Komand'r At The Wedding 4 (Patreon)

“You want me to what now?” Gar asked.

Raven didn’t care to repeat herself. She knew Gar had heard her right. And it wasn’t some inconceivable idea. His horny brain had probably been thinking the same thing hours before the idea occurred to her.

“You want to fuck me, this is how you do it. Turn into whatever Glur’s species is—I don’t care if you’re green—and then do to me what he did to Kory.”

“Oh geez, you mean Kory went through with it?” Gar looked disquieted; not a look she’d thought he’d ever wear when sex was a possibility. “Poor chick. And how’s Dick going to feel?”

“He was trained by Batman; I’m sure he’ll understand the occasional compromise for the greater good.” And it’s not like his strong commitment to monogamy kept him from adding Batgirl to his relationship with Kory whenever she was in the city. “And the marriage isn’t going to last. Komand’r found she couldn’t take the thought of sharing Glur, especially with her sister.”

Gar’s expression did another quick-change to absolute confusion. “Wait, Komand’r and Glur, they… what is with that guy?”

“I guess you can’t smell whatever pheromones Kory’s species puts out. But I can feel sexual ecstasy and…” Raven buttoned her lip. Even if she was going to be intimate with Gar, she didn’t want to discuss how all that pleasure radiating into her aura felt like fingers pinching her nipples, like she’d just finished being tongue-kissed. “How much do you want to question this, Gar? I’m horny enough to do this. I want you to shapeshift. I wouldn’t think that’d be a problem, considering what a horndog you are.”

“It isn’t! It isn’t!” Gar said, his eyes finally focusing on Raven as he realized he could get with her. “Although… I’ve never shifted into a Glur before. I don’t know how strong his species’s instincts will be. Things could get a little intense.”

“Do I look like I can’t do intense?” Raven asked witheringly. “You get naked. Don’t just watch me.”

“Just watch—” Gar asked wonderingly, before seeing Raven undo the clasp on her cloak. Even it fluttering to the ground seemed to make her ten times hotter. And him even more shocked by the thought of being naked with Raven.

“I said don’t gawk!” Then Raven softened, giving a gentle smile to Gar. There was a reason she’d gone to him for this—she knew she could trust him. “Just pretend I’m colorblind, if that helps.”

Hearing Raven, of all people, launch a joke jarred Gar out of his ongoing mystification with the turn the night had taken. He wasn’t going to put any more effort into trying to figure out what had gone down with Kory and her sister and with Glur, of all people. (Was he even a people?)

Gar was getting naked.

It wasn’t until he’d stripped that he fully realized Raven had too. They stood there in the middle of Gar’s room, completely nude, their eyes sweeping over each other’s bodies. Gar thought Raven might be gawking at the freakshow—yes, he was green, yes, he was hairy, no, he wasn’t hung like Cyborg, but that guy had been able to pick how his cock was rebuilt!

But when Raven spoke, her voice was charged with lust. “Not bad, Gar. If we did this on another night, I think I wouldn’t want you to change into anything at all.”

“You w-wouldn’t…?” Gar asked, feeling himself switching back from anticipation to nerves. It seemed like those were his only two emotions, and they swapped as fast as a coin being flipped.

One good thing about turning into Glur; it’d do as much to break the ice as downing a pint of beer. And maybe, if they just wanted this to be a one-time thing… or Raven wanted it to be a one-time thing… they could just think of it as Glur and not him and Raven.

“But this isn’t about what I want. It’s about what my body needs.”

Gar nodded numbly. This was crazy, but if he didn’t want a crazy life… well, step one, quit being a superhero, step two, quit being into Trigon’s daughter, step three, move away from Hollywood.

He decided to change before he could do or say anything else that would damage Raven’s perception of him as a sophisticated ladies’ man.

Even Raven’s jaw had to drop. Suddenly friendly, harmless, amicable Gar was replaced with a swirling mass of tentacles… phallic arms and feelers and even a snout, all centered on a massive trunk she knew to have all the cum that had both satisfied and whetted the two Tamaranian sister’s appetites for a long, long night.

Raven felt her pussy quiver. At the moment, Gar was nothing but big, hard cocks.

As if in a trace, Raven moved closer to the green tentacles, wide eyes switching from one bulging cock to another. She stopped in front of him, looking into his eyes. They, at least, were the same shade of green as they always were—naughty and boyish in equal measure—she bit her lip, wondering if this was roleplaying or simple debauchery.

It didn’t really matter. Somewhere between the first hour and the seventh hour of Kory’s orgy, she’d realized this was a curiosity that had to be resolved. Forming an unfamiliar smile, she reached her hand out. A long, thick cock came down into her hand.

“I love it,” she purred.

All the tentacles that were Gar seemed to preen. Their heads hardened and thickened more, brimming with precum. Raven remembered how Kory and her sister had delighted in all the cum Glur had given them. She didn’t think she’d appreciate it as much… but if she ended up cocked as much as Starfire had been, she didn’t think there’d be much difference between appreciating it a lot or a little. She would be at her pinnacle one way or another.

“Thanks for doing this for me, Gar,” Raven cooed, though it was more like he was doing it to her. She felt the tentacle in her hand get harder while she slipped her hold along its length. It was all cock, pure cock, full and ripe—throbbing violently in her grip like Gar was as excited about this as she was.

Gar put another tentacle on Raven’s shoulder. It slid down her arm. She squeezed the tentacle, released it, then squeezed it harder. More tentacles explored her rounded breasts. Raven stepped closer like she was being pulled in, pressing her body to the tangle of tentacles Gar had for her, getting a good handful of two cocks and wondering where they’d end up when they entered her.

The cock in her right hand got even bigger with her holding it. Raven didn’t know if she was trying to tease it… sliding her fingers from the tip to the extent of her arm’s reach, then back towards her. But her hand moved slowly, for whatever reason, and Gar seemed to like her milking his cock that way… liked watching her do it too.

She saw Gar’s other tentacles getting harder; she felt her pussy getting wetter, wetter. For once, she actually liked being the center of attention. Having so many cocks focused on her, hard and thick, aroused Raven more than she thought possible.

Tentacles curled around her breasts. The tips slid along her nipples. She looked down at the big, pulpy cockheads and saw they were painting her areolas with little drops of precum.

Raven opened her mouth, wanting to take a cock in her mouth, taste the thick cream that had addicted Kory and Komand’r with its sensual taste. Gar seemed to know. A tentacle approached Raven’s face. She opened her lips, offering her hot wet mouth. And at the first thrilling touch of her hungry tongue on the cock, all of Gar’s tentacles shuddered.

Gar couldn’t talk in his present form, but he could grunt. Raven heard the lust in that vocalization. She didn’t think her pussy could get any wetter.

Gar pushed forward, jamming his cock against Raven’s lapping tongue. She opened her mouth wide to make room for it; Gar took full advantage, let her suck on all that tasty cock she was able to accept into her mouth. She felt the end of the tentacle throbbing hard at the opening of her throat and she clutched the length that was still outside her mouth, milking it with both hands.

Suddenly, she felt a tentacle trail along her groin from behind. It was frightening to realize she’d gotten so close to Gar that his tentacles could wrap around her. A good frightening. She felt a cockhead touch the wetness of her slit and sucked on the hard, throbbing tentacle-tip in her mouth as if to invite that other extension of Gar’s body into her womanhood. Gar showed no sign of rejecting the openness of her little pussy—but he didn’t start exploring it as he had her mouth.