My SI Stash #63 - A Reality Warper in A DC Universe by HeroineRule34Guy (DCU)

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Sypnosis: A self-insert finds himself with reality warping powers and the DC Universe at his fingertips. First stop: Shadowcrest, where Zatanna awaits. He has some unique ideas on how to improve her magical potency. (Full disclosure: The basic premise, but not the execution, is inspired by Baroque's Superheroine Submission. Check that out, it's over on Hentai Foundry.)

Rated: M

Words: 39K

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Chapter 1

It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the sudden transition to the immediate area around Shadowcrest. I consider fixing it for a split second, before deciding against it. Not really worth risking a fundamental change to my being for what's at best a minor inconvenience. Besides, right now there are more important things on my mind.

If I weren't a reality warper, it might have taken a lot of effort to find this place. Shadowcrest was enchanted and warded to be constantly on the move and hidden from all but the most powerful mages by the best of the best, Giovanni and Sindella Zatara, two of the most talented wizards in human history. Both of them dead now. Maybe I can resurrect them as a present for Zatanna.

What a bizarre thought. I guess I technically could. Just a bit weird to be so blase about this whole thing. Not the sort of situation you expect to run into, waking up in a superhero universe with ontokinesis. Or is it ontomancy? I guess I can ask Zatanna after I've made her mine.

...I could do that now. No, no, I sort of want to see her succumb. It's a bit sadistic, but I feel like I've earned those simple pleasures. The Reach, the King of Tears, Mongul, Despero, dozens of other threats, I either blinked them out of existence or changed their modus operandi the moment I realized I'd woken up in a comic book universe. That's billions of lives saved, I've earned a bit of depravity.

For the sheer novelty, I decide to walk up the stairs to Shadowcrest. If I'm too lazy to walk up a set of stairs, I'm too lazy to deserve reality warping. I already rendered myself inviolate against magic and most anything else I could think of, so any of her manor's defenses won't work on me. Otherwise, I'd probably already have been turned into a toad by some anti-trespassing spell.

I make it up the winding stairway, and once I arrive at the silvered wooden doors, softly glowing with arcane light, I take my hands out of my suit's pockets and knock authoritatively. Wait a few moments for her to arrive-

The door creaks open as a confused Zatanna Zatara meets my gaze. "Who are you?" she tilts her head in suspicion. "Shadowcrest isn't exactly an easy place to find."

What an unbelievably gorgeous woman. I almost forget to breathe as I take her in. She's tall, maybe five-eleven, with pale, creamy skin, long, flowing black hair, and striking blue eyes. She's wearing the infamous stage magician's outfit, a white button-up dress shirt that wonderfully accentuates her perfect goddamn breasts, which are outlined tantalizingly by the fabric.

There's a short black blazer jacket that clings tightly to her arms and shoulders, a leotard of the same color underneath it all that barely conceals her pussy, and of course, a white bowtie and a black top hat tying it all together. Oh, and you absolutely can't forget the famous fishnet stockings. Those legs!

It takes all of my self-control not to ravage her right then and there, especially considering how I just warped reality to remove the chance of her experiencing clitoral fatigue, made her erogenous zones a fair bit more sensitive, as well as a couple of other useful modifications for convenience's sake. Ontomancy naturally results in biomancy if you so choose.

Gotta savor it, Joseph. "Invite me in and I'll tell you," I smirk, giving her a slight mental nudge. She narrows her eyes, before beckoning me in. God, she has such luscious lips, and the lipstick only accentuates them.

Adjusting things a bit so that she'll accept the gesture, I slip an arm around her waist, pulling her towards me. "Show me to the living room and I'll explain it all," I say. Shadowcrest is probably one of the fanciest buildings I've ever been in, filled to the brim with ancient mystical artifacts, a collection forged by two long-dead archmages, and I don't even care, what with the sexiest woman I've ever seen strutting by my side.

"Another man with secrets. Perfect," she replies, giving me an apprehensive look, apparently ignoring my arm on her waist. Did my ontomancy render her a bit more trusting of me? Must have. Subconscious? Probably, but a welcome alteration nonetheless.

Also, a lady who willingly dated John Constantine does not get to gripe about men, ever. "Don't worry. Soon enough you'll know all of my secrets."

Goddamn, her outfit shows off half of her asscheeks, and what little isn't covered by the fishnets is clutched tightly by her leotard, giving me a perfect view of her ass if I just turn my gaze to the left- oh, we're in the living room. Spiffy place. I make my way over to a velvety couch, nudging her to join me.

"So I'm from a parallel universe," I begin, as we both sit down. "Sort of a wizard, I guess. Vast magical powers. Basically immune to magic and other anomalous techniques. I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve."

She raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Pirts dekan," she says, in a 'prove-it' sort of voice. What did she just- ah. Very funny. Thank you for translating, ontomancy.

"You know, you're lucky I didn't turn that back around on you. Gorgeous as you are, it's a tempting prospect."

She ignores the come on and frowns. "Eurt thgis." Her hand emits a gray aura for just a moment as she glares at my general vicinity. "So you are immune to magic. Huh. You and Joshua Coldrake should do lunch."

"Okay, I know you're probably mad at me for trespassing, but I didn't know you were send-me-to-the-Dark-Tower mad at me," I give her a playful grimace.

The witch rolls her eyes at me. "I'm giving it some serious thought, seeing as you shouldn't be here and you still haven't explained why you are."

I hold up my hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. So, I'm very powerful, borderline reality warper-" not really borderline, "-and I figured I'd do a good deed or two while I've got these powers and I'm in this universe. Your logomancy, the talking backwards thing, it's a crutch, right?"

"I prefer the term 'concentration exercise'," she replies.

"A concentration exercise that you rely on. A crutch," I retort, and while it looks like she disagrees with me, she's not openly disputing it. "So. I might have a solution for you. I want to see this planet still around in the future, and not, you know, eaten by- I dunno, pick any random extradimensional tentacle monster- so I want to make you stronger. More powerful."

Make the idea appealing to her- "Too good to be true. Magic always takes its toll. What are you suggesting?"

"Ah, well… it's a bit embarrassing," I look down, as if embarrassed. "I have a means to enhance your power, but it's…" I purposefully trail off.

