Feraks of Life update

Dick grunted every time Harley bounced on his cock. Harley couldn’t help but grin at the look of delight on his face. He really seemed to be getting off on servicing her. And of course Harley got off on knowing she was pleasing a guy with such a big dick—even if he’d gotten it from Ivy growing him.

Now Harley started moving her hips in a slow, rhythmic undulation. Dick pitched his own hips up and down, rutting Harley like it was a completion of the dance her body began. She groaned and he groaned—the sounds filled the room.

Harley hoped she wasn’t bothering Ivy. If she got too loud, Red would come in and dump a bucket of water on them. But the danger only increased her excitement. Harley started working her greedy pussy faster, treating herself to a stud that was totally in her power, that was absolutely under her control!

Harley’s breathing was uneven, her lips grunting and pulling at the air. She was too excited to be aware of her surroundings. Having her cunt stretched so painfully, so deliciously painfully, took up all her attention. Despite her determination to stay in control, she had surrendered to the pleasure of the sex. All that was left was to enjoy it thundering through her until her enjoyment came to a head.

Her eyes, shut so she could see her pleasure exploding in bright bursts of color behind her eyelids, now flew open. She had to see Dick’s body as it fucked her into the home stretch. She smiled at the sight of his perfect muscles, all the power that was going into pounding her and all that he was still holding in reserve. Dick looked like a man who could fuck all the night, and from the stamina he’d displayed so far, she was right to judge a book by its cover.

Harley reached behind herself to grip his bloated balls. She shuddered at the thought of how much hot jizz was in them. Still holding them, she pumped herself on his prick. Slowly at first, then really showing how much she needed it. Harley had felt enough pleasure to sate her initial lust ten times over, but that only whetted her appetite, increased her need. Now she wouldn’t be satisfied unless Dick fucked her brains out—especially since she wasn’t using them much these days.

Her response was growing. Harley knew she couldn’t hold out against her approaching orgasm, not for long. She was shuddering and trembling and pumping herself down on all Dick had to please her with. And she barely even had to try before she climaxed.

She quaked, moaned, broadcasting her approval of the rapture Dick had brought her to. And, fancy that, she’d managed to service him too. He sighed and his cock was suddenly more alive than ever, shooting a torrent of hot, sticky cum into her pussy like he needed even more room in her.

Harley cried out, gurgling and gasping as the feel consumed her even more fervently than the pleasure of his cock had. Her sex spasmed, releasing gushes of her own nectar that ran down Dick’s throbbing manhood and inundated his balls.

With a last moan, Harley pulled herself free of Dick’s engorged member. His glistening cock emerged from her pussy and flagged downward, still hard, but nowhere near as indomitably assertive as it had been when it’d first filled her up.

Harley gradually relearned where she was. She climbed off of Dick and staggered around until she found a wall to support herself. Then, she looked back at Dick. She smiled at the softening erection that had just felt like it was moments away from staking her to the ceiling. It still looked as big as a barber pole, just a little mellower. Not so ready to ravage her until her IQ was down into the tens.

“Oopsie, I made a mess,” she said, her voice reeling drunkenly from pitch to pitch. “Red likes it when I clean up my messes…”

She didn’t know where the lecherous urge to go down on Dick when he was just a mindless Ferak came from, but… why not? It was her own cream. She always liked that taste. And she liked sucking cock too. Still moving about like his fucking had rearranged her lower body and she wasn’t yet used to it, Harley stumbled her way back to Dick until she was close enough that a drop to her knees brought her face to his groin.

Her nipples touched his thighs. She took his prick in her hand, feeling its weight flatten to her palm. As she stared at it, it lengthened, grew fat. She watched the tip grow darker, seething with precum, the sable skin growing tight and red before her eyes. Harley squeezed—she had to feel the pounding thickness of him, the animal power gathering as his blood pumped back into his erection. She saw his balls jerking around in the wrinkled scrotum and knew he had plenty more cum to give her.

Harley knew she could make him come again. A lewd shiver went through her at what she was doing. It certainly wasn’t the accepted way to tend a plant! Her cunt quivered. She could feel how juicy it was now.

Dick pumped his hips at her, making his prick piston in her hand. She tipped it toward her mouth and opened her lips, letting him in.

“Oh Christ!” Dick gasped.

He filled her mouth, pushing her tongue to the side and even blowing out her cheeks. She could taste her own flavor undercutting his, testament to all the naughty things they’d already done. Harley drew his cock all the way in until it hit the back of her throat; then she mewled with pleasure and started sucking.

She pulled on Dick’s member until the taste was pure him, her own flavor all washed down her gullet like it was being recycled. Then she pulled her lips back until they were off his cockhead and licked along the base of his shaft. Her tongue rolled out again and again, only stopping so that her lips could suck and kiss, attacking Dick’s length with sloppy wet need.

Her nose led her into the musk of his pubic hair. While there, she washed her tongue over the leathery skin of his balls. When she took his glistening manhood back into her lips, Dick shoved his hips up to instantly fill her mouth the way she liked.

“Oh yeah!” he groaned. “God, that’s where it’s at!”

She felt his prick swell and tremble and make its inexorable way into her throat. Harley knew he’d come in there. She tightened her lips and sucked harder, too tempted by his cum not to get him off.

A second later, as she bobbed her head, his fat knob surged up and pulsed out the first rope of his hot seed. The burst of semen flew over the flat of her tongue and into her throat. She felt the boiling, silken splatter of his essence forcing its way past her gullet, not that she minded when it was so good to swallow that her gag reflex did it instinctively.

Harley heard him moan. His hands clutched at her head. His hips writhed underneath her. She kept sucking until he couldn’t answer anymore with his pumping lunges. Then she squeezed his balls and sucked at the dregs of his emission. Dick could only groan.

Harley finally came off of him with a slurp. She slipped her tongue around her lips and was overjoyed to taste a little more cum that he’d left on her chin.

“That was good…” Harley breathed, pulling at her own pigtails in delight with how satisfied she was. “Ivy finally made one of you with enough cum for me… and all on your own, too! Usually, it takes four or five… hold on now, I just remembered what I had to remember not to forget.”

She picked up her phone and checked the time.

“Omigosh! My cartoons are on! Later, stud! I gots me some anime to enrich myself with!”

Tweaking his nose, she turned on her heel and dashed out of the room. A moment later, Dick heard bubblegum pop spewing through speakers.

He doubted Miyazaki had been consulted.

With Harley occupied—as much as someone of her attention span ever was—Dick took the opportunity to search the lair. It wasn’t for nothing that, like Tim, he’d been trained by the World’s Greatest Detective. In under five minutes, he’d found a sheaf of Ivy’s notes. Dick took what would seem to be an ordinary ring from close to his scalp, covered by his mop of hair, and put it on. A small red sparkle told him it was working. He moved the ring over each paper in turn, committing all their writing to digital memory.

When he was done, he looked in on Harley. She was lying on the couch, still naked, while something about schoolgirls blared on the TV. A warm pulse in Dick’s groin told him that it would not be difficult to have another go at Harley. And how often would he get a chance to have consequence-free sex with one of Gotham’s most notorious… if not dangerous or effective… criminals?