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

Despite all that was happening, some part of Zatanna couldn't help but be... thrilled. This was exactly what she trained for, what she lived for on some level. Running through the darkness of the city, wand up and at the ready, heart pounding, mind running through dozens of spells. Her enhanced senses kept her mostly abreast of what happened, almost subconsciously marking turns and twists and the path in general. The young magician mumbled a few potential counter-curses under her breath, wanting to provide herself some protection. Without full focus, and at full movement, none of them would be all that effective, but they would be better than running in with sexy jeans and a corset-top. The shifting rubble caught Zatanna. She managed to fling up her arms Tcetrop em! being another necessary spell. Mystical energies kept her from receiving too much damage, but she still found herself slightly winded, and flat on her ass, staring at a room. Well, this is suitably creepy, she mumbled, blowing a loose strand of raven hair from an enchanted eye. She rose slowly, still keeping her wand out, looking around. Okay, so this is obviously the ritual site... you'd think they'd have hid it a bit-- she paused, recognizing the candles, and soon seeing the patterns. Immediately the magician wanted to throw out a counterspell, or at least disrupt the circle. Wors,e she could see the various gathered woman, and could only hope that at least some of them were alive. Buncha assholes, the magician mumbled, stepping forward, ready to help. A blow caught her back, and she hit her knees hard. Her mystical protection had barely worked on it, which meant--- yep, specter. Zatanna twisted to see it hovering there, and it wasn't hard to figure out what it was or why it was there. As if she needed further evidence, it provided easy to understand not spectral visions. Taking a few deep breaths, Zatanna raised her wand. Dnif ruoy tser ni eht dlrow dnoyeb siht, she breathed, drawing on an old exorcism spell her dad had perfected. It did occur to her, albeit belatedly, that she might have been able to question the spirit, to find out more. But she was still hoping that at least some of the victims about her were living. If not, she could always ask those souls they were much less likely to be violent. For now, Zatanna's powerful magical energies stretched out, working to yank the spirit toward its eternal judgement, and hopefully its reward. At the least, it should be pulling the departed soul from the place of its torment. Zatanna did have to focus all her attentions and energies on the spirit in those moments, but it was a matter of focusing on the task ahead of her... for now.
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The dim glow of pin prick red eyes shone in the endless depths of the dark circle painted upon the wall as Zatanna chanted her spell and focused her energies on the task of freeing the haunting spirit. Under normal circumstances the spell her father had perfected would of sent the entrapped spirit onward to it's final calling. These were not such circumstances. Glyph's drawn upon the wall pronounced their presence as the radiated dark blue light. Marks that were left here by talented hands that sought to counter her magical incantation and keep the spirits of this place securely bound within their repetitive torments. The chains tethered to the specter's ankle stretched taut as the ghostly image of the victimized woman was pulled upwards towards the heavens. But bound as she was to this place by the cult's dark magics she was left to hover there like a kite stuck in the breeze. But Zatanna was determined, stubbornly so to send the spirit on her way. Despite the hitch in her plan, she could see some of the individual links of that spectral line of chains stretching to their breaking point. Her continued focus would rip the binding cord of chains asunder soon and free the tortured soul that filled the room with her desperate ethereal wails. With her back towards the rear wall and the mark of the cult that was left there, Zatanna was likely to not notice the unraveling of that mark as the demonic presence hidden within began to reveal itself. The curling white horns that shot upwards from the bleak black perfect circle began to emerge and take substance and form. They were ridged curving bones of white that mimicked a set of rams horns, but the black serpentine face that followed them out of the pit of darkness was that of a sinister looking snake with dim ember red eyes. The rest of it's anaconda like form slithered out and dripped down to the floor in eerie silence just behind Zatanna. Before Zatanna knew what hit her, the coils of the serpentine demon snapped out around her curving waist and squeezed her in their merciless grasp. If it wasn't for her magical aura of protection that she had called upon, ribs would of likely cracked from the monstrous strain bearing down over her body. Still the pressure was intense, intense enough to expel the breath out of her lungs and choke her words out as the leering serpentine visage of the horned demonic presence swung about before her while it's coils slithered and entwined further around her body. It's dim foul red slits of eyes found her sparkling vibrant blues and it hissed with glee. Trespasser, I will show you such wonders and pleasures.
