Young Justice: Gotham City
October 10th, 2010
Having just filled Zatanna up, I wasn’t quite ready to keep going, but that wasn’t a difficult problem to solve. Particularly with two such splendid aids. Zatanna writhed and squirmed beneath me as I peppered her neck, chest, and breasts with kisses, my hands roaming up and down her body.
I rolled a rock-hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger, gently brushed her hair away from her sweaty forehead, massaged her plush bum, and lightly rubbed her puffy clit. I made sure not to linger in any one spot for too long, slowly teasing her entire body in a way that I knew drove her crazy but wasn’t quite enough to get her off. I wanted her red-faced, ready, and eager, and not a glassy-eyed puddle barely able to move her limbs.
Slowly but surely, I moved away from her most sensitive spots, pushing her towards the edge but making sure not to go over. Instead of her pussy, I massaged her thighs. Instead of licking and nibbling her extremely sensitive nipples, I focused on the sides and valley of her breasts and the creamy expanse of her bare belly. Zatanna clearly noticed what I was doing, whining pitifully and pushing back against my touches, but there was nothing she could really do to stop me, nor did she have a way to pleasure herself.
By the time I decided she was all good and prepared, I was rock hard and ready to continue as well. My shaft was sandwiched between our bodies, and Zatanna’s constant squirming was rather pleasant to watch and experience. I sat up and Zatanna’s eyes instantly snapped onto my manhood, a pleading expression on her face.
I rubbed my tip against her womanhood, watching as a few drops of my seed slowly dripped from her core and slid down her inner thighs. Zatanna tried to squirm towards me, clearly needing just that tiny bit of extra stimulation, but like I had before, I quickly pulled away.
I tutted disapprovingly. “Tsk, tsk. Greedy, greedy girl. You're the one that prepared two lovely presents for my return, and yet you’re trying to hog me all to yourself. I think I’ve given you more than enough attention to start with, and now you’re going to wait till the kitty’s had a turn before you get to cum again. Do you remember your last lesson?”
Zatanna nodded quickly, her hair whipping back and forth behind her.
“Good, then you should remember that only naughty, naughty witches think only about themselves.” Zatanna nodded again and I continued. “Good, good. Then are you going to be my good witch today and earn yourself a reward, or are you going to be naughty?”
A pleasantly cool gust of wind blew my wand into my hand from where I’d set it down on the bedside table. I flicked my wrist and a carefully controlled relashio removed the gag Zatanna had summoned for herself.
“I’ll be good!” she blurted out almost before the gag had left her mouth, stumbling over her words as she worked her jaw. “I’ll be your good witch!”
“Good girl.” I leaned forward and brushed her hair behind her ear, then stroked my thumb across her cheek. “Then let’s get you out of some of these ribbons so you can prove it to me.”
I could have done it in an instant with my wand, but instead I decided to do things manually. It was far more satisfying that way. I slowly, carefully unwound the ribbons around Zatanna’s legs, then pulled them straight one at a time, massaging every inch of soft, tanned skin with both hands. Zatanna said nothing as I worked, but her moans of pleasure as I worked at her muscles and the blissful look on her face told me everything I needed to know.
Even though unbinding her legs restored most of her range of motion, Zatanna continued to lie placidly on the bed, allowing me to move her around however I liked. I rolled her over onto her belly and studied the way she’d bound her arms together. Her elbows were bent as far as they could and her hands were on her shoulders. Previously, several ribbons had connected her wrists to her ankles and her elbows to her knees, keeping her in a sort of spread-eagle position, but now only the one between her elbows that kept her arms up above her head remained.
I considered how exactly I wanted this to play out. On one hand, I wanted Zatanna to have the ability to enjoy Blake alongside me rather than being a passive observer. She’d been the one eager to drag Blake into our bed, and so really this was all for her benefit.
On the other hand, I was also growing increasingly aware of how exactly my darling witch liked to be treated in bed. She’d done this to herself for a reason, and I wanted to maximize her enjoyment of this situation. That was why I’d teased her to the very brink and then said what I said. As much as she whined and pouted, it was obvious this is what she wanted.
