Hercules

To anyone peeping up in the sky, it would've been one heck of a puzzling sight; rather, a strange non-sight. There was clearly something in the sky tearing through the clouds like a freight train and making a racket that'd wake the dead, yet there wasn't a thing to lay eyes on. Why? Well, 'cuz after having hijacked Wonder Woman's body and memories, Harley had taken the reins of her invisible jet too.

-Man, I thought that was just one of Psycho's drunken ramblings!- Harley quipped, eyeing up the cockpit. First off, she was sitting in a jet; second, she was piloting it; third, it was a freaking invisible jet! No, not from the inside, that'd be downright weird.

Aniwae, with all those levers and shiny buttons, Harley's fingers were itching for some action. She felt like a kid in a candy store.

-What's this?- She poked at a button. Cockpit door, Diana's mind chimed in. Uff, laaaameee!

-And that?-. Aircraft ramp. Yawnsville.

-Ooohhh, and this red button here?-. Pilot expulsion. Do not touch it.

Diana's face twisted in a devious smirk. That was really, really, reaaaaaally tempting. She lifted the glass lid and got ready to push it, but then remembered she was supposed to be flying this thing, not getting flung out of it. Manual cross-country flights weren't exactly her idea of a thrill ride.

-Mpf!- She slouched back, finger poised to dig for gold. Actually, the real perk of this ride was something else entirely...

She flicked away the booger and punched in a sequence of buttons like she's swinging her bat. A mechanical voice echoed through the cabin: 'Automatic Pilot Activated'.

"Perfect.".

She dropped her waistline again, fingers finally free to play with the only "buttons" they're allowed to. Soon, giggles turned into moans as she relished the sensations of her stolen bod getting all hot and bothered.

"I freaking love these knockers!" She thought, squeezing, pinching, and fondling away. Sure, she'd always been proud of her ample B-cups, but these D-cups? The supplest pair she'd ever laid hands on!

"And she thinks they're a hassle in fights! Heh, hope she never hears about breast reduction...".

Pants dropped, a lick to her palm, and she was off to the races, ravaging that borrowed kitty. Her screams echoed through the cabin, a really indecorous situation for a top-tier hero like Wonder Woman, patron saint of empowered ladies. Harley's sorely tempted to flip on the pilot-visibility mode, an old feature that'd make any lifeform inside the jet visible from the outside; oh, the old Harley would've totally done it, exposing poor Diana to public indecency and perpetual shame.

But where her morals say "nope," imagination steps in. She pictures folks on the ground, looking up to see the world's most popular heroine getting jiggy in the air, fingers buried in her snatch and the other hand squeezing her majestic udders, eyes closed and face flushed in ecstasy, until-

-AAAAHH!!!- Harley burst out, back arching and toes curling in a mind-blowing climax. She remained like this, tensed, tongue hanging out, before flopping onto the chair, panting hard.

Couldn't say if it was the thrill of being in someone else's skin or the divine mojo pumping through it, but damn, she'd never felt this good in her own bod, not even close. But that joyride hadn't quenched her thirst, not by a long shot. Luckily, she noticed the plane's starting its descent.

Harley smirked, fixed her threads and hair, and stepped out of the jet, landing in a clearing in the woods.

"It's showtime, bitch.".

It's just a short stroll to her destination: a lone cabin, where a burly man's chopping wood. Jeans, flannel shirt, beard, and a scowl, he could pass for any woodsman; except, he's splitting logs three at a time with one swing.

He was going for Paul Jackson, but the truth was that the man in front of Harley was no one else but Hercules, the Greek champion of myths. He'd normally have been way out of Harley's league, as she was simply a Gothamite psychiatrist who fell for a lunatic with a bad sense of humor, and that guy there was the prototype for any superhero in the world, but today? He was the perfect candidate for her, ahem, supernatural needs.

Hercules frowned seeing Diana (or who he thought was Diana) approaching with a sly grin on her face. He planted the axe on the log, eyes dead serious.

-The last time an Amazon came here, it didn't end up well for me.- Hercules let out with a resigned tone. He was referring, as Harley had already gleaned from Wonder Woman's memories, to Grail, Darkseid's daughter, who gave him a proper beatdown and send him to the afterlife. Eventually, Diana managed to free his soul, and you know how stuff goes with demigods, they didn't stay dead for too long.

