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Courtesy Call
Chapter 1-Garfield Logan/Beast Boy x Barbara Minerva/Cheetah
The room looked fucked to ruin.
Beast Boy's bed had ceased to resemble furniture. Sheets hung off the sides in twisted, sodden ropes, dark with sweat and other slicker evidence. Pillows lay burst and discarded across the floor, one split open enough to spill feathers into a corner where a torn silk blanket had been kicked and trampled. The mattress showed through in broad, ugly patches, mussed and stained, marked by damp handprints, smeared glosses, and the drying ghosts of repeated release. Streaks of cum had dried to a pale tack on the sheets in one place and still glistened wetly in another. Sweat salted the air. Sex clung to everything.
And in the middle of that private wreckage, Beast Boy and Cheetah still touched.
She lay half over him, half tangled in the ruined bedding, one powerful leg draped across his thighs, her feline body flushed and damp and marked everywhere his mouth and hands had wanted too much to stop. Her hair was a brown storm over his chest and shoulder, wild from sleep and sex alike. Her lips were swollen from hours of kissing. Her breasts, full and heavy and still slick with sweat, bore the most recent proof of him in thick white streaks across their upper curves, some already drying into a pearly glaze, some still wet enough to shine. Lower, her stomach and thighs showed older traces, thumb-smeared and half cleaned by skin and friction and more sex piled on top of it.
Beast Boy looked a little better. His scarred chest gleamed with the last damp of effort. Fresh claw marks cut angry red over old pale scars. There were half moon bites at his shoulder and collarbone where Cheetah had lost control and loved him harder for it. His green hair was ruined, damp and flattened on one side, sticking to his temple. One hand rested low over her hip as if even now he had no intention of letting her drift farther than that.
The room made sense in fragments.
A memory of Cheetah on her back in the middle of the bed, sheets snarled around her legs while Beast Boy drove into her with the desperate rhythm of a beast long past reason, her claws carving down his back hard enough to leave him striped, both of them slick enough that every thrust made the bedding slide and bunch under them.
A later blur at the window, city lights far below, the 35 years old woman braced against the glass while the 25 years old man fucked her from behind until the pane fogged around them and their animalistic bodies left broad wet smears in the condensation. He had come over her stomach there, hot ropes striping her belly and lower breasts while she laughed breathlessly and pulled him back into another kiss before either of them had truly finished shaking.
Then the bed again. Always the bed again. Cheetah riding him with her hair plastered to her throat and shoulders, breasts jolting and shining, Beast Boy's hands full of her waist and ass as she took her pleasure in deep, punishing rolls. The mattress had soaked beneath them from sheer effort, from sweat, from come, from the obscene wet drag of bodies that had stopped caring about clean surfaces hours ago.
Another fragment. Him pulling out and spilling over her chest, then later burying himself to the hilt and finishing inside her while she clung to him and bit his shoulder to keep from crying out too loudly.
Now there was only the soft, wrecked peace after all of that. Cheetah pressed a lazy kiss to Beast Boy’s collarbone. He answered by smoothing his hand once over her hip, thumb dragging through the damp warmth there. She smiled against his skin, small and ruined and satisfied.
Around them the room stayed gloriously filthy, sticky, stained, and fragrant with devotion. Two monstrous lovers lay in the full wreckage of a night that had trashed the whole place, both of them marked, half spent, and still touching, with not a second of it worth undoing.
Chapter 2-Damian Wayne/Robin x Selina Kyle/Catwoman
The candlelight did all the work.
It pooled across the marble in trembling gold, softened the hard edges of the suite. Steam hung low over the porcelain tub. The room smelled of beeswax, jasmine, hot water, and the faint mineral trace of old stone warming under flame.
Selina lay deep in the bath, relishing in it.
The bubbles clung to her skin in white drifts that hid nothing for long. They parted over the full slope of her breasts, slipped down the smooth line of her stomach, caught for a moment in the hollow of her waist before dissolving. Her skin held a soft cream warmth under the candlelight, polished by heat and moisture. A few dark strands had escaped her loose knot and stuck to her neck and jaw. She left them there. They made her look too good to bother fixing.
She stretched one leg lazily up through the water and watched it emerge in a slow gleam, calf, knee, thigh. Her touch was slow, appreciative, not for anyone else. Fingers gliding over her own wet skin. Palm resting for a moment over one breast, feeling the heavy softness of it settle in her hand. Not sexual. Not yet.
