect, Raziel did last an awfully long time against Mar’i’s oral ministrations. Of course, even one with his stamina could not last that long against a young woman whose strength was such that her mouth was an almost literal vacuum. As it was, he climaxed hard, crying out the name of his lover, who drank his essence as though it was the only meal she was allowed. That had the byproduct, intended or not, of making him hard all over again, his powers of recuperation notwithstanding.
Mar’i lay back on the bed, her legs spread and her oh-so-moist womanhood visible to Raziel’s eyes. Her emerald eyes locked on his violet orbs, demanding silently that he take her. He positioned himself above her, gripping her wrists for leverage. She liked it when he did that, liked giving up a little control to him.
He buried himself in her, becoming aware of moist warmth clenching him like a silken vise. She moaned from the feeling of completion, elated that he was finally inside her and that the burning feeling inside her would be sated. After taking a few minutes to adjust to the feeling of being inside her, he withdrew from her about halfway, only to thrust into her again, eliciting a gasp-slash-cry from her. He repeated the technique, eliciting a similar response this time.
He began slowly and gently; despite the fact that Mar’i was far more resilient than a normal human girl would be, he didn’t want to cause her undue pain. He incrementally increased the length of his withdrawals, until only the head of his member was inside her. He thrust back into her, only to be met with a fierce thrust of her hips from Mar’i.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” she asked rhetorically, her voice a mix of a purr and a hiss. “I’m not a china doll. So take me like you mean it!”
Raziel smirked at the challenge in her voice. “As you wish, my dear,” he whispered in her ear, his voice like smooth velvet.
Their lovemaking from that point on became less restrained. Raziel thrust into her with all the strength he had within him, which was not inconsiderable, gripping her wrists tightly. Mar’i thrust upwards against him, pulling him deeper inside her. His moans of pleasure mixed with her increasingly catlike yowls. Eventually, he could detect actual words . . . but they were in Tamaranean. Fortunately, he knew some Tamaranean, enough to know what “Fuck me harder” sounded like in that tongue.
Raziel decided to grant her desire and took her harder than he had been up to that point. As his thrusts tripled in force, Mar’i lifted her legs back until she could rest them on Raziel’s shoulders, crossing her ankles behind his neck, a testament to her flexibility. They continued in this fashion until she whispered in his ear “I love you” in Tamaranean, at which point he climaxed inside her. This had the effect of triggering her climax, as her nectar gushed around his member.
In the wake of the orgasm, he was panting heavily, as though he had run around the world, a feat which could not be easily accomplished by him since his speed was far lesser than Mercury’s. He heard her gentle breathing and her rapid heartbeat and smiled gently at her. The next words out of his mouth were “I love you” in barely accented Tamaranean. He let go of her wrists, allowing her to stroke his face just before kissing him gently.

End Notes: Ok, this one is a little bit shorter than the first three, but I hope that doesn’t translate to a loss in quality for you. I kinda like this type of lemon, where one of the lovers starts out just wanting to do something nice for the other and then it evolves into pure, mind-blowing sex. Plus, my first use of the word “fuck” in a sexual context in any of my written works, lemon or not. Truthfully, I don’t really enjoy using the word that way or much other profanity when I’m writing lemons, but I wanted to try it just this once. And you can’t call me a prude when I’m writing steamy lemons for you, anyway. Feel free to drop a review.
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