Chapter 4: A Tamaranian Experiment
The sterile hum of the medical bay’s machines filled the air, their rhythmic beeps almost soothing—until Starfire’s hand closed around him. Cyborg’s breath hitched, his internal systems flashing warnings he barely registered. Her touch was warm, impossibly soft against the cold metal of his body, and it sent a jolt of sensation through him that he couldn’t process. He froze, his HUD spiking with alerts, but his body refused to pull away. It was too much, too new, and yet he couldn’t stop the low groan that escaped his lips.
“Star,” he managed, his voice hoarse and unsteady. “What are you doing?” He already knew, but the words tumbled out anyway, a desperate attempt to make sense of the situation. His metallic hand twitched at his side, unsure whether to push her away or pull her closer. She didn’t answer immediately, her gaze locked on his with an intensity that made his circuits buzz. Her fingers tightened slightly, and he felt his body betray him, leaning into her touch.
Her eyes burned with a curiosity he’d never seen before, raw and unguarded. “On my planet,” she began, her voice low and deliberate, “we have many rituals to understand the… mysteries of the flesh.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and he felt his systems stutter. She shifted her grip, her fingers exploring the contours of his erection with a confidence that left him breathless. “This ‘gift’ you speak of,” she continued, her gaze never leaving his, “it is new to you. But not to me. I wish to understand it, to experience it, to help you control it.”
Cyborg swallowed hard, his mind racing. He’d expected shock, maybe even disgust, but not this—this eagerness, this boldness. “You want to… experiment?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly. The word felt absurd, clinical, but it was the only one he could grasp. Starfire’s lips curved into a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Is that not what friends do, Cyborg?” she replied, her tone light but laced with something deeper. “We explore new things together. And I must admit, this is… quite intriguing.” Her hand moved again, stroking the length of his shaft, and he groaned, his body arching toward her.
“Starfire,” he said, his voice strained, “I don’t know if this is a good idea.” He was still reeling from Raven’s rejection, still trying to process the fact that he even had these desires in the first place. He wasn’t sure he was ready for this, not with Starfire, not with anyone. But she wasn’t listening. Her hand continued its exploration, her fingers tracing the veins and contours of his cock with a precision that left him trembling. “Do you not trust me, Cyborg?” she asked, her voice soft but insistent. “Do you not believe that I can handle this… power?”
He hesitated, his gaze locking onto hers. He trusted Starfire with his life, but this was different. This was intimate, vulnerable, and he wasn’t sure he could handle the emotional fallout if things went wrong. As if sensing his hesitation, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “I promise,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin, “I will be gentle. I will not hurt you. I only wish to understand.”
He closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation. Her touch was intoxicating, a symphony of pleasure that he couldn’t resist. “Okay,” he breathed, his voice barely audible. “Okay, Star. But be careful.” Her smile widened, her eyes shining with excitement. “I will,” she promised, her hand tightening around his shaft. “Now, tell me, Cyborg… what does this feel like?” She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, and he groaned again, his body arching toward her.
He tried to explain, to articulate the complex sensations flooding his system, but words failed him. All he could do was moan and writhe, his body surrendering to the pleasure. Starfire watched him intently, her eyes wide with fascination, her hand never faltering. As she continued to stroke him, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his muscles tensing with anticipation. “Starfire,” he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. “I… I don’t think I can…”
Before he could finish the sentence, a voice boomed from the doorway. “What in the name of Azarath is going on here?!” Raven stood there, her eyes blazing with fury, her cloak swirling around her like a storm cloud. The party was over.
Cyborg’s head snapped toward the doorway, his systems stuttering as Raven’s voice sliced through the haze. He hadn’t heard her approach, too lost in the electric pull of Starfire’s touch. Guilt and anger tangled in his chest, a storm he couldn’t untangle. “Raven,” he muttered, his voice rough, “this isn’t what it looks like.”
Starfire didn’t flinch, her fingers still wrapped around his shaft, her grip firm but oddly gentle. She turned her head slightly, her green eyes locking onto Raven’s, unapologetic and defiant. “We are exploring,” she said, her tone calm but edged with a challenge. “Is there a problem?”
