Young Justice: Poseidonis
August 21st, 2010
Zatanna leaned forward and her weight pushed me down onto the bed. The impact momentarily knocked the air from my lungs and I barely had a chance to suck in a deep breath before she was on me. Our lips mashed together as she all but lunged towards my face and our noses bumped painfully as we clumsily kissed. I twisted my head in the same direction as Zatanna, then the other way, and then our tongues were dancing together. My eyes were closed but I could feel Zatanna, her lips on mine, our chests pressed together, and her warm weight on top of me. It was sloppy and messy and just all together the best thing ever.
Zatanna wove her hands through my hair as she kissed me and my own roamed up and down her body, exploring every inch of her in a way I’d never felt it proper to do before. I squeezed and massaged her lucious rear with both hands and Zatanna moaned eagerly into my mouth, egging me onward.
I was feeling slightly breathless by the time Zatanna finally broke our kiss, fiery heat filling my body and making my heart pound in my chest. Zatanna sat up, her knees on either side of my waist and her breathing coming in heaving gasps that made her chest bounce with every breath. Her face was flushed bright red and, from the heat I could feel in my cheeks, I had no doubts that my own complexion currently mirrored hers.
“Oh god, Hydrys I need you,” Zatanna gasped out, but I barely heard her. My hands were still buried in the plump cheeks of her ass and I used them like handholds to pull her slightly up my body towards me. Zatanna yelped and used my shoulder to steady herself, but I was far from done.
One hand stayed on Zatanna’s bum while the other moved up to her back and I pulled Zatanna back down on top of me, finally doing something I’d been trying to avoid fantasizing about since the first night we’d spent together in the same bed.
My lips closed around one of Zatanna’s nipples and I ran my tongue in a slow circle around out, then brushed it over the firm little nub of flesh. Zatanna’s sharp intake of breath and soft moans were all the motivation I needed to continue and I slowly expanded my search, lavishing every inch of her wonderful perky breasts with soft licks and gentle kisses.
Zatanna’s weight shifted and I took the opportunity to move the hand on her back down and around to cradle Zatanna’s so far unattended breast. I rubbed and squeezed the soft yet firm flesh, so different from her pillowy rear and yet equally wonderful. Catching the nipple between my fingers, I rolled it gently even as my lips returned to the other one and received another loud moan of pleasure from Zatanna in return.
“Oh fuck, Hydrys! Oh god!” Zatanna’s face was buried in the bed sheets above me but I could hear her as clear as day, her voice loud and filled with pleasure and raw, hungry desire.
Zatanna’s hips bucked and her legs slid further apart, pressing her bare crotch against my belly. I could feel the moisture collecting in her core and it urged me onward just as much as her moans and breathless panting did. Even with my vision covered almost entirely by her chest and shoulders, I could read her body and reactions like a book, feeling the tension in her muscles and the shifting of her voice and breathing as my tongue and fingers moved around.
The undersides of her breasts were very sensitive and she seemed to love it when I gently tugged on her nipples or just barely brushed my teeth against them. Her ass was also very sensitive, and the hand holding her down against me was hard at work squeezing, groping, and kneading the flesh as though it was the clay we sometimes worked with in Herbology. I was careful not to be too rough, but to an extent her reactions just got better and better as my confidence grew.
Zatanna let out a hitched gasp and her hips began to move, grinding her womanhood up and down my belly in short strokes that left a trail of hot moisture in their wake. I pulled my hand away from Zatanna’s breast and she let out a desperate moan, “Hydryyyyssss,” she almost hissed, oh god, Hydrysssss!”
I didn’t leave her hanging for long. I switched hands, my left going to her butt while I tucked my right under her body to the breast I was worshiping with my mouth. A tiny wiggle later and my tongue was tracing a wide circle around the edge of her areola while my hand got to work on the soft, slick flesh beneath it.
I moved slowly but surely, each circle getting fractionally smaller and smaller until Zatanna was literally begging for it. “Hydrys, please, please I’m so close! Hydrys!” Finally I flicked my tongue up and down her nipple, then latched on and sucked hard while my other hand squeezed and rolled her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Zatanna’s entire body shuddered and she cried out wordlessly, more of her weight falling on me as the arm braced on the sheets above me was suddenly unable to hold her up. I continued to suck and lick and squeeze and knead, emboldened by her clear enjoyment. It was a tad uncomfortable to have so much of her body weight directly on top of my face, but that was completely outweighed by what exactly was pressing down on me and the delightful sounds pouring from between Zatanna’s lips.
“Holy shit, Hydrys, that was amazing,” she whispered shakily. “I…I didn’t know that…could feel so good…” Slowly Zatanna’s shaking died down and she pushed herself up with both arms. I followed her up, my mouth still latched onto her breast, then fell back to stare into Zatanna’s shining eyes, though my hands continued moving despite our change in position.
My mouth had left a few red marks on her pale breasts and I gently traced between them with my finger, my touch making Zatanna’s breath hitch as she tried to say something. “You’re so beautiful,” I told Zatanna softly, and she laughed, once more making her breasts bounce hypnotically.
