NOVEL NEXT Chapter 10: Kara, Galatea, & Zatanna
“… I’m still not so sure about this, Zatanna…”
He grits his teeth as he looks around his dark surroundings, frowning. Meanwhile, the gorgeous American witch who’s roped him into this whole deal just smiles, her ruby red lips curling as she cocks her head to the side.
“What’s not to be sure about, Harry? We’ve planned everything perfectly. This is the best shot we’re going to get.”
Feeling somewhat incredulous, Harry lets that leak into his gaze as he turns his emerald green eyes towards the stage magician.
“… I suppose I thought we’d have more back up, or something. This feels like we’re going into this thoroughly outgunned.”
It was just the three of them in some small, abandoned lot on the outskirts of a place called Gotham City. Him, Zatanna… and Kara. And sure, Kara was an Argoan too and supposedly just as strong as Galatea, but all the same, Harry had seen the vicious blonde alien in action. As much as he loved her, he was fully aware of how fast she could move and how dangerous she was. It felt… well, it felt like they needed more than just this to take her down safely without anyone getting hurt, Tea included.
But Zatanna just shakes her head, hands planted on her hips as she gazes out into the night sky.
“No, that wouldn’t work. The rest of the League… they’re good people, but they wouldn’t understand why we have to do this the way we’re doing it.”
Harry flushes at that, because the way they’re doing it… yeah, he can see why it wouldn’t make sense to normal people. To him, it seems completely logical, but then, he’s self-aware enough to realize his life has gotten rather abnormal since Tea entered it. It’d certainly never been as sexual before her. Still, he makes another attempt, unsure if their plan will even work and honestly kind of wishing for a more conventional takedown anyways.
“… I’m worried about collateral damage.”
Zatanna lets out a bright laugh at that, and just waves one of her gloved hands dismissively.
“Don’t be, Harry. This place is a rundown dump at this point. This part of Gotham City is practically abandoned, and the only collateral damage that might take place would be of the criminal, lowlife variety. Luckily, Batman is currently busy with the rest of the League’s Main Roster, so this is the perfect night to use his City for a little… mm, Sin~”
Harry flushes at that, opening his mouth to object to her words. After all, any type of collateral damage is too much in his book. But he never gets the words out, instead a groan spills forth from his lips and he finds himself struggling to speak up as he instead has his hands full with trying not to cum as Kara, the needy Argoan slut that she is, drags her barely concealed pussy lips along the length of his cock right there in the open, locking his length between her creamy, pale thighs.
Bent over with her hands on her knees, the cute little blonde space alien has been giving him a thighjob for a while now as they wait, unable to help herself, her prolonged sexual torture through his shenanigans with Tea leaving her insatiable to say the least. And Harry, still feeling rather guilty for driving her half-insane with lust, can’t possibly say no to her.
Grimacing, no longer trusting himself to speak, Harry settles in to wait for Galatea’s arrival. He can only hope that Zatanna’s plan works out… or they’re all going to be in for a bad time.
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As Kara lets out a breathless moan that fills the cool night air once Harry goes silent, rubbing herself along his cock shaft even more, she turns her head to look at Zatanna with some judgment in her eyes as well. She’s in a much better place now to be fair, having finally collected herself once she got a long, hard helping of the real deal. Harry had physically rocked her world after mentally ruining her for months, and maybe with a regular dicking from the admittedly cute young wizard, she could get back to some semblance of normality going forward.
Alas, the Argoan was well aware that nothing could go back to normal while her clone still ran around unchecked. Kara didn’t know what the hell the ultimate solution was… but she did have concerns of her own about Zatanna’s ‘Master Plan’.
“I don’t, nngh, quite understand why I have to, mm, be dressed like this, Z-Zatanna…”
‘Like this’ meant her current attire. A bright pink and blue micro bikini, a see-through jacket that didn’t cover anything, and fishnet stockings. Completing the ensemble was a hot pink collar around her throat and enough makeup to REALLY make her look like a cheap skanky whore.
Smiling at her beatifically, Zatanna lets out a breathless giggle as she reaches forward and casually cups one of Kara’s breasts. The blonde Argoan flushes and bites her lip in embarrassment, especially when her instinct is to lean into Zatanna’s touch even more instead of pull away.
