A Broader World (Harry Potter/DC Universe)

“Right, does everyone understand their part in the plan?”
 
It was finally happening. They were finally ready. But it would not be without danger…
 
“I’m not happy about this.”
 
And of course, Poison Ivy wasn’t happy about the role she was expected to play. Eyeing the plant-controlling villainess, Harry sighs.
 
“You don’t have to be happy about it, Ivy. You don’t even have to like it. You just have to help fix this mess. You and I caused this, after a fashion… only makes sense that you and I be the one to finish this as well.”
 
Ivy grimaces and glances off to the side, neither agreeing nor disagreeing as she goes quiet. Harry watches her for a moment longer before looking to the Birds of Prey.
 
“You ladies will be alright with your end, right?”
 
Its Huntress who pipes up, with her two blonde compatriots still a little… taciturn around Harry, even over a week after they’d first gotten to experience his cock. Helena grins and shakes her head.
 
“Of course. We have the easy job, after all.”
 
Harry just nods, not disputing that fact. The plan, in the end, was rather simple… it was also somewhat complex in that there were multiple points of failure, but that couldn’t be helped. Just sending Huntress to the Watchtower with the cure hadn’t worked. Zatanna and the girls could sniff it out from a mile away.
 
Which meant they needed a distraction. And there was only one thing that Zatanna, Tea, and Kara would want more than Harry’s cum… Harry himself. In the end, there was never going to be an easy way to make everything work out. In the end, they were just delaying the inevitable by hiding away at Grimmauld Place all this time.
 
“Alright then. If there are no further objections, we’ll begin.”
 
No one speaks, though Ivy continues to look rather mulish. Harry just shrugs and turns to the table at his side. After a moment’s hesitation, Ivy steps up beside him. The two of them are currently staring down at a massive amount of recently prepared, entirely fresh magical potions. The Black Family had a stock of rare ingredients that he and Ivy had pilfered to make these.
 
Several of them were completely normal potions, the sort that you’d find in any Potion Store, or say, in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts where Harry had spent so much of his time over the years. Without a word, he and Ivy down those potions, working through their respective piles one after the other. Some taste alright, some taste horrible, and some don’t taste at all.
 
All of it goes down the hatch all the same. Now, normally it wasn’t recommended to take this many potions at once. Certainly not with how many different effects. Which was why he and Ivy were going fast, because even though this wasn’t recommended and could have drastically awful effects on them if they let too much time pass… it was necessary.
 
All of it was necessary, because of the pair of potions at the very back of their respective piles. The black, acrid potions that even now make Harry shiver and shudder in disgust. They’re held in larger, more ostentatious vials than the rest, mostly because the contents has to be kept in a form of magical stasis until imbibed, else shit goes horribly wrong.
 
These potions are… illegal. Very, very illegal. But then at this point, Harry has broken quite a few laws, he’s pretty sure, both mundane and magical in nature. Shit, he’s well aware that Tea has broken even more laws on his behalf, ever since they met. He still can’t bring himself to regret pulling her out of that crater, however. He can’t bring himself to regret his love for her.
 
That said, if Harry wants to survive her, Kara, and Zatanna, then this illegal Dark Potion is necessary. Taken from the recesses of the Black Library, the knowledge of this potion is a restricted secret for a reason. Its side effects are harsh, and Harry will probably live with the consequences of it for the rest of his life.
 
But it’s the only way he or Ivy will survive this. And so, picking up his Dark Potion, he watches Ivy do the same with hers. The two of them share a simple glance, and in Ivy’s eyes, Harry sees a resigned, resolved acceptance. She might not like it, but she’s on board. Together, they’ll fix their mess.
 
Without a word, the two pull the stoppers off these last two potions vials and down them silently. Or at least, they’re silent for all of a moment, before the effects of the acrid black potions hit and they both double over, crying out in agony.
 
Harley grabs hold of Ivy, to make sure she doesn’t spasm and seize up too hard and hurt something. Meanwhile, Helena, Dinah, and Zinda all have to grab hold of Harry to do the same for him. As they grip him tightly, Harry can only gasp, feeling the Dark Potion rushing through his body. All of the other potions that he and Ivy had taken ahead of it were designed to counteract and combat the worst of the side effects.
 