Though I didn’t have much to compare them to, I personally thought Zatanna’s breasts were perfect. Not too big, not too small, and the way they made Zatanna sing when I played with them was as rewarding as finally managing a difficult spell after days of study.
I continued, emphasizing each point with a rough squeeze of a breast and a cheek. “Your eyes gleam like the purest sapphires, your smile brightens the darkest of days, your hair shines like the night sky…” Zatanna’s smile widened and I grinned back, “your breasts are just perfect, your bum––”
Zatanna cut me off before I could continue, her lips once more crashing down against mine and I let the rest of the complements I’d been preparing fade to the back of my mind. The kiss was just as fiery and passionate as before, but this time we managed to avoid trying to break each other’s noses.
Zatanna once again pulled away far too soon. “I’d like to think you’re pretty fine yourself, but let me take a look at the entire specimen before I make a final judgment.” She nearly broke down into laughter twice during the sentence and I very reluctantly let her go as she crawled down my body and off the bed.
I propped myself up on my elbows as Zatanna shakily stood in front of me and hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of my sleeping pants. There was a very obvious tent in the fabric, and I could see her eyes glued to it as she tried to work the knot holding my pants in place. After a moment, I could see she was starting to get frustrated, her trembling fingers and the bare fragment of her attention actually focused on the task at hand turning the simple two-loop knot into a gordian challenge. Then she finally seemed to remember that she was a witch. “Eitnu!” she hissed, and the two pieces of string flew apart in an instant, nearly tearing the enchanted fabric around them.
Zatanna took a deep breath, then sharply tugged my pants down. After a moment I remembered to raise my butt up off the sheets and Zatanna’s blush deepened as she much more carefully pulled them down around my ankles, then off and tossed them onto the desk chair.
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My cock sprang free, standing proudly erect and throbbing in anticipation. Zatanna stared at it wide-eyed for several seconds and I felt slightly self-conscious for a moment. I’d never given my manhood much thought until just now, but what if it was in some way deficient compared to Zatanna’s expectations?
I’d spent my OWL and NEWT years, which many of my classmates wasted enjoying one another’s company, studying magic and actually preparing for my exams. Even if I hadn’t, getting this far with a witch who wasn’t my betrothed would be a massive mark against me, a sign that I could not properly compose myself as a wizard of good standing. Only muggle borns and first-generation halfbloods, or some particularly stupid witches and wizards with no regard for their families, had the ‘opportunity’ to engage in anything beyond kissing and heated petting.
Of course I knew the mechanics of it all. I’d had the misfortune of having my dearest mother catch me while I was reading ‘Da Booke of Places Moste Darke and Trecherus’, which was not about what I thought it would be about at all. She’d boxed my ears, then sat me down for a very long and very awkward conversation about all the ways a sly mudblood witch could try to take advantage of a proper wizard of good breeding.
However, that was all purely theoretical knowledge. Enthusiasm and effort had helped me succeed so far, but something inside me throbbed painfully at the idea of disappointing Zatanna, particularly after the fervent speech she’d delivered earlier.
My fears were allayed as Zatanna slowly reached out and touched the side of my shaft with the tips of her fingers. It twitched in response and Zatanna’s lips parted slightly and she wrapped her hand gently around my cock. I’d held hands with Zatanna plenty of times and knew how soft and slender her fingers were, but they felt much different when they were holding my manhood and not my fingers. “It's warm,” she said, her voice tinged with a hint of wonder and trepidation. She leaned forward and a gentle breath of warm air blew across the throbbing head of my cock.
Zatanna slowly, hesitantly pumped her hand up and down and my breathing hitched. Zatanna’s eyes snapped up to mine and her parted lips transitioned into a toothy, confident grin. Zatanna gave my cock one more slow, languid pump, her fingers moving all the way down and then back up my length, then clambered back onto the bed and straddled my legs.
Zatanna slowly shuffled forward up my body, giving me plenty of time to drink in her body, searing the sight of her nude form into my mind. Her hips rocked from side to side and her widely-spread knees spread the outer lips of her womanhood, revealing the pink center shining with a thin sheen of moisture.
She stopped with her butt resting lightly on my thighs, my shaft pressed vertically along her crotch and up her belly. The skin above her slit was pale and smooth, and the silky touch of her skin against mine made me realize that she’d removed every strand of hair below her neck. The book had said something about a thick patch of hair showing that a witch was a proper woman, but something about this seemed far sexier than what I had been picturing.
Zatanna took another deep breath and peeked down at my cock. One of her hands lightly pressed my shaft against her, while the other went to the tip of my cock, palm flat as she measured its length against her belly.
She closed her eyes, opened them, then rose up until the tip of my cock was just brushing against her rosy center. I silently watched with bated breath as she shifted back and forth a little at a time, rubbing my cock up and down between her outer lips, moisture from her core wetting the head of my cock and trickling slowly down my shaft.
