Jungle Fever

You squinted through your returning vision and the ringing in your ears faded quickly, replaced by a roaring wind. It made you turn to see the hole in reality that you’d just been blasted through. It looked a little different to the other time… It seemed more unstable. It was. It collapsed immediately, vanishing with a distant thunderclap and then there was silence, the wind gone.

“Looks like the array is down,” said Zatanna next to you. “We’ll need to find the jet to get back.”

You had to shield your eyes under the glaring sun of whatever part of the world you were suddenly transported to. There was a heat here that felt almost like a blanket over you, and out over the savanna the distant mountains shimmered. There was a herd of zebras several feet away in the tall yellow grasses, the noise of your entry making a few turn towards you. They lost interest and returned to their grazing. You were in Africa.

“You can’t whip up another portal thing?” you asked hopefully, already sweating beneath your dark super carbon whatever suit. The magician flexed her gloved fingers as she looked around to place herself then headed to the treeline.

“I need to recharge for a while to cast that spell again,” she said, glancing over her shoulder to check you were following and giving a small apologetic smile. You followed closely, trying not to stare at her figure. It was fortunate the tail of her jacket covered her butt most of the time.

The shade at the edge of the jungle wasn’t as much of a respite as you had hoped. You wiped your brow with a bandaged forearm and wondered what the next move was. You were supposed to have been teleported to where Wonder Woman’s jet had landed but didn’t see anything but african landscape all around. No aircraft in sight. Oh right.

“How do we find an invisible jet?” you inquired, looking to Zatanna for some guidance.

“Shouldn’t be too hard,” she replied with a grin, pulling up her sleeves a little. She seemed to take a moment to breathe, then spoke a spell. “Nees eb tonnac tahw su ot laever!”

You didn’t know what magical language she was speaking, and the cadence of her voice had a weird but familiar tone to it. There wasn’t much time to puzzle that out though as a few feet away the air began to shimmer. A tinkling sound played overhead and like a heat mirage a strange form appeared to distort the shape of the trees. You and Zatanna approached the odd glinting web of of a crystalline structure, more parts of it being revealed over time. Once you were at the right angle you could make out the general outline of a plane sitting there in the jungle clearing. It was like a strange prismatic sculpture, different colours glittering momentarily depending on where you looked at it. If you didn’t focus your vision then you would mostly see through it instead. You placed a hand on the wing, felt how very solid and real it was, impressed by whatever technology or magic that allowed such a thing to exist.

“She’s inside,” Zatanna gasped, and only then did you spot a figure sort of floating in the air. You realised then that Wonder Woman was lying **** on the floor of the plane.

“How do we get inside?” you asked, trying to look for a door on something that you could barely make out the outline of.

“Emases nepo,” said Zetanna, casting another spell. There was a hiss and then a rumble, then the sound like something was extending started to grind out. Letting the magician take the lead you followed her to where the back of the plane must have been, and obviously seeing something you couldn’t she walked forward. For a second she appeared to be stepping on air, but you realised her heels were clicking onto an invisible surface that sloped upward.Very carefully you followed Zatanna up the invisible ramp. It wasn’t even like walking on glass. Whatever the plane was made from you couldn’t see what was beneath your feet at all. But there was a tactile sense to it that let you board the jet without tripping over and falling on your face. “Wonder Woman!”

You saw Zatanna rush to the Amazon’s prone form and stumbled to keep up. “Wonder Woman? Are you okay? Wake up… we’re here now,” the dark haired sorceress said, gently shaking Diana’s shoulders. Very slowly she stirred, raising her groggy head, and you were somewhat relieved.

Heavy eyelids blinked open.

“Zatanna?” croaked the woman weakly. Her cheeks were flushed.

“Yes, it’s alright. We’re here now,” Zatanna said, comforting the confused warrior and stroking her hair.

