NOVEL NEXT Chapter 17: Huntress & Poison Ivy
“Tch, this isn’t working!”
Ivy had rarely felt so damn frustrated. Oh sure, there was the low, simmering, ever-present frustration in the background that had to do entirely with humanity’s complete disregard for nature and their constant abuse of the Green, but that was that and this was this.
She’d been trying everything to find a cure to their problem, but so far progress had been nonexistent or at most a snail’s pace. With each experimental drug that Ivy was synthesizing up and testing on Harley, the female clown seemed to get MORE sex crazed, rather than less. Though, admittedly, Ivy had issues with differentiating between regular crazy Harley and sex-crazy Harley, to be fair.
“Yeah? Well, what do you suggest we do otherwise?”
And then, of course, there was Ivy’s reluctant lab partner in all of this. The young man who had effectively bullied her into figuring out a cure to this whole fucking crazy situation was ever-present and ALWAYS getting on Ivy’s nerves. Case in point, even as he nonchalantly asked for her opinion on their next steps, he was STILL fucking Harley in the ass.
Glancing down at her friend’s ahegaoing face and then back up at Harry’s inquisitive expression, Ivy scowls mightily as she crosses her arms over her chest and does her best to ignore the pang of need in her own slightly wet quim.
“You can stop now, you know? The experiment is over!”
Blinking slowly, Harry looks down at where he’s plowing Harley’s face down, tied up, thoroughly restrained figure in the ass.
“… But I haven’t finished yet.”
Throwing her arms up into the air, Ivy feigns ignorance as she snarls at the young man.
“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?!”
“… Well, Harley has been such a good girl… it’d be a shame to leave her hanging like that.”
The sad thing is, deep down inside, Ivy agrees. She’s being confrontational and contrarian for the sake of both. Harry is right, the damn smug bastard. Having been on the receiving end of that dick of his, Ivy fully agrees deep down inside that it would be incredibly cruel not to finish inside of Harley. But it’s not like Poison Ivy is feeling all that charitable, right now.
“Just hurry the fuck up. Harley is a dead end, and my current equipment is… inadequate for my purposes. We’re going to have to go shopping.”
Eyes widening, Harry DOES in fact increase his pace, making Harley’s drooling moans evolve into sharp, high-pitched squeals as the clap of flesh against flesh and crotch against ass cheeks fills the air.
“Shopping? Is that a good idea? What if someone recognizes us? Or rather, you.”
Rolling her eyes as he finally cums inside of Harley’s ass and begins to pull out, Ivy shakes her head.
“No, you idiot. Shopping is a metaphor! I need you to teleport us to one of my safehouses so I can get some better equipment then this shit.”
Harry grimaces, but in the end acquiesces. After having her focus very hard on where she wants to go while holding a fucking sock of all things, the powerful wizard prods it with his wand and says ‘Portus’ and a few moments later they’re whisked away.
Appearing in a remote flat on Gotham’s outskirts, they both look around for a moment, as if fearing that the place has already been discovered and they’ve accidentally teleported right into a trap. When nothing happens however, when no one attacks immediately, their shoulders slump in unison, both of them a little relieved.
“Right… get what you need and fast, because I’m not sure how long it’ll be before Zatanna realizes we’re no longer warded and sends Tea and Kara after us.”
Ivy scowls at Harry’s warning, refusing to take it even begrudgingly in the spirit it was given.
“You think I don’t already know that? Tch, just keep an eye and ear out while I work…”
Things go relatively smoothly, at least at first. Despite ordering Harry to play lookout, Ivy ends up needing him more than she would have preferred. Using small bits of debris and detritus as further portkeys as Harry calls them, they slap each onto a piece of equipment or a crate of supplies and send them whizzing back to their warded hiding place for Ivy to eventually set up and use.
It’s all going great, but just as they’re watching the last of the required items vanish with a pop and before Harry can create one more portkey for them to return with, a loud crash through the flat’s window catches them both by surprise, making them shy back from the glass shards flying all over the place.
