ALL NOVEL Chapter 20: Black Canary & Lady Blackhawk
He’s tired. That’s his excuse for leaving it in Ivy’s seemingly capable hands. However, she wants to explain to the other two Birds of Prey what’s going on, Harry will just… leave her to it. At this point, the young man is downright exhausted, both physically and mentally, not to mention emotionally. He needs a fucking nap. Hell, he needs a full night’s rest, but considering the mess his life has become, a nap is all he’s going to likely get.
Retreating to his room for some shut-eye, his head has barely hit the pillow before Harry is out like a light. That isn’t to say his rest is entirely restful though. His dreams… his dreams contain the love of his life and the girl she was cloned from.
“Mm, Harry, it’s been sooo long~ You were naughty, but I forgive you!”
“Hey! Harry is a good man! H-He was trying to help me… to help US!”
It’s a reminder that… all of this bullshit started before he and Tea could really talk things out, hadn’t it? Their relationship was sort of hanging by a razor thin hair even before he’d ended up infecting her, Kara, and Zatanna with sex zombie virus bullcrap. In his dream… Harry can admit the truth, at least.
“I’m sorry to both of you girls. I should have… the reason I walked away that morning, the reason I went looking for Batgirl… it wasn’t because I wanted to be the hero. It was because I wanted to put off the conversation we needed to have as long as possible.”
In his dream, Tea and Kara exchange a look, before flopping down on either side of him. Until that moment, he hadn’t even realized he was laying down, but he supposed he had been. Dreams were funky like that. Regardless, all three of them are laying down now, probably, and Tea and Kara are feeling him up, their hands running up and down either side of his body.
“We forgive you, Harry~”
“Hmph, I don’t. Not yet. You’ll have to make it up to me, first.”
Tea’s hand is the first to close around his dick, stroking it as Harry groans appreciatively. Kara, not to be outdone, puffs up her cheeks in anger and grabs onto his shaft as well, even fondling his balls.
“We are NOT going back to the way things were before. Once this mess is handled, you and I are going to have to share Harry. And not just with each other, either.”
“… Ugh, I suppose so.”
Dream Tea and Dream Kara seem to at least be relatively reasonable. However, the rational part of Harry’s sleeping mind can’t help but point out that that’s almost certainly because they’re just parts of his subconscious. This conversation they’re currently having in his Dream as the two of them fondle his junk… it’s what he WANTS to happen in the real world, once he’s able to cure the two blonde aliens.
It’s what he’s hoping for, and that doesn’t necessarily make it a reality. Ah, but at the very least, it does give him something to work towards, so there’s that at least. In the meantime, though, there’s still lots to be done.
Looking at the two, Harry smiles softly.
“I promise you girls… I’m going to get you better. And then, whatever you want to do with me afterwards… I’ll accept it as punishment for my actions.”
Before either of the dream versions of his lover and her predecessor can respond, something off about the situation begins to wake Harry up. Their hands on his cock… don’t actually feel like hands. Rather… it feels more like the sole of a naked foot, pressing along his shaft.
Blinking his eyes open blearily, Harry comes to with Poison Ivy in his bedroom, standing over him on the bed. As he looks up at her and sees the wicked smirk on her lips while she rubs her foot down onto his cock in an expert foot job, Harry opens his mouth to speak… only for moans and squeals to either side of him to pull his attention in both directions at once.
Blanching, the young wizard quickly realizes that his exhausted decision making could definitely be better, because leaving it up to Ivy to get the other Birds of Prey up to speed was… a huge mistake from the look of things. Because it’s not just Ivy in his bedroom with him, but also Black Canary and Lady Blackhawk.
The two blonde heroines are hanging over his bed on either side of him, held in Ivy’s vines. Drool and juices drip off of their open mouths and from their pussies, and its obvious from the way their eyes are fixated on Harry’s cock what’s been done to them. Groaning, not just from Ivy’s ministrations with her foot but also in disbelief, Harry rubs a hand down his face.
“Fuck… Ivy, what have you done?”
Cackling, the eco-terrorist villainess just rolls her shoulders, looking like she’s quite enjoying herself. That makes one of them, at least.
“These two would never have listened, Harry. I’m just… showing them what we’re up against.”
“I thought we were trying to CURE this shit, not make more victims!”
Ivy just scoffs, continuing her molestation of him with her foot.
“They need to experience it themselves, just like Huntress did. Only then will they accept what needs to be done in the name of victory.”
Ivy’s cold logic… it makes sense, after a fashion. Harry still can’t help but feel like they were decidedly the bad guys here though, at this point. Glancing to both Black Canary and Lady Blackhawk, he gives them his best apologetic looks.
“I’m really sorry about this, you two…”
“M-Monster! You’re, a-ah, both monsters! W-We won’t let you get away with this!”
