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

Crack! And Zatanna felt her loose belt, already more accessory than tool, release. It barely required any more movement to fall free from her hips, clattering near the floor. and Zatanna soon felt another crack, another release, and knew that her poor pants were quite done. She tried twisting her body again, pulling up her legs, contorting. All the teenager managed to do was demonstrate how remarkably flexible she happened to be, probably due to dancing or, again, her nighttime activities. Worse, the squirming made it all the easier for him to latch his tongue about her ankle. Zatanna's muscles flexed, but she couldn't have resisted that demon force without magic even if she had been fully focusing. All she did was cause her body to ripple, muscles tensing for a few moments. A squeeze, and Zatanna let out another yelp. Her relaxed guard had let just the start of that aphrodisiac spell seep into her. She felt it now, twisting that cold into a heat. Her internal resistances melted beneath those more recent touches, almost quite literally. The tension spiked as he pulled, dragging that fabric up. Zatanna let out a squeal again, jolting, but this time, she'd felt a sharp stab of pleasure. That joyful sensation had eclipsed the little undercurrent of pain that she knew she should be feeling, her body not quite fully processing, or perhaps the spell not quite fully taking over her form. She could feel her tight lips parting. Could feel the narrow folds sliding about the fabric. Felt that bit pushing against her, rubbing along her pink. A little bit of dewy arousal just hung about her lips. It didn't quite drip, didn't ooze, didn't show melting, but was starting to show the signs that Zatanna wished she could hide wished she didn't even feel . Another blast of cold pleasure sudden hit her chest. Freezing touch against bared flesh made two pink nipples stand at full attention. Spell shifted sensation just enough so that the strain the flesh underwent stabbed raw heat and pleasure, eclipsing the slight pain and discomfort she felt at her chest being teased. She felt her top being almost dragged up as a collar, or falling free she was starting to lose track. Her toes curled in her boots, as if fighting to keep heeled footwear would somehow be useful in the sexual onslaught. Already her pants hung loose, her top was even less of a suggestion, her head had been tilted back. Then the demon cooed, and Zatanna rolled her eyes down. Her awkward position made it difficult to see, but she could just glimpse it. A sharp cry of protest, and the girl fought, pulled mightily for a few moments, jerked her head. But she felt his too hot maw closing about her tender sex. Supernatural warmth poured over her sex. The girl let out an undulating moan, eyes rolling slightly. Her body shivered as demonic saliva started oozing across her fresh skin. Sensations flared in her lower belly, and for a few seconds, Zatanna forgot that she wasn't supposed to be trying to cum, that this was a demon working her over, that she was a heroine. She just felt that raw pleasure spiking hard, shooting joy into her core, flaring a heat within. The girl shivered, tossing her head, hair whipping about. Her hips jerked, but was she trying to buck him free? To slide his tongue into her virginal sex? Surely---surely the former, right?