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Chapter 1: It Begins
The mansion known as "Shadowcrest" was perched high on a hilltop outside of Gotham, so that the impressive old structure with its lofty towers and aged walls offered an impressive view as it looked out toward the dark looming city.
The sun was just setting, and the pinkish orange rays of light washed over Shadowcrest, giving the old manor home a lovely luminous hue, as the heavily armored BATMOBILE pulled up in front and slowed to a stop.
"Well, this is it, Batgirl," said an exhausted Zatanna from the passenger seat of the legendary vehicle. "Thanks for the lift. I really appreciate it. You can drop me here."
"Wow! That's a beautiful old place," said Batgirl, her eyes widened by the scene of the stately old mansion. With her work as Batgirl, Barbara was used to the sight of "stately Wayne Manor," but Shadowcrest had a very different feeling to it. Older, grander, . . . stranger. Of course, she'd heard the legends about the old house: That it was inherently magical in nature; that it was larger on the inside than on the outside; that it could magically disappear, and then reappear in a new location; that it was a magical conduit that actually existed on another plane of reality. But with its magical nature, it was hard to know exactly what to believe, and what to disregard as wild fantasy. As she stared up at the ancestral home of the Zatara family, Batgirl's imagination soared at the thought of what secrets the old manor home might be harboring.
"Oh, I'm sorry, haven't you been in before?" asked Zatanna, who was clearly having trouble keeping her eyes open.
"Actually, no, I haven't," replied Batgirl.
"If you have a moment, why don't you come in?"
"I wouldn't want to impose, Zee. You must be exhausted after that battle with that 6th dimensional Netherbeast."
"I am exhausted, but it won't be any trouble. Besides, you can help me in. All that spell-casting has left me so drained, I can barely stay on my feet. Would you mind giving me a shoulder to lean on, . . . just 'til I can get inside and crash on the couch?"
"No problem. I'd be happy to help, but. . . "
"What is it?"
Well, pardon my ignorance but, can't you just 'zap' yourself inside and onto the couch?"
"Not when I'm this wiped out," the shapely young magician replied, chuckling.
"OK, then, just lean on me."
For the next few minutes the two beautiful young crime-fighters made their way up the long flight of stairs that lead up to the ornate front doors of Shadowcrest Manor.
"Shadow-mithage-Vethasupage," Zatanna uttered the incantation under her breath just outside the massive sculpted bronze doors at the manor's front entrance.
"What was that?" asked Batgirl.
"A password spell. It will give us safe passage past a number of the home's protection spells. It gets us through the front door and foyer."
Once inside, Zatanna hobbled on unsteady but remarkably shapely legs through Shadowcrest's foyer, and into a beautifully appointed octagonal Study, complete with a magnificent old fireplace, a chandelier, an ornate low table, and a beautifully crafted old love seat.
For her part, Zatanna immediately crashed on an oversized love seat, like it was a cheap couch from the mall. In truth, the lovely bit of hand-crafted furniture was well over 200 years old. Its wood was ornately carved, and its upholstery beautifully embroidered. But despite its age, there was not even a hint of mustiness or fatigue about it. It looked as if it were brand new, as though it had just been brought in from Marie Antoinette's boudoir.
Once she was sure that Zatanna was comfortably at ease, Batgirl took a moment to look around the intriguing old study, replete with exotic artifacts and memorabilia from the world of magic.
To Batgirl's eyes, the room was utterly breathtaking, like something out of a museum. Leaded diamond-paned windows looked out over a lovely intimate courtyard. Pictures and memorabilia from the world of magic adorned every possible nook and cranny. Ancient arcane leather-bound books with strange unrecognizable writing lined the mahogany bookshelves which lined 4 of the room's 8 walls. Some of the memorabilia, like a poster advertising a performance by "The Great Zatara," (Zatanna's father) seemed to be from the bright showy world of stage magic; while others artifacts, like some of the strange books and jewelry in the room, seemed to have darker, more arcane, secretive origins.
As Batgirl looked around the old room, she was unaware that she was being closely observed.
From within a large amulet lying on the antique coffee table, an entity stared up and out at her. Mixed in with the day's mail, and a number of other old antique items which were scattered on the coffee table, the exotic amulet didn't particularly stand out. It seamlessly blended in with the overall ambiance and cluttered "mise en scene" of the room. But in truth, the golden amulet was quite unique. It was inscribed with runes, etched in a circular pattern around a large amber jewel mounted in the center of the amulet. From within this gem, an intelligent pair of eyes peered outward, . . . and upward.
As the inhabitant of the amulet peered curiously out through the gemstone, he could see everything in the room, but the central gem gave an amber hue to the scene, and caused a subtle but definite blurring distortion effect around the edges. As the decidedly male eyes cast curiously about the room, their gaze fell admiringly upon Batgirl's lovely flanks. As she slowly strode around the study, looking up at the books on the aged bookshelves, she had no idea that she was putting on a rather riveting peep show for the inhabitant of the amulet. From the decidedly low viewing angle of the amulet on the coffee table, Batgirl's tightly clad rump was inadvertently putting on quite a captivating show. The viewer's lusty gaze devoured the delicious curves of her slowly twisting churning plump ripe ass.
But as delightfully tempting as Batgirl's buttocks were, as soon as the viewer realized who it was that he was seeing, his gaze quickly strayed, for he sought out a very particular subject. Now, as his eyes cast about further, his gaze at last fell upon the sprawled out physique of the lovely Zatanna Zatara.
Lying there on the couch, the observer in the amulet gazed longingly at Zatanna's outstretched body. Her full womanly thighs were temptingly parted, her womanhood protected only by narrow, silky-smooth, shiny, black panties.
From its position on the coffee table, the amulet afforded a rather unforgettable view of Zatanna. Sprawled out on her back, with her legs parted, and hanging over the edge of the love seat, the viewer was looking right between her lovely legs. Shapely beyond belief, and clad only in her trademark fishnet stockings, Zatanna's thighs were weaving a kind of "magic spell" of their own, as the unseen viewer took in the glorious scene laid out so generously before him. Her thighs were thick, lovely, full, and suggestive, made all the more captivating by the fishnet stockings, which acted almost like a computer-generated wire-frame to describe and highlight each and every subtle curve and nuance to the girl's enchanting and magnificently developed thighs, hips, and buttocks.
For long lusty moments, his eyes covertly danced and darted all around her spectacular physique, quickly zooming in on one delectable curve one moment, then darting off to enjoy several others.
Lovingly framed by the girl's full rounded thighs, was the girl's lovely pubic mound. Clad only in narrow-cut silky, shiny-black panties, cut oh-so-high on the hips, the subtle curves of Zatanna's pelvis beckoned the viewer as surely as any summoning spell. . . .
"Can I get you anything to drink?" Zatanna offered Batgirl.
"No, I'm sorry, I really should be going. After today's goings on, you need your rest," Batgirl replied courteously. But a moment later, the young crime-fighter's eyes opened wide, as a glowing green shimmering faceless figure appeared in front of her, holding a tray with a tall glass of water on it.
"Zee?" Batgirl looked to Zatanna for some reassurance or explanation as to the nature of the transparent glowing apparition.
"Oh. . . yeah," she replied in a distracted way, "I should explain. It's just a magical Servitor. It's not a ghost or anything. Its nobody, it's just a magical construct. It's like having a magical non-corporeal wait-staff. They clean up and see to all the mundane chores. They've been with the house forever. I'm sorry, I should've explained sooner. I've lived with them for so long that I just take them for granted. Everybody should get some. They're awesome."
Hesitantly, Batgirl took the glass of water that the Servitor was offering, and gingerly took a sip, then placed the glass back on the silver tray, half-expecting to see the magically supported tray crash to the ground. But it didn't. A moment later, the Servitor whisked off as silently as it had appeared.
"You get used to them after awhile," Zatanna offered reassuringly.
"Yeah. . ." replied Batgirl, somewhat unconvinced. "We'll stick with Alfred. Well, I'd better be going. Are you sure you have everything you need, Zee?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Hey, how's it going with you and Bruce? I mean married life and all?"
"It's great."
"No, I mean, . . . y'know. . . in the bedroom?"
"Zee!" Batgirl responded, a little shocked at the directness of the question."
"Well?"
"It's good."
"Really?"
"Yeah, ..." after a moment of consideration, she opened up a bit more, "We go at it almost every night."
"Really? . . ."
"Yeah, . . . sometimes we go several rounds, . . . and it's not always in the bedroom. . . . We do it in the cave all the time."
"Seriously? I had no idea Bruce was such a horn-dog."
"Zee!!!!!"
"Well, what do you do about Alfred?"
"Bruce just gives him the night off." Then after a moment, she continued. "Its just that, . . . we've been giving him the night off a lot lately." Both girls laughed.
"Well, good for the both of you!" Zatanna added supportively.
"What about you, Zee? Any progress on the dating front?"
"Actually, . . . yeah. I'll fill you in some other time. Right now, I just need some rest."
"OK, you just take it easy, girl. Have those magical Servitors of yours wait on you hand and foot until you get your strength back. Call me if you need anything." And with that, Batgirl left.
Chapter 2: The Visitor Arrives
With Batgirl gone, Zatanna was all alone now, and free to fully relax. Still sprawled out on the love seat, she closed her eyes now, and sighed a sigh of total relaxation. All that talk about Batgirl and Batman "going at it almost every night" had planted some naughty seeds in her imagination. Absent-mindedly, her delicate white-gloved hand slowly reached down between her full nubile thighs, and began to gently stroke the silky contours of the front panel of her black panties.
The entire scene had had a rather "stiffening" effect on Zatanna's unseen admirer, who now watched in rapt, wide-eyed fascination as the world-famous magical sex-pot slowly casually began to stroke herself off.
In no time Zatanna found her center. Closing her eyes, and letting her mouth hang open, she quickly began to stir some rousing sensations between her lovely legs. She stroked herself until her mound was fairly sparkling with warm, indulgent, pleasurable sensations. Now her pelvis began thrusting against her fingers, and faint gasps escaped her pretty lips. "Ahhhhh hhhh!-hhhh!"
