Flight of Fancy

“Where are we?” you asked, blinking as your eyes adjusted to the dark. You were outside was all you could tell. The wind had died down a little.

“Near the northern entrance,” Zatanna informed the group. “I couldn’t make a farther portal. Just getting to you took a lot.” You wondered if the magician was weakened by her condition as well. There wasn’t much of a dose left for her by the time she arrived. “But I’m glad I got there. Got you.” She put a reassuring hand on your shoulder as if sensing your concerns.

“The jet is that way,” Wonder Woman chimed in, leading everyone through the shallow hills with Cheetah on her shoulder once again. She moved quickly but you could keep up. You observed her powerful gait and straight back, her full strength recovered after the dosage. You had cum a lot in Cheetah, maybe more than you ever had. Some of it still trickled from the **** villain’s pussy.

It was a relief to see Wonder Woman back to normal, and to get out of the wind and back on the jet. The scene felt familiar as you took off. Diana piloted quietly for a few minutes, with you and Zatanna at the back keeping close eye on the bound up Cheetah. The slight difference this time was the steadily leaking mound of the furred villain on display. Zatanna may have been keeping a closer eye than was strictly necessary.

“So she’s a cum addict too,” the magician surmised easily. Cheetah’s carnal desire for you made that much obvious, and Zatanna probably recognized the symptoms in herself. It seemed a good a time as any to broach the subject with her.

“Zatanna, you should really-” you started but the sultry sorceress put a finger to her lips, shook her head slightly. She tapped her head, mimicked tipping a hat. She wasn’t ready for anyone else to know, not even Wonder Woman, and insisted on continuing treatment through her magic hat. You couldn’t recommend the approach, but it was her body… and even though you could probably pull some sort of doctoral rank for her own safety, a part of you liked having this shared secret. It also paid to stay on an addict’s side and not break their trust. Especially someone who could teleport. Treatment methods could be complicated. But you were going to talk to her about that. Back at the Watchtower…

Back at the Watchtower.

Diana had been quiet most of the flight. No doubt her own actions and the way she ‘violated’ Cheetah had troubled her. She hovered close to you now as you examined the Watchtower’s latest patient, extra protective of you since her last failure to do so.

Tina was beside you too, and not that long ago she had been beside herself. She also felt at fault for allowing you to go on this mission. Recklessness on her part, to put her patient and her colleague in mortal danger. Apparently she had called for a few members of the Justice League when she realised something had gone wrong. Your reassurance that everything had worked out, evidenced by you standing there with just a few scratches and bruises, didn’t have her convinced. She settled for being relieved that you made it back, then focused on her work.

“It does seem like your observations were correct,” McGee said, giving Wonder Woman a small win that she knew was wanting. “The bloodlust that strengthens Cheetah is augmented by her addiction. Her… cumlust, as you put it, almost has the opposite effect that it has on most other patients.”

“It weakens me and strengthens her,” Diana concluded, arms crossed.

“Not permanently,” you added. “It provides a temporary boost, puts her in a bit of a frenzy, but I believe it would run its course eventually. Her body would still shut down without a dose.” Expertise from first hand experience, so to speak.

“I suppose we’re lucky you have so much self control,” Tina noted, though it was hard to discern anything from her tone. There was an awkward silence as you watched the Cheetah sleep, strapped to the same table she had been last time.

“What happens now?” Zatanna wanted to know.

“We have to keep her here,” Tina said. “She needs treatment and she needs to be secured. I’ve had a specialised holding cell constructed. I figured we might need something more substantial after last time.”

Wonder Woman’s shoulders stiffened.

“Treatment? Is it safe?” she asked, eyes flicking from the doctor then to you.

“We’ll make all the proper precautions, don’t worry Diana,” replied McGee. “Now, you need your third dose. Zatanna, can you watch her?”

The magician looked surprised but accepted her guard duty with a quick salute.

“You can count on me,” she said.

“We have. Thank you for everything you’ve done,” said Wonder Woman, taking her sorceress's hands and squeezing them gratefully. Three of you went into the next room.

Tina clicked her tongue as she took a closer look at your body. The suit had been removed and you stood there in what were basically space boxers.

“The state of you,” she muttered, shaking her head as she checked each of the cuts and claw marks on your skin. She sat Wonder Woman down on a chair next to you then dropped your shorts. Your professional erection didn’t fail you.

