Beast Boy had been jumpier that usual since the encounter with
Slade's dart at the park a few days previously. He jumped at every little
noise and wouldn't go out in public alone, especially if he was going to
the park. Cy and Raven were constantly on his case about it, but Star and
Robin were sympathetic. They seemed to understand his irrational fear.
BB headed to his room, keyed open the door and let it slide shut behind him. He crossed the room to his stereo and switched it on, threw in a Rob Zombie CD, and cranked the volume loud enough to block out all other sound. He flopped onto his bed and, leaning over the side, dug under it and came up with a thick, hardbound black book, searched his nightstand for his favorite felt-tipped pen, and opened the book. The book was his journal, and he wrote in it nearly every day, often filling five or six pages and a time. No one knew he kept these journals, even though a stack of identical journals, their pages filled, dominated a corner of his closet behind his vast comic book collection. He nibbled on the end of his pen for a moment before writing.
The other day at the park, someone or something shot me with a dart, and, to say the least, the experience scared the living shit out of me. Cy and Rae just don't seem to get how I feel about it. I mean, seriously, if they were jumping out of the top of a tree and were shot with a dart, causing them to fall unconscious and plummet fifty feet through the air. To top it all off, we have no clue why Slade is going around shooting darts and me and Star. Who will be next? Or are Star and myself his only targets? I am in constant fear waiting for someone else to fall over, passed out, with a dart sticking out of their body somewhere. All this waiting is pure hell. Sometimes I just want to run to the roof and scream "Here I am Slade, come and get me! Do your worst!!!" Would it do any good? Probably not. Robin would think that I had totally lost it. No one ever takes me seriously. How could they? I'm green for fuck's sake. Who would take a green guy seriously?
Warning, this next section contains lemon-y goodness, and possibly more, should the inspiration strike. If you find this content offensive in any way, then proceed to the next section, indicated by the solid black line. You have been warned.
Down the hall, in robin's room, the scene taking place was far more intimate. Robin lay atop Starfire on his bed, and they were making out.
Robin loved the way Star tasted, his tongue dipping in and out of her mouth. He pulled her closer to him, wanting so much more, but not sure how she would react, or if she was even ready for such intimacy. He pulled his mouth from hers and groaned in longing and desire.
"What is wrong, Robin?" Star asked him, worried, "Have I done something displeasing to you?"
"Of course not, Star," robin sighed, "it's just that I want so much more of you than this...." His voice trailed off, "I want all of you, but I don't know if you are ready for that or not."
"I love you Robin, I want to please you, and I want more of you. If more is what you desire, that you shall have it." With that, she floated out from under him and hovered in the air a few feet from him, inched off the ground. Slowly, she pulled off her boots, revealing long bronze legs, smoother than silk or satin ever could be. Crossing her arms, she gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing a lace bustier in a deep scarlet. Slowly, sensuously, she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She ran her hands over her, body, cupping her breasts, and sliding her hands slowly to her stomach and then to her legs. She lowered herself onto Robin and kissed him deeply.
"Is this what you desired, Robin my love?" she whispered, nipping at his ear and neck playfully.
"Oh, yes, unbelievably bad," His voice husky with lust and passion.
Star's hands strayed to his utility belts, unbuckled it, and dropped it to the floor. She pulled at his cape, and he assisted her, finding the hidden seam that concealed a series of miniscule snaps, yanked them apart, and flung it to the floor. She pulled his shirt over hi head, revealing well-toned pectoral and abdominal muscled, as well as rippling biceps. She trailed her fingernails over his shoulders and back, digging them in slightly, causing Robin to groan with desire. Robin managed to kick off his boots while Star fiddled with the zipper on his pants. He peeled off his gloves, then reached up, cupping her left breast in his hand, rubbing his thumb over her nipple, already hard with lust. He felt himself stiffen in his pants, groaning softly. He sat up, star straddling his lap, his fingers searching for the hooks that would free her from the lace and wire, revealing that skin he wanted so desperately to touch, to kiss, to ravish with his tongue until she moaned with desire. At last his fingers found what he wanted and, one by one, he released every clasp until he could peel the fabric away from her breasts. He gazed and her, revealed to him. Her breasts were the same bronze as the rest of her body, the nipples a deeper shade of brown. He lowered his mouth and caught a nipple between his teeth.
