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Quiet Girls and Still Waters	By : AnansiScribe Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 8072 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Quiet Girls and Still Waters”
Disclaimer: Teen Titans is part of the shared universe inhabited by the characters of most titles published by DC Comics’ main line and thus belongs to DC Comics and Time Warner. Besides, you think DC’s crazy enough to license someone to make erotica about their characters?
Author’s note: Here you go, the world’s very first Miss Martian (M’gann “Megan” M’orzz) autoerotic smutfic. I warn you, this will not be like most self-pleasure fics because Megan is not the typical girl. She’s a shape-shifter and a telepath, so imagine the kind of stuff she can do to enhance her fantasies. After this is over, you’ll have a better idea of what she can do in bed (probably, as canon will most likely never allow it to actually be mentioned). Anyway, sit back, grab some lotion and tissues, hope you can type with one hand, and enjoy.
M’gann M’orzz, known affectionately as Megan and formally as Miss Martian, stood in front of the full-length mirror in her Titans Tower bedroom. This in and of itself wasn’t so unusual, but what was unusual were two things. One was that she was naked, exposing a lissome body colored green with darker green nipples and paler green labia with a tuft of red hair above her sex. The other was that she was experimenting with the quasi-polymorphic abilities that were her unique birthright as a Martian, albeit a White Martian who disguised herself as a Green Martian to avoid the distrust from Earth’s heroes that would result if they knew her real origin.
Megan stretched her body, lengthening it until she was of a stature comparable to that of an Amazon. Simultaneously, she enhanced the fullness of her feminine curves. When she was done, she was roughly six feet tall with full breasts, broad hips, a round derriere (which she could see for herself when she turned around), and long, muscularly defined legs with slightly large thighs to support the width of her hips. The tuft of red hair above her sex was a small but lush forest and the red hair on her head had grown long, voluminous, and curly, while the girlish charm of her facial features had crystallized into more sensually womanly features.
Now that she thought about it, she looked a lot like a green-skinned doppelganger of Koriand’r, the fierce, noble, and spirited warrior princess who had been part of Robin’s predecessor’s Titans and had mentored Robin himself at the beginning of his time as a Titan. She smiled upon the thought of Kory, who had briefly conversed with her on the unique joys and trials of living among alien peoples. The conversation had heartened Megan; after all, if Kory could find a way to live among humans in a way that respected them and honored her heritage, so could she.
Megan posed coquettishly sexily for the mirror, cocking her hip to the side in an alluring manner. She practiced a sexy walk for the mirror, sensually sashaying as she moved toward the mirror. She pouted her lips in full view of the mirror, subsequently looking into her reflection while concentrating on lustful thoughts. She was surprised to see how “naughty” she looked. She stretched in front of the mirror, not shape-shifting this time but simply stretching her muscles in such a way that their definition and her feminine curves were emphasized.
Megan then repositioned the mirror so that it was horizontal instead of vertical and lay on the bed. When lying on the bed, she shifted herself into various erotic poses she had seen in this planet’s popular media. Some of the poses involved her lying on her side, others involved her lying on her back, and a number involved her lying on her front with the pillow as support for her heavy breasts. The common element of all the poses was the sultrily coquettish look in her eyes and quirk of her lips.
She got off the bed and returned the mirror to its original upright position. She decided to try something . . . a variation of her usual uniform. With an application of her will, she formed an extra layer of skin that she shaped into a red X-shaped BDSM-style harness with a white bustier being the only thing keeping her from complete exposure. She created another extra layer of skin, shaping it into a pair of very skimpy black leather shorts. She formed more extra layers of skin around her feet and most of her legs, shaping those layers into thigh-high black leather boots.
Megan struck a pose. Would anyone recognize her if she went out like this? Probably not; they’d just assume she was some lusty “cosplayer” and the green skin could be explained away as some kind of odd skin dye. In fact, she’d probably get a lot of propositions of the sexual variety, something that made her simultaneously blush and moisten in her lower regions. All right, all right, she’d already been getting moderately moist and now she was probably going to drip.
