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Mating Season	By : EvilFuzzy Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Threesomes Plus Views: 47297 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Kitten was smiling wide and bright as she leered down at Beast Boy. Her eyes gleamed, dancing with amusement at the shamefully lewd expression on the shapeshifter's face. She continued tracing her finger along the rising, swollen ridge of the welt she had inflicted across his lean, defined chest.
Beast Boy let out a soft hiss at this, and she felt his manhood twitch a little against her posterior. Her eyes met his, twinkling brightly with a sort of vaguely cruel mirth.
"You're adorable," she purred, addressing the changeling. She lightly dug one of her fingernails into the mark she had left across his pectorals. He let out a yelp, and she felt his member twitch again, a little more forcefully this time.
He bucked his hips, perhaps unconsciously, lifting them nearly two inches or more off the ground. Kitten felt it, and felt his rod grinding between her buttocks.
"Ooh, what a naughty little boy you are, my darling Beastie-Boo!" she declared, sounding delightedly. "You like this, don't you?"
Beast Boy grunted a little, bucking his hips again, even harder this time. Kitten let out a slight gasp, unconsciously leaning a fair greater portion of weight against his cock, which was throbbing mightily between the cheeks of her soft, west coast, daddy's girl little ass.
Now he was definitely doing it on purpose.
In spite of herself, Kitten could not help but grin a little at the flush of Beast Boy's cheeks, and the utterly adorable expression of pained desire on his face. She giggled, feeling a bit giddy, when the changeling's hands suddenly clapped down on her waist with a loud slap. She let out a yelp, her own cheeks quickly reddening from the brief stinging sensation, followed shortly by the feeling of his fingers squeezing her buttocks, kneading them with a surprising aptitude.
"Good boy..." she moaned appreciatively, very much enjoying the nice gluteal massage he was giving her. She felt his fingers wiping up the seed he had spurted all over her lower back, and she smiled at him. "Cleaning up after yourself?" she commented, giggling a little at her own remark. "You might be a keeper!" she teasingly mused, adding with a wink, "Well, now, Beastie-Boo~ Since you're being so cooperative, how about I give you a little treat?"
Kitten lightly scraped the welt on his chest one last time, causing him to whimper and gasp, groaning a bit from a guilty, masochistic enjoyment of this casually sensual abuse. Then she got up off of him for a moment, turning around so that her back was facing him.
She bent over, getting down on all fours and spreading her legs, laying the riding crop on the floor beside her. She glanced over her shoulder, giving Beast Boy a playful wink and an inviting smile.
"C'mon," she said girlishly, sweetly, "I know you want it, my adorable green snuggle bear~"
She wiggled her hips teasingly, suggestively. Beast Boy, his sexual drive exponentially enhanced by rut, and his inhibitions similarly eroded by the previous sexual encounters and potentially other factors as well, did not hesitate to get up onto his knees and mount Kitten. Without even thinking about it, Garfield Logan grabbed hold once more Kitten's buttocks, kneading and fondling her pale, creamy cheeks with an uncharacteristic roughness – though she certainly did not protest the brusque treatment – as he spread them. In doing this, he exposed the villainess's anus.
Kitten proceeded to let out a brief gasp when she felt Beast Boy probe her rectum with one of his fingers, slathering the semen which covered it in and around the rim of her asshole. She whimpered softly as he she felt him thoroughly lubricate her hole with his seed, before finally clapping his hands down on the blonde's hips once he was finished.
Aching and horny and thoroughly lubed up, Kitten gave a weak, lopsided grin as she felt the gorgeous green skin-changer finally prod the tip of his manhood against her backdoor. It was of a considerably greater girth than his fingers, of course, and so it took a few seconds of gradually increasing pressure before he was finally able to breach the entrance. Once he did, the first few inches slid in without much trouble, and Kitten let out a happy mewl as Beast Boy entered her.
For his part, the shapeshifter was kinda losing it from the incredible tightness of Kitten's asshole. It was amazing, how something so large could fit inside something so small, and the continual pressure on his manhood was enough to push his resistance almost to its limits right from the word Go.
