NOVEL NEXT Chapter 9: Zatanna & Kara
Teleportation had never been a very fun experience for one Harry Potter. Apparation was a bit better than taking the Floo, which was a bit better than a Port Key, but in his experience, all three options were utterly awful. This was in fact because magical teleportation involved the condensation of a person and their magic down into a very small space before flinging them wherever they wanted to go.
The more magic someone had, the more difficult they would find magical teleportation methods to be. And Harry… well, Harry had magic to spare.
But then, what would non-magical teleportation feel like? As Harry sneaks away from Galatea to find out, he sends off a message to Zatanna letting her know he’s ready. A moment later, he’s somewhere else entirely, disappearing from the middle of the forest clearing he’d walked to and reappearing in the Justice League’s Watchtower.
There’s no pain, no moment of nausea, no sudden need to evacuate his stomach all over the pristine metal floor that’s suddenly beneath his feet. There’s a mild sense of vertigo as he experiences the swap from natural gravity to artificial gravity for the first time, but that calms down surprisingly fast. Looking around the teleportation room in wonder, Harry has to admit, he’s outright amazed.
Off to the side is a window, and he finds himself walking over to stare out it. The Earth stares back at him as he looks down, for the first time being forced to acknowledge the plain and simple truth… he’s now in space. He’d known ahead of time where he was going, of course. Zatanna had explained it to him, that the Justice League’s main base of operations orbited Earth.
But knowing was different from experiencing and always would be. Knowing that he was leaving his planet behind was one thing, actually leaving it behind and staring down at it from above, from outer space… it was another entirely. Harry just stares for a moment, until Zatanna touches his arm.
“Harry, we should probably get moving. I haven’t exactly told many in the League about you or Galatea out of respect for your desire to handle her yourself.”
Harry blinks at that and cocks his head in acknowledgement. He appreciates Zatanna’s candor, but even still, it’s hard to let her pull him away from the viewport. Ultimately, he lets her do it though, following her as she leads him down a hall by the arm. They sneak away to an unused laboratory space, and Harry once again finds himself marveling at the exotic looking technology all around him.
It’s like it’s from an alien planet… but then, Galatea WAS from an alien planet, wasn’t she? Or if not her, then the girl that his clone lover was made out of was from an alien planet. The Justice League had aliens in it’s ranks. It really didn’t hit Harry until then what that would mean, how crazy this must be. He’d spent all of his formative years in the incredibly insular and small community that was Wizarding Britain.
The greater world was so much bigger, vaster, and more awe-inspiring then Harry could ever have imagined.
“Over here.”
Letting go of him for a moment, reluctantly, Zatanna strides over to a nearby table, her heels clicking across the floor as she goes. Harry can’t help but take a moment to admire her voluptuous backside. Clad in her stage costume, a cross between a magician and a magician’s sexy assistant with that jacket and those fishnet stockings, she was absolutely gorgeous to watch leave.
But he does remember himself after a moment and hurries over, following her up to the table where Zatanna pulls forward a small box.
“This right here… this is the silver bullet, so to speak.”
Flipping it open, she reveals a faintly glowing red rock to him, making Harry blink as he stares down at it. Before he can even ask anything, Zatanna leaves his side in order to crowd him from behind, the older woman finally failing to keep her hands to herself. Given Harry has honestly been able to smell her arousal since he arrived, the young man isn’t all that surprised. Zatanna nuzzles his neck and runs a hand down his chest while her other works open his pants, her fingers deftly reaching for his cock.
“What… is it?”
Kissing his neck and stroking him towards full mast, Zatanna takes a moment to answer… but eventually, she gets something out.
“Red, mm, Kryptonite. It’s the answer to all our problems~”
Harry frowns as Zatanna gets more and more handsy and less and less focused on the task at hand. What was with him and turning every woman in his radius into a huge slut? Seriously…
“And what… Zatanna, does Red Kryptonite do?”
With a bit of warning in his voice, he gets a faster and more in depth response this time, though the beautiful American Witch never does stop stroking his cock.
“Well, the green variant has been proven to incapacitate and slowly kill Superman over time. Obviously, we’re not looking to out and out KILL Galatea, are we?”
