Family (18+)

Continuing to leaf through the news feed while the coffee was being prepared, I suddenly came across another important news item. The son of the famous inventor and head of one of the divisions of S.T.A.R. Labs Silos Stone, Victor Stone, was in a terrible car accident. Judging by the information in the article, doctors are now fighting for his life, but the prognosis is still disappointing, and at least he will definitely lose his legs.

Yeah, local publications don't have much tact.

And now the most interesting thing, I know this name from the old world, and S.T.A.R. Labs is a very serious organization with a huge amount of advanced developments, capable of competing with WayneTech and LexCorp without much effort, so to miss this information would hardly be possible with all desire.

But back to the name, if my excellent memory serves me correctly, Victor will soon become a superhero nicknamed Cyborg as his caring dad replaces his amputated body parts with high-tech prosthetics.

Okay, stop.

Why the fuck are so many new first tier heroes suddenly showing up?

Cyborg, Flash, and Aquaman have been in the news a couple of times, but I'm the only one who knows that he's the one who's been freaking out in the oceans, saving fishing boats. True, the Prince of Atlantis looks nothing like a white-haired metrosexual in a tight orange and green outfit. According to the sailors' description, the fish lord looks like a brutal, pumped-up man with lots of tattoos, long dark hair and a beard. Even Green Arrow made a name for himself by capturing the elusive Deadshot and turning him in to the feds.

There's a reason for that "G-G-G-G."

Another epic clash between Beaver and Donkey comes to mind, only this time the villainous team must be played by someone mega-cool. And the choice here is extremely vast: the original Doomsday, Trigon, Darkseid or maybe some other chthonic shit on a planetary scale, and even Lex Luthor has a good chance to fuck up the world. There's another hearing on his case right now, and it looks like an army of top lawyers will be able to keep him out of jail this time. And this despite the fact that the billionaire conducted not the most humane experiments, creating a hybrid of a human and a Kryptonian, which subsequently beat up Supes and destroyed part of Metropolis.

There's a lot of guessing as to who the superheroes will face, but either way it means spending more time on their own development and trying to get into the still-unformed Justice League.

Of course, as an organization, the League is a slag: they fight for everything good against everything bad, regardless of the consequences. But they have cool technology and can help out in case of trouble. Besides, since I'm going to be at the origin of the League, I can tweak a few things. For example, to paint the orbital headquarters in purple or at least red-green color, well, and to push the possibility of giving completely crazy supercriminals in a normal court, where they can be sentenced to death.

By the way, the latter could be done now, since the owl-loving secret organization was no longer able to interfere in Gotham's political life, but first I decided to start small and ordered breakfast in my room.

When the food was delivered, the smell of freshly brewed coffee drew the two sleepy beauties over to the dining table. Knowing that overconsumption of magical energy causes a strong feeling of hunger, the breakfast was very dense. And judging by the way the sorceress happily pounced on the eggs and bacon, while crunching the salad, I had definitely guessed with the choice of food.

"So, are we just going to sit here and pretend like nothing happened? - Harley asked, when she was a little full and leaned back on the couch with a mug of refreshing drink in her hand.

"Right, you're absolutely right," Zee jumped up, showing her excessive enthusiasm. - The fact that Mammon has set up a branch in Las Vegas can't be ignored! I've shielded the golden obelisk with powerful charms, but it will still have a slight effect on people, giving the demon power. It is necessary to completely consecrate the casino and... - under our skeptical glances, the sorceress faded away.

"This is about the three of us right now. Or rather, our relationship," I took the liberty of starting an awkward conversation. - We've been poking around your library for a while, and suddenly it turns out that someone got married... and/or married... To be honest, I'm not really sure what happened at the altar, aside from the awesome sex.

"I myself am not sure what happened then... - the illusionist gave the coffee mug in her palms a slightly hypnotizing glance. - Marriage requires the verbal consent of all parties involved. And we somehow skipped that point and went straight to the next one," her cheeks touched a light blush. - The very fact that we all ended up at the altar together, having passed through all the defenses, suggests that there were prior arrangements... Ahem... The increased mental defenses are evidence that the magical marriage was consummated. It was thanks to it that I was able to get rid of the demon's fog so quickly. But at the same time, the ritual of knowledge shows only weak ties, as if we are very distant relatives.

I continued to listen to the sorceress in silence.

"Yeah, get this! Marriage isn't really my thing. I was just caught up in the moment, because it's not every day that one of the Eternals comes into the real world and tells me that sex is awesome. Well, and then I was going through the aftermath of the asshole-John betrayal, and you guys were so sweet. Seeking knowledge, not something forbidden, but normal magic. Hell, I just don't want anyone trying to control my life! - The pretty girl ended her spiel on an unexpected note.

"I rubbed my eyes, trying to figure out how the sorceress had come to such strange conclusions. Female logic, no less. - What makes you think anyone's going to control you?

"Um," the girl hovered, staring unfocused into space.

