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IM/DC Chapter 68
🕑 Added 2024-04-29 05:32:52 +0000 UTCI couldn’t help but chuckle as she started to cry. The tearful look of hers turned to anger as she shouted. “Why are you laughing?” I couldn’t help but be honest with her. “Because you don’t even realize how lucky you are. You could have gone down the same exact path and ended up fucking up the planet instead of helping it but I can guide you to actually helping it.”
I started to think about what she could do to actually make a difference and the first thing to come to mind is. “You need to become a social influencer.” I thought about it even more. “You need to become a rich social influencer hero if you really want to make a difference.” She gave me a look like (what the fuck are you talking about) before I could explain we’re greeted with a knock on the door. Harley whispered from the other side.
“Hey. You two fucking yet. Any chance I can get in on that?” Without consulting Poison Ivy I opened the door and grabbed her pulling her into the already cramped room. She responded in a flustered tone. “Wow! Okay so we’re actually doing this. I was just going to tease you two. If I had known beforehand I’d have taken off my panties. There isn’t much room to move around here. Oh, who am I kidding, I can take my panties off without pulling them down.”
She moved her panties down as far as she could rubbing against me before wiggling herself and jumping up and down a few times until they dropped down to her feet. I let this happen for two reasons. One, it happened so fast I don’t think I could have stopped it without hurting some feelings. Two, it was actually making Poison Ivy turned on. With a zip she undid her mini skirt and it fell to the ground exposing her bottom half.
She rubbed against me and left a wet spot on my knee as she tried to undo my belt. Coming into contact with her repeatedly let me take a look at her kinks with empathic touch and it was surprisingly wholesome and fucked up at the same time. She had a bunch of little ones, being tied up, magicians, bisexual, danger, roleplay, exhibitionist, voyeurism, clowns, dominating and being dominated. Her main kink however was turning the bad boy good and living as a happy family.
That shit ain't happening with Joker ever and that’s what makes it sad. I definitely could play up the villain role a bit more but I was me forever. Striking a balance between good and bad made way more sense than being strictly one. She managed to pull my belt off and my suit pants fell around my ankles. With a smirk on my face I asked. “Want to see a magic trick?”
A hand came down onto my underwear and I stored it into my inventory. A rock hard erect dick sprang the difference between myself and Harley as it rubbed against her stomach. I could hear both girls take a breath at the sight before Harley gets back to being Harley. “I’ll show you one myself and make this dick disappear.”
She backed up slightly before bouncing on her feet and impaling herself. “Gah! F-fuck that’s big. Tada! It’s gone.” She makes some adjustments as she tries to get more comfortable but the tiny box could barely fit the three of us without one leaning against the wall trying to stay out of the way. I still had my hand around each of their waists holding us close together so Poison Ivy couldn’t just sit back and watch. The room was small enough unless we all hugged the wall we were in each other's personal space.
I caught her trying to smell Harley stealthily and she noticed I noticed. I gave her a little wink to let her know I caught her but wouldn’t say anything as I gave a few pumps into Harley. I had to be very measured with my thrusts from the sheer strength and durability difference between us. At this point my dick was like being fucked by a steel rod and I could probably hang a ton off the end without it bending. There was a real chance I could accidentally fuck someone to death.
The upside to improving my core is that the difference between us made it so they got about four times the amount of chi per orgasm so the difference was made up rapidly compared to before. I started stripping the girls as I stored their clothing in my spacial storage. Hammering into Harley made another thing clear. Harley loved talking while fucking.
“God you’re so big. It feels like I’m being split apart by your fat cock. You’d like that wouldn’t you. Break me and make me your sex slave. I’m dripping just thinking about it. Go on then, do it. Make me yours. Fuck me silly big guy. Burn my brains out so all I can think about is your dick. Splooge a big one into me. Knock me up bitch. Get me pregnant.”
It really took me out of the moment if I was being honest. I pushed Poison Ivy towards her and asked. “Can you shut her up for a bit? It's hard to focus with her motormouth going.” They kissed each other as I started to speed up a bit more. It was hard to tell how much she came but my legs were covered in juices practically sticking us together.
Without biomatter control I wouldn’t be able to reach orgasm fucking normal women anymore, thankfully I had it. I could turn the sensitivity up so I essentially functioned like a normal human just a much harder to kill human. I leaned in and whispered so only Harley could hear me. “Were you serious about getting pregnant or was that just pillow talk?”
She pulled away from Ivy and screamed loud enough for the entire plane to hear. “Impregnate me you stupid asshole. You better pay child support or I’ll bite your dick off.” Thank god I activated a baffle spell when she started to loudly moan right as we started. I gave a few more pumps before unloading into her. Her pregnancy wasn’t even in question and I made sure she would have twins as well. I closed the distance and gave both a passionate kiss to seal the deal.
I looked at Poison Ivy and asked. “You next?”
