Young Justice: Gotham City
October 10th, 2010
I looked between Blake and Zatanna, my mind––and heart––racing. I clenched my teeth and forcibly calmed my thoughts, then smiled with more confidence than I was actually feeling. I took two steps forward and gently cupped the back of Zatanna’s head before leaning in and kissing her passionately.
Zatanna seemed momentarily surprised, then eagerly reciprocated, her lips parting before my tongue. I leaned in further, forcing her to bend backwards, our bodies held tightly against one another. I could feel Zatanna’s nipples through my shirt, the hard little nubs digging into my chest.
I held her head in place for several long seconds then pulled back, leaving her face as red as the ribbon around her neck. Her knees buckled and she steadied herself against my chest. “Don’t mind me,” I whispered into her ear. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”
Then I spun around and deliberately marched out of the room, Zatanna’s eyes following me the whole way out. The moment the door closed behind me, I sagged against the wall, my own face probably just as red as Zatanna’s. My very comfortable pants felt unpleasantly tight right about now, and even my best cooling charms couldn’t quite suppress the heat I was feeling.
I closed my eyes, struggling to think about anything other than the sight of Zatanna’s ribbon-clad body. Typically it took some focus to really lock a memory in place within my occlumency, but I had a feeling that particular one would have stayed with me even if I’d never managed to so much as clear my mind.
Zatanna was always beautiful, no matter what she was or wasn’t wearing. My dearest witch could probably make the frumpiest of robes and most appalling muggle fashions look positively magical. However, there was certainly something to be said for an outfit that hid nothing and only highlighted her best features.
I’d thought I’d seen everything by now, what with those scandalous undergarments that she tended towards, but for once I was overjoyed to be proven wrong. The muggle world of this time was truly depraved, and perhaps I should have been appalled to see an upstanding, talented witch like Zatanna corrupted by such things, but I simply couldn’t muster any distaste for the image dancing behind my eyelids.
What was the saying? Even a broken clock is right twice a day. Apparently when you had so many muggles with so many silly muggle ideas, once in a while they managed to come up with something that had value. Like g-strings, mini-skirts, fishnet tights, tube-tops, and whatever Morgana-blessed sight had inspired such…artistry in Zatanna.
I took a number of slow, calming breaths, doing my best to focus on something, anything, else. My mind immediately went to Blake, and the way the ribbons binding her forced her to arch her back and kept her arms and legs spread widely apart. There was something delightful about seeing the unnaturally strong and swift huntress looking so helplessly alluring––
No, bad. That was also a rather dangerous thing to think about. Damn it.
I was really curious to know what the hell was going on and how exactly this had all come about. Had Zatanna and Blake been engaging in coitus the entire time I’d been gone? Was I supposed to be upset about such a thing, or had I implicitly given it my blessing by telling Zatanna that she was free to bring Blake to our bed if she proved capable of doing so? I really wasn’t sure.
I’d heard of such arrangements in the past, even if they were not mentioned in polite company. It was crucial for witches and wizards of good standing and breeding to marry, but such matches were not always fully compatible. Oft, the married parties would only do what was necessary to produce their heirs, but would spend the rest of their nights apart.
It would be utterly improper for a married witch to seek comfort in the arms of another wizard, but two close friends sharing a bed was, if not necessarily well regarded, somewhat accepted. Such affairs were kept private, and it was discouraged to peer too closely at them, but they definitely happened.
A shot of concern flashed through my mind. I’d grown very used to sharing my nights with Zatanna, and was utterly loath to lose that intimacy. For something I only had so very little experience with, the prospect of no longer holding Zatanna in my arms as we drifted off to sleep was deeply unpleasant.
How quickly could sharing our bed become sharing Zatanna’s bed? I’d seen how Zatanna’s eyes had wandered as we walked through Darnassus. Was I to spend my nights alone while Zatanna entertained herself with my summons?
I mentally reached for Blake’s Blueprint, feeling the link between us. It was strong and steady, without any of the faint signs of degradation that I’d started to notice with both her and Raven during my last day in Azeroth. It would be so easy to just…cut it off, dispelling the faunus huntress. Zatanna would likely be upset, but…
No, no. I was making a mountain out of a niffler burrow. Zatanna loved me. It was written in her eyes whenever she looked at me and I could feel it clear as day through her Blueprint. Our relationship was more than just physical attraction. Zatanna just wanted both of us to be happy and fulfilled, and she felt like this was the best way to achieve such a goal.
It was like Zatanna had said. My summons weren’t really the people they resembled, no matter how close they looked and acted to the original. I’d seen that first hand with Zatanna’s duplicate. She looked like Zatanna, talked like Zatanna, and acted like Zatanna, but she wasn’t my Zatanna. Zatanna wasn’t seeking out a different partner, but simply a marital aid––a concept I’d accidentally come across while doing some independent research.
I needed more information, and I just happened to have someone who’d, theoretically, been keeping an eye on Zatanna this whole time. “Raven?” I whispered.