-Why are you here?- He asked, his expression weathered yet wary.

-Mmm... let's play a guessing game, shall we?- Harley mused, eyeing him up and down. Dang, she could see his abds even like this...

-I see.- Hercules responded, clearly not picking up what she was putting down: -I can imagine what your mother told you about me. Look, I don't expect you to believe me, but what I did...-.

-That's right.- 'Diana' cut him off: -I'm here to restore the honor of my Amazon sisters, as the one and only Princess of Themyscira! Today, your... transgressions will be answered for. So, whip out that armor, handsome!- she finished with a chuckle, barely holding back her laughter.

Hercules sighed, knowing there was no talking his way out of this. In the blink of an eye, his clothes transformed into Greek armor, complete with a kilt and a belt around his waist. Harley couldn't help but wonder if Hippolyta still had a thing for him, considering she made her daughter wear a female version of his armor.

But, back to business. She picked up the pace, stopping right in front of him, his towering frame casting a shadow over her petite form. She could barely contain the urge to lick her lips in anticipation. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Harley looked up at him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Hercules peered down at her, his expression serious, probably expecting her to make the first blow.

Well, he wasn't wrong. She was planning to blow him, alright.

With a sudden push, she toppled him onto the log, straddling his legs and locking her lips onto his. Hercules let out a startled noise, and Harley seized the opportunity to slip her tongue into the mix. Finally, Hercules pushed her away, confusion written all over his face.

-What are you doing, Diana??- He exclaimed.

-What? Didn't I say I wanted to even the score?- She snickered, settling herself comfortably on his thighs: -Since you violated my mother, it's only fair that I get to return the favor now, to restore her purity... though consensual sex would be a lot nicer, wouldn't you agree?-.

-Have you got out of your mind? T-This can't be the truth!- Hercules stammered.

A scowl flickered across Harley's features as she flawlessly mimicked Wonder Woman's irritation: -Are you seriously suggesting that I, the beacon of Justice and Truth, am lying? I thought you were ready to own up to your mistakes!-.

She leaned in closer, her body pressing against his kilt. She grinned, feeling exactly what she had hoped for.

-Well, it seems like someone's not being honest with themselves here.- She teased.

-I, I... no, this can't be happening!- He attempted to push her away, but she held her ground, her strength easily overpowering his feeble attempts.

-What's the matter, Hercules? Oh, I see. Is it because we're half-siblings? Well, that just adds to the excitement, doesn't it, stepbro~? Mmm... come on, be a good big brother and help your needy little stepsis out...- She purred, her eyes dripping with sweetness.

-Diana, I can't... this is...- He stuttered, his mouth hanging open. Harley decided to cut through the hesitation, swiftly drawing her lasso and wrapping it around his arm.

-Now, the Lasso of Truth compels you, big bro~! Tell me, are you excited about getting it on with me~?- She demanded.

The lasso glowed. Hercules clenched his jaw, unable to resist answering.

-Yes.- He muttered. Harley's grin widened, adjusting her position to accentuate her cleavage even more.

-And... are you looking forward to playing with these fun bags here~?- She asked, giving a good squeeze to her goods.

After a brief struggle, he relented: -Yes.-

-And...- She leaned in closer, her lips almost touching his as she whispered: -Considering you've already had your way with my mother, aren't you eager to give the younger model a spin this time around~?-.

If demigods could have heart attacks, Hercules's heart would've exploded right then and there.

-Yes.- His voice came out as a whimper. Harley released the lasso, cupping his head in her hands and bringing their foreheads together.

-If you want, we can pretend I'm your daughter this time, stepbro~. Can I call you daddy~~~?-.

Harley! Harleen protested vehemently in her head.

Groan. Ok, a bit too much.

She sealed their intentions with another kiss, this time finding no resistance, though the guy remained passive throughout. Harley pulled back, a thin strand of saliva still connecting their faces. Fuck, she was so damn horny.

She slid off him, dropping to her knees on the grass. With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, she lifted his skirt and yanked down his jockstrap, revealing his member.

Harley quipped, giving his shaft a playful tug, then pulling back his foreskin. Without further ado, she took him into her mouth. Hercules's dick wasn't anything extraordinary in terms of size or girth, especially for someone known as the epitome of virility, but it was hard as a rock. Harley began to bob back and forth, her stolen black mane bouncing with her movements. She alternated between thrusts and intense suckings, using her tongue to swirl around him.

