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“Is all the fanfare really necessary?” Selina huffed, all too aware of the blush stretching across her face.
“I’m afraid this fanfare is a requirement of the game~” Ivy spoke with a cool smile. “You’re the one who agreed to this Selina…don’t you remember?” she smirked, giving a sly tilt of her head.
The intensity of the thief’s glare up at the redhead was weakened by the warmth of her olive cheeks. “Shut up” she muttered under her breath as she glanced away, failing to think of a retort.
“What was that?” Ivy’s tone had Selina flinch instinctually. The botanist grabbed her chin to focus her attention, raising those hazel eyes up to her own sparkling emerald ones. “I could have sworn that was attitude I just heard kitten, or was I hearing things?” Ivy mused; the sea of darkness cast over her bright green eyes left the kneeling cat-burglar’s mouth watering.
Selina found herself having to swallow in order to speak. “...N-no,” she answered flatly.
Ivy tugged on her chin, stretching her already strained neck so that her gaze was directly upwards, locked with villain’s. “What do you call me when we play, little kitten?” she whispered.
“Hnn...no ma’am” Selina corrected herself through gritted teeth.
Ivy smiled, slow and ruthless, with perhaps a hint of fondness resting somewhere beneath her features. “Good kitty~” she cooed, pinching Selina cheeks as she released her grip. The cat clenched her jaw choosing not to respond to the stupid pet name… which she’d rather fall into one of Ivy’s cactus displays than admit actually turned her on to be called that. At least it did whenever Ivy used it anyway…and perhaps when someone else there in the room with them used it—
“Have you found one yet Harley?” Ivy called to the jester across the room digging around for something Selina didn’t have the luxury of turning her neck to see. She had been instructed only to move when told, all part of the game Ivy explained. If the cat broke the rules three times tonight then redhead promised her there would be consequences. And knowing the reputation of the botanical villain and her crazed clown girlfriend, the cat decided she’d rather not find out what those consequences entailed if she could help it.
“Almost!” The blonde’s voice called back happily as she continued to shuffle around. “Be patient, red! Kitty’s bein’ patient, aren’t ya kitty?” She teased, giggling to herself as she just knew Selina was rolling her eyes. The clown grinned at the thief’s harrumph under her breath.
“Yes, yes she is,” Ivy answered for her with fondness, pinching the kneeling woman’s cheek again, delighting in its reddened hue as she did so. “…But today would be nice, love,” Ivy called to the searching blonde, chuckling when Harley gave her an exasperated ‘yeah yeah’ and a dismissive flick of the wrist.
“In the mean time—” the villain turned her attention back to the thief at her heel, giving her a knowing smile before turning to fetch something from the dresser, “I have a little something for you myself~”
Selina felt her breath pick up knowing exactly what it was that Ivy was bringing back to her, yet despite the expectation she still felt chills as she watched the villain twirl the little silver collar in her hands.
“Hold still now kitten,” Ivy purred, bringing the black suede band around Selina's neck. Catwoman's heart pulsed at the soft click of the latch, the collar sitting snugly against her, not tight enough to restrict airflow but enough to make her constantly aware that it was there. A constant reminder of her submission.
The thief sucked in a breath at the cold silver detailing of the collar. It felt like ice against her warm skin, alighting goosebumps across her flesh as she became all too aware of just how exposed she was, kneeling naked in front of the green woman. Granted it wasn’t like Ivy was dressed like a nun, but still the lingerie she wore gave some style to her nudity…Selina had nothing at all. Every inch of skin was left on display so that all of her curves and angles could be appreciated by her playmates…
“Now don’t you look pretty?” Ivy hummed, inspecting the shiny collar as it sat glistening against her delicate neck. The redhead found herself smiling at the little embroidered ivy leaves and diamonds sewn into the fabric; a reminder to the cat of who she belonged to. “Too tight?” The botanist asked, flicking the little bell which hung from the collar.
“It’s fine,” Selina huffed, the jingling of the stupid bell didn’t cease if she moved too suddenly, or even slightly. The cat groaned inwardly knowing Ivy had added it for that exact reason, and knew it was about to be a sound she would become accustomed to by the night’s end.
“Good,” the redhead smiled, contently, before leaning down to place a kiss atop her short raven hair. “...You do look lovely, Lina,” she added tenderly with a whisper. The cat felt a warmth grow in her chest knowing Ivy meant that…
“FOUND IT!” Selina jumped at Harley’s proud announcement from the corner of the room, “—knew it was there somewhere…” Quick footfalls were the only warning the thief had before she felt something be placed snuggly atop her head. “It’s so cute!” the clown beamed with a bright smile.
Selina groaned, knowing Harley had placed a pair of cat ears on her head because…it was Harley…she of all people couldn’t resist something like that. “I hate you both,” the thief hissed through narrowed eyes.
“Awww,” Harley smiled, falling to her knees to pull the raven-haired woman into warm hug, “we love you too kitty!” she sang nuzzling against her cheek. Selina rolled her eyes, attempting to ignore the buzz she felt in her chest—which was a difficult task when that buzz became a flutter as Ivy soon joined in on the contact, resting a palm atop the cat’s head, stroking her black hair affectionately. “Our little kitten~” the botanist hummed fondly.
Selina sighed.
Catwoman liked the pair’s company, she couldn’t explain why exactly, she just did. Were they both insane? Yes. But did they both have a lot of love to give? Without a doubt.
