A Broader World (Harry Potter/DC Universe)

“Honey, I’m home~”

As Tea steps inside of the barn, there’s a big, shit-eating grin on her face. She doesn’t seem surprised at all that Harry and Kara are standing there waiting for her, nor that Harry has his arms crossed over his chest and a stony expression on his face. But then, she wouldn’t be, would she? After all, she and Kara were connected. She saw and felt everything Kara felt.

“No, Tea. That’s not how we’re doing this?”

That she’d come anyways, that she’d approached the barn and put herself within range of him all the same, spoke to how much she cared about him, or so Harry liked to think. After all, he’d discussed in detail exactly what he and Kara were going to do to her. This wasn’t an accidental information leak or anything like that either. It was a purposeful choice, designed to give Tea the chance to come willingly.

… And she had.

Of course, just because she came willingly didn’t mean she was going to come quietly. Eyes flashing, Galatea’s hands curl into fists and her grin becomes as wicked as it is crooked.

“Oh? Going to punish me, Harry? Going to teach me a lesson?”

Frowning, Harry grips at his own biceps a bit more, tightening his crossed arms.

“You know that’s exactly what I’m going to do. What WE’RE going to do.”

Tea’s eyes flicker over to Kara at that, and the more buxom Argoan scoffs a bit before snickering.

“Gonna tag-team me then? Go ahead. Show me what a bad girl I’ve been, daddy~”

Harry’s cock twitches in the confines of the simple jeans he’s wearing. Even after everything, Galatea is still hot as fuck, there’s no denying that. More than her looks however, is the emotional connection he feels for her. He loves her… and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to stop loving her, in all honesty.

“Kneel.”

Harry’s one-word response comes out in a growl, one that causes Galatea’s eyes to widen for a moment, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks. Her arousal is obvious, but she doesn’t obey. Instead, she plants a hand on her hip and cocks it out, smirking evilly.

“Make m-!”

WHOOM!

In an instant, Harry has crossed the length of the barn. In an instant, he’s grabbed Galatea by her shoulders and slammed her down with all her might. Despite her seeming obstinance, it’s abundantly obvious that she WAS ready to kneel, because her legs bend easily, and she falls to her knees under his onslaught of overwhelming strength. There’s a minor shockwave as her knees hit the barn floor, but while it’s enough to shake the barn itself, it’s not enough to bring the building down around them, at least.

Tea doesn’t look shocked, necessarily, but she does go still, staring up at him with panting breaths leaving her lips as she kneels there before him. His hands grip firmly at her shoulders, the entire act showcasing the difference in their strengths. Right now, thanks to the Dark Potion, Harry is capable of overwhelming Galatea entirely.

Zipping over, Kara stands to the side of them, glancing between them for a moment indecisively. Oh, she’s wholly on his side here, and they all know it… but there’s a part of her that’s still conflicted. It settles a moment later however, as she drops to her knees right beside Galatea and looks up at him while licking her lips.

“Please punish us, daddy. We need to learn our lesson.”

Galatea’s eyes dart over to Kara, the clone scoffing at her original, but before she can say anything, Harry’s cock flops out and smacks down across her face and then Kara’s. Both Argoan women immediately zero in on his dick as he reveals it, his throbbing mast both familiar and not to the two of them.

“How much did you have to hold back earlier in our relationship, Tea? How did you ever gain any pleasure from this cock at all? I understand now, why you thought you could get away with anything. Our power dynamic… it’s always been rather messed up, hasn’t it?”

Giving him an evil smirk, Galatea leans forward and smooches his cock before responding.

“I have my ways. You don’t have to worry about me, daddy… I’ve always enjoyed myself with you~”

It’s Harry’s turn to scowl a little, because her words are confirmation of what he already suspected. Shaking his head, he slaps his cock down upon Tea’s face a few more times. His current power means that she actually feels it, the meaty smack of flesh against flesh, rather than it being like him slapping his cock against stone or marble.

Breathing in sharply, Galatea lets out a soft moan, one she maybe thinks he doesn’t even hear. But he does… Harry does.

“You found your pleasure in dominating and corrupting other women. I was like a pet for you, a stooge to help with your need for control. Our relationship was… incredibly one sided. No more.”

Tea’s smirk only widens, and she snickers at him as she repeats his words back in a derisive manner.

