After a long, blissful time spent savoring the succulent, his head dropped even further when Ivy removed the pot and placed it down a short distance away. With partially cracked eyelids, he could see her picking up the Batarang deposited near one of the petal walls.
She brought it back over to him, balancing the unique object in her hands. Reaching out, she used the sharp edge of the Batarang to make a slice in the armor just above his hip. The Batsuit tore open there, leaving a hole. She did the same for the opposite side. There was some small amount of blood, but there was no pain. There was only the calm.
She dropped the Batarang then. It landed softly on top of the pistil, then sunk into it as part of the flower swallowed it up like a too-soft pillow. The pistil then returned to normal as if there had never been anything there.
“So, you don’t think you’re my pet,” Ivy said. She pulled something out from above her ear. With the hair blocking it, he hadn’t been able to see that before. It looked like a small, silver tube of lipstick.
His suspicions were confirmed when she twisted two halves of it and a red stick popped out. She raised the colored end to her lips. “How can we change that?” Ivy began painting her lips.
He gaped in pure awe of her form. How could he have ever thought of her as an angel? She was a goddess! She was the example of beauty that everything else in the world had failed to copy. A perfectly proportioned body that could make even an exhale seem graceful.
Ivy finished with her lipstick and blew him a kiss. “I’m sure by now that my pheromones have made you realize that you cannot fight me.” She put the lipstick into a seam on the petal wall. A pocket, perhaps one that had been made for just that purpose. “I’m sure by now that you’ve also realized that I am perfection given life.”
He nodded dully. It was fraction of an inch of motion.
“I’m also sure by now that you’d be willing to take off that mask and show me the man beneath.” She stretched lightly. “Look at me, and you’ll find that it’s true.”
It was true. Was he even wearing a mask? It didn’t seem that way anymore.
She blew him another kiss, displaying the deep red that had casted her lips. It matched the shade of her hair. “And I’m also sure that you’d be willing to kiss me, right now.”
He was.
“This lipstick is special, my pet,” Ivy said. “It will spread spores in you, make you mine forever. It will be the end of your free will, and you will have no more thoughts other than pleasing me.” She reached a hand up to the back of his cowl. “And despite that, you still want to kiss me, don’t you?”
“Yes…” he replied quietly.
She waited expectantly, keeping her mouth close to his. He nearly pressed his lips to hers right then and there, but a combination of exhaustion and some small measure of resistance held him back. He couldn’t do much of anything, really.
“Do you love me?” Ivy asked.
“Yes…” he said. “I… love you.”
“Would you die for me?”
“Yes.”
“Would you do anything for me?” she pressed.
“Yes,” he said, firmer than before.
“Then kiss me, my Bat. Become mine.”
He remembered who he was. He was Bruce Wayne. He was the Batman.
He was her pet.
Closing his eyes, his head drifted forward until he discovered her in a kiss.
The taste of her was much like he had expected; sweet, luscious, ambrosial. Bruce pressed his lips against hers roughly with a sense of need, though her kiss was slightly more reserved. They broke contact for less than a second to regain their breath, eagerly returning to combine once more. He craned his neck forward as best he could, begging for more.
The stamens holding his arms withdrew, awkwardly dropping him back onto the flower floor. He came down on hands on knees, a step or two from Ivy. He looked up at her, finding her to be studying him intently.
After a moment of consideration, she bent down to meet his eyes. He was still on his knees, subservient.
Both of her hands reached out to grasp the ears of the cowl. With anyone else, he would have broken those hands. With her, he had no control.
They tugged gently at his scalp, shaking it out of its secure position until the base of the cowl was all that shielded his face. Soon, that was pulled free too, allowing his sweat-laced head to feel the atmosphere of the tulip. Unsurprisingly, it was musty and hot.
Ivy chuckled softly. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t,” Bruce commented.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” Ivy said. Bruce was confused as the filament slithered over to her, then rose up to slide between her hands. She put his cowl on top of the anther, cradled it, then continued. “He thought he was so powerful, so strong.” She seemed to be talking directly to the stamen. “All it took was a few seconds and he was done.”
Bruce didn’t respond. It didn’t seem prudent to interrupt her… or even get off of his knees.
“You did well,” Ivy said. She finally released the stamen and returned her gaze to him. “Prepare for a brand-new world, my pet.”
The stamen began to retreat back to its hole, dragging his cowl along with it. As it was almost all of the way back into the hole it had come from, it dropped the cowl, leaving it within his reach. The hole then sealed shut, slowly enclosing upon the anther until it was completely healed over. The other hole where the dead stamen had come from sealed by itself, leaving the lifeless green coil on the bud.
