Gotham City Nymphs 2

Ivy stared down the length of her quivering, sweat-soaked body and was unable to look away from the enormous mass of plant matter—twisted and gnarled into an unmistakably phallic heft. It was getting bigger. It was getting harder. That was impossible; it had to be impossible.

Swamp Thing knelt between her legs and his cock settled into place. Its head nestled snugly between Ivy’s full breasts, while his balls—like a pair of grapefruits, indisputably sloshing with some form of juicy liquid—pressed into her swollen labia lips. Ivy didn’t know whether the heat she felt belonged to her or to him, but she felt it where their bodies met.

His ogreish hands clutched her breasts and pushed them together over the knob of his prick. Then he was rutting her sweaty cleavage. When his manhood emerged from the tunnel her chest made, it hit Ivy in the chin as hard as Batgirl ever had.

“You’re endowed very… appealingly,” Swamp Thing said, his booming voice somehow like a whisper with how gently he spoke. “You could have… a very fulfilling… social life… it’s a shame you’re so… misanthropic… you’re missing out on all the things… men would do… to please a body like yours…”

His big blunt fingers dug into Ivy’s fulsome flesh, squeezing until tears misted her eyes. It wasn’t just pain. It was how thorough his usage of her was—like he could access all of her sensations, everything she could possibly feel.

He lowered himself onto her writhing, reluctant body. His gaping maw bit into a creamy breast, teeth digging into her nipple. Ivy screeched and tried to free herself from her bonds, but Swamp Thing easily held her down and went to bite her other breast.

This time the pain stiffened Ivy, simmering inside her, sweeping through her body to flash in her cunt. She went limp, hyperventilating, her mind feverishly running over how impossibly big his prick was. It had felt mammoth between her tits; she couldn’t even imagine it passing through her slit.

“I’ll show you… some of how you could be enjoying yourself… later… you’ll wonder how you went without it…”

Ivy didn’t know that there would be a later. She’d die, she’d have to die, if that thing went inside her. Just the pulsing of its arousal made Ivy shudder. One pearly drop of precum slicked down where his cock lay on her tummy. Ivy whinged as its liquid heat ran over the luscious contours of her midsection.

“You can’t fuck me!” she ranted, tears of frustration streaking her cheeks, her body quivering like an angry dog jolting with incensed barking. “You can’t! I’ll… I’ll make you come! I’ll get you off all night! But don’t you stick that thing inside me! I can’t take it!”

Swamp Thing gave her an ironic grin. “Then why… did you give it to me…? Maybe it was… your green thumb… I’ve never been as stiff for a woman… as I am to be all the way inside you…”

He moved fast for such a big creature. Or maybe Ivy was just so overwhelmed that time slipped away from her whirling mind. Suddenly Swamp Thing held her by ankles, pulling her legs far apart. She split like a cheerleader, her legs stretching out to either side.

Every tendon in Ivy’s legs pulled until they were vibrating with tension, seeming right at the snapping point. The muscles in her thighs stood out like they’d been chiseled from the jade of her flesh. Her swollen pussy spread into pure pink openness.

Then Swamp Thing pushed in with his weight, settling it on top of her and her split legs. Circling her thighs up over her body, so that when his heft held them down, they ran parallel to Ivy’s upper body. He kept her bent in half—utterly devoted to the savage penetration he had planned for her. All of her would be one big sheath for that enormous cock!

The head of his massive length slapped down on her sex like a lead sap.

Ivy pulled desperately at the vines holding her; trying desperately, impossibly, to get away from that beast of a cock. The darkly red knob seemed to dwarf her womanhood. The shaft was miles and miles of thick vibrancy—there was no way she had room for even a little of it, much less all there was behind his cockhead before his length finally rejoined his body.

“No!” Ivy gasped, stricken by the sight of that hugeness and the threat it represented to her small, vulnerable body. “This isn’t happening! It can’t be happening! No!”

“Allow me to convince you…” Swamp Thing retorted quietly, then held his cock upright like a knight’s lance. But she had no weapon to counter it with. All she could do was be skewered by its tree-trunk fullness.

He pulled her to him using arms bulging with the same thickness that ran through his cock, then drove her back with a thrust that could only be phallic, only be rutting.

Every muscle in Ivy’s sensual body clenched up in the same horrible paralysis. Her bones felt like they were being ground into dust by the tension electrocuting her muscles. The room went dark and fuzzy and Ivy could not imagine there being much difference between how she felt now and how she would feel if Swamp Thing actually fucked her to death.

He had a cock that could easily break a woman in two. Just the force of being pulled onto that brutally shaped log had shattered her mind. She only distantly recalled that she was being fucked, but the feeling rapidly mounted—it wouldn’t be long until even Ivy’s broken mind had to acknowledge the sensation.

