Capítulo 35: The Night of Love (18+)
"Wow!" Harley exclaimed delightedly when I turned on the light. She immediately jumped from my arms, only to find herself inside the room a second later, looking around with interest.
"Hmm, now I understood the grimaces of the girl behind the counter. - Locking the door, I stepped out into the center of the room.
This place could be called a geek's paradise, because it was full of various superhero paraphernalia: posters, copies of heroes' symbols, like Eagle's helmet or Green Lantern's ring lying in a small display case. Above the bed hung a round shield, symbolizing Wonder Woman's auxiliary weapon, though I didn't understand what the short spear sticking out from under it had to do with it, but it looked quite harmonious.
"Look how cool it is!" I turned my attention to my faithful companion, who happened to be in the corner dedicated to Bats. Yeah, he's pretty famous and his style is easy to maintain: dim the lights a bit, add dark colors, more bat symbols and a sex swing made of black leather straps hanging from the ceiling.
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha, that's right, that's exactly how I envisioned the Bat Cave.
"We'll try them out, but first a shower. - I picked Harley up again and headed for the bathroom, which was the same size as the main room, and had a huge Jacuzzi tub that the two of us could easily fit in.
***Starting 18+***
What can be better for a man than to bask in a big bathtub after a hard day of work, filled with a lot of events, starting from falling into the hands of a psychopathic doctor and ending with almost death from the paws of an invulnerable monster? Probably the fact that together with this man there will be a delightful and desirable girl.
I lovingly caressed Harley sitting in front of me, touching her soft velvet skin and feeling her goose bumps with every touch as she relaxed in the ring of my arms.
At first I didn't go far, limiting myself to light touches on her back, like a relaxing massage. But with each passing second, the innocent movements became more and more passionate.
A bite on a seductive ear, a gentle blow on the neck, while his hands slowly glide over the belly of the cutie, going lower and lower, but a little before reaching the innermost place to begin the same leisurely movement upwards.
She moaned amusedly, biting her lip while making no attempt to seize the initiative.
"Mr. J... Ah... - My assistant was already panting with desire, but I hadn't played with her yet. My palm slid a little higher to cup the girl's firm, taut breasts as my other hand finally reached her moist cavern.
I could feel our feelings resonating more and more with each passing second, adding to the excitement of the process. If I understood the sorceress' words correctly, our auras were merging, mutually reinforcing each other. Since Harley and I are magically weak, the effect isn't as strong as it was with Ivy's triplet, but it's still noticeable if you know what to pay attention to. There were even occasional sporadic discharges, intensifying the already faint feelings.
"The blonde tried to press her index finger deeper into the tight opening, but I didn't let her, hugging her a little tighter and holding her still. - Mr. J..." She moaned pitifully, turning her head to look at me pleadingly.
Kissing her sweet lips while my thumb plays with the bead of her clit, eliciting another muffled moan.
I've had her on the edge for a couple of minutes now, keeping her from cumming. At times like this, her face is so beautiful, reflecting a whole palette of feelings: passion, desire, love, pleading.
Finally I decided to take pity on her. I lifted my beloved's ass a little, so that I could sit her on my rock-hard boner.
"Yes!" The blonde tensed and immediately collapsed, cumming from the trivial penetration.
"Hey, stay awake!" I pulled the girl's nipples, starting to move slowly inside her.
Harley had a lot more stamina than the average person, so it didn't take long for her to start taking in reality while I switched to her ass. We've been practicing it for nothing, haven't we?!
"More! Harder! Ah!" The girl screamed.
I bent her over the side of the hot tub, increasing the amplitude and depth of my penetration. It felt fucking tight and nice inside her, so I couldn't hold myself back much longer and started pumping my cum into her ass. My assistant shuddered as she experienced a new orgasm.
~Slap~
"Ah!" It got even tighter inside her.
"Hey, I wanted to even the score!" There's a faint palm print on her ass. - Then someone needs to be punished.
~Slap~
"Yes!" the girl shouted as I slapped her ass again with my free hand around her blonde hair.
We had a little more fun in the hot tub, splashing all the water. Luckily, the design of the room was clearly intended for such use, so there was an additional drain built into the floor, or it would not have been good if someone had tried to interrupt us at the height of the fun.
