NOVEL NEXT Chapter 15: Escalation
Harry is really groggy at this point. Like, REALLY groggy. But he’s getting some semblance of his head on straight as he finds himself pushed off of the girl he was butt-fucking and onto his back. As she slides off of said bed like a snake, the weight displacement on the mattress doesn’t change all that much, except that more of the weight on the bed is down below, near his legs then before. Or more accurately, near his cock.
Looking down the length of his body, Harry blinks blearily as a beautiful red head slides her lips over his cock with an almost reverence to her efforts. Her own eyes are already glazed over, though she is making eye contact as she begins to throat his member without hesitation, sliding him down the back of her esophagus and into her gullet. The fact that she clearly can’t handle his size one bit doesn’t seem to stop her either, and she happily and eagerly chokes herself out on his cock even as her nostrils flare to the best of their ability for some air.
“Hey… hey! We uh, d-don’t have to do this. In fact, could we put all of this on hold for a moment? I’d REALLY like some answers…”
Unfortunately, his words seem to fall on deaf ears. The sporty mixed blonde, Artemis if he was remembering correctly, is still completely passed out in the middle of the room. Meanwhile, the blonde he just got done fucking in the ass, Bette, he was pretty sure her name was, is laid back and watching her red-haired friend go at it with her tongue all over his cock. The blonde’s hand is between her legs and she’s clearly fingering herself, even as exhausted as she has to be.
“Y-Yeah Babs, get it girlfriend…”
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
‘Babs’ gags and gurgles her way up and down his cock with a fervor that takes Harry aback. What was with these girls and going absolutely crazy for his dick? Actually, wasn’t this sort of the same way that the two villainesses back in the warehouse had begun acting. Wait, shit… red hair? Harry wasn’t stupid. Did that make ‘Babs’ the mysterious Batgirl that he’d… well, that he’d ended up defiling?
Ugh, it would explain how he’d got here, he supposed. And it would mean that there were no hard feelings, given her current efforts to repeatedly inhale every last inch of his dick rather than kick him in the nuts for forcing himself upon her. Except, Harry couldn’t kick the feeling that something was wrong. Something was wrong with ALL of this.
Reaching down, Harry grabs ahold of the red head by her ponytail and tugs gently.
“Hey uh… Babs, was it? Can you please stop sucking my cock for a moment? I have questions.”
His answer to that query is more sucking and slurping, as ‘Babs’ doesn’t let him pull her away gently. Giggling over on the floor, Bette’s eyes twinkle as she pipes up.
“That’s Barbara Gordon, stud muffin. Once she has her eye on the prize, she stops at nothing until she gets it~”
Harry groans, even as he files away the red head’s name. Now that he thinks about it, Bette had mentioned he fucked a Barbara at one point. This was THAT Barbara. Great to know and all, but not really useful in the current moment. Groaning, he grabs her head with both hands, trying to dislodge her from throating his monstrous, throbbing cock without actually hurting her.
“C’mon, I just… I just want to TALK!”
But her mouth is like a vacuum, and she seems entirely resistant to the idea of talking… or doing anything other than what she’s doing. And honestly, it’s getting harder for Harry to focus the longer things go on. It’s like a haze is falling over his eyes again, like the more pleasure he experiences, the more he wants. With a lustful growl, his attempt to remove Barbara from his dick without actually injuring her starts to take a turn for the lurid and lewd as he begins to thrust his hips upwards into her gagging, gurgling, convulsing throat.
Ostensibly, he tells himself he’s skull fucking her in an effort to try and push her back, and indeed Harry does manage to sit up at a certain point, even pushing Barbara off of the bed and onto her knees on the floor as he swings his legs over the side of the bed. But somehow his cock stays in her throat the entire time, and her hands aren’t even on his legs anymore clinging to him.
Instead, as she gazes up at him with that desperate need in her eyes, her hands working away at her body underneath her schoolgirl uniform, Harry doubles over Barbara Gordon and lets out a loud, wanton groan as he gets closer and closer to plugging her face hole with a boat load of his cum.
