To Help Zatanna

“I heard you talking to this clown about having some mystical spunk that can help that magical broad.” The sexy blonde points out. God her accent is sexy

You and Barbara look at each other, wondering where this was going. “Who the hell is he anyway?”

“I’m Shadow. New to the Justice League” you claim proudly. Harley shakes her head chuckling for a bit before turning serious.

“I wanna help Zatanna guys. I used to be a freaking doctor here. Arkham’s been like a second home to me for years, and I ain’t letting some hocus pokus magic girl rip it all down in her need to be so self righteous.”

“So what exactly are you proposing we do?” Barbara asks, realising that they both want the same outcome.

Harley points at you and says, “If it’s true and he’s some mystical spunk, we needa get it outa him and into her, immediately.” She points at Zatanna, who’s slumped over on the floor, fishnet ass sticking up slightly into the air.

“So you want me to fuck Zatanna while she’s out cold?” You ask skeptically, glancing over to the magicians body. Seems like a bad idea, not to mention unethical.

“Of course not, idiot” Harley quips back. “I only knocked her out temporarily. I’m sure a cock in her ass would wake her up real quick. No, we need to withdraw the sperm ourselves and administer it to the patient”

Harley starts removing her jewellery, as Barbara looks at you. You give her a look shrug. “We’re out of time and options. I don’t have any other options. Do you?”

Barbara looks down to the floor, trying to think of another plan, before being interrupted by Harley taking her top off, revealing her bare, pale, C-cup tits to you and Barbara.

“Mister S, the Doctor will now see you” she seductively suggests. You blush and stare at the beautiful blonde and feel the nanobots quickly flood your penis at the sight of the sexy blonde’s body, your now fully erect cock straining against the fabric of the jeans, making your snug fitting pants even more tight.

You and Barbara stare at each other, before staring at Harley’s impressive rack. Perfectly formed, they seem to defy gravity and hold themselves up. Harley playfully laughs at you two and says, “Miss Bats, would you be a dear and assist the doctor with this operation? We need to extract the semen quickly before the patient wakes up.”

Harley drops to her knees and unzips your jeans, yanking them down to your ankles eagerly, before teasingly pulling The silky underpants of yours down too, your cock swinging up and down at full length as it’s free from its tight constraints.

The size of your cock gobsmacks Harley, before physically smacking her in the face, to which she responds to with a giddy, crazy laugh and a kiss on the head. Barbara looks down at Harley, raises an eyebrow and looks back up at you with the same look.