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Part 5

Raven, Rachel Roth, Raven of Azarath, whatever name she went by, was a Teen Titan. A hero. She was supposed to be a hero.

She was even practicing, training, for that very occupation along with her teammates.

Not a pervert.

Or at least, she had thought she wasn't a pervert. She was older than all of her teammates, largely because time on Azarath, where she had been born, flowed differently than in the larger universe. Well, Starfire might be older, too, it was hard to measure years of captivity when her slavemasters had done everything they could to keep her in the dark. But at least she had existed in the physical, observable universe, so they could figure out exactly how old she was, if necessary.

With Raven, it was a bit harder. She did not know, had not bothered to keep track- no one had- of exactly when she had come to the demi-plane created by her mentor, who gave it his name. Chronologically, she might be nearing her sixteenth birthday, but she had lived, been alive, for decades of subjective time. It took that long to master the very basics of the soul-based magic she wielded to such devastating effect in combat. For most people, it took a century or more, but her nature as a half-demon had given her a bit of an advantage in that respect: her soul-self was just that much closer to the surface, since demons were, in many ways, souls made manifest.

The downside was that it also meant her emotions were closer to the surface, too. That could be considered a strength, and for many demons or Cambions like herself it was. Those, generally, were the ones who gave into their passion, their anger, their hatred, and used them to fuel suffering across the planes and dimensions of the vast multiverse.

Raven hated being emotional, because it was through those emotions that her powers were fueled, too. She liked being a hero, she liked being able to help. It was a strange dichotomy, though. Emotions gave her power above that of most beings... and were her greatest weakness. So she hated them, as much as she needed them.

It was why, weeks ago now, she had been distracted in a similar circumstance and gotten knocked out by a blow she should have seen coming proverbial miles away, and woke up severely concussed and with skull and spinal injuries a day later. Now, she was forbidden from engaging in active sparring or missions for a little while longer, just a couple of days. Thankfully, she healed fast. That was one benefit of her nature, at least. The magic she used to further increase that healing was another, yes, and it was largely due to those two combined that what might have put a human in peril and ensured 'light activity only' for years, or the remainder of their life, had only kept her bed-ridden for three days, off-duty for a week, and on light duty for now just over a month.

If nothing else, it had prevented years of physical rehabilitation.

Not many humans survived being mauled (or just punched) by a thirteen-hundred-pound ape, after all, and fewer still walked it off.

He, Beast Boy, was doing just fine. Why wouldn't he be?

Sure, he had nearly killed his team-mate, but they all knew- and Raven had even publicly acknowledged- that it was her fault, not his. Yes, his swing had been hard, but if she had been paying attention and not distracted, she would have dodged it easily or blocked, deflected, something. He'd felt guilty for more than a week afterward, too, which was what had prompted her own admission of guilt. Even then, the green-haired little runt had felt bad... but that had changed when she had...

Had jerked off his dog-form. Then let him go down on her as a Great Dane a day later.

For a being who prided herself on basically being asexual, near-emotionless, Raven, Teen Titan, was feeling a great number of emotions lately, and anything but what her apparent age-group were calling 'ace'. In fact, she was feeling... well, quite sexual, lately. Not just sexual, but very, strangely, mysteriously, oddly, unusually Garfield Logan-sexual.

Not the humanoid form. At least, not usually, though there were occasionally hints of lust as usual, just like the ones she had tamped down for over a year now. But for everything else he could turn into. Which was, to be perfectly honest, a lot.

Her natural curiosity had led her to see what happened when she pleasured the sleeping Beast Boy as a lap dog. Her curiosity and lust had driven her to let Beast Boy transform into the much larger dog and lick and lap at her folds until she was near climax, and then climb down onto the floor and suck off the huge, pink dick it sported while he brought her to an incredible orgasm.

It had felt so amazing! The taste of his dog-cum was delicious, potent and thick, and almost as soon as Beast Boy had left her room, she had shoveled as much of what had sprayed over her into her mouth as possible before showering and going to sleep... but she had gone to sleep craving more.

