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Part 6

Raven woke up the next morning burning up with heat. While not uncomfortable, necessarily, because as a half-demon she was as resistant to extremes of temperature that would make a normal human sweat more like a porcine creature renowned (incorrectly) for eating garbage than a two-legged mammal, or a polar bear.

Though half the reason she was so warm was because the thing she was laying draped over was more fuzzy, if anything.

A green tiger lay face-up on her bedroom floor, snoring and rumbling in an almost purr-like way with both forepaws up in the air, canted forward at the wrist. One of his back legs was stretched out so the paw was almost on the floor, while the other splayed sideways following the twist of his hips, half-bent, shedding in the carpet.

Her own position was a little more precarious. Raven didn't remember falling asleep, and part of her wanted to be simply mortified that she had dared fall asleep on top of Beast Boy. It was two days after she had dry-humped him as a tiger, and the experience had left her wanting more desperately. So she had called him to her room again, and this time he had shown up within a minute. "Tiger," she had whispered, and he had shifted form immediately, without word or question.

They hadn't even done anything really sexual, not last night. Instead, she had just cuddled with him there on the floor. She didn't talk. For once, Raven allowed herself to simply enjoy the strange company she kept. Not everyone got to cuddle with a very clean, warm, happy tiger. But she did.

After about twenty minutes, Beast Boy had rolled onto his back and put a huge paw around her, holding her in an almost-human way. Again, there weren't any words, but Raven knew full well what the tiger-teen was feeling.

Affection, care, love, happiness, joy. Lust, yes, of course: he wanted her, that was no secret to anyone.
It was her own feelings that were a mess. Between that first time with the small dog and two days ago, the sorceress had realized a key fact: she wasn't just Beast Boy's friend. She wasn't just his team mate. She cared for all of her friends and team mates, even the more distant ones like Titans East, and the few honorary Titans, like Argent and Kole and so on. She was even, despite herself, developing some sort of attraction for Starfire, even though Raven had never thought of herself as bisexual before.

Then there was Beast Boy. As himself, he was just so... annoying. Obnoxious, loud, irreverent, disrespectful, rude, crude, lewd, and a whole assortment of other less-than-pleasant adjectives. In fact, about the only thing she could say were good about him was true of all the Titans: Brave, selfless, heroic. Well, that and he had developed an impeccable set of table manners, which was more astounding compared to how he'd acted just a year ago.

Who knew a flippant comment, by her no less, could have such a profound impact? "You eat like the animals you turn into," had done it. Less than a month later, he chewed with his mouth closed, didn't talk while eating, used silverware properly (more or less, they were still teenagers, after all)... the whole shebang.

Overall, though, while she loved and respected Beast Boy... and yes, probably would enjoy having a more intimate relationship with him, there was still a part of her that just wanted more. Like... calling the green-haired boy her, well, boyfriend, would not be enough, but at the same time far too much. They weren't dating. She couldn't date, privately or publicly, until- and if- they survived her father's coming on her sixteenth birthday. At the same time, she didn't want Beast Boy to be her boyfriend at all. He was just too much of a pest, and would be so much worse. Insufferable, even.

He was so much easier to deal with as an animal!

No talking. Unless he was a parrot, crow, or something similar, he didn't chatter constantly. And the emotions... despite not being in a human form, he still felt them just as acutely. More acutely, she was starting to think. At the very least, they were more clear. Driven more by instinct and need, the moment, rather than whatever the still-developing mind of Garfield Logan could handle in terms of future planning and understanding consequences, Raven found it far easier to feel and to accept.

Garfield was a terrible liar, all the Titans knew it, himself especially.

But he was pretty good at hiding his true emotions, at least when he was himself.

As an animal, there was no way he could manage that, and especially not from her.

The care he felt, the affection, the love- which was both perverse and pure, at the same time- for her was... almost awe-inspiring.

Raven did not feel herself worthy of love. She never had. What young woman raised on the knowledge that she was the product of a most heinous, brutal rape, that her 'donor' of a father was not just a criminal human, but a universe-destroying demon lord, would or could keep any kind of self-worth?

Not her, anyway.
It was part of the reason she had decided long ago to follow her instructor's directions: Walling off, shutting down, and controlling all of her emotions made that loss and loneliness and pain so much easier to cope with.