Basically, if they didn’t have that conglomeration of potions in their bodies before drinking their Dark Potions, they likely would have died outright, and horribly at that. At the same time, Harry can feel the potion reaching for his magic as well… and his magic reaching right back. This was what the Dark Potion did. The strengths of its effects were decided by the amount of magic inside of you. The potions were one thing, but Harry’s natural magic would be what truly decided if they could pull this off.
 
Black veins can be seen beneath Ivy’s skin, when he glances over at the plant controller. Harry has no doubt that his own veins are visible as well. And yet, after a certain amount of time, that visualization begins to fade, and slowly but surely, the pain starts to recede to a manageable level. When all is said and done, Harry and Ivy both straighten up around the same time, the Dark Potion successfully integrated with their systems… for now.
 
“Did it work, Ivy? Mistah H?”
 
“Let’s find out. Hold me as tightly as you can, Harley.”
 
Without hesitation, Harley Quinn gives the plant controller her HARDEST squeeze. Now, Harley had a minor strength enhancement, to go along with her brand of crazy. Nothing too insane, but certainly nothing to scoff at either. When she grabs Ivy in a bear hug, the plant controller doesn’t so much as grimace. Instead, she lets Harley get into position for a moment, before casually stretching her arms until Harley’s grip is broken, with the crazed female clown struggling to maintain it all the way through.
 
“… Yeah, I’d say it’s working.”
 
Ivy stares down at her hands, flexing them into fists, seemingly in wonder of her current strength. Harry, meanwhile, doesn’t bother testing with the Birds of Prey. Not only are none of them super strong, but he already knows. He can feel it inside of himself. Whether that’s because he’s got a lot more natural magic than Ivy or something else, Harry only knows one thing for certain… they’ve got to get a move on.
 
“It’s time for us to go. We’re on a time limit now. This won’t last forever.”
 
Technically, it could. The Dark Potion was designed to be a permanent imbibement. More of an Elixir than a potion, in Harry’s opinion. However, while the effects were permanent, so to were the side effects, and those would only grow over time, like a cancer through their bodies. Effectively, for every day that they were under the effects of the Dark Potion, they lost a year of their lives.
 
Needless to say, they had flushers prepared ahead of time that would completely remove all of the potions from their systems, including the Dark Potion. They would take them once everyone was cured and this mess was resolved, and for the cost of a year or two of their lives, it would be worth it in Harry’s opinion.
 
Still, there was no denying that this level of power was… heady. Was this how Tea and Kara felt ALL the time? Was this how Kara’s cousin, Superman, felt all the time? It was… intense, to say the least. Letting out an explosive breath, Harry gives Ivy a nod and then looks to the Birds of Prey.
 
“Wait five minutes before leaving for the Watchtower. By that point, they should be engaged with us. We’re counting on you to help those girls, understood?”
 
“Yes. We’ve got this Harry.”
 
“Just worry about yourself.”
 
“Try not to die…”
 
Smirking slightly, Harry offers his hand to Ivy, who takes it. Then, he turns on his feet and apparates himself and the plant controller back to where it all started... not the original lair, mind you, but the rooftop where he’d first heard of Batgirl’s disappearance, what feels like an eternity go now.
 
The sun is just rising over the nearby buildings as Ivy and Harry takes in their surroundings. After a moment, he grimaces and waves his hand, his magic positively LEAPING to his beck and call like never before, with the Dark Potion singing through his veins and allowing him to perform incredible feats with practically no visible effort. Wandlessly and wordlessly, he cleans up the rooftop, and for good measure, transforms the place into… into something like a harem tent or something. A big canvas tent covers the rooftop, with a large opening so that the girls don’t just tear through it when they arrive.
 
Then, Harry goes about furnishing the inside with carpet and rugs and throw pillows and beds. He blankets the place with comfort, as well as a few magical lights and even some conjured fruits and cheeses. Seeing this, Ivy raises an eyebrow and takes some cheese, surprised to find how good it tastes. Harry just grins at her cockily.
 
“Empty calories, that. It’ll dissolve into magic in your stomach within the hour.”
 
“That’s some serious bullshit…”
 
No, what’s serious bullshit is the fact that he’d taken longer to have that tiny little conversation with Ivy, then he had to build this place for their confrontation with the girls. It’s all done in seconds, and as seconds turn into minutes, Harry finds himself tensing up more and more in anticipation. Until finally, he feels them arrive. Luckily, they don’t approach in the Argoan way of breaking the sound barrier. No, with Zatanna alongside them, their arrival is purely magical, the three women teleporting in right outside of the tent.
 