Raven’s eyes narrowed, her gaze flickering between Cyborg’s flushed face and Starfire’s hand. Her cloak billowed as if caught in an invisible wind, and her voice was sharp enough to cut glass. “Exploring?” she spat, her lips curling in disgust. “You’re both acting like—"
“Like what, Raven?” Cyborg snapped, his voice rising as he cut her off. “Like humans? Like beings who actually have needs and desires? Sorry if that’s too much for your perfect, meditative little world.” He stepped forward, his body tense, his erection still throbbing with an ache he couldn’t ignore.
Raven’s jaw tightened, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “You’re being reckless, Victor,” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “This isn’t you. You’re better than this.”
“Maybe this is me now,” Cyborg shot back, his voice cracking with frustration. “Maybe I’m finally done pretending I’m some kind of emotionless machine. If you can’t handle that, then maybe you’re not the friend I thought you were.”
Starfire stepped back, her hand slipping away from him, her expression flickering with hurt. “Cyborg, perhaps I should leave,” she said softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She glanced at Raven, then back at him, her eyes searching his face. “I do not wish to cause conflict.”
“No, Star, stay,” Cyborg said, his voice softening as he reached for her hand. He turned back to Raven, his jaw set. “You’re the one causing conflict, Raven. If you can’t accept this, then leave. I’m done apologizing for who I am.”
Raven’s eyes widened, her composure faltering for the first time. “Victor, I’m just trying to protect you,” she said, her voice trembling. “This… this isn’t like you. You’re changing, and I don’t know how to help.”
“You can’t help,” Cyborg said, his voice heavy with frustration. “You don’t even try to understand. You just judge. Well, I’m done with that. I’m done with you.” He turned away from her, his hand tightening around Starfire’s. “Come on, Star. Let’s go.”
Starfire hesitated, her eyes flicking between Cyborg and Raven. “Are you certain, Cyborg?” she asked softly, her voice filled with concern. “I do not wish to—”
“I’m certain,” Cyborg interrupted, his voice firm. He shot one last glare at Raven. “She’s made it clear where she stands. I don’t need her judgment. I need someone who actually wants to help me.”
Raven’s face crumpled, her hands dropping to her sides. “Victor, please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Don’t do this.”
But Cyborg was already walking away, pulling Starfire with him. He didn’t look back, his mind set. He led her down the hallway, his steps quick and purposeful, his heart pounding in his chest. “You’re the only one who gets it, Star,” he muttered, his voice low. “The only one who doesn’t look at me like I’m some kind of monster.”
Starfire squeezed his hand, her touch warm and reassuring. “You are not a monster, Cyborg,” she said softly. “You are strong, and brave, and… beautiful. In ways that are unique to you.”
Cyborg’s chest tightened at her words, a flicker of warmth cutting through the storm inside him. He pushed open the door to his room, stepping inside and pulling her with him. The room was dimly lit, the hum of his machines a familiar backdrop. He turned to face her, his breath catching in his throat. “Star,” he said, his voice rough, “I need you. Right now.”
Starfire’s eyes softened, her hands reaching up to cup his face. “I am here, Cyborg,” she whispered, her voice filled with certainty. “I will help you.”
Cyborg’s heart raced as he guided her hand back to his erection, his breath hitching. “Use both hands,” he murmured, his voice low and urgent. “It’s… it’s too much for one.” He watched as she obeyed, her fingers wrapping around him, her touch sending sparks through his system. He groaned, his head falling back as the tension in his body began to unravel. For the first time in weeks, he felt understood. He felt alive.
Starfire hesitated for a fraction of a second, her brow furrowing slightly, before her expression cleared, replaced by a look of fierce determination. "As you wish, Cyborg," she murmured, her voice husky with a newfound confidence. Her hands moved with purpose, one sliding up the length of his shaft while the other cupped him at the base, her fingers tracing the ridges and veins with a curiosity that sent a shudder through him. She shifted her grip, her palms warm against the cool metal, and began to stroke him with a rhythm that was both tentative and deliberate. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that made his circuits hum louder than ever. "Is this… okay?" she asked, her voice soft but laced with an edge of uncertainty.
Cyborg groaned, his head falling back against the wall, his eyes squeezing shut. The sensations were overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over him. He could feel every nerve ending firing, every circuit humming, his body on the verge of overload. "Star," he gasped, his voice barely audible, "fuck… that feels incredible." His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the metal plates in his arms shifting slightly as he fought to keep himself steady. "Don’t stop," he muttered, his voice rough with need. "Please, don’t stop."