And they never hesitated to include the thief if they noticed she was looking a bit lonely, whether that entailed inviting her into bed with them so she wouldn’t have to sleep alone at night, or including her into steamier activities on a Saturday evening such as this. Regardless Selina had to admit their consideration was…nice, she genuinely felt loved by them in a strange way. Perhaps not on the same level the two loved each other, but it was certainly a type of love that was almost as significant.
“—Yeah…” Selina mumbled quietly, feeling her face burn a bit as she returned Harley’s hug with a single arm, “I guess I care about you psychopaths too…”
Harley and Ivy cared about Selina openly and shamelessly, almost as shamelessly as they went about their own sex life—which the cat really should have considered when thinking out loud about exploring certain kinks. The two held no inhibitions about experimenting in the bedroom and accordingly didn’t even bat an eye when Catwoman off-handedly mentioned trying pet play for a laugh.
Selina supposed tonight she’d learn to keep her mouth shut the hard way.
“I wasn’t being all that serious you know…?” she choked out, feeling her heartbeat pick up as Harley brought over a bedazzled pleather leash, twirling it in her grasp. “I was just entertaining the thought…”
“You didn’t stop me when I put the collar on,” Ivy noted with a smug grin, happily watching as the clown attached the pleather cord to the little hook on the back of the collar, “in fact, if I recall correctly you were blushing, weren’t you?” she smirked with a hand on her hip.
“It’s warm in here,” Selina argued lamely.
Harley laughed, “oh it’ll be a lot warmer in a few minutes!” she grinned excitedly, fingering over the smooth material as she pulled its length teasingly through her hands.
Ivy stopped her gently with a hand on her pale shoulder. She lowered her head to the thief. “Do you truly want out, Selina?” she asked gently, voice soft and careful.
Harley’s expression softened as well as she glanced down towards her, “yeah, you can tell us if you’re not feelin’ it anymore,” she added leaning down, giving a kind smile, “we won’t be upset!”
The thief stared up at the pair of women: Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn— Ivy, closer to some fabled goddess of flora and desire than flesh-and-blood woman, was ruthless and intense…but never relentless, always careful, always considerate. And Harley—insane in every sense of the word yet was always careful to reserve herself a tad around Selina. She was deranged but in a cute way. She was sweet, she was genuine.. Accepting. Warm.
Both women were so warm, Selina thought. Yes, they were manic…but they were maniacs she felt utterly safe with. Leading her to admit—
“No…it’s alright,” the cat lowered her gaze, “I’m fine…” she breathed, eyes drifting aside in an unusual moment of shyness.
Ivy hummed, a hungry smile returning to her features, “well then if that’s the case...Harley?” she grinned devilishly, turning her neck to gaze down at the clown by her shoulder, reaching a hand out to stroke her cheek thoughtfully. Harley buzzed against the touch, biting her lip. “Hmmyeah red?” she responded drunkenly, as if arousal was seeping through Ivy’s touch and into her skin...which knowing what the villain was capable of probably wasn’t very far from the truth.
“Go fetch kitten her tail~”
Selina’s blush spread to her chest as the blonde skipped over to the dresser to produce a shiny plug. It was modestly sized, nothing too extreme—its only notable feature was the long fluffy tail appearing out of its opposite end. The cat swallowed thickly as she watched Harley bring it over to her with a manic grin.
“You’re gonna want to wet this, babygirl,” the jester smiled, holding the shiny silver end to the thief’s parted lips. Selina felt her breath stall in her throat before she licked her lips and slowly took the plug into her mouth, surprised to find how watered it had become. She rolled her tongue around the smooth toy, lathering it well and hoping the warmth from her mouth would be enough to quell the icy chill of the metal before it went into her.
When Harley seemed satisfied, she plucked the device from Selina’s lips with a small pop.
“Care to do the honors, red?” the blonde grinned, swaying the fluffy end gently between her fingers. “Of course~” Ivy responded smoothly, accepting the toy in an almost polite manner, moving to circle the cat where she knelt on the ground. Harley pulled at the leash, bringing the young woman forward onto her palms, her ass guided higher into the air by a lithe green hand stroking up the back of her thigh.
“Relax,” Ivy purred, her voice warm like melted butter; Selina felt something stir inside her chest at the tone. She gasped feeling slim fingers, wet from the botanist’s mouth rub against her tight hole, drawing out a low moan which the cat failed to stifle (much to the amusement of the pair) before they disappeared to be replaced with the wet head of the plug. Ivy slid it in without any hesitation, watching it slip in easily and smoothly. She sucked in a breath at the sight, the corners of her red lips pulling to smile at the soft mewl the cat released.
Harley let out a low whistle from across her. “Shit…” the clown sighed at Catwoman’s gentle, almost shy little moans as she slowly became accustomed to the foreign weight in her ass, her face red and bright as she breathed a bit heavier than usual. It was Harley’s turn to bite her lip as she watched the fluffy tail dangle from between the ravenhaired woman’s legs.
Selina’s breath had just evened out when she was being pulled forward by the leash to clown’s lips, who took her into a deep kiss. “You’re all complete, pussy cat,” Harley smiled in between rough kisses, her pale hands drifting down to stroke over Selina's breasts, rolling her nipples gently between her fingers.
A new hand took hold of the leash, pulling it to bring the thief to a new pair of lips in the opposite direction. “You’re our little plaything now,” Ivy cooed earning a delicious shiver from the thief as their mouths molded together in a softer but just as intense kiss. A green hand faintly ghosted up Selina's bare thigh, sending wonderful shivers through her form. “But don’t worry, we take very good care of our things, don’t we Harley?” the botanist smirked over at her lover.
“That’s right red,” Harley grinned, reclaiming the leash, and giving another tug to pull the cat-burglar back to her side, “we give them lots of love and care~” the blonde smiled kissing over Selina’s flushed face.