Harry wastes no time in opening the tent flaps and allowing them to enter. As they do so, he takes them in and flushes a little at their attire. All three are dressed… super sluttily. Was this an effect of the sex zombie virus? Or had they specifically taken the time to get all gussied up for HIM specifically as soon as they felt him out in the open?
 
He gave it fifty-fifty of being one or the other. In the end, it didn’t really matter. They were here, and they were clearly ready for action. Both Tea and Kara were dressed like a pair of hookers. Torn short shorts, crop tops, fishnets, and a whole lot of bling on their wrists and ankles. Not to mention the amount of makeup they were sporting.
 
Meanwhile, Zatanna… she was sort of dressed like a hooker as well. A very specialized hooker, Harry supposed. She had on an inverted version of her stage costume. Thigh-high tights, arm-length gloves, bow-tie and hat, but nothing to cover her modesty. Her torso was completely naked, from her crotch all the way up to her chest. She was letting it all hang out, and from what Harry could see as she entered with Tea and Kara, her nipples were rock hard in anticipation.
 
All of this, Harry takes in before anyone can react. Which is… very fast, given the Argoans’ reaction times. He studies them all in half a millisecond, and watches as their faces light up excitedly at seeing him… and then grow stormy at seeing Ivy. With a snarl, Tea is the first to move, racing across the tent in the span of an instant, her arm raised as she prepares to backhand Ivy hard enough that it would likely have removed her head from her body, before the Dark Potion.
 
Ivy would likely have survived the blow now, but that doesn’t mean Harry is just going to let it land. Call this HIS test… as he catches Tea by the wrist before she can hit Ivy, stopping the Argoan in place with all of his ill-gotten strength. It works… the Dark Potion works. And yet, even as he’s holding Tea steady, he can feel her struggling against him. He’s not all powerful now… not completely in the clear. He’s AS strong as Tea and Kara at this point, but only so long as his magic lasts.
 
“Tea. No.”
 
The sex-crazed zombie version of his lover stares at him with wide, wild eyes. Harry likes to think he sees a hint of the real Tea in there, but before he can say or do anything else, he’s having to contend with Zatanna and Kara as well.
 
“Yawa g-urk!”
 
Before Zatanna can complete her spell, which to Harry’s enhanced perception, sounded like she was attempting to say, ‘Go Away!’ to Ivy, he closes his hand around her throat. He’s VERY careful not to crush, not to squeeze too hard. Luckily, his magic is making all of this extra power feel almost natural, in a way. There’s no adjustment period, no need for him to worry about going over the line. He’s using exactly the right amount of power to hold Tea by the wrist and drag her along behind him, while at the same time using the exact amount of power to cut Zatanna’s voice off.
 
Her sending Ivy away wouldn’t be as bad as one of the Argoans killing the plant controller outright, but it would still be disastrous. Who knew how far away Ivy would end up? Who knew how many days it might take her to get back, with the two of them losing years of time to the Dark Potion?
 
No, for this to work, Harry NEEDED Ivy in play. Which is why, with both hands occupied, he catches Kara with his gaze instead, pinning her in place with his eyes.
 
“Kara. Leave her. We both know what you want.”
 
The young woman known to much of the world as Supergirl doesn’t have to think about it for too long. Her eyes flicker from Ivy to Harry’s crotch, her hatred and anger for the plant controller dissolving and being replaced with sheer DESIRE in no time at all.
 
Without hesitation, Kara zips in and drops to her knees before him, eagerly tearing his pants off his body to let his cock spring out and smack her in her young, nubile face. With a wanton moan, the Argoan grabs his dick with hands that he knows could crush steel and begins to enthusiastically jerk him off as she glomps her lips down onto his cockhead and sucks and slurps at his dick tip.
 
If not for the Dark Potion, Harry is sure he’d be dealing with a pulverized cock right now. Kara isn’t holding back AT ALL, her Argoan Strength felt… but ultimately not hurting him. In fact, at his current level of durability and strength, it honestly feels rather good.
 
“That’s it, Kara. Good girl. Work to get that cream.”
 
