Harry, Huntress, and Harley

"Finally!"

Looking over the latest data, Poison Ivy can't help but smile. It's not an overly joyous smile, but rather a grim one filled with satisfaction. It seems she's finally getting somewhere on creating a cure for this mess she's found herself in. The mixture, it would seem, needed to bring back the 'sex zombies' from the land of crazed, horny, and stupid, was some sort of mix between Harry's seed and a cocktail of plant sores and chemicals from her own body.

Of course, even if she was pretty sure she was on the right path, she wasn't going to jump the gun and go immediately to trying to create a proper antidote. She was a scientist before she was an eco-terrorist and villain, and if there was one part of her old life that Ivy still respected and believed in, it was the scientific process. Even if she was currently hidden in a magical house behind magical wards, doing all of this science in a magical potion's lab.

To that end, more experiments were in order… and to begin testing, she'd prepared her two test subjects accordingly. Harley and Huntress were both tied up together, their tits pressed tightly against each other's chests and the two crazed zombie-like women moaning and groaning as their clits helplessly scissor each other. They're looking for a relief from one another that they simply cannot achieve, but that doesn't stop them from locking lips anyways and making out like a pair of… well, like the sex crazy bitches they've become thanks to her minor mishap.

Luckily for them, Poison Ivy has exactly what they want… and with a little luck, might have what they both need as well. With a load of Harry's cum freshly injected into BOTH of her orifices, Ivy steps over to Harley and Huntress, smirking slightly as she offers the heroine of the pair her ass, while giving Harley her pussy. Grabbing both women by their hair and dragging them apart forcibly, Ivy only has to deal with one moment of protest before she's sitting her big green butt down on Huntress' face and spreading her legs and cunt wide right in front of Harley.

In an instant, the two are eating out both of her holes like a pair of nasty, lurid hyenas. Going to town on her ass and cunt in a way no one has ever done before, Huntress and Harley slurp and suck and wiggle about. Ivy, meanwhile, does everything she can to keep her composure, though it's impossible to hide the faint blush across her face or the way she has to bite her lower lip to hold in the squeaks, mewls, and moans threatening to erupt from her mouth.

Keeping her eyes on the computer screen next to them helps, because it lets her focus on the data stream coming in from all of the dongles attached to her test subjects' vitals. Watching as their brain activity shifts and changes into something much more normal in real time, Ivy lets out a sigh of relief and with some effort, pushes herself off the pair of questing mouths.

Nearly stumbling as she finds herself on very shaky feet, having not let herself cum throughout all of that, Ivy turns and looks down at Huntress and Harley curiously and hopefully, watching as some semblance of sanity seems to slowly return to the women's eyes.

"W-Wha… where are we?! What is this place? Tch, Harley!"

"Oh! Hey there, toots! Hehe, fancy meeting you here~"

They're both acting relatively normal, with Huntress immediately distressed at finding herself naked and firmly attached to an equally naked crazy clown. Meanwhile, Harley starts to wiggle just like new friend is, though where Huntress is wiggling in an attempt to escape, Harley is clearly wiggling out of a desire to enjoy the forced skinship some more.

With a smile on her lips that's half-fond and half-wicked, Ivy is moments away from declaring the entire thing a success and deeming them both cured… when their movements start to change, start to grow more frantic. Right before her eyes, that spark of sanity they had both had for a brief moment disappears and the two go right back to being horny animals. Huntress is even the first to re-engage their previous lip lock with Harley, the two once again making out with one another as they desperately lick the last vestiges of Harry's cum from their faces and lips.

"Damn it!"

She was one hundred percent on the right track at least. THAT was the good news. However, it seemed like the dosage wasn't quite right. The mixture wasn't perfect yet. Which meant… which meant she'd need another sample from THAT man. Groaning, Ivy presses a hand to her forehead. She's not even conflicted anymore about the admittedly large amount of pleasure both she and Harry derive from such… sample collecting. She's just plain tired.

"Harry! Get in here!"

Ivy can tell, as Harry walks into the lab, that he's close to the same feeling as her, at this point. The wizard had been resting since their last encounter, with this being their sixth trial run to find a cure mixture. At this point, he was completely foregoing wearing pants, already knowing why she would call him back in, especially in that tone of voice.

And while Harry did very much enjoy having his cock wrung out by the sexy villainess time and time again, it didn't necessarily solve his current problem, which was curing the affected superhumans currently hunting him and Ivy down.

Regardless, seeing how the current methods weren't delivering the proper results, Ivy figured she just had to… think outside the box, so to speak. As Harry ambles over towards her, she holds up a hand to stop him.

