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Damien swallowed hard, his throat dry. His cock twitched painfully inside his slacks. Without meaning to, his hand brushed over it, pressing against the fabric.
Terra looked over her shoulder at him, her hair wild, her eyes blazing with lust. She raised her middle finger and gave him a teasing smile before sinking down, slowly, onto Garfield's length.
He entered her inch by inch, stretching her, filling her, until she gasped and shuddered around him.
"God, yes…" she moaned, throwing her head back as she took him to the base.
Damien gritted his teeth, but his hand was already stroking himself through his pants. His discipline wavered.
He entered her inch by inch, stretching her, filling her, until she gasped and shuddered around him.
"God, yes…" she moaned, throwing her head back as she took him to the base.
Damien gritted his teeth, but his hand was already stroking himself through his pants. His discipline wavered.
Terra rode Garfield with a steady rhythm, bouncing her hips, grinding down to savor every thick inch. Her breasts jiggled with each motion, sweat gleaming in the valley of her chest.
Garfield's hands clutched her tighter, guiding her pace, groaning loudly as she fucked herself on him.
"Fuck, Terra—you feel so good," he panted, thrusting up to meet her movements.
She moaned louder, faster, the wet slap of their bodies echoing through the suite. Her hair stuck to her cheeks, her body flushed and glowing.
Damien couldn't stop watching. He freed himself, cock hard in his hand as he stroked in time with Terra's bouncing. His face twisted in frustration, but his body betrayed him.
"You stay right there," Terra said breathlessly, turning her head to glare at him mid-ride. "My body belongs only to Beast Boy."
"Oh… and when you come… don't you dare get it on the floor, or you'll clean it yourself!"
Her words were final. Damien snarled softly, but he obeyed, stroking himself furiously in the chair as he watched them.
Terra leaned down, kissing Garfield hungrily, tongues colliding as her hips moved faster. She moaned into his mouth, her pussy clenching tight around him.
He growled, flipping her suddenly, pinning her beneath him. Now he took control, slamming into her with powerful thrusts that rocked the bed.
She screamed his name, legs wrapping tight around his waist, dragging him deeper. Each thrust drove her closer, her nails raking his back as her body arched.
"BB—I'm cumming—oh fuck—I'm cumming!" she cried, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her.
Garfield roared, fucking her harder, his cock swelling before spilling inside her with thick, hot spurts.
"Terra!" he gasped, collapsing over her as his orgasm emptied into her.
She clung to him, trembling, kissing his neck feverishly as he pumped the last drops into her.
Across the room, Damien groaned, stroking himself to climax, his cum splattering across his hand and pants. His jaw locked, eyes burning with frustration as he forced himself to breathe.
For a long moment, only heavy breathing filled the suite.
Damien straightened slowly, wiping his hand with a tissue, his expression snapping back to cold stoicism. Watching them wasn't an invasion this time. He had been in their space, and they had known it. Heck, Terra allowed it.
"No one," he said firmly, voice sharp. "We speak of this to no one. Understood?"
The couple nodded weakly, still tangled together, too spent to argue.
"Good." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Now clean yourselves. The whole room smells like sex. I'll be in the dining area."
He walked out, leaving them behind.
On the bed, Garfield grinned, still half-hard, tugging at Terra playfully. "Fuckkk… no clean-up BJ? Really?"
Terra looked at him lovingly, grabbing his cock gently, stroking him just enough to make him groan. "You know we'll only make him madder if we waste more time, BB." She kissed him sweetly, nuzzling against his cheek.
Garfield pouted, then smirked. "Alright, alright. But we're showering together."
Terra sighed, but her smile betrayed her. "fuuuu…"
Steam curled thick in the hotel suite's marble shower, fogging the glass until the world outside blurred into white. Water beat down hard from the rainfall head, plastering Terra's blonde hair to her shoulders, soaking her body until it gleamed. Beast Boy pressed her against the cool tile, lips crushed to hers, hands sliding greedily over her wet skin.
She gasped as his fingers dipped between her thighs, rubbing her clit in slow circles while the water cascaded over them. He moaned into her mouth when her hand slid down, wrapping around his thick cock, stroking him with slick, practiced pulls. Their kiss broke only to trade breathy moans, foreheads pressed together as their hands worked each other off.
Terra pumped him faster, squeezing, thumb teasing his slit until his hips bucked helplessly. In return, Garfield curled his fingers against her pussy, rubbing with just the right rhythm to make her cry out, her body trembling under the spray.
They moved in sync—her wrist twisting around his cock, his fingers pressing harder, faster, until the shower filled with wet slaps and gasps.
"BB—oh fuck—I'm close," Terra panted, her knees shaking.
"Cum for me," he groaned, stroking her harder.
She shattered with a cry, her body jerking against him, pussy clenching around nothing as she squirted down his hand. He moaned at the sight, thrusting desperately into her fist until hot ropes of cum spurted against the tile, mixing with the water and dripping down the drain.
They clung to each other, laughing breathlessly, stealing one last kiss before rinsing off quickly, letting the shower wash away the mess of their passion.
Clean and dressed in fresh clothes, the couple entered the suite's dining area. The long mahogany table was already filled with plates of food: roasted chicken glazed in honey, buttered vegetables, fresh pastries, and a bowl of rich tomato soup. At the head sat Damien, now in civilian clothes—dark slacks, a crisp shirt—his uniform folded neatly away. He cut into the chicken with exact precision, posture immaculate even in this safehouse.
Garfield groaned. "Geez, you already started eating before me?"
"Before us, you mean?" Terra corrected, squeezing his hand as she slid into the chair beside him.
Damien made a loud barf sound. "Please. Can we not? Not while I'm eating."
Terra smirked, leaning onto Garfield's arm. "Says the guy who couldn't help himself but watch us and cum. Patience clearly isn't your strong suit."
Damien's knife froze mid-cut. His expression flattened. "I said we speak of this to no one."
"You didn't say anything about talking amongst ourselves," Terra quipped, smug.
"Ugh… just eat." Damien shoved another bite into his mouth.
"Sure! Don't mind if I do!" Garfield piled his plate with pastries and chicken, grinning as Terra picked delicately beside him.
They ate in relative silence until Garfield wiped his mouth and leaned forward. "Alright. Down to biz."
His tone shifted from goofy to serious, his eyes narrowing. He began recounting everything: Kyla-el's dramatic return, her claim of sensing something far greater on Earth than even Raven, and the shocking truth—that the Raven they followed might not be Raven at all. Terra froze at that, her fork halfway to her lips.
Garfield continued, explaining how Kyla-el had blessed them all with power, rallying what allies remained, while the rest of the world's heroes and villains bent knee to Raven's rule. The table grew heavier with each word.
Damien set down his fork slowly, tapping notes into his tablet. "This is… interesting. Very interesting indeed."
Terra slammed her palm onto the table. "Wait, wait, wait—Harley Quinn ascended? She's stronger than all of you now? That's insane!"
Damien only raised an eyebrow, hands folding in front of his face. "As expected of Gotham's elites. Never expect the norm from those players." His voice was calm, but his mind whirred behind his eyes.
He pushed his chair back and stood, his presence shifting from civilian to commander. "It will be dangerous to allow you two to operate alone as you have. You'll follow me back to the bunker."
Minutes later, he re-entered the dining room clad once again in his full uniform, armor gleaming beneath the dim suite lights.
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