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Ivy sat, thinking. It was still sinking in for her, the fact that she was free. Free from Arkham, free from that oppressive containment cell, free from all those cold, cruel scientists who had toyed with her for so long.
She was free. So what was her next step?
Sitting there in the midst of her old hideout, surrounded by dusty tables, expired materials, and bricked computers, Ivy mulled over her options.
Or rather, she tried to. Her guest was proving to be a little distracting. Sitting beside her and so very close, Tom's presence was warm and looming. Even sitting down, he had several inches of height on her and his broad frame almost totally eclipsed hers. Right now his hand was sliding across the small of her back, thick fingers just grazing over the curve of her hip. His chin touched to her bare shoulder, his hot breath tingling on her skin.
Ivy should have pushed him away. At the very least she should have squirmed out of his arms. But the escaped villainess couldn't quite find the will for it.
"You wanna make out again?" He asked her in a low voice. There was an youthful eagerness to his words, hopeful and excited.
In the past, Ivy might have offered the young man nothing more than a sneer, answering with constricting vines dragging him away. But today, tasting freedom again…
"Tom, I'm trying to think." Ivy could only half-heartedly squirm in her helper's arms.
His touch felt good. She couldn't deny that. Not after spending so long without such close company - aside from the cold, sterile tools of those rat bastard Arkham scientists. Tom was a world apart from them, his hands so warm and firm yet gentle upon her body. And his lips, peppering affection to her neck, her collarbone. Each kiss was a fireblossom, lighting up her nerves.
It was nice. But it was still a distraction. Ivy hadn't been lying. She needed to think.
"Okay, let's slow down a bit." She told him firmly - but not unkindly.
"Sorry." Tom obediently retracted his arms, inching further away on the wooden bench. "Too much?"
Ivy noted with some satisfaction that her hold over him remained strong even hours later. For all the ways Arkham weakened her, they couldn't dull the strength of her pheromones.
"I appreciate the enthusiasm, really. But like I told you, I'm trying to think."
The redhead eased herself from the younger man's arms, rising to stand. The cold cement under her feet was strewn with patches of dirt. Ivy began to pace, enjoying the feel of it on her soles, between her toes.
Tom remained seated, watching her. She spared him a glance, seeing the spark in his blue eyes, how riveted he was with her. She could help but smirk, satisfaction brimming in her chest. He was a handsome youth, fit and strong and rich… and thanks to one hell of a kiss from her, absolutely loyal.
Past the expected lust and carnal hunger, Ivy could see the love in his eyes, plain as day. It was beyond pleasing to see, especially after the cold, heartless looks from the guards, the scientists… A year of being treated like a thing, now back to being worshipped again. Oh, she had missed this.
So what if she put a little extra sway in her hips? Tom had proven to be a good little helper. Eye candy went a long way, Ivy knew, especially with the men in this city.
"A little fun might get the creative juices flowing." The teenager offered out of nowhere, again hopeful. Against all odds, hopeful.
Ivy had to admire the confidence.
"Tom…" She rubbed at her temple. Yet a grin pulled at her lips all the same.
"It's what my girlfriend tells me whenever we study together-"
"Tom."
"Yeah?" He sat up, back straight, eyes bright. So dutiful.
Ivy couldn't be mad at the boy.
"How about…" Ivy pursed her lips, looking around the hideout. It was a mess, of course. A year of her absence saw to that. So many dead plants. She'd mourn them - later. Right now she needed to organize. Yes, that was it. A distraction for the distraction. Ivy eyed a great stack of fertilizer bags that took up the far corner of the room. All expired, most likely. An eyesore that Ivy had long gotten sick of. "How about you move those bags into the back room? It's been too long since I redecorated."
The teen immediately hopped up from his seat, looking positively happy for the instruction.
"Sure thing, Ms. Ivy." He started towards the stacked bags but stopped. He shot Ivy a hopeful look. "And then fun after?"
Tom was lucky he was cute, otherwise the lost, horny pup act would have grated on Ivy's nerves. And he really was in excellent shape.
"And then fun after. I promise."
The teen went to work with a smile. Ivy took the moment to look him over. Out of his letterman jacket, his fit physique was even more apparent, his plain shirt fitting nicely over his chest and shoulders. And then there was the way those short sleeves wrapped snug around those firm biceps… those same muscles working, flexing as he reached down and hefted on the heavy bags onto his shoulder. Tom carried it off to the back room.
Now Ivy had her moment of calm. A chance to think - to really think.
What was Poison Ivy's next move? She could already feel herself getting stronger, the power of the green seeping back into her flesh, her bones. It poured into her, slowly, slowly… too slow for Ivy's liking.