She narrows her eyes at me. "What?" Zatanna demands.

"It's… well, okay, you clearly find me attractive-" Don't think that requires warping reality further, I already gave myself a body that's somewhere between Jared Padalecki and Sebastian Stan, tall, muscular, meeting traditional standards of masculinity while also adding a personal touch of well-maintained shoulder-length brown hair, but just in case I'm not her type, I make a few adjustments. "-and I find you attractive as well."

She raises an eyebrow, as if challenging me. Hah. I could just make her a goddess with the snap of my fingers, but no, I want this to be fun. "My semen. By taking it on your flesh or in your body, your soul, your mystical potential, it'll grow ever so slightly with each load you take. I'd say it'd only take a few months of constant fucking before you were on Fate's level."

Zatanna stares at me for a moment, as if awestruck by my audacity, before she starts guffawing. "Ahhahaha, you've gotta be fucking kidding me. Come on! That's your line? Really?"

It's actually true. Thank you, ontomancy. I shrug. "Swear to God. I woke up in a parallel universe, magic powers, magic cum. Here. I'll drop the anti-scrying wards so that you can see it for yourself."

"Magic cum. Even John didn't try that," she shakes her head, muttering something, the gray aura reappearing. Oh, was that a scanning spell? Guess that makes sense. Her eyes widen. "Son of a bitch," she mutters. "You're actually telling the truth."

I pull her a little closer to me. "I'm offended you doubted me. Don't I just radiate sincerity?"

She lets the mystic glow fade away. "You've gotta admit, the magic cum thing isn't exactly the most believable thing I've ever heard."

"A woman on a team with an Amazon and an alien from a parallel universe-" Power Girl, there aren't any men on the Justice League in this timeline. Strange. Did I do that subconsciously? "-should learn to suspend her disbelief."

"Difference between being open-minded and being completely gullible," she counters. "So I think I can guess, but what do you get out of this deal- besides the obvious?" she rolls her eyes, adjusting herself into me. "What's the price? Obviously I get power, but what are you demanding in return?"

"It'd probably be a solid trade-off, but I want a bit more than that. The effect will fade, if not even entirely erase, if you ever sleep with another man, so you'll have to remain mine to keep the power. But you do need my power to better defend the Earth," I say. "You can't rely on your powers if they're crippled by laryngitis or a gag. Being my woman can make it so you never have to worry about your-" I do air quotes, "-'concentration exercises' again."

Grinning devilishly, I make another change. "Besides, you've never met a man who's made you more aroused than I do," I say, and the shift is almost instantaneous. She sucks in her breath, her legs squeezing together, her piercing blue eyes locking on to me. After just a few seconds, I can see her nipples poking through her top, and I actually lift my hand up as if to unbutton it, but I decide to wait. Just a little longer.

She squirms into me, tentatively placing her delicate hands on my chest, flattening her palms against my torso. "So. Are you interested in my offer?" I ask, erection straining against my pants.

"Well-dressed, handsome, magic cum-" her gaze flickers down to my growing bulge, "-evidently well-endowed, it's a difficult offer to refuse."

I lean in towards her, moving one hand to her nape, the other to her thigh, gently stroking up and down her silky fishnets. My lips inches away from hers, I stare her dead in the eyes. Feels like I've waited ages for this moment. "There's no going back from this, you know. After this, you're mine."

God, what a lustful expression on her face. "What are you waiting for?" she asks huskily.

I don't even bother responding, pulling her into me, softly pressing my lips into hers, starting with a pure, almost chaste kiss. It only takes a few gentle kisses before we both escalate, our lips lingering against one another, the taste of her strawberry lipstick inescapable. I give her lower lip a toothless bite, pulling it back playfully before releasing it abruptly, eliciting a gasp. She giggles a bit before I dive back in, meeting her with several deeper kisses.

Grabbing her by the waist, digging my fingers into her, giving myself a moment to feel her flesh, tantalizingly concealed by her shirt. Not slowing our lips' intertwinement, I lift her, moving her from my side to my lap. Zatanna- let's just call her Zee from here on out, we're close enough by now for that- obediently spreads her legs, resting her knees on the couch besides me. Her crotch teasingly grinds into mine, and that would be frustrating if it weren't so arousing. She shuffles a bit to make herself comfortable, gripping my shoulders for support.

She pushes me back! I find myself pressed against the couch, Zee taking advantage of my surprised gasp to force her tongue into my mouth. I welcome her intrusion, mashing my lips against hers, our tongues intermingling. Her tongue worms against mine, pressing it into the floor of my mouth. For my part, I don't even bother to resist, giving an occasional flick or two in response.

Zee relents after a short time, her tongue sliding out of my mouth with a lewd trail of saliva following, and I quickly retaliate, leaning up to meet her for another kiss, beads of saliva dripping down on both of us. My hands make their way down to her rear, and as our lips meet yet again, I massage her cheeks, relishing the feeling of my hands on an ass this perfect.

She moans throatily into my mouth as I squeeze, feeling her flesh, cruelly concealed by her leotard and fishnets, give way before my eager groping. My palms embed themselves in her ass as Zatanna pushes her tongue back into my mouth. This time, I try my best to match her enthusiasm, but I'm admittedly more than a little distracted by her assets, so she very much has the upper hand. Which, to be perfectly candid, is absolutely fine with me. There's almost nothing sexier than a woman this beautiful being this enthusiastically attracted to you. God, I can feel her tits pressing into my chest.

Finally, I close my lips down on her tongue, enjoying her surprised 'mpf!' for a split second, before I start gently sucking. Her tongue trapped in my mouth, I flick mine against hers teasingly, nestling our foreheads together, hands still possessively kneading her asscheeks. After a few moments of light sucking, I let her go free, the tongue still dangling in my mouth for a second or two before she pulls it out, letting it hang lewdly in midair. I grin dopily at her. "God, you're so sexy," I mutter, spreading her cheeks fondly.

"You're not bad yourself," she replies, and my smile widens a bit as I lean forward to give another kiss. I reluctantly tear a hand away from her ass to caress her chin, tilting her head to the left, exposing her neck. My fingers push her hair to the side as Zatanna eyes me expectantly. Not wanting to let her down, I plant a kiss on her newly revealed flesh, enjoying the way she shudders.

