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Dark Harvest

Chapter 6: Fighting the Odds

Written and Edited by R.S.

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She was strikingly beautiful.

The woman’s skin was the color of lush summer grass but it only enhanced her exotic looks. It somehow suited her. If she hadn’t so harshly attacked him, he would’ve thought she resembled a human sized fairy or wood nymph from some fantasy novel.

What Superman had thought at first was cascading, dark green hair was in fact very fine tendrils growing from her scalp. It bestowed the appearance of flowing, luxurious hair but was similar to grass though much finer and silky smooth in appearance. Her dazzling eyes were inhumanly and impossibly green- so much so that they practically glowed with their own inner light. Something about them reminded him of Poison Ivy.

As he lifted up from the crater into the sky across from her, he quickly noticed something that caused his cheeks to redden and the tortuous tingling sensation in his groin to increase. She was completely naked- or she might as well have been. There were only a couple of small ornate leaves covering her nipples and a few more folded neatly over her pussy.

He couldn’t help but take in her nice full breasts and sultry curves. She possessed a powerful looking, athletic body that showed off impressive muscle tone while still looking very feminine. She wasn’t at all bulky, like a female bodybuilder, but closer to Wonder Woman’s physique-all sleek curves and strong lines. The woman was also taller than he had thought at first, her height easily approaching six feet.

“Do you like to look at my body?“ she asked, her lips quirking with a sly grin.

Her voice was rich and suggestive and only further threw fuel on Superman’s rapidly growing lust. He flushed again at having been caught admiring her spectacular female form but quickly regained his composure.

“Who are you?” he asked firmly. “Why did you attack me?”

She ignored his questions, her attitude turning dismissive.

“You’ll be coming with me now, Superman” she said, more as an order than a request.

“I don’t know who you are but I’m not going anywhere with you,” he answered flatly.

Her grin widened a bit and her eyes narrowed.

“You wish to do this here then?” she asked almost happily.

She casually floated over to him. He raised his arms in defense but she simply reached out and gently pressed her hand against his cheek. Her light green skin felt warm and soft to the touch. He gazed confusedly into those bright, mesmerizing emerald eyes and felt his inhibitions begin to drop.

“I had hoped to get the chance to experience this myself,” she said softly, her long delicate fingers sliding down to cup his chin. “You are wise not to resist.”

Before he could react she had planted her soft lips against his, kissing him fervently. He began to voice his protest but could only manage a short gasp as her hand snaked down to his crotch to massage his cock through the thin fabric of the costume.

His manhood had begun tingling sharply again and, as a result of Ivy’s special plant extract, he probably let her linger a second or two longer than he normally would have. Eventually he forced his body to obey his mind and grabbed her by the shoulders, gently pushing her back.

“What are you doing?” he asked still shocked.

“Mistress Ivy has ordered me to harvest more of your seed. It is imperative that I get it for her,” she stated matter-of-factly.

Mistress Ivy? So she was connected with Poison Ivy. Probably just another one of her plant hybrid creations, though he had not known she could create ones this powerful. He had seen some of her hybrids before, everything from plant tigers and bears to even human looking ones. And they all shared a common and absolute unwavering loyalty to Ivy.

But even besides the considerable strength and power she had displayed, this one seemed far different. There was an air of curiosity and an even greater degree of high level thought and intelligence about her. He decided to try a different tactic other than using fists. Maybe she could be reasoned with and he could put a quick end to this whole mess.

“What is your name?” he asked, keeping his tone neutral.

Her head quirked slightly to one side and her brow furrowed a bit as she considered his question. The motion almost looked cute.

“I do not have a name,” she stated finally, before adding. “and I do not require one. I follow Mistress Ivy‘s commands and see to her needs before all else.”

“But you can think and act on your own, right?”

“Yes,” she answered simply.

“Look, I really don’t want to fight you. Maybe you could help me with something.”

“Help you with what?” she asked curiously.

“I need you to tell me exactly where Poison Ivy is.”

She paused for a moment. “The mistress is…in a safe place,” she answered slowly. “I will accompany you to her after we are done here.”

“You have to tell me where she is and then stay here while I talk to her,” Superman said firmly. “If you don’t then a lot of innocent people could get hurt.”

The woman bristled a bit, obviously not liking his suggestion at all.

“I am to accompany you back before you can see her and I will not allow you to go anywhere without getting your seed first. That was her command.”

“Look, I’m not going to allow you to do that so just tell me where Ivy is hiding,” he said, losing patience.

