Sometimes, she wanted to go back to Mista J. Screw that, she wanted to scurry back to him all the damn time since they'd broken up three years ago - this time at her behest, not his. He'd always welcome her back, even if he was pissed at first - they were that kind of legendary couple, indestructible and inevitable. So the clown always claimed, but he spoke nothing but lies, especially when it came to her. "I'll be gentle", "I'll start treating you nice, the way you deserve", then wham, pow, crash , he gave her what he thought she really deserved for loving him, whether it was leaving her body broken and battered by his reckless antics, or her insides by his poisonous words. But Harley Quinn was done with that, done with his whole shtick. She didn't want the Joker because she wanted to want him. Her brain was fucked up; that's what everyone said, including herself in her more lucid moments; knowing that sorta stuff was part of her former profession, after all. Yet knowing that didn't help when she felt that strange, buzzing unreality that was a boring, painless existence. Once, she would've gone on a drunken bender when she felt this anxious; found some bank to perform a heist on, or some building to blow up, or a rapist to rob and beat or kill….
More likely, she would've just dragged herself back to Him.
"I can't do that. I deserve more," she whispered, again and again. Harley even found herself doing something she'd only ever done in youth: praying. It was as useless to her now as it was then, so she settled on quoting her girlfriend instead of some moldy old book. "'Harley, you deserve nice things'; that's what Red says. What you know. So c'mon, get it together."
That was better, that helped. Like an addict, she trembled in the dark of the bedroom and promised herself she wouldn't reach out for more of him - none of that, ever again. Like she'd promised in the past, and she'd swear again and again, she was through doing what her fucked-up brain thought she wanted.
Still, Harley sobbed in the darkness; she hated that she was teary-eyed over that bastard, that her mind still gave him any free real estate. There was no satisfaction, no happiness, in going back to the Joker. What she really wanted wasn't his vicious, biting kisses or the hot harsh stabbing violation of his cock. She didn't want his frigid gaze and fingers that reached around her spinal cord and neck at the same time, twisting both, her trauma-battered brain craved a softer viciousness, something more subtle, something far sweeter.
The rose and the thorns. So she reached out for help, the way Ivy told her she should. She wasn't alone in bed, after all; she didn't have to toss and turn and be lost all by herself. Even so, she was frightened; again and again, she exposed this aspect of herself, and her girlfriend never judged, but she would never stop fearing her rejection. It was ingrained by now.
"Ivy… baby, baby, I'm sorry but can ya… can ya please wake up?"
The goddess in her bed shifted in her sleep, yawning softly, eyelids twitching, but she didn't wake up right away. Harley wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's frame and pressed her face close. Ivy's scent was piercing, part minty, part crisp, morning freshness. Part of Harley was like a child, wanting a head pat and an embrace, a path away from her despair. The other, damaged part of her wanted Ivy to wake up, not because she wanted a gentle pet or an "it's okay" but because she wanted to get her thoughts fucked away.
'I'm demented. A broken person, a pervert.' Harley's brain whispered, and yet that didn't stop her from drawing closer to her partner, desperate for her body heat. Ivy had made it clear in the past that Harley could touch her whenever she wished, the boundaries of consent thoroughly discussed all throughout their relationship, but that didn't make her feel any less lecherous, any less disgusting. Yet there was a certain excitement, euphoria, that came with being a bad girl. Pushing her legs through Ivy's, tangling them together, she shifted her body in their bed until Ivy's warm thigh was pressed against her crotch. She slowly, steadily began grinding her desperate emotions out, knowing these motions would eventually drive Ivy awake. The pleasure was immediate, her body seeming to catch fire, her nipples hardening and a wet heat simmering between her thighs; she loved stimming herself this way, teasing her panty-clad tingling love button. Her mouth watered as her excitement steadily climbed, entwined with her dread and conflicting emotions.
Her girlfriend didn't react to the first few creaking shakes of the bed, nor Harley's sounds of pleasure as they grew in volume, and the harlequin's pretty, tattooed face grew taut, hollow blue eyes ablaze with fright. Anxiety struck her. She was suddenly afraid that Ivy was so deep asleep she'd be angry about being woken up. She never minded when Harley shook her awake in the past, nudging for comfort or when she needed something else, something harsher; in fact, she'd encouraged it, but what if one day Ivy grew sick of her neediness? How fractured she was?
Then Ivy's hand slowly, lazily swept up, and a gentle hand teased through her hair. Relief flooded through Harley's body at the tender gesture. This wouldn't be like it was with Mr. J; of course not. Her head just couldn't remember that sometimes - or more accurately, couldn't trust that.
"Mmm… Peanut? What's the matter, babe?" The moss-green-colored woman peered at her with equally emerald eyes, fingers gently sliding through Harley's dyed locks. Then she saw her girlfriend's expression, felt the sticky wet panties pressed up against her thigh, and knew exactly what Harley was thinking about.
And who.