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Yes! She'd done it! It took all her focus, all her will, all her considerable magical skill, but Zatanna somehow managed to prize free the tendrils of darkness holding the poor soul trapped. The magician felt that relief flooding through her body as she watched her arcane energies do their task. The glorious feeling of having helped someone on a truly important level, helping their very soul filled the young heroine. That relief almost made Zatanna sigh ,and she swore she could almost feel it pouring through her. For just those moments. Because soon she felt something dark and rough curling about her. a gasp squeezed from the magician as the tightness encircled her. She felt her own magical shield waver, that hastily constructed magical protection barely able to keep up with the sudden, unexpected onslaught. Magic often came down to will, after all. The will of the wielder fought the will of the target, sometimes the will of the universe to get what they needed. And a hastily constructed barrier hardly had will or power behind it. Crap, this thing looked... demonic. Curled horns, sinewy frame, the whole serpent motive. Just looking at it twisted Zatanna's gut into knots. she hissed through clenched teeth, pushing through that pressure. His comment, his promise, drew a sharp laugh from the teenage superheroine. Seriously? You're going to, what, get me high? she quipped, already shifting and gathering energies. Esaeler em morf eniht psarg, luof gnieb! she almost hissed, waving energies. It was another older spell, complete with a backward thine and everything. Thus tried, thus practiced, thus fairly powerful. Zatanna's magical energies seeped from her body, working to wrest her from the demon's grasp. It definitely would've worked if she hadn't been caught by surprise, wasn't tightly coiled. It should work even now...
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The serpentine demonic face hovering before her contorted it's expression as the potent energies released by Zatanna's backwards rambling spell worked to loosen it's grasp from about her slender curvy frame. Inch by inch by inch the tubular oval-like shape of the fiends long body began to unwind from it's prey. Bump after ridged bump that ran along the top of its vertebrae's nudged against her skin as the efforts of her spell wrestled the stubbornly clinging demon away from her. None were more distracting then the space between her legs, where ridged protrusions of its scales ground over the tight fitting fabric hugging the young teenagers sensitive mound. The demon hissed at her, its thin and narrow red tongue flicking about before her face as it stared defiantly back at those focused blue eyes. As she gained more freedom from it's coils and the tide of the struggle swung in her favor Zatanna was able to throw the demonic horned snake across the room with one last great push from her magic. This left the ridges to blur across her pure virgin sex in rapid fashion until the creature was flung back into the shadowy corner of the room. The embers of its red narrowed eyes and the tint of its long white curving horns stared back towards her as the demon hissed from the darkness. Such a stubborn lass you are. Take her! It called out into the room. The specter of murderous rapist answered the command and from the very floor behind Zatanna his dark hazy shape emerged. A palm of black skin, cold as a winters night worked to slap across her mouth and stifle her voice. An arm slipped around her slender waist in effort to drag her up into the wraiths frigid embrace while his foul breath washed over her shoulders and back. There was no denying the power of this particular presence, or ignoring the hard frozen shape of it's massive manhood that pressed against the firm bubble of her contrastingly warm ass.
