Knocking on the Tamaranean Backdoor

The research room in Titans Tower was a cluttered mess of glowing screens and scattered files. Starfire hovered over the table, her long legs swaying as she sorted through papers Raven and Robin had dumped on them, her brow knit in focus. Beast Boy slumped in a swivel chair nearby, spinning restlessly, a pencil twirling between his fingers, boredom oozing from him.

“Dude,” he groaned, “Raven and Robin are out there getting steamy, and we’re stuck here like geeks! Where’s our fun?”

Starfire glanced up, tilting her head. “The ‘steamy’ is not their patrol’s purpose, yes? They seek evidence.”

Beast Boy smirked, rolling closer. “C’mon, Star, they’re hooking up right now—laughing at us for being lame. We gotta even the score!”

Her eyes widened, and she floated down, hands on her hips. “The coupling? Here? But, Beast Boy, I am reluctant—Robin would not appreciate me coupling with another. It would trouble him.”

He grinned wide. “That’s the beauty of it! We hit the backdoor—Robin’ll never suspect. It’s sneaky, hot, and we’ll outdo ‘em.”

Starfire frowned, arms crossing. “The backdoor? The… posterior entry? I have not ventured such intimacies. It is most unorthodox.”

“Perfect loophole!” he said, hopping up, voice coaxing. “Robin’s all front-door predictable. This stays our secret—I’ll make it so good.”

She chewed her lip, doubt stiffening her stance. “The honor of Tamaranean loyalty weighs upon me… I must not dishonor our leader.”

Beast Boy stepped closer, hand brushing her arm, tone softening. “No dishonor, Star—just us having a blast. Robin’s too busy playing hero to guess how wild you can get. Let me show you.” He winked, playful yet earnest.

She paused, musing softly, “Yet the thrill of the forbidden tempts me…” Her gaze flickered, curiosity sparking. “You will… be gentle? I am untested in this.”

“Scout’s honor,” he said, tracing an X over his chest. “Take off your panties and straddle me—I’ll ease you in.” He flopped back into the chair, patting his lap.

She sighed, a shy smile breaking through. “Very well, but be tender and swift! I will not be delayed by your antics.” Her fingers hesitated, then slid her purple panties down, kicking them aside with a nervous giggle. She straddled him, skirt riding up, her bare warmth settling atop his thighs. The chair wobbled slightly as he grinned, hands slipping under her.

“Step one,” he murmured, fingers tracing her pussy, parting her folds. She gasped, “Oh!” as he slid one finger in, slow, feeling her slick heat. “Gotta warm you up.” He curled it deeper, adding a second, then a third, stretching her with patient pumps. Her grip dented the table edge behind her, moans soft, reluctance fading.

“This is… most invigorating,” she whispered, rocking into his rhythm, her wetness slicking his hand.

“See? I’m a pro,” he said, voice husky. He freed his cock, throbbing and eager, guiding it to her pussy. He teased slow and sly, dragging the tip along her slit, tracing her wet folds. Her breath hitched, a whimper escaping as he rubbed it back and forth, dipping just the edge in—barely breaching—then pulling out, circling again. “Yeah, you’re into it,” he muttered, smirking as her hips twitched, her slickness coating him. Lost in the pleasure, his eyes glinted, a low growl rumbling as his wild side stirred, urging him closer. He slid the tip in and out, shallow and sneaky, then nudged half the head in, her warmth gripping him—until she jolted, shoving his chest. “No! That is not the agreement—Robin must not know of such a breach!”

“Whoa, my bad!” he chuckled, pulling out quick. “Backdoor it is!” He redirected, slick fingers circling her tight, virgin ass, pressing one in slow. She whimpered, “Most curious!” His grip tightened, a primal edge creeping in as he eased in a second, then a third, lubing her until she relaxed, moans breathy.

“Ready?” he asked, voice rough, guiding her. She nodded, and he lowered her onto his cock, inching into her backdoor. She gasped—“By X’Hal, the intensity!”—as he breached her, tight and overwhelming. He groaned, thrusting up slow, the chair creaking louder.

“Ngh—you’re insane,” he panted, building a rhythm. “Robin’s missing the show!”

She giggled, breathless. “He would be bewildered! ‘Starfire, explain this posterior undertaking!’” Her mimicry broke into a yelp as he thrust deeper, her body trembling, heat flaring.

It turned wild—her riding him, his thrusts fierce, her tightness driving him mad. “Hold on—gonna rock you!” he grinned, and she moaned, “This ignites my Tamaranean flames!” Her first climax hit—she cried, “The glorious rush!”—juices dripping onto his lap, the chair wobbling dangerously.

His control frayed—eyes flashing, that growl returning as something shifted. His cock pulsed inside her, thick and insistent, a prelude to the storm. She gasped, savoring it, “Oh—such movement!” as it throbbed, stretching her at different angles, teasing her senses. She rocked harder, moaning louder, feeling him shift inside—then it broke loose. His cock swelled fully, a beast-mode thickness stretching her ass beyond, and she shattered. Her second climax erupted—eyes rolling back, tongue lolling in a screaming “GLORIOUUUUUS!” that shook the room. Juices sprayed, soaking him, the table tipping, files flying, a monitor crashing, a wire sparking overhead. He thrust deep, unloading a hot, messy flood into her ass, cum spilling out, dripping in sticky rivers down her thighs and his lap, pooling below.

They slumped, a drenched wreck, the chair cracked beneath them. Starfire sagged, dazed, giggling weakly. “Oh my… that was… beyond all comprehension! My warrior stars have been most delightfully scrambled!”

Beast Boy smirked, panting. “Told ya—beast mode wins! Robin’s got zip!”

She gasped at the clock. “We are dreadfully late! They will be perturbed!”

He grinned. “Worth it. We’ll say we got buried in a wild study sesh. Backdoor bonus.”

Starfire swatted him, wobbling up, skirt askew, panties crumpled on the floor. “You absurd rogue! We must hasten—before they suspect our soaked chaos!”

They stumbled out, leaving a shambles—papers strewn, tech sparking—oblivious that Raven and Robin were just as tardy, lost in their alley mess.