I breathe out a stream of hot air on her sensitive flesh, savoring her consequent lusty coos. "Mmm… I aim to please, you know," I tease, whispering into her ear. I give her earlobe a quick nibble before moving back down to her neck, a quick, soft ghost of a kiss following the motion. The next kisses are deeper, longer lasting. I'm making out with her flesh directly, a few kisses soft and fleeting, others that last longer, my lips lingering against her neck, tongue brushing against bare skin. I could get used to this.

But if I don't see her tits soon, I might explode. I reach for the shirt buttons closest to her neck, fumbling a bit in my excitement as I reveal more and more of her flesh. "I can-" she begins, but I interrupt her, shaking my head.

"No. I want to unwrap this present myself," I say, snapping open another button, at last exposing a bit of cleavage. Damn, you really can see her nipples poking through the fabric. Her breasts shudder as I tear open button after button. Can't be too hurried about this- ah. Whoops. Whatever. Finally, there we go! Still a few buttons left to go, but her breasts have finally slipped free.

Oh yes. I snap off the last button to let them have room to breathe now that they're finally unrestricted by her shirt. Zee smirks, barely paying any mind to the button as it flies off in some other direction. "Like what you see?"

They're inches away from my face! I don't even bother replying, instead partnering my hands with a corresponding breast. At this point, I'm not even thinking of her pleasure, it's just an automatic response, I see tits, I play with them. I spend a few moments kneading her breasts, hands pawing into them, in and out, clutch and release. She bites her lips, still smirking. "Hope you can do more than just squeeze my tits."

Oh, she wants to challenge me! "Your nipples, they're very sensitive, aren't they?" I ask rhetorically, thumbs tracing down her breasts until they reach her pink nubs, both already standing at full attention. I circle them teasingly as I await her response.

"Maybe for the right g-" As she responds, my thumbs and forefingers pinch gently on her sensitive nipples, rolling them between my two digits anticipatorily. Her eyes widen in surprise and the smirk vanishes in an instant, replaced by what I admit is a very satisfying shocked countenance. She closes her eyes as she tenses up, her sentence trailing off. "-aiahh!"

"Take that as a yes," I mutter, ever-so-softly flicking her left nipple with my thumb, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the sorceress. "You ever have a nipple orgasm, Zee?" She shakes her head. "My lucky day," I grin, giving her right nub one last rub before I lean in, extending my tongue.

I press the tip of my tongue near, but not on, her right nipple. Positioning myself by her areola, I begin moving a circular motion, careful to avoid her nipple, wanting her to anticipate this, to desire this, but to be denied it until I think her ready. My tongue circles her nipple sensually as I watch her face carefully. Zee's sucking in her lips, biting down on them in frustration, her eyes rolling up every time my tongue brushes against her nipples.

All the while, her other nipple is being subtly but continuously toyed with. Sometimes I'll roll it between my thumb and my forefinger, rubbing it tenderly. Or maybe… she makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan as I grab her left nipple and gently pull towards me, before guiding it back to its proper position. I build up a tempo, getting her used to it before I escalate further.

I drag my tongue down in one quick motion, flicking against her nipple as I do so, eliciting a soft, elated murmur from my partner. Obviously, I continue, bringing my tongue back up, its giving fleeting, teasing licks to her pink nub, and I can see her shoulders and neck tense up in response.

My tongue's tip presses into her nipple, swirling against it, toying with her. "That really is good," she mutters. I intensify my veneration, the body of my tongue joining the edge as I begin to fully lay into her. I grab her back for support as I worm my tongue against her nipple, enjoying the way Zee shudders and moans into me as I lewdly worship her.

Finally, I sheathe my tongue, leaning my head forward so that my face is pushed into her right breast, giving her nipple a soft kiss before opening my mouth wide and giving it a toothless bite. My lips come to a close around her areola, and I start sucking gently, looking Zatanna in her half-open eyes as I bring the nipple play to its logical conclusion.

"Ahhaah God," she groans as I purse my lips around her nipples, suckling tenderly with soft pulses of pressure. After a few moments of gentle sucking, I return my tongue to her attentive pink nipples, letting the tip nuzzle her nipple as a reintroduction, before giving way to a full embrace.

At this point, she just starts panting, and I don't let up, tongue undulating around one of her nipples, the other still receiving its due attention from my relentless digits. My tongue twists and turns around her, tasting my new sex toy for all she's worth, and I'm so caught up in revering her and her goddamn gorgeous body and these perfect fucking tits and nipples- I lose track of time, and I only barely notice a full-body shudder right as it happens.

"Ooooohooh fuuhuhuck! Oh- gaahaa!" she squeals deliriously. Her body tenses up as she writhes in the throes of orgasm, thrusting herself towards me as she digs her fingers into my shoulders for support. Her thighs clench together, her knees digging into my hips as her whole body squirms. Zatanna, probably unintentionally, grinds her pussy into my crotch, my already hard cock massaged for a moment by her covered womanhood. I don't dare stop sucking her nipples.

After a few moments, I let her go, reluctantly breaking the… let's call it a kiss, and stare into her eyes as she comes down from the orgasm. I can't help but glance at her nipples, one slickened and dripping with saliva, probably a bit sore from all of the attention. I quickly adjust reality so that it will always be a good sort of soreness. "I promised, didn't I?" I tease.

"Oh holy fuck," she replies, breasts dangling just beneath my face. She sticks her tongue out and licks her lips absent-mindedly. "Apparently you can do more than just squeeze," she says, breath a bit heavy.

Isn't that just an enormous ego boost. "Oh, I very much can," I reply, moving my hands to her waist, lifting her yet again, grinning at the way she yelps playfully in surprise. Standing up, I place her back down on the couch, swapping positions with her. "I should show you some of my other tricks. Like how good I am at eating pussy."

Her eyes widen in anticipation. She bites her lower lip, looking me over. "I'm not seeing what this has to do with you increasing my magical power," she teases, smirking unsteadily.