Yet she knew her friends cared. She could feel it, after all, in a way Raven had only felt from Azar and Arella. They were as much family as her own mother and mentor. In fact, in many ways, they were closer family than even Angela Roth. Not related by blood, no, the Titans were family Raven chose, and continued to choose every day. Not that she had anything against her mother, of course not. The woman was practically a saint, treating her daughter- even knowing what she was and how she'd been conceived- no differently than any other mother would a child.

Then there was Beast Boy, who was... more.

As obnoxious and irritating as he was, he felt all of that- the friendship, kinship, family- and more. His own feelings as a meta-human were a bit of a jumble still, but he was also a teenage boy. She would have expected no differently. But as an animal, it was all so clear.

He was in love with her. Deeply, intensely. More than he had been for Terra, even. While that had been real enough, it was in the end mostly an infatuation, a craving for the attention she gave him, and a natural response to it. Her betrayal of the Titans had, of course, hurt him the most (something Raven would never forgive the girl for), but it had also forced him to mature faster than any of the others. In some ways, even faster than Cyborg, who was a few years older.

Which, well, that wasn't bad, necessarily, even if it occasionally made things awkward. He was as professional as ever (which wasn't saying much), and treated work- hero-work- with all the gravitas he never showed anything else. Their working relationship was, frankly, near-perfect. It was only the after-hours things she worried about.

There was a future possible- again, if they all survived Trigon's imminent arrival- between them. She knew it was possible, he knew it too. She'd almost admitted it to him two days ago, how she felt.

As much as she could, anyway.

Because she just didn't know. She loved him. Yes, she could admit that, at least to herself. But she didn't really desire him, all that much. Not yet, maybe not ever.

With the emotions of an animal, though, blasting into her empathic senses with the purest form of each emotion possible... she could not help but reflect it back. Maybe that was why she suddenly found herself more open, more attracted, to the bestial forms he took? That, and her demonic side encouraging corruption, perversion, and and all sorts of deviancy too, of course.

She was a pervert, Raven acknowledged in that sleepy morning, because even though Beast Boy was sleeping, quite deeply, and not even dreaming about anything sexual, she certainly was.

The tiger wasn't erect, but as she was laying draped over its stomach sideways, Raven found herself shifting to look down at its member anyway, imagining how it would look now, how it had looked two day previously. The thing was long enough that even when its balls had been slapping against her groin as he dry-humped her, the top three inches of his cock had slipped into her cleavage.

No less than eight climaxes- no wait, there had been eight before she climaxed the first time, and she had gone over the edge three times. Eighteen? Twenty? Twenty-five orgasms?- which had left her covered, drenched, in feline semen. Left it all over the floor, the ruins of her expensive lingerie, and especially herself.

How much of it had she swallowed? Raven didn't know but she hadn't been hungry at breakfast the next morning. As a Cambion, she could probably, in all honesty, live on the stuff if she had to. At least a quart, if she had to guess, probably three or even a full gallon. He had tasted so good! Thick and creamy, and full of life, of passion, she had not been able to get enough.

Now her floor was clean (and thank Azar- literally- for the precision she had with her magic, able to clean specific substances without damaging the surrounding material), her new lingerie was due to be delivered the next day, and showers had cleaned their bodies well enough. That was good... but now, if she were honest with herself, Raven...

Wanted to make a mess again. Or more accurately, wanted him to make a mess of her.

How had she fallen into this position? Was it just because the tiger was so fluffy, clean, and warm? No...

It couldn't just be that. Yes, she had somehow fallen asleep literally in the Beast Boy's tiger-form arms, curled around him as much as he was around her. She had slept through the night in fact, and even slept in a little: it was about twenty minutes after she normally woke up. Her torso was draped diagonally across his, her head nestled between his upper arms, and her left leg alongside the one of his on the floor, while the right was bent over the tiger's belly.

If he were human, or in his human form, she would be laying over him exactly like a woman waking in her lover's arms would.

Which made sense, since she had recently realized she loved him, and had known he loved her since the feelings had first begun to grow in him. Two nights previously, she had known she cared far more than she should. More than she should have ever allowed herself to care, especially for Beast Boy. It still created problems, though.

If nothing else, laying on him like this was just making it all worse, reminding her that she did love him, and she wanted him (at least like this), like he wanted her. But they couldn't afford to play around. Not now, not when it was getting closer to time to eat breakfast, to head out for patrols.

Yet...