His murmured words are all the encouragement that Supergirl needs, even as Tea continues to strain against his grip on her wrist, and Zatanna wiggles helplessly in his grasp as well. The amount of effort the two women are putting in couldn’t be more different, but Harry still has no issue regulating his strength to deal with each of them individually. With Zatanna still effectively silenced and unable to cast magic so long as he’s holding her firmly by the throat, and Kara neutralizing herself by bobbing up and down on his cock, Harry turns his attention to Tea, grimacing slightly.
 
“Tea… we never did get to hash things out before this all went to shit. Honestly, it feels like a lifetime ago now, that you… that you went too far, and I was forced to betray you, to… to try and tame you with Zatanna and Kara. I like to think you learned your lesson then, but who knows really? We’ll talk about it once you’re cured… right now, there’s no point.”
 
“Damn straight. Get on with it already Harry. Don’t have all fucking day here…”
 
As Ivy struts up, Harry shoots her a glare, not appreciating the sass. Of course, she immediately suffers the natural consequences of bringing attention to herself once more, as Tea only has ONE arm trapped in Harry’s grasp right now. With a snarl, the Argoan lashes out at Ivy, with the plant controller barely getting her arms up in a defensive guard in time to take the brunt of the blow.
 
She’s still sent skidding back, showing the sheer breadth of difference between their two strengths. The Dark Potion was made to play off of one’s natural magic after all, and Harry had an overabundance of the stuff. In comparison, Ivy only really had her connection to the Green and the huge amount of potions she’d chugged ahead of time flowing through her system.
 
That huge amount of potions WOULD eventually wear off however, reducing the effectiveness of the Dark Potion for both of them. Which meant acting fast. Yanking hard on Tea’s wrist, he pulls her down to her knees and forces her to focus on his cock, right alongside Kara.
 
Zeroing in on his dick, the Argoan Clone immediately tries to usurp Kara’s position… but Harry grabs Tea by her short blonde hair and yanks her down further, putting her on ball sucking duty instead. With both beautiful blondes, currently dressed like cheap hookers, sucking at his cock and balls, Harry feels himself beginning to swell up in no time. Oh yes, he’s going to cum soon… and right now, he has NO incentive to hold back.
 
“Ivy, get over here.”
 
Much more cautious of getting within range of Tea now, Ivy nevertheless comes over, creeping closer. After all, this was why she had to be here. Harry and her were going to cure these three manually, while the Birds of Prey took the actual cures to the Watchtower to use on the girls in the infirmary.
 
Manually meant that there was only one place Harry could allow himself to cum right now. Only, he only had so many hands. Physical hands, anyways.
 
Without warning, giving them no time to react, Harry lashes out with his magic, catching both Tea and Kara by their necks and choke slamming them into the ground as he tears them away from his cock. Throbbing, pulsating angrily with a sure sign that it’s about to blow, he grabs Ivy up with his magic as well and promptly impales the plant controller on his dick.
 
There’s pleasure in the act, but truth be told, Harry ignores it. He’s fucked Ivy for pleasure countless times by now. This? This is just business. With a grunt, he unloads deep inside of Ivy, while Kara and Tea both YOWL and squirm helplessly in his incredibly powerful magic hold, their prize taken from them by their greatest nemesis. Or so it would appear to them. They didn’t understand that Harry and Ivy were trying to save them from themselves. They would soon enough though, oh yes.
 
As soon as he’s done unloading inside of Ivy, Harry pulls her back off of his cock, lays her down on a nearby couch, and proceeds to shove Zatanna, who he’s still holding by the throat with his actual hand, right into Ivy’s crotch. In all fairness, Zatanna has not been entirely idle this whole time. Rather, once she realized how helpless she was in his grasp, the American witch had begun to touch herself, fingering her cunt and toying with a nipple as he held her in place.
 
She continues to do so, even as Ivy grabs hold of her raven black hair from Harry’s grasp and shoves her face down into her cunny right there on the spot, not giving Zatanna a chance to cast any spells. Not that the sex zombie of a woman seems to mind. After all, Harry’s seed is already oozing out of Ivy’s quim… and Zatanna is willing to do ANYTHING to get it, even eat out her greatest enemy, so to speak.
 