Star gasped with delight at the new sensations that filled her body. Robins tongue swirled around her nipple, first one way and then the other, his teeth grazing her skin causing her to shudder with pleasure. She drifted upward, allowing him to peel off the rest of the garment. He laid her on the bed and stared at her, her beauty fully revealed. Wisps of red- gold hair hid the area between her legs from full view. He knelt on the floor, pulling her toward him, pushing her legs apart to reveal his prize. He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue darting in and out, bringing her to new height of pleasure that she had never known existed. She arched her back, quickly approaching her first orgasm. As she climaxed, her body writhing under his expert tongue, her honey liquid poured forth, Robin eagerly lapping every bit of it up.
Robin sat up, wiping his mouth across his forearm. Star pulled her to him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, tasting herself in him, wrapping her legs about his waist.
"I want all of you," she hissed in his ear, "I want you inside me"
Robin stood, shedding his pants, his engorged member springing forth. Star gasped at the sheer size of it. Would it be able to fit her? It looked to large. He crawled toward her on the bed, until he was laying on top of her. He kissed her for several minutes.
"Are you sure you want this, Star?" he needed to have her approval, because there would be no turning back once he got started.
"More that anything," she whispered back.
He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly began to push in, cradling Star to him as he did, knowing he would cause her pain. As Star felt him enter her, a white-hot burning pain filled her, and she gave a soundless gasp. Robin cradled her, taking her as gently as possible. He reached her barrier, and paused for and instant before giving one hard thrust and crashing though it. She cried out in pain, a tear trickling from the corner of one tightly shut eye.
After a moment, he began to thrust steadily. The pain was gone, and now there was only pleasure. Again and again, he brought her to heights she had never known, forcing her to the edge, only to bring her back down again.
"Oh, faster, Robin, faster," she begged. He obliged. She wrapped her legs around his waist to allow him to thrust into her deeper that before. He could feel himself approaching his own release, and he drove in harder and faster.
"Robin, ooohhh, Rob-b-ii-ii-nnnn!" she cried out as she climaxed like never before, waves of pleasure washing over her as she came again and again.
"Star, on god," Robin gasped as he released himself into her. He had never known such pleasure. He was drowning in it. Finally spent, he collapsed on top of her, both of then gasping for air.
Out in the main room, where Cy was playing a video game and Raven was reading, they both looked up as they heard various cries issuing from the hallway. They looked at each other, and Raven quirked and eyebrow.
"Sounds like someone finally decided to take a little romp in the feathers." She commented dryly, returnink to her book.
Well, that's all for now. This chapter was my first lemon ever, so R&R and let me know what you think!
Special thanks to all those who gave me input on previous chapters, it was very helpful.
Thanks again, Aliciana Nightbreeze
BB headed to his room, keyed open the door and let it slide shut behind him. He crossed the room to his stereo and switched it on, threw in a Rob Zombie CD, and cranked the volume loud enough to block out all other sound. He flopped onto his bed and, leaning over the side, dug under it and came up with a thick, hardbound black book, searched his nightstand for his favorite felt-tipped pen, and opened the book. The book was his journal, and he wrote in it nearly every day, often filling five or six pages and a time. No one knew he kept these journals, even though a stack of identical journals, their pages filled, dominated a corner of his closet behind his vast comic book collection. He nibbled on the end of his pen for a moment before writing.
The other day at the park, someone or something shot me with a dart, and, to say the least, the experience scared the living shit out of me. Cy and Rae just don't seem to get how I feel about it. I mean, seriously, if they were jumping out of the top of a tree and were shot with a dart, causing them to fall unconscious and plummet fifty feet through the air. To top it all off, we have no clue why Slade is going around shooting darts and me and Star. Who will be next? Or are Star and myself his only targets? I am in constant fear waiting for someone else to fall over, passed out, with a dart sticking out of their body somewhere. All this waiting is pure hell. Sometimes I just want to run to the roof and scream "Here I am Slade, come and get me! Do your worst!!!" Would it do any good? Probably not. Robin would think that I had totally lost it. No one ever takes me seriously. How could they? I'm green for fuck's sake. Who would take a green guy seriously?
Warning, this next section contains lemon-y goodness, and possibly more, should the inspiration strike. If you find this content offensive in any way, then proceed to the next section, indicated by the solid black line. You have been warned.
Down the hall, in robin's room, the scene taking place was far more intimate. Robin lay atop Starfire on his bed, and they were making out.
Robin loved the way Star tasted, his tongue dipping in and out of her mouth. He pulled her closer to him, wanting so much more, but not sure how she would react, or if she was even ready for such intimacy. He pulled his mouth from hers and groaned in longing and desire.
"What is wrong, Robin?" Star asked him, worried, "Have I done something displeasing to you?"
"Of course not, Star," robin sighed, "it's just that I want so much more of you than this...." His voice trailed off, "I want all of you, but I don't know if you are ready for that or not."
