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Titan's trials of pleasure and pain	By : FuBar Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het- Male/Female > Beast Boy/Raven Views: 8444 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Titan’s trials of pleasure and pain.
Chapter 1: ‘The Beast Within’
The events here take place after the real episode ‘The Beast Within’. I don’t own the show and get no financial gain from this fanfic.
Chapter 1: Pleasure.
On the rocky shore of the Titan’s island, Beast-Boy sits alone throwing the occasional rock into the calm water. Each time the ripples smoothed out, Beast-Boy’s sullen-faced reflection gazed mournfully back at him as he contemplated what had happened to him and Adonis that day, and the dark presence he had discovered within himself because of it.
As the next set of ripples diminished, however, a purple blur behind him resolved into Raven’s features; Beast-Boy shuddered inwardly at Raven’s creepy knack of sneaking up on someone in a fraction of a second, but quickly covered this reaction as he turned to look up at her.

Raven sat down next to Beast-Boy, removing the purple hood of her cloak as she did so. “It wasn’t your fault, you know.” She said. “Robin’s given you the antidote to that toxic waste, so you should be back to your old annoying self in no time.” Her voice was flat, as usual, but she did curl the edges of her mouth up slightly as she looked at him to show the remark was not a serious rebuke this time.

“The ooze might be what set it free, but that beast was lurking inside me the whole time… I can still feel it, Raven - Deep inside, just waiting for another chance to emerge. I’m scared of what it might do next time, who it might harm…” Beast-Boy replied seriously, venting his thoughts.

Raven touched his shoulder with her right hand. “No-one was killed, and I’ve made a full recovery. Your ‘beast’ saved me from Adonis’ alter ego, so I wouldn’t be too quick to judge it as evil. In fact, if anything it proves just how pure-of-heart you are beneath your usual façade of nonchalance and constant attempt to turn everything into some kind of bad joke.”

Beast-Boy looked confused, trying to work out what Raven was telling him. He threw another rock into the water to buy time. “Maybe… But I’m still freaked-out about it. I mean; I can’t control it, nor remember what I do when I turn into it, so it might do something really terrible…” He turned his head to face her again, guilt and worry in his features.

Raven looked back at him with a new respect evident on her face. “I like this new, honest, side of you, Beast-Boy; it is a welcome change. Perhaps this experience has made you a little more mature…”

Suddenly Beast-Boy’s mischievous smile reappeared. “You think I’m more ‘mature’? Maybe I should change my name… How about ‘Beast-Man’?”

Raven blanched. “We were having a ‘moment’. Don’t spoil it now.”

“What about ‘Beast-Dude’?” came his automatic response.

Raven shook her head slowly and started to get up, but Beast-Boy’s hand sprang to her shoulder to stop her. “Wait… I’m sorry Raven, I just couldn’t help myself – It’s how I deal with things and it’s automatic most of the time. It’s true that sometimes I wish you’d lighten-up and enjoy life’s shallow pleasures once in a while, but somehow I’ve really enjoyed having this serious conversation with you. What is this strange new emotion I’m feeling?”

Raven chuckled and flashed a rare grin. “Enlightenment?” she guessed.

Beast-Boy beamed a broad grin with his eyes closed, and they both laughed quietly together. After a few seconds, Beast-Boy’s eyes snapped open in surprise as he found Raven’s arm around his shoulders: She was hugging him! – Sensing an opportunity, he placed his own left hand around her waist to return the hug. Silence fell and hung in the air for a few seconds as they regarded each other, then they broke apart, embarrassed.

“Um…” Beast-Boy stalled, putting his hand behind his head.

A second or so later, Raven recovered and spoke. “You wanna… do that again?” She asked, timidly.

“I sure do,” he said, approaching her and extending his arm again.

They hugged each other for what seemed like several minutes, sat next to each other on that rocky shore, then Raven did something even more unexpected: She kissed him. It was only a peck on the cheek, but it was enough to make them both blush.
Another few minutes were spent with their arms around each other’s backs, throwing the occasional stones into the water. Raven threw hers with her dark-powers, but Beast-Boy had to rely on his free hand.
Beast-Boy wasn’t used to being serious, so didn’t say much, but he did manage to maintain a serious silence rather than trying to break it with something humorous.
Raven was content with this silence, as she knew Beast-Boy was trying. Then she noticed he had started shivering, so she picked up the right side of her cloak and wrapped it around him to keep him warm. She had to adjust her seating to release enough cloak to go around him, but deliberately moved closer to him at the same time.
Beast-Boy wasn’t blind, and noticed immediately that she was closer to him. He ventured his right hand over onto her exposed right knee, placing it slowly and delicately onto her fair, tan-less, skin.
He looked directly into her eyes as soon as his hand met her knee, to judge her reaction. She leant toward him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes and leant in to return the kiss, feeling a sudden rush of soft wind as their lips met for the second time.