“It’s simple, really. Like I said before, we want Galatea to be angry enough to charge in blindly. And nothing will upset her more than being forced to feel it as a tight little whore plays with her man’s cock like you’re doing right now. I already showed you the address to this place, which means Galatea saw it too. She’ll be here soon enough~”
Of course, what Kara didn’t know, mostly so that Tea wouldn’t know, was that her hot pink collar wasn’t just a collar. The choker had a hidden mechanism to it, one that would be… instrumental in the fight ahead. Needless to say, Zatanna was quite excited to see her plan come to fruition.
Kara, meanwhile, couldn’t bring herself to mind that second part. She’d already cum twice on Harry’s dick, which only helped her grind on him more smoothly as she slid up and down along his length, coating his entire shaft in her juices. She’s… she’s still a little conflicted with Harry himself, of course. As happy as she is that she’s finally coming back to her senses, and as cute as one of her main tormentors has turned out to be, Kara still has to decide how she feels about Harry in general.
Especially when she KNOWS her emotions have been completely fucked up by all the sensations she’s experienced from Galatea and Harry over the last few months. Does she love Harry? She knows she shouldn’t love him; she barely even knows him outside of one long, hard dicking! And yet, she feels overwhelming affection and adoration for him anyways, and a desperate NEED for his cock that feels soul deep.
… She’s not sure how much of what she’s feeling is coming from her or from Galatea, and that’s a problem. In the end however, Kara resolves to just enjoy it to the best of her abilities until she can sit down and spend a bit more time figuring things out.
With a wanton moan followed up by a strangled cry, Kara explosively orgasms for the third time across Harry’s thick, massive cock. Then she continues to rub her gushing pussy lips along his shaft, wiggling her hips as she gives him the best thighjob she can.
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It doesn’t take much longer before the telltale sign of a sonic boom announces Tea’s arrival. Harry looks up and sees his Argoan lover floating overhead glaring down at them. Funnily enough, she’s not glaring specifically at him… know, Tea’s most poignant death glare is left especially for her twin, the original she’s cloned for.
Kara is still humping away on Harry’s dick even now, and the sheer lack of respect that she’s showing very clearly pisses Tea off to no end, because the next thing any of them know, the Argoan Clone is letting out a shriek of rage and charging down at them. The sudden charge causes Kara to reflexively clamp her thighs down around Harry’s dick, which finally takes him over the edge. Holding back until this point had been a chore in a half, but it’s almost worth it as the first stage of Zatanna’s plan goes off without a hitch.
His thick, hot load of jizz, packed into his balls and held back for precisely this moment, jets up through the air, clearing SIGNIFICANT distance before finally landing on it’s target… Galatea herself. His jizz ends up completely taking his Argoan lover off guard as it hits her face and even lands in her open mouth. The moment of distraction gives Kara more than enough time to leap off of Harry’s cock, launching herself into the air as well, almost as if she’s chasing his stringy ropes of far-flung cum.
As the two Argoans meet in the air, with Kara now having the upper hand, Zatanna cries out, casting a spell.
“Ralloc Etavitca!”
In the midst of Kara and Tea’s first clash, as they come together and grab hold of one another, initiating a contest of strength… Zatanna’s master plan begins to take shape. The collar around Kara’s neck is in fact a magical one, one that Zatanna herself had created. Upon being given the activation phrase from Zatanna’s own lips, the collar does indeed ‘activate’. Meaning it splits open in two, surprising both Argoans given that Kara couldn’t be allowed to know anything about the choker’s capabilities.
In the middle of the choker’s hidden compartment rests the piece of Red Kryptonite. But it’s more than that. The collar itself unfolds and then clasps around Galatea’s neck, leaving the two Argoan’s bound together by the shared collar. The glowing piece of Red Kryptonite, now exposed from within it’s lead-lined compartment, glows just under both of their chins as they go tumbling to the ground.
Because the collar is magical, something that Zatanna assures Harry Kryptonians have always had trouble dealing with, the two Argoans can’t just break free. Because of the Red Kryptonite, they can’t even fly anymore, much of their powers deserting them as they crash and crash HARD.
Zatanna has a big smile on her face and her hands on her body as she takes in the blonde duo, knowing exactly what will happen next. Harry isn’t too sure if her plan will work like she thinks it will, and he’s worried that locking the two alien women together like this might result in one of them being flat out killed. If it starts to look like it might turn that way, Harry is ready to step in, his wand in his hand as he watches with bated breath.
