Wonder Woman: Spellbound

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Part Seven

If enjoying Diana in bed was heavenly, then enjoying Zatanna was magical. If only because Mark had the pleasure of bedding two of her. 

Tasting the witch’s sweet flesh while a magical duplicate of herself tasted him in turn was a unique experience to say the least. But then she decided it’d be fun to double-team his weeping cock. Two skilled and agile tongues dancing in tandem along his shaft were more than enough to send his balls churning.

The two Zatannas took little time driving him to the brink. The two witches were quick to coax out offerings of his seed. Twice now had they brought Mark to the peak of pleasure, using nothing but their hands and skilled tongues. A sticky load down one’s throat, then another splattering over the other’s teardrop breasts - which her double then promptly licked up. But thanks to Zatanna’s magical gifts, the mortal felt nowhere near tired.

Because when Mark Messner the mortal man showed even the slightest signs of fatigue, the kinky witch only had to speak a simple spell to bring him and his cock right back into fighting shape.

“Erotser animats!” Zatanna chanted.

Mark felt the effects of her magic instantly. His whole body seemed to light up with energy and vigor, his bones, his muscles, his blood, all feeling rejuvenated. Hell, Mark felt like he could run a marathon. Or Two! As for his cock… 

The wilting, weeping member twitched once and then sprang right back to full hardness, throbbing triumphantly against the open air. Eager for another taste of Zatanna’s sweet, womanly flesh.

Mark could only utter a single word.

“Woah.”

Above him, the two Zatanna’s broke into giggling fits. Mark supposed that seeing the hapless mortal in shock at their magic was amusing. But there was excitement too in their eyes, a wicked glee at getting to use their spells for fun rather than crime-fighting. Mark felt his chest swell with heat and purpose. The Mistress of Magic had been kind enough to give him a private show. It’d be downright rude not to show his appreciation. Especially if she was so willing to provide him a vigorous boost.

He sat up, breathing deep. His whole body felt electric, thrumming with energy and might. And he was going to use every bit of it making the beautiful witch - and her double - scream.

With his cock firm like an iron rod and his heart hammering like thunder in his chest, Mark advanced on both pale beauties. Her eyes lit up - both pairs shining a bright, alluring blue. Zatanna was anything but hesitant - how could she be after sucking down his load like it was sweet honey? No, she seemed delighted

“Come on, handsome. Show us what you’ve got!” One of the Zatanna’s goaded him, wearing a devilish smirk.

“You do this for all the volunteers from the audience?” Mark barbed, his voice coming out a deep, rumbling growl. 

“Consider this the VIP treatment.” The other Zatanna answered low and sultry. She reached out to run her hand over his shoulder and the muscles of his back. Her touch was hot but soft, driving him that much crazier.

He darted forward, stealing a kiss from Zatanna - he didn’t particularly care which one it was. Mark needed to touch her, to have her. He savored the softness of her lips, the warmth and wetness of her tongue. Then he pulled back, his hands taking hold of her waist. He urged her to turn away, setting her on her hands and knees before him - revealing her supple, pale ass to his hungry eyes.

Perfectly formed swells of milky white, nice and pert and mouthwatering. Mark gave a low, quiet groan. His hand shot out and slapped it. Zatanna sucked in a sharp gasp, flinching under the sting of his touch… but her voice soothed into a sweet moan. Mark then caught a shiver roll down her naked back. The mortal man smirked, wickedly pleased.

He reached out and palmed the reddened cheek, feeling a dark, primal joy at the feeling of her soft flesh under his fingers. Zatanna’s blood ran hot - as hot as his own. He could feel it as he groped her and it was setting his blood boiling in his veins.

Taking his throbbing length by the base, he prodded himself against her dripping cunt, teasing her to the point where needy whines poured from her lips. Then he entered her, sinking his cock inside her silken lips nice and slow. With his other hand, Mark held her by the waist. He watched himself dive inside her, inch after inch, feeling his prick bathe in the heat and the unbearable softness. 

All the while, Zatanna moaned deliciously… until those sweet sounds were silenced by her own double. Mark’s cock twitched maddeningly at the sight - the two Zatanna’s locking lips and trading tongues while he skewered one’s soaking pussy with his fat cock. It was no soft, delicate kiss that Zatanna shared with her magic duplicate. It was deep, smoldering, and fierce. And it was more than enough to set Mark off like a rutting hound.

So rut he did. He urged his hips forward, slapping against Zatanna’s perfect buttocks. They quaked deliciously from the impact - and the witch herself squealed into the other’s mouth. Mark didn’t give her the chance to settle. Feeling primal desire blaze within, he drew back… and pitched forward again, driving his cock deep. Enough to make the Zatanna he was fucking break her kiss to shriek. Mark could feel her cunt clench around him, her whole body shuddering under his looming mass.

Mark’s cock throbbed painfully. His body, his blood, his bones, they demanded he keep going. So he did.

He started to fuck. And he fucked ferociously.

It was a curious evening that Zatanna was having. She was quite literally watching herself get fucked. And dear lord was she getting fucked hard. 

Mark Messner, the mortal man Wonder Woman had taken as her lover, was making a valiant showing of his prowess. His lean, chiseled body worked like a machine, his hips surging back and forth with shocking ferocity - hammering his thick, veiny manhood into her double’s soaking cunt. Like a piston his prick punched into her tight pink, staking his carnal claim over her body.

