She could have let him falter, let him make an educated guess and take a risk, but instead the woman was helping him. It was a testament to how much Poison Ivy wanted this as much as Batman did. If this was simply an act of manipulation she would not have cared what his fingers did to the southern cave she housed, but it was clear she did care her gentle touch affirmed that much. Her fingers and grip were delicate as they guided his hand and Batman made sure to take note of the force and gentleness she used in the various locations. His fingers continued to revel in the slick sweet nectar her flowering cave produced with her amazing guidance.<br/><br/>Of course that was not the only place where anything was happening, Ivy spoke to him, making sure her hot breath was on his mouth, her teeth at his bottom lip. His lips were slightly puffed from the kisses and nibbles, her own succulent lips with some nice puffiness too that made them more plump and lucious. Their forms pressed closer, he could feel her firm round mounds against his bare chest. His body shivered in response, it was a wonderful feeling, and then she had grabbed the pointy ear on his cowl to yank his head backward. His suit covered his neck well, but it was thinner as her lips smeared red lipstick under the jaw of his suit. Perhaps it was intended to be a lasting reminder when this trip to the cabin was all over. Of that he could not be certain, what he did know was that the meaning behind a kiss on the neck was not missed in the slightest as he wished to move his other arm to grab around her back and caress it.<br/><br/>Then her hand left his, she had taught him how to best please her. The words of e couragement came with respect and trust. She had to trust him to lesve his hand alone, though the vines on his arm still held him hostage if need be, but for pleasure she trusted her teachings and his movements. The percieved respect came from the way she encouraged him. It wasn't demeaning or condescending in any way, though it would not have made any difference in thos case. It was time now for him to show he deserved that trust. He also knew that going against her trust would prove to be costly for him, of course those thoughts were nowhere near the forefront of his mind.<br/><br/>With the gentle smoothness she had taught him to use his fingers slid along the blossoming lips she held down below while her hips gyrated into his hand pressing the back of it into his codpiece making things a but uncomfortable. He ignored the slight discomfort though and continued to focus on her pleasure. It was not a race, not a chore as she had said, it was about pleasure, and he figured that the more he provided her the more she would provide him. On the way back her force pushed his fingers slightly inside of her folds before he found the bud of pleasure she held. Once there he remembered how she had taught him to be firm and gradually increase the pressure which he did.<br/><br/>Batman himself grunted in pleasure with how things were going as he repeated the motions with his right hand some more. His fingers ocassionally dipped inside her folds, the depth slowly increasing as he used some of the same firmness to vibrate against the walls of her southern cave. He stuck to much of what she taught him, but tried not to be too repetative and predictable.<br/><br/>There was no shame in finding himself in his present situation. At least not in his own eyes and he doubted many would argue against him. He had resisted many of her tempting advances from the first night up to now. There was only so much a man could take though, and he could at least be satisfied in the fact that he had pushed her own lust and arousal to the limits as well. Had he broken earlier it would not have been the same the lust would have been more one sided, maybe not entirely one sided, he felt she had some attraction to him from the start or he would be dead, but he would have been the only one to give in to primal urges. Here they both had, though he quite possibly had cracked first.