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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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“Not happening.” Before she could so much as rub herself against the head of the emerald (well, it was really more of a dark spring-green) shaft, S-Raven found herself being seized and yanked across the room by a familiar dark energy and coming face-to-face with the Raven of this dimension. The empath did a very good job of making her forcefully neutral face convey her current level of rage. Not that the interrupted girl was feeling too happy about the intrusion herself.
“And hello to you too.” S-Raven deadpanned, indignantly dripping. Stopped from going all the way or not, she’d still given the green bean his first ever blowjob; the first point in the sexual contest she’d just decided existed went to her. It wouldn’t be the last, either. She was quite sure of that.
“You lied to me.” Raven accused, her monotone wavering slightly as she held the other girl aloft with her powers. “You said you’d play this my way.”
“This is your way, because I’m nothing more than a sexually free you.” S-Raven sniped back, instantly diving for the mix of logical truth and emotional reasoning that she knew Raven would have trouble fighting. “You’re just too repressed to admit it.”
“Sexual mores aren’t all you seem to be free of.” Raven whispered darkly. “You know well enough by now that what you just did was legally and ethically wrong in this world. This wasn’t some misunderstanding, or a social faux pas, and I’m not going to just sit back and let you break my moral code and the law.”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” S-Raven dismissed her counterpart’s threat. “What, you’re going to go out there and tell everyone that Raven raped a helpless teenager in his sleep?” She grinned. “Yeah, that’ll go over great. I bet Robin will let us pick out our own handcuffs.”
“Y-you....” Raven clenched her fists beneath her cloak, willing herself to not slug the smug empath.
“Oh, and poor Garfield will have to go through the terrible trauma of knowing he got blown by a hot goth-looking babe.” S-Raven placed her hands on her cheeks, gasping with false emotion. “He, hell, probably the whole team, maybe even the entire city, would never be able to look at you the same way again.” She tsked sadly. “Sure, it would have been me that did it, but you know that wouldn’t matter to their subconscious minds.”
“Just how far,” Raven paused, taking a deep breath to both try and calm herself and control her volume. “How far do you think you can push me? You really think I’ll choose my reputation over my friends?”
“Oh please, like I would ever do anything to hurt them. You think I don’t love them just as much as you?” S-Raven spun lazily and wrapped one arm around the livid empath’s shoulders. “Fine, I messed up, I can admit that. No need to start a war of the Ravens over it. You try living in a world where, say, meditation is illegal and see how long you go without slipping up.”
“And I suppose you just want me to let you off with a warning?” Raven ground out stiffly, doing her best to not react to her double’s cavalier attitude. The fact that the nympho had a point, however small, didn’t help.
“No way, you know that’s not how we roll.” S-Raven shook her head sympathetically. “Look, I don’t think I hurt the runt, but you think I have, somehow. I know that anyone who hurts my Gar doesn’t just get off with a warning, no way it’s any different with you.” She sighed. “I let my control slip, and that’s not acceptable. So, if you wanna take a shot, take it.”
“.....” Raven peered closely at the other her’s face, trying to read her sincerity without the use of her powers. From what she could tell, it seemed genuine. And, really, there wasn’t any punishment she could enact without the other Raven’s cooperation or the Titans’ noticing, making any action symbolic at best. “Just...... Go to breakfast, and please, please, keep your guard up. If you ‘slip up’ again, my team pays for it.” She sighed, shrugging the arm away from her shoulders. “And we both know what will happen if you hurt them.”
“Yeah....” S-Raven trailed off somberly for a moment, before springing up with overplayed cheer. “Well, I’ll leave waking up Gar to you!” She grinned, floating back to the door. “Have fun handling his cock!” Before Raven could react to the..... joke (?), the alternate teen phased through the door and out of sight. The empath narrowed her eyes and glared at the sliding metal for a moment, then turned to glide over to Beast Boy’s bed.
Even without an enhanced sense of smell, the area around the bed reeked of sex. Luckily, in a relative sense, S-Raven’s own female-in-heat scent was covered up by the thick, dark musk of the changeling’s....... well, spunk. Having experienced her counterpart’s powerful aroma herself, Raven could only conclude that Beast Boy, ah, excretions, were just that incredibly potent. Certainly smelled that way, at least. It was a touch on the acrid side, like sweat, but not an entirely bad scent. She inhaled through her nose, and considered it. It put a slight burn in the back of her throat, a tingle that shimmered its way through her sinuses and made her nose twitch. Beyond the caustic heat on the edges, though, the smell was smooth, almost pleasing. It brought to her mind the image of a forest fire, lush and full of growth, yet powerful and raging. Rather made her want something to drink.