Zatanna watched, mesmerized and breathless. She could even feel the sensations - or at least the ghosts of them. Faint tingles of white hot bliss, the leftover embers carrying over from the pounding her duplicate was receiving. Zatanna felt a twinge in her lower belly, her silken folds yearning for a cock that wasn’t there - but also was at the same time.

The young, beautiful witch sighed softly, committing the sight before her to memory. It wasn’t everyday she was afforded the chance to be this kinky, after all. She drew her eyes over the joining of man and magic womanhood, admiring how she herself looked getting fucked from behind. 

Witnessing herself getting manhandled was exciting, Zatanna discovered to her own shock. Seeing Mark take a firm grip upon her hip and the back of her neck, holding her tight while he plundered her pussy, it gave Zatanna a thrill she had never felt before. A naughty delight in knowing that her beauty could drive a man to such a beastly state.

Mark’s fat cock was filling her up. He was fucking her hard and fast, rutting into her splendid body like a snarling bull. The squeals and screams ripping forth from her double’s throat were proof of the man’s dominion. Zatanna knew then just why Diana had bothered with this mortal man.

“Oh, fuck… you’re so deep!” Zatanna heard her magical double whine. Her mirror image reached back to paw desperately at Mark’s waist - not to try and get him to ease up, but rather to try and force him deeper.

Zatanna gave a tiny coo, crawling upon the large bed towards the joining pair. She drew her eyes slowly over the two of them, admiring the beauty of their nude bodies working in carnal tandem. For Mark it was his firm muscle shifting and tensing under his glistening, bronzed skin. For Zatanna herself, it was her softness, the lush, opulent curves of her breasts, her hips, her ass - all quaking and rippling under the intensity of the man’s thrusts. Zatanna was captivated by the display.

So too was she mesmerized by her own lovely, fair complexion, her skin so smooth and light like porcelain - save for the dark pink flush of course. The result of Mark’s vigorous efforts to sate his lusts upon her.

Zatanna reached out and cupped her double by the chin, lifting the poor thing’s face so she could look herself in the eye. She found her double’s gaze clouded, glazed over with exhausted lust. And thanks to their magical connection, Zatanna found herself too short of breath.

“How does it feel?” She asked herself.

Her double managed to give a weak laugh - only for Mark to force a squeal in its place as he slapped his palm onto her full moon ass. Even Zatanna flinched at the barbaric strike - but she admired her own quaking booty all the same.

“You know how it feels.” Zatanna’s duplicate answered, letting out a shuddering huff. Behind her, Mark grunted as he upped the pace of his thrusts. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled his living room.

Zatanna breathed in. She listened to the carnal music. Then a small smile broke across her face. She leaned closer to her double, their noses brushing together. She closed the distance, stealing another kiss. Softer this time. More affectionate. Her lips tasted sweet, Zatanna noted.

Like cherries.

“Yes, but we want to hear you say it.” Zatanna whispered to her double. She gave herself a small peck on the lips, swiping teasingly with her tongue. Then she pulled back to watch… only to feel a pair of arms slide around her waist from behind. At first Zatanna jumped in shock, but she quickly remembered that this lewd performance had an audience.

“Yes. Tell us.” Diana Prince insisted, humming low and sweet into Zatanna’s ear as she cradled the witch from behind. “How does my Mark fare as a lover?”

Zatanna squirmed in the Amazonian’s arms, shivering as she felt the woman’s proud breasts against her bare back. 

Oh. She must have gotten naked.

“He’s… he’s splitting me apart!” Zatanna’s double answered for the both of them, her voice strained and heavy with pure feeling. “But he’s… so good! Oh, God-!”

Diana gave only a pleased hum, planting a small kiss to the side of Zatanna’s neck. Then another, this time with her lips lingering. Pleasant, warm affection feathered over the witch’s bare skin. Rising higher and higher until the Amazon was kissing at the corner of her mouth.

Zatanna shivered excitedly - nervously, too. This was Wonder Woman, for God’s sake. It was one thing to fuck the woman’s boyfriend, but the Princess herself?

The young witch didn’t get the chance to dwell on those intrusive thoughts. Diana took her by the chin and forced a deep kiss upon her. Zatanna moaned in shock… then in pleasure. Diana’s tongue slid into her mouth, exploring, dominating. Zatanna’s tongue dueled in turn, but it was only a token resistance. Against an Amazon, there was only one way it could end. Not that Zatanna minded…

Diana’s arms coiled tighter around Zatanna’s waist, drawing the witch deeper into her indomitable embrace. The heat of their bodies mingled together, bringing forth delight as Zatanna surrendered to the Amazon’s gentle touch. 

The Princess dragged them both down to the bed, joining Mark and his hot witch fucktoy in their carnal joining. Flesh met flesh, becoming one - a writhing, shuddering mass of bliss and pleasure.

Moans, screams, whimpers, and grunts filled the air. They were cries of abandon and challenge, the natural music of lovemaking. Rising and rising until they crescendoed into an earsplitting climax. Four beings crying out as one.

It was a beautiful end. But not the end. Zatanna knew even then that the Amazon and her lover would not be so easily sated.

This had only been round one.