Power Girl's Boy Toy update

Karen spat out another vine trying to shove itself down her throat, and it flew away spitting out pepper spray pollen, just a mild irritant to her, but it was all adding up to a firehose spray of perfume going right in her face. 

She threw fire from her eyes, cutting the vine off several feet into its trunk, but more were coming for her. She looked around for Poison Ivy in all the chaos, scanning for her with X-ray vision, but only saw Atlee fighting with Selina. Atlee was throwing stones like hail, but Selina was dodging, her whip slashing right through them, its flailing tip scoring at Atlee to her yowling protest. I may be in a hentai, but at least I’m not getting beaten up by a dominatrix, Karen thought to herself, before Harley burst into the middle of the battlefield. She held a flask aloft, the bubbling contents sloshing around inside the glass with every skipping step she took.

“I found it!” Harley chorused. “I found it, I found it, I found it!”

Ivy’s stringent voice rang out from somewhere in the pollinating mist. “Harley, be careful with that!”

Harley shot back “And you said I couldn’t do anything—“

Just then, she tripped on one of the lengths of vine that Karen had severed, falling flat on her face. The flask slipped out of her hands and hit the ground. The glass broke into a million pieces. The liquid inside seemed to instantly expand into a hazy purple cloud.

At least it smelled better than the pollen, Karen thought. In fact, it smelled really, really good—

***

“Typical,” Ivy demurred, her arms crossed as the formula did its work. Thankfully, ‘getting high on her own supply’ wasn’t an option for her. Like that idiot Scarecrow, she’d long ago taken precautions against her own concoctions. Catwoman and Harley wouldn’t be so lucky—neither would Power Girl and Terra—but at least it would buy her the time she needed to mount a counteroffensive without putting anymore of her babies in danger.

Stepping over the unconscious Hiro, Ivy took a last, longing look at his naked body. She supposed he wouldn’t be so lucky either… but in a way, he really, really was. “It was fun,” she said in passing, “but momma needs to take over the world.”

She just hoped Hiro hadn’t been lying about getting the Amazas working. A guy would say anything to get Harley into bed. And, Ivy sniffed, just about anything would get Harley into bed at that.

***

Lying on the floor, Harley didn’t know what smelled so good all of a sudden, but she knew she needed to come, now. 

Right now.

Hiro had been good, but he hadn’t finished the job. And Power Girl had tasted sweet, but she hadn’t returned the favor. Guys and girls, the Joker and Poison Ivy—between all of ‘em, Harley had learned one thing. All you could really count on was yourself and your own two hands. Or however much you could fit in there…

Ignorant of her surroundings and her circumstances—moreso than usual—Harley had a vague feeling it would make sense to deny herself, but she couldn’t think why and she wasn’t inclined to care. Her body was quivering with anticipation. As she rolled over onto her back, she felt her juices dripping down her thighs, which only reminded her of how much more satisfying it would be to have Hiro’s thick, pungent seed trailing out of her. If only he had finished her off!

Opening her legs, Harley spread the lips of her pussy, moaning as she felt the flow of the room’s air conditioning on her oversensitive pussy. A tremor went through all of her ripe body, her buttocks quivering and her small, ripe breasts jiggling appealingly as if the little gale of wind was enough to shake them. Lifting a hand to her face, she caressed the supple flesh of her throat, trying to replicate the slow, decadent way Ivy would play with her. Then she trailed her fingers down her breasts, scraping her fingernails over her stiffly excited areolas. Her hands roamed over her flesh as she felt out just how warm and smooth and soft she was. It felt so good! She felt so good!

“Gawd,” Harley whimpered dreamily, “I could make myself come just from gettin’ to second base with myself…”

Parting her thighs, her knee butted against the engorged root of one of Ivy’s vines, throbbing appetizingly. Harley straddled it immediately and pressed her sex down on its thickly rounded contours, forcing her pussy open and pumping it down against the root, grinding her groin against it like she was dancing on one big, horizontal stripper pole.

“Yeah,” Harley moaned to herself, in the same lackadaisical stupor as before. “That feels real good… If only Red weren’t so set on organic and all that… I could really use a vibrator right about now…”

Reaching back, she slapped a hand onto the pert globe of her left buttock, its small but playful heft enough to register a quivering ripple. It was as if she were punishing herself for her naughty thought, though one look at her kinkily quirked eyebrows would prove she wasn’t ashamed of herself at all. Instead, her hand resting on her own surging asscheeks, she eased her hips up and down, humping against the roundness she was straddling, her grip on her ass somehow able to convey the heat and wetness of her cunt like she was feeling the warmth of a furnace through its metal.

Small as they were, her breasts were swollen, her nipples hard. She reared up, her torso flying into the air and giving her tits a riotous shake as she assumed a cowgirl position with her inanimate lover, then reached down with her free hand to push her fingers to her clit, sliding them back and forth against that burgeoning stiffness as her pussy rutted against the oversized vegetable she had appropriated as a dildo.

That wasn’t enough for her. It felt like nothing could be enough, but Harley was far too aroused to think of anything more suited to satisfy her lust. She rolled over, the tentacle she bridged parting her buttocks now instead of her cleft. One hand moved to her tits, the other going down to her sex, rubbing and squeezing as if she could put out the fire she suddenly felt there. But it only made it worse. Or better, judging by the whooping cries Harley let out as her body heaved up and down like a car bouncing on its shocks. Much, much better.

“Oh wow, wowie-wow-wow!” Harley cheered, fingers going into her pussy with ease like there was room to spare, only to find infinitely pleasurable tightness with each new intrusion. Soon, she dared to take her other hand off her aching breasts and add it to the traffic jam at her groin. Harley would’ve killed for a great many reasons, but just then, she would’ve killed to have boobs as big as Ivy’s, so she could suck on them herself as she plunged the fingers of both hands inside her cunt. “Oh fuck, it can’t get any better than this!”

A shadow fell across her. Harley didn’t open her tightly shut eyes. It was either a hero or a villain. If it was a hero, they’d punish her. If it was a villain, they’d play with her.

She didn’t know which would feel better at the moment.