A Life in DC
Chapter 9 - Part 3
The three women turned on the intruders in perfect, chaotic sync—Harley cackling and swinging her mallet like a demented carnival ride, Ivy hissing commands as vines erupted everywhere, Selina flowing between targets with deadly grace. The apartment turned into a storm of green, leather, and red-and-black chaos.
Vieri hit the bedroom floor hard, the vine still wrapped around his torso. He rolled, trying to get his bearings, but the door slammed shut behind him on its own with a heavy thud. Deep claw marks from Selina's gauntlet gouged the wood as it sealed.
"Shit—" he muttered, pushing up to his knees.
Outside in the narrow hallway the rest of the task force was already falling apart. Thick clouds of sweet pollen flooded the air, shimmering faintly in the flashlight beams. Officers started coughing, eyes glazing over, faces going slack with stupid, happy smiles.
"Smells like… jasmine," one cop muttered dreamily, sliding down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, rifle forgotten across his lap. Another started humming softly to himself, swaying in place like he was at a concert only he could hear. A third just leaned against the doorframe, grinning like an idiot while his partner tried and failed to pull him back into formation.
Catwoman's whip cracked again somewhere in the thickening smoke, the sharp sound drawing the dazed officers away from the bedroom door like a siren call. "This way, boys," Selina purred from the haze, her voice low and teasing. "Come play."
***
Vieri was alone in the dim bedroom with the three of them.
The single window was boarded up, letting in only thin slivers of streetlight. The air felt heavier in here, thick with lingering pollen, sweat, and the unmistakable musk of three very turned-on, very dangerous women. Vieri lowered his Glock slowly, breathing hard, his vest rising and falling.
"Ladies… this is a raid," he said, voice steady but strained. "You need to stand down. Right now. Backup's right outside that door."
Harley grinned wide, mallet resting casually on her shoulder, her perky tits pushed forward in that tight jester top. "Aw, Daddy's here to arrest us. How cute." She licked her lips slowly, eyes dropping straight to the front of his pants. "You gonna cuff me? Or do I get to cuff you first?"
Ivy's vines slithered across the dusty floorboards toward his boots, slow and deliberate, curling affectionately around his ankles like curious snakes. She stepped closer, green skin flushed, full breasts rising and falling as she breathed him in. "The Green wants him," she murmured, voice husky with need. "Right now. Can you feel it calling?"
Selina uncoiled her whip with a soft, threatening hiss, the black leather whispering as it dragged across the floor. She stepped forward with that signature predatory grace, her catsuit gleaming, ass flexing with every step. "Told you two. He's been mine since the beginning. I marked him first."
Vieri's back hit the wall. The pollen was thick in his lungs now, sweet and dizzying, making his head spin and his blood run hot. The combined scent of the three women—Harley's playful sweetness, Ivy's earthy green musk, Selina's sharp leather and perfume—hit him like a drug. His cock twitched hard in his pants despite everything.
"This isn't the time," he said, grip tightening on the Glock even as his voice roughened. "Put the weapons down. We can talk about this—"
Harley laughed, low and filthy, tossing her mallet aside with a clatter. "Too late for that, big boy."
The fight turned into something else the instant Ivy's thick vine snapped forward and wrapped around his right wrist. It yanked hard, pulling his arm out to the side. Another heavy green tendril coiled around his left wrist, pinning both arms against the wall with surprising strength. His Glock clattered uselessly to the floor.
"Ladies," Vieri tried again, voice rough and strained, chest heaving, "this is a fucking raid. Backup's right outside. You need to—"
Harley skipped forward first, pigtails bouncing wildly, that wicked grin splitting her face from ear to ear. She dropped smoothly to her knees right in front of him like she'd been waiting for this all night. Her gloved hands went straight for his belt, fingers eager and practiced as she yanked the buckle open with a metallic clink. In one rough motion she dragged his zipper down, eyes locked on the growing bulge.
"Raid this, Daddy," she purred, voice dripping with filthy excitement.
She hooked her fingers into his waistband and pulled his pants and boxers down in one hard tug.
{R-18 Scene Vieri x Selina Kyle x Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy 4815 Full Word Count aFireFist on p.a.t.r.e.o.n}
Vieri stood over them, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and shiny. "You three are going to be the death of me."
Harley grinned up at him, cum glistening on her lips. "Worth it."
Outside the bedroom the rest of the task force was still completely dazed from the pollen. Officers sat slumped against the hallway walls with stupid, glassy-eyed smiles plastered across their faces, rifles forgotten in their laps. One guy was humming an old tune under his breath, head lolling side to side. Another kept blinking slowly, muttering "smells like… summer rain" every few seconds. The sweet, heavy jasmine scent still hung thick in the air, turning hardened cops into giggling, half-hard messes.
Vieri didn't waste time. He yanked his pants up, tucked his still-heavy cock away as best he could, and grabbed his vest from the floor. Shirt half-buttoned and wrinkled, fresh scratches visible on his neck and vine-shaped marks on his forearms, he slipped out the bedroom window with the Queens right behind him. They melted into the night while the rest of the team was still too blissed out to notice.
Ten minutes later Vieri stepped out of the alley looking thoroughly fucked up. His hair was a mess, shirt buttons missing in strategic places, and faint red scratches stood out against the skin of his neck. The vine marks on his arms were already starting to fade, but the scent of sex and jasmine clung to him like a second skin.
Maggie Sawyer was waiting by the cruisers, arms crossed under her heavy D-cup breasts. The motion made the dark blouse strain noticeably across her chest, the fabric pulling tight over her full, natural tits. At 5'10" she cut an imposing figure—wide hips, powerful thighs filling out her tailored pants, and a firm, rounded ass that flexed as she pushed off the car. Her light brown hair had come a little loose from its knot, framing sharp blue eyes that narrowed the second she saw him.