The tiny, barely perceptible portal I’d noticed appear when Zatanna had rushed into the room widened until I could see the huntress in question through it. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, dressed in black tights and a form-fitting red turtleneck. She nodded sharply, “Welcome back, sir. I’m glad to see you’ve returned safely. What do you need?”
I flicked my wand, creating a one-directional silencing field around myself and the portal. I hadn’t fully closed the door so the silencing wards weren’t engaged and I could still hear some amount of muffled words and shuffling from inside. This way I’d know when Zatanna called for me, but Blake and Zatanna would be completely unable to hear what Raven and I were discussing.
With that taken care of, I jerked my head towards the door. “How did that happen?”
Raven closed her eyes and rubbed her face. “Far too easily, I’m afraid. How much do you want to know?”
Ultimately, everything, but Zatanna had said I only had a couple of minutes to work with and I’d already lost half that time. “For now, just the key details.”
“Alright. Zatanna approached Blake four days ago and raised the idea. Blake ran away much like she did when she walked in on you in the dining room. The next time, Zatanna cornered Blake while she was trying to read one of her books and discreetly pleasuring herself. That time, Blake agreed after some prompting. The two have met twice since then to plan, once yesterday where they went out to purchase certain materials, and this evening to set everything up.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. That wasn’t that bad. “And have they…”
I trailed off, unable to put my thoughts into coherent words, but Raven understood what I was asking. “They have engaged in nothing but light petting while together, though both pleasure themselves with some regularity. I believe sharing a room with myself and Glynda is quite frustrating for Blake, as it allows her little privacy for such things, while Zatanna––”
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I cut her off before she could continue, not really wanting to know what Zatanna was getting up to on her own time. Well, I did want to know, but it would be an improper question to ask of Raven, the same way it was implicitly agreed to not use house elves to gather information on one’s family members. I did however appreciate the diligence with which Raven had taken to her new responsibilities.
“That’s enough for now,” I told her quickly. “Thank you, Raven. Is there anything else of significance to report?”
Raven shook her head. “Little of note has occurred in your absence. Zatanna attended all of her classes and completed her assignments on time, as well as practiced her magic extensively. She visited Atlantis thrice and met with Queen Mera for lessons, and has otherwise spent most of her time here.”
I let out a relieved sigh I hadn’t quite realized I was holding. That was good to hear. I could absolutely see Zatanna arranging…this to try and distract me from something terrible that happened earlier in the week. Acquiring the ever-diligent and competent Raven had been a stroke of luck. Both she and Glynda would likely be backbones of my summons for months or years to come.
Through the crack in the door I heard Zatanna call out, “Hydrys, we’re ready for you!” and my heart skipped a beat. Well, this was it.
“Thank you for your work, Raven. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your time more comfortable and convenient.”
Raven grinned, flashing her pearly-white teeth. “I’d appreciate it if Blake had somewhere else to deal with her urges. Perhaps you could help with that?” And then she winked and the portal vanished. I groaned and pushed off the wall. Her too? Was I the weird one for being tentatively uncomfortable with this whole business? Ugh.
I steeled myself, ready for anything, then pushed the door open. My eyes flickered across the room, but I didn’t need to look far to find the rest of Zatanna’s surprise. She was lying on the bed beside Blake, trussed up in much the same manner as the faunus was except without the gag. Presumably she’d used her logomancy to achieve that state, because there was no way she could have tied herself up like that normally.
Both girls were lying with their knees spread widely apart and pointing to either side of me, giving me a clear view of Zatanna’s womanhood while Blake’s was hidden from my gaze by a single length of translucent red ribbon. Their chests rose and fell with every breath, and Zatanna had her head craned forward so I could see the wide smile on her lips even while the blindfold she wore stopped her from seeing me.
Mouth dry, I took a single step forward, the thick carpet beneath my feet rustling. Zatanna clearly heard me approaching, because her smile somehow managed to grow even wider. “Welcome home, Hydrys!” she called out. Blake attempted to mimic her words, but could only manage some groans and mumbles through her gag. “We hope you had a good trip and decided to prepare some presents for when you came back!”
Both girls wiggled their bodies as best they could, making the bow between Blake’s breasts sway back and forth and drawing my eyes towards Zatanna’s gently-bound breasts. “Feel free to open whichever one you’d like first, or even just play with them while they’re still all wrapped up.”
That seemed to be it, because Zatanna let her head drop down onto the pillows behind her and then firmly called out, “Gag em.” It took no time at all to realize what that particular spell did. A ball-gag much like the one that Blake was wearing appeared above her head and shot down into her waiting mouth before wrapping itself around her head, the straps tying themselves together at the back.
I paused, genuinely moved by the display of trust. For someone whose primary magic required speech, gagging yourself was like me locking my wand away. Zatanna’s grasp of Atlantean magic was progressing rapidly, but it still typically required both focus and movement from her. It would take no small amount of effort for her to free herself from her current state, and I could easily make doing so even more difficult for her.
I took a deep breath. Zatanna loved me. Zatanna trusted me. Zatanna was going to be my wife and the mother of my children.
Zatanna just wanted for both of us to be happy and fulfilled.