Harry frowns at the idea. As much as Galatea had shown her true colors more and more, causing so very much upheaval in his life, he didn’t want her dead. She was still the woman who killed Voldemort and all his Death Eaters. More than that… she was still the woman Harry loved. He just… he needed to find a way to fix her. He needed to find a way to change the dynamics of their relationship in his favor.
“No… we don’t.”
Giggling into his neck almost teasingly, Zatanna rubs herself against his back even more enthusiastically, moaning into his ear for a long moment before finally continuing on.
“Unfortunately, Red Kryptonite has never been tested on an Argoan before. But… the hope is that it will remove Galatea’s powers without killing her. Leaving her just as helpless as a human woman… a muggle, as your lot like to call them.”
Tea without her strength, without her flight, without her immense power. Harry can only imagine how she would react to such a thing… but it would at least give him a chance to talk to her. And if talking wasn’t working, do more than talk at that. If the only languages Tea spoke were violence and sex… well, she’d been teaching him to speak those languages pretty damn well of late too, hadn’t she?
Though, that first part… just as Harry is beginning to open his mouth to question the veracity of a plan that relies on untested materials, Zatanna apparently reaches the end of yet another rope and spins him around. Popping a squat right then and there, she inadvertently reveals to him the slit she’s made in her leotard, which splits open to reveal her cunt as well as a ring piercing on her clit with a little lightning bolt dangling from it.
Her pussy juices begin to drip onto the metal floor of the laboratory as she positively inhales Harry’s massive member down her throat, her lips like the suction of a vacuum as she goes. In response, he chokes on his words and has to cling to the edge of the table behind him for support, Zatanna’s oral technique leaving him weak in the knees for a moment before he recovers.
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
As she eagerly and enthusiastically begins face fucking herself on his cock, Harry lets out a lustful growl, eventually recovering enough to get out his question.
“Zatanna… if it’s never been used before on someone of Tea’s race, how the hell do we know it’ll work in the first place?”
Rather than answer him, Zatanna’s eyes dart up to meet his for a moment, twinkling with mischief before she redoubles her pace, proving that her previous eager enthusiasm was NOTHING compared to the work she can really put in. As her tongue swirls around his glans before she once again descends to the base of his cock, Harry lets out a loud groan and throws his head back, cursing under his breath as the beautiful slut of an American Witch worships his cock.
It’s his fault, it’s gotta be. He’d turned Zatanna Zatara into some kind of nympho slut. Normally, Harry wouldn’t be nearly so egotistical as to claim that it was all him… but the lightning bolt clit piercing was pretty fucking damning evidence.
Still, they’re not here for this. Zatanna herself said it, he probably wasn’t even supposed to BE here. In the interest of finishing things up before they get found out, Harry tries his best to fight back his lust, to fight back against the little voice in the back of his head that said to just take Zatanna right then and there, to conquer her.
It’s a little easier fighting that voice when it sounds so much like Tea these days in all honesty. Instead of grabbing hold of her hair to drive her down his length more violently, Harry pulls Zatanna’s head back, managing to drag his cock away from her hungry mouth for a moment. However, as he does so, it manages to find it’s way to lodge down between her cleavage, even as he holds her face up to meet his eyes.
“Zatanna…”
His warning growl does not dissuade Zatanna as much as he might have hoped, because the mischievous raven-haired beauty immediately begins to give him a truly wonderful tit fuck, even spitting down her own cleavage as she pushes her tits together with her hands. At the same time, she bats her eyelashes innocently and smiles coyly up at him.
“Yes, Harry?”
It takes a truly titanic amount of effort to get it out, but eventually he does…
“How the fuck… do we know… if it’ll WORK or not?!”
All the while, Zatanna’s bust, confined in her top as it still is, is proving to be one of the tightest, hottest, and increasingly slickest places (thanks to her drool and saliva) that Harry has ever had the pleasure of fucking. Before Zatanna even answers him, her hot, smooth breastflesh succeeds in milking his cock to completion, leaving the American Witch letting out a deeply satisfied moan as white, hot spunk explodes down her chest and across her stomach.