Hercules held his breath, finally letting out a moan as Harley looked up into his eyes and pushed deeper. In no time, she was deep-throating him, taking his entire length into her mouth, gurgling noises vibrating around him. She had to pull back soon, Diana's poor gag reflex falling short of Harley's expectations. Still, she continued to tease the tip, sucking it between her lips for a few more seconds.

-Diana... this... this isn't like you...- He panted. Harley giggled, knowing he had no idea just how right he was. She then slid his glistening member along her face, the tip resting on her right eye as she gave it a deep sniff before planting kisses on his testicles.

-By the beard of Zeus!- He cursed, grabbing his member and stroking it furiously, his face flushed with desire. Harley bit her lip, pleased to have broken through his resistance. Standing up, she dropped her panties and positioned herself over him, pressing her boobs against his face as she rubbed her slit against his throbbing cock in a teasing motion, a wicked chuckle escaping her lips.

Harley lowered herself onto him, gasping as her wetness enveloped his throbbing member. Hercules's hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he sucked and bit her breasts, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her body. With each bounce on the demigod's cock, she felt a rush of sensation, like being thrown into that vat of chemicals all over again, only this time with explosions of pleasure instead of corrosive acid.

After a few minutes of intense fucking, Hercules finally reached his climax, flooding her pussy with his hot cum. Harley's eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. Was Diana's body always this sensitive? Or was it the thrill of hijacking it to have unprotected sex with her half-hated-half-brother? Harley didn't know, and frankly, she didn't care. Hercules's average size was more than made up for by his stamina and vitality, which seemed undiminished even after he'd just emptied his balls inside her. She'd have gladly borne his children if it meant experiencing that kind of knockout pleasure every time.

The Greek hero groaned as Harley continued to ride him, until she felt another spurt soaking her; then, even his strength waned, and she had to stand up, watching his limp penis sag against the log. Cum dripped from her pussy onto the grass, and with a wicked grin, she reached between her legs to collect some droplets on her fingertips, bringing them to her mouth.

"Juicy." She thought.

Hercules was panting, clearly exhausted. It seemed he hadn't been this worn out since his 12 Labours. He looked at 'Diana' with fatigue and regret, struggling to form words.

-No one... no one has to know...-.

Harley beamed internally, exactly the response she was hoping for: -That's right, brother! But I hope you're not thinking it's over yet; in fact, I still got to be satisfied.-.

-W-What? But, I...- He trailed off, glancing down at his spent member, but Harley chuckled.

-Oh, but there are other ways to please a woman!- She spread her legs and stretched open her pussy, letting more fluid pour out. Hercules's eyes widened in realization.

-No! I refuse such a thing!-.

Harley raised an eyebrow. Really? Fragile masculinity, like, right now? Aw, 'hun, ya really blew it!

-Well, if you won't give in nicely...- Her hand moved swiftly, lassoing him around his torso, neck, and wrists. With a tug, she **** him to his knees. Hercules lifted his confused face, gasping at the sight of Wonder Woman's vagina right before his eyes.

-It's time to pay off your debt~- She teased. Here look at that: not only she had found a good fuck, providing Diana's neglected body with some old-school pleasure, but she was also helping Wonder Woman bring vengeance—er, justice—to the former tormentor of her people; a win-win in every sense.

She could hear Harleen's sighs in her head, something about an eye for an eye not being a hero's code and yadayada, but she was more focused on Hercules's faint grunts.

-Come one, I know you want it. The Lasso compels you to be honest with yourself! Now... lick my pussy, you filthy animal!-.

Some minutes later, a more than delighted smile flashed on Diana's possessed face, while Hercules was wiping off her squirt and his own sperm from his beard. Harley donned back her uniform, cleared her throat, and regained her composure.

-Very well, brother. We shall consider concluding our deals and I... uhm... I'll even pretend not to remember this little encounter of ours next time we meet.- Then, she added with a giggle: -Unless I change my mind, of course. See you, puddin'!- she took off without further ado, leaving him amidst the grass, and re-entered 'her' invisible plane.

Back in the pilot's seat, Harley let out a contented laughter.

-Fuck, I so needed this! And even Diana... girl, we need to talk about your sexual life, once I get tired of wearing your body.-.

That said, she flew back to Gotham. Break time was over, she still had a city to protect.