Chapter 11: Harmony's tongue works frantically at Harley's dripping pussy as vines spread the blonde's thighs wider, the musky scent of arousal thick in the humid air - when Ivy suddenly yanks Harmony away by the hair to growl 'My turn,' shoving the younger woman face-first into her own soaked cunt.
The grotto was silent save for their ragged breathing. Harmony felt hollowed out, used, the ghost of the vine’s violation a cool, lingering memory inside her. She shivered in the vines' grasp, her skin pebbling in the humid air. Beside her, Harley hung her head, pink and blue strands of hair sticking to her damp forehead. A low, shaky laugh bubbled from Harley’s throat. “Always gotta make an entrance, Red. Couldn’t just bring us a fuckin’ fruit basket.”
Ivy didn’t smile. Her emerald eyes, calculating and cold, swept over them. “The data was… compelling. But incomplete.” She tilted her head, and the vines responded, shifting their grip. The thick cords holding Harley unwound from her legs only to coil higher, around her thighs and waist, and then, with a powerful heave, they flipped her upside down.
“Whoa! Shit!” Harley yelped, her world inverting. The vines held her suspended, her ankles bound together above her head, her arms still pinned behind her back. Her torn shorts and soaked panties did nothing to hide the exposed, glistening flesh between her legs. Blood rushed to her head, painting her face a deep crimson. “Real classy, Pam! Let’s get the circus freaks warmed up!”
Harmony stared, her stomach clenching. Harley looked utterly vulnerable, completely at Ivy’s mercy, and the raw exposure of it sent a confusing thrill through her exhaustion.
“The rabbit learned her lesson well,” Ivy said, her voice a silken command directed at Harmony. She gestured with a flick of her wrist. A vine nudged Harmony hard in the back, propelling her forward until she was kneeling directly beneath the inverted Harley. The scent of Harley’s arousal, musky and intimate, filled Harmony’s senses. “Now. Apply it.”
Harmony’s eyes widened. “I… I can’t…”
“You can,” Ivy countered, her tone leaving no room for argument. A different vine, slender and firm, slithered around Harmony’s throat, not choking, but a clear threat of dominance. “You wanted to calm the storm. This is how. Make her come. Use that pretty little mouth. Use your fingers. Show me what my pet rabbit can do.”
Trembling, Harmony looked up. Harley’s upside-down face was a twist of defiance and something else—a dark, eager curiosity. “C’mon, kid,” Harley rasped, her voice strained from the position. “Don’t leave a girl hangin’.” She grinned, a wild, wobbly thing. “Literally.”
The vine around Harmony’s throat tightened a fraction. It was all the incentive she needed.
Her hands shook as she reached up. She pushed the ruined fabric of Harley’s shorts and panties aside, fully exposing her. Harley was swollen, wet, her folds glistening in the grotto’s eerie light. Harmony’s heart hammered against her ribs. She leaned in, her breath ghosting over Harley’s sensitive skin.
She started with her tongue, a tentative, slow lick from perineum to clit.
Harley jolted, a sharp gasp echoing in the cavern. “Fuck… yeah. Like that.”
Encouraged, driven by fear and a burgeoning, twisted desire to please, Harmony dove in. She buried her face between Harley’s legs, her tongue flattening against Harley’s clit, licking and sucking with increasing desperation. She could taste the remnants of the vine’s slickness mixed with Harley’s own essence, a salty, potent flavor that made her head spin. She fucked Harley with her tongue, plunging it deep inside her, then circling back to torment the stiff, aching bud.
“Oh, god… shit…” Harley chanted, her body straining against the vines. Her hips tried to buck, to fuck Harmony’s face, but the restraints held her firm, turning her into a passive, writhing recipient of the pleasure. “Use your fingers, kid. C’mon. Fill me up.”
Harmony obeyed, her own arousal a dull, throbbing ache between her legs. She slid two fingers into Harley’s cunt, the tight, wet heat clutching at her instantly. She pumped them in and out, her rhythm matching the frantic work of her tongue.
Ivy watched, a statue of verdant judgment. “She’s not some fragile doll,” Ivy murmured, her voice cutting through Harley’s moans. “Don’t be gentle. She can take it. She wants it rough.”
The words ignited something in Harmony. A spark of the chaos she’d only observed from the sidelines. Her fear began to morph into a dark, empowering hunger. She added a third finger, stretching Harley, fucking her harder with her hand. The slick, obscene sounds of her thrusts filled the air. She sucked Harley’s clit into her mouth, nibbling and laving at it with a ferocity she didn’t know she possessed.
“Yes! Fuck, yes! Just like that!” Harley screamed, her body bowing against the vines. “Right there, you little bitch! Don’t you fuckin’ stop!”
Harmony didn’t. She was lost in it now, in the taste, the smell, the feel of Harley coming apart on her tongue and fingers. She was making the legendary Harley Quinn lose her mind, and the power was intoxicating.
“Good rabbit,” Ivy purred, her approval a physical warmth that spread through the grotto. “Now make her cum like you mean it. Like you own it.”
Harmony redoubled her efforts. She curled her fingers inside Harley, searching, and found a rough, ridged spot that made Harley shriek. She hammered against it, her wrist aching, her mouth working tirelessly on Harley’s clit.
Harley’s climax hit her like a seizure. A raw, guttural scream was torn from her lungs, a sound of pure, unadulterated release that seemed to shake the very roots of the cavern. Her cunt clamped down on Harmony’s fingers, milking them rhythmically as she convulsed, her juices flooding Harmony’s mouth. Harmony drank her down, not stopping until the last tremor had subsided and Harley hung from the vines, boneless and panting, utterly spent.
Slowly, gently, the vines lowered Harley to the soft moss, laying her down like a precious offering. Harmony knelt back, her face slick, her fingers glistening, her chest heaving. She looked from Harley’s wrecked form to Ivy’s impassive face.
Ivy stepped forward and cupped Harmony’s chin, her touch surprisingly gentle. She used her thumb to wipe a streak of Harley’s release from Harmony’s lip. “You see?” Ivy said, her voice low and intimate. “You’re not just a rabbit. There’s a predator in you, too.” She brought her thumb to her own lips and licked it clean, her eyes never leaving Harmony’s. “We’re going to have so much fun.”