Ivy's expression hardened, her eyes growing cold and flinty, the way Harley liked. She throbbed, craving the chastisement soon to come. With Ivy, there was no need for safe words or conversations about introducing a scene. Sometimes it was casual, sometimes it was this. Ivy knew what she needed, and always did. If she didn't know right away, she'd figure it out soon enough. The fiery-haired villain was just like the Earth she cherished so much: highly adaptable, at least when it came to harmonizing her lifestyle with Harley's. It wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, but they clicked, and made it work.
"Nevermind. Wow, you never learn, do you, you delusional slut? You just can't be taught. Or maybe I just have to teach you harder. "
Just like that, Harley's pussy drooled, and she felt a hot swell of instantaneous relief. That was right, Ivy knew exactly what she was: a crazy, delusional whore that felt, in her core, like she was a bad little girl. She moaned when her girlfriend reached out, and pushed her fingers between Harley's lips. She sucked them without being told to, and Ivy thrust the warm digits toward the back of her throat, slowly, steadily, eyes gleaming. The blonde sucked on them hungrily, groaning with delight when her gag reflex was triggered - by choice, drooling down her chin and onto her tank top.
Ivy wrenched her hand away, making a sound of disgust. "Filthy tramp. Now that you've reminded me how well you can suck people off, how about we focus on the lesson, hmm?"
Suddenly, Harley's cheek was being roughly pressed into the wooden headboard. It felt delightfully cool against her burning-hot face. Ivy tugged her panties down, grinning when she noticed how drenched the crotch was where her dripping entrance had been pressed up against her lover moments ago. And that was nothing compared to what had caused the wetness.
"Soaked, and I've barely touched you. I can't believe how badly you need me." Ivy tested her fingers against Harley's slick, pale pink folds, rubbing in a slow circle before trailing them up and teasing the tips against her swollen clitoris. The slick noises were so obscene, and Harley bit her lip in disbelief. She was soaked; Red did that to her like no one else.
"You'd love it if I pushed my fingers in deep right now, wouldn't you?" A brief pause. "Well?! Answer me, slut!"
Harley jerked, gasped out when her girlfriend viciously smacked her ass with the back of her hand - she'd been silent until now, save her heavy breathing, but she couldn't help squealing. To most people, having no warning would make them feel unsafe. For Harley, it was the opposite. The spontaneous burst of fiery sensations across her round little cheeks was exactly what she needed. Following the first swat, Ivy gave her a second - no harder than the first, but just as loud. Her knuckles added extra force, the cracking sound emphasizing the blistering pain, and Harley moaned, pushing her pert bum towards the punishing hands. She wanted more, always more.
"Mmmh, I-I'm sorry, Red - I'll answer ya already, j-jeez! You're right… I never learn, never will. But let me explain-"
"No, don't. You don't even know what you haven't learned. Now, shut your silly mouth; from this point on, you'll speak when I tell you to."
"I know, oh I know. I'm a dumb-" The clown's mouthiness was rewarded with another slap on her ass; Harley whimpered with delight, tossing her blonde, dye-tipped hair, smiling with glee as the pain stimulated the fractured, fucked-up part of her brain, merging and feeding the flames of her excitement.
"I said shut it! That's not 'shut', is it?"
"A-ah! I know that I'm yours and that I don't deserve you cuz I keep craving what I shouldn't! You been good to me… and he broke me, threw me away! And yet I-"
"Enough. Look at you, so pathetic, eager to be a belonging. Well, I guess your wish came true. You're mine."
Another swat. "Yes, ma'am!"
"But get this through your head. He threw you away because he's a blind imbecile on top of being psychotic and unable to feel anything even close to love; he never appreciated you, and will never realize what he's lost." She gripped one of Harley's cheeks and twisted the delicate flesh until it became red, and Harley whimpered, and thrashed, just to further bring them both some feeling as the lesson continued. "You're not mine because he cast you aside, but because you chose to be, because you agreed to my ownership. Maybe you're broken like you seem to want to be, but I don't agree. Sometimes, the way you don't know your worth… it really pisses me off."
"Oh yeah? Wooow… and here I thought I was the shrink!" The pale-skinned harlequin laughed nervously. She could taste the strange finish on the wood of the headboard, and she could smell Ivy's anger. Various tendrils of flora swept this way and that, shaking angrily. Sometimes, the plants she controlled weren't so controlled; they acted on her emotions, and they started to blossom, but perhaps Ivy was just performing, giving extra dramatic effect to this scene.
"Tell me exactly what you've been feeling," Ivy demanded coldly while caressing the sensitive skin of Harley's ass with a tender touch. "Every stupid, treacherous thought in your little blonde head."
"Oh, Ivy… I'm sorry. I been thinkin bout… how sometimes I wanna go back to him," Harley whispered, worrying her bottom lip. "Part of me misses him. Misses how I felt like I was baskin' in his light when he was in a good mood, even if at other times he… I know it's stupid to think about that stuff. But I can't help it. Like I always say… broken." Harley's beautiful smile shined in an otherwise sad, tear-stained face. Staring into her eyes, Ivy didn't say a word for a long time. Suddenly the ticking of the clock on the wall seemed maddening; how long was she going to keep Harley in suspense? She wasn't sure she could take it much longer; then the games that Harley so desperately needed, and that Ivy so artfully played, began.