The sensations were divine. Slowly the tensions and concerns of the day faded away. Absent-mindedly she grabbed a tit, and squeezed it. It felt good. "Mmmmmm. . . " It was the perfect way to end the day and unwind from the stresses of the week. Well, almost perfect. It would have been better with a loving man with whom to share her bed . . .
As if in answer to her thoughts, Zatanna's secret admirer now began to emerge from the amulet in the form of a long stream of green glowing mist. Then the column of mist ever-so-slowly, began to materialize silently right there in the study, just a few feet from Zatanna.
For a moment, the dreamy-eyed Zatanna toyed with the notion of bringing herself off right then and there, quick and hard, her legs spread wide, her busy fingers buried between her legs, 'til a savage blessed pleasure lanced through her groin, ferociously decimating her composure, causing her to lurch and spasm uncontrollably, until the demon-pleasure slowly receded, her needs replaced by a profound calm. But at last, she thought better of it. It might be nice to tease her self-pleasuring out, long and slow. So reluctantly, she slowed her busy fingers and relished the nourishing misty sparkling sensations that smoldered between her legs.
As she lay there, disheveled and sprawled out, thighs spread devilishly wide, her pretty white gloved hand resting comfortably on her mound, the mist from the amulet, unnoticed and unseen by the lovely magical girl, began to gather and coalesce, until finally it finally took on a solid recognizable form. The figure of a fit young man now stood there before her, in the study, gazing down with leering lusty eyes at the undeniably fetching form of Zatanna, sprawled out as she was in a rather compromising indicting position. Even if her observer hadn't already seen Zatanna stroking herself just a few moments ago, the suggestive position of her legs and her delicately poised hand, left little doubt as to what she had been up to in the privacy of her study.
Having now fully materialized, Klarion Bleak looked down longingly at Zatanna's lovely outstretched form. While for centuries he had been known as "Klarion the Witch-boy," he had clearly long since outgrown that nickname. At a full 5 foot 11 inches, he had grown into a fine strapping young man. Gone were the awkward buckled shoes and white knee-socks of his youth. But he still wore a simple black suit, with a white shirt and tie. His odd haircut still sported two horn-like outcroppings that vaguely hinted at some sort of mischievous deviltry.
Savoring the moment of his silent unseen arrival on the scene, he gazed down in awe at the truly beautiful sight before him. Zatanna was indeed a sight for sore eyes, and a sight that any heterosexual male would drink in like ambrosia. Lovely in every proportion, clad in a costume which highlighted her every feminine curve, she was the epitome of sex appeal. Caught as she apparently was, off guard, exhausted and spent, with her legs spread embarrassingly wide, and her dainty little gloved hand poised suggestively on the front panel of her panties, Klarion relished her compromising position and the fortuitous timing of his arrival.
His eyes drank in the scene of her, poured out so erotically over the love seat. How he wanted to take her, to hold her in his arms as would any red-blooded heterosexual male, to grope her form in his eager hands, how he wanted to. . . --but there would be time for all of that.
"So you're the mighty Zatanna. . ." he said simply, in a vaguely amused tone.
Zatanna jumped half out of her skin and half out of the love seat, as her eyes popped open with a mixture of embarrassment and alarm.
"How? What??!?? Klarion! What are you doing h-mmmMMMMPHHhhh!!!!"?
With a simple snap of his fingers, Klarion silenced his host, so that she found herself neatly and expertly bound and gagged, and deposited rather unceremoniously on the oversized love seat, stretched out on her side in highly and provocative and very appealing pose. Her long, sleek, shiny leathery black boots were bound at the ankles with a magical cord which Klarion had enchanted to defy most escape spells. Likewise, her slender knees were neatly trussed with more of the enchanted cord, which traced its origins back to ancient Babylonia. Her wrists were tightly bound behind her back thrusting her impressive breasts forward in such a way that the large fleshy forms were nearly spilling out of her top, in a way which was . . . most distracting. Finally her mouth was gagged with an ordinary piece of duct tape, which Klarion had enchanted himself to protect it from being tampered with.
As she lay there, wriggling on her side, mmphing erotically, Klarion's eyes drank in the scene with erotic delight. The slenderness of her ankles in that buttery supple black leather was simply heavenly. The dainty proportion of her pointed toes in those boots was similarly stirring. The narrowness of her body at the ankles, knees, and waist only emphasized the incredible fullness of her wide curvy womanly hips. And those fishnet stockings, . . . truly did justice to those remarkably shapely thighs. It was lovely to so totally have the advantage over her. But as undeniably fetching as her outstretched physique clearly was, it was her sexy wriggling, innocent wide-eyed look of astonishment, and helpless mmphing which was truly the proverbial "cherry on top."
Klarion drank in the scene with fetishistic zeal as Zatanna wriggled sexily and helplessly on the love seat. Her sexy muffled mews, wide eyes, and wriggling motion of her bondage had a decidedly flirtatious , . . ."coquettish" quality to them. Deposited there, as she was, no woman had ever looked lovelier.
Klarion's eyes lingered over the tempting curves of Zatanna's full womanly fishnet hips; they dwelt on the "outpouring" of her lovely soft fleshy breasts, then danced delightfully over the sharp point at the front of her panties, where her mound was nicely framed by those full wriggling thighs.
"My dear, Zatanna, . . ." Klarion began, rather formally, "I must say, that you've never looked lovelier." Despite the seeming sarcasm of his taunt, in truth he meant every word that he'd spoken, for the bound Zatanna truly was captivatingly lovely, and captured in her taut bindings, could not have looked more appealing.
She growled her frustrated response through her gag, "Mmmmmmm-mmph!"
"Now, perhaps you're wondering why I've come," he began as if they were conducting a perfectly normal conversation. "Well, as you can clearly perceive, I have come of age. I am no longer the petulant witch boy of my youth. I have become a young man. And as such, I want what every young man wants. . . .
. . . a young woman."
"mmMMMMPPHH!!!" Zatanna protested through her gag. It must have been unbelievably frustrating to be bound in such a humiliating fashion, and worse yet, that the gag over her pretty mouth had so effectively silenced her. Not only could she not verbally protest, but the stubbornly simple and effective gag prevented her from casting any spells in her own defense. Long ago she had committed to a path of study that specialized in spells that were reliant on verbal incantations. In many ways it was superior to other forms of conjuring. With just a few words, she could quickly summon powerful magic spells, and Zatanna had always had a gift for the reverse incantation technique which most magicians found awkward and off-putting. But verbal incantations did have their drawbacks. As a result of her dependency on verbally conjured magic, all of her legendary extra-dimensional magical might could be controverted and confounded by little more than fifty cents worth of duct tape. It was a irony which was not lost on Zatanna, but one for which she had not yet found a proper solution. So, silenced as she was, she listened.
"I beg you to reconsider, Zatanna. We are both powerful magic users, both in the prime of our youth. I am, of course technically several hundred years old, thought to be timeless by many, but biologically I possess the body of a man slightly younger than yourself. In many ways we are uniquely well-suited to eachother. If anything you are getting the better of the deal. "
"Mmmmph!" Another sexy grunt from Zatanna clearly conveyed her disagreement.
"Really? You don't see it that way? Mmmmm. Well, I confess, your physical beauty far outstrips my own, but surely you can see past such shallow petty trappings. I'm told that many women are attracted to 'bad boys.' I believe that I do qualify. Besides, I am a man of some substance and promise. And after all, what good has your beauty done you? I mean, think of it. I should've thought that a rich powerful beautiful famous celebrity like yourself strutting around in fishnet stockings and shiny black panties would have been able to easily find a wealthy fit male suitor. For that matter, you'd think that an endless line of celebrities would be throwing themselves at you. After all, you are a sex symbol, every fanboy's wet dream, voted one of the top 10 sexiest heroines in the world, ranked fourth in Comics Buyer's Guide's '100 Sexiest Women in Comics' list. Good for you, and yet, so far as I know, you've had precious little luck establishing any kind of serious meaningful relationship."
The truth of his words bit hard. Suddenly, Zatanna was glad she was gagged, as she truly had no response to the warlock's stinging observation.
"Mmmmm. It's odd, isn't it?" Klarion continued. "But honestly, strutting around in that outfit of yours . . . . . Not that I'm complaining, . . . I mean, the costume is undeniably fetching. I can barely tear my eyes away from you sometimes, . . . but . . . it could come across as a bit . . . desperate on your part, don't you think?"
Zatanna reflexively blushed at Klarion's compliment, then her mind whirled with the implications of the second half of the comment.
"Anyway, all of that got me to thinking, 'Why isn't Zatanna having any luck with men?' It's not because you're into women, is it?" Klarion asked.
Zatanna shook her head sheepishly. It was embarrassing to be having this one-sided rather personal conversation in the first place, especially while bound and gagged, but she might as well be truthful with her part of the conversation. She was not, after all, into women.
"Just as I thought," Klarion continued, "so perhaps Zatanna isn't having any luck with men because she's never met her equal. That made good sense to me. How can you take any guy seriously when you wield super-dimensional powers, and most guys can't even comprehend what a super-dimensional power is?
So that made me think that maybe you just needed to meet a man who was your equal. Clearly that pointed to me. So, before approaching you, I asked Supergirl what it is that you super-females are looking for in a guy. And I was rather surprised at her answer. She said that many super-females have a secret desire to be dominated, that all of those cosmic powers tend to cause you to crave a feeling of vulnerability. I found that to be absolutely fascinating, especially considering my own natural proclivity toward being the dominant member in a sexual relationship. So I'm here offering myself as a potential sexual partner. Now I shall remove your gag that you might have an opportunity to respond." In a moment, he peeled off the tape gag.
"Look here, Klarion, I just went twelve rounds with a sixth dimensional netherbeast, and I'll not be lectured about--"
"Seventh."
"What? --"
"It was a seventh dimensional netherbeast, not a sixth dimensional netherbeast, and its name was Fluffy."
"How do you know? What are you talking about?"
"The beast that you fought earlier today. I'm well familiar with it. It's one of my pets."
"What?!!" Zatanna barked incredulously.
"I arranged for the beast to appear, because I knew you would be called in to battle it. Only by dealing with such a formidable foe would you required to exert your rather limited skills."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because I wanted you to deplete your magical powers to the point where you needed to rest."
