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The hand was big and powerful, yet subtle in its touch, delicate and sensitive. It roved over Harley’s costumed body and she automatically preened into the contact—yielding when it wanted to feel her and arching her back, trying to feed herself to its grip whenever its touch even slightly shied away from her.

Finally, Kory’s hand was down at Harley’s crotch. It pinched a tiny amount of give in the fabric—then ripped it away entirely. Harley gasped, hands instinctively going down to cover her exposed sex. Then she colored, even through her greasepaint, and moved her hands away.

“No panties,” Kory said. “Do you sense me trying to contain any surprise?”

The alien girl was lovely-lovely-lovely. Tall as a man, but entirely feminine in all her superlative frame. Her thighs were thick and her chest ample, but there was plenty of trimness to be found in her hourglass figure, almost all of it exposed by her bikini-like costume, which extended in broad swathes from her neckpiece to her pantied hips. Covering her breasts, her crotch, her ass, but leaving exposed her long legs, her beautiful face, her toned arms, and more than enough of her succulent, expansive cleavage to make looking at her totally irresistible.

“Ain’t we a pair!” Harley observed. “I’ve got everything covered but my vajayjay and all you’re covering is… well, that don’t sound right, because you might not be covering a lot, but there’s a lot you’re covering!”

“Focus, Dr. Quinzel,” Kory said, serious despite her lilting accent and lips that seemed to deliciously form each word. “Do you recall having a run-in with one Nightwing?”

“Yeah, I seem to recall we bumped into each other once…” Harley more than recalled bumping uglies with him. She also recalled that, at the moment, Nightwing and Starfire were an item. They even had a couple name: Nightfire. It seemed very appropriate, considering how good the sex had been. And that had been with just her and Dick! Imagine if Kory had…

Harley bit her lip. She thought she’d found the reason why Kory had busted through her wall, grabbed her by the cap and bells, and brought her here.

Kory crossed her arms. Harley nearly whimpered at having that big chest covered up even more. “I’m not upset that you made advances on him. Or that he chose to allow you to take advantage of him. He could’ve stopped you if he’d wanted to, but clearly he’d decided that pacifying you to resolve the crisis was more important than earthly expectations of fidelity.”

“Earthly?” Harley asked.

“Of course. On Tamaran, sex outside of pairings is allowed, even encouraged. How else would someone learn how to better satisfy their mate?”

“Ha ha! Yeah! Exactly!” Harley nodded. “So I guess we don’t have a—”

“Dick is an exceptional lover,” Kory said, in a tone that indicated they very much had a problem. “There’s a reason I find it agreeable to abide by Terran monogamy. It’s because when Dick fucks a woman, they tend to end up addicted to his cock. Which makes me wonder why you’re out hosting a talk show instead of foaming at the mouth for more of what his prick can do to you.”

Harley laughed nervously. She and Red and Mistah J had had some weird relationship drama, but she’d never been railed against for not coming hard enough when she got railed.

“Well, more for you, I guess!” she reasoned.

She tried to slip past Kory to the door. All Kory had to do was toss her hair and Harley was blocked.

“I asked Dick about it,” Kory continued. “No offense, but he seems a more reliable source than you. And he mentioned the way you’d had sex. Bondage style. Handcuffed to a headboard. You actually on top!” Kory laughed derisively.

Harley forced a laugh alongside hers. “It wasn’t that funny. Y’know, you’d be surprised how often I top from the bottom with Red! I tell her not to shove a tentacle up my ass and she shoves a tentacle up my ass, which is what I really wanted her to do—”

“You’re so submissive, you’re blinking ‘step on me’ in Morse code.”

“I am?” Harley asked. “I thought I just had something in my eye…”

“So we’re doing this again,” Kory announced. “Dick is going to fuck you. And this time, you are going to bottom for him. And after he’s made you come your tiny blonde brains out, you’re going to know exactly what you’re missing out on because my lover is your one night stand.”

“Hey now, you can’t just ravish me—”

“I absolutely can,” Kory interrupted. “Because you’ll consent to anything. You’d spread for a banana.”

“Not a brown one!” Harley objected. “Wait, is that racist? Why am I asking you, it’s not like you’re black…”

Kory moved with a kind of gentle strength, ushering Harley to the ground. She didn’t overwhelm Harley’s resistance because Harley didn’t put up any resistance. Kory was so plying, so soft, that Harley wanted to go wherever Kory put her. They ended up with Harley on her back and Kory kneeling at her head, holding her arms outstretched upwards so that Harley could only move her legs—her hands were pinned down.

“Dick? Would you come out here please?” Kory called. “Harley’s ready to get reacquainted.”

Harley would’ve disputed that, but being in any sort of proximity to Starfire had her wet as a sink with the tap on and the hole in her costume provided incontrovertible proof of that.

Dick came out. He was all business. He’d already taken his cock out; Harley guessed whatever labyrinthine process the Bats went through to go to the bathroom in those suits was not for mortal eyes.

That was all for her inner monologue for a while. Her vision was glued to Dick’s big dick. It looked like the trunk of an elephant to her crazed mind, rising up over his belly, the head of it above his navel, and a string of precum hanging down from the tip. It twitched when Harley looked at it and it suddenly hit her that it was no dildo, no sex toy, it was a living thing and she was about to have it inside her.

Harley wondered how she’d managed it the first time.

“Oh,” Kory said softly, as though just now noticing Harley’s widened eyes. “Did I forget to mention that before your little date with Dick, I blew him? Left him with barely anything. Once I get started with a big cock like that, it’s hard to stop isn’t it? Us girls just want more and more and more.” She bent low to kiss Harley’s forehead. “I haven’t had sex with him for two weeks, which has been a hardship for all of us. Donna is practically asleep on her feet. But, by the by, that’s why he agreed to this. He was willing to let you get away with treating him like a mediocre fuck. But no one is going to think that Princess Koriand’r settled for anything but the very best.”

Harley’s eyes were still wide with shock. She kept thinking of that bout with Nightwing and how good it really had been and how her cunt pulsed now with the sensuality of being held down by Kory and what it would do to her when that big prick dove inside her slot… there was no getting used to the idea.

She panted for breath, a kind of terror in her rictus smile. A pussy-tamer like that would break her, easily. No independence, no being her own woman. She’d go right back to being a cock holster, just like she had been for Mistah J, only he’d been enough of a jerk to bring her back to her senses and drive her off. Dick, though, he was nice. Sweet. He’d take good care of her. Except when he was fucking the hell out of her.

Kory saw all that flutter over Harley’s expressive face. For just a moment, she wanted to soften, to let Harley out of being the cum dumpster she was about to become. But it was what was best for Harley. Already, Barbara had caught her Googling high explosives, sizzurp, and nipple clamps. Best to head that off at the pass.

Besides, now that he’d gotten a good look at Harley, Dick was as determined to fuck her as Harley was to get fucked. He really did have a streak of dominance in him; it took an entire princess to stand up to him. Harley was just a court jester. There was no stopping him for her.

“Relax,” Kory cooed, comforting the shuddering woman. “All you really care about is feeling good. And as frightened as you are by that cock—we both know how good it’s going to feel.” She lowered her lips down to whisper in Harley’s ear. “And how sweet that pussy of yours will be once he’s filled it with his seed.”