The afternoon sun filtered through the dense canopy overhead, casting dappled shadows across Beast Boy's face as he crouched low in the underbrush. His breath came in ragged bursts, sweat slicking his temples despite the cool forest air. (You're pathetic. She's gone. Move on.) He gritted his teeth, shifting into a panther mid-leap, claws sinking deep into the bark of a towering oak before he pushed off again, muscles burning.
(Come on, Logan,) he muttered, landing hard enough to send damp leaves flying. His voice sounded hollow, even to himself. (You fought aliens. You saved the world. Since when does some girl...) His throat tightened before he could finish. Since when did Terra feel like the whole damn world crumbling under his feet?
A rustle in the bushes snapped his attention sideways, just a squirrel, scrambling up a trunk with an acorn clutched in its tiny paws. Beast Boy exhaled sharply, running a paw up and down his head. (Yeah. Real threat. Real useful training.) His chest ached like someone had reached in and twisted his ribs apart.
He shifted back to human form, collapsing onto a mossy log. The forest was too quiet. No Titans cracking jokes, no Terra rolling her eyes at his dumb pickup lines. Just the distant cry of a hawk and the ache in his knuckles from punching trees he'd pretended were Brotherhood operatives. (Should've known she'd leave. Everyone does.) His fingers dug into the damp earth beneath him, green skin streaked with dirt. The moped was ashes. The B-Ped. The jokes. All of it.
The giggle came from above, soft, melodic, and utterly out of place. Beast Boy's head snapped up so fast his neck popped. Perched on a gnarled branch high above him, legs crossed like she was lounging on a throne, was a woman. Not just any woman. Her kimono slipped open just enough to reveal creamy thighs, the fabric rippling like liquid flame. A fan twirled lazily between her fingers. (Holy shit. She's...) His mouth went dry.
"Garfield Logan," she purred, tilting her head. The kanzashi in her hair caught the light, casting tiny shadows across her collarbones. "Or should I say… Beast Boy?" Her voice dripped with amusement, low and throaty.
(She knows my name?) His pulse hammered against his ribs.
She leaned forward, the movement deliberate, letting him catch the curve of her cleavage beneath the loose kimono. "A hero who sulks alone in forests? Tsk. Not what I expected."
He scrambled upright, nearly tripping over his own sneakers. "Uh. Hi. You're... wait, how do you...?" (She's tall to. ) The realization hit like a bucket of cold water.
She smirked, fanning herself with exaggerated slowness. "Nyotengu," she said, as if that explained everything. It didn't. At all. His brain short-circuited when she uncrossed her legs, the slit in her kimono riding higher. (Okay. Definitely not Brotherhood. Definitely… something else.)
Beast Boy blushes as he continues to look up at her, realizing she's been watching him for who knows how long. "Uh... how long have you been up there?" he asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
Nyotengu chuckles, the sound like velvet against his ears, before effortlessly dropping from the branch and landing with feline grace in front of him. Her hips sway hypnotically as she steps closer, the slit in her kimono revealing glimpses of creamy thigh with every movement. "Long enough to notice that frown," she murmurs, tapping his forehead lightly with her fan.
"You've got something heavy weighing on that little green mind of yours," she continues, tilting her head slightly. "And though we've only just met…" Her lips curl into a wicked smirk as she leans in, close enough that he catches the scent of cherry blossoms. "I wouldn't mind hearing all about it."
Beast Boy swallows hard, his pulse fluttering like a trapped bird in his throat. (She's... she's serious? Or is this some kind of trick?) But the way her fingers linger near his wrist, just shy of touching, feels too deliberate to be mocking. His breath hitches as her nails, sharp, painted a deep crimson, trace an idle pattern through the air above his skin, never quite making contact yet sending a jolt of heat down his spine all the same.
"It's... Terra," he finally blurts out, voice cracking on her name. He hates how small it sounds. "She... she was my girl. My best friend. And then she just..." His fists clench, knuckles whitening beneath green skin. "She chose to not come back. Chose to act like I never mattered." The words pour out now, raw and unfiltered, how she laughed at his jokes, how she'd sneak tofu dogs into his room when he was sulking, how her fingers tangled with his under the Titan's cafeteria table. Then, quieter, "I thought she loved me."
Nyotengu's fan snaps shut with a sharp crack. The air around them seems to thicken, charged with something electric. "Foolish girl," she hisses, eyes flashing violet in the dappled light. Her voice drops lower, a growl threading through each syllable. "To discard a heart like yours? To leave you bleeding in the dirt?" A single clawed finger tilts his chin up, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Any woman with half a brain would carve her name into your ribs and keep you." Her thumb brushes the hinge of his jaw, slow, possessive. "Especially one who knows what it is to be... forgotten."
Beast Boy's breath stutters. (She's... angry for me?) The realization punches through him, leaving his chest hollow and aching.
Nyotengu's lips part, close enough now that he can taste the sake on her breath, sweet, fermented, intoxicating. "Let me tell you something, little shapeshifter," she murmurs, her knee pressing between his thighs as she crowds him back against the oak. "Loyalty is rare. But devotion?" Her teeth graze his earlobe, sending sparks down his neck. "That's priceless."
Beast Boy swallows hard, his pulse hammering against her palm where it rests against his collarbone. "Y-you don't even know me," he stammers, fingers twitching at his sides. (She's too close. Too much. Too...) Her breasts press against him, warm and impossibly soft, and his breath hitches.
"Don't I?" Nyotengu laughs, low and throaty, her nails dragging lightly down his chest. "I've watched you leap into battle without hesitation, shield civilians with your own body, laugh with your friends like the world isn't crumbling around you." Her grip tightens, pulling him flush against her. "You think I don't see the way you fight? The way you love?" Her lips brush his jaw. "That's not a boy. That's a man."
His knees buckle slightly, heat pooling low in his belly. (She sees me. Really sees me.) The realization sends a shiver through him, sharp and electric, as her tongue traces the shell of his ear. "And men," she whispers, her voice dripping with promise, "deserve rewards."
Beast Boy gulps again, fingers twitching against the rough bark behind him. "W-what kind of reward?" he rasps, voice cracking.
Nyotengu's smirk deepens, her crimson nails trailing down to his hipbone with deliberate slowness. "This kind," she purrs, before crushing her mouth against his. Her kiss is fever-hot, all teeth and claiming pressure, her tongue sliding against his with a hunger that steals the breath from his lungs.