"Look, the truth is that I could use a good rest, but-- What? Why would you want me to need a rest?"
"Because, as I have already explained, my dear, I desire you. And now that your powers are tapped out, it will be far easier for me to have my way with you, . . . to dominate you, . . . repeatedly if possible. I've been planning all of this for some time, you know.
Supergirl told me that you super-women often prefer forceful men who take charge, and that 'your kind' tend to be sexually submissive. With my magical skills, I believe that I am uniquely qualified to dominate you, in a way that even Superman could never manage. But having you start off weakened should not only enhance your sense of vulnerability and my sense of superiority, but should also make the job of restraining and dominating you much easier . . . and fun. I am here to take charge in that particular fashion, to sexually gratify both of us. . ." then after a moment, he added, ". . . repeatedly."
"You plan to what?!!!"
"I believe that I have explained my intentions rather clearly now. Would it be impertinent of me to comment on how anger brings an appealing flush to your face?
"Yes."
"Ah, . . . Then I won't do that."
"Klarion! I've had just about enough of this, now I want you to--"
"Ah, but we're only just starting, my dear."
"Esaeler ym sgnidnib!" Zatanna suddenly called out, invoking a magical escape spell, . . .but her bindings were not released.
"Ah, see there, my dear. You're so exhausted that you lack the power even to effect a simple escape spell. Still, there is no reason to take chances." With the wave of his hand, the gag reappeared on her face in a flash.
"Mpphh!! MmMMpphh!" she protested sexily.
"There, that's much better," Klarion beamed with genuine satisfaction. "Now, to do something about that disagreeable attitude of yours." Waving his hand, he spoke a few cryptic words of arcane magic, and there was a brief flash of light. Afterward Zatanna's expression eased. "There, that should put you in a more agreeable erotic mood. Now you'll be more open to my advances, and . . . Oh yes, I believe the spell enhances your libido by a substantial factor. Oh, don't worry. You'll still struggle and protest a bit, but only with that lovely fetching wide-eyed coquettish astonishment that I find so very engaging. I wouldn't have it any other way."
It was true. Zatanna's protests now sounded more like the mews of a kitten. There was no rage in her voice. Only the sounds of protest that a sexy wide-eyed Gil Elvgren girl might make.
Now sitting down beside Zatanna on the love seat, Klarion's eager hand absent-mindedly wandered rather directly to the fullness of Zatanna's fishnet-clad rump. Who could blame the young lad as his curious hand casually explored the magnificent full curves of the bound heroine's flanks. His hand explored each rotund buttock with unfettered glee. Bound as she was, her curves were amazingly full, plump, . . . perfect. His lewd hands now slid to her perfectly toned thighs, and the lovely smooth transition from thigh to buttock.
"mMmmmmmm-hh. . ." Zatanna mewed sexily.
Now his hand returned to the full lower portion of her buttocks. His guilty hand explored the wide expanse of her shiny-smooth black panties, dwelling on the lovely divide between the buttocks. He could spend the rest of his life exploring this woman's body, and he had every intention of doing just that.
"mMmmmmmm-hh. . ." she mewed again breathlessly, as though she might be secretly enjoying his attentions.
"I must say, my dear, that I simply love your choice in panties. The black silk is really you, and it happens to be my personal favorite. But with a fundament as lovely as your own, I fear you may have a bit too much coverage back here."
With a wave of his hand, the panties magically transformed from a full-coverage cut, to a daring clever black thong.
"And this fishnet, . . . it's totally fetching when one can only see you, but now that I have my hands on you, it's rough course feeling is rather getting in the way." As he stroked her ass and thighs, the fishnet stocking slowly dissolved away, heightening the girl's already extreme sense of over-exposure.
"mMMMmmm-hh!" she mummphed in astonished surprise. Still, it was exciting at some level for her to see just what a man would do with her when he was utterly and completely free to do . . . whatever he wanted. Clearly he was an ass man, and given the ludicrous extremes to which he had gone to arrange her abduction, he must have been highly inspired by her beauty.
"There!" he said, as the whole of her ass and thighs had been bared of the last remains of her fishnet stocking," I may change that back later, if the whim strikes me." Then for a rare moment, talkative Klarion Bleak fell silent as his eyes and hands shameless explored Zatanna's naked thonged ass and the backs of her perfect bound thighs. For several glorious minutes of silent sublime reverie, he simply stroked her smooth naked perfect legs, as his manhood stiffened. It was utter nirvana, as he lost himself in the undeniable sensuality of the girl's young magnificent body. He stroked her everywhere, indulging in his every whim, delighting in the sensual smorgasbord of her body.
Zatanna, for her part closed her eyes. Eased by Klarion's relaxation spell, she slowly found herself easing into the moment. Aroused as she was even before Klarion's arrival, and anxious for the attentions that only a man could offer her, Klarion's bondage massage was now having an undeniably stirring effect on the young heroine. She had never felt so, . . . wanted, so desired, so womanly, . . . so helpless. His hands felt incredible on her legs, touching her everywhere, and the delicious feelings in her legs were stirring sensations of a more intense kind . . . between her legs.
Now his hands crept up the side of her hips. She cursed herself for wearing panties that were cut so very high at the hip, but the alluring cut was clearly having a powerful effect on Klarion as he explored her physique with rapt fascination. There was nothing that she could do but slowly wriggle under his lusty ministrations.
As a stage magic performer, she had been tied up repeatedly to demonstrate her ability to escape. It was here, that she'd first discovered the sexy thrill that possessed her when she was bound. There was something about the helplessness, the overt availability of her body, and the visceral sense that her body was , . . . "on display" that sent a chill through her body. But in stage magic, there was never anyone to take that thrilling sensation to the next level. There was never anyone there to take advantage of her body and whip it up into a sensual, sexual frenzy. . .until now. Klarion's hands now skillfully took advantage of Zatanna's "bondage thrill," and whipped her up into a sensual delight that was utterly unsurpassed in her experience. He was doing exactly what she had always fantasized about, but never actually experienced. What would he do with her next? Every nerve tingled in breathless anticipation. She had never been so excited.
The only sound in the room, was the sound of Zatanna's breathing, which was rapidly becoming deeper and quicker as her own arousal grew to a fever pitch.
Soon his questing hands strayed to the fronts of her thighs, and to her inner thighs. Her eyes widened as he drew ever nearer to her needy misty mound. She did not fear his touching her there. She feared the effect that she knew it would have on her. What would he do to her? How would he pleasure her? How many times would he pleasure her?
The naughty forbidden thought prompted a sigh of total submission from her muffled mouth, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-hh," as her body relaxed and surrendered to him completely. At some level, this was just what she needed, and the slow thrusting wriggling motion of her hips betrayed her smoldering pent up desires.
Perhaps sensing her submission, Klarion switched his hand back to her rump one more time, and squeezed the tender, full, round flank lovingly. The wide feminine fullness of her hips and ass were endlessly intoxicating to him, as was her total accessibility, and her utter incapacity for escape.
But as surely as Zatanna was his bound prisoner, it was he, in truth, who felt "captivated" by her tender available tempting feminine curves.
Impulsively Klarion grabbed a tit. There was nothing subtle or gentile about the gesture. He just saw what he wanted and grabbed it. It was a rather crass gesture, but there was an undeniable appeal to the blunt directness of it. And now that he had the large heavy tit in hand, he savored the weight, heft, and soft impressive dimensions of the highly coveted form. There was nothing Zatanna could do as he sampled her chest fruit, not even complain or protest. There was something strangely appealing in her helplessness, as he helped himself to her highly coveted charms. She closed her eyes and sighed as he coarsely sampled her chest. She loved the coarse directness of the act. Then, suddenly, without warning, his hand came away from her breast.
"Enough of this lying around. It's time for you to get up on your feet!" he said, abruptly breaking the sexy silence.
Now helping her up onto her feet, he took care to steady her wobbly off-balance legs on her sexy-shiny high-heeled black boots. The boots did wonders for her legs. Her hour-glass figure and well-developed hips twisted and wriggled suggestively as she struggled to maintain her balance.
"Servitors, assist me!" he called out. Instantly two of Zatanna's magical servitors appeared, answering Klarion's command, much to Zatanna's surprise.
The servitors steadied the teetering heroine long enough for Klarion to walk around behind her, his eyes dipping to take in the view of her lovely bottom, but he was disappointed to see that a pair of long coattails on her tuxedo jacket obscured his view.
"Whoever put those tails on this costume was committing a heinous travesty!" he cried out with righteous indignation. With a wave of his wand, the tails narrowed and parted, revealing Zatanna's daring thong and perfect butt cheeks peeking cheekily out from between the tails.
It was an adorable look, which Klarion savored for a long beat, but even as adorable as it was, the tails still obscured some of the best parts of the heroine's legendary rump, so, . . . with some reluctance, he waved his hand again, and the tails disappeared entirely. Glancing down with unabashed male desire, at her fine feminine derriere, his eyes feasted on the fantastic globes of flesh, and delighted in the undeniable cheeky charm of the view, the perfection of her proportions, and utter rightness of his impromptu tailoring decision.
"Yes, . . . that will do nicely."
"Mmmmhh?" Zatanna mewed in surprise. Many times had she been accused of wearing a costume that was too revealing. Never had she imagined that there were those among her many admirers who found the costume far too . . . conservative.
A moment later, Klarion dismissed the Servitors with a wave of his hand and a hearty, "Be gone with you, servitors. I shall summon you later if I need you." In an instant, they vanished.
"Of course, I'd love to put you down with a sleep spell," Klarion continued, "but just in case you have a natural resistance to sleep spells, I've decided to knock you out the old fashioned way." Waving his hand, he induced a flash of light, and an instant later, a rag doused with a highly scented substance appeared in his hand. "At least it is magically conjured chloroform," he offered. Then clapping the rag over the perfect features of Zatanna's beautiful wide-eyed face, he dosed her.
Teetering on viciously high-heeled boots, and long lovely legs that were tightly tied at the knees and ankles, Zatanna could barely stay upright, let alone offer any meaningful resistance to the chloro-dosing. But she teetered quite fetchingly, her wide hips wriggling this way and that as she mmmphed with heightened new intensity into the rag.
