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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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It was sweet. It was warm. It had a distinctly fruity flavor.
Argent's lips tasted like raspberry. Her fingertips felt like the touch of silken feathers as they danced across his back. Her tongue was warm against his, and her bosom mashed into his chest.
It was a very nice kiss, even going from Beast Boy's limited experience. It felt great, and Argent certainly did not hold back in letting him know the extent of her appreciation for his body. It was very nice. Nothing intense, but he wasn't really looking for intensity at the moment.
The kiss was deep, perhaps, but it was slow, languid, relaxed. Argent was exploring his mouth, yes, and pressing herself against him, but it was done softly. She was savoring it, was really the best way he could put it. She was taking her time with the kiss, letting it sink in gradually as she touched and caressed him, pulling his body slowly into hers.
Beast Boy let himself sink into the kiss. He did so gladly, contentedly. It was a kind of bliss, just doing that much, that slowly. There was a longing, in what Argent was doing, but it was of a patient sort. She was not rushing things, right now. She was just kissing him, embracing him, and letting things gradually take their natural course from there.
Argent was patient, or so it would seem. She could take her time. She could wait.
Unfortunately, however, the others could not.
A black aura enveloped Argent's naked body, and her eyes widened infinitesimally. She felt a tug on her body, pulling her away from Beast Boy, and she had a pretty good idea where it was coming from.
"Gettin' jealous, Raven?" she remarked dryly, recovering quickly from her momentary surprise.
The half-demon empath, her eyes glowing white as she channeled her mystical powers to pull her superhero peer away from her crush, lightly scoffed. There a faint pinkish tinge to her ears, though.
"Of course not," she said, just a little more hotly than she intended. "But Nightwing is getting impatient."
Argent's eyes twinkled. "No need to be so defensive, sheila!" she laughed gaily. "We can all see the truth right clearly enough, aye?" she smirked at Raven, even as the girl magically dragged her through the air and over to where she was.
"Someone has to treat your injuries," the empath said dismissively, blatantly sidestepping the matter at hand. The Damnable Pink had spread by now from her ears to her cheeks. And she was still quite naked, too, so it was easy to see her peaked nipples and moist womanhood.
"Fair enough," replied Argent, but there was still a knowing smile on her face, and a merry gleam in her eyes.
The aura disappeared from Argent, then, depositing the pretty young heroine on the floor at Raven's feet. And the latter knelt down, and began channeling energy to the palms of her hands, which she laid on Argent's back as she began healing the bright red welts which stood out so starkly on the girl's pale alabaster skin.
Argent purred, smiling a vulpine smile as she felt Raven go to work.
"Mmm, my, but ye sure are good with yer 'ands, darlin'," she remarked, letting an exaggerated moan slip from her lips. "Very good. Ohhhh, it feels wonderful!"
Raven's blush deepened, and she tried not to focus too hard on how shapely Argent's rear was as she brought her hands slowly down the girl's back.
Meanwhile, Beast Boy was a tad preoccupied with some very skillful hands of his own.
...Er, not his OWN hands, that is. Rather, it was someone else's hands that were attending to his own body.
And Cheyenne Freemont was very good with her hands.
"Ah!" Beast Boy let out a yelp, feeling Nightwing pinch his lower head between her middle and index fingers. Her other hand was stroking up and down the considerable length of his penis, the innards of which clenched in an instant of exquisitely painful ecstasy as he came, shooting out a wad of his seed.
Light danced across his vision for a moment, a dazzling display of retinal fireworks, before his sight cleared. Beast Boy saw Nightwing smiling, smiling at him as he slimed her abdomen with a white, hot, sticky mess.
"That burns..." Nightwing purred, her smile turning devilish. "It's making me burn up inside..." Her eyes gleamed, and Beast Boy gulped nervously, feeling a faint shiver run up from the base of his spine. She licked her lips, eyeing him hungrily. "You'll have to take responsibility for this, Beast Boy. You'll just have to help me put it out."
She lowered a hand to her crotch, which was visibly wet through her thong. Beast Boy's eyes instinctively followed the movement, and he noticed that his lips suddenly felt most unconscionably dry. He found himself staring intently as Nightwing pressed her fingers against the front of her exceedingly scanty underwear, rubbing her womanhood through the thin fabric. She let out a soft moan, and her head lolled back a fraction of an inch.
Beast Boy's eyes bugged out for a second, and his cheeks were a deep ruddy hue. He was rather entranced by the sight of Nightwing teasing herself higher and higher. Half unconsciously, he made to take a step forward, raising his arms at either side to wrap around the young metahuman's frame. But his muscles froze in place, and Beast Boy recognized the familiar sensation of telekinesis gripping his body.
