Chapter 9 by Zeebop

Did Poison Ivy like that?

That May Have Been The Key Sexual Experience of Poison Ivy's Life

Dizzy, drunk with pleasure, Poison Ivy stared upward at the naked reporter, whose raven hair was wild. Lois Lane quivered with excitement as her hand caressed the bound villain...and then the reporter's hand closed around Ivy's throat as though it belonged there.

The villain gulped. Her heart fluttered. She strained against those bonds, but not to escape. Never in her life had Poison Ivy been so utterly dominated by a woman. Not even her beloved Harley Quinn. The thought of her girlfriend sent a pang through Ivy's heart. The bitter ache of betrayal. Yet as Lois Lane lowered her mouth to cover Ivy's own, the reporter's hand squeezed the villain's neck...and Ivy's eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Ivy panted. Her body tensed and strained. All she could taste was Lois Lane's pussy. All she could smell was that musky twat that had rubbed into her face. All she could see was the reporter's face as Lois pulled slowly away, and the reporter sucked on Ivy's tongue as she did so. Could only hear the words that whispered...

"You know, I think it's time I...eat my veggies."

Harley...my love...I'm sorry, Ivy said in her mind, as the reporter's nails scratched the length of Ivy's body, as Lois Lane slowly made her way down to the villain's pussy.