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

Something was changing in her. Zatanna could feel it, knew when a spell did its work. Yet if it were just a spell, she wouldn't feel this rising unease, this worry, this slight stab of fear that was soon eclipsed by another, powerful emotion lust. For the spell was latching onto a quite natural feeling a teenager's reaction to receiving master level cunnilingus. That tongue would've made a jaded whore scream out in joy within a matter of seconds. That virginal, pure, relatively innocent Zatanna Zatara had lasted this long under its lash spoke to her impressive, super-heroic stores of will. Lack of experience, lack of preparation, lack of bodily defenses meant that she was too open. Zatanna gasped as she felt it. Her blood began to almost sizzle under her skin. The disgust she'd felt at the cold touch, the revulsion at having a revolting demonic tongue lashing her virginity, the anger at being put into this position, it all began to fade. The tongue simply felt warmer and wetter, teasing against her. The heat it brought pulsed stronger and stronger within the magician. The chill from behind twisted into raw, aching pleasure. More heat. Just more of it. Her blood burned with it. Her sex soon began melting before the tongue. Raw, virginal juices started to gather, trembling along tight, virginal lips. It gathered about them, mixed with saliva. It glazed her upper thighs, drizzled down quivering pale legs. Streams leaked into her tall boots... and a few droplets of her raw want started hitting the pentagram. No...' Zatanna breathed, she whimpered as she felt her body trembling. The pleasure was reaching new heights, overwhelming her last stores of will. The magician's head snapped back, raven hair threatening to lash the wraith behind. Painted lips twisted between teeth as Zatanna fought mightily against what was rising within her. The climax had essentially started. She felt it jostling inside her. The magics had hit against her womb, twisted her natural pulses into something akin to an animal's heat. It was her body Zatanna could feel it, could feel the magic reworking, rewriting her. Skin turned more sensitive. Want blossomed. Blood pounded into key areas. Yet her head thrashed, her body jerked. She could fight this! She had to! It didn't matter that the wet tongue was lathering her drooling sex. It was orgasmic juices, not just the bits of arousal, and no way would she cum from this! It---it felt so good! It was better than anything she'd ever felt before. The magician's chest rose and fall with rapidity, as if she were suddenly hyperventaliting. Her body curled repressed orgasm building. Oh, the poor teenager didn't realize that it was all too likely that the stronger her climax, the more powerful the magic's hold upon her. If she did, perhaps she'd have encouraged it, came a little, let a small, insignificant climax shudder from her increasingly needy frame. But no, Zatanna fought . She could do this! Until her anal muscles contorted around something cold. No, no, no, no, no, no! chanted Zatanna, head flailing from side to side, body writhing. Finally, much ,much too late On, on, on, on, POTS! POTS! she twisted the words backwards, turning what might have been some sort of childish chant or insanity into her spells. Raw magic did pour from her---as her orgasm rocketed through her body. Girlish juices squirted forth in one little spurt, splattering the demon's face---perhaps getting lower as the poor magician both rocketed through her climax and burst out with a quite impressive display of magical force.