Chapter Forty: Interact and Discover.
Harry sent Daphne on her way. He had a sense someone was watching him during this entire encounter, and given how much Daphne asked for a huge pounding, Harry had a feeling whoever played voyeur, enjoyed it. The green-eyed sorcerer took a few paces to the left before he almost bumped into Kara.
"Harry, good morning," Kara said.
"You're in a pretty cheerful mood today," Harry said.
Kara dressed in a nightdress which came down and was a bit transparent. Harry could see certain parts of her amazing body, and it took a little bit of self-control not to drag Kara into the bedroom, and have some fun with her right now. She was beautiful, and Harry had a very strong pull towards her.
"Well, I've been talking with my cousin, and she's been telling me about life on Earth, and I've been telling her about life on Krypton," Kara said. "She's been telling me about this amazing thing called the Internet as well. Didn't know that the humans had anything like the Galactic Network, but I guess it's a more primitive model. It works though."
While the technology on Earth could be considered stone age for Krypton standards at best, Kara conceded there were some brilliant minds on this planet, and a lot of potential as well. Kara motioned for Harry to join her on the couch. Harry sat down next to Kara. Kara put a hand on Harry's shoulder and smiled.
"I had a dream about you last night," Kara said.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Kara. Kara smiled and put her feet up on the couch, very close to Harry's lap. Had they edged a little bit closer, they would have been draped over Harry's leg. Harry looked at her long legs, and beautiful feet, imagining what they would feel like wrapped around him.
"Oh, was it a good dream?" Harry asked.
"Yes, a very good dream," Kara said, smiling. "And I was very happy when I woke up. You know, Daphne told me some things, and I wonder….I wonder if she could be right. I get dreams which might not be dreams at all, they might be memories."
Harry just smiled and leaned a bit closer towards Kara. Now, Kara's legs draped over Harry's lap and smiled, when looking at Harry. Those legs, which were beautiful, and stretched on for miles.
"That's the funny thing about dreams," Harry said. He lightly put a hand on Kara's knee, and Kara didn't even flinch. She just smiled. "They can hold a lot of answers. Including the ones that should be right underneath your nose."
Kara just smiled and looked Harry directly in the eye. It was obvious she was up to something.
"So, did you and Daphne have fun last night?" Kara asked. "Claire and I could hear her screaming from the Farmhouse. I actually ran over and thought she might be trouble. And I stayed for a little bit to make sure….well, she could handle it herself, as it turned out."
The mischievous blonde shifted a little bit, grinding the back of her leg against Harry's crotch, which caused Harry to groan in response. He reached over and grabbed Kara.
"So, you've been a naughty girl, haven't you, Kara?"
"I knew what you were doing," Kara said. "They outlawed actual physical coitus years ago on Krypton, saying it's illogical."
"And you're supposed to be an advanced race," Harry said.
"We can be pretty illogical when we want to be," Kara responded with a shrug. "The point is, despite natural births being the strongest, they created Birthing matrixes to breed their children for a certain purpose in the world. There were still some who went against the Kryptonian edict, and my parents were one of them. I always felt a little different. Everyone had been born for a purpose, while I…well I could do whatever I wanted. Claire was the same way, and one of Kryptonian's greatest generals was a natural birth."
"Zod?" Harry asked.
The blonde confirmed the answer to this statement a nod.
"Yes, he went a bit mad at the end, but unfortunately, that seemed to go along with the territory," Kara responded a few seconds later. "The point is, you do remind me of him, at least Zod before he went completely insane. And there were all kinds of rumors he sent his DNA to this Earth, preparing for the perfect human female vessel. The Science Council grilled him for a very long time."
"Hmm, did they ever prove it?" Harry asked.
"They couldn't," Kara said. "My mother, Jor-El, and Zod worked together before then, well, until the Argo Valley incident caused Zod to lose his mind, and try and overthrow the council. Not quite sure what he saw there. People were discouraged to go near the Argo valley."
Kara pulled herself away from Harry.
"I'd really like to get to know you better," Kara said. "And maybe….."
Kara heard Lana and Chloe stirring from upstairs. Maybe, they could do this later, as Kara promised she would be joining Claire, Lana, and Chloe for lunch. The three of them were heading back to school next week, and there were arrangements being made for Kara to join them. She thought human education might be an experience, to at least try and do. And speaking of education, she wanted to really learn something from Harry.
"Maybe we should do this another time," Kara suggested. "Claire should be coming soon."
In a blink of an eye, the Kryptonian Survivor zipped off. Seconds later, Kara returned, dressed in a black tank top and a pair of blue jeans which fit her nicely. Kara wished there had been a mirror here to see how she properly looked.
"So, how do I look?"
"Amazing," Harry said.
"Thanks."
Kara leaned down and snagged a quick kiss from Harry, before going off, to see if Claire was the one at the door. She opened the door and saw it was not Claire. Still, a beautiful woman, even though that beautiful woman was not her cousin, and Kara was very curious as to why she was here.
"Hello, is Harry here?"
"Harry, there's someone here to see you."
Harry turned around and saw Shado standing at the door.
"Shado, what brings you to Smallville?" Harry asked.
The woman smiled and looked from Harry to Kara. She was not surprised Harry found another one. Three of the medallions, other than Harry's of course, had been located, and their rightful holders, had been given. There were three more medallions out there.
"Do you mind if we take a walk?" Shado asked. "This shouldn't take more than about five or ten minutes, and I'll bring Harry right back."
"Don't worry about it," Kara said. "As long as it takes Lana and Chloe to get ready, it will likely be about five to ten minutes right now. I don't know what it is about Earth girls and their inability to get ready and up out of bed in a timely manner."
"Not all of us have your super speed," Harry said.
"True," Kara agreed. "But, you are still joining us for breakfast, aren't you?"
Now it was Harry's turn to step over to Kara, lean towards her, and wrap his arms around her. He gave Kara a nice, long kiss which caused the blonde to be surprised. She could have pulled away from Harry's tight embrace at any time but did not choose not to. And in the end, why would she pull away from Harry? This kiss stimulated her mind and rocked all of Kara's senses.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Harry turned around and left Kara in a very obvious daze when preparing to walk out. Shado walked up the path and looked like she was enjoying the beauty of Smallville. And the town was rather stunning, to be perfectly honest. Harry could not get enough of some of the sights and more importantly some of the sounds of this particular area.
"I've found another one," Shado said. "Another medallion, at least it was rumored to be sighted in Smallville last. Have you heard of Atlantis?"
"You mean the mysterious lost city?" Harry asked. "It's not a myth."
Harry was not surprised Atlantis was not a myth, to be perfectly honest. Shado leaned closer towards Harry and responded with nod.
"They previously had an outpost, right here in Smallville," Shado said. "I'm going to assume there's still some hint of it being here. And maybe it will lead us to the Merfolk medallion and maybe even the rightful holder of the medallion."
Harry nodded, he did hope as well. Shado looked more urgent thought than ever, and looked Harry straight in the eye, smiling, and grabbing onto his hand.
"There have also been rumored HIVE involvement in the area," Shado said.
Given the fact that Harry had not been able to prove the demise of Damien Darhk in one way or another, it just seemed obvious HIVE might be still left. From what he heard, Ruve had been very helpful with helping Talia and her Elite Guard collecting HIVE's assets, with Talia keeping the woman on a short leash.