"mMMMPPHH-hh!! mMMMMMMMMPHH!! MPHH!-MMM-MMMMPPHH-HH!!!!"
The girl's struggling wriggling body was sight to behold. With her arms tied so tightly behind her back, her incredible breasts were thrust and jutted forward and upward, virtually bursting from the confines of her stage costume with unimaginable appeal, like missiles begging to be launched upward and out.
Delighting in the scene, Klarion groped the needy quivery tits shamelessly, as he took in the entire erotic scene of her lovely twisting body by gazing into a wall-sized antique mirror which graced the opposite wall. Just the sight of those lovely wriggling wiggling thighs, . . . he'd never get over them.
At first her eyes were wide with panic and arousal, when the rag was so suddenly thrust over her mouth and dainty nose, but soon, her pretty eyes began to lose focus, and her lovely eyelids with their fluttering black lashes, began to lower to half-mast. Then her eyes began to roll up into her head, as her struggles and her muffled cries slowly lost their vigor as well.
Through it all, the bulge of Klarion's manhood, was wedged happily and deeply into the tempting divide of Zatanna's ass. Nudged and nestled between the plump naked cheeks of her thonged ass, wedged up against the fullest part of the underside of her ass cheeks, it had never been happier, or more stiff.
Leering with an unhealthy erotic glee, Klarion watched as the consciousness slowly drained from her eyes. In just a few moments, she would be even more vulnerable, if that was even possible, to his lurid desires and advances. For long seconds, her eyes rolled up into her head as she succumbed to the drug's effects. The erotic effect of her eyes rolling was incredible. For Klarion, the moment was super-charged with erotic appeal. Then slowly, ever so slowly, her eyelids drooped, and her body sagged, signaling her utter and complete surrender to him.
Now Zatanna's beautiful young curvaceous body fell limp and helpless in his arms. How the mighty had fallen. The once great and powerful Zatanna, the "Mistress of the Magic," was now reduced to this, . . . a helpless, slumbering sexpot.
"How fortunate," Klarion thought to himself, "that you chose to wear a uniform that would be entitled 'Sexy Magician' or maybe even 'Slutty Magician' if it were to be on sale in a costume shop.
"You're really quite a handful aren't you?" he said aloud. "Well that's just fine. I'd like to fill my hands with some of you. Reaching down, he sampled the unresisting girl's massive breasts, testing their heft, softness, and firmness, feeling their full resounding roundness, and their beckoning points. But as pleasant as it was groping her mammaries, there was something that he wanted more. Reaching down, his hands found her rather magnificent derrière. Long had he sought to lay his hands on Zatanna's magnificent and world famous buttocks, and now he couldn't stop himself from enjoying them thoroughly.
Her bottom was fantastic, full and plump, round and wonderful in a way that only a young woman's bottom could be. His hand eagerly cupped the full tempting forms, gently squeezing them, palming them, and sampling the full curvature of the soft toned flesh, so buoyant and responsive, marveling at their softness and buoyancy. Groping her naked ass shamelessly brought a lurid smile to his face. Her ass belonged to him.
Gently depositing her face-down on the couch, Klarion unfastened her bindings, and then began exploring Zatanna's lovely smooth shiny upturned ass again. This time he had even better access that when she had been on her side. His eyes and hands devoured every supple curve of her tempting upturned rump. His hands plunged in to the soft tempting flesh with fetishistic zeal. The plump cheeky forms rippled and quivered, and trembled in a way which was utterly. . . magical. Cheeky, rotund, plump, quivery, . . . all of those words applied, but none of them seemed sufficient to describe the girl's enchanting posterior. It was a dream come true for the young man to have such a remarkably beautiful sleeping woman at his disposal. It was surreal. Now gazing down into the cleft between her buttocks and thighs, he dreamed of penetrating her, long and hard, . . . and deep. Not yet.
Rolling her over onto her side, he enjoyed all the sights of her full supple thighs, her wide, wide hips, and her neatly pointed groin. As fun as it had been to grope her struggling resisting form while bound, it was somehow even lovelier to grope her utterly unresisting form now.
Finally rolling her over onto her back, his fingers explore her pretty forbidden mound, touching the pointed front panel of her panties as he had dreamed of doing a thousand times before. Then kneeling down beside the love seat, he buried his face between her thighs, kissing, licking, and nuzzling her mound, while his hands gripped her large round upward-thrusting tits. As if in approval, Zatanna began to dreamily moan in soft coos of unmistakable arousal.
Now growing impatient, Klarion wished to properly bed this woman. So he scooped up the slumbering heroine in his arms, and carried her "hammock style" in front of him up toward the second floor. But after just a few steps, he stopped for a long, long moment in front of the massive antique mirror. Here, he gazed longingly into the mirror, to admire the reflection of the full beckoning contours of her ass, as it hung posed so temptingly in the mirror before him. He loved the way her shiny black mound peeked out from between her full round thighs and buttocks. He loved the way her head was flung back, emphasizing the length of her long slender neck. He loved the way her breasts soared upward, forced to do so by the arch of her back. It wouldn't be long now.
Then Klarion flipped Zatanna's limp form over one shoulder, so that her wide womanly ass was handsomely on display in a classic OTS pose. Standing there before the antique mirror, he admired the wide expanse of her perfect womanly thonged ass. He loved how this pose had a tendency to compress a woman's flesh, spreading it out, emphasizing the apparent width of her womanly hips. Now he stood looking into the mirror, groping the unresisting soft flesh of her hips and ass, squeezing her perfect unresisting beckoning contours at length. She was HIS to do with as he liked.
For a moment Klarion recalled absent-mindedly that there were fanboys out there who probably dreamed of having Zatanna like this, . . . bound and helpless, all to themselves. He smiled as he enjoyed the good fortune which had delivered her buxom physique so totally and utterly under his control, and at his disposal. In that moment, he dedicated the occasion to all those Zatanna fanboys out there. He would take her properly now, tasking himself with enjoying her sensuality with proper gusto, in honor of all the fans out there who might never have a chance, . . . quite like this.
For starters, there wasn't much that he could imagine wanting to do more than groping that sweet sexy ass of hers, all unresisting and helpless. At length he palmed and groped her defenseless upturned ass, then he reluctantly turned and took her up the grand old wooden stairway to her bedroom, her limp arms and long black mane of hair swinging crazily as he made his way along.
Chapter 3: The Bedroom
Klarion grinned lasciviously as he entered Shadowcrest's master bedroom, with the lovely curvaceous limp hour-glass package that was slung so casually over his shoulder. Here, in the sacred privacy of her own bedroom, he would finally, once and for all, have his way with Zatanna.
Zatanna's room was beautifully appointed. Arched diamond-pane windows looked out into the courtyard, luxurious maroon curtains hung on either side of them. A bear-skin rug was laid out in front of the fire place. For a moment he considered taking her right there on the rug, but after a moment, he decided that bed would be more hospitable. Then, with the snap of his fingers, he lit a roaring fire in the fireplace. The fragrant crackling roaring fire set the proper mood, and cast a marvelous pattern of warm glowing highlights and shadows across her prominently upturned ass.
An impressive king-sized bed with red coverings dominated the room. Stepping forward he lowered Zatanna's impeccably lovely form onto the bed, so that her body flopped out, her large breasts bouncing alluringly, as she was splayed out on her back across her own comfortable bed, her legs spread wide. For a moment he wondered how many times she had secretly pleasured herself in the cozy confines of this room and this bed.
He imagined her here under the covers, gasping (as she had in the study) as busy fingers teased inside her wet panties, bringing her repeatedly to the very brink, teasing herself there for a while, then finally indulging herself, jerking and spasming sharply under the sheets as her secret rapture savagely had its way with her, leaving her body exhausted, satisfied, and utterly depleted, as she slumbered in damp panties, and twisted sheets.
She looked so relaxed now, her arms spread out over her head as they were, her mane of black hair spread out on the bed, her prominent breasts so nicely on display, so available. Her legs were spread out so naturally, so he decided to lower his body onto hers, to see what it felt like. With his arms straddling her, he climbed on top and her, and lowered himself onto the length of her. His hips felt soooo good pressed against hers, his male bulge pressed between her thighs, pressed against the taut contours of the front of her panties. Soon he began grinding his own bulging pelvis against the taut contours of her groin. The sensations were divine as he slowly ground his stiffening manhood against her mound.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh-hh Mmmmmmmm. . . ," A breathy coo from Zatanna's lips seemed to acknowledge the stiffening of his manhood.
He is close, . . .very close. His excitement understandably peaks quickly. Fearing that he might erupt too early, Klarion reluctantly climbs off of the lovely dazed magician, takes a deep breath, and positions himself in the center of the bed. Pointing his finger at his dozing partner, he levitates her bodacious body so that it hovers peacefully up over the bed. Using his mind and his magic, he turns her body this way and that posing her, and positioning her shapely physique, so that he can see her from every angle he has ever desired. His poses are creative, sensual, and remarkably convincing. Perhaps it was only his imagination, but Zatanna almost seemed to be helping him, adding her own expressiveness to the poses. Was it his imagination, or was she arching her back of her own volition, and sticking out her ass for his lurid enjoyment?
When he could stand it no longer, he lowered her into bed again, next to him. "Wake, my dear, and make love to me as if I were your lover." In response, Zatanna's eyes blink open. She rolls over. Her eyes brighten as they meet Klarion's, and she greets him with a warm suggestive smile. Now, sitting up in bed, she takes off her tuxedo jacket, unfastens her top, and then removes it, revealing a pretty white silky bra which tragically seems wholly unable to support its proud but ponderous load. Arching her back distractingly, she reaches behind and unfastens the bra, allowing all of her bounteous beauty to spill gratuitously out. She removes her boots, leaving on only her tiny black thong and a pretty white silk bow tie. The effect is electrifying.
Now with a naughty grin, she pulls back the comforter, and slips her sexy legs under the covers, encouraging Klarion to do the same. A snap of the fingers accomplishes that, and now they are nearly naked together under the soft comforter.
As their naked legs intertwine, her sexy legs feel absolutely amazing! The press of her skin against his is electrifying. Nothing could be better.
