inque, { batman beyond }
Inque's origins and background remain largely undisclosed, but it is known that she was born into extreme poverty. Her precarious lifestyle eventually instilled in her an obsession with money, which ultimately became her raison d'être. She decided to take the easy way out and turned to the life of crime. Early in her youth, she had a daughter, Deanna Clay. The identity of the father is not known nor are the circumstances of the child's birth. Because she was being chased by the police, Inque was compelled to remand Deanna to the care of unnamed guardians. At some point after that, she allowed herself to become a biogenic mutant, allegedly for a substantial amount of money. The details of the experiment, who conducted it or if creating a shape shifter was the true goal remain undisclosed. From that point on, Inque put her talents up for hire and became a corporate saboteur and assassin for very large fees.[1] Her activities before clashing with Batman are unknown, but by then she had become one of Interpol's most wanted.[3] Even though she never returned to reclaim her daughter, she continually provided her with money, which she transferred to her trust fund on a monthly basis.
Lily beams at you, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
"I had nothing to do with it, remember?"
She teases, gently poking fun at your prideful declaration. Despite the playful jab, there's no mistaking the affection in her gaze as she reaches out to pat your hand reassuringly.
"We make a pretty good team, don't we?"
Si, ok ora entra seno ti lascio qui Lily
"I guess I'll let you fly solo this time,"
You say wryly, following behind Lily as she settles into the cockpit. You watch as she starts the engines, her fingers deftly navigating the controls like an old pro.
The Batplane lifted off smoothly, disappearing into the night sky before you could even blink.
Finally, alone once more, the weight of that silence washes over you, leaving only the echo of memories and the question of what comes next...
With a moan, Poison Ivy-Inque melts into your touch. "Please..." she whispers, her voice shaking with desire and submission. She pushes you onto the bed, straddling you as her emerald eyes lock on yours. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly as she begins to grind against you, moaning louder with each thrust. "Take me, Black Scythe... give me what I need."
(Continue)
She moans loudly as you begin to thrust up into her, taking her roughly. Her hips move in perfect rhythm with yours, grinding against your thighs as she begs for more. "Yes, that's it... harder..." She arches her back, offering herself completely to you. With each stroke, her need for release grows stronger and more desperate, but she knows this is just the beginning...