"Harley's Halloween" - Part 2 of 3 (Gotham City Sirens)
Title: "Harley's Halloween", Part 2 of 3
Author: erimthar
Fandom: Gotham City Sirens (DC Comics)
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex and language
Word count: 2,064 for part 2
Pairing: Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy/Catwoman
Warnings: Will include explicit f/f/f sex, threesome, consensual bondage.
Notes: Set during the events of Gotham City Sirens #5. Spoilers up to that point. Part One of the story is here.
Terra gave them a lift to the luxury penthouse of the Lombard, which Selina was renting by the week, at mind-numbing cost. But, it was the perfect location for the interlude they had planned for the evening. Ivy loved the small flower garden and row of ornamental trees out on the patio, even if she did refuse to swim in the chlorinated pool.
Harley had called dibs on the shower, and was currently in it, singing “All You Need Is Love” loudly and off-key, and inventing half the lyrics on the spot. Out in the bedroom, Selina and Ivy stared at each other across a bed big enough for a croquet match.
“Thanks for helping Harlean out there,” Ivy said hesitantly. “Fine job I did of protecting her. Maybe you should be her girlfriend.”
“Don’t go getting macho on me,” Selina said, pulling off her bat-cowl and shaking out her mop of shaggy black hair. “You’re too pretty for it. You know how it goes. Nine times out of ten, your powers would be more useful than my skills in a situation like that. Even so, we would’ve been dead if Terra and Power Girl hadn’t stepped in.”
“If only there had been some trees closer by,” Ivy mused bitterly. “I hate that stupid plaza. Acres of filthy stone and not so much as a flowerpot anywhere.”
“Well, Terra uses stone the way you use plants. Maybe you and she should start a partnership.”
Ivy scoffed. “As if I need Power Girl on my case, too. Funny thing, though... I borrowed your electronic bug-sweeper thingy and used it on Harley while she was getting undressed for the shower.”
“Did you find the GPS bug?”
“No, I didn’t. There isn’t one. The Joker was lying. Those balloons were probably radio-controlled or something. The two of you probably could have escaped from them by getting out of sight of the person running them.”
“That’s odd,” Selina mused. “Why would the Joker lie about something like that?”
“No idea. Because he’s an asshole.” Ivy sighed and closed her eyes, as if trying to center herself. “Now, about the agenda for tonight. Are you still interested?”
“I am. To tell the truth, I think you’re kind of a turn-on when you’re upset. I think you turn a deeper green, and you give off a nice scent. Sexy-spicy.”
“That’s true,” Ivy smirked, “but it’s not being upset that makes me that way. It’s being horny.”
“Hmmm,” purred Catwoman. “I think we’d better get ready to seduce that silly little clown when she comes flouncing out of that bathroom.”
“I don’t think she’s going to need much seducing,” Ivy said.
The two women watched each other strip with considerable interest. Selina slithered gracefully out of her Batgirl suit, sighing with pleasure at the cool air against her body. “You’re not into underwear, I see,” she observed as Ivy’s shorts and top hit the carpet. “And you really are green all over.”
“Inside and out,” Ivy assented. “And I have to say, your original skin looks just as lovely as your second one. Creamy white rather than glossy black.” She ogled Selina from head to toe. “I think I’m going to enjoy this.”
“Yes, you are,” Selina said. “But remember, it’s Harley we have to impress with our girlness.”
“I have to give you something,” Ivy said, and rummaged through the hemp bag that contained what little she carried with her. She pulled out a small bottle filled with a yellow liquid.
“This is a temporary antidote to my bio-toxins,” she explained. “It’s an extra-strong dose, and will keep you safe for between a day and two days. I wouldn’t chance it after the first day, though.”
“And without it...”
“Without it, if you kissed me... on either one of my mouths... you’d burn through all nine of your lives in about ten seconds, and die.”
Selina considered that. “Glad I’ve never gotten drunk and impetuous around you.” She opened the bottle and drank it down. It tasted slightly fruity, and felt warm going down, like brandy. “What now?”
“We wait about one minute, and then test it.”
Sixty seconds later, Ivy walked over, put her hand under Selina’s chin and tilted her head up. Selina closed her eyes, basking in the green woman’s spicy sent as their lips met. Ivy’s tongue slid into her mouth for a deep, lingering kiss.
Selina didn’t feel like opening her eyes right away after Ivy’s lips parted from hers. “Did that sting at all?” Ivy asked her. “Any nausea?”
“Mmmm. You sure know how to spoil a mood.”