'She's well taken care of,' Nyssa chimed in. 'Talia rewards compliance, just as much as she punishes disobedience. Ruve has learned to toe the line.'
'I'm certain she has,' Sara thought.
'So, are you two enjoying France?' Harry asked.
'A bit too much, actually,' Sara thought. 'As much as it hurts to pull away from all of this, we might have to return shortly. The crypt of one of my followers, well one of the White Canaries followers, she's been disturbed, and I'm concerned someone has been possessed.'
'Thanks for the heads up,' Harry thought. 'I'll keep a look on for anyone suspicion.'
He turned back to the conversation at hand with Shado.
"I'll be looking out for anything odd," Harry said. "It's good to see you again, and I know both you and your sister were working hard. You both deserve to be rewarded for your tireless efforts."
"Mei would appreciate the reward, even though she keeps her emotions tightly sealed more than I do," Shado said. "I don't want to keep you from your breakfast though."
Shado leaned in closer and stole one kiss from Harry. She had a couple of contacts in Smallville to take a closer look at, and there was an implied statement she would catch up Harry on any information, the moment she knew something.
Harry thought things were interesting, especially if there was another medallion holder in Smallville. The plot, as they said, started to thicken.
Rochelle Wilson slowly opened her eyes. The last thing she remembered, she and her friends had been separated, when Mr. Toad's crony told her she was going to get something special for being such a great customer. Rochelle didn't think anything of it at the time.
Now, Rochelle had been strapped to a table, with this hideous opera music playing in the background, and her head throbbing something fierce, Rochelle thought she might have made a huge mistake trusting someone like this. She realized her clothes had been stripped off, and her body had been covered in nothing other than a very transparent hospital gown.
"Relax, my child, just relax. It will be over soon."
Rochelle's arm snapped back against the table, and she could see a man dressed in a pure white butcher's smock, coated with blood. The more prominent his face came into light, the more freaked out Rochelle became. The man had a pig mask on and had dead looking eyes from the other side, which were more creepy than the blood-soaked smock.
She tried to scream, but the poor girl had been too terrified to even muster the effort to scream. Rochelle settled for a whimper.
"So, beautiful on the inside, but yet, so flawed on the outside," the creepy man said. "Your skin, you have a scar from when you were younger, don't you? You had a really bad break in your ankle as well, and you don't really walk as fast as someone as vibrant as you should. You are in pain, and you turn to other….other things to mask that pain."
The creepy man lightly pushed a hand on the girl's face.
"Your jaw is not properly aligned either," Pyg said. "Let me fix it."
Pyg grabbed her by the jaw and cracked it. Pain shot through Rochelle's body and caused the girl's screams to echo even louder in the lab, even though no one could hear her.
"Hush, darling, hush. It will be fine. I will make you beautiful, just like I made them all beautiful."
Rochelle heard in the news, several teenagers disappearing over the past few months, but thought nothing of it. It happened to them, it wasn't happening to her, so who cared. This was happening to her, and she was scared to death.
"I want my mother," Rochelle whimpered.
"Your new family awaits, you don't need any ties of your past life, not when you're perfect," the man in the pig mask snorted. "Look at them, my flawed friend."
Several women and a few men, dressed in in white turned up. They had waxy facemasks on, dressed in robes. They moved in a very robotic and very stiffening fashion. They looked rather inhumane, almost like they moved in unison.
"What happened to them?"
"I made them better," the man said. "Just like I can make you better. You are nothing, but broken, but Pyg can make you better. Pyg can make you great again. Toad help Pyg find new subjects, and Pyg give Toad funding from Worker Bees, to make more drug."
The words did not make any sense to Rochelle who shook in horror. Something stabbed in the side of her neck, and she screamed before feeling no more pain. Everything entered a blissful state of unawareness, and Rochelle's body started to shake madly when she had been hooked to the table.
"Slowly, slowly descend, and let Pyg help. Pyg always helps."
A buzzing in the earpiece Harry had for emergency sake pulled him away, and he turned it on.
"Yes?" Harry asked.
"It's me," Mia said. "I have to talk to you, and I need your honest opinion on something. I think another one of my past sins has come back to haunt me."
"What?" Harry asked. "You're going to have to tell me, so I can figure out how to deal with this, but I have some news to tell you as well."
"What?" Mia asked.
"Your sister, she's alive," Harry said. "I met her, and…well she was a bit cold when I mentioned you at first."
"And I don't blame her at all," Mia said. "Did some come around or are you still working on her?"
"I just explained to her the circumstances of what happened," Harry said. "She still isn't too happy about it, but she wants to have the conversation with you. And she's working on getting ahold of your mother, so, expect a family reunion to come along soon. You did want to find them."
"I really should have just put you on the job from the beginning," Mia said. "So, how is my sister?"
"She's grown up nicely," Harry said. "She's very feisty as well, and she practically shoved her tongue down my throat a couple of days ago."
"Thanks, thanks for that," Mia said, sound a bit sullen. "You know, it's hard to reconcile the fact, that she was barely school age when I saw her last, and now she's snogging with boys. Especially, you….but I'm really not surprised….she has good taste, I guess."
"You guess?" Harry asked. "You think I'm an ogre or something?"
"No, no, nothing like that," Mia said. "As I said, that time on the AMAZO, it did a lot of damage to me, more than even what you can heal. You're very handsome Harry, but I'm just not attracted to you, or anyone really. It's really hard to explain. And I'm sure my sister will enjoy the experience as well."
"Are you upset about this?" Harry asked.
"I've….well, I don't know," Mia admitted. "I mean, it's weird, maybe I'm the one that's weird."
"You're just unique," Harry said.
"Calling someone unique is a politically correct way of calling someone weird, and you know it, Harry Potter," Mia said. She just shook her head on the other end of the phone and sighed. "The point is, I can see why Hailey would be attracted to you, and while a lot of other women would be attracted to you. It's just….I feel no sexual spark for anyone or anything. You're the closest, but I don't know."
Harry had a feeling that she was terrified about the thought of physical intimacy, and had just tap-danced around it. To be honest, Harry wasn't going to pressure her, because Mia seemed relatively accepting of that fact.
"You're just asexual," Harry said.
"Right, that's what I am," Mia said. "Sex does make the world go around, and I guess that's not my purpose in life but….never mind. You found Hailey, and that's good. I'd really like to meet with her, and my mother…."
"Your mother is currently on a trip, according to Hailey, but she'll be back as soon as she can," Harry said. "So, what's the news you called me for in the first place?"
Harry could tell instantly that Mia was very glad to be steered away from this very awkward conversation, although she was only slightly less pleased talking about this than she was about the entire being asexual thing.
"Professor Pyg," Mia said. "I've done a very bad thing, and I've helped recommend test subjects for him, from the AMAZO in the past."
"You're going to have to get me up to speed a bit more," Harry said. "Professor Pyg, did you say?"
"Yes, his real name is Lazio Valentin, and he's very disturbed," Mia said. "He says he fixes deformities, but….I've seen some of his work. And it's disturbing. And Ivo and I hand selected some people off of the ship to be fixed, and they were never seen again. And now he's continuing his work, in Starling City."
Harry had a feeling this guy was pretty disturbing if everything Mia said was true.