"Wait a moment. We're going to try this another way, this time around, alright?"

Lifting an eyebrow, the wizard, still stroking his ever-hard cock, pauses and watches her questioningly. Flushing just a bit as the last vestiges of her ability to feel embarrassed by all of this flare up, Ivy sighs and grabs Harley and Huntress by their hair once more. Bending over her two test subjects, she breaks up their newest lip lock and proceeds to instead stuff their mouths full of her tits.

The hungry, sex-crazed bitches go for it of course, just like she knew they would. As they start gnawing somewhat painfully at her poor, sensitive nipples, Ivy nods to Harry.

"Alright, now come over here."

Opening her mouth wide and rolling her tongue out, she signals for Harry to insert his cock into her waiting maw.

-x-X-x-

Needless to say, Harry was not one who needed to be told twice, not after everything he'd experienced so far. Indeed, while he knows he shouldn't be at this point, he's still every bit as eager as he slides into Ivy's warm, wet, waiting mouth. While part of Harry IS starting to feel a little fatigued by everything that's been going on, and he honestly knows that they need to figure out a way to solve this problem and cure those affected and fast… he nonetheless can't help himself.

Groaning in ecstasy, the young wizard throws his head back as he enjoys Ivy's mouth for what it is, a hot orifice to stick his throbbing, twitching member. Of course, this prompts the villainess to glare up at him and reach around behind him to give his ass a quick slap that refocuses him up. Looking down at her, it's obvious from the glare that she wants him to hurry up.

Well… he can do that too. Reaching out with both hands, Harry grabs hold of the eco-terrorist by her bright red locks, lacing his fingers through her hair and gripping directly at her skull in fact. With a Cheshire-like grin, he ups his tempo, beginning to face fuck Poison Ivy right then and there, trying to make her go cross-eyed as he goes ham on her.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Even just the noises she's making are like music to his ears, and Harry relishes her gurgling, choking, gagging sounds. But if he expected Ivy to be unable to handle him… well, he should have known better by now. While Poison Ivy had been a muff-muncher for most of her life, that just meant she had impressive control over her tongue. Control that she used to massage the underside of his cock and even lash out at his balls every time she deep-throated him, while at the same time her throat clenched his dick tight with every impressive swallow.

Harry's massive cock might have been best titled as a bitch breaker, but in the realm of oral sex, Ivy had simply had too much practice both in general and more specifically with the wizard in question at this point to possibly struggle. In the end, it doesn't take Harry long to lose the 'fight' so to speak. Luckily, him losing was the intended end result anyways.

With a loud groan, he proceeds to unload into her stomach, and despite her gagging and choking, Ivy is more than prepared for his hot seed to explode down her throat and into her gullet. She swallows continuously for what feels like a straight minute, drinking down every last ounce of his jizz and even reaching up to fondle and massage his balls, milking the last seed from his churning nut sack like a professional might.

Pushing him back off of her, his cock leaving her mouth with a pop, Ivy groans as she focuses her powers inward, to an internal purpose. Forcing her body to get to work processing the hot sperm in a very unique way, Ivy is definitely utilizing her abilities in a new and completely untested manner here. It's a crazy idea she's come up with, but she knows she has to go through with it. This might be what they're looking for, in the end.

Still, she has to nearly bite through her tongue to hold back a scream as her nipples abruptly perk up and her sensitivity is suddenly multiplied by some high factor. A shudder runs through Poison Ivy, and she definitely squirts a bit as she experiences a partial orgasm. Meanwhile, Huntress and Harley's sucking, nibbling ministrations finally begin to bear fruit as warm, fresh breast milk slowly starts to trickle from her tits.

What starts as a trickle quickly becomes a veritable fountain of leakage, all of it directly into the two sex-crazed women's mouths as they gulp and gulp, drinking down her offering without a moment of hesitation. But then, Ivy isn't even remotely surprised by that fact. After all, the breastmilk she's currently exuding is another mixture of her and Harry, which is exactly what the two bitches are so desperately craving.

With every gulp, they seem to get a bit better, until Ivy finally forces herself off of them both, shivering and leaking her arousal onto the floor as she stumbles over to the computer, clinging to the table it's set up on and reading the data flying across the screen. Once again, the two infected women appear to have been returned to a saner state… but this time, they don't revert back after a few moments. They don't even revert back after a full minute.

"Ivy? Mistah H? What's happening?"

Cautious as all hell, very worried about a relapse but also hopeful that this has done it, Ivy moves over to Harley and Huntress. Even in her state of heightened arousal, she realizes the mistake she made in binding the two of them together, because it means to free one of them is to free both and there are very good reasons not related to the infection to want to keep Huntress tied up.