I laugh. "It doesn't. I just want to taste you. Is there a problem?" She wordlessly shakes her head. I kneel on the floor between her spread legs, giving her exposed breasts a lustful look as I stare up at her. "Get those clothes off before I tear them off."

"Threatening me with a good time? Not the most effecti-" she pauses in realization. "-I don't even know your name."

I grin at her. "I'm Joseph. I'm the man who's going to give you the time of your life, and who's going to make you his own. Nice to meet you."

She inhales lustily. "Enchanted," she replies, a low, husky tone to her voice. "Pirts dekan," she recites a familiar spell, her stage magician uniform disappearing in a flash of light, revealing her naked body, and I forget how to breathe for a moment. God. She even took away the fishnets- okay, I do admittedly prefer bare legs. But…

"Could you bring back the hat and bowtie?"

Zatanna rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "Ietwob, tah, teg kcab ereh," the garments return in the same sort of streak of golden light, I barely notice, so focused on her glistening pussy lips that I'd somehow missed entirely until literally just this second. "And yats tup. A man who appreciates accessories. Who would have guessed?" she muses aloud, idly fingering her nipple- oh, Jesus, that's sexy.

I run a hand over her thigh, smiling as she trembles at my touch, still a bit sensitive from her recent. My hand glides down towards her newly freed pussy, and I use that movement to generate suspense for the coming cunnilingus as I stare at her pussy, perfectly smooth and hairless, almost virginal in appearance. I spread her legs a bit wider, resting my head on her left thigh as I give her one last look in the eyes before I get to work. "Don't forget my highly refined palate," I joke, before immediately pressing my tongue against her unspread lips.

Starting at the lower end of the vulva, I keep the full mass of my tongue extended and pressed against her pussy lips, my taste buds happily lapping up her moistness, and I slowly bring it up, starting process slowly and steadily, away from the clitoris so as to build anticipation. I keep this pace going, tongue pressing against her entryway, running up and down steadily, my head bobbing up and down to ensure that my tongue doesn't get tired. I don't know if that's possible anymore, but I'd rather not find out.

Zee coos appreciatively, resting her head against the back of the couch, and when I glance up to see the look on her face, her mouth is hanging open, and her eyes are squeezed shut. So far so good, then. I keep lapping at her pussy, dragging my mouth along with my tongue so as to give her yet another pleasurable sensation.

I spread her labia a bit so as to cover more ground, going up and down, up and down, in repetitive, slow, predictable drags, pressing my tongue into her just enough to trigger a response, building up to something greater as I rake my tongue through her pink folds. I can't help but almost come to a pause sometimes while pulling this off, just inhaling her scent, the feminine musk radiating from her pussy.

Once I've established a routine, steady, firm licks up and down her vulva, I begin deviating. My tongue begins steadily moving north towards the clit, not yet at my final destination, but coming closer, and by the way Zee's shuddering, she knows it. I keep my hands busy, my right hand close by her thigh in case I need it, my left reaching around and fondling her round, firm ass.

After several moments migrating towards the clit, I begin to switch tactics, my tongue still glued to her sopping pussy, drinking in her juices. This time, however, I withdraw the brunt of my tongue, instead just pressing the tip in the area immediately near, but not on, her clit. Tender, almost rote, licks assail her, as I begin to work my way up to circling the clit directly.

Within a minute, that's exactly what I'm doing. My tongue worships her in a concentric pattern, surrounding her clit, sometimes, just barely, brushing up against it, but always keeping at a slight distance so as not to rush things. I occasionally spare a glance towards my lover. Zatanna's breaths are husky, lingering, tinged with a desire for a release yet to come, her body quivering as my tongue explores her. "Cuh- come on," she moans. "Mooorrree."

That's my cue. I drag my lips up towards her hood, pushing it back with my tongue so as to better expose her clit, before finally pressing the tip against her nub, not flicking it, careful as to provide her sensitive spot with the respect it deserves, instead just lightly brushing it, before pulling it back and repeating the motion. Soft, tentative licks steadily escalate, as her breathing grows noticeably heavier.

Let's take this a step further. Formerly fleeting licks intensify, as I begin to make love to her clit in earnest. My tongue latches on to her sweet spot, and I combine the motions of kneading and suckling. As I do so, Zee sucks in her breath, and I can feel the tensing of her thigh muscles growing more and more pronounced and frequent.

Finally, I wrap my lips around her clit's vicinity as opposed to merely lazily hovering over the area as before, tongue still lewdly kissing her, before I start to suck. Tongue wrapped around her clit, I begin to pull it towards me, working her gently but firmly, milking her with my mouth. "Ah- agh. Oh God," she groans.

I keep going. Her moans escalate, and after about a dozen more sucks, her entire body shakes. "Ah- ahaah! Fuuhuck! Oh- Oh Gahahad!" Her thighs convulse, clinging together, squeezing my head. The orgasm washes over her in waves, and I close my eyes instinctively as she involuntarily thrusts her crotch forward, rubbing into my nose and cheeks. I just barely manage to keep my tongue on the prize, not wanting to stop so as not to lessen her euphoria.

Zatanna comes down from the high after about half a minute of wailing and shaking, and once I feel her body come to a still, I slow my licking, releasing my liplock on her pussy, untangling my tongue from her clit. Rising, I rub a finger across my slickened lower face. Impressive trophy. "Enjoy yourself?" I tease.

She laboriously lifts her head from the couch back and stares at me for a solid moment, dazed. "You… you already know the answer to that question. You just want to hear me say it."

I grin. "Guilty."

Zee woozily smiles. "Hmph. Alright, I admit it. Best cunnilinguist I've ever had. Honestly and truly, cross my heart."

"Better," I reply, smile growing a bit foxlike. "But… you know… I never got to use my fingers. That's a little disappointing, you know."

Her jaw drops and her eyes narrow. "Yah- you're fucking kidding me."

I bite my lips as my eyes wander back to her glistening womanhood. "I can't get enough of your pussy. And the way your sexy body writhes and grinds whenever you cum. I wanna see you squirt."

"Oh God," she starts nibbling on one of her fingers, looking down at me with… I guess tired anticipation? "How are you going to find the energy to fuck me?"