For long moments, they simply grope and kiss, exploring each other's bodies eagerly. He is stiff like a iron spike.
Next she climbs over him, and begins to dangle her pendulous breasts, swinging them in teasingly his face. He loves "drowning" himself in the fleshy bouncy orbs. Her shapely satin legs are indescribably wonderful as they intertwine with his own, as they roll about on the bed. Her generous breasts crush against his chest, as their tongues intertwine. His hands go, as if by their own will, to her perfect plump ass, as they plunder eachother's bodies at length. His member is stiff as a board, oozing precum on her precious thighs and hips, as they lose themselves in the moment.
When they are both breathing heavily, she takes a break and throws back the covers, and grins mischievously, as she lowers her head toward the center of his body. His eyes open wide as her pretty mouth opens to receive his erection. Now the world seems to stop as her wet silken mouth envelops him. His hands casually toy with her naked thonged ass and tits, but his attention is irrevocably drawn to the miracles that she is performing below his waistline.
For long glorious moments, there is nothing but the warm wet wonderful sensations of her pretty perfect mouth and tongue delivering the wonders of fellatio to his eager appreciative member.
At last, she breaks off, and positions herself suggestively on all fours. Responding eagerly to the unspoken invitation, he sidles up excitedly behind her perfect form. His impossibly stiff member stabs at the soft yielding curves of her ass, smearing her saliva and his precum all over the inspiring fleshy orbs. Reaching around, his free hand gropes her ponderous, pendulous, heavy, fleshy tits. At last, she parts her thighs, and his member slips in-between them. His hips are crushed up against the perfection that is her thonged ass. A moment later, her tender thighs close gently but firmly on his manhood. His needy member is crushed between her naked thighs, his hips thrusting against her quivery thonged ass, while his free hand gropes her tits. It is all so perfect. Nothing could be better. It's too much.
Her soft ass trembles, quivers, and quavers as he thrusts wildly. Her thighs are so warm and so smooth, so toned, gripping him so tight, her ass so soft, so plump, so desirable, so . . . his. Crushed between the toned muscles of her thighs, the sensations in his member begins to soar toward release. So close. Now he keeps thrusting, thrusting between those naked thighs, thrusting against that pillowy, quivery derriere. She seems to care nothing for her own pleasure, at least not at the moment, but dedicates herself totally to his enjoyment.
He loves taking her like this, . . . humping her from behind.
They remain locked together like this for some time. After a while, she slowly lays forward on her stomach, his member still gripped between her thighs as he humps her plump quivery perfect ass. Then she rolls over to one side, and he humps her some more that way, as they spoon. The position rolls and transitions a couple more times, but always she has him and holds him gripped lovingly between her thighs.
Finally, he knows that he cannot sustain the sensation overload any longer. Thrusting hard between her thighs, pounding her pale quivery ass, Klarion cums. Time stops, the universe tilts on its axis, and all the lights in Gotham blink out, as raging ecstasy detonates inside his manhood.
"Oh, baby!" she whispers in a sexy breathy tone.
There is only her body and his need, as a 10,000 megaton orgasm erupts within him.
"SPURT! -- SPURT! -- SPLURT!"
"SPLORT! -- SPLORT! -- SPLORT!" like a hot geyser, he spills his manhood copiously between her thighs. Zatanna squeezes her thighs tightly as her lover spills his all, disgorging his seed all over her, his body lurching and jerking uncontrollably as the rapture seizes him. Zatanna marvels at the effect her body has had on him, as the orgasm possesses him utterly. He cums in long sticky ropes between her thighs. It is the totality of everything he has ever wanted.
At long last, when the orgasm has subsided, Klarion still clings to her impeccable body. As he stays there, his heart pounding, his manhood still crushed between her thighs, grateful in his afterglow, he reconsiders having climaxed between her thighs. As he thinks about it now, he wishes he had cum all over her ass, instead. Invoking a favorite temporal spell, he goes back three minutes in time, to just a few moments before he came. Again he is thrusting wildly against her perfect ass.
It is not so much that he "undid" the last three minutes, so much as it is that he gets to repeat them in a slightly different way. In effect, he will have all the memories and sensations of both variations on the moment.
Finally, he knows that he cannot sustain the sensation overload any longer. Thrusting hard between her thighs, pounding her pale quivery ass, his pleasure soars toward its release. At the last moment, Klarion pulls out, and cums, jetting himself all over her perfect captivating ass. Time stops, the universe tilts on its axis, and all the lights in Gotham blink out, as raging ecstasy detonates inside his manhood.
"Oh, baby!" she whispers in a breathy voice.
There is only her body and his need, as a 10,000 megaton orgasm erupts within him.
"SPURT! -- SPURT! -- SPLURT!"
"SPLORT! -- SPLORT! -- SPLORT!" like a hot geyser, he spills his manhood copiously all over her ass cheeks, splorting and splattering all over her gentle feminine curves. He cums in long sticky ropes all over her perfect ass.
Klarion smiles.
Chapter 4: Midnight Visitation
It was midnight at Shadowcrest. Zatanna stood in her study again, staring out the rain-drenched window at the flashing lighting and voluminous thunderstorm which raged outside. Shortly after Klarion's orgasm, she had drifted off to sleep, probably the result of one of Klarion's sleep spells.
When she finally awoke, some hours later, Klarion was gone. Only her cum-spattered bottom and the twisted sheets bore testament to his ever having been there. No, it had not been a dream. He had come and bested her, then run off without giving her a chance to get even, . . . or to get off. Showering and dressing herself again in another of her sexy tuxedo ensembles, she stared out the window, wondering what the impish Warlock's next move would be. Still drained from the day's battle, she feared that she still might not be refreshed enough to cast any spells, but she dare not fall asleep again, lest he might catch her unawares again.
But even as Zatanna stared out her window, . . .from far away, through a crystal ball, Klarion was already watching her. Though the crystal sphere looked brand new, so smooth and clear, without any scratches or smudges, his crystal ball was actually thousands of years old. It afforded him any view that he desired, of any subject in the universe. Sliding his fingers along its surface like the touch-screen of a smart device, he used the orb to pan up and down the full length of the curvaceous sorceress, first panning high to shamelessly peek down the front of her low-cut top, then panning down to glower at her full womanly thighs, and high-cut panties. Then finally, he spun the crystal ball to view her . . . from the rear.
"So you're the mighty Zatanna," he said idly to himself, in his dimly-lit, well-appointed study. The view that the ball gave him was remarkable. The dim orange light from the crackling fire played devilishly over the fulsome hillocks of Zatanna's marvelously developed buttocks. Covered again in a pair of high-gloss shiny black panties, Zatanna had no idea that her impeccably undulating curves were, at that very moment, putting on a show for her unseen admirer.
Klarion was disappointed that the panties offered rather full coverage of her rump. Only the lower portions of her cheeks peeked out scandalously from under the edge of the sexy satiny panties. But the view was still remarkable, and at least this tux had no tails to obscure his view.
Placing his fingertips on the glass of his crystal ball, and spreading his fingers wider and wider, he zoomed in on Zatanna's hindquarters like one might do to zoom in with a smart pad device. Now the view became even more captivating as Zatanna shifted her weight nervously, but sensuously, from one hip to the other, as Klarion drank up the scene of the curvaceous interplay of churning Lycra-clad flesh and fishnet-clad musculature. Grinning fiendishly at the illicit view, he started to fog up the crystal ball, then rubbed it clean with his sleeve.
"Enough of this!" Klarion finally declared. "It's time for round 2! Besides, the capture is one of the best parts. . . . Why not do it twice?"
Snapping his fingers above his head, is body dissolved into a puff of dark smoke.
A moment later, in Zatanna's study, a puff of dark smoke materialized silently and unseen behind the lovely Zatanna. Seconds later, the smoke gathered, and solidified into the form of the randy young warlock. From his position 6 feet behind her, Klarion took in the view of the lovely young girl, thinking to himself that she looked even better in person than she had through the crystal ball.
Positioning his hand horizontally, palm up, in front of his face, Klarion silently took a deep breath as though he were about to blow a handful of dust out of his hand and toward Zatanna's back. But when he finally blew out his breath, an array of 6 tiny darts materialized out of thin air, and quickly covered the distance between the warlock, and the Zatanna's turned back.
"THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!" All six darts impacted unerringly on the fullest part of Zatanna's lovely buttocks.
The beautiful outraged girl whirled in shock to face her attacker, but even as she turned to face him, Klarion raised his hand in the gesture of a defensive spell.
"Ah-ah-ah, Zatanna! I would not do that if . . . I . . . were . . . you! You see, my pretty, your powers have yet to return-turn-turn, and . . . I'm afraid-fraid-fraid that the drug in those darts-arts-arts is . . . rather fast acting-acting-acting. It should leave you quite. . . helpless-less-less, in just a few moments-oments-oments. . ."
Zatanna began to waver on suddenly unsteady legs, as Klarion's words echoed in her head. A lascivious grin danced over Klarion's mischievous face, as his eyes lustily devoured every curve of her. He made no attempt to conceal, or to apologize for, the obscenely low angle of his eyes, as he unabashedly glowered at her sexy legs, thighs, and shapely pelvis. Who could blame him.
"Ohhhhh-hhhhhhhh Nnnnnnnnn-hhhh. . . " she moaned as he took an unsteady step forward, reaching for the couch to steady her suddenly wobbly legs.
Her eyes lost focus, and her pretty eyelids hung at half-mast. What was happening to her? "W-What did you . . .d-do to--? . . ."
She never got to finish her question, as she collapsed again into her love seat.
Apparently robbed of all her strength, Zatanna lay there limp and unresisting as Klarion again shamelessly, and lewdly explored every inch of her magnificent groggy body.
His hands felt soo good on her inner thighs. His fingers felt so good on her mound. So did his lips.
Now Zatanna threw her head back as he buried his head between her legs. For a guilty moment she no longer cared about defeating him. She was too weak and groggy to resist. It had been too long. Now all she wanted was to find her own release.