The white button up shirt she’s wearing is soon staining through with his seed, even as Zatanna grins up at him most wickedly.
“I have just the plan for that, Harry. Mm, we’ll find out what sort of effect Red Kryptonite has on an Argoan soon enough~”
With that said, Zatanna leans down and begins licking along Harry’s pulsating cock, even as it slips back out of her cum-soaked, cum-filled cleavage. Swirling her tongue around his messy cockhead, she slurps up what she can of his delicious cream, even as Harry struggles to not go cross-eyed from the pleasure and instead focus on the matter at hand. Namely, what the fuck Zatanna means by her frustratingly vague hints!
But once again, he finds himself preempted by something happening before he can speak… or rather, in this case, some-ONE. Before he can ask Zatanna to clarify precisely what she means by her statement, their revelry is interrupted by an unexpected blonde visitor. Unexpected by Harry, of course… Zatanna had always known she’d be coming around. After all, she’d been the one to invite Kara Zor-El to this little pow-wow.
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To say Kara’s situation of late had been difficult would probably be the understatement of the century. Ever since Galatea had been defeated and dispatched during her attack on the Watchtower, Kara had to admit… she wished more than anything that her clone had either died or been captured. Because even Galatea behind bars would hopefully not be able to get up to as much shenanigans as she had been since their last confrontation.
And sure, perhaps the Argoan Clone was engaging in a bit less violence at the behest of evil shadow organizations like Cadmus now… but that didn’t make it any better for Kara. The visions that she was forced to endure each night were highly, HIGHLY erotic, and the amount of pleasure was as torturous and overwhelming then any level of pain she’d ever been made to feel.
So of course, when Zatanna had invited her to meet in one of the Watchtower’s unused labs and even announced that the man who’d been tormenting her each night with visions of incredible debauchery and depravity would be there, Kara had been… excited? Enticed? Anticipatory? None of those words felt entirely appropriate to fully describe the breadth of Kara’s sheer NEED to finally confront this man that Galatea had shacked up with, this… Harry Potter, as Zatanna called him.
Unfortunately, she was a bit late to the meeting, mostly because she was STILL recovering from the latest of the sordid visions, possibly the most depraved and debauched yet. Watching through her clone’s eyes as Harry had defiled a trio of a mother and her two daughters, all of them beautiful blondes with an ethereal gorgeousness to them… it shouldn’t have been as arousing as it was.
But then, Kara’s pussy hadn’t been able to stay dry for a second since the visions started back up again after Galatea’s recovery. Even when she was awake and active, she was thinking about her dreams, thinking about all of those phantom sensations, which in turn left her to constantly grow horny and aroused from her memories.
This had led to Kara secluding herself from her duties, effectively taking a leave of absence that Zatanna had put in on her behalf. She’d eventually forgone the use of panties altogether, after finding that she was ruining them at such a rate that it wasn’t even worth running them through the Watchtower’s high-tech, incredibly advanced laundry service.
However, all of those phantom sensations, all of the visions of sex and debauchery and raunchy depravity that Kara had been experiencing for weeks now… none if it could possibly compare to the real thing. She should have expected that, she should have known better, but instead, Kara flies into the lab, more worried about being late then how she’s going to react to the very presence of the man who’s caused her so much pleasurable torment.
What she runs into is a veritable wall of sex, the smell of Harry’s cum, only experienced secondhand up to this point, hitting her like a truck. As Harry pushes himself away from Zatanna and removes his cock from her lips, it’s just in time for Kara to lose control of her light. This results in her quite literally falling directly into Harry’s lap.
Needless to say, as he hits the ground a bit hard but not hard enough to incapacitate him, Harry is shocked to look up and see a younger, lither version of Tea rubbing against his cock. Her smooth tight thighs cross along his length even as it juts up between her legs, and her naked, sopping wet mound GRINDS against the base of his dick.
The smell of sex and Harry’s seed is one thing, and it alone would probably be enough to leave Kara a mewling mess BEGGING for his cock. But that’s before one brings Red Kryptonite into the situation, and with the small lead box still very much open on the table above, Kara falls under the effects of the red version of the rock in moments.
