Love, Lust and Explosives

I know I promised this sooner, sorry. I think I got a little carried away. There's not much transition, but I got tired of waiting too. I hope you all enjoy it anyway

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Chapter 5: All Aboard the Smut Train


When Violet woke, she was thrilled to discover that she was in a bed! It had a slightly musty smell, but it was clean. She glanced around the room she was in; it was dark except for a dusty old lamp with a stained glass shade. The room was enormous, with dark wooden paneling and lofty ceilings. Most of the other furniture was covered in dingy white dust cloths. Floor to ceiling windows were enclosed in heavy velvet draperies. She had no idea how long she had been asleep or what time of day it was.

She had one hell of a headache - she always did…..afterwards. She wiggled around in the bed and stretched her sore muscles luxuriating in the freedom. As she moved around in the bed, she caught a whiff of herself. “Man, I smell like burnt toast,” She thought with a giggle. She lifted the sheet and noted with a start that her body was almost completely coated in ashes and soot. “Well Chaka-Khan, I kinda look like burnt toast too. “ And she laughed again even louder. She looked and felt like hell but, she was safe, in one piece and free! There was only one thing missing, her dear wonderful friend.

She wasn’t worried. She focused on every hopeful thought and feeling she could muster. Violet had already banished most of the memories from their fiery Arkham escape to the deepest recesses of her fractured mind. There was, however, one memory that she held on to tightly: the sight of Mr. Stitches standing amidst the destruction, waiting for her.

She stood up in the bed completely naked, extended her arms and spun around in a little circle, almost falling in the process. Then, whooping and hollering, she began jumping on the bed. It felt so good. The massive bed had obviously seen better days and it had a lot of give, allowing her to get some serious air.

At that very moment, the Joker, hearing the commotion, quietly opened the door to the bedroom. He stood in the doorway several minutes, not making a sound, but staring shamelessly. On his face was an enormous, wicked grin, made even wider by his scars.

Despite her charred appearance, he found her strange beauty mesmerizing. And she was naked, after all. A gorgeous naked girl jumping on a bed, I mean come on, that’s pretty great. So, with incredible restraint, he stood there in silence and drank the sight in. He had been locked up for six months after all, so the urge to mercilessly devour her was almost overwhelming.

While Violet had been sleeping, the Joker had showered and changed, applied his makeup and at last, felt more like himself. He wondered briefly if her reaction to him during their escape was simply the result of trauma. However, he told himself that he wasn’t especially concerned. He knew who and what he was, most people in this world didn’t. That put him ahead of the game.

Finally, Violet sensed that she was not alone. Turning to face him, she ceased her little dance of joy, and stood in the middle of the bed, with her hands at her sides and her feet slightly apart. Instead of diving for the cover of the sheets to hide her nakedness, she tilted her head slightly and gazed wide-eyed directly into the Joker’s black rimmed eyes.

When she did not immediately move or speak, the Joker began to feel a tightening in his chest. His eyes narrowed to slits and the smile vanished from his face. He prepared to open his mouth to utter some venomous remark, but before it could leave his lips, Violet had leaped from the bed with a squeal of delight, running straight for him. She threw her arms tightly around his neck, jumped up and wrapped her long legs around his waist.

“Mr. Stitches! Mr. Stitches! Oh, I’m soooooo glad to see you!”

Once again, this woman had managed to surprise him. It took the Joker several seconds to recover enough to respond, but finally he moved to return her embrace, using one arm to support her bottom and the other to pull her tighter against him.

She actually seemed oblivious to her complete lack of clothing (which the Joker found quite refreshing). Violet pulled her head back to look him in the face. “Are you OK? Are you hurt? I can’t believe we made it. Thank you so much for bringing me here. Wherever here is. I haven’t slept that good in a long time…How long have I been asleep anyway? Oh and I like your suit!”

“Violet, you really are a kick in the pants. And I mean that in the best possible way.” Oh, and by-the-way, I like your suit too.”