But no… no, it’s precisely as Zatanna planned it to be, much to Harry’s surprise. Maybe he shouldn’t be so shocked, but all the same…
Soon enough, the mixture of losing their inhibitions due to the Red Kryptonite, Harry’s cum all over Galatea’s face and now smeared across Kara’s, as well as their shared mental link, which is no doubt transmitting mostly lust in both directions at this point… it all combines to mean one thing. Their all-out brawl on the ground rapidly turns into a sex-fueled wrestling match. Its hate sex, there’s no doubt about that, but it’s sex, nonetheless.
Hands go from trying to claw each other’s eyes out to ruthlessly and roughly playing with each other’s tits. When Tea realizes that Kara has an upper hand there because Tea is giving her a lot more breast to work with, she dives a hand down to the other Argoan’s cunt, driving her fingers up into Kara’s pussy and causing the lither blonde alien to cry out.
Not to be out done, Kara soon has her own fingers spearing Tea’s cunt, and of course that then results in escalation as Tea shoves her fingers up Kara’s ass for good measure, with Kara following suit. The two of them are practically fisting each other’s holes before they know it, each of them trying to make the other one cum first as they stare into each other’s eyes, not quite kissing, but their tongues soon sticking out between their mouths and wrestling with one another.
Harry can just imagine what’s happening, given what he knows of their shared mental connection. It’s like a feedback loop, isn’t it? Kara fists Tea and Tea fists Kara, and they both feel what they’re feeling as WELL as what the other is feeling. Rather than it just being one of them with him, driving the other wild wherever they might be, it’s now both of them together with each other, locked in place by the magical collar around their necks, drained of some of their strength and ALL of their inhibitions by the Red Kryptonite set into the collar’s middle.
Needless to say, the two know each other’s bodies all too well. As much as one of them clearly hopes to beat the other to the punch, as much as they clearly want to make each other cum first… that’s just no in the card. Hitting all of their hidden sweet spots at practically the exact same time, Kara and Tea end up squirting together, creaming themselves on one another’s hands as they gurgle and groan and moan in equal erotic measure.
As Harry watches this, gobsmacked, he’s a little lost on what to do next. But luckily, Zatanna is not. Eager to initiate stage two of her master plan, the American witch suddenly steps up beside him, grinning wickedly as she ceases touching herself for just a second in order to get things moving in the right direction again. Grabbing hold of Harry’s cock, she whistles sharply. Kara and Tea’s ears twitch in the direction of the sound, but neither actually looks.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
… Until Zatanna uses Harry’s massive cock like a thick fat police baton, smacking it down into her palm pointedly in a way that has BOTH of the Argoan women snapping their eyes over to see Harry and his bitch breaker just standing there out in the open, ready for play. Like the pair of bitches in heat that they are, the two superpowered aliens lunge for the object of their obsession. It’s a testament to how much they both want it that they don’t stumble over each other in the meantime. Locked together still by the magical collar, one would expect them not to be perfectly in sync, despite their shared genes.
However, in this at least, when it comes to Harry’s cock… they ARE in sync. Arriving on their knees in front of Harry, the pair begin licking and nibbling up and down either side of his dick, their shared collar giving them just enough leeway that they can move independent of one another on this one single task. Zatanna had designed it for that purpose, after all.
Still glaring daggers at their opposite, Kara and Tea turn worshipping his cock with their mouths and tongues into a competition, hurriedly trying to outdo the other. There’s nothing they want more than Harry’s cock, that much is clear from the way they attack it with their tongues and lips while fingering their own cunts. But coming in a far second is their desire to beat the other, to prove once and for all that they are superior over their twin.
In minutes, Harry finds himself on his back as the two Argoan women continue to work to outdo one another. It starts with Galatea bringing her massive pale mammaries to bear on his dick, wrapping them around his length. Kara, to do her one better, spins about so she’s laid out over his body, grinding her cunt down on Harry’s mouth so he can eat her out as she continues to slurp at his cockhead and half-kiss, half-fight Tea for real estate on his dick.
In no time at all, Harry is driving Kara wild with his parseltongue, moving his long, sinuous mouth muscle in and out of her cunt and exploring every nook and cranny of her gushing wet pussy. As she moans and squeals and screams in ecstasy, creaming herself time and time again across her face, Harry just grabs her by her pert behind and forces her cunt further down onto his mouth so he can dig even deeper inside of her.
