AN: All characters are 18+.
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Tom might have been in heaven, but that didn’t mean he could lose focus.
Beauty was stirring on the cot beneath him, all pale skin and rich red hair. Down between his legs and between hers, their bodies were joined. His manhood was all wrapped up in womanhood. Silky, sweet, and unbearably tight.
Tom’s body burned all through, his blood boiling in his veins. He had his beauty by her hips, his grip solid and firm. His body demanded he rut away and make her scream. He wanted to hear those wails of ecstasy ripping through her throat.
His flesh and blood and soul demanded many things. But there was another voice, a softer voice, smooth and sultry, whispering in the back of his mind. Like reins on a horse, they held him back. Not completely, but just enough to keep him from letting loose upon Ivy’s perfect little body.
“Do you want me to slow down?” He asked through labored breaths. He felt a bead of sweat creep across his brow.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Ivy seethed through grit teeth. Her hand rose to slap upon his chest, sliding up to his neck, then around to the back of his head. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking him down until their noses brushed together.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said. His cock stirred inside her, twitching as he saw the blaze behind her green eyes. They seemed brighter now, lit by an unquenchable flame.
“You can’t hurt me.” Ivy rasped against his mouth. Her breath had no warmth, yet it tingled against his skin as if it were hot as the sun. “So just fuck me.”
The command had Tom veins surging hot. Vigor in his flesh, purpose in his soul. He would move mountains to make Ivy feel good - if only to return the favor of feeling so good wrapped around him.
Strength came to his body again, putting force and power into his thrusting hips. Fatigue faded away, forgotten. There was only Ivy stirring beneath him, huffing and moaning with strain and clear, vibrant feeling.
She gripped at his back, at his hair, while her cunt tightened around the cock thundering inside her. Tom thought for sure he’d pop off. His prick was swollen to the point of aching, held in that space between pain and pleasure. Somehow he powered through it, still thrusting, still fucking. As if Ivy’s pussy was seeping stamina back into him. He should have been exhausted but his whole body was thrumming with life, with heat, with power. Tom had never felt elation like this. Not on the football field. Not even with his girlfriend.
“That’s it! Faster!” Ivy cried, digging her nails into the back of his head. She held Tom’s face to hers, green eyes burning into his. “You’re an animal! Fuck me like an animal! You hear me?”
“Loud… and clear.” He grunted. Then he obeyed.
He thought he’d been going as hard and as fast as he could, but Ivy’s command had put even more strength into him. His hips swept into a furious pace, slapping down between the woman’s thighs to make lurid music. A wet, obscene rhythm of flesh meeting flesh. Ivy provided the vocals, her wild screams ringing in Tom’s ears.
Tom was all too happy to go wild with her. Everything about Ivy fed his desires. Her deep red tresses, the faint green of her pale skin, the little hitch in her voice as she whimpered, it all fueled the inferno building in his gut. Even the way she cursed had sweetness. Yet above them all was the slick tightness between her legs that welcomed him on every thrust. Hot and soft and silky smooth… heaven for his cock, swallowing him down to the root.
Ivy was a goddess. She was everything. Tom would do everything for her. Even if… especially if it made her scream.
“Oh! Oooooh- Fuck!” Ivy drew her hand back and slapped him hard. The burn on his cheek wasn’t enough to make Tom falter. Ivy seemed to like that. “Come on! Come on! Gimme more!”
Tom met her demands vigorously. The cot beneath them was creaking loudly now, the metal frame grinding against the stone floor. There was barely enough room for them both - but if Ivy didn’t mind, Tom didn’t either. This was where she wanted to get fucked.
There were no words between them anymore. No commands or curses. Just sounds.
Gasping and whimpering and shrieking and moaning. Ivy simply clung to him, shivering each time his cock drove deep, deep inside. The fire in her eyes had softened into a smolder. More than simple lust gleaming in those pools of green - and that almost did Tom in.
“You’re so pretty.” He said huskily, brushing a lock of red hair from her face. A goddess beneath him, moaning and blushing. His cock twitched. “God, I’m gonna-”
“Wait!” Ivy choked out. She took in a sharp breath, squirming beneath him. Tom felt her sex flutter around him. “Not until I finish.”