When he re-opened his eyes after the kiss, he was momentarily disorientated. Where had the rocks gone? Where was the sound of water lapping the shore, or distant city sounds? He found himself sitting not on rocks, but on something soft and springy, in total darkness. Yet he was not alone… “Raven? Where are we?” He asked, guessing his companion hadn’t changed.
Raven smiled imperceptibly in the near-total darkness. “I have ‘moved’ us to my room. We are sitting on my bed.” She paused, then guessed his next question, and answered before he could ask. “It was getting cold outside and you were shivering. I didn’t want to disturb anyone or disrupt our… um… you know.”
“We’re in your room? But – I thought I wasn’t allowed in your room!?” he replied in a slightly panicked but mostly confused tone.
“You’re not. But for this I’m making an exception.” She purred.

Raven illuminated her eyes as she spoke, so Beast-Boy would know where to look. Being a ‘creature of the night’ herself, Raven could see everything anyway. She placed her left hand on top of the hand on her knee Beast-Boy had placed there moments ago, and caressed it tenderly as she enjoyed the texture of his green fingers where they were.

Beast-Boy was torn between emotions: both freaked-out by the change in Raven’s attitude toward him, and turned-on by it. He couldn’t see anything in the darkness of her room other than the white glow of her eyes watching him. He knew if he needed to see, he could transform into a bat or something similar and have a clear picture of the room… But he didn’t want to ruin this moment with Raven, in her room, on her bed, with her permission! – Such a moment, if ruined, might never happen again… And he badly wanted to find out how far it might go.

He felt her hand touch his, and flinched slightly, suddenly fearing rebuke. But instead she was caressing it as though she enjoyed its presence. Testing this theory, he gave her knee a gentle squeeze and, unable to see either hand or knee, watched her glowing eyes for reaction.
Deprived of sight save for her glowing eyes, Beast-Boy’s other senses were somewhat heightened – at least, he noticed their input more than usual. If he could see properly he might not have noticed Raven’s disguised intake of breath as he squeezed her knee, but he did notice it and, along with the slight narrowing of her eyes, deduced she was enjoying it.
He got more daring and stroked a few inches further up the top of her leg while a longing grin slowly sneaked onto his face that for some reason he didn’t think she could see.

Raven did see it though, and responded with a smile of her own – though he could not see hers. She brought her right hand up from his shoulder to his messy green hair and caressed his scalp similar to what he was doing to her leg. As he had squeezed it, warm sparks of energy seemed to wash up her body from the point of contact to the top of her head, causing a gasp she tried to hide from him. When his hand moved those few inches further up, she started getting warm from the inside – he was sure to notice.

Of course he noticed! – Deprived of all but glowing eyes in his sight, how could he not notice Raven’s skin getting warmer under his fingers? Something like a faint purr escaped him without his permission and he soon silenced it, but too late to prevent her noticing.

Recognizing the humour in both of them trying to hide emotional outbursts from each-other, Raven let loose a soft giggle, then she pushed his chest backward with her left hand so he lay flat on her bed with his legs dangling off the side. She leant over him and kissed his neck, deliberately mimicking a vampire, but not using her teeth, as her left hand strayed down his body from the place on his chest she had just pushed, all the way down to the hot throbbing bulge below his belt. She caressed this through the thin material of his costume, giving it a squeeze every now and then that caused him to ‘meep’ softly with pleasure each time.

Beast-Boy could hardly believe what he and Raven were doing! All thoughts of Adonis and his inner-beast vanished as he gave her his full attention. Almost before he knew it, his hands instinctively went to work: His left hand caressed her back and pulled her toward him, while his right hand slid under her cloak to squeeze her left buttock through the rest of her costume. With Raven kissing his neck, he couldn’t reach much of her to kiss back… But if he stretched his head forward, he could just reach her right ear, so he kissed and nibbled lovingly on her earlobe whenever he wasn’t ‘meep’ing.