Tea, seeing this, has a pleased grin on her face for all of five seconds, possibly feeling like she and Harry are double teaming Kara now, just like they’re used to. And then those five seconds are up as Zatanna reminds the weakened Argoan clone of her presence. Taking advantage of Tea’s overall distraction, the American Witch takes ahold of her ass cheeks in a strong grip and spreads them wide, proceeding to alternate between eating Tea’s ass and cunt in equal measure, and eventually turning her grip on Tea’s butt into a rapid fire series of harsh spankings that leave the blonde squealing for relief.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Eventually, Zatanna escalates even further, reaching around and up to grab the back of Tea’s head and drive the weakened Argoan further down Harry’s cock. She soon has Galatea deep-throating Harry’s entire member in a moment that’s incredibly reminiscent of some of the times that the Argoan clone has in turn forced women down Harry’s dick and helped them along in their face fuckings.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
Now it’s Tea’s turn to be on the other end of that, and needless to say, the blonde Argoan is not used to being so thoroughly dominated, not used to the complete lack of control. Locked in place by the collar around hers and Kara’s necks, drained by the Red Kryptonite, and utterly inhibition-less, there’s nothing Galatea can do but take it and to her shame and embarrassment, ENJOY it.
With a hoarse groan, Harry can no longer hold back. In the end, it all proves to be too much for the powerful young wizard and he’s soon flooding Tea’s struggling throat with his seed, while his parseltongue leaves Kara an absolute leaking wreck above him. With Zatanna holding her down, Galatea is forced to swallow almost all of Harry’s cum, with a bit of it leaking out of the dazed blonde clone’s nostrils and the sides of her mouth, her eyes glazed over from the belly full of seed and the pleasure forced upon her.
Kara looks much the same way as the two stare into each other’s eyes, neither even so much as able to muster up a glare of hatred towards their twin. They’re both already a little spent… but Harry and Zatanna are just getting started.
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With the collar bringing them closer together then any would likely have wanted to be if they were in their ‘right mind’, the only position that Tea and Kara can end up in is atop one another. Specifically, Kara ends up on Tea, the smaller Argoan writhing and wriggling atop her more matured clone as the two moan and whimper and lick and slurp at one another’s faces.
They’re as weak mentally as they’ll ever be, which Harry knows means it’s his turn to… step in. This is stage three of Zatanna’s ‘Master Plan’ after all, and so he proceeds to grab Kara’s ass cheeks and thrust his cock into the smaller girl’s cunt. For a moment, her head tilts back as far as the collar will let her and she squeals, a look of abject ecstasy spreading across her face right before Tea’s eyes.
The other blonde doesn’t have a chance to decide whether she’s unhappy that Harry started with Kara or happy to watch Kara make such a stupid expression however, because he just as quickly pulls out of the blonde and shoves his cock into Tea’s cunt next. And then, going a step further, he pulls out of Tea’s cunt and penetrates Kara’s ASS next, using her and Tea’s earlier fisting as all the loosening he needs to drive his massive bitch breaker right into her tight bowels.
This is, of course, followed by Tea’s ass being claimed with another thrust, and from that point on Harry is fucking all four of the Argoan holes before him, thrusting in and out like he’s working to fine tune a particularly difficult and ornery instrument. Kara and Tea moan in equal measure as their orifices get gouged, the pleasure overwhelming, their nipples rubbing together as their chests rub against one another.
Eventually though, Zatanna steps in, moving into position and grabbing them both by their blonde hair. The two Argoan women are too weakened by the Red Kryptonite to stop the American witch from doing whatever the hell she wants with them. In particular, she puts their mouths to work, forcing Galatea to eat out her ass while Kara is regulated to pussy cleaning duty.
As Harry finally settles in to fucking Kara properly, leaving the petite blonde squealing into Zatanna’s cunt, the stage magician grins wickedly and makes eye contact with the young wizard.
“Having fun, Harry? Having fun with these two Argoan sluts? Who knew a couple of blonde alien thots would be so easy~ ouch!”
From the way Zatanna glares over her shoulder down at Tea, it’s obvious that the blonde has just taken a bite out of her ass. Thankfully, the Red Kryptonite means that the Argoan clone doesn’t take an actual chunk out of the human woman’s ass cheek, or all of the fun would end right here and now. Still, Zatanna doesn’t take that lying down. She drives Tea up to her asshole even more violently, and before Harry’s alien lover can figure out how to best retaliate, she speaks up, raising her voice.
