“It’s your fault, you’re the one who will take responsibility for this mess.”
Kara felt indignation flare in her gut as she glared up at the taller, curvier, blonde lookalike who stared down her nose at her.
“Oh come on! How was I supposed to know someone like Livewire had Grundy backing her up!”
“You have x-ray vision, don’t you? Perhaps you should’ve seen him hiding behind that wall.” The older blonde replied coldly.
“That’s hardly fair!” Kara ground out, trying to keep her cool. “I had my hands full already dealing with Livewire, and could hardly keep my head on a swivel to spot that idiot through a wall. Besides, weren’t you my partner on the mission? Maybe you should’ve been the one to deal with him?”
Her arch nemesis rolled her eyes, which was only amplified by her condescending disposition.
Karen Starr was literally Kara’s alternate self from an alternate dimension - albeit being older and having lived on Krypton for a longer period in her own dimension before it exploded. The super heroine known as Power Girl had arrived here in a dimensional accident years back, and joined the Justice League shortly after.
Ideally, the two of them would’ve been the best of friends - maybe even family - but sadly, that was not the case. Karen was a pure, condescending bitch to the core, stuffy and arrogant to the extreme. The woman seemed to look down on everything that wasn’t Kryptonian, believing in the superiority of her own genetics to the point of villainy.
It wasn’t helped by the fact that the woman was a genius blonde bombshell, having started a technological mega corporation that rose to insane heights within only a few months. Her “superior” Kryptonian education and knowledge helped in that regard, the woman having supposedly been a scientist before their shared home fell.
“I was busy preventing a nuclear meltdown that would’ve decimated the eastern seaboard. You know, something that only someone of my experience could’ve prevented in time? That didn’t stop you from being launched into the reactor by Grundy, and the resulting cleanup efforts will take a whole year because of your incompetence.”
Power Girl turned and began walking away, but not before she muttered an insult under her breath loud for Kara’s superior hearing to pickup. “Why did they even let her join the league anyways?”
If the door to her private quarters on the Justice League’s watchtower wasn’t automatic, Kara would’ve slammed it behind her.
Their feud had been going for years at this point, a nonstop verbal battering that had almost come to blows on several occasions. It wasn’t helped by their shared genetics and homeland, adding an extra layer of tension to every encounter due to their shared culture. Sadly, Karen had grown up with more of the Kryptonian superiority complex that was prevalent among many of their people - something Kara had grown out of shortly after arrival - and it had only worsened with how powerful she was on earth.
The fact she had risen to such successful financial heights with her tech company in such a short amount of time made her attitude only worse, all while wielding a mind and body that put any normal human’s to shame. The woman was smarter than Kara, being older and more mature with a muscled body that came with assets most men would weep over. And Power Girl had no problem showing it off, having a boob window that directed any male attention to her immense cleavage, along with a cape that stopped just shy above her huge ass. The woman knew exactly what she was doing, and it only infuriated Kara that much more.
In the midst of her brooding, she heard the door to her room open.
“Woah, you look like you’re about to trash the place. Should I step out?”
Kara let out a breath. “It’s fine, Barbara.”
Batgirl, or Barbara Gordon, stood before her. She was one of Kara’s best friends, being one of Batman’s many protégés and someone who joined the Justice League around the time she did. Albeit, they weren’t full-blown members of the League, not allowed into the more important meetings and only allowed on missions when a more senior member accompanied them.
It left them in equally frustrating and awkward positions, being new members of the League, while also being too young to be taken seriously.
For Kara, it was her cousin, Clark, who restricted her. For Barbara, it was Batman, who’s identity she had yet to learn (she couldn’t see under his mast for some reason).
Clark had been trying to micromanage Kara’s life since she arrived on Earth, and it only seemed to get worse when it came to her being a superhero. She had endured more than a dozen already lectures on “unnecessary property damage” from her cousin, and then came the truly enraging situation of him trying to interject himself into her love life.
Luckily, she had put that matter to a quick - and brutal - end. Superman had been beaten to a pulp after he interrupted her private time with Harry. Clark had to take a break from League duties for a week after that beat-down, and avoided eye contact with her for a month after that. And despite how embarrassing the situation of him catching them mid-fuck was, Kara was just glad she ended her cousin’s micromanaging of her love life before it could only get worse.
As for Barbara, she too suffered from Batman’s infamous paranoia and meddling. Kara had no idea how the poor girl put up with the Dark Knight’s theatrics, especially since they both shared the same territory of patrolling Gotham.
The redhead shut the door to her room before taking off her mask, revealing a youthful face framed by long, straight copper hair. She was slightly older herself, having graduated only a year earlier and becoming a librarian in her private life.