Six days later, she'd let him do it again, and had simply started with giving the dog-form a blowjob from the beginning while he went down on her again. That time, she had climaxed twice.

Raven had not dared to encourage her team mate to come to her room at night again. It was simply too distracting, and she worried that the others, Robin especially, would notice if their visits were too frequent. The ready-made excuse of her analyzing Beast Boy's often chaotic dreams would only hold up for so long if it came out.

As much as he was emotionally attached to Raven in ways she absolutely, positively was not attached to him, she knew full well he was getting more out of their strange relationship than she was at the moment. She was fine with that, because he wanted more than he was getting. Giving Beast Boy everything he wanted from her- her 'everything', in other words, including but not limited to actual love- was more than just a step too far, it was thousands of parsecs too far.

The problem was that she wanted more, too.

A little taste of the small dog, a bigger taste of the much larger dog, then again with full-on willingness the second time... there had been no hesitation, only eagerness to do it again. And again! She wanted that cum, stinky and thick, and she wanted it soon. Now, in fact. She could maybe wait for tonight, but she didn't want to. She certainly didn't want to wait until tomorrow. Yes, she really, really wanted that cum, and for the dog's rough, thick tongue to make her climax, too.

Not work on her leg-lifts, or the cool-down stretches after her training regiment was done. At least this way, she had some eye-candy.

The T-Rex was as obviously male as everything else Gar had changed into in the last months, rather than the usual androgynous forms he had once taken. But since it was a reptile, the strange, knobbed appendages it might have sported were hidden inside its body behind the thick, leathery skin. Its tongue wasn't really doing it for her either, though it was as large as her arm, but the beast was thickly muscled.

A moment later, the form spun and shifted, changing briefly into a huge sea-bird. An albatross, perhaps? She wasn't that familiar with birds outside of her namesake.
No, that form wouldn't do it for her.

Before it could soar across the area currently reserved for Beast Boy's larger transformations, it had changed again into a rhinocerous.

Raven's legs paused mid-flex. It was ugly, wrinkled... but it had some potential. The member hung nearly down to the ground as he used the momentum the albatross had given to charge forward at an imagined foe. It swung back and forth, bent in strange places almost like a lightning-bolt symbol, but thick and ridged on either side with almost a flanged, plate-like thing that pointed up toward its body... there was no way she could get more than the tip of the arm-sized appendage in her mouth, but thinking about it in other ways...

Raven shook her head, then followed the action with her whole body as she tried going back to her work-out routine. What in the infinite layers of the Infernal Abyss was she thinking?

She couldn't allow herself to- to think about Beast Boy that way! She was not going to let him actually claim her! They were satisfying each other because it felt good, because they were friends, because... well, there were reasons.

There was no reason to let that obnoxious, arrogant, pin-headed green smear have sex with her!

She glared as the rhino became a hammerhead shark which fell six more inches toward the ground, but was suddenly a small mouse that dropped only two inches, still running forward. Then a parrot, a gigantic, head-sized tarantula, a panther, a baboon, a weasel. Beast Boy pounded through every form he could think of as fast as possible.

She knew from familiarity that he was at the most intense part of his own training regimen as designed by he and Robin, with input from all of them, just like her own had been designed by her and Robin, with inputs from each. The objective was not just to practice changing forms from one to another directly, but to do so as quickly as he possibly could.

With a set sequence, they knew he could do most transformations in just under a second, with only large size differences or switching between simple invertebrates and complex creatures like advanced mammals extending the minimum time to about three seconds. Doing it on the fly was significantly harder, since Beast Boy's ability required him to know quite a lot about how the animals he transformed worked biologically, their organs, major muscle masses, size and shape, distribution of weight and bone structure, all played a huge part in his survival or even ability to transform at all. It was a lot of information to process in a very short amount of time. It was also how she knew he was, in truth, quite intelligent. She could not handle that, but Beast Boy could.

He was certainly creative, too, as just deciding what to turn into took about half of the time between each transformation according to Garfield's own description of the effects of the training.

