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Entwined	By : harley4joker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 23714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THREE
Soft laughter rose up all around her as she sagged, completely limp, against the cushions. Her head felt light and her body continued to spasm, feeling slowly beginning to rush back into it as she recovered.
Ivy shifted then slowly drew back her arm, removing her hand from within Harley’s body. Harley’s eyes bulged and she whimpered at the feeling, the tugging sensation as though she was being pulled inside out.
Then Ivy pulled all the way out, leaving the sensitive entrance of Harley’s pussy tingling and Harley jerked, shocked by the abruptness. Ivy flexed her hand, opening and shutting it and smiling down at the girl as Joker grasped her hips and slowly eased out of her. The pulling of his cock in her ass made her gulp and tremble, squeeze her eyes shut against the aching friction and then he was gone as well and she was left empty.
It was a strange sensation. She couldn’t say she’d exactly gotten used to the feeling of them both being inside her, but now she was so utterly empty it did feel a little odd. Lonely, even. She heard herself moan into the pillows as Joker’s push against her left her turned half-way onto her stomach, pouring over the sensation of her stretched orifices slowly shrinking, the muscles un-stretching back to their usual state. The whole of her lower half was awash with a series of pricklings and both her pussy and ass felt tender and raw.
It was with an enormous sense of relief she felt the vines around her relax enough for feeling to flood back into her arms. Still too spent to move, she barely noticed when Joker grasped Ivy’s arm, the arm that had been inside Harley, and began sucking on Ivy’s fingers.
“Time to swap?” Ivy asked him a sultry voice, watching him with a sort of lazy sensuality smeared over her face.
Joker grinned and bit one of Ivy’s fingers gently.
Harley blinked, still not fully comprehending what was going on as Joker clambered over her prostate form and Ivy scurried around to his former position.
Then their hands were on her again, Joker pinching and rubbing her sensitive nipples ruthlessly, causing shockwaves of intense feeling to rocket down her body, Ivy pushing her top leg forward to trace delicate fingertips along the crevice of her bottom, sending little shivers of tenderness in all directions. Harley whimpered and wiggled a little, unable to endure the surprising ferociousness of the sensations their touch illicited. Her whole body felt battered, sensitive and as though it would bruise at the slightest touch. As Joker’s hand traced its way down her stomach, causing her to compulsively shiver, Ivy reached over her body and took Joker’s cock in her hands once more. He was still erect and happily pumped into Ivy’s hand, grinning all the while.
“Hmm,” Ivy mused. Ivy’s hand was not especially petite, but the Joker’s huge organ was almost equal to it in thickness. “This shouldn’t be too hard. Thanks.”
“I just hope you haven’t left things like a wind tunnel, Pam,” The Joker leered and full realisation finally hit Harley in one rude burst.
“No,” she found her voice, though she barely recognised it the way it croaked out. Then louder: “No, no! No!”
“Here we go again,” Joker sighed with a mock-eye roll as Harley once again began to struggle against the vines, they tightening in response. Panicked, she continued to desperately thrash, knowing her body would not – could not – endure what they were about to do to her. Not right then. Not so soon after the first time.
“Please,” she begged when they ignored her, Joker bringing his cock up in line with her still soaking wet pussy. When it brushed against her, the sensitised nerve endings screamed, protesting another invasion. As Ivy lowered her fingertips to gently circle her asshole, she felt herself clench violently shut and continued to struggle, burning for them to understand. “I can’t, I can’t take it again, please, please, God, don’t.”
“But baby, it wouldn’t be fair on Pammy, would it?” Joker phonily implored her and she shook her head fiercely, gazing desperately at him.
“I can’t!” She whimpered, “I just can’t, no, no, no!” Her body was convulsed with tension at the prospect of what was to come. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to – she just knew it would be her breaking point.
“Course you can, baby,” Ivy dropped a soft kiss on Harley’s shoulder – a kiss that felt like a burn – and probed her asshole with just one finger.