Now as she made low incoherent sounds, she lifted her pelvis to meet him, grinding her mound against his life-giving lips. Placing her dainty white-gloved hand on the back of his head, she shamelessly pulled his head down with surprising force as she ground her pelvis back against him. As she closed her eyes, all she could think was how good it felt to have a man between her legs.
Chapter 5: The Dungeons
When Zatanna opened her eyes, she did not at first recognize the dark foreboding environment around her. She tried to stretch her legs, but found herself quite unable to move. Looking around, she found herself to be snugly bound to some kind of upright wooden armature, which was slightly reclined, her body posed in a the form of the letter "Y," with her lovely legs together, her arms outstretched above and to the sides of her. The pose did much to emphasize the lovely swell of her hips.
She could see little else in the dim lighting.
"Welcome back, my dear," Klarion welcomed her, his voice echoing in the cool cavernous space.
"Where am I?" she retorted sharply.
"Oh-ho ho! You don't even know? How charming! You, my dear, are in the dungeons of your own lovely home, Shadowcrest."
"Dungeons?" Zatanna replied. "Shadowcrest has no dungeons. It has a vast sprawling wine cellar, but there are no dungeons. I ought to know."
"Ah, how little you know about your own home, my lovely. Shadowcrest is no ordinary home. It exists on multiple planes of existence. It is the nexus of multiple dimensions. It is the intersection of magic and the imagination. Certainly you must know this! Oh yes, my dear, it certainly has vast, extensive, sprawling dungeons, . . . dungeons of all kinds and shapes, . . . and purposes. It's just that you've never allowed your psyche to explore them fully. Imagine! A lovely girl like you never having been on a dungeon romp. Well, . . . we're about to take care of that!"
"Sgnidnib esaeler!" she called out again, testing to see if her strength had returned, but nothing happened.
"Oh, your magic won't work here, my dear. This particular dungeon exists solely for me to dominate you. Your powers have no meaning here."
"What do you plan to do to me?" she asked defiantly.
"Oh . . . " he paused to consider his answer. "What do you think? Mmmmm? . . . I guess we'll have to see. But I will tell you this. I plan to do . . . whatever I want to you."
Zatanna pulled uselessly on the large iron manacles that secured her wrists.
"Those are 'psychic manacles,' my dear, crafted in outer Manchuria, over a thousand years ago. I guarantee you that even Superman's heat vision couldn't melt them."
Zatanna was impressed. He had gone to some rather extreme ends to detain her. "Why have you-- . . ."
She never got to finish her question. Klarion was sick of talking, and with Zatanna in chains before him, he had better things to do. The magical tape gag flashed instantly into existence over her lovely lips, quickly and effectively silencing her. Why did females talk so much?, he idly wondered chauvinistically.
Now stepping close to her, he sensed her cringing, so he snapped his fingers to evoke yet another relaxation/arousal spell. It would be no fun at all, if she couldn't enjoy this with him.
Now he reached up high above him, placing his hands on her chest, each hand over an impressive breast, then ran his hands down the length of her coke-bottle figure.
"Goodness!" he thought. Every curve of her was magnificent. So full, . . . so round, so. . . Even those fishnet stockings stretched over those magnificent hips and thighs felt fantastic. Still, he needed more, so much more.
For long moments he stared unabashedly at her shapely groin, the swell of her hips, the enchanting point at the front of her panties, the fullness of her thighs, the subtle swell of her mound. It bothered him at some level that such as simple interplay of shapes could enchant him as surely and as resoundingly as Merlin's finest enchantment potion.
He petted her thighs and hips at length, as her breathing became deeper, her heart starting to pound in her shapely chest in excitement. Then growing impatient, Klarion snapped his fingers, and Zatanna found herself bound in a new position.
This time she was hovering horizontally in the dark dungeon hovering in mid-air about 5 feet off of the stony dungeon floor. Her long shapely legs were bound together by an unseen force, and her wrists were bound tightly behind her back. Suddenly, Zatanna began rotating, as if on a spit, but there was no visible or physical pole or structure to hold her aloft. Only Klarion's magic supported her. Now as she slowly rotated, Klarion enjoyed the view of her tightly trussed body. His magic kept her hair rotating with her, so that it never dragged in her face. But her breasts still seemed to be affected by gravity. The slow turning was slowly but surely causing the heavy fleshy forms to gradually work their way out of her top, a little more with each rotation.
The gagged Zatanna had never been put on "sensual display" like this before, as this show was certainly conceived to allow Klarion an unfettered view of his captured subject from every conceivable angle. It felt strange, but exciting to see how intense his lust for her body was. His eyes caressed her every curve, and marveled at her ceaseless allure. He loved the way the fishnet traced her every curve, highlighting the lovely swells of flesh, growing lighter where it was stretched over the fullness of her thighs hips and buttocks, growing darker as it turned away from him, and disappearing into the cleft of her ass, or tucking neatly away where the flesh of her thighs compressed against eachother. He loved the tight V at the front of her satin panties. He also enjoyed her pretty white bow-tie, as if she were gift-wrapped, literally "dressed up in a bow" for him.
Best of all, he loved the slow, slow turning motion, giving him a lovely view of her from every angle, like a new car on a showroom floor. Even as his favorite part would turn out of view, another lovely bit of eye-candy would come into view. It was splendid. For a brief moment, Klarion pitied the rest of mankind, for lacking the ability to magically display their girlfriends thusly.
Still, there were other heroines that he'd enjoy having in this position. With a nod of his head, Zatanna's appearance transformed, into a very convincing replica of Wonder Woman. Klarion's eyebrow arched sharply as he spied the trussed curvature of the Amazon's remarkable star-spangled posterior. The view of the heroine's tiny narrow thong disappearing so cleverly between her full womanly thighs and buttocks stirred Klarion's imagination once again. Her Amazonian bust line was similarly inspirational. Grasping a nearby bottle of body oil, he poured some out into his hand, and slowly began applying it to "Wonder Woman's" bodacious thighs, hips, buttocks, and breasts, smoothing the thick oil over her sexy naked limbs. The shiny oil on her skin both looked and felt fantastic, adding a marvelous sheen to her comely helpless feminine flesh as she slowly turned and twisted in the light of the fire.
Another nod transformed her into the appearance of the 22 year old Supergirl, her brief shiny blue nano-skirt hardly covering any part of the young woman's thighs. Klarion smiled a devilish smile as he peered up under the comically short micro-mini to stare at the girl's panties. The bulge of her young budding buttocks, so clearly evident, straining to escape the confines of the tight shiny skirt were similarly captivating. As she twisted on the magical spit, his eyes were irrevocably drawn to the sharp sexy points of her nipples, straining to escape the thin white fabric of her belly shirt.
A third nod, transformed her into the appearance of Catwoman. The Catwoman's slippery gray unitard did wonders to display the fluid forms of her remarkable physique, and the breathy throaty moans that escaped her were devilishly arousing. For long moments, his eyes devoured her every contour, as his hands groped her shamelessly. Every curve, from her sleek sexy dancer's legs to her well-proportioned buttocks, to her heavy breasts beckoned him, demanding the attention of his eyes and his hands. Her body, wrapped in gray Lycra, felt amazing, and suddenly his eyes were drawn to the area between her legs where the gray fabric was pulled taut over her pubic mound. . .
But another nod ended the daydream, and again Zatanna returned to her own lovely scantily clad form, perhaps never even aware of her brief illusory transformations.
"SNAP!"
Now Zatanna found herself spread eagle, on another heavy oaken armature. This time, she was upright, facing the wall, her back and rump exposed to him. Again, heavy manacles assured the exact positioning of her body.
As Klarion studied her figure, he used his magic to slowly adjust the size of her fishnet weave back and forth from very small diamond panes to very large ones, until he was satisfied that he had found the ideal size. Then he again magically adjusted the cut of her black satin panties from rather full coverage to a daring tiny thong.
"Oh yes, that's MUCH better," he said glowering unabashedly at her magnificent ass. Then sidling up behind her, he ground his bulge against the fullest part of her tempting rump, nestling his manhood against the soft generous pliant pillows of her backside. It was divine, a sensation that Klarion was quite sure he would never tire of.
"Mmmphh-hh!" Zatanna mmphed coquettishly though her gag, as she felt his hot manhood stiffening against her ass.
"I could do you right now," he whispered into her ear as he compressed his hips against her pliant rump, ". . . the naughty way."
Zatanna's pretty eyes widened in a charmingly innocent fashion, as she realized what he was suggesting.
"Have you ever seen my walking stick?" He held up his finely crafted black lacquered walking stick so that she could see it. A bright silver ornately carved knob adorned the top of the walking stick.
"Nngh-hh!" was her only response.
"SNAP!" Now Zatanna found herself in a new position. It was a peculiar position, so that she stood upright, with her legs slightly spread, but her upper body was folded backward almost level with the floor, so that her back was sharply arched. The position left her pelvis, and most specifically her mound, rather prominently thrust forward on display and decidedly available to Klarion as he paced around her.
Enjoying the view of the heroine as she lay in the sharply arched position, he remembered the Wizard who first taught him about the powerful allure of this particular position. Now he appreciated the physical and erotic tension of it all. Stepping around toward her pelvis, he admired the view as his hands luridly explored the contours of her sexy thick thighs.
"mMPh-hh! mMPH-hh!" Zatanna mewed through her gag as she experienced the utter exposure of the bondage pose. She had never felt so exposed to a man, as Klarion shamelessly groped her inner thighs, legs, and buttocks. There was nothing that she could do, . . .or wanted to do, as he explored the wanton sensuality of her body. An undeniable thrill sparked between her legs.
"My walking stick has been enchanted of course, to perform a number of . . . daunting tasks. But the one that I like best is a rather simple spell. A vibration spell, that I fancy you will rather enjoy."
"Vibratis!" he called out, and suddenly the head of the staff began to hum in a low tone. Holding the staff up, he began to use it to trace the contours of Zatanna's thighs and panties. The vibrations felt lovely, and she secretly relished the fact that there was nothing she could do to stop him from his sensually pleasing, and then utterly ravishing her.
He experimented with different locations on her mound, with different pressures, and different rates of vibration, modulating his efforts based on subtle, moans and mmphs that Zatanna would issue through her gag as he explored her. Soon, he had zeroed in on the best combination of location, pressure, and vibration, and marveled at the effect, as he held the knob on her spot for an prolonged period of time.