As Zatanna begins to eat out Ivy while fisting her cunt and pinching at her nipples, Harry turns away. At this point, it’s only a matter of time before Zatanna is cured. All he has to do is make sure Tea and Kara DON’T interfere. Moving over to the two struggling blonde Argoans, he can’t help but be thankful for their weakness to magic, because if he was just relying on his enhanced strength, Harry wasn’t sure he could have kept them both at bay. One of them? Certainly, but two at once? That would have been more difficult.
 
Luckily, he also has what they want. Kneeling down, Harry imposes his actual hands over the magical constructs holding Kara and Galatea by their throats, gently but firmly gripping down on their necks as he looks them in the eyes.
 
“I know you feel robbed. But not to worry… you’ll get your own taste soon enough. After all, I’m far from tapped out, girls. I have what you want, right here.”
 
His throbbing cock stands at attention between his legs, and the sex crazed zombies zero in on it again, their struggles not quite ceasing, but taking on a different note of sorts. They want his cock; they want it so badly. Well then, Harry will be sure to give it to them. Of course, he can’t have either sneaking away, so his only choice is to fuck them together, in unison.
 
Luckily, his magic allows for some… interesting ways of making that happen. Standing back up, Harry pulls Tea and Kara into the air with him. Then, his hands leave their throats as his magic spins them both about. The two Argoans are used to flying, but not used to it not being under their own power. Floating there helplessly in the grasp of his magic, they quickly find themselves stripped down, their hooker attire shredded just as fast as Kara shredded through his pants.
 
Then, Harry pushes them into a sixty-nine, bringing the twin Argoans together. Due to their floating nature, there isn’t really a top or bottom, so to speak. They’re something of a yin-yang symbol, except rather than black and white, you have small tits and big tits. Kara’s slightly lither, more nubile body, molds with Galatea’s more voluptuous figure, as the two of them find their faces inches from each other’s cunts.
 
Of course, they don’t WANT to eat each other out right now. They want his cock, and they whine and squirm in the grasp of his currently all powerful magic, trying desperately to get to him any way they can. If they keep straining against his magical hold, they’ll drain him dry and not in the way he wants, and ultimately, they’ll break free.
 
That can’t be allowed to happen, of course, so Harry steps in and as Tea and Kara spin end over end in front of him, he reaches out and arrests their momentum by grabbing onto Tea’s thighs with his actual physical hands. This places his cock at Galatea’s quivering pussy lips, as well as inches away from Kara’s face.
 
Eyes widening, Kara leans forward and licks at the tip of his dick as it begins to push into her clone’s sopping wet cunny. Then, she’s licking at his shaft as he thrusts forward and makes Tea cry out in ecstasy. She continues to lick and lap up and down his cock length as he begins pistoning in and out of her more voluptuous clone’s pussy with all his might.
 
It’s the first time Harry has been able to well and truly fuck Galatea. To be fair, his weak human body still seemed capable of bringing her pleasure, back when they were together. But now? Now he’s just as strong as an Argoan, as a Kryptonian. He’s got all of their power, as well as magic to back it up. So of course, he uses it to plow his lover silly for a time.
 
From the way Galatea gushes around his cock and constantly flexes and tightens up along his length, she’s cumming her brains out. Of course, given she’s currently a sex zombie, she’s probably already came most of her brains out over the course of being infected. Still, she and Kara will be cured soon enough. A glance over at Ivy shows that she’s practically almost done with Zatanna. The plant controller has her legs wrapped around the American witch’s head, and while Zatanna is squirming, Ivy’s heavily lidded eyes and wanton moans make it clear that the raven-haired witch is still eating her out quite enthusiastically.
 
As soon as they’re done, Harry will blow another load inside of Ivy and have Tea and Kara share it. They can’t afford to do the blondes one at a time. Zatanna took precedence because magic is fucking dangerous and he and Ivy are currently durable enough to handle the Argoans, but now? He’ll pin Tea and Kara down and let Ivy ooze his seed mixed with her juices out into their mouths for however long it takes.
 
But Ivy isn’t ready for him to creampie her again just yet, and truth be told, neither is Harry. Instead, he puts the ‘wheel’ of Argoan flesh he’s made out of Kara and Tea’s bodies to it’s true use for the first time.
 