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Excellent! The spell was doing its task. Of course, the only problem with Zatanna's more freeform magic was that it sometimes took whatever path would just work to accomplish the hazy guidelines of the spell. In this case, it seemed to essentially just make holding her impossible for the demon. She'd been hoping for a repelling blast, which often happened when those words left her lips. Or perhaps a quick exit or ejection. But this demonic creature either had more will or Zatanna was still feeling some drain from her previous encounter... or a little of both, because instead she got to feel him unwinding from her. and the teenager certainly felt it. The sexy magician might not have a wealth of experience to draw upon, but even she could figure rather quickly what the demon intended, particularly after it's whole show you pleasure proclamation. Her protective spell had already started unraveling, and it was meant to protect against harm not against sensation . After all, she may need her sense of touch to determine something, or to sooth someone, or even to steady herself. Hell, pain was sometimes necessary as a warning sign, after all. This just meant that she felt him. Felt every little scaled, ridged, textured part as he slid from her, dragging across. Having him rip between her legs was like riding a vibrator for a few long seconds. The magician let out a gasp, feeling her legs buckle for just a moment. Oh, I'm sorry, were you expecting me to just spread my legs and beckon? Zatanna shot back, smirking. She took another breath, already raising her hands, gathering energies for the next spell. Leef eht thgiew fo ---- she began, chanting a rather impressive spell, particularly when used against demons and others with a lot of ill deeds. the karmic backlash had been known to outright kill or undo certain creatures. But she'd gotten only most of the way through her incantation when something slapped across her mouth. Those pretty blue eyes went wide, the magician not even finishing her chant against the smothering touch, but instead just letting out a cry of surprise and frustration. She soon felt something else sliding across her hips, making her shiver. Such a cold touch, so unnerving. Oh Magick, is that a dick I? Shot through her mind as she felt something prodding against her bubbled ass nice and firm from all the usual superheroine heroics there's a reason why they all looked incredibly hot, and it wasn't just magic or superpowers. Zatanna thrashed, but she wasn't any stronger than any other fit eighteen year old girl. Still, there was a chance she could worm or wiggle or even outright break her way free. Sometimes they underestimated the power in a slender form. And she was already trying to bite or free her mouth. A few seconds would be all she'd need to get out of this, after all.
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Sinister laughter issued from the shadowy corner of the room where the demonic serpent was recovering while Zatanna struggled with the insidious wraith. His every fiber sent unnatural chills coursing through the ripe body of the teenage magician as he manhandled her. The nips and bites at his ice cold fingers filled her mouth with a rotting taste, and despite her efforts the wanton spirit showed no signs of pain. Instead his fingers jammed into her mouth when she was readying herself to clamp down again in an effort to free her speech from being stifled. The other arm about her waist shifted, the forearm dipping down and the frozen gestures of his hand clamped down between her legs. While she squirmed and thrashed in an effort to gain release the demon snake twirled like a corkscrew rising from the floor until the tip of its rattle laden tail was the only thing contacting the surface beneath it. Drag her to the center of the pentagram. Its foul spittle flung the demand out towards the murderous spirit engaged with its adversary. The specter of darkness, known in life as the serial rapist and murder Adam Huegroth obliged the command of the beast. With his hand wedged into the depths of Zatanna's throat and his grasp tightening across the shape of her virgin mound he wrestled her backwards through the room. Little slip of a girl, you dare to think you have the power to stop us? The hovering horned visage of the demonic presence swept forward and dipped its angular head down between her legs. Nostrils flared wide above the serpents lips as it took a deep whiffing inhale of the subtle scent between her legs. So pure, so intoxicatingly pure. It hissed out eagerly as the narrow slits of its coal red burning eyes leveled on Zatannas. Just a drop, make her cum, until just a drop of her tainted pleasure seeps onto the floor in the center of the pentagram! The floating serpent howled out as it began to circle and spin its shape around the struggling pair. Azh'nek! Tunokc Viagro Indelimontay! Undyvirgun! It sang out old words of perverse power as its long serpentine body circled around them. As the hand clamped between her legs began to rub with rough demanding strokes that threatened to split her pants wide open Zatanna recognized the spouting words of the demon for what they were. Sex magic. The twirling encircling demon chanted in repetition as the hideous desires of the wraith smothering her body played its cold fondling grasp across the warmth of her virgin lips. Azh'nek! Tunokc Viagro Indelimontay! Undyvirgun!.....Azh'nek! Tunokc Viagro Indelimontay! Undyvirgun!