I wondered if I could hide the body or bodies well enough for Bats not to suspect anything. Huh, I could make it look like a suicide, since my increased strength would make it easy to twist a man, and I could do something about deleting the data from the computer. After all, I could set a simple arson to cover my tracks. Hmm, but the Dark Knight can be misled, brainwashed by some bum, creating a new supervillain...
What the hell!
Why the fuck did I just get all serious about killing hotel employees!
My gaze fell on the flushed girl, who was still able to continue. She was still in a state of mind.
"Ah ha ha ha ha!" The memories of the interworld helped me regain my mental clarity, but strangely enough, the excitement didn't go away, so I would continue to do what I had planned with Harley.
Naturally, the first thing we did was to try out the swing. Somehow the situation resembled my coitus with Ivy, except that the vines were not well thought out, preventing me from fully enjoying the green-skinned beauty, but the suspension device in the corner dedicated to Bats was clearly devoid of the drawbacks of the vegetative version due to a more rigid design and additional blocks near the ceiling.
Gotta order one of these for the house, very useful in the household!
"Ah... Yes... Harder... Fuck me!" Screamed my beloved, completely consumed by passion, while I pumped her tight holes with seminal fluid. After that we moved to a huge fuck bed, mistakenly called a bed, where we found gold-colored ropes. I suppose they were supposed to symbolize the Lasso of Truth, but for me it was all about their strength and softness.
I wasn't great at the art of shibari compared to Ivy, who had a knack for it, but with prompting from my lusty assistant, I managed to tie her up tightly, starting another round.
***The End 18+***
"YES!" Harley came hard, throwing her head back. She looked up at me with her colorful eyes as she caught her breath...
"Shit!" I instantly stepped out of the girl, trying to jump off the bed.
~Bam~
-Auch. - The crumpled blanket prevented me from executing a tactical retreat maneuver, slamming around my leg, causing me to sprawl on the floor, head butted.
"Mr. J?!" The blond girl was hanging down, looking at me worriedly, rubbing the bruised back of my head. I understood, because just twenty-four hours ago, a blow like that would have knocked me out for pain, but now that I'd had a little upgrade, it was more unexpected than painful.
I looked closely at my beloved's face. There were a pair of beautiful blue eyes staring back at me. Except I'd bet anything that a few seconds ago, one had been violet blue and the other green. It reminded me of a recent nighttime incident, but Harley had been sleeping peacefully, and she hadn't been involved with the image... Or had she? But according to the sorceress, my assistant's magic reserves are minuscule. Although the change of iris color should not require a lot of money.
There's something I need to find out.
-It's okay, sweetheart. - I stood up, in the process disentangling myself from the treacherous blanket, then sat on the edge of the bed and took my lover's hand. - Listen, have you had any strange thoughts lately, by any chance... Or voices in your head?" I asked casually, trying to make it seem as natural as possible.
The girl stared at me in surprise...
Huh, probably should have started the conversation a little differently.
"I was wondering if you wanted to look any different?
"Um... - Harley visibly booted up, trying to realize what I was saying. Suddenly there was fear in her eyes. - Mr. J., you don't like me...
"No, no, no, no, no. - I hurried to reassure the blonde who was upset. - It's just..." I took a deep breath to collect my thoughts. - ... You just had multicolored eyes. And when you were unconscious from the sorcery, I saw something like that at night, too, but it was like a mirage, and I'm not sure it was real.
"Phew. - She exhaled a sigh of relief, smiling contentedly. - I was afraid I was going to have to dye my hair red.
"What? Her answer was confusing.
"Ivy's a redhead, Mousey's the same. So I thought you'd like that color. But for some reason the dye comes off very quickly, and it only stays on the tips, so you'd have to dye it often, and that's annoying. - She picked up one of the disheveled colored locks, examining it carefully.
"Sunshine, that's not what I asked.
"Oh, if you mean colorful eyes, I dream about them sometimes. Are mine normal now?" Harley tried to see her reflection in the polished bedpost.
Ugh, I guess it's subconscious.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Remind me to check with Zee on that one, though.
"No problem. - The girl responded. - Especially if we pick up where we left off. - She arched her back invitingly, showing off her perfect body, and I just couldn't resist another round.
We were relaxed lying on the bed, having put ourselves in relative order, when Harley suddenly announced:
"I love you, Mr. J.