When they finally straighten up again and look in the direction of the broken window, they both find themselves staring down the end of a hand crossbow as a familiar, at least to Ivy, woman in all purple stares them both down angrily. A feeling of frustration and fury wells up in Ivy as she huffs indignantly, just knowing that this self-righteous heroine was going to try and read her the riot act. For fuck’s sake, why did it have to be Huntress of all people?!
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“Stand down, both of you. Surrender and the League MIGHT be lenient. Though given what you’ve done, I wouldn’t count on it.”
Helena Bertinelli, aka Huntress, couldn’t help but be a little thrilled that she’d been the one to hunt down Ivy and catch her skulking about one of her safehouses. She just knew that leaving this place undisturbed when she originally found it save for a couple of motion sensors to alert her to activity would eventually pay off. And look, it had.
Of course, Ivy had made things much more personal for Huntress with her most recent actions. As she holds a crossbow on both the plant-controller and the man who has to be her latest thrall, Huntress only really has eyes for Ivy herself. There’s a vicious half-snarl, half-grin on her lower face as she grits her teeth and makes her anger towards the plant-controller known.
“I always knew you were the scum of the Earth, bitch. But going after school children? That’s a new low, even for you.”
If Huntress didn’t know any better, she’d think the widening of Ivy’s eyes in disbelief might be a tell that the villainess didn’t know what she was talking about. But she DID know better. A bitch like Poison Ivy, who had gone in and out of Arkham Asylum dozens of times by this point, was so very good at deception and deceit. She was a fucking professional liar, and Huntress wouldn’t fall for it.
“What children?! I haven’t done anything to any school children!”
Letting out a bark of laughter, Huntress just sneers in disbelief.
“Don’t try to deny it, Ivy! Your touch is all over the attack on Gotham Academy! Three girls are hospitalized because of your bullshit! I’m telling you right now, you’re better off surrendering IMMEDIATELY, otherwise I’m going to enjoy putting a few bolts in you before I drag you in. The Justice League is already doing everything in their power to hunt you down, so you really don’t want to test me on this.”
Unbeknownst to both Ivy and Huntress, the incident she was talking about was only tangentially related to the plant-controller. Namely, while Ivy and Harry had been in hiding, Artemis, Barbara, and Bette had all had to be sedated and hospitalized. After determining that the effects had been caused by some of Ivy’s pheromones, the Justice League had begun their own search for a cure, while also putting out an all-League alert for the eco-terrorist’s whereabouts. It was a bounty without the cash reward, but with a whole lot of push behind it to save some of their own.
For once though, while not entirely innocent of any wrongdoing, Ivy was at least unaware of what had happened at Gotham Academy. Feeling rather attacked for something that as far as she was aware, she DID NOT DO, the plant controller grits her teeth and clenches her hands into fists.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but if you don’t get that crossbow out of my face right fucking now-!”
“You’ll what? Make a move bitch, I fucking dare you!”
As they all but get at each other’s throats, Ivy’s new thrall finally interjects, clearing his throat off to the side.
“Ahem, ladies, perhaps this isn’t the time or place? Look, whoever you are… Ivy is already working on a cure. She didn’t mean for this to happen, but she’s trying to fix it. You just need to give us time and we can-!”
Shoving her other crossbow more into the thrall’s face, Huntress wrinkles her nose as she looks between him and Ivy. While objectively, Helena can admit that those emerald eyes are gorgeous and mesmerizing, she’s a little surprised… she’s not used to Ivy’s thralls having so much agency.
“This latest toy of yours is real chatty, Ivy. What, you get lonely and decide you wanted some talkative male company this time around?”
Huntress misses it, but Ivy doesn’t. When she dismisses Harry as little more than Ivy’s toy, the young man stops trying to diffuse the situation with diplomacy and instead slowly draws his wand out of his pocket. Seeing this, Ivy gives Huntress a wicked smirk.
“He’s not a thrall, bitch. He’s an accomplice.”