… But at the moment, the vigilante heroine actually looked to be in something of a daze, completely delirious and still recovering from her… experience. So, Ivy just shrugs and begins to untie them both, releasing them from their mutual bondage only to yelp as Harley launches herself at Ivy in greeting. In an instant, Ivy finds herself with her friend and lover's tongue down her throat, as well as three fingers from Harley in her cunt.

Needless to say, Ivy's squealing protests are muffled as Harley has her way with her for several long moments, the crazy clown's strength overwhelming the tired plant-controller. Still, if anyone knows Harley Quinn, it's Poison Ivy. Meaning, she can tell what's normal crazy for Harley, and what's infected crazy. The fact that Harley went for HER first instead of Harry upon being released makes this NORMAL crazy.

And Ivy definitely isn't just telling herself that to feel better about cumming in mere moments on Harley's fingers, moaning into the harlequin's mouth as her eyes roll back in her head for a moment and she collapses against the edge of the table on her knees.

Meanwhile, Harry watches on, amused at the exchange of affection between the two villains. At least, he's amused until Harley seemingly decides she's done with Ivy and suddenly whips around on him, bouncing towards Harry with the dexterity of a gymnast. Doing an admittedly amazing flip through the air, she sends him toppling to the ground with her feet pressed against his shoulders, while at the same time managing to take his entire length inside of her slick cunt with a single buck of her hips and a loud squelch.

As Harry yelps, Harley looks at him rather mischievously, hugging his chest and licking and teasing his nipples as her hips begin twerking most energetically along his cock, cute little moans leaving her mouth. At least, they would be cute if Harry wasn't panicking at the moment.

"I-Ivy! They're relapsing again, I think!"

Harley just throws her head back and laughs, cackling as she shakes it back and forth.

"Nah, we're fine! But just because I'm finally feeling like myself again, doesn't mean myself doesn't want a big fat cock like yours buried deep in my pussy as often as I can possibly get it, Mistah H!"

Bouncing up and down on his dick, eyes wild and smile wilder, Harley licks her lips salaciously. And yet, looking at her, Harry is forced to acknowledge that she's right. And not just because she's able to string together full coherent sentences, though that does help. But also, because he's starting to get experienced enough with her to recognize the different types of crazy the female clown has going on.

Slowly, he relaxes backwards, letting Harley bounce up and down on his cock harder and faster by the moment. As if to further prove the crazy clown's point, however, it's not just the two of them for long. A certain woman slowly crawls her way over, and it's not who Harry would have expected. Rather, Huntress licks her lips and when she makes eye contact with a surprised Harry, she blushes and ducks her head for a moment almost shyly.

Then, she looks back up and gives him a tentative smile and a nod.

"Helena… Helena Bertinelli."

Harry barely has time to register the introduction and the serious implications that come with her giving him her true identity, before Helena looks back to what drew her over in the first place. Hypnotized by Harley's bouncing pale cheeks upon Harry's massive cock, the vigilante heroine licks her lips needily… and then dives right in. Grabbing Harley by her butt cheeks in a way that makes the harlequin squeak in surprise, the Huntress of Gotham City proceeds to begin hornily licking from Harley's backdoor all the way down to Harry's nut sack, moaning all the while.

"Whoa! Heh, looks like I'm not the only one who wants to have fun with ya, Mistah H!"

Harry can do nothing more than blink stupidly as Harley grins down at him, continuing to ride him towards Kingdom Cum. Albeit, she goes a bit slower now out of respect for Helena, allowing the other woman's tongue to ride along both of their bodies as she gropes and squeezes Harley's ass cheeks to her heart's content.

As his cock is milked by Harley's gushing, sloppy quim, it's only the numerous experiments that he and Ivy have been doing for days now that keep him from cumming almost immediately. He's not quite wrung out, so to speak… no, he can keep going for quite a while… but it's definitely not going to be as easy as usual to make him cum. Still, he can tell from Harley's crazy grin that she's definitely not letting him off the hook, especially after weeks of no cock.

Seeing no reason not to celebrate the apparent success of their project, Harry reaches up and grabs Harley's tits in his hands. Giving them a good, harsh squeeze, he enjoys the way Harley throws her head back and moans in pleasure, before yanking her breasts forward into his waiting maw. Transferring back and forth between them from one to another, Harry sucks and slurps and bites to his heart's content, thoroughly enjoying gnawing at her gorgeous round orbs while she bounces up and down on his throbbing bitch breaker of a cock.

