Supergirl: Red Web (Supergirl & Harley Quinn Hentai)

Tonight, Harley Quinn wasn’t going to fail again.

She was about to make her boss proud. The Joker would finally see her worth again.  Underneath the huge and dull grey trench coat she was wearing and a fedora hat of the same colour, she was hiding her classic red and black skin-tight harlequin suit. As if the trench coat was doing any good at hiding her sensual and thick body. As if her hat was doing much to hide her wacky harlequin hood. At least, she thought about bringing a pair of thick sunglasses with her, covering some of her unusually pale, white face, thanks to her makeup.

The place wasn’t the typical location where someone like Harley Quinn operated. Temporally chased from Gotham City by The Clown Prince of Crimes himself (temporally, that was she was thinking, not exactly what The Joker screamed at her as he kicked her out of their lair), she had to find another place to prove her worth again. The random city, and one of the closest one to Gotham City, just happened to be National City. A place such as National City wasn’t exactly used to chaotic criminal such as Harley Quinn. As she entered the National City Bank, she giggled as she couldn’t wait to cause some serious mayhem here. Enough mayhem and chaos that her boss AKA the one man she admired and loved so much in this world would most-likely fly to pick her up again. Yes, that was exactly what she thought was going to be the outcome of this. The outcome of robbing this bank. How classic of her.

Harley slowly walked up to the front of desk where she was immediately made in contact with one of the employees of the bank. The employee didn’t even bother to look up at her as she first approached the desk. Harley waited. The lady behind the desk didn’t say anything or bother to look at her, not even ten seconds after her initial arrival. What a rude thing to do, Harley thought to herself. Oops! She might have said that out loud. She wasn’t sure. Did she or was it in her mind? Not sure. But one thing was pretty certain, she was tired of waiting.

“One second. I’ll be with you as soon as possible,” the lady said to her. Did she hear what Harley just thought or did she say something because she just cleared her throat? One more time, she wasn’t sure, but she was even more tired of waiting.

“I don’t have a second,” she said to her, politely.

“Well, I’m sorry, Miss, but you are still going to have to wait a little. I’m almost done with that, but you should know that we are closing in a minute.

“No. You are not,” not believing what she just heard, the employee finally looked up at Harley.

“Where do you think are, young lady?” she asked. She then, lowered her thick sunglasses, revealed to her her face. She winked. The employee then quickly recognized her.

“Definitely not Gotham City. In our banks, there, we have a much better service. If you know what I mean.”

“The Harley Quinn,” the employee uttered.

“Oh, you recognized me? Do you want a selfie?” she asked her, then all all of a sudden, Harley took her cell phone out of one of the pockets of the trench coast and threw it in the hole of glass wall which separated the two. Harley quickly stepped back. A major explosion followed.

***

When Harley casually walked out of the bank, she was carrying two ridiculously large bags of cash money with her. She had obviously and naturally succeeded at her mission. She kept the fedora hat and the trench coat all the way through, but got rid of the sunglasses and threw them behind her as the bank exploded some more behind her. Cool girls never looked at explosions and Harley Quinn was one of them.

“It was a lot easier than in Gotham. There are no bats or birds to stop us here,” she said out loud as she slowly walked off into the distance. “Mr. J is going to definitely going to ask me to come back to his place after he learns about what I did.”

“No, he’s not, Harley,” a beautiful, but strong and confident woman’s voice was heard to Harley’s right. The bank robber suddenly stopped walking and looked to her right‒there she was‒The Girl of Steel, Supergirl. She was proudly and sternly standing there in the street, having only recently landed, her arms were crossed together. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t having any fun. She was seen wearing a dark blue and blood-red Kryptonian suit. Blood-red cape, gauntlets, boots, and skirt. Her Kryptonian suit was specifically designed to hold and contain her giant KKK-cups size tits.

“Hey, it’s you, Supergirl, is that right?”

“It’s over, Harley.”

“Over? Yes. Yes, it is. You just allowed all these brave people in the bank to die into this awful, awful fire.”

“Mistake. I had more than enough time to evacuate all of them while you were busy serving yourself,” she replied.

“I don’t believe you.”

“As if this was going to offend me.”

“Ah, come on, Super-nipples, if I wanted to offend you, I would do something like, I don’t know, this,” and then, Harley swiftly removed her trench coat, threw it away behind her, revealed her class red and black outfit to her, then began playing with her big harlequin tits through the skin-tight fabric of the suit. This resulted in making the Kryptonian blush. “How about this?” she asked her as she continued playing with her large and heavy juggs.

“...” she remained silent this time.

“Oh, no, I didn’t offend her, I made her blush. My bad.”

“Let’s take you back to your home,” this was the last thing Supergirl said before suddenly charging at the speed of light, swiftly picking up Harley Quinn as she flew away with her into the night sky, carrying her. One hand on her big butt, one hand in the middle of her back. Harley lost her fedora hat as she was taken away without being able to do anything about it.