Just as Huntress’ eyes are widening and she’s beginning to turn her attention back to Harry, he wordlessly paralyzes her with a single spell. As her body tightens up and she’s unable to pull either of the triggers on her two hand crossbows, Huntress finds herself at a loss for words, her jaw clenching as she struggles to move. Her eyes find the wooden stick in the man’s hand, and she realizes belatedly that he’s some kind of magic caster if that’s a wand like she thinks it is.
As they step out of the line of fire for both of her frozen crossbows, Ivy and the wizard share a look as he sighs and runs a hand over his face.
“Let’s just get out of here.”
Even Huntress hears it a moment later as twin sonic booms sound in the distance. Though she doesn’t know it, because not even the League knows at the moment that the problem of Ivy’s infection extends to some of their more powerful members, both Ivy and Harry understand what those sounds mean. Eyes widening slightly in a panic, Harry quickly grabs the nearest random piece of junk and turns it into a Portkey.
Meanwhile, even as he’s grabbing onto Ivy, Huntress feels something, or rather someone, grabbing onto her. Looking down as best as she can in her current paralyzed state, the last thing she sees before a tug at her navel sends her across the world is Ivy’s hand gripping tightly at her arm and a wicked grin on the plant controller’s face.
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As they arrive back at Grimmauld Place, Harry lets out a sigh of relief at the close call… and then blinks when he realizes that it’s not just him and Ivy… no, they somehow brought along the vigilante heroine lady who had gotten the drop on them as well.
“Uh, Ivy? What’s she doing here?”
Still feeling the adrenaline pounding in his veins from Tea and Kara likely being mere milliseconds away from the safehouse when they teleported out, Harry feels a little justified in the slight panic inherent in his voice. However, Ivy just rolls her eyes and smirks as she lets go of the paralyzed Huntress’ arm and steps back. Crossing her own arms over her substantial chest, the red-haired plant controller snickers.
“Well… clearly, Harley is a terrible test subject. The shit that Joker did to her makes her incredibly unreliable for trying to seek any sort of cure for an ailment of the mind. If I couldn’t cure her regular insanity, I’m not sure I’ll even be able to cure her sex-crazed insanity.”
While Harry didn’t know everything there was to know about their backstories, he could at least go off of what he’d already seen of Harley Quinn so far and… he had to incline his head in acknowledgment of Poison Ivy’s very succinct points. She was right, the clown girl was crazy even before the interaction between his magic and Ivy’s pheromones had started causing problems. Still…
As if detecting his worry, Ivy overrides him before he can voice it. Looking at Huntress, Harry grimaces and with a wave of his hand, disarms her of her crossbows.
“Fine… I suppose you’re right.”
Grinning wickedly, Ivy just saunters forward, even as she has some plants sprout and grow and gather around Huntress, eventually gathering up the paralyzed woman and lifting her along.
“Damn straight I am. Now, I won’t be needing your help quite yet. Do not disturb me until I call for you.”
That gets a furrowed brow from Harry, who frowns as he shakes his head.
“What? How are we supposed to-?!”
“I will call for you when I NEED you, Harry. Find another way to make yourself useful. I’m going to have my hands full with making this little bitch obedient and I can’t be having you under foot until your presence is actually NECESSARY.”
With that, Ivy walks into her lab, Huntress’ paralyzed form carried behind her by all sorts of tentacle-like vines. The last thing Harry sees before the door closes behind them is Ivy reaching out and pinching Huntress’ clit through the crotch of her costume, grinning maliciously up at the other woman.
“I wonder, just how far you’ll be willing to go to help me find the cure~”
The door closes and the lab is sealed as Harry winces from the sudden shrieks that begin when the paralysis finally wears off. Still, with nothing else to be done… he heads for the Black Library, to see if he can find anything on the magical side of things that might help them create a cure.
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Hours later, Harry could admit to himself that he wasn’t the best researcher, even after spending all those years at Hogwarts as Hermione Granger’s best friend. Reading just didn’t hold his focus for very long, and it likely never would. Having given up on his hunt through the Black Library, he finds himself back outside of Ivy’s lab, having had a quick meal before waiting for the villainess to finally come out and retrieve him.