They'd never discussed it exactly, so it wasn't really a game - at least, not one with organized rules. Perhaps Ivy even meant the things she said in these moments, but either way, she only made such cruel, vicious claims when Harley pushed her to this. Plant limbs snapped over from this way and that, suddenly wrapping around Harley's shapely body like ropes, squeezing tight around her. Barbs nicked her skin, specifically her nipples, and her thighs, and her tank top was shredded with ease. Some of it was left intact; Ivy knew that Harley's fantasies involved having her clothes ripped, shredded, but not entirely removed. Somehow, it was sweeter when she was left with the tiniest shreds of dignity.
"Broken, hmm? And you like being broken? Do you want to feel him beat you again, put his hands around your neck? Is that it?"
Harley knew how black and empty she'd felt when the Joker abused her, but how good it had felt afterward when she saw for herself how relieved he felt after really laying one on her. Relaxed, all his rage worked out. It made her think she deserved it, because it made him feel better, and she loved him so much she'd do anything to make him feel good. Even if she could only do so by making herself his punching bag.
Harley placed her hands on her own throat and closed her eyes, remembering the time he'd wrapped a chain around her neck while he fucked her. He didn't care when she passed out, and she woke up in the same place he'd left her, some trashy hotel and being thrown out because he hadn't even paid for a second night… and all to go chase after his man crush, the Batman. Her throat had been sore for days. Hadn't felt so good making him feel better that time; that wasn't even a pain she could derive pleasure from.
"I knew it. How about I strangle you instead? Hmm? Are my soft little hands enough for a pathetic bitch like you…? Ah, wait - we can do better than that."
Harley's eyes shot wide as a particularly large vine eased tight around her throat, noose-like. She strained, gurgled, and her cunt grew brutally wet between her legs, yet felt aching emptily. She rubbed her lonely thighs together, reaching up to grasp at the vine, tugging at it. In moments, she was desperate for oxygen.
All the while, Ivy's piercing eyes never left hers. Dr. Pamela Isley had the kind of face that was unforgettable - with or without the chemicals turning it such a delightfully green hue. It wasn't the most beautiful in the world, but certain aspects of it were unique, even outside of the fiery hair and moss-hued skin. Harley liked those kinds of faces - the ones that were more interesting, and unforgettable, than beautiful. She liked that when her breath was leaving her body and her eyes squeezed shut, she could still perfectly envision every inch of Ivy's face as it had been before she closed her eyes. She moaned loudly, grateful to have her air stolen by this uncommon goddess.
"Ohhh, now you're loving this," her lover said, every word chiding her, superior and disapproving yet sultry. "You need me to make you feel worthless? Well, it doesn't come easy when I know it isn't true. But I can certainly make you writhe and squeal for me until you beg me to stop."
'It isn't true.' Most of the time, Ivy would let slip some little phrase, some tiny glimmer that would reassure Harley that she didn't actually see her as disgusting gutter trash, or as a prostitute she could use up, only paying in black and blue marks across her ass. Harley never knew when or if she would get those reassurances, but she seemed to get them just often enough that she never lost faith in their partnership completely.
"Please… you… kill… me…!" It was the best she could do under the circumstances, and she barely managed that much as rivulets of drool slid down her chin onto the vine. The constriction around her throat felt so good. She never wanted it to stop, wanted to feel Ivy squeeze and squeeze until the whole world went black.
"As if I would let you off that easily," Ivy laughed coldly - and the vines snaking around her upper arms tightened instead of the one around her neck. "You wormed your way into my heart, you little parasite. And now you want me to rid myself of you? I'm afraid not. I'm going…" Maddeningly slow, Ivy slid in behind her until she was whispering against her ear. "...to spend a lifetime making sure you know what you've done to me, you little clown-slut. To both of us."
Pressed up against her like this, Harley could feel every inch of Ivy - that hard, throbbing thing she was so good at using. When it came to pleasing her lovers, Ivy had achieved maximum efficiency, her ability to change her body, and her command over nature, allowing her to do things to Harley that made her cum so hard the whole world went white. Sometimes Ivy preferred her body one way, but tonight it seemed she'd gone the other direction - in other words, Ivy had the wonderful gift from nature that she could partner with anyone she wanted. She had "both parts", and could have both at the same time, either or, or neither; Ivy guessed that Harley needed something specific tonight, so the green-skinned bombshell gave her every inch of what she craved.
Not at first - that would be too easy. Too lenient. As her vines began to slither a little slower, more sensually over Harley's flesh, the plant queen ground the swollen bulge of her crotch right up against Harley's round, firm posterior, inflaming both of them more and more - there would be no more holding back from either of them. Harley gasped, her skin developing goose-bumps as she felt that stiff, swollen length rub so insistently. She was already so wet, such a bad, broken girl. Even through her panties, it felt ridiculously good to be rubbed against like that. Ivy slept in the nude, she could feel every inch of her partner. So big, so hot, throbbing and twitching - it was bigger than usual; Harley gulped. Was this thing actually going inside her? It was the punishment she deserved, the stretch would burn~ The anticipation just made her more excited.
