Become the aggressive tease.

Since the magic makes her react loyally to any command. Flirting became the best power to dominate Ivy. Seducing her will be easy However, there’s been only small talk about the garden and the greenhouse, how beautiful it is, so no orders as of yet.

It was bound to happen at some point, when Lewis described in question, what it might feel like to be part of the plants. He could write that on himself, enabling the ability to be like her, or understand her. However again, that did not matter to Lewis. He wanted to bed her immediately in the flowerbed now. He needed to have a way to truly breed with her? He could have a clone of herself, birth from her body? Then grow at an extremely fast rate? Or something along those lines. He’ll think about it when he gets to it.

So many ideas and possibles could be brewed into text and change the plot of everything. So Lewis wrote on his wrist... (insatiably hung penis. At least the length of a 10in erect.)

To explain what it might look like inside her would be just a dream. As Lewis just now begins to fire his curious asks of question. Not really paying my much attention to the change he made.

“Would you stand in front of me, Miss Ivy?

The Plant Mother, dutifully took her position as told, without any further question. Actually waiting for another order to be told. The woman’s height was a trick with plant-like heels, branching together a costume or revealing sex-wear, as it grow around her beautifully. The latex darker shaded green material creating thigh-highs, indenting Poison Ivy’s voluptuous legs. Her outfit in the end looked a lot like a reversal suit, with flowers for pasties on her average natural breasts. The flowers add to the bright red that matches her pubic drapes. Some golden wrist, bicep, and choker bands to decorate the rest of her bare body.

The green-plant outfited, pale skinned redhead, undoubtedly smiles at Lewis. Shifting her weight from leg to leg seductively.

“Express your desire to be claimed by me” Lewis demanded, placing his hand gently to her check. Running his fingers through Ivy’s red locks playfully, eyeing down her body.

The lustrous Ivy takes Lewis’s hand into hers so willingly and puts it to her breast. Intending him to cup and fondle her. He does so, with a second hand diving for her crotch. The heated warmth at his fingertips demand attention, as Pamela moaned griping his arm deep in her loins.

“Take me! Use me however you wish, just fill me with your seed! Dr. Isley requests, **** to be filled with baby batter. Successfully peeling her desire with horny excitement.