NOVEL NEXT Chapter 12: Poison Ivy
“Harley, please try not to be so careless and reckless. You could have very easily lost that, you know.”
“I dunno whatcha mean, Ivy! I totally had it handled!”
They make for quite the sight as they drag a certain unconscious wizard deeper into their lair. Poison Ivy, with her hands on her hips, walking that seductive walk of hers despite there being no one around except for Harley to be able to enjoy it. Or perhaps it’s because Harley’s there to enjoy it that she can’t help but subconsciously sashay her hips back and forth, one foot in front of the other as she leads the way through the deadly and thick plant life that parts ahead of them.
Meanwhile, the crazy psycho clown known to Gotham as Harley Quinn skips along behind Ivy, her eyes definitely zeroing in on her partner’s big fat leaf-clad booty, even as she carries an unconscious Harry Potter over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. His still hard dick is smacking loudly against her leg as she skips, causing his body to bounce and jolt with every step forward.
“You only had it handled because of me, you know that right?”
“Huh? How’s that work Ivy?”
“This young man is a wizard, Harley. Luckily for you, I’ve been around the block a few times, and dealt with my fair share of magic folk. Because of that, my plants are resistant… which means that leotard I made for you is magically resistant as well. If not for that, he would have taken you down with his first spell.”
Harley blinks at that, turning it over in her head a few times before giving her usual cheery smile.
“So, what yer sayin’ is, I was never in any danger at all thanks to ya! D’awww, appreciate the assist, Ivy!”
Palming her beautiful features, the Avatar of the Green lets out a low sigh.
“No, Harley… that’s not what I was saying at all.”
But she doesn’t follow that up with anything else, and her tone is as amused and fond as it is exasperated, even as the two of them finally arrive in the deepest depths of their shared lair together, far beneath the surface of the abandoned warehouse that Harry had tracked them down to. There, of course, bound and gagged and held as their prisoner, was a certain missing bat… specifically, Batgirl, otherwise known as Barbara Gordon.
Her eyes go wide behind her mask when she sees the naked and unconscious man held over Harley’s shoulder. She grimaces and makes noises through her gag, even as Harley just grins at her wickedly, with a touch of insanity, and Ivy just snorts and smirks. Looking back at their newest prisoner, Ivy hums for a moment before reaching out to run a finger along Harry’s cock.
“My oh my, I do hope I didn’t overdo it with my pheromones. This looks like it would be quite… painful, if the boy were to still be conscious.”
Shrugging, Ivy pulls back and flicks her fingers out, leading one of her plants to take Harry off of Harley’s hands. The plant-whisperer feels a hint of… resistance from her clown-like partner through the plant, but before it can escalate into a full-blown tug of war, Harley lets out a whine and finally lets go, allowing the plant to take the unconscious wizard off of her hands.
Not thinking much of it, Poison Ivy smirks as she gazes down at their original prisoner, the captured figure of Batgirl helpless before her.
“I see you finally woke up while we were out, Batgirl. Like what I’ve done with the place? Oh, and don’t mind him… he just came looking for you. Silly boy will have to learn a lesson about playing the hero, but perhaps if I’m feeling generous, I won’t kill him.”
Her taunting and mocking has exactly the intended effect on Batgirl, who’s face beneath her cowl goes as red as the ponytail sticking out the back of it, even as she growls through the gag currently occupying her mouth. Raising an eyebrow, Ivy just snickers.
“What’s that? Can’t quite understand you, I’m afraid. Hm, let me see if I can fill in the blanks from experience. Probably something like ‘You’re not going to get away with this!’ or ‘If you touch a single hair on that man’s head, it won’t end well for you!’. Well? Am I close?”
Judging by the way Batgirl flushes, it’s obvious she was pretty close. But then, when you’ve spent so many years being a bad girl in Gotham, you sort of got used to all of the good guys’ lines. Chuckling, Ivy is about to continue her mocking of Batgirl, when a sudden slurping noise distracts her. Even before she turns around, Poison Ivy is rolling her eyes, easily able to recognize the sound and know what’s happening behind her.