"You really think we're really gonna do this? Ha ha ha, sorry, Z, that's really stupid. You do realize that our, shall we say, little cell of society isn't exactly normal? Mousey, for instance, is up on the rooftops at night catching bandits, and Harley and I aren't far behind her. I mean, danger tickles the nerves so nicely. Hmm, maybe your enemies are more serious than a man with a gun, but you're one of the most powerful sorceresses on Earth! Although, if the enemy is too strong, you can always call us in for an epic brawl.

"It wasn't necessary to marry, especially not on the altar of the Shadow Peak. Friends help each other, too," the magician continued to stare hypnotically at the cooled coffee, her shoulders slumped.

"Uh, stop! Are you going to refuse to fulfill your conjugal duty? - Harley suddenly jumped up, squinting at the sorceress.

"Um..." a whole kaleidoscope of emotions flashed across Zee's beautiful face. - Pha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! - she laughed out loud.

After the sorceress laughed and calmed down a bit, the conversation flowed more casually, and we more or less decided what our future life together would look like.

I had to say, there wasn't much difference from our previous relationship. Harley and I could do some rituals, like mass exorcisms, if the illusionist wasn't there. Oh, and I could argue about the word "cooperative." Zee loved traveling and public attention almost more than the opportunity to cast spells and learn new facets of the magical arts. So at least until the end of January she was going to be on the road, according to the schedule of the world tour, and in the meantime there was a great opportunity to take a couple of lessons from a powerful sorceress, and I was not going to refuse it.

But before she got to class, Zee decided to tell her how she'd gotten into Raymond's clutches. The distance between Rio de Janeiro and Vegas was too fucking long, and the sorceress was too responsible a person to let her own tour go to waste.

It all began with the fact that a man as an old friend of the girl's father called her to visit Las Vegas. Forty years ago, Giovanni Zatara gave in the casino "Paradise" delightful performances, attracting crowds of visitors, and the "son of Benjamin" decided to pull something similar, inviting the famous illusionist to stay with him for a few days, and at the same time to give a couple of performances. In this case, he offered a very decent amount even by the standards of the enchantress, and of course, full payment for accommodation in the presidential suite of the best hotel and a round-trip flight. Any other person would have refused the magician because of the forthcoming tour, but there were several factors at once: the desire to leave Gotham quickly because of one too persistent trio (I counted Delirum as well), and also the opportunity to take Dad's old props, which Benjamin kept under the window in memory of his old friend.

But instead of a kind of rest and nostalgic memories, Zee had to face the gang "Flash Royale" right on the day of arrival, who decided to steal the prize money of the poker tournament, and the next morning to withstand the attack of three strong fire demons. With them the fight was much more difficult, but the girl coped by sanctifying the water in the pool, and then simply drowning the infernal creatures in it.

Apparently, the demonstrated skills had pleased Mammon completely, and Benjamin took action, presenting him with a bouquet of roses soaked in a love potion after the evening's performance. Due to her increased mental stability, Zee immediately recognized the attack on her mind and tried to escape, but Raymond was immediately assisted by Lord Ada and a bunch of undead. With such a support group, the man still managed to forcefully dope the dark-haired beauty with a triple-dose potion. After such a man is obliged to turn into a mindless lover, but even here the protection received on the altar showed itself, so the enchantress, as a right person, called the manager and asked to change the schedule of upcoming concerts, and then began to prepare for the wedding.

Finished with telling a fascinating story with a happy ending, Zee finally got down to sorting out all of yesterday's spells, not forgetting to explain how to properly consecrate water in case we also managed to run into fire-type demons.

During the lecture, the charming mentor also shared a couple of her discoveries with us. As it turned out, my accidental experiment on the use of prana in spells resonated with the sorceress, and that's putting it mildly. I'm unlikely to forget how I had to pull her out of the grave when the experimenter had cast a diamond shield spell with a life energy boost. So, while we were apart, the illusionist dug into ancient Sumerian manuscripts, finding more and more evidence of the existence of shells.

It allowed me to look at the whole theory of magic a little differently and find explanations for some strange effects. For example, I wasn't the only one who noticed that John almost always uses blood in his spells. It used to be thought that by sacrificing a bit of his own, the sorcerer simply strengthens spells and protects them from demonic aura. But in the light of new discoveries, it turns out that he stupidly stabilizes the structure of the weave, which allows him to more effectively attack infernal creatures.

"By the way, Z, what were those strange creatures that looked like John? - I decided to ask, deactivating my true sight to give my eyes a little rest. I decided to entrust the initiation to the sorcerer for a reason, because now I could see the structure of the spells properly, making the study of magic even more exciting.

"Inner demons or vices. Something that gnaws at a mage from the inside out. Actually, this is an attack spell that real demons love to use. However, against a normal mage this spell is almost useless, because its use is hampered by auric protection, and the usual shield spells no one canceled. Ideally, the summoned inner demons should try to tear their master to pieces, but John, it seems, managed to somehow negotiate with them and had a pocket army up his sleeve, - the sorceress stretched sweetly, getting up from the sofa. - All right, let's take a short break, and then you can demonstrate your progress.

The break lasted a little longer, as the magician decided to call her agent to make revisions to the tour again. Judging by the emotional conversation, the person on the other end of the line was not particularly happy to change plans ten times and make arrangements with a lot of people, but still promised to do his best.