The shrieking coming from within the lab had died down a while ago, so Harry figured it had to be any minute n-
Speak of the devil, and she shall appear. The door to the lab finally opens and Ivy steps out, looking to him with a wicked and altogether incredibly satisfied smirk on her face.
“We’re ready for you now, Harry.”
Curious beyond belief at this point in time, Harry cocks his head to the side and enters the laboratory to see what Ivy has done. He really shouldn’t be surprised by what he finds inside… but he is all the same. Not entirely, though. Like for instance, the fact that the heroine they ended up kidnapping is stripped naked and bound to the ground, her arms and legs tied together by plant vines forcing her onto her knees and elbows in a very uncomfortable, dehumanizing position… that all wasn’t that odd at all.
However, the high-tech gimp mask that was covering her entire head, forcing her hair back into a ponytail and only exposing her mouth as her tongue hung out and drooled onto the floor… THAT was a bit unexpected. Wires connected the mask to a computer that Ivy had picked up from her safehouse, showing the poor heroine’s currently brain activity.
As Harry stands there staring at what’s become of poor Huntress, Ivy reaches down and yanks Harry’s pants to the floor, his cock springing free much to his mild embarrassment and shame. He knows he shouldn’t be so damn aroused by what Ivy’s done to Huntress, but all the same… he IS.
Meanwhile, the scent of his massive member is immediately picked up by the poor heroine, who’s brain activity immediately jumps and spikes as she begins to twitch on the floor in her bindings.
Stepping away from him and back over to her equipment, Poison Ivy almost looks like a proper scientist rather than a villainess as she puts on a pair of glasses and pushes them up her nose, sniffing haughtily.
“Go ahead, Harry. Initiating test one… oral application.”
He doesn’t need to be told any more than that, to be fair. Oral application really only means one thing. Stepping over to the front of the bound and tied up heroine, Harry watches as her head raises as high as it possibly can. Reaching out, he grabs her by the ponytail that the gimp mask forces raven-black locks into, yanking her head back an extra inch before inserting his massive, bulbous cock right into the wide opening of the gimp mask.
The instant that he’s got his cock in her mouth, Huntress is going crazy for it, trying desperately to suck him deep and eagerly choking herself on his massive schlong if he lets her.
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
Her enthusiasm is ever so slightly frightening, and Harry tries to control the pace of the blowjob as best he can, but in the end, he simply can’t help himself anymore than she can. It rapidly evolves into a face fuck as he uses her convenient hole for his pleasure. It HAS been several hours since he got any after all, and as a lustful growl makes its way out of his own throat while Huntress’ throat convulses around his dick, he finds himself slightly losing control.
“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”
Up and down his length Huntress goes, her throat bulging as the tortured heroine desperately does everything in her power to pleasure him and get his seed from him. It’s obvious that the pheromones have gone to work on her in no time at all, or if not his pheromones… then perhaps Ivy. Clearly, Ivy had done a lot to this poor woman while he wasn’t in the room.
Perhaps he should have forced his way in. Perhaps he should have denied Ivy the right to be alone with her prey. It felt like he’d made a mistake, letting that villainess bitch have several hours of freedom to do whatever she wanted to this superheroine. At the same time though, Harry was having the time of his life and it felt too damn good, the way Huntress’ tongue was eagerly swirling along his cock and her throat was flexing and clenching along his pistoning length.
“This is an experiment, Potter, not a fucking pleasure cruise. Stop holding back and baste the bitch’s insides already, will you?”
Poison Ivy’s irritated tone sends a jolt through him as he realizes he was subconsciously holding back his initial release to enjoy the experience a little longer. With a grunt, he follows her orders and stops doing so, cumming right down Huntress’ throat without another word.