“No more. No more. Nice words, Harry, but when are you going to stop talking, and get to the good part? Honestly, I’m getting rather-mmph!”

“Right now.”

She’s right, after all. There’s no point in continuing to talk, when actions have always spoken louder than words with Tea. And so, while she’s mid-sentence, Harry lashes out with a hand, grabs her by her blonde hair, and shoves his cock right into her mouth. Not something he could do when he was but a mortal man, not if he didn’t want to lose his dick entirely… but now? With the Dark Potion still coursing through his veins, he doesn’t have to worry about any of that.

His cock goes right past Tea’s lips and then some, hitting the back of her throat instantly and pushing down her esophagus. Galatea’s eyes widen, and the clone gags as she tries to pull away on instinct, only to find she can’t… his hold on her hair is too tight, and her ability to escape his grasp right now is nonexistent.

Of course, it doesn’t help that Kara is there as well, grabbing onto Tea and holding her in place. Between the two of them, there’s just no way for the Argoan woman to escape their grasp. Leaving Harry perfectly positioned to skull fuck Galatea right there on the spot.

“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”

“Here’s the thing, Tea. I love you, with all my heart.”

A jolt goes through the clone, as he says that. Her blue eyes flicker up to meet his face, even as involuntary tears begin to form in the corners of them. Slobber and saliva are quickly gathering on the sides of her mouth, threatening to dribble down off of her lip and onto her chin. She gurgles around his throbbing member as Harry forces her face into his crotch again and again, to the extent that his balls are slapping against her chin every few seconds.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

“But I can no longer condone the things you’ve done. Your behavior at Fleur and Bill’s wedding was bad enough… but taking advantage of this whole debacle with Zatanna and Ivy and everything… that’s a step too far.”

“GLUUUUGHKKKK!!!”

As he forces her down his dick over and over again, Galatea tries to raise some sort of protest, to no avail. With her mouth and throat filled to the brim with his cock, she’s not getting a word in edgewise. Still, the way her eyes flicker to the side as more and more saliva and drool begin to coat her lower face, lets him know exactly what point she’s trying to make. Harry follows her gaze to where Kara is still knelt beside her, holding her in place for him.

“Don’t play the fool, Tea. You want to try and say I’m not punishing Kara like I’m punishing you? But you know full well through your connection that I already did so… most vigorously.”

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

Smirking a little, seeing the involuntary tears flowing down Tea’s cheeks now as he continues to rail her esophagus for all he’s worth, driving down her gullet again and again and ravaging her throat with his entire magically enhanced cock, Harry shakes his head.

“It’s your turn now, Tea. Kara got her punishment… and now it’s time for you to get yours.”

His words aren’t entirely registering anymore for the blonde, Harry can see. Galatea’s eyes have begun to glaze over, getting a somewhat vacant look in them as her eyelids begin to flutter more and more. He can’t see from her perspective, of course, but he imagines the constant ravishing of her throat and the lack of fresh oxygen is finally starting to get to her.

Most impressive, considering how long Kryptonians, and thus Argoans as well, can hold their breath. Apparently, they can literally survive the vacuum of space for lengths of time. But right now, this beautiful buxom blonde who can survive the vacuum of space is asphyxiating on his cock, her throat convulsing around his dick, her strength slowly failing her as he wears her down more and more.

The trick, after all, was simple. An Argoan could hold their breath for a long time… if they were allowed to suck in a deep breath before doing so, just like any normal human but on a much grander scale. Harry, however, had not let Tea do so. He’d forced his cock into her mouth and down her throat mid-word, leaving her lungs woefully empty of fresh oxygen as he’d started skull fucking her right there on the spot.

“HULGHK! HULGHK! HULGHK!”

Harry doesn’t let up. Not even for a moment. Galatea doesn’t respond well to mercy, or hesitation. She considers them both to stem from the same thing in fact… weakness. And if he wants to save her, if he wants to save their relationship, the one thing Harry knows he can no longer show… is weakness.

And so, he lets her eyes roll back in her head, not from pleasure, but from lack of air and strength. He watches as her eyes begin to flutter shut right before him, her vision likely darkening. Her struggles become automatic in nature, she jerks and jolts in his and Kara’s grasp, but neither of them are letting her go.

Finally, just as Galatea is going limp, Harry begins to cum. With a loud groan and no other warning, he allows himself to explode down her throat. This results in one final widening of the eyes from the Argoan clone, as she chokes all the more mightily on his seed, which comes right back up her esophagus and explodes out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth.