“Ah, um, ah…”
One of them is clearly in a much better state of mind at this point then the other. Black Canary still has SOME of her wits about her from the sound of things, while Lady Blackhawk… well, not that Harry knows it, but the woman is displaced. Far from her time period, Lady Blackhawk, aka Zinda Blake, has never experienced anything this debauched before. She was a pioneer for woman’s rights back in her own time period of the 1950s, but that didn’t mean anything when all these decades later, the world had gone insane and become a depraved cesspit.
Having two beautiful blondes clad in black, skimpy heroine outfits, along with a smirking Ivy standing over him, stroking his cock with her foot… it’s a recipe for disaster, in the end. Harry tries to hold back, truly he does, but its too late. He’d been having a wet dream already, and who knew how long Ivy had been performing this foot job on him before he’d finally woken up? Regardless, he groans and cums, his seed splattering onto his stomach right then and there… in front of the sex-crazed blondes Ivy is holding aloft.
Once he’s done cumming, Ivy lowers the two blondes tantalizingly close to Harry’s cum-stained stomach, as both now pant and strain more manically against the vines that are restraining them. Groaning, Harry shakes his head, trying to spare them any further teasing.
“Ivy, they’ve almost certainly gotten the point. Just… cure them already.”
Ivy’s smirk disappears, to be replaced by an annoyed scowl.
“These two would have screwed everything up, given half a chance. They would have arrested us, and then left us as sitting ducks to your little paramours. You and I would both be DEAD.”
“… That doesn’t make this right, Ivy.”
“Tch, fine.”
Begrudgingly, Ivy proceeds to cure Black Canary and Lady Blackhawk… by forcefully shoving vines up into their cunts and asses to deliver the cure. Both of the blonde heroines positively HOWL as they’re penetrated, though thankfully it’s not Black Canary’s signature scream. Even as beleaguered as she is, she’s clearly aware that screaming her would bring the entire house down on her head along with everyone else’s.
That said, the forceful shove from the vines also pushes both of the afloat women forward. Bent over and suspended in the air just above his body, Ivy’s penetration of their cunts and their backdoors results in their mouths FINALLY ending up in reach of the cum splattered all across Harry’s abdomen.
Without hesitation, Lady Blackhawk takes the opportunity presented to her, the 1950s era young woman unable to help herself as her tongue lolls out lewdly and begins to slurp up the hot cum right off of Harry’s body. Black Canary looks as horrified as Harry feels, and quickly shouts at her comrade.
“N-No! Zinda, stop! What are you doing?!”
“D-Dinah, I can’t… nngh, I can’t get enough. Mm~”
Harry can only watch as the now named Zinda finishes up with his belly and lifts her head… right into Dinah’s airspace. Before the Black Canary can say another word, her fellow heroine is making out with her, swapping cum between their two mouths as the blonde tries and fails to protest. Seeing this, Ivy only pushes them further together, grinning again with glee as she watches the two blondes, one VERY reluctant, makeout heatedly as Harry’s cum is traded between their lips and tongues.
In truth, as horrified as he is by all of this… it’s also incredibly hot. Harry’s cock is soon rock hard from the lesbian display taking place right in front of him, and as his member grows thick and erect and fat once more, it springs up from its laid down position with a simple twinge, smacking against their chins.
Diverted from their makeout session, the two blondes look down at his cock with lust-crazed looks in their eyes… and immediately dive down to begin slurping and lapping at his dick. Their tongues working over his cock, it seems clear to Harry that they’re both being driven absolutely wild with lust. Eyes narrowed, Harry looks at Ivy over the top of their heads, but the plant controller just rolls her eyes.
“I’m curing them, not to worry. They’re just going to have to get it out of their systems… and no matter what, they’ll be changed by the experience. Just like Helena was. Just like Harley was. Just like… I was.”
Ivy glares at him at that, seeming caught between embarrassed and angry that she had ANY affection or even base, physical lust for him left in her. Under any other circumstances, Harry might have tried some sort of quip about how he was just that good, but it really didn’t sound appropriate to the moment’s circumstances.
Indeed, the more that Dinah and Zinda work over his cock, they grow more and more frenzied… but at the same time, their minds seem much more intact then his and Ivy’s previous… ‘victims’.
“C-Can’t… mm, can’t believe I’m doing this…”
“I-I’ll follow your, mm, lead Dinah. This is all so… s-strange to me.”
“We shouldn’t even, hah, be involving ourselves in, nngh, this, Zinda! Ugh!”
And yet, despite Dinah’s words, she proceeds to lean forward and envelope his cock in her mouth. Zinda blinks at the sight, pushed away by Dinah’s takeover of the oral sex. Indeed, as a modern day woman, Dinah clearly knows a lot more about fellatio then Zinda does, as she enthusiastically and frantically bobs up and down on his cock, deep-throating his member and choking herself on his dick.