As he fills her stomach with his seed, Ivy is studying the results on the computer in front of her, her lips pressed together tightly. The moment that Harry pulls back out of Huntress’ sucking, slurping mouth and lets go of her ponytail, the plant controller bursts into action. Stepping forward, Ivy shoves a hose into Huntress’ mouth and from the way the poor beleaguered heroine chokes and sputters, it’s clearly filled with one of her experimental cures.
Harry waits with bated breath, his cock still rock hard, throbbing, and twitching as Ivy looks over the results for a long moment before growling under her breath.
“Not good enough. Start in on the other two holes, Harry. Make this little bitch squeal.”
Raising an eyebrow as he moves around to Huntress’ conveniently lifted backside, Harry chuckles even as the mentally fractured heroine waves her hips back and forth invitingly, a drooling mess of a woman turned into a horny sex pet.
“I thought this was supposed to just be an experiment, Ivy.”
Throwing her own words back at her just makes Ivy sniff haughtily, and even as Harry sinks his cock into Huntress’ gushing wet pussy next, the plant controller steps forward and grabs the poor woman by her ponytail, wrapping it tightly around her fist and yanking the gimp mask wearing heroine right into her own dripping wet muff.
It’s obvious to Harry that by this point, Ivy is also quite horny and aroused and not willing to just stay on the sidelines anymore. Judging by her slight reddening and soft moans, Huntress doesn’t hesitate to begin eating her quim either, likely working away at it slavishly and devotedly.
As he fucks Huntress’ cunt hard and fast from behind, Harry refrains from spanking her pale buttocks at the same time. He’s trying really hard to keep in mind that this young woman is likely friends with a number of people he considers family and loved ones. While part of Harry hates that they’re having to do this to her… Ivy is right, in the end.
Harley did make a terrible test subject, and Ivy herself couldn’t exactly be the test subject and the scientist at the same time, now, could she? That would only result in them never getting anything done, because she’d be too much of a drooling mess to figure out a cure. Sure, Ivy had something of a resistance to his magically charged pheromones and was thus able to keep her wits about her MOST of the time, but that was only when his cock WASN’T inside of her.
In the end, taking Huntress with them was the right move, even if Harry didn’t like it. It might have been a mistake leaving Ivy alone with the heroine for several hours however, but that was in the past and there was nothing Harry could do to change that now. All he could do was move forward… and that meant jackhammering in and out of Huntress’ clenching cunt as she came around his thick fat cock again and again, fucking her violently into the floor while Ivy ground her muff into the gimp mask wearing heroine’s face without any consideration for her whatsoever.
Of course, it’s not all play for Ivy. She’s still studying the computer readouts as they fuck Huntress between them, still leaning back and looking at what the brain scans are telling her. With absolutely no clue how to read such things himself, Harry is reliant on Ivy to tell him what’s going on… but she’s too busy moaning up a storm to give him updates without being prompted first, it would seem.
“What are you seeing, Ivy? Is this at least getting us good information?”
For a moment, Ivy hesitates… and then sighs and shakes her head.
“The first experiment was a complete bust. The test subject is continuing to deteriorate into a mind broken cum slut at a rapid pace thanks to your pheromones. On the one hand, that’s very gratifying personally, especially after she accused me of harming children. But on the other hand, it’s very disappointing scientifically, given we’re trying for a cure here…”
Ivy’s matter of fact tone draws a deadpan stare from Harry, but if he thinks he’s going to make her feel bad or ashamed about anything she just said, he’s forgotten who she’s dealing with. Ivy just shrugs nonchalantly and continues to gyrate her hips as she forces her pussy forward into the only visible part of Huntress’ face… her mouth.
Harry, meanwhile, is feeling a little guilty as he comes closer and closer to pumping his next thick load of cream right into Huntress, this time into her womb. But you know what they say, the truth will set you free.
“Yeah… about that, the Gotham Academy incident was uh… me.”
Poison Ivy’s eyes whip up to meet his at that admission, and her nostrils flare in indignation before her entire face lights up in realization.
