AN: Again, consider yourselves warned. This one gets a little dark and a lot of citrus in it. If you find this offensive, please skip over this chapter.
Prompt # 12
Black Lipstick
Beast boy was angry. He was angry with the world. He was angry with himself. Most of all, he was angry with her.
They had been dating for over a year. Then, one night, a simple argument devolved into a full on fight. Harsh words were exchanged. Things were said that could never be taken back. And just like that, the relationship they had been building towards since they first met exploded.
Raven had run off to her room, more than likely to meditate on the outpouring of emotions. Beast Boy had his own ritual and raided the liquor cabinet, draining two bottles of Scotch and a bottle of Bourbon before Cyborg had managed to drag his depressed ass to his room.
The next day, crime was all but non-existent. Starfire had dragged both Raven and Jinx to the mall to go shopping as a form of retail therapy. They didn't return until nearly eight o'clock at night, only staying long enough to get changed before leaving for the club. Starfire and Jinx had come out first, taking time to speak to their respective boyfriends Nightwing and Cyborg while they waited for Raven.
When she entered the Ops room, everyone's jaw dropped. The black dress was laughably short and so tight it left little to the imagination. Her hips swayed as she walked out on a pair of black stilettos that were tall in the extreme. Worst of all was that accursed black lipstick she wore, the simple bit of makeup making her look like a dark gothic princess.
He had sat on the couch that night, binge watching mindless animated shows, not really paying attention. Cyborg and Nightwing both tried and failed, to get him to do something else, knowing he was keeping a quiet vigil until the ladies returned home.
Starfire and Jinx stumbled in first, four sheets to the wind, giggling like schoolgirls as they wrapped themselves around their men. Seeing Beast Boy's bemused expression, they related that they had lost track of Raven after the third club. They had attempted to reach her via communicator several times, only to receive an away message stating that she was going to have fun and not to wait up.
As the others went off to bed, Beast Boy remained on the couch, eventually passing out around 4 am. A few hours later, the ding of the elevator awakened him as Raven stepped off. She held her ridiculous heels in her hand, her hair visibly mussed, that horrible black lipstick smudged and smeared. He could smell the pheromones pouring off of her, shame, arousal and lust floating around her in a disturbingly distracting cocktail.
He had confronted her, letting his mouth lead before his brain could process what he was saying. The things he had said were hurtful, implying she didn't respect the relationship they had shared. Her response had been cutting, making him regret every harsh word he had said to her in the past few days.
And so the pattern continued for months, every Friday and Saturday night like clockwork she would slut it up, smearing that black lipstick he had grown to hate on her face every night before she left. She would return the next morning, looking all the more worse for wear, reeking of arousal, lust and her male companions for the evening.
Before long, she dropped hints about her mysterious journal, a record of her conquests. One night, after Raven had left for the night, Beast Boy raided her room and read the pages of her little black book. Every page was filled with her cramped handwriting, detailing each and every encounter she had had since her breakup with Beast Boy. No two names ever repeated, filling nearly every page of the book front to back. Near the end of the book, Beast Boy found a small folded note addressed to himself.
The note said how Raven regretted what was happening but would not change it unless something drastic were to occur. Beast Boy had unlocked Love and Lust within her, but the breakup had awakened a new emotion, Spite. Now, she sought to experience every possible sexual act she could, even if it was not with the man she still loved with all her heart.
It had finally come to a head tonight. She had entered the Ops room wearing what was meant to look like a lacey white dress but was in fact lingerie and a black carnival mask. He was in awe of her beauty, openly staring at her. As she entered the elevator for the night, she called over her shoulder that she would be at the party being thrown by the Alpha Omega frat house at UC Jump City and not to wait up since she was fairly certain she wouldn't be home until Sunday morning.
As the elevator doors closed, something broke within Beast Boy. The iron bars of his will dissolved into nothingness, the collar of control snapping like a guitar string. And like that, The Beast surged to the forefront. For the first time, Beast Boy had a discussion with the avatar of his animal instincts. Together, they decided that something had to be done. The status quo could not be maintained. As they came to an agreement, a massive change took over the green hero.
His spine lengthened as he grew nearly a foot in a matter of minutes, puberty taking Beast Boy by the neck and shaking him for all he was worth. Dense cords of ropey muscles filled out his frame, stretching the material of his costume to the break point as it shredded around his new body. His normally snug boxer briefs became uncomfortably so as he lengthened and thickened noticeably.
Gathering the tattered remains of his uniform, Beast Boy, or Gar as he now thought of himself, sought out his leader. Knocking on the door, Nightwing was surprised to see the now transformed hero but intuitively knew it was him. Ushering him inside Nightwing's room, they both agreed that Gar had to do something to change what was going on with Raven. Pulling clothes out of Nightwing's closet, they quickly dressed him to look the part of douchey party boy.
