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Togetherness At The Fortress of Solitude 5
🕑 Added 2023-07-31 16:59:00 +0000 UTCThe Fortress of Solitude’s AI was no dumb computer. It realized the implications of its master allowing Harley Quinn inside rather than letting her to freeze to death. So when another woman showed up, more properly attired but no less ill-suited to long-term exposure to the local environment, it knew what Kal-El would want done… were he not sequestered under a privacy lock, to be breached by nothing less than a Class 3 Emergency.
This, the AI knew, it could handle on its own.
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Ivy had mixed feelings about going to get Harley from wherever she’d teleported to. On the one hand, Harley was immature enough without Ivy fully becoming her babysitter. On the other hand—she wanted Harley. She wanted to make love to her again. To let Harley know all the things that couldn’t be said.
And to fuck her in the ass. She hadn’t done that in a long time. Ivy wondered if Harley’s ass had gone back to being as tight as it once had been.
She expected it to be cold, but was surprised to find an empty, desolate landscape of sheer blasted chill all around her. The only exception was the thing looming in front of her. Hidden under a flurrying blizzard, she couldn’t make out its true form, only get an impression of a glacier someone had managed to chisel into an impressive work of art.
It still incensed her, that kind of disrespect for the natural world, even if someone had only molested ice instead of any actual life.
There was an open door letting light out into the dimly blinkered Arctic day. Ivy let herself in without a second thought. She had no compunctions about going where she didn’t belong, any more than mold would gainsay growing between shower tiles.
The Fortress was a wonder to behold, but what really struck Ivy was the unmistakable sound of sex echoing through its environs. She thought of leaving, if only because whoever owned a place like this had to be rather powerful and might not look favorably on being interrupted when they were having so much (extremely vocal) fun.
Then she realized some of that fun sounded exactly like the fun Harley had with her.
Ivy went deeper into the Fortress, tiptoeing until she came to a corner that finally opened up on the source of all the noise. She peeked around it. She froze.
There was Harley on the bed, raising and lowering herself over Superman’s swollen prick. And there was Wonder Woman, lying beside them, enjoying what they were doing as much as they were. She fingered her own cunt as though she would like to do the same to Harley’s.
Ivy bit her tongue. It was amazing how sexy she, and others who should know better, found Harley. The woman really seemed to be able to seduce anybody, even though she barely had the sensitivity God would give an eel.
Seething as she watched, her passionate anger irrational and directed every which way, Ivy began to undress. She didn’t want to sort through her feelings. She just wanted what Harley had gotten. She knew she was more of a temptress than Harley could ever be. If anyone deserved to be shared by the two most attractive superheroes on the planet, it ought to be her.
She looked at Diana’s hand caressing Harley’s ass. That just wasn’t fair. Not only Superman, but Wonder Woman! It just wasn’t fair!
Stripped, she went in to join them, as bold in her nudity as ever. Still, no one paid any attention to her until she ran her hands over Harley’s silken hips.
“Red!” Harley gasped, her chin dropping open. “How—what—when?”
“Enough questions,” Ivy answered her. “The important thing is that I’m here. And if you’re going to give it away to everyone from the Last Son of Krypton to the Princess of Power, then I’m getting some!”
Harley’s surprised look melted into affection. “Ahh, Red!” Her ass kept bobbing up and down in Superman’s lap. “You come in on an orgy like this and you still want me? Talk about loyalty! I want you too, baby! Put it in my ass!”
Ivy rolled her eyes. She had to admit, that was one point in Harley’s favor. She wanted exactly what Ivy wanted to do to her.
She knelt on the bed, shoving Harley forward so that she was bent over Kal’s chest. The man held Harley steady, looking over her bowed back at Ivy in concern over what she had in mind.
Ivy ran her hands lustfully over Harley’s ass, into the crack between her pert buttocks. She wetted her fingers where Harley’s splayed pussy accepted Kal’s manhood, leaking lubricant all over it. When her fingers brushed against that enormous cock, a strong pulse of arousal went through the lust Ivy was already feeling.
She realized how turned on she was by the addition of Kal and Diana to Harley’s usual sensuality. Ivy was even more turned on by the thought of what she was about to do.