"Ohhhh, YESSS!" Kitten cried out in delight, feeling his hardness inside of her, stretching her out like a head in a sock. It was driving her wild, pushing her over the brink of ecstasy as he thrust inside of her. "Harder!" she begged him, eyes rolling back in her head, tongue lolling out of her mouth. "Faster! Please!"
Any pretenses she might have been maintaining of dominance, at this point, quickly dissolved as she shamelessly moaned and pleaded and implored him to have his way with her. Lewdly, perversely, she begged him to make his treatment of her rougher and harsher and more violent, demanded him to get back at her for whipping his chest.
It was a bit outside Beast Boy's limited area of expertise, with this sort of thing, but it seemed that Kitten had somewhat of a thing for sadomasochistic role play. Certainly, at the very least, she seemed to gain equal – if separate brands – of enjoyment from both abusing AND being abused (within the context of role play, at least).
He supposed he could see where she was coming from, though, somewhere in the dark, deeply repressed recesses of his mind. After all, as much as he had dreamed of dominating the girl, he had certainly enjoyed BEING dominated by her, too, if in a different sort of way.
So when Kitten told him – in between loud moans and groans – to pick up the riding crop and whip her, even as he continued to pump in and out of her ass, Beast Boy did not hesitate to do as she asked. Overmuch, at least. He picked it up, certainly, took it in hand and raised it up to strike her as she requested.
But. He just sort of found himself holding back, a little, a sudden, brief but sharp stab of pain in his chest reminding him of how much it had hurt. So when he brought down, it was with scarcely a tithe of the force Kitten had used on him.
Not even hard enough to actually hurt.
He was a little surprised to hear the pout in Kitten's tone when she told him, in between yelps of pleasure and gasps for air, "No! It has to be harder. Make it hurt! You might be a goody two-shoes hero, but! Harder! Make it harder. Make it HURT!"
Beast Boy slowed down slightly in his thrusts, a bit reluctant still, but he nonetheless did as Kitten asked.
A sharp CRACK rang out through Raven's room, and all the girls present therein watched with undisguised interest at the way the blonde criminal writhed and squirm under the touch of the riding crop. Kitten screamed each time the implement kissed the skin of her back, but it was not a distressed scream.
There was pain, to be sure, a far from inconsiderable amount of physical agony from the harsh ministrations of the implement she had given into Beast Boy's hands, but it was at the very least equaled – if not outright surpassed – by the pleasure evident in her expression. Beast Boy struck her across the back a total of three times, getting back into the rhythm of riding her ass as he did so, and on the third stroke Kitten's cry was the loudest yet.
She came. That was obvious even to the onlookers.
Kitten came, and Beast Boy appeared come shortly after. The blonde had a satisfied, contented look on her face, not appearing particularly perturbed by the welts on her back. BB pulled out of her with a very suggestive squelching sound, his member visibly covered in his own seed. It was also still quite hard, and the remaining two girls – Argent and Nightwing – looked very much intrigued, one in the riding crop Gar was holding, and the other in the mess covering his dick.
So, as Kitten allowed herself to be pulled away from Beast Boy by Raven's magic, Argent went up to Beast Boy, a vulpine grin on her face.
"'Ello there, luv," she said cheekily, standing right in front and above him in her short skirt. She raked crimson eyes quite casually up and down the changeling's nude form, subtly shifting her stance a little to give him a peek up her skirt, if he cared to take it.
And he certainly did, from the way his eyes focused in on one particular spot, widening a bit as his cheeks reddened and his erection throbbed appreciatively.
Argen smirked.
She did so enjoy going commando at times like this.
"Like what ye see?" she asked him playfully. Using her powers, she manipulated small ball bearings of solid-phase energy under her skirt to push the fabric up a tiny bit to give Beast Boy an even better view of what she had underneath the article of clothing.
Beast Boy licked his lips a little, eyes focused intently on the New Zealand heroine's moist, pale womanhood. Argent's eyes brightened at this reaction, seeing how longingly the horny shapeshifter was eyeing her.