Unlike Zatanna hoped, it doesn’t remove all of an Argoan’s or even all of a Kryptonian’s powers. No, what Red Kryptonite does… is remove all of an Argoan or Kryptonian’s INHIBITIONS. In a moment, Harry has his hands full with a smaller-than-Galatea Argoan who wants nothing more than to immediately jump his bones.
Positively howling, Kara lifts herself up and SLAMS herself down, taking his entire cock inside of her vice-like twat in a single second. Luckily, there is one positive from this little experiment. The Red Kryptonite clearly doesn’t completely disable a Argoan’s powers, but it’s weakening Kara a little bit like Red Sunlight, except to far less effect.
Which means the incredibly powerful slim blonde DOESN’T immediately crush Harry’s entire middle into paste with her first impalement on his cock, killing him outright. Instead, Harry feels the bones in his pelvis creak a little in protest, even as she begins to ride him with reckless, wild, nymphomaniac abandon, moaning wantonly all the while, bouncing up and down on his dick.
Harry groans in return, because despite the mild discomfort of his bones protesting this treatment, he still very much enjoys how tight Kara’s cunt is. Call it a side effect of being magical or what have you, but his cock is not smooshed into so much paste by her superpowered alien pussy.
Instead, Harry’s big fat bitch breaker is doing it’s job of breaking the bitch currently on top of him… it’s just a matter of who will break first, at this point. As Harry grunts and groans, his own voice easily overwhelmed and overtaken by Kara’s positively ear piercing shrieks and squeals, Zatanna crawls over to the side of them both, grinning lewdly as she licks her lips and makes eye contact with Harry.
“Harry, meet Kara. Kara, meet Harry. Though, you should probably know, Harry… Kara is already VERY well acquainted with your thick, fat cock.”
It’s not hard for Harry to put two and two together, but it is made a little bit more difficult by the situation at hand. Not to mention, he learned all of this information previously while in the throes of pleasure as well. Even still, as he cups the blonde Argoan’s ass and squeezes it while she bounces up and down on his dick, he gets what Zatanna is saying.
This is Kara, the girl who he and Galatea had been unknowingly tormenting for months… and then knowingly tormenting for weeks more. Harry felt a little bad about that, how even after he and Zatanna had had their first meeting, he’d continued to engage in sexual antics with Galatea that had one hundred percent been transmitted back to Kara all the while.
It wasn’t like he could explain to Tea that he’d had contact with a representative of the Justice League who, in the midst of fucking herself silly on his cock, had told him about Kara’s predicament. As it stood, Tea had probably known exactly what they were doing to her original every time they fucked. She’d probably known and been happy for it, taking a sadistic pleasure out of it, more than likely.
As things stood, there was nothing Harry could do about that… just like there was nothing Harry could do about this, now that it’s started. The look on Kara’s face as the Argoan fell fully under the effects of the Red Kryptonite was… crazed, to say the least. Weakened ever so slightly so that he could survive sex with her? Sure, maybe. But she was also sex-crazed as a result of the Red Kryptonite, and he wasn’t sure what they could do about that.
As she cums again and again around his cock, climbing him like a spider monkey and slamming her tight cunt down his length at breakneck speed, Harry can’t hold on any longer. With a loud groan, he fills her womb with his seed, spilling it out into her. For the briefest of moments, Kara collapses atop him, her hold on him loosening and lightening as she convulses from the most explosive orgasm yet.
Seeing an opportunity, Harry reacts in a rush, boosted by a bit of accidental wandless magic, his own innate power source responding to it’s wielder’s levels of stress. And Harry was VERY stressed right now. Because, he was having a realization, even as he moves, even as he’s left beleaguered by the pleasure of Kara’s tight Argoan cunt. It’s a slow realization, something coming to him over time… but he’s getting there.
By the time Kara has recovered, Harry has her in a much more advantageous position for himself. Namely, on her hands and knees getting fucked from behind doggystyle just like the alien bitch in heat that she is. As he grips her hips and slams home into her no-less-tight cunt with all his might, Kara throws her head back and moans wantonly.