The world tilts, her hands gripping his waist, her thigh pressing between his legs, the silk of her kimono whispering against his bare arms. Every nerve ignites. (She tastes like cherry blossoms and something darker, something wild.) His hands fist in her hair, tugging her closer as she growls approval into his mouth.
Then her teeth sink into his lower lip, just shy of drawing blood, and his hips jerk forward involuntarily. Nyotengu laughs, low and triumphant. "Oh," she murmurs against his swollen lips, "you *are* delicious." Her fingers slide beneath the hem of his jumpsuit, tracing the sensitive skin of his abdomen. "Let's see what else you can do, hm?"
Beast Boy gasps as her nails rake downward, his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. "W-wait," he stammers, gently pushing her back with trembling hands. His pulse thunders in his ears, his breathing ragged. "I... I don't even know you. Like, at all. Just your name. And that you're… uh… really, really gorgeous." His cheeks burn darker green. (And that you kiss like a wildfire and your hands feel like lightning and...)
Nyotengu pauses, her smirk softening into something almost… apologetic. "Ah. Forgive me." She steps back, folding her fan with deliberate grace. "I've been terribly forward, haven't I?" She tilts her head, eyes gleaming with amusement, and something warmer. "But surely you've guessed by now, little shapeshifter… I have quite the crush on you." Her fan taps his chin playfully. "So. Spend the day with me? The night, too, if you're willing." Her voice drops to a whisper. "Let me tell you all the things you wish to know about me."
Beast Boy's throat goes dry. (She wants... me?) His fingers twitch at his sides, torn between reaching for her and bolting. But the way she's looking at him, like he's something precious, something worth knowing, makes his chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with Terra. "Okay," he breathes, voice rough. "Yeah. Okay."
Nyotengu's grin is radiant, triumphant. "Good." Her hand slides into his, her fingers lacing through his with surprising gentleness. "Then let's begin." She tugs him forward, her kimono whispering against his legs as she leads him deeper into the dappled sunlight, toward the promise of something new, something hungry, something tender, something entirely theirs.
They walk in silence for a time, Beast Boy's pulse thundering in his ears, his skin tingling where her fingers graze his palm. The forest seems to hold its breath around them, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and something floral, her. He sneaks a glance at her wings, sleek and dark, twitching occasionally as if restless. "So," he blurts out before he can stop himself, "you're not… human, are you?"
Nyotengu laughs, the sound rich and velvety, her thumb stroking the back of his hand. "Ah, straight to the point." She tilts her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. "No, little shapeshifter. I am a tengu. A yōkai." Her lips curl into a smirk as his eyes widen. "And I am… hm." She taps her chin theatrically. "One thousand and eighteen years young."
Beast Boy chokes, his steps faltering. His mouth opens and closes like a landed fish. "One... one thousand?" His voice cracks on the number, his fingers tightening reflexively around hers.
Nyotengu arches an eyebrow, her smirk deepening into something wicked. She leans in until her breath ghosts over his lips. "Does my age frighten you?" Her free hand trails up his chest, slow, deliberate.
Beast Boy shakes his head rapidly, swallowing hard. "N-no," he manages, his throat dry. "Just… wow." His laugh is breathless, shaky. "No wonder you kiss like that."
Nyotengu's smirk curls higher, her fingers tightening around his. "You mean like this?" She leans in, pressing her lips against his again, slow, deep, deliberate, her tongue tracing the seam of his mouth until he gasps and parts for her. His pulse spikes, heat pooling low in his belly as her fingers curl into the fabric of his jumpsuit, pulling him flush against her. (She tastes like cherry blossoms and something darker, something ancient.) When she finally pulls back, his lips tingle, swollen and slick.
Her fan taps his chin playfully. "Now," she murmurs, her thumb brushing the hinge of his jaw, "tell me something surprising about you, little shapeshifter. Something no one expects."
Beast Boy hesitates, his cheeks flushing darker green. "Uh… I'm a vegetarian," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. "Most people think 'Beast Boy' means I'm all about chomping steaks or whatever." His nose wrinkles slightly. "But… I can't. It's like… eating my friends, y'know?" His voice drops, quieter. "Plus, animals… they don't get a choice. I do."
Nyotengu's eyes gleam, her grip tightening just slightly on his hand. "Ah," she purrs, her thumb tracing circles over his knuckles. "A gentle predator." Her lips brush his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "How… deliciously unexpected."
Beast Boy swallows hard, his pulse fluttering beneath his skin. "Uh, yeah," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. "So… what do you do? Like, besides, uh..." His gaze flickers to her lips, still damp from their kiss. "Besides ambushing random guys in forests?"
Nyotengu throws her head back and laughs, the sound rich and throaty. "Oh, little shapeshifter," she murmurs, stepping closer until her chest presses against his arm. "I do many things." Her fingers trail up his bicep, slow, teasing. "I drink. I dance. I tease." Her nails dig in lightly, just shy of pain. "And I fight."
Beast Boy blinks, his ears twitching upright. "Wait, fight?" His voice pitches higher. "Like… professionally?" His mind races, her grace, her strength, the way she'd pinned him against the tree like it was nothing. (She's a fighter? Of course she is. Those thighs could crush a man's skull.)
Nyotengu smirks, fanning herself lazily. "Mmm," she hums, her eyes darkening with amusement. "Dead or Alive. Ever heard of it?" When he shakes his head, she leans in, her breath hot against his cheek. "A tournament where the strongest, and most beautiful, clash." Her teeth graze his earlobe. "I've broken bones. I've made grown men weep." She pulls back, her grin sharp. "Care to test your luck against me, little beast?"
Beast Boy swallows hard, his pulse hammering in his throat. (She wants to... fight me?) His fingers twitch at his sides, torn between excitement and something hotter, deeper. After a heartbeat, he nods.
Nyotengu's laugh is velvet and knives as she steps back, her hips swaying in deliberate, hypnotic arcs. The silk of her kimono whispers against her thighs, the slit riding higher with each movement. With a flick of her wrist, she slides her fan deep between her breasts, the wood disappearing into the shadowed cleft. "Don't hold back," she purrs, spreading her arms wide. "Come and get me."
Beast Boy shifts instantly, panther, muscles coiled, and lunges. The air cracks as Nyotengu sidesteps, her hand snapping out to grab his tail. She yanks him off-balance, his claws scrabbling against dirt before she flips him onto his back. Her knee pins his ribs, her weight deliciously crushing. "Cute," she breathes, tracing a nail down his twitching belly. "But predictable." His growl morphs into a gasp as her fingers dip lower. "Let's see what else you've got."