"Yeah..." he said slowly, a little absently. His mind was obviously a touch preoccupied at the moment.
"Well, then!" chirped Argent cheekily. "'Ave sum more, why don't ye?"
Casually manifesting a series of energy clothespins, she proceeded to then undo the lace ties that on the back and sides of her blouse, letting the article of clothing fall from her frame with and further consideration. Her modest breasts hung freely now, and her dark nipples were stiff, erect in obvious arousal.
Her smirk widened a little, and her eyes twinkled as she saw Gar's twin forest green orbs flit up to her now naked upper body. His cheeks darkened a tiny bit further, and his member twitched a little, clearly finding the sight agreeable to its tastes.
"Whoa," he mumbled softly. "You're almost as pale as Raven is..." he said without thinking, For a moment, a second after he said this, his eyes widened, and he looked agitated, perhaps fearing that he had said the wrong thing.
But Argent simply laughed.
"Well, I'd be 'appy to let ye tan me hide a tad," she replied cheerfully in a lilting tone, her eyes flicking over to the riding crop in Beast Boy's hand, and then to the welt on his chest, before once more meeting his gaze. She thrust her modest, shapely chest forward a little, making her meaning quite apparent.
The changeling hero spluttered a little at this, caught somewhere between disbelief and embarrassment as he tried in vain to process what he had just heard.
"I... what?" he said intelligently, cheeks bright maroon. "That... I don't..."
Argent snickered a little, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, come now," she said. "Did ye really think Kitten's the only one who gets off on that sort of thing? Or..." Crimson pools gleamed with mischief, and she conjured a whip of energy. "...Maybe ye prefer to be the one takin' the lash?" she proposed.
Beast Boy's eyes widened, and he yelped, covering the welt on his chest with a blush.
"N-no!" he said. "That's okay!" he insisted. "I was just... a little unclear, is all."
Argent chortled.
"I want ye to tan me hide up nice and ruddy with that ridin' crop," she drawled. "Lash me up and down all over, right good and 'ard." She licked her lips, and her eyes twinkled. "That clear enough for ye, luv?"
Beast Boy gulped a little, flushing just a tiny bit deeper. But he nodded his head.
"Crystal," he said.
Then he gripped the crop in his hand, and stood up. Argent, smiling, silently gestured for him to proceed, quietly exhorting him onward, gladly presenting her body to him.
Beast Boy moved behind her, and he flipped up her skirt. His hand came down, and the heroine let out a cry, arching her back. Already a small, bright, splotchy red mark was starting to form on her right buttock.
He eyed the mark with a strange interest, and he took in also how she reacted to the stroke. She was shivering, a little, squirming and squeaking as she peeked at him over her shoulder.
A soft, subtle smile curved her darkly painted lips. They were black, or a close enough shade of whatever color, and soft. They looked very soft. Beast Boy, for a moment, wondered how they would taste, if he put his mouth over them, devoured her lips with his. Briefly, he felt the urge to steal a kiss, just to see how it would feel, how it would taste, coming from Argent instead of Raven, or another.
He did not kiss her, though. Instead, he brought the riding crop down once more, this time striking the left cheek. Argent's eyes widened at the moment of contact, and her mouth opened into a small o. A moan escaped those tempting, enticing lips of hers, and her pale, slender frame shivered.
Beast Boy felt himself smirk, a rush of... something or other... going through his body. He didn't know what you would call it, precisely. That was not his department; he was no scientist. Not like his parents were.
Absently, he wondered if that would disappoint them. Certainly, they had been two brilliant people, whereas he...
Well.
That was not important. Certainly not at this juncture in time, at least.
BUT, getting back to his original point, he did know that, whatever was rushing through his body at the sight of Argent moaning and writhing under his attentions, it was without a doubt something that felt goddamn incredible. It was like a kind of natural high, his stomach feeling so light and tingly and his heart beating excitedly in his chest. And his dick felt practically as hard as iron, too.
"You like that?" he asked Argent, absently aware of how sharp and pointy his grin felt. "Does that... uh..." he paused for a moment, trying to think of something clever and demeaning to say to the attractive heroine, who was apparently a closet masochist. "...make you... um... horny...?"