His now shoulder length green hair was tied back in loose ponytail. A shimmery, scale print t-shirt stretched over his barrel chest, covered partially by a black leather jacket. Tight black jeans covered his muscular legs, ending in a pair of mirror shined black boots. Walking to his own room, Gar retrieved his one piece of jewelry from his closet, a simple silver watch clasped now around his left wrist.
Walking towards the roof, Gar tapped into the Red, the source of his animal shape changing abilities. Fusing with his inner Beast had strengthened his shapeshifting abilities, allowing him to change without needing a specialized costume to stop from exploding out of his clothes.
Leaping off of the roof, he shifted into a falcon, flying swiftly to Fraternity Row, a large grouping of houses near the college. It was easy to find the Alpha Omega house, judging by the crowds of people, flashing lights and pounding music spilling out of the palatial mansion. Landing around the corner, he shifted back into his muscular form before walking up to the front door. All of the frat boys were dressed similarly to himself in one way or another. The women were all dressed in lingerie with masks, an offering to maintain anonymity.
The music was loud, the lights distracting, but still he saw the college party was in full swing. Party boys and masked women ground against each other, small cheering groups congregating around couples hooking up. Everywhere he looked he tried looking for Raven, coming up empty.
Flagging down the closet frat boy, Gar asked him about a petite girl in a lacey white lingerie dress and a black carnival mask. The drunken fool was all to inclined to help. He had stated that she was a special girl and special girls went out back to the pool house where the real party was taking place. Nodding his head, Gar made his way through the party out onto the back patio.
The smell of pheromones and sounds of ecstasy led him onward to his target. Walking into the pool house, more huddled groups of men stood circled around girls on their knees, hard cocks in hand as the girls worked their way around each group. Looking around, he quickly zeroed in on Raven and joined the group circled around her. Unzipping his jeans, he hauled out his semi-hard length, waiting for her to make her way down the line. As she began bobbing her head up and down the shaft of the guy next to him, she reached a delicate hand out to wrap around Gar's considerable length. As she moaned around the length in her mouth, Gar gently set a rhythm for her movements, slowly pulling along the length of his shaft.
As she moved onto his impressive cock, Raven looked up into his eyes and was about to speak before he put a finger to his own lips before forcing her cock into her mouth. As inch after jaw splitting inch disappeared into her mouth, one of her hands began squeezing her breast and pulling on her nipple while the other hand landed between her muscular thighs, twiddling her erect clit as her juices flooded her thong. Pulling her head off of his monstrously long dick with a pop, she stood up and turned around to address the group.
"I've selected my partner for the night," She said, reaching behind her to grab a hold of Gar's massive cock, "I'm taking him to the back room for some privacy."
Dragging him along behind her, she led him into a back room, a massive bed dominating the space. Locking the door behind her, she reared back and smacked Gar across the face.
"What in the hell do you think your doing Beast Boy!" She shouted, "Why did you come here! To try and get a chance with me?"
Grabbing her by the throat, Gar squeezed gently and lifted her off the ground pinning her against the wall. Leaning in closely, he growled, a deep rumbling sound coming from within his chest.
"I came to do something drastic," He replied, lust filling his glare, "I came to claim the woman I love. I came to take her as my own."
"And you think I will allow this?" She wheezed, struggling against his hold.
"If you think I'm giving you a choice, your dreaming," He replied, a single claw extending from his index finger, "I still love you as well Raven. I regret the fight; I regret the things I said. Most of all, I regret driving you away and not being your first."
Slowly and carefully, he ran the tip of his claw along the seem of her dress, cutting the clinging fabric away from her body. Effortlessly, he sliced through the string of her thong, a small puddle of material falling to the ground. Her lust getting the better of her, she ran her hands over the hard planes of Gar's muscles, enjoying the feeling under her fingers as arousal shot through her body.
"What happened to you Beast Boy?" Raven asked, wrapping her arms around his neck, "You didn't look like…this when I left tonight."
"Promise not to run if I let you go?" He asked, lightening the pressure on her throat.
Receiving a nod of her head, he let her down on the ground before throwing her on the bed. Laying down next to her, he slid his hands over her body, delighting in every moan and quiver.
"After you left, the Beast and I came to an understanding. We accepted each other for who we represented and came together as one being." He said, blowing a stream of warm air on her neck, causing her to shiver in delight, "Once that happened, I hit puberty times like fifty. Hence, Gar the hard body was born."
"Is that why things were so far before," She asked with a whimper, "You really hadn't hit puberty yet?"