With the powerful wind blowing all over the both of them, Supergirl’s skirt was blown away and constantly lifted, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Harley saw it. She smirked as she saw her publicly exposed and naked pussy for the first time.

“This gives me an idea. Or two.”

“What are you talking about?” Supergirl asked her, but then, “uh,” she was quickly interrupted by something that Harley had suddenly done to her without any form of warning from her outside of her just saying that she apparently just had a new idea (or two). “What are you doing, Harley?”

“Chill, Super-nipples, Harley kept calling her by that stupid, nick-name she had recently made up as it was also revealed that she had sneaked her head underneath her skirt. Something that honestly wasn’t so hard considering that the fact that her skirt kept being blown away by the strong wind in the sky. However, it wasn’t as far as she pushed this. Harley wasn’t only sneaking her head underneath her skirt, she was eating the Kryptonian’s pussy out. Licking her. Swinging her long, pink tongue all over the place. Starting from her clitoris down to the end of her vaginal lips.

“Are you licking me? Is that your tongue?” she asked her as she was still carrying her in her strong arms. More or less out of control, the harlequin was moving a lot in her arms and had managed to have the space between her legs to rub into her face. Yes, because of her Harley Quinn and of her sexual, deviant tendencies, Supergirl was put in a position in which she was forced to carry Harley up in the sky in some kind of strange sixty-nine type of pose. Not too long after asking her if she was licking her and if it was really her tongue, she was suddenly answered without being answered by voice. She felt Harley’s tongue getting inside of her Kryptonian’s vagina for the very first time since they flew together. “Um. Harley, you can’t do something like this. We are, we are flying,” Supergirl said.

“Really? That’s the only reason why I can’t have a taste of your v? Because we are flying? Ah, come on,” she said.

“Why would you even want to do something like this anyway? Do you like girls? I thought you were only into The Joker?” Superman asked her, blushing as she kept flying.

“Mr. J is nice, but remember, he threw me out of our house. I’m not sure if it means that we broke up, but in my world, I know it at least mean that we are taking a break. Know what I mean? There is nothing wrong with me spending some time with other people. And to answer your other question: Yes, of course, I’m into girls. Dicks are nice and all, but I love the taste of a great vagina once in a while as well. Yours tastes amazing by the way. I’m into,” Harley complimented her.

“It does? You truly think so?” she blushed even more.

“It tastes amazing. A lot better than any of the others sluts I had before in Gotham City. Alright. Let me go back to it,” and just like that, Harley continued licking Supergirl’s pussy some more. Enjoying it a lot obviously. Thus caused the caped super-hero to blush some more and to getting wet rather fast.

Without forgetting to mention that with Harley showcasing her impressive, gymnastic, acrobatic abilities by wrapping her legs around Supergirl’s body and continuously rubbing her crotch all over her face, the Kryptonian couldn’t help but getting hornier and hornier by the second. Even though she truly wasn’t when this all started and caught Harley Quinn before deciding to bring her back to Gotham City herself. Initially, her plan was to bring her right away to the Gotham City Police Department, but at this point, everything Harley had done to her, had unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how she was going to look at it and react to it) slowed her down quite a bit during their flight. They had left National City, the main location where Supergirl operated and where Harley ultimately decided to rob her bank a long time ago. But they were still so far away from Gotham City. Supergirl was now carrying Harley above Metropolis as she was licking her and eating her out. Supergirl was still flying. Hovering above the skyscrapers in the night sky, but she was no longer making any form of progress toward Gotham City. Nor now or anytime soon. The wetter she was getting, the more interested in having Harley continue to lick eat her out in the sky she was. She blushed and moaned as she felt more and more tempted to sniff Harley’s crotch. After struggling with that idea for a while, she finally did it. She sniffed her pussy through her skin-tight suit.

“Yours smells pretty good. I wonder if it tastes anywhere as delicious as you say mine is,” Supergirl admitted out loud.

“There is only one way to find out. Am I right, girl? Come on. We are already flying, sixty-nine style, how about you give my pussy a try?” she offered to her.

“Is it fine with you if I make a hole in your suit?”

“Go right ahead. I got six other ones back in Gotham,” she told her.

“Understood,” Supergirl then pierced a hole in her red and black suit. Did the same thing for the red thong she was wearing underneath it. Supergirl sniffed her exposed pussy some more and then licked it for the first time. Tasting it.

“So, how is it?”

“It tastes phenomenal,” she said, smiled and then proceeded to lick her some more. Meanwhile, giggling and cackling, Harley inserted her tongue inside of Supergirl’s pussy again as she also toyed with her sensitive Kryptonian’s clitoris.

“I thought so,” Harley said.

Supergirl moaned, squealed and then screamed in pure sexual satisfaction.

It was only a matter of time before Harley made her have the orgasm of her life.