You slowly regain consciousness, the cold wind of Gotham City nipping at your skin. As your eyes flutter open, you realize you're tied to a chair, sitting on a gritty rooftop. The skyline of the city looms around you, the night sky dark and starless. For a moment, everything is still and quiet, and then you hear soft, muffled sobs. Turning your head, you spot Harley Quinn, sitting at the edge of the rooftop, her legs dangling over the side. Her usual bubbly demeanor is completely absent—she's hunched over, her face blankly staring at the view across the city. After the quick panic subsides you finaly decided to listen to what the crazed woman was ranting. After listening intently for a few minutes you realize she's complaining mostly about... practically everything, mostly about the Joker though. She continues this rant for what possibly could have been an hour going through fits of anger and sorrow before finaly pausing for a long moment, breathing heavily, trying to steady herself. Her shoulders are shaking slightly, and she wipes her eyes again with a sleeve. She giggles for a moment in the silence. Well, that's what led me here. I'm renouncing mista J and becoming a new me. So that's why I snatched ya off that ally and brought you here, your going to help me be a better me, whether you like it or not... please? she looks back at you with longing, tearful eyes and you can tell she's genuine.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you finally take in your surroundings. The harlequin-themed outfit had been torn off of you somehow, leaving you completely exposed and at the mercy of Harley's unpredictable whims. She giggles nervously upon seeing your reaction. "Oh, I just thought... it would be more fun this way," she explains meekly. Her cheeks flush a bright red as she looks away, seeming more embarrassed than anything else.

The thought of helping her move past the Joker clearly distracts her from any potential awkwardness, however. "Really?" she asks excitedly, her voice laced with hope. "You'd do that for me? Oh, thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me." With a sudden movement, she launches herself off the roof, landing gracefully beside you before wrapping her arms around your neck and squeezing tightly.

"I'm gonna make it up to you," she whispers in your ear, her breath tickling your skin. "First things first: we're getting out of these ropes!"

Her touch is electrifying; the sensation of her firm breasts pressing against your chest makes it difficult to think straight. As if to emphasize her hold on you, she squeezes tighter, grinding against your crotch. The feeling sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, causing your hardening member to twitch uncomfortably within the confines of the ropes that bind it.

Despite being wrapped up in this newfound physical connection with Harley, you manage to focus on her words. She says she's going to get you out of these restraints, and despite the predicament you're both in, there's something strangely reassuring about that. You can tell by the way she clings to you that she needs help, and for some reason, that desire to protect her only intensifies your arousal.

Biting down on her bottom lip in concentration, Harley begins to methodically inspect the knots around your wrists. Her nimble fingers run through your hair, caressing the back of your neck as she searches for an opening. "Almost got it," she murm

"Almost got it," she murmurs breathily, before expertly loosening the knot around your wrists. You feel a surge of relief as your hands spring free, and her delight is palpable when they move to remove the restraint from her own wrists. The moment they're unbound, she throws her arms wide in triumph, pumping her fists into the air.

Her body still pressed against yours, Harley spins around, taking in your now-free form and grinning widely at you. Her fingers dance across your chest once more before trailing lower, brushing over your exposed hipbone. "Now we're even," she breathes huskily into your ear, her hand working its way down further until it reaches the base of your cock. She gives it a squeeze, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat.

"I think I owe you more than that," Harley murmurs, using her free hand to guide yours to her chest. "Why don't we even the score?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as you yank her clothes off with ease, revealing her voluptuous body underneath. The cool night air rushes over her skin, goosebumps rising on her flesh. She lets out a shuddering breath before wrapping her legs around your waist and returning the kiss with equal fervor. Her tongue tangles with yours as their bodies align perfectly, pressing against each other in perfect harmony.

As you devour her mouth, Harley's hands explore your bare chest, her fingernails skittering across your nipples until they're hard and aching. With a low groan, she rolls her hips against yours, seeking the friction she craves as her body moves in sync with yours.

The taste of Harley Quinn is unlike anything you've ever experienced. The tangy sweetness of her lips mixed with the slight bitterness of her tongue sends waves of desire coursing through your veins. Her soft curves seem to melt into yours, making it difficult to tell where one begins and the other ends.

With a sharp intake of breath, she digs

With a sharp intake of breath, she digs her nails into your shoulders as she comes apart under you, her body shuddering with release. Her legs wrap tighter around your waist, urging you on as her moans grow louder and more desperate. You can feel the warmth spreading between your bodies as she climaxes again and again, each orgasm more intense than the last.

She's a wildcat in bed, clawing at anything she can reach while her body arches toward yours with an almost primal hunger. Her gasps of pleasure mingle with breathy moans, urging you deeper into the sensual madness that is Harley Quinn. With every thrust, you feel yourself being pulled closer to your own release, the need for release growing more insistent with each passing second.