Would Robin look twice if he saw me like this? she wondered. Or thrice? Or more?
She imagined Robin’s unmasked eyes – a beautiful, heartbreaking blue – burning with desirous flame as they looked at her, scanning her with a thoroughness and precision that pretended to be clinical but hid deeper passions. She imagined exposing herself to him, allowing him to see her in all her glory. She fell back on the bed, withdrawing the false clothing into her skin and revealing her true nudity. She gently lifted one of her breasts, tilting her head – and with her morphing ability, her neck was highly flexible – to suck a dark green nipple into her mouth. She let out a muffled moan from the sensation of the caress of her tongue and the suction of her mouth on her breast, while a free hand began to drift toward her womanly core.
As she sucked her own breast and penetrated herself with her fingers, she imagined that the mouth on her breast was Kory’s, or Robin’s, or . . . Ravager’s. She imagined that the mouth on her breast was Kory’s and the fingers playing in her sex belonged to Robin and then to Ravager. Then she imagined that it was Robin’s mouth on her breast and Ravager’s or Kory’s fingers inside her. Her next fantasy image was that the mouth on her breast and the fingers inside her both belonged to Kory, Robin, or Ravager.
She bucked against her fingers, her moans thankfully muffled by her breast in her mouth. She felt herself about to climax, and she wondered idly what would happen if she hyper-stimulated the milk glands in her breasts to make herself lactate. Deciding to try it, she was taken aback by the warm stream of milk that soon poured into her mouth. She imagined nursing Kory . . . or Robin . . . or Ravager. She imagined them suckling her, drawing nourishment from her body . . . the thought made her climax, silently crying out the name of whichever fantasy lover was on her mind at that particular moment.
When she came down from her climax, she pulled her mouth off her breast and reverted her neck to its normal position and elasticity. She looked at her breast, wet with saliva and leftover milk, and her fingers, wet with her orgasmic juices. She lifted her hand up to her lips and sucked her fingers into her mouth slowly, savoring the taste of her uniquely flavored fluids. Of course, she really had nothing to compare it to, having never performed oral sex on another female of comparable age before.
Megan decided to try something new. She flexed her neck again, tilting her head impossibly to meet the untouched breast that she was lifting toward her mouth. Like with the other breast, warm milk streamed into her mouth as she sucked. While she was doing this, she slid her fingers inside her sex again, only this time she fused and expanded all of those fingers into a thick phallic shape, pushing it deeply inside her. As the phallus – just as warm as a real penis – widened inside her, she simultaneously expanded her inner walls to match it.
She bucked her hips against her altered extremity as she sucked her breast, her moans muffled by her suckling. This time, she imagined it was Robin sucking her breast while thrusting into her. She silently – without the use of telepathic broadcasting – called Robin’s name as she pleasured herself, fantasizing that it was his mouth on her breast and his member inside her.
Midway into her autoeroticism, she pulled her mouth off her breast, the nipple leaking some milk. She returned her neck to its normal position and elasticity and rolled over, positioning herself as though straddling an invisible lover. She rocked on her phallus-shaped extremity, biting her lip to stifle her moans. Sound still came from her mouth, but as low mewls and whimpers.
Her passions rising even higher, she bent double, altering the angle of her phallic extremity’s thrusts in a manner that suggested her invisible lover was thrusting into her from behind. Megan pushed her hips back against the invading phallus, feeling it penetrate her more deeply than before. She pushed the extremity inside her even faster and harder than before.
Despite her best efforts, her moans were increasing in volume. If she didn’t get a grip on herself soon, she would be audible to everyone within hearing range . . . including Supergirl and Ravager, with their supersensitive ears. Notwithstanding that, she was already too far gone. Her climax was coming, as powerful as Kory’s love or Robin’s intensity or Ravager’s sultry smile, and there was no stopping the rapturous wave that washed over her.