“Not too fast now Harl,” Ivy spoke gently, sliding her hand up the length of the pleather cord until her knuckle brushed the suede of the collar—she used the shortened length to ease the thief back to her once more. She gave Selina a light peck on her temple. “This is all new to her, she needs to be eased into. Still doing alright Lina?” she cocked her head, looking down at her carefully. “You’re safe here, you can tell us whenever you need a break”
“Oh please…” Selina rolled her eyes. Though she was certain she didn’t need one, the trio had previously discussed safe-words she could use. Ivy being Ivy had of course suggested ‘purrfect’, but the younger woman argued it was too common a word—(also she’d rather eat mulch than say that in front of the botanist.) Selina didn’t even allow Harley to suggest anything just knowing the blonde would suggest some stupid cat pun. In the end Selina accepted ‘diamonds’ to be just fine.
Ivy chuckled in her ear. “Keep it in mind…you just may need it by the time I get to you~”
The cat rolled her eyes again, “yeah right…”
The tallest woman of the trio gave a snap of her slim fingers. “Get her to the bed Harl,” the redhead ordered.
“Yes ma’am!” Harley smiled taking the leash. Selina was about to stand from her kneel when Harley gave a harsh tug back. “Ah ah ah,” she tsked with a smug grin, “pets don’t walk like that~” Selina huffed, but otherwise wordlessly dropped to walk on all fours.
She sucked in a gasp when a sudden green hand appeared at her asscheek, landing a swift blow. “That’s strike one, Selina,” Ivy informed her gladly. The cat let out a low rumble from her throat but couldn’t deny the gentle throb between her legs as she crawled to the edge of the bed where Harley had seated herself. She had already done away with the thin underwear she had on leaving her in nothing but a pair of red stockings and garter, and a thin black top that outlined her exposed breasts.
She smiled down at the thief who came to kneel between her spread knees. “Bet you’ll never guess what I want ya to do~” the clown goaded.
“Gee, I think you have me stumped Harley,” Selina drolled with a quirked, unimpressed brow. Harley giggled with mirth. “Let me give you a hint then,” she cooed, pulling at the pleather cord to bring Selina’s soft lips to her exposed pussy.
The former psychiatrist let out a warm sigh as a slick little tongue gave a ginger swipe of her slit. When Selina felt a bit more confident with her strokes, she made them deeper and slower. Harley bit her pink lip, as she wrapped the leash around and around her knuckles to hold it taut, ensuring Selina couldn’t back away and end her pleasure prematurely.
“Right there babygirl,” Harley moaned, “right there”
Selina found herself soon lost in the sensation of those sweet folds against her tongue as she lapped up what Harley had to offer. She was brought back to reality momentarily when a sudden pull at her tight hole had her mewling into the clown’s slick lips.
“Oh shit, red,” Harley gasped, the vibration of the cat’s throat gave her cunt a wonderful buzz, “what did you just do?”
The villain chuckled across from her. “Just entertaining myself,” she answered simply as she held her kitten’s tail between her fingers. She waited a beat before once again giving a gentle tug, not enough to remove the plug but enough to watch the cat’s tight little opening fight to suck it back in. Ivy felt a pulse between her legs at the sight.
“Well keep doing it…I think she likes it and I fucking love it,” Harley breathed beginning to grind herself against the cat’s tongue, each of Selina’s lewd sounds sending a warm wave of pleasure coursing through her gut.
Ivy hummed in agreement, running a finger down the younger woman’s slit as she continued to toy with her asshole. She smirked with delight as slick had already formed on her fingers quite easily.
“I think little kitten is getting excited,” Ivy observed, studying the sheen on her green fingers with mirth before bringing it up to Harley’s lips. The blonde’s wrapped her mouth around Ivy's digits, a pleasant hum turning into a lustful moan as she sucked off Selina’s arousal. Her blue eyes fluttered closed. “She definitely tastes excited, red,” she agreed with a smirk, her breathing becoming ragged as the cat at her pussy was bringing her closer to climax with her skilled tongue. The redhead leaned in closer to her girlfriend to steal a kiss, finally undoing the blonde who moaned against Ivy’s mouth through her gentle orgasm.
She panted softly as Ivy pulled back with a grin, licking her lips as she tasted the thief’s juices off of her lover’s tongue. “Hmmm, yes that she does,” Ivy confirmed, running her hands through Selina’s raven hair affectionately. The blonde gave the leash a bit of slack allowing Selina to greedily regain her lost breath; her eyes were glazed over in a haze as the shine of Harley’s release coated her chin.
“Very good girl, kitty,” Harley praised, planting a kiss between the young woman’s hazel eyes. Selina’s cheeks warmed across her slick covered face. She grunted as a new hand tugged her backwards. She looked directly upwards to see Ivy staring down at her with a carnivorous expression before she bowed her head to place a kiss of her own on her messy lips.
The kiss was haughty and demanding, Ivy pressed her tongue through her lips intent on exploring the cat’s mouth until she found Selina challenging her for control with her own tongue. The villain chuckled lowly as she pulled away. “Ever the fighter catnip–” she observed. She let silence hang in the air as she casually crawled onto the bed, lightly pulling the leash to coax Selina into doing the same.
She waited a beat before she slipped her fingers beneath the fabric of the collar and yanked the cat within an inch of her own face. “Good,” she uttered darkly, green eyes lidded and heavy, “I love a fighter”
Selina realized she had forgotten how to breath as she gazed into those darkened, wicked emerald eyes— the botanist seemed to notice her newfound arousal with a smug chuckle. “Kiss me, little Selina,” Ivy commanded, tone low and poisonous, sending a chill up the thief’s spine inspiring her to comply before she could think to.