Her eyes grew wide with realization, and she hugged herself tighter against him. “Oh heavens above!… I um…I actually forgot for minute that…..I’m uh…sort of naked. Sorry, Mr. Stitches. I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable,” she stammered. Clearly, she was serious. Which made it even funnier

He laughed long and hard “No, Violet; you - naked, does not make me uncomfortable, at least not in the way you mean. You know….I believe you’re talented at lighting all kinds of fires….ha, ha ,ha.”

And she laughed too, her eyes twinkling with childlike joy. “Whew, I really am relieved. Underneath all this black soot, I think I might be blushing.”

“Perhaps we should find out-uh. Whatta-ya think?”

Violet smiled, leaned in and placed a soft lingering kiss on the scars to the left of his mouth. As, she kissed him, he felt the warm tip of her tongue peaking through her slightly parted lips. The Joker quickly responded by turning his face to meet her lips with his own. He pressed his greedy tongue past her satin lips and she responded enthusiastically by drawing his tongue deeper into her sweet mouth and sucking it - lightly at first, then harder. He crushed his mouth into hers, while shifting his grip so he could cup her bare ass with his hands. He squeezed it tightly, savoring the soft fullness, until she gave a little squeak of pleasure.

As their kisses grew more intense, she began rocking her hips rhythmically against his groin, and he began to feel an intense heat and growing moisture through the fabric of his pants. The mixture of exquisite sensations was becoming intoxicating. He became aware that he was getter harder with every passing second. Which was good…so good. Then abruptly, she pulled back breaking suction with his lips and regarded him with her desire-glazed eyes. His still-parted lips automatically followed hers forward trying to reestablish contact.

Violet’s voice was husky when she asked, “Is there a bathroom in this room? Because, you’re right, Mr. Stitches, I’m filthy and I smell like smoke. I should clean up.”

“Now?! “he croaked.

“Well, OK, I guess now would be all right. Is that the bathroom? “ she asked, turning her body slightly and pointing to the door on the right.

With a grunt of exasperation, he grumbled something unintelligible.

Before he had a chance to truly protest, Violet had already jumped down from his arms and with a sweet little peck on his cheek, headed into the bathroom.

He seriously considered stomping into the bathroom after her and giving her a hand…..or maybe some other body part. But instead, oddly, he stood there with his hands balled into fists, staring at the closed bathroom door and mourning the loss of a perfectly good erection. “Better than good.” he thought with a grunt. “And a damn shame to waste, too. You know there are other women around the world, who are having to go without.”

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After they had fled the burning ruins of Arkhan, the Joker had brought Violet to this old and long abandoned three-story mansion located on several overgrown acres on the outskirts of the city. At one time, this crumbling relic had been an opulent and grand estate. Personally, the Joker knew that had he seen it in its heyday, he would still prefer it now. The air of age and decay gave it real personality and that among many other things, made this place as close to home for him as any other. Large portions of the house were completely off limits to the Joker’s henchmen and at any given moment, there were only a few of his men on the grounds for security and convenience.

With an air of resignation and an irritated kick at the dusty floor,, the Joker took off his jacket, kicked off his shoes and laid back on the rumpled bed with his hands behind his head. He was still tired, and the sound of Violet singing in the shower, combined with the running water lulled him to sleep.

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Violet spent long minutes under the shower attached to the old claw foot tub. She spent a little extra time scrubbing every nook and cranny, surprised at how the smoke and grime had penetrated even her most intimate areas. Once she was satisfied, she dried off, wrapped the towel around her body and headed back to the bedroom.

As soon as she opened the bathroom door, she caught sight of her Mr. Stitches asleep in the bed. He looked so peaceful; unusually peaceful. “Maybe I should let him sleep. He really has had a rough couple of days.” She thought as she stood by the bed watching him snore lightly. “But on second thought…..”

She dropped her towel and leapt lightly onto the bed carefully straddling his waist without putting her weight on him. The Joker had woken the moment the bathroom door opened, but had decided to fake continued sleep a little while and see what happened. So far, so good.

Slowly she unbuttoned his vest followed by his shirt, spreading them wide and trying with great difficultly not to wake him. When she had succeeded in baring his smooth, well-toned chest and flat belly, she became aware of the burning tingle between her legs; an tickly ache that she really really needed this man to scratch.