"Rose, Liv, and Gwen are on a mission in Starling City," Mia said.
"Do you think you can send me the specifications for their mission?" Harry asked.
"Not sure that Waller will be too happy about that," Mia said. "But, fine, I'll send them over."
Harry looked and Mia sent over the resource on the portable device that Harry borrowed from ARGUS. He looked at the information and the looks of pictures of the people who had been found mutilated.
"Those are the failures," Mia said. "I have a feeling his successes are more grotesque. I haven't shared any of this with Liv, Rose, or Gwen…do you think I should?"
"Just follow your heart, Mia," Harry said.
"Right," she responded a few seconds later. "Let me know where Hailey and Mum want to meet if they can get it together. I'll be waiting for them."
Harry hoped the family reunion would go well, and he hoped that Pyg would be shut down. Someone like that was very dangerous. He decided to take out a phone and dial a number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Laurel, how are you doing?" Harry asked.
"Harry, it's good to talk to you," Laurel said, brightening up. "Is there something wrong? Is it Sara, or is it someone else?"
"Actually, I want to know what you know about Mr. Toad's Wild Ride," Harry said.
"You mean the drug, don't you? "Laurel asked. "It's been giving the Starling City Police Department fits, as when they shut down one production plant, several more cropped up. And there have been several past buyers who have disappeared, and never returned."
"That's because they've been kidnapped and experimented on by someone who calls himself Professor Pyg," Harry said. "The point is, some friends of mine, they're in the area, on a mission, and they might have run into trouble. Do you think the Black Canary can handle giving me a hand in backing them up?"
"Maybe she can," Laurel agreed. "Are you going to meet me there?"
No sooner did Laurel say those words, Harry had been standing next to her in her apartment. Laurel turned around and smiled at Harry.
"Well, that was sudden," Laurel responded a moment or so later.
"I think I can manage," Harry said.
Gwen crawled into the vent of the penthouse and dropped down onto the ground. She took a moment to look around, and so far the coast was clear. She didn't see too many guards. She did see boxes and boxes of crates. Gwen dropped down from the ceiling and looked over.
"Mr. Toad's Wild Ride and this looks to be the mother load of it," Gwen said. "Are you two in?"
One of the guards clicked a gun behind Gwen, who turned around slowly.
"What are you doing here?" the guard asked.
"I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Woman, making sure you haven't been doing anything too illegal," Gwen said. "It looks like you've been selling these drugs. Don't you people remember DARE?"
Two of the guards pointed their guns at Gwen. She just smiled and looked towards them. The door opened up and an arrow shot out, catching one of the guards in the back of the leg. Gwen fired a strand of webbing over and jumped up, to drop down on the back of the head of the guard, smashing him down onto the ground.
Rose jumped into the battle and a third guard tried to sound the alarm. Rose blocked the guard's hand and twisted it around. The guard flipped down onto the ground, with Rose snapping the arm back and taking him all the way down to the ground.
An explosive device slid underneath one of the crates, and Rose looked over her shoulder. "Everyone stand clear!"
Everyone did stand clear when the crates blew up. Rose, Liv, and Gwen stepped back. Someone moved down the steps, hand over his heads, and briefcase dangling over said hands. A line of webbing shot out and ensnared the man around the ankle before pulling him down the stairs.
"Please don't hurt me," the whimpering man said. "I'll tell you anything you want."
"Tell us where to find Pyg," Gwen said.
"WHY?"
"He's been kidnapping teenagers and experimenting on them, and you want to ask why?" Liv asked. She pointed the arrow at the top of the head of the goon who shivered. "You've failed this city, every moment you continue to harbor a monster like Pyg. You are lower than trash."
"Show some mercy," the goon said, shuddering in response.
"Mercy?" Liv asked. "You dare ask for mercy after all you've done."
The arrow fired into the ground and came inches away from hitting the side of the scientist's neck.
"Fine, fine, he's across the street, in the lab downstairs, he's conducting his experiments there," the scientist responded. "Don't say I didn't warn you that he will kill you, and harvest your organs."
Rose picked up the slimy scientist and hurled him out of the window. The scientist crashed down onto the ground, laying in the middle of broken glass.
"Let's go!
A couple more explosions leveled the entire stock, shutting down this particular production facility of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride.
Hailey slipped away from the rest of the group and made her way to the usual spot at the Kawatchee Caves. The young woman looked over her shoulder. At her young age, Hailey already had been through a lot, and she had a lot of responsibility on her shoulders.
The girl pulled out a mirror and placed it gently upon the rocks in the cave. It was no ordinary mirror, as Hailey tapped lightly on the mirror.
"Charlotte Edwards."
The image of a beautiful brunette woman showed up. She might have been in her forties, but this particular woman put many women ten years her junior to shame with the extreme amount of beauty.
"Hailey, what's wrong?" Charlotte asked.
"Just calling to ask to see how your expedition is going," Hailey said.
"Hailey, I know you wouldn't call just to check up," Charlotte said. "Please, if there's something wrong, you can tell me. Is it about Claire?"
"Well, it's not about Claire, it's about something else," Hailey said. "It's about Mia."
Charlotte had been taken by surprise by her youngest saying the name of her oldest. Hell, Hailey went out of her way not to mention her older sister, and Charlotte could see why. Charlotte did not know whether or not her oldest was dead, or worse at this point. ARGUS decided to send Charlotte and Hailey away because they were in danger because of David's operations.
"She's alive," Hailey said. "Can you believe it? After all of this time, she's alive…she was on the AMAZO for twelve years."
"The AMAZO?" Charlotte asked, her voice sounding very grim in response. "Be careful about that, Hailey…your sister might not be the same. How did she even escape?"
"Harry liberated her," Hailey said.
"Harry?" Charlotte asked.
Hailey could have smacked herself for not bringing up that point. "Harry Potter, your future son-in-law, you know when we get married someday."
"Potter…he's not….no, Lily didn't have a son, only daughters," Charlotte said. "Maybe, though he's a distant relation…a cousin…and you…Hailey, you said you're going to marry him someday?"
"Well, you were the one who taught me to be ambitious, mother," Hailey said a moment or so later. "I'm going to be one of a group of many wives, which some women might disagree with, you know, being in a collective. But, I disagree with their disagreement, because it opens up several more dynamic possibilities."
Charlotte raised an eyebrow, looking in amusement at her daughter.
"And to think, you were dead set on being with the Dragon," Charlotte said. "What changed?"
"Harry is the Dragon," Hailey said. "He's the latest identity the Dragon took on…and I've met him, I can't believe it. Our divine Savior has returned to bring back fulfillment to the world. He's just amazing, he's better than the legends stated. And when he kisses you…well, I'm just going to let you see for yourself later."
Hailey looked on for a moment.
"He's come from an alternate universe, that's where he got sent," Hailey said. "And he's…he's interested in meeting Lily. I think the two of them were connected. I think Lily's counterpart might have been Harry's mother in that alternate universe where he came from."
"Maybe," Charlotte said.
Hailey put her hands on her hips and just frowned. It was very obvious her mother just was humoring her, but Hailey was more than ready to entertain certain possibilities. The twins and Lily would not believe it, but even they had to admit, the fact he had the same green eyes, the chance of that being a coincidence could be astronomical.