The wine on the edge of the tub waited within easy reach. She took a sip, then lowered the glass and let the silence thicken again.
When Damian Wayne stopped in the doorway, she did not startle. She only looked at him over the rim of the glass while he froze with his tablet half lowered, all his quick bravery gone still in the face of candlelight and a woman in a bath.
"I didn't realize you were occupied," he said.
"I am," Selina answered.
He swallowed. "I can come back."
"Don't."
She said it simply, as if the room had already decided for him. Then she shifted, just enough to send a ripple through the bath and let the bubbles slide lower. The invitation was unmistakable.
"Ooooh, Fff-fuuuck!" Selina moaned loud and filthy, all silk and poise blown apart by the huge cock driving into her from behind. "Fuck! Big! So fucking big!"
The wineglass toppled and hit the marble. Water sloshed over the tub in heavy sheets. One candle guttered and spat wax. The young boy…no, he was a man now… had her on all fours in the bath, knees sliding against porcelain, one hand gripping her hip, the other braced on the rim while he fucked her hard enough to make the whole tub knock softly against the floor.
Her breasts swung beneath her, lush and heavy, skimming the water with every thrust. They bobbed and jounced, the pink brown nipples brushing the foam and coming away glistening. Her ass, round and full and slick with bathwater, took the force of his hips with a wet slap every time he drove in. He made a wreck of the whole beautiful scene in seconds.
"Fuck, that's so good!" she gasped.
He gave it to her at once.
His cock dragged out almost fully, obscenely long, then sank back in with a deep, forceful stroke that made her cry out. Water splashed up her arms and chest. Her fingers slipped on the rim. Her body kept opening for him, slick and tight and helplessly greedy, clenching around every inch. The sound of it filled the bathroom. Wet skin. Water. Breath. The rough smack of his body against her.
Robin looked destroyed above her. Hair damp and falling into his face. Mask gone. Mouth open as he watched himself disappear into her.
"Holy Allah, Selina."
His hand came down on her ass, sharp and hard. The crack of it echoed off the marble. Heat bloomed across her skin and she clamped around him so violently he groaned.
"Yes," she hissed. "Again."
The second slap landed harder. The third made her buck back against him with a broken moan. Then pleasure took her whole body by the throat. Her back arched, her thighs shook, and the orgasm ripped through her in hot, brutal waves while he kept pounding into her, relentless, soaking the floor and ruining the bath and driving her higher until there was nothing left in the room but water, heat, and the wet savage rhythm of good sex.
Chapter 3-Koriand'r/Starfire x J'onn J'onzz/Martian Manhunter
"J’ONN! HOLY X’HAL! OH FUUUUUCK!!! YEEEEESSSSS!!!"
Starfire's shriek was hoarse, a sound torn from her throat as her tall, muscular body locked into a violent, shuddering spasm. Her fingers dug deep into the Martian superhero's green, bald hair, anchoring him as his tongue worked with merciless fervor. Her sheer nightie was hiked high around her waist, drenched in the flood of her orgasm, clinging to her toned stomach as she bucked her hips fiercely against his face. Wave after wave of pure euphoria slammed into her, leaving her panting, utterly broken, sprawled against the silk sheets, her body slick and trembling.
Her older lover had been stubborn as always, and his stone-cold dismissal of her had left her with a brutal, pent-up tension she desperately needed to burn away. She craved a powerful, brutal release that only one man… or, to be more precise, another alien… could provide. Now, with her long, red hair tousled and clinging to her sweat-slicked forehead, and her thighs still quivering from the first violent climax, she looked up at the green skinned assassin. Martian Manhunter’s face was smeared with her glistening arousal. He grinned, raw and feral.
"Damn, Koriand’r, you break easier than glass" he growled, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. "A few flicks of the tongue and you're a blubbering mess."
She didn't argue. Instead, she reached between his legs, wrapping her smooth, warm hand around the length of his long, thick cock. Twelve inches of hard, veiny muscle twitched in her firm grasp. "Get over here, J’onn,” she purred, her seductive, deep voice thick with renewed hunger. "Less talking."
Martian Manhunter needed no more invitation. The tall, muscular man knelt between her long, athletic legs, spreading her thighs wide. He pressed the thick, aggressive head of his cock against her slick, swollen entrance. The young woman gasped, her entire body tensing as the immense girth pushed deep, stretching her tight walls to their limit. He drove in with one smooth, powerful thrust, burying his length and eliciting a sharp, breathy cry from her lips.