I twirled my wand between my fingers, then cast a series of spells in rapid succession. Zatanna’s arms were free for barely a single moment before they were once more restrained, but this time they were pulled together behind her back, her palms pressed together and ribbons wrapped around her wrists and fingers.
Zatanna yelped, but it sounded more like surprise than pain, so I ignored it. I lightly slapped her on the bum. “Up.” I commanded. It took some work, but Zatanna managed to push herself up with her shoulders and then get her knees under her so she could sit up. She turned to face me, her knees spread wide apart and her bound arms forcing her to thrust her chest out towards me, giving me an exquisite view of the ribbons still artfully arranged on her body.
I let Zatanna watch as I very deliberately looked her up and down, then finally turned towards Blake. The cat faunus had her head turned towards us and her cheeks were flushed as bright red as the ribbons she was bound with. The ribbons over her womanhood were completely soaked and clinging to her like a second skin, and there was a growing patch of wet bedding between her legs.
I smiled widely and turned towards Zatanna. “You know, maybe I’ve changed my mind,” I said loudly. “Sometimes it's better to leave a present for later, you know? Set it aside for a couple of hours or days so you have something nice to look forward to later in the––”
The noise Blake made nearly made me laugh. It was a desperate, keening sound, a wordless plea rising from deep within the girl’s sex-filled mind.
Zatanna caught on immediately. “Hmm,” she mused. “You know, maybe that’s a good idea. It doesn’t really seem to me like Blake is very invested in this. She’s just been lying there the whole time, not doing anything to prove she deserves your cock. Perhaps she could use a day or two to think about what she really wants.”
I considered keeping things going, but Blake looked so very pitiful as she desperately mumbled into her gag that I decided to take mercy on her. “Tempting, tempting. But maybe I should give her a chance to prove she’s really interested. What do you think, dear? Does Blake deserve a chance?”
Blake nodded, her hair whipping around just like Zatanna’s had a few minutes earlier. “I guess everyone deserves at least one chance…” Zatanna said slowly.
I looked between the two girls, and my smile turned wicked. “Zatanna, go kneel over Blake’s face,” I ordered.
Zatanna rushed to comply and I crawled over to sit down by Blake’s side. I gently ran the tips of my fingers across Blake’s bare belly, feeling the heat of her flushed skin. “So kitty, this is how it's going to work,” I began softly. Blake’s ears twitched and it was clear that she was hanging onto every word I said with desperate focus.
My fingers continued to drift across her skin, barely touching her in places before continuing onward. “I put a load of yummy cream into Zatanna’s kitty.” My fingers lightly touched down just above the ribbon over her womanhood, and I could see Blake’s muscles clench as she fought the urge to move. “In just a moment, I’m going to take out your gag. You’re not going to say anything at all. No begging, no pleading, no nothing. Instead, you’re going to lick up every single drop of cream. If you do a good job, you’ll get a reward.”
I sharply tapped the gap between her lower lips, pushing the ribbon even deeper into the gap, “And if you don’t…” I let the words hang for a moment before continuing, “then maybe I’ll let you try again tomorrow. Or perhaps next week. And until then, I’ll make sure you don’t get to play with yourself at all. You’ve been a naughty girl, bothering Raven and Glynda. This is your chance to show me you can be a good kitty. Do you understand?”
Blake nodded.
“Wonderful. Oh, and Zatanna?”
“Yes Hydrys?”
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“My rule still stands. If you cum, that will be the last time until after my next trip.”
She swallowed heavily and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Talking and acting like this still felt decidedly strange, but there was something deeply satisfying about it as well. Particularly with how both of the girls had reacted to it. I’d seen the way my threat made Zatanna’s toes curl and her pussy clench, and Blake was just as responsive. If her presence became a recurring thing––and knowing Zatanna, it probably would––then maybe I should give those books of hers a read. For inspiration, if nothing else. I much preferred reading off paper or parchment then trying to use my phone’s tiny screen.
I was glad I’d decided to take a peak at what exactly Zatanna had been looking at on her computer when she definitely wasn’t doing homework. It wasn’t exactly what I’d call good literature, but it was filled with all sorts of ideas I’d never have thought to look into on my own.
