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Sweat drips down your forehead under the canopies of green that surround you. The room grows humid at the heated position you currently find yourself in. Before you, lays Poison Ivy, splayed out like a winding branch. Her vibrant red hair is splayed out, rich like the ripest of strawberries. She lets out a sultry whine as you lay between her legs, devouring her like the fresh peach she is.
“Oh sweetheart,” she gasps, “you treat me like a goddess.” She grips the sheets, fabric crumpled in her hands. You let out a low chuckle in reply as your tongue glides through her folds, glistening from the stimulation.
“Of course,” you pause your ministrations briefly to plant soft kisses on her inner thighs. “A goddess deserves only the best of what her worshippers can provide her.” Resuming your feast on her sex, she lets out another moan. Your tongue makes its way to her clit, making her shudder.
“You’re so devoted,” she mewls lowly, “such reverence should be worthy of a reward.”
You feel a spike of arousal at her words, spurring you on in your mission to please her, not that you needed much spurring to begin with. Ivy is right. She truly is a goddess. To call her powerful would be an understatement. The way you’ve seen her bend the forces of nature to her will was extraordinary- truly a sight to behold. To anyone, she would seem like a goddess. The power and beauty that Poison Ivy holds is enough to make anyone devoted to her crusade against the destruction on nature. You were certainly no exception.
You hum a noise of arousal into her dripping cunt. She lets out a gentle sigh, arching her back as you continue to eat her out.
“My sweet flower,” she moans, “you are so good to me.” You feel her hands tangle their way into your hair, much like the interlacing vines that surrounded you. With the combination of Ivy’s generous praise and her hands playing with your hair, you practically melt into a puddle or pure arousal.
Encouraged by her vocal ecstasy, you grip onto her hips firmly, keeping her down as your lips on her aching cunt. Feeling flirtatious, you move yourself up, hands wandering to her gorgeous breasts. A hushed whimper escapes her lips when your fingers find their way to her nipples, sensitive buds that would make her cry out amorously.
“K-keep going,” she groans tenderly. An abrupt moan erupts from your throat as Ivy tugs on your hair, whose grip becomes tighter with the added stimulation of your breath on her cunt.
“You like that?” You ask in between licks. The vibration from your tongue as you speak sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Ivy as she lets out a hum of approval when you feel her legs on top of your shoulders. You swing up your hand, taking her calf in your arm. Peppering kisses up her leg, back down to her heat. Slowly, gently dragging your nails up her inner thigh, you insert your fingers into her, pumping in and out steadily. You swipe your thumb over her clit, causing a high pitched gasp to exit Ivy’s lips. “My beautiful girl,” you drawl lovingly. “Getting close?”
“Y-yes,” she gasps. Not wanting to keep her on the edge for much longer, you continue to fuck her with your fingers. You apply more pressure to where you thumb her clit, also using your tongue to further her release. You curve your fingers inside of her, picking up the pace ever so slightly until you can feel her clenching around you.
The rest of the room grows thick and hazy, smelling sickly sweet and floral. You couldn’t tell if it was the aphrodisiacs floating around the air, or if it was your euphoric response to hearing her cry out in bliss as her orgasm bloomed like a flower bursting from its bud.
She takes you by the arms, pulling you up into a tender kiss. She moans into your mouth, tasting herself on your tongue.
“My dear,” she tucks your disheveled hair behind your ear, making you blush furiously. “You really are something special.” She presses a kiss to your cheek, making you a puddle in her hands. Ivy chuckles enticingly, gently pushing you down onto the bed of vines. “You treat me so well my little flower,” you can feel her breath on the nape of your neck. “Time for me to return the favor.”