Raven then realized that she was standing over her teammate and trying to analyze the smell of his cum.
She shook her head and clenched her eyes shut, silently cursing the other half-demon and her lingering dimensional field. She wasn’t sure if it was her own heightened emotional state amplifying its effects, or if it was merely getting stronger the longer she stayed in it, but it was obviously still clouding her mind. She could only hope that there was no permanency to it. She’d been in it the longest so far, but she also had more tolerance to mind-affecting magic. With her luck, Starfire, Robin, and Cyborg were already being warped beyond repair by S-Raven’s mere presence in the kitchen. And Beast Boy? Well, who could say what being asleep might do to his susceptibility to the field. He was already the most easily mentally altered of the group (a fact she could only blame on Mento; years of psychically sifting through a young boy’s head without bothering to teach him proper defense techniques or control had left the changeling with an incredibly easy to access mind), and his animal instincts only ever needed a nudge to kick into high gear. She’d have to give him a subtle once-over after she woke him up.
Speaking of......
“O-oh.” It was then that Raven noticed (or, perhaps, allowed herself to notice) that the green teen’s, ah, “exuberance” had not yet subsided and was standing quite proudly. She averted her gaze. Her doppelganger’s parting words made sense now. Even after she waited for things to soften up, she’d still need to stuff Beast Boy back into his boxers. She couldn’t just toss the covers over him, as he could unthinkingly spring out of bed once awake and that would be awkward for them both. Likewise, she couldn’t manipulate things with her powers, as the icy black grip would rouse him instantly. In S-Raven’s twisted mind, this meant that Raven had no choice but to use her hands and take care of things personally, though Raven was sure she could think of something else.
Of course, that would be after he was flaccid. Until that happened, she was stuck in limbo. She couldn’t wake him with that massive, hard, exoticly-shaped ….... Uh, with that thing still erect. She could pretend she’d seen nothing, but he would know she had and she would know that he would know, she knew. Likewise, she couldn’t just leave him to wake up his own. S-Raven would only get even more impossibly smug with her, and the other Titans would need a reason for why two Ravens were unable to retrieve one Beast Boy. Plus, it was now more imperative than ever she prepared him to meet S-Raven before she slutted all over him. Well, while he was conscious, anyway.
She risked a glance down, to see if he’d become calm enough that she could re-leash the beast, so to speak. He was just as huge and glistening with saliva as ever, much to her.... annoyance. Yeah, that sharp flit of emotion in her chest as she beheld his still-throbbing dick was definitely annoyance. Well, she was nothing if not patient. If she had to stand here for a long while, inspecting the rigidness of her teammate’s erection every few minutes, then so be it. He couldn’t stay hard forever, probably, not in his sleep anyway, (at least, it was unlikely, he’d never get away with that spandex-y, lycra-y uniform of his in that case) and she was positive she could outlast him.
She remained certain of that for the first five minutes. Five agonizing minutes of awkwardly staring at the ceiling, stealing glances every fifteen or so seconds, and trying to convince herself that there was no reason to be embarrassed or worked up over any part of the shapeshifter’s anatomy, all while he refused to lose even one iota of tumescence. After that, doubt began to creep in. How could he still be so hard without stimuli? Maybe he was softer than he looked? (A quick, mortifying, thrilling poke told her THAT certainly wasn’t the case.) What if it was an effect of the field? Worse, what if it wasn’t?
“Azar’s eye, go down already!” She hissed lowly, glaring at the offending organ. It was taunting her, with its barbs and bumps and bulging veins. Its stretched skin and bulbous equinian ring only further infuriated her. And the way the light shined off of the tapered head, drawing her eye every time it twitched, was just plain insolence. How dare he remain engorged for so long, when she wanted him deflated. How much longer could he keep it up? Was he like a dog, remaining swollen long after ejaculation for the sake of ensuring impregnation? Where had she even learned that about dogs? (while Beast Boy often showered her (...... enlightened her) with random animal facts, she doubted he’d ever shared that particular tidbit with her)
At ten minutes, Raven started to become nervous. The others were most certainly wondering where she was and what was taking so long, and her double had to be assuming she was taking the slut’s parting words to heart. Plus, there was the chance of Beast Boy himself waking up before he went down (because, seriously, he hadn’t even started to flag), which only got more likely as time went on. She couldn’t even bring herself to imagine the consequences of that scenario, and she doubted the ‘slutty evil twin’ excuse would get her very far. Another pressing concern was the growing.... itch in her throat. The smell around the shifter wasn’t dissipating with time, and every inhalation only made her feel more thirsty for something thick and warm and- no, she was not going to let that thought go any further.