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
“O-Oh my…”
Zinda can only watch on with a reddened face, looking almost fascinated at the display of promiscuity and lewdness. The out of time blonde has clearly never done anything like this before, but she wiggles and writhes in Ivy’s grasp all the same, moaning as she enjoys herself more than she should.
All the while, Ivy is continuing to fuck both Dinah and Zinda’s holes. By this time, the cure should have been delivered. But she’s still savagely pistoning away at their cunts and asses like it’s no one’s business but her own. Harry, of course, doesn’t agree with that. He gives her another glare, only to have the eco-terrorist scoff once more and wave a dismissive hand at him.
“I’m PREPARING them for what’s to come. You know they can’t be fully cured without at least one ride on your cock. Your member is much too big for their tight little holes. My vines will… make sure they’re ready to handle you.”
Yeah, that sounded like a load of horse dung, even to Harry’s ears. Still, he wasn’t in a position to stop her. Not if he wanted to handle this properly. He, unfortunately, needed Ivy’s help to cure the two newest victims of her and his virus. Even if she was the one who’d infected them in the first place, she was crucial to making sure they got better.
Sighing, Harry once again looks down to the two blonde heroines, first to Zinda and then to Dinah, who is STILL deep-throating his cock and face fucking herself on his length.
“I really am sorry about this, ladies. We’ll get this all cleared up, once we’re done here. I…”
He trails off as he sees a look in Dinah’s eye. Black Canary… has finally had enough. Whether it’s the last vestiges of her sanity rallying, or maybe the first vestiges of her sanity returning to her as Ivy’s cure begins to work, either way, there comes a moment where Dinah decides she no longer cares about collateral damage or her own health and safety.
Harry sees that moment crystallize in her eye, and given his cock is in her mouth, he also feels the beginnings of it.
“IVY!”
Crying out to the plant controller for salvation isn’t exactly Harry’s preferred method of dealing with anything… but it works, in this instance. As Dinah tries to pull back off of his cock enough to muster a shriek, Ivy realizes what’s happening, her eyes widening along with Harry’s. The plant controller’s quick thinking puts a stop to Canary’s attempt when she pushes Dinah further onto his cock, sending her head ALL the way to the base of his member.
“MMMMMMPH!!!”
She still gets a shriek off, but it’s a very, very minor one. In the end, it boils down to a very pleasurable vibration along his entire length as its buried to the hilt in her throat. Harry’s breath hitches, and then he’s nonstop groaning as he begins to cum. The vibrating, clenching sensation of Canary’s stuffed throat as her scream is completely nullified by his and Ivy’s actions, causes Harry to experience one of the longest orgasms he’s ever had.
Unfortunately for Dinah, that means she’s drowned in a veritable flood of cum, quite a lot of it spilling out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth as her eyes roll up in her head, not from the pleasure but from the lack of oxygen. In the end, twitching and shuddering, Black Canary passes out on his cock, asphyxiating on his member.
“Fuck, that was a close one…”
A grateful Ivy pulls Dinah off of his dick, even as Harry reluctantly nods. Had the blonde managed to scream out loud, there was no doubt in his mind that the room might have come down on them. The house as a whole had some ancient wards protecting it… but most of those were protecting it from outside attacks, and magical ones at that.
It was close. Too close.
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Zinda Blake was… she was a woman stuck out of time. But she was still a woman. And while all of this might have been a little much for her, she was starting to figure out what she wanted. What she wanted was this man, in front of her, and his big fat cock.
As Poison Ivy unbinds her and Dinah, pulling her vines out of their holes, Zinda’s mind was clearing up. That insane urge to fuck, to breed, to have this man named Harry inside of her… it was receding. However, that didn’t mean she was fine. It didn’t stop her innate horniness, or her repressed sexual nature. After watching Harry and his big fat cock turn Helena into a sacrilegious slut and knock Dinah the fuck out, Zinda knew what she wanted.
And so, even as Ivy pulls Dinah away to recover off to the side, Zinda reaches out and wraps a hand around Harry’s cock, causing the young man to startle and stare at her, wide-eyed, as she gives him a coy smile and licks her lips.
“If you don’t mind sir, I think I’d like a turn now.”
Her polite demeanor can be directly linked back to the time period she comes from. Still, ever the horny gentleman, Harry shakes his head vehemently, not trusting himself to speak. Zinda can only pout at his recalcitrance. Now that her mind is clearing up, she realizes that both Ivy and Harry were right. This… infection was serious business, and it did indeed need to be handled carefully.
That said, she also had her own needs to take care of. And while it’s equally obvious that Harry had nothing to do with what Ivy had done to her and Dinah, it’s up to him to take responsibility. Leaning back, Zinda unbuttons her tunic as she looks down at the young man.
“You’ve left me in this state, sir. I don’t think it’s right that you just… leave me to suffer. Do you?”
Rather than wait for him to answer, she mashes her exposed tits right into Harry’s face, moaning when he begins to slurp and suck at them greedily after a moment.