Raven’s right hand resumed its massage of Beast-Boy’s scalp while her left was busy with his bulge. She used her magic to remove his belt and place it silently on her dresser, and then she levitated him to make it easy to remove his pants. Once freed from its fabric prison, his impressive manhood stood to attention and eagerly awaited the return of her left hand.
She obliged by first caressing his balls, then giving him a slow yet firm hand-job.

As Raven started to kiss progressively down his body, Beast-Boy started to regain some of his senses. His right hand could no-longer reach her buttock, so for now he placed it behind his head. With his left hand he started to play with Raven’s silky hair and caress the back of her head.

Unseen and unreached by his hand, Beast-Boy was totally unaware that Raven was now using her magic to remove her costume-top while retaining her purple cloak. Her hidden right hand started to play with her breasts as her lips finally reached for the head of his cock.

Beast-Boy’s legs quivered uncontrollably as Raven slowly started taking his cock into her mouth. He squeaked slightly upon entry into her warm, wet mouth, slightly wary at the touch of her teeth though she did not bite.
With some effort, he managed to utter her name in a horse, near-silent whisper “Raven?”

There was a slight inflection to Beast-Boy’s utterance that might be a question, but with her mouth currently ‘occupied’ the only response Raven could offer was “Mmm?”

Beast-Boy tried again “Can I… See you?” he managed to request, still barely more audible than the silence around them.
This time he could feel the smile trying to form on her lips as they surrounded ‘him’.

At the other end of the room came the sound of a draw opening and closing, shortly followed by a match striking and lighting the three candles of one of Raven’s candelabras.
As the lit candelabra floated toward them, carried by Raven’s magic, Beast-Boy could see more and more of his surroundings.
Raven was cloaked but unhooded, the glow from her eyes fading as she glanced at him, since he could now see them without need for the glow. Her eyes smiled at him as the candelabra landed on her bedside cabinet, renting its flickering light on the situation for Beast-Boy to behold.
Beast-Boy mouthed a silent thankyou that Raven’s eyes acknowledged with his dick still in her mouth. Her eyes darted to her discarded costume-top briefly, before closing as she turned her attention back to her ‘task’.

Beast-boy wondered what she had been looking at and, straining his eyes, could just about make out the shape of raven’s mostly black costume-top nearby silhouetted by the flickering candlelight.
At the thought of Raven being topless beneath her purple cloak, Beast-Boy reached orgasm and came in her mouth.

Raven gagged slightly as Beast-Boy filled her mouth with his seed and nearly caused her to inhale some. She instinctively swallowed to remove the blockage, though she had intended to spit rather than swallow.
It wasn’t exactly ‘tasty’ to her, but she could somehow choose to enjoy the sensation of his hot love-juice going down her oesophagus, ‘almost like that liquid medicine designed to alleviate a sore throat…’ she thought, absent-mindedly, as she sucked him dry.

Beast-Boy was almost cross-eyed in his bliss, and Raven was still attending his over-sensitive post-orgasm manhood. He wasn’t sure how to react to her swallowing rather than spitting… All he could offer was a breathless “Wow…” to express how good she had made him feel.

As Beast-Boy’s dick slowly deflated, Raven finally stood up. She arched her back in a stretch because she’d been hunched over for so long. As she arched backward, her cloak spread to reveal her bare midriff and the valley of her cleavage to Beast-Boy’s hungry eyes. The protrusion of her breasts prevented her cloak revealing them in this fashion, but Beast-Boy now knew for certain that she was no-longer wearing a top beneath that daunting purple cloak of hers. His half-deflated dick stirred slightly at the thought of what treasures she hid in her cloak, and he beckoned her within reach of him as he sat back up on the edge of her bed.

Raven approached him slowly, alluringly, seductively, floating across the floor rather than walking, causing the hem of her cloak to billow slightly. He reached both hands to her midriff and placed them around her bare, tan-less waist and moving them delicately upward to the ribs under her elbows, then forward slowly and teasingly onto her breasts. As he stroked her skin toward her nipples, both her eyes and his flickered with the wondrous sensation.
With an upward movement of his wrists and elbows, though keeping his hands quite still, Beast-Boy spread her cloak to the outside of her breasts, then opened his eyes to behold their glory. Cupped in his hands were the two perfect hemispheres of pleasure he’d secretly been dying to see since he first laid eyes on Raven – And now he even got to feel them too! The utter aesthetic pleasure was clear in his face as he hungrily examined every millimetre of her perfect breasts, both with his eyes and his fingers.

