COMMISSION: Teen Titans - Forbidden Fire [futa/futa, incest, more tags per chapter]

“You cheated!” Cyborg shouted.

“I threw you!” Beast Boy retorted immediately, tilting his bestially-crouched position on the couch to face his friend and teammate.

“I was blockin' the whole time!”

“Throws work when you're blocking!”

The two narrowed their eyes for a moment, glaring first at each other, then at the television screen, the video game they were playing displaying quite prominently that Garfield's character had won.

“...Rematch?”

“You're on.”

A knock on the door failed to rouse either of the boys, nor did it catch the attention of Raven, the gray-skinned sorceress sitting in the corner of the living room, knees tucked up to hold the massive book she was currently engrossed in, an enormous leather-bound thing with yellowing pages, no doubt holding some manner of dark, esoteric secrets.

Another knock on the door to Titans Tower left the job to Robin, inexplicably in full costume as he made his way from his room. “Seriously? Three of you in here and not one of you can answer the door?”

“No!” Cyborg and Beast Boy shouted in unison, their thumbs clicking frantically across their controllers, doing their damnedest to defeat one another in a game of lethal skill better known as Street Fighter.

“Last I checked, you were the one who ordered pizza,” Raven grumbled from her perch in the corner, not bothering to look up from her book. “I absolve myself of all responsibility to your appetite.”

Rolling his eyes, the boy wonder opened the door and immediately stiffened – the visitor at the doorstep of Titans Tower was pretty far from a pizza boy, despite bringing a pizza with her. “Blackfire,” Robin said, stunned as the dark-haired tamaranean shouldered her way past him and into the living room, a smug smirk on her face.

“'Sup, chumps,” the alien princess purred, stretching out her slim figure with a sigh of contentment. “Good to be home.”

Robin furrowed his brow, closing the door and turning to face the rambunctious alien. Last he'd seen her, she was on her home planet, getting married off to some... gelatinous... thing. Nonetheless, he didn't forget what she'd done to get where she was. “This isn't your home, Blackfire. Tamaran is.”

“Not anymore, squirt,” she retorted, opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice, flinging herself on the opposite side of the couch and taking a bite. “I'm on probation, didn't you guys get the memo? Got released on good behavior after hubby dearest died of a ruptured colon, so I got sent to my nearest family member – and you're all on babysitting duty. Where's my sister?”

Robin arched a brow. “In the shower, why do you–”

“Perfect. Seeya.” Blackfire tossed the crust of her piece of pizza into the open box, hopping off of the couch and heading towards the girls' bathroom. Fortunately she remembered the layout of the tower pretty well from her last visit.

There was a pause throughout the living room, Victor and Garfield even going so far as to pause their game, glancing from each other, to the silhouette of Blackfire vanishing into the hallway, to Robin, then back to each other.

“Wait... so, like...?” Beast Boy began, only to be stoicly interrupted by Robin.

“Don't question it,” the boy wonder said, looking like he was holding back the manliest of tears. “Just appreciate it for the beauty of its potential.”

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“Sis?” Blackfire purred mischievously as she eased open the door to the bathroom. As expected, she could hear the shower going on inside of it, and through the curtain, could see the shape of her sister cleaning herself, whistling the tamaranean pop single Klorfnabs in the Thaknidos – slightly out of tune, but nonetheless recognizable by her sister, who loaned her the album. It didn't seem like Starfire had heard her, but that was fine – it would be so much more entertaining when she slipped into the shower behind her.

Unfastening the armored areas of her own royal power suit, she lightly laid them on the bathroom floor, then slipped away the cloth sections – unveiling first her perky, teenage tits, then sliding out of her black lace panties, tilting to the side so she could briefly admire her athletic orange figure in the mirror... not to mention the soft, but nonetheless imposing member between her sleek thighs. It wasn't something unique to her, though the more traveled alien had come to learn that humans and some other species possessed different anatomy. Like her sister, however, Blackfire was a healthy adult female ta

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