In the midst of all of this, he realizes he’s losing control again… and with a less wanton groan, finally tears her away from himself, popping her off of his cock with a wet sucking noise as her lips continue to be puckered up and ready for more sucky-suck. Unfortunately, he does not manage to pull her off before reaching climax, leaving Harry’s load to rocket out of his cock and all over the red head’s face, his churning balls producing quite the heady payload so that she’s all but covered in it.
Embarrassed by what he’s done, Harry pushes Barbara back out of his reach, leaving the beleaguered and oxygen-starved girl to fall backwards… right onto the lap of one Bette Kane, exhausted, but no less horny, the preppy blonde giggles drunkenly and lowers her head to begin licking and sucking his seed from Barbara’s cum-soaked face.
Meanwhile, the smell of fresh, hot jizz awakens Artemis as well, the mixed blonde perking up and lifting herself off the ground to crawl the handful of feet necessary to put herself in a similar position where she can begin kissing and licking Barbara clean. The trio of girls are soon all wanton moans and mewling, making Harry’s cock, which is still rock hard, throb even more painfully.
And to make matters even worse, Barbara, perhaps sensing the continued presence of the Alpha Male in their midst, spreads her legs apart in his direction, lifting her hips high enough into the air with a delicious and delectable display of flexibility that causes her skirt to hike up and reveals that the gorgeous red head has chosen today of all days to go commando. She’s not wearing a lick of underwear and Harry… Harry can’t possibly resist.
Letting out a growl that’s a distinct mixture between lustful and exasperated, Harry comes down off of the bed and drops to his knees between the red head’s creamy thighs. He grabs hold of her with both hands as he all but snarls, humping his cock forward against her sloppy, soppy slit. His first pass doesn’t find purchase, but that’s okay. He keeps thrusting until he does. At the same time, he’s shaking his head.
“Fine! But after this, I’m getting some fucking answers!”
And with that, he thrusts forward, plowing the same girl he’d definitely fucked the night before. Barbara Gordon, aka Batgirl, squeals from under her friend’s questing mouths and tongues as her tight, compact superheroine body flexes and spasms from the sudden penetration. His cock, massive and long and throbbing, goes in DEEP given the gouging she’d received last night, her pussy already having experienced him once and all too eager to experience him again.
Harry grunts, even as he watches her tight abs distend slightly with the bulge of his cock. He digs his thumbs into her athletic and toned thighs, and he snarls as he begins to drill in and out of her pussy with his enormous bitch breaker.
“This is what you wanted, right? Then fucking take it!”
Barbara is too busy being cleaned up by the tongues of her friends to answer, and too busy being driven absolutely wild with lust and arousal by his big fat cock. Her pussy walls tighten and clench down around his dick in what’s enough of an answer anyways though, her insides clearly giving away that she’s experiencing a near-constant state of orgasmic bliss at this point, her explosive climaxes happening one after the other in what might as well have been a continuous streak of cumming all over his fucking cock.
Pulling away from Barbara for a moment, Bette giggles as her eyes twinkle excitedly, gazing down the length of her friend’s flexing body as he takes Barbara’s cunt and makes it his own.
“That’s right, stud. Fucking give it to her. Give it to her long and hard!”
The blonde dives back down a moment later, and after a bit Artemis pulls away to look as well. The mixed blonde doesn’t say a word however, she just stares, panting and breathing heavily as she watches where he and Barbara are joined, as she watches his cock bulge out Barbara’s tight little tummy in the same exact way it bulged out Artemis’ just a little while earlier.
Clearly a woman of few words, Artemis eventually descends back down to Barbara’s face as well. Of course, as he continues to fuck the gorgeous red head with all of his unnatural might, all the while a small voice in the back of his head telling him that he’s playing right into whatever the fuck is wrong with him by doing this… the two blondes eventually finish cleaning Barbara off.
As they do so, they dive down to her breasts instead, sucking and slurping at them from either side as Barbara tosses her head back and arches her spine, pushing her small tits up into her friends’ mouths. Her eyes rolled back in her skull, her tongue sticking straight out of her own mouth, she looks like nothing more than an absolutely wanton whore at this point.
… Something is seriously up. While Harry can’t say for certain, he doesn’t think that Bette, Artemis, and Barbara had this sort of relationship before he came along. S-Surely muggle girls in expensive looking prep schools like this one didn’t act like such wanton whorish sluts all the time, right? And they c-certainly didn’t engage in foursomes with their friends and a guy they’d literally just met… right?