Starfire’s lips curved into a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is this what you desire, Cyborg?" she asked, her voice laced with playful teasing. She increased the pressure, her hands moving faster, her touch becoming more demanding. Her fingers explored every inch of him, testing, teasing, learning what made him gasp and what made him groan. "Tell me what you want," she urged, her voice low and breathless. "Tell me what feels good."
"Yes," Cyborg managed, his voice strained, "fuck yes, Starfire. That’s… that’s amazing. Don’t stop." He opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto hers, his pupils dilated with desire. "Faster," he urged, his voice rough with need. "Please, Star, faster." His body was taut, every muscle coiled tight, his systems whirring louder with each stroke of her hands. He could feel the pressure building, the heat spreading through him, and he knew he was close—so close.
Starfire’s smile widened, her eyes shining with excitement. She obeyed without hesitation, her hands moving with a speed and skill that left him breathless. The air crackled with energy, the room filled with the sound of his ragged breaths and her soft moans. Her touch was relentless, her grip firm but not painful, and he could feel himself losing control. "Oh, Cyborg," she gasped, her voice filled with pleasure, "this is… extraordinary. I had no idea…" She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Tell me what you want me to do, Cyborg. Tell me how to make you feel good."
"Harder," Cyborg groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Squeeze harder, Star. Fuck, that feels so good." He arched his back, his body begging for more, his mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. His systems were flashing warnings, his internal temperature rising, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the way her hands felt on him, the way she was making him feel. "Yes, Star," he moaned, his voice barely coherent, "like that… just like that. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop."
Starfire’s grip tightened, her hands squeezing his shaft with a surprising amount of force. Cyborg cried out, his body convulsing with each stroke, his senses on the verge of overload. Her movements were frantic now, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she focused entirely on him. "I will not," she promised, her voice filled with determination. "You feel so good, Cyborg," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "So powerful."
"Fuck, Star," Cyborg yelled, his voice cracking as he neared his climax. "I’m gonna… I’m gonna explode." His body tensed, his muscles coiling tight, his senses reaching a fever pitch. He could feel the pressure building, the heat spreading through him, and he knew he was close—so close. "Faster, Starfire," he screamed, "faster, faster, FASTER!"
Starfire didn’t need to be told twice. Her hands moved with lightning speed, her grip tightening around his shaft, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Cyborg roared, his head falling back against the wall, his body convulsing violently. The room seemed to disappear, the world narrowing down to just the two of them, the pleasure consuming him completely. "AAAAAHHHHH!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the room as he came, his systems completely overloading. "FUCK YES!"
He felt his body explode, a torrent of white-hot pleasure erupting from his core, washing over him in waves of pure ecstasy. He bucked and shuddered, his muscles spasming uncontrollably, his mind completely blank. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, a release so intense it left him gasping for air, his systems whirring furiously as they tried to process the overload. Starfire continued to stroke him, her hands never faltering, her eyes filled with awe and fascination. She watched as he came, her gaze fixed on his face, her expression a mixture of wonder and desire.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the spasms subsided, his body slowly beginning to relax. He slumped against the wall, his chest heaving, his limbs trembling. "Fuck," he whispered, his voice hoarse and shaky. "That was… incredible." He looked at Starfire, his eyes filled with gratitude and awe. "Thank you, Star," he said softly. "Thank you for everything." She smiled at him, her eyes soft and warm, and for the first time in weeks, he felt like himself again. He felt alive.
The hum of the medical bay’s machines seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the sound of Cyborg’s ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic noise of Starfire’s mouth working over him. His metallic member throbbed in her grip, still slick with his release, and he watched, transfixed, as she examined the remnants of his seed on her fingers. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the fluid with a curiosity that sent a shiver down his spine. “Damn,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, “you’re… something else.”
Starfire’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile, her eyes dark with something primal. “That,” she said, her voice low and sultry, “was… fascinating.” She licked her fingers clean, her gaze never leaving his, and Cyborg felt his body respond despite himself. “But,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, “I think there’s more to explore.”
Before he could protest, her hands were on his face, her touch gentle but insistent. Her thumbs traced the line of his jaw, and her breath was warm against his skin. “Close your eyes,” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding. He hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, letting himself fall into the moment.
Her lips brushed his, tentative at first, then more urgent. Her tongue flicked against his, exploring, teasing, and he groaned, his hands finding her hips. She tasted like something alien, something sweet and electric, and he couldn’t get enough. “Star,” he breathed, his voice barely audible, “you’re… incredible.”
