Fuck

Harley dropped to her knees. Aaron's choice was already made for him.

"Look at these babies!" The crazy pigtailed woman grinned as she grabbed his hefty testicles. Unable to fully hold them within the palm of her hand, she cackled. "Look at them! I just wanna squeeze them till they pop!"

Harley squeezed hard. For a second Aaron was worried she would actually turn his family jewels to paste. He wouldn't be able to continue acting if she did that. Luckily, she stopped and looked up at him, smirking in that dangerous, ravishing Harley Quinn way.

"Don't mind if I do!"

She lifted his cock up and plopped it into her mouth. Despite being flaccid, he was quite thick. Aaron tried to not make a face as her long, warm tongue lathered his glans viscously. Her dark red lips grew wider as his cock grew fatter. Her eyes, direct downwards, became as large as saucers as she watched and felt just how big he got. Her tongue stopped working as she got pushed back.

Harley certainly didn't think it was possible but she needed to stop before she got ahead of herself. She pulled back and let his cock plop out. It bobbed until it stilled into place. All twelve inches jutting out from his miraculous body. Ivy was as gobsmacked as her girlfriend at the sheer scale of it. Comparing it to any male partner in the past would be a disgrace. It was magnificent and superior, riddled with veins and feeling like a hot steel pipe.

"Holy shit!" Harley scoffed and huffed, her grin rising and falling. She poked the tip. "That's…I'm actually speechless! Hey, honey, when was the last time I was ever speechless?"

Ivy did not respond. She simply stared, enthralled. Harley burst into a maniacal laugh.

"Ya know, Mistah J made me suck off a LOTTA big boys but this…but this…" Upon seeing Aaron's glorious member, Harley trailed off. She understood. This was nothing like the men they had been with before. From a glance, they knew this white guy was going to be special in the size department but this was out of their calculations.

Aaron got anxious at their blatant ogling. He could see the colour in their eyes shift. Lust. A craving. The urge to fuck or get fucked by this piece of meat. This random man they happened to come across.

Their mission, their powers, their skills and experience and knowledge; all was forgotten in the presence of his monster cock.

Harley was on her knees, an inch away from his phenomenal rod. Ivy stood next to her, arms under her bust and head angled down, hypnotized. If Aaron wanted to, he could flex his cock towards his stomach, angle it upwards. He didn't. They were ensnared by his veiny phallus. He needed to keep it that way.

"This thing is too big," said Ivy, her logical side kicking in. Inwardly, Aaron sighed but otherwise showed no emotion.

"C'mon, Ive," Harley responded, unblinking, ogling at the big fat cock. "We're non-monogamous. Polygamous. Happy lovers. Fruity bisexuals. We love each other and we love cock. Ain't that right? This whole schtick would be such a big waste if we left it."

Harley wrapped a hand; or rather, failed to wrap a hand. Another reminder of what they were dealing with. Harley added her other hand and started pumping. Sensual, gentle, as if not wanting to wake the beast.

"I…I agree." Ivy gulped. Her resolve wavered as his dick twitched innocently. "But shouldn't we do this somewhere else? We got what we needed, we have the location of the Dionesium."

Aaron made a mental note. 'Dionesium. They came here to find its location. I've never heard of it though. It sounds like a metallic compound. Supernatural, maybe, if Ivy is interested in it.'

"Well…" Harley released a hand and pressed her slit through her shorts. "...I'm feeling really fucking horny right now. And I also feel like getting fucked. I think your magic perfume is getting to me."

"I thought my pheromones didn't work on you," Ivy shot back, perplexed.

"Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't. Why else do you think I'm always so motivated in bed? Now let's decide, Sweatpea, are we bedding this guy or what?"

Ivy glanced between his face, his massive hard-on, Harley, then herself. She didn't want to admit it but she was feeling extra hot right now. Arousal surged through her body, ordering her to flick away the garments covering her body, from the undersized blouse to the makeshift panties.

Ivy peeled the thin blouse off and basked in the warmth of her own toxins and fragrance. Aaron's vision turned a lovely shade of pink as he stood still and breathed it in. His immune system fought and fought and his willpower eventually won. Though there was a parasite in his brain, he could fight it off.

'But fuck.' He was at a loss for words. Although a foreign green hue, Ivy's tits were fantastic. Her nipples were sharp and a dark shade of green but relatively small. Aaron measured her at about D-cups and he could barely keep his head straight as Ivy came behind him, those large and bountiful boobs pressing against his back.

"Don't worry, my servant," Ivy cooed, nibbling on his ear. Her toxins entered his body and he could feel the blood rushing down, hardening his cock. For a second, he saw hallucinations but his computer-like brain destroyed the illusions in a second. Ivy didn't know. "Give us the performance of your life and you will live…"

'Livelivelivelivelivelive…'

Her voice amplified and the smell of pumpkins eroding his senses, he felt trapped. Resistance felt futile, like a thick, tropical forest was obscuring his vision.