He started changing faster, and Raven's exercise slowed as she watched in awe.

The giant wolf became a giraffe, then an ermine, a hedgehog, a cougar- the second giant cat he'd transformed into this sequence- then a little green canary, a cheetah, the third cat, which burst into motion, running faster than anything else she had seen on land. Then a pronghorn that leaped into the air, became a crocodile, then a flying opossum, an aardvark, a huge-eared jerboa that bounced once on the ground as it became a huge boar that snorted as it ran past the closest point to her, squealing and snorting on stubby little legs that blurred with the speed.

Angels and devils, that screw-shaped cock looked amazing...

A raccoon bounded into the air, became a koala, then a capybara, which landed as a llama, tumbled and fell but still transformed into an anaconda (oh, that might be good too, for different reasons) before becoming a dolphin for only a moment, then an octopus- a giant octopus, some ten feet across from the tip of one tentacle to the other side- and...

Raven shivered again as, despite herself, she imagined those suckers tugging and pawing at her nipples, two of them twisting and turning inside her at the same time, one in her...

Fuck no, she shuddered, what is wrong with you?

The thought didn't leave her, though, until the momentum continued with a long-haired, green horse galloping a full circle as it slowed, chest heaving and panting.

No... oh, no. Not a horse...

Raven wiped drool from her mouth, praying to whatever gods or even demons that might be listening that none of her teammates noticed where here attention had been for the last minutes. She had watched Beast Boy change, train, before... but not been staring at his dick while she did!

At least the wet patch in her black workout shorts could be explained away as sweat. Even if hers was starting to dry.

Somehow, she was able to keep her attention on her own cool-down, pointedly not looking at the last bits of her team-mates' workouts.

The showers were only marginally better.

Everyone knew the younger, legitimate princess of Tamaran was beautiful.

Objectively, at any rate. Sure, she had orange-tinted skin, like someone with way too much spray-on tan... but on her it was natural, and looked much better. That skin was also the outer shell of a figure most supermodels would literally murder for. Full breasts, firm and perky- DD's. Of course. A narrow waist, wide, curvy hips- but not too curvy, of course, with full, pouty lips, long, luscious red hair just a little to magenta-tinted to be natural on a human but, like with her hair, perfectly normal on her alien physiology...

And of course, as was proudly on display (or at least shamelessly, because that was not an emotion Starfire felt often, and especially not on the girl's side of the showers in Titans Tower), as human as necessary where it counted.

Why is even her pussy perfect? Why do I even care? What is wrong with me, lately?

It wasn't jealousy.

It really wasn't: Raven was glad her closest female friend was gorgeous, because it deflected more attention from her. Attention Raven did not want. From anyone.

... But why did she suddenly look so... so...

Delectable?

Yes, that was the right word. Delectable. Like Starfire was a dessert, fine cuisine, something to be spread out on a table and tasted delicately, before being devoured utterly.

You are a sick fuck, Raven scolded herself, as she tore her eyes away from her best friend's nude body. Perving on your friends like that in the shower...

Who cared about her being a girl? Raven didn't. Why should she? It was the two thousands. Be yourself, love who you want, all that crap was as true for her as anyone else in her 'generation'. But she was so much happier as an asexual being. Or more accurately, an anti-sexual being.

Now, with... with what had been happening with Beast Boy, the half-demon sorceress found all sorts of feelings awakening inside her, and seemingly all at once.

Acknowledging that Starfire was beautiful was easy- any idiot could see that, provided they could see at all.

Even then, most blind people Raven knew- and it was a fair few, now that she thought about it- would say the same thing, just in different ways. Star was beautiful inside and out. So nice, friendly, outgoing, kind, generous...

Gorgeous. Stunning. Captivating.

What would it feel like for her to go down on Raven? With her own powers fueled by emotion as much as Ravens were, though in a different way, Starfire had been encouraged for her whole life to experience everything as viscerally, as powerfully, as possible. To literally stoke the flames of her passion, in every way Raven had been forced by circumstance to control and corral them.