Harry pulls back then, even as Tea seizes up in Kara’s grasp, the original having to hold her clone and sister tightly to avoid Galatea spasming all over the place and likely causing more damage to the barn. Cum bubbles explode out of the cloned Argoan’s mouth somewhat explosively as she expels more of his seed from her lips, coughing and hacking and finally taking a half-fresh breath of air into her lungs, though still tainted with his seed, with his scent.

Standing before her and Kara, Harry keeps his face emotionless as he looks down upon the two Argoans. Impossibly strong women from the stars, they had been untouchable, and incredibly terrifying entities for him just days ago. When he’d thought he’d inadvertently driven them insane, turning them into sex-crazed zombies desperate for his cum and cock.

It was Tea who had developed that charade. Kara had helped perpetrate it, sure, but Galatea was the one who came up with the plan. Instead, she could have helped him and Ivy solve the problem ages ago. She and Kara could have helped them cure Zatanna far earlier. Things wouldn’t have gotten as far as they had. Those other girls wouldn’t have spent so long up in the Watchtower’s medical infirmary.

All in all, Galatea’s choices had led her here. Harry cared for her, loved her even, but he refused to feel sorry for her. He refused to pity her. Not just because he knew she wouldn’t want him to do either, but because he knew she needed to learn… and he was the person best situated to teach her.

“H-Heh… what’s next… hah, daddy? Gonna… gonna fuck me until I’m a good girl? That it?”

Tremors wrack her body, as Tea lays in Kara’s arms, smirking up at him. She’s still shaky, but obviously getting her wits back about her quite quickly. Harry doesn’t let that bother him. He can’t afford to, at this point. Instead, he stares down at her stonily… and nods.

“Yes.”

Tea knows what he and Kara have been discussing in the time leading up to her arrival. She knows the barebones of ‘the plan’. But even still, his blunt answer clearly surprises her. Harry reaches down and grabs her by the hair again, yanking her up off of the ground and into the air. The Argoan clone yelps, as his hand reaches out and grabs the front of her white leotard, yanking it harshly.

TEEEEEEEEEEEEEAR~

Her costume rips off of her body with ease, exposing the whole of her in one fell swoop. Her tits bounce and jiggle, and her hips wiggle back and forth as she kicks in the air, trying to use her flight to get away from him. But Harry is too quick for her. Just as she’s remembering she can fly and attempting to zip away, his hand lashes out again, grabbing her by the neck. Harry squeezes down lightly, choking her only slightly, but that’s enough to make her go still for a moment.

Of course, Tea wouldn’t be Tea if she just let that go unanswered. Giving him a wicked grin, she licks her lips.

“Mm, daddy… choke me harder~”

Then, she tries to kick him in the cock. But Harry is ready for it, already turning to the side so her foot connects with his thigh harmlessly rather than his genitals. The next moment, Kara has ahold of Galatea’s legs, wrapping her arms around them to hold her in place.

Galatea scowls mightily, as Harry spins her around and pulls her from Kara’s grasp, only to fold her up into a full nelson. She squirms and jerks this way and that, trying to break free, but once he has his limbs intertwined properly with hers, it’s helpless. Even her hands, which are currently free to do what they like, can only scratch at his abs uselessly, dealing no real damage to his magically enhanced body as Harry holds her aloft over his cock.

His throbbing member twitches as it hovers right below Galatea’s pretzelfied form. Her chest heaves with her panting breaths, and she goes limp after a moment, staring down the length of her body at his cock.

“G-Go for it then… fuck me, daddy. Try and make me a good girl with your big fat cock. Heh, you really think you can handle me, j-just because you got some power?”

Harry smiles wryly at that, though Tea can’t see it. She can definitely hear his response, however, as he lifts her up a few inches higher, positioning her forward a bit more… and lines his cock up with her asshole, rather than her cunt.

“Not alone, no.”

And that’s when they strike, together. Galatea would no doubt have heard all of their plans, experienced everything Kara and Harry did and talked about during their time together waiting for her. But that was just it… there was such a thing as information overload. They’d talked a lot, for hours, and much of it had been spent with Kara impaled on Harry’s cock.

In the end, not even Kara had known exactly what her part in the plan was though… because Harry and her had decided he would use magic to layer a hidden compulsion, keyed to the words he’d just spoken. The instant Harry says ‘not alone’… it happens.