Mid-groan, he liquefies into a serpent, slipping through her grip like water. Nyotengu laughs, delighted, as he coils around a tree branch overhead. "Cheeky," she purrs, rolling her shoulders. "But snakes?" Her fan snaps open, wind howls, stripping leaves bare. He barely twists free as the branch splinters beneath him. (Holy shit... her *fan* cuts?)
He lands as a gorilla, fists pounding his chest. Nyotengu's eyes gleam. "Better." She meets his charge head-on, her palm slamming his sternum hard enough to lift him off his feet. He wheezes, green skin flushing darker, as she drags him down by his wrist, her lips brushing his bruised knuckles. "Strong," she murmurs against his pulse. "But strength alone won't pin me."
Panting, he shifts, hawk, darting skyward. Nyotengu's wings flare, jet-black against the canopy, and she's airborne before he clears the treetops. Her fingers close around his ankle, yanking him into a spin that leaves them tangled midair, her thighs bracketing his waist. "Run all you like, little beast," she whispers, her teeth scraping his throat. "I'll always catch you." His gasp is half-laugh, half-moan as they plummet, her wings spread at the last second, cradling them both in a whirl of silk and feathers.
He writhes, wolf, fangs flashing, but she's faster, twisting his muzzle sideways with a grip that makes his jaw ache. "Oh?" she taunts, breath hot against his ear. "Is this the best the Titans have?" Her knee presses between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the mossy earth. He growls, squirming, her laughter curling around him like smoke. "Come now," she murmurs, fingers tightening in his fur. "Surely you can do better."
Beast Boy shifts back, human, chest heaving. Nyotengu straddles him, the heat of her thighs searing through his jumpsuit. "You're… really good," he pants, voice rough.
Her smirk widens as she leans down, her hair brushing his cheeks. "Mmm," she hums, trailing a fingertip along his collarbone. "And you're… surprisingly fun." His breath hitches when her nails dig in, just shy of pain. "But," she adds, tilting his chin up with her fan, "you're holding back."
His pulse stutters. (She's right.) The realization burns through him, hotter than her touch. He swallows, fingers twitching against the damp earth. "Maybe," he admits, voice low. "But not anymore." His grin flashes, sharp and feral, as he flips them, pinning her beneath him with a strength that makes her eyes darken.
Nyotengu's laugh is molten, her legs wrapping around his waist. "There he is," she purrs, arching against him. "Now… show me what you've got."
Beast Boy grins, sharp and wild. "You asked for it." His skin ripples, bones cracking, elongating, velociraptor, sleek and lethal.
He lunges, claws grazing her kimono as she rolls aside with a gasp. "Fast," she admits, breathless, but her smirk doesn't fade. "But can you *catch* me?"
He shifts again, pteranodon, wings snapping wide, and swoops low, talons skimming the ground where she stood moments ago. Nyotengu's fan sings through the air, slicing leaves from his path as she backflips onto a branch. "Clever," she taunts, fanning herself. "But clever won't..."
Her words dissolve into a startled yelp as he transforms mid-leap, ankylosaurus, thick tail swinging. The impact sends her crashing into a thicket, kimono torn at the shoulder, revealing a flash of pale skin. Beast Boy freezes. "Shit... are you okay?"
Nyotengu pushes herself up slowly, her smile dripping venom and something hotter. "Oh, little beast," she rasps, licking a trickle of blood from her lip. "Now you've got my attention." Her fingers curl into the earth, knuckles white. "Let's see if you can keep it."
Beast Boy's breath hitches, then her foot slams into his ribs, sending him skidding backward. He gasps, shifting instantly into a honey badger, claws bared, but she's already pivoting, her kimono whipping around her thighs as she grabs him mid-leap. "Cute," she purrs, squeezing until his bones creak. "But fragile." His vision blurs; his lungs scream. (She's gonna snap me in half...)
Desperate, he liquefies into an octopus, slipping through her grip like ink. Nyotengu laughs, delighted, as he reforms behind her, then freezes when her fan presses against his throat. "Predictable," she murmurs, her breath scalding his ear. "Last chance. Show me your best."
His jaw clenches. (Okay. No holding back.) The shift is violent, bones cracking, muscles surging, Tyrannosaurus, towering over her, his roar shaking the canopy. Nyotengu's eyes widen, genuine shock flickering across her face for the first time. "Ah," she breathes, fan trembling in her grip. "There you are." Then she lunges, her knee driving into his scaled belly hard enough to make him stagger. "Now we play."
Beast Boy snarls, tail whipping sideways, but she's already airborne, flipping over his snapping jaws to land on his back, her thighs clamping around his spine. "Too slow," she taunts, fingers digging between his vertebrae. He bucks, thrashing, but she clings like a burr, her laughter vibrating through his ribs. "Stronger, yes," she pants, nails scraping his hide. "But strength without speed?" Her breath gusts hot against his neck. "Useless."
He shifts again, gorilla, twisting mid-motion to grab her waist, hurling her into a thicket. Nyotengu rolls with the impact, leaves clinging to her tousled hair, her kimono hanging open to reveal the curve of one breast. "Better," she rasps, licking her split lip. Her grin is feral. "But not enough." She vanishes in a blur, reappearing behind him, her palm slamming between his shoulder blades hard enough to send him face-first into the dirt.
Dazed, Beast Boy groans, spitting out moss. Nyotengu straddles his back, her weight pinning him effortlessly. "Yield," she murmurs, her lips brushing his ear. His body thrums, every nerve alight, her heat searing through his jumpsuit as he turns back.
He exhales, shaking, then grins against the earth. "Make me."
Her answering chuckle is dark, promising. "Oh, little beast," she purrs, fingers tangling in his hair. "I intend to."
Beast Boy knocks her off his back with a twist of his hips, her landing a few feet away from him. He shifts into a tiger, green fur rippling as he growls playfully and pounces at her. Nyotengu rolls to the side, fan snapping open to deflect his claws, but he twists midair and pins her with one massive paw on her chest. (Alright, now I've got her...)
"Tch." Nyotengu smirks, her fingers curling around his toes. "Strong," she purrs, arching beneath him. "But not strong enough." With a sudden twist, she flips him onto his back, her knee pressing into his ribs, only for Beast Boy to dissolve into mist, reforming behind her as a tiger again. He swipes, knocking her off-balance, and she lands squarely on his back, legs swinging sideways like she's riding a throne.
"Draw," Nyotengu declares, her fingers sinking into his fur. Beast Boy rumbles, a sound like laughter, and begins to walk, his muscles shifting beneath her thighs. "Mm. Impressive," she murmurs, leaning forward to trace the curve of his ear with her nail. "Such power... such control." Her breath ghosts over his spine, sending a shiver through him. "You could have crushed me just now."