Still, she turns around all the same in time to see Harley down on her knees before their new unconscious friend, unable to contain herself. With her arms wrapped around his waist, Harley is all but inhaling his massive meat stick, gurgling and gagging quite loudly as she happily and eagerly skull fucks herself on his cock, deep throating him repeatedly.
“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”
“Harley, really… no sense of class.”
Ivy’s long-suffering tone is once again tinged with fondness and amusement. There’s also just a bit of pity for her clown-like friend, of course. The Joker had really done a number on Dr. Quinzel, turning her into the maniac that lived today. Whether it was battle or sex, Harley couldn’t help but give it her all… and seek out pain and pleasure in equal measure from both.
The way Joker had treated her, hurting her, abusing her… it had left Harley with a MASSIVE inferiority complex, as well as an actual NEED for pain. So of course, she was enjoying choking herself on the wizard’s massive cock. She was getting off on it, probably just as she’d learned to get off on Joker himself grabbing her by the head and skull fucking her to near death again and again.
Still, Ivy is no psychiatrist. She’s not Harley’s therapist, she’s her friend. Frankly, after all of their combined stays in Arkham Asylum, neither of them wanted to fix the other one. All they cared about was each other’s happiness, and if gurgling around an unconscious man’s meat pillar (admittedly, an incredibly impressive specimen) was Harley’s idea of happiness, then Ivy wouldn’t stop her.
After a moment of both red head staring at Harley going to town on Harry’s dick, Poison Ivy turns back to Batgirl with a crooked, wicked smile on her lips. With but a single mental command, another of her plants comes forward. The flower at the end of it blossoms in a mere moment, and said flower hovers in Batgirl’s face quite briefly, making the captured heroine squirm in her bindings… before it ultimately slides lower.
Stopping in front of her chest, the flower sprays all over the front of Batgirl’s bat suit, and a moment later she finds out what it does as the area sprayed, from her chest all the way down to her crotch, dissolves. Her breasts come popping out, her flexing chiseled abdomen is revealed, and finally her slightly puffy pussy lips and creamy pale thighs are exposed as well.
Through her gag, Batgirl yelps and snarls and no doubt curses at Poison Ivy, who just takes all of the muffled cursing with a look of amusement on her face. Stroking her precious pet, she sends the plant away now that it’s done its business. The spray has dissolved Batgirl’s bat suit in all the appropriate places, while not actually harming her skin in any perceivable way.
Giggling just a little bit, Ivy slides around the chair Batgirl is bound to and moves into position behind her. Her own much larger breasts come to rest against the back of Batgirl’s neck, even as she leans over one of the poor dear’s shoulders. Her hands, meanwhile, slide down across Batgirl’s chest, where she grabs hold of her tits for a moment before focusing her attention on the nipples.
“Like what you see, Batgirl? Look at Harley going to town on your would-be rescuer’s cock. She’s gargling the shit out of his dick, isn’t she? I wonder… at this point, when he wakes up, will he even WANT to save you still? Hehe~”
“Mmmmrgh! MMMPH!!!”
“Yes, yes, threats and promises of bodily harm aside… just sit back and enjoy yourself my dear. We’re having FUN, aren’t we?”
Not like Batgirl has much of a choice in this instance. While Harley is over gouging her own throat on the massive meat sword that the unconscious wizard is wielding, Poison Ivy is having her way with the captured heroine in her grasp. Tweaking her nipples until they’re rock hard, the villainess then moves one hand down to Batgirl’s core… and discovers that she’s already a little wet. Cooing in appreciation, Poison Ivy begins to finger the other red head right then and there… even as Harley seems to be reaching a crescendo of sorts over across the lair.
“GAGKH! GLUGHK! HULGHK!”
