Chapter 10 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Plow Ivy's Seedbed

Lois Lane didn't know much about plant-based toxins, but she knew that it was generally more difficult to absorb them through the skin than through the mouth. So with what she hoped passed for practiced ease, the reporter cupped her hand over the villain's vulva.

Two fingers parted her soft petals, the hard little clitoris digging into the base of the reporter's palm as she slipped her middle two fingers into the wet, sticky cleft. Poison Ivy's juices were thicker than Lois Lane's own, viscous as honey...and, Lois was immediately aware, itchy. She could feel the skin on her fingers start to crawl, like that one summer at camp when she had put her hand in a clump of poison sumac.

"Hmm," Ivy said, leaning in. "Don't stop."

Committed to it now, Lois gripped the outer labia with her pinkie and index finger, as her middle two began to messily squelch in and out of the villain's sopping hole. She pressed her palm hard against the clitoris, rubbing up and down, hoping that Ivy would cum before her hand started to cramp up. And all the while the itchiness spread and grew.

Lois bit her lip until she was sure the blood was going to come. It was nearly unbearable. She wanted to stick her hand in a pot of boiling water, she wanted to douse it in ice. The reporter could almost feel the fingers starting to swell, red and bloated with poison as they stiffly fucked the redhead's cunt, plowing her seedbed with something more than mechanical urgency.

Cum for me! Lois begged, knowing it was the only way she would be able to get her hand back. Already the itching was progressing to a burning, the soft, sensitive skin beneath her fingernails little half-moons of pain. Cum! Cum!

"It's good," Ivy huffed, leaning against Lois. "But I need more. I need you to..."