Ivy turned her back on him. “Put it on,” she ordered.
The petal walls began to fall. As more light shined on them, Bruce grabbed the cowl, bearing it again.
Ivy glanced at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. “I meant the stamen.”
Not questioning her, he crawled over to the stamen, grabbing both coiled ends of the fifteen-foot length. Hefting the surprisingly heavy material, he placed the center of it over the back of his neck. It settled there comfortably.
The petals continued to fall, allowing Bruce to once again view the outside paradise land. Again, he was amazed by the indescribable divinity to the unpolluted area. Short of the chirping of birds, he could believe that he was somewhere on a tropical island… with colorful and patterned flowers.
It was indeed Mother Nature’s personal work. Poison Ivy was her hand, bringing her beauty to the world.
Ivy stepped off of the petal in a slow walk. A short distance away, she pulled a strawberry from a spruce. She sniffed it blissfully, savoring the scent. She then kissed the tip of it lightly.
She returned back to him, still on his knees. As she moved closer, he could see that the object in her hand was not actually a strawberry. It didn’t have any leaves or seeds adorning the outer layer. It was shaped like the fruit, but it certainly didn’t appear to be for eating.
She stood over him, displaying the red object with the lipstick on the end. Lightly, she lowered it to his side where she had cut him earlier. Ivy squeezed the small red device, causing it to secrete a warm salve on his skin.
“Nature’s gifts,” Ivy commented as she rubbed in the light green substance. “Plants give healing. Plants give life. But men?” Her motions became rougher as she applied the salve to his other cut. “All men do is destroy. They crush, they murder, they ruin. All of them, savages.”
Her hand came up to his cheek, cupping it gently. “But you, Batman, can be different. The greatest of men, as I’ve been told.” Her hand trailed down his body to his chest. “As I’ve felt.” Her hand found his belt, then reached lower. “Perhaps you could be the one man who can give me what I need.”
“Yes, Ivy,” Bruce replied.
She shook her head. “To the world, I am Poison Ivy, but I am a goddess. I am the world to you, your life, your everything. Understood.”
“Yes.” He noticed her expectant stare. “Mistress.”
“Good,” Ivy smirked. She stood, dropping the strawberry-shaped device onto the flower next to him. The end of the stamen was in her hand. She slowly pulled it off of his head and settled it onto the ground before him. “Rule one: you will kill no other plant. My babies have been in pain for long enough. This is the only rule to remember; I hope it’s not too hard. You will do as I say when I command you, but if it is a choice between you and my babies, I’m not choosing you.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Batman said. It was unusual to hear plants referred to as “babies,” but he imagined that it would become common before too long. This was his new life now.
She nodded. “Follow.” She turned from him and walked to the portion of the vault where the door was. As she approached, the plant wall retreated to expose the steel door. She knocked on it twice. From the other side, the handle wheel was turned. The door opened with a squeal, revealing a darker room with one man with blood running down his face right in front of the door.
He dropped to his knees before Ivy. “Mistress,” he acknowledged, speaking for the first time that Bruce heard.
“You did well,” Ivy commented. “Opening the vault when you did… I was almost concerned for a moment.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the man replied. He spoke in monotone. Bruce decided that he’d best imitate his tone of voice in the future.
“I want you to take everyone else and go throw yourselves off the nearest bridge. If anyone can’t walk right now, carry them.” Ivy waved her hand dismissively. “I thank you for your service.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He stood up and grabbed the handle wheel. A few seconds later, the vault door was closed and locked again. A few seconds after that, the plant wall reformed.
Ivy turned around to face him again. “It’s hard to find good help these days. I’m hoping you will end those troubles.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Batman said, doing his best to keep his voice level and monotone. He was used to talking with a low inflection, but he was never as robotic as he was then.
She seemed pleased by it. “Excellent.” She stepped forward, a more pronounced sway to her hips than before but no less graceful.
The plants behind her as she stepped swirled up in twisting patterns. They created a more defined canvas. Bruce suspected that they were also emitting some sort of additional pheromone, considering the change in the atmosphere he sensed. The air felt thicker than it had just a few minutes ago.
Ivy reached him, then extended her arm out to him. He grabbed her hand with both of his and kissed it, then rose to his feet, being careful not to upset her balance with his weight. Mostly, he just stood up while keeping contact with her hand rather than using her to pull himself up.
She smiled, raising her other hand back to his cheek, then letting it drift down to his side. Letting out a throaty chuckle, she let go of him and walked past him to the center of the flower. She sat atop the pistil, her toes pointed toward him.
