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The sun shone brightly through the clear windows of Titans Tower, a beautiful view of the metropolis of Jump City clearly visible from the heights of the massive tower. Currently, a resident of the building strided through the halls, the young princess Koriand’r, better known amongst the human population as Starfire.
The 20-year-old Titan had been a staple of the team since not long after its inception, she’d been through trials of intergalactic warfare, facing off against super terrorists, and even worse, trying to fit in and adjust as a teenager in a whole other world (no, seriously). But she was all the better for it, where before she was scared, unconfident and totally alienated, now Starfire lived proud, free, and with a whole team of trusted friends in the form of her fellow Titans.
The young woman happily took in the breeze as she walked, her infectious smile showcasing her joyful, bubbly nature.
Her personality was far from the only “bubbly” thing about her though, her tight fitting, black tank top was fit to bursting with the copious mass of Starfire’s tits, displaying mountaintops of bare cleavage that shone with the reflecting light of the sun on them and inevitably jiggled with her every step. Her bottom half wasn’t much different either, the girl’s black leggings clung onto her like a second skin, making the softness of her long, thick legs more than apparent.
Her backside somehow managed to be even more unintentionally lewd! The rounded globes of orange flesh bounced against each other with even the slightest bit of movement made them even more noticeable than their size stretching out her bottoms to their absolute limit.
As though her body flaunting just how much Starfire had won the genetic lottery wasn’t enough to spite the majority of earth women who couldn’t dream of matching up, the Tamaranean’s face was absolute perfection as well. Her well rounded face and perfectly shaped cheekbones made her visage a delight to gaze upon, and the girl’s plump lips worked along with her thick eyelashes and big, green eyes to make her the perfect image of seduction and/or envy to the masses.
With how stupidly attractive she was, she could likely make a fortune as a model, and make enough to buy a small country posing in cheesecake photos.
Alas, she had chosen the path of a hero long ago, and she was far too attached to her comrades to give up the line of work that put her closest to them.
Speaking of friends, today was a special day due to a certain close friend. It was the long-awaited return of Beast Boy to the Tower!
Starfire beamed even more at that thought, she had missed the young Changeling ever since he departed from the tower 2 years ago at the behest of his old team, the Doom Patrol, namely his adoptive father, Mento. As the orange skinned girl reached the living room, already housing the 3 other Titans as they waited for the Changeling to arrive.
“What a wonderful morning, friends!” Starfire announced, instantly drawing the attention of the others.
Nightwing looked away from the clock and smiled at Starfire for a second, before that smile quickly transitioned into a scowl, the girl’s heart panged at the expression of anger her boyfriend showed. “he’s still upset about back then” she thought to herself with guilt settling in all nine of her stomachs.
“Yeah, yeah” Raven replied in a deadpan voice “mosshead is coming back, whoopee.”
“Aw c’mon Ray, we all know you’ve missed the little guy, you always played chess with him.” Cyborg whined, his bromance with the green teen clearly still important to him.
“Yeah. He was an easy match.”
The arguing between the two that took place was the main source of noise in the living room for the next few moments, Starfire was thankful that it prevented her from having to sit with Nightwing and face the crippling silence that would definitely take place between them.
As the cybernetically enhanced Victor Stone and the half demon Raven prepared to lunge at one another, the elevator at the center of the room made a noise. Raven and Cyborg ceased their fighting and Starfire and Nightwing ceased trying to stop them as they all paused and looked at the elevator. They waited for the door to open in anticipation, each of them, in spite of their words, were eager to see their teammate just behind the door.
After what seemed like an eternity, the doors opened up and Garfield Logan stepped out. First off, the “boy” was, for lack of a better word, huge now. Where before he stood at a measly five feet and 3 inches, the changeling grew by a whole foot and at least one inch, his lanky build was now packed with muscle and his body was far bigger than before-he had to have gained at least 60 pounds since he left.
His sculpted thighs and calves bulged in his skintight suit and clinged to the muscles of his torso just as well. His face was the least changed, his green skin and innocent, fun loving smile remained along with the fangs that protruded from his set of pearly whites. His chin took a more masculine shape and his jawline squared out perfectly.
“Guess who’s back.” The teen hero said playfully “Little hint-it’s not Slim Shady.”
The Titans swarmed the Changeling immediately, eager to hear from him again after so long, all but Nightwing eagerly chatted him up and asked him about his time away. Surprisingly enough, even Raven seemed enraptured with him.
She looked up at him with wide eyes, her face no longer obscured by her cloak.
“You’re………taller”
“Oh right, I used to be your height, you haven’t changed a bit though Ray!” Garfield replied, patting her head with his big green hand to tease her.
“D-don’t touch me, jerk.” She hurriedly donned her cloak again and floated away to the confines of her room, although Starfire swore she could see a blush on the girl’s cheeks for a moment before she left.
Koriand’r embraced Gar tightly, surprised by just how different he was but comforted by the fact that he was fine. “Friend Gar! How we’ve missed you!” she exclaimed, nuzzling into his shoulder.
She inhaled his scent as she embraced him. His scent.
His scent
It was, in a word, powerful. The Tamaranean felt her mind black out for a moment, her brain overloaded with all manner of reactions to his smell. The girl was struck with confusion, and later, realization.
