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Entwined	By : harley4joker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 23714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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SIX
Suddenly the hard coldness of metal was pressing against her temple and she opened her eyes to see that Joker had retrieved his gun from the cushions and was pressing it to her head. She wheezed as he leered brightly at her and dug it in hard, finger ready on the trigger. She stared down at him with desperate eyes and he responded by reaching up with his other hand and grasping the other side of her head, holding it still as the vine pumped away. He wasn’t giving her any sort of choice. She was in this until the end and as his eyes hooked onto hers, holding her in thrall to him, her heart leapt gratefully and tears prickled her eyes. If there was no choice, there was no need for her worry anymore what she could do. They’d make her do it and she was free.
The vine suddenly retreated and Harley gagged and retched, grinding her jaw from side to side, startled by how curiously empty her mouth now felt.
Joker flashed furious eyes onto Ivy who responded only by twisting her wrist and pushing hard into Harley’s ass so Harley squealed, shocked by the forcefulness of it.
“She needs a break,” Ivy snapped, pulling back so Harley’s inner muscles burned.
Harley felt no relief at the removal of the vine. She had given over to their will fully now and whatever they wanted is whatever would happen to her. She could love that. She did love that. And as far as it had stretched her to the limit, she now felt its absence sorely. She had to go all the way for them, didn’t Ivy understand? She had to, and if they had to make her, then it was just a necessary part of it all.
Joker’s eyes glittered disdainfully at the redhead. “Pushing ain’t enough, Red,” he muttered. “You gotta know how hard to go.”
The butt of the gun was at Harley’s lips then and unthinkingly she opened her mouth and let Joker push the barrel in. That was better. Oh, that was better. A swirl of delicious sensation shivered through her body, making her pussy clench, feeling like golden heat undulating through as she was once again completely filled. She had to be this way, until Ivy was all the way inside her. After that, she didn’t care, but she wasn’t complete until that happened.
She looked down to where her Puddin’s large, strong hand was wrapped around the gun, controlling it as she sucked on the barrel, flickering her eyes onto him to let him see her gratitude and her absolute acquiescence. A thrill coursed through her as she realised she had given in, finally and completely given in, that Ivy could push inside her now and her body would offer no more resistance. It was no longer a matter of desire or what she didn’t want; she had simply surrendered to their will and their lust. That awareness was what began a mounting pleasure in her body, beginning in the pit of her loins and spreading quickly throughout like fire, igniting her.
Joker saw it and his smile was lurid; then dazzling. He reached up with his other hand, grasped her head still and skull-fucked her brutally with the gun.
It hurt, though it wasn’t as thick as the vine, but she didn’t care. She shut her eyes rapturously, jammed herself down onto his cock and Ivy’s fingers all the more and let a delirious peace steal over her.
“Well, I can tell you Pam,” Joker’s voice was hoarse as he watched himself brutalise Harley’s mouth with his weapon. “I’m sure as hell feeling this.”
Harley waited for Ivy’s retaliation, what she was sure would be the final push, the sudden curl of fingers and then the impossible girth of Ivy’s fist inside her ass. But it didn’t come. Instead they continued their unified pushing and pulling at her body which was fast soaring from simply feeling consumed and violated to delirious enjoyment of all it was enduring. She had never felt more beautiful than in that moment and she felt a transcendence overcome her, her back arching as Joker reached up to nip and lick at her breasts, as he grasped her hip and pounded her, as Ivy’s breasts brushed delightfully at her back and her fingers worked their insistent way in her ass. If she’d been pressed to choose just one pleasure and leave the rest behind, she could never have done it. They contributed to a whole and no part was complete without the others.
Joker’s hips twitched up as he watched the evidence of these emotions flit across her face and she realised he was close. When he ripped the gun from her mouth, wrapped his arms around her head and yanked her down to kiss him, she knew she was close too. The feeling of his mouth, hot and wet, enveloping her pushed her closer to the edge. She knew the moment for Ivy to complete the task had passed, but it hardly seemed to matter as Ivy straddled her, one leg tangled up between hers and Joker’s, her pussy wet against the back of Harley’s thigh, four fingers thrust deep inside her. She was panting heavily. Harley felt a twinge of yearning, even as her mouth mashed deliciously with her Puddin’s, to be able to see what Ivy saw, her smooth green hand partway in Harley’s ass, knowing that Harley had given it all to her.
Joker’s hard pelvic bone was grinding against her clit and the feelings in her ass and pussy were beginning to intensify as she was kissed and mauled and fucked. She felt so utterly complete between them like this that she could scarcely imagine the end, though it was fast coming. In that moment, they could’ve done anything to her and she would’ve welcomed it, delighted in it, begged for it even. In that moment, she knew a sense of completion and of herself as fully realised. She was perfect.
When Joker let her go, discarded the gun, and reached up and began to rub Ivy’s clit, she felt a gush of giddy rapture, craning her neck around to watch the long white fingers rub slowly up and down the swollen nub as Ivy continued to work her four fingers hard and dedicated inside her. An intense rolling wave of bliss was steadily building and she knew it was only moments away. Ivy was chewing on her lip, her eyelids fluttering open and shut, struggling to keep sight of what she was doing against the urge to just give over to pleasure. Beneath her, Joker was biting hard into one of her shoulders, thrusting as fast and hard as he could, the pain of his teeth unable to obscure the mounting pleasure that rose within her.
