Being told he was a good boy only furthered his resolve that this was the right course of action. The reality of the situation was that it may have been a terrible idea, but sometimes doing the wrong thing felt so good, both mentally and physically. His body thirsted for her, yearned to feel the moistness between her legs that was erotically slid across the codpiece that covered his manhood. No doubt some of her slick wetness left residue on his suit, maybe it was intentional, like marking her territory or something. Of course Batman's mind focused very little on that as her succulent lips kissed the bare patch of his chest she had exposed.<br/><br/>Being moved into a sitting positon by the vines, to where the goddess before him was straddling his hips while they sat on the bed was a rush. Normally an act that would be difficult in his rigid suit was done fluidly with the assistance of the vines she commanded. It was a marvel how Poison Ivy used her vines to keep him restrained even as some freedoms were given. His right wrist was freed, his arm allowed to move, though only when she wanted it to, otherwise the vines around his biceps and forearm held him snug and firm. Their lips met once more in a rousing moment of passion. The kiss likely designed to turn the thirsty hero drunk, which the release of more pheremones into his system was bound to do. It was all a matter of time, he was done resisting her, done fighting temptation, though the bonds were a nice touch he wasn't sure they were necessary. Still at the same time there was something masochistly erotic about being bound up in her vines that excited him more and more, he secretly loved it.<br/><br/>Her nimble fingers were magical as the glove was removed, and then for the second time he touched her skin. This was the first time however he had touched her soft skin of her abdomen. He felt the faint ridges of her muscles, clearly she had some tone there though she was not overly muscular by any means. Lower and lower she took his hand to the promise land. A deep breath to control his anticipation and excitement filled his lungs and was let out. Beyond kissing they still had done nothing truly sexual, of course she was naked, and on top of his lap, but even that fell into the sensual category this was about to change everything.<br/><br/>Batman's excitment grew, his rubber prison contraining his manhood below it, as he wanted to grind his hips, though that was incredibly hard to do from his current position. That did not matter much though in the long run, he knew his urges were going to get to be shown he just had to be patient. Perhaps that was a part of her plan, to make him want her even more, though he did not know how much more he could possibly want her he had a feeling he was going to find out.<br/><br/>The silky smooth texture of her skin was suddenly gone, in its place was a moist soft fold. Batman had a feeling she was hinting at the idea of what he was supposed to do. Her words even spoke to that fact as he moaned from the excitement and prospect of touching a sensitive area on her body that could bring so much pleasure. She clearly had measures in place if he tried to abuse this touch and hurt her, but he had no intentions of doing that at all. Instead his fingers slowly moved along the folds, the back of his hand touching his rubber encased snake, the tips of his hands soaking in the moisture and nectar she provided. He wondered what she tasted like, though he would not dare to take his hand away after she had gently guided it there. All good things came to those who waited. His rough fingers explored until they found the magical button, or at least he assumed from his vast experience that he had found it. It was here he paused for a moment. This was a crucial decision, slow or fast, hard or soft? Perhaps some combination of the two? Did he twirl around it or just prod it like a vibrator? Every woman was different and for one so mysterious he wanted to be right, but he couldn't just ask her.