I was slightly concerned about how willing Zatanna was going to be in going along with my commands, but I shouldn’t have worried. The moment I removed Blake’s gag, she dropped down onto the cat faunus’ face, grinding her womanhood against Blake’s lips.
Blake, whose blindfold meant she hadn’t exactly seen Zatanna coming, even if she was clearly aware the other girl was kneeling above her, took a moment to react. Once she did however, she dug in like a woman possessed. Her tongue vanished into Zatanna’s slit and her mouth latched onto Zatanna’s lower lips like a woman possessed.
Zatanna’s spine stiffened and she threw her head back, her teeth clenched and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. I watched her closely, enjoying the sight. Typically I was rather occupied when I got her to such a state and couldn’t fully appreciate the artistry of it, but here I was free to admire her to my heart’s content.
She seemed absolutely committed to following my command, straining to resist the climax I knew she was so very close too. I imagined if her hands weren’t bound behind her back, they’d be squeezed into white-knuckled fists, or perhaps clutching onto the sheets for dear life.
Continuing to watch Zatanna out of the corner of my eye, I looked back down at Blake. As much as I appreciated the splendid lines of Zatanna’s ‘wrapping’, there was something wonderful in the splendid simplicity of Blake’s adornments. Zatanna’s ribbons were clearly held on by magic, hugging her curves and staying in place no matter how she moved or squirmed. She’d clearly put a lot of time and effort into designing exactly how she wanted them to lie and then casting the spells to make it so. Even with the bow at her neck, they were more an elaborate undergarment than any sort of wrapping.
Meanwhile the ribbons around Blake were clearly put together with the ‘present’ theme in mind. They were held in place by magic, but only a tiny droplet of it, and I was pretty sure the entire thing could have been done completely by muggle means as well. I gently tugged at the bow between Blake’s breasts and felt the spells holding it in place dissolve.
A single pull unraveled the bow, and then I let it slip out from between my fingers to fall down onto Blake’s chest. There were three strands of ribbon in the bow, the two ends of the one wrapping around her chest and the end of the ribbon leading down between her legs.
Without the magic keeping them in place, one of the ribbons slipped down off of Blake’s nipples, revealing the puffy pink nub to the air. I gave it a soft pinch and Blake stiffened, briefly ceasing her tongue work much to Zatanna’s annoyance. “Keep. Going,” she gasped out. “Still. Plenty more. Cream.” Blake shook herself and dove back in. I hadn’t necessarily given her a time limit, but I think she understood that my patience wouldn’t last forever.
I continued to, as Zatanna had said, slowly unwrap my present. I nudged the ribbons aside, allowing them to slip down onto the bedsheets on either side of Blake and fully revealing her breasts to the air. They were about the same size as Zatanna’s, I judged. Perhaps a tiny bit bigger even, though that might just have been a trick of perspective because her areola were slightly smaller. They were perky and round, her nipples pointing slightly upward. Blake’s skin was a few shades paler than Zatanna’s in general, but it was particularly apparent here.
I reached down, placing one hand over each creamy white mound, and squeezed lightly. They were a bit too big to fit in my hands and, like the rest of Blake, they were slightly firmer than Zatanna’s. Still, they felt wonderful under my hands, Blake’s nipples digging into my palms as I played with her chest. I squeezed harder, pressing my fingers into the soft flesh until it bulged out between them.
I looked up back at Zatanna. Her chin was pressed up against her chest and she was frantically whispering, “...oh fuck oh fuck ohfuckohfuckohfuck…” in a constant stream through her clenched teeth.
I reached up and cupped her cheek. “Having fun, dear?”
She opened a single eye, staring at me with helpless need shining in her sparkling cyan eye. I brushed her hair away from her face again, even though it just fell right back down, smiled, and looked away.
Taking hold of the end of the last ribbon still lying between Blake’s breasts, I slowly began to tug on it, wrapping it around my finger as I pulled it up away from Blake’s skin. It came free easily at first, but by the time I reached her pubic mound, it was plastered to her skin. I slowed down, lifting it up millimeter by millimeter until I reached the point where it vanished beneath Blake’s body. I let the coil drop from my finger and beheld my summon in all her naked glory.