The giant knob of Swamp Thing’s prick finally made its way inside Ivy’s pussy, shouldering aside the tightness in its way. Instantly, an orgasm blasted through her pained body. And Swamp Thing, his red eyes set with a certain satisfaction, went deeper inside her.

Sweat rolled off Ivy’s twitching body. Her slender fingers reached up into the air as if seeking out the invisible foe causing her such pain; she couldn’t bear to even see the immense figure at the foot of the bed, hands on her hips, working her voluptuous curves up and down.

Plush ass, ponderous hips, pendulous breasts—they all jiggled with the pistoning of her body, her figure looking all the more sensual as the temptress received more sex than she could ever have bargained on.

“I knew you’d enjoy this,” Swamp Thing said, voice ponderous as the waves rolling in. But for all the subtlety of the motion, the feeling for Ivy was that of a tsunami crashing down. He could be as gentle as he wanted; he was still breaking her. “You’re a crude little animal… you delight in crude things… even now, all your body cares about is that… it has enough cock to sate itself… and that I not stop giving it to you…”

Ivy’s eyes rolled up in her head until there was only white visible. She wailed, her torso shaking with her ragged gasping, even if the motion was nearly lost in the jellied jiggling of her breasts under Swamp Thing’s potent thrusting. Saliva ran from the corner of her mouth and tears trickled from her wide eyes. Her make-up smeared enough to make Ivy look as naturalistic as she claimed to be.

“Quite the irony… that a short while ago… you were begging not to feel this…”

Ivy knew then she wouldn’t die. Death wouldn’t hurt like this. She drowned in pain, swam through an endless sea of it, but her body—somehow her body enjoyed it, a crude animal body just like Swamp Thing said.

Despite her pain, despite her degradation, her body managed to feel pleasure. She suffered through her flesh’s orgasmic ecstasy, ruing it even more than how her straining pussy hurt. She could withstand torture, but why’d this have to feel so good? She kept Harley around when the idiot didn’t make her feel half as good as… this!

Her arms pulled away from her, like there were strings drawing them into place instead of her own muscles. She sank her nails into the pliant, leafy matter of Swamp Thing’s chest—only a little more substantial than the rich loam of a garden—and she pulled herself up into a sitting position to better take his pumping hips.

Ivy didn’t notice that her vines no longer held her; didn’t think why it was that Swamp Thing’s command wasn’t that she should be imprisoned anymore. Whorishly, her tongue ran from her mouth and licked over his hulking chest. Her pussy flexed around the demanding girth of his thrusting cock. She came like a slut, giving away all the pleasure he wanted from her.

The more he rutted into her, the more she would climax for him. The only thing she wanted more than that was his cum. She was still animal enough that a fuck wouldn’t be a fuck without somehow receiving seed from this ecological golem.

“Your body needs nourishment…” Swamp Thing rumbled, the tremor of his voice quaking across his vast body and shaking Ivy a little—her arms and legs wrapped around his pummeling bulk. She redoubled her slipping grip and cooed, though pain flared in her groin where his juddering cock moved against her overworked folds. The pain told her she was still being fucked.

He continued: “My body… makes a sap… it will feed the part of you that is green… I will give it to you… deep inside the flesh… where even your animal mind… won’t be able to avoid soaking it up…”

Ivy keened in needful anticipation, then cried out at the feel of a jet of fluid tearing through her overstimulated passage. Proof that she had pleased his wondrous member.

“I’ve prepared a great deal of this sap…” Swamp Thing explained, grunting as his cock swelled and flooded her thrumming sex. “I won’t give it to you all at once… I think you will have ten waterings over the course of the night… perhaps more… we will use all your orifices… and coat your skin as well… your tentacles tell me you enjoy anal intercourse… I will try to make the majority of my deposits… in that opening…”

Ivy whimpered at the thought of taking his cum ten times or more… being fucked again and again by that giant log that had already taken her to her breaking point. She wondered how long her tender cunt and anus and throat would last before they were utterly ruined—the same way her mind had to have cracked, for she couldn’t make even a noise of protest. Couldn’t conceive of avoiding this fate.

Ivy could only try to prepare herself for an endless eternity of what she was feeling now, or worse.

And she did prepare herself. She orgasmed. Thinking about the mammoth cock that had already destroyed her pussy going on to her mouth and ass and hoping that Swamp Thing might let her jerk him off so that she could impress him with her skill and obedience—she seemed to come in every part of her body.

“A very good seedbed indeed,” Swamp Thing commented, seeing how eagerly Ivy accepted the new usage the Green had decided on for her. Perhaps he would take advantage of her unique status as a plant-human hybrid and breed her.

Abby had mentioned wanting kids…