"What does this tell you?" He replied with a confident smirk, grinding his rock hard length against her, "I became a man about an hour ago."
"I…I can tell…." Raven moaned in response, arching her back as her shaved slit oozed along his length.
Taking both of her hands in one of his own, Gar pinned them above her head, staring into her flickering, amethyst eyes.
"Tell me the truth, Raven." He growled, knowing the demon side of her was enjoying his dominance, "Did you mean the things you wrote on that note in your god forsaken journal?"
"Yes…" She whispered, trying to lean up and kiss him, "I still love you, you handsome man. And I never gave up on us. Everything I said before was me trying to hurt you. And I regret every word. So take me. Own me. Make me your one and only."
Letting her go, Gar stood next to the bed and tore his clothes from his body in a burst of strength. Pinning her to the mattress again, he climbed between her legs and began teasing her core with the tempered steel rod of his cock.
"I love you too, my dark princess," He replied, planting a soul searing kiss on her lips as he continued to grind against her, "And I do forgive you. But I think I need to make sure you learn the consequences of your actions."
Wrapping his free hand around his length, he smacked the massive cock against her clit, eliciting deep moans and shrieks before thrusting inside her to the hilt. Holding inside of her, he used gentle strokes to tap against the back of her cervix, knocking the breath from her chest with every movement. Her climax rising inside her, Raven struggled against her bound hands, trying to loosen his grip so she could once again embrace the man of her dreams. Pulling almost all of the way out of her caused Raven to whimper for fear he would leave her hanging. But her fears were soon unfounded as he rammed back inside her before pulling back again, causing her tight little pussy to squirm and convulse around him.
"I'm going to make you scream my name tonight, Raven," He crowed, biting down on her breast before releasing her hands and rolling over so she was one top of him, "This whole school will know that the amazingly hot goth girl was wrecked by the green beast she loves."
Gripping her hips tightly in his clawed hands, Gar began bouncing her roughly on his lap, causing the gentle swell of her breasts to bounce and jiggle with each thrust. Her own hands were not idle as they began scratching at his muscular chest, throwing her head back and crying to the ceiling as orgasm after orgasm was ripped from her petite frame. A dim light began to glow form her eyes, a bright pink blending into purple.
"Yes, Gar, I'm yours." She screamed, using her powers to amplify her voice, "Do you hear that everyone? My boyfriend and his massive horse cock own me. I've been taken of the market for good!"
Thrusting faster, Gar reached around and began squeezing and kneading the tightly packed muscles of Raven's ass, appreciating each silky grey skinned inch of her body. Sliding one of his hands up her body, Gar placed on of his fingers in his mouth as she began to suck on it like she had sucked on his massive cock. Taking the wet finger from her mouth, he trailed it down her body again before working it inside her tight asshole. As he slid into the third knuckle, Raven's convulsions and movements knocked up several notches as she responded to the double stimulation.
"Tame me Gar," She screamed, popping off of his cock during an extremely hard orgasm, "Make me your servile little cock sleave."
"Oh I will," He answered, smacking her round ass cheek as hard as her could, leaving a big red mark, "I already own that tight little pussy and your hot, wet mouth. Now, I'm going to push every long, thick inch of my cock into your tight little ass."
Putting her on all fours, Gar smacked her ass several more times, leaving the smooth skin an angry red. Spreading the cheeks apart, her snaked his long tongue into her waiting hole, making sure she was plenty wet for when he entered her. Pulling his tongue from inside her, Gar took a firm hold on her hair as her lined his angry purple crown with her tight little asshole.
With gentle prodding he eventually got her to open up, working the head inside her before she shrieked to the night as she came over and over again. Thrusting deep inside her, he managed to work every last inch inside her as he held still, make her embrace the immense size.
"Yes," She shrieked over and over again, "Claim that little ass, claim what no other partner was man enough to take. Make me cum form my ass you magnificent bastard!"
Thrusting into her at a rapid pace, Gar could feel his own climax approaching like a freight train. Slamming into her a couple more times, he buried himself inside her before exploding, flooding her with his cum. Pulling out of her, he let her collapse to the bed before picking her up into his arms.
"Do you have enough energy to take us back to the tower?" He asked, nuzzling into her neck.
"Yes, I can do that," She weakly replied, opening a portal with a wave of her hand, "Why though?"
"Because my dark flower," He whispered, his warm breath doing wonderful things to her insides, "The wolf in me desires the sheep in you."
AN: So, this is gonna be a thing now. The prompt list makes it very easy for every sixth story to be chock full of lemony goodness. Hope you enjoyed my take on a slutty Raven and her Dominant Beast.