I walked over towards the bed, finally letting my eyes feast on the spectacle my beautiful, brilliant, and very lascivious fiancee had prepared for our enjoyment. They both looked absolutely ravishing, their bodies displayed obscenely on my bed.
I stopped between them and then gently ran my hand up Zatanna’s thigh, only to stop a fraction of an inch from her lower lips, my fingers resting lightly on the silky fabric of one of the ribbons running between her legs. Zatanna moaned into her gag and bucked her hips, but I just pulled my hand away and well out of her limited reach.
I used my other hand to repeat the trick with Blake, starting at her knee and brushing my fingers up her thigh until they reached the edge of the ribbon passing over her cleft. The fabric was soaked with her arousal, thin rivulets of clear fluid dripping down her thighs and rear to fall onto my sheets, and a single touch left my fingers wet and slightly slippery. I gently pressed a single finger against the center of the ribbon at the base of her womanhood and stroked up its length, parting her plump lower lips and pushing the fabric down into the resulting gap.
Blake sucked in a sharp breath and, much like Zatanna had, tried to push back into my touch.I immediately pulled away, making the bound huntress whine pitifully and strain futility against her clearly enchanted bonds.
Amused, I repeated the gesture but started on her other leg. It took three more attempts, switching from side to side, but eventually she managed to control herself, though I could see the tension in her muscles as she struggled to stay still. I briefly rubbed her clit through the fabric as a reward for her good behavior before pulling my hand away. Blake let out another whine, but I ignored it.
As much fun as it was to tease the faunus, Zatanna was literally trembling with anticipation and wasn’t this supposed to be a gift for me? I brushed my fingers across Zatanna’s pussy, her lower lips pulled open by her widely-spread knees, and they came away just as wet as they had with Blake. I’d literally touched her once and she was as aroused as I’d ever seen her. This clearly meant a lot to her.
I was out of my robes in record time, finally freeing my straining cock and leaving me even more naked than the two girls, then stepped into place between Zatanna’s legs and clambered up onto the bed. Leaning forward, I braced myself with my arms and gently kissed Zatanna’s cheek. “I love it,” I whispered softly, “and I love you. I think I’ll have to take you up on that second offer.”
I pressed the tip of my cock up against the petals of her womanhood, rubbing it up and down along her slick folds. Zatanna wiggled her hips and arched her back, and I happily took her up on the invitation. My hands took firm hold of her slender waist and I moved down to lick and nibble at her beautifully presented breasts.
Zatanna moaned and her hips bucked once more, but this time I decided to do exactly what her body was craving. I met her rising hips with a thrust, burying my full length in her shuddering depths in a single stroke. Zatanna threw her head back and gasped into her gag, but I didn’t feel like giving her a single moment of reprieve.
My balls slapped rhythmically against her ass as I fucked her, pulling her up by her waist into each of my thrusts. Zatanna clenched down around me like a vice, her insides clinging to me each time I pulled my shaft free and tugging me deeper with every thrust. Her moans came in a continuous, muffled stream and her knees twitched as she tried to kick her bound feet.
I pulled away from her breasts, drinking in the sight of her. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and there was a thin sheen of sweat covering her body that glistened under the lights. Her face was completely red, her hair lay in total disarray, and there was a line of drool leaking from the corner of her mouth, but she was still breathtakingly beautiful like this. “I. Love. You. Zatanna,” I declared, punctuating each word with another thrust.
Zatanna turned her head, a single eye shining with love and devotion peeking out from behind the askew blindfold. She tried to say something through her gag, but that one was still held firmly in place and I heard little of her words, particularly since they were soon interrupted by another barely muffled moan as she climaxed. However, I didn’t need to be able to hear her to know what she was saying. I love you too.
Her words, as well as the spasming and clenching of her insides as she climaxed around me, were more than enough to push me over the edge as well. I slammed my hips forward and pulled her tightly against me, holding her close as I filled her with my seed.
Zatanna’s body went limp and I leaned forward, laying some of my weight on top of her and wrapping my arms around her chest. With my ear against her chest, I could hear her racing heartbeat and feel her chest rising and falling with each breath.
“I missed you, Zee,” I whispered softly. I’d tried not to dwell on it too much while I’d been gone, but it was good to be back.
Zatanna hummed and I laughed softly. One of my hands rose and rubbed her belly. It was still early, but I imagined eventually feeling her baby, our baby, kicking against my hand.
Zatanna’s next mumble sounded like a question and I sat up. “Of course we’re not done yet. There’s still plenty more to do with my first present, and perhaps she’d like to get involved with playing with my second?”
Zatanna nodded quickly, fully dislodging the already loosened blindfold. Her eyes were bright and eager, and she quickly glanced over at Blake who was desperately trying––and horribly failing––to rub her thighs together while her head was turned towards the two of us.
Zatanna looked up at me and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. For a witch who could look so very innocent on a moment’s notice, she sometimes had a rather one-track mind when it came to certain things. What a lewd––another muggle word, but a well reasoned one––witch I’d fallen for. My family elders would be horrified, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.