As if sensing she was craving it, Ivy kissed her neck lovingly. Each press of the lips was a feathery reminder of her worth, a silent reassurance. She was a broken girl, yes, but at least she was Ivy's broken girl, at least Ivy still wanted her, was stiff and hungry for her, was kind to her.
"T-Take it easy on me tonight, will ya?" Harley murmured, giving her partner an innocent look, licking her lips. Ivy's full, kissable mouth twitched with a hint of emotion, her eyes darkening with desire. She recognized that code, recognized that Harley was asking to be ruined, ignored, and put into her place.
"Take it easy on you? I don't think so. He didn't. Why should I?"
Harley felt a wet flood down south. 'Yeah, that's it, Red. That's right. Don't gimme a say, I'm nothin'. Do whatever you want with me.' Despite her arousal, she played at further resistance, knowing it would excite them both, tainting every following action in the most delicious of ways. "I think-"
"I don't care what you think, or what you want, because your judgment has been rather unsound tonight. I mean, you think you're worth nothing, a useless thing, so I'm going to remind you just how wrong you are. Now, why don't you be a good girl and bury your face in the pillow for me? If it gets to be too much, bite down and bear with it." Smiling coolly, Ivy stared into her eyes.
She was so good at playing a villain, that it made Harley melt in all the right ways. Biting the pillow through pain, being ignored, it hadn't been optional before. She really hadn't been able to change her mind, say no to him. Her body ached with the reminder of that truth. She closed her big blues, body going slack as she let Ivy's words run through her, like rainwater filling the parched mouths of a river, filling every empty place. Harley shifted and obeyed, placing her face into the pillow next to her.
"Not that one. Mine. So you can inhale my spoor and remind yourself who it is you belong to."
Shivering at the harsh tone, at the new flavor to their little game, the blonde slithered across the mattress to Ivy's half of the bed. It smelled like her - like springtime and the deepest, darkest rainforest, all at once. She moaned out loud, her entire body tingling with arousal. The feeling of Ivy's erection against her pert round bum, the invasive scent flooding her every sense, made her dizzy. She rubbed her face into it much like a dog into its owner's hand, breathing deep, truly taking Ivy in.
The ginger-haired woman watched this with a smile. Harley was putting her all into it, her hips shaking on their own like she couldn't help but want even more. Ivy denied her for a few long, dragging seconds, before she finally spoke, cool amusement lacing her tone. "Better. Now, what have you learned? Who do you belong to? That useless lump of trash who derailed your life… or a goddess?"
Harley mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like "you." Pleased, Ivy gripped Harley's thighs and began to rub the seeping head of her cock where Harley wanted it, teasing it against her entrance, making sure Harley was ready. The kiss of skin-on-skin sent little tingles from the top of the jester's head down to the tips of her toes, and released a bevy of butterflies in her belly. Ivy wasn't the type to just shove it in, not like the Joker. She knew how to be rough, how to use, and give at the same time; to make it a tango that required both of them. He'd never been capable of that.
"More specifically, who does this pussy belong to? Say it for me, my silly little clown," she growled against the back of Harley's ear as she rutted against her pussy lips harder and harder - still not deigning to give Harley what she wanted. Keeping it right there, so close, and yet so far.
Harley whined, spreading her thighs wide, pleading silently. She raised her head out of the pillow, and whimpered, "I-It belongs to you."
"What does?"
Harley's clit throbbed like crazy hearing that question. She bit her bottom lip hard, so hard she drew blood, and inhaled Ivy's sweet, delicious scent again, her eyes growing half-lidded. Ivy's heat, Ivy's scent, Ivy's words, the blood trickling down her chin. They were all she needed. "M-my pussy… my pussy is yours, Ivy…." Sometimes, this sort of back-and-forth made her think of one of those trashy old pornos, and she couldn't help giggling.
When Ivy heard how hesitant, how giddy she was, her full mouth twisted into a frown. "Is this a joke to you? You're going to wish you weren't joking around very, very soon."
Better. That was more of what she craved. Harley reached down, and with both hands, pulled the folds of her pussy open, revealing her slobbery pink insides. She was gushing down there, and just from doing that she began to leak onto the bed. The glistening display was no doubt tantalizing because Ivy twitched against her rear.
Face now stuffed rightfully where it belonged, she mumbled into the material of the pillow, "It's yours, it's yours, see? All yours."
"I don't. But maybe words just aren't enough. Let's see if you can prove it with your actions."
Slowly, Poison Ivy began to press into the warm, welcoming sex of her beloved Harley. The clown squealed into the pillow, the first two inches spreading her inner walls with ease, but the ones after were tougher. She was not a size queen, never had been - perhaps that was why Ivy made herself so damn big this time. Just to make a point. If that was her intention, the point was very much made. Harley's fingers flexed as Ivy slowly made progress. Fuck, the plant queen was girthy~ she liked that, the burning stretch making her toes curl, her knees go weak.