“You’re fine,” Ivy said. “I just heard the shower turn off. Care to join me in bed to welcome our little playmate?”
Ivy draped herself sensuously across the pillows, while Selina assumed her sexiest cat-pose: squatting on her heels, knees apart, arms straight down so her hands rested on the sheets between her feet.
Harley came bopping out of the shower wrapped in a big, fluffy pink towel, her blonde hair hanging wet around her shoulders. The sight of the two naked women in the bed caused her to stop in her tracks, her happy whistling dying in mid-chorus.
She gazed mutely at Ivy, then at Selina.
“Pretty Kitty,” she said softly, feasting her eyes. “Is... is this for me?”
“We’ve had a rough couple of days,” Ivy said. “Selina and I figured you might like to play a little.”
“Would I?” she whooped. “You two are the best!”
With a nasty snarl of delight and a shocking burst of speed, Harley dropped her towel to the ground and leaped at the bed. Selina let out an eep of shock and toppled over as a blonde blur barrelled right past her. She lay there entagled in Harley’s bare, squirming legs as the latter smothered a startled Poison Ivy with kisses.
Within a few minutes, things had righted themselves quite nicely, as the three women knelt on the bed in a pretty row. Ivy had staked out her claim to Harley’s front, kissing and licking and biting her all over her face and neck and shoulders and breasts.
Behind her, Selina had acquiesced to Harley’s request to pretty-please put those razor-sharp, stainless steel cat-claws onto the tips of her fingers, and tease her with them. Catwoman gently, slowly, sensuously raked her claws up and down and all over Harley’s bare back, leaving little white streaks behind, but careful not to break the skin. Every so often, without warning, she would let a single claw trail all the way down Harley’s spine, from the nape of her neck to the tip of her tailbone, eliciting a long, shivery wail of pleasure from the beautiful blonde.
Selina playfully bit Harley’s shoulder, then kissed up the side of her neck to nibble on her earlobe.
“Kitty,” Harley gasped. “Put one of your claws inside me.”
“Hmmm? I don’t know, sweetie. They’re awfully sharp.”
“I trust you. Please? It’s so exciting to think about.”
“Then promise to hold still, okay?”
Selina let her claw trace down the line of Harley’s spine, then continue on down the crack of her bottom, and underneath, and around. Harley helpfully reached down and held herself open while Selina very carefully inserted a claw-tipped index finger.
Harley gasped. “It’s cold!” She shuddered with pleasure as Selina’s long finger slid all the way inside her.
“Careful,” Selina whispered in her ear. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Say that again, Selina,” Harley whimpered.
“Say what?”
“What you just said.”
“I don’t want to hurt you?”
Harley spasmed as she spoke those words, grabbing and releasing Selina’s finger with her soft, smooth insides.
“Keep saying it. Over and over.” Harley sounded like she was about to cry.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Harley. I want this to be good for you. I don’t want to hurt you...”
Selina felt a wet and wiggly tongue against the knuckles of her busy hand. Ivy had made her way down Harley’s belly and was licking her vulva.
Seconds later, Harley came with all her might. She grunted through her clenched teeth as her inner muscles spasmed again and again around Selina’s finger. When it was over, she slumped back against her, eyes closed in utter bliss.
“Mmmmm,” she said. “Mmmmmmmmm.”
“What was that don’t want to hurt you stuff all about?” Selina asked through the damp curtain of blonde hair draped over her face.
“Oh, I have issues,” Harley sighed dreamily. “You know. Psychopath stuff.”
“I see.”
“Hey, Kitty,” she murmured in Selina’s ear. “I know you cats like to eat meat, but you know how important it is to eat your veggies, right?”
“What?”
Harley extricated herself from Selina and did a sudden backwards somersault off the bed. Coming up on her feet, she wandered over to where their bags were sitting. She rummaged around until she found what she wanted.
She pulled the jester’s hood from her Harley Quinn costume over her head, tucking her hair into the two protruding horns and adjusting the mask over her eyes, then fastening the strap under her chin. Bells tinkled merrily. Walking over to Selina, she slipped the Catwoman cowl over her head and fastened it, then strapped Selina’s oversized night-vision glasses onto her face.
“It’s Halloween,” Harley explained. “Dressing up is important. We wouldn’t want to waste the holiday. Now... care to join me for salad?” She looked meaningfully over to where Ivy was lying.
Poison Ivy looked back and forth between the two masked women as it slowly dawned on her what was coming. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding,” she protested. “I’ve never... I can’t...”