“The door appears to be locked,” Ivy commented lightly. “No way out of here. Whatever shall we do with the time we have now.” She beckoned to him with her index finger. She seemed to enjoy gesturing with gentle motions.
He approached slowly, coming close to her until she had him stop a foot or two from her. She studied him with hunger in her eyes, a demanding look that would not be denied. Bruce could guess what her next order would be.
“Mmmm…” Ivy grunted softly. “Take off that belt of yours. You won’t need it in here.”
As with her request, he complied. Bruce grabbed his belt with both hands and separated the seal at the front. Removed from his waist, he placed it down on the flower. It sank into the plant like his Batarang had earlier.
After it disappeared, the flower texture returned to its normal state, no trace of anything having ever been there in the first place.
“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” she yawned. “It looked so heavy, it must feel nice not having to carry it around. I would- oh my! Really?”
His belt had a secondary purpose beyond storing his weapons and gadgets. It also acted as a safeguard that held his uniform together in a perfect fit, even when torn or compressed. Without it, his top was revealed to be a little too large for his stature. That was by design, as more surface area meant he could fit more armor around his person. His pants were also a tad too wide for him, and they sagged quite a bit with the weight of his knee plates not being offset by the belt.
Ivy shrugged. “And here I thought that the so-called best of men would be a bit more of a challenge than the others. Oh, well.” She nodded. “You can take the pants off too.”
Batman raised his gauntlet and pressed the release button for his pants. They opened from behind, allowing him to shake them off and step out of his boots in one motion.
Ivy breathed a surprised, quizzical exhale. “Perhaps I was mistaken. I thought… hmm…”
Bruce remained standing, half-clothed. He didn’t wear any boxers; the Batsuit’s pants required him to be wearing nothing beneath so as to not leave an exploitable seam. The belt itself would contain his manhood and disguise it behind the Bat symbol on the front. When the belt was off, it could have looked like to an outside observer that he had an erection.
At least for those few who had never seen his uncovered erection.
“Interesting,” she noted, still keeping a close gaze of his still limp member. “Usually… well, I thought that you were aroused already. Most of my pets are when they first see me.” Her nose crinkled in concern. “You’re not dysfunctional, are you?”
“No, Mistress,” Bruce replied in monotone. He wasn’t even trying to do it that time, just adjusting to it instinctually. “I’ve had years of practice in containing my urges.”
She actually grinned, rising to her knees. “Ah, maybe this will be a challenge after all.” She scooted forward on her hind like a fox, circling her prey. “I want you,” she breathed huskily, “to use all of your willpower, your training, or whatever it is you use to resist, to not get hard.” She reached his base, looking straight up at him. “Don’t move, don’t talk, and don’t look away. Let’s see how long this takes.”
He nodded his understanding. Bruce had wanted this ever since he had seen her, he could admit, but he hadn’t ever developed any physical signs of lust. Though he was as cold as ice on the outside, inwardly, he was excited with a barely contained, overjoyed giddiness.
Ivy rested her forehead against his groin, breathing hotly onto his member. “I bet you’re just dying to be inside me already, aren’t you?”
He nodded, but she didn’t see it.
Leaning against his body for support, Ivy found her way to her feet. She lightly pushed against his chest with her palm, drifting backward a few steps so that he could see all of her body. In this moment, he could observe her figure in a more total view. The vines and leaves that made up her underwear were incredibly thin, making them look similar to threads. The leaves that covered the rest of her were strewn about in no apparently particular pattern, but they were comparatively plentiful around her chest area.
Her hands crossed over her own shoulders. She moved both hands down her body in unison, though she turned her back on him before her hands got to her midriff. Her magnificent green ass poked out at him from behind the vines and leaves, as those hands continued down her front. When they reached her thighs, they spread as fists to her sides. The two fists opened, dropping several dozen small maple leaves to the floor. Unlike his gadgets, they didn’t sink into the pistil.
Her head turned slightly, glancing down at his cock to find it still drooping down between his thighs. Not erect in the slightest.
Bruce’s mind, however, was ablaze with desire. His tongue was curled up and straining against locked teeth.
The corner of her lips tugged upward for a split-second before she turned her head back away from him. Raising both arms above her head and resting her arms on top of her skull, she bent forward further and stalked backwards. Twirling in tiny circles, her bottom grabbed his attention in a vice grip as it nearly made contact with his pelvis.
She moaned sensually. “I bet you’re just dying to be pounding me into the ground, aren’t you?”
He nodded senselessly. Who wouldn’t want to take her right there?