She had to be a goddess. The stirring in Tom’s groin settled. Only just so, but enough to keep him from plummeting into ecstasy.
Ivy rewarded him with a smile, a kiss, and the pleasure of her insides somehow wrapping even more snugly around his fattened prick. More than enough to remind him of his duty.
He couldn’t let his goddess down.
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Even though Ivy no longer breathed the way humans did, the air being forced from her lungs still left her reeling. It was the good sort of reeling - the sort that had every nerve under her skin pulsing. And in her core, somehow there were the kindlings of heat.
Tom, in his efforts, had worked his blood into a pumping froth. His body ran hot above her - and inside her. Every firm, tight muscle packed onto his broad frame rippled and simmered under his sweaty skin. Nothing compared to his cock and the inferno it was stabbing inside her.
The young man sank his hips down, grunting low and guttural, planting his thick rod deep in her cunt, sinking inch after inch until his bloated balls came to rest against her bottom. The whole length of him nestled inside of her, so fat and swollen Ivy thought she was going to come apart.
“Uuuuh…” was the only sound she could utter. Tom’s size, his presence, his heat, it was all so much - and it still wasn’t enough.
Her time in Arkham had been lonely and miserable but even before she got locked up, Ivy spent the better part of a year on her own. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten a nice, hard fuck. And with a real, flesh and blood cock to boot.
It wasn’t that she yearned for male company - fat fucking chance of that - but Ivy couldn’t deny there was a certain charm to Tom’s youthful. His shined with earnestness even through the shroud of her pheromones. Hell, if anything, the pheromones enhanced it.
She could see it in his eyes, the hunger raging in his soul. Not just for his own pleasure. For hers, too. Hers above all.
As it should be.
As far as subjects went, Tom already ranked high. With the way his cock was thundering inside her, punching right up to the gate of her womb, Ivy knew he was gunning for the top spot.
“Touch me. Hold me.” Ivy urged him, locking her ankles at the small of his back. She clung tightly to his working body, the mattress scraping against her back as she moved with him. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”
“Anything you want.” Tom rasped. His face hardened, his jaw clenching tight as his cheeks darkened with effort and strain.
Oh yes, this young man was quite the specimen. And so physical. No wonder so many girls went for jocks.
His thrusts came even more rapidly now, just like Ivy craved. His cock was an engine piston, firing off over and over and over. A mallet on a bell, ringing through her molten core, wavering strongly through her flesh.
It had been too long. Too long since she’d let herself feel like this.
“Yes!” Ivy cried, clinging even more tightly to Tom. Her mouth was at his ear, her voice barely above a rasp. “Good boy! You don’t need to be gentle!” She kissed the spot of his neck just below his ear, taking his earlobe between her teeth. He groaned at that. She giggled, letting it snap back into place. “Slap me.”
To his credit, Tom only faltered for a moment.
“What?” He asked, adorably bewildered.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” Ivy made her voice as firm as she could - difficult to do when a hung young man was claiming so much of her insides.
She could forgive his brief hesitation. The sting that his palm left on her cheek was delicious. The slap wasn’t at full strength, of course - his bit of restraint since she hadn’t told him otherwise. But they had plenty of time to work on that.
Tom slapped her again the same way, a tiny bit harder this time. Like heat, pain had become different for her. Alien in its sweetness. Her cunt clenched around him.
“Fuck.” She exhaled. Her eyes fluttered shut. For a time, she stayed that way, just feeling the body above her, the cock inside her. His hips were still working, his presence still pushing through her folds. He was still using her body.
An absurd thought. Using a goddess. So why did it make her body thrum so exquisitely?
“Are you-? Tom began to ask. Ever adorable, his concern.
“I’m fine.” Ivy opened her eyes, sighing. “You can’t hurt me. Not really.”
She read his face then, fresh and flushed and handsome. All worry in those bright eyes. Not just from her pheromones, either. Adorable and sincere. That warmed Ivy even more.
Too few men like him in the world. Good thing I snagged this one.
“I just-” He started again, but Ivy stopped him just as quickly, yanking the teenager down for a deep, deep kiss. As her tongue laid claim over his, she took fistfuls of his hair. A silent decree - You’re mine.