Ivy held the collar tight in her fist as she dragged her tongue across the younger woman’s face, collecting Harley’s release. Selina couldn’t help but whimper feeling the botanist lap her warm tongue across her cheek, her neck, her collarbone. She gasped when the tongue strayed further to lap up the remaining drops from the cat burglar’s breasts, of course stopping to suckle a warm tit while she was down there for a while longer than was necessary.
The villain left one last swipe of her tongue across the cat’s closed lips for good measure, before leaning back to appreciate her handiwork, appearing satisfied at Selina's quivering state as she bit her lip at the delicate tremble of her full thighs.
“Daaamn….” Harley sighed out. Selina blinked, gazing over to see Harley reclining on the bed beside them, languidly running a hand between her legs as she watched the show, seemingly enjoying it very much. “That was fucking hot…” she breathed.
Ivy chuckled. “I can’t let a drop of you go to waste, daffodil,” she answered matter of factly, her gaze towards the clown heavy but affectionate. “Aw gee Pammy,” Harley blushed, twirling a lock of dyed hair shyly in her fingers. “Well then…don’t you want a proper taste?” she goaded, giving her hips a teasing roll as she eyed her girlfriend haughtily. “You know I always do, baby—” Ivy started with a purr, releasing her hold on the cat to dip down and give a chaste kiss right over her girl’s clit, making her squeal with a grin. Ivy chuckled again as she leaned up for a quick kiss with her lover, which Harley graciously returned. “—But I have a better idea for how to use your pussy tonight”
A full body shiver ran up Harley’s spine; she loved whenever the usually eloquently spoken woman used such filthy words.
“Oh kitty cat?” Ivy turned to Selina. “Fetch mama her strap,” she ordered sweetly with a snap of her fingers. Catwoman glowered through flustered features, though she obediently began to move off the bed.
She approached the dresser in the corner, finding her prize of the botanist’s favorite toy, about to grab it before—
“Cats don’t have thumbs Selina,” Ivy chastised with a smug wag of her finger. “That’s strike two…careful now sweetheart, just one more and I’ll have to punish you~”
The confused blush of arousal and annoyance growing across the thief’s face warmed her skin. Selina hesitated for a moment before taking a breath to steel herself. Slowly, she took hold of the toy between her teeth, diligently returning it to the pair on the bed in her mouth.
“That’s our sweet kitty,” Ivy cooed scratching her head behind the ears. Selina wanted to retort with some kind of bite but the flutter of sparks in her gut halted her tongue. “Now be a good pet and wet it for mama,” Ivy ordered once she had secured the item around her hips. The woman stood to her full height, towering over Selina’s kneel as she guided the cat’s lips closer to the head of the silicone member with the leash.
The ravenhaired woman swallowed thickly before gently parting her lips and softly taking the tip into her mouth. She was thankful Ivy hadn’t pulled the leash any further or thrust her hips down her throat, giving Selina control of her own speed as she carefully took the faux shaft down her throat, bobbing gently on it. The chore was arousing though she couldn’t help but be a bit irked: the trio knew full well that Harley was more than lubricated to accommodate the toy comfortably—Ivy just wanted to watch Selina kneel and vicariously suck her off. The cat’s eye twitched as did her pussy.
“That’s enough for now, my kitten. Good girl,” Ivy praised, swiping a thumb over her olive cheek to clean a bit of spit from it. Selina fell back to sit on her ankles as she coughed from the emptiness in her throat. Ivy continued to stroke her cheek as she knelt down closer to her level. “Still doing alright Selina?” she asked gently, her green eyes soft.
Catwoman caught her breath before gazing into them in defiance. “Bite me,” she challenged.
“Maybe later if you’re good~” Ivy responded easily, giving a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Right now, you just sit pretty for a moment…mama wants to play with her little sappling”
“She means me~” Harley beamed proudly as she fell back to rest atop the bed. She raised her hands above her head without instruction, splayed out and ready for her lady to dominate her.
Ivy ascended upon her like a lioness on its prey, hovering over her as she used a single hand to pin Harley’s wrists to the bed, meeting no resistance. With her free hand she easily guided the shaft into Harley’s empty cunt, watching as the girl’s eyes roll back in pleasure as the full length eased into her. "That's my good girl," Ivy praised, as their hips became easily flushed against each other. The way Harley's chest rose and fell with her breath was almost hypnotic.
“Is that alright?” Ivy asked tentatively, her freehand stroking up the clown's side. “Better than alright,” Harley confirmed, “please fuck me, mama?” she asked, blue eyes hazy with lust as she looked up at her with that sweet pouted lip she knew the redhead loved. Ivy grinned down at her, “with pleasure my pretty girl~” she purred, pulling the strap out to its head before thrusting back in hard and fast, just the way Harley liked it.
“Ah fuck…” Harley moaned, her back arching as Ivy pounded into her diligently, dropping her mouth down to plant love bites across the jester’s chest.
Selina couldn't help but whimper at the sight, observing the heated ferocity of the pair which seemed more akin to wild animals in heat than sane human beings. She thought this cynically though the throb between her legs proved perhaps it was a thought derived instead from desire.
Harley screamed, fisting the sheet below her as a leg wrapped around her lover’s waist, silently urging for more—Ivy’s thrusts became slower but deeper, hitting all the right spots. The jester’s dazed eyes cracked open as her head dropped to the side, and she noticed the way Selina’s mouth parted open as she watched them.