Really going to town on it too, just… completely disregarding her own health. But that’s okay, because Ivy is a mistress of multitasking. Meaning, the plants she’s made that allow her to keep track of Harley’s vitals at all time will alert her if she goes so far as to actually asphyxiate herself upon her current meat toy. And while Harley comes close as Ivy plays with Batgirl and the two red heads watch the clown woman go to town on Harry’s cock, she never tips over the edge that would force Ivy to stop what she’s doing and save her from her own foolishness.
Instead, eventually, the unconscious wizard lets out a loud groan as his face scrunches up, and it’s obvious he’s cumming as an insane gulping sound picks up a moment later. Rather than pulling back and letting Harry make a mess that Ivy’s plants could easily clean up, Harley grabs him by the hips and pulls him in even harder, pushing her lips down to the base of his cock and swallowing continuously as she eagerly represses her gag reflex from that point on, just to be able to chug down his whole load without stopping.
Needless to say, both red heads are left watching Harley in some equal level of amazement, Batgirl’s pupils shrunk and mouth open, and even Ivy lifting an eyebrow, impressed. Eventually though, it’s finally over and Harley pulls back off of the cock with a pop, falling back on her ass and letting out a somewhat insane cackle as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hands.
Thoroughly intrigued by this point, undeniably impressed, Ivy reaches out both physically and mentally, curling her fingers back towards her. This in turn causes her precious babies, her plants, to draw the unconscious wizard over to her. Stepping away from Batgirl in order to meet him, Ivy’s breath hitches and her eyes widen in surprise as she realizes… he’s still hard. Even now, his cock is impressively erect, leaving the Avatar of the Green undeniably impressed by his apparent fertility.
“My oh my…”
“Ohhh…”
Eyes flickering upwards, Ivy is both surprised and not surprised to see that he’s finally beginning to wake up. Harry groans out as he slowly returns to consciousness. Luckily for her, he’s disarmed… more than that, his mind should still be quite muddled by her pheromones. No more is this clear then when his surprisingly verdant eyes flicker open and the first thing out of his mouth upon seeing her is…
“… Mum?”
Mum? Did he truly think she was his mother? Giggling at his confusion, Ivy slips forward and happily embraces him. She’d told Batgirl that she wouldn’t kill the young man… and truth be told, there was no point in wasting a potential resource. It wasn’t like she’d caught him doing any harm to nature or anything like that, after all. Instead, Poison Ivy had something else in mind… she was going to overwhelm him, drain his mind of all free will, and turn him into one of her doting, adoring slaves.
After all, as soon as her pheromones have finished their work of turning him into his brainless puppet, his kissing will grow a lot less… ferocious. It’s the same way with every man she’s ever ‘tamed’. His entire body will go slack, and only once she gives him orders will he be able to do anything again. He will quite literally die without instruction from her once the effects of her pheromones have run her course… Ivy has even seen it happen, has let it happen with a number of male tools over the years who have run their course.
… Only, that’s not what happens here. He’s still held aloft by her plants, she’s still in control here… and yet, he never stops kissing her back. He never goes slack as he falls fully under her control. Instead, he keeps making out with her, and more than that, with her pheromones now running wild in his system, he’s thrusting his hips forward, causing his cock to hum wildly between her thicc thighs and long legs.
This wasn’t according to the plan… this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Belatedly, Ivy realizes that she may have underestimated the power of this young man, that his magic must be both enhancing her pheromones, but also protecting him from them in some way. She’s just about to pull back in disgust and annoyance at the abject failure, when a pair of familiar hands suddenly catch her hips.
“Hey Mistah, you keep missin’ Ivy’s hole! Lemme help!”
And then, before Ivy can do or say anything to stop her, Harley realigns just a smidge… leaving the mad wizard’s next thrust of his raging erection to drive right up into Ivy’s unexpecting cunt. The plant-controller screams loudly into Harry’s mouth as Harley cackles gleefully behind her. The clown presses herself up against Ivy from behind, sandwiching her between the two of them, even as she rests her chin on Ivy’s shoulder.