It had to be the effect of the field, but that shouldn’t have lingered without S-Raven around. Her own room had been freed of the lust-inducing, inhibition-removing field the moment her twin had left. And it wasn’t as though the sexual escapade here would tie the phenomenon to the room; her own would be as soaked in it as it was in cum if that were the case. This left her with two disturbing possibilities: Either the field was changing and becoming more potent and long-lived, or she was not currently under its effects at all. She wasn’t sure which idea horrified her more, though the latter was a strong contender with its dark personal implications. An outside force, she could write off. An internal one?
“....I really need to meditate.” She concluded. Paying a visit to the inside of her own head to have a roundtable discussion with herselves would probably do wonders for her right now. Even if she didn’t figure out how to deal with her feelings, she’d at least find out what exactly she was feeling, and possibly why. She knew better to deny her emotions these days, even if she was admitting them to no one but herself, but a situation like this made her feel like she was back in the early days of the team, still trying to master deciphering and forcing down every little twinge. She’d even avoided dirty books all her life just to keep her distance from these kind of complications, and now she was thrust (and wasn’t that a poor word choice on her part) into them suddenly; consequently, she was very much confused and out of her depth.
At least it was Beast Boy, she reasoned. Better someone on the team than a random civilian to be affecting her like this. Granted, it was the field doing this. It had to be. Still, the green Titan was the best one she could hope to be affected by, as he had ample experience surviving her various emotional turmoils and the magical outbursts that often came with them. And he was genuinely concerned with both her well-being and the well-being of the team, which was something she couldn’t guarantee from a stranger. If her emotions did manage to get the better of her, she knew he wouldn’t take advantage of that or hold it against her. Animal instincts or not, he had more self-control than people tended to give him credit for. Besides, no way John T. Civvie was packing what Garfield Mark Logan was packing (barbed for her pleasure, indeed), not by a longshot.
She paused, then mentally slapped herself.
“This is taking way too long.” Raven heaved an exasperated sigh, peeking down at the engorged rod once more. Still huge, still shiny and enticing, blah blah blah shut up, brain. At roughly fifteen minutes, she was getting too antsy for her own good. Normally, when she had to wait for things, she meditated. Deprived of that, since she had to get the green bean up as soon as possible and couldn’t afford to be lost in her mind when either of his heads started to move, she found herself at a bit of a loss to control her wandering thoughts. It didn’t help that time had started to crawl at a ‘watched pots never boil’ (observed dicks never soften?) pace. Between the slow march of moments, her increasing nervousness and restlessness, and the all-encompassing aroma of cum, she was becoming incredibly desperate to leave the room before she did something that she would later regret.
Something decidedly non-sexual that she would later regret, that is. Of course.
Folding her legs into a lotus position beneath her, she sat on the air next to the bed and glared at the sleeping Titan. Briefly, she entertained the thought of just flipping the mattress over, Beast Boy and all. On one hand, she would be able to pretend she had seen nothing, and he would be awake. On the other, landing on his erection (also, his face) would probably be incredibly uncomfortable, if not outright painful, for him, and the shock of being flipped might make him pop up without checking to see if all his parts were covered. Considering that his state was not his fault, it seemed needlessly cruel to do such a thing. While she tended to give her teammate a bit more physical discouragement than was probably healthy, she did try to limit it to when he actually did something to earn it. Unfortunately, an involuntary bodily reaction to stimuli was hardly something she could blame him for, especially when he was sleeping.
She furrowed her brow, trying to think up some other options through the sexual haze in her brain. She needed him awake. She needed him clothed. She needed him to stop being so...... large. The third item was the problem that was keeping the first two from being completed, so it had to be taken care of. Waiting it out was obviously no longer an option. For whatever reason, time was not fixing the problem for her, which forced her into an active role. She had to make it go down. Without waking Beast Boy, of course. Heavy sleeper though he was, he obviously wasn’t insensate; she’d need to be careful.
Ok, so, what made a dick go soft? Time? Not in this case, it seemed. Repulsive sights? Not exactly an option with him sleeping. Ejaculation? Well....... Raven considered it for a moment. The first time hadn’t stopped it, but a second held a chance at forcing a refractory period. Of course, that would mean she’d have to actually stimulate her friend. She wouldn’t stoop to her doppelganger’s tactic of putting his hardness in her mouth (or licking it, for that matter). No way it tasted like anything she wanted to taste, nevermind the indignity of it. A handjob, though...... She failed to force down her blush, her gaze locking onto the green rod from the corners of her eyes.
