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Entwined	By : harley4joker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 23714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TWO
“Mmmm, Joker, she looks so delicious like this,” Ivy sighed, dancing her fingertips along the inside of Harley’s thigh, running them up over the ridges of vines encircling her waist then pinching a nipple.
Joker nuzzled Harley’s neck and reached a hand between her legs, softly pinching her lower lips together. “Like a fresh-plucked goose on Christmas Day,” he agreed, then sat up quite straight. “Say…”
He and Ivy locked eyes and shared a secret smile. Harley whimpered.
Then, in unison, they swivelled their heads to stare down at her, wicked smiles on their mouths. She blinked piteously at them.
“Awww,” her Puddin’ coddled.
“Sweet baby,” Ivy crooned.
And then the vines were lifting her just a little, just enough to take the pressure off her body as Joker settled behind her, grasping one hip with his hand.
“Yes, you there first and me here,” Ivy murmured, moving in close to Harley’s front. “Then we’ll swap.”
Realising suddenly what they intended, Harley snorted in and struggled a little. Joker giggled, turning her onto her side and facing away from him and she shook her head wildly as he grasped one leg and lifted it.
A moment later and she felt his cock nudging against her rear. She’d had her Puddin’ in her ass many times before, but he’d always – well, apart from that first time – warmed her up first. She blinked rapidly, then realised that Ivy, sitting in front of her and peering over her body, was softly stroking her pussy as she watched the Joker’s cock push its way into Harley’s tiny rear hole.
The ring of muscle was too tight, her body too tensed and resistant for an organ as large as the Joker’s to enter easily. She heard him chuckle behind her and knew he loved seeing it, watching as it clenched shut. She squeezed her eyes shut and sniffled. She couldn’t take this, she couldn’t. Not dry like this, god he’d hurt her…
She felt then his hand delve between her legs, rubbing surely at her pussy, collecting her slick fluids and sweeping them back across her asshole. She breathed out in relief and opened her eyes to the sight of Ivy licking her lips and rubbing her swollen clit eagerly, impatiently waiting Joker’s invasion of Harley’s body. Harley swivelled her head around and locked eyes with the Joker just as he grasped her hips in either hand and pushed hard in.
She screamed against the vines, it coming out as no more than a choked whine, and Ivy half-tittered and cosseted: “Oh sweetie, oh baby, does it hurt?”
Joker merely lowered his face to her neck and growled.
Her bottom was on fire, burning in uncomfortable pain at being forced to take the Joker’s entire girth in one merciless thrust. Her tiny asshole was stretched wide, unprepared and in a desperate reflex against the invasion, it clamped down around him, making her all the more aware of how completely he filled her. She was biting down hard on the vines gagging her, biting through the pain as she felt tears brim in her eyes and the Joker breathed against her neck: “Come on baby, you can take it, you know you can,” he moved his hips backwards and she felt his cock slide inside her, grinding against her inner walls. “You know you love Daddy’s cock. Take it for me, baby.” He pushed forward again, slow and firm, meeting the resistance of her tensed muscles. It only caused it to hurt all the more and she sniffled as he continued to baby her, Ivy watched on with glazed eyes and slack lips.
He lifted one hand from her hip up to her face, taking her gently by the chin and turning her head towards him. Through her tears she could see the eager shine in his purple eyes, the way they at once caressed and devoured her. Beneath that gaze she felt warm, suffused with love – she felt loved.
Suddenly her head was light and her being was a series of pleasant shudderings.
“Do it for Daddy, baby,” he whispered again and then kissed her, his mouth hot on hers, sucking her lips gently between his own and she moaned again, this time in bliss.
She gave in, her coiled muscles loosening in one unrolling wave of relaxation and he moved with it, pushing himself entirely inside of her and leaning back to shut his eyes in a moment of still enjoyment.
“There,” he said softly then opened his eyes and grinned directly at Ivy. “I love that part,” he confided with low amusement.
“I can’t wait,” Ivy murmured in response, inclining her head so that soft locks of red hair tumbled over her shoulder, her red lips parted and wet. “But I’m feeling all lonely over here…” her eyes roved up Harley’s body and Harley felt something lurch in the pit of her stomach.