Barbara smiled. “Want to talk about it?”
“Just Karen being a bitch.” She nearly snarled.
“Ugh, what happened this time?”
Of course, the rift between Kara and her alternate self was well-known by everyone in the Justice League at this point. It was why the two of them were sent on that mission to stop Livewire from blowing up a nuclear plant together, with the League’s leadership hoping they would be forced to bond and get along. Sadly, it only seemed to make things worse.
“We were sent out to take down Livewire, who flooded the power plant with water when we arrived. I froze it with my ice breath so she couldn’t use it to electrocute us, before Power Girl went into the control room handle the rest. That was when Grundy popped out from behind a corner and socked me—”
“Wait, Grundy? As in, Solomon Grundy working with Livewire? Who could’ve seen that coming?” Barbara asked in disbelief.
“That’s what I said!” She nearly screamed in frustration. “He hit me right into the reactor core, and contaminated the whole place with nuclear waste. Luckily, Power Girl and I managed to secure everything so there wouldn’t be a full-on meltdown, but in the chaos the two managed to get away. After that she blamed me and chewed me out, and said I don’t belong in the League.”
“Typical.” Barbara sighed. “Still, Grundy is usually super slow, could you not just dodge his punch?”
Indeed, Kara was Kryptonian, with the Earth’s sun giving her powers that she didn’t normally have. Super strength, flight, laser vision, cold breath, and speed on par with the Flash. If she was in top form, taking on both Livewire and Grundy at once would be a breeze. But sadly, something - or rather, someone - had left her in a more weakened state than usual.
She tried to hide her wince.
“I’m…” She trailed off awkwardly.
“What?”
“I’m sore, okay?” She felt humiliated, her cheeks reddening at the admission. “My boyfriend made me sore.”
“Your boyfriend?” Barbara voiced questioningly, before the realization dawned. “First, you didn’t tell me you have a boyfriend, and we’ll be talking about that. Second, are you really at that stage? And third, if you are, aren’t you Kryptonian? How is that even possible?”
“He’s… gifted.” Gifted would be generous. Harry had a huge cock to say the least, leaving even her bowlegged and limping around for a couple days after they had sex. And knowing Harry’s tastes, along with her own fetish for being on the receiving end, most of their sessions were rough to say the least.
Barbara glanced around as if searching for onlookers, before her voice quieted. “How big?”
Kara put her hands parallel, before widening the distance between them. Batgirl’s eyes only widened the further they moved apart, until she roughly guesstimated the length of his cock. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah, it’s… a lot.”
Her friend snorted. “I would say so! No wonder you’re sore! You’re telling me that your boyfriend is blowing your back out with a horse cock every time!”
“Ugh, please, just talk about something else.”
“Okay, fine.” Barbara smirked, sitting down on her bed before producing a pack of gummy bears and plopping one in her mouth. “Tell me what he’s like.”
“Who?”
“Your boyfriend, idiot.” The redhead rolled her eyes. “Sounds like a total stud, is he dumb as bricks too?”
“Hardly.” She snorted. “First off, he’s a wizard, goes to magic school and everything-”
“Wait, magic school?” Barbara leaned forward in interest. “I thought you’d say he was normal, not a metahuman. This I got to hear.”
Her troubles with Power Girl completely forgotten, Kara launched into an explanation about the man who had stolen her heart, Harry Potter.
She was well aware of the rising heat in her cheeks the longer she talked about him. Especially when she remembered those alluring green eyes, that messy dark hair, and the ways he would suddenly take control. Kara knew she was submissive in the bedroom, and Harry seemed to fulfill every kink along with every crevice within her cunt to the fullest.
“Damn girl, you’ve got it bad!” Barbara laughed loudly. “I didn’t know you could get like this!”
“Stop…” She whined, feeling her heart beat hard as her face seemed to become one ginormous red blush.
That was when the door to her room opened, and Wonder Woman let herself in.
“I could hear the two of you laughing from the hallway.” Diana eyed the two of them. “What’s got you in such high spirits, if I may ask?”
“Just talking about Kara’s new boyfriend.” Barbara said before she could answer, sending her a teasing look. “He certainly sounds like something.”
“Oh my gosh, stop doing this…” She whined again.
“Hah! She’s doing the voice!” Batgirl laughed. “You’re hopeless!”
“Please Diana, you’ve got to save me!” Kara begged.
“I’m quite enjoying this myself. Any man who could get you like this must be special. Please tell me more about him.”
Luckily, Barbara saved her the embarrassment by telling Diana about Harry. Even better, the redhead didn’t go back to teasing her any more, but instead focused her attention on Wonder Woman. “What about you, Diana? Anyone waiting back in Greece? Or wherever it is you go these days.”
