Thread: Empire - City of Magic (Black_Out and darkest_fate)

The tomes of information did reward Zatanna's search, though in fits and starts. She kept pouring over them, eyes almost crossing, almost watering, as she read through various rites and rituals. she didn't see an exact match for what the demon had lain upon her, but there were enough descriptors. One in particular sounded... unnervingly close. Worse were the notes upon it. Zatanna found her heard dropping as she kept reading. apparently the magics literally went in to begin rewriting her desires on a very basic level. Her sexuality would become like that of the most wanton of women, able to reach climax with the barest of touches. Notations indicated that if the recipient of one of these curses happened to be young check, sexually ripe check?, and magically inclined check, then the curse could dig deep. It would unearth repressed thoughts and ideas to make them reality. Apparently it had also been used to prepare willing supplicants for various rituals, training their bodies to be more sexually attuned. There were even notes that indicated that with proper training, someone under such a spell could have their sexual proclivities altered, so that they might forever find certain shapes or forms or the like attractive. Surprisingly, that wasn't nearly as disturbing a revelation as the fact that Zatanna's hand had worked its way into her loose, terry cloth shorts and begun stroking herself as she read, to the point where she was very nearly reaching climax as she read about how the very spell placed upon her might make her always aroused by demons . Groaning, the young woman ran her fingers through her hair, laying her face upon the book. How could she have anticipated this ? The place had given no indications of that kind of energy or desire or anything of the kind. Plus she'd been told these spells were fucking fake . Dammit, daddy, mumbled Zatanna, rubbing at her face. Your stupid quest to keep baby girl pure is ironically gonna make her want to bang demons. Sure hope that's not an issue with my life of fighting supernatural crime . Having had enough for now, Zatanna allowed herself a fitful sleep. Vague dreams of sensuality assailed her, so that when she woke up, it was with a jerk. The loins of her pajama bottoms were soaked through, with an equal mess upon the sheets below, and her hand still smelled of her own arousal. First a quick cleaning spell, then more curses, as Zatanna went to check on everything else. She'd laid a few sensors across a map of Empire City, designated to look and ping likely locations. Now that she'd confirmed, in the worst possible way, a site, she could recalibrate her previous spell. Yet to her surprise, as she looked at the map, she saw that a location glowed an almost vicious red. Leaning over, Zatanna read the address. From there, it was a quick Google search to find out... A sleazy nightclub? Seriously? Like... were all the orgy halls taken or something? she mumbled, rubbing at her face. Well, as an eighteen year old girl who looked fucking hot and already dressed like a gothic nightclub prowler, Zatanna shouldn't have any trouble getting in. She'd have a few spells prepared on hand as well something to automatically release if her throat mysteriously got closed shut, blockers to save her sex and ass. Unfortunately she knew damn well that attempting to directly counter the arousal with another spell would be pointless. She'd need to rework the exact wording of the curse, and it was literally setting her up as some part of this ritual, probably trying to loop in her position as a magically charged virgin to fuel it. Which, unfortunately, meant her best bet at undoing any curses would be to follow to the seat of power and mutter a counter that ran exactly opposite. Which meant investigating without getting caught. In a place where people all but literally dry rubbed against people. Just thinking about it made Zatanna shiver, and she bit her lip, trying to think of what she could possibly do to help with that. Deadening sensation could backfire, so could numbing her sex. Maybe if she just put something on as an extra control? Like, she'd get a little jolt if she started grinding her hips or trying to self pleasure. Pavlovian training against masturbation or overexciting herself. Should work. And she can enchant her clothing so it would only come off when the wearer opts to remove it. That extra barrier had almost been enough last time, and she could reinforce it this time. It would still potentially suck on the inside, but she could just get used to... cumming with clothes on? Yeah, it wasn't a perfect solution, but it was what she was going to work with. Basic slight behavior mod spell enchant the clothes so only the owner could remove few command word or gesture based spells to free the throat. Then Zatanna cleaned herself... thoroughly and nearly orgasmed as she did, but she stopped herself... seemingly not having learned that postponing the inevitable made it worse. She was still a teenage virgin, after all. Add some sultry makeup, squeeze into her usual outfit tossing on a leather jacket, and she was strutting to the club, looking at least as hot as most of the people there. And her fake ID would look realer than most real ones, so she wouldn't have a problem with that... unless her dad found out. The thought of which just made Zatanna snort as she snuck her way in line, drawing only a bit of attention and a few comments toward her tight witchy ass. Because if dad found out anything about this, the last thing he'd be concerned with was the fake ID.