Eaten Alive*

"Tch." Jaina unconsciously clicked her tongue.

She couldn't believe what Sora had just ordered her. Since when did he become close with Harley Quinn? Why did the little rabbit have to help him get his alone time? Was this the reason he even chose this place to hang out? A surge of envy and disappointment flooded her senses.

"Hmmm. Do you know him? Who was that?" Poison Ivy asked. Her gaze was still on the place they left. Jaina took a silent breath and got into character.

"Ivy, Ivy, Ivy. You must live under a rock." The rabbit joked.

"What do you mean?"

"Have you never checked out the gram? His face is all over that app."

"Oh, that social media app? Harley lives on it. I don't bother with that. Seeing all those places stolen from nature…I hate seeing the plants and trees get cut down." A bit of anger could be heard in Ivy's voice.

"I-I see. Um…well his name is Sora, and he's a Lockhart." Jaina revealed. The femme fatale raised an eyebrow.

"Lockhart? As in the Lockhart Foundation?"

"One and the same."

"...So he's rich."

"Wealthy is a better word for it."

"Drowning in money, but he can't help the trees? Probably just another corrupt man." Ivy snorted. The rabbit gave a wry smile.

"I'm sure if you asked him, he'd do something about it. He's got a fanclub too. Look at all these edits!"

Jaina pulled out her phone and logged onto the gram. It only took a few seconds to reach the fanclub thread, since she watches them from time to time. There were clips and videos of him. Each of them were edited and titled as 'Exclusive Footage.'

Ivy smiled with amusement. Unfortunately, the longer she watched, the worse her expression became. The dots were connecting. Harley was weak to a man such as this.

"He looks like a player. Is he a playboy?"

"I-I don't think he is…" Jaina answered.

"Hmm." It sounded more like a grunt.

Ivy couldn't help but grab a glass full of alcohol and gulp it down. Immediately after, she rose from her seat. Her destination was obvious. The femme fatale needed to check on Harley. Jaina immediately rose to her feet.

"Wait!" She yelped with a bit too much energy.

Ivy turned back to her with a frown. The rabbit was struggling to come up with a distraction. As her mind worked overtime, she couldn't help but think to herself.

'He owes me for this!'

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Meanwhile, as soon as Harley and Sora turned the corner, the beautiful blonde jumped on him. Her legs wrapped around his waist. The young Lockhart held her by her perky ass, feeling incredibly soft in his hands. Harley's warm tongue was already forcing its way into his mouth.

They tasted each other as he continued walking. His light sense worked in tandem, searching for her bedroom. It barely took a moment to find a messy room with a poster of his face. That had to be it.

A string of saliva fell to the ground as they separated. Harley didn't let up for a second, her lips exploring his jawline. Lipstick marks were left behind.

"Harls…open the door." He whispered with a slight smile.

"Mnnn…" She only hummed in response. His skin was too enticing.

"Harls. Harls!"

"I'm doing it, I'm doing it."

One of her hands searched behind her for the knob. She eventually found it, opening the door. They quickly entered the room.

BAM

Harley finally got off of him, pressing him against the door. She didn't want to wait any longer. Her hands tore off his shirt, buttons flying in every direction. A gulp could be heard as her eyes feasted on this treat.

She quickly fell to her knees before grabbing his belt. Sora's pants were pulled down just enough for his rod to break free. It landed right on top of her face.

"Haah…Haah…" Her warm breaths caused his shaft to twitch.

The lady clown rubbed her face against it. One of her hands wrapped around the base, slapping it against her cheek. She finally looked up into his eyes.

"Thanks for the meal!"

Without further ado, her lips opened. She took the slab of meat into her wet mouth. Harley made it all the way to the base without gagging. Sora was impressed. It felt nice and cozy in her throat. She was skilled, and the insides of her throat squeezed around him.

"Guh.." The sleepy man grunted.

His gaze went up to the ceiling, just to see a picture of himself. The lady clown probably gazed at it whenever she lied down. Truly a red flag for normal people. Not for him though. Now that she'd gotten his entire shaft wet, she pulled back to the tip.

