Blackfire's Assault (Patreon)

 Robin stared at the glowing monitor. He was up late, reviewing
security footage from a villain fight recorded outside the tower a few
months back. He watched intently, intending to study their fighting
technique with the intent of improving his own. At least, that was
what he told himself. He watched as Cyborg fired a barrage of energy
blasts at Blackfire, who managed to dodge with a quick aerial
maneuver. She swung herself around to change directions and return
fire again.
 

Wait a minute. No. He couldn't have seen what he thought he just saw.
He backed the video file up about thirty seconds, and then played it
back at 50% speed. It was too good to be true. He stared wide as the
video revealed its secret.
 

As Blackfire approached the camera and turned herself around, she was
inadvertently positioned at JUST the right angle to get a perfect view
up her skirt. He backed it up again, this time freeze-framing on the
frame that provided the most optimal view. Apparently, the concept of
"underwear" hadn't yet made it to Tamaran, because his monitor was now
displaying a crystal-clear image of Blackfire's gorgeous vagina and
two smooth ass cheeks.
 

He looked back over his shoulder. Not a soul. He didn't expect anyone
this time of night, but he couldn't be too careful this time of night.
Robin undid the buckle of his belt and pulled down his green tights.
Already half erect at the sights he had discovered, he took his
unimpressive endowment in his hand and began to stroke as he stared at
the gorgeous display Blackfire had unknowingly offered him. She looked
so similar to Starfire, who he spent much more time lusting after, but
her dark hair and evil attitude gave her a sort of taboo charm...
 

Blackfire landed on the roof of Titans Tower. Striking in the middle
of the night like this was a perfect way to catch the Titans by
surprise, it was brilliant. She stared down through the skylight to
survey the area before making her entrance. To her surprise, Robin was
still up, looking at a computer screen. Was he... pleasuring himself?
She chortled to herself; that was hilarious. She blinked a few times,
what was that he was looking at? ...Oh.
 

She made a face of revulsion, then one of twisted, sadistic delight.
Eager to catch him in the act, she carefully, quietly lifted a pane of
glass from the skylight and hovered down silently, being careful to
make no noise as she landed.
 

Robin continued to feverishly stroke himself, biting his lip and
breathing heavy. She could tell that he was seconds away from
finishing. A grin completely overtook Blackfire's face as she loomed
behind him. She could wait no longer.
 

"Busted!" She blurted out.
 

Robin screamed in shock, reflexively standing up. He knocked his chair
to the floor by turning around, only to realize the object of his
masturbatory fantasy herself had caught him in the act. Out of a
mixture of shock, fear, and arousal, his session camed to an
involuntary end; he shot a load which splattered all over the hand
that still tightly gripped his cock.
 

"Looks like I caught you red-handed!" Blackfire teased. "...Or should
I say 'white-handed!" She burst into laughter, pointing at his
humiliating display.
 

"Wait until I inform my sister of these... disgusting events. You will
never live this down!"