Truly, he was a master of wit.
But, fortunately for him, Argent was more than able to pick up the slack, in terms of dirty talk.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned, her voice loud and enthusiastic. "I love bein' used like that! I'm a slut! I'm a shameless, filthy slut!" She cupped her breasts in her hands, squeezing peaked nipples between slim, dexterous fingers.
"Er... Yes, you are," said Beast Boy awkwardly, casting around desperately in his mind for something to draw upon. "You're a... um, very bad girl, and you... uh... need to be punished."
Not his best work, perhaps, but he at least had the presence of mind to lean in a little as he spoke these last words. Well, more whispered than spoke, which was probably the only thing that kept it from falling completely flat, but nonetheless Argent still reciprocated with considerable aptitude and enthusiasm.
"Go on, luv!" she cried. "Teach this silly little whore 'o's the boss 'round 'ere! Tan me naughty arse 'til I can't sit for a month!" she implored him, panting and sweaty just from imagining all of the things she wanted him to do to her, and all the things she wanted to do to him.
"Okay, then," said Beast Boy, starting to get a little into the swing of it. "You asked for it."
He swung the crop across her ass, the soft and creamy skin leaping at this sudden, sharp contact. Argent arched her back with a loud moan, gasping for air as he pushed her ever closer to the brink.
"Ohhh!" she wailed, squirming and squealing in masochistic delight as he dealt yet another stroke to her posterior, intersecting the previous one. "Yesssss!" She was playing quite roughly now with her breasts, and a dildo of red energy was probing her womanly entrance. She was begging even harder now, even as she used her powers to fill up her pussy with a solid-phase energy replica of Beast Boy's cock. "Give it to me! Give this dirty slut what she deserves!"
Beast Boy enthusiastically gave Argent another lash with the riding crop, this time across the shoulder blade. She moaned, voicing yet more dirty talk, all of which effectively amounted to praising him and debasing herself. Beast Boy gave her a few more smacks here and there, slapping her posterior with the palm of his hand, lashing her a couple more times up and down her back, and across her ass.
Gar was enjoying this more than he would have expected, getting off just from lashing Argent, and insulting her. His dirty talk could still use work, of course, but he was getting the hang of it. There was something to enjoy, in this sort of role play, something he would not have expected going into this. It was thrilling, in a way he couldn't to describe. It made him feel empowered, for once, like he was really the one in control.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like that.
Still, though, as much as Beast Boy was lost just in the feeling of dominating one of his comrades, he yet had enough sense remaining in his head to pay attention to how his partner was reacting. All else aside, the changeling could read people very well when he made the effort, and he was, right now. He could tell, without even really thinking about it, his senses heightened by this state of arousal, when the pain started to get too much for Argent.
He could see the tensing in her muscles, the unconscious dread in her body language as she reached the threshold of what she was able to endure with pleasure. He had been careful not to do anything that would cause real injury (and knowing what a body could endure was very important in their line of work, because superheroes could not afford to go leaving dead bodies in their wake every time they went head to head with bad guys) but this kind of thing could still add up, if you weren't careful.
So the moment it looked like Argent had gotten too close to the pain threshold, he stopped. He let up, to keep from actually hurting her, and set the riding crop down.
"You alright?" he asked the heroine, whose eyes held a hint of gratitude in them when he put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I hope I didn't get out of control, there..."
"No, I'm fine, luv," she said, turning around to smile at him. It was a warm one,soft, even with as aroused as they both were. "Probably could've gone a bit further, to be honest," she added with a slightly cheeky lilt to her voice, "but I reckon it's better that ye know how to stop."
She then gave a bit of a sheepish chuckle, averting her eyes briefly down and to the side as she murmured, "'Specially since I kinda forgot to set up a safe-word..."
But then she met his gaze again, and her smile became decidedly sultry.
"...And I think I know just what I need to take the edge off," she added, crimson eyes twinkling as she took a step forward to embrace Beast Boy. She pulled him into her arms, pressed his body tightly against hers.
Then she kissed him.
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