Young Justice: Poseidonis
August 27th, 2010
Our tenth day at the Conservatory began like any other. I woke up with Zatanna held tightly in my arms, our bare bodies intertwined beneath the sheets. I could feel Zatanna’s delicate fingers wrapped around my morning wood, my cock sandwiched between our bodies. I opened my eyes, blearily blinking the last traces of sleep away, and found Zatanna’s impish smile a scant few inches away from my face.
“Good morning, my love,” I whispered softly, squeezing her bum with one hand as I did.
“And to you, handsome,” Zatanna whispered back, her hand beginning to stroke slowly up and down my shaft as much as our positions would allow.
We both leaned in at the same time, experience ensuring we didn’t bump noses again like we had our first night waking up like this, and kissed briefly.
“You know,” Zatanna whispered huskily as she pulled away, “Garth and Tula aren’t coming this morning.”
“Ah right,” I remembered, “they’ve got that lesson with the Queen before lunch today.”
“Exactly! And you know what that means?”
I did, in fact, know exactly what Zatanna meant. She’d proven herself to be rather insatiable in the last few days, constantly eager to try out new things or revisit ones we’d already tried together. There hadn’t been a night this week where we hadn’t both gone to sleep satisfied and exhausted, not to mention some mornings, occasional sessions before lunch, and whenever there was a sufficiently long break between classes.
I hadn’t even known some of the things she’d introduced me to were done between men and women, but I could not deny that her knowledge of such things was far…deeper than mine. There were different positions of course, but also acts that I never would have come up with on my own. We had both pleasured each other with our mouths, including a particularly memorable night when we did so simultaneously. Zatanna had also used her hands, the valley of her breasts, the gap between her plush thighs, and the space between her plump rear cheeks to stimulate my shaft, each one a unique and wonderful experience.
Of course I ensured that she never ended the session unfulfilled either. Zatanna’s breasts proved to be incredibly sensitive when she was aroused, and I found it deeply satisfying to watch her face screw up in pleasure as I played with them both on their own and while we engaged in intercourse. She also constantly encouraged me to go further, harder, and rougher, something that she seemed to enjoy immensely and I found stimulating as well, though I always feared going too far.
I pretended to think things over, then snapped my fingers and lightly slapped her butt. “Ah, I know! It means we can get an early start at the library today!”
Zatanna very slowly raised one eyebrow and stared at me unimpressed. I met her gaze squarely, my face a mask of perfect innocence. After a moment, the hand on her rear slowly began to squeeze and Zatana’s composure broke.
She snorted in laughter and looked away. “Hydrys!” she whined pitifully
“Yes love?” I asked, keeping my joke going. “Oh you’d like me to let go so we can get dressed and get going! Plenty more scrolls to read and tablets to copy!” A few days into our visit, I’d realized that none of the tablets in the library were protected against copying charms like all books back home were.
A few hours of tinkering and soon I could conjure a copy of a tablet in a spatially expanded pocket of my pants with a single surreptitious tap of my wand. They wouldn’t last forever, or even until the end of the year, but that didn’t matter because as soon as we were back on the surface, I planned to compile them into actual books. As much as thin tablets were useful to the Atlanteans, I far preferred reading from parchment, or even cheap paper.
I was being at least moderately circumspect, only copying choice bits and never too blatantly––that’s why the copies appeared already inside my pocket and not on the table beside the original––but I still expected to have a hefty collection of books by the end of it all. A fine beginning for the as-of-yet empty library at my as-of-yet unnamed new home.
Zatanna growled, “Hydrys,” she began sweetly, “neither of us is going to get out of this bed until you’ve put a hot, fresh load of cum in my cunt and another one in my belly.” She licked her lips slowly, “And you’d best get started before I add another one to the list.”
“If you’re hungry and don’t want to head to the cafeteria, we’ve got plenty of foo––” Zatanna’s hand around my shaft tightened noticeably, though not to an uncomfortable degree, and I decided that the joke had gone on long enough. “––ucking to do, so we’d best get started!” I finished quickly.
Zatanna grinned. “That’s the spirit!” she exclaimed cheerfully, and then she slipped out from my arms and dove under the covers. A moment later I felt her tongue brush against the underside of my shaft and gasped softly in anticipation. Zatanna bucked, throwing the sheets off and revealing both of our bodies in all their glory.