Meanwhile, Harley was giving him a nasty blowjob. Tongue slithering and moving rapidly, digits milking on his balls as if they were udders. Harley's erratic behaviour didn't just extend to fighting or ****. She was, like the internet predicted, wild in bed too.

Their surroundings changed as greenery grew. Flowers and plants blossomed from the walls, decorating it into a curtain of green. The door to the security room, to Todd and Noah, was completely blocked. Ivy's powers were at full blast as she created a pleasant environment for them to fuck. The ground beneath turned soft and his bare feet relaxed. Ahead, a fluffy red bed made of exotic plants and flowers was readied.

Aaron was pulled back to reality as Ivy pinched his nipples. Head on his shoulder, kissing his cheeks, she seemed just as delighted as Harley. Her verdant digits were tender as they felt his pecs and massaged his muscles. She licked his ear and then bit his shoulder. Blood was drawn and he could feel her sucking on him. She was addicted. His natural smell made the woman who was supposedly resistant to bacteria and poison fall under a deep spell.

"You taste wonderful," Ivy muttered, grabbing his chin and forcing him into a french kiss. She was nearly hostile with how she explored him. Her nails were long and sharp and they slightly pricked at his cheek. Breaking apart, saliva entangled, she added with a smirk, "I generally dislike kissing men but you…you're quite the exception, aren't you?"

Aaron swallowed. He didn't react too much throughout the ordeal, wanting her to believe he was in her spell still but it was difficult when her voice was so thick with desire and want and temptation. She was like the devil itself, hellbent on wanting him to lose control.

Then there was the demon, Harley Quinn. Her head was a blur as it went up and down his cock, swallowing more and more inches with every attempt. She was fucking insane. Tears rolled down her eyes and her black eyeliner smeared down with it. Her throat was obscenely tight and bulging from the girth of his dick. She had no gag reflex, Aaron realized, meaning she could take his cock as much as her body could take.

Eight inches, nine inches–

A groan. Aaron gripped both her pigtails and **** her deeper inside. Harley glanced up at him, eyes flaring in rage, but Aaron continued to kiss Ivy and drag Harley down his cock. She could do nothing. It was as though holding her pigtails was like a weakness. More tears flooded down and her makeup became a cluster of black streaks.

Ivy teased his nipples again. Her poisonous lips drove him into a mad fever.

Harley made lewd, vulgar sounds. Writhing underneath him as she took in his cock over and over and over again. ****, gasping, slobbering over his length. Trying and trying to please as she came to the realization she wouldn't be able to escape unless he was satisfied.

"Aw, Harley. You look like you're having trouble," Poison Ivy commented, peering down at her girlfriend. From her perspective, Aaron was like an extension of herself.

"Mmmph! Mph! MMMMMPH!" Her mouth was absolutely stuffed with his cock. There was no space to speak and her vocal cords were blocked. Harleen Quinzel was panting through her nose, struggling. But that was a mistake. His musk, his scent flooded her system like a virus. Amplified by Ivy's toxins and now so much more effective, Aaron could see the iris of her eyes transforming into hearts.

It was like a second wave and Aaron groaned again. Ivy fiddled with his chest and nipples as Harley deepthroated as if her life depended on it. Low noises from Aaron, smirks from Ivy, and loud depraved sounds from Harley until eventually–

"I'm cumming!"

Aaron's announcement came too late. He filled her stomach up, forcing her to swallow his seed and made her panic. Glug, glug, glug, he could hear her throat going. Aaron, clouded by Ivy's influence, gave no fucks as he tightened his grip on her pigtails and shoved her to his pelvis. Nose pressed into his musk, arms flailing, unable to swallow the never-ending volume. A white waterfall emerged from her bottom lip, falling and falling.

"Mmmph! Mmmh! Mmmmmph! Ivmppphy!"

Harley Quinn, who relished in challenge and chaos, had **** but to beg her girlfriend for mercy. Ivy smirked, kissed Aaron on the cheek, and sensually told him to let go. Somewhat caught up in her mind-controlling toxins, he relented. Harley dragged his big fat climatic cock out. His shaft rumbled and in a rage of carnal desire broke away from Harley. The flamboyant woman coughed and sputtered out the jets of sticky cum paraded on her.

Ivy slithered by his side and jerked him off, helping him paint her girlfriend in white. Her touch was exhilarating and electric, his balls nearly exploding as they released their delicious contents. Harley sat and took it like a good little whore, tongue hanging, pupils infatuated, clothes and cleavage ravaged in his spunk. Aaron came enough to humble ten men combined.