"Mmm, so wet for me," Ivy whispered, voice dripping with as much disdain as satisfaction. "What made you this wet? Thinking about some unworthy pig? Or waiting for me to ruin you for everyone else? As if I haven't already."
Harley didn't say a word, merely panted weakly, her tongue stuck out like a dog. 'More, gimme more. Ruin me~ Please. Make Mista J go away-Nnn!' Her train of thoughts crashed and burned; Ivy's powers might as well have been mind-reading. The red-haired bombshell smacked her bottom, causing the bounty of flesh to jiggle. She smooshed her face further in the pillow, moaning pathetically, and clutched the sheets beneath her hands. The effect was multi-faceted, felt all throughout the harlequin's body. Her belly started tingling, her clit throbbing, as the slight agony flooded her with confused bliss, excitement. Her thoughts ran rampant, 'More. Smack me around Red. I deserve it~'
Ivy laid another one on her other cheek. Harley maintained her silence, knowing what she'd earn by doing so. Soon, both her adorable bum cheeks were stained crimson. Harley lay there like a bratty girl, her ass stuck in the air, willingly taking blow after blow, refusing to answer, refusing to do anything but bathe in pain mixed with ecstasy. Ivy's hand, soft and warm, alternated between each cheek. There was a distinct pause between each strike. With every slap, a resounding rush of wetness came, until the clown's thighs were absolutely drenched, along with thick length shoved into it- still not fully inside.
"I asked a question! Explain this dripping mess you've made."
"B-but you did this to me," Harley murmured feverishly, raising her head again, shaking her hips and trying to work the rest of Ivy's cock into herself. Ivy put a hand on her ass, stilling her, a hiss-like sound erupting from her green throat.
"Excuse me? Don't you DARE try to swallow my cock with that filthy little pussy of yours. I am the one who decides when you get to taste me, and how much you get to taste! Understood!?" Harley intentionally didn't respond for a solid few seconds. Only when Ivy spanked her again, sending a delicious wave of heated pain into her arse, did she mumble incoherently.
"Yes'm, I-I understanddd !" Her words were slurred.
"You're being very bad, Harley. And I don't reward naughty girls. So, how about this? Promise you'll behave and I'll give you… hmm…" Ivy tapped her chin, glanced down at where she was pushed inside of Harley, and said in an amused tone, "Two or so more inches. How's that sound?"
That tease! Harley nearly screamed with frustration. She was weeping down there. She was pulsing and tightening inside, trying to drag Ivy deeper. But denial was exactly what she wanted. Gasping, desperately resisting the urge to push her ass back and demand even more penetration, she murmured, "I'm good, I'm a good girl."
"You're not a worthless thing? You're not bad? That's not what you said earlier. Are you sure?"
"I-I was wrong, I'm sure! I'm your good girl, Ivy. I mean it, really!"
"So, just to be clear," Ivy leaned close now, until her lips were on Harley's earlobe, breath heavy and hot, "you deserve every inch of my cock because you're mine. Because you're my sweet, adorable, loving little hole, not his broken fucktoy. Right?"
"...Oh Ivy. I love you."
The next smack upon her arse came with a distinct, thunderous noise. "I didn't ask you if you loved me, you little whore."
"I'm not broken. I'm whole. He-he didn't break me," Harley whispered through a veil of tears, "He didn't break me cause I'm unbreakable, just like you always say. I'm a good girl, I really am, I have a good heart, and- and I never deserved all the bad he gave me."
"That's right, baby," Ivy murmured, and she stopped all motion, soothingly rubbing her hand along the clown's sore bum. Her soft hand eased the aching pain, the same way the very real iron dissipated from her tone, replaced with honey and cool water. "One day, you won't need me to tell you that. You'll just know. Now… let me show you what good girls get."
Without saying a word, Ivy's plants moved swiftly into action once again. Two of them, moving so fast they made little snapping noises, tightened like the most lovely hangman's noose around her throat, until she almost couldn't breathe. With one solid thrust, Ivy sank deep inside Harley's glistening, tight hole. Immediately, the clown's cunt began squeezing down, causing a wet noise to erupt, just as loud as the slap had been. As the red-haired villainess gaped her wide, Ivy grabbed her by the back of her hair with one hand and shoved her face into the pillow hard.
The smell, the feeling of being so full, Ivy's groan of deep satisfaction as she hilted herself, the clap of testes against her swollen clit- That did it. Harley came, her eyes rolling back. She came easily, that was the kind of girl she was.
"Mmm, wow. Already?" Now Ivy found it amusing. She chuckled and clicked her tongue as she lazily rolled her hips. "A little pain always does it for you."
She let Harley have a brief moment to rest, reaching over to run a manicured fingernail slowly, steadily, around the oversensitive, tingling love button above Harley's entrance. The blonde quivered, and let out a harsh gasping shriek but did not move her hips away. Instead, she merely inhaled very deeply, bracing her knees on the bed as if to say, 'Gimme more, I dare you.'