Closing her eyes, Zatanna relished the phenomenal sensations that were flooding over and through her tiny defenseless clit. The feelings were bright, so focused, so intense, so very, very right. And so far, Klarion had not messed with her, bringing her to the brink and then cutting her off. No, so far, he was just flooding her clit with just what she needed, incredible unending waves of ludicrously intense pleasure. She was sooo close. Her legs and thighs wriggled impatiently as she neared her release. Her mind was awash in the unending, bright, brilliant, needy, pleasure that was vibrating so powerfully through her. How could anything feel that good? Her breath fluttered on the very edge of oblivion. The tiny pointed triangle of her mound had never been so happy. The fire in her loins had never burned so bright. She savored the ecstatic, sparkling, smoldering bliss, as her mound grew from damp to wet.
Secretly, the loved twisting on very edge of climax. It felt sooooooo gooooooood, but he was making it last soooo loooooong, always pulling back when she was about to go over the edge. How was he doing it? In order to do her so skillfully, he must have been using some sort of spell to sense just how close she was to coming, teasing her to the very edge. But how long would he keep her here?
Now she can no longer contain her own boiling lust. She lunges her hips forward, thrusting her pelvis shamelessly against the head of his staff, as he strokes the mound of her shiny slippery-wet silky black panties with the head of his staff. It feels incredible.
"You want me to finish you, don't you?" Klarion suddenly asks.
After a moment of puzzled embarrassment, Zatanna reluctantly nods and groans in the affirmative, "Nngff-hmff!"
The nod cues a sudden intensification of the pressure from his cane, and the ensuing vibrations. Suddenly her grateful mound went over the edge, not to climax, but "over the edge of no return," the pleasure doubled, but it was not quite climax. Climax would follow in about 2 seconds. . .
Zatanna relished the other-worldly sensations as she felt herself inexorably slipping over the edge to climax. Her pelvis thrusts repeatedly against the pleasure giving knob, then her eyes roll up into her head, as she cums, . . . forcefully.
"uuuuUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!"
The orgasm hit Zatanna like a supernova, as raging ecstasy decimated her composure. The whole world fell away as a beaming white ecstasy spread out from her center-point in all directions, decimating everything in its path.
Her perfect body trembled as her life-altering ecstasy had its way with her. Nothing else mattered. nothing had ever been so good. . . as her tiny clit gave its all. . . the searing heavenly climax takes her, . . . utterly. Zatanna knows no shame as her body lurches and twists in the mind-defying throes of her blinding, raging, gratifying ecstasy, . . . as Klarion looks on the lurid scene, . . . and smiles.
Chapter 6: Penetration
When Zatanna opened her eyes, she found herself in a new position. Her legs were standing upright, bound so that her ankles were manacled to the floor of the dungeon. Her ankles looked great in those shiny patent leather boots with the 4 inch heels. Her body was folded over forward 90 degrees at the hips, her arms folded sharply behind her back, and bound by chains to an unseen anchor point. Her mouth was securely silenced with a snugly fit tape gag. The overall effect was that she was bent over, her prodigious fundament rather nicely, and rather. . . suggestively, explicitly, and . . . rudely on display.
Bent over provocatively as she was, Zatanna imagined that she must have made quite a picture, her ass stuck shamelessly out, her tits hanging shamelessly down, . . . a position only a man could conceive.
As Klarion strode around the chain-festooned heroine, he sneered in delight as the sight of the prone Zatanna.
"Truly a pose that is worthy of you, my dear, but perhaps you'd be more comfortable with some company. . ."
With a wave of his hand, three heroines suddenly appeared in front of Zatanna. Batgirl, Wonder Woman, and Supergirl all appeared bound and knot-gagged, tied to separate examination tables which were only slightly reclined back beyond the vertical position.
Each heroine squirmed deliciously, in ways which keenly accentuated their helplessness, and sensual, sexual, womanly qualities. Each girl made faint sexy whimpers, as she exchanged glances of erotic helplessness with the heroine next to her. Together, they were a fanboy's erotic smorgasbord.
As she glanced up helplessly at her fettered comrades, Zatanna's eyes grew wide. Even she could see the obvious erotic appeal of her fellow crime-fighters when they were displayed in this way. Batgirl was a squirming feast of helpless girlish cheesecake in a thong. Wonder Woman's incredible oiled naked thighs, were irresistible, and the young Supergirl's shiny flaxen hair and slender body, in her belly shirt, red boots, and shiny-blue micro-mini were a tease to say the least.
"Oh, don't worry, Zatanna. I haven't really captured these three lovelies. Although it would not be beyond my powers to do so, I have decided to concentrate my attentions almost exclusively to you. I just thought that any decent dungeon should sport a variety of bound vixens to set the proper tone. Don't you agree? Oh, what? Do you not believe me? Do you think they are real? Please, let me assure you that these are only "Simucrons," not unlike your magical servitors, but much more appealing to look upon." His eyes drank in the scene of squirming bound heroines again.
"Well, if you're still not convinced, I suppose I'll have to prove it to you." Summoning his crystal ball, which was mounted on an elaborately carved wooden and bronze pedestal, he pulled it over in front of Zatanna, so that both of them could easily see it.
"This crystal ball will show us what the REAL heroine's are doing right now. Crystal Ball, . . . show me what the REAL Wonder Woman is doing right now." There was a whirl of smoke in the crystal ball, then when the smoke cleared, a scene of a bedroom appeared. A beautiful sleeping brunette, presumably Wonder Woman, was outstretched on white silken sheets. Dressed only in a scandalously brief pair of star-spangled thong panties, she was utterly uncovered as she rolled around suggestively in her bed, nearly naked, as though possessed by an erotic dream. At last she rolled over, giving her unseen viewers a lovely shot of her scandalously suggestive and revealing thonged ass.
"And now, the REAL Batgirl. . ." Again the smoke swirled and then cleared, revealing a rather startling scene. Batgirl was on her hands and knees, dressed only in a cowl, gloves, shiny high-heeled boots, and a daring blue thong, as the one and only Batman, thrust rather aggressively into her from behind. The expression on Batgirl's expressive face was one of a girl who was lost in the throes of bliss, anxious seconds away from her own orgasm. The Batman's pounding of her ass was merciless, and her hot little backside quivered with each resounding impact. A moment later, she came, the evocative expression on her face telling of the wonders which were, at that very moment, exploding between her legs, as the Batman emptied himself into her.
"And Supergirl. . ." After a moment, the picture cleared to reveal Supergirl, in her full uniform, her legs spread wide, her fingers busy inside the front of her white panties, frantically masturbating. An expression of keen erotic need was plastered on her pretty young face. It seemed tragic that such a beautiful young heroine could not find a partner to please her, but such was life. She was only twenty-two. There would be time to find a partner. As she frantically drove herself nearer and nearer to a well-deserved release, she casually groped at her tits with her free hand. At last, her mannerisms changed as a distinctive quiver shuddered through her magnificent young body. There could be no doubt, that the long sought after rapture had finally seized her. Klarion and Zatanna looked on with guilty fascination as they watched the young heroine tremble through the various phases of her mind-shattering climax and then collapse, to gratefully nurture the smoldering embers of her afterglow.
"You see? They are all safe and sound," Klarion declared, "and apparently rather well satisfied. Now to see that you and I are properly pleased as well."
Stepping around behind Zatanna, Klarion savored the rather splendid view of her jack-knifed splayed ass. It was a moment that he had waited for, for far too long. Stepping up to settle the front of his hips against her rather well-rounded rump, he savored the sensation, as Zatanna, mmphed fetchingly and weakly through her gag, "MmmMphh! MmMMMPphhh! "
His hips ground against her as he nestled up against her rump and groin from behind. Soon he stiffened, and then continued to grind his stiffness against her.
Reaching down between her legs, he stroked the silky contours of her black silk panties, right at her mound, to fan the flames of the heroine's own desires.
Breaking off his ministrations, Klarion confidently strode around in front of Zatanna again. Another SNAP! of his fingers replaces her old gag with a gleaming silver spider gag. He savors the exquisite look of astonishment on her face for a moment. She is remarkably beautiful. Then he slowly guides his member into the front of the gag. It is a moment not to be rushed. As he slowly eases into her mouth the moist welcoming confines are indescribable. His hips lunge gently in and out of her, creating devastating sensations. Only the sounds of his moist oral penetration and her busy tongue fill the cavernous dungeon.
Now his hands come to rest gently but firmly on the back of her head, as he begins to thrust more deeply. As his member disappears again and again into her mouth, she is sooooo beautiful. He grunts awkwardly as the other-worldly sensations begin to get the better of him. For a moment, he considers satisfying himself right here and now. She knows what he wants and takes a deep preparatory breath. When he knows she is OK, he lunges his hips forward plunging deep down into the delightful confines of her throat, for a brief but glorious moment, then pulling out slightly, so that she can breathe again, . . . He repeats the procedure methodically, each time coming closer and closer, until at last, . . .
He EXPLODES, emptying his load into her pretty mouth, til semen gutters and pours out of her mouth.
The other-worldly sensations are beyond compare. For long moments he is transfixed in glorious, blazing wonderment, rattling eternity's chains, with a definitive release.
When, at long last, it is over, he withdraws completely, and dispels her spider-gag. Semen now coats, drips, and oozes from her pretty lips, tongue, and chin. Thanks to a gem of a spell, the thick viscous ooze is not bitter in Zatanna's mouth, but instead tastes indescribably sweet and compellingly delicious. She can be seen ravenously licking her lips for as much of the irresistible concoction as she can manage to lap up and consume. For a moment she is too distracted to notice that she has, at least for the moment, regained the power of speech.
For long delicious moments, he smears the gooey member all over the pretty impeccable contours of her magnificently beautiful slippery-wet face. Her cum dappled face, replete with is clear gooey coating is inexplicably appealing as he regards her. Snapping his fingers once more, he dispels the mess from her face and returns her original snugly fastened gag. "Slurrr-mMMMPHhh!!"