Not knowing what colour he had expected, he was delighted to discover that Raven’s nipples were somewhere between violet and black, causing him to wonder, childishly, if they might taste of black-current… His head moved forward and his mouth latched onto one nipple while a hand caressed the other. Raven moaned with the sensation, and Beast-Boy not only heard the moan, but also felt it reverberate through her breasts.
As for whether her nipples tasted of black-current or not, Beast-Boy no longer cared. It was more the delicate sensation of her nipple being in his mouth than the taste he cared for now. His tongue made short work of exciting her nipple, and he switched sides to the other one so it wouldn’t get jealous of his attentions, while his other hand kept the first excited.

Beast-Boy couldn’t get enough of contact with Raven’s breasts, but it dawned on him that she might start getting bored if he continued the same thing too long, so he let his hands trail down her body, past her midriff, to get to work removing her belt. Once that was laid to one side, he pulled away from her breast with a sound reminiscent to a sink-plunger, and gazed intently at the place between his hands as he gripped both sides of her costume-bottoms and slowly slid them down her thighs, revealing a dark V-shaped tuft of hair in her nether-regions, trimmed immaculately to prevent any showing out the sides of her high-cut costume-bottoms when they were on missions.

Raven stood still and let Beast-Boy explore her body to his heart’s content, monitoring his facial expressions as he explored what no man had ever even glimpsed before. She felt warm sparks of electric energy course through her body at his every touch, reminding her of a girlfriend she’d had long ago in Azarath, yet somehow better.
Raven did not consider herself a virgin, as she had had at least one female partner in her life (Though she refused to tell even this humble author how many!) and she had a few sex-toys hidden in her room where none but her could retrieve them.

While Raven was contemplating a girlfriend from long ago, Beast-Boy surprised her when he hugged her around her hips. His right shoulder nestled in her pubic hair and the right side of his green neck made contact round the front of her right hip where her costume-bottoms usually sat. His arms were around her arse, crossing each other and resting on the backs of each opposite thigh where they reached.

She let him gently turn her around to his right, where he laid her on her own bed with her legs dangling off the edge, in much the same way he had been earlier. She sensed he intended to return the favour…

With her cloak caught under her, Raven’s gorgeous and otherwise naked body lay prone before Beast-Boy. He sank to kneel on the floor, turning to face her. His hands drifted sensually down the outsides of each of her thighs and came to rest on her knees.
With a lustful grin wider than his face seemed capable of, he slowly spread her legs and gazed at her glory.

Raven moaned with expectation and noticed she’d already started getting wet down below. She gazed up at Beast-Boy and noticed he still had his costume-top on. “Take your top off, Beast-Boy,” she requested lazily.

Beast-Boy glanced up mischievously into the face of his new lover, then raised his hands like a toddler might, challenging Raven’s lazy request. She sighed and used her magic to remove his top and put it with the rest of his clothes.
With a smirk, Beast-Boy returned to the task at hand – or ‘hands’. He placed each of his hands behind Raven’s corresponding knee and made a deliberately feeble attempt to pull her toward him. She levitated her upper-body slightly so she could be repositioned easily, and he pulled her toward him so her arse only just had purchase on the edge of her bed. When he released her, she used her magic to pull her cloak straight beneath her then settled her normal weight back onto the bed.
Beast-Boy placed his hands on her inner thighs, one on each, and massaged them as he leaned toward her exposed womanhood. In the faint, flickering light from the candelabra, the closer he got to something the better he could see it. Her petite innie-style folds of labia were too dark in the dim light to determine any colour other than black, but Beast-Boy wasn’t concerned with colours right now.
He stroked the three main fingers of his right hand delicately down her middle from her pubes to back of her perineum, index and ring fingers tracing the line of the tops of her inner thighs while the middle trailed lightly down the valley of her vulva. After a single pass, his right hand returned to its place on her inner left thigh and his tongue extended to take its place. He explored every crevice of her vulva (but not her anus) with his tongue for what felt like several minutes to both of them, finally concentrating on her clitoris in the final throes of her magically-silenced orgasm, then lapping up her juices almost exactly like a dog would, but without transforming first.