Again and again, Harley rides him, her bountiful butt cheeks bouncing in Helena's face as the moaning vigilante eventually slides one hand down betwixt her own legs, unable to help herself. Beginning to finger her own dripping wet cunny, Helena's eyes flutter and go crossed, her nostrils flaring as she takes in all of the exquisite scents from Harry and Harley's conjoined crotches, her tongue diving deep to get tastes that she never would have thought to try and obtain before this experience.

All in all, it takes a little while longer… but not too long before Harley's intensely tight pussy finally manages to milk Harry's release from him, making him groan as he drives his cock up into her cunt one final time before delivering a fresh, hot load directly to her womb. In response, Harley shudders and cums all over him as well as Helena's face, their combined bodily fluids ultimately leaking out from their genitals onto his ball sack, where Huntress eagerly hunts down every last drop with her enthusiastic tongue.

Now, Harry is expecting Harley to express a desperate NEED for more of his cock even after one release. He's certainly not expecting to be off the hook so early. That's why he's so surprised when the crazy female clown immediately pulls off of him after finishing up milking his thick, hot load from his massive balls and huge cock.

Bouncing to her feet, Harley grins, all sorts of parts of her body a-jiggle as she giggles and looks between Helena and Harry.

"Your turn, babe!"

That bit is directed at Helena… who kneels there between Harry's legs, frozen in place now that she's lost her 'cover' so to speak. Her messy face, with wide-eyes, and her hand buried down between her thighs… it's all too much. Harry lets out a snort of laughter, making Helena blush and even grit her teeth as she glares at him in embarrassment.

Suddenly leaning forward, the vigilante heroine grasps his cock with her free hand, eyes narrowed as she tries to get a handle on his length.

"D-Don't laugh at me! This is all your f-fault, you know? Take responsibility!"

That sobers Harry up a bit, and he nods carefully as she continues to fondle him, though finding it rather difficult with only one hand.

"You're right, and I have. That's why I brought Ivy here, to find a cure. You were uh… collateral damage. Sorry about that. The name's Harry, by the by. Harry Potter."

Nodding sharply, Helena continues to glare at him, though the way she's blushing so profusely and continuing to stroke his cock up and down somewhat detracts from the anger she's trying to exude in his direction.

"I'd say it's nice to meet you Harry, but you have a lot to answer for. You and that bitch Ivy both. You're going to- FUCK, why is your fucking cock so huge?!"

In the midst of trying to lay down the law, so to speak, Helena finally gets fed up with how her one hand is utterly failing to wrap properly around his massive meaty member. Tearing her other hand away from her crotch, the heroine hurriedly grabs hold of his dick with that as well and finally has enough to apply majority coverage as she strokes both of her palms up and down his shaft.

"Tch… we'll talk about what you've done later. Right now… right now I need this thing inside of me, fucking stat!"

Frowning slightly, Harry looks between Helena and Harley.

"Uh… you sure that's not the infection talking? Harley is Harley. But you…"

"Shut up. I'm in full control of myself. And yeah, it's probably the last vestiges of whatever the fuck you and Ivy did to me. But I don't care. Just need to… just need to get it out of my system. Need to get YOU out of my system. Just one roll in the hay and I'll-!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, stop talking and do it already! Here, I'll help ya out!"

Before Helena can react, Harley drops to her knees next to the vigilante, grabs her by the hair, and proceeds to bodily shove her onto Harry's cock. The heroine's open mouth, prepared to deliver some more scathing words no doubt, is suddenly cut off as she finds herself quite occupied with the first few inches of his huge meat pole.

Harry, for his part, groans as Helena lets out an angry noise of protest that sends deliciously pleasurable reverberations up and down his length. After weeks of Ivy extracting his cock through all manner of methods, from oral to anal to vaginal, you'd think he'd be bored of sex, especially oral sex. But the truth was, every woman sucked cock differently. Even when they were getting face fucked on his dick by another woman, Harry found that they all choked on his member differently.

Helena was no exception, and he groans again as she glares furiously… but nevertheless starts to go with the flow, letting Harley force her up and down his length… but not entirely, interestingly enough. With her hands both still wrapped around his massive bitch breaker, Helena controls the point at which she's fully face fucked, her lips crashing into her fingers again and again.

She proves to have an iron will too, because the way Harley is violently forcing her down has to be hurting her fingers something fierce. As it is, Helena seemingly refuses to let the crazy clown bitch bully her, instead only taking as much of his big fat cock into her mouth and down the back of her throat as SHE wants to handle.