She cried out her ecstasy, screaming in her native Martian tongue so that no one who heard her would be able to deduce whom she was thinking of when she came. She rode out her climax, pushing herself a few more times against her transformed hand before collapsing on her torso, smiling contentedly. As she relaxed, her “fantasy form” shrank and slimmed down to her default Earth form, a lissome green-skinned girl with shoulder-length red hair, while her hand reverted to its standard five-fingered form. She let out a contented, almost feline purr, rolling over onto her back with a smile.
So wrapped up she was in the pleasurable sensations she was coming down from that she almost didn’t hear when her door slid open. She suddenly became aware of two mental presences, one startled yet concerned and the other self-satisfied and amorous. Prompted by this sensation, she looked up and saw Robin and Ravager standing before her, both in their standard body armors but Ravager minus her mask. Without the mask, her long platinum hair was fully exposed, as was her singular, smoldering blue eye – on the right side of her face – and the smirk that revealed her deeply carnal intentions. Robin’s eyes were concealed, but the focused tightness of his jaw and the psychic waves of desire emanating from him told Megan all she needed.
“Hey, Megan,” Ravager greeted in a tantalizing yet conversational tone. “Need a hand? Or four?”
Without waiting for Megan to answer, Ravager joined her on the bed and kissed her softly. She smiled against Megan’s lips as Megan began to kiss her back. During the kiss, Ravager parted Megan’s lips with her tongue and Megan yielded, letting Ravager’s tongue slide into her mouth. Of course, Megan was not one to remain passive and she literally wrapped her tongue around Ravager’s tongue.
After a few more minutes, Megan broke the kiss. “It’s rude for you to still be clothed when I’m naked.”
Ravager grinned and bounced off the bed, landing next to Robin. “You’re right. Come on, Timmy, let’s give Megan a show.”
Robin smiled and began unlocking the catches on Ravager’s armor. Once those catches were unlocked, he divested her of her armor, leaving her gloriously naked. With a smirk, Ravager reached out to him and undid the catches on his armor, stripping him naked as well once the catches were undone. She reached up to caress his face, removing his mask to reveal heated blue eyes.
“Now . . . shall we?” Ravager whispered sultrily in Robin’s ear.
“Yes . . .” Robin’s voice was a low, passionate hiss.
Ravager and Robin turned to Megan, Ravager with a sultry smile and Robin with a heated stare. As one, they joined Megan on her bed, Robin capturing her lips with his while Ravager moved behind her and cupped her breasts. Megan moaned into the kiss as Ravager tweaked her nipples. As Ravager tweaked Megan’s nipples, she began kissing one side of Megan’s neck while Robin kissed the other. While Robin was content to gently kiss and suck her jade skin, Ravager was nipping and grazing her skin with her teeth. The conflicting sensations were nonetheless quite pleasurable, drawing moans out of Megan.
One of Ravager’s hands moved down to Megan’s sex, two fingers sliding inside her. Ravager’s eyes briefly widened with surprise at just how wet Megan was, but narrowed into a lustful expression. As she fingered Megan, Robin’s mouth had moved down to Megan’s breasts and he was now suckling them as though he were an infant drawing nourishment from his mother. Megan moaned softly, calling out the names of her lovers and arching against Robin’s mouth and Ravager’s fingers.
Ravager added a third finger as Robin began to graze Megan’s nipples with his teeth. Megan’s moans came louder this time, as Ravager pumped her fingers inside her even faster than before and Robin sucked her nipples more fiercely. She felt herself coming closer and closer to the edge, being pushed closer and closer by Robin and Ravager, the latter of whom was certainly living up to her codename.
Finally, it proved to be too much and Megan climaxed, crying out Robin’s and Ravager’s names. Ravager removed her fingers from inside Megan and licked them clean, marveling at Megan’s taste. She smiled and held Megan close, letting the Martian girl ride out her orgasm as Robin slid down her body to lap up the fruits of his and Ravager’s labors.