She quickly recovers enough to push back against him, and with enough time, her forcible pushes back into his thrusting hips grow stronger and stronger. It’s all Harry can do to keep up with the superpowered alien. Even slightly weakened by the Red Kryptonite as she is, Kara more than makes up for the lessening in strength through sheer tenacity and wild nymphomania, NEEDING his cock and working her fucking ass off, quite literally, to get it.
This is where Zatanna finally steps in, and Harry feels a burst of energy and power fill him as the American Witch whispers under her breath.
“Rewopme siht nam!”
Their magics combine together to empower him, to give him the strength to redouble his own pace. Kara, having never in her life been taken by a man who can not only keep up with her but also dominate her, squeals like a stuck pig, her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth oh-so-invitingly. Too invitingly, one might say, because Zatanna grins wickedly and crouches in front of Kara, grabbing the blonde Argoan by her hair and forming it into a makeshift ponytail as she forces that tongue of hers to work over her clit and cunt and the dangling lightning bolt piercing.
Judging by the way Zatanna moans in satisfaction, her free hand groping one of her tits, which have at some point been pulled free of her cum-soaked top, Kara is doing her part, even perhaps unknowingly. Harry drives the lithe blonde forward into Zatanna’s twat, and for a little while the two are downright double-teaming Kara.
But again comes the turn, as Harry finds himself reaching another climax. This time around, it’s Kara who recovers from the overwhelming pleasure first. As they both orgasm at the same time, Harry curses, his head pounding in protest. Being magically empowered was one thing, but just because his body could keep going didn’t mean his mind was empowered as well.
In the momentary lapse, Kara whips herself back around and jumps his bones AGAIN. Thanks to Zatanna’s empowerment and his own natural massive magical reserves, Harry doesn’t fall flat on his back this time around. Instead, he ends up managing to meet the Unstoppable Force that is Kara Zor-El with his own showing of an Immovable Object.
She leaps into his arms like the inhibition-less nympho that the Red Kryptonite has made her, and this time Harry manages to meet her properly, cupping her ass in his hands, holding her close to him as she clings to him with all four of her slender limbs in a decent rendition of a spider monkey, her lips smashing against his and their tongues dueling as she kisses him with a soul-searing passion.
There’s no doubt about it, months upon months of experiencing his cock from Tea’s perspective have broken Kara Zor-El, quite frankly. Not only is she mentally and physically exhausted by the toll that her visions have taken on herself, but she’s also just not able to live without that pleasure anymore. Now that she’s getting it in person, will she ever be able to exist without Harry by her side, ever again?
That’s a question for another time, because all of the sudden her pussy is MUCH tighter around Harry’s cock and the girl herself is pulling back from their makeout session to moan wantonly, her beautiful blue eyes widening as she throws her head back in abject ecstasy. The reason why is readily apparent once Harry starts looking for it.
Not to be left out, Zatanna Zatara is ‘returning the favor’ so to speak. Namely, she’s eating out Kara’s ass from behind right now, sticking her tongue right up the alien blonde’s back door and writhing it around as she gropes the cute superheroine’s bottom beneath where Harry himself is currently digging his digits into Kara’s ass.
The combination of getting penetrated in the ass and cunt at the same time, even if one is only a tongue while the other is the bitch breaker to end all bitch breakers, proves to be far too much for the beleaguered blonde. Or perhaps more accurately, it’s precisely what she needs.
“Yessss! More! Fuck me more! Make me your bitch, Harry! Cum in me, dominate me, CONQUER MEEEEE!!!”
Those are words he never ever expected to hear from that voice. Because, even if it’s coming from Kara Zor-El’s body… it’s still Tea’s voice. Oh sure, Galatea was aged a bit beyond where her original self was naturally, and there’s a mild different in their voices because of those extra few years. However, there’s no denying the familiarity, and while Harry is rather used to Tea’s dirty talk while they’re going at it, she’s never spoken like Kara is right now.
There’s a fundamental difference between the two, he’s beginning to realize. Whether Kara has been turned submissive by the helplessness of her situation, becoming this needy, horny thing who begs to be conquered because she’s spent months on end being tormented and tortured by what she can’t have, or whether she was always like this, Harry can’t say.
