Why Superheroes Shouldn't Drink
7. Chapter 6: Seven MINUTES in Heaven
A/N: Okay! The results are in! Prepare yourselves for the most disturbing lemon you'll read in a one week period of time!
WARNING: Strange and most likely comedic lemon ahead!
"You can stop talking again" Raven said with a sigh, causing Beast Boy's lips to slam shut. "'Cause it's time for the real thing!"
The thought running through BB's head at this point was something along the lines of "Note to self; Be careful what you wish for…"
His thought processes were interrupted, however, by a pair of legs strattling his waist. "I gotta hurry" Raven said just loud enough for BB to hear. "I think I'm sobering."
BB suddenly felt a bit anxious. As… odd… as his situation was, he was finding it oddly arousing. He just hoped that she wouldn't go too far. "Oh, who am I kidding?"
With that, he found a mouth pressed firmly against his as a hand began to play fumble around in his hair. After a few seconds, Raven pulled away just long enough to say "Get ready."
In response, Beast Boy's body moved into a position with his legs spread, his hands on Raven's hips and his back slightly arched. "By the way" she began with a smirk. "You can make noises… just… no more National Geographic…"
Raven began to lower herself, but just couldn't figure out what to do with what she had. "Dammit…"
"What's up?" BB asked, seeing the slightly disappointed expression on her face.
"I… i… don't… quite know… what… I'm supposed to… do…"
"Can I try?"
"What makes you think you'll do any better?" Raven asked somewhat mockingly in an obvious attempt to save her own ego.
"Y'know… ye' old animal instincts 'n' all…"
With a frustrated sigh, Raven laid back and said "Fine then, get started."
Beast Boy was about to respond with "Impatiant, aren't we?" but only got as far as "Impa-" as he was reminded, quite rudely at that, of Raven's little spell. His body jumped quickly on top of Raven and he effortlessly strattled her hips. He then, completely against his own will plunged right in… not that he would've done anything different in any other situation.
His first thrust was only able to bury him halfway. "Damn that's tight!" he called out loud enough for all the occupants of the tower to hear; including a particularly depressed and still flat-chested blonde.
After a slight pause, he pulled back slightly before thrusting again, burying nearly the entirety of his green-eyed monster into the tight little opening that Raven called "Rosario", as Beast Boy was to learn slightly less than two days later. Raven was the one moaning at this point as BB seemed to enter a state of extreme concentration.
He found pulling out far less difficult than the original entrance and did so until only his tip was inside. He then thrust in once more, effectively burying the entirety of his length into a woman for the first time in his life. Fleetingly, he decided that it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
He was proven wrong quite quickly however, as his body began to act on the spell once more. His waist began to move up and down of its own accord, and this by the most obvious chain reaction in history, caused him to be thrusting in and out of "Rosario."
In a breathy and distant voice, Raven said "Faster" and Beast Boy's loins obeyed. She repeated herself again, and once again his pace was increased. After only two demands, he was pounding into her at speeds thought to be impossible. Apparently, things are only impossible when self-preservation was added intot he equation.
His waist was moving so quickly that he thought it would disconnect from his torso at any moment. But, it just kept going, and remained firmly attached. Of course, burning muscles and the king of all leg cramps weren't the only experiences of the moment for him.
As Raven felt herself being pounded in a way that would've pained any normal human, but only pleased her demonic side all the more, Beast Boy felt the most powerful climax of his life forming. The knot was sweeling quickly and larger than normal, and during one of his random thrusts, was pressed into Raven, effectively locking him into place. But, due to the spell, he kept moving up and down, moving Raven with him now that they were stuck. The motion and tightness caused Raven to moan in possibly even more pleasure… until finally… FINALLY… she came, effectively creating just the extra sensation needed the bring about BB's climax.
With a rather animalistic growl, he came… and came… and came…
Raven just laid there, enjoying the sensation of her inner walls being washed by Beast Boy's seed. Finally, the cascade died down and the two collapsed flat to the ground, panting and stuck in the afterglow.
"Wow…" was all Raven could think to say as she slowly drifted to sleep, Beast Boy still firmly rooted inside of her.
"Yeah…" Beast Boy whispered, closing his eyes as to join her in the darkness of slumber.
Little did either of them know that another couple had just copied them down to the very detail… minus the spell that is…
"Glorious…" Starfire mumbled to herself, falling into that wonderous place between consciousness and sleep. Silently, Robin rolled off of her and laid comfortably next to her.
"Ferschizzle…" he muttered absentmindedly.
'Beep-beep-beep'
Slowly, he reached down to his belt but found that it wasn't there. He found his communicator laying, and beeping, exactly two feet from his face. Reaching for it and activating it, he looked at the screen.
On the screen was Cyborg, who stopped Robin from saying anything with a simple "No" before breaking the connection and leaving Robin alone once more.
Deep in the very bowels of hell(not Mexico), a massive red demon with four glowing eyes laughed evilly to himself. "Yes, everything is going perfectly to plan!"
"What plan?" asked a horrible abomination of all the laws of physics, anatomy and fashion laws… with a comedically high pitched voice.
"The plan to get my daughter pregnant so that my blood could continue, allowing me more chances to be reborn."
"You realize that you could only use Raven after placing your essence into her personally?"
"Yeah, so?"
"How, might I ask, do you intend to do that with your grandchild when… well… y'know…"
"Oh…" Trigon muttered to himself, entering a slightly thoughtful position. "Well… this sucks…"
The abomination approached Trigon from behind and wrapped its arms around his massive red hips. "It's okay honey. You still got me."
"Trigon was about to turn to face the creature when a loud 'ding' was heard With a sudden wide grin, Trigon shouted "Ooh! The roast's done!"
With that, he pranced off towards the oven to retrieve previously mentioned 'roast.'
A/N: Okay, that was by far the strangest thing I've ever written. I apologize if you fear me now… wait… no I don't! I am the Cheese of Evil! Fear me!
Okay then…
Well, the next chapter's the last one. It's gonna show the after affects of the previous night and stuff like that. Expect it to be pretty short. Sorry 'bout that in advance.
Signed,
The Cheese!