She had no doubt Star would be an amazing lover, if for her intensity and devotion to those she cared about (which seemed to be everyone, even her enemies in most cases). She also knew the alien girl and Robin- who were dating semi-secretly- weren't going that far, largely because Robin wanted to make 'sure-sure' that what he felt was love.

Raven could have told him it was. She had, in fact, told him that the emotion read to her the same as it did with many other couples who claimed love. Robin being Robin... wanted to know for himself. And that was fine.

Star didn't mind, at any rate. Her own emotions were as easy or easier to read than any human, and Raven knew from experience she felt them the same way, only more-so. If she cared, Raven would know.

Of course, her team mates, her friends, were easy to figure out. Even Beast Boy. He was a simple young man: He craved companionship, friendship, adoration (which would, hopefully, fade as he matured- he seemed the type), and of course sexual gratification and love. What teenage boy didn't? What not-asexual person didn't? He was even smart enough, emotionally mature enough, to know the difference.

Raven was not an idiot. As an empath, she knew very well how he felt. She also knew, had to admit at least to herself, that her emotional avatars were... not stupid. They were, after all, created as a way to help her process her emotions in a safe way. Love, Lust... they had been centered on Beast Boy for a long time, now. She knew how she felt, too.

The problem was, they were always among the weakest of her avatars, before. Now? They ruled the roost, so to speak, even bullying Logic and Reason into submission! The one emotion they had not truly conquered was Fear, and that was because Fear was, in her mind, Trigon the Destroyer. That avatar would not, could not, be confronted directly. Not yet. Maybe, if they somehow all survived her next birthday, it could be fought, contained, defeated. Now it simply lay mostly banished in the far reaches of her mindscape, where it belonged.

Even if it grew ever-stronger as that fateful day grew closer.

A few more months.

But in the meantime... why did the water have to glisten off Starfire's perfect, molded ass so beautifully? It shouldn't tantalize her! They were just friends. Star was with Robin, and happy.

She... She loved Beast Boy.

FUCK, she swore in her head.

You weren't supposed to admit that! Not even to yourself!

But she wasn't ready for that. Not ever, maybe, and certainly not now. Not when all of their reality could hang in the balance. Love, actually caring for someone beyond friendship and occasional pleasure, was just not in the cards for her.

If they survived... then, maybe, she could think about it.

Not until then. Too much was at stake.

Even if it tortured her, tortured Beast Boy, by giving in to their mutual desire but forcing both of them to keep the emotional components in check indefinitely... that is what she would do. She was a hero. She was used to making hard choices. Even... Even if they were terrible.
Fortunately, Starfire left the showers soon, seeming unaware of Raven's turmoil.

Once she was gone, the gray-skinned magus quickly convinced herself that she was merely pent up, in desperate need of an orgasm, and that was why she was thinking about her friend that way. If it was that bad, then there was only one recourse, too. Her hands, her toys, simply would not do.

No... only he would. But not the dog. No... she was too curious for either the big one, or the small one.

Besides... seeing Garfield's rapid sequence of changes nearly an hour ago now had given her an idea. It might be stupid, but it could be fun, too.

Decided, Raven finished her shower quickly, and used her soul-self to whisk away all the water in her hair, along her body, until she was well and truly dry without need for a towel, then dressed and returned to her room.

A little more preparation... a change of clothing, a little shift in the lighting (and who knew Cyborg's 'enhanced lighting' system would ever actually be useful...?), a little music, soft and low and slow, and then...
"Hey, BB, I'm ready to talk about- that thing you mentioned the other day. Come by my room."

The response was a bit coming, and the scrawny beanpole's voice was hurried, distracted, "Sorry, Rae, I'm in the middle of a game with Cy. I'll come by when I can!"

The line went dead.

A second beep wasn't responded to.

Raven frowned.
Scowled.

Glared downward and southwest, where she could feel her would-be lover's excitement swell and wane away, replaced by disappointment, and then rising excitement again.