She pulled back slightly, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “Open your mouth wider,” she whispered, her voice husky with need. He obeyed without thinking, his jaw dropping open, his body trembling with anticipation. Her lips closed around the head of his cock, and he gasped, his hands tangling in her hair.
Her mouth was hot, her tongue flicking and teasing, and he felt himself hardening again, his body responding to her touch with a ferocity that surprised him. “Fuck,” he groaned, his grip tightening in her hair. “Star, you’re… you’re killing me.”
She moaned in response, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin, and he knew she was just as lost in this as he was. He began to thrust his hips, his body moving on instinct, desperate for more. “That’s it,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Just like that.”
Her throat tightened around him, and he felt her gag slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she took him deeper, her hands gripping his hips, her body writhing against his. He could feel her struggle, her throat constricting, but he couldn’t stop. He was too far gone, too consumed by the pleasure.
“Star,” he gasped, his voice breaking, “you’re… so tight.” His hands tightened in her hair, and he began to thrust harder, his hips pistoning into her mouth. She moaned around him, the sound muffled but desperate, and he felt himself edging closer to the brink.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his body tensing, “I’m gonna…” He didn’t finish the sentence, his release crashing over him in a wave of blinding pleasure. His hands gripped her head, holding her in place as he spilled himself down her throat, his body shuddering with the force of it.
When it was over, he collapsed back against the medical table, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Starfire pulled away, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with a mix of satisfaction and something darker. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her gaze never leaving his. “Cyborg,” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly, “that was… extraordinary.”
He looked at her, his chest heaving, his mind still reeling. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, “you’re… something else.” He reached out, his hand brushing her cheek, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes closing for a moment.
“There’s more,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “So much more.” She leaned in, her lips brushing his, and he felt a fresh wave of desire surge through him. “Let me show you,” she murmured, her breath hot against his skin.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Cyborg’s hands gripped the edge of the medical table, his systems whirring with a mix of urgency and restraint. Starfire’s eyes locked onto his, wide and unblinking, her lips parted as if she was about to speak but couldn’t find the words. He leaned in closer, his voice low and rough, “You sure you can handle this, Star? ‘Cause once we start, I’m not stopping.” Her breath hitched, and she nodded slowly, her fingers curling into the fabric of the table.
He didn’t wait. Grabbing the back of her head, he guided her mouth toward him, his other hand gripping her shoulder to steady her. The first contact was electric—her lips wrapped around him, warm and tentative, her tongue brushing against the tip. A low groan escaped him, his head falling back as he muttered, “Yeah, that’s it. Just like that.” Her hands reached up, gripping his hips for balance, her nails digging into his metal plating.
The rhythm started slow, her movements unsure but eager, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. His breathing grew ragged, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Fuck, Star, you’re so good at this,” he growled, his voice breaking. The sound of her gagging filled the room, wet and raw, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pushed herself further, her throat relaxing around him as she took more, her eyes watering but never leaving his.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. His hips jerked forward, driving himself deeper, the sensation overwhelming. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his voice rough and guttural. The room was filled with the sounds of suction, spit, and her muffled gasps, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through him. His systems were on the verge of overloading, but he kept going, his movements becoming rougher, more desperate.
Starfire’s hands clawed at his thighs, her body trembling, but she didn’t stop. Her eyes were glazed, tears streaming down her cheeks, but there was a determination in her gaze that only fueled him. “That’s it, take it all,” he snarled, his voice a mix of command and praise. The wet, sloppy sounds echoed louder, her gagging turning into choked moans as she struggled to keep up.
He could feel his climax building, a pressure threatening to burst, but he forced himself to hold on. “You’re so fucking tight,” he gasped, his voice cracking. His hips snapped forward again, the intensity of the sensation making his vision blur. He could feel her throat constricting around him, her body fighting but not stopping, and it was almost too much. “Starfire, you’re killing me,” he groaned, his systems screaming for release.
But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His hands gripped her head tighter, his thrusts becoming more erratic, the sounds of her choking and gagging filling the room. “You feel so good, Star,” he panted, his voice raw. “So fucking good.” His body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure, but he held on, forcing himself to keep going, to push her further.
Finally, he pulled back, his chest heaving, his systems on the brink of collapse. Starfire gasped for air, her face flushed, her lips swollen and glistening. He looked down at her, his voice barely a whisper, “You okay?” She nodded weakly, her eyes still locked on his, and for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing and the hum of the machines around them.