"And I you. - My lips covered hers, and we melded in a sensual kiss.
Outside the window the dawn was dawning, breaking through the room's thick curtains, by tacit agreement we decided not to start another marathon, and at least get some rest before the return trip to Gotham.
***
In the morning I was awakened by a persistent knock at the door. Mentally cursing at the sudden visitor and wrapping the towel around my thighs, I tried to deal with him quickly, so as not to wake up the tired blonde who was sleeping sweetly.
The receptionist from yesterday was at the door, and she turned red at the sight of me. You shouldn't wake people up so early! It's odd that she reacted that way, though. I have my doubts that the other visitors to the love hotel are more chaste. Maybe she's worried about not being invited to a threesome.
I looked at the girl in front of me with an attentive gaze that made her body literally shiver, but she still said:
"Will you be renewing your room?
"I paid before lunch. - My indignation was unparalleled. I'm thinking how to softly dismiss her, so as not to traumatize her delicate vulnerable psyche, since she is not my type, and I am asked such trivial questions!
"It's one o'clock in the afternoon..." the female employee whispered.
"Uh... Okay, we'll be out of the room in an hour. - I closed the door as I heard my charming companion stirring on the bed. When I returned to the room, I saw a confused blonde who seemed a little worried not to find me around.
As soon as I made my presence known, a happy smile broke out on her face.
"Good morning, Mr. J.
"I'd say lunch.
"Woah. - She yawned widely, stretching. The blanket slid aside, partially exposing my companion's gorgeous body, and it took all my willpower not to pounce on her immediately, repeating the night's marathon. - Ugh... And it felt like seven in the morning. - Harley stood up, tossing the bedclothes aside.
The last bastion of will collapsed, and I pounced on the squeaking girl, who seemed to be seeking such a reaction, judging by her satisfied face, reminiscent of a cat that had eaten a jar of sour cream in one face.
Packing took an extra two hours... Although... I shifted my gaze to the happy blonde walking next to me, the time was not wasted at all.
After lunch in a small restaurant, we easily took a ticket for the train that took us to Gotham in fifty minutes, and now our way lay in the direction of the storage rooms.
Time to see if my bookmark worked. What kind of bookmark, you ask? A pair of found dark hairs wedged in the door. Bats is a super-detective and a very attentive person, but a pair of weightless fine hairs, ready to break at any maneuver, is not something that's easy to spot. And I tried to hide them in one motion so that my maneuver wouldn't be visible to the camera in the corner.
"Ah ha. - Concentration soars to maximum as I slowly open the door of the individual vault. With a practiced motion, I put my palm up, catching two hairs floating slowly through the air. Except one of them was a little shorter than I remembered it. A light gust of wind blew them aside, but all the right ones I had time to look at. My lips stretched into a smirk: someone had been here after all. Sure, he could chip in now, but even under concentration, I didn't notice any extra elements on the door or in the air.
I took the briefcase, showing no signs of excitement, and we walked to the nearest bank, where I rented a safe deposit box and placed the briefcase in it. Of course, before that we had to endure a small battle with the local administration, who were not eager to accept a suspicious deposit from a former super-criminal, but the demonstration of the contents, consisting of two tubes and a syringe, shown on the x-ray convinced them otherwise.
The girl followed me silently, sensing my mood, but I could see that she was literally bursting with a hundred questions, and I was ready to answer them when we were free of possible surveillance. To that end, I took us to the park. I sat down on a bench by a small pond and set my bag and cane aside, and told her about my concerns and the possible bug in my briefcase, eliciting a disappointed sigh.
"So Batman stole the drugs?" My companion suggested logically, because even one such drug is quite dangerous.
"Ha ha, not yet. Still, my brain hadn't atrophied enough to leave such a valuable item in a train station locker. - I leaned down to Harley's ear, hiding my face with her hair, and whispered at the edge of my hearing. - After all, it's much safer to store such things in the ventilation shaft of the asylum's toilet.
It took her a couple of seconds to realize.
"Vee-ee-ee-ee-ee!" She threw herself on my neck out of sheer emotion. - Great, when are we picking them up?
"As soon as something big happens, and knowing this town, that "something" won't be long in coming.
After walking around some more, we headed home.
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