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The Coming Doomsday 6
🕑 Added 2024-01-24 18:00:01 +0000 UTC“What’s with him? He didn’t seem the kind to keep his mouth shut—ever.”
“Post-nut clarity,” Harley said quickly. “C’mon, let him savor it. You know how these heroes are: brood-brood-brood-brood-brood. Or maybe that’s just in Gotham…”
She sidled up to Enchantress, eyes big and blue.
“Hey, did I ever tell you how much I appreciate all your al-a-kazam?”
She glanced at Dora, silently telling her fellow criminal to get off her ass and back her play.
“You really saved our bacon today. I know that’s gotta be real stressful, too, having another person in your head. All the voices in mine tell me it’s the pits! Let me give you a backrub—you’ve earned it.”
Guilefully, Harley massaged her tensed neck, her rigid shoulders, circling her hands lower and lower along skin that seemed softer and more supple the more she worked at it.
“Yeah, Esa Enchantress: I’ll rub your feet!” Dora added.
Frowning, Enchantress blinked at the both of them. “You two are friendly all of a sudden. Why do you want to be on my good side? Do you actually think I have one?”
Sliding her fingers below Enchantress’s neckpiece, Harley felt out the collarbone—easy to find on her slender body. Her fingers oiled over it, hesitating just above her delicate breasts. Looking down, she could see Dora doing the same on Enchantress’s legs—smoothing her palms over the woman’s taut calves until she was too relaxed to keep standing.
Guided by Harley’s squeezing hands, Enchantress allowed herself to be sat down on a nearby computer unit. With her off her feet, Dora kneaded her feet, kissing the toes softly to show her obeisance.
“Mmmm,” Enchantress purred lovingly, her eyes shutting and her head lolling off to the side. “That feels nice… perhaps you do have some uses after all… too bad there’s only so much I can use you for, pretties…”
Harley dared to trail her fingers down the slopes of Enchantress’s pert breasts, almost but not quite reaching the sensitive nipples just barely concealed by the tawdry chains that seemed more like an extension of her archaic tattoos than real garments.
Digging her fingers just a little into the tenderness of Enchantress’s cleavage, she looked to Kon and beckoned him with her chin. Taking Enchantress by her limp arms, she drew them back and directed Dora with her eyes so the Latina would swing Enchantress more fully onto the mainframe.
This left her perfectly positioned, her legs hanging over the edge of the box, while her upper body was relaxed on top of it.
“You’re starting to turn me on, girlies,” Enchantress said thickly. “But I know you don’t have all it would take to satisfy me. Maybe keep going anyway. It would be an interesting way to die… almost managing to please a goddess…”
“Ah, you wouldn’t go and do a thing like that,” Harley said, winking at Dora. “We’re pals! But say we did actually manage to get you off…”
“And why would you want to do that?” Enchantress asked, not noticing how Dora was pulling her loincloth aside.
“Heck, Chanty, with the faces you make by yourself, your O-face must be something to see! Kon, din-din!”
Enchantress’s exposed pussy was just aroused enough for Kon to smell. He dropped to all fours between her open legs and she felt his facial spikes scrape along her inner thighs, drawing tiny tastes of blood, before his long red tongue came out to greet her sex.
“Oohh!” Enchantress sighed. “W-what’s—what was that?”
Kon’s tongue trawled deeply into her open sex, tasting lavishly, repeating the lick again and again in an desirous rhythm that made Harley’s cunt tingle just seeing it. Enchantress had a perfectly beautiful pussy, luxuriously haired, hot pink painted on the ivory canvas of her groin.
Kon kept licking, back heaving as he drew excited. Enchantress squirmed, tried to wiggle her way free of the continuing sensation—then muttered something senseless and tried to hold her head up, to fully realize what was beyond the shock that had so blunted her wits.
Enchantress strained without coordination, flailing softly at tries to free her arms or bring her feet together. But Harley was holding on tight to both her wrists and Dora clung to an ankle, keeping her from moving it at all. Kon was between her legs and he didn’t care how tight her legs tightened around him, were she even able to move them both.