Ivy whipped her hair forward over her face, then back behind herself. The purpose was twofold, near as he could tell. Not only did it shed the leaves in her hair; it teased him with minimal contact with her red waterfall brushing over the exposed parts of his face beneath the cowl.
But he relied on his practiced thought patterns to keep from wholly appreciating her majesty. He could pretend that she was related to him. Closely related. Maternally. Grandmaternal. From Mars. Still exceedingly sexy, though.
She looked at him over her shoulder again, standing upright as her cheek turned. “Still nothing, huh?”
Bruce shook his head in a small motion.
She grunted. “How about now?” She spun around, showcasing her front.
He gasped. “Exceedingly sexy” didn’t do her justice.
Seeing her like this gave him the inspiration to make a painting that could only ever give the viewer a rough approximation of her. Large, lime-colored breasts came to acuminous, pine-shaded stubs placed perfectly at their centers. Each breast was unbelievably round; no sculptor could get such a perfect mold. Spherical in design, the short distance let him gauge their depth, even during their short jiggle. At a glance, they seemed like they could be as plush as the flower beneath their feet, perhaps even softer. He could imagine himself having a fistful of the greatest material on Earth, desperately digging into her flesh for the warmth.
Ivy smirked. “Like I said, my pet. No man can resist me.” Startled, Bruce looked down to see his cock coming alive. It was a strange sight to him, as he had never even thought about having an erection while wearing the Batsuit. When he put it on, the Bruce went to hide, leaving behind something else entirely.
“I’ll admit, I had to take out the big guns to do it,” Ivy conceded as Bruce watched his own member inflate. “You certainly have more to you than other men. But in the end, any man will fall for a nice pair of tits put in front of him. Your willpower may be great, but my charm- and my body- cannot be denied. Hopefully, you can last longer-” She cut off.
Batman looked up at her, finding her eyes growing wider by the second. They were glued to his cock, which was quickly expanding like her eyes. Only one was in the process of ending.
Her eyes returned to his, narrowing in contentment. “Best of men, huh?”
She slinked forward, reaching her hands out and firmly taking a hold of the ears of his mask. The cowl slipped off of his head quickly, unsettling his hair and making his eyelids burn. Ivy contemplated the mask before letting it fall to the pistil. The pistil did not swallow the mask, unlike his weapons. It was spared for the moment.
Something was wrong.
“I need you,” Ivy began, “to prove that you are what they say you are.” She slipped her fingers under his shirt, an easy task considering that it only loose fit without the belt. “Prove to me that you are worthy of being by my side when I rid this- what?” She looked down to find that his cock was still growing and had reached her thigh from the short gap between their bodies. “Wow.”
At rest, his cock was around three inches in length. To best get the Batsuit to mend to his form, he took regular measurements of all of his extremities. Which, at least until this night, had only ever gotten him hard enough to reach eight inches. With Poison Ivy before him, he could comfortably (in theory) state that it had to be at least a full foot from end to end. It stopped there, standing proudly with its tip braced on her leg.
Tantalizingly, this was first skin contact he had initiated. Just her thigh and her lips had graced his body.
His member finally stopped growing. Tentatively, the green-skinned goddess reached out her hand to grasp it, then paused. She regarded the unexpected sight before her, then flicked his cock away with her finger, deftly avoiding its reach as it flopped back.
“Tell me, my pet,” Ivy said, regaining her composure. “Is this your first time?”
“No, Mistress,” Bruce answered. “I have had relations with others before.” “I’m afraid you’re incorrect.” Her fingers slipped under his shirt again, appearing through the rips to pull the shirt off of him. The gloves, attached by a few threads to each wrist, came off with the shirt.
“Yes, Mistress,” the former costumed-man replied. Aside from his black socks, he was completely naked before her. Exposed in more ways than one.
Ivy examined the Bat-symbol on the chest of the shirt in her hands, then dropped it onto the flower, which did not make it vanish. She looked down at his feet, a bemused expression on her face. A quick order later, those socks were gone.
“This is your first time, Bruce. No one has ever truly had sex until they have been with me. And you better believe me when I say that I know how to fuck.”
“Yes, Mistress.” It was true.
Should he, though?
“You must prove to me that I could not replace you with someone else; that if I gave another man this mask, he could not do what you can. If you can, I promise you that this will be the night of your life.” She traced her thumb down his stomach. “One night of many, that is.”
Bruce could hardly contain his excitement, except for the fact that he was no longer capable of expressing himself outwardly. So, really, he could contain his excitement, even if he didn’t feel that way.