“Batgirl. She’s Academy Age, is she? And she likely took you back to her dorm after escaping us that night. Tch, of course they think this is my fault that you mowed through some number of horny young bitches before coming back to find me.”
Wincing, Harry slows down for a moment in fucking Huntress.
“It was only three girls…”
Ivy just scoffs, and then notices he’s no longer fucking Huntress quite as fast.
“Hurry it up! Fuck her harder!”
Part of him wonders how much of that demand is scientific and how much is wanting to see Huntress get railed. Either way, Harry does exactly that, watching with his own mounting arousal, growing hornier and hornier as he watches Ivy cum all over Huntress’ face. Only once the villainess has come down from her pleasure high does he thrust forward and cum inside of the squealing heroine next, pumping his second load deep into her womb.
Once again, immediately after he pulls out, Ivy is there with another hose, this time stuffing it up inside of Huntress’s freshly creampied cunt as she delivers the next payload so to speak. Once again, there’s a silent pause as Harry watches Ivy watch the computer screen. Finally, though, she shakes her head and grunts.
“Last hole. Might have been some minor bits of good news in this second attempt. I’ll have to keep checking to be sure.”
Deciding that her short, analytical tone was probably a positive at this point, Harry just nods and moves on to Huntress’ ass. He still feels a little guilty as he does so, but at least the mind broken heroine lets out a truly wanton moan as she loses her anal virginity to the biggest, fattest cock she’s likely to take in her entire life.
As he starts to fuck her incredibly tight ass, the juices from the previous escapades providing more than enough lubricant, Harry looks over at Ivy… who has again gone back to forcing the heroine to eat her out, a curiously intrigued look on her face, like she thinks she might be on to something.
“Ivy? Something you want to share?”
“… No, not yet. Keep going. Don’t let up for even a second. It’s, mm, incredibly critical to our research…”
Harry isn’t so sure that’s true. But Huntress’ ass feels phenomenal, the benefits of fucking a heroine who’s apparently very physically active, he supposes. On top of that, it’s not like he knows enough about the science side of things to be able to gainsay Ivy. Hell, he doesn’t even really know enough about the magic side of things…
Perhaps they should bring in Hermione? His friend was quite the bookworm, and commonly referred to as the smartest witch of their generation. He could likely pop over to Hogwarts and grab her fast enough… it was just the fact that one couldn’t portkey or apparate onto Hogwarts grounds that made him more than a little afraid. He would be distinctly vulnerable to Tea showing up while he was trying to hunt down and procure Hermione.
Still, both she and Cheetah might actually be of some use in this matter… he wishes he’d thought of it earlier, but apparently, he does all of his best thinking while balls deep in some poor woman’s ass.
Sighing, Harry finally gives in to the urge that’s been plaguing him since he first started fucking Huntress. Even more so now, her pale behind is bouncing and jiggling as he fucks her anally… and Harry simply can’t resist any longer.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Back and forth he goes, spanking Huntress’ ass cheeks as he pounds her bowels out into the shape of his big fat bitch breaker of a cock. Each spanking quickly turns into a groping, before he pulls back to do it again, treating her rump like a pair of drums for him to beat silly.
Over on the bound and tied down heroine’s other end, Ivy lets out a soft ‘oh!’ before moaning throatily as she uses her grip on Huntress’ ponytail to force her further into her glistening, sopping wet muff.
“Oooh, keep that up~”
Snorting derisively, Harry can’t help but grin as he keeps on spanking Huntress.
“Yeah? Is it producing scientific results?”
Scoffing at his attempt at teasing her, Ivy just lolls back her head, clearly enjoying herself immensely.
“It’s certainly producing some sort of results…”
Harry just snickers some more and keeps on fucking and spanking Huntress’ ass. In her current position, it’s not like she can do anything but take it, and from the way she squeals and moans into Ivy’s cunt, she’s clearly enjoying herself. But only because they forced her to enjoy herself and Harry tries not to let himself forget that. This, all of this… it’s a slippery slope and he’s gotta be careful.