Harley let out a strangled scream and her whole body shuddered with resistance.
“And you want to,” Joker goaded her, grasping her face with one big hand. He began to nudge his cock against her and grinned meanly down into her face. Behind her, Ivy continued to lightly tap her asshole, also smiling in a wicked way at the panicked girl who shuddered and gulped against her terror, violent trembling coursing through her form.
“No, please!” Her voice pitched high and cracked and Joker suddenly frowned, holding her head still and glaring down into her terrified eyes.
“Oh God, how boring,” he snapped after a moment. “She really means it.”
“Oh Harley,” Ivy said in a voice dark with disappointment and Harley felt a wave of shame drown out her emotions of fear and panic. They were both looking down at her, Joker with a disappointed frown on his face and Ivy with a discontented pout.
She sniffled and bowed her head. Their combined disappointment was more awful than their wilful cruelty. She found herself burning with the desire to give more, even knowing she simply couldn’t. They continued to stare at her with accusatory gazes and Harley felt her eyes prickle with hot, shamed tears.
Joker sat up straight and stretched his arms up over his head before dropping a hand to pet her hair.
“Poor little Pooh,” he cosseted. “Daddy and Momma have taken plenty out of you, haven’t they?”
Snivelling she nodded, her hot eyes imploring him to understand.
Joker scratched his chest lazily with one hand. “I think the baby just needs a little time out, Pam.”
“Poor baby,” Ivy cooed, finally moving her hand away from Harley’s bottom, and stroking her cheek tenderly. “Is that what you need?”
Her lower lip protruding, eyes glassy, Harley nodded limply.
“I’m sure the baby really wants to make us happy,” Joker continued. “And if she has a little rest she’ll do even better next go-round. Right Harl?” He cocked his head at her and Harley managed to find the strength to nod more vigorously, desperate to please.
“A pity,” Ivy sighed. “I’m not tired at all.”
“Me either,” Joker agreed and then they glanced each other.
The look was sharp and assessing, Ivy’s eyes narrowed and one of the Joker’s eyebrows raised high. They sized each other up like tigers preparing for a brawl and Harley found herself watching in fascination.
Then a moment later they were all over each other. It happened so quickly Harley found her head reeling; one moment they were sitting on either side of her and the next they were on top of each other, ferociously kissing at each other’s mouths – it was the only way to describe it. They weren’t really kissing each other at all – but attacking. It was far more fierce than when either of them kissed her – assaults to which she always gleefully submitted, a response that only sharpened their desire – and yet neither of them relented in the slightest. From the grunts and growls they were both making, it even seemed they were both enjoying it.
As though they were delighted to be with someone who could match them.
Harley watched mutely as Joker lifted Ivy’s hips then impaled her onto his cock, she now straddling his lap. Ivy offered no resistance and Harley knew her friend must be very wet. The thought made her clit tingle momentarily and then she was watching, wide-eyed, as they fucked each other violently. With every thrust, Joker rose up onto his haunches, one hand gripping Ivy’s buttocks and the other entwined in her long red curls. For her part, she pushed off the mattress on the balls of her feet and slammed down to meet each thrust, her nails clawing long streaks of red along Joker’s back. They continued to maul each other’s mouth, the occasional snapping of teeth visible. They made near constant noise, hungry grunts and moans that filled the cushioned room with an obscene melody.
Suddenly, Joker upended Ivy, sending her sprawling to the mattress with him on top where he pinned her down and fucked her in hard, relentless strokes. She roared, her ankles hooked about his waist and pushed up at his shoulders, and twisted her head to the side, clenching her teeth shut. Harley blinked as she watched her friend wage an internal battle against surrendering to lust or fighting back. She knew what she would do if she were in Ivy’s place – but she also knew Ivy would be hating it, not wanting to appear weak.
