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The Pleasure of Poison - 3
🕑 Added 2025-05-26 01:19:04 +0000 UTCAN: Chapter held for review again. Just to be clear, all characters in this story are 18+.
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There was a ten-foot gap between Selina and the next rooftop over. An easy jump.
Her boots hit the asphalt, kicking up dust and gravel. Selina slid a short way but quickly caught her balance, gracefully slipping into a confident strut.
Had there been onlookers, they would have been treated to the sight of long, supple legs and full rounded hips swept into mesmerizing motion. Lissome curves wrapped in shiny, black leather, swaying, sashaying. Even performing the art of stealth, the Catwoman couldn’t help but look good.
Selina’s kept to the shadows, the wall of the next building over providing cover from the moonlight. She moved in silence, creeping up to the edge of the rooftop overlooking the city street… and giving her a perfect view of the warehouse across the way.
Upon a street side sign, STAGG was writ large in bold blue, lit up from below in golden light.
Selina smirked.
Selina had done her homework. The Greenseed wasn’t Stagg’s, just something they inherited from the eco-friendly company that did. The group needed funds and made the mistake of taking them from Stagg Industries. It wasn’t long until the company was gutted, projects shut down, personnel laid off, broken down bit by bit until there was nothing left.
Nothing but Stagg.
She’d only met the man himself once… but that single brush had been more than enough. A charity ball some months back had been the unfortunate place. Right from the start, she could tell Simon Stagg’s friendly smile was a mask - poorly worn, too. The portly, pink-faced creep couldn’t even be bothered to keep the disdain from his eyes.
For Selina, though, he’d offered the special indignity of his admiration. Not for her charity work or the noble cause of helping poor defenseless animals - Mr. Stagg’s focus had been too far down the front of Selina’s dress to care.
From there it had been charmless come-ons and smarmy jokes which Selina just barely tolerated. His hand just so happening to brush against her ass had been the last straw. Throwing red wine in his face - that had been satisfying. But this? This was fun.
Selina wasn’t fooling herself. Catwoman wasn’t the hero type. She wasn’t doing this to avenge anyone, least of all some idealist hippie geeks. This was a favor for a friend, that was all. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to enjoy it.
So yes, Selina was very much looking forward to robbing Simon Stagg, even if it was just some forgotten archive building. That would be for later, though. For now, all she needed was confirmation.
The gap across the street was too far to jump and too big for to latch onto anything with her whip. Selina took out the grapple gun - one she’d swiped from Batman some time back. No doubt he’d built himself a newer, better toy since then, but this older model did the job just fine. Built to carry a man of his size and weight, it carried Selina across the gap effortlessly. She was flying, flying, like she was weightless… then she was falling, falling, barreling towards the warehouse rooftop.
Catwoman was smiling. Her blood was up, pumping that sweet adrenaline. She was alive.
The black-clad thief fell into a roll, absorbing the impact, dispersing the force, slowing her speed. An instant later she was on her feet again, strutting like it was nothing. Selina huffed through her nose, smirking.
Not a scratch.
Now it was as simple as getting inside. Along the sloped roof were skylights, half a dozen on each side. Selina slinked over to one, inspecting first. She tapped the side of her goggles - they looked plain, but some tinkering had made them into one of her most valuable tools. She took a moment to scan… and to her surprise, everything came back negative.
No guards. No alarm. No trip wires. Sloppy, sloppy, Mr. Stagg.
Selina couldn’t complain. Not when his incompetence made her job easier.
Gingerly, she lifted the glass panel until there was just enough room for her to slip through. Loose and limber, Catwoman eased herself in feet first.
Time to get eyes on the green.
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The moan that rose from Ivy’s throat was low and rich. It was feeling that ran through her body, slithering through her flesh, boiling in her veins.
Beneath her was man - the hard muscle of his young body so warm, so pleasingly firm under her hands, against her straddling thighs. She drew her hips over him slowly - she had to move slowly. Moving any faster would have ruined her. Even at the pace of molasses, the sheer girth of his cock strained her body to its limit. Her poor pussy was so filled, so overburdened from Tom’s presence that she couldn’t even speak.
Tom’s endowment looked massive - but he felt even bigger. Sensation kept on thrumming through her skin, wicked jolts blitzing from her core all the way to her fingertips.
The charge was even stronger now. The slightest shift of her hips had that fat bastard of a cock dragging through her molten insides, making Ivy feel like she was about to split apart.
“Fu- uck!” Ivy choked as her body spasmed. That red-hot prick rattled through her guts. Another torrent of sensation upon her nerves, a million little fires burning in her belly. Ivy’s head was spinning now. The ache that racked her cunt was delicious.
“God…” Croaked the teenager. Tom, as always, was beholding her like a goddess. The hands resting on her hips were gentle as they roamed those curves, reverent in their affection. “You feel so good, Miss Ivy.”
Ivy let off another moan, softer now. The madness his cock had stoked in her core receded for a moment, giving her time to breath, to think. Enough to remember that she liked the way he worshipped her.
She drew her hands up to his broad chest, enjoying the firmness, the slick sweat under her fingers. She could feel his heart beating… and the heat offered up by his pumping blood. Humans ran hot - sometimes Ivy missed that.
“Tom…” Ivy hummed, settling her soft bottom right in her young lover’s lap. “I thought I told you… it’s just Ivy.”
“Sorry.” Tom managed a tired smile. “You’re just so pretty… I forget stuff sometimes.”
Amusement coiled through Ivy’s insides, entwining with the heat and the bliss already storming there. He really was a sweetheart, this one. His utter devotion wasn’t half-bad, either.