From what Huntress had said, the Justice League had found the three girls he’d infected at Gotham Academy, at least. Hopefully, they would be able to keep them under control. Tea, Kara, and Zatanna on the other hand… those three were serious powerhouses, each in their own way, and they were clearly hunting for him and Ivy even now.
As much as Harry loved Tea with all his heart, he was pretty sure he was dead meat if she or Kara got their hands on him at this point in time. And if Zatanna managed to get ahold of him, he definitely wouldn’t ever have the free time necessary to find a cure for all of them.
So, he had to stay away from them all as much as possible, while doing everything in his power to help Ivy create a cure. And if that meant using Huntress as their communal cum dump… so fucking, be it.
With a loud groan, Harry finishes inside of Huntress’ ass, leaving the poor heroine a bloated mess groaning miserably directly into Ivy’s clit. This in turn causes the villainess to squirt violently into her mouth once more. Bucking her hips, gasping and moaning for breath, Ivy’s lidded eyes flicker over to the computer readout and her nostrils flare in surprise.
“Hm… we might actually be getting somewhere…”
Blinking in confusion, Harry pulls out of Huntress’ ass and looks down at the beleaguered heroine, confused.
“But you didn’t even try to apply another cure to her asshole yet?”
Shaking her head, Ivy licks her lips as she looks over the readings she’s getting.
“No, no I have not. And yet… my own fluids seem to be having some sort of effect on her mind. It might be… it might be that I myself am part of the key to a cure here…”
She mutters that last part, but Harry picks up on it all the same. It sounds like the first real step in the right direction that they’ve gotten so far, and he can’t help but be a little buoyed by that fact. It certainly lifts his spirits and makes him feel a lot less guilty for running the gamut on poor Huntress. Looking down at the woman at their feet, Harry gives her a pitying smile as she moans through the mouth hole of the gimp mask.
“Sorry about all of this… but if it’s helped Ivy find a cure, it’ll have all been worth it and I hope when all is said and done, you’ll agree with us on that front.”
Huntress, obviously, is in no state of mind to respond. Definitely a sex-crazed zombie by this point, she just moans and groans and wiggles herself, trying to break free, trying to present herself and her holes as invitingly as possible. She might not be able to see him thanks to the high tech gimp mask, but she can hear and smell him and while she can’t comprehend what he’s saying she can certainly desire him and more of his thick fat cock.
Ivy, meanwhile, just scoffs and proceeds to lay herself out on Huntress’ back, ignoring the living furniture’s mewling groan of protest as she does so.
“There’s no point in apologizing to a piece of fuck meat, Harry. It’s not like she can even appreciate it at this point. If you want to apologize to someone, you should apologize to me for fucking around at the Academy. If the League thinks I’m targeting children, or worse, their proteges in their civilian secret identities, I can expect them to come down on me like a fucking sledgehammer. So, thanks for that, really.”
Even as she talks, Poison Ivy is splaying her legs apart and spreading her green pussy lips open for him. Meanwhile, Harry winces and nods.
“Yeah… sorry for that. We’ll get this all cleared up and we’ll get everyone cured. Everything will hopefully turn out fine…”
Needless to say, Poison Ivy doesn’t much care for his empty platitudes.
“Whatever. Just get over here and seed me you big dicked bastard. Today has been trying enough without your attempts at consoling me.”
Not questioning his good fortune, Harry moves into position and quickly slams into Ivy’s hot and ready for action quim. Her inner walls clench and squish down on his cock even as he all but glides deeply into her. The plant controller is more than eager for him, even if she’s not willing to show it. In fact, while her body is all too ready to be fucked, her mouth is telling a different story as she rolls her eyes and scoffs.
“Tch. You men with your insatiable appetites and lust-addled stupidity…”
Harry doesn’t allow that to really hurt him, especially because he can feel how much Ivy is tightening up around his dick. Plus, she was the one who asked for this rather than the other way around! Still, as he reaches up and grabs at her tits, beginning to grope and squeeze them, Ivy groans and holds back her moans, continuing to roll her eyes up at him.