She paused again and I could see her knees shaking slightly. I reached up and set my hands on her hips, steadying her. “Is this really what you want, Zee?” I asked softly. I was…well, I had mixed feelings about this. On one hand, it went against everything I had been taught. Not only were we not married nor betrothed, but we were actively hiding our relationship from her father and my own family was not in the picture at all.
On the other hand, this was not my world. My family was so far away that distance could no longer measure it, back in a world I’d left behind. This was a whole different place with different traditions and moralities. And, very importantly, my gorgeous, sexy girlfriend was kneeling over my cock after several minutes spent screaming into the bed sheets as I pleasured her with my mouth and hands.
I couldn’t fully suppress the temptation to just pull her downward onto my shaft, but I was sufficiently in control of my faculties to resist actually acting on it. I cared about my relationship with Zatanna far more than I did a few minutes of pleasure.
Zatanna’s expression went from hesitant to firm as bedrock. “Yes. Yes it is. I love you, Hydrys. There’s no one else I’d rather have my first time with.”
And then Zatanna slowly lowered herself onto my cock. Her lower lips spread around my throbbing cockhead and it slowly vanished into her hot, wet depths. Zatanna’s face screwed up into a slightly pained expression and she froze for several seconds, then continued. Inch by ponderous inch she sank down until about half my shaft was buried inside her.
“Merlin and Morgana,” I swore, throwing my head back with a soft gasp of pleasure. Zatanna’s insides squeezed down around me like a vice and waves of hot pleasure like nothing I’d ever experienced before raced down my spine and flooded my body. Kissing Zatanna had been amazing, and this was better, so much better.
I looked up at Zatanna past my nose and watched through lidded eyes as she threw her own head back, her hair falling in a curtain around her. “Fuck! Hydrys,” she moaned, “oh god, you’re so big! You feel so goooooood inside me.” She rolled her hips and sank down another inch. “Oh fuck, fuck!”
I collapsed fully back onto the bed and held onto Zatanna’s hips for dear life. She moved agonizingly slowly further and further down my cock, and moans slipped from my lips as her pussy did its best to crush my shaft.
“Dear Merlin, Zee, you’re amazing!” I groaned, “Fuck!
Finally, Zee’s hips met mine and the final millimeters of my cock vanished inside her. I could feel her deepest depths pressing against the tip of my cock, Zatanna’s pussy fitting me perfectly like a sheath of hot, tight flesh.
My hands moved around to hold Zatanna’s bum as she leaned heavily on my chest, my fingers digging into her cheeks and pulling her down onto me. Zatanna moaned and rolled her hips, our voices mingling as we filled the air with the sounds of our pleasure.
Zatanna shifted her weight and began to pull up slightly and I pushed her butt up, helping her rise a few inches off my cock. Then she slammed back down and once more cried out, my name rolling from her lips and echoing around the room. “Fuck Hydrys! Oh Fuck! Hydrys!”
The next few minutes were a blissful blur of slapping flesh, cries of enjoyment, and sensation I’d never realized I’d been missing out on in my life. Zatanna bounced on top of me, the glorious friction from her rolling hips and each stroke up and down my length sending waves of heat and pleasure through my body.
With a loud gasp, Zatanna slumped forward and her entire body shuddered again as she came. “Hydrysssssssss” she moaned, and her pussy clenched down even tighter around me, squeezing my cock until I felt like I was going to burst. I had already been on the brink of cumming, my body held back only by my desire to give Zatanna the best experience I could. This however threatened to push me over the edge.
“I’m…close…” I warned, “I’m going to cum!” My voice was shaky, but Zatanna heard me all the same.
“Cum for me, Hydrys!” she exclaimed, “Fuck me! Fill me up!” Her hands roamed across my chest and she continued to roll her hips even as her insides clenched and unclenched around me, her body doing its utmost to push me over the edge.
Squeezing her rear, I thrust my hips up and pulled her down. My cock swelled, stretching her to the limit and Zatanna cried out in pleasure again, nearly collapsing down onto my chest. Spurt after spurt of hot cum blasted from my cock, flooding Zatanna’s core and slowly starting to leak down my cock.
Zatanna held herself up for as long as she could. As my cock began to grow soft inside her, she finally collapsed down onto my chest and we held each other tightly, our eyes locked together and our bodies intertwined.
“That was…incredible,” I told her softly.
Zatanna smiled weakly and I raised my head to kiss her tenderly on the lips. It was a short, gentle kiss, nothing like the ones we’d shared earlier in the evening, but it was…very nice.
“Yeah. Yeah, that was amazing.”
“Everything you imagined it would be?”
“And more,” she confirmed easily.
I squinted past Zatanna and focused on the lights shining down on us. Slowly a thin strand of glowing water rose from the bowl on the desk and drifted silently through the air until it reached the switch that controlled the lights. I clicked my teeth together and the water slapped the switch, plunging us into near total darkness.
Zatanna sighed in contentment. “You’re the best.”
“Love you too, dear.”