Sure enough, a moment later, Ivy jammed her hips up, throwing Joker’s pace off long enough so that she could roll over with him; then she was on top, sitting up straight and riding him at a still-rough, but more sedate pace. Joker chuckled and gripped her by either hip, seeming content to go along with the new arrangement, watching with an exaggerated up-down motion of his head as Ivy’s generous breasts bounced above him.
Ivy threw her head back, her beautiful hair fanning out around her and Harley felt something clench at her heart as she watched the bodies of her boyfriend and her best friend continue to grind against each other. In her eyes they were both beautiful perfection, exquisite and other-worldly – seeming above all base human matter. In her gaze, they were flawless, two god-like beings who deigned to let her love them, who graciously permitted her to walk in their shadow and the love she felt then utterly overwhelmed her, sitting on her chest like a vast and invisible weight, crushing her steadily.
Seeing them both together like that – how they simply went for each other, free of restraint, neither of them giving in but fighting – fighting as they fucked, both of them rising to meet the other, relishing the battle and seeming rapturous as they each met the challenge – left Harley with a cold, creeping feeling of uncertainty. Their perfect bodies seemed to fit precisely, Ivy’s generously curved figure and warm green skin melting into Joker’s hard, lean whiteness. A gnawing pain gripped her chest as she watched them smile at each other, even though the smiles were nasty and devoid of friendliness.
In that moment, they just seemed so perfect for each other – completely oblivious to her. Once again reminding her that next to them she was nothing, just an insignificant little speck, adoring them and longing for their approval.
She wanted to turn away, to shut her eyes, to block out the sounds of their moans as they rutted, but some twisted sense of masochism compelled her to keep watching.
Ivy continued to undulate her hips on Joker’s pelvis, lifting her arms to twine her hands in her hair as Joker cupped her breasts and then ran his hands down her side, grasping her hips and lifting her up and down a bit fiercer. “I hope you’re not under the impression I’m riding you to get off,” she purred down to the Clown. “I’m just amusing myself.”
Then Joker was grinning, gripping her hips hard. “Then shall we commence with the amuse-bouche?”
Ivy ceased her grinding and scowled down at the Joker, her pink lips pouting. “What are you implying?” she snapped and then Joker took the opportunity to sit up and roll, taking her with him so that she landed with a thud on the cushions.
“Just that it’s time we got started, honey” he purred, sliding down her body, fixing her with a lascivious grin.
Ivy huffed in frustrated outrage, then grasped him by the hair and pushed his face down between her legs. Harley saw her Puddin’s shoulders shaking with mirth and heard herself whine a little. He was having fun with Ivy – without her. It didn’t make any sense – she was the common bond that linked them together – why was she all of a sudden kicked off to the side?
Joker didn’t recoil in the slightest at having his face mashed directly into Ivy’s pussy; instead he actually rubbed it in more and Harley pouted to see his enthusiasm. Ivy maintained her grip on his hair, her fingers clawed into the vivid green strands, a hard look of disdain on her beautiful face. But the Joker did not obey, simply continued to nuzzle her softly, his expression concealed from Harley by one of Ivy’s thighs. When there was no resistance, Ivy slowly loosened her grip on his hair until her hand was merely resting on his head. It was at that point that Joker stopped nuzzling and began to lick.
Harley couldn’t see what he was doing, but she could imagine. He wouldn’t hit the clit straight away, she didn’t think. He liked to tease, to build her to the point where she was begging and pleading, to where she was so desperate for release, he only had to flicker his tongue a couple of times and she would come.
Ivy was propped up on one elbow, keeping her face a mask of indifference. As Joker continued his ministrations a sly smile began to curve upon her lips and she once again tightened her grip on his hair.
Immediately, he went back to nuzzling her, pressing his face into her thighs and laying soft kisses against them. Harley, laying there and watching them, wondered if he would bite. If he did, Red might kick him away and she thought her Puddin’ probably realised that.