Megan let out a purring moan. “What . . . are you doing?”
“He’s licking your pussy, is what he’s doing,” Ravager replied with a smirk, tilting Megan’s head up so that they could kiss as Robin orally pleasured Megan. When Ravager broke the kiss, she did so with a smile. “Stick with us . . . and we’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget everything except us.”
Megan looked at Ravager in wonderment. “Is that possible?”
“We’ll see,” Ravager answered, smirking just before she captured Megan’s lips with hers once again. Megan let out a groan of pleasure, swallowed by Ravager’s mouth. Their tongues tangled once again, Megan’s coiling around and caressing Ravager’s. Ravager purred into the kiss, drawing Megan’s tongue into her mouth and sucking on it. She could hear Megan’s moans and whimpers as she neared orgasm once again from Robin’s oral labors.
Ravager broke the kiss with a devious smile. “Let it out, Meg. Let it out.”
“Robin!!” Megan cried out as she climaxed, Robin drinking her orgasmic nectar. When he was finished, he moved so that he was upright before her. Just then, Ravager lunged at Robin and kissed him fiercely, her mouth ravaging his. Robin kissed back just as fiercely, unwilling to be passive. When she finally broke the kiss, she did so with an expression of mad glee in her eye.
Ravager turned to Megan and kissed her with the same ferocity with which she had kissed Robin. Megan kissed her back just as fiercely, growing bold with desire. She could taste herself on Ravager’s lips, and she realized that that was why Ravager had kissed Robin so harshly. As they kissed, Ravager pushed Megan onto her back, pinning her to the bed. To her pleasant surprise, Ravager felt something hard pushing its way inside her, something like a . . .
“You fucking minx . . .” Ravager moaned as Megan penetrated her with the penis growing from just above her feminine sex.
Megan just giggled. “I thought you would like it.”
“I do . . . now fuck me.”
“Yes, Rose. I will indeed ‘fuck’ you.”
Megan flipped their positions so that she was on top and Ravager was on her back and began thrusting into the platinum-haired girl. Ravager pushed her hips up to meet Megan’s thrusts, reveling in the power of the Martian girl’s movements. As the two girls fornicated, Robin, unwilling to be left out of the action, moved behind Megan and thrust himself into her feminine sex. The two quickly established a rhythm; Robin would thrust into Megan just as Megan drew back from Ravager and pull back as Megan thrust into Ravager, who for her part enjoyed the ride.
“Robin . . .” Megan moaned.
Ravager purred like a lioness that had just caught her prey. “I’m still here, you know.”
“I . . .” Megan started to say, but it died down into a guttural moan.
“Like that, do you? More on the way.”
Robin thrust inside Megan once again, burying himself inside her to the hilt, and pressed himself against her back as he came, whispering her name. Megan climaxed twice, once from her feminine sex and once from her masculine sex, the latter inside Ravager. With a chortle that trailed off into a husky moan, Ravager came as well.
When Ravager recovered her breath, she smiled up at Megan. “Wanna do this again some time?”
“Yes,” Megan replied with a soft smile. “I would like to do this again with you . . . and Robin.”
“What about you, Timmy?” Ravager asked. “And don’t say you wouldn’t. Not with the way you were giving it to her.”
Robin smiled. “Yeah. I’d like to do this again with you both.”
“Then it’s official; we’re a fucking tripod.”
“A fucking tripod?” Megan echoed.
“Yes,” Ravager confirmed. “We’re three parts of a whole and we fuck. There.”
End Notes: There you have it, the world’s first Miss Martian autoerotic piece and the world’s first Ravager/Miss Martian/Robin threesome. Hope you enjoyed, hope you weren’t too freaked out, and regardless of any of that, hope you let me know what you thought of this.
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