Love and Lust Poison Ivy & Starfire - Sex Stories

Love and Lust Poison Ivy & Starfire

... and respected woman that broke out of the restrictive chains men had entrapped womankind with, not a common Gotham hussy, a doting housewife waiting for her man to come back home to her!

Yet that was exactly what she was doing now, waiting for Nightwing to come back and ravish her the same way he had that fateful night.

Her plan had been so simple--Pamela wanted a man, a toy that she could use to sate her wanton desires, something her loving vines or Harley's strap-on couldn't imitate. Batman had obviously been vetoed as an option, as Ivy's previous attempts to seduce him always failed--but not his former sidekick, who'd grown up into a muscular hunk who's skin-tight outfit left nothing to the imagination. Pamela assumed that it would've been easy to have Nightwing wrapped around her finger, especially after discovering the fact that he was still a virgin.

The morning after Pamela had stolen his virginity, the green-skinned seductress wasn't too upset that her newfound lover had left after she'd passed out from how intensely he had fucked her. She had smirked and laughed to herself then, assuming he'd come crawling back for more, unable to resist the allure of her curvy body...

Afterwards she had then feasted on the excess seed that Dick had unleashed into her cunt, asshole, and even between her breasts. (Pamela was still somewhat angry that the former Boy Wonder had treated her tits like an additional hole to unload his cum into, and planned on punishing him ...

... for that when he came back) His seed was delicious, far saltier than the sweetest fruit her babies could offer or the orgasmic juices of another woman, yet Pamela found herself addicted to his taste.

She had to have more of him.

After a day, a small amount of doubt had formed within Pamela, yet she was confident enough in her sexiness and seductive skill that there was NO WAY her lover would leave her to go back to his stupid, bimbo alien girlfriend.

After a week, Pamela wasn't so sure.

After two weeks Pamela was filled with a burning hatred...but surprisingly, not at Nightwing, but at herself, for being stupid enough to think a man would not disappoint her.

The old Pamela at this point probably would have attacked Titans Tower with an army of plants, taken her boy toy by force, and then used her pheromone-laced pollen to force Dick Grayson to be her lover, her plaything, her source of delicious cum.

But Pamela was trying to improve herself now, at least trying to make herself more of a neutral force in the eyes of the superhero community. And it wasn't just because Batman would leave her alone, Pamela did genuinely want to better herself, ease off turning people into her slaves and feeding them to her carnivorous plants--

Though she wasn't about to quit being an eco-terrorist altogether...in fact in recent years her crusade to protect plant-kind had been viewed in a more favorable light by the general populace...of course, her "fans" were probably more ...