No! She had to think of a different solution. While she certainly was mature enough to be able to handle such a thing (in fact, she was relatively certain she’d even be halfway good at it; she had soft hands and was quite dexterous, after all.), she couldn’t allow herself to fall into the same depravity that consumed her other-dimensional twin. She closed her eyes and tried to will a clever idea into her head, but only ended up getting several very clear mental pictures of her hands wrapped around a certain hard, green anatomical feature. Not the most productive thing to think about.
She growled lowly to herself in frustration. Her brain almost always did what she told it to, so its flippant disregard for what she was ordering from it was increasingly vexing. This kind of insubordination was completely out of line, and not to be tolerated. It was only when a crack appeared in Beast Boy’s bedpost with a small snapping sound did she realize she was getting too worked up. Still, it was, perhaps, a fortunate thing. That tiny snap seemed to cut through the blanket of hormones that had been smothering her mind, and allowed her to regain her clarity of thought, if only for a moment.
“Oh, duh.” She shook her head, mentally deriding herself for not realizing the obvious answer sooner. With a flick of her wrist, Beast Boy’s sheets pinched at the edges and lifted him up in an impromptu hammock that trailed behind her through the air as she walked to the green Titan’s bathroom. Quite gently, she lowered him onto the floor of his shower and closed the privacy door, before heading back out into his room proper.
Then, with a mental blink, she turned on the shower’s cold water at full blast.
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“.......And don’t let her touch you.” Raven instructed, making sure her every word dripped with authority. The common room was only a little farther, and Beastboy had yet to take her warnings seriously. Considering the gravity of the situation, this was not to be tolerated.
“Yeah, you said that one already.” He pointed out distractedly. It was only out of loyalty to his home-Raven that he hadn’t already bolted ahead to see the new one.
“It’s important. And try to avoid looking directly into her eyes.” There wasn’t any real reason for this warning, other than the fact that Raven thought her eyes were one of her better features. The unscrupulous S-Raven would surely use them to ensnare the changeling, if given the chance.
“Right, gotcha, she’s got one of those turn-ya-to-stone Medusa gazes.” The green Titan wiggled his fingers dramatically. At this point, she could tell him that her counterpart constantly shot magnetic laser beams from her nose and he’d still want to meet her. Actually, he thought that might be kinda cool to see. The majestic Coatimundi-Raven……..
Frustrated, she gripped him by the shoulder as they reached the double-doors, turning him to face her.
“Beastboy,” She said slowly, deliberately. “Do you trust me?” He blinked, surprised by the weight of the inquiry, and at the physical contact.
“Dude, Raven, duh.” He raised an eyebrow, almost offended that she had to ask. “Course I do.”
“Then don’t trust her.” She implored him, putting her eyes to work. It was slightly hypocritical, but it was also for his own good. “No matter what she says, or does.” Her other hand came up, resting on his other shoulder. “You cannot allow her to manipulate your emotions, understand?”
“........ Ok, so, is she evil or what?” The green titan’s head tilted forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. This, plus the way he subtly squared his shoulders and dropped his casual tone, told her she might have laid it on a little too thick.
“No, she’s,” Raven shook her head, and this was enough for Beast Boy to shift back out of the soldier mindset that had been drilled into him in the Doom Patrol. “She’s from a different dimension, Beast Boy.” She emphasized. “Her morals are not our morals, and what she thinks is right doesn’t line up with what we think is right. It’s important that we don’t let ourselves become….” The word ‘infected’ was quickly dismissed for being too distressing, as was ‘corrupted’. “.... brought around to her way of doing things. I don’t want any of us to lose sight of who we are.”
“.... huh.” Beast Boy blinked at her for a moment, absorbing her words, if not the fullness of the meaning behind them. “Ok, Raven. I’ll be careful.”
“That’s all I ask.” The empath let her hands fall back to her sides, ignoring the fact that her skin was tingling where it had touched him. Just an effect of his suit’s material. “And if you start to feel…. out of the ordinary, get away from her, ok?”
“Whatever you say, Raven.” He turned back to the doors, then took a deep breath through his nose. “Oh man this is gonna be so awesome.” Unable to contain his grin, he opened the doors and went through.
Mentally preparing herself for the worst, Raven followed him.
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“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!” The alien redhead screamed, her hands digging into the steel frame of the couch like it was made of balsa wood. “Keep pounding my grebnaks, please! You are stretching me incredibly wide!”