“Go on Harry, give it to them long and hard. Tell me which of them has the tightest holes~”
As Harry switches between Kara’s cunt and Galatea’s, he feels both women reacting to that immediately. Competitive to the very end, they hear Zatanna’s words and instantly start working as hard as they can to make sure THEY have the tightest holes. Once again, Harry is grateful for the Red Kryptonite, because he really doesn’t want to find out what the cunt of a woman as strong as Tea or even Kara feels like when she’s going all out, no sir.
Instead, his bitch breaker is more than capable of handling their conscious tightening of their cunt muscles, as they are now. And so, Harry starts in on their orifices, fucking their cunts and asses in equal measure. He spends longer and longer in each given hole as he goes on, but still randomly changes it up near-constantly, alternating between the Argoan holes in front of him with reckless, wild abandon.
One might call it a heroic determination of sorts, because truth be told… Harry knows that neither woman would take any sort of loss well. And sure, he doesn’t know Kara as well as he does Tea, and maybe he doesn’t care for her in the same way he does Tea, but Harry still feels guilty over ruining the girl all these months. He doesn’t want to hurt either of the two blondes by declaring one of them the winner and the other the loser.
So what’s he to do? Well, there’s only one thing he CAN do in this case, isn’t there? He’s going to have to wreck all four of their holes, robbing them all of any tightness and reshaping the amalgamation of four Argoan orifices staring him in the face into a collection of four beautiful cocksleeves.
“That’s right, Harry. Give it to them. Teach these two alien sluts what they need. You like that, don’t you girls? You like a wizard’s big fat cock!”
Zatanna shudders as she continues to interject into the conversation, moaning and twisting one of her own nipples while at the same time grinding her ass into Tea’s face and her cunt into Kara’s.
Needless to say, he has his work cut out for him, but Harry knows without a shadow of a doubt that nothing worth doing is ever easy. As he fucks Kara, as he plows Tea, he knows that this is the endgame in a very real way. If he doesn’t finish this here, if he doesn’t show the twin aliens that they can share him… then he doesn’t know what happens next. Tea goes on a murderous rampage? Kills Kara? Kills him? Kara locks Tea in a cell for the rest of her life? Monopolizes his time and ultimately subjects his alien lover to the same torture he and Tea subjected her to all these months?
This is it. This is the moment in which Harry has to show the two blondes that they can not only work together, but they have to. If he shows even a hint of weakness, he doesn’t even want to think about what will happen next. And so, gritting his teeth, Harry settles in for the long haul, gripping Kara by her ass cheeks, holding Tea by her thighs, and giving both Argoan women the long, hard, deep drillings they needed with all their hearts at this point.
Needless to say, Tea loved it when Harry treated Kara like his bitch, grinning wickedly up at him as the girl screamed into Tea’s giant tits, sucking and biting at her nipples. However, she didn’t enjoy the even rougher treatment all that much when it was her turn, screaming bloody murder into Zatanna’s pillowy ass as the two magical people tag-teamed her between them.
Eventually, it didn’t really matter what Tea wanted. As expected, the mental link between Kara and Galatea was their mutual downfall. The shared pleasure being visited upon them both and traded back and forth between them made it impossible for them to think about anything but sex and the bliss of being fucked by Harry’s big fat cock for long.
He doesn’t let up for even one second throughout the process, but he does notice the turn when it comes. There’s a moment, like on a long road trip, where it feels like Harry turns a corner on a road and can finally see his destination in sight. It’s a relief in a way, because he’s honestly not sure how long he can keep going.
By the time things are starting to come to a close, Harry has cum multiple times. He’s made sure to drop a load of his seed in each of their holes. He filled Kara’s cunt first with his thick, viscous cum, and then did the same with Tea’s. He followed it up with Kara’s ass, and finished in Tea’s ass. For his fifth and final load brought about by the bodies of the two gorgeous blonde aliens, he sticks his cock between their creampied sticky cunts and saws back and forth, feeling it as even now they both clench down on his shaft with their pussy lips.
Soon enough, they bring him off one final time, but it’s practically an unconscious effort on their part by now. Their faces tell the story of just how out of it and fucked silly they are. Their big blue eyes are all rolled up in their heads, their tongues lolling out of their mouths and wiggling and writhing against each other in a half-assed attempt to keep kissing despite their exhausted states.