"There it is" he rasped, gripping her hips, his red eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Feel that, Starfire."
He began to move, a slow, deep churn that scraped against her deepest core, pulling a moan of pure, agonizing pleasure from her. Her sheer nightie was now nothing but a twisted mess of wet silk bunched at her hips. He picked up the pace, slamming against her with a calm, merciless efficiency, the sheer wetness making the sounds between the copulating aliens loud, obscene, and frantic. He watched her face contort in rapture, her long hair a wild curtain around her head, her magnificent breasts heaving and jiggling in front of his eyes.
He felt her inner muscles tighten around him again, sensing the coil of pleasure winding for a second, shattering climax. He pistoned faster, hitting her rougher and harder, burying himself as deep inside of her as possible.
"Come on," the Martian superhero grunted in a hoarse, deep voice, his hips slamming with furious power. "Show me those weak legs again. Scream my name."
"J’ONN! J’ONN’" the Tamaranean superheroine shrieked loudly, clutching the sheets as her own body betrayed her. The orgasm hit her like a physical blow, violent and uncontrollable. Her legs shot into the air, shaking helplessly as her pussy convulsed around his cock, flooding him with another cascade of hot, slick juices. She screamed until her voice cracked, collapsing back onto the mattress, utterly spent.
Martian Manhunter did not cum. He simply held her, his cock throbbing and full inside her trembling, wet warmth, surveying the damage he had inflicted
Chapter 4-Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler x Ororo Munroe/Storm
The eyes of Storm glazed over. New wonderful sensations went through her body. All because the man in front of her. The one and only Nightcrawler, who had introduced new sensations into her body when he kissed her, hard and vigorously. Ororo put her hand on the back of Kurt's head and guided his mouth onto hers. Their lips went together with an extremely passionate fury. His hands roamed all over her body and ensured she was going to lose her mind.
The fact of the matter was, Storm never experienced this before. And yet she wanted to experience everything. Nightcrawler pulled down her top and his hands were all over her breasts. Then his hands moved down between her legs and touched her.
"Oooh," Ororo moaned.
"Lay back," Kurt told her.
He leaned in and planted a few kisses down her body. Every kiss resulted in that forbidden desire just enticing her more and more. The black skinned woman never thought she would feel anything like this. Especially when those lips edged against her loins and started to lick her. Her body twitched and her hips rocked back and forth from the skilled tongue of the blue skinned mutant just sliding into her body. Kurt licked her hard and released her with an orgasm, kissing and sucking on her wetness to drive her completely wild.
The wet, virgin, pussy of this Goddess enticed Nightcrawler. He kissed and licked and enjoyed her, while her toned hips bucked back and forth and a solid moan erupted from her body. The German superhero enjoyed the honey trickling down the thighs of the Kenyan superheroine. He buried his face down into her pussy and drove her completely wild.
She gently grabbed the back of his head as his tongue touched her in the most wonderful way. Being eaten out like this was a treat that Storm never thought she would experience. And yet, Nightcrawler was in her, with his tongue touching her in the deepest, most intimate ways. Her hips rocked up and sent a flare of lust just going through her body. The blue demon licked her hard and released her orgasm, making her explode for him when he buried his tongue inside of her tight twat and set her off.
Nightcrawler pulled back from her and worked his mouth down her body, kissing her all over. He came up and put his hands on the side of her neck. A deep kiss followed between the two.
The African goddess playfully flipped her teammate over and crawled on top of him, smiling as she savored the pleasant saft of his strong muscles. She ran her smooth, warm hands down his solid, firm body. One hand brushed tentatively against the bulge in his pants. Very slowly, Storm unveiled it and she came face to face with his long cock, covered in blue pubic hair. Well, in real life anyway. It slapped her against the chin.
"It's beautiful," the horny mutant gasped.
"Go ahead, lick it."
She did and the musk just filled her nostrils. She twirled her tongue around his cock, tasting and testing to see how far she could go. Her lips caressed his manhood when going all the way down. Storm tasted her first cock and the taste would be something that would burn in her mind for quite some time. She licked him hard and moaned when coming back up.
"I'm dripping wet," she said.
"Turn around."
Storm did, without thinking about it. Another surprise, how submissive she was to him. Nightcrawler crawled behind her, and grabbed a hold of her juicy rear end. Him pawing at her ass drove her into a fit of pleasure. Lust built up through her body. The tip of his manhood caressed her inner lips slipped down against her wet opening. Storm let out another gasp when Nightcrawler edged closer towards her.