"I'll inform Lily about this, she'll want to meet the Dragon regardless of who he might be," Charlotte said. "It was the Dragon, wasn't it? We've been deceived before."
"He wore the medallion, and I know a forgery when I see one," Hailey said. "You practically drilled it in my head, mother. He says he's going to talk to Mia, don't know if she's receptive to a meeting as we might be. She's finally stopped trying to worship the ground that old crone walks on."
Charlotte thought she should reprimand Hailey for speaking ill of her elders, but to be honest, Charlotte agreed with every word her daughter said. Still, there was finally some hope, even though the meeting would have to wait.
"I'll pass on the message to Lily, and she'll want to meet him," Charlotte said. "Please keep alert, and let me know if something else happens."
A creepy vibe filled Rose's body, and she had no idea what the vibe could have been caused from. She had a few potential solutions though if she had to guess. One of them could have been the absolute fear everyone spoke about Pyg in. One could have been the smell of decay, or perhaps it was the creepy Opera music. This particular type of music brought shivers down Rose's spine. She wanted to smash whatever speaker it was playing on. Time slowly ticked by when Rose stepped inside.
"He's here," Rose said. "Be alert."
Liv looked around, Pyg was a monster, and she would take great pleasure in taking him down and make him squeal like his namesake. The three girls moved around and so far, so good. This particular warehouse had been cleared out. It was not the warehouse they were taking a close look at, it was what was underneath the warehouse.
A buzzing popped in the back of Gwen's head, and she turned around a few steps. She swung an arm around and snagged onto the weapon one of the guards pointed with a line of webbing. She pulled him down to the ground, but not before the guard fired off one crisp shot.
"So much for stealth, Rose said.
"Welcome, my imperfect angels," a sing-song voice responded. "I'm working with one of my projects, but I'm certain you three will be perfect."
"Come out and face us, Pyg," Rose said. "Your work is fucked up, and you're going to be fucked up along with it. We're going to shut it down."
"No, you can't shut me down, I'm making the world a better place," Pyg said. "Come forward, and look at some of my beautiful creatures. They are very gorgeous."
Several creepy living dolls walked forward, dressed in red gowns with sickening faces. They all carried butcher knives, or axes, or some kind of sharp blade.
"Are those people?" Gwen asked.
"Not anymore," Mia said. "They are Dollotron Slaves, Pyg has done a number on their minds, and bent them to his will….this is all my fault."
"Ivo?" Rose asked.
"Yes," Mia said. "Do what you have to do."
"Deal with the slaves, I'll handle Pyg," Liv said.
"Do us a favor, and put an arrow through whatever speaker he's playing that god awful music through as well," Rose said.
Liv smiled in spite of the situation, "I'll try."
Gwen and Rose moved to protect Liv from the Dolltrons, one of them whipping out a huge knife and lunging it at Gwen. Gwen snagged onto the knife and web-yanked it away. Everyone moved towards them, attacking in a robotic way. Rose and Gwen stood shoulder by shoulder and cleared the path.
Chapter Forty-One: Team-Up.
Laurel had been caught off guard with Harry asking her if she wanted to join him on this little side mission. The past year or so, Laurel had been training with Lady Shiva, she improved a whole lot. Maybe not enough to take down the likes of Lady Shiva, but Laurel improved more than enough to take down some rough and tumble thugs. She handled a few thugs, some of them who harassed those who could not defend themselves. The crime in Starling City slowly increased over the past couple of years.
It happened so fast, putting it under Gotham City, Chicago, and Detroit as one of the most crime-ridden series in the world. Now, Laurel stood, dressed in a black leather jacket, a black top, and tight black leather pants. She pulled a mask over her face, making sure her hair had been tied back. A pair of batons hung on either side of Laurel's legs, ready to be pulled out and to lay down the smackdown at a moment's notice.
"Are you ready for this?"
Harry's question sounded very simple, and at the same time, it was slightly loaded. Laurel answered with a smile, leaning closer towards Harry as if to convey something to him. The two of them locked hands and smiled at each other. They moved closer to the door, which had already been taken down.
'Rose, Gwen, and Liv were here already,' Harry thought.
Laurel stood rigidly and could hear something. The sounds of battle could be heard from inside, but that was not the only thing which she heard. Opera music echoed from the other side of the door. The hideous sounds caused Laurel to pull a face of abject disgust.
"That guy's both disturbing, and they have hideous tastes in music," Laurel said. "I'm liking this guy, less than less."
Harry wondered what sounded worse. The singer there, or Marge Dursley singing in the shower during one of her visits at Number Four Privet Drive. Hell, Harry wouldn't be surprised if Marge had contributed to this very bad opera music which made the young man's ears bleed.
"Through here," Harry said. "We can take them by surprise."
The sound of a hideous screeching echoed from the room. Harry was not certain if it came from the opera music or something else entirely. His green eyes flashed over a few seconds and saw one of the Dollotron slaves move forward. The stabbing motion slashed the edge when Spider-Girl flipped over the top of the head of the slave. The web-slinger dropped down and pulled the knife away.
Another pair of them grabbed Spider-Girl around the back of the shoulders. Harry jumped in and one of them dove at Harry. The cleaver blade came inches away from snapping into Harry's chest. Harry reached to block and flipped one of the Dollotron slaves over the top. The slave did a tuck and a roll, with the attack being avoided. Harry waved his hand, and a series of ropes snapped through the air.
The slaves had been bound together. Laurel dodged the attack from one of the slaves and avoided the second attack. The girl gave a hiss, and it almost sounded in pain. Laurel blocked the hand and flipped the attacker over onto the ground. The attacker flipped down and popped back up, going to rush towards Laurel one more time. Laurel blocked the punch and came back with a series of rapid-fire attacks.
The leather clad blonde avoided the attack and came back, grabbing the back of the head of the attacker. Laurel flipped down onto the ground and threw one of them back. She looked where Rose was having a knife battle with one of the slaves.
The slave might not have been more than thirteen, or fourteen years ago, judging by the frantic movements. Rose felt very bad about fighting the girl, it wasn't her fault that she had been brainwashed. Rose blocked the attack, with the blade coming inches away from piercing her hand.
Another one of them charged in with an ax swung to the back of the head. Harry flashed to the side and blocked it with a shield. The knife knocked across the shield, with Harry pushing his way forward. The Dollotron slave rushed forward to try and attack Harry one more time. Harry deflected the attack back a third time and sent the attacker flying back a few feet.
The two attackers moved forward, one of them holding a larger ax in hand. The attacker rushed to attack Harry. Harry avoided the attack.
"Stand back!" Laurel yelled.
Harry had a feeling something was going to happen. He flipped out of the way. Gwen and Rose moved over to one side. Laurel opened her mouth and a sonic scream came out, backing of the drones. One of the drones dropped to the ground, clutching her ears.
Moving over, Harry noticed a chip of some sort slowly poking out of the neck of one of the slaves. She screamed in agony when dropping to the ground. Harry grabbed onto the chip and extracted it from the neck of the poor unfortunate soul who had been given to it.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked.
Rose shook her head for a second and took a deep breath. "You know, I had it handled."
"And I helped you handle it faster," Harry said. "Let's see what this thing is."
Gwen stepped out from behind and all of them, well all of them for now, had been taken out by Laurel's cry. The only thing she could focus on was that extremely hideous and grating opera music which hammered Gwen's mind.