Her hand slipped down through the fine, soft, light-green fur of the tiger's belly and up. She hesitated, her hand hovering around the furred sheath... then she closed it, giving the tender flesh a soft squeeze and pump. Slowly, like she had with the little dog first, she teased and coaxed the rod out, as she listened to Beast Boy's breathing slowly change.

He wasn't awake, not yet, but he was working in that direction. She didn't stop, though. Unlike that first time with the lap dog, Raven didn't want to push him back into sleep, or convince him this was a dream. Instead, she wanted him to wake up... well, feeling her, seeing her, doing what she wanted to do.

When three inches, maybe a little more, of his cone-tipped penis was outside the sheath, Raven gave the sheath another squeeze and tug, harder. In response, the rod swelled and grew, pushing out another two inches. "Perfect," she whispered into her quiet bedroom, then shifted position, sliding down, down...

Two nights before, a little over thirty-six hours earlier, Raven had relished the feel of that some skin against her own. She had been ecstatic, despite the cleanup it would require, to feel it spurt all over her, her clothes. Now, while that would certainly be fun, she wanted something a little different.

She opened her mouth, and her head dipped a little lower. A long, dark tongue, longer than any humans, longer than any of her team mates had ever seen, flicked out and flicked over the softest, narrow tip.

Behind her head, the tiger let out a grunt and whuff, but didn't move. Raven smiled, as the nine-inch tongue- being a half-demon had some benefits, one of which was having a slightly different physiology and thus a very flexible oral muscle- curled and wrapped around the shaft below the cone, making two full circles, and then tugging again. It was hard for her to do. Despite having the physical ability, she had never done anything like this before, and she was not used to using her tongue as a prehensile limb. Still, it did the job, and the tiger grunted again as she started stroking it with her tongue alone.

"Thaff goof, ifn' if, Beef Bfoy?"

Of course he didn't answer, he was still asleep, but now there was a definite tone of lust and desire in his dream, and he was slowly waking up. She wondered, as she continued jerking the tiger off with her tongue, what he was dreaming about. As a great cat, was he dreaming about a tigress? Perhaps one with striking purple fur, or gray, with purple stripes...?

Or did he just dream of her, even as a cat?

A dark part of Raven wondered... was he dreaming of Terra? Of actual sex, with the one person he'd had it with, per his own admission? Or was he dreaming of some random woman, a model perhaps?

If it was the former, she... well, Raven wasn't sure how she would feel. She knew it had happened, there was no lie when he'd told her. It was... real. He wasn't a virgin. She could dislike it all she wanted, but it would change nothing. Better to just acknowledge it as fact, like the sun existing, and move on.

If it was a random woman, a model, or someone not real, well... she could live with that. It wasn't like she had only dreamed about Beast Boy, and they weren't in an actual relationship. She had no claim on him.

Herself, as an animal...? That had... interesting implications, but the closest her powers (at least as they existed currently) would allow her to do in that regard was emulate the vague form of her namesake with a partially-substantial soul-self. So no, it was just sort of neutral. She appreciated that he was dreaming about her at all, if that's what he was doing, but would prefer it was as herself.

But if he was dreaming about just her, then...? The thought made Raven purr too, and her tongue sped up for a moment, then withdrew to a more normal length as she shifted lower. Her lips closed around it next, and the hand that had coaxed the rod out of its sheath gave the furry bits another squeeze, then moved down to cup and roll the thick testicles too, while she kissed and suckled at the tip of the tiger dick.

A paw, larger than her face, landed on her back, and she felt Beast Boy's mind stir, and slowly begin the journey to wakefulness.

Good, her timing was perfect, then. She sucked again, bobbing her lips and head up and down.

She had sucked the large Great Dane off, and of course tasted the semen of the tiger two days before, but this time would be the first she was orally pleasing the tiger. She found she liked it, the ripples and little bulges all along its middle length, which was vaguely triangular in shape rather than round below the curved cone, swelled to full as she suckled, her tongue laving up and down and around the tip in her mouth.

The hips bucked into her mouth. Raven smiled around the length. Her uvula was sensitive, but not as much as most women's, and she had a lesser gag reflex because of it. She could take that. And in an inch or so more, the natural curve would, if she was below him, just push the head down her throat, where... where it belonged.