“Just outside Paris. And no, no one is waiting.” She said it simply, without self-pity, the way she said most things, but something in it made Kara sit up a little.
“Seriously? Nobody? You’re freaking gorgeous, and could have any man you wanted. There’s genuinely no one?” She failed to hide the disbelief in her tone.
While Diana did have a private life, her image was more public than the other members in the League. The woman acted as the ambassador for Themyscira sometimes, attending international events and balls, but also did have a secret identity for the purpose of having a safe place to settle down at.
Kara recalled hearing something about the woman working in a museum or restoration company of some sort. A simple part-time job she enjoyed to keep herself occupied outside the superhero lifestyle.
That said, the woman was indeed gorgeous and could easily have any man she wanted. Fit and with mature curves, she looked like a warrior goddess, and her outfit had little qualms about showing off those insane assets. Wonder Woman had been featured sexually on the covers of men’s magazines and billboards enough times to get that particular point across.
“My work keeps me occupied, both League business and the small shop I work at in Paris. There is very little time in my life for… courtship, is it still called?” Even Kara could see the longing in the woman’s expression, clearing desiring a love life but unsure how to go about doing it. “I hardly know how to prepare or go about attending what your culture calls a ‘date’. Although… I would very much like to unwind, if I am being honest. It has been a long century.”
A sudden, radical idea occurred to Kara in that moment. So radical, in fact, that it was downright scandalous.
“Diana, if we were to arrange a date for you, would you go?”
At her side, Barbara stiffened, and she could see the exact moment her friend realized just where she was going with this. The redhead’s expression turned equal parts terrified and impressed, eyes wide as she stared her way.
Diana blinked. “What are you suggesting?”
“Yes, Kara, I too, would like to know what you are suggesting.” Barbara looked somewhat panicked, seemingly not forgetting her earlier comments about Harry’s ‘size’.
Kara smirked. “How would you like to go on a date with my boyfriend?”
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“Stupid Dumbledore. Stupid Karkaroff. Stupid Snape.” He spat the last name with more irritation than the previous two, remembering the triumphant sneer on the greasy-haired Potion Professor’s face.
Despite everything he had gone through in his first three years at Hogwarts, it seemed his fourth year would be no less dangerous than the last. He should’ve expected his name to come out of the Goblet of Fire, and yet Harry Potter was caught completely unaware when it happened.
He wasn’t even old enough to compete, being in his fourth year of schooling despite only sixth or seventh years being allowed to become Champions. Nevermind that he never could’ve gotten his name into the Goblet in the first place, nor did he want to.
But that didn’t stop the frowns and glares sent his name when Dumbledore plucked his name out of the old cup, a confused mutter of ‘Harry Potter’ sending the room into condemning silence.
And Harry had bore through it all. From the mutters of “cheat” whispered by his classmates in that moment, to Ron’s jealous expression, and to Hermione’s disappointed frown. Then came the antechamber with the three other Champions, along with the arguing Judges and various Headmasters.
All of them had yelled over each other, trying to figure out how he had supposedly cheated his way in, with a few insults thrown his way all the while. Of course, Snape had no problem disparaging Harry’s name, even going as far as to throw his dead father into the mix.
He was fuming and just plain ready to move on by the time they were let go. His name was now bound to a magical contract, forcing him to compete, and he now had to prepare for whatever the first task would be in the coming month.
He didn’t immediately walk back to the Gryffindor common room in the aftermath, not wanting to face whatever judgement and glares were waiting for him there. So instead Harry found himself wandering the halls of the school late at night, eventually passing by the entryway and out onto the sprawling grounds.
His feet stomped over lush grass, the moon shining bright overhead as he got a much-needed breath of fresh air. He didn’t what had brought him away from the safety of Hogwarts in the dead of night, just that he needed to get away from it all.
A pair of arms hooked under his own then, and suddenly the ground dropped away.
“Bloody hell—” Harry’s stomach lurched as Hogwarts tilted sideways beneath him, lit windows shrinking to pinpricks as he screamed his head off. But that was when he caught a flash of familiar golden hair in the moonlight, amused blue eyes meeting his own.
“You scream like a girl.” Kara informed him cheerfully, holding him several hundred feet above the ground.
“You- Kara, give a bloke a warning-” He sputtered.
“And ruin the surprise? No chance.” She adjusted her grip, her familiar big breasts pushing against his back as she carried him through the sky. “You looked like you needed rescuing, and I happened to be in the neighborhood.”
“In the neighborhood?” He parroted. “It’s midnight, and just your luck I wasn’t in bed.”
