The redheaded prisoner smiled, tied even as she was in the rude bonds of men. She feigned capture but could sway their feeble minds with little more than a few words and a sway of her hips. Little did they suspect her true power or her true plans - they were but males after all. Of course, she could still fail, her carefully spread spores and weeds choking the Four Clan's gardens all for naught. Not due to the cunning or strength of their leaders, of course, but due to her own suddenly wild and unpredictable heart.
The feelings frightened and confused her. She was the one who inflicted mad love upon unwilling hearts, not the one who suffered from it. She was the one who caused lips to tremble uncontrollably and secret heats to rise between well-muscled thighs with a glance, not the victim of said lusts. She was always the mistress in control, never the one begging for another's touch.
Until that day, the fateful day she had breathed in the sacred mists of prophecy from her burning secret herbs and saw her future lover in all of her sensual glory. Saw herself, Priestess Ivy, enemy of the Bat Tribe now far from the dark forests of rocky mountains of Gotham, now on her knees before a blonde fallen angel, a dark goddess in garb of black, red and silver that could not hide her swollen breasts or full belly, a wicked smile upon her lips belying a look of fierce love in her hot blue eyes.
Even though she wore the blue and white of the Four Clan now unlike the vision, and hung upon the arm of the leader of the Four, Chief Richards, Priestess Ivy knew it was her and echoes of her vision left her shaking like a leaf. Pamela had never felt anything like the desire she felt when looking upon the fertile blonde Queen of the Four Clan, Susan Richards. Ivy had brought many a plant being to life but to see the blonde beauty's ripened curves brought about by life growing inside of her made the redhead feel a lust so complete that it was more dizzying than the jungle heat.
She knew she must have Susan Richards. More importantly, she knew she must be had by the blonde, must be owned by the secret Queen inside of the woman . . . a Queen her visions whispered was named Malice. Even though they flew through the sky and were not quite at the Baxter Tower yet, Ivy shuddered and decided she could wait no longer. It was time to fulfill her vision of prophecy and bring this secret goddess to life, to serve the wicked mother of darkness with her body and soul.
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