"It looks like some kind of microchip," Gwen said. "I bet that's how he was controlling, the Dollotron slaves. He implanted them into the base of their neck. And it sent signals into their brain. This one must have jarred loose, or something."
Harry handed Gwen the chip. She walked over to the table and set it down, leaning closer to the chip.
"Do you think you can disable it?" Harry asked.
"I might not be able to disable it," Gwen said. "Not without the proper equipment. I can open up the chip and use it to send a blocking signal which shuts down the Dollotrons."
Mia claimed they were beyond all help, and judging by this microchip technology, Gwen, unfortunately, had to concede the woman was on to something. The best they could hope for was to shut this entire operation down and put Pyg down for the count.
The insidious opera music continued to play. Liv descended down to the basement steps, and she heard the sounds of battle cease from up above. It was either a good thing those Dollotrons, or whatever had been taken down. The smell of decay and the sound of opera music got even more prominent the further Liv descended down the steps.
'Finish the mission, shut Pyg and Toad down,' Liv thought.
The opera music continued to worsen and dig into the back of Liv's mind even more. She tried not to let the hideous tune get to her. Especially considering there was someone singing along with the horrific music the further she slipped into the basement.
"No, no, you'll be perfect, you'll…"
Liv stopped at the edge of the basement and saw one of the individuals chained to the wall by the wrists. Something dried on the face. Liv dared reach forward and grabbed the edge of the mask.
"No, no, you must not touch. You cannot compromise perfection."
"She's in pain," Liv said.
Professor Pyg stepped into the room. He carried a surgical blade in hand, which had been coated in blood. Liv hoped for the sake of these patients, the blade had been cleaned.
"No, no, she's not in pain, she's being fixed, she's being healed," Pyg said. "There are many imperfect people in Starling City, which Pyg helps, just like Pyg helped the people in Gotham City."
Liv moved around the corner and saw Pyg looking at her from the other side of the mask. Those haunted, sunken in eyes horrified Liv more than any kind of hideous pig mask. She held onto the bow and arrow set up, holding her hands.
"Step away from her, now," Pyg said. "You will get your chance. I can see underneath that hood why you are cross. Pyg will put all right. Pyg will….."
The Green Arrow pulled back the bow and shot the arrow right into the wrist of Pyg. The man gave an inhuman squeal in response. Pyg pulled back in agony, and pulled back, slipping a very large needle from up his sleeve.
"No, this won't do, this won't do at all."
Pyg rushed forward in response and tried to impale the Green Arrow in the side of the neck. He showed amazing speed for a large man. The Green Arrow dodged the attempt to implant the needle into the side of her neck. The Green Arrow flipped up high and came crashing down onto the ground. Pyg grabbed the Green Arrow around the shoulder and tried to launch the woman back over.
A well-placed kick to the side of Pyg's head caused him to fly back. An arrow had been rapid fire shot and caused the lights above Pyg's head to explode. Pyg reached underneath the table and pulled out a surgical saw to hurl at the Green Arrow. The hooded archer avoided the attack.
"I'm shutting you down, you monster."
"No, Pyg, not monster, you're the monster," Pyg said. "But, that's fine, for I will shut you down."
The Arrow shot an arrow which flew over Pyg's head and connected to a speaker. The hideous opera music finally stopped playing and sparks flew in every single direction. Pyg charged at the Green Arrow and jumped over the table. He reached over to snag up a remote control.
"Come to me, my children," Pyg said. "Yes, come to me, come to me, and take down the archer in green. Yes my children, come to me."
That hideous singing just assaulted Liv and made her ears bleed. It was almost worse than the smell, and despite Rose's critique, she would have to admit it was far worse than that unfortunate opera music. Liv braced herself for a battle with the Dollotron slaves, as Pyg must have had more of them.
Pyg pressed a button on the side of the remote control, and something was happening. No matter what he tried to do, Pyg could not unleash his slaves. He gave a howl of anguish and picked up a surgical saw. The buzzing came inches away from hitting Liv.
Liv positioned herself and knocked the saw out of the hand of Pyg. Pyg fell back onto the table.
"No, my beautiful creations, they have forsaken me!" Pyg screamed at the top of his lungs.
Liv hit the man right in the face with an arrow and dropped him down to the ground. She put another arrow into the man's shoulder when he tried to set up. She pulled out the trick arrow Pyg used and fired, connecting with the man's shoulder and bringing him down to the ground. Ropes ensnared the man.
"No, it was going to be so beautiful," Pyg whined.
"Lazio Valentin, you have failed this city."
Pyg's attempts to protest had gone pretty much upon deaf ears. One punch from the hooded archer nailed Pyg in the face and broke apart the pig mask covering his face. One look at the fairly foul face made Liv realize that the Pyg mask was an improvement.
"Mia?" Liv asked.
"Yeah, did you get him?" Mia asked.
"Pyg's been put out of commission," Liv said. "All we have to do is take down Mr. Toad, and we're going to be back in business. I don't know what happened to his little Dollotron slaves, but I think that….."
"Actually, that was all on me," Harry said. "I figured you could use the help….and I have someone here who wants to talk to you."
"Let's focus on Toad first," Liv said.
Liv felt a certain rush going out there and attacking people. She hoped that Valentin would never harm another person through his sick and sadistic experiments, and his deranged ideas of what beauty was.
There came a time where a person had to know where to go and when to fold. Mr. Toad was one of those gentlemen who knew when it was time to do that. He took a deep breath and made his way towards the vault. He could see the ARGUS agents closing in, and he would only have a few minutes to get out what he needed. It was time to take the money and run.
Nothing personal against his good friend, Professor Pyg, but Toad valued his life, and wanted his hands on the money. He knew Pyg got some refunding from his research from these HIVE people. Come to think of it, these HIVE people kept surfacing like a bad penny, threatening to cause all sorts of problems. Toad kept working on the dial of the vault, trying to get it open.
"Come on!"
An arrow caught the vault and forced it open. The case in Mr. Toad's hand had been ripped out by a line of webbing, forcing the creature to fall down onto the ground. Mr. Toad scrambled up to a standing position and came face to face with some of ARGUS's agents. Toad crawled back onto his hands and knees, taking in a deep breath when looking at the people who pursued him.
"Maybe we can work out a fair trade?" Toad offered.
One of the arrows fired over and very narrowly clipped Toad on the side of the ear. He took a deep breath, just barely avoiding being caught by this particular arrow. To say this was a close call, it would be very much pushing things. Toad looked up with one of his more prominent expression.
"Perhaps, we can split the take, fifty/fifty, straight down the middle?"
"You've sold drugs to people, and ruined their lives," the Green Arrow said.
"Now, I didn't ruin anyone's life, I didn't put a gun to anyone's head and force them to buy the drugs."
One of the ARGUS agents lifted up Mr. Toad off of the ground. He scrambled and tried to escape. The man was more of a planner and less than a fighter. He had been hurled halfway across the room. Toad just avoided impact with the wall. The breath came out of the former Circus Freaks mouth became rather intense.
"I just enhanced their lives. I made them happy. I gave them an escape. You look like you could use some of that escape, and….."