The clown’s lips curled into a smile, “Aww, red I think kitty’s feeling left out,” she observed. “Well then invite her over,” Ivy responded between husky breaths.
“Here kitty kitty,” Harley grinned curling her finger in the air. Selina rolled her eyes but nevertheless felt a pang of desire course through her as she crawled over to the clown getting speared on the bed. The redhead slowed her thrusts enough to allow Catwoman to mount the blonde’s face without getting thrown off.
Selina sucked in a sharp breath at the little pink tongue which didn’t hesitate to enter into her aching cunt, drinking in her desperate taste. The cat arched her back and would’ve lost her balance if the green hand on her leash hadn’t kept her firmly in place. "Sit and stay~" Ivy smiled venomously.
The villain continued with her deep pace; her movements garnering praise in the clown’s throat which shuddered upwards into Selina, giving the redhead a glimpse of foggy hazel eyes as they glazed over in ecstasy. The botanical villain laughed quietly to herself.
Selina’s eyes thinned in suspicion, “what’s so funny?” she hissed between her breathy gasps. “You’re enjoying this,” the redhead smiled—with the thief’s back somewhat arched Ivy had a wonderful view of her full breasts as they heaved for air, bouncing as she took in each heated breath, jostled slightly by the redhead's thrusts upon the clown. Given Selina’s reactions Ivy suspected Harley had already began fucking the cat’s wet heat with her tongue. She licked her lips at the thought. “You enjoy being our plaything don’t you, little kitten?” her tone was low and hungry.
A low whine emerged from the cat's throat in response.
"It's ok little one, you can admit it," the villain purred, delighting in the younger woman's stalled response. "Aw can't think of words right now?" she tutted, giving a gentle cock of her head, "that's alright...actions speak louder than words." She used the leash to inch the gap between their lips ever so slightly. "Submit to me kitten," she uttered, before closing their lips together. Ivy kissed her as deeply, slipping her tongue passed the cat's lips meeting no struggle.
She pulled back with a proud smile as Selina had still failed to come up with a witty remark nor even an annoyed grunt, only continuing to pant heavily as a blush consumed her face. She looked so soft and pliable under the couple's touch, so desperate for their mercy. A wonderful thrill ran up Ivy’s spine at the sight, and giving a hard final thrust, finished Harley off.
The clown grabbed Selina’s thighs tight in her grip as if her life depended on it as she rode through her second orgasm of the night, her moan of ecstasy muffled by the woman’s pussy as she tongued it mercilessly. Catwoman cried, falling onto the bed as the redhead allowed her to, finally releasing her hold on the leash.
Selina shivered over the bedsheets as warmth washed over her body in waves, her core begging for release. The sensation was so demanding she just barely registered a pair of lips drifting over her shoulder and cheek as a sort of silent praise. "This was a great idea kitty!" she heard Harley goad in her ear, nipping at the shell of skin teasingly. "You shoulda suggested this ages ago~"
"It certainly is one of her better ones," Ivy agreed, taking hold of the clown's chin to guide their mouths together passionately. Harley hummed against he girlfriend's lips happily, and Ivy found herself chuckling at the sound.
“She’s really excited now red, just look at the mess she’s makin’~” Harley giggled, running a hand through Selina’s ruined folds, giggling again as the simple action produced such a husky moan of want.
"Who would've guessed little catnip could have such naughty desires~" Ivy purred, "what other wonderful fantasies are you holding out on us, Lina?" Ivy drifted her hand up the cat's thigh, her dull nails leaving faint streaks over the flesh. Selina shivered at the sensation.
“She’s been so good Pammy, can’t we give her a little something?”
“I don’t know Harl,” Ivy hummed, “pets have to earn my strap…”
“But she sounds a bit frustrated…”
“I can’t imagine why—” Selina snipped, a bit of her moxie finally returning to her as she glanced back at the pair above her.
Ivy smirked. “You know you can just ask me to let you come, kitten?” she said like the fact was obvious.
“No—” the thief started, weakly propping herself up on her hands to look the woman in the eye, “you want me to beg for it,” she glowered. Ivy grinned slow and wickedly, confirming Selina’s observation. Harley nodded, “oh yeah, she loves begging”
“I do…” Ivy uttered before her expression turned manic with desire, “beg for it, my little pet…” she gripped the leash at its base, pulling Selina upwards to her face, knuckles brushing against her throat. “Beg to come on my strap,” she all but hissed.
Selina glared up at her for a beat.
“Please” she mumbled quietly.
Ivy cocked her brow. “Did you say something Harley?” she asked aloud, “I could have sworn I heard a voice….”
Selina’s hazel eye twitched.
“No…” she spat. “I’m not begging you”
Ivy smirked, as if she had expected that answer.
“Well then if that's the case I’m afraid you’ll just have to make yourself come,” she shrugged removing the strap from her hips, tossing it far from the bed.
“I think can manage that...” Selina retorted, "ma'am" she drolled. Her fingers drifted down between her legs before a tug stopped her.
“Now now, pussy cat,” Ivy chided, “you know that’s not how pets pleasure themselves~” she shook her head with a grin so smug it made Selina’s blood hot.
Ivy stood from the bed bringing the younger woman to a kneel next to her on the floor. She gave a tug, prompting the thief to stand on her knees before she placed her green shin between the cat’s thighs. “You know what good little pets do…don’t you?” she hummed.
Selina hated the way her breath halted in her throat as she looked up to the redhead. “You’re serious…?” she breathed.
