After She Reveals Her Name

"Name first," Zatanna insisted.

The demon hesitated. Took a deep breath, which strained her bonds...and then let out a long, slow sigh.

"Egirud Ara Dumu-imin-ĝíri-dug-diš-gù," she said, sounding out each syllable carefully.

"What's that mean?" Lois asked, curious.

"In old Sumerian, it translates to something like 'Demon Princess Blaze Born-of-Seven-Thunders-Spoken-With-One-Voice." The red-skinned dickgirl said.

Lois blinked. "That's a mouthful. I'm just going to call you 'Princess.'"

The demon frowned. Zatanna, however had closed her eyes, lips moving. When her eyes opened the look on her face was of utmost concentration, and the words that came from her lips were spoken carefully, each syllable enunciated clearly and with the expert skill of an actor who has memorized their...and the words seemed to roll and fill every corner of the apartment.

".eb ti etom oS .noitcani ro noitca ,retaw ro erif yb ,srehto mrah ot elbanu ,yad a dna raey a rof epacse ot elbanu ,sllaw eseht nihtiw sselrewoP .ti nihtiw evom ot eerf era uoy hguoht ,tnemtrapa siht ot eeht dnib I ,ùg-šid-gud-iríĝ-nimi-umuD arA durigE ,eman eurt ruoy yB"

With the final word, Blaze's bonds loosened, and Zatanna slumped forward, almost falling. Lois rushed to her side to prop her up , and half-dragged the witch to a waiting chair.

The demonic dickgirl rubbed her wrists. "It will pass. Logomancy is the most difficult of the magical arts, such a long and specific enchantment is draining. Excellent work, however. Pour her a glass of wine, and by the time we're done fucking, she'll be ready to go."

All of which made too much sense for Lois not to do. She poured the glass of wine and almost shoved it into Zatanna's hand. The witch brought it up to her lips gratefully.

"So you're really stuck here, Princess?" Lois asked. The demon was now sitting cross-legged on the bed, stretching her muscles, which roiled beneath her skin like an artist's model. utterly unperturbed at her nudity, cock rigid.

"For as long as her magic lasts. If I even try to leave this apartment, I will be unmade." The demon turned those white eyes on Lois curiously. "Now then...roomie...how would you like to fuck?"

"Go on," Zatanna said, leaning back in the chair. From that angle, she could watch the action on the bed, and Lois noticed that one white-gloved hand was rubbing at the witch's crotch. "I'd like to watch."

"Well, if it's up to me..." Lois said, then gave a wicked grin. "Let's give her a show."