But one thing’s for certain, Kara Zor-El is clinging to him, nuzzling his chest, and begging him to make her his bitch in a way that reminds him of Hermione’s submissiveness, but with Tea’s face and voice if not her body type. It’s enough to make him nut on the spot, but Harry manages to hold back his release for a little while longer, focusing on fucking Kara hard, on giving her what she wants.
Eventually though, the blonde’s continuous orgasms prove to be much too much for his cock to handle. Her tightening cunt milks him of his third release and Harry fills her womb with his seed for a third time before pulling out of her.
Before he can figure out what to do next, Zatanna makes the decision for him, dragging a limp and partially satisfied Kara out of his arms. The blonde Argoan is soon rearranged in a truly humiliating position… but a position that nevertheless makes Harry’s next duty all too obvious. Her weight resting on her shoulders and neck, Kara’s lower body is lifted up off the ground by Zatanna’s hands, while the American Witch happily sits her own cunt down on Kara’s face.
Eyes gleaming with mischief up at Harry, Zatanna dips her head forward and slides her tongue right into Kara’s thrice-creampied cunt. At the same time, she uses her hands on Kara’s ass to curve the helpless, exhausted Argoan’s body a bit further, as well as spreading her pert little butt cheeks apart to reveal the glistening, freshly tongued asshole that she just got done lubing up for him.
With such an incredibly slutty, incredibly lewd invitation, what else is Harry supposed to do but accept? His cock twinges in mild protest but is no less erect as he moves forward and thrusts it into Kara’s unbelievably tight, entirely virgin ass. It doesn’t take him long to get into it despite any momentary reservations he might have. Kara’s ass is so very tight, and it’s made all the tighter by how it squeezes and tenses up around his cock, especially as Zatanna eats his cum out of her cunt.
In no time at all, Harry is pile-driving down into Kara’s asshole, jackhammering away without a single shred of hesitation or mercy. The blonde doesn’t need it, he can both feel her anus tightening up as she experiences anal orgasm after anal orgasm, as well as watch in real time as her cunt explodes in pussy juices and cum alike, squirting out both her own fluids and the fluids Harry had led behind all over Zatanna’s face and already-messy tits.
It's a truly debauched debacle to say the least, but Harry simply can’t get enough of how unbelievably tight Kara’s ass is. Not only was she obviously an anal virgin, but her alien physiology leaves her gripping so damn hard around his cock. Galatea had to be careful not to go too far with him when he fucked her holes, Harry more than realizes that now.
Thanks to the Red Kryptonite weakening Kara ever so slightly and the empowerment gifted by Zatanna to back up his own considerable magic, Harry was able to fuck Kara to his heart’s content and knew for a fact that the nympho blonde wasn’t holding back her own strength even slightly… he was simply powering through it, giving her the plowing she so richly desired, giving her the domination that she desperately wanted.
Of course, by that logic, there was still something he had to do, even as he inevitably cums again. And Zatanna, it would seem, agrees with him. Blissed out of her gourd by this point in spite of the Red Kryptonite turning her into even more of a nympho then she would have been, Kara is easily manhandled into a fifth and final position.
Floating upside down thanks to a quick backwards spell by Zatanna, Kara’s mouth lines up with Harry’s cock, and with Zatanna’s hand on the back of the blonde’s head and harry gripping the lithe Argoan by her waist, they feed her every last inch of his schlong together, burying his massive bitch breaker of a cock in her unbelievably tight throat, thrusting it down, or rather upwards into her esophagus and her gullet.
“Glluuuugggghk!!!”
Even as Kara chokes on his dick, Zatanna grins at him.
“Not to worry, Harry. Her unique physiology makes air not all that vital. Did you know that her and her cousin can fly through space unassisted?”
Harry is honestly too busy enjoying himself to pay much attention to what Zatanna is saying, though it’s good to know it would take a lot more than his dick to asphyxiate the Argoan that’s currently being used as nothing more than a living cocksleeve by a woman who’s supposed to be looking after her. Grinning rather madly, Zatanna all but jerks him off with Kara’s throat, pounding the girl’s head down his length as she uses Kara like little more than a sex toy.