“Oooh~ d-do you like my torpedoes, s-sir? Mmm, t-that’s it…”
Swinging one leg over his body, Zinda sits herself down onto his cock, his dick tip teasing her slit while her mini skirt hides their privates from view. Biting her lower lip, Zinda reaches over and grabs her fallen military cap, putting it on as she pulls back from him, posing seductively like a World War II Pin-up Girl.
“L-Like what you see, s-sir?”
Underneath her mini skirt, Zinda is grinding against his cock, her slit hot-dogging his member as Harry just stares at her, amazed.
“… Yes. Yes, I like what I’m seeing very much.”
Zinda’s breath hitches at hearing him admit it. She shivers as her pussy quivers with delight. All her life, she’d fought for her rights. All her life, she’d pushed for a purpose, for her life to MEAN something. She’d never been the type to settle down and start a family. She wasn’t housewife material.
… Somewhere along the way, the blonde had convinced herself that that meant sex was off the table for her. After all, sex was for a man and his wife, a holy sacrament to take place between two married people. Zinda wasn’t nearly as religious as Helena per say, but at the same time, she came from a time period where everyone was at least a little religious, where atheism was outright shunned, and religion was baked into their cultural values.
She’d bucked against the cultural of her time period in a few ways but been completely chained down by it in others. By taking on a man’s job, by becoming a soldier, a fighter, and a warrior, she’d thought she could never ever enjoy the pleasures of being a woman. Now though, having spent some time in the modern era, and seeing and experiencing what she’d seen and experienced today… Zinda knew better.
Leaning forward, Zinda licks her lips as she dangles her soft, full tits right in front of Harry’s face.
“You can have me if you want me sir. You just have to reach out and take it. Take ME.”
Harry’s hands come up to grab her by the hips, and yet still the young man hesitates. There’s nothing that Zinda wants more than to be impaled upon his cock, and yet… he furrows his brow, frowning up at her.
“This is wrong… fuck, I want you so badly, but we shouldn’t be doing this.”
Ah, he was a man with morals. She liked that about him, truly she did. But at the same time, it wasn’t going to get Zinda what she wanted, now was it. Before Harry can push her away from him, the blonde heroine lifts her hips… and SLAMS herself down onto his cock all of her own accord. Harry’s eyes go wide at this, and he lets out a heartfelt groan as she settles into place, grinding her way down to the base of his dick and wiggling around a bit.
Zinda herself wantonly moans, having never been so FULL before. She wasn’t a virgin even before Ivy’s little vine rampage, but all the same… he feels AMAZING, inside of her. Leaning in once again, the blonde whispers to her new lover, even as she gyrates her hips upon his cock. Their joining is still hidden by her mini skirt, but her naked breasts and military cap atop her head nevertheless painting quite the debauched scene all the same.
“Allow me to let you in on a little secret, sir. Once upon a time… I was the victim of mind control.”
Harry blinks at that, his eyes wide at her revelation.
“A monstrous Nazi operative named Killer Shark used a chemical potion to brainwash me. He forced me to take up the identity of Queen Killer Shark. He used me to battle my former comrades several times before I was finally freed from his sinister control. And… he did other things to me as well, during that time.”
Slowly, she begins to ride Harry, bouncing up and down on his cock as her breath hitches and she lets out another moan. Zinda Blake had her scars, from that time period and plenty of other experiences. Not all scars were physical, and while her body was blemish free and beautiful, the effects on her mind would always stay with her.
“Why… why are you telling me this?”
Smiling down at him, bouncing up and down faster and faster, Zinda giggles.
“Because Harry. I know what mind control looks like. My mind is clear… my decisions my own. Now, if you don’t start moving soon, I’m going to be forced to think poorly of you. I don’t think you’d want that, sir~ so why don’t you go ahead and give this little lady the plowing she so desperately desires, hm?”
Her little pep talk has its intended effect, thankfully. Harry’s face gets this determined look to it, and Zinda has all of a moment to prepare herself before his grip on her hips tightens… and he begins to fuck her from below. Letting out a lewd cry, the World War II aviator squeals as she finds herself riding what feels like a bucking bronco.
“Oh yes! Yes sir! Give it to me!”
Zinda tosses her head back, and with one hand keeping her cap on, the beautiful blonde heroine cries out lustfully, enjoying the hell out of Harry’s cock now that he’s fucking her properly. This right here was exactly what she wanted, and with the young man beneath her now properly on board, the blonde rides him towards kingdom cum.
Half-nude, posing sexily in what remains of her uniform, Zinda continues to egg him on.
“Nngh, your cock is better than flying a Lockheed! Don’t you stop now! Don’t you dare stop!”
