Planting a seed in Poison Ivy.

he stripped out of his own clothes while Harley sighed. “I think Batwoman’s keepin’ one of ‘em on her.”

“An amulet?” Ivy rested her hand on the couch, right where Brandon put it, and ignored him as he knelt and rubbed his cock along her lower lips to get everything nice and wet. “I suppose it’s the only way to know where it is at all times.”

“Yeah, you know Bats. Why let somebody else do somethin’ if you can do it yourself and glower the whole time?”

“But out of the whole League, I would think she’d be the least inclined to carry around something that does…what it does. Put it on Superman, or Flash, or, heck, even Robin. A male, at least.”

“Dunno. Who knows what goes through the mind of a crazy person.”

“Said the renowned doctor who dresses like a clown to date a psychotic madman.”

Harley stuck out her tongue. “At least it gets me laid.”

“Once again, the last thing I need right now is to hear about somebody’s exploits with penis. Wow, that’s a big penis!” Ivy panted as Brandon finally pushed inside, digging her nails into the sofa and tensing her hips to grind against him. Her pale white body took to the act immediately, rolling with whatever speed he picked and arching her back until he had **** but to admire her small, round breasts. He’d expected a cool and smooth texture, like the stem of a flower, but her walls felt like like a human’s: warm, wet, and perfect for taking cock. “How does she resist its effects?”

“Hnn?” Harley didn’t answer for a minute, too busy trying to peel off her panties without removing her finger from her pussy. “I dunno, some Bat-magic-ignoring pouch or somethin’. Whatever it is, it’s not workin’ so great. Probably runnin’ around the Belfry with her sad grey tits out.”

“The Belfry?”

“Yeah, that’s the name of Batwoman’s lair. Or, it probably is. It should be.”

“Still, I doubt she’d do anything that wasn’t fooooolproof” Ivy moaned, taken aback by Brandon’s hands squeezing her chest, enveloping each breast with just his palm. “If it really is magic, the League has people to make sure it’s safe.”

“Well they need to do a better job. I’m tellin’ ya, Ives, there was this one time Bats and Little Bats interviewed me at the GCPD, and it was a totally normal, non-punchy interrogation until Bats left, and a few minutes later Little Bats and I noticed we were nearly naked and we’d jilled ourselves so wet it felt like we’d gotten spunk lodged a foot deep.”

“That is terrifying for at least six reasons, not the least of which is your understanding of anatomy.”

“It’s hyperbole! I’m a doctor, I know my way around a vag.” She hooked one leg over the back of the couch and put the other on the floor, using her gymnastic flexibility to spread her thighs and get three fingers into her pussy.

“Don’t I know it,” Ivy mused with a coy look that made Brandon’s toes curl. That wasn’t the amulet, right? It made women strip and masturbate and sometimes fuck each other, but it didn’t put flirting into casual conversation. Which meant Ivy had done that herself, consciously. Which implied… “Still, that’s troubling. Who’s to say the magic protection won’t fail in the middle of a fight?”

“Ives, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were worried about Batwoman.”

“I want her to recognize that I’m working for the greater good of the planet and stop getting on my case just because I get rid of a few fossil fuel execs or steal some supplies for experiments that will make the world better. I don’t want her to get **** by Bane or something.”

“Ooooh, yeah, that’s the spot. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get what you’re sayin’. Not like I get off to thinking about the heroes gettin’ railed.” Harley’s body contorted as pleasure washed over her. “Still, might be a good time to have the pill close by. Just sayin’.”

Ivy rolled her eyes, and they stayed up when Brandon wrapped his hands around the narrowest part of her waist and slammed her so hard the couch shifted under them. “Birth control pills are developed and manufactured by pharmaceutical companies who release massive chemical pollution into rivers and oceans. I’d—oh, fuck—I’d rather burn them down than give them—give it, give it to me!—a single dollar. My birth control method is not letting that big, hard cock fuck me more, more! Until it sprays all that thick white seed inside my fertile core! Yes, yes, yes!” Her hips bucked one last time, and her mouth hung open as she hyperventilated through her orgasm. Brandon’s cum drove her higher, and she clamped down on him with what felt like a second peak triggered by her secret insemination.