A quick temporal spell, allows him to quickly skip over the few minutes normally required to "recharge." Now striding back behind her, he marvels at her compellingly curvaceous backside. It could not be more alluring.
Then stepping up, he pulls her panties to one side, and eases his member headlong into her welcoming folds.
A moan of submission from Zatanna encourages him, and he plunges deeper into her.
Both of them enjoyed his progress as he slowly, . . . inexorably impales her.
So deep. For the longest time he savors the sensation of impaling her, his long rod buried inside her slick, warm, wet gripping confines, his hips crushed against her ass. He is wallowing in the sensations, as is Zatanna. Her eyes cross, and rollup into her head as he fucks her. Then her head drops and she moans.
He grunts rather awkwardly as he basks in the devastating sensations of having his shank buried so very deeply in her warm slick tight gripping womanhood. Her wide womanly hips provide natural handles for him to grab and hold onto, as he rifles in and out of her tight moist wet gripping core. His mouth hangs open and limp in slack-jawed awe, his eyes cross and roll up into his head.
Klarion could perhaps be forgiven for the lewd and unflattering expressions which crossed his face, and for the awkward sounds which issued from his throat, in light of the intensity of the sensations that he was experiencing, and in light of the fact that he was fucking one of the 10 hottest asses of all time. He relishes the sensations of grinding his hips against that ripe, plump 5-star ass. He relishes the devilishly magnificent grip that she has on him, and the fiendishly seductive moans of arousal that she is emitting through her gag. It doesn't get any better than this.
She loves the feeling of him inside her, hard as an iron spike, so deep, and loves the sensation of his hips grinding against her upturned ass. Despite the appearance that she is the victim here, Zatanna is, in truth, intensely aroused.
She whines and moans her approval shamelessly as his hips pump in and out of her. Reaching down, he clutches at her world-famous ass, as her womanhood holds him like a vice.
Reaching around her slender waist, Klarion begins to finger her tiny defenseless clitoris. It's just what she needs. Her tiny clitoris was now singing a familiar song, and soon, she knows, she will have to surrender to its unwavering demands.
Her need is so keen, so bright.
Finally, when the center-point of her womanhood can't take it anymore, he keeps skillfully stroking he, until . . .
She cums violently as heavenly sensations spike between her legs, transporting to her a universe of brilliant, blinding, gratuitous, emanating bliss. Klarion looks on, watching in fascination as her magnificent body bucks and arches tellingly in the throes of a merciless release.
For long glorious moments, she is gone, gone from the world we know, and transported to a realm of carnal bliss. She has never felt so good, and in truth she'd had no idea that she could feel quite this good. For long glorious moments she lingers there, riding the bliss through its natural curve, then slowly, . . . reluctantly, she begins easing her way back to reality. Now her hips and ass roll and squirm slowly as she tries to wring the last few drops of other-worldly bliss from the experience, then she hangs loose and limp in her bindings, utterly spent, utterly satisfied.
Klarion's eyes drink in the whole marvelous scene, as Zatanna has utterly surrendered to her orgasm. He marvels now at her spent, exhausted, utterly satisfied form.
But even in her spent state, Zatanna has not lost her appeal. If anything her limp upturned ass has grown more alluring as it squirms in its post-coital bliss. The intensity of the scene, of a post-orgasmic Zatanna is not lost on Klarion. Her slowly squirming writhing body, lost in its delicious afterglow inspires the young warlock to new heights, as he resumes fucking that awesome ass of hers. It is just as round and soft and sexy and bouncy as ever, as he impales her from behind again. The sounds of his wet thrusting penetration speak volumes.
Indulging himself with a clever little illusion, Klarion magically transforms Zatanna's appearance so that for an instant she appears to be Harley Quinn, strapped down and bent over in the same lovely position. For a few self-indulgent moments, Klarion fucks Harley's hot little Brooklyn body with abandon, as the "clown girl" moans erotically in approval.
Another nod transforms his sexual partner into the alluring form of Catwoman. He relishes her tight grip as he pummels her innocent quivering ass. A few strokes in and out of Catwoman's lovely gray ass brought him even closer to release, as did her low throaty womanly moans.
Wonder Woman is next. He's never fucked an Amazon before, and the heroine's quivering trembling shiny-blue star-spangled backside leaves quite an impression. Her muscular ass is marvelously well endowed as he plunges into the stalwart symbol of feminine justice again and again.
He nods again, and his lover takes on the appearance of the lovely young 22 year old Supergirl. Fucking her pretty, pert Kryptonian ass, clad in her ludicrously short shiny-blue micro-miniskirt is memorable in the extreme, as are her innocent whimpers of submission.
Finally he allows Zatanna to resume her original lovely form.
Surely this was the hottest guise of all, Klarion thought, as he plunged in and out of her depths. When at last he could not stand it anymore, Klarion ejaculated, jetting his load into the heroine's defenseless groin, jetting what happened to be the most semen that any man had ever ejaculated into a woman. He relished the sensations as he emptied himself utterly into the world's finest ass. . .
Chapter 7: Secrets
When at very long last he reluctantly pulled out of her, he smeared his oozing tool all over her waiting ass. He loved the look and feel of the clear thick liquid all over the full curvature of her impeccably shaped derriere, as he continued to wipe his wet gooey tool all over the divine curves of her shiny-wet pillowy-pliant ass. What could be better?
With a nod of his head, they were in bed again, in the master bedroom, spooning, with the wetness of his generous splattering of semen was the only thing separating his hips and member from her ample ass cheeks and thong.
At last, they were both truly sexually satisfied.
Cuddling up, wallowing in the devilishly enthralling sensation of her skin against his, Zatanna and Klarion savored the moment. After long silence. . .
"What was it that first attracted you to me?" she asks, in little more than a whisper.
"It was your rather fulsome ass, in those shiny panties, . . . and of course, the fishnet stockings."
"No, I don't mean that, I mean--"
"Oh, . . . then your groin area is also highly appealing."
"No, I mean, . . . what was it about my personality that attracted you?"
"Well then, . . . " he thinks for a moment. "I'd have to stay with my first answer then, . . . your ass."
"Well, . . . " Zatanna pauses, "there's something to be said for honesty."
Klarion smiles mischievously.
"Are we ever going to tell our friends at the Justice League that we eloped?" Zatanna asked in a whisper at last.
"Do you want to?" Klarion parried, in response. "It's only been a week. I'm kind of enjoying keeping it to ourselves."
"We've got to tell them sooner or later," Zatanna replied. "I think they'll be supportive, don't you?"
". . . Sure." Klarion responded. "I've been a member of the JL in good standing for 2 years now. I don't see how they can have any complaints about me, at this point."
"The fans are gonna freak," Zee said, smiling at the thought of the news getting out.
"That's only because they depict me as being evil in the comic books. . . .We know better."
"True, . . . but why is that? . . . the deal with the comic books and the cartoons depicting you that way, I mean."
"Admittedly, I was somewhat misguided in my youth. They latched onto that, and that storyline sold comics, so they kept writing stories that made me look darker and darker. But this nonsense about turning my parents into rodents, and such, . . .honestly, it's hard to believe that anyone believes that stuff."
"Well anyway, I know better," Zatanna added supportively. Then after a moment she added, "I . . . told Batman the other day, . . . so, . . . he knows now."
"YOU TOLD, BATMAN????? . . . that we ELOPED???!!!" Klarion asked in disbelief.
"We go way back. I HAD to tell him. . . Besides, he's a master detective, and all that. . . He probably already knew. You know how he is."
"So what did he say?" Klarion asked expectantly.
"What could he say? He and Batgirl just recently tied the knot. He's in no position to object."
"He's the fricken' BATMAN, Zee! He can object to anything he damn well wants!"
"Yeah, you're right," Zatanna replied, chuckling knowingly. "But anyway, he didn't. He was very nice and supportive."
"The BATMAN? . . . was nice and supportive? There's a first!"
"Well, he was nice, . . . y'know, . . . for the Batman. You know how he is! . . . Anyway, he gave us his blessing, so that's great. If he can be supportive, the rest of them will follow suit."
"Well, I don't care what they say. I love you and I've got you all to myself, and I'm never letting you go," Klarion said affectionately, as he hugged Zee warmly.
"It's a good thing I didn't tell Batman about all your kinky magical bondage sex play. You really get into the part, don't you?"
"You know you love it when I play the villain for you."
"I do," Zee admitted, grinning. "Hey, what was all that about including Wonder Woman and Supergirl in our fantasy today? You've gotta stop that stuff. I know those girls."
"Ohhh, come on! A sex dungeon needs a few extra heroines in it. When I'm playing the villain in our sex fantasies, I've got to play the part. There are very few monogamous sex-dungeon-masters. Besides, you know I'd never lay a hand on those girls. Supergirl and Wonder Woman, . . . well, . . . they'd kill me if I ever laid a hand on them. When we're in a sex fantasy, I just kinda go with the moment, that's all. Besides. . . you've gotta admit. . . they're presence in an illusory form, does. . . add a certain . . . something to the scene. . . don't you think?"
After a moment, a guilty smile crept across Z's face. "OK, well, . . . I guess it'll be just another of Shadowcrest's many secrets, but don't overdo it! We have to work with those girls."
"All right, . . . I promise." Then after a moment he continued. "So, . . . we'll tell the others on Monday, right? . . . at the Hall of Justice?"
"Agreed," Zatanna confirmed. Then before she could continue, she felt a certain rigidity pressing up behind her legendary curvaceous behind. "Are you ready to go again?" she asked in impressed disbelief.
Klarion made no answer. Reaching back behind her, she confirms that his manhood is magnificently stiff and erect. Now her hands reach out and pull him over, . . . on top of her. Slowly, he climbs up on top of Zatanna, lowering the tip of his rigid member between her legs. Skillfully, he takes it in his hand and guides the tip of it lovingly over Zatanna's already moist clitoris. The gentle circular motion instantly begins to drive the magical beauty into a world of pleasure. She closes her eyes, her lips prettily parted, . . . and descends into a universe of ecstasy.
"Oh, Klarion!" she gasps desperately.
There in the master bedroom, Klarion mounts her, impaling her with the full length of his manhood. The sensation for both of them is phenomenal.
FADE TO BLACK