Pulling out of Galatea’s quim, he reaches up and pushes down on Kara’s head with his hand. The blonde yelps as she’s suddenly spun out of sight, the nature of his magic holding them in the air meaning that Galatea ‘wheels around’ so to speak, her face appearing before him where Kara’s just was, and Kara’s quim appearing before him where Tea’s just was.
 
It takes the clone a second to realize what’s happened, as he spears his cock forward into Kara’s cunt. Tea is much more of a jealous bitch then her original of course, and his lover cries out at the unfairness of it all, until Harry, with a roll of his eyes, spins the wheel around so that Kara’s cunt is up top, and Tea’s head is below. With a hand on his lover’s hair, he directs Tea back to his balls, forcing her to suck and nuzzle and slurp at them for the time being.
 
“We really do need to have that talk, Tea. I let you run roughshod over me all throughout the beginning of our relationship. Hermione was one thing… Cheetah was fine too. But you started going too far at Bill and Fleur’s wedding, and I realize I should have put my foot down then. Well, you may not be in the right state of mind for this conversation, but you’ll remember this at least… I’m not going to let you walk all over me anymore, Galatea. I love you with all my heart… but you and I have a lot of shit to work out.”
 
Harry knows he’s mostly talking to the air, with Tea too busy sucking his balls to properly hear him, and Kara squealing her enjoyment as his cock pistons in and out of her pussy. Gripping her ass cheeks, he fucks the nubile Argoan with all his heart for several minutes, before spinning the wheel around again. Once more, he fucks Galatea, this time with Kara being the one relegated to ball sucking duty.
 
He doesn’t flip the wheel back over, instead preferring to keep the pussy on top and the head on the bottom, since it gives the girl on the bottom something more to do then just lick at the topside of his shaft the entire time. Kara and Tea are both enthusiastic ball suckers, even as their quims clench and squeeze down on his pistoning prick the entire time without fail.
 
But all good things must come to an end… and a glance over at Ivy shows that she’s watching him and ready for more. Zatanna is passed out on the conjured bed beside her, likely choked into unconsciousness by Ivy’s currently powerful thighs. Still, the mixture of messy sexual fluids on Zatanna’s face makes it clear that stage one of their plan was a success. When the American witch wakes up, she should be cured and back to normal. Thank fuck.
 
Now, all that was left to do was the same to the Argoans. Harry is more than ready to cum, of course, so he pulls out of Tea’s cunt, causing her to mewl and moan, while also dragging his nut sack out of Kara’s mouth and across her face, making HER whimper and whine as well.
 
Holding back his release but also keeping himself right on the edge by stroking his cock with his physical hand, Harry makes his way over to Poison Ivy, his magic bringing his little Argoan wheel along behind him as they twitch and squirm in his mental hold.
 
There are no words exchanged between him and Ivy as Harry sinks down to his knees and then sinks into her. Cumming on the spot, he fills her with a fresh load of his hot, white jizz, pumping into her as her breath hitches and she hisses a little bit. Just like last time, there’s no real connection in this moment for the two of them. It’s all part of the plan, all part of the process. His cum in her cunt equals a cure for the sex zombie virus that they accidentally made together. That’s ALL.
 
Pulling out of Ivy and standing back up, Harry lets out a sigh, for the first time realizing just how weary he is. This has been a long time coming… too long, one might say. They should have done this ages ago, but Ivy had been too afraid to leave the safety of Grimmauld Place, and Harry had been too afraid to risk it all on the Dark Potion.
 
They’d gotten over that fear, but still… he’s beginning to realize, now that they’re at the finish line, just how tired he really, truly is. As he starts to lower his Argoan wheel down towards Ivy’s cunt, fully intending to have Kara and Tea take turns eating the cure out of the plant controlling villainess just as he’d had them take turns getting fucked and sucking his balls, Harry smiles slightly, realizing that he might have used a bit too much energy. He probably wouldn’t have been able to hold Kara and Tea steady for that much longer.
 
No matter. It was all over now anyways, so it wasn’t like he-
 
“WHAT IN HERA’S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!”
 
Harry jolts, his concentration and focus broken as he whips his head around to see numerous women entering the tent. The Birds of Prey he recognizes and doesn’t mind showing up all that much. But with them is a woman that Harry has never met before. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know who she is though. One of the Big Three. One of the founding members of the Justice League. Some call her the strongest woman in the world. He’s even heard she’s apparently a Princess of some island of only women called Themyscira.
 