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Azh'nek! Tunokc Viagro Indelimontay! Undyvirgun! The fiendish voice spoke out even as its head lurched back away from the flaring kick of Zatannas boot that missed by mere inches. It continued to circle and spin around the pair and call out that incantation over and over, and it dawned on Zatanna Zatara then at that moment what spell was being issued. It was a spell of arousal, a magical aphrodisiac that could make a body turn any sensation into an erotic jolt. So far her will had remained strong, steadfast against the magic threatening to increase her lust and fuel her libido to a fever pitch. That didn't stop the wraith, its hand was to the point now where she could feel the first button upon the seam of her tight black pants popping loose. The chill reverberated into her flesh, but the warmth of her body and the pumping of her blood kept the numbing sensation from overtaking her. His hand rubbed and stroked between her legs and gained traction and access the moment she let her wild kick go towards the beast. Frigid teeth and rancid breath clogged her nose as the wraith opened its mouth and clamped its teeth down around the raven locks of her hair. It yanked her head back as its hand stuffed her mouth full and pinned her tongue down. Azh'nek! Tunokc Viagro Indelimontay! Undyvirgun! The horned serpent hissed out as its hellfire bristling gaze never wavered from that of Zatanna. In the space between the chants from its long curving lips the demons tongue, thin and long whipped out at her. It struck across her bared tone and taut pale belly, leaving a slimy residue and an angry slender red welt. Azh'nek! Tunokc Viagro Indelimontay! Undyvirgun! Another lashing strike fell across her chest and tore the white of her meager top open, revealing the sizable orbs of the teenage wizardly wonder. Azh'nek! Tunokc Viagro Indelimontay! Undyvirgun! The beast knew her will was strong and knew it had to be whittled away as it lashed another distracting strike across her thigh, the strike slicing a tear through the fabric of her tight fitting pants. Most distracting of all though was the feeling of that size-able hard cold rod, now shifting to settle between the plump firm cheeks of her undulating ass as she struggled to break free.
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Was that... an arousal spell? Zatanna recalled reading it in books, recalled her father mostly laughing it off. Those were the spells of fools, the sort that didn't actually work, written by horny magicians desperate to bend the will. At least... that's what he'd always said. But a demon wouldn't be relying on some sort of false story, and Zatanna was beginning to wonder if her father hadn't hidden some part of the truth from her to stop the over-inquisitive girl from getting in over her head. A sudden release of tension made her let out a sharp squeal. Those blue eyes widened and glanced down. Yes the top button had snapped open, showing a little bit more of the fine white stomach. She flexed her muscles there, as if she could somehow will the pants to reseal, or to even crawl up her body. Except that she could barely look, as something pulled. Another cry of protest shot through her muffled lips as she felt her head twisting back. Sharp pain hit the roots of her hair, and she realized the creature was pulling her. It opened her throat, letting its somehow malleable hand slide within her. She could feel it fully pinning her tongue, forcing out another glugging noise from the magician. Bits of drool started to leak from around the edges of gothically painted lips. Zatanna's throat muscles worked, trying to push against him. But her legs were also trying to sort of press together, and she was trying to stay upright and--- SMACK! Another sharp cry hit against smothered spectral energy as Zatanna jumped. She could feel the heat raising upon her skin, along with that strangely liquid sensation. It almost felt like she'd been lightly burned and applied aloe. But another fell, ripping apart part of her corset, letting some of her admittedly impressive breasts bound free. She tried to shift, but to move from the lash was to let the fingers jerk into her throat... or to let the hand rub harder against her sex. There just was too much to fight against. SMACK! Ehuugh! Zatanna cried, jerking, thrashing for a moment. That pain hit her, and she felt something prodding against her bottom and she twisted and--and no magician could keep that many plates spinning, at least, not without magic. Particularly not a virginal, teenage magician out on her very first solo mission. She could feel her will starting to drop, could almost feel the demon's spell starting to seep inward. Any defense now would be like closing a gate after the wolf had already entered.