Damn him, the thought to herself, staring at the lingerie she wore in the mirror. Glaring up at the mood lights, and, with a flick of her wrist, flipping the switch that shut off the audio system.

And she waited, stewing, growing ever more angry while Beast Boy won, then lost, won again, lost a third time...

And finally, eventually, knocked on her door.

Needless to say, Raven was not happy when the door finally slid open.

"Garfield."

Clad in his usual relaxed wear of t-shirt and basketball shorts, socks and no shoes, Beast Boy stopped with one foot in the air, just past the threshold, the wide, fang-filled smile that split his face faltering. "Uh... y-yeah, Rae...?"

She did not call him by his first name very often. Never, unless he was in trouble. And the sorceress' tone had sent a chill down his spine, cold and emotionless.

"Look around. Tell me what you see."

Knowing a command when he heard one, Beast Boy did as she said. He could not fail to see the low lighting, with hints of lavender and purple. A soft, subtle scent of Jasmine in the air that a normal human nose might not have picked up, but that Raven- who knew him well- might remember as a favored smell, though often too over-powering. Her body, curvy and warm despite the exotic gray cast to her skin, covered in deep indigo lace that almost matched her hair, but accented it nicely.

Covered only in that.

Her finger, this time, twitched and the sound came back on.

"Uh... your room, and, uh, y-y-you..."

One of Raven's eyes twitched. "What's... different, Beast Boy?"

"You're dressed... um... up. Down? Dressed down? And your room smells... nice. And it's... uh..."

Raven smiled. Beast Boy was not fooled for a moment. He was not an empath, but he knew body language, posture, bearing, and he could scent pheromones with the best of the animal world.

That, and her smile was as frigid as her posture. "Well done. Now, a moron might think I went through considerable effort to... set a certain mood in here. To make sure a certain flowery perfume was applied in small doses so as not to overwhelm a certain nose. To pick just the right lighting and music for... a certain mood. To dress a certain way, so as to inspire a certain feeling. Does that agree with what you see, Garfield?"

He knew a trap when he saw one. It didn't mean that, like most animals, he could avoid trying to take the bait. "Y-y-yes..."

"I am not a moron. Are you, Garfield?"

"Um, I don't- I don't think so... but I kind of feel like one, right now?" He finished with a quiet, self-deprecatory chuckle as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

The girls loved that bashful look.

Raven? Eh... she could take it or leave it. She was not, after all, 'most girls'.

"I believe you are not a moron, as well. But I still have to question why, when I asked you to come to my room- given our arrangement- why I had to go through all this effort, and then wait for three hours. Do you have any idea what time it is? I should be asleep. Right now. And I usually read for three hours after evening training."

"It's, uh-" he glanced at his communicator watch, "It's elven-fifteen."

Too late, he seemed to realize the question asked had been largely, or completely, rhetorical. "S- Sorry," he hurried to add, "I didn't realize that's, um... what you were calling me for."

The same eye twitched again. "And yet... I have never, not once, called you to my personal space for any reason aside from that one."

He chuckled again, this time genuinely bashful. And curse him that it had some effect, for being real this time! "S- Sorry... I should've realized. I would have at least let you know, and only played one or two- but you know, if we start changing our schedules too much, people will know."

Damn him for being right about that, too! That damnable eye wouldn't stop twitching, either. Still... he was right. And he hadn't known. It was... annoying, but it was an honest mistake. Maybe. Raven sighed, closed her eyes, and murmured her mantra a few times under her breath. Then they opened again, and she was, at least outwardly, more relaxed. Beast Boy almost relaxed himself. "Fine. I admit I could have... communicated better myself. I can't fault you for not being a mind-reader- as if any but the most powerful could read mine, anyway. Just... unless you have something pressing, can we... get on with it?"

Slowly, a very sly grin spread over the green face, one that made Raven want to simultaneously go weak at the knees (but she didn't, damn it, not one bit!) and punch the smarmy look right off his stupid face. "Oh. You're horny, huh? Want some of that green-skin lovin'? Need some Green-Bean-Meat? Some Verdant Tofu? Some-"

"If you utter one more stupid word, I'm going to have you leave."