But the other two women had already started their tandem pounce.
Moments later, a silent Ivy was gazing helplessly, blearily down the length of her own body. One shapely green leg was draped over Harley’s right shoulder, the other was draped over Catwoman’s left. If she really tried, she could distinguish the familiar sensation of Harley’s eager, impatient tongue from Selina’s slow, sensuous kitty-licking. But they were kissing each other as much as they were licking her, and at times it just blended into a deep haze of almost hallucinogenic pleasure.
She’d never been shared like this before, by two lovers at once between her legs, and the pressure in her loins quickly became unbearable. She held out for almost a full thirty seconds before she lost it, hard.
Some time later, when she was finally able to blink the tears from her eyes, the sight of two grinning, masked, wet faces greeted her. She realized that her thighs were soaked, as were the sheets between them.
“Trick or treat, Red,” Harley sang gaily, and made a show of licking Ivy’s sap off her lips and chin.
“Ooooh,” moaned Ivy. “Sweet green goddess. That wasn’t fair. You two are going to pay for that. As... as soon as I can sit up, I’m going to make you both suffer.”
“Take your time,” purred Selina. “I’m enjoying this.”
After a few moments, Ivy groggily stood up and headed over toward the sliding doors that led out to the patio. “I’m going to go visit the shrubbery and get some air,” she said. “When I come back, I’m going to deal with you two as you deserve.”
Selina shivered at the chilly October breeze coming through the doors, which Ivy had left open.
“Just you and me now, Kitty,” Harley said, snuggling up to Selina happily. “Mmm. This cold air is good for your nipples.”
“Are you having fun, Harl?” Selina murmured.
“Even more than usual, yeah. I always wondered what it would be like to be all naked and cuddly in bed with you, ya know. Making you purr. Making you meow.”
Selina laughed. “Enough with the cat references, already.”
“I’m back,” Ivy said from the doorway. “And I’ve brought friends.”
Slithering along the ground behind her was a good sampling of vines and creepers that she had conjured up among the trees, shrubs and flowers in the garden area on the patio. They followed her across the room like a cleaner and more high-fiber version of the Pied Piper’s rats.
“Catwoman,” she ordered. “Lie down on the bed, on your back. Harley, lie down on top of her, also on your back. Make yourselves comfortable. You’re going to be here for a while.”
Concluded in Part Three
Author: erimthar
Fandom: Gotham City Sirens (DC Comics)
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex and language
Word count: 2,064 for part 2
Pairing: Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy/Catwoman
Warnings: Will include explicit f/f/f sex, threesome, consensual bondage.
Notes: Set during the events of Gotham City Sirens #5. Spoilers up to that point. Part One of the story is here.
Terra gave them a lift to the luxury penthouse of the Lombard, which Selina was renting by the week, at mind-numbing cost. But, it was the perfect location for the interlude they had planned for the evening. Ivy loved the small flower garden and row of ornamental trees out on the patio, even if she did refuse to swim in the chlorinated pool.
Harley had called dibs on the shower, and was currently in it, singing “All You Need Is Love” loudly and off-key, and inventing half the lyrics on the spot. Out in the bedroom, Selina and Ivy stared at each other across a bed big enough for a croquet match.
“Thanks for helping Harlean out there,” Ivy said hesitantly. “Fine job I did of protecting her. Maybe you should be her girlfriend.”
“Don’t go getting macho on me,” Selina said, pulling off her bat-cowl and shaking out her mop of shaggy black hair. “You’re too pretty for it. You know how it goes. Nine times out of ten, your powers would be more useful than my skills in a situation like that. Even so, we would’ve been dead if Terra and Power Girl hadn’t stepped in.”
“If only there had been some trees closer by,” Ivy mused bitterly. “I hate that stupid plaza. Acres of filthy stone and not so much as a flowerpot anywhere.”
“Well, Terra uses stone the way you use plants. Maybe you and she should start a partnership.”
Ivy scoffed. “As if I need Power Girl on my case, too. Funny thing, though... I borrowed your electronic bug-sweeper thingy and used it on Harley while she was getting undressed for the shower.”
“Did you find the GPS bug?”
“No, I didn’t. There isn’t one. The Joker was lying. Those balloons were probably radio-controlled or something. The two of you probably could have escaped from them by getting out of sight of the person running them.”
“That’s odd,” Selina mused. “Why would the Joker lie about something like that?”
“No idea. Because he’s an asshole.” Ivy sighed and closed her eyes, as if trying to center herself. “Now, about the agenda for tonight. Are you still interested?”