"Please!"
Nightcrawler rolled his hands back and kissed her neck and cupped her right breast. She found herself weakening to his touch. Nightcrawler glided his impressive manhood down into Storm's hot, wet snatch. And for the first time, a cock entered her body.
She never expected this to happen. A big thick cock pierced her insides and filled her up. She found the man who it was attached to irresistible as well. Nightcrawler knew all of the right spots to touch to make her both weak and wet. His balls swung back and forth like a pendulum and struck her thighs. He grabbed hold of the mutant and shoved his big length inside of her, making her cry out in pleasure.
"Keep it up, Honey!"
"Of course, Sweetheart."
Nightcrawler slapped Storm's ass and left a handprint on it, then he leaned into her and shoved his big thick cock deep inside of her body and plunged into her. His balls slapped against her, causing her body to heat up as her tight walls gripped him.
The blue man took the lead and fucked the horny black woman with all of his might. His prick pushed down into her hungry depths and she released him. Her inner walls closed down and released his cock, pressing him a little bit deeper inside of her. Nightcrawler pulled back and plunged into her one more time. He cupped her right tit and released it, driving this woman beyond nuts with pleasure as he fondled her big tits. From left to right, his hands dug into them, until she had no choice, but to just release her inhibitions and scream to the heavens.
"Oooh, Kurt, I'm close."
Kurt filled her up and showed that he was nowhere near close. Ororo had been okay with that. He filled her up and touched her in all of the right places. A loud slap, slap, slap of his balls hit her on the thighs and made her cry when he plunged into her tight body. His hands reached in and yanked on her hair before slamming down into her hungry pussy from behind.
Another long ride, and Nightcrawler pushed down into Storm. Her inner walls closed around him and flexed around his big cock. She milked him hard and ensured that he was going to lose it completely in a minute. Nightcrawler filled up the delightfully tight and cock hungry Goddess, then he slipped his hands all over body and shoved himself into her. His balls swung rapidly and struck her in all of the right places.
All good things came to an end. She came and he buried his length down into her body, filling her up. Ororo's tightness gobbled up his length prior to Kurt erupting inside of her. He groaned and filled up his lover, splattering impressive loads of cum inside of her body. Splash by splash of cum rocked down into her body and filled up her tight body.
The moment Kurt Wagner finished up inside of her, Ororo Munroe just basked in the moment. She could not believe this happened and at the same time, she was not sorry.
And she was more than ready for another round, if Nightcrawler would give it to her. Much to her happiness, he wrapped his arms around Storm and pulled her tight to him, pressing his pectorals against her breasts.
Chapter 5-Rick Jones/A-Bomb x Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk
Sunlight cut through the curtains and laid across the bed in pale stripes, catching the sheen on She-Hulk's skin as she rode A-Bomb with fervor. The mattress shifted beneath them, a quiet protest under each downward push of her hips.
Her thighs locked around him, guiding every rise and fall. She took him deep, then lifted again, then dropped with intent, each motion purposeful. His large hands found her toned hips and stayed there, fingers pressing into the soft give of her flesh as he pulled her down to meet him.
The sound between them was constant. Wet, measured, delicious. Her breath broke into sharp pulls, his answering with low, strained sounds that never quite turned into words.
She slowed.
The motion changed from vertical to a slow grind that dragged along every sensitive line inside her. Rick's head tipped back, his chest lifting as he tried to hold steady under the shift. His hands slid up her back, feeling the strength there, then around to her breasts. He cupped them, tested their weight, thumbs brushing over her nipples.
"Oh, Rick," she said, her voice smooth, open.
He leaned up and took one nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled, then pressed harder. Her back arched in response, her rhythm breaking for a second before finding something deeper.
"Right there."
The blue skinned superhero moved to the other side, keeping his hands firm, guiding her as much as following. She rode him harder for a few seconds, then slowed again, her control returning, her body working him exactly the way she wanted.
The connection stayed steady. Not frantic. Not careless. Every look, every touch, held intention. The green skinned superheroine watched him as she moved, measuring his reactions, answering them. He watched her just as closely, his focus locked on her face, her body, the way she took him and gave it back.
"You feel…" he started, voice low, broken by breath. "…so good."
"I have missed you," she answered, lifting high before dropping again, taking him fully and holding him there for a moment. "All of you."