“That’s it Mistah! Fuck yer mum! Give it to her long and hard, hehe~”
For a long moment, Ivy is left speechless as she finds herself dealing with the biggest, fattest cock of her whole life. Oh sure, she’s been with men before. Of course, ever since her transformation from Pamela Isley into Poison Ivy, the handful of sexual encounters she’s had have always been in her favor and under her complete control. More than that though, not a single of the men in either sides of Ivy’s life came close in size, girth, and length to this young man impaling her on his dick now.
His hot rod of man meat, buried deep in her admittedly hungering twat, is so disruptive and so damn distracting that her multitasking actually begins to fail her. Clinging to the wizard for dear life, her arms around his neck now as she squeals like a (very beautiful) stuck pig, Ivy shudders as her control over her plants loosens… enough so that a certain sexed up, pheromone-addled, berserk Harry Potter can break free of his bindings.
All of the sudden, she’s not just dealing with the fattest cock she’s ever had, plus her crazy clown friend egging him on… she’s dealing with the wizard himself and his hands suddenly gripping into her imminently squeezable ass cheeks, his fingers digging into her fat light green bubble butt as Ivy shudders in his grasp. He SLAMS her hips down onto his own, driving the rest of his cock up into her.
She’d thought, foolishly enough, that it was already all the way in. This was not the case. Instead, what she’d thought was the biggest cock of her life was in fact only half of Harry’s true length. Only now does Poison Ivy learn the true meaning of ‘bitch breaker’ as Harry Potter’s bitch breaker of a cock slams up into her, hitting her cervix and then continuing on, fucking right into her womb itself in one smooth motion.
Needless to say, Ivy’s eyes DO roll up in her skull for a moment then. Her head tosses back onto Harley’s shoulder in an opposite manner to how the former psychiatrist is currently resting her chin on one of Ivy’s. And finally, most importantly of all perhaps, her chest is inadvertently thrust up into Harry’s face at the exact same time, bouncing and jiggling at first with a jolt, before settling for quivering and trembling right in front of him.
Needless to say, the addled young wizard wastes no time whatsoever going straight for Poison Ivy’s ‘big mommy milkers’. Descending upon her tits like a man starving, Harry suckles and slurps and even bites wildly at her breasts, even nibbling harshly at her nipples, which unfortunately do not lactate on command for him.
Yelping and squeaking at the sudden assault of her large tits, Ivy is able to focus on that pain long enough to bring herself back around and recover from the sudden shock of being impaled on a hot, long rod of cock meat.
“W-Wait… d-don’t just attack them you b-beast!”
Alas, her protests fall on deaf ears. The wizard is too far gone thanks to her pheromones to stop now, and in the end, Ivy has to turn to her only other possible source of salvation.
“H-Harley, you crazy bitch! Get off of me! And g-get him off of me too while you’re at it! What the fuck?!”
Giggling into Ivy’s ear, the former psychiatrist squeezes her best friend from behind just a bit harder.
“Sorry Ivy, no can do! If we ain’t careful, this one might just fuck us both to death! We’ll have to work together to tucker him out!”
“W-What?! That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever-nngh!”
Unfortunately for Ivy, Harley didn’t bother waiting for a response from the other woman. As soon as she finished delivering her entirely insane theory, the harlequin drops down to her knees and stuffs her face up into her lesbian lover’s green ass. As Harley’s tongue goes to town on Ivy’s asshole and taint, the plant-controller is left gurgling as the onslaught of sensations from all sides threatens to overwhelm her good sense and leave her in an endless cycle of pleasure.
“D-Damn y-you b-both!”
Of course, the wizard she’s unthinkingly turned into a raging berserker is in no way capable of understanding her right now. He just keeps on fucking her, his eyes glazed over like Ivy is used to from her thralls and slaves, but his body in no way slack, and his face tightened up in concentration, determination, and resolve.
His hands dig harder into her ass cheeks even as Harley layers her own hands over his, and his cock slams home into Ivy’s quim and womb again and again, driving the plant controller absolutely wild. The Avatar of the Green can’t do much besides toss her head back and shriek in orgasmic ecstasy at first, the way his cock is plowing into her driving her crazy.