“I am. To tell the truth, I think you’re kind of a turn-on when you’re upset. I think you turn a deeper green, and you give off a nice scent. Sexy-spicy.”
“That’s true,” Ivy smirked, “but it’s not being upset that makes me that way. It’s being horny.”
“Hmmm,” purred Catwoman. “I think we’d better get ready to seduce that silly little clown when she comes flouncing out of that bathroom.”
“I don’t think she’s going to need much seducing,” Ivy said.
The two women watched each other strip with considerable interest. Selina slithered gracefully out of her Batgirl suit, sighing with pleasure at the cool air against her body. “You’re not into underwear, I see,” she observed as Ivy’s shorts and top hit the carpet. “And you really are green all over.”
“Inside and out,” Ivy assented. “And I have to say, your original skin looks just as lovely as your second one. Creamy white rather than glossy black.” She ogled Selina from head to toe. “I think I’m going to enjoy this.”
“Yes, you are,” Selina said. “But remember, it’s Harley we have to impress with our girlness.”
“I have to give you something,” Ivy said, and rummaged through the hemp bag that contained what little she carried with her. She pulled out a small bottle filled with a yellow liquid.
“This is a temporary antidote to my bio-toxins,” she explained. “It’s an extra-strong dose, and will keep you safe for between a day and two days. I wouldn’t chance it after the first day, though.”
“And without it...”
“Without it, if you kissed me... on either one of my mouths... you’d burn through all nine of your lives in about ten seconds, and die.”
Selina considered that. “Glad I’ve never gotten drunk and impetuous around you.” She opened the bottle and drank it down. It tasted slightly fruity, and felt warm going down, like brandy. “What now?”
“We wait about one minute, and then test it.”
Sixty seconds later, Ivy walked over, put her hand under Selina’s chin and tilted her head up. Selina closed her eyes, basking in the green woman’s spicy sent as their lips met. Ivy’s tongue slid into her mouth for a deep, lingering kiss.
Selina didn’t feel like opening her eyes right away after Ivy’s lips parted from hers. “Did that sting at all?” Ivy asked her. “Any nausea?”
“Mmmm. You sure know how to spoil a mood.”
“You’re fine,” Ivy said. “I just heard the shower turn off. Care to join me in bed to welcome our little playmate?”
Ivy draped herself sensuously across the pillows, while Selina assumed her sexiest cat-pose: squatting on her heels, knees apart, arms straight down so her hands rested on the sheets between her feet.
Harley came bopping out of the shower wrapped in a big, fluffy pink towel, her blonde hair hanging wet around her shoulders. The sight of the two naked women in the bed caused her to stop in her tracks, her happy whistling dying in mid-chorus.
She gazed mutely at Ivy, then at Selina.
“Pretty Kitty,” she said softly, feasting her eyes. “Is... is this for me?”
“We’ve had a rough couple of days,” Ivy said. “Selina and I figured you might like to play a little.”
“Would I?” she whooped. “You two are the best!”
With a nasty snarl of delight and a shocking burst of speed, Harley dropped her towel to the ground and leaped at the bed. Selina let out an eep of shock and toppled over as a blonde blur barrelled right past her. She lay there entagled in Harley’s bare, squirming legs as the latter smothered a startled Poison Ivy with kisses.
Within a few minutes, things had righted themselves quite nicely, as the three women knelt on the bed in a pretty row. Ivy had staked out her claim to Harley’s front, kissing and licking and biting her all over her face and neck and shoulders and breasts.
Behind her, Selina had acquiesced to Harley’s request to pretty-please put those razor-sharp, stainless steel cat-claws onto the tips of her fingers, and tease her with them. Catwoman gently, slowly, sensuously raked her claws up and down and all over Harley’s bare back, leaving little white streaks behind, but careful not to break the skin. Every so often, without warning, she would let a single claw trail all the way down Harley’s spine, from the nape of her neck to the tip of her tailbone, eliciting a long, shivery wail of pleasure from the beautiful blonde.
Selina playfully bit Harley’s shoulder, then kissed up the side of her neck to nibble on her earlobe.
“Kitty,” Harley gasped. “Put one of your claws inside me.”
“Hmmm? I don’t know, sweetie. They’re awfully sharp.”
“I trust you. Please? It’s so exciting to think about.”
“Then promise to hold still, okay?”
Selina let her claw trace down the line of Harley’s spine, then continue on down the crack of her bottom, and underneath, and around. Harley helpfully reached down and held herself open while Selina very carefully inserted a claw-tipped index finger.
