Poison Ivy Male Novels & Stories

“You’ve got the antidote, right?” He shook his head, avoiding my gaze. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I’m out of the antidote.” “What?” The word came out louder than I intended, my fear giving way to anger. “You’re a doctor! How can you be out of something so important?” He sighed heavily. “The poison ivy used on him isn’t common, Tesla. I didn’t expect to encounter it, let alone in such a severe case.” “So what, that’s it?” I snapped. “You’re just going to let him die?”

"But I ran out of yogurt because I used it to make coffee for the boss this morning." Ivy raised a carton of milk high, empty inside, and Ryan saw it. This action was nothing short of teasing him about his misconception that he had been drinking milk from her breasts. Seeing Ryan's flushed face, it was evident that he was still sore, not only having been outmatched in the battle but also being bluntly told that he wasn't considered a man by her. Ryan, is there any greater humiliation for a man than that? "It's not very nutritious," Mason exclaimed, still showing concern for Ivy. "You should eat properly, with a variety of foods."

A tear went down Ariel's left cheek as she listened to her mothers story. "And when I saw the man who did it I said this man? Are you sure? He didn't look like he could hurt a fly. I mean, sure, the man was damn near seven feet tall, and about three hundred pounds, but he didn't look like the type and yet he was the same man who shot both his grandparents and ripped out his mother's spine and I don't even want to tell you what he did after. I did a research paper on him and came across plenty of other statistics and the majority were white men. I feel bad for projecting my fear on that young man, but I can't help it. White men are not what they seem." Ivory explained.

He asked humorously and Ivy chuckled before stepping back beaming with smiles. The door opened and a young man clad in a charcoal black and silver grey metallic coarse and Floral pattern jacquard tuxedo suit, charcoal black lapel and cuff detailing,bow tie and tuxedo pant trousers stepped in. Ivy stood up and approached Leon who was standing by the door. She placed her hand in his and gave him an approving smile,then walked to her father who was accessing Leon carefully with his eyes.

Instantly, the scent of pussy and cum harasses my nostrils. Lying on the armchair is none other than Ivy. She's naked, and standing in between her legs is a bulky guy about six inches tall. He has bald hair. I'm very certain he's one of her sex toys. Ivy has turned down all the men wanting to mate with her because she wanted me. The guy's length is lodged into her womanhood, pleasuring her while another female with burnt brown hair is tickling Ivy's clit. She holds the sides of Ivy's pussy lips so the guy can penetrate her deeply.

Martin replied. "Oh, okay, thanks," Ivy said, making her way to the door that led to the back of the club. She opened it, and it looked like an alley. She had never been to this part of the building before. It was so dark she could hardly see. She wanted to turn back when she heard grunting. Maybe someone was in pain. "Is someone out there?" Ivy called out. "Pundy, is that you?" The racket intensified. She saw a man holding a crying Pundy, a naked Pundy. Her clothes were torn, and he was...she couldn't even think.

“Is it that bad? What happened exactly?” “A stupid man groped me and I slapped him,” Ivy said, voice teteering on the brink of anger and humiliation. “The bastard has a wife with three kids. One of their children, a boy, happens to be my patient. Poor boy has a hole in his heart and to think his father is now acting like this.” “Oh, Ivy, I'm so sorry to hear that,” I said, my heart filled with immense pity for her. “Thanks, Jo. This is exactly why I can't have a relationship with any man. All of them always find ways to piss me off,” Ivy scoffed.

I tipped my head back, looking up, "Never had a supervillain before...but I'm developing a taste for them." She was grinding to get my tongue as deep as possible, and I savored the taste. Breathing in the feminine arousal, as my tongue worked back and forth through the steamy warmth, I was definitely intoxicated with the musk. It had to be rich in pheromones, unmistakably, one of Poison Ivy's superpowers.

Aston stepped out of the infirmary before he returned in his hands, he was clutching a set of herbs that he placed in front of Levy and started grinding them in the pestle as he explained, “ Poison of ivy is like a bane for witches just like how silver reacts when it touches our skin—— but two times worse. Unlike silver that can be extracted with the help of healers' magical powers, the poison of ivy is something that sticks to the skin of witches and does not budge until it's forcefully ejected.”

His massive body went completely rigid, the muscles in his arms and legs tensing in a violent spasm that forced him to withdraw the boot from my hand all at once. “Ivy...! What... what did you do?!” Mark stammered, turning his head back with an agonizing slowness, with black blood beginning to gush in a continuous stream around the silver handle of the letter opener. Ivy did not answer him with words. She took a step back, her hands stained red and her face transfigured by a coldness I had never seen in her before. Her breathing was a hurried whistle. “I told you... I told you that I had a male” Ivy whispered, her voice coming out firm, without a single trace of the fear that had kept her hi