Mr. Toad fell to the ground in mid-sentence. He had been knocked completely out from the attack. Harry stepped out of the shadows and stood over the fallen body of Toad. He adapted the handcuffs which had been brought along for this mission, making sure to hook Toad completely up.
"If you wouldn't have shut him up soon, he would have been going on for hours and hours on end," Harry said. "Trust me, it's for the best we finally shut him up."
Everyone nodded in response. Most of the drugs had been destroyed in the battle, although there were still a few boxes which lingered. They would have to make those drugs disappear, taking them off of the market.
"Yeah, that's why I finally knocked Pyg out," Liv responded. "He just wouldn't shut up, about how he's making people beautiful. They suffered, I don't know how to explain it, but you could see how much they suffered. It was awful, and I don't know how anyone could live with themselves."
"Some people just don't have any scruples," Rose responded.
Rose opened the vault, and sure enough, there were stacks and stacks of money. Money which had been funding several illegal operations, no doubt, but it would be taken off the streets.
"If they were working with HIVE?" Harry asked. "This is going to put a severe dent in their finances."
"And a severe spike in yours, right?" Rose asked.
Harry just responded with one of those smiles, which was very knowing. "I don't have any idea what you could mean."
"So, should we call this one in?" Gwen asked.
"Already taken care of," Mia said. "I know it's shocking to hear this; Waller's pleased, very pleased. She actually has been trying to shut down this operation for a long time. Toad and Pyg have funded a lot of Darhk's illegal activities."
"They don't seem to be the type of people who would be friends," Rose said. "I guess when money's involved, you make all sorts of friends."
The Green Arrow turned around as Black Canary made her way around the corner. It took them only a scant moment to realize who the other was, and they stared each other down.
'So, how awkward could this get?' Sara asked. 'I mean, I'm still Laurel's sister, but Liv….Liv might be another matter entirely of how much Laurel is willing to forgive…you purposely brought Laurel along so the two of them could meet each other, and hash things out.'
'I really have no idea what you're talking about,' Harry responded.
'I bet,' Rose thought. 'You know something, I think you're an evil mastermind. A very evil mastermind and I want you to know that.'
Harry didn't do anything, other than smile. Maybe he was an evil mastermind. He turned his attention back to the stare down between the Black Canary and the Green Arrow.
"So, we need to talk, I take it?" the Green Arrow asked.
"Yeah, maybe more so than we did before you left," The Black Canary said. "So, my place as always...Harry can come along in case things get ugly."
"We can take care of things from here," Rose said. "The agents should be arriving…what time, Bookworm?"
"In about ten to fifteen minutes, but Pyg and Toad aren't going anywhere by the looks of things," Mia said.
Harry moved out, with Liv and Laurel, and they would be having a conversation which was long overdue. Liv stopped and turned towards Harry.
"Technically speaking, I'm not supposed to be having any conversations with anyone when I'm on a mission," Liv stated. "The entire point of me coming back to Starling City was to not run in anyone. And you brought my ex-girlfriend here."
"Mission's over," Harry told her. "And don't worry about Waller, if she has any problems, I'll deal with her."
Liv thought it was better Harry than her.
"Besides, didn't she say you were coming home after this mission?" Harry asked.
In theory, Liv thought she was coming home. There were times where Liv questioned the fact of whether or not it was going to be that easy. It would be so easy to return to the Mansion, but something held Liv back. There was a part of her who was afraid of facing her family.
Yet, Thea needed her, because of the self-destructive path she was going down since Liv had left. It was hard to figure out this complex string of emotions.
Laurel and Liv returned home and sat on either side of the table with a cup of coffee each. Harry sat at the edge of the table as well, although he kept back.
"Three years ago, you claimed that you were going away on a trip with your father, and only your father," Laurel said. "And my sister, she went with you. And you cheated on her with me."
"Well, to be fair, I never technically slept with Sara," Liv said. "I know, that's a bit of technicality, but I swear, the ship went down before we could get to the fun stuff."
Laurel just responded with a nod.
"I believe you, and I should have noticed the signs," Laurel said. "I guess, a year could mean all of the difference in the world. A year ago, if you had walked back in my life, I might have punched you."
"And I would have deserved it," Liv admitted.
"But, we've all grown since a year ago, never mind three years ago," Laurel said. "And I've found it to see that you're not perfect. You make mistakes, a lot of mistakes. What you did out there today, going after Pyg to try and shut his operation down, it was pretty reckless. And at the same time, it was pretty heroic."
"Maybe," Liv said.
"I'm serious, the Olivia Queen of three years ago would have sat back and let that be someone else's problem," Laurel said. "You stepped in and did the right thing. And you should be celebrated for that."
"I saw my sister, she was buying drugs," Liv said.
Laurel sighed, and she hated for Laurel to have to find it out. It was hard to believe Thea grew up, Laurel remembered when she was younger, so innocent, so vibrant, and now, Laurel didn't know what happened. Actually, Laurel did have a pretty good idea, and while she did not want to cast the blame on Liv, she had to admit what exactly was going on.
"Yes, I know she's been troubled ever since you left," Laurel said. "It's not your fault. Thea just took it hard. And your mother has shut herself off and focused on Queen even more. And there's…well, I don't want to have our first conversation in three years tainted by gossip."
"I know about Malcolm Merlyn and my mother."
Did Laurel try to figure out how to feel about this very casual statement given by Liv? Did she feel relief regarding the fact Liv knew there was something going on between Malcolm and Moira? Laurel did not even imply there was some kind of relationship.
"Robert Queen wasn't Thea's real father, Malcolm was," Liv said.
"Oh, my...I didn't know that one," Laurel said. "Who told her?"
"One of my father's mistresses, well former mistresses," Liv remarked a couple of minutes later. "It's a lot to explain, and I had my doubts. It makes way too much sense. I'll never tell Thea though, and….I'd appreciate if you didn't tell her either. The revelation would crush her, especially given how much she thought of Robert Queen."
A nod had been followed. Laurel would have to concede Liv's point, to be perfectly honest. It must have been very hard for Liv to come to this terms, although it appeared she was just rolling with it. There must have been a part of Liv who might have known what was going on. Laurel could not even begin to think what was necessary to get into the head of her former friend and lover.
Well, not without receiving a slight headache.
"I guess my family wasn't as ideal as they wanted the world to think they were," Liv responded. "In the end, it was all a face, all a charade."
"No one's family is as perfect as they think they are," Laurel said a moment or so later. She leaned over. "My parents, they divorced. My mother moved to Central City, and my father, well he took it pretty hard."
'Sara, maybe you should….'
'Maybe I should,' Sara agreed.
"I don't blame Sara," Laurel said. "And my mother doesn't either, and my father wouldn't either. Their marriage had been shaky for very long time. All it would have taken was just one nudge to send it over the edge. It dangled over the cliff. The right touch, and boom, it would have been over."
"I can see your point," Harry said.
"Mom does blame herself, for being the one to agree to let Sara go," Laurel said. "Or at least not trying harder to convince her, the trip was a bad idea. She just felt. Sara was old enough to make her own decisions."
Laurel took a few seconds to look Liv in the eye.
"Guess our families were all shattered because of this," Laurel said. "No one blames anyone for this, you know. It's just one of those things that happened. We're going to have to deal with it. I wish I could just wake up, and see the Lance family all together. But, it was inevitable. My father wasn't the same after the Black Mask drug deal, and my mother, she received an injury which put her out of commission for a very long time. She hasn't told us the full story."