But eventually… after a time of this, of being completely out of her mind with pleasure and ecstasy, Ivy manages to get some semblance of her mind back. It takes a while, too long in fact, but she’s able to reach out and slowly get some control back of the plants all around them. It’s with those that she once again grabs onto the human… and drags him to the ground.
Of course, his hands on her ass and his cock impaled in her womb and being held tightly by her battered cervix means that Ivy goes with him, ending up on top in the cowgirl position. Still, this is a position she’s MUCH more used to. On top, where she belongs. Planting her hands on the wizard’s chest, she intends to capitalize on this moment… only for him to thrust up into her from below and disrupt her focus all over again.
As Ivy is gurgling from the feeling of being positively BOUNCED upon the massive meat pillar she’s impaled upon, Harley comes up from her position behind her and cackles.
“Ooh! Changing it up, I like it! Lemme just join in too, kay Ivy?”
Just as Ivy is struggling to drag herself back up off of the gargantuan cock she’s currently sat upon, just as she’s managing to get her stubborn cervix to finally release his cock, just as she’s growing plants out of the ground below him to grab onto his wrists and force him to release his hold on her ass cheeks… Harley does what she does best and makes a mess of things, like usual.
The incredibly flexible, incredibly acrobatic clown plants her hands on Ivy’s shoulders… and unthinkingly uses her lover as a springboard to flip herself over Ivy’s head and onto Harry’s face. The end result is that they’re both riding him, with Ivy impaled on his cock and Harley grinding her own cunt down onto his mouth… but also, the end result is that Ivy, for the umpteenth time in so many minutes, loses complete focus.
Harley’s weight is only pushing down on her shoulders for a second at most. It’s not like the other woman is trying to hurt Ivy, she would never. But still, that split second is enough to undue ALL of Ivy’s progress, ruining her concentration yet AGAIN as she’s fully impaled on Harry’s cock once more, the wizard bottoming out inside of her womb and leaving her eyes to roll back in her head in a truly shameful expression of reluctantly joyous ecstasy.
“Wow Ivy, yer really enjoyin’ this!”
D-Damn you… H-Harley Quinn…
Still, once Ivy is able to get herself back under control, which is not exactly an easy process with his hands still on her hips and driving her down onto him with every upward thrust he makes… she is able to gain some semblance of power over him for a moment.
“D-Don’t go so fast… s-son. Your mother can only handle… s-so much.”
It’s questionable just how much effect her words have on him, especially with Harley deafening him with her own fat ass. But for a brief moment, the wizard does actually slow down some, so he must have heard her at least partially. Of course, Harley is outright cackling. Directing a poisonous death glare (though not literally) at her fellow villainess, Ivy snarls, even as she tries her best to take back control of the situation, grinding herself down onto their ‘prisoner’ at her own pace for at least a moment.
Thinking fast, Ivy even goes so far as to grab hold of Harry’s hands before he can grip tightly to her sides once more. She laces her fingers through his as she rides him, holding hands with this young man that she doesn’t even know as she bounces up and down on his bitch breaker of a cock. Eyes narrowed, intent on seizing this moment for all it’s worth, Ivy shudders and gasps, but continues on with her verbal encouragement breathlessly.
“Th-That’s… that’s right, sweetie. Just sit still f-for mommy. Let m-mommy ride you at her own pace for… for a l-little while more.”
Harley is still snickering, and still grinding herself upon the wizard’s face, but she’s doing so a little quieter now. And for that brief time, Ivy allows herself to relax, believing that she’s finally done it. Oh sure, he’s not going slack at all, nor is he going soft. In fact, his grip on her hands… it’s getting stronger. That’s pretty much the only warning that the villainess plant controller gets… before he ups the tempo again.
Their hands held in a lover embrace this time, he at least doesn’t have ahold on her hips. But in the end, as he subsequently proves… that doesn’t matter. Ivy’s eyes widen, and then go crossed as he begins to thrust upwards with his own hips and all of his might. His cock, which she’d managed to get below her cervix and had been riding at her own pace, goes right back into her poor womb, turning it into a meat condom of sorts as he drives himself as deep up into her as possible.
