Perfect Chemistry(Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy)
The fog slowly lifted from Batman's mind. He realized the predicament he had been in. He had been stripped of everything, other than his cowl, his boots, and his gloves. He woke up to see the tall statuesque redhead, Poison Ivy, who stood there in all of her glory. The one piece green outfit she wore did little to hide her assets, whether it be her large round breasts, her legs, and her rounded backside.
Stunning, and beautiful, and deadly, Poison Ivy had been one of the most dangerous individuals Batman ever encountered.
"Looking for this."
Ivy tauntingly waved Batman's utility belt in his hands. Thus making her more intelligent than most of the criminals he fought, as much as he grudgingly admitted it. Because, she actually removed his utility belt. She moved over the table and bent over to put it down before she returned.
"What's your game now, Ivy?"
Ivy said nothing. She instead placed her extremely soft hand down on Batman's chest and traced down to his abs. Teasingly, her fingers edged against his cock. She brushed against it, getting a reaction out of him. Ivy closed her eyes and then moved closer to Batman. Batman struggled not to breath the same air that this temptress did.
"It's very simple, Batman. You seem to think that some humans could be saved. I think that they should all be punished for their crimes against mother nature. However, I'm willing to give you an opportunity to convince me otherwise. If you satisfy me, then I will surrender myself to you. If you fail, well I'll kill you and every other person who has gotten in my way."
"You think I'm going to play your game?"
"Oh, no, honey, I don't think, I know that I'm going to play with me."
Ivy leaned in and kissed Batman completely and deeply on the lips. Batman struggled to fight her kiss, but found himself succumbing to it. Surely, she would not kill him straight away? With Poison Ivy and some of her actions over the years, one could never tell. Still, whatever chemicals seeped off of her soft kissable lips, and into his body, it most certainly caused a chemical reaction.
"No, my sweet little captive flying rodent, it's not poison. Not yet, anyway."
Batman's cock stretched out to the ceiling. Whatever chemical Ivy used on him this time, it was an extremely strong aphrodisiac which left Batman with an extremely long and throbbing erection. Not to mention Ivy's hand. Ivy's soft skilled hand wrapped around his pole and slowly pumping her way all the way down his length. She pushed to the tip and worked down his hard, pulsing pole.
"This is promising."
Ivy slipped out of her garment and was completely naked. Even without the stimulation, her body was irresistible. She could do so much good for the world, with her intelligence, and yet Ivy used her intelligence for manipulate and murder.
Ivy pinned Batman's iron hard rod between her fingers and slowly stroked him up and down. The vines holding him up relaxed their grip and freed Batman. Although Ivy most certainly had him in the palm of her hand and ensured he would be melting like butter soon.
"I really hope, that you're not going to finish before we start."
Ivy rubbed him up and down. Batman finally snapped out of enough to grab Ivy, and push her back against the wall. His hands groped at Ivy's chest and thighs. He worshipped her with feverish kisses, something which Ivy registered her appreciation with.
"Consider yourself fortunate. Even if you fail and I have to kill you, you won't be too disappointed with your last moments, will you?"
Batman spread Ivy's legs and then with a push inside of her, Batman began to devour Ivy. Ivy struggled to not feel pleasure, but even she succumbed to Batman licking her. Ivy thought Catwoman exaggerated when she bragged about Batman's pussy skills.
The Dark Knight buried himself between Ivy's juicy green thighs and licked her pussy. She tasted like maple syrup and Batman sampled her fluids even more. Ivy put her hand on the back of Batman's head and encouraged him to dive in to suck her lips all over again.
With his chin coated with Ivy's juices, Batman rose back up. He found the forbidden fruit of Ivy's mouth quite enticing and she kissed him.
Ivy, smiled. She had given Batman an antidote right before she kissed him the first time. Not that he needed to know that. It would be unfair to kill him straight off with a kiss. Fortunately for her, the antidote had other chemical side effects which altered the chemical properties of his brain. It brought out the more animalistic side of her.
"Ride my cock," Batman growled in Ivy's ear.
Normally, she would not expect such a declaration to come out of Batman's mouth. But, again, she brought out a more primal side. And something about Batman's forceful statement prompted Ivy to comply. Ivy rose up and put her wet pussy onto the tip of Batman's tool. Slowly, she edged down, until his prick engulfed into her hot, scorching slit. Batman pressed down onto her, and made her scream in pleasure as he entered her body from above. Ivy rocked herself up and down onto him and rode him.
It was not unpleasant. Batman had a good size and it stuffed Ivy. And he did not waste any time attacking Ivy's breasts, squeezing then and sucking them. Ivy threw her head back wildly as she rode Batman.
Batman's gaze looked at Ivy, as if to ask her if she thought she would be on top for long. Batman turned the tables, grabbed Ivy's arms and pulled them back. He hammered her pussy so hard that Ivy could feel herself screaming in pleasure.
Every thrust brought Batman deeper and deeper into Ivy and stretched her out. The smoking hot villainess pressed her hot walls around Batman and made an honest attempt to milk him. Batman reached in all of the way and groped Ivy's chest. She shook underneath him.
To be honest, Ivy never thought she would reach this point. Yet, Batman hit all of her right spots and made her orgasm with his cock rammed completely into her hot, smoldering depths. Ivy tightened around him and released his organ with a hot pulsing sensation.
Ivy released her juices, spilling it from the tip of Batman's prick, all the way down to the base. He pressed down and rode her to a very intense finish, rocking her until she finished exploding for him. Batman leaned in to her and nibbled the back of her neck.
Lust burned through Ivy's eyes.
"I want to taste you."
With those words, Batman climbed in top of Ivy's mouth and rammed his cock inside of her. He mouth-fucked her and allowed Ivy to taste her juices from Batman's cock. From his perspective, it seemed like Ivy got addicted to herself. Her hands pressed against Batman and pushed him a tiny bit deeper inside of her.
Batman extracted himself from Ivy. Slowly, Batman edged further and further down her divine, goddess body. He pressed against her, and spread her legs. Ready to move in for the kill. Batman edged down inside of her body and ensured she would be filled up completely.
Again, Ivy lost herself. Batman exceeded her expectations. Quite frankly, she blew him out of the water. Maybe, next time, Ivy would take Catwoman at her word about the man's prowess. Even though the chemicals must be wearing out due to sheer exertion, Batman kept plowing deep inside of Ivy and sending her entire body just reaching the apex of a release.
It had to be Batman's turn soon. Ivy wrapped around him.
"Time to flower my garden," Ivy breathed.
Batman said nothing. He worked deep inside of Ivy and could feel her hot pussy. He made Ivy climax so hard, so hard, that she was shaking underneath him. All of the plants around them also shook from Ivy's control of them. Batman pressed down onto her and rocked her body.
Here it came right now. Batman impacted Ivy's insides and spilled rope after rope inside of her. Ivy came alongside Batman and the two enjoyed them.
Poison Ivy collapsed down onto the grass on the ground. Completely fucked and satisfied. More so than she ever thought she would get out of Batman. And Batman still laid on top of her, hands roaming on her body.
"Do you surrender?"
"Yes, as many times as you want to me."
To be fair, it took Ivy a few minutes to collect her thoughts enough to recall her plan in the first place. Batman's hard cock pressed against the beauty's thighs, ready to penetrate her again.
Well, not all of the chemicals wore off completely. Or maybe this was natural. The scientist part of Pamela Isley's brain wanted to test repeatedly to see what was the cause of Batman's stamina.
As many times as necessary.
End.