He slams Galatea’s ass down on his cock. No lubrication, save for the rapidly drying spit polishing her mouth and throat had just given his member. Not even a quick dip into her cunny to get him wetter and readier for her tight asshole. No preparation with his fingers for Galatea’s ass either. All in all, it’s the definition of painal, what Harry does to Tea in that moment.

But that alone would probably not have done the trick. After all, Argoans were quick on the uptake, and Harry had given her a whole half a second to process the shift in position and realize he was about to fuck her ass. However, what Galatea couldn’t have seen coming, mostly because she was so focused on him, and because Kara herself didn’t know she was going to do it… was her original’s actions.

While Harry impales Tea anally upon his cock, Kara Zor-El lunges forward at the activation phrase ‘not alone’, and promptly shoves her entire fist and half of her arm up into Galatea’s cunt. The Argoan clone is suddenly being DP’d in both of her lower orifices, with Harry’s cock stretching her insanely tight anus like nothing before it ever has, and her original’s fisted hand driving up into her clenching, wet cunt without so much as a ‘by your leave’.

For all her bravado, for all her confidence… Galatea squeals at the top of her lungs, sounding like a stuck pig.

“AIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!”

Kara, meanwhile, looks at Harry’s face over Tea’s shoulder, baffled by her own actions. But Harry just gives her a reassuring smile and nod, his emerald eyes flashing with mirth.

“Good girl, Kara.”

Blushing and smiling right back at the praise, Kara doesn’t remove her hand. Instead, she begins moving it in tandem with his thrusts as Harry bounces Galatea up and down on his cock, her folded up body helpless in the full nelson hold he has her in.

“You only truly understand one thing, Tea. And that’s strength. Well, now I have it in spades. I have enough strength to make even you stop and listen. But then… we both know you don’t respond well to lectures. You’re not going to be talked into surrendering control to me.”

Galatea gasps and pants, whining and whimpering as he rams her down onto his cock again and again. It’s obviously very painful for her… perhaps the most painful sexual experience she’s ever had. After all, it’s not like the Argoan clone has ever been fucked by a man who’s her equal before. There were only a handful of males on planet Earth strong enough to handle her, and none of them were inclined to do what Harry was doing now.

That was good though, because Harry was a possessive sort. Call it what you will, maybe Tea even rubbed off on him throughout their months together, but the truth was… she was his. His woman, his lover, his… his everything.

Leaning forward, Harry growls into her ear even as he tightens up his laced fingers, back behind her head.

“I’m not going to give up on you, Tea. Not now, not ever. But we can’t go back to the way things were before. Something has to change. Something has to break.”

Gasping, panting breaths answer him. Any time Galatea tries to formulate a response, Kara’s constant cunt-punching of her stuffed quim, and his rapid pistoning in and out of her ass, make it impossible. She can’t get a word in edgewise, because she’s too busy being stuffed in both of her lower orifices, her folded up body shaking and jostling, trembling really in his tight, magically empowered grasp.

The thing was… Galatea was one of the most depraved women Harry knew. She was already debauched and perverse in all of the best… and worst ways. ‘Corrupting’ her was impossible. One just had to look at how she’d decided to approach this situation, even thinking she knew what he and Kara had planned. She’d called him ‘daddy’ and turned this into some sort of daddy-daughter roleplay scenario right off the bat.

Not that Harry minded, it WAS rather hot, but still, it was a classic representation of just how wanton a woman Galatea already was. Which meant there was really only one way to get through to her. He couldn’t rely on something like pleasure to break her down so he could build her back up again. That had sort of worked with some of the other girls they’d tag-teamed together, but it wouldn’t work with Tea.

Instead… there had to be pain, and probably a lot of it. They had to make it painful enough to deliver a shock to her system, to maybe force a reset that would see her finally coming around to their way of thinking.

After all, the entire time Tea was getting fucked and fisted in both her ass and cunt at the same time, she was also still experiencing Kara’s thoughts and emotions and feelings. All of that pain from the unlubricated anal, combining with Kara’s compassion, with her hope, with her love.

It was the best plan they could come up with. But even still, Harry wasn’t sure it was going to work… until Kara took it a step further. He grunts, as he suddenly feels what seems like a hand wrap around his cock. Galatea’s latest squealing shriek is suddenly cut off, turned into a gurgling moan as Kara, the crazy Argoan woman, reaches through Galatea’s cunt to grab his cock.