Ivy’s grip loosened once more and Joker did something that resulted in a surprise gasp from Ivy. Harley wiggled against the vines entangling her, craning her head to try and see better. All of a sudden, as if they could sense her desire, the veins shifted around her and suddenly lifted, suspending her some inches higher in the air. Now she had a clear view of Ivy’s torso and groin, the Joker’s head buried between her thighs from the nose down, his long pink tongue performing delicate, careful strokes up and down her slit.
When Ivy gasped, she gripped him hard again and once more he stopped. This time, Ivy lost her temper:
“You disgusting son of a bitch, do the job properly!”
And Harley again saw that her Puddin’ was shaking with laughter. Ivy saw it too and let go of his head in disgust, leaning back on both forearms and grinding her hips upwards, once again smothering Joker with her pussy.
Joker made a small noise of appreciation and took both her hips in his hands, then began the task in earnest. If circumstances had been different, Harley might almost have been amused – it was clear they both thought the other was giving in through this act, that somehow they’d asserted themselves as top dog – she might have even thought them both very silly had they been two other people. As it was she couldn’t help but watch in fascination as Joker’s head and neck moved rhythmically between Ivy’s thighs, alternately sucking and licking and kissing, and Ivy gripped the cushions in her hands although her expression remained neutral.
Not for long. Harley knew her Puddin’ was too talented for Ivy to hold out; not Ivy who so adored the pleasures of the flesh. As Harley watched, Ivy’s grip on the cushions tightened. Then so did her jaw as she ground her teeth. Then she squeezed her eyes shut and inhaled sharply in through her nose. Finally her head tipped back, revealing a beautiful stretch of pale-green throat leading directly down into the curve of her breasts.
Harley continued to ache, feeling a wounded sense of neglect and yet as she watched the performance, watched as her Puddin’ showed off, the sight brought to mind the feelings he aroused when he did the same to her and a tingling began between her thighs, a bitter contrast to the jealousy and yearning she felt.
She pressed her thighs together, increasing the pleasurable sensation, and felt herself begin to grow wet once more.
Ivy was now biting down on her lip, staring at the Joker in fury, caught between giving into the ecstasy she loved or kicking away her hated enemy. She shut her eyes hard again, still breathing in deep through her nose, and as though he sensed it, his own eyes opened, glittering with wicked delight as they beheld her conflict.
Then all of a sudden, he snapped his gaze up to Harley’s face, purple eyes holding hers in thrall. She watched as his brow creased downwards in sinister amusement, knew he was smiling and she watched as he moved out a little and flicked his long tongue again and again against Ivy’s clit, the corners of his mouth turned upwards and his eyes never moving from Harley’s. She felt herself surge with desire even as silent tears coursed down her cheeks, knowing all too vividly the pleasure Ivy would be experiencing, knowing he knew as well and liked her watching. He winked at her and her heart pounded.

Ivy seemed to have reached a point of control, though it was costing her. She once more knotted a hand in Joker’s hair and glared down at him, looking wild-eyed and beautiful. He turned his gaze up to her again and saw the resolve there. Undeterred, his eyes twinkled anew and in a swift movement he let go of her hip and brought his hand up between her legs, and Harley knew he was pushing a finger inside, not too hard or deep, but just pressing against the all-too sensitive ring of nerves that clustered at the entrance to her body.
Then Ivy’s back was arching, one hand lifting from the cushions to cup her own breast, squeezing the nipple as she tipped her head back and opened her mouth to moan in a throaty voice. Her hips bucked up and then she was falling back into the cushions, writhing about as she disregarded their private war to bask fully in her orgasm.
Her moan died into a furious hiss as she calmed, hands lifting to stroke her body softly, tongue darting out to lick her lips. She’d barely stilled when Joker snuffled laughter and resumed his attentions, now doing nothing more than pressing his lips softly and repeatedly against her clit in teasing little kisses. Harley squirmed, knowing all too well what they felt like and watched as Ivy sucked in breath then bit down hard on her lower lip. It was difficult to tell if she still wanted to resist, or if carnal bliss was enough for her to forget the bickering and focus on her own selfish desires.