He almost let out a whimper, for a second, when he felt the invisible force push him back, and down. He was forced to the ground, onto his back in a spread eagle position. Ropes, moving seemingly of their own accord, like living serpents composed of twisted hemp fiber, tied themselves around his ankles and wrists. He was laid down on a cushion, the ropes binding him down, rendering him effectively immobile.
Nightwing smiled at Beast Boy, and she wiped his semen off of her smooth, flat belly. Seductively, seeing his eyes focused solely on her, she licked a bit of it off her fingers. "Mmm," she moaned, exaggerating her appreciation of the taste. It wasn't as overpowering as she had expected, and there were curious subtleties to the flavor – perhaps a result of his strictly vegetarian diet? – but she still had the feeling it was a bit of an acquired taste.
Well, that aside, she licked it up nonetheless, and gave Beast Boy a hungry grin. She had already stripped off the tattered remnants of her outfit, but now she pulled down her thong, and exposed her aching, burning, starving blossom.
She mounted Beast Boy, then. She straddled his waist, took his hardness in hand, and plunged it deep inside of her. She enveloped his manhood. He felt her tightness encasing him, and he let out a groan. It felt incredible, in a shameful sort of way.
Again, he was being dominated. This beautiful young woman was using him – she had him right where she wanted him, it would seem, perfectly helpless and at her mercy.
He was being objectified, taken advantage of. Nightwing was all but raping him, pumping herself up and down his hard, throbbing length. The ropes held his arms and legs fast, and he could not have reciprocated if he'd wanted to. He was completely at Nightwing's mercy, as she fucked him and used him.
So why was he so turned on?
"Ah!" he cried out, groaning piteously and Cheyenne's pussy engulfed him. "So tight...!"
Nightwing smirked at this, and she must have done soimething or other, because suddenly Beast Boy felt her womanhood clamp down hard, squeezing his shaft like and orange. He wasn't sure how she was doing this, like if she was simply flexing specific muscles, or using her telekinesis, or what, but he also could scarcely bring himself to care.
It just felt so incredible.
"You like that, don't you?" he vaguely heard the girl say, and he thought the others might have been hooting or cheering or something, but the sounds were muffled, distorted. It was sort of like his head was submerged in water, and the sound waves were being warped by the transition between mediums.
"Ungh..." he groaned incoherently, feeling his belly knotting up, his loins hot and throbbing. Then he gasped, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he came. His wit kissed Nightwing's womb, and she let out a moan as well.
Nightwing's lips curled upward at the corners, before parting to let her murmur the words, "So nice... but I'm not done. Not yet."
Beast Boy was still quite stiff within her, which was good as far as she was concerned. She had him inside of her, and he had sown his oats in her fertile soil, but she was not satisfied. Not yet. She still had more to do.
She still wasn't all the way there. She hadn't come yet. She hadn't attained release.
She needed to go further. Needed to go higher and deeper and faster and harder.
"More..." she moaned. "I need more... Give me more!" she cried, causing Gar to sweatdrop.
"Dude..." he muttered under his breath, "There's not much I can do for you when I'm all tied up..."
If Nightwing heard this, she did not dignify it with a response. Instead, she simply slammed her hips down upon his pelvis again, harder, much harder than before. She felt him bump up against her innermost place, the tip of his spear thrusting even into the core of her womanhood as she impaled herself upon him.
She cried out again, in delight, in ecstasy, feeling her nerve endings scream with the euphoria of sexual intercourse as she continued to grind and rock up and down on his bone. She was sweating and panting, skin flushing red and hot from equal parts pleasure and exertion as she fucked Beast Boy. She rode him like a wild bronco, took him into her like a mare in heat being mounted by a stallion put out to stud.
Except that she was the one on top, the one doing the mounting.
Nightwing smiled a little, thinking about this. She did so enjoy being the one in control. It made her feel alive like nothing else.
She bounced herself harder, up and down on Beast Boy's dick. She brought her hands up to her breasts, pinching peaked nipples and twisting, pulling and tweaking to send electric jolts of pleasure shooting up and down her spine. This, combined with the feeling of Garfield Logan's hardness inside of her, and the sensation of his shaft rubbing against her most sensitive places, pushed her at last over the the edge.
She came.
She screamed, "BEAST BOY! YES!" and "OH! GOD! I'M COMING!" with not a care in the world for whether or not anyone heard them. And BB, for his part, came again also, shooting another sample of his genetic material up into her womb.
Nightwing went limp, then, tired but satisfied, and she pulled herself off of Beast Boy, before finally letting him go. The ropes around his wrists and ankles untied themselves, and the verdant skinned changeling was free to move once more.
So he stood up, smiling shakily at Nightwing, who proceeded to curl up on the cushion he had just removed himself from. There was a contented smile on her face, and she appeared to quickly doze off.
"That's all of you girls, now..." remarked Beast Boy. "Maybe I'll finally be able to get a break..."