“You know I am, kitten,” Ivy hissed with an impish smirk. "Go on"
The thief took a breath to swallow her nerves—and perhaps her ego— as she gripped the woman’s thigh and began to grind against her slender leg. If she wasn’t so aroused she’d have probably told the redhead where to stick it instead of degrading herself so…but alas she was very aroused.
“Hnnn…good kitty,” Ivy growled, biting her toxic lip as she felt the other woman’s warm slick collect on her bare skin. She watched down with a dominate mirth as Selina humped against her leg in desperation, refusing to meet her eye.
The poor cat grunted, breath growing heavy with effort—the sensation felt nice but it wasn’t nearly enough to get her anywhere. She hissed in annoyance trying to double her speed, to get something, anything. But there was no difference.
She gave sorrowful whimper.
“Aw nothing?” Ivy tutted in faux sympathy pouting her red lips. “How sad,” she sighed, before clutching the leash tightly. “Clean your mess off my leg” she ordered firmly.
Hazel eyes twitched again as the cat open her mouth to lick her own release off the woman’s evergreen skin. She shivered a bit at the new taste, having never actually tasted herself before—and probably never would have had it not been for the pair accompanying her. Leave it to Harley and Ivy to broaden her horizons in the bedroom, she supposed.
“Hmmm that’s a good girl,” Ivy praised, watching the knealing woman’s tongue lap over her. A pulse formed between her thighs. “Harl care to help me out here?” she smiled to the jester. Harley preened with delight, sauntering over to give her a kiss as a pale hand snuck down to slip inside the botanist leaking flower.
Ivy let out a heated sigh, finding the combination of Harley’s fingers in her cunt and Selina’s tongue on her skin to be oh so pleasant. She definitely made a mental note of that for the future.
Selina blinked up at them as she worked, realizing how distracted the two were she figured now was an opportunity to stealthily finish herself. With Ivy’s eyes closed as the clown rested knuckles deep inside of her, the thief slipped a finger or two between her own neglected lips, doing her best to stifle the sigh of relief which threatened to make itself known.
The cat doubled her efforts with her tongue to try and compensate for her distracted mind. She had hoped the botanist's breathy orgasm would have distracted Ivy long enough to allow her finish herself—but she was very wrong...
“What did I just say?” Ivy hissed pulling the cat’s head back to look strictly down at her. “The pussy can’t touch her pussy—that’s strike three cat~” she announced with something sinisterly joyful in her eyes. Selina couldn’t decide whether that look aroused her or frightened her. She shivered from something she wasn’t sure of.
“Uh oh,” Harley smirked devilishly, “whatcha gonna do about it, red?”
“I think Selina knows,” Ivy hummed, pulling the cat closer and closer to her, until Selina could feel the woman’s warm breath on her cheek. “Say it, little thing”
“P…punishment,” Selina stated, her eyes held wide as she gazed up at the pair with stunted breath.
“Very good, pet,” Ivy praised with a tone that was far too tender for what was to come, Selina decided as the botanist stroked her cheek condescendingly.
The woman glanced over to shoot a smirk at her lover; Harley seemed to understand as she let out an impish little giggle, gladly taking the cat’s reigns as the redhead slipped away.
Harley guided her back onto the bed. “Down girl,” the blonde cooed, leading Selina to lie prone. With the end of the leash she bound Selina’s wrists taut behind her back—the cat didn’t think the material was so sturdy until she gave it a tug and found her efforts useless. Harley laughed, “struggle if you want, but it won’t do ya any good—” she teased, raising the cat’s waist to rest over her lap, her unblemished ass raised high in the air. Harley drummed her fingers against it, chortling at the expectant flinch the thief performed. “—You’re not getting free ‘til red decides you’ve learned some obedience…wanna guess how she’ll do it?” the clown grinned. Given her position, Selina had a feeling where this was going…
“You left one of your bullwhips here last week Selina—” Ivy started as her footsteps reapproached the bed. Selina swore her heart stopped at that announcement. The villain let out a dark chuckle, as if she could smell the cat’s fear. “Harley lost it…so you’ll have to settle for mine~” The thief went limp on the girl’s lap for a moment as she let out a breath of relief. It didn’t last long before she tensed again as the delicate bristles of a cat o nine tails ghosted over her flesh, teasing what was to come. If she hadn’t been so nervously aroused, Catwoman probably would have groaned at the choice of toy…just knowing it was somehow Harley’s idea.
Ivy was practically beaming with delight as she let a few of the bristles tap against the younger woman’s gleaming cunt, causing delicate little shudders. She paused to rub a green finger through her slit, collecting its release. Selina heard a low chuckle.
"Ready Harley?"
"I got her red, she's not goin nowhere," the clown grinned proudly, holding the woman firmly on her lap.
Ivy smiled. "Good...let's teach this cat some manners." That was the only warning Selina got before the whip came own on her. She cried out in surprise.
“Count” Ivy ordered.
“O-one…” Selina gasped.
Thwip
“Two—”
“Don't let her squirm, Harl,” redhead said before the third lash graced that fine olive skin. It wasn’t that hard, it was more the shock than anything that caused the thief to flinch. “Three licks for three strikes, little kitten…” Ivy began “are we going to behave now?”
Selina answered with stubborn silence, daring a defiant glance back at the villain.
Another hit, a bit angrier than the first three, was laid in response. Selina grit her teeth, her instincts screaming at her to crawl away but the clown kept her in place diligently. Ivy sighed, “I guess that's a no…let’s see if you change your tune after thirty~”
Thwip
“Four,” the cat winced, steely herself and resisting the urge to move. “Good girl Lina,” Harley praised gently in her ear, as the cat came to accept her predicament. “See, red? She can behave”
Thwip
“Six…”
“Under certain circumstances,” Ivy noted, letting down another hard whip.