Her eyes narrowed, full of suspicion, and her mood seemed to darken. He could practically see the wheels turning in her pretty head. This wasn’t going at all like he had hoped.

“You wish to bring harm to Mistress Ivy, don’t you?” she asked accusingly. “I won’t let you do that!”

There was a rush of air in front of him as her fist suddenly crashed into his jaw and sent him hurtling backward in the air. He was stunned for a moment but quickly regained his bearings. She was amazingly fast to cross the distance between them without him even noticing and impressively strong to boot.

She rushed toward him again, letting out a yell of fury, but he was ready this time. He zipped to the side at the last second, avoiding her fist, then countered with an open palm strike to her chest that sent her whipping back. Right before he connected he realized his mistake.

The woman was obviously built for strength and power but he hadn’t counted on her to be so agile and flexible as well. She had already started dodging backward as he struck her, negating the brunt of his attack and using the added momentum to her advantage. Her back arched like a gymnast’s as she gracefully flew into a back flip, causing one of her straightened legs to sweep upward and catch the bottom of his chin with her foot.

Superman’s head snapped back as she “landed” in the sky several feet away. He rubbed his chin for a moment, reevaluating his opponent. He had definitely gotten the worse end of that exchange, he thought completely annoyed.

He had wanted to end the fight quickly and then make her reveal where Ivy was but that was looking less likely if he resorted to nothing but brute force.

The green woman appeared to be a very capable fighter- at least up close. But there were a couple of advantages he possessed that he could exploit. She obviously possessed incredible speed, durability, and flight, but she didn’t have his long range powers. That would give him an undeniable advantage.

The Man of Steel bolted straight up into the air to put some distance between them and decided to test his theory. His eyes lit up like two burning coals as super heated energy shot out toward her.

A slight, unconcerned smirk formed on her lips. She twisted her lithe body out of the way at the last second and to his surprise her eyes flooded crimson as she returned a volley of heat vision. The sudden shock caused him to hesitate just a second too long and the blast slammed directly into his chest, knocking him back and leaving a couple of scathing marks in his costume.

“You’re not Kryptonian. How do you have my powers?” he demanded.

“My mistress gave them to me,” she answered vaguely.

Then he remembered what the plant woman had said earlier about Ivy needing his seed. It all came back to him and snapped into place. He had been so out of sorts at the time that he had nearly forgotten that Ivy had collected his semen into a test tube and taken it with her back at their second encounter at STAR Labs. That was the reason this being had his powers- he was partially to blame.

“Ivy used my ‘seed’ to create you?” he asked. “Then that means that you’re…that I‘m…” his voice petered off.

He didn’t even want to think about it. The possibility that this thing was some sort of daughter to him sickened and nauseated him to his very core. He had been too weak to stop Ivy then, but he vowed to put and end to this abomination if it was the last thing he did.

“No,” she answered, seemingly following his train of thought. “I am an enhanced bioengineered plant hybrid clone of Mistress Ivy. Your genetic material was simply used to grant me your exceptional abilities and nothing more.”

She balled her hands into fists and maneuvered herself closer in the air.

“Now have you decided to yield?” she asked, utter confidence filling her voice. “Or do you require even more of a demonstration on how I am superior to you?”

Definitely one of Ivy’s creations, he thought almost amused. Leave it to her to create a minion almost matching her snobbish, egotistical demeanor.

“Sorry not yielding today,” he said, readying himself for the attack he knew would come next. “I think I’m going to need some more convincing.”

Her pretty mouth twisted with utter disdain as she lashed out and threw an angry punch straight at his face. It met the palm of his hand with a solid “slap”. He clamped down hard as he caught her fist in mid swing. Her eyes widened in surprise.

She hadn’t been the only one hiding things from her opponent. Superman had been holding
back his true strength the entire battle. It was just something he usually did- especially against female opponents. They usually were not as physically strong and durable as males tended to be. Although Wonder Woman had proven him wrong on more than one occasion.

He was no chauvinist, it was simply the values he had grown up with and the farm boy still ingrained in his soul. He didn’t take any pleasure from hitting or fighting women, though that was nearly impossible to avoid in his line of work. Still, he never used his full strength unless absolutely necessary. Even now there was a significant measure still held back.

This woman, or more accurately thing, though had proven she was quite capable of handling it. There was a resounding crash as his fist struck her still shocked face and sent her hurtling down to the ice below. Her body created a near identical crater as he had earlier, throwing up large sheets of snow. She lay motionless for a long moment before beginning to stir.