Gurgling and squeaking in indignity and embarrassment, Ivy tries desperately to get a word out edge wise, time and time again. But nothing ever leaves her mouth, and before she knows it she’s groaning as he brings her to another orgasm… and then another, driving her up the wall again as her treacherous cunt betrays her and clenches around his cock again and again.
“Oh yeah, you likin’ that, Ivy? Mistah is really doin’ a number on you. H-Hehe, he’s doin’ a number on me too! Oooh, normally it’s a hairy man ridin’ a Harley… but this time, a Harley is ridin’ a Harry!”
Ivy wants to tell Harley this isn’t the time for stupid jokes, that they need to find a way to put a stop to this before it gets any further out of hand then it already has. This was NOT the way things were supposed to go. For one thing, Ivy had only recently come to terms with the fact that she was barely bisexual. Oh sure, she’d fucked a lot of men over the years, but back when she’d been Dr. Isley, it had only been because it was expected of her. She’d put out on dates and the like, but never experienced any real pleasure from it.
After becoming Poison Ivy, of course, she’d only ever used men and her sexual wiles to further her goals. Once again, she’d never enjoyed sex with any of them. It was only after she and Harley had gotten together that Ivy had learned how pleasurable sex between women could be. Harley could drive her to the heights of ecstasy and back again. That was how Ivy had discovered she was bisexual, with a lean towards enjoying feminine flesh over masculine pretty much any day of the week.
Except right now. Right now, it was like her whole damn world had been opened up. She wasn’t supposed to fuck the wizard, she was supposed to enslave and enthrall him! Instead, her pheromones had interacted weirdly with his magic and driven him into this lust-filled berserker state that Harley was apparently convinced they could take care of with copious amounts of sex.
This wasn’t supposed to be happening, but the gorgeous crimson-haired femme fatale really doesn’t know how to stop it. She tries to just ride it out, truly she does… but things only escalate from there.
Suddenly, right in front of her, Harley lets out a squeal and her eyes go crossed.
“H-Holy fuck, Mistah! I didn’t know your tongue could do tha-AAAAAA-t!”
Ivy doesn’t know what the wizard is doing with his tongue, only that it drives Harley wild in short order. The harlequin’s eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as she smiles a big happy smile… and then she’s spasming and undulating and gyrating across his cock, before finally seizing up as she very visibly experiences the biggest orgasm of her life… possibly even bigger than any Ivy has been able to give her in their time together.
The pang of jealousy that Ivy experiences in that moment… she honestly can’t say for certain whether it’s directed at Harley for getting to experience such pleasure, or at the wizard for forcing such pleasure on her lover. Either way, the end result is the same. Harley shudders and stiffens… and then falls over onto her side, flopping off of Harry’s face and laying there on the floor as she spasms and jolts involuntarily, gurgling and still cumming from the look of things.
This, in turn, leaves Ivy staring down into a pair of bright, almost glowing green eyes. She only has a moment to realize what trouble she’s in, before Harry suddenly pushes up off of the ground with his elbows. Their hands are still locked together, but all that means is that Ivy doesn’t hit the ground too hard with her poor skull when he suddenly reverses their positions.
Standing up with her still impaled on his cock, it’s practically the opposite of cowgirl. It’s a wheelbarrow fuck, a position Ivy has only experienced once before, and honestly did not enjoy at the time. She’s forced to let go of his hands, lest his ensuing thrusts drive her head and shoulders into the ground hard enough to snap her neck. Instead, she reaches back and anchors herself with her hands, her wrists twining in protest as his own hands go to her hips… and he begins to plow her ceaselessly yet again, pounding into her with a victorious, vicious roar from his lips.
“D-Damn it all! Let me go, you brat! Let me go!”
