Impatient Patient

You tried not to think about her while laying wide awake in your bunk. Weren’t you meant to be tired? It had been a wearing day and you’d gone through a wringer of sorts. Thoughts floated back to getting wringed by Cheetah. The weight of her. The warmth of her. Her wetness. Her bite. Her utter need for you to fill her. You put an arm over your eyes and took a long, deep breath. Don’t do it.

“Sister Eye.”

Shut up!

“Yes Doctor?”

“Can you bring up the feed to Cheetah’s chamber?”

Say no.

“Of course Doctor.”

Damnit.

You sat up as the monitor at the end of your bed blinked on all too compliantly. There she was, a tiny thing on the screen with the high angle of the camera. She was pretty from this perspective. Almost **** despite her obvious power... but seeing her in this position put the thoughts of the others in your mind. Of Wonder Woman. That memory you had of Cheetah crawling onto you had the cat soon replaced with the Amazon. She was still in that amazing blue dress, a bit torn, her hair messy. She wanted you to take her like you had taken her nemesis. It was her heat pressing against your cock now as she straddled you. A second face moved in from the side. Dark hair, glasses.

“What about me?” she would say, hand squeezing between you and Diana, grasping your throbbing erection. Then Tina would kiss your neck while Diana panted over you.

There was a snap. You were brought out of your fantasising by the sound and spun your head. Zatanna’s hat. A gloved hand was sticking out of it and fingers waved at you. For a second you thought that the magician must have wanted to take her prop back. But then if that was the case she could just knock on your door. She wanted a dose. You looked down at your self caused erection and shrugged. Her timing was impeccable.

You took off all of your clothes, which was just a pair of shorts by this point of the night. Zatanna’s hand had retreated into the hat as you went over to pick it up. There was that glitter of magic in the air around it but looking inside it was … swirling. That was different from last time, when it was more like a pitch black magic glory hole. This seemed odd, but you were horny, so you shrugged, ready to just stick your dick in again. Before you could lower it for that purpose you found yourself looking deeper into the hat. There was the sensation of weightlessness, your stomach floating like the moments after cresting the peak of a rollercoaster. And then you were falling. The familiar fizzy sensations on your skin that accompanied traversal through a magic portal were present now. The room spun away behind you and there was a very real sense that your entire body had just been swallowed up by a top hat.

The next moment you were on the floor, a sound like tinkling bells above you which might have just been the ringing in your head. You expected to be dizzy so crawled to your knees slowly. When your equilibrium proved to be fine you stood. You were in a different room now, though it was basically the same as your bunk but perhaps a little bigger. There was an empty bed in front of you, but you knew to turn around.

“Hello Doc,” Zatanna said, laid out on a long red seat to greet you. She was still in her costume, that revealing magician’s outfit somehow even sexier than lingerie could have been. She shifted her shapely legs, clad in those alluring fishnets that left little to the imagination but a lot to fantasy. Laying there like that, hair draped over a cushion as she batted her smokey eyes up at you, she was the embodiment of seduction.

- Art by Al Rio. Found on a tumblr post: https://thebestofwomenincomics.tumblr.com/image/182245837780

It was probably unnecessary, but you appreciated it. “I’m glad you could come,” she said with a smile. “And all ready for me.”

Right. You were naked and erect and you were surprisingly not nervous or embarrassed to be as such in front of the stunning magician. Even the disorientation you might have expected from getting forcefully teleported into her room of the Watchtower wasn’t there. Perhaps you had grown used to the sensation over the last few portallings.

“I guess so,” you shrugged, swallowing as she sat up. “We should talk though,” you added, the doctor in you still awake as well. Zatanna seemed distracted, not looking you in the eye but rather focused on... your other eye.

“Then come over here and let’s have a conversation,” she smiled. How could you refuse an invitation like that? You stepped up to your secret patient, observing her reaction now that she wasn’t receiving treatment through a magical hat. You noticed her breath hasten, the excitement clear in her body language. It was like she was transforming as the poise and calm she had been hiding behind could finally be stripped away with only you here. She shook her wrists out, trying to dispel her nervous energy. “You have no idea how much concentration it took not to just jump on you,” she said, reaching out slowly, being mindful. She was still in control. When she finally grasped you, even through the glove, you both shuddered at the shared heat.

“You said you have been using magic for the addiction?” you asked after recovering from the initial bliss of her silky touch. She started stroking your stiffness and looked up.

“Yeah… mental spells mostly. It staved off the cravings. Let me think clearly,” she explained, but she was rapidly growing breathless. Her grip on you firmed up as she squeezed you from base to tip, her milking motion showing her need. “I could divert the urges… but it just made me crazy horny if I didn’t… take care of myself every now and again,” she went on. “And I guess getting exposed to things made it worse. Like when I watched you give it Wonder Woman. Her dose, I mean…” Now both of you were imagining that scene on the plane and the hungry Amazon sucking you off. “When I went home that night I masturbated for six hours…”

You groaned at her admission, from the shock and from her expert hand. Six hours?? You didn’t know what to say to that. “I know… It was just… as much as I got off I never felt truly satisfied…” she breathed, and you could feel it on your skin. “I need to taste you again John,” she professed, by way of seeking permission. You sensed her impatience but saw the way she **** herself to wait.