Harry doesn’t, and after a moment, he leans up off of the bed and takes up the offer she’d given him previously. Her bouncing, swinging tits have been right in front of him all this time after all, tantalizingly in reach of his mouth and hands. His hands remain affixed to her hips, holding her in place as he fucks her from below like only a power bottom can.
Meanwhile, his tongue and mouth close around one of her nipples, making Zinda squeak as he begins to lavish praise on her teat and tit, swirling his tongue around her nipple, before biting down on it hard enough to make her shudder in orgasmic ecstasy. Who knew there could be so much pleasure from nipple play? Who knew sex could be so… fun?!
Admittedly, the blonde has never been with a man she truly enjoyed. Oh, she’s been with a couple of men she liked, even loved… but none of them have been able to make her feel like this man before her now. Not even Killer Shark, when he’d controlled her, had been able to make her cum. Not that he’d tried, really, she was just a disposable cum rag to him, but still, it said a lot that she was feeling better than she did even under literal mind control.
The World War II aviator squeals her way through climax after climax, riding Harry hard and fast as he transitions from one nipple until the other. Their private parts remain hidden beneath her mini skirt at first, but eventually she’s bouncing up and down on his cock so swiftly that her skirt flips up, showing her delectable derriere and the big fat shaft pistoning in and out of her sopping wet pussy lips.
Finally, though, with a loud grunt from Harry and a throaty moan from Zinda, the two of them reach a mutual climax together. He cums inside of her, but Zinda is too far gone to really care. Her eyes lidded, she has a satiated smirk on her lips, even as he fills her and fills her. When it’s finally done, Zinda lets out a breathless sigh of delight and leans over Harry, looking down into his eyes.
“Thank you, sir. That was… great.”
“I hope you don’t think we’re done just yet, Lady Blackhawk. In fact, I’m just getting started.”
Zinda’s eyes widen at Harry’s sudden authoritative tone. Its clear he’s putting on an act, but his actions speak for themselves as he suddenly flips her over onto her back. The displaced time traveler can only squeak, as she finds herself with her legs up in the air, his hands around her ankles, and his cock once more at her entrance.
Harry gives her a savage grin, and that’s all the warning Zinda receives before his cock slams home into her pussy once more, pounding away at her cunt in a consummate mating press. It’s not something that a girl like Zinda has ever heard of or experienced before. Sex was so vanilla back in her day, that even the cowgirl position she’d initially performed was considered rather scandalous. A girl, on top? How ludicrous!
But this… this new position that he has her in, with her on her back but her hips lifted up into the air and his cock pounding down into her from above harder and faster than anything she’s ever experienced before… it’s not just ludicrous, its LEWD-icrous!
Zinda’s eyes roll back in her head as Harry begins to hammer into her, and her squeals quickly turn to screams of delight as she takes his big fat cock even deeper inside of her than before, and much faster too now that he’s on top and has full control of the encounter. In the end, all she can do is cling to him for dear life, holding on and trying to maintain her sanity as it’s overwhelmed by the pleasure being visited upon her.
They certainly didn’t make men like Harry back in the time period she came from. Never before had Zinda been happier to be a Woman out of Time.
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As Dinah Laurel Lance slowly wakes up, its to sounds she never thought she’d hear coming from her teammate.
“YES! HARDER! OH GOD!!!”
It wasn’t that Zinda Blake was some timid, quiet mouse of a woman… she was far from that. However, despite not really fitting into the 1950s Housewife stereotype, she definitely fit into some other stereotypes from the 1940s-1950s. Stereotypes that had made it hard for them to really go out for girls’ nights and just… paint the town red.
And yet, as Dinah lifts her head with a groan, her entire body feeling like it’d been put through the wringer while also throbbing with a need for another round, Zinda sounds like she’s having the time of her life. And looking at the bed where her and the young man, Harry, are going at it, she LOOKS like she’s having the time of her life as well.
The first thing Dinah truly sees is her teammate’s little puckered anus clenching and unclenching around nothing at all as Harry piledrives into her pussy from above, fucking her in a hardcore mating press. At first, if one ignores Zinda’s impassioned cries for more, MORE, MORE!, one can imagine that she’s being forced, against her will.
But then, right before Dinah’s eyes, Harry lets go of Zinda’s ankles, bringing his hands down on either side of her head instead as he leans forward. Does Zinda use this moment to try and get up? Nope. Rather, she goes right ahead and wraps her long, gorgeous legs around Harry’s waist, holding him all the more tightly to her as he continues to piston in and out of her pussy with his prodigiously sized prick.
Dinah couldn’t deny it… he had one of the bigger cocks she’d ever seen. And that was saying something, because Dinah had been with some Real Men before. Still, as young as he clearly was, Harry’s cock put most of them to shame… and as she watches his hefty ball sack swing while his meaty rod pistons in and out of Zinda, the Black Canary can’t help but bite her lower lip, gnawing at it as a pang of NEED fills her body, igniting her core.
“We going to have a problem, Canary?”