One could possibly excuse Bette’s initial actions as being understandable given what she thought had happened between him and Barbara and the state he’d been in when she’d found him. Only if she had that sort of personality to begin with though, and from what Harry remembered from Artemis’ reaction to Bette’s decision to jump his bones, it didn’t seem like she did.
The sportier and more athletic of the two blondes had been aghast at Bette’s behavior at first, completely horrified even. She’d tried to pull the other blonde off of him… for all of a few seconds before she’d unthinkingly joined her friend in sexually assaulting him. Not that Harry had minded one bit of it.
But then, that was the problem, wasn’t it? Why wasn’t he putting an end to all of this? Why wasn’t he putting a stop to anything? D-Damn it all, he was currently ball’s deep in Barbara AGAIN, after whatever Poison Ivy had done to him had made him rape her as Batgirl the night before!
Poison Ivy… that had to be part of this, didn’t it? Whatever she’d intended, it wasn’t what the villainess had got. After all, Harry was pretty fucking confident that no part of Ivy’s plans involved him fucking her so hard and so strongly that she was left passed out and rag-dolled in his arms. He’d plowed her so silly that… well, he was pretty sure she was still alive, at least?
Yeah… yeah, from what little he could remember of the night before, Poison Ivy was still alive. No thanks to him though. He might have literally fucked her to death if it wasn’t for that clown woman… Harley Quinn, and her quick thinking. Harley had offered both herself and Batgirl up to slake his lusts, hadn’t she?
He was beginning to piece it all together now. The only problem was… Barbara’s pussy still felt too fucking good. Fuck, he was getting close again, about to blow his load once more. He… he couldn’t cum inside. It was too risky by far! With a hoarse groan, the young wizard pulls out once again, and once again paints Barbara Gordon with his cum. This time, his seed spurts out across her in a bit of a wider spray, covering not just her face in his jizz, but squirting all over her body, from her head down to her clit as he just… paints her like one of his French girls.
Harry has no doubt in his mind that Barbara would be engaging in the exact same, if not for the fact that she’d passed out from the exertion of their final mutual climax. Which… was becoming a distressingly common thing with the women he fucked, wasn’t it? To say nothing of Harry himself starting to lose track of things and let his baser instincts get the better of him.
And yet, even in the midst of all his worry and concern, Harry can’t help but admire the sight. So much so that he doesn’t notice the portal open on the bed behind him. Not until a pair of hands reaches through and pulls him up and over the event horizon, dragging him through the portal which subsequently disappears with a pop.
Needless to say, the hungering girls in the dorm room eventually notice their missing man, but also subsequently notice the cum leaking from Bette’s still agape anus, causing Artemis to jump her next as she succumbs to the other blonde’s questing tongue. Soon after, Barbara wakes up, and Artemis’ stuffed pussy ends up next on the chopping block as the three addled young women scour each other and every inch of the room for any bit of Harry’s seed that they can procure.
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With a yelp, Harry finds himself somewhere else entirely, besides a prep school dorm room. Although, it’s not a NEW place per say… in fact, he recognizes the supervillain lair under the abandoned warehouse where he spent the previous night very well.
“Did you enjoy all of those tight schoolgirl holes, Harry? I bet you did~”
And he recognizes the familiar voice of his… ‘rescuer’ just as well. Zatanna Zatara grins at him as he finally manages to reorient himself, the absolutely gorgeous raven-haired American witch kneeling before him and already beginning to jerk him back up to full mast. Not that his mammoth-sized member had even fully gone down… it had descended to perhaps half-chub at best, and despite Harry’s long night and long day, it was almost like it was EAGER to get hard again in Zatanna’s skilled hands.
“Z-Zatanna, fuck am I glad to see you. Wha-?”
With a finger pressed to his lips, Zatanna’s grin takes on a distinctly predatory edge to it.
“Shush now. Do you have any idea how hard it was to track you down, Harry? You owe me one~”
She positively sings that last bit, even as she gazes hungrily upon his cock.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to yourself, but your magical signature is large enough to blot out the entire state right now. Didn’t know what the fuck I was looking at when I first tried to scry for you. It was like trying to find a needle in a hurricane… except it turns out, the needle was the hurricane all along~”
Harry blinks at that, taking in that knowledge.