“Go ahead.”

She had another moment of staying herself, almost savouring the disintegration of her resolve. Then she let go and she let herself have you. She took you in her mouth without reservation. She just wanted to swallow you, wrapping those red lips around the crown of your cock and sinking you into blissful, warm, wetness. She moaned, with relief, with lust. Her tongue was something else. Unlike Wonder Woman’s less trained tongue, and Cheetah’s untamed one, Zatanna’s was limber and dexterous in a way that marked her as a skilled magician. You felt her almost examine every stiff inch of you and run the tip hungrily into the grooves under your fleshy head. All while inside her mouth like she was tying a cherry stem into a bow.

She popped you out and had a wonderful, fluttering gasp of air, almost joyful, applying that tongue in a more showy way next. She kissed and lapped up your shaft, smearing her lipstick and glaring up at you as she did. Wanting to make sure you were watching. As she got messy. Slobbering all over your cock like the cum addicted slut she was. She didn’t much care about anything else and that was clear in her glittering eyes. That was the inherent performer in her and another need she had to fulfill. “I can’t believe how delicious your cock is,” she panted, pressing her face against your full length and closing her eyes. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

A handful of patients had, actually.The state of an addict could make them more verbose, and explicit. You weren’t unfamiliar with pretty patients worshiping your cock. But none of them were quite like Zatanna. You had spent the last few weeks simply surrounded by gorgeous superwomen and Zatanna was no exception. She was beautiful in the most natural way, like she was drawn by the greatest artists in the world. Her large, soulful and needy eyes. Her full, soft lips. Her stage makeup only accentuated her amazing features, and now as she ground her face against your spit wet organ and she smudged and ruined her look for her desires, it served to make her look like a true cock whore. Her addiction was worse than you thought.

“Zatanna, listen to me,” you began, trying to remain as calm as you could but the breathiness in your own voice was telling. The magician was visibly pleased by how her oral affections were affecting you. “Let Doctor McGee and I help you. Let us do a proper diagnosis in the lab tomorrow.” There was a contraction in her pupils as if the words had cut through a fog.

For a moment she looked scandalised but that was fleeting. She rubbed her lips across the base of your rod, a headshake.

“No… I don’t want them to know…” she said, stubborn, then trying to distract you by licking your balls. You had to groan, the woman pulling your cock upward with a shaky, gloved hand while she opened her mouth around your balls. She was well on her way to make you cum, but you had to make her see that this wasn’t the best way forward for her. Not this secrecy.

You slipped your fingers into her hair, pulling her head up slowly but firmly. She mouthed at you and her lips left your organ. Eyes shot up, confused.

“I won’t treat you if you don’t out yourself,” you told her. It was a dirty trick, and in this state of lustful fever you were almost being unfair. But it really was for her own good.

“No… please I… I can’t,” she replied, obstinate still. “Just let me do this now.” She moved forward, pressing her panting mouth onto your cock again. You let her, just for a few seconds, before regaining your grip and reeling the woman’s face away. There was a whimper and she tried to lean in and return to her **** task, but you held firm. “Wha…” She couldn’t break free from you, like her neck muscles weren’t strong enough.

She felt her arms then, reaching up and grabbing onto your wrist but her fingers felt limp when she tried to exert ****. This wasn’t right. She was a fit, athletic entertainer who trained her body daily. But right now her muscles felt like wet noodles and her limbs were heavy while her head was light. It was the weakening effect of her condition. The withdrawals of an addiction she could no longer overcome with her magic tricks.

“Zatanna, you can’t go on like this,” you said, your cock just inches out of reach from her tantalizing, drooling mouth. “Unless you let me treat you properly, I won’t treat you at all.”

She struggled more, a whine in her throat as she tried to move onto you. To taste you. To have your warm meat on the back of her tongue again. But she couldn’t overpower you. She couldn’t even think of a spell to speak, her mind fogged with her need and your strong words. She just needed to be sucking on you. She needed satisfaction. You were denying her so unfairly.

She shivered all over at that thought, feeling her already diamond hard nipples threaten to tear through her shirt. She couldn’t even lift her arms up any more, but she could bend her elbows just enough. With the help of gravity and a little concentration she could maneuver her hand between her legs and slip one down the front of her shorts.

With your hand gripped at the back of her head she stared up at you, mascara starting to run, lipstick smeared around her open and drooling mouth, as she started to finger herself. There was a gutteral noise that came out of her gaping hole, as if daring you to fill it and silence her. The sights and sounds of this addicted whore were something else and you couldn't help feel a dangerous pulse in your cock despite not letting her touch you for at least a full minute now.