In response to Ivy’s assessing stare, Joker lifted Harley’s top leg backwards and over his hip, leaving her pussy utterly exposed. Warm air touched the dampness of her folds and Ivy purred at the sight, moving close to Harley’s side, who watched her with wide and nervous eyes.
Joker was propped up on the elbow of one arm, his hand stroking Harley’s head, the other arm keeping her leg pulled tightly back, watching the proceedings with keen interest. He rocked just a little inside her, just enough to stimulate them both, to keep Harley utterly aware of him as Ivy locked her eyes on Harley’s and lifted a hand deliberately to her lips, her pink tongue darting out to lap at her fingertips.
Harley watched, the ropey vines gagging her firmly, her arms pinned to her side and her body opened and violated, wondering what was to come next.
Ivy dropped a hand between Harley’s thighs, playing lightly with her pussy, stroking and tickling the wet folds, softly tracing a fingernail down her swollen clit. All the while Ivy gazed down at what she was doing with a thoughtful, almost indifferent expression on her face.
Then she raised her eyes to Harley’s and smiled wickedly.
Ivy dipped two fingers into Harley straight away, the deliciously slick orifice welcoming the invasion easily.
But with her ass already stretched so wide with the Joker’s cock, even those two slender fingers seemed to have little room to fit.
Ivy was not deterred. Languidly, she pushed and thrust her fingers deep into her friend, the digits running against Harley’s inner walls. It felt at once lovely and precarious and Harley held her breath and waited as Ivy seemed to grow satisfied with her progress and suddenly slid a third finger in.
Full awareness hit Harley like a smack and she writhed in resistance as Ivy’s three fingers stretched her wide.
“Shh, shh,” Joker held her firm, kept her legs wide as Ivy laughed and continued, not pausing in the slightest.
Once more Harley was shaking her head in a series of silent “no’s”, convinced that what they intended was sheer insanity that would break her body in two. She couldn’t, she really couldn’t. Not like that. Not both of them at once, side by side.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Ivy pouted a little. “Don’t you want to do it for momma? Doesn’t this pretty little flower want to spread wide open?”
Harley shook her head again frantically but neither of them paid any attention to her. Joker thrust a little harder in his excitement at watching Ivy manipulate her body and Harley lurched at the intensity of it.
“Such a little thing,” Ivy purred, her wrist circling rhythmically as she worked her hand, pushing four fingers inside her now, and Harley was convinced she was at her limit. “I wonder if I can take her all the way…”
Joker chuckled nastily behind Harley, the fingertips of his supporting arm curling into her pig-tailed hair.
“Well Pam – if I can do it, so can you.”
Ivy’s eyes widened just a little in surprise and she flickered her gaze up to first Joker’s face, then to the huge hand gripping Harley’s hip, before pursing her lips and lifting one eyebrow.
Harley wanted to cry out: but I don’t usually have a huge cock up my ass at the same time! But somehow she didn’t think that would matter, even if she had been able to speak. Ivy considered herself officially challenged and pushed harder, more forcefully.
Harley felt her muscles begin to stretch and give around Ivy’s insistent hand and despite herself she began to wonder if she really could take them both at once like this. It seemed beyond her body’s limits to stretch so far but she didn’t really know, did she…
Ivy’s thumb crept up, began to tease at Harley’s hole, sneaking in beside its sisters. Joker had resumed his thrusting and he and Ivy were working in a syncopated rhythm, leaving Harley feeling pushed and pulled and stretched. Each time she thought they’d reached her final capacity, when she felt her body begin to tighten and resist, lips played soft or cruel across her nipples, a hand found its way to her clit, hot kisses and sharp teeth teased her neck and throughout they kept up their insistent, unrelenting beat until before she was even aware of it she was at the next impossible level, Ivy’s hand now fully halfway inside her.
“Y’know Pam,” Joker whispered, squeezing one of Harley’s nipples. “I dig your style. I always kinda figured you’d favour egalitarian entanglements but this – “ he half-chuckled and shook his head, “ – oooh, this is nice.”
Ivy looked up at Joker from below lowered lashes, something vaguely respectful in her eyes.
“And who’d ever think a man – “ the emphasis on that word disdainful, “ – would ever bother using other appendages when he has his cock?”
Through the intense cacophony of sensations flooding her body, from mild discomfort to twinging pain to sheer sensual pleasure, Harley became aware that she’d finally brought them together. As grudging and measly as their confessions of respect had been, the words had indeed been spoken and her heart lifted as she slowly, dazedly realised it was all because of her.