Eyes torn off of the lewd, depraved scene in front of her, Dinah whips her head around to see Ivy off to the side. Leaning back against the wall, the plant controller is almost casually fingering herself to the view of Harry fucking Zinda silly. She raises a single eyebrow in Dinah’s direction, making the blonde flush as she remembers what she tried to do right before she passed out.
To be fair, she hadn’t been in her right mind at the time. Now… now, she wasn’t entirely sure whether she was in her right mind or not, but she was at least thinking clearly, and wasn’t about to use her full Canary Scream to level this place with her and her allies still in it. That would be… bad. She could understand that now.
Still…
“I wouldn’t have been put in that position in the first place if it wasn’t for you, Ivy! This is all your fault!”
Ivy just shrugs, continuing to casually toy with her light green pussy.
“You needed to know what it was like. What we were dealing with. You felt it. You experienced it. Well, imagine that feeling of NEED… and now give yourselves the power of Superman… or Dr. Fate. THAT is what we are dealing with here. Zatanna, Supergirl, and that clone of hers, Galatea… they are infected, and until we find a way to cure them, they’re a threat that needs to be carefully accounted for.”
Ivy smirks, but the smirk doesn’t reach her eyes. She’s actually well and truly frightened.
“If they get their hands on me, they’ll kill me for daring to touch their precious Harry Potter. If they get their hands on Harry, they’ll kill HIM by accident, while trying to extract as much of his seed from him as possible. He won’t be able to stop them, like he and I could stop and control you lot. And with that, any hope of a cure will be gone… and you’ll be dealing with sex-crazed zombies without their fix.”
Leaning forward, the red head sneers.
“Is that what you want, Canary? Hm?”
Shivering at the thought of Kara in such a state, and not just Kara but her evil clone and Zatanna Zatara on the warpath as well, Dinah has to admit… it is NOT what she wants. Still, that doesn’t mean she’s at all happy about this. Glaring at Ivy, she grits her teeth.
“You’ve made your point, Ivy. We’ll make a temporary truce… f-for now. After all this is said and done though, don’t expect me to ignore your crimes.”
Pushing off of the wall, Ivy brings her fingers up from her slit and to her lips, licking them clean.
“Whatever. Go on, get your fix.”
Dinah tries to pretend like she doesn’t know what Ivy is saying.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Of course, Ivy isn’t falling for that. Flicking her fingers towards the bed, the eco-terrorist just smirks.
“You and your ally will be useless to us until you’ve both gotten it out of your system. Have your fun, and when its all done with, we’ll discuss our next steps. Bye.”
And with that, the red headed villainess leaves the room, and Dinah finds herself alone with her thoughts… and two very enthusiastic fuckbunnies on the bed. The way Harry is plowing Zinda silly has Dinah flushing as she imagines herself in the other blonde’s place. She… certainly wouldn’t mind it. But still… could she really give into her baser instincts? Sure, Zinda already had, and Ivy might just be right, it might be better to get it out of her system. But damn it all, Dinah was made of tough stuff! She was-
… She was already crawling over to the bed. She arrives just in time for Zinda to let out one last squeal, before Harry groans and pumps a thick, hot load of cum into her. Judging by the sheer amount of seed that explodes out of Zinda’s quim right in front of Dinah’s eyes, drooling down into her ass crack, it’s not the first load he’s left inside of her.
Dinah crawls up onto the bed just in time for Harry to pull out of Zinda and turn, blinking as he catches sight of her prowling form.
“A-Aha… awake I see. Uh, sorry about all of this. I really-!”
“Shut up. Just… no talking.”
With that ultimatum given, Dinah grabs Harry’s messy cock and takes it in her mouth, moaning as she begins to slurp at his member right then and there. For his part, the young man groans, her ruby red lips and wicked tongue making short work of the mess and then transitioning into giving him quite the enthusiastic blowjob. Maybe not as enthusiastic as last time, but certainly with more technique than her previous state allowed.
Slobbering along his cock, Dinah looks up into his emerald green eyes to see what there is to see. You can tell a lot about a man by how he looks when you’ve got your lips wrapped around his cock. Especially when he knows you have the power to literally scream his dick into paste, if you want to. Not that Dinah would ever do something like that when she was in her right mind. Nor had she. Way too disgusting, way too much mess.
Still, there is a hint of fear in Harry’s gaze that she might do that, even if he clearly doesn’t think she will. There’s also visible enjoyment. Its what’s not there that truly surprises Dinah. She’s expecting Harry to be like most of the selfish, and in some cases villainous pricks she’s found herself reluctantly fellating over the years. She’s expecting to see him feeling an over-inflated sense of superiority over her, like he’s better than her.
But as he gazes down on her, she doesn’t get the impression that he’s REALLY looking down on her. Rather, she gets the impression that he’s a young man who’s thoroughly in over her head, and not quite the villain she’d initially assumed him to be.