That, as it turns out, is only about half, but it's nevertheless quite pleasurable for Harry, even as the gorgeous dark-haired heroine chokes a bit on his cock, but not too much.

"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"

If Harley minds Helena asserting her own control over the experience, the harlequin doesn't show it. Grinning like a loon, though Harry has learned by this point that that's just Harley's natural smile, the crazy clown giggles airily as she bounces Helena's head on his dick.

"There, isn't that better toots? A nice big cock down your throat! Mm, don't worry, Ivy and I aren't in the business of messing around in that way anymore… really, this whole thing started because of a simple misunderstanding!"

Helena might not be in any position to actually retort or give any inclination of her thoughts on the subject, but Harry at least can offer his own perspective… which he does, giving Harley a truly flat look as he shakes his head, groaning a bit from the pleasure but also not willing to just let the gorgeous female clown get away with rewriting history.

"You and Poison Ivy had captured Batgirl! What sort of misunderstanding was that?!"

Harley pouts mightily, batting her eyelashes as she continues to bounce Helena's head without pause, and the vigilante heroine in turn continues to give him a truly superb blowjob-handjob experience that has him teetering on the edge of pleasurable oblivion already once more. Whether Helena is actually listening or not, that's sort of up for debate, but ultimately, the conversation continues between him and Harley alone.

"We just wanted to play with a Bat for a little bit, and Batgirl is the cutest Bat to play with! Really, Ivy and I weren't even gonna do nuthin' too terrible too her. Didn't have no demands or nuthin'! We just wanted to have some fun, and then we were gonna let her go, Mistah H! Honest!"

In an instant, Harley goes from pouting to grinning like a loon again, her mood swings also something that Harry is becoming more and more experienced with. As she bounces on her knees a bit, she also bounces Helena's head up and down his cock a bit more violently, though she doesn't seem to notice, even as the heroine gags a little bit harder.

"Hulghk! Hulghk! Hulghk!"

"Not that I mind one bit, Mistah H! All of this has been so much fun, hehe! Really, even when you and Ivy were lockin' me up, I didn't mind it too much! I'm a kinky girl like that!"

Harry just gives Harley a deadpan stare… because of course the crazy clown bitch would be the one to enjoy these last couple of incredibly hard weeks. While he and Ivy were fighting so damn hard to stay ahead of the superwomen after them and also finding a cure for said superwomen, Harley was having the time of her life… or something close to it.

Suddenly, Helena's tongue is pressing into his glans and Harry goes cross-eyed as she twists her hands along his cock length in just the right way. Groaning, he proceeds to unload into her mouth, which the heroine proceeds to take, handling it rather well. She swallows down most of his load… but dearly underestimates just how much seed his heavy ball sack is packing.

Of course, it probably doesn't help that Harley lets go of her head early, clapping cheerfully the moment that she sees Helena has gotten him off, nattering on inanely about 'baby heroine's first load' or something silly like that. Pulling back, there's a smug look on Helena's face… for all of half a second, before the last few spurts of cum end up coating her features, plastering one eye shut as she flinches back but not fast enough to avoid the partial facial.

Grumbling, Helena reaches up to begin wiping the seed from her eyes, only for Harley to outright glomp her, arms wrapped around her neck and tongue already out and waving about as she begins to lick and slurp up Harry's cum from Helena's face. As the two go down in a tangle of limbs with Helena yelping and Harley cackling, Harry tenses up again, once more afraid of a relapse… but a look over at Poison Ivy shows the exhausted villainess already glancing over at her computer as well.

After a moment, Ivy gives him a tired thumbs up and goes back to lounging and resting and slowly recovering from the trying time they've been having for weeks now. In the end, that thumbs up is all Harry needs. Harley is still herself… it's just that Harley's true self is a fucking maniac and ALMOST as bad as her sex-crazed zombie self. Almost.

With a growl and a violent push, Helena manages to dislodge Harley from atop her, though not before the harlequin gets as much of his seed from her face as she possibly can.

"Get… OFF! Fuck, you crazy bitch…"

Harley just giggles and sucks on her index finger lewdly as Helena gets to her knees. Both of them kneeling there, completely exposed, looking imminently fuckable… yeah, Harry's not proud of it, but he gets hard all over again in spite of pretty much everything that should say he's completely spent. He's not… he's still ready for more, and needless to say, both kneeling women notice it and look over at him at the same time, eyes zeroing in on his big fat cock.

Once again, Harley shocks Harry as she smirks and leans back, casually fingering herself.