She liked how he smelled, the heady scent invading her nostrils as she lightly sniffed his body again. If not for Nightwing pulling her away to speak to Beast Boy himself, she may very well have ended up brazenly sniffing him for all to see, leading Starfire’s cheeks to go red with embarrassment at how she’d thrown herself at him, hoping that he didn’t notice it.
For the rest of the day, Beast Boy was showered with the attention and curiosity of his fellow Titans. Queries of what happened during his time with the Doom Patrol led to knowledge of his grueling training with his adoptive father, along with Mento having gone rogue and being defeated by his own team (though that’s a story for another day).
Soon enough, night fell over the city, and with the rise of the moon came the fall of the citizens into sleep, with the Titans themselves following not long after.
Usually, the only member who could be expected to remain awake at this time was the former boy wonder Dick Grayson, with his tendency to spend long nights training or researching ongoing cases. Tonight however, Starfire lay awake in her bed, squirming repeatedly – frustrated at her inability to sleep.
She wore the same clothes that she had earlier, and her body was slick with sweat. The Orange skinned girl’s thoughts constantly wandered back to Beast Boy, though it guilted her to admit it – there was an undeniable lust that she felt for him. Her thighs rubbed against each other as she thought back to the boy - no, the man’s addictive scent, and remembered how hypnotized she was by it.
And his body-X’hal, Beast Boy packed enough muscle to rival Nightwing now, and he was definitely taller. Starfire rolled about uncontrollably, unable to help her thoughts of Gar’s strong, thick hand, she imagined the same hands touching her – greedily grabbing and groping at her curves, holding onto her locks of red hair, pulling her willing, waiting mouth onto his big, green-
The girl jumped out of bed, panting frantically with her hands on her knees. Starfire wanted to fulfill her urges desperately, but her sense of loyalty to Nightwing made such a thing unthinkable, the two were obviously not on good terms, but that didn’t mean she could simply take a ride on the nethers of a fellow teammate. Even if it would feel so good.
The buxom babe stood up and took a deep breath, she was a Titan! She’d fought cosmic threats and alien warlords, she could deal with a fit of lust! She just needed some water, hydration could solve any problem after all!
The electronic door of her room opened automatically as Starfire popped her head out. Great, just a few good meters stood between her and the refrigerated bottle of water she needed to cool the heat between her thighs! And right along the way was Garfield’s room, where he was almost guaranteed to be sleeping, possibly without any clothes……….
Koriand’r trembled at the thought for a moment, before regaining her composure. She walked briskly through the hall in an attempt to pass the object of her temptation as quickly as possible. She passed his room and took a deep breath in relief.
And then it hit her again. His scent. She stopped in her tracks for what felt like an eternity, her legs felt so weak that she began to rely on her ability to float. Levitating slowly as she sniffed the air for Garfield’s scent like a cartoon mouse looking for cheese!
“I’ll just take a look at him while he’s asleep, everything will be under control if I just take a peek” She thought to herself, already entranced.
The door to the room slid open and revealed the man who’d kept the orange-skinned beauty awake all this time.
Starfire’s heart beat in her chest wildly as she saw that he wore nothing but his underwear, the bulging blood vessels atop the sculpted muscle of his limbs could clearly be seen with the light of the moon soaking in through the windows. Unlike Dick, his muscular pectorals were topped with a light coat of green hair, he truly fit his name, at least in terms of the “Beast” part.
The alien princess floated closer, hesitantly at first before eagerly approaching and laying her hands on him. X’hal, his muscles were absolutely incredible, the hardness of his bulging biceps was simply wonderful to touch, and Star was quickly absorbed in the feeling, traveling further down from his pecs to his sculpted abdomen.
By that point, her eyes traveled faster than her hands, and as she settled her soft digits on his abs she quickly caught a look at his boxers. The girl’s eyes bugged out at the sight, his bulge was bigger than anything she’d imagined dwelling between a man’s legs, Starfire was no inexperienced girl either, she’d had two husbands before coming to earth!
Beast Boy’s manhood, even sheathed beneath the fabric of his boxers, outclassed them to a point where it simply wasn’t fair. Strangely enough, Starfire held no doubt as she stared brazenly at the thick, throbbing length that the Changeling barely contained in his underwear, the fabric was practically fit to bursting with the tension of his semi!
The girl’s heart pounded, her lust having knocked away any feelings of guilt or hesitation and leaving her only with the eager anticipation of a high school girl approaching her crush as she laid her hands on the hem of his underwear. She pulled down, slowly, stopping as she saw the thick patch of pubic hair at his pelvis, biting her lip at the heady scent his crotch emitted.
And then she went further, the base of his cock being unveiled before her eyes, rubbing her thighs at the sight of it. The lips of her pussy were practically drooling now, begging for the beast (no pun intended) before them to push into its wet canal. Starfire was only more turned on when she realized she’d be leaving her scent, with his animal senses Beast Boy was sure to smell her lust by morning.
She caught herself in fantasies of how he would react, imagining him flying into a lustful haze and moving into her room to take her and satiate his primal hunger.
She was so close, just one tug and the object her lust fixated on would finally be revealed to her. Her breath hastened as she tightened her grip and pulled-
And the buzzing sound of her communicator rang.
Starfire zipped back to her room with superhuman speed, cursing whoever dared to call her when she was about to see the thick, veined organ of her dreams.
She checked the communicator, hoping that this was something important (for the sake of the caller of course) only to see the name of her sister, Blackfire on its display.
She was certainly experiencing many surprising reunions.