Having gotten him rock hard once more with her expert mouth, Dinah pulls off with a pop and turns away from him, facing Zinda instead. The beautiful time-displaced blonde is laying back with her eyes lidded, her chest slowly rising and falling as she just… recovers. However, when Dinah begins moving into place between her legs and starts to lower her mouth down to Zinda’s overflowing cum-filled quim, Zinda’s eyes go wide.
“D-Dinah! That… you can’t! I’m so m-messy!”
Grinning, Dinah doesn’t take no for an answer, her eyes twinkling as she runs her hands along Zinda’s inner thighs.
“I’ve noticed the way your gaze lingers on me when we have to take showers after a long patrol, Zinda. I know you have a crush on me. Just as I know you’d never act on it without the proper push. More than that, I wouldn’t try anything under normal circumstances… but these aren’t normal circumstances, are they?”
Zinda whimpers, the World War II pilot clutching at the bedding beneath her as Dinah lowers her mouth to her waiting quim and begins tonguing her out right then and there. She’s as good, if not better, at cunnilingus then fellatio in her not-so-humble opinion. As she begins to eat out Zinda’s cunt, getting at that delicious, delicious cum that’s filling her pussy, Dinah begins to hum.
It’s the lowest setting of her power, but that doesn’t mean its low effort. She has to be very careful, and it takes great skill to do what she’s doing. As she vibrates Zinda’s insides, Harry’s seed gets dislodged from her inner walls all the faster, flowing out of the other blonde heroine and into Dinah’s mouth for her to gulp it down.
Fuck, his cum tastes so fucking good. Ivy was right, Dinah DID need to get this out of her system. And also… she couldn’t quite blame Helena for her excesses anymore. It would be hypocritical, at this point.
Of course, Dinah had cleaned off Harry and gotten him hard again first for a reason. She’d also then gone on to position herself in such a way as to be irresistible to the young man. As such, the heroine isn’t surprised in the slightest when his hands finally fall upon her hips after a moment’s hesitation, and his cock slaps up between her thighs against her waiting, sopping wet slit.
Ivy’s vines had certainly done a number on her holes, but Dinah actually feels a little grateful for that now, because as Harry presses the head of his cock against her cunt lips, she can’t help but moan into Zinda’s cum-filled quim. He’s huge, and even bigger now that he’s starting to push inside of her. Eyes flickering upwards, tongue writhing away hungrily inside of Zinda’s pussy, Dinah arches her back like a particularly happy cat and gives Harry all the access he needs to really give her a good, hard plowing.
And soon he’s doing exactly that, pounding away into her pussy without reservation or hesitation. His cock splits her open and drives into her even deeper than Ivy’s vines did, slamming up against her cervix and then pushing a little into it as Dinah’s eyes roll partially up in her skull. It feels amazing, and she’s actually a little glad she’s chosen to occupy her mouth with Zinda’s gushing, creampied quim, because otherwise she might be making a fool of herself and saying all manner of strange, ridiculous things.
Instead, she can muffle her own moans with Zinda’s cunt, and also split her focus between pleasuring the other blonde with her tongue, mouth, and voice while getting fucked silly by Harry’s ridiculous bitch breaker of a cock. He had no business feeling this good, though Dinah was sure that that was at least partially because of whatever the fuck Ivy had done to them, that damn sex virus.
Still, there was no doubt in the blonde’s mind that they needed to team up and solve this problem together. Just as soon as her needs were seen to…
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If Zinda had been like an over-eager puppy, riding him and then squealing when he pinned her down and had his way with her… Dinah was a bitch, through and through. She knew what she wanted, and she’d made sure she got it. Even as Harry fucks into her from behind, spit-roasting her between himself and Zinda, he kind of feels like she’s taken control of the situation. She’s getting it exactly as she wants it… and he sort of wants to shake her up, a little bit?
Growling, he rears back a hand… and spanks Dinah across one of her gorgeous, perfect, pale butt cheeks.
SMACK!
“Mmph!”
The squeal she lets out is completely muffled by Zinda’s cunt, and from the World War II aviator’s fluttering eyelids and heartfelt moans, its VERY appreciated. And so, with a wicked grin on his face, Harry continues to spank Dinah silly as he plows the Black Canary hard and fast from behind.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Her muffled noises are like music to his ears, but more than that… her pussy begins to clench around his cock in time with his blows, and it’s not long before she’s cumming for him, orgasming from the spanking he’s giving her. The heroine is getting off on it! More than that though, her getting off to his spanking of her beautiful, perfectly sculpted posterior is… well, it’s starting to get Harry himself dangerously close to the edge.
But hey, so what right? If she didn’t want this, she wouldn’t have set it up like she had. With a loud groan, Harry thrusts forward into Dinah from behind with all his might, and proceeds to paint her walls white with his seed. He cums and cums, coating her womb in his white-hot jizz and making sure to fill her to the absolute brim.
