Harley's legs were shaking so badly she almost wobbled mid-air as her bare thighs glistening where Omen's cum had smeared down between them.
She kept her knees tight together to keep from leaking, but a slow trickle still slipped out and streaked along her inner thigh she didn't bother hiding, she smi proudly as she floated beside Power Girl.
The two of them glided over the island, the warm salt breeze in their hair and the golden sunset making the marble of Themyscira glow.
Harley flew just a little ahead, twisting around in the air to grin at her passenger like an overexcited tour guide.
"Alright, Starr, lemme show ya the highlights," she gestured downwards as they passed over the southern gardens, "that there's the knocked-up lounge, all the prime ladies Omen's bred get a nice place to lay around and gossip till they pop, with free massages, belly rubs, rim worship… y'know, the important stuff."
Power Girl glanced down to a dozen Amazons, most of them visibly pregnant, reclined on silk cushions beneath flowering trellises. Some were sipping fruit juice, others getting their feet rubbed by attendants, a few idly fingering themselves while talking.
Next, Harley dipped lower, motioning to a broad training ground. "That's where the fighters keep in shape, Omen likes 'em toned even if he's already knocked 'em up, says watchin' a swollen belly swing a sword is 'art' or some shit."
Down below, topless Amazons sparred with spears and swords, their fat tits bouncing freely with each movement, a few paused to wave up at Harley, who flipped them off, then the Amazons went right back to clashing steel.
They drifted toward the coast, past open-air bathhouses where steam curled into the sky, "And that, P.G, is the fun zone, best spot for watchin' two chicks start off clean and end up rimmin' each other in the shallow end."
Power Girl glanced down, and sure enough, she caught sight of two Amazons pressed together in the water, one kneeling between the other's legs, her head moving with lazy, wet motions.
Another pair nearby were locked in a kiss so deep it looked like they were trying to swallow each other's tongues.
"You really love this place, don't you?" Power Girl asked, her voice somewhere between accusation and curiosity.
Harley grinned wider, "You kiddin'? Before Omen, I thought I knew what fun was. Y'know, robbin' banks, messin' with Bats, bangin' my girlpal whenever we got bored. But here? Doll, the first time I got my mouth around his cock, I knew I'd been wastin' my life." She let her tongue loll out in a mock pant, rolling her eyes back.
"Happiest I've ever been, don't even care about crime no more, the thrill's in my pussy now."
Power Girl tried to look unimpressed, but her gaze wandered again to the streets below, even the servants, women in simple white robes, moved in groups, laughing and chatting as they carried baskets or polished statues.
No fear in their eyes, no cold stares at the pregnant elite, everyone looked… content. It was unsettling, and a little bit magnetic.
Without warning, she blurted, "I really wanna—" She caught herself too late, cheeks heating. "—masturbate, and… blow my ass out—"
Harley barked a laugh, "Honey, you don't gotta be shy 'round me, or any girl in the island, to be honest. I've spent whole days bent over with a toy in my ass, tryin' to see if I could take it to the handle, you talkin' my language."
Power Girl shook her head quickly. "That's not— I just— Forget it."
Harley smirked knowingly, "Sure thing, Power Tits, trust me, once you get the real thing, all that solo shit? Feels like kiddie games."
They finished the loop of the island in silence, Power Girl lost in thought, Harley humming to herself. When Harley finally dropped her off at a set of polished double doors, she gave her a wink.
"Sleep tight, Blondie, or don't, either way, I'm gonna get my back blown and you're gonna be thinkin' about him by morning."
The doors shut behind her, leaving Power Girl alone in her room, big enough to be a royal suite, still feeling the wind from their flight in her hair.
Her eyes drifted to the chest in the corner, and then crossed the room, knelt, and lifted the lid.
Inside, nestled among soft cloth, was the golden monstrosity Harley had shown her last night, an exact, obscene replica of Omen's cock, thick enough that her fingers didn't meet when she wrapped a hand around it.
She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at it as her thighs pressed together involuntarily, a moment later, she was on her knees in the center of the mattress, robe tossed aside, one hand guiding the heavy head of the dildo to her ass.
She'd been stretched before, more than once, but this… this was something else, the wide crown forced her open slowly, her ring aching as it swallowed inch after inch.
Her breathing quickened, and her nipples hardened more than diamonds; her tits swayed as she started to move her hips, riding the toy in slow, deep motions.
She could feel the ridges, the shape, every detail meant to make her think of him, but the cold gold lacked the living heat, the twitch and pulse she craved without even realising it.
She bounced harder, gritting her teeth, her hair sticking to her face as sweat broke across her back and her ass clenched around the toy, but it wasn't enough.
"Fuck…!" she hissed, frustration creeping into her moans.
She pushed herself harder, imagining a weight pressing her down, a voice in her ear telling her to take it deeper, but the fantasy wouldn't stick, she wanted more than her own imagination could give.
She wanted him, over her, inside her, filling her until she couldn't take another drop.
Her climax danced just out of reach, and with a growl, she pulled the toy free from her anus, tossing it aside as her hole twitched, still wide and aching.
She flopped onto her back, breathing hard, tits rising and falling and her skin was hot, her clit throbbing, and her ass still stretched from the effort.
"Yeah," she said to herself, a crooked smile tugging at her lips. "I need the real thing."
Power Girl pushed the robe back over her shoulders, the crimson fabric sliding against her bare skin as she stepped out of her room into the silent marble hall.