He flicks his tail in response, padding deeper into the forest with her weight light against him. Nyotengu hums, her fingers kneading the thick fur at his shoulders. "And yet," she muses, her voice dropping to a whisper, "you held back again." Beast Boy pauses, ears twitching. (She noticed.) Her laughter is soft, almost fond. "Such a gentle beast." Her nails scrape lightly down his flank, drawing another rumble from his chest. "I wonder... what will it take to make you *really* bite?"
Beast Boy huffs, shifting his gait into a rolling lope that makes her thighs tighten reflexively around him. "Careful," Nyotengu warns, breathless, as he leaps over a fallen log. The wind whips her kimono higher, baring pale skin where her grip on his fur falters. He growls, low and pleased, and she digs her heels into his ribs in retaliation. "Insolent pup." But there's no heat in it, just the slick, breathless edge of something darker.
The forest blurs around them, sunlight fracturing through the canopy as he accelerates. Nyotengu throws her head back, her laughter wild and unhinged, fingers twisted tight in his fur. "Faster," she demands, her voice raw with exhilaration. He obliges, muscles coiling, the world narrowing to the pound of his paws and the press of her thighs. (This... this is what she wanted.) The realization thrums through him, electric. Not submission. Not restraint. *This.* The way her breath catches when he swerves, the way her nails bite deeper with every stride.
Her knees lock around him as they crest a hill, her body arching against his spine like a bowstring drawn taut. "There," she gasps, her lips brushing the curve of his ear. "Now I see you." The words curl hot down his spine, igniting something feral in his chest. He snarls, veering sharply into the underbrush, her delighted shriek ringing through the trees.
Nyotengu dismounts with the grace of falling silk, her kimono fluttering open as Beast Boy shifts back mid-stride. He catches himself against a tree, panting, sweat slicking his temples where her fingers had been moments before. "So," she purrs, fanning herself lazily. "The beast finally showed his teeth." He collapses onto the moss beside her, their shoulders brushing, his bare, hers still warm from their chase.
"Why me?" The question bursts out before he can stop it, raw as the scratches she left down his ribs. He stares at his hands, green fingers flexing under his gloves. (Why would someone like her...)
Nyotengu's fan snaps shut. "Tch. Still blind?" Her nail traces the shell of his pointed ear, making him shudder. "Kindness in a killer," she murmurs. "Strength without cruelty." Her breath ghosts over his throat when she leans closer. "And those ears." Her teeth graze the tip, drawing a choked noise from him. "Like a puppy crossed with a wolf."
He flushes darker green. "Cute? I'm..."
"Mm." Her thumb swipes his lower lip. "Handsome when you're serious." Her knee presses against his thigh. "Cute when you blush." The fan twirls between them, casting dappled shadows across her collarbones. "Perfect."
His pulse stutters. (Perfect?) The word lodges in his ribs like a splinter. Before he can speak, she tilts his chin up with her fan. "And mine," Nyotengu declares, her smile sharp enough to draw blood. "If you're brave enough to take me."
The challenge hangs between them, thick as the scent of crushed moss and her sweat-slick skin. Beast Boy's fingers twitch. (No holding back.) His grin flashes, feral, as he lunges.
The kiss isn't gentle, it's teeth and tongues and the sharp tang of iron where their lips split. Nyotengu moans into his mouth, her fingers raking down his spine hard enough to leave welts. He growls, pressing her back against the tree, her thighs locking around his hips as she arches into him. "Mmh...*finally*," she gasps against his lips, her nails digging into his shoulders. Beast Boy smirks, nipping her lower lip, then *shifts* bones cracking, body shrinking, until a fawn with oversized ears wobbles between her thighs.
Nyotengu's breath hitches. Her fan clatters to the ground. "*Kawaii*...!" she squeals, hands flying to her cheeks like a schoolgirl spotting a basket of kittens. The fawn blinks up at her with liquid black eyes, ears twitching adorably. (Gotcha.) Beast Boy nuzzles her knee, velvety muzzle brushing her skin, and she *melts*, scooping him into her arms with a giddy laugh. "Ohhh, you *cheat*," she coos, cradling him against her chest, her fingers scritching behind his ears. "Such a *sweet* little beast... ah!"
He shifts mid-pet, human again, his lips crashing back onto hers before she can protest. Nyotengu's groan vibrates through him, her grip tightening in his hair as he pins her wrists above her head. "Mmm...*clever*," she purrs, her thighs squeezing his waist. "Using my weakness against me?"
Beast Boy nips her collarbone, grinning at her shudder. "Worked, didn't it?"
Nyotengu arches beneath him, her laughter breathless. "Tch. Don't get *cocky*... ah!" Her fingers convulse in his hair as he shifts again, paws pressing into her ribs, tiny, warm, a green-furred puppy blinking up at her with absurdly large eyes. "N-no! That's..." Her voice cracks, high and unsteady, as she clutches him to her chest. (Damn him. Damn those *ears*...) "Cheater," she hisses, but her hands betray her, stroking down his spine with trembling reverence.
Beast Boy licks her chin, tail thumping against her stomach. Nyotengu makes a sound like a dying tea kettle, her face flushing crimson. "*Kawaii*," she whimpers, burying her nose in his fur.
His growl vibrates against her throat as he shifts back, human fingers sliding up her thigh. "Told you I'd win," he murmurs, and her breath hitches, not from the fangs at her pulse, but the way his voice roughens on *win*, like it's a confession.
Nyotengu's laugh is breathless, unsteady. "Cheat," she accuses, but her nails dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Using my weakness... ah!" He nips her earlobe, and she arches, her kimono slipping off one shoulder.
"Like you didn't *want* me to," he counters, shifting again, fox kit this time, small and sleek, darting between her legs before she can grab him.
"*Kyaa!*" The sound is embarrassingly high, girlish, as she scrambles after him, kimono fluttering open. "Come *back*, you little..." Her foot catches on a root, and she stumbles, landing hard on her knees just as he skids to a stop, tail flicking insolently. Nyotengu glares, chest heaving, but her fingers twitch toward his ears. "*Damn* you," she breathes, and it's half a moan.
Beast Boy shifts mid-stride, kitten now, tiny and green, paws skittering on smooth bark as he scales the nearest oak. Nyotengu's fan snaps shut. "Oh no you *don't*," she growls, and then she's airborne, wings snapping from her shoulders in a burst of black feathers. Beast Boy's ears flatten. (Wait, she can *fly*?) His claws dig deeper into the bark as she swoops, her fingers brushing his tail. "*Gotcha*," she purrs, just before he twists, shifting into a hummingbird mid-fall, darting between her outstretched fingers.