After shaking her head to clear away the cobwebs she was up in the air once again, though she didn’t launch another attack.

“You won’t win this fight,“ he said. “You’re nearly as strong as me but not quite.”

She smiled sweetly at him. He was beginning to hate that.

“Fortunately…” she said, drawing out the word. “I don’t have to be.”

He caught a knowing glint in her eyes as they darted to look at something on either side of him.

“Aagghh!”

Superman cried out as his back was raked with talons of white hot fire. It was an enormous amount of heat. He whipped around to see two more women, completely identical in every way to the first, swooping toward him.

He cursed inwardly.

They all appeared to be clones of some sort and judging by the still dissipating heat on his back, the two new arrivals possessed his power set as well. They must have been hiding just outside the range of his senses. The fight had distracted him enough so he did not notice their presence and had allowed them to sneak in undetected.

There wasn’t enough time to dodge. They both plowed into him like homing missiles, their momentum carrying all three of them directly into the path of the Fortress of Solitude that was, a moment ago, in the far distance. Glittering crystals gleamed in the sun as their bodies shattered through them and into the Fortress itself with deafening fury.

Superman skidded and rolled to a stop on the hard, smooth floor of an enormous chamber. Large glittering crystal shards crashed down all around him. Sunlight reflected brilliantly off the crystalline walls from the gaping hole they had made in the high ceiling. They had landed in one of the large rooms that he stored mementos from both his past and crime fighting exploits.

Over a dozen life sized statues of the Legion of Superheroes stood in a couple of neat lines staring and grinning blankly at him off to one side. The spaceship he had traveled to Earth from Krypton in was displayed prominently hanging from the ceiling. A heavily dented wreckage from one of Luthor’s purple and green battle suits and the head of from one of Metallo’s many bodies covered another wall.

He quickly got his feet underneath him but there wasn’t any time to think of what to do next.

They descended on him immediately like a pack of hungry wolves on a fresh kill. He could just barely dodge and block their attacks but some of them were inevitably slipping through. Fists and feet were flying at every part of his body at an alarming rate. They weren’t quite as strong or as fast as he was but being outnumbered three to one was severely tipping the odds in their favor. His fighting strategy had just changed dramatically.

He dodged a high punch from one woman but another, he had lost track of which one had attacked him first, caught him with a lower kick to his midsection. Superman doubled over and let out a “whoof” as the air was knocked out of him and received a couple of fists to his temple and jaw for his trouble- his head knocked to and fro like a pinball.

They had completely surrounded him, keeping him firmly planted in the center of their tornado of punishment. He couldn’t get away or even fall to the floor. Pain was rapidly accumulating all over his body. He had to get them off before it was too late.

He jutted his beefy arms outward and spun around at super speed, clocking two of them in the face and sending the third one scrambling away. As his self made helicopter impression came to a halt, the woman who had dodged it turned and fired off a burst of heat vision toward his right side. It missed him by about a foot while he leaped to his left.

He realized too late that that was exactly what she had wanted him to do. The move had put him in the direct path of one of the others. She pounced roughly on his back from the air and quickly latched on. With alarm he felt the gorgeous plant woman wrapping her powerful, long legs around his thighs and locking his arms behind his back in a wrenching half nelson.

The strong hold had been applied expertly and left the whole front of his face and body completely exposed. Superman flexed his chiseled arms and tried to wrench them forward, feeling her hold give a little. Though with her position, slightly above him, she had the advantage in leverage. His heart thudded faster as he noticed her two friends descending on him quickly. He went to try the same maneuver again, confident that this time he would break free.

But the woman on his back was a half step ahead. She leaned in and began lightly kissing him on the side of his neck. Her soft lips danced like butterfly wings down his skin, teasing and promising him of things to come. A quiet but seductive moan purred in his ear. The kisses traveled to his ear lobe next. The move stunned him and caught him completely off guard.

He froze for an instant.

The distraction was just long enough for the other two to close the distance. He caught a sharp, snapping kick to the solar plexus, driving the wind out of him again and further stunning him. Then in a flurry of motion, the two gorgeous women began pummeling his already aching body with a barrage of punches and kicks- most landing on his chest, stomach, and ribs. The loud thumping sounds from their blows, like someone beating a taut drum to death, echoed in the large chamber.

To a normal person watching they would’ve appeared as little more than fast moving green blurs in front of him. His body screamed in agony and he could feel himself growing weaker under their prolonged and brutal attack. If he didn’t make a move or find some way to break free soon he would fall. But it was hard to think through the haze of pain and the unwelcome guest still clinging to his back wasn’t making it much easier.