Ivy grinned and dropped both hands onto Harley's shapely hips. She let one of her tendrils take over where her hand left off, the prodding plant teasing Harley's clitoris as Ivy began to pump her cock into her little loveslut. Harley gasped as Ivy drove inside, before pulling back out again, the stretched inner walls quivering around nothing. Then she drove in again. Clap, clap, the moss-green bombshell's pace was beyond slow, almost lazy, the wet noises, the slap of skin on skin the most delicious choir, goading both of them on. Meanwhile, the plant she'd sent to tend to Harley's lonely swollen spot began to drift, very idly, along her clitoris, teasing, flicking the tip. Harley let out a series of uncontrollable shrieks and moans as Ivy sent another vine up to roughly rub her clitoris, vigorously grinding into the base, moving in a steady circle.
"F-Fuck, you're driving me crazy babe…!"
"That's the point, honey," Ivy grinned. She directed her plant tendrils to add even more stimulation; the one currently wrapped around Harley's chest began squeezing the blonde's breasts, rubbing along the heaving flesh; another vine darted up and began to tease Harley's nipples, poking and prodding the stiff tips as the prison of plant-life around her chest writhed, squeezed down, along with the green member around her throat. Being constricted like that drove the clown into a frenzy. She allowed herself to be touched however Ivy pleased. In truth, the plants were not just her "children." It was more complicated than that. She felt everything they did. When they squeezed around Harley's tits, lifting and toying with the pale orbs, she could feel Harley's heartbeat through the membranes of the plant and could taste her sweat. The same was true of the one around the other woman's neck, Harley's rapid pulse being directly signaled to redhead. That was why she knew exactly what Harley needed, even outside of just being an empathetic, loving partner. She could also smell, and feel, Harley's desires just by touching and tasting her.
So, Harley wasn't the only one in heaven. There was nothing as satisfying, as euphoric, as pounding inside this crazy girl; no one got wet for Ivy like her girlfriend did. Harley, by just being her genuine self, inflamed feelings in Ivy that were hard to describe. She was a villain, by society's measure, but not to Harley - to Harley, her body was a means to heal. Her adorable little clown really was perfect. Nothing but pure affection ran through the plant queen as she ravaged the slender, pale frame beneath her. With one hand Ivy began to caress Harley's body, nails teasing up and down along her smooth back. When she began to dig her nails in, it earned her this delicious shiver, and Harley's pussy clamped down around her in answer; the other hand Ivy used to tease her nails across her girlfriend's inflamed asscheeks, a lazy little swat never far.
Every time she spanked her, Harley's insides tightened up, before easing its hold as Ivy pushed her cock inside again - hilting herself, then pulling back out again, before sliding all the way back in; a ceaseless cycle, the dripping hot wetness only increasing with each passing moment. Harley was glistening with sweat in minutes, the exertion of throwing her hips back to meet Harley's thrusts showing on her body.
"O-Ohhhh Red, give it to me, that's it, you know how to treat a girl," Muffled by the pillow, Harley's voice slurred, dragged. Ivy grinned, and gave her other half a reward, picking up her pace a little, adjusting their position for better entrance. She was hitting the little clown's inner sweet spot just right at this angle.
"Mmm, that's right. I know how to treat you because I love you my sweet little tramp," Ivy purred. Those three words caused an immediate reaction. Harley's insides tightened, clinging to her erection as if trying to keep it trapped inside; Ivy laughed, and she moved her thumb down to flick its way over her taut anus. "This place is looking rather lonely. I'll fix that."
"...!" For all their play, and all of Harley's experience with past partners - not that Ivy relished thinking about them, though it was unavoidable sometimes - she didn't have nearly as much experience with the back door. In some ways, the harlequin was incredibly innocent. She'd even confessed how the Joker, and others, had only really used anal sex as a means of humiliating her, testing her loyalty, her limits.
It was the opposite for Ivy. She wanted her girlfriend to feel even better, that was the only thing that mattered to her. The clown's moans and shuddering were such a turn-on; the plant queen grinned to herself as she widened that untested hole further and further. She adored watching the hapless little whore shiver and whine into the pillow, clenching her fists and trying to squirm away from the intrusion. Ivy gripped her hips, and dragged her firmly back into place.
Ivy giggled. "What's the matter? Having some trouble with me kicking in your back door?" Ivy tilted her head to one side as she eased her thumb away - only for one of the vines to start prodding at the same vulnerable, twitching opening. "You'd better relax, if you want this to be enjoyable for both of us. Not that I care. You're a broken object right? Just a hole?"
"T-that's right. I'm a-a useless hole-mmmm!" Some extra rubbing to her clit helped the girl loosen up. The blonde was trembling like a leaf as her insides loosened; the adorable winking orifice of her arse parted with ease now. Ivy allowed a small length of the vine to push inside, spreading her girlfriend's inner walls.
"Not useless!" Ivy growled, eyes narrowing, "And not just some hole. MY hole."
She spanked Harley again, for extra emphasis, and the vine slid all the way in. Harley let out a shrill squeak, her toes and back curled. Still, Ivy fucked her, grinning as she toyed with both her girlfriend's holes, the vine in her arse twisting gently, rubbing just right. So deliciously tight.
"O-Oh fuck, Ivy," Harley whimpered, "what are you doin' to me? You can't get enough of my ass, huh?"