She unfastened his trousers and pulled the opening apart. He was wearing loud orange boxers with little green polka dots that made her smile gleefully. Little by little, Violet settled her hot damp mound down over his still covered cock. She bent her head forward flipping her long damp over his bare chest and drew it gently down over his exposed body, cool and soft. The delicious sensation caused goose bumps to appear along his skin in its wake.

Jaded as he was, he couldn’t help but demonstrate a little surprise. He inhaled sharply, opened his eyes and pulled his hands down from behind his head, grasping her thighs. His reaction elicited a joyful chuckle from her, and she dove for his mouth. She crushed her lips against his and after several minutes attempting to suck his lips off, she stopped and began covering his face with tender kisses - scars, makeup and all. The Joker laughed, easing his hands up her inner thighs until his thumbs rested along the dewy lips of her aching pussy.

With a sharp exhale, Violet tangled her hands into his long wavy hair, grasped his head firmly, and pulled his face up to meet hers. The look she gave him sent a powerful jolt of excitement through his body all the way to his rapidly growing erection. He reached his face up and slid his tongue along her bottom lip, sucking it almost violently into his own. With a sharp nip of her lip, he hungrily sucked at it, drawing her into a deep kiss, which she returned with equal ferocity.

Despite his best efforts, he could not repress a thunderous groan of pleasure. His thumbs slid into her, and he immediately zeroed in on her throbbing center. The Joker began massaging her sensitive nub and pressing it with his powerful thumbs; increasing the pressure until she was whimpering into his mouth with desire.

His own body was responding to the exquisite sensations: her taut velvety nipples grazed his chest as she moved and his erection strained painfully against the fabric of his boxers. Time to establish dominance and prevent her bolting off on some other random errand that flashed into her unbalanced mind. The Joker pulled his hands from between her legs, wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped her over. Violet landed on her back with a soft “ouff’ on the bed and a burst of laughter. Tuning his own body, he flopped over, lying half on her and half on the bed,

When he was comfortable, he eased one of his thumbs into his mouth. It was still wet with her juices, and he licked and sucked it until it was clean. “Damn, damn, damn she tastes sweet” he thought groaning. He looked at her and groaned even louder, when he saw the look on her face. Her eyes were dreamy with lust and she was gently nibbling her bottom lip. He dropped down for another biting, bruising crushing kiss. Long moments were spent as they greedily consumed each others mouths.

He broke contact first, causing his sweet little fire-bug to pout in protest, that is until he began sliding his tongue down her neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin and enjoying her little sounds of pleasure.

He made his way to her succulent breasts. Breasts, that had kept him awake at night back in Arkham. He placed passionate kisses in a circle around her right nipple until it was painfully erect, then he swiftly sucked it into mouth, wrapped his tongue around it and enthusiastically suckled at it. Violet arched her back into him as he grazed his teeth over her captured nipple harshly several times, pinching and rolling the other nipple between his fingers.

When her moans were at their loudest and most delicious, he continued moving downward, tracing a haphazard line of kisses and bites down to her waiting mound. She seemed somewhat surprised and almost nervous when she realized where he was headed. She pulled her thighs together slightly, murmuring, “Mr. Stitches……..I…don't.. please…”

“Please?” He laughed mockingly. Then he added an adamant “Shhhhh!” as he sat up on his knees by her hips. Looking her directly into her anxious eyes, he noted with satisfaction the flush of embarrassment and desire on her face. With his return expression, he conveyed very clearly that he wanted this, and he would have it. The comical sternness on his face made her smile, and she relaxed a little bit.

The Joker grabbed her thighs with both hands, squeezing tightly and forcing them apart. Then in a low growl he said, “Spread your lovely legs, nice and wide for me, Violet.” She opened her mouth to speak but was met with another no-nonsense look. “Open yourself up to me.” Violet closed her mouth and did as she was told. Her lean legs shook slightly with excitement. The Joker’s hands were still clasping them firmly around her upper thighs as he urged them wider apart.