I grinned down at my beautiful, beaming girlfriend and then thread my fingers through her hair. “Are you waiting for a signed invitation? Breakfast is ready, come and get it!” My cock twitched, the tip slapping against Zatanna’s nose and leaving a droplet of precum on her cheek. Zatanna gathered it up with a finger, licked it clean, then dove right in.
Needless to say, it took us some time to get out of bed that morning.
We finally left my––our, really––room around eleven. Breakfast was long over, but lunch would be served pretty soon and honestly the pair of chocolate twists I’d purchased a bakery on the surface and brought down under a preservation charm that kept them as fresh as though they’d just come out of the oven made for a much more satisfying breakfast than the seafood we’d have eaten in the cafeteria.
The food here wasn’t bad, but it was different and sometimes familiar is what you wanted to start the day. I knew there were other surface cultures that ate seafood for breakfast, but it just didn’t feel like the sort of meal I wanted to start my day with. Fish eggs, flash-boiled squid, and sea urchin gonads in a seaweed wrap just wasn’t a breakfast food, no matter how much Garth insisted it was. Like, it tasted good. But it just wasn’t breakfast.
Plus it meant we could actually have tea with our food, something that was all but impossible if we’d gone to the cafeteria to eat. I’d taken the time to do my research (with a lot of help from Zatanna), portkey all the way to China, and buy several kilograms of high quality tea leaves several weeks back and I’d really been missing it in the mornings.
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Today we’d decided to leave our brooms behind. As much as they’d proven themselves to be a valuable tool, Professor Unla had rightfully pointed out that they were also a crutch that was interfering with our training. Instead of relying on an outside aid, we should be using our hydromancy to get around like many of the more human-looking Atlanteans did. Almost all Atlanteans had at least some affinity for magic, even if they never trained it properly, and even as children they learned to instinctively augment their swimming with low-level hydromancy.
It was definitely slow going at first, but by now both Zatanna and I had gotten the general gist of it. We were both still far slower than someone like Tula, who had been doing this for years and could literally swim rings around both of us, but moving around the Conservatory’s campus no longer physically exhausted us in minutes.
We were on our way to the library––we only had about an hour and a half but that was still enough time to make it worth the trip––when we caught sight of Garth and Tula training under the watchful eyes of the Queen. They were in one of the open-water training grounds, the roof of an academic building warded to stop spells from flying off into the distance or damaging the stonework.
Tula zoomed through the water, a veritable storm of bright blue bolts flying from her hands as she twirled around a powerful spell from Garth. Garth expertly wove between them, deflecting the few he couldn’t dodge with rapidly conjured shields, then hurled a trident-shaped projectile at Tula that cut through the water like a torpedo.
Tula waited for the very last moment, then dodged under it, her back momentarily parallel to the ground. She flipped smoothly through the water and fired back with a pair of watery ropes that wove through the water like living creatures.
Garth aborted the spell he was about to cast and crouched down as the spells flew towards him. A half-dome shield absorbed both impacts, then erupted into a volley of thin spikes that flew out for several feet, then all turned sharply and homed in on Tula.
Mera looked up and waved at the two of us. We waved back and she gestured for us to join her. That hadn’t been the plan––this was supposed to be a private lesson for two of her best students––but I certainly wasn’t going to turn her down. I was still reviewing everything she’d said during our session three days earlier and finding new insights in her words.
Neither of our usual guides acknowledged us as we swam down to stand beside Mera, safely nestled behind the wards around the roof. I kept a hand on my wand just in case, but I doubted I had anything to fear with her beside me. Even if the wards failed, she was a better witch than Tula and Garth combined and I was confident that nothing the two could throw at her would seriously trouble her even if they worked together.
We exchanged greetings and Mera nodded towards the still-fighting duo. “What do you think?” she asked softly.
I considered the fight. “They’re pretty good,” I said after a moment. “Very fast and mobile. Tula probably could do with shielding more, Garth is really exploiting how much she prefers to dodge instead of block or deflect, but she’s just plain faster than most of what he can throw at her. Garth…” I paused again, studying the young wizard’s fighting. “I think he’s overly reliant on familiarity,” I said finally. “He knows how hard Tula hits and how fast her spells move and he’s exploiting it, but I don’t know how well he would fare against an opponent he hasn’t practiced against a thousand times. His casting is good, but he’s just…very predictable?”