Did Laurel have suspicions on what caused her mother to be injured? Yes, you better believe she did have suspicions.
"We have Mr. Toad's wild ride off of the street," Liv said. "No one else can be harmed by Toad's drugs, or by Pyg's sick operations."
"Do you think any of Pyg's victims have any hope?" Laurel asked.
"Even if the physical deformities are fixed, the psychological ones are very hard to fix," Harry said. "I wish I could say these people would live normal lives. And in an ideal world, they would. Unfortunately, we don't live in an ideal world."
Laurel nodded in response.
"So, when are you coming home?" Laurel asked.
"As soon as I can manage," Liv said. "I'd like to go home with Sara, so the two of us can face what happened together, but it might not be as soon as I would like."
"Are you sure you're not the one who is holding yourself back from returning home?"
Laurel's question pierced the protective armor that Liv put up over the past few years. That was a good question. Was it Liv who was the one who was holding herself back and preventing herself from returning home? She really had no clear idea, and that scared her a little bit.
"I'll return when I can, it's like I said."
"That's all we can ask for."
Laurel and Liv looked each other in the eye. There had been a long pause. The two of them wished things could have been different. If they had been a bit more open, then maybe Liv would not have gone on that ship. Hell, Olivia Queen wondered if Laurel might have been the one to join her, instead of Sara. Or maybe both of them would be there. Liv could not have any time for the games of what might have been.
'You can only focus on what's to come.'
"We're all packed up," Mia said. "The question is, are you saying or are you going?"
The voice in Liv's ear piece gave her a moment of pause. It was a very good question.
"I'll head back, but first there's something I have to do," Liv said. "Thanks for being understanding, Laurel. I really appreciate it."
"A year ago, I might not have been," Laurel said. "There are a lot of things that are out of my control that I'm upset for. I hope that this new you hold."
"Yeah, I do too."
There was something about putting on the hood and going out to fight those who would harm people which felt right for Liv. She picked up the hood and slipped it back on, along with the bow and arrow.
"Tell Rose and Gwen, I'll be no more than another half of an hour," Liv said. "And tell Waller she can discuss things with Harry if she has any problems with me going off the script."
"Oh, I'll tell her alright," Mia said.
Liv made her way down the steps and slipped out the back way. It left Laurel and Harry standing there alone. Laurel moved over to look out the window.
"I don't really know where we are going," Laurel said. "I didn't think she would be attracted to a guy though. But, I suppose I can't fault her for having good taste."
"Maybe, you shouldn't," Harry said.
"No, I really don't," Laurel said. "So, tell me honestly, did you bring her here so we can settle our differences like Sara and I did? Or did you just want us to talk?"
"Only I could get the two of you together," Harry said. "Whatever happened from there, that was entirely down to you. I would have liked for you two to kiss and make up, but that's not to be, at least not now."
"At least we're talking about," Laurel said. "I think I would have done something drastic if she would have come back about a year ago."
"None of us are the same people we were."
Laurel smiled and she wrapped her arms around Harry. The two of them met in the middle with a very passionate kiss. Laurel deepened her grip and pushed her tongue deeper into Harry's mouth. Harry returned and pushed Laurel back against the wall. Her legs wrapped around Harry, with Harry feeling them up through her pants.
"I think these pants get a bit hot sometimes," Laurel said
"Have you ever thought about fishnets?"
"Fishnets, well that is something," Laurel said. "The original Black Canary outfit…the one that the original Black Canary used…it made her look like she was a Playboy Bunny."
"I wouldn't be naturally opposed to seeing you wear it," Harry said. He leaned in and kissed Laurel on the side of her neck. "Let's get you out of those pants."
"Yes, let's," Laurel said. "Hopefully, I can control my urge to scream, because I don't want to replace all of the windows in the apartment."
Harry waved his hands and the walls and windows had been reinforced, so even if Laurel had gone all Canary Cry on the walls.
"That happened when you touched the Canary Medallion, didn't it?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," Laurel said. "I thought I felt something, maybe a spark when I touched it. At least, I didn't turn into a giant canary or something, because that would be embarrassing."
"It would put a damper on your social life."
Harry worked Laurel's pants, and she wore nothing other than a pair of sheer panties, which fit around her ass when coming down. The panties looked ready to be taken off. Harry scooped up Laurel in his arms and moved her over to the bed, preparing to have his fun.
The beautiful form of the oldest of the two Lance sisters laid out of the bed, prepared for Harry's consumption. His fingers traced over Laurel's body and encouraged shudders. Harry brought Laurel out of her clothes, and grabbed her wrists, pinning the beautiful woman back on the bed.
"I have you."
"Yes," Laurel said. "Please, take me."
Harry intended to take Laurel after a little bit of teasing. He ran his hands down Laurel's back and teased every single inch of gorgeous flesh. Those nipples stuck up, intended to be played with. The arousal increased with Harry rolling his fingertips off of the nipples. Laurel breathed in and breathed out.
"You want me to suck them, don't you?" Harry asked. "They look like they want to be sucked."
"Please!" Laurel moaned.
Harry cupped the underside of Laurel's firm breast and slowly leaned in. He kissed the tip of Laurel's nipple and rolled his tongue over the edge of it. She panted with Harry running a finger down to meet the stomach of the stunning vigilante heroine. Harry pulled away from Laurel and kept kissing away at her.
That very able mouth came close to the insides of Laurel's thighs. He slowly parted them and made Laurel whimper underneath Harry's touch. She pushed up to meet Harry's fingers which stroked tender flesh located between Laurel's thighs. Laurel worked up and dropped down, breathing heavily. Every single touch Harry gave her felt beyond great. Laurel could not even describe the feelings this gave her. Harry pumped deep between Laurel's thighs and caused her to moan.
"Cum for me," Harry informed her.
Laurel didn't argue, she came for Harry. Harry pumped deep inside of her pussy, one finger at first. A second finger pushed deep inside of Laurel and stretched her womanhood out. Laurel closed her eyes and hummed, and the third finger went inside of her.
"You're wet."
"Of course," Laurel panted.
Harry edged Laurel closer to an orgasm. He pulled back from the blonde temptress underneath and gave Laurel some time to catch up with the frustration she felt. Harry pushed deep inside of Laurel's waiting quim and teased her just a little bit more. His fingers pushed deep into Laurel.
The sensations of those fingers working their magic bucked Laurel's hips and down, with the moans increasing the deeper Harry buried himself fingers first into her body. Laurel clenched Harry and released them.
"Taste yourself."
Those fingers slipped into Laurel's mouth and she had no choice, other than to suck them. Not that that was a problem. Laurel got all hot and bothered by the taste of her own juices slipping between her lips. Harry pushed further and made Laurel suck her juices off.
"You're a horny slut. But you know what, I like that about you. And there's something else, I think you want to taste."
Laurel opened her mouth wide and received a mouth full of throbbing cock. Harry grabbed the back of Laurel's locks and pushed into her mouth. Laurel looked up, to get Harry's cock, up and down into her mouth. She held onto Harry's hips to push him deep inside of her.