The air was cooler at night, the sea breeze coming through the open arches carrying the salt tang and the faint scent of flowers, her bare feet made almost no sound as she walked, and the stitching of the robe brushed her thighs with each step.
She didn't even pretend she had another reason to be awake; she knew where she was going, and she knew what she expected to see.
The corridors were dimly lit by tall oil lamps, their flames swaying, stretching the shadows along the columns as she turned toward the long hall that led to the throne room, the faint, wet, obscene rhythm of flesh on flesh echoing before she even reached the massive doors, a slap and smack followed by a sharper gasp, the rhythm quickening like a song reaching its climax.
She pushed the door open and there it was, exactly what she'd imagined, still, somehow worse... or better, Omen had Harley in a standing full nelson, his hands locked under her arms.
Behind her head, her body stretched and arched so her tits were thrust forward obscenely, each perfect pale globe bouncing with the force of his thrusts, the pink and blue tips of her hair stuck to her sweat-slicked face, her eyes rolled back half-lidded with the kind of bliss that made her look fucked stupid.
Harley's tits moved like they were being pulled on strings, the heavy mounds rising and falling in opposite directions to the violent slamming of Omen's hips into her soaked pussy, every time his cock bottomed out, her ass clapped against him with a meaty smack.
Her nipples were hard enough to look painful, fat and swollen from being sucked earlier, the stiff points catching the lamplight each time she jerked forward.
Kneeling in front of him, Diana had her head tilted up, her dark hair spilling down her shoulders as her lips sealed around one of his balls, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she sucked, her tongue moving in slow, worshipful sweeps that made his heavy sack glisten with spit.
Her hands rested on his thighs like she was steadying herself in the storm of his thrusts, her eyes half-closed in concentration, like this was a prayer.
On the other side, her mother, Queen Hippolyta, was crouched, her regal hair a mess and her face flushed as she dragged her tongue in long, wet strokes along the rim of Omen's ass, her mouth working over the sensitive tendon and the side of his shaft in what could only be described as a ribjob, the tendons in her neck flexing with each pass, her tits swaying heavily beneath her, her hand between her legs moving frantically as she moaned into his skin.
The three of them together made a picture so filthy Power Girl had to pause in the doorway, her thighs instinctively pressing closer, the robe parting slightly to bare more of her leg.
Harley's voice cracked on a moan every time Omen's hips snapped forward, her tits bouncing high then slamming down again as his cock drove into her over and over, the wet slap of her pussy echoed louder now, faster, his grip on her tightening as his massive frame hunched slightly like a predator closing in for the kill.
His breathing deepened, his abs flexed hard, and then he shoved forward one last time, the impact making Harley's whole body jolt and her tits bounce violently, her scream split into ragged moans as his cock pulsed deep inside her.
Power Girl could actually see the ripple in his lower abs as his cum pumped into Harley, the veins along his cock throbbing as his load filled her to the point her stomach visibly pushed outward, the swell growing with every thick rope he dumped into her.
Harley's eyes went wide for a second, her mouth falling open without sound before the moans came back as her toes curled in the air as Omen kept her locked in place, every pulse in his cock adding to the obscene swell of her belly, until she looked half a month pregnant in less than a minute.
When he finally let her drop, she hit the polished marble like dead weight, her knees buckling under her.
Her body folded forward until her tits flattened against the floor, her pussy still drooling thick, white cum that oozed in heavy strings down the insides of her thighs, her belly still bloated and twitching with aftershocks, she lay there gasping and shaking, one hand lazily cupping a tit while the other tried weakly to rub her clit, too overstimulated to get more than a few circles in before collapsing again.
Diana and Hippolyta moved in without hesitation, Diana's tongue immediately darting to Harley's thigh to lap at the spill of cum leaking down, her mother pressing in from the other side, her lips parting to suck up the mess directly from Harley's swollen pussy.
It was only then that Omen turned his head toward the door, his gaze landing on Power Girl like he'd known she was there all along, "You came here for something," he said, as if the scene in front of him was no more than a board meeting.
Power Girl stepped further into the room, keeping her chin up despite the heat in her face, "I… couldn't sleep," she lied easily, even as her eyes flicked once to the thick mess dripping off Harley's thigh.
Harley, still lying in a daze, let out a laugh, her voice wrecked but clear enough, "Bullshit… she came here lookin' like she wanted her ass wrecked," she tilted her head back toward Omen with a grin, "Look at her, boss, she's got that 'fuck me 'til I can't walk' face."
Diana smirked faintly without looking up, her tongue still tracing along Harley's thigh, "She's not wrong," she murmured between licks.
Omen stepped over Harley without a second glance, each footstep slow until he stopped just a breath away from Power Girl, his height matching hers, but his presence somehow making him feel bigger.
"You want a night of fun," he said, not asking, just stating it like he already knew the answer, "no compromise."
Her mouth opened, the lie halfway formed, but then she glanced down past him to Harley, still squirming under the double attention of Diana and Hippolyta, her body twitching every time one of them sucked harder, her face satisfied in a way that made Power Girl's thighs clench harder, she swallowed, meeting his eyes again.
"Yeah," she said finally, "I do."
The smirk deepened, his hand coming up to hook a finger under the edge of her robe, tugging it open just enough to let the fabric slide off her shoulder, baring the top curve of one massive breast.
"Good," he said simply, his gaze raking down her body like he was mentally mapping out how he was going to use every inch of it, "then you're mine for the night."