Diana Prince, aka Wonder Woman, takes one look at the… admittedly strange scene in front of them all, and clenches her hands into fists.
 
“RELEASE THOSE WOMEN IMMEDIATELY!”
 
Harry doesn’t do so, of course. He also hasn’t finished moving Tea and Kara down to Ivy’s cunt. The cure is inches away from Kara’s face right now, with the blonde struggling to get her tongue out to meet the drooling drip of his seed coming from betwixt Ivy’s pussy lips. She can’t quite manage it though, but it’s fine… Harry will get around to bringing them further down in a moment.
 
Call it what you will. Arrogance. Overconfidence. Recklessness. A moment ago, Harry was feeling tired. Now? He’s back to feeling too in control for his own good. Maybe it’s the Dark Potion, influencing his mind. None of the whys or hows matter right now. All that matters is what happens next.
 
Pointedly ignoring Wonder Woman, Harry instead looks to Huntress.
 
“You three managed to get the cures to the girls, right?”
 
Wonder Woman’s sharp intake of breath at being ignored causes Helena to flinch and glance at the more powerful heroine helplessly for a moment before quickly nodding. Harry smiles at that. It really was just the two Argoans left then. Everyone else was cured. Good.
 
Finally turning his attention to Wonder Woman, Harry opens his mouth to explain, to condescend down to the powerful superheroine. He was feeling like a million bucks, after all. He was on top of the world. He was this fucking close to fixing everything. She thought she was going to stop him?
 
Before Harry can get a word out edgewise, Wonder Woman dashes forward. She’s just as fast as Galatea was before, and Harry moves to catch her. However, she’s not aiming for him, she’s aiming for Tea and Kara, and he realizes this half a second too late. Unable to reach her with his physical hands, he instead reaches out to her with his magic, intending to choke slam her into the ground in an instant and make her LISTEN, just as he did with the two Argoans.
 
… Unfortunately, the Princess of Themyscira is not as weak to magic as the blonde aliens who are her counterparts in terms of raw strength. In fact, one might say it’s the exact opposite. Much to Harry’s shock and surprise, Wonder Woman tears right through his suped-up magic like it’s not even there, shattering it with ease and reaching Galatea and Kara just as his magic on them fails as well.
 
Kara’s tongue is stretched out, barely a centimeter away from making contact with the nectar of Harry’s seed mixed with Ivy’s juices, when Wonder Woman grabs both her and Tea and THROWS them across the room, clearly attempting to get the two blondes’ clear. No longer bound in Harry’s magic, they come free of each other, the wheel broken as both Kara and Tea arrest their motion in midair, flying there for a moment in wide eyed stupefaction.
 
Harry imagines he has the same look on his face, as Wonder Woman finishes this entire move with a flourish and rises to her full height with a smug, satisfied look on her face. Her hand goes to the golden lasso on her waist as the beautiful Amazonian Warrior gazes at him imperiously.
 
“Now to deal with yo-gurk!”
 
“BITCH!”
 
“CUNT!”
 
Kara and Tea come in as one, working in unison, displaying phenomenal teamwork as they SLAM into Wonder Woman from both sides, spinning the Princess around. To her credit, Wonder Woman is a warrior and hastily begins to fight back, though she’s also holding back as well, clearly not wanting to harm either of them.
 
“Wait! Girls! I am here to liberate you from this man!”
 
“Shut up! You’re trying to take away our reward!”
 
“We EARNED that cum, d-damn it!”
 
“What is WRONG with you two?!”
 
Ever seen a super-powered catfight? Because Harry has now. That’s what it devolves into, very fast. Galatea and Kara are already naked and fighting like wronged hellcats. In comparison, Wonder Woman’s red white and blue spangled leotard simply doesn’t last long against them. They tear into her, and while they can’t do much beyond bruise and scratch her flesh, they definitely rip her costume to shreds, exposing more and more of her already half-naked muscular and toned body.
 
Harry, meanwhile, is at a loss of what to do. Ivy is still right THERE. She’s still filled with his cum. All they need to do is get Kara and Tea to drink the mixture from her quim and all will be well. The problem is getting the two Argoans under control long enough for that to happen when Wonder Woman was racing around relentlessly. The woman is down to her boots, her bracers, her tiara, and her lasso at this point, but is still fighting back, still trying to defend herself.
 