“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”
Harry can’t deny that it feels good, it really does. But he’s beginning to wonder if this is going to be his life from now on… and he’s also beginning to wonder just how much of it he’s going to survive and for how long. That realization from earlier… it’s still coalescing in his mind even now, even as he’s barely able to think straight thanks to how tight and amazing Kara’s flexing throat feels around his dick.
He tries to compare it to her cunt or ass and finds that he can’t. All three of the nymphomaniac Argoan’s holes are just so unique and pleasurable in their own way. Just like he couldn’t get enough of her gushing slutty cunny, or enough of her tight virgin ass, he can’t get enough of her flexing, spasming, convulsing throat or eager, wildly writhing tongue either.
It’s not until Zatanna reaches out and twists the blonde girl’s clit with her other hand that Harry finds himself blowing his fifth load, however. By doing so, she causes Kara to let out another one of her unearthly piercing shrieks… but this time muffled and stifled by his thick, fat, magically empowered cock. Without fail, the shriek sends Harry right over the edge, and he very nearly drowns her in his cum as it explodes out of her mouth and nose right then and there.
As Zatanna releases her magic, Harry lets go of Kara. The blonde drops down to the ground, and the once prim, proper, and altogether respectable Argoan is left looking like a secondhand whore. Her stomach is bloated with cum squirting out both her holes, even as she twitches and trembles, hiccupping and burping out some from her mouth still.
Finally though, after months of no true satisfaction, she’s able to fall asleep with a blissful, messy smile on her ruined face.
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As Harry looks down at what he’s done to Kara Zor-El, Zatanna waves her hand at him again.
“Rewopme siht nam dna ekam mih ynroh!”
Harry groans as her magic once again rehardens his cock and heightens his arousal. He finds himself glaring at Zatanna a bit, even as she just smirks at him and spins around, backing herself up into his lap. She slips her dripping wet slit down onto his cock, the lightning bolt piercing hanging off of the loop on her clit tickling at his balls a bit as she does so.
Moaning like a wanton whore, bent over at the waist and bouncing backwards in a standing fuck, Zatanna grabs her ankles and proceeds to ride him as Harry has to grab onto her hips and hold on for dear life, grunting all the while. Except, the longer he holds her, the angrier he starts to get. And that anger slowly transforms into a need to move, a need to commit to action.
He begins fucking Zatanna right back, pounding into her from behind as the juicy ass of the gorgeous American Witch bounces into his crotch. At the same time though, he’s glaring at the back of her head, at the slut who’s gotten him into such a mess.
“So the Red Kryptonite doesn’t work, obviously.”
Groaning and moaning, Zatanna throws her head back and looks over her shoulder at him, licking her lips.
“Oh come now, Harry. It worked a little~ She would have positively PULVERIZED your pelvis otherwise, hehe~”
Snarling, Harry forces his way deeper into her, pounding against the gates of her womb itself as he leans over Zatanna a little bit, really getting rough with her despite the pain he feels at this point in time, the sheer exhaustion he’s reaching.
“It turned her into a nymphomaniac, Zatanna! And she definitely wasn’t all that much weaker! It took everything BOTH of us had to disable and overcome one weakened, exhausted, psychologically fucked Argoan! I doubt even the both of us could handle Galatea at her best!”
Zatanna just moans and grabs at her own tits for a moment, causing her to fold over a bit more as she no longer has a hold on her own ankles, Harry considers driving her forward into the ground, pushing her face against the cool metal of the laboratory floor in the hopes that that might cool down her raging libido a bit and let her THINK.
But no, he holds back, not wanting to accidentally break her nose with such a forceful faceplant or anything. He doesn’t hold back on fucking her though, continuing to pound into Zatanna’s cunt from behind even as she backs up into him, gyrating her hips across his cock and loving every last second of the pounding plowing she’s receiving.
“W-We’ll figure out another way! I-It’ll be fine, Harry, you’ll see!”
Except, it wouldn’t be fine, would it? Because Harry wasn’t an idiot. And yes, he could be distracted by sex, but now, even as he was continuing to fuck, he was experiencing something of a post-coitus clarity. Even as he’s fucking Zatanna, the consequences of fucking Kara are becoming more and more apparent to him.
