A Lovely Assistant

“Zatanna?”

The mistress of magic was snapped out of her gawking by you calling her name. “Um... I’m sorry but I need your help here,” you said sheepishly.

“My help?” She was confused. Still in shock.

“I can’t… get out of my pants,” you said, offering your bandages as explanation.

The magician set her jaw.

“What?” she spat, understanding the implication but still not fully onboard with the truth of this mission.

“I’m her donor,” you tried now. “I’ve been… tasked with Wonder Woman’s treatment. I can help her recover from... this-” you gestured to the woman nuzzling your crotch “-But I need help first. I’m sorry, I really am. I wouldn’t normally ask but my hands...”

To you it felt like an agonizingly long time before Zatanna was able to accept the reality of what was going on and what needed to happen. To her credit she did straighten and switched from a terrified, disgusted expression to a determined one. She pursed her lips and assessed your wardrobe situation with a glance. She gave you a nod.

“Stnap esoht piznu,” she incanted, and you thought you felt something pull at the seam of your pants but it turned to only be Wonder Woman’s chin. “Damn it… your clothes have some kind of magical warding,” Zatanna realised, clicking her tongue.

She sighed and stepped closer. Neither of you said anything, only Wonder Woman making her little horny murmurs, as Zatanna reached for your belt buckle. Sensing competition, the Amazon raised her head, saw the white gloved hand and batted it away with her own. “Hey!” Zatanna snapped, holding her wrist from shock rather than injury.

“Diana it’s okay,” you assured the pouting brunette clinging to your pant legs. “Zatanna’s just trying to... help you get what you want.”

Hearing this did seem to settle Wonder Woman down. She shook her head a little, perhaps clearing some of the fog momentarily, and looked up at Zatanna.

“I’m sorry…” she said quietly, then sat back a little, seating herself on her knees. The magician saw the calmer hero and was relieved, if still a little bit disturbed. Both you and Diana watched Zatanna unbuckle your belt, undo the top button at the top, then pinch the zipper between a thumb and forefinger. Though she was using her gloved hand you knew she could feel the heat emanating from your straining bulge, and as she slowly drew the zipper down. The strength of your erection was all the pressure needed to open the front of your pants.

“Yes… yes…” Wonder Woman whispered, rocking slightly in anticipation. She saw the wet patch of precum in your underwear, probably able to smell it with her keen senses. You caught Zatanna frowning, obviously wishing she wasn’t here, face to face with the obscene outline of your hard cock under that thin grey fabric. But she was a trooper, and, still only using her gloved hand, took hold of the elastic waistband of your underwear. Just the feeling of the material being pulled down the shaft of your cock felt amazing. Zatanna tried not look as she revealed you, turning her head. Finally your dick sprang free, brushing the soft silk fingers of Zatanna’s gloves and she snatched her hand away with a yelp.

You couldn’t decide what was better, having your engorged erection out in the cool air, or the look of absolute joy on Wonder Woman’s face when she saw it. And then something happened, as if finally getting an eyeful of your manhood flicked a switch in the Princess of Themyscira.