"I'll think of something. You just stay comfortable."

I plant a soft kiss on her pussy, welcoming myself back, taking a second to breathe in her scent once more, before I extend my tongue and get back to work, long, luscious drags of the tongue up and down her folds, steadily working my way up. For several minutes, I just do my best to rebuild her arousal.

From there, I repeat the process I did before, losing myself in her folds, the feeling of using my tongue and mouth to worship such a gorgeous woman, knowing that she's all mine, knowing that I have full control over her pleasure, knowing that she belongs to me and me alone. When my tongue reaches the point where it's once again circling her clit,I lubricate one of my fingers with her juices. When I glance back down at my forefinger, it's visibly glistening. Perfect.

Spreading her labia a bit, I keep my tongue working her clitoral vicinity, all the while bringing the lubed finger to her entrance. I gently prod at her entrance, encouraging it to give way and grant me access, and with a bit of effort, I begin to push into her. She's so tight! I can't even imagine what she'll feel like wrapped around my cock.

I savor her coos at my forefinger claiming her, temporarily slowing my licks as I advance, making it halfway to the knuckle before withdrawing. I begin thrusting it into her (the motion resulting in a soft squelching noise) not even to give her pleasure, but just for the novelty of fingering Zatanna Zatara.

But I started doing this for a reason, and I had a desired end result. Now that my finger's comfortable inside her- as if there was any other option- I can find that g-spot. Ah. There it is. I shift my finger around until I match it with a more solid, ridged spot on her roof. I rub it softly with my finger, and Zee squeaks.

Well. Pretty clear path from here on out. Withdrawing most of my finger as it's no longer necessary to fulfill my interests, I begin massaging the area directly around her core, not wanting to rush into this. I carefully close in on her spot, angling my finger so that I'll be able to comfortably maintain the fingering.

Once I've gotten myself secured, I bring my attention back to her clit, slowly dragging my tongue across her sweet spot as before, the edge sliding across, teasing her, and I smile as I feel her shudder at the feeling. After giving her some time to adjust to the sensation, I move my forefinger closer to her g-spot until it's directly toying with it, moving back and forth in a 'come hither' motion.

Zee gasps, whining lustily as I begin to stimulate her core, finger curling in and out of her, and while I keep her insides excited, I intensify the pussy-eating, the body of my tongue pressing into her clit. My tongue swirls around her, swamping her and pressing down on her. After a few moments of that, I can hear her breathing intensify, feel muscles clenching as I rest my head on her thigh.

And so I wrap my lips around her clit and start sucking. My finger still massages her g-spot while I suckle her, and she whimpers lewdly, more frequently than before. She's close, just a little more- "Ahhh- ahhh Gaahahhadd! Fuhuuhuck!" I'm better prepared for her orgasm literally hitting me in the face this time, the way her legs squeeze together as if to crush my head, the way her lips purse together and her teeth clench, but even though I was expecting it, what still catches me off guard is the squirting.

A stream of pure, almost watery, liquid splashes out of her, hosing me in the face with her ejaculate. I close my eyes so as not to get them covered in ejaculate, letting the warm juices wash over my face. The spurts stop eventually, and I open my eyes to the view of a glistening pussy and an exhausted looking Zatanna. Withdrawing my finger, I rub a bit of ejaculate off of my eyelid with my free hand, before looking up at my partner. God, what a sexy fucking woman.

"Oh my God," she mutters. "You're… you're…" she trails off.

"About to fuck the best pussy on the planet? You're goddamn right," I say, my voice huskier and deeper than I thought it would be.

She moans, spreading her legs a bit. "Do it. Fuck me. Please."

I laugh and grab a hold of her thighs, lifting her into missionary position, legs spread to the side with knees in the air. Noting that I'm still wearing a suit (a bit wet on the upper torso, I belatedly realize), I render it into nonexistence with ontomancy, allowing my cock to swing free. Standing shakily, knees a bit sore from kneeling for… half an hour, maybe?... I grab a hold of my hardened cock, taking a step or two towards Zatanna.

I might have ordinarily gone with some foreplay here, teasing her a bit, but after so much of it already, I just want to be inside of her. I press my cock down at her entrance, sucking in my breath. Her juices welcome me, my cockhead soon covered in her as I grit my teeth, squeezing her thighs as I push into her.

God, she's so tight. Her pussy clenches around my cockhead as I nestle into her, head disappearing out of sight inside of her. Leverage established, I sink into her, closing my eyes as my cock descends into her, a slow, teasing process, her wet, tight, hot pussy welcoming me and caressing me at every turn, the entirety of my cock venerated by her as it claims her for its own.

At last, I claim her pussy for my own, my balls gently slapping against her ass as the hilt of my cock enters her. Oh Jesus, that's… borderline indescribable. Her walls squeeze gently on my cock, spasming around me. Without my powers, I probably would have came the second I was fully inside of her.

"Ah… that- that's good," Zatanna says, grinding her hips ever so slightly, making me shudder. There's a teasing look on her face as she sees my reaction. Oh, alright. I guess I'll have to teach her a lesson.

I psych myself up for the actual fucking by taking a deep breath, before steadily withdrawing, exposing my slickened cock to thin air once again… before diving right back in, my cock rejoining her pussy easier than before. Sliding in and out of my sorceress like this becomes a rhythm, cock pushing in and out of its position inside of her.

Once I have a routine established, I start going faster, our sex creating a lewd squelching sound as I piston in and out of her. Her body heaves as I fuck her, breasts jiggling, goosebumps lining her skin, nipples still erect, biting her lips. She's the epitome of sensuality.

Cock embedded inside of her, I stop thrusting, planting myself inside of Zee as I lean forward. One of her eyes opens a little wider as I lean in to kiss her, and she's caught off guard by the motion, so at first it's just me pressing my lips against hers. But she catches on pretty quickly, and starts responding to my affections, returning the kiss with gusto.

"Affectionate," she says, throatily, lips inches away from mine. My response is to shove my tongue into her mouth, which she eagerly welcomes, wrapping her lips around it and suckling gently. Remembering the fact that I'm inside of her (as if I could forget), I begin grinding into her, swiveling my hips, and the moan she makes in response is one of the sexiest things I've ever heard.