“I-!”
But Zatanna just overrides him again.
“When magic failed, we had to resort to… less than ethical means to get the answers we wanted.”
She gestures almost contemptuously to the other side of Ivy and Harley’s lair, and Harry finally sees what he wasn’t paying attention to up until this point. There, on the other side of the lair, Galatea and Kara are going to town on Poison Ivy. The older, more voluptuous woman is currently being spit-roasted between the two Argoans, each of them taking an end and floating up into the air so that her arms and legs are dangling uselessly beneath her while her tits bounce and jiggle with their enthusiastic treatment of her body.
“I enchanted the dildos myself, of course. They mimic your cock as best as my knowledge would allow, though obviously a lot has changed for you. You’re a good few inches bigger, for one~”
Zatanna continues to coo over his massive member as she continues to explain, Harry… somewhat mesmerized by the view of Tea and Kara just absolutely going to town on Ivy. And the plant controller is seemingly enjoying it to, or at least not in a state to do anything about it if she’s not. Despite this being HER lair, despite there being plants all around them, it’s like… it’s like the plant life is cowering away from the lair’s uninvited guests.
Certainly, none of her creations are trying to help their poor mother as she’s experiencing the vengeful horny wrath of not one, but two Kryptonian-level space aliens.
Unfortunately, as sexy as the sight was and as happy as Harry was to see Ivy get her comeuppance, if his burgeoning theory was right, they needed her. Not just alive, but mentally intact as well. Groaning at Zatanna’s attention to his dick, Harry makes yet another attempt to get through to the beautiful stage magician.
“Zatanna, I- ohfuck!”
Before he can get another word out, the busty raven-haired witch dips down and plants her lips around his cockhead. But that’s not all she does. She presses her tongue against his dick slit, working it along his glans like she’s making out with it, like it’s her lover. All the while, her eyes remain fixed on his face. It’s an incredibly hot sight that takes Harry’s breath away and once again robs him of his voice. With a knowing smirk, Zatanna pops her mouth back off of his cock and continues to explain.
“Once we knew that Ivy and Quinn had captured Batgirl the night before and that she’s disappeared along with you after they both passed out, it became much easier to track you down. After all, Barbara is such a goody two-shoes. She would never miss class~”
Was that really what had happened? He’d been pulled out of this villain’s lair by a beleaguered Batgirl, only for her to drag him back to her dorm instead of say… a hospital or somewhere more secure, all because she had to be ready for school in the morning?! The incredulity of the thought takes Harry aback enough that he’s not say what to say to that for a moment.
Zatanna, taking his silence as overall acquiescence, dips her head back down and goes back to tonguing his glans and sucking on his cockhead like she’s making out with a lover. One hand goes atop her head, but Harry doesn’t even try to push her back as he tilts his own head back, knowing he’s fighting a losing battle at this point.
“Oh fuuuuck…”
“Mistah H! Yer back~”
And of course, now this was fucking happening. Just as he’s coming to terms with the fact that he’s probably going to have to let Zatanna suck his cock and fuck him too before he can get any of his worries across to the lust-drunk witch or get any answers about his current condition from her… Harley Quinn shows up again.
Harry tenses up as the psychotic clown comes bouncing over. The only reason he doesn’t do more than that is her current state of mobility. When he says ‘bouncing over’… he means that literally. The harlequin is currently tied up quite securely. There’s what he assumes to be magical rope around her wrists, and then there’s more magical rope wrapped around her arms and torso to lock them up against her body. Followed by even MORE magical rope around her thighs and ankles.
And yet, she still makes considerably good time in hopping her way to him, only to drop to her knees right alongside Zatanna.
Without missing a beat, Zatanna reaches up and grabs Harley by the hair. Her eyes staying fixed on his face the entire time, her tongue continuing to work over his cockhead as she sucks and kisses it with all her might, the raven-haired American witch directs Harley down… and down some more, regulating the captured crazy clown bitch to Harry’s balls.