When he finally relaxed and his climax subsided, post-nut clarity tore up Ivy's mental fogs. Aaron breathed in slowly, regaining control over his mind and body. Ivy didn't notice, choosing to kneel in front of her girlfriend, red lips smiling lecherously.

"You alright, love?" Ivy asked, teasing but a touch concerned.

"Better than ever," Harley replied, licking a thick line of cum on her sleeve. "This is the best dick ever! Look at it, Pammy, it's still hard!"

"Yes, I know." Ivy's hand stroked the top of his shaft, eyes flickering from the fascinating log to Harley. "I think it's time we use our new servant for some fun."

Harley winked. "You read my mind, Pammy."

The two of them walked forward, hips swaying, and stripped off their clothes. Shorts, blouses, boots, everything. Although they were under the delusion he was under their control, Aaron most certainly wasn't. His eyes travelled up and down their naked body and he was struck with awe.

'Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Good god.'

Both of them had phenomenal hourglass figures, as if sculpted by men's innermost desires. Yet the evil within, the conflict, suggested something darker. They were like succubuses seeking a good cock–his cock. Pointing upwards, balls dangling, Aaron felt like he was in the Garden of Eden as he stared. Ivy had an arm across her bust, hiding her nipples, but her booty and hips were still out and curvy. Next to her was Harley, hands on her hips, legs wide, and grinning eagerly. Her tits were a cup size larger than Ivy's, DDs if he guessed correctly, with a fatter ass and wider hips. Harley was better in all the conventionally sultry ways–all the ways that traditionally made men water over women. But Ivy was taller by an inch or two and carried herself with a strong sense of pride. Harley was, as everybody in Gotham was accustomed to, a lunatic through and through.

Aaron's eyes looked Harley up and down. Simply the subtle manner in which she stood, her hands on her hips, her shameless display of her pink pussy, gave her that raving look she was iconic for. Her erect nipples were a delicious shade of red and the contrast to the exceedingly pale white of her mounds gave them an extra effect.

Ivy, on the other hand, was withdrawn. Arms across her bosom, legs straight, staring back at him with an angle to her brow, she was snarky and deceitful. She was fully aware of her immodesty, her lecherous figure, her promiscuous nature. But when it came down to it, when the cards were thrown and it was time to do the dirty deed, she was slightly tentative.

"Come on, come on! Fuck me already!" Harley turned, crawled onto the makeshift bed, and wagged her booty. Ivy rolled her eyes.

Indeed, as fun as it would be to break Ivy, he needed to focus on Harley. He approached her, cocking bouncing lower and lower, her pink twat dripping and yearning. Lewd juices gushed out as Harley peered over her shoulder, smirking seductively, and then shoved three fingers inside. Stretching herself in preparation for his flat slab of meat. The gargantuan schlong capable of making her forget her own girlfriend.

The plant-based bed was unexpectedly soft and comforting as his knees shuffled across it and drew closer to Harley. The swanky villain grinned ear-to-ear and removed her fingers.

"C'mon! C'mon!" Harley encouraged, pushing her ass back, teasing the tip of his cock. Aaron didn't move.

"Fuck her," Ivy whispered into his ear. Her hot toxic breath sent shivers up his spine and his cock lurched forward, provoked and stimulated. His engorged head touched her entrance and Harley cooed. The thick veins encompassing his dick and the slight pre-cum stunned Ivy for a moment. But an idea hit her and Ivy pulled his right arm between her boobs, muttering in his ear, "Fuck her till she breaks. Fuck her till she regrets it."

Aaron nodded, grabbed her pale booty cheeks, and went right fucking in. No holding back, no warning, he slid the entirety of his twelve inch cock inside her. The resounding clap was as loud as Harley's shriek.

"Holy FUUUCK! That's so fucking DEEEEEEP!"

Ivy whispered in his ear again and he started moving. But this time, he didn't hold back. He went fast and hard and his hips went in a blur. Harley's labia was stretched beyond belief and his cock was girthy enough to stimulate her clit. She arched her back as felt his cock reach her innermost depths, feeling him rearrange her guts. Her tattoos stretched and deformed as her figure smacked his pelvis over and over again. The bed shook with how hard he fucked her. With how deeply he was screwing her

"I-Ivy, wait! Wait! Wait!" Harley howled. Aaron continued rocking her world as Ivy stood silent and cocky. "He's…he's going to fuck me up! He's fucking me up! IVY! IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD! GOOD GOD! FUCK! MY WOMB IS GETTING FUCKING–"

Harley screamed. Pleasure and a tinge of pain. She had never felt anything like this and she didn't think she could take it too. Even so, his pelvis kept slamming into her ass and her insides quivered as he pulverised her tight cunt.