Reaching forward, he grabs Zatanna by her long black hair and pulls roughly, causing her to let out a sexy squeal as he yanks her head up until her back is against his chest as he continues to fuck her from behind and she continues to grind into him with all of her strength.
“I’ll see, will I? Is that because you’ve tricked me into revealing my knowledge to Galatea with this little maneuver? Is that because you’ve successfully tied our fates together now, making it so that I NEED you if I’m going to survive the very real wrath of the woman I love?”
His eyes dart down to the peacefully sleeping form of Kara, even as Zatanna’s relative silence in the wake of his accusations only confirms that the American Witch knew EXACTLY what she was doing. She invited him up to the Watchtower without telling him that she was going to have Kara show up to ‘test’ the Red Kryptonite.
She’d kept all of this from him because she’d known Harry would never agree, for obvious reasons. By doing so, she’d fucked him more than he’d ever been fucked before. Because the connection between Kara and Galatea went both ways, it HAD to. That was the only way it made sense for it to work. That was why he couldn’t possibly let himself be seen by Kara… because then Galatea would know everything.
Which meant that, the Argoan Clone he’d left behind, asleep and enjoying her morning, would likely be awake by this point and royally pissed off as she experienced the same visions Kara had for months now, just in reverse. There was no doubt in Harry’s mind that Tea already knew about his ‘betrayal’ and that she would indeed consider it as much.
Snarling at Zatanna’s silence, though the damn slut of a magician is still moaning loud enough as he fucks her, Harry reaches around and tweaks a nipple at the same time that he grips her lightning bolt piercing and pulls. It’s music to his ears, the way Zatanna shrieks and explosively orgasms, squirting out her pussy juices from around his cock and all over the cum stained blonde’s sleeping form beneath them.
It wasn’t nearly enough to make up for her subterfuge in his eyes, but it was certainly a start.
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Elsewhere, just as Harry had expected, a certain Argoan blonde wakes up with a scream, her pussy gushing and her icy blue eyes dilated. A betrayed roar follows that scream of ecstasy and Galatea immediately turns and punches a hole straight through the shrieking shack as she can’t help but feel both jealousy and fury in equal amounts.
“That… t-that BASTARD!”
Galatea was no fool. She knew that Harry had been pulling away from her recently. Of course she did, her entire long term plan revolved around him being shaped into the sort of man that she could follow to the ends of the Earth. She loved him and wanted nothing more than the best for him, but the man who had saved her life was a half-finished weapon that needed more attention and more care before it could be said to be completed.
Attention and care that Galatea had tried her best to provide, truly she had. Still, it would seem she had overstepped at some point, or perhaps the League had simply managed to get to Harry when she wasn’t looking, right under her nose.
She’d noticed him leaving earlier in the morning but hadn’t thought much of it. She wasn’t a morning person, so she’d rolled back over and gone back to sleep. Perhaps if she hadn’t, she would have heard the telltale activation of the Watchtower’s teleportation system absconding with her man. Because there was no doubt in Tea’s mind that the visions she’d just seen had been of one of the Watchtower’s labs.
She was going to hunt him down. She was going to hunt THEM down. One way or another, she would get to Harry, and she would finally END this stupid connection with her original, once and for all. She would leave no one with a single shred of doubt in their mind as to who the fuck belonged in this world, who the fuck was allowed to continue living and breathing in this damn world!
But for now, there was no denying the simple truth… Harry was untouchable. He had the Justice League backing him up, and what did Galatea have in comparison? A submissive brunette witch, a mind broken former criminal with the abilities of a cheetah… and that was about it. To say nothing of the likelihood that she could convince Hermione and Cheetah to turn on Harry in the first place. Maybe if she framed it as ‘for his own good’ but even then…
Unable to help herself, Galatea pulls at her clit as her other hand jams four fingers up into her greedy cunt. Unfortunately, the shoe is on the other foot now. Kara is the one getting the real thing, while she’s left to sit in stew. Tears of frustration and betrayal and envy fill Galatea’s eyes as the orgasms she so desperately seeks… fail to arrive.
She’ll get Harry back, oh yes she will. One way or another.
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