"You smell like sex and jasmine," she said quietly, stepping right into his personal space. Before he could answer she reached down and boldly cupped the heavy, still-swollen bulge in his slacks. Her fingers traced the thick outline through the fabric, giving the massive shaft a slow, deliberate squeeze. "Jesus Christ… Montoya wasn't exaggerating."
Vieri froze, breath catching. "Sawyer—"
Renata Montoya rounded the corner at that exact moment and stopped dead in her tracks. Her golden-brown eyes locked onto Sawyer's hand still firmly cupping Vieri's crotch. The flush that hit her olive cheeks was instant and dark, spreading down her neck. Her white button-down stretched across her full C-cup breasts as she breathed harder, the top buttons straining. Her dark slacks hugged the solid curve of her hips and the firm, athletic ass she worked hard to maintain.
"What the hell is going on?" Renata demanded, voice tight with a mix of shock, jealousy, and the lingering pollen that was still making her thighs press together involuntarily. Heat pooled low in her belly, making her nipples tighten against her bra.
Sawyer shrugged, slow and casual, but she didn't pull her hand away immediately. She gave Vieri's thick bulge one last appreciative squeeze before finally letting go. "Pheromones. Really strong ones. Don't act like you don't feel it too, Montoya. My pussy's been throbbing since we cleared that greenhouse."
Renata's jaw clenched. She looked at Vieri — disheveled, marked up, radiating raw sex — then back at Sawyer's hand, then up to his face. The heat in her eyes was unmistakable, a confusing storm of professional anger and raw want. "You smell like all three of them," she said, voice lower now. "And you're still half-hard. What the fuck happened in there, Vieri?"
Vieri ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to play it cool even as his cock twitched again under their combined stares. "It's… complicated."
"Complicated," Renata repeated, stepping closer. Her full breasts rose and fell faster, the flush on her olive skin deepening. "You walk out looking like you just got gangbanged by the Queens of Crime and all you've got is 'complicated'?"
Sawyer let out a low, husky chuckle, eyes still glued to the front of Vieri's pants. "Relax, partner. The pollen's doing most of the talking right now. But damn… whatever you've got going on, it's working overtime."
The three of them stood there in charged silence, the air thick with pollen, jealousy, and unspoken hunger.
In the Clock Tower, Oracle, Stephanie, and Cassandra watched the body-cam footage in heavy silence. The video cut out right as the bedroom door slammed shut, but the audio kept feeding for another few seconds — wet, rhythmic slapping, desperate female moans, and Harley's unmistakable scream of "Daddy!" before it finally died.
Steph's face was bright red, her full D-cup breasts heaving against her Spoiler suit. She shifted on the console, thick ass pressing harder into the edge as she squeezed her thighs together. "Holy fuck," she breathed. "I need a cold shower. Or a really hot one. With company. Preferably someone packing heat like that."
Cassandra Cain stood silent behind her, but her athletic body was tense. The sleek black suit clung to her firm, rounded ass and toned thighs. She signed quickly, blunt and direct: Want him. Now.
Barbara tried to speak, but her hand had already slipped between her own thighs, pressing firmly against the seam of her suit. Her cheeks were flushed, nipples visibly hard under her top. "We are not—fuck—we are professionals," she managed, but her voice cracked. The audio of Harley screaming played on loop in her head. She pressed harder between her legs, biting her lip.
Steph grinned, breathless. "Professionals who just heard three of Gotham's most dangerous women getting absolutely railed. Come on, Babs. Tell me you're not soaked right now."
None of them moved away from the screens.
***
Deep in his Arkham cell, the Joker giggled madly to himself, hunched over a smuggled phone. The footage of the raid played on the tiny screen — vines, whips, chaos, and then the unmistakable sounds leaking through the walls.
"Oh Harley…" he whispered, painted smile stretching wider and wider. "Sharing your new toy already? My little pudding got herself a big fat cock and decided to play house with the garden club." He rocked back and forth, giggling harder. "Don't worry, my sweet. Daddy's coming home soon. And when I do, we're all gonna have a big family reunion. You, me, the kitty, the weed, and that flatfoot with the monster dick. We'll make it a real showstopper!"
His laughter echoed off the padded walls, manic and unhinged.
***
Vieri finally dragged himself through his front door at dawn, exhausted, covered in scratches, bite marks, and faint fading vine patterns across his skin. His shirt was barely hanging on, pants wrinkled, and he smelled like sex, pollen, and three very satisfied women.
He barely made it to the bedroom before he saw her.
Selina Kyle was already waiting in his bed, completely naked, sheets pooled around her waist. The morning light caught the smooth curves of her body — firm, high breasts with dark nipples still slightly stiff, the tight dip of her waist, and the sleek, powerful lines of her legs. She looked at the state of him and smiled, slow and genuinely proud.
"You handled all three of us," she murmured, voice soft and warm. "My flatfoot."
She sat up, letting the sheet fall away completely, and pulled him down into the bed. This time it wasn't frantic or desperate. She kissed him slow and deep, hands gentle on his scratched-up face and neck. When he slid into her it was smooth and easy, her pussy still slick and warm from earlier. They moved together lazily, her legs wrapped comfortably around his waist, foreheads pressed together.
Selina came quietly this time — a soft, shuddering sigh against his mouth, her walls fluttering gently around him. Vieri followed right after, pumping one last, heavy load deep inside her as the sun started to rise outside the window.
He stayed buried in her, breathing hard, face tucked against her neck. Selina stroked his hair with surprising tenderness, fingers running through the messy strands.
"Stay out of trouble tomorrow," she whispered against his ear.
Vieri let out a tired, breathless laugh. "Too late for that."
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