“It’s good to see you…” Wonder Woman said and seemed calmed for a moment, then she closed her eyes and winced. She let out a moan, almost like a wounded animal… only there was more of wanting, longing tone to her outburst and it sent a shiver up your spine. “What’s wrong with her?” the magician asked you, trying to lift Wonder Woman’s head and rest it on her very comfortable looking lap. She looked over Diana’s perfect, muscular body, concerned and analytical. “She has no visible wounds… I don’t sense any magical ailments…” Zatanna went on, moving a hand above her form. She pulled off her glove with her teeth to feel the hero’s forehead. “She’s warm… mild fever maybe… can Amazons even get sick?”

Obviously the magician was no stranger to ‘out there’ medical emergencies, but there seemed to be one angle she hadn’t considered. Maybe never would have occurred to her. This put you in an awkward position.

“She just needs her treatment,” you tried, not even sure why you were keeping up the charade but there was a sense of respect and admiration that Wonder Woman held among people, especially superheroes. You didn’t know if you were ready to tear that down just yet. At least not without her permission.

“Oh right, you’re her doctor,” Zatanna piped brightly. “Okay you better hurry and administer her medicine or whatever,” she went on. “Do you need me to hold her still for you?”

Your eyes went wide. Before you could stammer some kind of excuse out, or look for a place on an Invisible Jet with some privacy, Wonder Woman started to stir again.

“Doc...doctor?” she murmured, squinting up at you two now as if a glaring light was overhead. Her vision focused in on you and recognition seemed to dawn. “Doctor…” she sighed, smile spreading on her face now. “You’re here… I’m not dreaming?”

“I’m here Wonder Woman,” you said, captivated by her soft visage. She definitely recognized your voice.

“You’re real…” she said quietly, and she reached up and touched your face.

“Yeah… he’s here to give you your medicine,” Zatanna responded helpfully. “Here. Sit up.” The younger hero tried to assist the veteran but by this point Wonder Woman seemed to be able to move on her own accord again.

“You’re the doctor…” said Diana, shifting out of Zatanna’s arms to crawl towards you. “My doctor…” She licked her lips. “I need my doctor.” The unfamiliar suit you were wearing was starting to feel rather tight around the crotch.

Zatanna was surprised by Wonder Woman’s returned motility but let her move to you. The expression on her face slowly shifted as she observed the warrior’s unusual behaviour.

You weren’t really sure how to react to this or what to do. Diana was pawing at you, the strength not completely returned in her arms. She started to rub her face into your crotch. “I need it…” she murmured. “Give it to me please… please John...”

“What… what is this?” Zatanna demanded. She didn’t seem angry but the shock had her on her feet.

“I need your cock…” Wonder Woman groaned. “I need your cum…please...”

You looked to the magician helplessly, while at the same time becoming so aroused no amount of padded armor would be able to hide your erection. Just hearing the words… the begging… was enough to clue Zatanna in. “Please… please give me your cum…”

“Oh my god…” The magician covered her mouth with her white gloved hand. “She… she’s a cum addict.” It was almost whispered, but you heard it. You gritted your teeth now that the cat was out of the bag. When it finally sunk in Zatanna dropped her hands and took a step back in a panic. “Wonder Woman’s a cum addict!”

“Relax,” you said, trying to keep everyone calm. “It’s… it’s not contagious.”

The Amazon was starting to grow impatient, as if hearing Zatanna’s words made her want to prove something. She was grinding her face against the crotch of your suit and moaning.

“I’m sorry I know…” Zatanna said, embarrassed by her outburst but still on edge. She couldn’t help staring in horror at one of her idols. “But… it’s Wonder Woman.”

You looked down at the once mighty warrior and saviour of mankind. She was desperately groping for your hidden erection, pressing her face to you, lustful and lost. You would have to just let your escort process this on her own. Zatanna had gotten you this far so now you had to complete your mission.

But how? You realised now that you were strapped into this military costume with no way to even unzip yourself, hands bound as they were. There was a layer of kevlar and underwear to get through, and though Wonder Woman had all the intent and latent strength to simply tear your clothes off you, she was in no state to accomplish this. Her fingers lacked the dexterity, body weakened by a clouded mind.