The cat gasped, “e-eleven…” she whimpered. Her ass was hot to the touch now, glistening a lovely pink hue with the ghosts of faint stripes beginning to appear over her flesh. She forced her sob to stay in her throat, refusing to give the redhead at the helm the satisfaction of her submission under her whip. “Fifteen…” she winced through gritted teeth.
“Good kitty, half-way there!” Harley encouraged beside her, pale fingers stroking up her sides. Selina thought she’d move away after her gentle assurance was done but was wrong as she realized the clown’s hands were working their way towards her breasts. The thief bit her lip as skilled fingers pinched her erect nipples.
“Focus cat!” Ivy hissed, the whip baring down on her reddening ass; the strokes were bleeding into a throb now. “Your mind shouldn’t be on Harley, it should be counting!”
“Sevent—een,” Selina choked. Normally she would have inwardly scolded herself for allowing her voice to crack so delicately in front of others, but the sting on her rear demanding attention didn’t leave much else to be considered.
“Eighteen …” she cried, tears falling freely from her eyes now. The delicate touch against her breasts and the painful licks to her cheeks clashed in a way Selina was unsure she could accurately describe. She wanted to give into the softness of Harley’s palms but the harsh whips kept her from fully relaxing. She wanted to steel herself against the Ivy’s lashes, but the tender invitation of those stray fingers made it difficult to brace herself properly.
Thwip
“N…nineteen…” she nearly faltered, sucking in a breath to try to collect herself before twenty.
The dichotomy of pain and pleasure was almost too intense. Too great…she considered admitting defeat and apologizing but decided she dreaded seeing the smug look in the redhead’s emerald eyes if the cat were to admit she had been naughty girl and promised to behave like a good little cat.
“Twenty-two,” she cried. Her ass was stinging something angry and hot. Her mind could perceive nothing else but the dizzying blend of pain and pleasure. Selina swallowed sob that stalled and held in her throat in an uncomfortable way.
Thwip
“T—ythree,” she just managed to wheeze out, voice beginning to fail her. Her cheeks felt like fire, but she could also feel her wet pussy drip and puddle onto the sheets below her. The wind produced by the speed of the whip drifted past her wet lips in a way that made her spine shudder.
That proved to be too much. For once in her life, Selina swallowed her pride.
“D-DIAMONDS, DIAMONDS—fuck!” she screamed. Her lip quivered as she felt the fabric under her face dampen from her tears and a pair of nibble fingers unbind her wrists as another pair undid the leash from her neck all together.
“Easy Lina, you’re alright,” she faintly heard Harley, as the clown pulled her into her small arms. “You’re alright babygirl, you’re safe…we’re both here, we’ve got you,” she assured, bringing her to rest against her chest, careful to mind the angry skin on her rear. She glanced over the cat’s shoulder to her lover as she approached the pair with a vile of ointment.
“It’s over now Selina,” Ivy promised, “we’re done,” her voice was as gentle as her hands applying the salve to thief’s burning ass. The poor cat winced at the touch to her abused skin. “Sh sh,” Ivy cooed softly, “this will stop the pain, you won’t feel anything anymore,” she explained. She was right as the botanical villain’s homemade potion numbed her skin on contact, silencing the pain for the time being. Selina released a heavy sigh of relief she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
“You’re ok darling,” Ivy murmured into her ear, stroking a hand over her shoulder, “...and we aren’t upset.”
“No way, we’re proud of you kitty!” Harley seconded with a tender enthusiasm.
“Very proud,” Ivy hummed, her features warm, as she rubbed circles across the cat's skin.
Selina swallowed thickly as she panted in their grasps, small tremors shaking through her limbs. She shut her eyes in attempts to calm them, however the steady beat of the clown’s heart against her cheek and the warm green skin on her shoulder rubbing over her made it difficult to focus. The surrounding touches overwhelmed her and somehow did more to alert than soothe as they were intended to.
The cat wormed out of Harley’s arms.
“D-don’t smother me—” she mumbled weakly, her attempt to sound despondent and annoyed failed as her voice cracked again. She winced audibly in embarrassment as she crawled to the edge of the bed, hiding her face from the other women to wipe private tears from her cheeks. She exhaled with shaky breath. “…I’m fine” she asserted as firmly as she could muster.
Harley suppressed a whimper in her throat, feeling her arms become empty. “Don’t be sad Harl, I’ll cuddle with you,” Ivy offered pulling the abandoned clown into her arms. Harley smiled up at her softly before turning back to the catburglar with her back still turned away. She inched up to whisper in her lover’s ear, “I don’t think Selina’s fine, red” she whined, worry knitting her brow.
“She will be, she just needs space…everyone recovers differently,” Ivy explained combing through her blonde hair. “Not everyone is as cuddly as you after a heavy scene, peanut,” she cooed, nuzzling against Harley’s cheek. The clown chuckled softly, “you like it when I’m cuddly~” she smirked.
“I do~” the redhead confirmed, planting a kiss on the jester’s cheek fondly.
When it seemed her breathing had regained its composure Ivy moved to sit beside Selina on the edge of the bed, carefully setting a warm hand on her shoulder. “All good?” she uttered into the thief’s ear
“Yeah…” the Selina sniffed, the tension leaving her back at Ivy’s touch, much to the trio’s relief. “Thanks…” she mumbled as she wiped her wet cheek, “...both of you”
“Of course,” they both responded, planting a kiss on either side of her cheek.