"Of course it's never enough. I can't get enough of YOU. I love every inch of you, my sweet, simple slut. If you asked me to, I'd lick your entire pinup-worthy form from stem to stern. I'll always worship you, the way you deserve."
Proving her words, she very gently thrust the vine in and out of Harley's vulnerable anus, and at the same time, she continued to ravage her slick, wet hole. What a pretty sight this was - both of Harley's entrances spreading for her. The dual sensation was too much; the hot, tight vice of Harley's arsehole was exquisite, her inner walls clung to the vine with every thrust, as if craving more contact. Ivy ravaged the hole thoroughly but with tenderness.
"Did you hear me? I said I love every part of you, ungrateful little slut." Ivy gave Harley's right cheek a more vicious smack this time, working her vines on the woman more eagerly, the green limbs writhing and squeezing and stroking her girlfriend's curvy, delicious body, "if you're listening, then you'd better tighten that pretty pussy, Harley. If you don't, I'll pull out. Don't forget your purpose is pleasing me."
She heard alright. Harley groaned deeply, "M-My purpose, that's right. It's to make you cum. I'm all yours Reddddd, fuuuuck," She whispered in between shuddery moans, then she obeyed; the clown contracted her inner muscles. The sensation of drilling her girl in both holes nearly became overwhelming for Ivy, but she didn't let herself cum yet. She kept pistoning inside and began to pick up the pace of the limb currently darting in and out of the harlequin's ass. "I, I- mmmnnn!" Harley trailed off, unable to finish her statement. She was clearly in heaven. Understandable, as about five plant tendrils were caressing, teasing, her flustered frame. After about five minutes of Harley throwing it back and squealing like a lovely little piglet for her, Ivy couldn't take it anymore.
Her hips stilled, her entire body beginning to pulsate with need as her climax began to overtake her ability to resist. Harley tensed up almost as much, and her voice floated back to Ivy's ears, sing-songy, "Y-You're gonna cum, aren't ya? I-I can tell, you're twitchin' like crazy babe." Harley looked back over her shoulder, and the look on her face nearly made Ivy cum then and there. The pure joy, the excitement, the hunger….
"No one's ever looked at me the way you do," Ivy whispered, eyes wide, heart threatening to break out of her. She hadn't meant to say it. Knew that the tenderness in her voice would shatter the dark tone of the scene, but she didn't regret it. "I-I fall in love with you every time I look into your eyes."
"It's cuz I love you so much. I can't help but look at you like that, you do this to me… N-Now quit keeping a girl waiting. Pump me full, baby~ I'm yours, I'm yours, I'M MMMNNN!"
Ivy gave her everything she wanted. The clown fell silent as her insides were flooded. She only grew tighter, squeezing down desperately, and as the hotness, the wetness increased, a gush of moisture coated Ivy's crotch; she recognized the feeling of her girlfriend squirting on her cock. They were reaching their climax together. Just because Ivy was spilling her seed didn't mean she stopped ravaging her partner though; if anything, that just made her more eager. She guided Harley through her orgasm, extended it, by continuing to tease her.
Eventually, the waves of orgasm washed away from them both, leaving the two women with racing hearts and heated bodies, both breathing heavily as they recovered. Harley slumped into the bed, whimpering pathetically, "Oh fuck, Red, that was amazing! Just what I needed…."
Ivy commanded her plant extensions to depart, staring at the back of Harley's head with a very intense look on her face. She shifted on the bed, withdrew her cock, and flipped Harley onto her back with gentle hands, biting her toes in the process with a wicked little smirk. Harley gave no protest; she allowed herself to be moved easily, her beautiful breasts rapidly rising and falling. She had a well-fucked, supremely satisfied expression, features slack. Such a pretty face. She couldn't believe her luck, that she'd be able to stare into these eyes as they grew old together.
Ivy leaned down and pressed their lips together, nuzzling close, embracing the slightly smaller woman. Harley wrapped her legs around Ivy's ass to draw her into her embrace. The plant woman glanced down when her girlfriend grabbed the base of Ivy's cock, pressing the tip against her sopping wet, well-used slit.
"More?" Ivy whispered with a half-chuckle of disbelief. "My, my, we're greedy tonight. Not that greed isn't a color I enjoy."
Harley nodded, bit her plump bottom lip to try to suppress her huge grin, and didn't say a word. Nor did Ivy insist she speak.
Missionary was their favorite position. Not for any of the reasons other people might insist upon it; sure, it was nice that in this position it felt like Ivy could pound even deeper, and of course the sight of her girlfriend's bouncing breasts as their crotches slapped together was welcome as well, but it wasn't about that. It was about the way Harley's eyes locked onto hers. It was about the way they stared deep, deep into each other.
Harley, when they first met, used to have to fuck with the lights off. With a pillow drawn over her face. With her face, her eyes, her soul hidden away. But gradually, Ivy had earned her trust, had earned that soft cerulean gaze, so full of tenderness and affection; it set her heart racing, even after all this time.