“See, Superman? You should have just surrendered at the start,” she purred happily in his ear. “You’re no match for us after all. I knew you were weak.”

He could feel her breath on the back of his neck growing shallow and more rapid as the beating continued. The unmistakable twin points of her hardened nipples pressed softly against his broad back as she clung closer, cinching her grappling hold even tighter. With a disturbing thought, he realized she was becoming more aroused with each hit that landed on him.

As the other two concentrated most of the punishment on his torso, she stuck her warm, wet tongue in his ear and vibrated it. She then hungrily licked the side of his cheek- a lioness tasting her prey- leaving a faint trail of warm saliva on his skin.

“I can not wait until we harvest your seed,” she mused. “Then the rest of our slumbering sisters will be able to join us.”

He tried to ignore her as she further taunted him, instead focusing on the still ongoing fight. His opponents might have the same powers as he did but they wouldn’t have the years of experience using them. The kind of experience only gained through trial and error and hour upon hour of training. Even Supergirl didn’t possess quite the same subtle skill and control with her powers.

Seizing a momentary gap between punches, he shut his eyes and concentrated, focusing on exactly what he wanted to do. He grabbed hold of his anger and will from deep down, formed it into a tight ball, and channeled it outward. When his eyes reopened, a raging hot ruby tidal wave burst from them, hurling the two women back with shrieking screams of anger mixed with pain. The entire room was bathed in brilliant, blinding crimson light. Amid all the noise he could swear he heard a sizzling sound as they landed in a heap several feet away.

A few of his souvenirs also bore the brunt of his anger. The remnants of Luthor’s armor melted and oozed onto the floor in a pool of green and purple slag along with Metallo’s lifeless head.

But using that much energy at once, in his already weakened state, to widen the normally thin, concentrated beams of heat vision took its toll. He felt drained and a bit dizzy but still had the presence of mind to throw his head back. He felt contact and heard a satisfying “CRACK”. Fortunately his aim had been true and connected solidly with his piggy backing passenger’s face. There was a loud grunt of pain and she immediately released her hold, falling unceremoniously to the floor on her butt.

He spun, looking down, and saw that she was clutching her nose and groaning. Dark green liquid was gushing from underneath her hands. With no time for subtlety, he swung a large red boot into her chest and sent her sliding across the polished floor until she crashed into the line of Legion statues near the back of the room, shattering Brainiac 5, Saturn Girl, Dawnstar, and Cosmic Boy to pieces.

That was when the entire room began to shake. There was a low, angry rumbling followed closely by a sharp cracking sound beneath his feet. The floor split open in two long cracks and lush green vines shot out, slithering up and around his ankles, growing rapidly as he watched. Confused, he followed their path under the ruined floor.

They had spider webbed out from the fingertips of one of the women he had hit with heat vision earlier and were still spewing out. The skin on most of her face and chest was blackened and charred, with small patches still bubbling. The nasty unmistakable smell of burnt skin reached his nostrils.

But he could see that she was healing at an alarmingly quick rate- the blackened parts of skin were gradually disappearing and returning to healthy light green before his eyes as if someone were using a magic eraser on it.

A predatory smile formed on her lips. “Your useless struggle will be ending soon.”

Superman experimented pulling on the vines but they were, impossibly, stronger than titanium. They quickly became taut and bit harshly into his skin. Crimson filled his eyes as he attempted to burn off the organic restraints. To his dismay only a trickle of energy leaked outward before sputtering out uselessly like a spent candle. Shortly after, blinding pain pounded the inside of his skull and his eyes felt like they would burst.

The earlier desperation move to free himself must have taken more out of him than he previously thought.

Before he could do anything else he felt more vines hastily snaking around both wrists. This time they had sprouted from the second of Ivy’s creations he had burned. The thin but super strong vines coiled tightly around the rest of his arms then moved to up to his shoulders and around his throat. The wriggling tendrils around his neck began to constrict, choking him and barely allowing him to breathe. Both women pulled the vines tight on their ends, forcefully yanking Superman’s arms out to the sides and solidly anchoring him in place.

For some reason he began to feel light headed, his strength seemingly draining away slowly with each passing second.

“You can feel it already, can’t you Superman?” he heard a voice ask.

The woman faced him and wiped the remaining dark green blood from under her nose with the back of her hand. She had already recovered from the head butt and her broken nose appeared fully healed.

“You are getting weaker by the moment,” she stated with calm delight. “Don’t bother trying to resist it. It won’t do you any good.”