As Harry pulls out from betwixt their cunt lips one final time, he leaves them passed out atop one another, their limbs akimbo and splayed to either side, Kara’s cheek resting on one of Tea’s tits, the collar stretching to give them a bit of wiggle room, though not much. Meanwhile, copious amounts of Harry’s seed drool out of their gaping pussies and asses, his jizz practically spurting out of their incredibly well-fucked holes.
He can tell it’s not quite over yet, but it’s done for the time being. They aren’t broken, he’s sure of that, but their lust is finally satisfied, at least for now. It’ll be a temporary respite to be sure, but one that Harry hopes will lead to a new understanding between all of them. Perhaps… perhaps they can finally have peace…
Of course, even as he stands over the two and considers this, Harry finds himself groaning rather painfully. Despite five mind-blowing orgasms on his part and dozens upon dozens of orgasms on the part of both Tea and Kara… he’s still rock hard. Glancing over, the mischievous glint in Zatanna’s eye tells Harry just who cursed him with this eternal hard-on.
As soon as he pays her even the slightest bit of attention, the stage magician pounces on his weak, somewhat spongy body, taking him to the ground. Cooing hungrily, the sorceress enacts her own secret final stage of her ‘Master Plan’, taking her turn and plunging his angry, throbbing cock right up into her well-lubricated ass with a powerful squelch.
It’s obvious from the cat-who-got-the-canary look on Zatanna’s face that she’s sure his erection won’t go away until she’s had her fill. Glaring up at her a little weakly, Harry knows he can’t possibly fight her off in this state. She’s going to get what she wants, but that DOESN’T mean he’s just going to lie back and take it.
Weak but not down for the count yet, Harry leans forward and catches her flailing nipples in his mouth, biting down on both of the hopelessly engorged teats. Zatanna lets out a surprised squeal and immediately explosively orgasms, squirting her pussy juices all over his chest as he tugs and pulls, elongating her fat milkers from her body and biting down on her nipples with all his might.
At the same time, he grabs her by her waist, taking ahold of her with a tight grip and as much strength as remains in him. This is the determination that allowed Harry to beat Voldemort and his minions year after year. This is the bone-deep certainty that had allowed him to overcome all challenges, to be the hero of the story again and again.
Needless to say, Harry isn’t using his unending resolve for the most NOBLE of intentions this time around, but it doesn’t matter. He’s not about to allow Zatanna to get away with taking complete control like this. After all, if he wasn’t going to let Tea do it, he certainly wasn’t going to bow to this American witch either. He had no intention of trading one woman holding her power over him over his head for another.
And so, with her nipples trapped in his mouth, his teeth biting down hard, Harry also grabs Zatanna by the hips and wills himself to match her tempo, driving his cock up into her ass from below as she bounces up and down on his dick. Needless to say, the stage magician isn’t expecting her ‘assistant’ to still have so much gusto left in him. She wasn’t expecting him to be able to not only keep up with her… but show her just how much of a power bottom can really be.
As he overwhelms the gorgeous fat-bottomed magician from below, Zatanna’s shrieks of delight light up the Gotham City night sky. To their side, Tea and Kara will be recovering for hours more, while Harry has his work cut out for him in the form of Zatanna Zatara, insatiable to the end. Still, he’s no quitter… and Zatanna is going to get what’s coming to her, one way or another.
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Needless to say, the noises of fighting and… screaming coming from this abandoned section of Gotham City had rapidly seen the criminals and other ne’er dowels either scurrying into their bolt holes or running as fast as they could from that section of the city. After all, that sort of noise could be anyone and anything. It could be the Joker, it could be… well, the Joker was pretty much the worst possibility. No one wanted to run afoul of him.
Except, while the criminals and lowlife scum who called the abandoned section of Gotham their home might have been eager to run away, there were people who called Gotham City their home that made it their business to run TOWARDS sounds like the ones coming out of the area. Having heard the shrieks earlier, a certain caped crusader had shown up to investigate.
No, not Batman himself, or else Harry and Zatanna’s plan probably wouldn’t have managed to get through all of it’s stages so successfully. Nor was it any of his… male students. Instead, Barbara Gordon could only watch from her hiding place nearby as she felt her face heating up and her thighs rubbing together against her itchy, sticky crotch as she watched this mystery man turn Zatanna’s thick ass into jelly.