As Ivy thrust her hips up yet again and cried out, Harley supposed she was no longer bothering to hold back. She at once envied Ivy her pleasure and envied Joker’s triumph – for all they hated each other, they seemed to get along just fine in bed. She found herself wishing she could get the same full-blown reaction from her friend.
Joker was clearly going for a hat-trick because as Ivy’s moans and gyrations began to cease he once again changed technique, now shutting his mouth fully around her clit and sucking so softly Harley knew the sensation would register like a ghost touch. Ivy had given herself over to indulgence fully now and it wasn’t long before she came again, pinching both nipples gently and smiling wantonly into the cushions, her entire body shuddering.
Watching the lovely sight, Harley was suffused with longing; wishing she were in Ivy’s place, wishing she were in Joker’s – but after that, how could she measure up in either?
Most of all, wishing they would forget each other and turn back to her.
Joker pushed himself up, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand and grinning, flickering his gaze over to Harley again before cocking his head and staring at Ivy, who recovered herself fully and opened her eyes, smiling at him darkly.
“You should give your girlfriend a few lessons,” and Harley felt a stab of pain. Joker grinned and leaned forward and they kissed, a lingering little affair which made Harley want to throw herself at them.
“No more?” Ivy challenged him and he shrugged.
“I wouldn’t want to spoil you, Pammy. Let’s face it, this is a one-off kinda deal. Anyway,” he sat back fully to reveal his still-erect cock which was looking more than a little strained. “I was getting a little stiff. Heh.”
Ivy leant back on her forearms, drawing her knees up and pressing them coyly together. “I suppose you want me to relieve the tension for you?” she enquired dryly, the glint in her eyes already smug – Harley knew she would never, ever go down on her Puddin’. She wouldn’t even go down on Harley.
Joker’s face assumed an exaggerated wounded grimace and he pressed a hand on his chest.
“Oh Pammy, I wouldn’t ask you to. How could I enjoy it if you don’t?”
There was a moment of stillness between them, during which Ivy blinked and an expression of indignation crept over her face as she realised he’d one-upped her – and considered her acquiescence to pleasure his triumph rather than hers. Then her pout slid into a calculating grin and she turned onto her knees and slunk towards Joker over the cushions.
“Well then, Joker darling, how about something we can both enjoy?” She purred, her eyes lidded and Joker cocked his head curiously at her, still smiling. Harley sniffled and continued to watch, curious to know what it was Ivy would possibly consent to.
Joker was sitting up on his haunches, legs splayed and Ivy sidled in between them, gazing up at him with a look of muted lust. He wasn’t deceived by it, but he clearly wanted to find out where things were going and allowed her to run her hands down his chest, over his stomach and the length of his cock, dropping one hand to cradle his balls. Harley blinked when she saw her Puddin’s cock twitch and began to feel deeply discontent with the situation.
Still gazing up invitingly into Joker’s face, Ivy lifted one hand to her mouth and slowly sucked on a finger. The Joker chuckled a little, then made a small growling noise as her other hand gripped his cock and began to pump it. He lifted his ass from his heels a little to thrust forward into her grip and when he did, her other arm suddenly snaked around his waist, the spit-wet finger delving between his buttocks.
Harley swallowed hard.
Quick as a flash, Joker had Ivy pinned to the cushions, snarling furiously into her face as she laughed.
“What’s the matter, Joker?” She taunted. “I didn’t think you had any limits!”
“Very cute, Venus,” Joker growled and though Ivy was fearless and laughing, she could not over power him. “Now, open that fly trap of yours,”
His hand was knotting in Ivy’s beautiful mane then and his body was shifting quickly upwards, and Harley knew what he intended to do and knew things were about to get very ugly.
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