Finally! he thought. Oddly, it occurred to him that this was his first genuine thought in quite a few minutes. What was so odd about that? It was just… something about the situation that was keeping him from his calm.
Poison Ivy’s brow creased. “Interesting. Even now, you’re still trying to resist. I didn’t think this possible.”
“I- I don’t-” Bruce looked down at himself. What was he doing standing naked again? “What’s happening?” He couldn’t remember if he was supposed to be arresting her or not.
She stood there contemplative. Shrugging, she lowered both of her hands to her waist, grasped the vines that surrounded her, and pulled them apart to reveal what lay beneath.
Bruce started again. He stared into her pussy, lips parted like her vines and leaves. It glistened with a reddish complexion, a glint from the lights above making it sparkle in a special pattern. It developed its own halo from the reflection, displaying all of the colors of the rainbow in a tiny drop that fell from her folds and onto the Batsuit beneath her.
“There. That’s better, isn’t it,” Ivy cooed.
He didn’t respond, too fixated on her figure. He stared with unashamed wonder and desire as she roved her own hands over her body. Five fingers scrunched her left breast while her other five trailed diagonally beneath her chest. Each of them came to meet, squishing a single breast to shove out her nipple toward him, prodding him to take just a little taste.
“You want to be with me, don’t you?” Ivy asked.
Popping out of his trance, Bruce fixed his gaze upon her enchanting eyes. “I need-” His eye twitched, his voice breaking monotone and growing louder. “I… need… I-I… I need…”
“Yes, my pet. You do need.” She moved her hands to her sides, slinking forward briskly until she met him face-to-face. Finally, she grabbed him close and kissed him, passionately moaning against his quivering lips. The taste of the lipstick returned to his tongue, making the decision instantly and abundantly obvious.
He kissed back, cupping her just above the hips and holding tight. Bruce’s cock slipped along her waist, getting shifted upward like a lightning rod as it was squeezed between their bodies. Warmth in a few drops of liquid treated each of their navels, the precum being spread out as their mutual embrace compressed closer and closer.
Whatever reservations he had held before puffed away like a vapor in the breeze. Her touch made everything better.
Ivy continued her tongue’s assault on his gums, finding his own tongue to be unable to keep up. Each breath Bruce took was of her, drinking in the pheromones until he was inhaling through ragged pants.
She pushed him, not breaking lip or tongue contact for very long as the two of them stumbled into the center of the pistil, right beside what remained of his costume. Neither one of them sank into the soft substance, but it was still more plush than any bed Bruce had slept in before.
Ivy’s perfect breasts crashed into his chest, cushioning her fall and allowing her to comfortably remain in contact with his lips. The cock that had previously been held by two sets of ribs was now sealed in the slot between two green ass cheeks. She settled back with each one, grinding both rhythmically for a short period.
As Bruce fought to raise his head to fight off her conquering lips, she firmly pressed her lips hard against his, knocking his cranium back into the pistil and continuing to exercise her dominance over his mouth. Uncertainly, he shifted his head from one side to the other, trying to slip out.
Her heated furor aroused him; it was not often that he found himself losing any battle, so it made the occasion feel even more special. Though, of course, he was holding back for the sake of his mistress.
Following a particularly aggressive bout of lip-shoving, Ivy finally showed mercy, tilting her head down a slight degree and raising it a short distance from his as they both recovered their breath. Her forehead was less than an inch from his mouth.
Ivy raised her head, staring playfully at him. “You’re good, but I’m still not convinced.” Her hand trailed up his shoulder to the collarbone. “Prove to me that you are indeed the best.” She resumed grinding her ass backward onto his cock. He wasn’t familiar with her manner of working, but he was absolutely in no mood to complain about it.
Well, it was what she asked for.
Grunting, Bruce grabbed her behind the shoulders and pulled her down to his lips again, indulging once more in the enchanting taste. Ivy seemed to have expected this, as she very quickly compensated her posture to continue the ass-job. Her sweetened lips were quickly attacked before he abandoned them, instead focusing his attention in a wide circle around her jawline. Several kisses and suckles braced against her chin and beyond. Ivy moaned and chuckled softly, her red hair tickling him.
Suddenly, her hands came up between their chests and she shoved him down. Both hands drifted to his biceps, pinning him in place as she scooted forward. Most of her weight settled onto his chest, a small amount of fluid dribbling into the small hairs of his body. Hungry, Ivy latched onto his ear with her teeth, wiggling her lips around the lobe.
Bruce folded his arms inward at the elbow, tossing aside her loosened grip on his deltoids so that he could reach down and hold her by the flare of her hips. Keeping her steady, the next thing he did was slide his tongue to the base of her head. Sensing her lips still hovering around his ear, he shifted his mouth down, working lower on her shoulder before discovering the upper reaches of her chest.
