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

Fuck, a sex spirit. Somehow, Zatanna should've expected something like this. Sex was primal, was deep, was part of the very essence of everything. It proved an extremely powerful catalyst for magic. There was a reason that so many spells suggested virginal blood and perhaps a reason that Zatanna's father had been rather insistent... beyond his protective nature, of course. She could almost feel that sexual malevolence coming from the wraith now, as it began mauling her flesh. Her legs jammed as tightly closed as she could, wishing that she'd thought to bespell the pants before coming in. Tight black wouldn't do much to protect, even with durable fabric. Worse, because they happened to cling to Zatanna's lush body like a second skin, they didn't exactly leave room for much underneath. She'd worn that thong for aesthetic purposes, to not show a seam, to squeeze her tender body into tight clothing. the strip of deep violet fabric would cup her sex, with its neatly trimmed pubic hairs ruffling above trimmed with spell magic, of course. Elastic black would border the deep purple, stretching back and diving between two almost perfect cheeks of white. If only she'd thought this might happen, perhaps, perhaps she'd have opted for something that wouldn't be oh so easy to drag across her body. Mhffum! she cried against the spectral force sealing her. She kicked out with her boots, thrashed, dared go limp for a few moments. She could see the demonic being almost vibrating with delight, could feel his pulsing energies filling the room. Even if she didn't, Zatanna knew damn well that you didn't want to be in the center of any pentagram you didn't draw yourself. She howled with frustration, fighting as the being drew her in. She could feel his hand somehow sliding further into her, and she felt herself gagging for a moment, the hrk replacing her usual bits of protest. Though protest soon rose again as a hand pawed her sex. Zatanna snapped her legs together. She let shook her head, before glaring at the demon. Her will remained strong she knew that would make some difference. She gathered as much of it as she could, trembling with barely suppressed rage and frustration. She needed to save her energy. They'd slip up. Let her mouth free. Give her just enough room to wiggle. Hell, if it came down to it, she should be able to undo any spells or wriggle out of a ritual. But, ugh, having that creature so near her. So dangerously close to her most private area. She snapped her legs up, trying to give him a kick in the face. His next comment had her almost laughing. Seriously? He seriously thought that somehow this disgusting wraith or a demon was going to get her to cum? Zatanna could barely manage that after a good thirty minutes to an hour of teasing herself. Though.... that didn't generally involved some weird, sexual magic. She tried focusing on the words, figuring that would give her an advantage. FIrst to remember, then to resist the fact that the demon had started all but sawing at her sex like he could wrest an orgasm from her in full force. That chill was seeping in, and the raw friction was getting to her. That sensation of having that tiny thong dragged up and down her sex at a rapid pace was doing things to the magician. She just knew she had to keep focused, to wait, to steel her will... all about that will...