The feeling is indescribable. It probably wouldn’t even be possible if they weren’t both insanely durable aliens from outer space and he wasn’t magically enhanced by the Dark Potion. His cock, already wrapped tightly in Tea’s constantly flexing anal passage, is suddenly receiving a handjob THROUGH the walls of the clone’s cunt, from the original Argoan.

Kara bites her lower lip, but upon seeing his and Tea’s reactions, continues on with what she’s doing. And so, Harry continues to fuck Tea in the ass, and Kara continues to ‘fist’ her in the cunt… but with an additional aspect now that blows Galatea’s mind. Eyes rolling back in her head, mouth forming an O, Tea shrieks and groans as she remains folded up in the full nelson, shaking and shuddering all the while.

“OOOOOHHHH!!!”

Harry can’t help but want to see it, and so he snaps his fingers and conjures a silvery pool of starlight in front of them both, letting it act as a mirror so he can watch Tea’s expression. The contortion of her face, the look of complete baffled ecstasy… it’s everything Harry knew they would have to force upon Galatea to finally get through to her.

On top of that though, Kara’s hand enhancing his experience sends Harry over the edge in what feels like no time. His cock is receiving double the pleasure after all, with Galatea’s anus squeezing down on every last inch of his bitch breaking dick, and Kara’s hand clenching even tighter around him. With a loud groan, his balls churning like there’s no tomorrow, Harry begins to cum, exploding all over the inside of Tea’s bowels.

In response, the Argoan clone squeals her way through an orgasm of her own, her pussy juices squirting out at high pressured speeds from around Kara’s limb, with how she has her arm buried up to the elbow in Tea’s cunt. Some of those pussy juices end up spraying across Kara’s face, and she licks them up, even as she finally releases her hold on his cumming cock and begins to pull her limb back.

As Kara’s hand exits Tea’s cunt with a squelching sense of finality, Harry unhooks his hands from behind the clone’s head and out from under her legs, letting her limp body unfold. For a moment, she just drapes there, still impaled on his cock, his massive phallus buried in her ass. She hangs there briefly, her limbs all as limp as the rest of her.

Then, his cock softens enough for her to fall forward, slipping off of his dick with another squelching noise, and landing face first on the barn floor. Harry doesn’t try to stop her from making a meaty impact with the ground, knowing full well that she’s going to have hurt it more than it could ever hurt her.

Face down, ass up, Galatea’s limbs splayed out on either side of her, the busty Argoan just lays there for a moment, breathing shallowly. Eventually though, her panting comes under control, and she shifts a bit, just enough to turn her head and look back at him.

“Tha’… tha’ all you got, H-Harry?”

Harry smiles softly at the weakened form of defiance from the woman he loves. Even though his cock has begun to go soft… he shakes his head and calls upon the power of the Dark Potion within him once more. Immediately, his member rises yet again, growing thick and throbbing as he drops down to his knees behind Tea and grabs her by her ass cheeks.

Except, he doesn’t just GRAB her ass cheeks. No, he claps them both, his hands coming down harshly in matching smacks across her bottom. Her ass, which to a mortal man would feel like chiseled stone or marble, gives way before Harry’s enhanced magical strength with ease. They jiggle most satisfyingly as he delivers twin smacks to each of her butt cheeks that send jolts all the way up her body and make her gasp from the sensation.

SMACK! SMACK!

“No, Tea. In fact… I’m just getting started.”

There’s a hooded look in her eyes, even as they go wide at the realization that they’re far from done. Harry likes to think he sees a hint of excitement at the promise he’s just given her. But only time will tell. And that’s exactly what he and Kara intend to spend here, with Tea. Lots and lots of time.

-x-X-x-

“I have been told that I owe you an… apology. I am sorry for my actions. I… misunderstood the situation at hand.”

Harry wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, when he and Kara finally brought Galatea up to the Watchtower. They DID call ahead, of course. He wasn’t stupid or anything like that. Getting in touch with Zatanna since she was cured back during the whole kerfuffle with Wonder Woman and all that shit had been easy enough, and she’d even been happy to arrange them bringing Tea onboard.

He’d honestly been expecting greater pushback, considering the last time Galatea was on the Watchtower, it had been in an attempt to destroy it. That had then led to her falling back to Earth and him finding her and this whole mess starting in the first place.