Harley gasped. “It’s cold!” She shuddered with pleasure as Selina’s long finger slid all the way inside her.
“Careful,” Selina whispered in her ear. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Say that again, Selina,” Harley whimpered.
“Say what?”
“What you just said.”
“I don’t want to hurt you?”
Harley spasmed as she spoke those words, grabbing and releasing Selina’s finger with her soft, smooth insides.
“Keep saying it. Over and over.” Harley sounded like she was about to cry.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Harley. I want this to be good for you. I don’t want to hurt you...”
Selina felt a wet and wiggly tongue against the knuckles of her busy hand. Ivy had made her way down Harley’s belly and was licking her vulva.
Seconds later, Harley came with all her might. She grunted through her clenched teeth as her inner muscles spasmed again and again around Selina’s finger. When it was over, she slumped back against her, eyes closed in utter bliss.
“Mmmmm,” she said. “Mmmmmmmmm.”
“What was that don’t want to hurt you stuff all about?” Selina asked through the damp curtain of blonde hair draped over her face.
“Oh, I have issues,” Harley sighed dreamily. “You know. Psychopath stuff.”
“I see.”
“Hey, Kitty,” she murmured in Selina’s ear. “I know you cats like to eat meat, but you know how important it is to eat your veggies, right?”
“What?”
Harley extricated herself from Selina and did a sudden backwards somersault off the bed. Coming up on her feet, she wandered over to where their bags were sitting. She rummaged around until she found what she wanted.
She pulled the jester’s hood from her Harley Quinn costume over her head, tucking her hair into the two protruding horns and adjusting the mask over her eyes, then fastening the strap under her chin. Bells tinkled merrily. Walking over to Selina, she slipped the Catwoman cowl over her head and fastened it, then strapped Selina’s oversized night-vision glasses onto her face.
“It’s Halloween,” Harley explained. “Dressing up is important. We wouldn’t want to waste the holiday. Now... care to join me for salad?” She looked meaningfully over to where Ivy was lying.
Poison Ivy looked back and forth between the two masked women as it slowly dawned on her what was coming. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding,” she protested. “I’ve never... I can’t...”
But the other two women had already started their tandem pounce.
Moments later, a silent Ivy was gazing helplessly, blearily down the length of her own body. One shapely green leg was draped over Harley’s right shoulder, the other was draped over Catwoman’s left. If she really tried, she could distinguish the familiar sensation of Harley’s eager, impatient tongue from Selina’s slow, sensuous kitty-licking. But they were kissing each other as much as they were licking her, and at times it just blended into a deep haze of almost hallucinogenic pleasure.
She’d never been shared like this before, by two lovers at once between her legs, and the pressure in her loins quickly became unbearable. She held out for almost a full thirty seconds before she lost it, hard.
Some time later, when she was finally able to blink the tears from her eyes, the sight of two grinning, masked, wet faces greeted her. She realized that her thighs were soaked, as were the sheets between them.
“Trick or treat, Red,” Harley sang gaily, and made a show of licking Ivy’s sap off her lips and chin.
“Ooooh,” moaned Ivy. “Sweet green goddess. That wasn’t fair. You two are going to pay for that. As... as soon as I can sit up, I’m going to make you both suffer.”
“Take your time,” purred Selina. “I’m enjoying this.”
After a few moments, Ivy groggily stood up and headed over toward the sliding doors that led out to the patio. “I’m going to go visit the shrubbery and get some air,” she said. “When I come back, I’m going to deal with you two as you deserve.”
Selina shivered at the chilly October breeze coming through the doors, which Ivy had left open.
“Just you and me now, Kitty,” Harley said, snuggling up to Selina happily. “Mmm. This cold air is good for your nipples.”
“Are you having fun, Harl?” Selina murmured.
“Even more than usual, yeah. I always wondered what it would be like to be all naked and cuddly in bed with you, ya know. Making you purr. Making you meow.”
Selina laughed. “Enough with the cat references, already.”
“I’m back,” Ivy said from the doorway. “And I’ve brought friends.”
Slithering along the ground behind her was a good sampling of vines and creepers that she had conjured up among the trees, shrubs and flowers in the garden area on the patio. They followed her across the room like a cleaner and more high-fiber version of the Pied Piper’s rats.
“Catwoman,” she ordered. “Lie down on the bed, on your back. Harley, lie down on top of her, also on your back. Make yourselves comfortable. You’re going to be here for a while.”
Concluded in Part Three