Not that Harley looks to mind one bit as she happily begins guzzling at his sweaty, swollen, throbbing gonads, her tongue working over the churning nut sack as Harry throws his head back and groans. Not that Harley has ANYTHING on Zatanna. Even as she’s directing the captured villainess in how to properly worship his balls, Zatanna herself is beginning to descend down his cock.
The difference in technique between her and Barbara is immediately obvious. So is the difference in skill, experience, and age, Harry notices. Barbara, for all her enthusiasm, had been amateur hour compared to the much more experienced Zatanna Zatara. Where Barbara had all but fucked her face on his cock to try and take him all the way to the root, Zatanna takes her time, swallowing continuously to repress her gag reflex, so she can go all the way at her own, admittedly fast pace.
As good as Barbara’s mouth vacuum and clenching throat had felt, Harry had honestly enjoyed fucking her pussy more than her mouth. Of course, that might have been because he was in control of the former while he was literally trying to fight off the latter. Now resigned to the fact that he would need to satisfy a desperate Zatanna’s cravings before he could get anything actually done with the American witch, Harry is able to relax just a little and really enjoy himself.
Of course, it certainly helps that the bound and tied up Harley Quinn is so eager to assist as well, her tongue dancing all over his balls until Zatanna eventually loses interest in holding her in place and directing her by physical force. As soon as the heroine’s grip on Harley’s hair loosens, the crazy clown’s tongue goes all over the place, working away at his balls and taint and even giving him a rim job as she wriggles and writhes around like a worm beneath them both.
The manic energy from Harley, the exquisite single-minded focus from Zatanna… the show that Tea and Kara are putting on as they continue to abuse the woman behind all of this between them… it’s just too much for Harry.
His balls tighten almost painfully, and he groans as another orgasm is forced out of him. Despite her skill and experience, there are some things that no one is ready for. Much like Barbara, Zatanna is not biologically capable of handling a load as big as Harry’s currently are. And so even though she tries, he ends up overwhelming her, his seed blasting into her mouth and down her throat, before coming back up again an instant later and exploding out of her nose.
Her eyes roll back in her head partially and he makes quite the mess of her lower face by the time he’s done cumming… and yet, even as he pulls back, even as Zatanna is gurgling and gagging her way through his overwhelming load… it’s almost like her body is moving on its own in a somewhat zombie-like fashion. Needless to say, the American witch knows precisely what she wants.
Harry is subsequently pushed onto his back, again. This dislodges Harley from her spot between his legs, causing the harlequin to whine uselessly as she continues to wiggle around on the ground in her state of bondage. But neither Harry nor Zatanna are paying her much mind. Not Harry, because he’s focused on Zatanna. And not Zatanna, because she’s focused on Harry’s cock.
Without even using magic, she reaches down and tears a hole in her fishnets, yanking the crotch of her leotard aside as she spins about and pops a squat. Her ass cheeks are spread nice and wide, revealing her perfect, puckered anus to Harry’s eyes. Her back arches, her head tilted up in the air as she continues gargling his load and sending her tongue out on retrieval missions to gather more of his cum from both her upper lip and her chin.
And then she drives herself downwards, slamming herself home onto his waiting, throbbing cock. Harry’s bitch breaker does what it does best… it breaks a bitch. Zatanna anally impales herself onto his massive member, and then squeals like the impaled slut she is, her entire body spasming and shaking, her pussy squirting all over Harley’s face given that the tied-up villainess is literally inch-worming right in front of her.
Reaching out, Harry grabs Zatanna by the hips and then ultimately palms both of her ass cheeks. Her torn fishnets are easy enough to grip through with his fingers as he digs his digits into her buttocks. Not to pull her off… no, he’s well past the point of resigned to what’s happening right now. And to be fair, his cock IS throbbing with need, even now. Even after the night before, even after the day he’s had… he wants to creampie Zatanna’s ass.
How fucked up is that? How is he still going? Merlin, he’d gotten one rest in and that was it! But fuck it, Harry needed to burn off this energy somehow. And he needed to somehow get Zatanna back in her right mind. Hopefully… hopefully giving the gorgeous witch what she wanted would do that, and then just maybe she could help him out again. Or maybe that was wishful thinking brought on by just how smoking hot Zatanna is and how much fun it is to butt fuck her.