It was true. By some inexplicable reason, his powers were gradually fading and weakening. The feeling was similar to when the female Parasite had attacked him but not quite as severe. Now it was more akin to a slow but steady trickle compared to overbearing waves of weakness he felt when the Parasite would feed.

“W-what are you doing to me?” he asked with an angry but no less confused scowl.

She threw back her head and laughed. It was a throaty, seductive sound.

“It is really quite simple. Your powers derive from the yellow light of the sun as do ours,” she explained patiently. “However since we are mostly plant based and we can use these specially modified vines to tap into your stored up solar reserves and gradually drain it through the pores of your skin. We can only siphon off a portion of your reserves but in your weakened state it will be enough.”

She was right. Normally this method of attack wouldn’t have proven that effective against him. It was slow and a bit cumbersome and required a virtually stationary target. He would’ve seen it coming or been able to break free before they even had a chance to leech off him. But after the beating he had just suffered through, the mass amount of power from the modified heat vision blast, and his earlier pounding from Giganta and Star Sapphire he wasn’t even close to prime condition. Poison Ivy was slowly but surely wearing him down physically as well as mentally.

Ribbons of faint light shimmered and raced excitedly along the vines. Their newfound energy source seemed to make them even more vibrant, strong, and lush. A few buds of yellow and blue even burst into bloom along their lengths before his eyes. It would’ve made an intriguing and beautiful sight if his mind hadn‘t become so disjointed.

Superman felt his knees start to wobble as a sizable portion of his usually vast strength left him. His solar fuel tanks were severely taxed. His head started to droop toward his chest and his mind was spinning in a cloudy, dense fog.

Taunting feminine laughter rang out on both sides of him as the two formerly burnt woman took up the slack in the vines and reeled him in close. They stood on either side and admired their freshly caught prize for a long moment, eager but conniving grins on their restored, beautiful faces. Moving in unison they coiled the length of vines even tighter about his wrists and forearms, each one taking a beefy arm in their strong grip.

“Sisters,” the one directly in front announced. “It is time to follow Mistress Ivy’s instruction and harvest Superman’s seed. But first I think he requires more punishment to see the error in his ways. Should Mistress Ivy deign to keep him alive, he should learn his proper place and the uselessness of opposing his new master.”

The other two nodded in complete agreement. They kept their hold on Superman’s still outstretched arms, creating a bit of distance from their bodies to his. The Man of Steel groggily looked to either side, still pulling feebly against the vines. He was well and fully trapped.

Feeding off his despair, the grinning duo proceeded to leisurely take turns kicking him about the chest and stomach. Their full breasts jiggled fetchingly as they moved. He groaned loudly as the thumping pain spread to every inch of his body, while the two alternated kicks, causing all three of the plant creatures to laugh sadistically.

“Such a pathetic sight,” the one to his right announced, still beaming. “Mistress Ivy had said you were the humans most powerful champion. We had hoped to test our abilities against yours. We did not know how fragile and easily defeated you would be.”

“Yes,” the other agreed in an identical sounding voice. “And after you are finally out of the way, Mistress Ivy will be able to awaken the rest of our sisters and purge this planet of every man, woman, and child forever.”

“No…” Superman spat weakly.

After about a half dozen punishing kicks from each woman they finally stopped. The Man of Steel drooped heavily in their grasp, his body screaming in scorched agony.

The one in front, who had simply watched the entire time, stepped up to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. She caught his gaze, staring into his pain glazed eyes, making sure he saw the utter contempt within their glowing green depths. Then with a satisfied smirk she drove her knee into his gut with crushing force.

Superman’s eyes and mouth opened wide with agony but no sound came out. The only thing keeping him from crumpling to the floor were the vines and two women still cruelly holding him upright.

He couldn’t think straight. The blazing pain wracking his body saw to that. At the moment he wanted nothing more than to be able to fall to the floor and escape the pain. His powers had all but abandoned him and a part of him wished he had taken Black Canary and Batman’s advice on learning more fighting techniques seriously.

“Now,” formerly Broken Nose announced, taking a handful of his red tights. “It is time to reap the rewards of our victory.”

She yanked his tights all the way down to his red boots in one quick motion and stood back to admire him.

“It is impressive,” she concluded, lifting his cock up with her open palm.

As she thoughtfully continued to examine it, tiny thin tendrils sprouted from her fingertips and began feeling their way up his exposed length. It tickled slightly as what felt like dozens of miniscule fingers explored his sensitive flesh. The vines seemed to respond to her mental commands and grew longer within seconds, gingerly wrapping completely around a good portion of his shaft.

