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As Harley's vampiric venom coursed through Two-Face's veins, his orgasm intensified from simply one of the best he had ever experienced to one that was literally life-changing in its intensity. He cried out in nearly agonal levels of pleasure as his cock pulsed and throbbed within Harley's slippery feminine depths, pouring his offering into her as he changed.
His face was healing until he was once again the man that had earned the nickname "Apollo" in Gotham's courtrooms. He was incredibly good looking.
He nearly collapsed from the energy required from the transformation. He would need blood soon.
Despite his need to feed, he stayed on his feet as he came deep inside of Harley, and stayed hard long enough to spend several more minutes pleasuring her. She enjoyed another small orgasm, but nothing as powerful as the mighty climax that she had experienced while turning him.
After their lovemaking, Harley and Harvey held one another close. Now, he could see how precious of a gift Harleen had given him, and he was touched that he had meant enough to her for her to do that for him. Now, he could be with Ivy. Forever.
Glancing in the mirror, he saw his face returned to its former glory. He frowned. That wasn't the face with which Ivy had fallen in love. Harvey was surprised when, through simply his desire to effect the transformation to the half-burned state that he had previously endured, he returned to the appearance of Two-Face that he had known for years. He smiled. Two-Face was back in business, and more powerful than ever.
"Thanks, Harley. I owe you big time," he said as he kissed her.
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If Ivy had thought that she had enjoyed the most powerful orgasm of the night already, she was badly mistaken. Dracula had nearly infinite endurance and incredible skill as a lover. Time after time he took her, from every position imaginable, and each time was carefully designed to heighten her pleasure. He wanted to turn Ivy while she was in the throes of the most uncontrollably powerful orgasm of her life.
He slowly built her up over time. Sometimes he fucked her savagely, and at other times as soft as an angel's wings until her body could scarcely endure such sweet torment. It could have been an hour, or it could have been several. Somehow, Dracula had still not ejaculated.
He pounded into her, knowing that this was going to be the time that he pushed Ivy over the line. She whimpered in pleasure as he drove deep inside of her, and then her mind was overwhelmed in an orgasm that felt so pleasurable that she questioned her body's ability to survive such exquisite torment. She shrieked, bucking and thrashing as the Count's cock drove deep into her time and time again, her sodden pussy clenching rhythmically around his manhood.
When Dracula poured himself into Ivy's womb, she truly wondered if she had died and was experiencing the joys of heaven. All of her senses were blissfully overloaded with an orgasm that wracked her body, mind, and soul, and that became even more powerful as Dracula buried his fangs in her left breast, injecting venom that flowed directly to her heart. She would become a vampire almost instantly, and such pleasure is more than more mortals could ever experience over the course of a thousand lifetimes.
Her pussy clenched around the Count's thick, hard cock like a velvet vise as she cried out in rapturous ecstasy, her shrieks of pleasure reverberating from the walls like the cries of a fallen angel before she collapsed, literally crying tears of joy from the immensity of the experience.
His face was healing until he was once again the man that had earned the nickname "Apollo" in Gotham's courtrooms. He was incredibly good looking.
He nearly collapsed from the energy required from the transformation. He would need blood soon.
Despite his need to feed, he stayed on his feet as he came deep inside of Harley, and stayed hard long enough to spend several more minutes pleasuring her. She enjoyed another small orgasm, but nothing as powerful as the mighty climax that she had experienced while turning him.
After their lovemaking, Harley and Harvey held one another close. Now, he could see how precious of a gift Harleen had given him, and he was touched that he had meant enough to her for her to do that for him. Now, he could be with Ivy. Forever.
Glancing in the mirror, he saw his face returned to its former glory. He frowned. That wasn't the face with which Ivy had fallen in love. Harvey was surprised when, through simply his desire to effect the transformation to the half-burned state that he had previously endured, he returned to the appearance of Two-Face that he had known for years. He smiled. Two-Face was back in business, and more powerful than ever.
"Thanks, Harley. I owe you big time," he said as he kissed her.
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If Ivy had thought that she had enjoyed the most powerful orgasm of the night already, she was badly mistaken. Dracula had nearly infinite endurance and incredible skill as a lover. Time after time he took her, from every position imaginable, and each time was carefully designed to heighten her pleasure. He wanted to turn Ivy while she was in the throes of the most uncontrollably powerful orgasm of her life.
He slowly built her up over time. Sometimes he fucked her savagely, and at other times as soft as an angel's wings until her body could scarcely endure such sweet torment. It could have been an hour, or it could have been several. Somehow, Dracula had still not ejaculated.
He pounded into her, knowing that this was going to be the time that he pushed Ivy over the line. She whimpered in pleasure as he drove deep inside of her, and then her mind was overwhelmed in an orgasm that felt so pleasurable that she questioned her body's ability to survive such exquisite torment. She shrieked, bucking and thrashing as the Count's cock drove deep into her time and time again, her sodden pussy clenching rhythmically around his manhood.
When Dracula poured himself into Ivy's womb, she truly wondered if she had died and was experiencing the joys of heaven. All of her senses were blissfully overloaded with an orgasm that wracked her body, mind, and soul, and that became even more powerful as Dracula buried his fangs in her left breast, injecting venom that flowed directly to her heart. She would become a vampire almost instantly, and such pleasure is more than more mortals could ever experience over the course of a thousand lifetimes.
Her pussy clenched around the Count's thick, hard cock like a velvet vise as she cried out in rapturous ecstasy, her shrieks of pleasure reverberating from the walls like the cries of a fallen angel before she collapsed, literally crying tears of joy from the immensity of the experience.