That doesn’t mean he’s finished, however. His cock is still throbbing inside of her incredibly tight pussy, and as he pulls out, Harry already knows where he’s going next. Grabbing Dinah by the very ass cheeks he’d just been abusing, gripping them harshly and squeezing them as she squeals into Zinda’s cunt, Harry spreads her… and thrusts into her waiting, slightly agape asshole.
Ivy’s vines had certainly loosened and lubricated her backdoor for him, but his cock is still easily twice, maybe thrice as heavy and thick and large as said vines. He splits Dinah open anally and the Black Canary shrieks… though she doesn’t shriek-shriek, she just screams in ecstasy, very mindful of the fact that her ally is right in front of her, even now.
Harry was counting on that, using her affection for Zinda to his advantage. Reaching forward, he grabs Dinah by the wrists and pulls her arms behind her back as he fucks her savagely in the back door, anally plowing her towards kingdom cum. The result, after a few moments, is that he pulls her away from Zinda entirely, dragging the blonde heroine up onto her knees as he slams home into her ass again and again.
“Y-You… Big Dicked… B-BASTARD!”
Harry chuckles and shakes his head, leaning in close to whisper in her ear.
“You know you love it.”
“F-Fuck you…”
Immensely turned on and getting a wild hair of an idea… Harry decides he can’t NOT try it. Calling upon his magic, what little wandless magic he’s capable of, he tries to shape it into something that will enhance his physical strength. Whether it will work or not is still up in the air, but all he can do is try and find out. And so, Harry reaches down and grabs Dinah by the thighs.
A moment later, and the blonde heroine squeaks as she’s suddenly lifted into the air. Her freed hands stay behind her, reaching back and scrambling to grab onto him for support. Meanwhile, Harry pulls her legs up, and then with one heaving motion, wraps his arms under her thighs and then up and around, back behind her head.
It’s a kneeling full nelson, when all is said and done. He’s knelt on the bed, while Dinah is folded up in his grasp, his muscles straining as he bounces her up and down on his cock anally while his fingers lock behind her head, holding her in place.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUUUUCK!”
Her squealing fills the room, even as his seed starts to leak out of her clenching, flexing, gaping cunt. This falls to the attention of Zinda, who becomes fixated by the sight. A moment later, Dinah is squealing even harder as her comrade returns the favor.
“W-Wait, Zinda… you don’t have t-to-!”
But the Lady Blackhawk just moans, driving a pair of fingers up into Dinah’s helpless, defenseless quim and scooping out some of his cum so that she can lick it off her digits.
“But I WANT to, Dinah. Harry’s seed… it’s soooo good~”
Dinah can only whimper, because of course she knows. She knows how good his cum tastes, and Harry chuckles into her ear as he continues to bounce her up and down on his cock in the kneeling full nelson, his member penetrating deeper and deeper into her bowels with every bounce. Needless to say, Dinah isn’t in control anymore. She has no say over what’s happening at this point, and Harry is REALLY giving her something to scream about now.
Together, he and Zinda tag team the blonde siren to kingdom cum again and again. Dinah squirts out onto Zinda’s face over and over, and while the first time takes the World War II aviator by surprise, by the third she’s lapping up her ally’s pussy juices with just as much gusto as she’s consuming Harry’s seed. Indeed, the debauched scene only turns Dinah on further, if the tightening of her anal passage means anything.
In the end, the whole experience can only end one way. By the time Harry pumps a hot, thick load of his seed up into Dinah’s bowels, the blonde’s eyes have roll back into her head and her tongue is lolling out of her mouth. Her fucked silly expression makes it clear that she’s completely out of it, and even as Harry grunts and lifts her ass off of his cock, she just twitches, no longer capable of speech.
Zinda, meanwhile, draws back in time to collect Dinah from his arms, taking her fellow heroine into her own embrace… a lover’s embrace, as the two of them kiss and makeout rather heatedly. Indeed, Zinda might be from another time period, but Dinah was right when she said the other blonde had some lesbian tendencies. Now that the barriers between them have been torn away, Zinda is all too eager to make up for lost time, from the looks of things.
As she macks on the helpless blonde in her grasp, Harry just watches, amused. His cock twitches as it grows hard all over again, while Harry himself just shakes his head. He’d come in here for a nap and ended up in the middle of yet another threesome, fucking another pair of gorgeous women into a stupor from which they might never fully recover.
Truly, what had his life become? Still… at least they’d managed to get Zinda and Dinah on board. If nothing else, more allies could only be a good thing. He might not appreciate Ivy’s methods, but Harry couldn’t argue with the results.
Now, all that was left to do was to somehow get the cure to those who needed it. Harry could only hope there wouldn’t be any further interruptions like this one. His loved ones and several innocents had suffered under the effects of the infection long enough.
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