For a moment, those gorgeous green eyes of his flick down to Ivy, and she thinks he might be gaining some semblance of his intelligence back. But now, past the glow of his eyes, Ivy can see that they’re still glazed over… and his answer gives her absolutely no solace as he grunts and snorts and fucks into her.
“Mum… mum… mum! Mum! Mum!”
“I-I’m not your damn mother! F-Fuck, you’re too fucking big, you monster! By the GREEN you’re so BIG!”
She’d like to say she does a better job of keeping her composure, but by this point Ivy is at the end of her rope and in over her head. She’s created a monster, and while this is an everyday occurrence for the plant controller, it’s much rarer that she makes a monster she can’t control. It’s not even a man raping her at this point. At least then she could hate him with every fiber of her being, and plan to destroy him when she had the chance.
But no, rather… this is of her own doing. She’s made this wizard go crazy on her pheromones, and now he’s less man and more animal, reverting to his most basic, most primal mammal instincts as he slams home into her womb time and time again. Holding herself up with her hands to avoid her head hitting the ground constantly with his thrusts, Ivy’s chest heaves and she gasps for air, unable to get enough oxygen, unable to catch her breath.
Was Harley right? Was this monster seriously going to fuck them both to death? N-No, certainly not… it couldn’t end this way, it couldn’t…
Slowly, with much effort thanks to her incredibly frayed concentration and constantly disrupted focus, Ivy commands the plants to grow beneath her, pushing up out of the ground and giving her hands small pillars to hold onto as she’s slowly lifted up. A platform appears beneath her, not unakin to a bed, leaving her perpendicular with the wizard, rather than in that embarrassing and humiliating wheelbarrow position. Not for a moment longer, she swore, would she suffer such indignities.
She just… she just needed to kiss him. This time, with the poison on her lips, it would not be pheromones… but instant and painless death for the monster she created. As he pounds into her ceaselessly, continually muttering ‘mum’ under his breath, Ivy does feel a small amount of guilt and pity for this. After all, for once, this is at least partially her mess.
But let it not be said that she doesn’t know how to clean up her messes. This young man, rather than becoming one of her love slaves, has been turned into something far worse. It’s up to her to put an end to him before he threatens her or Harley any further with this massive, thick, throbbing cock of his.
And so, even as she rides out what feels like a never-ending stream of orgasms upon his member, Ivy soldiers on. With her plants pushing her up, she’s able to slowly reach out and grab hold of him by the shoulders. As she wraps her arms around his neck, his glowing green eyes gaze down at her, even as she pulls herself up. Their lips are mere inches apart now, even as his hands once again fall back to her ass cheeks, a return to their original position in a way.
“I… a-apologize for this. M-May you be at peace.”
“Mum…”
Slowly, Ivy begins to lean forward, her ruby red lips puckered and prepared to give the kiss of death. However, mere centimeters before she can make contact and deliver the fast acting poison she’s prepared to the young man… he delivers yet another thrust into her cunt and womb and abruptly begins to cum. The jolt as Ivy feels his first spurt of seed hit her fertile womb causes the villainess to look down in horror, inadvertently aborting her current plan in the process.
All she can do is watch as his thrusting cock doesn’t stop pounding into her for even a moment, even as he cums… and cums… and cums. It’s a testament to Harley’s stomach capacity that she managed to drink down an entire load of his seed, because Ivy’s womb is not nearly as big. Instead, she watches in horror and no small amount of terror as her belly balloons outwards from his load… and then a moment later, the sensations truly hit her.
Shrieking and squealing as she creams herself, Ivy’s head is thrown back, her eyes rolling up in her skull for the last time as she experiences multiple incredibly explosive orgasms back to back upon his massive bitch breaking cock. A weakness overtakes her, and her arms lose their grip on his neck, sliding down his pecs before ultimately falling off of his body entirely.
However, as Ivy falls backwards, Harry doesn’t stop, his grip on her hips holding her lower body up even as her upper body hangs backwards. The senseless, catatonic vegetable of a plant controller can only choke and gurgle on her own drool as she stares blankly, upside down, at a horrified Batgirl who’s watched the entire exchange, tied up and bound to the chair still, several feet away.