Nyotengu snarls, pivoting midair, her wings beating hard enough to send leaves spiraling. "Cheating *again*?" she pants, chasing his erratic flight path. Beast Boy buzzes backward, hovering just out of reach, his tiny heart hammering. (She's *fast*.) Her fingers graze his tail feathers, and he dives, shifting back to kitten form mid-tumble, landing in a heap of fur and giggles at the base of the tree. Nyotengu lands in a crouch beside him, her breath ragged, kimono torn at the thigh. "*Mine*," she hisses, scooping him up before he can bolt.
His purr vibrates through her palms as she cradles him against her collarbones, her thumbs stroking behind his ears. "*Kuso*," she mutters, but her voice cracks on the word, fingers trembling as they sink into his fur. Beast Boy nuzzles her wrist, smug, and feels her pulse jump beneath his whiskers. (Yeah. *Definitely* got her.)
Nyotengu rubs her cheek against him in his kitten form, her fingers stroking under his chin with a devotion that borders on worship. (Absolutely *filthy* trick, making me like this...) Her breath catches as he shifts mid-purr, shrinking further, fur fluffing out impossibly softer, a baby bunny, round-bellied and trembling, nose twitching against her wrist. "Hnngh..." Her fan slips from suddenly slack fingers, clattering onto the moss as she clutches him to her chest, her voice pitching into something mortifyingly girlish. "You... you *monster*, how *dare* you be this... this..."
Beast Boy wiggles his nose against her collarbone, ears flopping sideways when she suddenly squeezes him tight enough to pop a lesser creature. "I *hate* you," she moans, but her thumbs are already tracing the velvet dip of his spine, her lips pressing frantic kisses between his ears. "*Kuso, kuso...*" Her hips jerk involuntarily when he nips her thumb with blunt baby teeth, her whole body shuddering. "*Stop it*... stop being so...*ah!*"
He shifts just enough to lick the hollow of her throat, still bunny-small, tongue rasping over her pounding pulse. Nyotengu makes a sound like a deflating balloon, her knees buckling as she sinks onto the moss, cradling him in both hands. "*Cheater*," she whimpers, but her fingers are trembling as they pet down his back, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Dirty, *dirty* cheater..."
Beast Boy twitches his whiskers against her palm, then *shifts* human again, his mouth replacing where his bunny-nose had been, teeth scraping her pulse point. Nyotengu's moan strangles into a gasp as his fingers slide up her thigh, her earlier dominance crumbling under the weight of his smirk. "Told you I'd win," he murmurs against her skin, and her nails rake down his back, not in protest, but *promise.*
Her laughter is breathless, ragged. "Cheat," she accuses, but her hips arch into his, the slick heat between her thighs unmistakable even through layers of silk. Beast Boy grins, feral, and *moves*, pinning her wrists above her head as his knee presses her legs apart. Nyotengu's breath hitches, not at the restraint, but the way his thumbs stroke the inside of her wrists, tender despite the snarl curling his lip.
"First time?" she taunts, her voice thick with challenge, but her pulse flutters wild beneath his lips as he noses aside her kimono. Beast Boy hesitates, just for a heartbeat, his fingers hovering over the swell of her breasts, the reality of her *heat*, her *weight* in his palms hitting him like a suckerpunch. (Holy shit. They're...) His throat clicks. "Y-yeah," he admits, raw, and her smirk softens into something dangerously close to fond.
Nyotengu guides his hands lower, her breath hot against his ear. "Then *learn*," she orders, and his grip tightens instinctively, her moan vibrating through his ribs as he kneads, thumbs brushing peaked nipples through thin silk. Beast Boy's groan is half-snarl, half-prayer, his hips grinding against hers in frantic, unspoken *need*. "G-good?" he rasps, and her laughter is a dark, delicious thing. "For a *virgin*?" Her teeth sink into his shoulder. "*Perfect.*"
She arches sharply, pressing more of herself into his palms, the sheer *weight* of her making his pulse stutter. (How do they even *move* like...)
Nyotengu's nails rake down his spine, yanking him from worship to *war* as she hisses, "*Harder*." Beast Boy obeys, fingers digging in, and her cry fractures the forest silence, not pain, but *triumph*, her thighs clamping around his waist like a vise. "Y-yes," she gasps, her kimono slipping entirely loose, baring skin flushed pink from throat to navel. "*There.*"
His mouth follows where his hands had been, tongue swirling over one stiff peak while his fingers pinch the other, her breath hitching in ragged bursts. (Salty. Sweet. *Hers.*)
Nyotengu's hips jerk against him, her moan pitched high and broken as he sucks harder. "Kuso...*right* there...!" Her fingers twist in his hair, *yanking*, and the sting makes his vision whiten, his teeth scraping her flesh in retaliation. Her answering scream is muffled by her own wrist, her back bowing off the moss, wings flaring wide in reflex.
Beast Boy grins against her skin, drunk on power, on *her* then chokes as she flips them, her knee pressing ruthlessly between his thighs. "Mmm." Nyotengu licks a stripe up his throat, her breasts swaying just above his lips, close enough to taste. "Eager *puppy*." Her thumb swipes his lower lip, smearing his own spit. "But *I* lead this dance." Her grin is all fangs as she leans down, her hair curtaining them both. "Understood?"
A twig snaps somewhere beyond the trees. Beast Boy's ears twitch first, animal instinct, before his brain catches up. Nyotengu stiffens atop him, her fingers tightening in his hair. "Tch." She exhales sharply through her nose, the warmth of her breath ghosting over his collarbone. "Interruptions."
Voices, human, laughing, getting closer, filter through the foliage. Beast Boy feels her weight shift as she rolls off him with a fluid grace that makes his pulse stutter. (Wait no...) His fingers grasp at empty air where her thigh had been pressed against his hip.
Nyotengu's kimono rustles as she adjusts the fabric with quick, irritated tugs, her wings folding tight against her back until they vanish entirely.
Beast Boy scrambles upright, his sneakers scuffing the moss. "Uh. H-hey, so..." His voice cracks. He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck where her teeth had left phantom marks. "You ever think about, like… joining a team? The Titans, maybe?"