Zatanna hummed softly. “You know what, I think I see it. Dodge, blast, jump, shield,” she rattled off, and almost like clockwork Garth repeated the same sequence that he’d already used three times in the last few minutes.
“Excellent eye,” Mera praised, “I completely agree. Doing what works is not wrong, but clinging to forms instead of adapting them to your own needs is a recipe for defeat.”
We watched the fight go on for another few minutes and then, once again, Garth repeated the exact same sequence of moves that Zatanna had listed off before. This time however, Mera spoke up before the fight could continue.
“Your technique is excellent, but your choices remain predictable,” she chided. “After just a handful of minutes, Zatanna could read you like a tablet. A true enemy could exploit such behavior in ways that Tula does not. Combat sorcery is not like classwork. It demands…” she paused, searching for a word, “improvisation. And Tula––”
Mera cut off as she looked in the direction of her other student but paused half way. My eyes followed her own gaze and I was surprised to recognize Aqualad swimming towards us. Then again, maybe I shouldn’t be. He did live here, and he’d been a student at the Conservatory before becoming Aqualad. I’d heard that particular story dozens of times by now, particularly since Topo had decided to make an art piece about it and wouldn’t shut up about the project at meals.
“Kaldur'ahm!” Mera exclaimed joyfully, and both Tula and Garth spun around towards their old friend. “Oh it's so good to see you!”
“Kaldur!” Tula exclaimed a moment later, clearly excited to see him.
Garth and Tula both swam out of his way as he approached the Queen and saluted her the way I’d seen some guards do in the past. He apologized for disrupting the lesson, but she waved him off. They were just about done anyway and she had a class to teach soon to more than just her immediate students.
The two exchanged a few words, and then she swam off, leaving the five of us standing together. Kaldur finally seemed to register Zatanna and I’s presence and he jolted slightly. “Hydrys, Zatanna, what a surprise to see you here,” he said leadingly.
Tula answered before I had a chance to. “They’re here as temporary students,” she told him, “Garth and I have been showing them around.” Then she swam forward and hugged her friend. “It is so good to see you, Kaldur! You look well.”
“Yes,” Garth added, “It seems that life on the surface agrees with you.”
Zatanna and I exchanged looks and I quickly spoke up, “Good running into you, Aqualad, but I’m afraid that Zatanna and I need to run. We’ll leave you to catch up with your friends.”
“Thank you. It is good to see you as well. Miss Martian still hopes that you will join us for a proper mission someday.”
“Maybe,” Zatanna said noncommittally. “But I’m technically still grounded for the first one, so maybe not for a while.” Zatanna tilted her head to the side. “Does it still count as being grounded if I’m under water? Eh, whatever. Bye!”
And then we both quickly swam away, leaving the trio alone on the roof. I could almost see the tension between them––it felt like they had a lot to talk about.
The rest of the day progressed normally enough. We spent some time at the library, ate lunch together, and then I headed to a healing class while Zatanna went to learn more about magical tattoos. After that we met up for a one-hour lecture on underwater pyromancy––a branch of magic reserved almost exclusively for cooking and focused on manipulating pure heat rather than fire––after which Zatanna dragged me back to our room for ‘a quick snack’.
We barely made it to our last class of the day, a rather interesting lesson on the spells that Atlanteans used to control and communicate telepathically with fish. It was a…odd set of skills, to be sure, and one that I wasn’t sure would be particularly useful most of the time, but the spells themselves were fascinating in their intricacy and relative simplicity. I was pretty sure that I could use the same methodology to eventually develop spells that worked on other animals like birds or maybe even snakes, and that could prove very useful indeed.
We ate dinner with Garth and Topo, who was excitedly telling anyone who would listen about how much Aqualad liked his art, then split off to head to the library. Zatanna and I swam hand in hand, propelled forward by our gentle kicking and the very water around us. Zatanna was excitedly telling me about the class she’d had without me, a huge smile on her face that felt like it lit up the water with its brightness.
For the second time today, our plans were suddenly stymied. This time however, it wasn’t by Queen Mera and her students, but by explosions. Dozens and dozens of explosions all across the city. Even behind the Conservatory’s wards I could hear the sound of buildings collapsing and the screams of injured Atlanteans.
My wand was in my hand a moment later. Zatanna and I looked at each other, her smile replaced by a focused frown. “That didn’t sound good,” she said softly.
“It certainly did not,” I replied. The real question however was what we should do now.