Finally, as she comes apart one last time beneath you, her nails rake down your back and her legs squeeze so tight it's almost painful. With a hoarse cry, you feel yourself exploding inside of her, the tension finally released in a powerful orgasm that leaves you both

As your cock finally hits the back of her womb with each thrust, you can feel her walls clench tight around you, milking every drop of your essence as it pours into her. Her legs grip even tighter, digging their nails into your skin as she lets out a throaty moan. The pleasure is so intense that her whole body shakes violently with each orgasm, the release washing over her in a series of powerful waves.

Her lips part with every deep groan and gasp, her tongue flicking out to trace your lower lip as she comes apart under you. With every thrust, you feel yourself being drawn deeper into this hazy, sensual world where only the two of you exist. There's a wildness to her that matches your own, a fierce need for connection and release that can only be sated by someone who understands the chaos within.

In this moment, you know without a doubt that whatever happens next, however crazy things may get between you two, it will never be boring again. Harley's world is one of endless possibility and unbridled passion, and for better

With a cry of surprise, Harley sees Poison Ivy approaching them. Her vision momentarily blurs as she tries to process the situation, then focuses back on you and Ivy, her body reacting instinctually to your thrusts inside her. She feels a surge of possessiveness wash over her; you're hers right now, and no one is going to take that away from her.

As Ivy approaches, Harley's hand moves down between your bodies, gripping your hard length and guiding it toward Ivy. "Here, honey," she purrs, thrusting herself upward into you with renewed vigor, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Why don't you have some of this?" With a wicked grin, she nods at Ivy, urging her closer as they form an unholy threesome on the rooftop.

As Ivy gets closer, Harley's body is wracked with desire and need as she feels both of you hard and ready for her. With a moan of pleasure, she arches her back into your touch, moving in perfect sync with your thrusts inside her. Her hands explore your bodies possessively; one grips the back of Ivy's head, urging her down toward you as the other caresses your chest and abs, marking you as hers in this intimate dance of passion and lust.

"Oh God," she cries out, her hips bucking wildly against yours as she comes apart again at the seams. Her fingers tangle in Ivy's hair as she feels her wetness spread across your skin; it only serves to intensify the pleasure coursing through her. She looks up at you, eyes dark with desire and need, and murmurs huskily, "I want us all together... like this."

Harley pushes herself upright on shaking legs, positioning Ivy between your bodies before straddling her once more, taking you deep inside as she leans down to kiss Ivy

Her world is spinning as you thrust deeper inside her, filling her up with your warmth and your desire. Her eyes are locked on Ivy, their lips barely parted as they share breathless kisses that seem to last for an eternity. Harley can feel the tension building in her body once more; she's so close...

She moans against Ivy's mouth, her hips moving erratically on top of her, seeking the release that's just out of reach. It takes every ounce of self-control not to come apart right now, but she knows that holding back will make it all the sweeter when she finally does.

Her nails scrape down Ivy's back, leaving trails of fire along her skin, as she thrusts harder and faster into her lover beneath them. Her breasts sway with every movement, nipples hard and aching for attention. With one final cry, Harley comes undone in a shuddering orgasm that seems to last forever, her body convulsing around both of you as her pleasure washes over everything.

She collapses forward onto Ivy

"Hey! You promised!" she protests weakly, still dazed from her orgasm. Her eyes flutter open as she feels the cooling sensation of your cum on her skin where it had been just moments ago; a pout forms on her lips as she realizes you've withdrawn. "Ooh, mean," she says with a giggle, moving to straddle Ivy once more and positioning herself between your legs.

Her fingers dance down between Ivy's legs, spreading her wetness across your cock before guiding it toward her awaiting opening. Harley looks up at you, mischief gleaming in her eyes, as she leans forward to kiss both of you, lapping at the remaining taste of herself on your lips before saying breathlessly, "Now let's do this properly."

With that, she sinks down onto Ivy's finger, taking you inside her with a moan. Her hips rock back and forth experimentally, readjusting to the sensation of having you deep within her again. Her free hand grasps at your chest, feeling the smooth skin beneath the harlequin t

Her hips rock back and forth experimentally, readjusting to the sensation of having you deep within her again. Her free hand grasps at your chest, feeling the smooth skin beneath the harlequin top, as she leans down to capture both of your lips in a passionate kiss. With each thrust upward, she moans into your mouth, feeling the warmth of Ivy around her and the stretch of your cock inside her. Her body moves instinctively, lost in the rhythm they've created together, her eyes slipping closed as pleasure washes over her once more.

