[1st POV]
I learned a lot from Pamela's story.
First of all, she's truly a genius.
I had known before that she was a scientist with a world-renowned reputation in biology, but now I respect her even more.
While I was gone, she accomplished a monumental task just for two months.
I don't even include her significant work in psychology, as she successfully convinced everyone of her normalcy and stability.
That's why she's been free for a month now.
While undergoing various psychological tests at Arkham, she was formulating strategies on how to bounce back from herself in society and earn love.
Then she found a way.
She had long ago created numerous serums for minor conditions and developed treatment procedures for various diseases, including genetic ones.
In addition, she had been growing specially cultivated plants meant to purify the air from pollution.
She only hadn't implemented them because she was frustrated with society and had no funding.
So, she quietly worked on these ideas while sometimes venting her frustration on society by taking over a building, expelling the residents, and "settling" her plants there.
However, that was just a small part of the developments she initially presented to me and was merely the tip of the iceberg.
The real research was in the field of virology. She could eliminate many diseases and viruses if her plans succeed.
She truly has an amazing mind.
Secondly, she started helping those who suffered not only during her past crimes but also the current victims of gang warfare in Gotham City.
While some people are reluctant to accept her help, I think this will change over time. The public will accept her and change how they feel about her if she can successfully make people feel certain ways.
It's worth mentioning that she hasn't killed many people.
Mostly, they were the arrogant gangsters who threatened her or her "children," and it seems there was one special unit that tried to capture her on orders from some organization.
That's about it.
Thirdly, she provided support in Arkham. She doesn't intend to use force against anyone unless it's in self-defense.
She doesn't want violence, and I approve of that choice.
She's had enough of it and let the Bat family and the police handle those kinds of matters.
"Pamela."
I hugged her from behind.
"Why don't you reach out to Wayne Industries? I promise you that they often help former inmates get back on the right path. They find them jobs and your developments are quite progressive. I'm sure Mr. Wayne will appreciate that!"
"I don't know, darling."
She lowered her head.
"I'm scared to go there alone."
"Then let me go with you. Of course, you'll speak with him alone, but I'll wait for you outside and accompany you here.
I said as I touched her chest.
"Do you really think I can do it?"
"Mmm. I've missed you."
It looks like I'm going to have a lot of work today...
In just a few seconds, a bed of leaves formed behind me. It was soft to the touch and, most importantly, not prickly.
We began to remove our clothes rather quickly.
My shirt was almost torn, and my pants were able to get them off before Pam took over.
I felt like my lips were going to be bit off by the wild kisses again while riding on me, or rather, her crotch moving around on my cock.
I squeezed her breasts and enjoyed the firmness.
She took my already swollen cock and inserted it in herself.
After that, she went on a wild ride for fifteen to twenty minutes.
She scratched all over my chest with her adorable but very stubby fingernails to the point of bleeding.
After I came the first time, she started licking up all the blood on my chest with her tongue.
Ivy's tongue was soaked in some kind of wound-healing substance.
I really liked the weak healing drug, and I even believe it gave me more strength than I had before the sex.
The next time, I was already on top, and Pamela was wriggling beneath me.
After spending a few minutes inside, she sharply squeezed my cock, locked her thighs with her legs, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me.
Subsequently, she came almost immediately and proceeded to scratch my back more deeply than my chest.
She did the same trick to my chest again, causing me to collapse on top of her. Within ten minutes, I recovered completely, but the wounds were still not entirely healed.
I was still ready and unsatisfied.
"Hmm. Darling, have you tried anal sex?"
I asked her and realized that she hadn't because she had such a twinkle in her eyes that it gave her away.
"Do you want... in my ass?"
"Well, I have been fantasizing for a long time about punishing your ass for... at least for being a little bi."
"Pervert."
"That's what I hear from a tentacle pervert."
I smiled and rolled her over onto her stomach.
I lubed her ass with my saliva and began to work it with my fingers.
In the first instance, Pamela simply widened her eyes and breathed heavily. Then, after a minute, I inserted a second finger, and she squirmed a little.
I stayed longer and spread my fingers inside to relieve her discomfort with a new finger.
In the end, after ten minutes, I added a fourth finger. Surprisingly, she got used to it and even wiggled a little to meet me.
I guess someone had a refreshing change of taste.
I then gently lifted her ass and guided my friend into her anus.
She squeezed the leaves on our bed and breathed heavily, as her ass was virgin and very tight, and her anus was squeezing me quite hard.
"Relax. It'll make you feel better."
Then, I lifted her up into a knee-lock position and began to work her pelvis more actively.
The tension inside her remained high, and after about five or ten minutes, I came inside her.
We collapsed on the bed and rested.
A little later, before I almost fell asleep, Pam aroused me and embarrassedly told me she wanted more.
I also didn't mind and flipped her over onto her back, hovering already, ready to enter.
However, she removed my hand from my cock and directed it towards her anus...
To be continued...
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