Epilogue: Starring Zatanna

They went to Hoover Dam. Ate dinner at the Palace. Caught a show.

Zatanna Zatara strode on stage in her fishnets and heels, smiling, tophat cocked at a rakish angle, the tails of her topcoat not hiding her pert little ass. Lois Lane was drinking a Perrier; Angie had told her it wasn't a good idea to drink any **** "for the sake of the baby."

Which was fine for Lois. She leaned back in the booth, her hand resting on her wife's thigh, watching the show. Elephants appeared and disappeared, flaming swords fell, bullets were caught and spit back. It was that kind of show, illusions so convincing that Lois couldn't tell which were done with skilled sleight-of-hand and tricks, and which could be...real magic. The sorceress, for her part, leaned into the act but assured her viewers that these were just illusions, that there was no such thing as magic...

Lois Lane's hand slid up, under Angelica's skirt. The angel gulped but said nothing as the reporter's hand slid over her panties to cup those warm, hairless balls...to feel the hardening shaft.

"Darling," Angie Blaze Lane whispered. "We really shouldn't fornicate in public."

"We're not fornicating," Lois shot back as she began to rub the shaft into life. "We're married. Can't fornicate when you're married. Well known fact. I'm thirsty and I'm going to suck your dick."

The angel got slightly flustered at this...but didn't move as Lois ducked under the tablecloth. In the tight space, the reporter licked her lips. She had dragged her wife into a specialist lingerie store that sold panties for transwomen and crossdressers. The kind with a little sleeve for the cock to hang out of, dainty with white lace or pink ribbons. Lois saw with satisfaction that her familiar friend was rock hard now. She had just gotten the head in her mouth when she heard the applause as Zatanna finished up her show. Fortunately, the house lights would stay down, and Lois could get her creamy load in peace...

"Blaze," Zatanna's voice came from the far end of the table. "I'm surprised to see you here."

The dickgirl stiffened...not her cock, which was rigid as rebar, but the rest of her body went tense.

"Zatanna," the angel said. "Lovely to see you again. I really enjoyed the show. Never saw anyone actually do the Indian rope trick before."

"Whatever you're up to, Blaze, I'm going to put an end to it," the witch's voice was low and threatening. Lois **** her head down further, a tingle of excitement through her body. It was so wrong, doing this when someone might catch them...but that was why she loved it.

Obviously, Zatanna must have surveyed the table, seen Lois Lane's drink.

"You're here with someone. Who?"

"My wife," Lois could just imagine her innocent bride's weak smile, her hands carefully flat on the tabletop as she leaned forward to hide the fact that her spouse was kneeling between her knees. "I got married. I'm not...I'm not up to anything, really. I'm not like that anymore, I've changed..."

"If you're here with your wife, then where is she?" Zatanna said harshly.

Lois paused, her lips just touching the silken cock-sleeve. The head of Angie's dick was at the entrance of her throat...and if there was one thing that Lois had learned about her angelic lover the last few days, it was that she was distressingly honest.

"She's...she's under the table sucking my...my penis," the angel's voice shook as though admitting to some unpleasant fetish. "I told her we shouldn't do it in public, but she insisted and...and I did swear to love, honor, and obey..."

The reporter could just about imagine Zatanna's eyes go wide. Probably the heart inside that bodice would cease to beat for a minute. Her whole brain would short-circuit as she tried to process what Blaze had just told her.

"You're lying," Zatanna said. "How do I know that there's anyone under there sucking your...why do you even have...?"

Lois kicked backward. She missed the witch's shin, but not by much, the heel scraping against Zatanna's foot. There was a moment of silence and then Lois was aware of a rustle of cloth. She glanced over to her left to see someone pulling up one edge of the table cloth, a familiar face peering into the darkness. The reporter took her face off her wife's dick long enough to say:

"Do you mind? I'm in the middle of something."

The tablecloth fell.

Zatanna slid into the booth next to Blaze.

"Is that...Lois Lane?"

"Yes. We're on our honeymoon," Angie's voice was strained, as Lois had redoubled her efforts to shove the cock down her throat. "She had a bit of a dry spell, so she's been a little sexually aggressive lately. Not that I mind in the least."

"I think you better tell me everything," the witch said.

So she did. Lois relaxed into her blowjob, glad for the distraction. It let Angie last longer...and the longer it went on, the bigger the load would be in her mouth, down her throat...

It was half an hour, with all the sexual details, before Angie finished....grunting and grabbing the table, the hot bitter cream shooting straight over Lois Lane's tongue. The reporter had never been one for swallowing before she had met Angie Blaze, but now she couldn't get enough of her wife's cum. With a satisfied gulp, the reporter slid back up from under the table.

"Hey Z," she said, smiling like the cat that got the cream. "Good to see you."

The witch was flustered.

"You too. Sounds like you've been busy."

"Just getting started," the reporter shot back. "Once is never enough for Angie."

"I'll bet," Zatanna's cheeks were burning, her eyes dilated...Lois couldn't see her nipples through the bustier, but she had no doubt that the witch's nipples were hard, her pussy wet.

"I'd offer to let you join us, but I don't like to share," Lois licked her lips, getting the last dollop of cream onto her tongue. "Of course, if you want to watch..."

"Oh!" Angie looked down at the table, her hands buried in her skirt. "Love, don't say that, it's so naughty it makes me..."

"Maybe..." Zatanna said. She coughed. "I mean, if both of you are okay with it. I should make sure that your relationship is authentic. Consumated. Willing. Not some sneaky plot by Blaze. After all, you could be under a love spell..."

"What do you say, darling?" Lois said to Angie. "Do you mind if Zee watches us make love?"

The angel bit her lip. "Are you sure this isn't...sinful?"

"Not all, baby. After all, it's not like you're going to be fucking her," Lois stared Zatanna in the eye, a challenging smile on her lips. "All of your baby batter belongs to this cunt and no other."

"Language," Angie said. "But I guess...if you both want to...I don't see any harm in it..."

That night in Sin City, Zatanna Zatara prepared herself to watch a very different kind of show.