As your body slams into hers, the pleasure is all-consuming. Her nails scratch at your back, urging you deeper inside her with each thrust. She can feel herself tightening around you with every movement, the hot wetness of Ivy only adding to the sensation. Harley's lips part in moans as she focuses on feeling everything; the skin against skin, the wet heat of their bodies pressing together.

Her eyes flutter open, gazing into your own before flickering over to meet Ivy's, her mouth curving into a sinful smile. The thought of carrying both of you inside her for nine months fills her with a strange mixture of delight and possessiveness; it's just another way for them all to be connected forever. "Yes," she groans, arching her back as she comes apart around you once more. "So good."

Her hips undulate wildly beneath yours, guiding your cock deeper with every thrust. The feeling of being so intimately joined with both of you at once is overwhelming; Harley knows there's no other place in the world she'd rather be right now than right

Her body trembles and convulses around you as she feels herself grow increasingly closer to the edge once more. With every thrust, her insides clench tightly around your cock, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from within. Her nails scratch frantically at Ivy's back, leaving bloody trails across her skin as they both lose themselves in this unholy union.

As the sensations build to a fever pitch, Harley can feel herself start to shudder and spasm around you, her muscles clenching tightly as waves of ecstasy wash over her. She cries out your name as her body arches into yours, her eyes squeezed shut in bliss. A hot rush fills her core as she comes apart for what must be the hundredth time tonight, her channel spasming and milking every last drop of your seed from your aching cock.

As her vision returns and she feels herself beginning to slide back down onto Ivy's finger, Harley looks up at you with eyes glazed over in pleasure and relief. She cups your cheek in her hand,

cupping your cheek in her hand, and whispers softly, "Thank you." She leans up to capture your lips in a tender kiss, their tongues dancing together as they share the afterglow of their incredible lovemaking session. With a satisfied sigh, she collapses onto Ivy's chest, her body still quivering with pleasure.

"How did you do it?" she asks breathlessly, feeling a strange sense of wonder and awe creeping up on her as she lies there, spent but content. "I mean... all of that time locked up in the cell, and then... just like that... you snuck out and came for me." Her fingers trail up your arm, brushing against your neck and shoulder before tangling in your hair.

Harley Quinn looks over at Ivy, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen from their passionate tryst. "And you," she whispers, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Thank you for trusting me, even when everything was falling apart." She glances down between your bodies, taking in the sight of Ivy's finger still

Her lips part in surprise and pleasure as she feels your hard length pushing deep into Ivy's eager pussy, her body arching into yours instinctively. With a low moan, she leans forward to kiss you again, their tongues dueling as she rides the finger buried inside Ivy while feeling the intense thrusts of your cock rocking them both.

"Oh... gods," she breathes out, her eyes closing in bliss. "It's like we were meant for this." Her fingers dance over your chest and shoulders, skimming across sensitive skin and teasing nipples as she takes pleasure from the feel of being surrounded by both of you.

Harley Quinn shudders with every powerful thrust, her body tensing as another orgasm rolls through her. With a soft cry, she comes again, this time around Ivy's finger and your thrusting cock inside Ivy. Her legs wrap tighter around yours and Ivy's waist, pulling you both closer together in a tight embrace as the pleasure washes over her in waves.

The world fades away as pleasure engulfs her; all that exists is the sensation of being filled to the brim by you and Ivy. Her body moves in perfect sync with yours, every thrust deepening the connection between them as she cries out your name. Her fingers thread through your hair, urging you deeper inside Ivy's welcoming heat, her hips undulating against yours in a rhythm that feels so right it's almost painful.

With another shuddering moan, she comes once more, this time with such force that her entire body convulses around both of you. Her muscles clench tightly, holding onto you as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her in a dizzying rush. For just a moment, everything stops; the world seems to stand still as she savors the feeling of being completely and utterly satiated.

Harley collapses forward onto Ivy's chest, spent but satisfied, her breath coming out in short gasps as she tries to catch her bearings. She tangles their fingers together, linking them all like some sort of perverse chain

Her whole body tenses as she feels you thrust deep inside Ivy, your hot seed shooting up her womb and leaving her spent in the most wonderful way possible. A loud moan of relief escapes her lips as she collapses fully on top of Ivy, their sweaty bodies intertwined like some twisted tapestry of desire and need.

As her breathing slows and her senses begin to return, a satisfied smile curls up the corners of her mouth. "Well," she pants, "I think it's safe to say that was... unique." Her fingers trail down Ivy's body, skimming over sensitive flesh until they reach her clit. Giving it a teasing circle, she asks with a crooked grin, "Think you might be feeling a little randy yourself?"

Her hand moves between your bodies then, cupping your still-hard cock as she brings it closer to Ivy's wet folds. With a sinful smile, she begins to stroke you slowly up and down, her thumb brushing across the sensitive head again and again. "What do you say, Ivy? Wanna help me take