Part of him had figured they’d be facing down some serious firepower when they finally arrived… and to be fair, they technically were. Still, it was a LOT less than he’d been expecting. Their welcoming committee was only two people, as a matter of fact. Zatanna Zatara, obviously… and Wonder Woman, aka Princess Diana of Themyscira, aka the reason Harry had been stuck utilizing the Dark Potion for far longer than he’d intended.

In hindsight, it wasn’t ENTIRELY her fault… Tea was still the root cause of all of this after all, what with her plotting and scheming and pretending to be a sex-crazed superpowered alien… instead of just the normal high-functioning nymphomaniac she actually was. But still, even with the game Tea had turned out to be playing with Kara’s help, it should have all been over that very day, if not for Diana’s sudden interference.

Even now, the Princess of Themyscira seemed… uncertain of how sorry she actually was though. From the way Zatanna was looking at her with her arms crossed, Diana might have even been strongarmed into this apology. Certainly, she didn’t look happy or comfortable standing there before him. But then to be fair, their very first interaction together had been… something else, hadn’t it?

Harry has to suppress a smile at the thought of it. Especially because, thanks to her interference and Kara and Tea’s teamwork, he’d gotten a nice, long view of THE Wonder Woman completely and utterly naked. She’d gotten a nice long view of him too. They’d both seen one another naked, without having any prior relationship with one another except for an adversarial one.

It wasn’t really a surprise that things were pretty awkward between them as a result. And so… Harry would be the bigger person here, he figured. Offering Wonder Woman a smile, he shakes his head.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t either of our faults, not truly. The situation was… heh, rather ridiculous.”

Looking like she bit into something sour, Diana nods her head in agreement, even if it seems like the Princess of Themyscira would prefer SOME of the blame to be laid at his feet. And maybe Harry did deserve a little bit of it. He’d made his mistakes. He’d enabled Galatea for a time, and then let Zatanna help him ambush her and Kara with Red Kryptonite, before going off on his own to end up fighting Harley and Ivy.

Speaking of which…

“The three young women who had to be brought to the Watchtower after their prolonged contact with me… are they alright now? The cure WAS administered right?”

Helena had seemed to say as much with her nod, back during the kerfuffle earlier. But Harry was half-worried this entire time that that had been a lie, told by a woman afraid of Diana’s retribution. Honestly, he wasn’t sure he’d believe it until he saw the three girls with his own two eyes, but for now, Harry would accept confirmation from Diana and Zatanna. Luckily, he gets it from both of them.

“Yes, Harry. They’re all fine now.”

“They’re recovering quickly enough, yes. The… cures were indeed administered and seem to have worked.”

Once again, Wonder Woman sounds altogether very uncertain about all of this. But then, from what Harry has heard of her, the very powerful heroine comes from an all-female civilization. So… yeah, maybe she’s just shy, or something? Or simply not very versed in the manners of sex with men. Or it’s entirely possible he’s just got a very skewed view of what sex is, at this point.

Indeed, it’s entirely possible that Wonder Woman is a perfectly normal woman with a perfectly normal sex life… and its Harry and his sex life that’s the insane, ridiculous roller coaster of events here. Honestly… it’s more likely than the idea of Diana being a virgin, or something patently ridiculous like that.

Still…

“I would like to see them, please. I don’t mind if it has to be under supervision. Or even if I can’t be in the same room as them. But I want to see them.”

“Of course, Harry, you don’t-!”

“With the proper security measures, it could be-!”

Both Zatanna and Diana try to talk at once, only to cut each other off and share a look. To Harry’s surprise, Diana is the one who backs down… which is rather odd, isn’t it? He was pretty sure in terms of the Justice League’s power structure, Wonder Woman ranked pretty far above the American Witch on the pecking order. And yet, one single, meaningful look from Zatanna, and Diana falls quiet…

Looking back to Harry, Zatanna smiles softly.

“You don’t need to worry about any precautions, Harry. The three of them have been asking after you as well, so I’ll be happy to escort you to the infirmary… once we’re done here.”

Harry gives Zatanna an appreciative nod at that, even as Diana straightens up, suddenly regaining her earlier confidence.

“Right. The clone.”

Until now, Galatea and Kara have both been completely quiet, even though they’ve been part of the conversation all along by virtue of standing right there with the rest of them. However, Tea’s silence might not have been completely willing. The Argoan clone was currently wearing shackles as well as a mouth guard, both of which were designed for someone of her strength.