Leaning in dangerously close, the beautiful plant woman whispered seductively in his ear.

“I wish to see your stem grow. Show me now.”

A surprised gasp leapt from Superman’s mouth as the tiny, soft tendrils began slowly pumping his cock up and down. Their grip was firm but gentle. It felt amazingly good though he did his best to conceal that fact from his captors.

“Hmm…” she uttered thoughtfully, watching his rapidly hardening cock. “Very impressive indeed.”

With a mischievous grin she reached her other hand under his balls and began gently massaging them. Her long careful fingers skillfully played over his scrotum, teasing and knowing. It took an incredible amount of willpower for the superhero not to moan.

“Yes, this is good,” she said happily cupping his balls. “You are full of seed that can be harvested. I think I will enjoy this almost as much as you.”

“No…w-wait…” he breathed.

She smiled broadly. “No, the time for patience is behind us. It is time to bring Mistress Ivy’s vision of a new Eden to fruition.”

He began to protest again but the words were caught in his throat as the vines coiled about his chest and neck tightened their hold. She kneeled down and took up position in front of his cock, watching it dangle before her pretty face. Her warm tongue flicked in and out from her mouth, teasing the sensitive head. The tiny tendrils moved down with the hand they had sprouted from to the base of his cock and began to stroke him in earnest with short concentrated movements.

Superman shut his eyes and gritted his teeth while the tip of her tongue traced tight, quick clockwise circles around the head of his dick.

“Mmm…” she moaned with quiet satisfaction.

His eyes shot open again. A soft hand had found its way under his costume top and was lovingly caressing his bare skin. It was the plant clone on his left. The woman’s hands played over his well defined abs, her fingertips flowing over and between each individual muscle. Then she lazily shifted upward to his chiseled pecs and finally to his sensitive nipples. She threw him an amused grin as she squeezed and tweaked them between her thumb and index finger making them ache wonderfully.

With both of them focusing their attention on him he knew what would come next. Almost on cue, full soft lips found their way to his neck on his right side. The third woman kissed a trail up to his face and began gently kissing his lips. He tried to pull away but the vines around his neck kept him facing forward and nowhere else.

His eyes shot downward just as the woman kneeling in front ran her tongue all the way up the underside of his shaft from base to tip. His cock immediately stood at full attention and his knees buckled again- and this time it was from sheer pleasure.

“Ohhhh…” he moaned aloud.

“See, I told you that you would enjoy this,” the kneeling woman taunted.

More laughter sounded all in his ears. Superman closed his eyes again, trying to will himself not to become more aroused. It was a futile effort. He felt her tongue swirl around the head of his cock once more, as if it were an ice cream cone, before she fully wrapped her mouth around it.

Her head bobbed up and down in perfect time with her hand pumping at the base of his manhood. The simultaneous motion sent a jolt of pleasure flowing over him.

Then the swirling dizziness from pain mingled with pleasure took over. His eyes went in and out of focus. He could feel the two standing women writhing and grinding their virtually nude bodies against him. He could feel their soft breasts against his skin and their quickening breath on his neck. What he assumed was their natural perfume filled his nostrils, and it was the comforting aroma of a pleasant spring morning.

He felt the third’s moist warm mouth on his cock slowly sucking him to oblivion. She brought him to the brink twice but the tendrils cruelly pulled him back.

The tiny green vines constricted and squeezed around the base of his cock, holding the cum in and letting it build to an enormous pressure. A couple wayward tendrils coiled around his balls, massaging each one individually. Then woman’s head movements became a frantic blur of motion, her mouth working his shaft with a fevered pace.

A long drawn out moan echoed around the chamber as the tiny vines finally released their grip and he exploded outward. The tingling in his loins finally subsided and his body shuddered powerfully as he poured his cum into her awaiting mouth. To his surprise she swallowed every last drop, taking care not let any of it go to waste on the polished floor. Vaguely, he wondered how Ivy could possibly use it now.

She smiled slowly, taunting him, as her tongue collected a few wayward drops at the corners of her pretty mouth.

“This should be a sufficient deposit,” she said, rising to face him. “It has been an…interesting experience, Superman. I hope Mistress Ivy decides to keep you around.”

He glared angrily at her as best he could in his dazed stupor and saw her fist rear back then rush forward. A nuclear bomb went off on his face, blinding and numbing pain that engulfed everything. Darkness quickly followed.

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