Page 39 of Poison Ivy
I growl against her skin. “I want to break you apart and put you back together. I want to hear you scream my name until your voice gives out. I want to fill every hole you have with my cum until you’re dripping with it. I want to slice your skin open and see you bleed. I want to chain you up and make sure you can never escape. I can’t get enough of you, Poison. Fuck.”
Poison moans, her pussy clenching around my cock. “Fuck, Bram. You’re so deep.”
I reach between us to rub harsh circles on her clit. “Come for me, little killer. Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock.”
Poison cries out, her body shuddering as her orgasm crashes over her. Her cunt clamps down on me like a vice, and I groan, burying my face in her neck, licking her skin, trying to get a taste of that signature wild raspberry. “That’s it, Poison. Claim my cock,” I growl as I lick her all the way from her jugular to her mouth. My hand goes around her neck, and I squeeze tight as I pound her pussy harder, faster, the idea of being alone with her trapped driving me closer to the edge.
“Bram,” she purrs. “Fuck me harder.”
I grab her arse and bury myself even deeper into her, scraping my knuckles on the bark of the tree behind her. “Fuck, Poison. I’m never going to let you go.”
20
IVY
Bram’s words are chilling.I take him completely seriously as he pants that he isn’t going to let me go. But that is not an option, and not just because The Syndicate will have my head if I don’t check in, and his for delaying me. Somehow, I have to find a way to get out of this. I close my eyes and remember my new ability. Could it help?
As Bram slams his cock into me, hurting my back against the tree, I drift off, focusing on the forest around me. That’s how I did it last time, by focusing on the nature all around me. I’m fully immersed in it now, so surely I can do this. I need to be able to get the poison ivy to come out so I can escape his clutches and get out of here.
I close my eyes, trying to focus on the forest around me despite Bram’s relentless pounding. I reach out with my mind, feeling for that connection to nature I tapped into before. At first, there’s nothingbut the sensation of Bram fucking me raw against the tree. But then I feel it - a faint stirring, like tendrils of energy reaching back to me.
Bram slams into me and grunts loudly, spurting his load into my battered pussy, and I know I have seconds to make this work.
The forest is alive around us, teeming with energy. I latch onto the stirring, drawing it towards me. Slowly, I feel my arms turn to vines, loose and weak.
Bram is too lost in his own pleasure to notice. So, I focus on getting them to strengthen. They snap into some semblance of power, and in the next second, they are bursting through the tendrils of dark fae magick that are holding me in place.
I open my eyes and move my body to ease the stiffness from the cold and the battering I’ve been given, which makes Bram aware of his surroundings again.
He frowns when I drop my leg and lash out with my viney arms.
They wrap around him, pulling him away from me.
“What the fuck?” he snarls, trying to swat them away. But more keep coming, faster now. My human-form arms are non-existent now. Just green tentacles with ivy leaves blowing in the breeze as I move rapidly.
Bram is now entangled in a mass of poison ivy vines. His skin is already starting to blister and swell where they touch him.
“Sorry, darling,” I purr, extricating myself from his grasp. “Looks like nature’s on my side.”
Bram roars in fury, dark magick crackling around him as he tries to fight off the plants. His healing kicks in, but he can’t heal completely when I’ve still got a hold on him. The next task I have is how to get away from him if I have to let him go.
I back away from Bram as he struggles against the poison ivy vines.
“You fucking bitch!” he snarls, eyes blazing with fury.
Still keeping him restrained, I visualise the vines remaining around him while I get my human arms back. Is that even possible?
Only one way to find out.
I prepare myself to run for my life in the middle of the forest, naked, fucked to breaking point and alone. But it’s this or face much worse odds, and I don’t mean at the hands of Bram.
Willing this to work, to my amazement, it does - my arms slowly transform back while the poison ivy continues to restrain him. He is unable to throw his magick at me, it seems, while the ivy is doing damage to him.
Holy shit, this is big.
“How the fuck are you doing this?” Bram growls, still struggling against the vines.
I back away slowly, keeping my concentration on maintaining the plant prison around him. “A girl’s got to have some secrets, Bram.”