"Go on then, Helena~ You wanted to get him out of your system, right? Well, you're not going to do that with some oral. Only way you'll EVER forget that big fat cock is by extracting multiple screaming orgasms from it via your sexy, slutty little pussy!"

As Helena's resolve firms up, visible on her face, Harry gives Harley a knowing look, silently conveying the message of 'YOU didn't forget my big fat cock after multiple screaming orgasms', to which Harley looks like the cat who caught the canary as she gives him a look in response that conveys something along the lines of 'sure, but SHE doesn't know that… yet~'.

Either way, Helena nods and pushes herself to her feet.

"S-She's right… give it to me. I need to… I need to experience it properly, and then I'll be good. Gotta get the last traces of this bullshit out of my system, asap."

Moving over to an unused table within the potions laboratory, the Huntress of Gotham City proceeds to bend over and spread her legs apart. Leveraging herself down on her elbows and forearms, Helena looks back over her shoulder at him as she thrusts her ass up into the air, jutting her hips outwards, exposing a truly sopping pussy down between her thicc yet toned thighs.

"Well? C'mon then, Potter. Fucking give it to me."

The only thing that could possibly make the view better was a pair of high heels, and Harry wasn't entirely sure what that thought said about him, or whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Either way, Harry was throbbing hard and in need of a hole to relieve himself on… so why not, right?

Still, some small part of him does know that there's no coming back from this. Honestly, it's probably already too late. Helena might just be marked by her experience with him forever and there's no stopping that. And yet, as Harry's hands settle on the heroine's hips, he gives her one last opportunity to back out. Whatever remains of his fraying morals will allow no less from him than this small amount of effort.

Leaning in close, he whispers in her ear.

"You sure about this, Helena? I can still get you out of here. Harley and Ivy… they can't stop me, not in this place. If you want to just leave, say the word."

Of course, it's probably unfair of him, but he's also teasing her entrance with his cockhead while offering her a way out. Needless to say, he gets pretty much exactly the response he's expecting from the gorgeous heroine as she grits her teeth and growls cutely at him.

"J-Just shut up and fuck me you big dicked bastard!"

… Very well then. Without further hesitation, Harry thrusts forward. He stops holding back, stops letting what remains of his moral fiber keep him from having his way with this gorgeous bitch in front of him. They both want it, at the end of the day. They both want him to fuck her silly… so fuck it, that's exactly what Harry is going to do.

Gripping tightly at Helena's hips, he begins to drive deep inside of the dark-haired woman, pounding her up against the table as she squeals, almost immediately going up on her tip toes from the assault from behind she's receiving. It's almost like she's wearing those high heels he'd thought of earlier, her position adjusting to be absolutely perfect for him to fuck her in as her hips rise just a couple inches higher, her feet arching as she ends up on her tip toes.

Meanwhile, her hands claw at the table beneath her, and her breasts graze and ghost across its surface as they bounce with every thrust.

"Fuck!"

"So big!"

"Oh MY GOD!"

To say Helena is… vocal as he takes her, would be an understatement. Oh sure, she tries to contain herself at first, but then it starts to slip out. One word, then two words, and soon enough she's hollering at the top of her lungs, demanding more.

"THAT'S IT! FUCK ME YOU BASTARD! DON'T YOU DARE STOP! HARDER, F-FUCK!"

Harry gives her what she wants, of course. Fucking Helena Bertinelli harder, plowing the Huntress of Gotham City into the table, he grunts, enjoying the way her constantly cumming pussy clenches down around his thrusting, pistoning cock. His fat length fills her entire insides up to the brim and then some, with the head of his prick pushing up against her cervix in no time. Squealing, Helena creams herself on his bitch breaker of a dick over and over, and Harry can tell she's enjoying herself immensely.

Well, so is he… but he knows he could be enjoying himself more. Leaning forward, moving his hands up from her hips along her tight, toned, athletic body, Harry reaches around to the vigilante heroine's front and grasps her chest abruptly. Helena squeaks, before moaning in wanton arousal as he fondles her tits and takes her nipples in particular between his fingers, pinching and tugging them upwards.

As her back arches beautifully, Harry drills deeper into her than ever before… and hilting those last few inches of his behemoth-sized cock inside of her leaves him invading her womb directly, pushing past her cervix as Helena creams herself yet again, squealing explosively. With that, Harry fucks the heroine's womb directly, pounding into that most sacred of places while also plying her tits with his hands, groping and squeezing them, kneading and mauling them, and all around treating her body as his own personal plaything.