“I need you to tell me everything that happened in detail,” Tina commanded as she waited for you two to get into the familiar position. The scene felt a bit to you like getting sent to the principal's office, only it had never been so that the principal could watch another student suck you off. Wonder Woman, for her part, was the forever obedient patient and took hold of your dick without complaint. She was obviously thirsty.

“Some time into the gala John was just about to feed me my dose. I was excited,” Diana explained, stroking you but looking up at Doctor McGee. “Then we were interrupted by Ted Kord.”

“Of Kord Industries? Shit… did he see-”

“No, we hadn’t gotten that far,” Wonder Woman said. “Cheetah appeared and knocked him out. Then she attacked us. I fought her for a few minutes but as we traded blows I could feel myself fading. She could sense it too, and like you said, her lust seemed to make her stronger…” The Amazon’s grip around you tensed, making you sigh. “My mind became … muddled…” she went on. “Cheetah’s jabs confused me… and soon all I could think about was John, but my body wouldn’t move. I fell and she… she was… she went and… ” There was a faraway look on the warrior’s face as she recalled the event, her hand stopping.

“I’ll take it from here,” you said, putting your hand on Wonder Woman’s head and moving her towards your crotch. When her gaze found your stiff dick the corner of her lips twitched up and she started to happily lap at you. The warmth of your organ comforted her. It didn’t take long for her to start sucking and stroking your cock with abandon.

Tina gave you a look, as if unsure about your bedside manner, but she was waiting for you now. “Cheetah knew she was addicted and understood what it was doing to her to a degree… and she seemed to know that I was a good donor. From my scent maybe. It sounded like she had been hunting for me after her escape,” you recalled. That probably should have worried you more than how much you were flattered by it. “Anyway, she didn’t want to hurt me. She just wanted my … load. So she started to… extract it.”

Tina nodded, and you both heard Wonder Woman moan in enjoyment as she pushed you towards her throat. You kept a straight face despite the hot wet hole servicing you so brilliantly and went on with the report. “I noticed her getting wilder as she sucked me off,” you said, the need to be euphemistic now out the window. “She got sloppier, more ****, I could tell that she couldn’t go on like that forever without receiving a dose. And if I could stop myself and wait her out there might be a chance to get the upper hand. But I … misjudged the situation.”

You paused, pretending that it was just the building pleasure of Wonder Woman’s hungry mouthy distracting you, but really you were just stalling on telling the next part of the story. Tina was patient and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Cheetah realised what I was trying to do so… she went for another method to try and get me off,” you said, starting to feel breathless, partly from the hot memory but mostly because Wonder Woman had taken to gagging on your cock. “We… had intercourse,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks warm and deciding to focus on Diana’s face as she fucked you with hers. “And she succeeded. I couldn’t help it, she was just so…”

“I understand,” Tina said, her hand now on your shoulder. She really did look sympathetic. “What happened next?”

“It’s a bit fuzzy,” you said, brow furrowing as you thought back. “After I came inside her… uh… inside of Cheetah… Zatanna came to the rescue. I got hit and was dazed for a bit, but Zatanna took her out somehow. And then…” You gritted your teeth, focusing on the here and now once again and watching Wonder Woman open her mouth at the tip of your throbbing cock as she furiously jerked your organ. She knew you were close and finished you off expertly, pumping your shaft as you began to spurt. You covered her tongue, grunting, body shuddering. You were aware of Tina still grasping your shoulder as you emptied a nice, copious load of creamy spunk for the princess.

Wonder Woman closed her eyes and closed her lips around the tip of your cock. She pulled the last drops of you into her mouth and swallowed slowly, not spilling anything, now with expertise in containing your load. She sighed, satisfied, and let go of you.

“And then,” she began, picking up on the report now as she stood. “I violated Cheetah.”

Tina blinked at her and shot you a glance. You were still a bit too floaty to respond. “Minerva had been knocked **** next to me and I saw … I saw how she had been filled by John and I couldn’t stop myself. I drank it, straight from her womanhood. And I… I ravaged her. I used my tongue and my fingers to-”

“Diana, you said it yourself. You couldn’t stop,” Tina cut in hurriedly. “The addiction drove those actions and you can’t be held responsible for what you do when you’re not in your right mind.”

“I still did it though,” the Amazon said, plaintive as she looked down at her half shredded dress. “I must make amends.”

Neither you or Tina knew what Wonder Woman meant by that but there wasn’t time to dwell. Sister Eye chimed in over the speakers.

“Ms Zatarra reports that Cheetah is awake,” she said.