… Yeah, it was probably the latter, but that wasn’t going to stop either of them, now, was it? With his grip on her gorgeous bouncing bubble butt solidified, Harry begins to thrust upwards, turning Zatanna’s manic and energetic ride of his cock into a ride of a bucking bronco as she yelps and leans forward, having to reach out and grab hold of his legs just to hold on for dear life and stay atop his cock.
Grunting, Harry slams up into Zatanna’s ass from below with greater and greater force. Meanwhile, he can hear licking and slurping from between his legs that he ultimately distinguishes at Harley inching forward and beginning to clean the last remnants of his cum from Zatanna’s face before the beleaguered raven-haired heroine can get to them.
Once that’s done, Harley makes her way further down. Harry knows this, because that familiar set of lips ends up on his ball sack again, the tied-up harlequin laid out between his legs and once more suckling at his nuts, this time wholly of her own accord and at her own leisure as he butt fucks Zatanna Zatara from below with all of his remaining strength.
Even if Zatanna is no longer controlling Harley, that doesn’t mean ‘at her own leisure’ isn’t still at the same manic pace as before. Needless to say, Harry knows something is wrong. He knows this has to be fixed. He just… doesn’t know how to fix it.
In the interest of perhaps combining work with play, Harry slides his hands up from Zatanna’s ass to her sides, and then from her sides all the way up and around to her tits. Groping them harshly, he yanks the stage magician backwards and she squeals as she goes, her ass further impaled on his massive member and her back against his chest as he hooks his feet on the inside of her ankles and continues to drive up into her from below.
He’s effectively reverse prone boning her now, with Zatanna on top of him but Harry in complete control as he gropes and molests her absolutely amazing knockers for a brief moment before pinching and pulling hard on her nipples in an attempt to get her mind to focus on his words.
“Zatanna… Zatanna! Poison Ivy… did something to me last night. She… she used her pheromones on me. But I, nngh, I don’t think they worked the way they were supposed to!”
Giggling drunkenly, eyes rolling around in her head as she’s taken for quite the anal ride, Zatanna’s head lolls back onto his shoulder, letting them both turn their heads to look at one another, though Zatanna is a lot less focused then he is.
“Hehehe~ Well that’s a good thing, silly~ Mmm, if they had worked the way they were supposed to, you’d probably be dead… hic!”
Harry blinks at that and tugs viciously on Zatanna’s nipples again.
“Elaborate!”
Barking orders at the lust-drunk, cum-drunk, and all-around inebriated woman seems to do the trick, even if Harry might not like the answers he gets.
“Mmm, if her pheromones had worked, she would have, oooh, made you into a p-puppet and then, hah, once she was d-done with you, she, oooh, would have c-cut the strings~”
Well shit. That didn’t sound good.
“Zatanna… Zatanna, listen to me! Do you have any idea what unintended effects her pheromones might have had on me instead? This shit isn’t natural! Your reaction right now, it’s not natural! You need to focus!”
“C-Can’t. Hehe, cock too good. Give me more cock, Harry. Coooooock~”
Merlin, she sounded like a fucking… porno zombie, or something. Harry groans as Zatanna’s ass clenches up around his member for the umpteenth time, another bucking and spasming of her hips and body signaling that she was experiencing yet another explosive orgasm. Fuck, it felt good to have the American witch’s fat booty bouncing up and down on his thrusting cock under his power, but it also felt wrong, like something was off. He needed to figure out what that something was. He needed to get to the bottom of this.
He needed… he needed to cum again. Harry groans as he approaches yet another orgasm, while Zatanna moans like the wanton whore she’s become for the time being. Harley continues to suckle at his balls, even as they throb and swell and churn with yet another thick, sticky, viscous load of seed. And then Harry is jizzing up into Zatanna’s bowels, filling her with cum. But it’s not just the filling… it’s the speed at which his seed is coming out of his cock.
With a loud squeal, Zatanna is launched off of his dick like a bottle rocket, quite literally torn from his hands. He could have held on, but he might have hurt her, might have given her a serious case of rugburn or damaged her nipples or something. Instead, Harry lets her go… and go she does, flying up into the air on a geyser of sperm and propelling forward as she skids to a halt a few feet past Harley’s prone, tied up body, a few feet away from his feet, face down, ass up.