Gods and demons of the multiverse, she was a perverted girl! She wanted that cock pumping her full of seed, of itself! More as a the great cat, the alpha, apex predator, even than the Great Dane! Raven cooed at the thought of it, and took him in further. That was a little uncomfortable, as he brushed against her tonsils on the side, but she didn't care. The tiger's reaction to her movement was everything she had hoped for: he bucked forward, pushing deeper, and Raven felt her body respond. Without real conscious thought, she rolled, threw her legs over his torso so that she was riding the tiger like a horse, only upside-down and backwards, and pushed her head forward again, once more taking him in her mouth.

"Whma- huh- wha- Whaorrrrlll..."

Yes, he was definitely awake now. "Enjoy it, Beast Boy," she told him, then started sucking again. This time, instead of just the tip, she sank lower, using the more straight-down angle to push the curved tip down into her throat in one smooth motion. It tickled and tangled and rubbed against her tongue delightfully, for both of them judging by the purring rumble Beast Boy let loose, but once the length popped into her throat, Raven stopped. Instead of bobbing now, she used her tongue once more to cup and massage him.

Her hands, both of them now, grabbed one of his heavy balls, kneading and tugging gently, coaxing him toward and then away from her face.

After a few tugs, he got the hint and started moving slowly. She felt the cone move in and out, bending along with the shape of her neck, which was a little too straight for it, but not uncomfortably so. The start of the bulges and ridges was pushing up against her lips as he came closer, and her soft mouth bent from a circle shape to vaguely triangular to accommodate the shift as he pumped in and pulled back.

Raven didn't care, she would accommodate him. If she thought he wouldn't freak out, she would simply deep-throat the whole cock, all eighteen or so inches of it, right then. She could take it- she wanted it. But she would be patient. Now that she had acknowledged that she felt love, Raven was both emboldened to act on her desires, and hesitant to lead him on, in case things... did not go well with her father.

Like she expected. Even now, the chances of them surviving past her sixteenth birthday- especially her- were next to nil.

But, for the first time, Raven felt like she had reason to hope.

She wanted more. Of this, of him. Of the dog, of the great cat, of the gorilla, the horse, the octopus, of... of everything. She wanted to try it all, find out what she liked the best, and keep experimenting for years and years.

Raven bobbed harder, then used some of the slobber she was dripping to lubricate one of her hands, which started stroking him lightly down toward the base. She wanted his cum in her throat, in her mouth. No mess this time- she wanted to drink it all. She would suck him every day, if he wanted her to. More often, even. Because Raven found she enjoyed giving blowjobs, something she had always found a little disturbing.

It was not what she had thought.

She was not subservient, she was in charge. Yes, she was bringing her lover pleasure at the lack of her own, in a way... but she was showing him her care, her love, her affection. She wanted to do that, because she could not just tell him. Too much was at stake.

Just like too much would be at stake if she didn't make her feelings known.

So Raven sucked harder, and faster, and soon the tiger was humping her face faster too, matching her movements in reverse. She felt the paw on her back, which had followed her as she moved, push a little further, urging her to take more, but not roughly. He didn't force her, only urged.

The half-demon smiled inside, and took more. Her mouth stretched and moved, her jaw opening almost but not quite painfully as the thickest part of the feline dick hit her lips. Her teeth caught once, not hard, on a spine, and the tiger's humping stopped for a moment. As Raven resumed, so did he.

Then she started tugging on his balls again, faster and faster. Showing he could indeed learn, Beast Boy began following her guidance quickly. Within twenty seconds, he was fucking her face faster, harder, driving his hips forward as fast as the massive cat could move them.

It wasn't enough.

Raven pulled off of him, making sure to add more suction the whole way, and moaned as he finally popped out of her mouth. She sat up, turned over her shoulder, and looked down at the tiger's face that shone with lust coming out of Beast Boy's eyes. "Garfield... fuck my face like an animal. Use me, okay? You don't have to worry- you won't hurt me. I promise. Just... cum. Cum in my throat, all you want, okay? We need to get to breakfast- but all I want to eat is you. Give me all of it, Beast Boy- please. I need it."

She watched his face grimace, and then dropped as he suddenly shifted back to his regular form with a squeak of surprise. He said just one thing, "Uh, Rae... are you sure? I mean... tigers are pretty, uh, r- rough..."

One of her eyebrows rose. Her response was not as simple, but it was quite informative for him: "I'm half-demon. Part of my body is made to accommodate... all sorts of things. Shift back."

"W- We can't do it like this...?"