Feeling their excitement around her, because of her, she knew she couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Daddy – please – “ she managed in a small voice. “I – can’t – “
Orgasm crashed through her furiously, refusing to wait any longer for its realisation. As her body undulated and trembled with ecstasy, she heard herself crying out and within seconds, so was Ivy, grinding her wet pussy on Harley’s leg. Harley could feel it spasming and it was so lusciously sensual it intensified her own pleasure. But she felt stars bursting within when the Joker let out a stifled groan and gripped her so hard with his free arm she thought he’d crush her. Inside her, she could feel him pumping as he came, spilling himself deep as she contracted around him and Ivy, her head light from the intensity of the pleasure that continued to pulse through her in unrelenting waves.
He shuddered for a long time, moaning and biting at her as his orgasm rolled through him and Ivy had pressed a damp forehead against her shoulder blade as she continued to rub herself against Harley and into Joker’s hand, making blissful little noises.
The final culmination of their pleasure seemed to stretch far beyond anything Harley had experienced before, transcending mere bliss and reaching for nirvana. Feeling them come with her, knowing they were then unified in ecstasy brought her a perfect sort of joy and she was delirious as it began to slowly ebb away, barely in her body, her ears filled with the sounds of Joker and Ivy moaning, vaguely aware of them twitching against her. Limp, her body offered no resistance as Ivy removed her fingers from her ass, then slumped down on top of her.
Sandwiched between them, a feeling of utter contentment crept over her exhausted and battered body. She was incapable of thought, simply in heaven as she lay between their entangled limbs, delighting in the feel of their sweat soaking her flesh, Joker’s cock slowly going soft inside her, the muscles of her pussy still occasionally spasming. Her face was pressed into Joker’s cheek and she could feel Ivy’s nose nuzzling against her neck. She never wanted to move.
They lay there still and quiet for long, heady moments as their breathing slowly returned to normal, heart rates gently easing. Joker opened his eyes a crack and Harley felt a smile slide up the corner of his mouth.
“Well,” he said quietly, voice tinged with dark amusement. “That was special. Now move. I have to pee.”
She found herself shoved unceremoniously to the side as he rolled out from beneath her and while a part of her cried out for him and her jangled nerves sparked tears in her eyes at his callousness, another part smiled and knew all was well. He left the room, a beautiful sight in his nudity, pushing back errant locks of green hair with a lazy half-smile on his face.
Ivy spooned her, and Harley cuddled back into her body, smiling happily as her friend nuzzled her cheek.
“How you feeling, baby?” she questioned Harley tenderly.
“Mmmmmm,” was all Harley could respond with.
Ivy wrapped an arm around her and Harley lifted a hand for them to entwine fingers. She rubbed her back against Ivy’s soft breasts and hooked a leg inbetween hers, simply enjoying their closeness. Then a smile leapt up her face.
“So,” she said.
Ivy nuzzled her face into Harley’s hair. “So?”
“You gotta admit it.”
“What?” Ivy’s voice was a little sharper.
“Mistah J is one hot lay, huh?”
Ivy was silent for a moment. Then she sniffed. “Oh dear. I’m going to pee too.”
Harley made a little whine of protest, feeling instantly cold as Ivy rolled herself up onto her feet and shook out her long red hair, hips swaying as she made for the door. But she was only alone for a second; Joker came back in, lean white body a delicious sight to the exhausted blonde who giggled a little at the sight of his now-soft cock waving back and forth. He grinned at her as he settled down beside her, drawing her in close against him where she happily cuddled, breathing him in deeply with a blissful smile on her face.
“Well, that oughta keep you quiet for a few months,” He mumbled, pinching her bottom sharply.
She giggled again and bit his throat gently. “Or make me want more.”
He snorted. “It won’t be more of the same,” he informed her. “Pam’s got too many ‘don’ts’ for my taste.”
And Harley felt happy to hear it.
“She didn’t go all the way,” she whispered.
The Joker leant back a little to look down into her face, grinning with knowing slyness. “I know. But you didn’t really want her to. Not really.”
Harley was quiet for a moment. “Yeah,” she said eventually. “But you would’ve.” She turned worshipful blue eyes up at her Puddin’ whose smile spread further. “Yes I would’ve,” he agreed. Then he leant in close to her face, his breath hot on her. “And I will.”
A thrill of fear went through her, mingled with excitement and her eyes were wide on his. “Really?” she whispered.
He petted her hair. “Soon, Pooh.”
“Promise?”
He grimaced a little. “You’re a bit too keen for it now.”
She wiggled and pouted. “I’m still scared.”
His smile returned, wolfish and sharp. “You will be.”
They kissed, softly, their lips just touching, and she shut her eyes and drifted.
Then they snapped open as her body asserted normalcy.
“I gotta pee, too,” she stuck her bottom limp out plaintively and he rolled his eyes, pulled her up to her feet and shoved her towards the bathroom.
Ivy had finished and leaned on the bathroom counter to watch when Joker pushed Harley onto the seat. She wiggled about a little, uncomfortable beneath their amused stares, but nature demanded relief and after all, she was theirs.
Back in bed she felt like she was floating, delirious and delighted as she snuggled up against her Puddin’s chest, with Ivy pressed close against her back. Joker’s breathing was already beginning to deepen, his face looking soft with relaxation, and Ivy’s absent-minded stroking of her hair was becoming lighter and more irregular. Best of all, they were all too clearly no longer in the least bit interested in each other, not looking or even exchanging a word and she knew the truce would not last much longer.
But for the meantime she simply relished the feeling of being between them as they drifted off to sleep, enveloped in their bodies and never feeling so happy.
Well. Maybe just one more thing could make it that little more perfect.
She opened her eyes and blinked. “Where’s that bag of Starburst?” she questioned, breaking the quiet.
Ivy moaned and Joker grimaced.
“Where’s that vine gag, Pam?”
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