Our tongues meet once again as our bodies intertwine, and for a minute I lose myself in her. Reality ceases to exist as my cock grinds into the best pussy I've ever had, as I kiss the most gorgeous woman I've ever met, the increasingly faded taste of strawberry lipstick growing blessedly familiar. She wraps her legs around my back, pulling me into her, and I gladly comply.

As I push into her, I begin to note a part of her pussy, buried deep inside, that's firmer than the rest of her womanhood. It's more… solid. So that's her cervix. I'd had her so aroused, I hadn't even noticed its presence until just now. Each and every time I'd been hitting it, she gasps, out of… yes, pleasure. That's a relief when compared to the alternative. I'd assumed it was just me doing a good job, but this… opens new opportunities.

As my tongue explores her mouth, play-fighting with hers, my cock, embedded in her pussy, continues grinding into her. Unlike before, however, I specifically press against her cervix, repeatedly rubbing against her, internally smirking at the way she suddenly moans out whenever I press against it.

And so I keep going. My cock kisses her cervix with every firm but measured thrust, and her moans grow more pronounced, our kisses sloppier and more lingering as we lose ourselves in each other. At last, I notice her moans deepening, her legs clenching up, squeezing tighter around her back, her pussy, already massaging me, growing tighter and tighter.

"Yyyyezzzhhh! Fa- fa- fuhuhuck yezzh! A-oh Gaahad!" she squeals, thrashing against me, heels digging into the small of my back as her arms fumble around my shoulders, until she finally just gives in and pulls me in by my nape. I pull my tongue out of her mouth, instead just resting my forehead on hers as I keep grinding into her, savoring the feeling of her writing into me. God damn, could I get used to this.

It's at that moment I decide to cum. Buried to the hilt inside her pussy, I let loose a jet of semen, moaning out loud as I finally let myself have a release. My cock throbs inside of her as my seed fills her, and I spend a few seconds more inside of her before I slowly withdraw. As I do so, a series of rivulets of cum immediately follow, dripping out onto the couch. The cum fleeing her pussy forms a small puddle in between her legs, the depraved sight of the creampied witch momentarily captivating both of us.

"That was incredible," I say, sitting down next to her. This post-sex tiredness is something I could get rid of, but I don't necessarily want to lose touch with my humanity just yet. So for now, it's a welcome inconvenience.

Zatanna gives me an exhausted smile, and with the way her hair's messed up from our lovemaking, the sheen of sweat accumulated, her reddened skin, it's a heartstopping gesture. "You… Jesus, Joseph. No one… not John, not… no one ever made me cum four times in one day. Even when I used magic… fuck." She quiets down for a moment, staring into space.

I break the silence, wrapping my arms around her neck, warping reality to make her skin warm and cuddly as opposed to a little clammy. "My masculine ego is very happy to hear that," I reply. "What do you mean, 'used magic'?"

She laughs, before coughing, as if to cover it up. "Ah… you'd be surprised what you can come up with. It was a bit too effective."

I consider pressing her for details, but… no, she can tell me later. "So. You feeling the increase in magical potency yet?"

Zatanna considers the question for a moment. "Espmilg ym tnelat dna nercscid." Her eyes go blank for a moment, before she suddenly shakes her head as if trying to wake herself up. "Son of a bitch," she mutters. "And here I thought that might have just been a lame pick up line."

"No need to lie when you have magic cum," I shrug. How about… yeah, sure, why not. "So. You ready to try anal? I promise it'll feel as good as everything else, if not more."

She blinks, taken aback by the question. "You- you can't- no, stupid thing to say. Of course you're serious. You…" she pauses. "Well… you've earned it at this point."

I lean in, kissing her on the neck, brushing a bit of hair aside to do so. "I'll make sure it's the best anal experience you've ever had."

I help her stand, a few droplets of cum dripping out of her pussy as she rises, guiding her to the armrest of the couch, where she promptly bends over expectantly. Ontomancy, is this her- no, not her first anal. Didn't think so, I knew she'd had plenty of partners before me, was just curious.

She has a perfect, unblemished round ass. Her skin overall is a bit red and sweaty from our sex beforehand, but beyond that, you have what looks like an untouched, borderline virginal ass. Good enough to eat. And you know what? That's exactly what I'm going to do.

I kneel down behind her, taking a moment to squeeze her cheeks. I've done this before, but it's not exactly something you get tired of, and it wasn't from this angle anyway. I take some time to knead her flesh, getting no small amount of satisfaction from the fact that she's mine, and she'll always be mine, and that I'll get to enjoy this for the rest of time if I so choose. Waking up a reality warper in a DC Universe was the best thing that ever happened to me.

For a few moments, I'm enthralled by the side of my fingers digging into her flesh, the skin rippling with each solid grope, but I did promise Zatanna I'd give her a good time, and I can always do this later if I so choose. I want our first time together to be memorable for both of us, so… let's get licking.

I spread her cheeks, revealing her (of course) gorgeous asshole, slightly darker than the rest of the skin around her, but otherwise, just a mouthwateringly puckered hole ready for munching. I extend my tongue out, starting at her tiny taint, so small that the tip of my tongue can cover it in its entirety, before moving up to her asshole proper.

My tongue swirls around the creases of her anus, teasing her, occasionally flicking over the hole itself, winding its way closer and closer to her asshole. After a few moments, I'm circling her asshole itself, and Zatanna noticeably shudders at the sensation of my tongue repeatedly crossing over her anus.

I become a bit impatient, so rather than teasing her further, I just begin to worm my way into her asshole, drawing surprised grunts from my sorceress, as my tongue forces its way past her defenses, boring its way into her. Her sphincter protests my intrusion, but I aim to be shoving a lot more than just a tongue inside of her, so I ignore its dissent.

I try to swirl my tongue around inside of her, but it's far too tight to manage much. Maybe I need to take this up a notch. I withdraw my tongue, her asshole squeezing shut in its wake, before putting my forefinger back in my mouth- mm, still tastes like pussy- wetting it and lubing it up, suckling it for a few minutes, before I press it against her asshole.