Ivy gasped and lost her grip on his ear, finally having been bested. She surrendered her collar and chest to his expert advances, leaning back and lifting her chin up to rest on top of his scalp. Still, she managed to bring one of her hands back in a distracted manner to his cock. Gently, she squeezed the tip.
The former caped crusader slathered her upper chest with wet kisses until he felt her other hand press against the back of his neck, demanding more from him. The hand around his cock picked up the pace of the minimally focused squeezing and slapping.
Bruce dared further down her chest, finding nature’s most benevolent gifts in her two tits. The flesh felt like it was slightly attracted to his cheek, sticking to it like a magnet as he worked his way toward her right nipple. The suppleness and softness of her curves rivaled that of the pistil beneath their grinding bodies, making him feel like he was drowning in absolute bliss. If the touch of her hand was electrifying, he had no idea how to characterize the texture of her breasts.
Ivy moaned even louder as he finally found the nipple (it had taken him a while after he had closed his eyes from total pleasured-blindness, and he hadn’t exactly felt any pressure to find it hastily). The peak was the most resistant part about her, giving his tongue no new ventures beyond its surface. Feeling the hand on the back of his neck compel him, Bruce’s teeth dug into the curvature of the darker colored blossom. It felt like biting into a gem, only tasting sweeter by leaps and bounds. Her drained gasp afterward indicated an even greater shudder of pleasure coursing through her body.
Meanwhile, Bruce was simply put the happiest man in the world. Giving her a sense of pleasure only magnified his. Soon, it became overwhelming. The heat from her passion, the taste of her breasts, the softness of her figure, the hand gently caressing his neck and the fingers firmly pulling on his shaft became points of mounting thrill and delight, building and building alongside his impending…
He exploded. Shivering despite the warmth in his embrace, his cock plied up before shooting out his cum. It came out with his shouting announcement, yelling through teeth clamped around that nipple and tongue vibrating around the bud. It shot up through the air, and although he was unable to determine its exact arc, he could feel it splash off of Ivy’s bottom onto his lower abdomen.
This was who he was. Stripped bare, no more masks.
Breathing out, he came down from the dizzying highs. Bruce was careful not to disturb her as he slumped back down. His gaze momentarily slipped to the side before Ivy planted a tender kiss on his upturned cheek. Incensed- both by a hand pulling him back and by the need for another taste- Bruce turned back find himself lost in another kiss.
“Better,” Ivy breathed, breaking the long kiss. “The few men before you could never have gotten past my lips, but you still haven’t shown me enough.”
Bruce said nothing, ashamed to have disappointed his mistress. For all of his training, nothing could have ever prepared him for her. In more ways than one, she was his master.
“I will give you one more chance, my pet,” she said, rubbing his forehead and running her hand through his hair. “I need you to do your best here; prove you are truly worthy of my touch.” She stroked his cock, then paused, noting its quick return to full mast. She looked over to the petal on her right- the one with the pocket with the lipstick in it- then looked back at him.
A smile found its way back to her beautiful face. “I have enjoyed your touch, but you have given me little so far.” She punctuated the word “little” with a quick squeeze. “No holding back. Show me what you can do, and I will show you what I can do.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Bruce replied in the now automatic monotone, eager to bring her pleasure once more. A quick glance down at her neck showed a fierce tightening; clearly, she was anxious as well.
She let out a half-moan, half-chuckle, then leaned back. She withdrew from his chest and settled back onto his lab, her fabulous ass pressing his cock against his own thighs. “Have at it, then.”
Keeping eye contact, Bruce sat up to meet her at her level, Ivy’s eyes encouraging him with a single blink. He licked his lips, then leaned down once more into the depths of her cleavage. He reverently kissed the inner part of her right breast where he had started before, digging deep into the mound with his chin. With an inhale through his nose, he vacuumed some of the flesh toward his nostrils.
Ivy hopped up in his lap so that she moved her chest closer to his reach. Appreciative, he snaked a hand around her side to pinch her open breast with three stable fingers. His hand then opened to palm the underside of the massive marvel, cupping so that he could kiss it for the first time.
And that was where his gentleman motions ended.
With the mission fresh in his mind, he parted both tits so that he could line the cavity between them with fresh kisses. Those kisses led a trail down her midriff, where he began circling around her entire torso with his attentions. Back up to her breasts, he dipped his tongue to sample both nipples, contrasting their shapes and tastes. Back and forth, he attacked both with the innermost portions of his mouth that he could summon.