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Azh'nek! Tunokc Viagro Indelimontay! Undyvirgun! The crass hissed out call of the demon filled the room and seemed to bounce and echo about until each repeated phrase joined with the other echoes, creating a cacophony of the chant. Even the air, dark with shadow and dim flecks of flickering candle light seemed to shake with magic now. Another stroke of the lashing tongue zipped expertly outward from the demons razor filled maw of fangs. It struck with precision across the silver toned buckle of her black leather belt and snapped it loose. Azh'nek! Tunokc Viagro Indelimontay! Undyvirgun! Another button popped free, and with a forceful sudden yank Zatanna's black pants that were squeezing tight were torn downward past her flaring hips. The clasps of her belt dangled from the straps that kept the studded accessory from falling uselessly to the floor. The sound of a rattling maraca sounded from around the struggling magicians black boots and it was swiftly followed by the stringent sensation of the serpents tail coiling around her ankle and wrestling to drag her right leg out and open her up. That wintery embrace between her legs grasped the soft tender flesh of her sex and squeezed and pulled on the puffy flesh, wedging the thin purple thong up into the split of her bared ass along with the pink slit of her virgin pussy. Azh'nek! Tunokc Viagro Indelimontay! Undyvirgun! The demons red glowing eyes lowered there. Let me at her! It called out and the hand lifted away in response, moving up to clasp its shivering embrace over her breasts, yanking the torn fabric of her top further asunder in the process. The horned snake head opened its narrow maw so wide that its very jaw unhinged. Then it plunged downward, and like a vacuum it sealed around the shape of her sweet mound. She could almost feel the teeth threatening to pierce her flesh if it wasn't for the shielding of her protective magic. But the sensation of its tongue, thin and slick with saliva as it grazed over the succulent shape of her tight warm slit was another matter.
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The thin bump riddled tongue slid back and forth like a saw cutting wood, except it was parting the soft pink lips between Zatannas long creamy white legs. It sucked, drank at the building juices as the forked tip of the tongue pressed her sex apart and teased at the edges of her sensitive little clit. Like some master musician the demonic beast worked the sexually naive magicians puffy pink mound like it was an instrument it knew all to well. It coaxed out notes of undeniable pleasure, sent thrilling sensations washing over her writhing body, and hypnotically distracted her mind from the looming threat that her climax would unlock here in the center of the pentagram. Then of course there was the wraith, a man in life that had violated a dozen women over the course of one summer stretch here in this very dark candle lit room. His hand loosened from her mouth, no longer digging into its depths, allowing the poor young magicians moans of erotic despair to sound fully. It fell down to claim her other breast and joined in the grasping mauling adulation of his other hand over those rounded orbs. Dark fingers laced with chilling negative energy twisted at the perky nubs of her stiff nipples. Fingers sank into the tender flesh, yanked more of her shirt apart, filling the room with the sound of her slim shirts shredding fabric. But he was aware, aware of the noises coming from her parted purple painted lips. Though her will was being torn down, despite the difficult, neigh near impossible concentration it would take to even utter a simple backwards spell clearly, he paid attention. At the first sign of her even attempting to speak her words of power his hand would return and stuff her mouth anew. To make matters even more difficult, more impossible for the young sultry magician to handle his crotch bore back for an instant before it plunged forward against the rounded cheeks of her pale ass. The thong, purple and narrow was hardly any measure of protection from the shivering cold hardness of his nether erection. The sloped domed head split the warm clenching cheeks of Zatannas rear and spear headed past to jam against the tight little orifice hidden deep within them. It pressed and punctured against the star shaped ring of muscle that was the only safe guard she had that would keep his firm, thick, and well hung protrusion from entering the depths of her vice tight virgin rear.