Helena eventually loses the ability to speak, too busy cumming her brains out on his cock to say anything. Of course, even if she could speak, she wouldn't be able to, because it's around this time that Harley makes her way over to the scene, grinning like a loon and hopping up onto the table. As she skids her fat ass over to where Helena is bent over on her forearms, Harley proceeds to display her impressive dexterity some more… by wrapping her legs around Helena's neck and drawing the vigilante down into her own puffy, gushing wet pussy lips.

"I think it's more than time for you to thank me for being so nice and letting you have so many turns with Mistah H in a row, Helena~ Go on, get to licking!"

For a moment, Harry expects the heroine to protest. It wasn't what she'd signed up for after all, now was it? She was here, ostensibly, to get fucked one time by him, getting it out of her system and then leaving. Of course, he and Harley both knew how that was going to go… but still…

And yet, far from trying to protest, Helena seems to get right to work, if the way Harley moans and tosses her head back is any indication. Whether she actually believes she owes the villainess a favor, or whether she's just too lost in her own lust to care that she's eating out a crazy clown's pussy while getting plowed from behind by a wizard, Helena gets to work.

The laboratory was already filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, but now there's also Harley's wanton moans to go along with it, even as Helena slurps and sucks at the other woman's pussy with seemingly wild and reckless abandon. Meanwhile, some part of her is clearly enjoying being dominated by the harlequin, because Helena has gotten even tighter around his pistoning cock as he womb fucks her, her pussy walls and even her womb clenching down harder than ever before around his dick.

In this state, it's no wonder that Harry can't last much longer. With a sense of finality and a loud groan, he finishes inside of Helena, pumping her full of his seed just as he did Harley, filling her womb just as he did Helena's gullet mere minutes before. In response, the heroine's entire body shudders and trembles its way through one last explosive orgasm. All the way from her feet up to the top of her head, she quivers as she climaxes around his cock, milking it of every last drop.

Then, it's done, Harry pulls out, giving Helena's ass a pat as he pants heavily. It's finished… or so he thinks.

"You ain't done yet, Mistah H!"

Blinking, Harry looks up… to see Helena squirming as Harley keeps her legs wrapped around the freshly creampied heroine's head, forcing her to continue eating her out. With one of the widest, wickedest grins he's ever seen stretched across her face, Harley's eyes twinkle as she leans forward and spreads Helena's ass cheeks niiiice and wide.

"One last hole, isn't there? After all, how can she REALLY get you out of her system if she hasn't experienced ALL you have to offer, Mistah H?"

Harry hesitates, staring at Helena's puckered anus, just waiting to be taken and claimed. His cock, dripping with bodily fluids, is more than well-lubricated enough to push in. He could certainly do it… it was just, he wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. And yet, right before his eyes, something spectacular happens. As Harley's words hit both his ears AND Helena's, the struggling from the vigilante heroine slowly stops. Helena's frantic movements come to a halt as she pauses… and then begins to shake her hips back and forth enticingly, a clear offering if Harry has ever seen one.

Letting out a cackle, Harley clearly agrees because she pulls back her hands to deliver two powerful smacks to the heroine's toned butt cheeks before leaning back again and giving Harry a confident, smug grin that makes it clear she knows how bad Helena wants it. Well then… fine.

Rolling his eyes, Harry steps forward and plies the last of the heroine's three orifices, pushing his cock between her ass cheeks, up against her sphincter, and then into her ass. Helena's muffled squeals as he penetrates her back door prompt very LOUD moans from Harley, the crazy female clown throwing her head back as her eyes flutter, her lips formed into a small 'o' as she continuously moans and mewls in pleasure.

Whatever Helena is doing down between Harley's thighs is clearly working for the harlequin. Meanwhile, Helena's ass is DEFINITELY working for Harry. It reminds him of the girls he fucked over at the dormitory a couple weeks back. Barbara and Artemis… those two had tight as fuck holes as well. Clearly, they didn't go out of their way to train their asses or anything, but they definitely did a lot of physical training, a lot of physical conditioning.

The benefits, at least for Harry, were as clear as day. As he fucks Helena's tight ass, slowly but surely gouging out more and more of his bowels with his fat bitch breaker of a cock, the heroine's body shakes and shudders. Her anal muscles clench down hard along his cock, wrapping him up and squeezing him rather rhythmically as his ball sack slaps against her squirting pussy again and again.

A combination of her pussy juices and his thick creamy cum load end up splattered all over the floor between her legs. Helena herself is still on her tip toes, her feet arched, and her legs bowed as they quiver from the exertion. She's lucky that she has Harry to drill into her from behind and pin her to the table, and she's even luckier to have Harley holding her in place. Otherwise, she likely would have fallen to the ground by this point, because the strength is clearly going out of her.