While he was enjoying the taste, Ivy was enjoying the touch, evident by her moans and her minute shivers. She grabbed his shoulders for support as she flopped her legs out to the sides. Bruce felt her long legs envelop his waist, pulling him ever closer so that they became one.
The billionaire relaxed his efforts after finding one of her legs having gone loose. He looked down to his side and discovered Ivy’s bent knee sitting directly in front of his face. Sensing her desire, he nudged himself to the side, bringing his head close enough to leg to give it the same treatment he had given her breasts. Incidentally, his cock slipped out from under her as he shifted, sliding up along the curvature of her ass as it smacked the underside of her open knee. He groaned when she pulled her leg below the knee in, squeezing the half of the cock embedded there.
She cocked her head. Don’t stop, the expression on her face said. His member ached caught in her trap… a challenge of sorts.
Leaning in against the discomfort, Bruce kissed her thigh, finding it to be firm and clean. He hadn’t expected anything less than such glorious perfection.
Ivy purred, encouraging him to go further. He happily obliged, kissing higher up the leg as he found the most compact and attractive thigh there had ever been. It was gooey, yet it was resisting his light kisses by preventing his incursions. Higher and higher up the leg as her leg simultaneously pumped the upper half of his cock.
Then he found her pussy.
Face-to-face with it, it suddenly became incredibly difficult not to cum right away. A sniff revealed a scent just as strong as the succulent’s, only instead of putting him at peace, it made him more aroused.
Ivy sensed his arousal grow, responding by lowering one of her hands, gripping his cock by the head, and dragging it out from under her leg so that it rested on top of her thigh and between it and her side.
Unhelpful, as it further distracted him and made it all the more uncomfortable for him to lean forward to be near it with his cock at her hip. Already, he could feel himself getting ready to lose it again.
No. He would not fail her again! He would prove himself to her if it was the last thing he did.
Bruce surged forward, keeping his back as rigid as possible so that he didn’t sacrifice too much balance. He landed with a chin at the bottom of her folds, getting wet from the liquids still dripping out. Ignoring the pain in his spine and the pleasure in his… everything… Bruce began to suckle.
Ivy’s reaction was immediate, arching her back and splaying her legs out, inviting him to go farther. This quickly freed Bruce’s cock from her grip, and with it, his reason to continue gracelessly sitting like that.
Carefully setting her down on her back and shoulders, Bruce got out of his seated position and kneeled between her open legs. She dug her heels into his sides, then straddled it, sidling both legs around one another.
Bruce felt her legs set his nerves ablaze, but he fought through it to lower his head back down to the wet slit opening up to him. The split in the skin welcomed his mouth once more, letting him go deeper as Ivy’s legs brushed against his shoulders and found a lock around his head and neck.
Ivy clearly had no further interest in his cock at this time, electing to allow him free reign of their encounter. Still, it wasn’t as if he was now impervious to the arousal that plagued his mind.
He found himself racing against the clock, licking and biting at various points around her walls to elicit the loudest reactions from her, adapting to locate the points where she felt it the most. He couldn’t hold out much longer.
Her moans were driving him crazy, as did the taste of her spilling fluids. He found himself lost in a deepening river of liquids as he worked, his cock slipping below into the softness of the pistil. His cock sank a few inches, but not nearly enough to concern him.
The noises that Ivy made grew more pronounced. They signaled an approaching climax.
He would not fail her. He would not!
He was about to-
I won’t!
With an airy shout, Ivy announced her orgasm, convulsing and pulsing. More liquids splashed against his face as Bruce continued his trek upstream. He wanted to continue through her climax, making sure she was as pleased as possible.
And the mere thought of having pleased his mistress in such a way filled him with the most intense euphoria he had ever felt, instantly making him orgasm with a screaming finish into her pussy. His load was shot right into the pistil, and like most flowers would (he assumed), it absorbed the liquids the two of them had spilled into its own body.
Exhausted, Bruce crawled away from her legs as they found new supports from the pistil, conveniently propping her as she recovered. He crawled further up the flower, collapsing onto his front by one of the petals. He’d come up to Ivy’s head’s level, hoping to help her through her post-climax tremors.
She noticed, eyeing him and bringing to back of her hand to a rest on his cheek. She patted him fondly. “Well done, my pet,” she whispered. “Well done.”
Feeling happy, Bruce turned over onto his back and looked up at the strange lights on the ceiling. It was simply the greatest delight he had ever felt having made the greatest achievement of his life.