She gasps, and her entire body quivers. "This won't hurt a bit," I promise her, warping reality to reinforce my decree. My fingertip pokes into her, and while her ass obscures my view, I can see her fingers digging into the couch cushions, out of… confusion at an unfamiliar feeling. Never been fingered like this before, my powers tell me.

I press on, jamming my finger in up to the knuckle after a few minutes work, before slowly pistoning in and out of her. God, I barely made it past her sphincter, and even now, it's squeezing down on my finger, trying but failing to crush it with each and every time I push into her. I can't wait to feel it wrapping around my cock.

With a bit more effort, and lewd moaning on Zatanna's part, I manage to shove in my middle digit as well, lewdly fingerfucking her tight ass, watching myself disappear inside of her. "Getting you ready, Zatanna," I tease. "Gonna be fucking this ass, but you're so tight. Gonna take some effort."

After a few moments of fingering, I extract myself, slapping her on the ass to signify the end of the foreplay, her flesh rippling invitingly. I grab the arm of the couch for support as I stand, cock fully erect, behind her. Her slickened asshole stares back at me as I put one hand on my cock and the other on her thigh for support. "Hope you're ready, Zee. 'Cause I'm about to fuck your tight ass."

"What are you waiting for?" she shoots back. Heh. Fair enough.

I position my cock at her asshole, poking my head into her entrance, the creased lines and ridges that make up her anus disappearing as I push inside of her. I can see her clenching up as my head presses into her. "Easy, baby. Just relax your muscles and let it happen," I say, in my best soothing voice.

She tilts her head towards me so that I can see her rolling her eyes. "You're not the one getting fucked in the ass," she retorts, but she closes her eyes and I can feel her muscles slackening. Granted leeway, I continue pushing forward, until the mushroom-tip vanishes into her ass. Zee sucks in her breath as I push past her opening in one fell swoop.

Both of us sort of simultaneously gasp at the feeling, for extremely different reasons. The tightness is almost unbearable. My cockhead's slipped past her ring, which is trying its level best to crush me. I'm not letting it win. I grab her by the hips, and aided a bit by gravity and sheer force, I begin pushing into her.

Inch by inch, my cock claims her for itself, pressing further and further into her. It takes a fair bit of dedicated grinding, but at last, my balls slap against her pussy, my cock buried to the hilt inside of Zatanna's ass. Once I make it past the sphincter, which angrily clenches down on my length, the rest of her interior is far more welcoming, massaging my cock tightly yet hospitably.

"Fuck, you're so big," she moans, smacking her fist into the couch cushions, before unclenching it and squeezing the velvet. God, that's hot. Sphincter squeezing down on my hilt, I pull back a few inches, before pressing them back into her.

After a few more thrusts like that, dominating her tight, round ass and making it mine, her body surrenders to me, pistoning in and out of Zatanna growing easier and easier. Having previously held herself in position with her arms, she's now simply opted to collapse onto the couch, belly on the armrest and legs mostly floating in midair, only held in position by my hands and cock. I have her completely at my mercy. Incredible.

Feeling empowered, I actually growl a little involuntarily, squeezing tight enough on Zee's hips to leave marks, thrusting in and out of her with increasing intensity. The way her walls squeeze down on me, the way her ring gives way the more force I apply, it drives me mad. I fuck her like an animal, only constrained by the tightness of her ass.

In and out, in and out, fingers digging into Zatanna's soft flesh, the sorceress moaning like a whore as my cock drives into her, eight inches of dick breaking new ground as I show her exactly who she belongs to. She'll never touch another cock in her life, and she'll never need to. My cock pistons in and out of her for an all-too-short eternity, as Zatanna's face rubs against the couch cushions, each thrust shaking her limp body, which by now is entirely under my control.

"Agh- oh God," she moans, her body quivering into mine, her walls squeezing against my length. "I'm abo-owwoooooo Gaahahaahd! Fah- fuhuhuck!" She convulses around me, the muscles in her anus spasming wildly, panickedly squeezing around my cock, and, with my cock fully embedded inside of her, writhes in the throes of orgasm.

It's at that moment I finally cum for the second time, cock throbbing inside ofthe witch, releasing a jet of cum that I can feel sloshing around my length. I remove myself from her after a moment, cock leaving her asshole coated in a sheen of slime and jizz. Exhaling softly, I relax my grip on her hips, wincing a bit at the red marks I've left behind. Hope she wasn't- no, she wasn't hurt. Thank you, ontomancy.

"That was… pretty incredible," I pat her ass gratefully. Zatanna takes a few moments to catch her breath, and graciously accepts my offered hand to help herself up. We both plop down on the couch, exhausted from our time together.

"I feel like a used fleshlight, but it was worth it," she sighs happily, resting her head against my shoulder tiredly. I laugh. "Five! And I'm not even that sore, either."

I raise my hands. "That's me. Reality warper."

She tilts her head towards me, frowning. "You're not-" I 'flicker' the coffee table in front of us from a darker brown, to purple, to a wavelength of visible light that previously didn't exist, and no longer does after I will it not to. "Fuck," she mutters, staring in disbelief at the now conventional table. "So that's how you do it."

I grin. "Pretty cool, huh? I've gotta give you my whole backstory sometime."

She just nods in response, rubbing her forehead. "Ideally when I'm not leaking," she jokes halfheartedly. "What now? Are you an expert cuddler, too?"

I give myself an instinctive knowledge of what she expects out of a cuddling partner. "Sure, but I wanted to try something else first. You ever given a blowjob before?"

Zatanna laughs, lifting her head off of my shoulder. "I should have figured. All the same, you men."

"I'd like to think I'm a cut above the rest."

She shrugs, cracking her neck as she does so. Stretching a bit, she lazily lifts herself off of the couch.

"There's an argument to be made," she smiles, eyes latched onto my cock. I am, as I always will be, very glad I adjusted her sexual preferences to make her more comfortable with this sort of thing.

The logomancer kneels before me, biting her lips seductively as she shuffles towards me, adjusting her position a bit, presumably for her own convenience. My cock is still fully erect, thanks to my remarkable powers, and judging by the look on her face, Zatanna appreciates it. She runs her hands along my thighs possessively as she crawls towards my cock.