“Just hurry and cum already, Potter. I need to continue my research, not spend all day getting fucked like this worthless piece of trash underneath me.”
Huntress moans in response, the heroine-turned-furniture clearly wishing that she was the one getting fucked, rather than being treated like nothing more than a stool for Ivy to sit back on and let Harry have a go at her. Harry on the other hand, was feeling a certain kind of way about the whole situation. Ivy’s twat was just so hot and wet and eager for him. Ivy herself… could stand to use a little bit of an attitude adjustment.
Ostensibly, it’s a mistake made in the heat of the moment. At least, that’s how Ivy interprets it when Harry moves in and silences her complaining and grousing with a lip lock, seemingly ‘forgetting’ about the obvious side effects from the last time they kissed. The moment he begins to kiss her, the plant controlling villainess’ eyes go wide and she tries to pull away, but it’s already too late.
In between kisses, Ivy curses him out loudly, snarling at him for his ‘mistake’.
“You… nngh, d-dumb, mm, bastard! Stop! Fuck! Mm! Mmph!!!”
In mere moments, the sex crazed zombie that Harry became when he kissed Ivy returns as Ivy in turn finds her womb once again being ravaged and violated by the young man. She can’t get away either, not when she’s trapped herself between him and Huntress. Not that the bound and tied up heroine is in any position to stop her from escaping, but with Harry holding onto her, Ivy is effectively along for the ride, impaled on his cock as she is.
Things rapidly devolve further from there as Ivy’s cursing and Huntress’ orgasmic screams fill the air. Harry, gaining a bit more girth to his cock and a whole lot more strength and stamina to his EVERYTHING, begins to alternate between fucking their holes. All four of them. Only the speed and power provided to him by Ivy’s pheromones mixing directly with his magic is enough to allow him to plunge and hammer in and out of all four of their lower orifices without hesitation.
Pumping into Ivy’s cunt one moment and then Huntress’ ass the next, followed by Ivy’s ass afterwards and then Huntress’ cunt… it’s just one long, continuous railing of all of their holes. Harry is moving so fast and so hard that it’s almost like he’s got four cocks instead of one. It’s insane, and as much as Ivy wishes she could do something to stop him… she can’t.
Oh sure, her plant control powers might be able to pull him off of her, but the villainess already knows as a pre-established fact that Harry will just break free, and that to get him back to some semblance of rationality, he NEEDS to fuck her and Huntress all night long.
There’s no escaping this, no getting away. No amount of her powers can help her now and so Ivy loses herself in the pleasure, groaning as Harry alternates between kissing her and sucking at her green tits, slurping and biting and suckling upon her nipples to his heart’s content.
“G-Greedy… b-bastard…”
He just doesn’t stop, proving altogether relentless in his assault upon her and Huntress’ bodies. Ivy might have been pleased earlier when it was just Huntress getting railed, but now… now she was in the same boat as the bound and tied heroine. Now she was at the mercy of this big, hunky, well-hung wizard, just like the gimp mask wearing woman was.
It was intolerable… but also an impossible situation to escape. And so, Ivy was fucked soundly and relentlessly right alongside her test subject as the man who was supposed to be keeping his head on his shoulders and helping her develop a cure once again lost himself in their bodies.
By the time morning came, a pool of cum had formed beneath the exhausted figures of both Poison Ivy and Huntress. The latter of the two was trying desperately to close her gaping holes together, trying to clench her ass and cunt muscles as hard as she could to save SOME of the cum still inside of her.
Meanwhile, Poison Ivy was left staring hatefully but also lustfully at the knocked out man snoring away just beside them both. How dare he look so damn cute when he was sleeping. How dare he make her feel better than any man or woman had ever made her feel in her entire life. Tch, she would get him his cure, if nothing else then to get the fucking Justice League off her back and to keep those two super sluts from tearing her to pieces… but after that, Ivy wanted nothing more to do with Harry Potter!
… N-Nothing more at all!
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