Wisely, his trap shut like, well, a trap springing shut.

Raven sighed. "No... no, I don't want... that. Not anymore. Just... be fuzzy. Like... a fluffy tiger, or something."

"Oh... kay..." Beast Boy seemed confused, but he complied, and soon there was a green- and black-striped tiger, five times larger than herself, on the floor of her room. At least now the door had shut, so if one of the others walked by she wouldn't be standing there in what was clearly meant-to-be-seen lingerie, even if in some ways it was less revealing than her normal work uniform.

"Lay down, you oaf," Raven chuckled, "No, not on my bed! No fur on my bed!"

If he thought it was demeaning to be forced to lay down on the floor, Beast Boy didn't show it. Instead, he only gave a very human (for a giant cat) shrug, then padded to the center of the space, turned three times in a circle, then flopped down with a great whuff of air before looking up at her expectantly with one arm beneath his head.

Raven didn't, honestly, know what she wanted. Yes, she was, in fact, horny. But she was still mad at him, even if she knew that anger was largely irrational. Moreso, she was mad at herself. At her lack of control, her wants, her desires.

And she knew of only one way to fix all of that, even if it ran counter to everything she'd ever been taught.

She got down on her knees, then leaned over the fluffy mass of body-heat and fur (at least she wasn't allergic!), and pressed herself against him. It was...

Well, as hugs go, probably in the bottom half of one percent for 'most awkward'. The only way it could be more awkward, Raven imagined, was if there were witnesses.

He was just too big, to warm, too inhuman, to give a proper hug to. Especially with him laying down like that. "Roll," she eventually commanded.

With an amused purr, one which made Raven's own hackles rise with the subsonic timbre of it even as the feeling that washed out of him made her smile, Beast Boy flopped onto his side. And there, amid the whiter, or at least lighter green, fur she nestled into his belly, even laid down and pressed herself against him, face to collar. And there they stayed.

"I'm sorry," she eventually said, some time, when his breathing had begun to even out, but had not yet settled into sleep. "I'm sorry I'm... not what you want me to be. I'm sorry I can't be. Maybe not ever."

He rumbled, and Raven was hit with the distinct impression, thanks to the same empathy that was such a useful bother most of the time, that he was curious, concerned, but not yet willing to pry... but he was willing to listen, even if he wasn't allowed to wear a human face when he did so. Human-ish, at least.

"I know how you feel, Gar. I... I wish I could feel the same. I want to. But I can't. Not yet. After... in a year... maybe. If... if we're all still around, and things are okay... then maybe."

It was a scant hope. She couldn't say too much, she didn't want to worry them. Any of them. Especially not Garfield Logan.

Fuck and damn both of them for even allowing it in the first place! Him, for being so... so him, and her for falling for it!

"I like you, Gar. I do. I just... it can't be more. And I can't tell you why. I'm sorry it hurts... but I hope it helps, too. Us. This... whatever we are. Because I don't want it to stop, but if it hurts you more than it helps... I will. Just tell me- that's the rule, right? It's only okay as long as we're both okay."

She jumped when a massive paw tapped the back of her head, then moved to her chin and tilted her head forcefully up.

The green eyes, deep pine so like his normal human ones,wide-pupiled and almost round in the now-darkened lighting, shone in the dark, pulling her in. They were warm, soft, caring... definitely his eyes. She could never mistake them. He didn't change, didn't speak.

But he nuzzled down, pressing his nose against hers, then the huge, thick and rough tongue darted out to deliver a huge, six inch wide line of slobber from her chin to her forehead.

The reflexive blast of power that shoved him away was well deserved, Raven thought, and the flick that sent his saliva back at him in her anger only made the still-skidding, rolling tiger actually laugh. It was a strange sound, but it was unmistakably a human in a tiger's body trying to laugh.

And it made her chuckle too, the little shit-stain. "Screw you, Beast Boy! That's the last time I ever try and talk about- about feelings with you!"