His balls clap loudly against her wet bottom, made so because the gorgeous stage magician had just gotten done making Galatea of all people her bitch, forcing the alien clone to eat out her ass while also forcing Kara to eat out her cunt. Barbara had been there for long enough to see it all, and though she’d considered interrupting, though she’d considered stepping in… something had stopped her, the same thing that also stopped her from calling in backup.
As one of Kara’s closest friends thanks to their relatively similar age as the younger generation of the Justice League, Barbara was more aware than most that Kara had been… having difficulties, lately. She wasn’t aware of the specifics per say, but she WAS aware that Zatanna Zatara herself was said to be on the case and working hard to save Kara from whatever ailed her.
Now, the first-class detective skills that Bruce had drilled into all of his proteges, as well as her own detective genes inherited from her father, were allowing Barbara to connect most of the dots. It was obvious now that Kara was having issues because Galatea was still alive, and the mental link between her friend and her friend’s clone was still going very strong.
Galatea had clearly been tormenting Kara, and Zatanna had found out about it and… arranged this meeting? Barbara recognized the Red Kryptonite glowing from the collar currently wrapped around Kara and Galatea’s necks. It was probably the only reason Zatanna and this mysterious stranger were able to fuck the two Argoan women into submission as they had. Not that neither Kara nor Galatea seemed to mind it all that much. Kara, in point of fact, had been the most enthusiastic of the two about the situation, and though Barbara had only arrived after Galatea, she got the impression that Kara was at least partially in on this plan?
All in all, it was the strangest capture of a villain that Barbara had ever witnessed, and frankly, it seemed like the capture really wasn’t the highest priority of the night, given the way Zatanna and the mystery man were now ignoring Kara and Galatea in favor of pleasuring one another. Barbara had to admit, the man was kind of cute. With his bright emerald eyes and his black hair, he was… he was quite handsome.
And his c-cock… as Zatanna continues to squeal and cream herself while bouncing up and down on his dick, Barbara can no longer contain herself any longer. She’s resisted all this time, but after an hour of watching the man drill all four of Kara and Galatea’s holes to the point of gaping, Batgirl finally slips a hand into her tights and begins to finger her dripping wet slit.
Unfortunately, this proves to be a mistake. So engrossed in watching Zatanna and the green-eyed man go at it, Barbara doesn’t notice that all the noise has attracted someone ELSE to the scene as well. A certain female clown finishes sneaking up behind the red head, winds up her shot, and then swiftly knocks Barbara out. The sound of her bat impacting with Batgirl’s skull is drowned out perfectly by another loud, lewd scream from Zatanna as she shudders in orgasmic bliss all over the cock she’s impaled on.
As Batgirl crumples into a very sexy heap at her feet, Harley Quinn stands over her, staring out at the two going at it. Biting her lower lip, she looks hungrily at the mystery man’s thick fat cock, as well as the woman’s scantily dressed body, more specifically, her juicy fat ass. Not to mention the two blonde twins that mystery man had already wrecked.
… Harley Quinn doesn’t recognize any of them, funnily enough. Unlike Barbara, she’s had no prior experience with the lot, save for maybe Zatanna. And she might recognize Zatanna, but the stage magician is in the throes of lust right now and not looking like her usual heroic self.
Instead, Harley Quinn takes one look at the group of four and assumes that, to be in this part of Gotham they have to be some very lucky whores and a big dicked john doing their business out in the open like the exhibitionists they clearly are.
She considers joining them and leveraging her reputation as a crazy clown to make them let her have her fun, especially as her eyes trace that big juicy fat cock each time it even partially leaves the fat-assed woman’s back door.
But no, Harley isn’t that type of girl anymore. She doesn’t play those sorts of games any longer… at least not in public. Grinning wickedly, the female clown picks Batgirl up and drapes her over her shoulder, retreating with her prey. All the while, she’s hoping that Ivy is still awake. She wants to see the red headed Batgirl all done up in thick vines for their next… fun little tryst.
A dubiously consensual, bondage-filled threesome between her, Ivy, and Batgirl? What’s not to love about that? And yet, even as Harley makes her way back to her and Ivy’s lair, she finds her mind constantly drifting back to that massive cock the mystery man was sporting. It almost makes her want to turn back around, because his huge dick really would be the perfect addition to the fun.
But nah, she doesn’t know if Ivy would really be into that, not like she KNOWS her girlfriend is totally into playing with Batgirl. Maybe Harley would run into the man again some time, and take him for a ride then…
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