She needed something more. Something that would empower her to what she was before Arkham… and perhaps even make her stronger.
Ivy needed Greenseed.
There was one problem. Last she heard, all of it was locked away. Hidden and protected specifically so she wouldn't get her hands on it.
Even with the rush of liberation, Ivy knew she was in no position to go into the field again. A campaign of righteous vengeance simply wasn't an option for her. But perhaps with a more subtle approach…
Ivy frowned. Thievery would work… but knowing how fearful Gotham's men of authority were of her, any sample of Greenseed that remained within city limits would be locked down tight. And with next to no tools available to her, that put it well out of Ivy's reach.
The redhead let out a sigh, curling her toes in the layer of dirt again. Her position was not secure. Her freedom was fragile. She needed to get stronger. But first she'd need some extra help.
It was a good thing she had Tom buy some burner phones on the way over.
Time to make a call.
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The melodic tune of a digital ringtone rang through the apartment. Selina drew towards it, the soft hem of her night robe swishing gently about her thighs. The phone buzzed right there on the breakfast bar, startling Isis. The gray Siamese whined, leaping down to the floor before scurrying away.
Selina's focus was on her phone screen. Glowing bright and clear was a number she recognized. The cat thief hesitated, wondering, doubting… but in the end she swiped the phone open anyway.
"It's been a good while since I've seen this number." She spoke first.
"Selina." Greeted a familiar, smokey voice. Feminine, but strained. "You never came to visit."
Much of the confidence Selina expected from Ivy simply wasn't there. She couldn't help but feel a touch of concern.
"Sorry, Red. Been busy." It was true, though that didn't keep the sting of guilt at bay. Selina put on a more spirited mask, letting some cheekiness slip into her voice. "And Arkham never suited a woman like me."
"It didn't suit me either."
"Glad you got out then." Selina paused. "You are out, right?"
"If I wasn't, I wouldn't be on the phone with you." There was a lull then. Selina heard Ivy take a deep breath. "I'm free but I'm not clear. I need your help, Cat."
A favor. Selina could do that. For an old friend, always. Though she couldn't ignore the juiciness of Ivy being the damsel in distress.
It was simply in Selina's nature to tease.
"Aw. And I thought this was going to be a friendly chat."
"I'm serious. The bastards at Arkham tried to take my powers away. Like clipping a cat's claws." There was hate in Ivy's voice. Venomous hate. Selina didn't blame the woman one bit. "They failed. My powers are weak, but they're still there. I just need something that will make me stronger."
"And you want me to steal it." Selina guessed.
"Not yet. I just need to know where it is. Then I can start planning."
"Oooh. Sounds ominous."
Selina had started to move as they talked, taking slow strides through the open living room of her apartment. Gliding past the sofa, past the bookshelves, drawing over to the ceiling-high windows. On the other side, the lights of Gotham shined bright, glittering towers sprawling and looming.
"The queen is back on the board." Ivy boasted. "Gotham's going to find out sooner or later. Might as well be sooner. But first I need Greenseed. Are you familiar?"
Selina toyed with the loose belt of her robe. Ivy wanted to make some waves. The Bats wouldn't like that… yet Selina owed Ivy all the same. Catwoman may have been a thief, but she never skimped out on a deal. Well… she never did it first, anyway.
"I may have heard some things." Selina answered.
On the other end, Ivy sounded hopeful.
"You'll take the job?"
"Sure. Favor for a friend."
"I'll remember this, kitty cat."
Selina looked out over the city skyline, her lips curling into a smile.
"You better."
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Ivy hung up the phone with a relieved sigh. The pieces were falling into place. She was free, back in her old hideout, already making connections. It was only a matter of time before she had her place in Gotham's underworld again.
For now, though… Ivy had to sit and wait.
That was when her eyes fell on Tom. The teenager was still working as instructed, grunting with effort as he hefted another bag of fertilizer up onto his shoulder.
Ivy watched him work. Watched how his forearms tensed, the muscle under the skin snapping taut. She watched the same happen to his chest, his shoulders, his biceps. Muscles flexing from exertion. The human body was a wonder to behold, Ivy found.
Of course, no mere human could ever hope to be as powerful as herself, what with their mortal, fragile flesh and blood bodies. But even so… Ivy could still admire the fitness, the stamina, the beauty of such a fine body at work.
As Tom carried the latest bag off to the back room, Ivy's gaze fell to his backside. Long, sturdy, powerful legs leading up to his well-sculpted ass. Hugged by those jeans. Simple clothes, but the young man wore them very well.