“Details.” She grinned down at him
He could feel the irritation from earlier at the whole Triwizard Tournament situation bleeding away in that moment, and it only got better as she set them down on a rocky outcrop on the edge of the Black Lake, looking clear across the water in to the lit up castle in the distance. The brightness of the moon only made the scene more serene, providing just enough light for them to see clearly.
“Okay.” Kara said, as she let his head rest on her thick, comfy thighs. “Tell me everything, you had the face.”
“What face?”
“The one you make before you pound me into next week. I might do anything you want in bed, but being that sore is something even I struggle with.” Indeed there were times when he took full advantage of her Kryptonian durability, fucking her hard in a way most girls couldn’t handle.
“Oh? Are you saying I’m too much for you?” In an instant, he was on top her of, with Kara’s ass up and ripe for the taking. He flipped up the red skirt on her Supergirl outfit, exposing an nice big bubble butt he loved to worship and spank regularly.
She bit her lip. “N-No sir, just that I wanted a small break.”
SMACK
His hand slammed against her bum, red handprint barely visible in the night.
“Ugh!” Her back arched, body lightly shaking in need.
“Good girl.” His words made her lightly coo, and Harry found himself amazed for the upteenth time by how submissive his girlfriend was. They regularly had sex, with Kara crossing the ocean weekly to come visit him. But it wasn’t as good as living with her like they did in the summer, and sex twice or three-times a week simply wasn’t enough for his insane limbo.
But that wasn’t his focus currently, as he instead told her about the Triwizard Tournament, about how his name mysteriously came out of the Goblet of Fire. But beyond that, he talked about how his classmates had reacted, how the Professors smeared his name and argued. At the end of it, Kara looked even angrier than him, her blue eyes flinty in the way when she was silently furious.
“That’s completely unfair.” She slammed her fist down on the boulder below, sending light cracks through it. “You didn’t even put your name in!”
“Try telling them that.”
“I believe you, that’s what matters.” She stared into his eyes. “For what it’s worth, we trained a ton over the summer, so you should be able to handle whatever they throw at you in the upcoming tasks.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” He took a breath to calm down, but that was when their lips met. She sat on his lap, legs on the sides, and plump lips pressed hard against his own as they fought the battle against oxygen and lust. It could’ve been hours that they snogged like idiots, leaving them giggling and out of breath by the end of it.
“Okay.” She said as they sat there, side by side. “I have to tell you something before I completely lose my train of thought. And honestly, what I’m about to say is the most insane thing ever.”
“That sounds ominous.”
She played with her hair anxiously. “So I sort of set you up on a date.”
Harry blinked in confusion, not understanding. Given the night he’d had, it took a moment for the words to fully settle. “You what?”
“With my friend form the League, Diana, also known as Wonder Woman. She’s one of the best people I’ve ever met, and she’s hopelessly naive and never actually been on a real date in probably over a century. She’s always busy with superhero and Amazonian duties to actually experience human culture, not to mention that-” Kara took a breath, realizing that she was rambling. “Also I think you’d really like her, and that she’d really like you. I’m not upset about this, Harry. I want it to work out.”
He listened to most of what she said, but sadly, a different part of his body was acting as his brain in that moment. His cock throbbed with excitement, realizing that Kara was talking about Wonder Woman, one of the most beautiful women on the planet.
One of the original and most powerful founders of the Justice League, a symbol to women across the world, and a regular fantasy to men everywhere. Harry would admit that he had used magazines featuring Wonder Woman on the cover several times while pleasuring himself. That is, when he didn’t have Kara to take care of his needs.
So he voiced the only rational thought he had. “You want me to go on a date… With Wonder Woman.”
“I want you to go on a date with Wonder Woman.” She confirmed.
“Kara, I don’t-” He laughed with a bit disbelief. “Are you sure? I’m your boyfriend.”
“You’re my boyfriend.” She agreed, taking both his hands in hers, more serious now though the fondness never left her eyes. “I love you, and none of that changes. But Diana is a good friend, and is desperately lonely and completely hopeless when it comes to her love life. I trust you completely to do this, and if it doesn’t work out, that’s fine. But if it does turn into something more… I don’t mind. I know this might sound weird, but if you two really hit it off, I’d be happy to share you with her.”
Harry studied her face as if looking for some hint that this was a joke. “You’re actually serious about this?”
“Definitely.” She nodded.
He took a sigh, yet couldn’t hide the curve of his lips. “Wonder Woman, huh? Hard to picture myself going out with an older woman. Especially someone like her.”
“You’ll like her.” Kara murmured, already leaning into him again. “Just make sure to show Diana a good time.”
Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18