Half-felt repentance washed out of him, along with a great deal more amusement. She hadn't meant to hurt him, and he wasn't hurt. In fact, the tiger that was part of him was more playful than anything. That same attitude continued as he padded toward where Raven now knelt, his eyes locked on hers as the massive shoulders rolled with each step, the tail swaying from side to side as he pawed forward.

"Gar...?"

His nose bumped her forehead again, gentler this time, and then a paw landed on her breastbone, before he pushed her onto her back. "Gar, I-"

Somehow, in a very un-cat-like fashion, one 'finger' landed on her mouth, nearly covering it. She stopped talking.

All she could feel from him was pleasure, joy, amusement, peace, contentment, and, above all else, understanding. Well, there was some confusion too, but he trusted her. Trusted her so completely that, even though he knew she was half demon, incredibly dangerous, that he didn't have to know her secrets to be happy. Maybe he was more mature than she thought. Maybe... he was more mature than she was. Maybe the most mature of all of them.

Somehow, the tiger smiled... then the same claw, his right forepaw she noticed, which fit because Garfield was definitely right handed, hit the top of the thin purple lace, and pulled. Hard. The cloth shredded between the sharp claw and his overwhelming force, and Raven snarled. "Garfield! I liked that-"

She shut up as he growled again, the snorted. Returning to gentleness, the paw continued downward, sliding the curve of his single claw against her skin, while the razor sharp edge cut through her clothing as if it was wet paper, until just above her pelvis, he suddenly tore it to the side, and the last little bit fluttered, then slid down her skin, laying her front side bare.

Raven knew that, even with the lights down low, he was a cat. He could see perfectly well even if he wasn't, thanks to the animal traits that carried over. Like this, it may as well have been daylight. She felt a small wash of embarrassment, all her own. From Beast Boy... there was only desire, flaring hot and heady as he stared down at her.

Lavender nipples rose and stiffened in the air, not because it was cool- she didn't react to temperature like that, thanks to her demonic nature- but because of desire herself. Her belly was stretched taut, and she wanted nothing more than for the tiger to lave the same tongue down it, caress the flesh there, her navel... and then go lower, to the warm slit that must be drenched.

Whiskers and snout twitched, and the tiger grinned again.

Satisfaction swelled: he knew what he was doing to her.

Raven gulped. She knew what he wanted- it was what many mothers told their daughters all men wanted. And she burned, just a little, with shame that she wasn't ready for that, and maybe never would be. Because she wanted it, too. "Not all the way," she whispered, "I... I want to, Gar. I do. But I can't. Please understand."

He nodded, the whiskers shaking again as he stepped forward so the gigantic head was over her torso, seemingly the whole thing. Testing, she felt, like... testing water, to see if it was deep.

She had seriously underestimated Garfield Logan's emotional state and maturity if he was capable of that, when she could see that- holy fucking mother of Anubis, that was a big dick.

It stared at her, thin and conical at the tip closest to her breasts, swaying a centimeter or less over her ribs as she inhaled, an inch at most as she exhaled, but it rapidly moved to a girth closer to that of her wrist, long and pink and exposed, almost dog-like in a way, but with rings of bumps and protrusions along it that looked both soft and hard at the same time. It would, she knew, feel absolutely amazing inside her... even if it would hurt so badly.

Her Cambion self cried out for her to do it, for what was pain if not pleasure in another form? She was a half-demon, she could and would likely relish it.

Raven couldn't see how long it was, but judging by the tiger's size... twenty or more inches? Thirty?

It didn't matter, really, because she knew he would listen. As much as Garfield wanted sex, wanted it with her (and she didn't blame him, given his relative experience and all the stories even she had heard- not read, there certainly wasn't a hidden shelf of romance books behind the bookshelf in her room, no), she knew he would not press. He was just too noble for that, even if she wished sometimes he wasn't.

But the shaft still lay against her belly as his haunches slipped and flexed, pressing the scalding-hot meat against her abdomen. It was moist, so hot it almost burned, though she was as resistant to regular, normal heat as she was to cold, but it made her feel so... so alive.

