Tagging In

Titan Tower seemed particularly charged with strong, errant emotions that afternoon, so Raven decided to ride out the turbulent onslaught on her calm by spending some time in her flower garden. After an hour of sun and sweat, she felt ready for a cool bath.

With most of the team home instead of occupying the Tower, she thought nothing of going to the nearest bathroom to wash up instead of tracking mud all the way to her room. She floated up to the nearest open window but, almost through it, she stopped. Tilted her head to the side to better hear what she was hearing.

Coming from behind the almost shut door of the bathroom she heard low moans and sighs, unmistakably pleasurable, and the erratic squawk of a rusty hinge on the toilet seat. Raven didn’t see why the noise was so continuous, like someone was bouncing up and down on the seat. And why they sounded like they were enjoying themselves so much.

She slid close to the door, wanting to resolve her curiosity without any fuss, and was about to simply open the door when she suddenly realized what all those sounds added up to. Someone was in there, jerking off!

No wonder there’d been so many stray feelings breaking against her psychic walls. Someone in the Tower was so turned on that they’d decided to indulge their lust instead of repressing it. Raven had to know who. Very carefully, she pressed her cheek up against the wall so that she could look through the cracked door without being seen herself. One small look inside and her eyes jumped open as if to devour as much as possible of the spectacle she’d unknowingly stumbled upon.

Kon was seated on the toilet, cock up and out of his pants. In one hand he held a magazine up to his face, the cover a smorgasbord of the scantily-clad women inside. His other hand was on his raging erection, flying up and down. Raven felt the image committing itself to her memory: Superboy’s massive red prick throbbing and jerking as if trying to escape from his tightened fist, gleaming in the bright fluorescent light with the precum dotting its head.

Mystery solved, Raven decided to retreat from the situation. She was still a sweaty mess and still needed to wash up. But as she flew to her room and took off her shoes to drop in the sink, she landed on her stocking feet and her legs were suddenly trembling beneath her. She’d felt another wave of lust breaking against her defenses and now she knew all that emotion could be traced back to Kon’s young, thick cock. She could not get the corresponding image out of her mind. All that passion belonged to that big dick.

And Raven was no longer able to maintain her equilibrium as she once had. The combination aroused her. Her sex was wet, attacking her trembling thighs with moisture. She had never once thought of Superboy sexually before, but now there was no getting rid of the lewd thoughts.

Before, she could dismiss such lustful energies as simple animal biology, no different than a beast in rut, but coupled with the sight of Kon, it was all undeniable. She wanted all that lust for herself, so long as it came with the massive endowment she had seen being wasted on Kon’s own hand!

Raven looked across the room to her bed, the pristinely made sheets a mute testament to how little passion they’d seen. In her mind’s eye, she saw Kon there, stretched out with his powerful physique on full display, his erection jutting up massively from his groin. A potent instrument of pleasure waiting for her to use it to its fullest. Raven’s mouth watered at the thought of how much lust was behind that already immense tool. What would it feel like to experience Kon’s desire coupled with that physicality…

With lips trembling, Raven forced herself away from the mental vision, looking instead at the reflection of herself in the bathroom mirror. What am I thinking? Kon’s ten years younger than me, at least! But… that prick is so fresh, ripe, just waiting to be used! How can I stop thinking about it? Especially when I can still feel his lustful thoughts filling up the Tower? Maybe, maybe if I go back he’ll be finished… I can tell him not to do that in the Tower…

Unconsciously, Raven had slipped one hand down into her jeans, a long finger finding and stroking her engorged clit. The pulsing desire inside her grew hotter when she saw her passionate reflection, imagining how Kon would see it, how he’d desire her as readily as any of the bimbos in his magazine.

“I can’t keep being bombarded like this,” Raven growled, trying to marshal her anger at Kon’s discourtesy instead of being swept along by someone else’s emotions. She could not admit that, when she looked at her eyes in the mirror, she saw pure passion.

Quickly washing up in the sink and changing into her usual attire, Raven strode purposefully back down to the bathroom Kon was in, though her nerves were tingling and sweat was quick to return to her most intimate parts. But she knew she had to shove open the door and walk in on Kon, to intrude on him like his passions had intruded on her. To do otherwise was to cede the entire Tower to her discomfort.

“Raven!” Kon gasped in surprise, finding himself suddenly faced with a potent mix of scarily strict disciplinarian and lavishly sexual beauty. It strangled his thick erection like a dose of cold water and he dropped the magazine into his lap to hide his nakedness, even as his eyes traced over her body, finding plenty revealed by the skintight bodysuit she wore under her cloak. God, she had a great body for such a spooky chick. “Geez, you can’t find another bathroom? I’m in here!”

“Doing what?” Raven demanded, emboldened by his nervousness and the almost, but not quite, total deletion of his lustful urges. “What’s that you have there, young man?”

Her voice was firm, but Raven had to admit to herself how hard she worked to keep it from trembling and betraying her own nerves. There was no pretending she had her usual effortless stoicism.

“Nothing, Rae, it’s nothing,” Kon mumbled, trying to hide the porn rag under his hands, but also keep hidden his exposed prick.

Then his eyes returned to Raven, hapless of his own incrimination, and he saw that in her hurried rush to redress herself, Raven hadn’t covered her body as much as usual. The halter of her bodysuit did not lie flatly as it usually did, but folded in on itself to not fully cover her proud breasts, leaving them half exposed. His ready manhood jerked back to life at a treat even more sumptuous than it’d gotten secondhand from the magazine that covered it.

“Hand it over,” Raven demanded, holding out her hand in the direction of his magazine, which seemed to twitch even with both of Kon’s hands on top of it. Raven’s mouth went dry, realizing the only part of Kon’s body that could be lending the rag its motion.