Still, she’d been broken of her defiance, somewhat. Her head has been dipped down the entire time, her eyes averted towards the ground. She stiffens slightly when Diana addresses her as ‘the clone’, but still doesn’t try to raise a fuss. Instead, it’s Kara who speaks up for her.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t call her that, Wonder Woman.”

Blinking, the Princess of Themyscira looks over to Kara, furrowing her brow and opening her mouth only to close it in visible confusion. Back ramrod straight, Kara places a hand around Galatea’s waist and pulls the unresisting blonde into her side.

“I’ve come to see Galatea as a sister, rather than merely my clone. She’s more than just the things Cadmus made her do. She’s more than just my clone… she’s her own person, and she… she deserves a second chance.”

Before Wonder Woman can formulate a response, Zatanna speaks up with a broad smile even as Tea wiggles a little bit in Kara’s grasp before ultimately going limp.

“I agree.”

Diana’s head whips around towards her contemporary, and she gapes at her.

“What?! I may have agreed to keep this entire debacle out of the light in order to spare Superman the knowledge of all of this, but surely… surely you can’t mean to have Galatea join the Justice League! She belongs in prison, if nothing else!”

Standing tall, Zatanna sniffs haughtily.

“The only prisons capable of holding her, are either far worse punishments then they are rehabilitation devices or are under the control of individuals I do not trust. Do you trust them, Diana? Do you believe Galatea, a young woman manipulated by the monsters at Cadmus, is worthy of something like the Phantom Zone?”

From the way Wonder Woman flinches, she clearly does not. Harry can’t help but raise an eyebrow at that. Clearly, he’s missing something, but then to be fair, the world doesn’t revolve around him. Obviously, there’s going to be things he doesn’t know about… and that’s okay. Certainly, both Kara and Galatea blanch at the mere mention of this ‘Phantom Zone’, so Harry can intuit that it’s rather bad. He wouldn’t let them do anything like that to Tea anyways… he’d fight to the death to protect her, regardless of what she’d done.

“I’m not proposing we allow Galatea to become a full member, right off the bat. However, I believe Kara has an idea of what she would prefer, right Kara?”

Nodding her head jerkily, Kara glances to Galatea and smiles.

“We belong together. Too far apart, and we experience each other’s lives anyways, to our mutual detriment. Maybe once upon a time, we both thought one of us had to die so the other could truly live… but we know better now.”

Holding her head high, Kara pulls her more voluptuous, matured clone a little closer.

“Everything will be fine, so long as we aren’t separated. As such, Wonder Woman, I propose that you take Galatea and I on as your apprentices. Take us to Themyscira, where we can learn the ways of your people. Help me to rehabilitate Galatea, and train her to be a true heroine.”

Diana looks taken aback by all of this, but she’s the only one. Everyone else is hearing exactly what they’re expecting to hear. After a moment, frowning deeply, the Princess of Themyscira steps forward. Everyone tenses up, but she’s removed Galatea’s gag before any of them can react, tearing it off of her face.

“And what do you think of this all, hm? Are you in agreement? I cannot train an apprentice who does not want to be trained.”

Freezing up at being directly addressed, Galatea is quiet for a second, throwing him a glance of longing. Harry makes sure to give her an encouraging smile and nod, showing his approval of the plan. Even if it ended up splitting them apart for a time, since Harry probably wouldn’t be able to come to Themyscira as well… it still felt like it was their best option. ‘Punishing’ Galatea and ‘teaching her a lesson’ with his cock had been all well and good to break down her mental barriers and force her to recognize there was another way… but she needed actual training as well. And Wonder Woman was one of the few people equipped to help AND control her.

With Kara by Tea’s side, acting as her parole officer of sorts, Harry was sure they would make leaps and bounds in no time, and one day, hopefully very soon, he and Tea would be together again. Not the way things were before, they could never go back to how things were before, but they could build something new together. Something better than before, even.

“… Yes.”

Tea’s agreement is quiet, uncharacteristically so. Diana seems to note this, studying the Argoan clone for a moment longer before sighing and nodding.

“Very well then… I agree.”

She sounds almost resigned, but not as upset about it as she might have been. She’d clearly been browbeaten into this in some way by Zatanna, but at least Harry didn’t detect any resentment from the Princess of Themyscira. Best not to be fostering resentment in one of the most powerful women in the planet, really.

