Togetherness At The Fortress of Solitude 3 (Patreon)

There was Diana on the bed, her arms and legs stretched to the sides, making her body into a big X. Her own lasso wrapped around her ankles and wrists, tying them to the bedposts. And on top of her was Kal, pumping up and down bestially.

His bloated balls slapped against the inside of her thighs, throbbing down the curve of her ass as he ground his prick into her sex. The room filled with the smacks of his body coming down on hers.

“Faster, you bitch! Make it hurt!” Diana screamed, her face riven with agonized passion. “Ram it into me! Fuck my pussy wide open!”

Harley was mesmerized by the Amazon’s expression. She was really enjoying being tied up like that. More than that, she was asking for it, demanding it. Her wrists and ankles were white where they strained against her bonds, but the lasso held and the crystalline bed was at least tough enough to take the pressure she was putting on it.

“I’ll give you what you want,” Kal growled, lustful as any man, though his vehemence couldn’t match Diana’s passion. “Uh-huh, everything you want… take it all! Yeah, you love it, don’t you?”

“I’d better love it!” Diana grunted, thrusting her hips upward so hard she seemed to be trying to throw Kal clear of her quaking body. “You make me love it, Kal! Bite me! Cock me! Yes, just like that, show me how much you want me! Show me you’re man enough for a goddess’s body!”

It would’ve come off like ego on anyone else, but with Diana, it seemed like simple honesty.

Harley realized they were way out of her league. She couldn’t even get Ivy to tie her up and hentai her—Red thought that must be some lingering love of abuse from her days with the Joker. But Diana… oh, she clearly had no reservations about what she enjoyed.

And if she didn’t get completely satisfied, she would damn well let Kal know it. Just as she was letting him know now how good a job he was doing.

Then there were those ropes… Harley supposed that if Diana really exerted herself, she’d be able to break free. But what if she couldn’t? That was the whole idea, of course, but imagine Wonder Woman—the most powerful heroine in the world—letting a man do whatever he wanted to her.

Of course, it was Superman. Superman would never really hurt anyone. But the idea still enthralled Harley. It was like she was watching a willing rape: with a woman who’d allow anything and a man who could be trusted never to do anything his lover didn’t want.

“Oh, you lucky demigod,” Harley murmured, feeling her cunt tighten. It was the perfect sex, the kind of sex Diana would have, being ravaged exactly as much as she wanted.

And the worst part was that Diana deserved it. She’d saved the world countless times. Why shouldn’t she have the perfect man giving her the perfect fuck too?

Harley’s eyes went to where they were joined, prick in pussy, Kal’s engorged balls crashing against Diana’s toned thighs. It was an afterthought, a side effect of their fuck, when Harley would’ve given anything to feel Diana’s luscious legs for even a moment the way Kal got to touch her every time he thrust inside her body.

“I think she wants to take the deal,” Diana whispered to Kal, her eyes on Harley. “Even if you don’t want to give it to her.”

Kal looked over his shoulder, but obviously didn’t stop fucking Diana. Harley wouldn’t either.

The Amazon pumped upward with her loins, cajoling Kal into fixing all his attention on her, ignoring Harley. But maybe going a little quicker, a little harder, as though showing off for her. Or taunting her with the party she couldn’t attend.

Harley felt her cunt beginning to throb like it had had before. It was like a small hand was inside her, delicate fingers massaging her inner walls, filling them with delicious paroxysms that were impossible to resist.

“AHHHH!” Diana cried, thrashing about as if every stroke Kal gave her was setting off a detonation deep inside her body. “Fuck! Kal! You’re so deep inside! You can’t know how good it feels having you so deep…!”

Harley squeezed her thighs together, trying to prevent future sensations, but they only grew more intense. She was dangerously close to coming; Kal and Diana were about to make her come and they weren’t even paying attention to her.

“Ohh, Kal, it’s so wonderful!” Diana groaned, her body trembling in a way that had nothing to do with how he continued pistoning into her, shaking the bed with their passion. “Put it in me hard! Give me as much as you can! I’m almost there!”