"I-I love you so much," Ivy blurted and was shocked to find that her eyes were damp. She swallowed hard in an attempt to wrestle her emotions back behind the ivy-covered walls they normally hid behind. Sometimes, these scenes were hard for her… because she truly adored this gorgeous, silly, crazy girl. "I'm sorry that you're…. I'm sorry that he's still haunting you."
"Aww, Red," Harley whispered fondly, reaching up to stroke Ivy's face. "You don't gotta talk about that right now. I love you, too. Perhaps I might've found myself, somehow, even without you… but I sure as Hell am glad I didn't have to."
When Ivy leaned down for a kiss, Harley wrapped her arms around Ivy's neck. At the same time, her legs became almost noose-like around Ivy's ass, pushing their crotches much closer. Doing so forced Ivy to thrust in short, fast intervals, a pace she was more than willing to take. Her cock ached, her ballsack tightening with the urge to cum once again, but it was far too soon. She wanted them to take their time getting there again.
Harley's kiss was always a treat. Ivy allowed the warm flesh of their lips to touch, easing her tongue into the harlequin's mouth. Harley reacted in kind, eagerly meeting Ivy's tongue with her own, and she gratefully wove them together, showing her jester with this contact as much as with the one further below that she gladly took ownership of her, as long as that ownership was given.
Eyes locked, they rocked ceaselessly into one another, and the rest of the world seemed to melt away; minutes slipped past as they writhed together, lost in each other's embrace, chasing the precipice of pleasure, small noises of mingling need and adoration flooding the air and filling both with bursts of euphoria.
The truth of their love was reinforced with every touch - there was no inequality in the levels of their desire. Harley gave, and Ivy took, Ivy gave, and Harley took. Harleen Quinzel, not for the first or last time, recognized what it felt like to be truly loved. So many nights went this way - and not just the ones where old demons made it necessary. They had just been lucky enough to find someone whose body and urges fit so flawlessly with their own. Harley had a few mini-orgasms sneak up on her, the poor thing could barely keep her eyes open, and little streaks of drool glistened on her chin and throat. Both hers and Ivy's saliva, of course; a diverse array of hickeys coated the clown's neck and breasts, evidence of Ivy's affection.
Meanwhile, Ivy built up to another big finish, growling as she began spilling her seed deep inside her lover for the second time during the witching hour. Spent, she let her cock wither, and morph back into its natural shape - the plant woman's region becoming bare, smooth, and devoid of sexual characteristics. Just because she was too drained to use her dick didn't mean she was finished, though. Ivy was about to drift down and apply her tongue to Harley's slick, well-used sex, knowing she could make her other half feel even better, but she halted when Harley spoke up.
"W-whoa, wait! Where ya going, Red? Get back here, you go down on me again and I'll really lose my marbles. For good this time." Her words were slurred, half-audible.
Ivy didn't bother fighting back a smug smile, or the fierce pride at seeing such blatant satisfaction. She chuckled as she drifted back upward, the sound a soft purr that made Harley rethink her plea for mercy. "Reallllly? But I thought you were just a useless hole. Isn't that what you said?" she murmured against the harlequin's plump lips.
"Not A hole. Your hole. Think you're the one forgettin stuff~"
"Mmm. That's right. Mine. Say it again?"
"I'm all yours, baby," Harley said sleepily, a big smile plastered on her face. "Ohhh… Red, I feel so…so…."
"Soooooooo blessed to have such a wonderful and hot girlfriend - complete with extra appendages?"
"That too. I can't think straight, ugh, whatever. I'm fucked." Letting loose an exhausted yawn, Harley curled up to her partner, burying her face in her moss-green breasts. Ivy let out a little snort.
"Wasn't that the point?" The red-haired villainess reached up to drag her fingers through Harley's sweat-soaked blonde hair, smiling when the sign of affection earned her a little shiver and the tiniest of moans. Harley wiggled a little, and it was obvious to Ivy that if she hadn't been so thoroughly stretched and satisfied she would've wanted another round.
A few minutes passed by in silence, Harley's breathing pattern making it clear she was nearly asleep, when suddenly the adorable clown whispered, voice barely audible, "I-I guess what I wanted to say is… thank you. For accepting every part of me, helping me figure out how to put my Humpty Dumpty head back together. I know I've said it a million times, prolly gonna say it another million more… but ..." She trailed off, yawning again.
"Close your eyes, Harleen," Ivy said back, voice just as silky soft. "It's not a one-way street. Your love heals me, too. I have my own history of fuck-ups, and you're not one of them. You're the best thing that ever happened to me." Harley didn't say anything. Ivy knew the other woman didn't believe her, and was too tired to protest. So, to be extra sure the brat knew how she truly felt, she tucked her arms around Harley's bare belly, and squeezed her tight.
"I'll always accept you. And… I'll always be here to fuck the bad memories away. Always."
The clown's little face lit up like a clear night sky. "And you're my favorite person in the world. Always."
Ivy closed her eyes now too, not realizing how exhausted she'd become. Or maybe holding Harley was just that soothing, relaxing to her. Either way, the end result was the same. They fell asleep in each other's arms, and all was quiet - without and within.