Nyotengu pauses mid-fix, one sleeve slipping off her shoulder again. Her smirk returns, slow and dangerous. "Only if I stay with *you*, little beast." She steps closer, her geta sinking into the soft earth beside his sneakers. "No other groups. No other cities." Her fingertip traces the line of his jaw, nail scraping just enough to sting. "Just the team you are on."
The voices grow louder, picnickers, maybe, or hikers. Beast Boy swallows hard, his pulse hammering where her thumb presses against his throat. "D-deal," he chokes out.
Nyotengu's laugh is low, triumphant, before she steps back, fan snapping open to hide her smirk just as the first strangers breach the tree line. "Good boy," she murmurs, and the words curl hot down his spine.
Hands still shaking, Beast Boy grabs her fingers, deliberately, this time, tugging her deeper into the woods toward the city lights winking between distant trunks. "So," he starts, voice cracking. He clears it. "Pizza. You, uh... you like pizza?"
Nyotengu arches a brow but lets him lead, her geta crunching twigs beside his sneakers. "Mm. With *mushrooms*," she purrs, leaning down until her breath ghosts his ear. "The *chewy* kind."
Beast Boy's throat bobs. (Chewy. Right.) His grip tightens on her hand, calloused palm sliding against her smoother skin. "N-noted," he manages. "What about... what about other toppings? Like, uh..." His brain supplies pineapple and he nearly trips. (Nope. Not asking *that*.)
Nyotengu's chuckle vibrates through their joined hands. "Surprise me," she murmurs, and the challenge in it makes his ears burn hotter than her teeth had.
(Titan Tower.)
An hour later, Beast Boy's sneakers squeak against the Tower's polished floors as he shoulders open the living room door, balancing four steaming pizza boxes, one mushroom-heavy, one suspiciously pineapple-free, against his hip.
Cyborg's jaw drops mid twist of a wrench, the clatter of metal hitting tile drowned by Starfire's delighted gasp. "Friend Beast Boy has acquired a *new* friend!"
Raven's book lowers an inch, one eyebrow arching higher than the Tower's spire as she takes in Nyotengu's smirking lips, the lazy sway of her kimono, the faintest shimmer of folded wings beneath silk. (Tengu. Dangerous. *Very* dangerous.) Her fingers tighten around the book's spine. (And he brought her *here*?)
Robin stiffens on the couch, domino mask doing little to hide his recognition. "Nyotengu," he says, too evenly, fingers twitching toward his belt. "I've seen your fights in Tokyo."
Nyotengu's fan snaps open with a sound like a blade unsheathing, her grin widening at the way Raven's shadows ripple in response. "Mmm. Little Robin *knows* me," she purrs, stepping closer to Beast Boy until her hip brushes his, the heat of it searing through his shorts. "And these must be your *incredible* teammates." Her fingers trail up his arm, possessive, before she plucks the top pizza box from his grip with a wink. "Shall we *share*, beastling?"
Starfire floats forward, hands clasped beneath her chin. "Oh! You are most welcome to partake in our Earth delicacies!"
Beast Boy walks up to the table and drops the pizzas with a clatter, grease soaking through the cardboard. "Yeah so uh...funny story," he starts, rubbing the back of his neck where Nyotengu's teeth marks still burn. "She kinda wants to join the Titans?"
Cyborg stands up from the device he is working on, his mechanical eye whirring as he scans Nyotengu from head to toe. "Wait, wait, wait... hold up," he says, holding up a grease-stained hand. "You mean to tell me that she wants to join the team?"
Starfire has a big smile on her face, her hands clasped together in excitement. "Welcome to the team friend Nyotengu!" she exclaims warmly.
Raven looks into Nyotengu's eyes since she is weary of the Tengu woman's presence. (She's dangerous... too playful, too unpredictable.) But when she sees Nyotengu's fingers curl possessively around Beast Boy's wrist, his pulse visibly jumping beneath her grip, something clicks. (Oh. *Oh.*) Her lips part in silent realization, the book slipping from her lap entirely.
Robin smiles and walks up to Nyotengu to welcome her with a handshake. "Welcome to the Titans," he says with a nod.
Nyotengu puts her fan away down in her cleavage, She than shakes Robin's hand as he was blushing from watching her put her fan down her cleavage. "Thank you for welcoming me to your team," She said with a smirk. She turns back to Beast Boy and wraps her arms around him pulling him close. "I'll be sure to protect my precious Beast Boy." She giggles while patting his head. Beast Boy blushed furiously while she patted his head.
Beast Boy than nervously laughs as he than says to his friends. "Yeah... uh, also? She's kinda my girlfriend now?" The words tumbled out like a grenade with the pin pulled. (Oh god oh god their faces...)
Cyborg's human eye widens and his jaw drops open, the device he is fixing clattering to the floor with a metallic clang. His robotic eye emits a soft whirring noise as it cycles through several zoom levels. "Say what now? Your *girl*-girlfriend? Like, holdin'-hands-and-sneakin'-kisses-in-the-Titan-Tower kind of girlfriend?"
Starfire gasps dramatically, floating several inches higher in her excitement, her emerald eyes sparkling with unrestrained joy. "Oh! This is most wondrous! Friend Beast Boy has acquired a romantic companion!" Her hands flutter near her face, nearly knocking over a lamp. "We must celebrate this union with Earth's traditional rituals of pairing! Shall we burn effigies? Consume ceremonial chocolate?"
Raven's fingers twitch where they hover over her fallen book, her sharp violet eyes darting between Nyotengu's smirk and Beast Boy's rapidly reddening ears. (A tengu. With Garfield. The universe has a sick sense of humor.) She exhales through her nose, watching Nyotengu's fingertips trace slow circles on Beast Boy's inner wrist, possessive, practiced. (And she's *good* at this.)
Robin clears his throat awkwardly, adjusting his mask as if it could hide the flush creeping up his neck. "Right. Well." His professional tone cracks when Nyotengu deliberately adjusts her kimono, exposing another inch of thigh as she leans against Beast Boy. "As team leader, I... just... hope it works out for the two of you." His voice pitches higher when Cyborg snickers. "What?"
(Beast Boy's room.)
The door creaked shut behind Beast Boy, steam curling off his shoulders as he toweled damp spikes of hair. "Man, that shower was..." His voice died mid-sentence, the towel slipping from frozen fingers. Nyotengu lounged across his rumpled sheets, one knee drawn up, the black lace of her underwear clinging to curves that made his throat click. (Holy shit. That's... that's not even fair.)
"Cat got your tongue, beastling?" Her finger traced idle circles over her navel, the motion deliberately slow, making the dim light catch every shift of muscle beneath creamy skin. "Or shall I *bite* it out of you?"