Harley’s knees weakened as she kept watching Diana’s sex take volley after volley of thrusts from Kal’s enormous prick. Slowly she floated down to the floor, where she stuck her hand down her shorts. She rubbed between her thighs—happily crooning as she joined in on the sexual pleasure the two metahumans were so ardently enjoying.

“MMMM!” Harley whimpered, feeling her tight panties cut into her hand, basically force it against her slit as she touched herself.

She shucked down her panties and her shorts. She didn’t need the pressure of her constricting underwear to keep her hand at her slot. She stabbed her fingers far inside herself, trying to get as deep as Diana was receiving Kal’s rutting.

At the same time, her feet kicked at the floor and her other hand pulled her across its sleek surface, trying to get to the bed even as she continued fondling herself. She’d never seen anything like what Kal and Diana had, even after the hundreds of times she’d fucked: men, women, and whatever it was that Ivy’s plants were after the redhead was done with them.

Kal and Diana were a perfect match, down to their sex organs: her pussy stretched wide, still locked firmly around Kal’s horse cock. Harley’s cunt felt a little pained itself, seeing how well-fucked Diana was.

She worked her way up to the bed until her head was alongside their feet, Kal’s legs twined with Diana’s. She looked between them and felt the sight burning itself into her mind for all eternity. The coarse black hairs of Kal’s loins grated against Diana’s clear, creamy skin. And his thick, full erection ground in and out of Diana’s pussy, covered in the froth of her copious arousal. His balls were enormous, engorged and pulsating, running up the crack of Diana’s ass while he rammed into her again and again.

Then Kal froze, holding his massive erection deep inside Diana while it seethed and fumed even bigger. Harley gasped, realizing he was about to come. That she was about to see Diana get pumped full of semen.

“Here it comes, lover,” Kal groaned, hilting himself in Diana with a violent clash of their bodies, and then another. Fucking her with the full force of his arousal as it teetered on the brink of eruption. “Here’s my hot load!”

“Yes, let me have it, you fucking bull!” Diana huffed back at him. “Give me a gallon of that fucking cum! Don’t you dare keep any in your balls! I know how good it was to fuck me!”

Harley stared with bated breath, even more excited by how Diana was clearly relishing that she was about to have all of Superman’s cum jammed inside her. She knew her frail sanity wouldn’t be able to take the sight. She’d go crazy again and no one would blame her. This was no time to be normal.

Kal’s endowment seemed to crackle with power as it blew, thrumming like a fire hose with all the steaming cum that flew through it. In a single instant, Diana’s cunt was full to overflowing, wet cum like melted candle wax falling from her stuffed slot.

“Give her that cum!” Harley gasped, her eyes wild. As she watched Kal pump his way through his orgasm, she jammed her fingers crazily into her own pussy, feeling her own ecstasy mount. “Yeah! Yeah! Make her take it all! Nothing a girl loves more than knowing she’s her man’s cum dumpster.”

Her hushed words became a shrill cry as, between her own fevered whisperings and the continued witnessing of Kal and Diana’s sex, she was brought to her own climax. Electric jolts of raw delight sunk deep into her womanhood, trying to replicate how deeply Diana had been penetrated, and her head dropped to the bed, mouth open, tongue lolling out. As the miasma of Kal and Diana’s mingled fluids danced along her senses, she wondered what it would be like to taste what she’d already had an eyeful of.

Harley suddenly remembered how Diana had spoken earlier of eating pussy while she fucked. Surely, Wonder Woman wouldn’t mind the reverse. And if she’d taken a cock as big as Superman’s, surely she’d be up for anything in that well-opened cunt…

Like a cartoon character pulled along by the scent of something delicious, Harley writhed her way between Clark and Kal’s legs. The smell of cum and excited pussy was so fragrant that it made her nostrils burn, like she’d just snorted something… invigorating.

“Take it, baby,” Kal groaned, body rattling as his clenching muscles forced the last of his cum into Diana’s receptive, overfull sheath. “It’s all for you… every last drop…”

While he petered out the last of his thrusts, gorging his spent erection as deep in Diana’s pussy as she could take, Harley kissed his muscular ass. She felt his surprised flinch at being touched so unexpectedly.

“I guess you decided to be seduced after all,” Kal said laconically, looking over his shoulder at her.