Blake’s pussy was shaved bare, though I wasn’t sure if that was a result of her own efforts or the same depilatory spell that Zatanna cast on herself every morning. Regardless, her smooth skin shone with a thin sheen of sweat mixed with Blake’s clear arousal. She was quite literally dripping wet from what was essentially anticipation alone. I’d touched her for perhaps a total of a minute at this point, not nearly enough to explain this. Either she and Zatanna had been fooling around before I arrived home, or she just really enjoyed listening and being tied up. Or perhaps it was a combination of the two.
Much like I had done before, I gently ran my finger up between her lower lips and towards where the tip of her swollen clitoris peaked out from beneath its hood. I pulled back just before I reached it and looked down at my soaking wet finger. She was more than ready for anything.
Shifting around the bed, I extended it out towards my darling fiancee. “Zatanna,” I said firmly.
She cracked open her eyes and looked down at the finger hovering right in front of her lips. Without any further prompting, she leaned forward and took it in her mouth, licking it thoroughly clean before pulling back.
“Mhmm, yummy,” she declared. The next moment, Blake apparently hit an especially sensitive spot, because Zatanna nearly doubled over, sucking in her chest as she struggled to control herself.
“Pause,” I ordered sharply, slapping my hand down onto one of Blake’s breasts. The huntress froze instantly and Zatanna sat up, raising her hips up a few inches into the air. “What do you think, Zee. Did she get it all?” I asked curiously.
Zatanna took several seconds to answer, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps and her hips rocking from side to side. “Yeah…” then firmer, “Yeah. I think. So.”
“Good girl, Blake,” I praised, “And good job Zatanna.”
I moved around Blake, making extra sure to rustle the sheets in my wake to make sure the faunus could follow me with her ears. I stopped between her legs, and for the first time tonight, something other than my finger pressed up against her quivering womanhood.
Blake stiffened as I took two big handfuls of her taut, bubbly butt. There was a lot more muscle beneath the fat than Zatanna had, but it was still soft enough to really give me a good grip. “And here’s your reward, Kitty.”
I pressed forward, slipping easily into Blake’s slick folds. Blake clenched down tightly around my shaft, but the amount of lubrication ensured that I was able to bury my full length in her on my first thrust.
“Oooooooooooooh,” she breathed, her head dropping onto the pillow beneath her. I pulled back almost the whole way until only the very tip of my cock remained inside her, then thrust forward once more, my hips slamming against hers.
“Godsssss,” she hissed. “H-harder!”
I was happy enough to oblige. Thrust by thrust, I hammered Blake down into the bed. Zatanna liked it rough, but at the same time, she was just an ordinary witch. More durable than a muggle, of course, but everything had a limit.
Blake on the other hand was a huntress with an unlocked aura. She took everything I had and begged for more, her voice growing higher and higher pitched as she begged for me to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.
By the time I finally buried myself in her for the last time and flooded her with my seed, our auras were flashing with every impact, purple and silver-green sparks raining down around our joined hips. Blake had cum thrice, her pussy clenching down around me hard enough that I was genuinely concerned she would have seriously injured an aura-less partner. I wondered if that was a known issue on Remnant.
Zatanna remained kneeling over Blake’s face the entire time, slowly cooling down from the peak she’d so very nearly reached under first my own and then Blake’s ministrations. I pulled out just in time to splatter Blake’s belly and lower lips with my last shot, then shuffled backwards.
Zatanna looked at me with very wide, hopeful eyes. “Did I do good?” she asked.
“Hmm, well enough I guess,” I told her noncommittally. “You know, Blake did such a good job cleaning you up…”
She needed no further prompting, all but diving forward to collapse on top of the other girl. I patted her on the head as she got to work. “You’ve earned one orgasm. Make it count.” I raised my voice. “Blake? It's Zatanna’s turn to get the cream, but it's only polite to finish what you started.”
Blake also didn’t need any further instructions.
I sat back, leaning on my arms as I watched the two go at each other. Even though I wasn’t really doing anything, it was a glorious sight. Maybe Zatanna was onto something after all. And I had a feeling that, now that she’d gotten a taste, she certainly wasn’t going to be stopping with just Blake.
A few hours ago, the prospect of that would have left me anxiously biting my lip. Now…well. I was feeling a lot better about this whole situation.