Beast Boy's pulse hammered loud enough to drown out the Tower's hum. "Y-you're..." His voice cracked. He swallowed hard, fingers twitching at his sides. (Focus, Logan. Words. Use *words*.) "We're *in the Tower*," he hissed, ears burning hotter than the shower spray. "Someone could..."
Nyotengu's laugh was a dark, velvety thing as she crooked a finger. "Then *hurry*," she murmured, her other hand sliding lower, nails scraping lace. "Unless you'd rather I *start* without you?" The challenge in her smirk sent heat licking down his spine, his boxers suddenly two sizes too tight.
He crossed the room in three strides, his knee sinking into the mattress as he caught her wrist, her pulse jumping against his thumb. "Cheater," he growled, but his other hand was already sliding up her thigh, callouses catching on silk.
Nyotengu arched into his touch with a gasp that wasn't pretend, as her fingers tangled in his hair. "*Now* who's cheating?" she breathed, but her hips rolled against his palm, the damp heat beneath lace answering for her.
Beast Boy's lips crashed against hers before she could tease him further, his hands sliding up her ribcage to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing stiffened nipples. (Oh shit... so soft...) His pulse stuttered as she moaned into his mouth, her back bowing off the mattress. "T-that good?" he rasped against her lips, half-dazed.
Nyotengu's laugh was a throaty vibration against his tongue. "For a virgin?" She flipped them with a twist of her hips, straddling his lap in one fluid motion. "*Devastating.*" Her groan as she ground down sent sparks up his spine, the friction of fabric against fabric almost painful.
With a smirk that promised mischief, she reached behind her back, the clasp of her bra snapping free with a practiced flick. Her breasts bounced free with a weight that made his breath hitch, full, heavy, tipped pink. (Holy *shit*...) Beast Boy's fingers twitched mid-air, torn between reverence and hunger, until Nyotengu guided them back with a purr. "Go on," she murmured, arching into his touch. "*Learn* me, beastling."
His thumbs circled her nipples, slow at first, then rougher when she whimpered, a sound that cracked through him like lightning. "Y-yeah?" He swallowed hard, watching the way her flesh spilled between his fingers, soft yet firm, impossibly warm. He rubs them in circles, squeezing experimentally, earning a sharp gasp as she rolled her hips down against the straining fabric of his boxers. "God, you're *perfect*," he breathed, mesmerized by the way they jiggled with every thrust of her pelvis.
Nyotengu's laugh was breathless, her nails scoring his shoulders. "Mmm, such praise," she purred, grinding harder, the damp heat of her soaking through the lace. "But *watching* won't make me scream." She arched, forcing more of herself into his palms, her breasts bouncing wildly as she moved. Beast Boy groaned, imagining cartoonish *boing* sounds echoing in his skull, ridiculous, electrifying, as his grip tightened, kneading in time with her rhythm.
"L-like this?" He pushed them upward, then released, transfixed by the way they swayed, heavy and hypnotic. Nyotengu moaned, her head falling back, exposing the flutter of her pulse. "*Harder*," she demanded, her voice raw, and Beast Boy obeyed, fingers digging in, his own hips bucking helplessly beneath her.
She shuddered, her breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts, her skin flushed pink from collarbone to cleavage. "Kuso... *yes*..." Her voice fractured as his mouth crashed against hers, swallowing her cry when his thumbs flicked over her peaks again, relentless. The bedframe creaked in protest as she rocked against him, her panties soaked, his boxers clinging.
Nyotengu broke the kiss with a gasp, pressing him back into the mattress with one hand splayed across his sternum. "*Wait*," she panted, her other hand trailing down her own torso, fingers dipping beneath black lace. "Watch." Beast Boy's throat clicked as she peeled the fabric down her hips inch by torturous inch, the scent of her, musky, sweet, filling the room. His fingers spasmed in the sheets when she finally bared herself completely, her folds glistening under the dim light. (Holy shit holy shit holy...)
"You're staring," she purred, spreading her thighs wider, her smirk returning when his Adam's apple bobbed violently. "Never seen a *real* woman before, have you?" Her fingers traced lazy circles around her clit, her back arching as she teased herself. Beast Boy's whimper was embarrassingly high-pitched, his hips jerking helplessly.
Nyotengu's laugh was dark velvet. "Patience," she murmured, lifting herself just enough to drag the soaked lace completely free, tossing them onto his chest. His strangled groan as the damp fabric hit his skin made her toes curl. "*Now* you can touch."
Beast Boy gulped, his fingers trembling as they hovered over her slick heat. "I-I've never..." His whisper cracked when she rocked forward, guiding his palm flush against her.
"Shhh," she breathed, her own breath hitching as his fingers instinctively curled, the pad of his thumb catching her clit. "Just...*oh*... follow my hips."
Her moan punched through him when he rubbed slow circles, her G-cups swaying with each roll of her body. The scent of her, musky, sweet, filled his nostrils, drowning out coherent thought.
Nyotengu's breath hitched when his middle finger dipped lower, tracing her entrance with clumsy reverence. "Y-yes," she gasped, her thighs trembling as she ground down, forcing his digit knuckle-deep inside her tight heat.
Beast Boy's free hand clutched her hip, his green skin stark against her creamy thigh. "S-so wet," he rasped, marveling at the way her walls fluttered around him.
With a wicked grin, Nyotengu tugged his boxers down in one sharp motion. His erection sprang free, the flushed tip glistening as it bobbed against his stomach.
Her delighted hum vibrated in his ears . "*Mmm*, what a *big* little beast," she purred, her fingers wrapping around his length, squeezing just enough to make his hips jerk. "Seven inches of *pure* teenage desperation."
Beast Boy whimpered, his toes curling into the sheets as she moves downwards, her breasts pressing against his thighs. "W-wait..." His protest died in a gasp when she flicked her tongue over his tip, tasting salt and pre-cum with a pleased noise. "Oh god... Nyotengu..."
She chuckled darkly, her breath ghosting over his wet skin. "You *talk* too much," she murmured before abruptly shifting her weight, twisting her body with unnatural grace. Beast Boy barely had time to blink before her knees bracketed his head, her slick folds hovering inches from his lips. "Better use for that mouth," she teased, lowering herself with deliberate slowness.
The first brush of her against his tongue sent electricity crackling down his spine. She tasted musky, sweet, *addictive*. Beast Boy moaned into her, his hands instinctively gripping her thighs as his tongue delved deeper, lapping at her entrance. Nyotengu gasped above him, her hips rolling forward to grind against his face. "*Yes*... just like that..." Her voice broke as she leans down over him, her G-cups enveloping his throbbing length in warm, silken pressure.
