'her fruit was ripe. i bit.'

WARNING; the text is meant for mature audiences ONLY.

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She was angled just so now, those trio of fingers angling just so to swell inside her and quickly pull out. Pumping that hand faster he would press her against him, refusing to allow her to escape now as he went for a kill. His entire hand locked tightly, more possessive squeezing of that exposed breast, more nipping and suckling, and finally he went for pay dirt. Small pinken bud down below being greeted by that once breast's former captor, allowed fingers to lightly ease of that mess of a woman and massage her clit. This coupled with the now open rocking he was doing would allow that still covered length to probe down that cheek of ass and work her every button at once. He wanted it, and he was going to rip that orgasm out of the good doctor till she was a panting, stupefied puddle of a woman. Oh, the jerk, he even made a sound. That faint, almost pleased snicker right against that ear. His face pressing into that gorgeous blonde hair, inhaling every scent she was offering him now and savoring it all.

"Ohh. please, I can't..." She was panted through groans and moans, like nights before on her back fingers between her legs she'd beg for release, but this time he was actually there. Dirty little secret that would come out sooner or later, when Harley was brought to Arkham's office she was shaking because of fear, no she was shaking because she was excited. Her body openly quivered as he skillfully pushed at every single button the doctor possessed and she was ready to just melt, his fingers now soaked her own fluids. She was squirming now, trying to get away from him so she wouldn't become putty in his hands. But she couldn't it was just too good, even if he would have let her go, she would have remained where he placed her. Now she begged him, she for him to let her, she was fighting off the oncoming orgasm but she couldn't not anymore. She didn't ask, she just went with it, her body tensed and her lower half started to tighten around his fingers, wishing it was something else. But he got what he wanted, she screamed for him. Screamed because of him, moaned his name as that climax rocked her to her core. Thank god she had her hands on the counter she might have fallen over.

And he would milk it out of her, feeling that clench around his fingers and giving a shudder at thoughts he had. That hand was soaked, covered now in what he had made. Listening to that yell, he could only give one final longing stab at her before he took his hand and allowed it to fall slowly from between those legs. Letting that sticky mess of a woman lean forward, he'd move a free hand to scoop some of that hair out of her face before her juices were forced into her mouth. He was vulgar. He was dirty. And he was more than willing to make her just like him when it came to this, getting her to clean his hand, he'd tug open that shirt, pulling it to expose that neck and plant another heavy kiss against her skin. The light feeling of something being padded and tugged free from her, before he'd thumb along the object and give a lurid smile in the dark. Joker Card shifted and slid back into that pantie's lining before he gave a assuring pat and turned her in the dark. A snug grip of her hair, before he pressed himself squarely against her half naked form in that ominously dark room. Fingers locked into that blonde hair, tugging her slightly so that her head turned, and sealed a kiss into her panting mouth, forcing her whimpering or whatever cooing she was making to shush. And then she was stepped away from, voice trailing away casually. "I had to stop, I might have killed you. Promise is a promise after all." A clunk, and a blinding flash of light, before he'd swing door open and step out. Walking to the first guard he found with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. He had claimed he was lost, and willingly returned to his cell much to the new found worry of Arkham and other's no doubt.

She wanted to know what was going throw his mind at this point, it was a strictly personal want, nothing medical about that there. Thankfully the bathroom walls where pretty thick, or someone might have heard her screaming the mad man's name like she herself had gone mad. She took whatever he gave her, her other pretty little pink muscle licking softly at his fingers, cleaning herself off him. She didn't care, she wanted him, she'd do whatever to make him happy. This had to be some kind of drug, she thought to herself, but she didn't care. She was still sea legged when he exposed her chest and kissed her, she gasped and moaned for him. She bit down at lip when he found the card, she was thinking of excuses, but she didn't have one. She'd tell the truth if asked why she had his card. She was in heaven now with him that close to her, and he kissed her. She was still panting when he did it, so she stole his breath and used it as her own when he kissed her. She could barely think to push back when he kissed her. He was half right when it came to killing her, what a why to go, but Harley stood there panting, her body feeling light and airy like she was nothing at all. This was the beginning of the end of Harleen Quinzel, Harley Quinn, just got her first taste of the Joker. She remained there, a good twenty minutes collecting herself, thankfully she'd locked the door behind him. Gathering herself, she examined the keep black mark on her neck, she hadn't had a hickie since she was a teenager and this wasn't going to be covered up with make up, like she'd do it anyways. She thought of it as a marking, it was from him. Poor Arkham he doesn't stand a chance now.

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there is a reason he's doing it in the dark.