He sighed happily at the thought of this. Although Raven's spell might have made him not get tired, even after all of that sex, he was still feeling a little weary, and overstretched. He needed a break, spell or no, and maybe the girls would actually let him have one, now that they had... all...
"Hey, who's in there?" came a distinctly female, familiar voice from outside the room.
...oh.
Right.
Beast Boy could have smacked himself on the forehead. How could he have forgotten about all of those other girls? There were still so many others in the tower...
He was far from home free yet.
For a moment, Beast Boy glanced around at all the girls in the room. Raven, Starfire, Blackfire, Kitten, Argent, Nightwing... That was six girls.
He was a little astonished for a moment, at how large a number that would have seemed under other circumstances, specifically contrasted with how small it seemed in this situation. I mean, how many girls were there presently in the Titans Tower, total?
...Well, he didn't have an exact number, but Beast Boy had a strong feeling that it was a LOT more more than just six.
A helluva lot more.
He shook his head.
"You guys mind, um, distracting whoever's out there?" he whispered in the direction of Raven and Starfire and the others. "I need a nap, or a snack, orsomething, before I can do anymore... er... well, you know..."
He flushed, and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. Perversely, it would seem that even in spite of everything that had just transpired, Beast Boy simply didn't have the chutzpah necessary to say that kind of thing in front of all these girls. Not yet. It was, perhaps, the obstinence of social awkwardness, which lingered well past when it should have been dispelled, that made this so, leaving him stammering so anxiously even after experiencing such intimate relations with all of these young women.
Starfire, looking up from where she had been watching Raven tend to Argent (by now the welts were long-since healed, but neither of them seemed to care about that), smiled brightly at Beast Boy.
"Of course!" she said cheerfully, hopping up to her feet. "I shall inform them that you are the indisposed, and must be resting before you can do any more."
Beast Boy bit his lip softly at this.
"Uh, sure," he said. "Hopefully that'll work..."
Starfire beamed at him (metaphorically speaking).
"I do not see why it should not," she replied brightly, before strolling over to the door and cracking it open.
Beast Boy took this opportunity to change into a fly, and zip over to a nearby wall. Not that he didn't trust Starfire, but he had enough experience with the girl to know the truth of the axiom Better safe than sorry.
"Hello, friends!" Starfire chirped to the girls standing just outside the door. "It is delightful to see you, on this wonderful day!" She then proceeded to reach out and pull one of the girls into one of her patented bone-crushing hugs.
It was probably worth noting that the Tamaranian was as naked as the day she was born, when she did this, which resulted in a face-full of alien bosom for the poor, unfortunate soul.
"Ah! Hey... Star...fire...!" was the pained, struggled-through greeting this gesture elicited from her victi—er, friend. "Why... are you... naked...?"
(Beast Boy was a little surprised that Terra could still speak, with that much blindly affectionate force being applied to her rib cage)
"Oh, I and the others have been doing the korfka with friend Beast Boy!" was Star's innocently cheerful reply.
At that moment, there was a sound from outside the door, and suddenly Supergirl appeared.
"Beast Boy's here?" said the Kryptonian powerhouse of a babe, casting her gaze excitedly around the room. Her expression was one of sudden, wild delight, and it frightened Beast Boy more than a little. Because, hot or not, Supergirl could probably reduce him to a fine particulate without even particularly trying.
This wasn't something as simple as being intimidated by powerful women. It was outright fearing for his life. Star and Blackfire had felt like they could have crushed his junk with just a little more pressure from their cunts, but even the raw, brute strength of the Tamaranian race could not match the utterly terrifying strength possessed by those few remaining Kryptonians.
It was like the difference between Spinosaurus and Andrewsarchus. Both were big and scary, but the saurian Spino simply dwarfed the mammalian Andrewsarchus.
And Beast Boy was not in the mood to discover by how much.
"Ah!" said Starfire, letting go of Terra in her surprise. "Yes, he is. But he is tired, and he must rest."
Supergirl scowled, and Terra looked put out by this. Then Arrowette stepped into the room after them, and she was frowning also, likely having heard what Star'd said. But they did not seem intransigent, entirely, or rebellious.
Beast Boy let out a sigh of relief, seeing this, and stealthily he buzzed down to Raven's bed, flitting under the girl's covers before shifting back into his human form.
"We'll never get a piece of him, at this rate..." he heard Arrowette mutter.
"Eh, don't be so impatient," replied Kara Zor-El, who in another universe might be known as Power Girl. "Or don't you remember? Cyborg said this was supposed to last for at least two weeks. That's plenty of time."
Beast Boy's eyes bugged out when he heard this, and it was all he could do not to whimper.
Two weeks?
He was going to die. He was so going to die.
From sheer exhaustion, if nothing else.
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