Something about the position feels oddly like déjà vu to Harry, but he can’t focus on that right now. Instead, he groans, cradling his head for a moment before giving it a good shake as he brings himself back into focus. He needed to stay on track. He needed to-
… Huh, it’d gotten really quiet all of the sudden, hadn’t it? It takes Harry a moment to realize what’s suddenly missing, and when he does, he blinks and then slowly lifts his head to look over to where Tea and Kara were once spit-roasting Poison Ivy relentlessly between the two of them. Maybe it was the final extremely loud squeal from Zatanna as she was literally rocketed off of his dick at the end there. Maybe it was the sudden overwhelming smell of his cum pouring out of her cum-packed asshole.
… But more likely, it was the fact that, with Zatanna passing out and going unconscious, Tea and Kara’s magical strap-ons have vanished, the constructs no longer sticking around now that Zatanna was out of it. Which brought to mind certain thoughts about how much she could feel and experience through those dildos, but that really wasn’t important right now.
What was important was that Ivy had dropped to the floor of her own lair with a painful-sounding and altogether wet splat, while both Tea and Kara were looking at him with wide, excited eyes, as if just now clocking his presence.
The moment of frozen time passes, and the twin Argoans dart forward, zipping over to him with all the speed and flight that their alien physiology allows them. Blanching, Harry does his best to try and ward them off.
“Wait, girls! Look, I know it’s been a day, but we need to-mmph!”
They silence his protests as they jockey for his attention, Tea attacking his lips with her own first, only for Kara to steal them away a moment later. They growl and snarl at each other in animalistic fashions, acting more like bitches in heat then the intelligent and bright women Harry is pretty sure they are, deep down inside.
His only saving grace, as it stands, ends up being Zatanna… skidded across the floor and currently representing a massive receptacle for his latest thick, steamy cum load. Kara is the first to break away as the scent overwhelms her, acting like a clarion call to the young heroine. When Tea realizes what the other Argoan is doing, she hesitates for a moment, displaying the most resistance and willpower Harry has seen yet from any of the women he’s interacted with these last two days. She looks between him and the load of cum he just got done leaving in Zatanna’s gaping ass, and her face twitches and scrunches up, as if she’s fighting so, so hard not to leave his side.
For a moment, Harry feels hope welling up in him and opens his mouth to tell her to stay, to commend her, to tell her to keep fighting it. But before he can say a single word… she tears away from him, leaving him as well to join Kara in fighting over this latest source of his seed. Watching in some dismay, Harry shakes his head, realizing that it’s only a matter of time before they finish with Zatanna and then come for the source of his cum again… him and more important, his poor beleaguered cock.
The two Argoan women might literally kill him if he stuck around. In the end, even if he wants nothing more than to stay and have his girls help him figure this out, it’s obvious they can’t. In fact, there’s only one person in this room that might be able to help him, and it’s not any of them, Harry realizes much to his dismay.
With a grimace, he apparates over to the comatose form of Poison Ivy, only to lose balance for a moment. Looking down, he figures out the problem rather quickly. A pair of innocently insane big blue eyes stare up at him as Harley somehow came along for the ride. It’s good that she did, to be fair, because her mouth was still securely attached to his swollen ball sack, and if she hadn’t come, she might have kept his balls with her as he splinched himself.
That still doesn’t explain how he somehow managed to apparate the both of them without even consciously trying to bring her along. He wasn’t that powerful, was he?
Harry doesn’t have long to think about it. A glance over at Tea and Kara shows that they’re already starting to finish with Zatanna’s ass. He only has a few moments at best, so he reaches down and swings Poison Ivy over his shoulder as fast as possible. Just in time too, as he straightens up the crazy eyes of the two Argoan blondes laser in on him.
This time, Harry is trying to apparate himself, Ivy, and Harley… and finds it to be surprisingly easier than normal, as he and the two villainesses disappear from the lair in the nick of time as two blonde, lust-crazed fuck-zombies blur through the space where he used to be, almost certainly about to accidentally turn his body into paste from the impact if he hadn’t gotten out of there when he did.
And with that, Harry James Potter is in the wind once more, with two supervillains as his only company and a growing collection of women of varying ages and power levels looking for him and for their next fix…
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