She squealed with delight as her request was not only obliged, but surpassed by an increase in force. Her cybernetic teammate thrust into her ass with a strength that would have shattered the pelvis of a human girl, but only made the Tamaranian shudder with pleasure. The couch creaked and slid back and forth each time her slammed into her from behind, despite his foot being buried halfway through one of the cushions for stabilization. The couch would be very lucky to survive the morning.
“Oh yeah, take it!” he grunted, curled over her. One hand gripped her shoulder, and the other her hip, both of them working to impale behind over and over on his massive, blue-veined cock. Like the rest of him, it had been modified into something bigger, stronger, and more capable than before. Ten dark-skinned inches pulled out of the orange girl, leaving only the vibrating head inside, then plunged back in, stretching her asshole around the inhumanly wide, fist-thick base.
“X’hal, it feels so wonderous!” She panted, her tight ring of muscle clamping down on him. The glowing blue veins made him feel even more gigantic inside her, each one thicker around than her thumb and pulsing with a machine heat. And the way they adjusted themselves, sliding around his member, inside her……… “Please, I need more!”
“You mean, more Dick?” The boy wonder, who had been enjoying the show from just feet away, grinned at his own pun as he stroked his hardness. His girlfriend stared at his length with open desire, her lips opening and closing in a sucking motion.
“P-please!” She cried, smooshing her breasts into the back of the couch as she leaned forward to put her head level with his cock. “I cannot cum without it!”
“Always so needy.” The masked titan chuckled. “But, what are boyfriends for?” Without waiting for a response, he stepped forward and grabbed her head in both hands, burying his dick to the hilt in her mouth and throat. She moaned as her did, her gag reflex contracting her around him, her eyes rolling back in bliss.
Her fucked her face with wild abandon, not even pausing to give her air as he repeatedly crushed her nose into his pubic hair. The only sound she could make as her neck repeatedly bulged around his cock was a wet, thick choking gag. He knew the limits of her alien biology let her survive with far less oxygen than a human, and he was taking full advantage of it.
Not to say she wanted it any other way. She wanted to be pounded senseless, filled with so much cum that every last one of her stomachs swelled like balloons. She was a warrior, strong and proud, and she showed it by going beyond what anyone else could possibly handle. She took it harder, bigger, longer, and more than any human, and every drop she milked from her partners was a testament to her skill and stamina. She was the best, and, in the arena of sex, she proved it.
“Hmm, I think you’ve gotten better at selectively clenching your muscles.” The black-haired teen mused idly as he shot a load into her without slowing his pace. “That’s the quickest you’ve ever sucked a wad out of me.” Luckily for the both of them, his mastery of his own body meant he could stay hard even during the refractory period between orgasms, allowing him to facefuck her practically indefinitely. “What do you think, Vic?”
“Oh, she’s definitely improved. “The bald titan replied, slapping her ass and chuckling at her pleased squeak. “Even with my nerves turned down to fifty percent, I’m gonna blow any minute now! You’d just love that, wouldn’t you Kori?” She moaned in response, a shudder running through her. “Girl, you are such a cumslut.” As she wiggled her hips in affirmation, the double-doors to the common room slid open.
“Yo, dudes,” Garfield walked in, clad only in a towel. “You guys seen Raven? I was gonna jump her during her shower, but she didn’t show.”
“Last I saw, she was meditating.” Victor replied, grabbing Kori’s thighs and hoisting her lower body into the air for a better angle. “She mighta done that thing she does.”
“The thing with her tongue or the teleporting on orgasm thing?” Garfield asked, the front of his towel tenting as he eyed Kori.
“Both, probably.” The cybernetic titan shrugged. “You know how she is sometimes. It was, what, two weeks before she got bored of getting gangbanged in Bludhaven and came back, last time?”
“Nine days.” Dick corrected. “Two weeks was when she teleported to Steel City.”
“Well, damn.” The green titan pouted. “I was looking forward to trying out some reptile forms with her. Now what am I supposed to do?”
“Well, actually,” Dick motioned for him to come over. “I’ve got to get ready for patrol anyway. Why don’t you keep Kori warm for me until I get back?”
“Dude, awesome!” Garfield tossed away his towel with a flourish, freeing his rising cock. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her. Won’t I, Kori?”
There was a moment before she could answer, as Dick’s length slid out of her with a dripping pop. Breathing for the first time in five minutes, she looked up at Garfield and smiled.

“Please, friend, may I suggest you, as Raven would say, ‘shut up and fuck me’?”
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