Chapter 4: Climax
above view of discarded minimal black leather bodysuit with shoulder straps on wood floor with foliage
"When can we have our clothes back?" asks Black Canary, eyeing her garments next to Batgirl's.
Ivy's laughter rings out like a cold wind, a harsh reminder that they are no longer in control.
"Oh, you don't need those clothes anymore, my dears. In fact, I insist you get more comfortable."
"Now, boys," Ivy says, her voice dripping with venom, "it's time for you to pleasure these ladies with your cocks. Show them what they've been missing out on."
Batman's eyes widen in shock, but he can't deny the sudden surge of arousal that courses through his veins. He glances at Robin, who looks just as stunned, but there's a glint of desire in his eyes.
Ivy's grip on their minds and bodies is unyielding, and they both know that resistance is futile.
distant image of naked 21-year-old blonde woman, leaning over box, hooking up with naked man with black hair directly behind her nailing her from behind in greenhouse, blurry, strong shadows, no clothes, plants in foreground obscuring her chest
Batman positions himself behind Black Canary first. She is bent over, her perfect ass sticking out with its soft, round surface glistening with sweat. He positions his cock near the opening of her opening. She feels it. "It's just the tip, Dinah.
Trust me," Batman murmurs, easing himself into her slowly.
Poison Ivy laughs at them. "
Oh, you poor dears. Are you so surprised by your own desires? You've always wanted this, deep down. Now, let yourselves go."
And with that, Batman thrusts his hips forward, sinking himself deeper into Black Canary. Her moans fill the air as he fills her up completely.
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Meanwhile, Robin takes Batgirl's hips in his hands and pulls her back onto his erection. She gasps as she feels him fill her completely, her back arching in pleasure as he begins to thrust in and out of her.
"Behold, Batgirl. You believed that you had come here with the intention of bringing me to justice. But here you stand, exposed and vulnerable, with the very weapon you sought to wield against me, the weapon of Robin, now buried deep within you. This is the consequence of your audacity, your foolishness, in meddling with Poison Ivy. You had come to this place, armed with your righteous indignation, your determination to bring me to account for my actions. You had believed that you were prepared for anything, that you could face any challenge that I might present. But you were wrong, Batgirl. You were terribly, terribly wrong. You had underestimated me, my cunning, my ability to adapt, to turn the very tools of your justice against you.
she taunts, pleased with herself.
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Batman's thrusts are measured and deliberate, a slow-burning fire that builds within Black Canary. She feels herself growing wetter with each thrust, her body aching for more of him.
Robin follows suit, matching Batman's pace as he holds Batgirl's hips, pounding into her from behind. Her breath comes out in hot, ragged gasps with every thrust, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her veins.