When he returned to the main room, Ivy had new sights to admire. His shirt, already becoming damp with sweat, stretched across his chest, sticking to the lean muscle of his pectorals, his abs. He really was in excellent shape, especially for his age. And since Ivy now had some time to kill…
"Almost finished here." Tom told her, breathing deeply. He went up to the pile of bags, preparing to pick up another. "You need me to speed things up?"
"No need. Time for a break, I think." Ivy kept her eyes on Tom as she circled the room. She came to a stop by one of the cots pushed up against the wall. Nothing but a single mattress on a thin metal frame. Ivy took a seat, facing Tom. She leaned back, crossing her legs, looking at the teenager expectantly.
Tom stood up straight, excitement just about ready to bloom across his face - but it held back. His gaze dropped from Ivy's face to her crossed legs then to the hand she was patting on the open space beside her.
"Like… a study break?" He asked, hopeful.
It was cute, the limitless enthusiasm of horny young men. It gave Ivy a rush, too. This power she held over him. She was mother nature. Yet Ivy never felt more like a goddess than when this teenage boy was looking at her the way he was now. With such nakedly lustful awe.
Ivy beckoned him closer. Tom obeyed. He took the spot beside her, close enough now that she could see perfectly how the sweat glistened on his flushed, pale skin. Instead of being stricken by his scent, Ivy found it… nice.
Ivy shifted on the cot, inching her butt away to give herself some room. She faced the young man, flipping her hair over one shoulder, reaching out to touch his arm. Firm muscle. Warm skin. She liked the feel of it.
"You've been incredibly helpful tonight, Tom. I'm glad I found you when I did. Just when I was starting to think all the men in this city were animals…" Ivy laid the praise on thick, putting extra feeling into her words. She gave his arm a squeeze, silently delighting in the lack of give.
Meanwhile, Tom was beaming like a proud, blooded hound.
"Just happy to help." He flashed a bright, handsome smile.
Ivy bit her lip, returning it.
"Speaking of happy… I think I promised you some fun, didn't I?"
She waited a moment for her words to sink in, savoring the way his face lit up. Then she crawled over, planting her butt right in Tom's lap, and kissed him. It was a deep smooch, even deeper than their first. Ivy held nothing back, giving her young hero the makeout she promised him - and then some.
Lips slid against lips, hands roamed over tight muscle and pliant curves. Ivy could feel the young man's body come alive under her touch. And just as she felt his loins stirring, swelling against her bottom, Ivy felt a stirring of her own, rising from the pit of her belly. Warmth, delightful warmth spreading from her core. The heat was seeping into her veins.
Tom's strong arms slid around her waist, pulling her closer. Ivy slid her hands around to the back of his head, taking fistfuls of hair. She moaned into his mouth, slipping her tongue through. The fire rose in her belly, burning sweetly.
In his eagerness, Tom slipped one of his hands down low, pawing at her buttocks through the thin material of her panties. Ivy didn't mind - not enough to break their liplock. His touch, though rough and groping, made her blood sing. And he was so warm, so firm, so alive in her arms. Pressed so close, she could feel his heart beating in his chest. Pumping all that hot blood through his veins.
Tom may have been young, but he was eager, willing, and talented. Keeping him as a thrall would be fun, Ivy decided. Very, very fun.
"Wow." The teenager gasped when they finally broke apart. He was flushed, starry eyed. Ivy adored the way he looked at her now. Dazed but somehow crystal clear in his loving devotion. "You're a great kisser, Ms. Ivy."
Ivy let out a pleased hum. She wiggled her butt in his lap, knowing full well how it must have felt against the bulge there. Excitement coiled within her, entwining with the heat in her belly, rising as she noted the primal lust brimming in his gaze.
"It's just Ivy. And thank you. You're no slouch yourself." She dipped down for another bout of kissing. Short and sweet this time, ending with a playful bite at his lower lip. "So… on these study breaks of yours… what sort of fun did you and your girlfriend have?"
"Making out, mostly." Tom answered in a low voice, strained with need. "Sometimes we'd go to second base."
"Aw. That's all?" Ivy gave a sympathetic pout, gently stroking the younger man's cheek.
"We take things at her speed."
Ivy liked that answer. Her old self, Pamela, might have swooned. Even more pleasing was the absence of bitterness in his tone. Tom was turning out to be as delightful in heart as he was to look at. She really lucked out running into him.
Another kiss, gentle and quick. Ivy sighed, enjoying the quiet intimacy as they pressed their noses together.
"You're a sweetheart." She told him after a moment. "You think your girlfriend will mind if I give you a little reward?"
Ivy didn't wait for his answer. She started plucking at the buttons of her prison top, yanking at the grimy orange fabric. Each tug had her bosom rocking beneath the material, each button pulled revealing more pale flesh, deeper cleavage.