“Wonderful! Then, Harry… I’ll take you to the infirmary now, while these three finalize the details of their new relationship.”

Harry startles at that, before nodding to Zatanna. However, he doesn’t immediately follow her away. Instead, he steps over to Tea and Kara and gives them BOTH a hug, holding them tightly for a moment and ignoring Wonder Woman’s sharp intake of breath as they eagerly nuzzle into him.

“Be good, girls. Hopefully, I’ll see you both soon.”

He pulls away before they can respond, not wanting to ruin his reputation with Diana even further by prompting something like a ‘Yes daddy’ from the two of them. Still, he feels their eyes boring into his back as he leaves with Zatanna, almost like the two are using their heat vision on him. They aren’t… but he can tell their gazes follow him all the way down the hall and around the corner, all the same…

-x-X-x-

“Harry!”

Almost immediately after entering the infirmary, Harry finds himself contending with three human missiles as Barbara, Bette, and Artemis all impact with his chest at once. He has to be careful with them all, and even takes a step back to absorb some of the blow so none of them hurt themselves on his much stronger body.

He’s been dealing with Argoans for a while now after all, and these are three normal human girls. So, he’s very careful as he hugs them back, even as he finds himself half-grimacing, half-smiling.

“Hey girls. Uh… I wanted to apologize for everything that happened. Shit was rather crazy, wasn’t it?”

Pulling away, the trio all exchange glances at that, before Bette looks back to him and grins wickedly.

“What’s there to apologize for? You rocked my world to hell and back all across that dorm room. I loved every moment of it.”

Artemis nods right along with her, while only Barbara has the good grace to look embarrassed. Coughing, the red head pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose and shakes her head.

“A-Ahem… what I think Bette means to say is that none of us blame you for anything that happened. You weren’t in your right mind, and we weren’t in ours. So… it’s all water under the bridge.”

Grinning wickedly, Bette just nods… and then undermines Barbara’s attempt at simmering her down immediately afterwards.

“Yeah, that too!”

Barbara’s palm meets her face, and she sighs at her exuberant friend, even as Bette grabs Harry by his hand and pulls him further into the infirmary. Looking around the place, it’s obvious the three girls have been living in here, and likely been required to stay here for observation, even after they were cured. Three of the beds have even been dragged and pushed together, and that’s where Bette pulls him over to, as Barbara and Artemis follow.

“We’ve missed you; you know. A lot. And sure, a lot of that was the virus or whatever… but we’ve been cured for a while now… and there’s absolutely no way any of us can go back to normal.”

Harry blinks, only to find himself guided to the bed and pushed to sit down on it. He doesn’t let Bette do so, however. He didn’t come here for… well, anything like that. So, he stays standing, even as the blonde human girl huffs and puffs and fails to move him even an inch. She looks at him after a moment and scowls, pouting mightily.

“We need you, Harry. Even if it’s just one last ride! You owe us that much, don’t you?”

He’s beginning to wonder if he should have insisted on those security precautions that Zatanna had vetoed. The American witch had been all too eager to shove him in here alone with these three, letting the four of them reunite all by their lonesome. Really, they should have had an adult chaperone at least, even if Harry suspected Zatanna would have happily joined in rather than actually stopped them, if she WERE in the room.

Still, looking at Barbara and Artemis, Harry purses his lips together.

“You two… feel the same way, presumably?”

Artemis nods enthusiastically, while Barbara blushes profusely, but nods her own agreement all the same. With a wicked grin, Bette drops to her knees in front of him right then and there, her hands reaching for his pants.

Her intentions are obvious, and Harry is just about to give in and let the three girls have their way with him. It was the least he could do after all they’d been through, he figured.

But before he can resign himself to having another foursome with the smoking hot trio of young ladies, there’s a sudden spasm in his chest, and he gasps as he doubles over.

“Oh…”

He manages to topple to the side, rather than on top of Bette at least, but that’s all he manages to do before the pain starts to overtake him. Blinding pain, agony that he’s never experienced before. Side effects… from the Dark Potion, more than likely.

“-arry! HARRY!”

The trio of mundane girls all crowd around him, and through chattering teeth, Harry manages two words.

“G-Get… Z-Zatanna…”

And then his eyes roll back in his head, and he knows only pain.

-x-X-x-

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