-x-X-x-
Needless to say, Barbara had not been having a good day. Stumbling upon… whatever the fuck THAT had been the night before should have been the weirdest thing of her week. But no, that was nothing compared to what had happened in the time since. Harley capturing her was bad enough. Taking her to Ivy, even worse.
Ever since the two villainesses had gotten together and begun exploring their newfound love for women with one another, they’d SEEMINGLY gotten less violent and a lot more chill. Oh sure, the Bat Family still did their best to capture them and ship the two crazies back to Gotham, but there was no denying that the number of people both Harley and Ivy had killed since they’d become a couple had gone down dramatically. The numbers simply didn’t lie, even if neither villainess would be happy to be told they were ‘going soft’.
For the vast majority of Gotham City, Harley and Ivy’s relationship was actually a GOOD thing. For Batgirl, however, it turned out to be hell. This was not the first time the two villainesses had captured her and had their dirty, nasty, lesbian way with her. She had yet to tell any of the others what kept happening, for obvious embarrassing reasons, but it seemed like Harley and Ivy had made a game of… catch and release with her. And Barbara… Barbara hated it, really, she did.
Her body was just treacherous in the way it responded to them at this point, conditioned to experience pleasure from their touches, from their mouths, from their bodies…
Now though, it was obvious that Ivy and Harley had bitten off more than they could chew. As she watches the poor young man with those glowing green eyes of his continue to fuck the insensate, catatonic form of Poison Ivy, Barbara squirms in her bindings, not sure what to do next. Her nipples are rock hard, her pussy is gushing… but even with her bat suit currently ruined, she should still probably be trying to get out of her bondage so she could stop this from escalating further.
Unfortunately for her, Harley was REALLY good at tying knots… and Ivy’s vines were stronger than steel.
Speaking of Harley… where was the crazy clo-? Eep!
Just as Barbara is questioning where Harley had gotten off to, a pair of gloved hands grabs her tits and gives them a good squeeze.
“Alright, Batsy, I’m taggin’ ya in! Lookin’ like my girl over there needs a serious break… and Mistah Harry has a thing for red hair, don’t he?”
Sputtering through her gag at the thought of having to handle that monstrous member (he’s bigger than any man Barbara has ever seen before, that’s for sure) she tries her best to shake her head back and forth… but of course, Harley just cackles and pinches her nipples, twisting them so Barbara squeals loud and long through her gag. This, unfortunately, draws the attention of the man that Ivy has addled, his glowing glazed over green eyes snapping over to Barbara and Harley.
“Here ya go, Mistah! Lookie lookie! It’s a fresh mommy, just waitin’ for ya! Look, red hair!”
The crazy clown even goes so far as to grab Barbara’s red ponytail and flick it around to the side like a red cape to draw his zombie-like attention. As he slowly drops the unconscious form of Poison Ivy off of his cock and begins to plod over, Barbara whines through her gag, only for Harley to laugh at her.
“C’mon, Batsy! It’s your job to save people, ain’t it?”
Then, she raises her voice again towards the man-shaped monster Ivy has made with her pheromones.
“This poor mommy has been neglected for too long, don’tcha think! She needs a good son to take care of her, hehe~”
All Barbara can do is squirm in fear… until he gets closed enough that his musky scent hits her nose thanks to all the sweat pouring off of his body. Then, the red-haired Batgirl’s eyes widen, her pupils shrink to pinpricks, her nostrils flare… and she squirts wildly from the pheromones filtering out through his musk as he comes ever closer.
It’s not her fault, not truly. Not only are Ivy’s pheromones filtering out of his body through his sweat, but the way the plant-controlling villainess played with Barbara earlier has left her on a knife’s edge, ready to burst, ready to break. She does both at the mere scent of the monster that’s about to fuck her, cumming uncontrollably even as her mind fractures in anticipation of what’s about to happen next.
The last thing Barbara sees before she loses control is his massive, messy cock filling her vision.
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