“It’s sweet that you’re worried.” She told him once he broke away for some air. She let out a soft hum, relishing the feeling of his rod sinking into her again. “But I want you to go wild. Whatever you want, do it. I won’t break, sweetie. So make me scream.”
If Tom didn’t look smitten before…
A giggle - a giggle - floated up from Ivy’s throat. The worship gleaming in that boy’s eyes was sweeter to her than any nectar. Sweeter, maybe, than even the greenseed…
The true pleasure, though, came an instant later, when Tom really put his fit, young body to work. All those inches of that fat, thick, wonderful rod hammered into the slit between her legs, spreading her, filling her, fucking her. The silken folds of her poor little cunt parted for him, forced to stretch around that pipe he called a cock. Over and over and over and over, he drove deep into her. Reshaping her insides on every thrust. Ramming deep, so deep that Ivy thought he might run her through completely.
Tom was grunting, huffing like an animal. An animal, just like Ivy had said. Ivy herself didn’t even recognize her own voice, so wild and feral her screams were. And God, was she screaming. Wailing. Shrieking her lungs out. How lucky for her that she no longer needed them to breathe.
Harley had gone wild on her before, using toys, strap-ons, even the handle of her mallet that one time. Nothing came close to this. To Tom.
To Ivy’s shock, the end actually snuck up on her. She thought it would brew all slow in her belly, like all those other times. Instead it blossomed quickly, snapping out through her flesh, sparked by a random, ragged thrust from Tom. Pure bliss, excruciating, jolted through her core before arcing out to the rest of her nerves. All the way to the tips of her fingers and toes… then back to the pit of her belly, just as quickly. Ivy didn’t even scream. She rode through it, shivering, shivering against Tom’s hot, firm body.
If Tom noticed her ecstasy, he didn’t show it. He still hadn’t ceased his thrusting. Now his rhythm was unraveling, becoming even more ragged and unsteady. He was nearing his end as well. Ivy could feel it in his flesh. Then she heard it in his voice.
“Oh, shit. Fuck- Ivy, you’re so-”
“I know, baby.” She purred softly, slipping her arms around his torso to pull him down on top of her. He was so warm, so solid, yet so soft under her hands. “You’ve never had a pussy like mine.”
“No. Never.” Tom agreed breathlessly.
“Not even your little girlfriend.” Ivy said. Not a question. A statement. A fact.
“No.” Tom shuddered atop her, bucking out a few more quick thrusts. “God-”
“Goddess. I’m your goddess.”
“Yes.” He whimpered, burying himself inside her one last time.
The next instant, he spilled. And spilled. And spilled. It came as a rush of hot, sticky warmth, one spurt after another. Long ropes of seed sloshing forth to paint the walls of her insides. Ivy cooed into Tom’s ear, stroking his hair through his release, savoring the sensation of being filled. She didn’t know teen boys could spend so much.
When it was - and her pussy was near overflowing - Ivy was surprised Tom still had the strength to move. She was sure all of his vigor had come pouring out of his balls, yet he was stirring above her, kissing at her breasts, trailing affection up to her throat.
“Will you do anything for me?” She asked him in a smooth, gentle voice.
“Anything.” He slurred. His lips came to hers and she let him steal a long, lazy kiss. He cock remained sheathed within her, half-hard and stirring. Her cunt ached around him. It was the good kind of ache.
“Make me come again.” She murmured out of the blue. Her body was already yearning again. Once just wasn’t enough. Not after a fuck like that. Not for a goddess.
A year in Arkham wasted. Ivy deserved-
“Jeez, give the guy a breather at least.” A third voice, high and nasally, rose up from across the dim room.
Ivy was shocked from her pleasant daze, snapping fully awake. Untangling her body from Tom’s, she nearly went tumbling from the cot. She cast her eyes towards the intruder, ready to fight.
A split second was all it took for recognition. Ivy relaxed… but only just so.
You’ve got to be kidding me…
Her newest guest was leaning against the far wall, all lithe and limber, clad in scant coverings of red and black. Skin pale and creamy, hair bouncy and blonde. And that smile. That damned smile. A sight that Ivy had both welcomed and dreaded.
“Hiya, Red. Heard you busted out.” Harley Quinn strutted slowly towards the cot. She chewed her lower lip, appreciating Ivy’s nudity… and Tom’s as well. “And you’ve already made a new friend.”