In a total surprise to everybody, Harley and Ivy are a couple.

He pulled out and watched for his creampie, wondering if he would be able to see it against her white skin. While Ivy lay sprawled on the couch, Harley came down from her own high and chuckled. “Yeah, I know, I know. Boys are just playthings for the great Poison Ivy.” She slid to the floor and crawled between Ivy’s legs (and unknowingly between Brandon’s once he stood to let her in). “Girls, however…”

Ivy smiled back and brushed red hair away from her face. “Now, Harley, what would the Joker say if he found out how much fun we had together?”

“I thought we weren’t talkin’ about him.” Harley extended her tongue and flicked the tip against Ivy’s clitoris. “But if you need an amulet to have a little fun, I understand.”

Ivy laid her hand on Harley’s head, between the yellow pigtails. “We’ve never needed one before, have we?”

“Not even a little,” Harley clicked her tongue and buried her face in Ivy’s sperm-soaked pussy.

Brandon moved the coffee table out of the way and took his place behind Harley, where the acrobat’s slender ass wagged heedless of the man staring at it. He, like many single men in Gotham with access to the Internet, had assumed Harley and Ivy were an item ever since they’d first appeared together in public, the same way they assumed Supergirl and Batgirl were a thing, or Batwoman and Wonder Woman, or really any two or more moderately attractive female superheroes or villains who stood next to each other for more than ten seconds. The amulet had done a great job in making some of those fantasies into temporary reality, but this? This was actual reality. Harley and Ivy were lovers, and suddenly all those costumed porn videos became worthless compared to the real thing he knew was taking place—and had been for a while—a few bus rides away.

The only thing that could make their sapphic arrangement better was the inclusion of a man to give them what they needed, and luckily they had one even if they didn’t know it. He spread Harley’s cheeks, taking a gander at the tight pussy he’d once filled while its owner stood handcuffed to a table. It was possible he’d already left his mark, and the Joker was one pregnancy test away from gaining a stepson. But it never hurt to be sure, and he pushed his cock into Harley’s cunt and began his second attempt at knocking her up.

Harley screamed into Ivy’s pussy, and a bubble of air escaped from the tight seal her mouth made, splatting droplets of jizz all across one cheek. He shoved her forward, fucking Ivy by proxy through Harley’s tongue, and smacked Harley’s ass until it turned redder than the panties she’d left on the sofa. Her insides clung to him, already slick from masturbation and ready to fulfill their biological purpose. With a shapely ass rippling after every thrust, a pale redhead practically shaking with delight, and the delicious sounds of lesbian pussy eating to accompany him, he had to dig his nails into his palm to keep from finishing early and ending the impossible scene.

“Geez, Red, you’re super-wet today!” Harley pulled herself free for a moment, speaking through lips covered in the same semen her womb was about to taste. “Maybe you do get off thinking about Bats.”

“N-no! No, it must be something else. Keep going.” Ivy rubbed her bud with her fingertip while Harley returned to her task. “You’re just that good at it. What have you been learning in prison?”

“Well, I’m only sayin’, my cell neighbor was Sappho Stars.”

“Sapphire.”

“Look, she can make her stripper name whatever she wants, as long as she lets me borrow those boots once in a mmph!” Her eyes went wide when Brandon grabbed her head and mashed her face back into Ivy’s cunt, but her screams of surprise excited Ivy more and soon changed into screams of pleasure. He grabbed her hands and pulled them back, forcing her to arch her back at an angle that dragged her harder against his dick. She stared up at Ivy with the same lust Ivy used to stare back, and their loving gaze was the final straw. He shouted and filled Harley’s pussy, impregnating her within minutes of her girlfriend and partner, and all three of them trembled as a mild shared orgasm passed over the group.

Harley climbed up Ivy’s body, draping herself on her pale lover. Her hips rested on Ivy’s thigh as they kissed, and the cum dripping out mixed with the load she had spread with her mouth. “Thank’s for breakin’ me out of jail.”

“Any time.” Ivy patted Harley’s head, though her other hand had already drifted to Harley’s chest, where it gave her neglected nipples some attention. Harley cooed and ran her fingers down Ivy’s arm, and they continued to fondle and please each other while Brandon watched until his dick caught its breath and rose for a third round.