When at last he was satisfied and couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he quickly positioned himself between her trembling thighs. He wrapped his arms under them, bringing his hands around until his fingertips were poised along the lips of her exquisite womanhood. His face hovered an inch form her now dripping wet pussy, and he deeply inhaled her sweet musky scent, with intense enjoyment.

Unconscientiously, Violet was holding her breath. She was both excited and nervous at the same time, as this was a new experience for her. Before she had the opportunity to protest again, the Joker reached inward with his nimble fingers, parting her labia and revealing her tantalizingly swollen clit. Already salivating, he pushed forward burying his painted face between her legs. He continued to use his fingers to keep her wide open to him and using his talented tongue, he licked up and down the length of her, noisily slurping up her sweet nectar. Violet was gasping, moaning, and writhing with pleasure. At last, swirling his tongue around her tender nub, he sucked it deep into his hungry mouth. Gradually, he sucked harder, relishing the feel of her throbbing, engorged clit against his tongue and the bucking of her hips.

Violet entwined her fingers in his hair, although at times, she couldn’t keep herself from pulling at his locks with the overwhelming sensations. . She was very near the edge and with last hard suck and a firm quick nip, Violet exploded with a scream into his still busy mouth. He lapped up as much of her sweet honey as he could, every time his tongue ran over her now hypersensitive clit; she gasped and bucked with the pleasurable pain.

“Mr. Stitches, please let me kiss you; I want to touch you. I want to feel you inside me! Please please, now.” she begged with innocent sincerity.

Unable to answer, Joker crawled back up to her waiting mouth, licking his lips and feeling drunk on her essence. He laid his weight on top her and positioned himself between her legs. Violet wrapped her arms around his back as he plundered her mouth, sliding both his hand under her ass, squeezing and kneading it.

She slid her hands down his back, urging and helping him to shed his vest and shirt. Then she reached lower, pushing his pants and boxers as low as she could. Using her flexibility, she bent her left leg and used her foot the push them all the way down to his ankles and completely off. When he was completely naked, she pulled her mouth away and gave a whoop of accomplishment.

“Nice work!” he quipped huskily

“Thank you, Mr Stitches……you…too.” She responded with a hoarse chuckle, and they both laughed. The shared laughter succeeded in heating them both up to the boiling point, and he positioned himself to take what was his.

Violet felt him move to place his swollen shaft at her waiting entrance, and she thought she would burst into flames herself it he didn’t hurry. She clasped his firm buttocks with both hands, digging her nails into his flesh as she tried to force him forward and inside her.

“Patience, patience” he chanted, more to annoy her than anything else. However, lacking patience himself, he braced himself and began sliding his swollen cock into her spectacularly tight wet .passage.

Violet whimpered loudly with a mixture of pain and pleasure as she tried to relax and stretch to accommodate his surprising size. The Joker slowed and stopped, as he realized that this part was almost new to his little firebug. For a brief moment, he warred with himself. Her discomfort was her problem, not his. Of course, he had just spent a significant amount of time and energy giving her pleasure. "I must be getting soft." he thought. And then he remembered the sounds she made during her first orgasm, not to mention the look on her face. He groaned deep in his chest and leaned in to kiss her, reaching down between their bodies to stroke her hot little bud and distract her from the discomfort. She cried out with delighted surprise, wrapping her legs around him and kissing him back.

The Joker began driving in and out of her clasping passage creating an erratic rhythm. Pushing deeper and deeper he picked up the pace as Violet tilted her hips upwards and arched her back to meet his thrusts as she moaned and gasped. For a moment, they stared into each other’s eyes until he could no longer take the honesty in hers, and he looked away.

Violet was nearing an explosion and the promised intensity of it made her try feebly to pull away. The Joker growled, grabbing her hips and pulling her into him as he continued his relentless pounding. At last, he drove her over the edge and she screamed out “Mr. Stitches” as spasms of pleasure rocked her from head to toe. The muscles of her pussy convulsed and squeezed his throbbing cock with incredible power and the divine sensation drove him to his own climax. With one last powerful thrust and groan of completion, he came like a volcano filling her with his lava-like heat.

He collapsed on top of her, completely spent. With a smile of pure contentment, Violet wrapped herself around him and they both drifted off to sleep.

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