Something deep in her gut, deeper even than the teenager’s thick, swollen cock, compelled the villainess to put some force into her rocking hips. With her hands planted firmly on his chest, she pitched herself back and forth, bucking atop her boy toy. Riding him faster, harder. The pleasure that came was blistering, white hot surges through her flesh. Her whole body was shaking, quivering, struck with wave after wave of sensation - so many of them that they all merged into one exquisite ache.
“Oh. Oh! OH!” Ivy tossed her head back, eyes shot wide as saucers. But it wasn’t the ceiling she was seeing, but stars.
Through the force of sensation, through the blurring of her vision and the clouding of her ears, Ivy managed to parse out the teenager’s rough voice.
“Keep going,” He spoke breathlessly. “Just like that.”
Ivy felt a surge of lurid delight at the unconcealed need in his voice. So desperate, the young man sounded. Desperate for her.
“You like how it feels, boy? You like how I ride you?”
She put in another bout of rocking, enjoying the tremble dancing through her flesh. Even better was the way Tom’s cock twitched inside her, how it ran through her sex so deliciously. The teenager was left a groaning mess - yet still had the strength to keep hold of her hips. Ivy had to admire that.
Tom managed to meet her gaze, peering up at her through clouded eyes. Even through the haze of his pleasure, he still managed to see her. Only her.
“I like seeing you happy.” He said to her plainly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I want to make you feel good.”
The heat crossing her cheeks wasn’t a blush. She didn’t even have real blood in her veins anymore. It was her body’s reaction to the exertion of their coupling. That was all.
“God…” Ivy blew air through her lips, letting her ass drop against Tom’s firm thighs. Every inch of his big cock was nestled in her sex now. Her body had grown accommodated to him now - but only just barely. He still felt enormous, filling her to the point of strain. “Eighteen, huh? How’d you wind up with a cock like this anyway?”
The question came on its own, blurted out. Still, Ivy peered down at her young lover, ever curious.
The high schooler offered a shrug.
“Good genetics, maybe? My girlfriend complains she can’t take the whole thing, though.”
Something else roiled in Ivy’s gut, twisting and tightening. It was a dark pleasure. Devious satisfaction.
This stud was a taken man. This cock she was riding belonged to another woman - some teen girl, most likely an airhead cheerleader, who didn’t know how to truly appreciate it.
Ivy bit her lip, loving the feel of this hot, firm, young body beneath her. Solid, lean muscle. Living flesh. A mortal body. Made to serve her.
“Maybe it’s time to get a new girlfriend.” Ivy breathed out, low and husky.
Tom’s cock stirred, swelling just so, twitching against the tightness wrapped around it. The strain was lovely and agonizing. His fingers sank into the softness of her hips. The love in his eyes was absolute and burning hot.
Guilt was an emotion for mortal folk. Poison Ivy was Goddess of the Green. Why should a fellow like Tom be wasted on some ditzy cheerleader bimbo… when he looked so happy to serve an empress?
“Can I kiss you, Ivy?” He asked, so eager that the redhead villainess had to smile.
Ivy let out a soft, sweet hum, drawing her hands down his broad chest, over his tight abs, settling her little fingers on his lower gut. Right above where their bodies joined. She rocked atop then, drawing sounds of feeling from the both of them.
This was wrong. All wrong. A teenage boy shouldn’t have felt this good - under her hands, inside her cunt. A teenage boy shouldn’t have been so damn hung. But above all, Ivy shouldn’t have been liking it.
But then again… she was a supervillain.
“You can do… whatever you want, handsome.”
Once more, the teenager’s cock swelled inside her. Ivy moaned, lips parting as the feeling etched across her features.
Ceding so much to this boy… all on a whim… all because his cock felt so fucking good… it was bold. Dangerous. Stupid. But, God, the pure desire in his eyes. It was love and worship and carnal hunger all at once. It shook Ivy to her core… or maybe it was the ten inch rod pummeling at her innards.
Tom’s move was sudden. Lifting his torso so that he was sitting up on the cot, his strong arms snaked around Ivy’s back to hold her in his lap. His cock was still rooted inside her sex, dragging through her hot, silken folds.
A gasp tore through Ivy’s throat… only for Tom to silence her with a deep, ravenous, head-spinning kiss. Her gasp turned to moaning. She matched his hunger, his passion. She couldn’t stop.
Jason had never kissed her like this. Not even Harley offered up the same desperate craving. Their tongues danced and Ivy let the young man have the run of her mouth. He was such a good servant - it only made sense to reward him.
Eventually, being human, the teenager needed to breathe. He broke off for some precious air, panting as he peppered her jaw and throat with more frantic kisses.
Ivy wasn’t about to let him catch his breath. She took his face in both hands, making him face her. Then she bucked her hips hard, plopping her ass down in his lap, rattling that lovely cock of his, making the kid groan and shudder - and making her own cunt quiver around him.
“Two-a-day practices, huh?” Ivy noted with glee, running her hands over Tom’s very firm, very impressive shoulders. Plenty of taut muscle, all packed tight onto his lean body. It pleased her in a deep, primal way. She was looking into his eyes now, their noses brushing together as she rode him. “I bet you got good stamina.”
“Oh, yeah.” Tom nodded. The happiness at her praise was clear… and so was the eagerness to prove himself. This young man wanted so badly to cut loose.
Ivy’s heart sped up, fluttering with excitement. Her ass dropped down on his thighs again, nestling his length deep, deep inside her. She could feel his balls clench against her buttocks - she imagined all the hot cum churning within. All for her.
“How long can you last?” She nipped at the teenager’s lower lip, swiping with her tongue. “Come on, big guy. Show me.”
Comments
ryswell
Thanks! Glad you're enjoying the ride!
Dr_SCP1313
Love this!
ryswell
Thanks! Glad I've made a fan out of you!
David
Great start and very hot, i always enjoy how you write the older woman/younger man dynamic.