She wished she could see her body, see her opened up so fully by the both of them, her mind filled with images of how it might look. She found herself excited by them, titillated by the thought of her absolute violation in this way, between these two most beloved people. Yes, they could do anything and not just because they were capable – but because she could let them.
She heard herself moan with renewed arousal and in response, Ivy and Joker both picked up their paces. The constant massaging of her pussy and ass in syncopation was a giddying level of intensity, her entire lower body alive and gnawing with sensation. In contrast her sensitised breasts were raw, prickling and tender at the slightest touch. Her arms were tingling from the tightness of the vines and its unpleasantness seemed only to enhance her other pleasures until the discomfort seemed necessary, a vital element of the incredible experience she was going through.
She was so helpless.
She imagined their appendages, side by side, only a thin wall separating them, Joker’s cock and Ivy’s fist completely inside her and she began to pant, delirious at the thought. The thought that was so quickly becoming reality.
Here, between them, she was the centre of everything, her dazed mind told her, her eyes rolling from one to the other. The Joker grinning down into her face, his eyes quiet and glittering and Ivy smiling, lashes lowered almost lazily, both of them demanding her body in unison, determined to have their way heedless of the consequences.
They were consuming her.
She felt something else inside her give, the last barrier of resistance collapse and she relaxed so entirely, the vines slackened around her.
In one smooth movement, Ivy’s hand slid into her pussy, right up to the wrist and Harley knew absolute fulfilment.
She couldn’t make a sound to herald the moment. Joker’s cock was hard and smooth inside her, Ivy’s fist was firm and nobbled; both of them felt overwhelmingly large in her surely-too-small body and yet she accommodated them and relished the sensation of being so engulfed.
A strange and distant humming began far in Harley’s ears and she began to soar, her head swooning, delirious and lost in bliss, tumbling far, far into that sacred space that seemed so otherworldly and yet felt so much like home.
She felt tears slipping down her cheeks, her emotion too great to suppress even as the rest of her grew numb. She was nothing now but two holes, filled completely and beautifully, providing them with bliss as they continued to work her body, grunting and moaning.
Any other touch seemed distant and ethereal, as though it filtered through some strange barrier.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Vaguely, she became aware the Joker had lowered his face to hers and was slowly, tenderly lapping away her tears.
Oh yes, her Puddin’, she loved him so, she was his, all his, and her head rolled back to let her gaze up at him, the wonderful whites and greens and reds of him seeming overbright; like looking into the face of the sun. She stared at his face, feeling a peaceful stillness as all she knew and needed seemed to be manifest in him. She could feel her eyes glaze with surrender, as complete as the love she gave him and knew there was nothing of herself she wouldn’t give him.
He saw it in her eyes and relished it a moment before speaking: “Hey Pam, look at this.”
A shuffling, a tug at her pussy as Ivy adjusted her position so that she could see without pulling out and then Ivy’s face was beside Joker’s, the lovely creamy green skin and red hair provided the most stunning contrast to the Joker’s colouring.
Harley’s eyes flickered, her heart and body still soaring somewhere above bliss, and included Ivy in her gaze of adoration, knowing her submission was shining brightly in her eyes and that nothing could conceal it, even if she wanted to.
“Oh, that’s pretty,” Ivy breathed, seeing it too.
Harley was cognizant enough to bask in their twisted admiration, a sense of delirium speckling its way through her body. Pins and needles had set forth in her arms and she was breathing shallowly against the restriction of the vines but her spirit was too ecstatic for her body to seem to matter.
Joker’s fingers crept up over the vines gagging her, then grasped them, tugging them away from her mouth. Reflexively she drew in a deep, gasping breath and felt her head grow lighter.
He ran his fingertips over her swollen-feeling lips as she swallowed and licked, suddenly aware of how dry her mouth had become. A thoughtful little smile quirked his mouth and then he lowered his head to hers, kissing her passionately.
She was still too delirious to do much of anything than let her lips part and his tongue enter, revelling in the sensation of his own hot mouth working hers. She responded a little, the pleasant sensation of the kiss suddenly heightened by a hand – she wasn’t sure whose – softly touching her tender nipples.
