[Three Hours Later]

Zatanna fell onto her bed as she let the spell drop her. That pink energy dissipated and she rolled onto her back, her slick purple dildo slipping out of her quivering pussy. She groped blindly for the dong, her fingers managing to grip it by the fake balls and she pulled it up to herself. It flopped wetly between her tits, dripping with her juices, before getting dragging up to her mouth. The magician tasted herself on its bulbous tip, moaning and shoving more in and stretching her lips.

Her other hand went back down to frig herself, her sensitive mound still tingling from the last orgasm which would have been number… well she lost count about a dozen climaxes ago. She wanted a real cock so badly… to have hot meat in her mouth… to have it spill its load down her throat. She squeezed her thighs together as the thought sizzled up her spine and she came just a little again, her body seizing tightly, shoulders and elbows locking, sore muscles tensing. She groaned, the silicone cock falling from her lips as she gasped for air, exhausted and still not fully satisfied. Her body needed to cum more… her mind cried out for more pleasure.

She barely knew what time it was...only that she was losing track of it. Another spell then, she decided, sitting up weakly and resting her bare back onto the cool headboard. She took a deep breath, a sip of water from a bottle floating above her, then fingered the air. She conjured a form into existence from nothing. Well not exactly from nothing. It was from her memory… a very recent one that she had replayed oh so many times tonight. The figure solidifying in the air in front of her was Wonder Woman’s. The mirage had a physicality to it, the sorceress could give it solidity, and warmth. Make its touch soft like skin. She sculpted an exact replica of the Amazon warrior with magic, now hovering above her completely naked save for the tiara and forearm bracers. Zatanna had to guess at what Diana’s more private parts looked like, but the rest of her was quite easy to replicate with how ‘exposed’ her actual costume was.

She smiled at the temporary creation. Its appearance was absolutely lifelike, almost indistinguishable from the real thing aside from the magical pinkish tinge to her entire form. Yes Zatanna had just conjured up herself a magical Wonder Woman sex doll. She let it float down onto her, a lustful sigh escaping her lips as the Amazon wrapped strong solid arms around her, muscular body against hers. It wasn’t exactly like holding a real person of course, it was just a magical construct without thought or life, but the weight and warmth were convincing enough and she was so horny for another’s touch this was exactly what she needed.

She kissed Wonder Woman’s neck, then made her puppet do the same, and giggled at the thought and how ridiculously obscene this whole thing was. But in the privacy of her own bedroom she didn’t much care. She gasped, feeling Wonder Woman’s fingers now stroking her moist, tender pussy lips.

“Diana…” she sighed. “Fuck me…” And those fingers slid inside. Zatanna raised her knees and the pink Amazon adjusted her leverage. Soon the magician was being held in Wonder Woman’s arms while getting expertly fingered. “Ohh fuck… fuck… Wonder Woman…” she moaned, grasping onto the princess’s tits, and the proxy did the same to Zatanna. Such strength and power and tenderness and feminity … so perfect. The magician looked into those eyes, the same eyes she saw when the hero looking up at Doctor Doe in that memory. “Fuckfuckfuck…” She came again, bodily, cunt clamping around those relentless fingers still pressing up into her walls. “Yes! AHNNG! YES! FUCK!”

Her ears rang and she felt the ache in her sagging shoulders. Her breathing remained ragged as Wonder Woman laid her down flat onto the bed. Gentle, but gazing down lustfully at her still. The woman was so perfect… almost, Zatanna mused. The sorceress, in heat and insatiable, wiggled her fingers and made an adjustment to her wondrous warrior woman sex doll. There was a twinkle in the air and she grinned at her brilliant idea. Diana looked down at her perfect body, now sporting a perfect cock between her legs where a pussy had once been. Zatanna smiled at her new addition. That cock was indeed an exact replica too. It was Doctor Doe’s, one that she knew would undoubtedly haunt her dreams for many nights to come. She could barely wait, urging the magical warrior construct to straddle her chest and present its cock for servicing.

“Oh your balls are heavy and full of cum aren’t they?” she asked the smiling doll. Zatanna held the throbbing member and kissed it. The magic made it as warm and as real as it could be, though it still wasn’t exactly like the genuine thing. It had to do, and with her imagination running so wild she could definitely make it work. She worked the tip, wrapping her lips around the bulging crown. Wonder Woman gasped at Zatanna’s attention, although the reaction was little more than puppet pageantry. But the magician could go with it. She used to play with dolls as a girl so this wasn’t all that different. Only the dolls were now anatomically correct. Or had anatomy anyway.

She took more of that big hot cock into her mouth, saliva waterfalling from her mouth. Her months of training herself on her own toys was paying off. She knew to lubricate the shaft and her mouth in preparation. She slobbered on that phantom dick, pushed herself deeper as she worked her tongue around its girth. When the fat head of the cock reached the top her throat she didn’t even blink. She eased it further, opening her jaws, growing ever more aroused as that fauxmeat filled her airways. Her nose pressed into the warrior’s pelvis and Zatanna trembled, her throat stuffed, now completely deepthroating the magical cock. A couple seconds and she had to pull herself away, thick strings of spittle flying out of her mouth and that hard cock.

“Hahc!” she half laughed, half hiccuped, brushing at her dripping chin. She rushed back to the cock, swallowing it whole, throating it again. It throbbed and she held, then spat it out with another triumphant, spluttering wheeze. The magician kept at it another half dozen times, holding her breath and that cock in her throat longer each time.

Then she switched gears, commanding Wonder Woman to start slowly thrusting as she sucked her off. She was making her mouth into a fuck hole, and despite her aching body and sore jaw, she was feeling heated all over. It was so good to be used… even if it was just roleplaying with herself. The glucking sound of that spit soaked cock echoed in her head and she just kept of drool for more. She made it fuck her face. Use her throat. But no matter how much she **** ‘pleasure’ into the doll it wouldn’t actually cum for her. Not really. Zatanna mashed her face into Wonder Woman’s crotch for a long while, revelling in that suffocating sensation for a time… then released herself before she started to black out.

That was enough of that, she thought, laying back onto the bed. She needed to be fucked again. The puppet moved on top of her, that pendulous cock swinging into place between her legs. No teasing or preamble was needed. Zatanna speared herself with that wonderous wang and groaned to feel it fill her. She wrapped her arms around the strong hero, her weight and overbearing heat so convincing. Then it started to fuck her, sawing the cock in and out of her sopping, needy cunt at just the right angles. “Don’t stop.. Don’t stop… don’t stop…” she urged, squinting up into Wonder Woman’s inscrutable gaze though her own blurring vision. The way the magical cock stretched her and throb against her tight walls working a treat. “Don’tstop! Don’tstop! FUCK!NNNN”

She came, wet and hard, bucking up against the still thrusting Wonder Woman who wouldn’t stop until commanded to. Zatanna howled in delight, her pulsing cunt continually jammed by that thick meaty magic. This was what she needed. In the back of her mind the magician knew this wouldn’t really be enough though, in the end.

The night would go on for a couple more hours yet, Zatanna making the doll pound her until she eventually passed out from euphoric exhaustion. At least her mind would be a little clearer when she awoke. And hopefully she could make some better decisions…