All the while, Tom watched. The youth was completely enthralled. Ivy wondered if she had even needed to kiss him the first time.
"Uhhh…"
"Rhetorical question." Ivy cut him off, her voice dripping with wicked delight. "I don't care about your girlfriend."
The rest of the buttons came loose. Ivy yanked her top open, shucking it off her shoulders with defiance, with spirit. It was nothing but a disgusting rag to her, a symbol of her imprisonment, her oppression, her humiliation. It was filthy, man-made clothing that didn't deserve to grace her perfect body.
Perfect. The way Tom looked at her breasts, her naked beauty, made her feel perfect. Like the goddess she was. He was worshiping her with his eyes again, drinking in the swell of her bosom, the lines of her flat tummy, taking it all in with lustful awe.
Ivy loved it.
She leaned back, sighing at the feel of the air on her skin. She drew her hands up, up her belly, up to her big, beautiful tits. She cupped them, squeezed them, let them drop back down. Oh, how the desire burned in the boy's eyes then. Ivy pitched forward, pressing her body back up against Tom's, meeting his hunger with her own.
"You belong to me now." She said, grinding against his bulging groin. White hot embers fluttered in her belly. Heat blossomed between her legs.
"Sure. Totally." Tom nodded quickly, breathing out. It was warm, tingling on her lips.
Ivy crashed down for another kiss. Ravenous now. Her whole body was alight, nerves coming alive under her skin. What passed for her blood was bubbling, frothing.
Her tongue dueled and dominated. Ivy relished the challenge offered up by her younger thrall, meeting it with fervor. They kissed until Ivy's head started to spin. Until the goddess of the green yearned for something more.
"Lose the pants, handsome." She slipped out of his arms, out of his lap, standing before him in nothing but her plain, gray panties. Her partner was far overdressed for the occasion. "In fact… lose everything."
Without argument, Tom jumped up from the cot. Dutifully, obediently, he tugged at his clothes. The shirt went first, revealing that athletic torso Ivy had so admired. Firm chest, thick arms, and lean abs, all wonderfully toned. It was astonishing fitness for a youth - only the Bat's young wards were more impressive.
Next went the boy's belt. Then his shoes, his socks. Only the pants were left. Tom shoved his jeans and boxers down at the same time. They bunched at his ankles and he kicked them away.
The fit youth stood, now even more naked than Ivy was.
Ivy drank him in. She drank in everything.
Just when she thought she couldn't get any luckier… As much as his looks, his loyalty, or his sweetness pleased her, the swollen length of manhood hanging between Tom's legs was most pleasing of all.
Ivy had never seen such a gorgeous cock. Inches and inches of hardened flesh extended out from the young man's groin, stretching into the open air like a heavy crane. It was fat and smooth but for veins that bulged along the shaft, sporting a shiny, swollen head so large that it was already sprouting past the foreskin. And god, the way the damned thing twitched, jerking there between his legs without him even touching it. Like it was alive and beckoning her.
"Look at you… Look at you…" Ivy breathed, moving in close. She took slow steps, her gaze fixed on that cock. Not just on the shaft, but on those balls. Full, fat bulbs hanging down in a soft, fuzzy sac. They were both full, churning with hot cum. All for her. Ivy licked her lips. "What are they feeding you kids these days?"
"Balanced diet. Protein shakes. Two-a-day practices." He answered her in a husky voice.
Ivy reached out, drawing a single finger gently over the top of the shaft, tracing a vein from the base all the way to the edge of the crown. Tom let out a soft groan but remained still - waiting for Ivy's command.
"Hmm. I'd say it paid off." Ivy pressed her finger into the cockhead, pushing, pushing. She pushed the shaft further and further to the side until it slipped free, springing back. Tom groaned again, closing his eyes. Ivy watched the teenager's big, fat cock sway back and forth, back and forth. A meaty pendulum, damn near hypnotic. Ivy's mouth was watering.
She tore her eyes away from the thick prick, forcing her attention back to Tom's eager, desperate face. She gave him a lurid smile.
"Let's put that physical conditioning to the test, shall we?"
Ivy slid a hand up his stomach, up his muscled chest, slipping it around his neck, grabbing hair as she tugged his head down to hers. Capturing his lips in a deep kiss, her other hand took hold of his cock. Her fingers could only barely wrap around the shaft. Still, she started to stroke, loving the heat beneath her palm, the silky softness of his skin, loving how he throbbed in her hand.
All the while, as she devoured the young man's moans, she was guiding them back towards the cot. Ivy was eager to find out just how stalwart her brave hero really was.
Yes, she was going to have plenty of fun with him. Especially when the young man had plenty to offer.