“Have you had enough Selina?” Harley asked gently, coming to rest on her stomach beside the ravenhaired woman’s lap. Selina swallowed, hesitating for a moment. “Say what’s on your mind,” Ivy offered, “this is a safe space”
“I—” Selina started slowly, “…I want you to fuck me…” she admitted slowly, pausing as the redhead rubbed circles over her spine.
“But…?” The botanist whispered softly, patiently. “But…” Selina continued, “can we just do it the old-fashioned way?” she whispered.
She heard the clown snort to her side. “Define ‘old-fashioned’ Selina…like missionary?”
The cat cringed, “oh god no” The pair of women laughed beside her and the thief couldn’t help but crack a small smile. There was that inviting warmth the couple always carried with them. Catwoman was reminded of how safe she was.
“Just…I don’t know…” Selina continued a bit more comfortably, though still struggled to find the proper words.
“Without all the fanfare…?” Ivy answered for her with a quirked brow, a gentle, almost kind smile on her lips.
Selina nodded. Ivy’s smile grew wider, but never lost its tenderness as she leaned in to kiss her cheek, her hand reaching up to slip the little suede collar off the younger woman’s neck. “If that’s what makes kitty happy~” she purred, gently plucking the cat ears from her black hair to set them aside with the other accessories.
“And we love making her happy,” Harley smiled, kissing the side of her olive thighs. “Oh yes we do,” the botanist agreed, wrapping her arms around the cat’s middle before falling back onto the mattress. Ivy laid on her back as Selina rested atop her, warm lithe hands reached up to fondle her full olive breasts, prompting the little cat to release a sigh as her head lolled onto the redhead’s shoulder.
“Is this alright?” the redhead whispered into her ear, her hands rubbing steady, nonspontaneous circles. “Yeah…” the thief sighed, hazel eyes fluttering, “please give me more”
“Oh, so the kitten can say please,” the woman teased lightly, but didn't waste another moment to drift down between Selina’s thighs and finally plunge into her neglected folds. The cat arched beautifully against her at the welcome intrusion. "Th-thank you..." she whimpered.
Pale hands spread her knees apart a bit further as Harley crawled up in between them. “Want me to play with this, kitty?” she grinned, two fingers taking a gentle hold of the fluffy tail still nestled snugly inside her. “You seemed to enjoy it earlier~” the clown recalled with a smile.
Selina shivered as the blonde gave the toy a light tug, stretching her asshole so wonderfully. “Y-yes…” she breathed, feverishly nodding her head, “please.” Harley needed no more confirmation to begin gently fucking her ass with the plug watching the delicate way her body reacted to both holes being played with.
Selina rolled her hips into the alternating thrusts of the two women, her breath growing shallow as she writhed in Ivy’s arms, her thighs trembling around Harley’s head. “I think our pretty kitten is about to come, Harley,” Ivy noted smoothly. “Well then let’s not keep our good girl waiting, red,” the blonde hummed, leaning up to wrap her lips around Selina’s swollen clit as her girlfriend curled her fingers against that inner bundle of nerves.
The cat screamed in the women’s grasp as her built up orgasm finally overcame her. Ivy slowly pumped her fingers as Selina rode through the aftershocks, with Harley gently peppering sweet kisses along the insides of her thigh, before gently sliding the plug out to be discarded with the rest of the evening’s toys.
Selina caught her breath as the women moved to curl around her, the cat sandwiched between them in an embrace as they each caught their respective breaths. Catwoman let out a tired sigh as she came down from her high; the couple's touch not so overwhelming as it was before but rather warm and safe. Selina hid a smile against Ivy's chest.
“So, pet stuff is too much then?” Ivy inquired aloud, holding the cat’s head to her chest. Harley nodded. “I’m thinking it’s probably not a repeat, red,” she said, gently massaging the tension from Catwoman's back.
“I don’t know if I’d say that…” Selina interjected in a mumble.
“Oh~?” the redhead pulled back to look down at her, her interest piqued. “Did kitten enjoy more than she let on?” Ivy teased, ghosting fingers up her side teasingly. "She really is a naughty girl isn't she?"
“Shut up,” Selina grumbled sinking further into her arms as the villain chuckled above her. “I didn’t hate it—” Selina continued after a moment, choosing to elaborate no further on the multitude of warm and bubbly feelings the night had brought her. “—But the flogging was definitely too much...”
“Noted…” Ivy hummed, “we won’t do that again” she promised
“Aww,” Harley frowned, leaning up to look at the redhead with soft eyes, “really?”
“Calm down Harl,” the redhead grinned, “we won’t do it to Selina again…I know your ass can handle far worse than that,” she smiled, extending her hand to give a swift smack to the girl’s rear to accentuate her point. Harley bit her lip with a giggle.
“—Because she’s a masochist,” Selina uttered.
“Yeah, and what about it?” Harley challenged with a grin into her ear.
“Nothing” Selina sighed, “you do you Harl…right now I’m going to do me—I feel gross,” she announced removing herself from the pair to slide off the bed. She started on shaky legs towards the bathroom door. Harley frowned.
“What, alone?” she whimpered.
“Cats bathe themselves Harl, don’t take it personally,” Ivy explained.
Selina slicked back her sweat filled hair as she glanced over her shoulder at the dejected clown left abandoned on the bed, a thick pout on her soft pink lips as she looked after the thief longingly.
Catwoman sighed, and after a moment gestured her chin towards the bathroom door...though not without a light smile on her lips. Harley released a shrill squeal of joy at the invitation, skipping over to take Selina by the hand and leading the pair to the bathtub to clean off the night’s activities.
Ivy chuckled as she followed the two into the little washroom.