Following a few moments of comfortable silence, Ivy slithered over to his side and reassumed her position atop him. She placed her thumb on the corner of his mouth, twirling it in circles. “Truly wonderful. You should feel proud.”
And he did. “Yes, Mistress,” he said softly.
She kissed him lightly, pulling back before too long. Their lips broke with a muted smack, leaving him to stare up at her with glazed eyes. He could just stare at her forever.
Ivy took note of his cock softening beneath her, not immediately springing back to life like it had earlier. Bruce did not know how long ago that had been.
“I promised you I would show you what I could do,” Ivy whispered. She reached up to the petal behind them and retrieved her lipstick from the pocket of the mesh. Bruce noticed for the first time that the tube she held had a cap on one side, opposite to the hole that required twisting to remove the stick of paint. Pinched between two fingers, the cap came off, revealing a different stick to the one she had used earlier. This one was colored pink rather than red and was apparently fresher than the other one. This one had not seen much use.
The green goddess applied this new pink substance to her lips in small amounts, only giving one coat to the sheen of pink. The nub then disappeared behind the silver cap when she finished.
Ivy carefully replaced the tube back in its pocket. Smiling, she leaned in to kiss him deeply. The taste of this new lipstick was both bitter and sweet, but he would never be able to say the taste was anything other than spectacular when it was her who used it.
As she pulled back, she put a hand on his chest, looking to be passing in a distinct level of concentration. After a few seconds, she kissed him again, though not for as long as she had a moment before.
Abruptly, Bruce felt a stirring down by his cock. With utter surprise, he looked down at it, finding it to be slowly returning to its full strength.
“I can do a whole lot for you, my pet,” Ivy announced. “This lipstick, for example, can get you hard for hours at time. Perfect for when you have the time.” She scooted back, reaching his full-length mast that had grown in under five seconds. “I can also do this.” She jumped up and landed impaled on his cock.
Bruce sat up and gasped in complete pleasure, barely choking back his screams. His head met Ivy’s, who caught him expertly in a quick kiss before she shoved him back down. His mouth wasn’t working with such unbridled bliss.
He looked down to find his cock, but it was totally lost to the absolute tightest pussy on the planet. A length greater than a foot swallowed up in one rapid descent.
She hopped forward, holding herself up so that her breasts were held below his neck. Bruce then noticed that her muscles had gone taut, but Ivy was holding still to relax them. Clearly, she was paying for such a quick decision.
Slowly, she built her way back to a reassuring smile. “Now prepare for the best fuck in the world.”
All ten of her fingers stabbed their nails into his shoulders, clawing still as she began her gallop atop his unmoving body. He couldn’t possibly move, only being able to groan and yell in response to the overwhelming sensation of never-ending pleasure coming from his cock. She rode him roughly, barely allowing him any moments to breath before her weight crashed down against his front. Her hair was displaced in all directions, her breasts bouncing and softly impacting against his face.
“Don’t just sit there!” Ivy screamed senselessly. How could she even form a coherent thought with all those wild motions?
Bruce ultimately found the ability to react beyond his grunting. His arms having been sapped of life, he just barely managed to drape them over her back, locking his fingers to just keep with her rhythm. His grip wasn’t very secure, though, as her bucking and humping brought the hands to her ass. Frantic, Bruce grabbed hold of both of the mounds there, squeezing tight just to feel something. Needless to say, it was a wonderful feeling.
Though it was a complete accident, this seemed to have been the right course of action. Her moans of approval resonated deep in his core, greatly diminishing his ability to resist going right away. Feeling emboldened, Bruce shifted his center of mass further down her body so that he could rock his hips in tune with her jumps. They were both panting before long.
It took only a few more pumps before he came, shouting it in a voice that had long since gone ragged. Deep inside of her, his orgasm shot off an unending series of semen. Rocking her hips faster to keep him going, he came for almost a half-minute before finally- mercifully- it ended. He fell down to the pistil in a sweating mess, hands struggling to keep contact with her beautiful ass.
He thought that he would be done entirely after that, but he unbelievably still felt his cock to be as hard as ever. Bruce had no idea how such miracles could have occurred through the simple intake of a pink lipstick, but Ivy’s promises were definitely not tall tales. He had never come so early in his life.
Ivy got a dark look in her eyes, one of an insatiable hunger. “You’ve only had a crumb of one I can give you. I’m far from done, and from the looks of it, so are you, my pet.”
Bruce said nothing, still recovering from his crisply intoxicating orgasm.
“The best fuck in the world, indeed. Nobody’s coming back to the bank until Monday; we have all weekend.” She stroked his cheek fondly. “I have such plans for you.”
And she began to gallop again.