And Kon wanted more of her taste, got it, lapping hotly and wetly at her pussy with it open to him. Her slot got wetter by the moment, already holding the juicy succulence that would make it so good to fuck.
“What are you doing?” Enchantress gasped. “Some—something is happening to me—you’re making something happen—can’t stand—wait—let go of me—I’ll—oohhh!”
Dora shook, but hung onto her leg, and Harley’s biceps bulged as she forced Enchantress’s wrists to stay up above her head. With Enchantress at the height of her vulnerability, all but giving into Kon’s ministrations, the brute chose now to go from tasting her to feeling her. As much of her as he could wrap around his prick.
His hands came down like hammers, crashing into the mainframe Enchantress was laying on. With his grip embedded in the crushed metal, Kon hauled himself on top of Enchantress.
His erection reached blindly, desperately, for a way inside the decadently soft warmth she offered. It prodded into the crisp curls of her pubic hair, then against the slot still dripping wet from his licking… and from Enchantress’s own beckoning lust.
“Oh dear God!” she cried, looking down in abject fear at the massive endowment Kon had brought to bear on her tiny pussy.
But Kon had no time for her second thoughts and even Enchantress’s own body didn’t humor her reluctance. He dropped between her legs and thrust powerfully inside her. The entire length of his glistening manhood forced its way into Enchantress’s sex, pushing long and deep into the too-small space that sheathed it, straining it for fit his enormous size until his engorged balls came to rest against her quivering ass.
“Go Kon!” Harley cheered. “Show that stuck up bitch she’s still a cock holster at the end of the day! Fuck her! Fuck her!”
Enchantress babbled with shock and awe, wiggled in a half-hearted try at getting loose of the phallus stuffed inside her, then sucked in a rasping breath. Kon pulled away, withdrawing almost entirely from her silken lips, then rammed in the full magnitude of his endowment again. Backed up and once more pounded into her.
Over and over again, Enchantress was hammered into the mainframe. The force of his thrusts didn’t just bend the computer casing out of shape, it shook Enchantress, made her head loll loosely on her shoulders, made her proud breasts jiggle, and her ass flatten against what it was lying on like she was being spanked.
“Oww! Ahhh! He’s killing me! No! Don’t let him fuck me! That big dick, that fucking big dick—he’ll tear me apart! HHGGN!”
Harley hissed into her ear: “It wasn’t too big or too long for me, Chanty! You always thought you were so much better than me—well, now’s your chance to prove it! Show me you can take all of that good, hard dick. Fuck it! Fuck it!”
Enchantress’ lips curled and Kon grunted while he pumped his cock into the shuddering depths of her tender womanhood. She bucked against his next deep thrust and slid away as Kon pulled back for another assault. Her belly heaved and she threw herself up against his next lunge, slapping her crotch onto the never-ending impalement of his maleness.
“That’s it!” Harley whispered cruelly. “Fuck him good, Chanty! He loves that cunt, loves having a nice hot pussy to fuck! Fuck him back! Fuck that big dick like it deserves!”
She let go of Enchantress’s wrists and the woman made no move to put an end to how she was being skewered. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Kon’s midsection—easy when his vast size shoved his shaggy head and broad shoulders feet above her face—and pulled herself onto the next demanding rut of his prick.
“You damn bastard!” she cried. “You big-dicked son of a bitch! I can take it! I’ll take it! I’ll fuck you until that hard cock breaks! Come on, come on, give it to me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ooh! Ahh! Oh, I’m going to come! Make me COOMMEEEE!”
Kon fed his lustful cock into her sopping wet snatch and Enchantress quivered against him, her ass rocking in surging circles. Her head flopped back and she bit her lip, a moan from deep in her throat making it past her gritted teeth. Then her expression went vacant, lips slack, eyes unseeing, as her first orgasm made her too fuck-drunk to continue.
But she was still a source of pleasure to the animal who mated her and that was all that mattered. While Enchantress could only make spastic sounds of enjoyment, Kon continued to rut into her. He would not let this luscious cock-holster go to waste until it had been fully used up.