And soon…

"FUCKFUCKFUCK! I'M CUMMING! FUCK! KEEP FUCKING ME YOU HORSE DICK BASTARD! OOOOH~!"

Harley Quinn broke. She came.

Arms outstretched and nails scratching, she was **** as an onslaught of powerful orgasms penetrated her. Her pussy was absolutely drenched as it climaxed over and over again. As her mind turned to mush and lost whatever smidgen of logic it had.

"Please…fuck…fuck…"

Aaron was like a robot, hips thrusting rapidly without change or rest. He was consistent, he had a tempo, and he was deadly. Ivy herself was shocked that her (supposed) servant possessed such stamina. Her partner was getting absolutely pounded to the point where she wondered if Harley would ever be satisfied by anything else ever again.

Her twat was bursting with her sap which leaked onto his big fat cock. Aaron's fingers sank into her bouncy ass.

Harley's cunt was insane. Curbing down on his shaft insanely, without pause, always tightening and tightening and tightening–

'What kind of pussy is this?' Aaron asked himself, genuinely astonished. Every second felt like she was clamping down on him. Every thrust became harder and harder. He thought Vicki's cunt was reactive but this bitch was another level.

Aaron grunted as she clamped down again. But he couldn't let himself look bad. He pounded and pounded her pussy till Harley couldn't speak.

"Mmm…maaah…gah…!"

Harley, for all her talk, was defeated, getting fucked ass-high, head-down. Boobs pressed against the fake mattress, face completely unrecognizable from her smeared dark makeup to her happy tears and euphoric drool.

Her blue eyes were unhinged and she spoke incoherently. Feverishly. Deranged.

"Cock….cock…gimme big fat cock…cum…please…horse cock…"

Harley was completely broken and Ivy grew concerned. She massaged Aaron's biceps and muttered, "Finish it up. Cum. This whore can't get pregnant anyway."

On command, he did. Harley's body trembled as he came inside her. Her insides were filled up and the thick white cream made sure to keep that way. Even as he extracted himself and shot out several strings on Harley's tattooed back, the lava of cum wouldn't stop emerging. It was baffling from Ivy's perspective, who had never seen so much cum pile up, even with fifteen men.

Harley lay there creampied, fucked, broken, and her hole struggling to close as it drowned in his seed.

Aaron side-eyed Ivy. He could see the visible trails on her green thighs and the conflict on her face. Biting her lip, hand between her crossed legs. The hint of glee as she watched the heaps of cum fall from her girlfriend.

For a moment they made eye contact.

She tried controlling him, ordering him. 'Fuck me,' Ivy asked. Aaron didn't need to be mind controlled. He grabbed her by the sides and pulled her in for a kiss. Ivy reciprocated immediately, throwing herself onto him, legs enveloped around his waist.

"I fucking hate men," Ivy said between kisses, "but I'll make an exception for this big fat cock."

And their lips met again.

Ivy's booty rubbed against his shaft, cheeks wanting to contain them. Aaron had other plans and gripped her ass cheeks firmly; not only to hold her up but also to spread those buns wide. He throbbed violently as he teased her anal hole.

Ivy moaned into him. She rubbed herself without remorse, without shame, without thought, and Aaron grew harder. Everytime she shifted, a jolt went up his spine that gave his cock an extra effect. He was feeling so hot too, it was like he was on fire.

'It's her toxins,' Aaron realized. His cock twitched and throbbed frantically. Fireworks crackled in his balls, getting heavier and heavier by the second. His cock was like a stark raving lunatic itching for release and she was the hook–the entrancing spell that needed to be broken.

"Fuck," Aaron muttered. On top of her stimulating toxins, Ivy was a hell of a kisser. He should have expected as much given it was a key component to her mind powers. She tasted like fresh, enticing strawberries. She was too addicting.

Aaron couldn't hold back and parted away, strings of saliva connecting. His fingers adjusted their hold on her bare ass cheeks, lifted her up till his knob was prodding her entrance, and then dropped her down. Ivy's arrogant expression died a horrible **** as her pussylips were stretched and her cunt was filled by twelve inches of meat.

There was no mercy as his cock parked inside her womb. Her walls were fucking magical though. The entirety of his shaft was surrounded by a wonderfully squishy but tight sensation. It was clear Ivy didn't take much dick as her insides were like a vice-grip.

'She's fucking tight!' Aaron almost groaned. 'God! She's the tightest I've been in! Fuck!'

Ivy panted and wrapped her arms around his, her bountiful breasts against his chest. Heaving laboriously and green eyes melting from the hot rod resting in her.

"Fuck. Shit," Ivy mumbled. She stared at him, half way into depravity, and asked, "Wait, wait–"