You sucked in a breath and watched, finding your own discipline. She wanted to put on a little show so you let her. The contortions of her face as she rubbed her undoubtedly soaking pussy were beyond erotic. Each twitch of her eyebrow and quivering lip was making your thumping heart want to burst. Made you want to burst all over her pretty, slutty face. She was about to make herself cum right in front of you.

Then you stopped her. With your other hand you grabbed her arm and pulled her busy fingers away. She was confused by the suddenness, barely even aware of what had happened, and when she tried to continue playing with herself you easily controlled her weakened arms with your normal human strength. In this state she was easy to deny. “Please… I just…” she started, then you pressed your dick forward and she got to taste you again. Her response was immediate and gleeful, the woman glomming onto your cock.

“The deal is I will treat you properly once you get a diagnosis from Doctor McGee,” you growled as you bared the wonderful oral **** for all of five second before pulling away and Zatanna was again putty in your stiff hold.

“No! John please… please…”

She seemed close to tears, and you were close to breaking, but you needed to get her onboard.

“Agree to the deal,” you demanded coldly, despite your starting to sweat. “Agree, and you can have my cum.”

Her gaze found you, finally seeing you and you recognized the light of understanding there. She tried to nod but that just pulled against your grip on her hair.

“Okay,” she panted, licking her lips excitedly. “Okay I’ll do it… I’ll do anything John… I’ll do anything for you please… ”

To hear her begging almost broke your heart, but your cock throbbed happily. That was good enough for now. If you continued to deny the sultry sorceress after that it would probably be breaking some Geneva conventions. So you released your grip and let her have your dick. She took to it with renewed energy, your allowance giving her a second wind and she practically inhaled your cock.

Her hands gripped your thighs and she **** herself down. Zatanna didn’t only want you to fill her mouth with meat, she wanted you to fill her throat. You put your hands on her head again but with no intention of holding her back this time. Instead you helped guide her, not that she needed all that much guidance with deepthroating you. She drooled copiously as she went up and down on your thick shaft, tongue pressing the underside of your cock. You let her raise her head and slurp, then used a slight pressure of your arms to bring her back down. But the more she sucked, the more you felt her relax her body and her head movement became less automatic. And soon you were the one in complete control, and you started to buck your hips. You were ramming the back of her throat with each thrust, and she just took it without complaint, just holding onto your thighs. Her mouth was just a hole in her head for you to fuck. Her eyes, tearing, fluttered as she looked up at you. God she was a beautiful mess.

You came then, shoving your bulging cock into her skull and pressing her nose against you. The potent heat of your seed poured down her throat and she struggled in your grip. You found yourself pulling at her hair but not pulling her head away as you kept pumping cum into her. Kept feeding her that load she had so desperately begged for. It all would go straight down her throat, effective and efficient. You saw her shoulders shuddering, felt her body spasm. You let out a great sigh as you gave one final spurt and pulled your cock out of her mouth and let go of her head.

She dropped to the floor on her knees and fell against your legs, spluttering and gasping for air. Your chest was heaving too, ears buzzing, and you looked down at the top of Zatanna’s head. You saw her sink towards the floor like a shivering puddle. Oh shit.

Quickly you reached down for her, trying to pick her up. You grabbed her under arms, and while she wasn’t that heavy she wasn’t weightless. With a little effort you moved her back onto the loveseat as you tried to assess her condition. Maybe you shouldn’t have delayed her dosage so much. Maybe-

She grabbed onto your arms, pulling herself up. Her lips were suddenly on yours. Her kiss was strong, forceful, and sloppy from all her saliva. But within a few seconds it melted you, and your shock became into a lustful return where she let you taste yourself on her tongue. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, she broke the kiss and dropped herself onto the seat. She laid back with a satisfied sigh and blinked dreamily at you.

“Sorry… I couldn’t help it,” she said, still breathless but fully cogent. Recovered. “I hope that wasn’t … unprofessional. But that was amazing. Thank you doctor.”

You stared at her for a few seconds then wiped your mouth of excessive drool with the back of your hand.

“No problem… Sometimes patients will do that,” you said. One patient did that once like three years ago, you recalled. “I hope my ultimatum wasn’t too…”

“No you’re right,” she conceded, closing her eyes and stretching her arms up above her head. “I was just being stubborn. I’m thinking clearly now. I should let Doctor McGee know. And Wonder Woman. It’s time I faced up to my new reality.”

That was a relief to hear and you nodded. “Tomorrow,” she added, smiling up at you. “Let’s keep this secret for one more night.”

That made you chuckle and you offered a noncommittal shrug.

“Fair enough.” You looked around and suddenly felt a little exposed, your dick still dripping in cold spit. Zatanna sat up.

“Right, then I guess you better get back ,” she realised.

“Well actually-”

Before you could finish, the magician fingered some symbols in the air and her voice carried around you.

“Rednes ot nruter!”

That pull you felt from earlier seemed to drag your body towards the floor, but you saw the ceiling spin at you instead then blackness quickly followed. There was the sensation of tumbling and you braced yourself for a rough landing but the next moment you were simply laying on the floor. The black top hat was on your chest. You were back in your room. Like magic.