She made one of the tendrils that tattooed her green skin wrap around her hips, growing into a thick, bulging branch at her groin with an unmistakably phallic heft. Ivy moistened it with her fingers before bringing its tip to the puckered hole of Harley’s ass.
“Geez!” Harley wailed in sudden surprise. “Don’t you see everything Supes has got crammed into me? All that and you’re really going to put this in too?”
“Uh-huh,” Ivy said, her voice thick with lust. “I’m giving that sweet hole of yours all the fucking it deserves—just like the Boy Scout is.”
Kal and Diana watched with shocked curiosity as Ivy pressed herself into Harley’s anus—mounting pressure forcing her way in. Harley’s face screwed up while her resistance ebbed. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her lips ducked and formed mushy words. She looked funny as hell when Ivy broke through, her unconventional strap-on going straight into Harley’s bowels.
“AIEEEEE!” Harley howled. But it didn’t hurt. Not really. Not with pain she didn’t like.
And the pleasure… Kal’s prick was still buried firmly in her cunt, an unyielding obelisk, echoing all the throbbing delight that shockwaved out of her impaled asshole. She felt so awesomely full!
Slowly, experimentally, Harley wiggled her way out of her fraught stillness. She felt Ivy’s hard cock, so big it seemed to skewer her anus all over again. At the same time, Kal’s pulsing arousal massaged her sex. It had to be the most debauched thing she’d ever done in her life; she loved every second of it.
Kal was amazed by the blonde’s lustful response to being sandwiched between two cocks, while Ivy had expected as much. Somehow, Harley’s two lovers managed to move together in lascivious rhythm, filling Harley’s cunt and ass with stiff pleasure.
“Oooohh!” Harley cried. “Yeah, do it to me, babies! Fill me up! Jee-zuz, I’ve never felt so full!”
Diana let out a sigh of relief, now sure Harley wasn’t being hurt. And without her concern, she was intensely titillated by what Harley was going through. She reached two fingers up inside her cunt and rubbed herself, watching Harley getting fucked twice over. In her ass and in her pussy.
She grew jealous of Harley. Diana would’ve loved to be skewered in both holes at once. But she contented herself to wait. Spoiled rotten Harley didn’t have the stamina or the wherewithal to take this for long. Soon, it would be her turn… in the meantime, she would be happy for her friend.
“You look good, Harley… very good…” Diana sighed as her fingers flew hotly in and out of her sex.
“Yeah, it feels good!” Harley yowled. “Yeah, fuck me! Fuck my tight little ass while it’s still tight!”
The orgiastic foursome did just as she asked, panting and moaning loud enough to fill the Fortress with their noise. Ivy and Kal rammed themselves in and out of Harley’s welcoming holes. Their passion grew all the more unabashed the more Harley seemed to enjoy being double-teamed this way.
It especially tantalized Clark to feel the presence of another intruder inside of Harley, on the other side of the thin membrane that separated one of Harley’s pleasures from the other.
Diana’s fingers worked energetically at her own cunt until what her body felt caught up with what her eyes were seeing. “Loving Aphrodite, let my satisfaction honor you!” she sobbed, holding her fingers hard onto her clitoris as it sung with pleasure.
It wasn’t long before others joined Diana in her tribute.
“Geez, geez, Aphroditey, hope ya got room for one mo’!” Harley wailed, eyes crossing as she yielded to both the ecstasies assaulting her.
“Think I’ve made—just enough space—in that tiny cunt!” Clark roared with orgasm, filling Harley’s pussy with it, and his climax triggered Ivy.
“Shit, I’m com-i-n-g!” Ivy gritted out, teeth clenched as she focused on making her floral strap-on transmit her delight appropriately.
Harley’s eyes widened as she felt the dildo burst in her bowels with a kind of sap. She was filled to overflowing in both holes at once. Harley had never been so stuffed in all her life! She was full of both pleasure and a flood of fluids.
It took a while for the four of them to catch their breath after the intensity of not only their own orgasms, but three others. Then they began to consider the situation they had found themselves in. As they looked from one potential lover to another, possibilities occurred to all four of them… and each liked at least one prospect.
