Epilogue: Green-Eyed Monster

In the days and weeks that followed, Raven found many excuses to visit Metropolis. To most of her fellow Titans, the mystic's disappearances hadn't been particularly notable. She often spent long hours alone in her room, or pursuing her studies. They gave their congratulations when she told them how she'd been accepted at Metropolis University for a special course of study in occult history, to gain better access to the books in their library. It wasn't strange, in those circumstances, for Raven to sometimes stay overnight in Metropolis, or even an entire weekend.

After all, Raven was always there when they needed her. Her performance during their missions was better than before. She was powerful, reliable, coldly rational, always in utter control of herself. They could sense her increased confidence, the ease with which she invoked powerful spells, the way she carried herself with calm assurance. No incidents where Trigon's influence threatened to overwhelm her, no lashing out at teammates when they made a mistake. Robin even noted that she seemed...happy.

Beast Boy knew better.

He could smell it on her. The scent of a rival. It hurt, every time Raven came back from one of her visits, swathed in the smell of sex with someone else. Sometimes he found himself lying away at night, one hand on his cock, as he smelled her lover.

"Rae's cock," he thought, as he stared at his own pathetic pecker. As a shapeshifter, Beast Boy knew he could give himself the penis of any animal. A horse, a blue whale. Ridiculous, impossible cocks, bigger than his own body. Yet his own dick, the one he was born with, was ludicrously small, stubby, the balls that hung beneath it in his tiny sack like a pair of green marbles.

His tongue ran over his fingers...and then down the crack of his ass to his hole. The smooth, tight human anus swelled and pushed out to a donut that wouldn't look out of place on a pregnant mare. The spit-slick fingers slide in almost without effort, then the tight muscles squeezed around them. His cock stiffened and spurted, his watery seed spilling out onto his emerald abs, and as Beast Boy fingered his ass with his left hand, he scooped the jizz up with his right and brought it to his lips.

If only this was Rae's jizz, he thought, a crimson blush muddling the green of his cheeks. I would drain her dry! She doesn't need that...that cunt!

For a moment, Beast Boy's green eyes flashed, reflective as a cat's. The darkness in the room shifted. He stared at the vent that ran from his room to Raven's. That carried her scent to him, every night. His ears became pointed, tufted with green. Soft snores echoed from her room. She was back...and she wasn't alone.

With barely a thought, he pulled his fingers out of his buttocks and moved toward the vent. Perspective shifted as his body shrank and elongated. An emerald octopus slid between the grates, the little green arms grabbed onto protrusions and pulled his bulk forward. Across the dusty metal of the vent. To peer between the vents into Raven's room.

A form, covered by a sheet...and there, naked on the bed next to it, Raven lay in all of her glory. Eyes closed, her face was as peaceful and innocent as an angel's. Her cock, so thick and massive, lay sprawled across her thigh, the hairless balls between her legs hid her pussy, but Beast Boy knew it was there.

He paused for a moment. Emotions warred within him. Yet need propelled him to squeeze through the vent. To hang for a moment by his arms...and then his body slid forward, skeleton forming, muscles shifting and rippling. A forked tongue slid out between scaly lips to taste the air as the emerald snake slithered across the carpet, and wended its way up the bed. From his vantage, the valley of Raven's thighs looked huge.

Beast Boy's snaky snoot bumped into her balls, and he froze. She did not move. Deep asleep. Slowly, so as not to wake her, his serpentine body squeezed in between thigh and ballsack. Up, over, and around, moving just a little at a time, until a full coil of his body cinched softly around her scrote. She murmured something unintelligible in her sleep, but neither Raven nor her fuckbuddy stirred further, and driven by the heat of her body, Beast Boy moved on.

In the jungle, he had seen snakes mate. How they wrapped themselves around each other, to align their genitals. That wasn't possible with Rae, not as he was...but like the snake on the Cadeucus staff, he could wrap his snaky body around her rod. It stiffened in her sleep as his coils constricted the blood flow. Beast Boy could feel her testicles throb...and then he got to the tip.

A forked tongue flicked out to touch the drop of pre-cum on the urethra. The scent alone was enough to drive him mad. With barely a thought, he unhinged his jaw and opened wide.

"Hmmm...Lois..." Raven murmured. "Jus' like that..."

Beast Boy held the glans in his throat. His coils constricted, slowly, rhythmically. Milking the dickgirl in her sleep. Excitement built inside of him as he felt the dribble of precum slide down his esophagus. How badly he wanted her to wake up, to just let him engulf that massive cock down to the base as she used him like a sex toy to suck her dick.

The load came before he was ready for it. A hot stream like she had pissed straight down his throat. His jaw clamped tight as the liquid heat flooded his cold-blooded body.

"...good...bitch..." Raven said in her sleep. "Mouth...pussy..."

As her cock softened, Beast Boy withdrew. The hot liquid load in his body made him drowsy, but he slithered on an up the wall. Guilt warred with arousal as his body shifted back to an octopus, to draw himself through the vent. Back to his room. To resume his human shape, and wank off with his pathetic human prick. A green-eyed monster that preyed on his love as she slept next to her lover.

How he wished that was him.

"I want to be your bitch," he murmured, when human lips allowed him to, and licked, still able to taste her salty majesty.

It might have been better, then, if she had woken up an found him. For Beast Boy's success spurred him onto a course from which there was no coming back.