Maybe if Harry just waits though, the situation will resolve itself. The Birds of Prey are certainly doing so, staying back and watching helplessly as titans far above their weight class have a catfight of epic proportions.
 
If Kara and Galatea can win and knock out Wonder Woman, then Harry can step in and assert dominance once more, getting the two Argoans where they need to be, which is down betwixt Ivy’s thighs. The only thing is, he can’t exactly tell who’s winning. It’s two on one, and both Tea and Kara are very strong, but Wonder Woman is… intense. Not just powerful, but well-trained too. He can tell that she’s the Princess of an island of Warrior Women, for sure.
 
It was honestly kind of hot, watching the three naked women fight each other. So hot, in fact, that Harry was rock hard again. Maybe he should have kept himself under tighter control all things considered, but in his defense, he was rather focused on other matters.
 
Unfortunately, when Wonder Woman notices him watching the fight with a rock hard erection, she gets… angry. Understandably so, maybe, but still, her face becomes furious, and her teeth bared, she snarls and breaks away from Kara and Galatea, driving towards HIM with all her speed.
 
“YOU! This is you’re doing!”
 
Taken aback by the sudden change in target, the two Argoans take a moment to adjust, a moment that Wonder Woman uses to close the distance between her and him. Harry tries to block, tries to catch her, but her own magic seems to interact somewhat oddly with the magical enhancement of the Dark Potion. Or maybe the massive collection of potions he and Ivy consumed ahead of their Dark Potions is finally wearing off.
 
After all, the Dark Potion is only as effective as its imbiber’s inner store of magic.
 
And so, though Harry blocks Wonder Woman’s first hit, he doesn’t see the second one coming until it lands across his temple and knocks him right the fuck out. The last thing he hears, as the lights go out and darkness fills his vision, is the scream of his lover, sounding saner than he’s heard her in… far too long.
 
“NO! Kara, get him out of here! I’ll hold the bitch off!”
 
The last thing he feels, before the darkness takes him, is someone picking him up and flying away faster than the speed of sound, fast enough that it would likely have killed him if not for his current enhancements. Heh, lucky, that…
 
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Harry wakes up to liquid being flung into his face. At first, he assumes its water, but when he blinks past the liquid and opens his eyes, its to find a familiar, sopping wet pussy staring back down at him, clenching and unclenching around nothing at all, having just gotten done with a squirting orgasm that was expelled all over his face.
 
They’re in a barn, Harry blearily realizes, even as he belatedly feels the mouth around his cock. As Kara bobs up and down on his dick, Harry groans, placing a hand against his temple. FUCK his head was killing him. Wonder Woman’s punches were no joke. She’d laid him out flat in a single fucking blow, and that was WITH the Dark Potion he’d imbibed.
 
It hits him then, how boned they are. He’s here in this barn, with Kara currently engaging him in a sixty-nine, swallowing his cock to the best of her abilities and choking it down again and again.
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
Meanwhile, he doesn’t know WHERE the fuck Ivy is… or if she’s even still alive. This was precisely the situation he had wanted to avoid, with them separated and still under the effects of the Dark Potion. It probably hadn’t been a whole day yet, and it was only one year per day… but that added up quick. A decade for ten days, three decades for a month…
 
Pulling off his cock with a pop, Kara looks back over her shoulder at him, a frenzied sort of smile on her lips.
 
“D-Don’t worry, Harry. Galatea will get to us soon. She knows where I would take you. We’re… we’re safe. Just lay back and relax. Let me do ALL the work.”
 
She sounds almost sane, but you know, also not. Going back to throating his cock with all her heart, clearly trying to get a fresh load of cum in her belly before her clone shows up, Harry groans again. There was a time where he’d wanted nothing more than for the two Argoans to work together and get along, rather than being at each other’s throats.
 
Watching the two of them fight Wonder Woman had been… awe-inspiring. Everything he could have hoped for, really. They made a great team. Unfortunately, that team-up was specifically because the two had been turned into sex crazed zombies who were obsessed with fucking him into oblivion. So, he’d gotten what he wanted, but also now had to contend with a potential death by Snu-Snu.
 
Well, you know what they say. Be careful what you wish for.

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