"I've never wanted to get my hands on a cock this badly," she smirks, at last, wrapping her delicate hand around my length. She tenses her hand, as if teasing me, I think just to get a good grip on my erection. Her other hand joins in, and she starts gently stroking up and down my cock, sucking in her breath, eyes latched onto my cockhead.

This isn't a disinterested tugjob, this is a slow, sensual, reverent stroking session from a woman who finds me to be the handsomest man in the universe. "Fuck, now this is a cock," she bites her lips, deliberately turning her eyes from my cock to my face. God, I know she's only doing that for my benefit, but it's just so damned effective with her voice and the way she inhales willfully after finishing her sentence- gah!

She maintains eye contact while she leans forward to plant a soft kiss on the underside of my cockhead, lips lingering for a few seconds before an audible smack announces her departure. Lasting pecks morph into long, savoring kisses, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock for tantalizingly short yet eternal periods of time.

Finally, she wraps her lips around my cockhead, squeezing them shut so as not to let anything escape, and begins bobbing her head up and down, only going down by a few inches, but the sensation of her warm, wet lips guiding my cock into the hot, moist cavern that is Zatanna's mouth is indescribable- ah! Fuck! She's using her tongue!

It… it doesn't feel as good as fucking, obviously, but the comparative loss of control, the fact that I've allowed myself to be at her mercy- that drives me absolutely insane. And now her tongue is swirling around my cockhead, coaxing out and then slurping up bits of precum- and God, I think I'll just sink into the couch and allow myself to enjoy this.

Her blowjob pushes down an inch past my cockhead, tongue coiling its way along, the leftover bits of slime and cum from our sex eagerly taken in by the best goddamn fellatrix on the planet. She moans lewdly around my cock, the ensuing vibrations having a knock-on effect on the rest of my body.

Focused on the task at hand, she absent-mindedly brushes a bit of hair out of her face and behind her ear, swallowing my length methodically but adoringly. Halfway down my length, she pulls herself back up, lips dragging up my cock all the way, releasing her lips from my cock with a lecherous popping sound. "Fuck, you really do have one hell of a cock," she says quickly, out of breath, running her hands up and down my erection, mixing her spit and the existing juices together as she does so.

As she girds her metaphorical loins for her return trip, she takes long, dragging licks up and down my length, idle slurps cleaning off my cock as she drinks in our juices. When she's satisfied, she kisses her way up my length, open-mouthed, wet things that are almost always gone too soon.

But then her mouth wraps around my cockhead again and she begins pressing down, and I forget every single complaint I might have even considered. Zatanna takes half of my length like a champ, and I can feel my cock poking at her throat as she inhales through her nose, before pushing her head forward.

I sigh, loudly, as my cock penetrates her throat, and God, the tightness! She moves her lips down until her nose tickles my crotch, balls slapping against her chin, before she withdraws in one solid motion, gasping for breath. Her spit drips off of my cock and onto my balls, a thin sheen of her saliva dangling in mid air between her mouth and my length, and she opens and closes her mouth quickly, as if shocked by her own motion. "Fuck," she mutters.

Eyes not leaving my erection, she goes for it again, returning my cock to her throat, but this time, she's ready for the intensity of it all, her lips wrapping around the hilt, her throat involuntarily squeezing around my length. Her eyes water a little as she has trouble breathing, but she sticks to it, tongue cautiously roaming around my length as she struggles to adjust.

I can feel the air shift as she breathes through her nose, only an inch or two away from my crotch, steadily growing used to the log down her throat. After a while, Zee begins to constrict her throat around my cock, contracting around my length. Her tongue struggles to find a position in which to work from, and settles for rubbing along my underside. I barely notice, what with her throat trying its best to milk out my cum.

Zatanna then begins to bob her head up and down laboriously, closing her eyes as she does so so as to concentrate, throating my cock. She releases her throat's vise grip on my cock only to reclaim it seconds later, the momentary reprieve making the tightness of her throat all the more effective.

Oh fuck it, I'm not holding it in any more. "I'm gonna-" I stop abruptly there, my cum erupting from my cock in a solid stream, straight down Zatanna's throat, whose eyes widen in surprise as I pull myself out of her, her tongue following my length, droplets of jizz pouring out with my sudden exit. My cum, still launching out, splatters the sorceress' general vicinity, most of it winding up on her face or chest, some wilder drops landing in the brim of her top hat.

She closes her eyes as my cum paints her face, moving quickly to stroke my cock so as to coax out those last few drops of semen, white splotches coating her. Her lips flick out to take in a droplet that formed near her mouth, Zatanna having evidently already swallowed what came down her throat.

"Holy shit," I mutter, staring down at my sorceress. "That was incredible."

She shrugs endearingly, giving me a knowing (if teasing) look. "It was pretty good for me, too," she says, idly running a fingertip along her cheek, drinking in another glob of cum. Depraved, but oddly attractive. Probably because it's Zatanna.

The logomancer rises and takes a seat to my right, and I snake my arm around her naked body, pulling her in by her waist as she rests her head on my shoulder. Hell, I think I need some time to absorb the past couple of hours, get over the shock of it all. It's tempting to rejuvenate both of us and go in for another session, but, with any luck, Zatanna and I will be spending quite some time together, so I don't see the point in rushing.

Hell, this moment of rest gives me the opportunity to think of which DCU girl I'll be taking next.

Author's Notes: First story on Questionable Questing. I'll be posting an update to this sometime within the next 24 hours.

Hope you guys enjoy it! I'm relatively inexperienced at writing smut, but I've written a fair bit for private use, and decided it was time to make it public here on QQ, and for the time being, QQ alone. Feel free to leave whatever questions, specific comments, or idle thoughts you may have.

(Next chapter is considerably dommier than this one, if you were put off by the cuddliness of it or something. Going to try and keep a mix of the two in the various updates of this series.)

Don't expect me to keep up a consistent schedule or anything, but you'll be seeing a fair amount of stories from me in the coming months, hopefully. I'm not taking commissions yet, but I might once I dip my toes in the water. Requests in the vein of what I normally post will be considered but aren't guaranteed. I'll make a thread for one-shots and the like eventually.