A diabolically brilliant idea came into her head, "Would you love it if I gave you a little kiss down below? Perhaps a little lick too?"
As she licked her lips seductively, Bruce seemed to try to resist but ended up nodding. Which was fine as Ivy was going to do it anyway. Licking her lips had a second purpose, as she ready her mouth to secrete the two drugs she had previously used on him. The one to leave him in a constant state of arousal with all of this pleasure nerves becoming sensitive. As well as the one which was a hyper-suggestive which would negate his ability to reject her words and ideas.
'Many people think I need my hypno-lipsticks. Why would I need that when my body can create any drug or poison I desire? Hell, the different between poison and medicine is only in the dosage. No, the lipstick when I use it is distraction or part of seduction given how men react sometimes to a woman applying paint to her lips. Or I give it to people like Harley who can't create poisons. All I have to do to acquire a new substance to use is to... digest enough of it for my body to understand it's make up. Which I have with these drugs. Time to put them to work.' she thought as she used her plants and vines, placed around the room behind Batman, to get him into position.
She had used the plants to remove the ropes and his clothes, with Bruce still stunned from her processing of him. Holding him up with his arms and legs spread into an X, his cock was already fulled erect... and impressive from it's length and width. Continuing to moisten and drug her lips, she moved for she could kneel before him with his penis at her mouth's level.
Kissing the tip once, twice and thrice... she began to lick down the length of the shaft. Her tongue also able to secrete the drugs within her saliva. Bruce moaned for a second as the first drug took effect and his pleasure centres were ignited. When she reached the end of the rod, she began to lick the balls which were of a larger size to match the root between his legs. Root... she liked the sound of that. She told him, "What a might root you have, Bruce. So firm and strong. I can't wait to bury it within the fertile earth of my womanly power. Best to nurture it before I do that."
She kissed balls, up the 'root', till she kissed the tip again. All of this time, Bruce was moaning, groaning and sighing. She prepared to speak, as soon her mouth would be full for a time, "Bruce loves his Ivy. Totally, completely, hopeless."
She kissed and swirled her tongue over his root, as he repeated what she said with pleasure. She continued, "Bruce Wayne loves his goddess, Pamela Isley." He repeated and she continued, "Bruce would do anything for me, his Ivy. There is right thing is what Ivy wants or what is best for Ivy." Which was parroted back to her.
Figuring it was enough for now, plus the fact she could just reapply the drug, she continued with the blow job. Bruce skin had been the pinkish-white of person of Northern European heritage with a small tint of green of Ivy. It was slowly turning deeper and deeper green. She hoped by the time she finished, his skin would match hers. She had guessed that once he fully submitted, he would match her plant-based physical form. In other words, the greener Bruce got, the more he became hers.
She moved down the length of cock as it entered her mouth, keeping a gradual descent, her tongue gliding over it. She began a leisurely sucking of it, wondering how much pressure Bruce could endure. Catwoman mentioned his sexual training, how he could fuck for hours if need be. Yet that was not when he was drugged and mind screwed at the same time. It was possible he could erupt at any moment. Or not.
'Fortunately, I know of many formulas for curing ED... even some people can live through.'
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