Her hands closed around it, cool and soft, and the tiger over her chuffed in pleasure as the hips thrust forward on reflex. She pressed his length against her, forming a bit of a sheath as the tip rose to crest between her breasts, which her arms held up thanks to the position alone. "You can do it," she urged, both serious and lusty as she looked up at the animal's eager face. "Use my body, Garfield... I want you to feel good too, remember? I'll help you."

He purred again, and this time the sound made her whole body shake as it rumbled, tickling her belly with the fur on his, the huge cock vibrating like a machine, as he pumped again, long and slow, the tip dragging a snail-like trail of pre-cum from her breasts to her navel and back. The purr deepened.

"You like that, Gar?"

The tiger's head nodded, and he stroked again.

Raven felt her own eyes flutter- the tiger's hanging scrotum had slapped her pussy lightly, but firmly. "Pillow. Get me a pillow."

With an almost dog-like whine, he turned away, and brought the nearest back with his teeth. Raven pushed it under her pelvis for a bit of support, and then beckoned him back.

Once he was in position again, he started stroking once more... and Raven sighed in bliss as the same cock dragged itself over her clit, the very top of it just touched by the smooth, silky skin of the tiger's penis. "Fuck, that feels re-really good, Gar..."

She wanted to say more. Needed it, almost, but there was nothing more to be said. She told him she knew... told him she couldn't, but wanted to... no, it would have to do for now. The moment for talking had passed. Now, it was all about pleasure. Her lust being satisfied, her curiosity, her strange, weird, almost Quixotic desire for the abnormal- she blamed her demonic side, if for no other reason than because she could- for the forms and shapes of animals. That... and his. She wanted to do it for him. Because she cared, and didn't want Garfield to regret... her.

Never, ever, ever that.

Even if she could not be what he truly wanted.

He started rutting faster.

Raven moaned, sighed, and started to pant along with him, her pelvis rising under its own volition to let his cock thrum and press and slide along her channel as he fucked her stomach, her belly, and the start of the valley between her breasts, just capping inside. Even that was dripping now, burning hot with need as his tip moved into the crevice, buried almost womb-like.

She could see in his eyes how much he really did truly love her... and how much he desired her. They were not quite inseparable. He was not yet that emotionally mature. Then again, neither was she. She would... no. No, that wasn't worth thinking about right now.

What mattered was that she was happy, and so was he.

Finally, his body tensed and shuddered, and the tiger's semen, thick and gloriously creamy, smooth like fresh-churned butter, blasted against her breasts, between them, swelling and pushing them apart.

But he didn't stop.

Raven moaned as the tiger kept moving, and the amusement in Beast Boy overpowered everything but pleasure.

Another orgasm on his part followed... and a third, five minutes after that.

On his fourth, some eight minutes later, he was humping faster, furiously, and she climaxed, too, moaning his name, Garfield, into his fuzzy neck.

Another one, his sixth, and then seventh, and she cried out, "Beast Boy!" her whole body arching as he nearly fell over her, the great weight and mass of the tiger pinning her to the floor as he climaxed again, what seemed like gallons of semen covering her entire torso, dripping onto the floor, her hair, her ruined lingerie, even a few more powerful spurts going up into her hair, leaving a single trail down her right cheek...

She was in heaven.

She didn't want it to end. And it didn't, until well after two in the morning, when even a tiger's semi-famous ability to climax again and again was sated, and Beast Boy was just too tired to continue.

Both were sticky, smelly, and utterly disgusting when they woke up in the morning, but even Raven would not make Beast Boy run to his room like that, where anyone could see- or smell.

So while her soul-self scoured the floor, her lost undergarments, herself, of any trace the air-scrubbers hadn't fixed already, he showered in her own.

When he dashed to his room, turning into a fly as he went out the door, she hurried in to take his place.

Soul-self or not, some scalding hot water was just the ticket after a night like that.

For some stupid reason, Raven could just not wipe that idiotic grin- his grin, she felt- off her dumb face.

She almost didn't even care. Almost.