POP

A beautiful sound spread through the room as his phallus unclogged her throat. Her head turned to the side which allowed him to feel the inside of her cheek. She used her hand to rub it up and down against the soft flesh, her tongue playing with it.

Harley was amazing. After taking it out of her mouth, she french kissed the side of it. Her hand was constantly milking him. A ridiculously incredible sensation caused him to look down. The blonde beauty was blowing spit bubbles on his length.

'Holy shit.' He thought, doing his best not to burst.

"Ha! Are you okay? Don't pass out on me, puddin. You won't be able to feel the rest if you're out cold. It'll be great for me though."

"Don't stop. Keep going." He groaned.

The lady clown went back to his tip again, her wet tongue running circles around the opening. Each cycle of her tongue caused his legs to shiver. The tip was an extremely sensitive part of a man that only grew more sensitive when played with. Sora had dubbed her the blowjob queen. The pleasure she gave was in a different realm.

At that moment, footsteps could be heard approaching the door. Right behind Sora. Both of them froze.

"Harls?" A voice called out from afar. It was Ivy.

Harley smiled up at Sora. The young Lockhart could already get an idea of what she was thinking. The crazy beauty didn't disappoint.

"How long can you hold your breath?" She whispered.

Without waiting for an answer, the blonde took his length all the way to the base once more. Her throat wrapped around him again. She squeezed him, begging for his milk.

"Fffffff!" Sora almost growled.

He could feel it. The climax was almost there. Even though nothing had come out yet, she was swallowing. This put pressure on his shaft.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Harls! Are you there?"

Harley's head went back and forth, deepthroating his length over and over. It was fairly simple but the slight twist of her head turned it into a masterful technique. Sora grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to the base. His rod went straight down her esophagus and stayed there.

Her plump lips were touching the skin of his pelvis. While keeping her speared on his meat, he let go of the dam blocking back the river. His seed went straight into her stomach. She tried to swallow but it only made him feel more pleasure.

He pulled back and speared her once again. More batter shot down her throat. It was a lot, some of it bursting out of her nose. Her makeup was ruined.

"I know you're there! Answer me!" Ivy spoke again. A hint of irritation could be heard.

A plant vine slowly grew from under the door. It was rising toward the door knob. In about ten more seconds, she'd have it open.

The two swayed from side to side, since he still had her stuck on his length. He could see the outline on her throat. There were a few more spurts before he pulled back, allowing her to breathe.

"Agaahh…"

The sound of air returning to a woman's lungs was something he'd never get tired of hearing. He quickly pulled up his pants, putting away his rod which was still slick with Harley's spit.

Flashing to the closet, he snatched another shirt. The vine was wrapping around the door knob. Harley gave him the peace sign, showing him the semen that was still in her mouth. Sora smiled before vanishing. The sexy clown swallowed it and tiptoed toward the bathroom.

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That was when Ivy burst into the room. She immediately walked toward the bathroom where noises could be heard. It was a good thing she didn't look up, or she'd see the poster of Sora.

"Harley! Didn't you hear me? I was calling for you!"

"Oh, hey Ivy! What's the matter, bestie?"

Harley could be seen over the sink, reapplying her makeup. She had already wiped her face with a wet towel. Ivy frowned.

"Where's Sora? Didn't you give him a new shirt?"

"Yeah, he should be downstairs already."

"Really? But I didn't see him on the way here."

"Mnn…Maybe he stopped by the public restroom?"

"Siiiigh. Alright. I was just making sure you were okay. Didn't want him to take advantage of you."

"It's fine even if he did take advantage. He's so handsome after all!"

"Harls! See, this is why I always worry. You better not tell him that. I know his type. He'd do it in a heartbeat."

"Relaaaaaax. I won't, I won't." Harley answered half heartedly while putting her lipstick back on.

"At least not until I know if he's a good guy or not."

"Ok! I promise. Be quick about it, though! I want to fuck him already!"

"So vulgar…" Ivy rolled her eyes at Harley's dirty mouth.