Harry isn't that surprised, but he also doesn't show much mercy. He's getting used to this sort of thing, by this point. Only a handful of women he's met so far have had the willpower and fortitude to remain strong in the face of… well, in the face of his big fat cock. What does it say about him that he's honestly come to accept it? This is his life now, and even after he cures Tea and Kara and Zatanna, even after he helps out Barbara and Bette and Artemis, Harry has resigned himself to knowing that he'll have to handle them all on the regular anyways.

… Tch, especially Tea and Kara. He never has gotten the chance to actually talk things through with Galatea. It was never supposed to wind up like this. She was the love of his life, but he was starting to grow concerned over her… excesses. They were just supposed to tame her, to show her that she couldn't keep doing the things she was doing.

And Harry had felt like they'd managed that well enough, truly he did. Him and Zatanna had managed to fuck Kara and Tea silly. But then, instead of waiting around for all of them to wake up so they could actually talk things out, Harry had done the stupid thing and gone off on his own, getting caught up in Harley and Ivy and… all of this mess.

One way or another, he knew that he needed to fix this shit. Not just curing the sex zombies, though that was certainly priority number one when there were two very powerful Argoan babes after you. But also, there were a lot of things he needed to fix afterwards as well…

But that was all still in the future. Right now, Harry is ball's deep inside of Helena's ass and not letting up for even a second. As she cums for the umpteenth time from the anal plundering he's delivering to her poor, beleaguered back door, Harley suddenly cries out, clenching her thighs for a moment before falling backwards off the table, spasming and seizing up in an orgasm of her own brought on by Helena's tongue.

For a second, Harry slows his roll, worried for Harley… but then the female clown pops a thumbs up from the table's edge.

"I'm okay!"

Chuckling, shaking his head, Harry picks up the pace again… and with Helena's ass being so damn tight and so damn pleasurable, he finds himself cumming a bit later, filling her bowels with his seed. With that, he's defiled all three of her holes properly, fucking her silly while she has her head on straight, technically.

With this, Helena SHOULD have it out of her system now, right? She should have HIM out of her system, and be able to leave with her head held high and a clear mind… right?

As Harry slowly pulls out of Helena's ass, the vigilante heroine slowly slides back off the table, not having the strength to keep herself up any longer. Falling to her knees, she pants heavily, left in a puddle of their combined juices as she slowly catches her breath. Hopping off from behind the table, Harley bounces over it and lands on the other side, grinning down at Helena as she plants her hands on her hips.

Then, after a moment, she grabs the heroine by the hair, causing her to cry out from the rough treatment as Harley swings her around so she's face to face with Harry's cock. Harry is about to intervene, about to speak up, when Harley speaks first and he falls silent, admittedly curious to hear Helena's answer.

"Well, sweetie? There is it! There's Mistah H's cock in all of its glory. Oh, but you don't want it, right? You got it all out of your system, didn'tcha? Hehe, so you should have no problem just leaving it to me and Ivy from now on, yeah?"

For a long moment, Helena stares at Harry's cock… and then, with a growl, she reaches out and grabs him by the base.

"S-Shut up, Harley. Like hell I'm leaving without… w-without bringing you all to j-justice."

Leaning forward, Helena begins to lick his dick clean, the hazy look in her glazed eyes making it clear how much she wants it. Harley just cackles.

"That what the kids are calling it these days, toots? Hehe, what's the next step then? Gonna call in the girls to 'bring Mistah H to justice' some more?"

At that, Helena freezes up, looking from his cock to Harley… and for the first time, Harry suspects some sort of history there between the two women as Harley just grins wickedly. After a moment, Helena shakes her head vigorously.

"Fuck no. They… no need to involve any of the other Birds of Prey, got it?"

Birds of Prey? Harry just blinks blankly, even as Harley cackles some more, walking around with her arms clasped behind her, humming and kicking her feet in the air.

"I dunno, think we could use the backup, darling. Mistah H here can be a bit much to handle on our lonesome…"

"No! I can… I can handle it! We don't NEED them!"

Returning to his cock, Helena frowns for a moment before muttering something that sounds like 'Canary would just hog this amazing cock anyways, the damn slut…', before returning to licking his dick clean, looking up at him with a heady, lurid look in her eyes all the while.

Harry, not quite understanding the conversation but as always, willing to go with the flow, just smiles down at Helena and places a hand atop her head, enjoying the oral ministrations as she cleans him off. It was fine to take a small break. They'd found the cure, after all… everything was on the way to being solved. He could take a moment to relax before getting back to work. One step at a time.

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