"I love you Robin, I want to please you, and I want more of you. If more is what you desire, that you shall have it." With that, she floated out from under him and hovered in the air a few feet from him, inched off the ground. Slowly, she pulled off her boots, revealing long bronze legs, smoother than silk or satin ever could be. Crossing her arms, she gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing a lace bustier in a deep scarlet. Slowly, sensuously, she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She ran her hands over her, body, cupping her breasts, and sliding her hands slowly to her stomach and then to her legs. She lowered herself onto Robin and kissed him deeply.
"Is this what you desired, Robin my love?" she whispered, nipping at his ear and neck playfully.
"Oh, yes, unbelievably bad," His voice husky with lust and passion.
Star's hands strayed to his utility belts, unbuckled it, and dropped it to the floor. She pulled at his cape, and he assisted her, finding the hidden seam that concealed a series of miniscule snaps, yanked them apart, and flung it to the floor. She pulled his shirt over hi head, revealing well-toned pectoral and abdominal muscled, as well as rippling biceps. She trailed her fingernails over his shoulders and back, digging them in slightly, causing Robin to groan with desire. Robin managed to kick off his boots while Star fiddled with the zipper on his pants. He peeled off his gloves, then reached up, cupping her left breast in his hand, rubbing his thumb over her nipple, already hard with lust. He felt himself stiffen in his pants, groaning softly. He sat up, star straddling his lap, his fingers searching for the hooks that would free her from the lace and wire, revealing that skin he wanted so desperately to touch, to kiss, to ravish with his tongue until she moaned with desire. At last his fingers found what he wanted and, one by one, he released every clasp until he could peel the fabric away from her breasts. He gazed and her, revealed to him. Her breasts were the same bronze as the rest of her body, the nipples a deeper shade of brown. He lowered his mouth and caught a nipple between his teeth.
Star gasped with delight at the new sensations that filled her body. Robins tongue swirled around her nipple, first one way and then the other, his teeth grazing her skin causing her to shudder with pleasure. She drifted upward, allowing him to peel off the rest of the garment. He laid her on the bed and stared at her, her beauty fully revealed. Wisps of red- gold hair hid the area between her legs from full view. He knelt on the floor, pulling her toward him, pushing her legs apart to reveal his prize. He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue darting in and out, bringing her to new height of pleasure that she had never known existed. She arched her back, quickly approaching her first orgasm. As she climaxed, her body writhing under his expert tongue, her honey liquid poured forth, Robin eagerly lapping every bit of it up.
Robin sat up, wiping his mouth across his forearm. Star pulled her to him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, tasting herself in him, wrapping her legs about his waist.
"I want all of you," she hissed in his ear, "I want you inside me"
Robin stood, shedding his pants, his engorged member springing forth. Star gasped at the sheer size of it. Would it be able to fit her? It looked to large. He crawled toward her on the bed, until he was laying on top of her. He kissed her for several minutes.
"Are you sure you want this, Star?" he needed to have her approval, because there would be no turning back once he got started.
"More that anything," she whispered back.
He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly began to push in, cradling Star to him as he did, knowing he would cause her pain. As Star felt him enter her, a white-hot burning pain filled her, and she gave a soundless gasp. Robin cradled her, taking her as gently as possible. He reached her barrier, and paused for and instant before giving one hard thrust and crashing though it. She cried out in pain, a tear trickling from the corner of one tightly shut eye.
After a moment, he began to thrust steadily. The pain was gone, and now there was only pleasure. Again and again, he brought her to heights she had never known, forcing her to the edge, only to bring her back down again.
"Oh, faster, Robin, faster," she begged. He obliged. She wrapped her legs around his waist to allow him to thrust into her deeper that before. He could feel himself approaching his own release, and he drove in harder and faster.
"Robin, ooohhh, Rob-b-ii-ii-nnnn!" she cried out as she climaxed like never before, waves of pleasure washing over her as she came again and again.
"Star, on god," Robin gasped as he released himself into her. He had never known such pleasure. He was drowning in it. Finally spent, he collapsed on top of her, both of then gasping for air.
Out in the main room, where Cy was playing a video game and Raven was reading, they both looked up as they heard various cries issuing from the hallway. They looked at each other, and Raven quirked and eyebrow.
"Sounds like someone finally decided to take a little romp in the feathers." She commented dryly, returnink to her book.
Well, that's all for now. This chapter was my first lemon ever, so R&R and let me know what you think!
Special thanks to all those who gave me input on previous chapters, it was very helpful.
Thanks again, Aliciana Nightbreeze