When we reassembled in the large room, I decided to go for the trump card and drew the illusion spell I had developed. And I wish I hadn't done that... Immediately when I drew it, thanks to my true sight, I saw a lot of inconsistencies between the lines of the runes and the geometric shapes necessary for focusing, which I hastily tried to patch up.

In my imagination they were all connected to each other, but in reality the structure of the spell resembled a torn web, or a spider's web spun on ecstasy. It was amazing that the structure somehow held together and even performed its intended function, albeit with a terrible loss of energy.

"You know, of the two of you, I thought Harley was the perverted one, but you've outdone her," she said thoughtfully, scrutinizing my artwork.

"Yeah, in my imagination, it looked a little more decent. Hmm, why don't we try injecting some prana into the knots? Shouldn't it be more stable?

"Sounds good, but you might want to try this with the individual modules from the illusion and shield school first. It's too complex a structure to test a theory. Not now, I can see that using the true gaze is starting to make you uncomfortable, so take a rest," she looked at the blonde sitting on the couch, who was listening to our discussions with interest. - And how are you doing with magic?

"Here," - smiling my faithful assistant pulled out a tongue almost twenty centimeters long and licked her eyebrow with it.

"Ahem... Mm-hmm... Metamorph-magic, I presume?

"Uh-huh," she drew her tongue back in, winking slyly. - I mostly use it to strengthen my body. I strengthen bones, increase muscle efficiency by changing the ratio of red to white fibers, and do a little work on the cardiovascular system.

I stared at the girl in shock as she shared the details of her experiments on herself. No, I knew that she hadn't abandoned magic, and that she was more interested in books than I was, but to do this...

"Isn't it dangerous? - A hint of worry crept into my voice against my will.

"If you take precautions, it's no more dangerous than getting tattoos. It can be a little painful at times, but it's nothing fatal," she said. - I've also started to study healing, since it's a related field, but I'm not doing so well. It's like mana's always trying to escape when I throw it out into space, but enough about that," she stood up, deftly getting rid of her top. - We've done enough magic already, and now it's time for dessert.

 - Hmm, you're right," I cut my distance from Zee abruptly, hugging her from behind and kissing her seductive neck.

"Guys, maybe a little later? I've got an agent calling me back soon," the dark-haired beauty tried to sluggishly disentangle herself from my embrace, her firm ass constantly touching my hard-on.

"No, you're leaving us again soon, for who knows how long, so you're not going anywhere tonight. As a punishment for your sneaky escape and attempt to marry, we'll explore all your seductive holes," Harley moved closer and began to play with the sorceress's firm breasts without a shadow of shyness.

"Um... I can show you how to use the teleportation room, so you can move to me quickly... mnh," she sighed sweetly, responding to the erotic stroking.

"You'll be sure to do that, too," I continued to explore the enchantress's delicious body with my palms, moving lower and lower. Her skin smelled pleasantly of lilacs, while Harley's smelled of strawberries, which made for a fun contrast when I tasted the girls.

Kiss Zee, kiss Harley, then the girls in between and repeat. With each passing second, the passions in the room heated up, and now my horny assistant was demonstrating her metamorphic skills, tongue-tearing the sexy wizard's pussy while I fucked her tight ass.

"No, wait," the illusionist moaned languidly, covering the ass my companion was clearly aiming for.

"Nah, it's not like that," Harley replied with her tongue hanging out.

"I... Shit, wait a couple minutes, I have to go," Zee jumped up and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Oh, didn't think so," the blonde scratched her head awkwardly, shrinking the organ. - She was used to Babs always coming ready, and Ivy didn't need that.

"Don't get distracted," I sharply penetrate to my full depth, eliciting a wrenching moan of pleasure.

Before the enchantress came, I had time to pump my faithful assistant's ass with seed and switch to her pussy, feeling a pleasant tingling sensation.

"Ahem," we were distracted from our tumbling in bed by a delicate cough. - I'm kind of ready," Zee's cheeks turned a little red at the end of the quiet speech.

"Oh, you're so cute," Harley said with a gasp, clearly approaching another finish line. - How did you do it so fast?

"A spell," she whispered, wagging her eyes to the side.

"Ah. Ha... Great, you can show us his formula later. Now sit on my face," she commanded, and her eyes turned different colors.

"Well, okay," still embarrassed and trying to ignore the metamorphosis, the sorceress settled her seductive ass on the blonde pervert's satisfied face.

Without stopping fucking the lying girl, I merged into a kiss with Zee, feeling her happily respond to the caress.

"Selt, you're so ouskaya... you'll hardly get through, ah," said her beloved, not taking her eyes off the treat. - Mr. Dzey will tear you up, ah.

The new volley coincided perfectly with the orgasm of both beauties, and then the girls switched, and now I was demolishing the pussy of the sorceress, kissing Harley, while our friend pleasured the blonde orally. It's a shame, of course, that we can't take the anal virginity of Earth's most powerful sorceress right now, but we're together again, and it's only a matter of time before it happens. Especially if we take into account how she moans from the dexterous tongue of my assistant.