A moment later and Ivy’s head was down beside Joker’s and his was moving to the side and in a rush of euphoria she realised they were both kissing her now, and each other. Somehowstyle="mso-spacerun: yes"> the world seemed to close into nothing but a hot, heady space in which their three mouths opened and played against each other, three tongues entwining and lapping, the sound of their heated breathing echoing off flesh. Kisses, alternating between rough and gentle; vicious nips and soft lickings, quick, eager little patterings and deeper, more languid caressings. Harley lost track of who was doing what, but it didn’t matter at all; she shut her eyes and opened her mouth and licked and nipped as much as they did, sometimes letting her eyes open a crack to see their tongues dart quickly against each others, their lips close together and it at once delighted and unsettled her.
Amidst all the delightful, intoxicating kissing, the Joker resumed his steady, firm thrusting and Harley gasped into their mouths, her breath swallowed up by them. Her ass was quite dry and although the muscles had by then stretched to accommodate him, the demand on her body was still intense, especially with Ivy’s fist still buried deep within her pussy. But the Joker pushed on, again dropping a hand to Harley’s hip and holding it firmly as leverage against his thrusts. Harley returned to her body enough to experience the unique sensation of his thick, long length sliding in and out of her, painful and yet not unpleasant. She felt a flickering in her clit, and both orifices clenched down hard on their violators.
In response, Ivy began to pump her fist, finally breaking the kiss to sit back and watch Harley gasp and buck upwards.
Joker chuckled low and worked himself harder, causing Harley to yelp and this spurred Ivy on who began to thrust more forcefully. Harley’s juices were still flowing, which aided the cause greatly, but her small body still felt stretched beyond belief and there was nothing but the acquiescence of her muscles to permit the Joker smooth passage. Once again they worked in a syncopated rhythm she realised was entirely calculated, designed to demand as much from her body as was possible, to intensify the sensations she was experiencing – a wonderful, fierce tremor running up through her loins and into her belly, all the sensitive nerve endings of both orifices stimulated and causing insistent spasms. Her clit pricked and tingled with a yearning to be touched but even though she was now ungagged, she found she couldn’t speak a word, could only make the most needy of whines and moans as they fucked her in unison.
What would happen to her body after this? Could it recover? Were they stretching her – opening her up – beyond sense? The incredible feeling of being stretched so wide was maddening; even through the pleasure she had a niggling fear she was only one or two strokes from injury. And she couldn’t do anything about it – not even if she wanted to. She was helpless. Completely helpless.
She lay between them, partly held up by the vines that restrained her, as they used her body, both leaning in close and staring delightedly, lustfully, hungrily into her face. From time to time they dropped their gazes to her nether regions, purring or growling a little at the sight before exchanging glances dark with their shared delectation.
Whilst her soul continued to soar in that quiet, beautiful place of absolute acceptance, her body was now consumed only with the sensation of their fucking her. It overcame everything else, all awareness she had of her surroundings, of the vines wrapped around her, of her numb arms and sore ribs. She jerked and shuddered beneath their combined force, and her whole world became that feeling and she felt herself become suffused with a sense of immense gratitude and love, blinking wet eyes at them. Then Joker lifted his hand from her hip to lick his fingers before dropping it down over her side and reaching for her swollen clit.
The touch was like an electric shock and she jumped as violently as if it had been. The little nub trembled with relief as he slowly, torturously rubbed it first upwards and then down, a languid rhythm in sharp contrast to his and Ivy’s brisk, forceful pace.
Almost immediately she felt ecstasy rise within her in cresting waves, rapidly building to the point of eruption and she found she could do nothing more than hold her breath as they fucked her with more ruthless force, each fixing their bright eyes – his purple and hers green – on her face, owning and consuming her absolutely.
As her orgasm swept over her in staggering tides, she could swear her heart stopped. For several seconds she was transfixed in a state of such perfect bliss she was unable even to make a sound, simply letting her head tip back and her mouth open. Euphoria surged through her body in what felt like endless undulations and she felt both her ass and her pussy contract convulsively around her two dearest.
“Mmmm,” Ivy breathed, stopping her thrusting. “Feel that.”
“Good girl,” the Joker whispered close to her ear, also at a halt, though his fingers played her still.
It seemed like it would never end; yet when it did it was all too soon. Finally she could make a sound, a low moan of loss as the pleasure retreated, leaving her twitching and weak.
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