The dual sensations overwhelmed him, her wet heat against his tongue, her breasts squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulses. Beast Boy's muffled groan vibrated against her clit, his fingers digging into her flesh as she rode his face with increasing urgency. Nyotengu's breath came in ragged pants, her thighs trembling around his head. "*F-faster*," she demanded, and Beast Boy obeyed, his tongue plunging deeper, fucking her in time with the sinful roll of her hips.
Beast Boy moves his hands to her ass, gripping the plush curves with desperate hunger as he drags his tongue up her slit before plunging deep again, the sharp scent of her arousal flooding his senses. "*Ah..
f-fuck!*" Nyotengu's thighs clamp around his head.
Nyotengu squeezes her large breasts together tighter around Beast Boy's cock, her breath hitching as she arches her back sharply. "Swallow *all* of it, beastling," she gasps, her voice ragged as her hips stutter against his mouth. Her thighs quake around his head, her slick dripping down his chin as she clenches around his tongue, hard, her orgasm crashing through her in waves that leave her shuddering. Beast Boy groans into her, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of her ass as he laps greedily at her, swallowing every drop of her cum, the taste heady and sweet like overripe fruit.
His own release comes in a hot, messy rush, his hips bucking helplessly between her cleavage as thick ropes of cum spurt across her flushed skin, painting her breasts in glistening streaks. "F-fuck...!" he chokes out, his voice cracking as Nyotengu drags her nipples through the mess, smearing it between them with a throaty laugh.
"You *like* marking me, don't you?" she purrs, her fingers sliding through the sticky warmth before popping them into her mouth with a decadent moan.
Beast Boy pants beneath her, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stares up at her, dazed, wrecked, utterly enthralled. "Y-you're... insane," he manages, his tongue still tingling with the aftershocks of her flavor. Nyotengu turns around, leans down, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot and teasing. "And you're *mine*," she whispers before biting his earlobe just hard enough to make him gasp.
The bed creaks as she shifts, straddling his hips this time, her slick folds pressing against his spent cock, still twitching with sensitivity. "Round two?" she asks, her grin wicked as she rolls her hips slowly, the friction making them both shudder.
Beast Boy's groan is half protest, half desperate plea, but his hands are already sliding up her thighs, his body betraying him before his voice can. "Y-you're gonna kill me," he mutters, even as he pulls her closer.
Nyotengu's laughter is dark, delighted. "What a way to go."
Their lips crash together again, tongues tangling, Beast Boy groaning as he tastes himself mixed with her, musky, sweet, impossibly hot. (Holy shit, that's *me*.) Her fingers rake through his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, her hips rolling lazily against his, the friction of her wetness teasing his hardening length. "Still so eager," she murmurs against his lips, her breath ragged with amusement.
His gasp is swallowed by her mouth as she lifts herself, her fingers guiding him, slick and sure, before she sinks down in one smooth, devastating motion. Beast Boy's eyes cross, his fingers spasming against her thighs, tight, *so tight*, impossibly hot and wet around him. (Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.) His hips jerk instinctively, but Nyotengu pins him with a hand to his chest, her smirk wicked.
"*Slowly*, beastling," she purrs, rocking her hips in torturous little circles, her inner walls fluttering around him in ways that make his toes curl. She than moves her hands to grab the bedsheets tightly, the fabric twisting between her fingers as she lifts herself almost completely off him, only to sink back down with a slow, shuddering exhale. "*Fuck*," Beast Boy chokes out, his hands scrambling to grip her waist, his blunt nails digging into the softness of her hips. (Holy shit... it's *hot*, she's so *tight*...) His thoughts fracture as she rolls her pelvis forward, grinding against him with a moan that vibrates through both of them.
Nyotengu leans down, her breath hot against his lips, her swollen breasts pressing against his chest with every movement. "Taste me again," she demands, sealing her mouth over his before he can respond. Their tongues clash, the mingled flavors of salt and musk overwhelming his senses, her arousal, his own spend, the heady proof of their coupling. Beast Boy groans into the kiss, his fingers sliding up her spine to tangle in her hair, dislodging a kanzashi that clatters to the floor unnoticed.
Her thighs flex around him as she picks up the pace, riding him with a rhythm that's both punishing and precise, her slick heat milking him relentlessly. "Cross-eyed," she teases breathlessly, flicking her tongue against his earlobe when his eyelids flutter, his expression dazed. Beast Boy can only whimper in response, his hips bucking upward to meet her downward strokes, the slap of skin echoing obscenely in the small room. Her laughter is ragged, triumphant, as she grinds her clit against his pelvis with each descent, her breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts.
The bedframe creaks in protest as she throws her head back, her spine arching like a drawn bowstring. "*Harder*," she snarls, her nails raking down his chest, leaving faint red trails in their wake.
Beast Boy obeys with a desperate gasp, his hands clamping down on her hips to drive himself deeper, his vision blurring at the edges as her walls clench around him like a vise.
"F-fuck," Nyotengu rasps, her voice cracking as she presses her palms flat against his chest and pushes herself upright. Her G-cups bounce with each frantic roll of her hips, heavy and hypnotic, the soundless *boing boing boing* playing on loop in Beast Boy's fevered imagination.
"That's it, that's... ah!...*just* like that," she moans, her thighs trembling as she slams down harder, her nails raking red lines across his sternum. She slams down harder as she gets closer and closer until she throws her head back with a sharp cry, her inner walls clamping down on him in pulsing waves. Beast Boy groans through gritted teeth, his hips jerking helplessly as her pussy milks him, squeezing his cock rhythmically while warm wetness spills between them.
"F-fuck, I'm..." he chokes out, his spine arching off the mattress as his release crashes through him, thick ropes of cum painting her insides with each shuddering pulse.
Nyotengu's laugh is breathless and triumphant, her hips rolling lazily to milk every last drop from him as she leans forward, her sweat-slick breasts pressing against his heaving chest.
"*Mmm*, what a mess you've made," she purrs, her tongue flicking out to catch a bead of sweat from his collarbone. Beast Boy whimpers, oversensitive and trembling, his fingers twitching against her thighs as she grinds her clit against his still-hard length, coaxing another broken gasp from his lips.
Nyotengu's smirk is wicked as she lifts herself just enough to watch his cum drip from her swollen folds, her fingers trailing through the mess before pressing them against his slack lips. "Clean up your *mess*, beastling," she demands, her voice husky with promise.