That was when Raven realized she had Beast Boy's very hard, erect dick in one hand, while the other was still kneading his balls. She should have been disturbed, disgusted... but she wasn't.

Instead, she stared for several seconds, then looked back again. "No- not now. M- Maybe later. Tiger. Or the Great Dane."

He swallowed, then nodded. Again she bounced as his volume grew several times over, and she was back where she had started, mounted on the tiger's stomach. But Raven was not going to be satisfied with just serving him, not now. Her nightshirt came over her head a moment later and was tossed idly towards her hamper. She didn't care if it went inside, she could do laundry later.

She cared about having that big, bulging, spined cock in her throat. But naked, she had opportunity to do more, and so did Beast Boy. As her fellatio resumed and Beast Boy slowly picked up speed until he really was pounding forward into her, Raven let her body relax against his stomach. She was now laying nearly flat on him, only her elbows supporting her head to give his rampant cock a better angle.

As her body lurched forward and back, pulled by the thrusting, bestial shaft in her mouth and throat, Raven's body went into an overdrive of pleasure. Having the shaft humping her was delicious, and the balls slapping against her folds two days ago was amazing.

But feeling the fur, which differed in texture, as it shifted against her breasts, her solid-hard nipples, her flat tummy, her thighs, and the eager, hungry genitals between her own legs... she was in ecstasy in moments. A climax began building almost at once, the overload of tactile sensations climbed higher faster than she had ever experienced before.

The tiger came, blasting a lurching, body-shaking climax into her body, and she felt the thick wads of it coat her esophagus in several places, while Beast Boy kept moving, the paws now both holding her in place while he fucked her.

It was everything she wanted: A powerful, masculine form, a non-human one, using her for his pleasure, taking what he wanted, filling her, claiming her, marking her.

If only it would erase the marks her father had ingrained on her on the day of her birth.

That would not happen, but for now, Raven felt herself forget, allowed herself to relax and enjoy the pleasure.

She came too, the orgasm intense but short, though another quickly began building in the aftermath as her body ground and shivered over the fur. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and for a few seconds she struggled to breathe through her own intense orgasm and the bulge in her throat, but Raven didn't care. She could hold her breath for minutes if she needed to.

No, she just let him enjoy her. Garfield climaxed again, and while she enjoyed it immensely, enjoyed giving her lover as much pleasure as she could, Raven didn't climax with him.

On the third, just as she felt the first spurt throb and roll up the near-alien, strange pink flesh, she jumped as a long, rough, powerful tongue hit her groin. Like the dogs, the tiger was wider than any human, but this one was much bigger than even the Great Dane's. It was far rougher, too, almost like sandpaper.

But she was a half-demon in the midst of passion. There was no pain for her, only pleasure and a different kind of pleasure.

She climaxed the moment the tongue layered itself over her gray pussy, at the exact same moment the third wash of fluid hit her throat. She rode him through it, but Beast Boy still did not stop.

He kept humping, pumping, fucking, filling, using her, at the same time he licked and lathered his moist tongue all over her already gushing folds. Raven came again first, but the taste of her on his tongue must have sent Beast Boy over the edge, because he grunted suddenly and bucked harder than she had yet seen, driving even the tip of his sheath against her lips as his body was wracked with shudders.

When he finally pulled away almost two full minutes later, Raven sat up, then burped. A white-yellow bubble burst past her lips, and she giggled giddily. A glance downward sent her into a half-hysterical paroxysm of laughter. Her stomach almost looked like she was four or five months pregnant, there was so much of his cum in there!

"Think... think I had breakfast already," she chuckled as she shakily climbed off Beast Boy and turned to face him, patting her belly comically.

Beast Boy shifted back as she moved, but she could not understand why he stared at her stomach like that, his eyes wide with something, some emotion she could not understand.

It was a conflicting mess, far more than even his usual self was.

She was too high on pleasure to care, though. Instead, she only urged him to leave the room before someone noticed where he was or came looking for them, so she could get dressed.

Beast Boy, on his way out, was distracted by what it might look like if, in some far-off future, Raven was actually carrying not just his seed, but his child.
It was an eye-opening experience for him.

So maybe he could be excused for not noticing Starfire glancing his way, sleepy-eyed, as she made her way to breakfast.

The Tamaranean princess didn't say anything about it, though, nor did she seem to particularly care that he was coming out of Raven's room at something like seven in the morning, rumpled, as if he had slept there.

Why would she? She had just left Robin's room, after all.