The feeling of those balls slapping against her chip only inspired Laurel to suck Harry's cock even harder. She put her hands on Harry's lower back, the further he buried this cock deeper into her mouth. Harry held onto the back of Laurel's head and jammed his cock deeper in there.
"Oh, your mouth feels so good," Harry said. "I can feel those vibrations…your new powers make your throat feel so fucking good, I can fuck it all day."
The forceful face fuck caused Laurel to push herself forward, and inhale as much as Harry's cock as humanly possible. Both of Harry's fingers dug into the back of Laurel's head. She swallowed Harry's cock as deep and fast as possible. Her body tingled, and Laurel wanted even more.
"I bet you want this cock shoved in her tight pussy," Harry said. "You want me to fuck you until I test the durability of these reinforcement charms."
Harry could sense Sara observed this from the bond link and had to return to the privacy of her quarters so she could properly watch Harry screw Laurel's brains out.
"Yes, please," Laurel begged him.
Harry motioned for Laurel to get in position. The sexy woman did not deny what Harry wanted. Her pussy was spread, lips dripped wet and ready for intrusion. Harry positioned himself at Laurel's entrance and pushed against her slit, which caused her pussy to want to suck him in.
"I'm going to make you beg for this," Harry said. "Beg for me, much do you really want my cock?"
"Please," Laurel begged. "Please give me your cock. I'd die without it being shoved in my body. I'd die without having my brains fucked out by your big throbbing cock. I want it more than life itself."
Laurel wiggled her ass in Harry's face. Harry reached in and spanked Laurel on her tight ass. A red mark appeared on her rear end and Harry spanked it several more times. It caused Laurel to moan with thinly restrained desire. She wanted Harry, in the worst possible way.
"I'm sure you want this cock," Harry said. "And I'm going to give it to."
Laurel's moaning continued to heighten. Harry teased her dripping slit with the first couple of inches of cock. The entire body beneath him had been touched, and felt up, with Harry grinding his cock against Laurel's slit. The woman's pussy lips spread apart and received as much cock as humanly possible. Harry wrapped around Laurel and sawed away slowly at first at her pussy, and picked up a steady amount of momentum.
The warmth and the tightness around Harry were even more prominent this time around. He reached underneath Laurel and made sure to remind her of who had dominion over most of her body. Her ass, her tits, legs, everything, they belonged to Harry. Those locks wrapped around Harry's fingers when he pushed deeper into Laurel. He pounded against her ass.
"Mmm, yes, Harry," Laurel begged him. "Right there, that's the best spot…the perfect spot."
Harry kept constantly hammering away at that perfect spot. He grabbed Laurel's ass and slapped it while pushing into her. Those balls slapped against Laurel's center and made her cum as hard as possible. Harry almost pulled all the way out of her and pushed into her.
"Getting closer to cumming," Harry said. "Why don't you just let it all go?"
Laurel let it all go. The dam of pleasure building up inside of her loins just burst the second Harry shoved his agonizing rod deep between her thighs. Harry's balls kept slapping, building up an orgasm to match Laurel's. Harry grabbed her and pushed her down face first onto the bed.
An attempt to stifle her screams by biting onto her pillow, only caused the pillow to explode into a downpour of feathers. Harry pushed himself as far into Laurel and then pulled all the way out of her.
"I want to see your face when I finish you off."
Harry flipped Laurel over onto the bed and pushed his cock against the edge of her lips. He ground his manhood into her dripping center and made her feel really good before shoving himself back inside of her. Laurel clamped down onto Harry, holding onto his lower back when feeling Harry shoved inside of her.
Laurel pumped Harry's thick length all the way inside of her. Her hips rolled up off of the bed. Harry's fingers skimmed over Laurel's body, touching her nipples, one of which having slipped into Harry's mouth. He gripped Laurel's breast in his mouth and pumped his thick, aching rod against her.
The feeling of Laurel's legs wrapped around his thighs when Harry pumped into her, only made Harry push deeper inside her. He pounded Laurel's pussy, edging her to one of the best orgasms possible. Laurel's fingers touched Harry's back, and she moaned, louder, louder, until Harry shoved the point of his cock inside of her body, burying himself inside of her, as quickly as possible.
"Fuck me," Laurel begged Harry.
Laurel came again, and Harry's large balls slapped against Laurel's tender thighs. He was going to finish her off in style. Laurel could not believe how far and how deep Harry buried his length inside of her. Every thrust made Laurel feel beyond amazing though. She made sure her body touched his when Harry buried inside of her.
The feeling of Laurel's slick, tight walls encouraged Harry to bury himself deeper into the stunning blonde. Laurel pushed up further, taking more of Harry inside of her. Those tight walls closed down on Harry, and released him, milking him.
"After you."
Harry hit the right buttons and made Laurel cum. The intense feelings coming through her body made Laurel feel beyond amazing. Harry held onto her hips and pounded her. She knew the feelings of pleasure spreading through her body matched the joy over her face. Harry did not stop pounding, not for once second. Laurel held onto Harry's body when his face pressed against her sweaty chest.
The continued assault on Laurel's pussy made Laurel's body tense up. She knew the end was going to come sooner or later, and she could not wait to feel the final product. Harry's balls still slapped up against Laurel's thighs, the deeper she pumped him inside. Laurel held onto the back of Harry's neck and molded against him, moaning in pleasure. Her hips thrashed up, meeting Harry.
"Harder, baby, harder," Laurel begged Harry.
Harry obliged Laurel with multiple thrusts, burying himself inside of her. His balls sized up and were more than ready to release their bounty inside of Laurel's waiting pussy. Laurel stretched her walls around him and pumped Harry. She milked Harry nice and hard.
Bursts of cum fired into Laurel's wet center. Harry grabbed onto her hips and slammed into Laurel, filling her pussy up with an amazing amount of juices. The contents flowing from Harry's balls started to fill Laurel up, with Harry hanging on and shoving more of his hard length inside of her.
She shuddered onto the bed, Harry firing the last drop of cum inside. Laurel lost track of how many orgasms she received tonight, but she knew all of them were good, and all of them were worth it.
Harry pulled out and rolled over. Laurel draped herself over Harry's chest, pushing her head on his shoulder. Then, while Harry wrapped an arm around her waist, Laurel fell asleep.
Thea Queen leaned against the couch. Mother was gone, Thea had homework to do, but chose not to do it. Hell, there were some days where she chose not to do school. The short trip of Mr. Toad's Wild Ride left her with a buzz, but one of her friends must have run off with the rest of the stash, or something. It disappeared by the time Thea looked for another hit.
She had been too fatigued in tearing the Mansion apart. The high was high, and the lower sent her crashing down. She did open the window, to allow some fresh air to come in.
An arrow shot through the window and connected to the target. Thea jolted from her position in surprise, and walked over, to see what she could find the piece of paper hanging from the target. She frowned and saw a picture of her sister, Liv on the other side.
Something had been scrawled on the back.
"See you real soon," Thea muttered.
It looked like Liv's handwriting, and Thea almost dropped the picture on the ground. Was she still coming off of her high and imagining things? Or was this proof that her sister might not have been so dead? After almost two years of crying her eyes out over an empty grave was this true, or just her mind being fucked.
Or did someone play a practical joke?
'I'm going to have to see about this,' Thea thought.
Something on the arrow caught Thea's eye, it was a company logo. ARGUS, what the hell did that mean?