Raven couldn’t believe how good Beast-Boy’s morph-able tongue felt as he brought her to orgasm. She magically silenced this, so-as not to attract unwanted attention from the other Teen-Titans. – She knew Cyborg’s technologically enhanced hearing could hear many things the others could not, but had had practise silencing herself with magic whenever she got the urge to play with her ‘toys’, usually timing it for when he was playing video games with Beast-Boy just to be sure.

“Shall we go for the ‘main-course’, Beast-Boy?” she muttered almost under her breath, as he stood up to stretch out his knees and she noticed his full erection had returned.

“Really?” he squeaked, utter incredulous disbelief on his face. She nodded and he approached her entrance, lining himself up to enter her, but stopped just short of contact. “Are you absolutely sure about this, Raven?” he asked very seriously, “There’s no backing out if you say ‘Yes’ this time.”

She understood he was asking for a legally binding consent to act that he would never proceed without, and silently appreciated it a lot.
“Yes, Beast-Boy. Make love to me! – Don’t make me kill you for waiting any longer!!!” she growled with lustful menace.

Beast-Boy had all the clearance he needed, and drove his full length slowly into her. She was already lubricated from the previous activity, but she was gloriously tight around his throbbing manhood, and her silky black folds just managed to enveloped him fully without causing her much pain.
They both wore smiles seemingly much wider than their faces as they enjoyed the sensation of their primary full penetration for a few seconds, then Beast-Boy pulled out and did it again. After that they settled into a rhythm of thrusting that suited them both and kept at it for at least two minutes before changing position. Beast-Boy placed his hands on Raven’s hips and attempted to lift her. She assisted with her magic, and he lifted her up to a hugging position. Raven wrapped her legs and arms around him and bounced up and down on his hard-on until it started hurting him, then he turned to face away from the bed and she unwrapped her legs to let him lay down on his back on her bed where she could ride him.

As crime-fighters, they both had high levels of endurance, but Beast-Boy still enjoyed the chance to relax and let Raven do the work for a while.
She rode him hard for several minutes, Beast-Boy playing with her breasts half the time, but eventually she started getting hot and fatigued. She realized she was still wearing her cloak, and briefly put up the hood for Beast-Boy’s aesthetic pleasure before removing it completely and magically setting it down in her laundry basket, as it had gotten quite messy, let alone sweaty, during the events that had transpired since they’d warped into her room, and she had plenty of spares.

A few orgasms later, Raven magically rearranged them into doggy-style, but shot Beast-Boy a glare that could cut diamond, which clearly stated she was forbidding him from taking the position literally.
Beast-Boy understood, yet whispered, “Maybe next time?” to the back of her head that she chose NOT to openly react to.
Raven leant on her folded forearms, bent over her bed, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of Beast-Boy’s hard cock repeatedly penetrating her from the rear, when she noticed his legs starting to wobble.
“Beast-Boy?” she asked vaguely, but decided not to expand the question.
“I’m… Gonna… Cum!!” Beast-Boy panted.
Raven had a plan in mind for this. “It’s ok BB, go ahead. I’ll catch it with my magic, so I won’t get pregnant.
With a final shudder, Beast-Boy exploded within Raven’s vagina with a half-purr/half-growl of pure animal pleasure mixed with intellectual content at knowing everything was going to be okay.
Just as she promised, Raven caught the ejaculate with her magic and disposed of it into another dimension.

When they finally broke apart, Raven cleaned Beast-Boy’s dick with her tongue and sucked him dry again, then they naked-hugged on her bed for a while as they caught their breaths and reminisced over tonight’s events.
At one point, Beast-Boy noted: “Hey, you know… I’m not sure, but I think that’s the only time I’ve heard you call me ‘BB’.”
They both smiled and laughed at how ridiculous his observation sounded, whether right or wrong, then Beast-Boy got dressed and left Raven’s room for his own, giving her a last French-kiss goodnight before letting her sleep.

“Beast-Boy?” He stopped dead-still and slowly turned to face the speaker. “What were you doing in Raven’s room?”………………

<< -- TO BE CONTINUED. -- >>

A/N: Somehow this fic got corrupted/deleted from AFF - All I found when I clicked into it as a reader was the first word 'Titan' and that was all! No idea how or when that happened, so I'm re-uploading the full chapter(s) now.
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