Biggest Cock vs Zatanna Zatara

He could see her wincing as she felt the sheer width of his member. Her pussylips struggled to accommodate him due to its inexperience with such size. She clipped down her mouth and her grip on the table turned her knuckles paper white.

One inch, two inches…

"G-god! S-so thick…" Zatanna's moans were accompanied by a tight clenching. All her life, her pussy had been adjusted to ordinary penises. This…

"...is much different!" Her back suddenly arched as she gasped. Five inches. The supposed average, but due to his absurd thickness it felt like three dicks. Then there was the pulsing. Her pussylips felt like they were melting from the heat and vibrations.

Her boobs dangled from her chest. Aaron wished he could just jam his dick inside her, place his weight on top of her, and grope those wonderful mounds of flesh. He couldn't. He went slow. The journey to nirvana was gradual. Tender.

Her moans were quiet and stifled. She had her pride, he supposed. In his head, he counted the inches. Seven, eight, nine…

"Ha….ha…."

She was clamping down on him hard, not to mention oozing lewd juices. She hadn't orgasmed yet, a testament to her willpower. She refused to climax until he was sheathed inside her.

Respectable.

Unfortunately, Aaron had run out of patience. This pace wasn't to his liking. He wanted it rough and hard. He wanted her to know why he had ripped those fucking stockings.

"I am going to show you real magic," Aaron proclaimed. Zatanna gasped for air and looked back in time as he grabbed her side. Her eyes went wide but rather than fear and panic he saw a thrill in her. She wanted this and she wanted this bad.

CLAP!

In one swift, impatient thrust, the entirety of his cock entered her. All thirteen and a half inches, all that girth, all that length, all that thickness. In an instant, his pelvis clapped her booty. His balls flung forward. At once, all her built-up orgasms came crashing on her.

She spasmed. She moaned. She screamed. She cried. So much ecstasy, so much joy, jubilation, and euphoria. She couldn't understand. Zatanna, the Sorceress Supreme of Earth, could not understand how a mere rod could bring her to such realms.

Aaron didn't move an inch either. He stayed, the weight and heat of his cock remaining deep inside her. He was parked and ready to flood her womb if necessary. He didn't. He waited. Her walls were coaxing him insanely, not knowing what exactly had penetrated them.

It took a long, long while for her to recover. Four, no, six minutes. It was like she had been hit by a shotgun of love. Her head hung down, her lips letting out an incomprehensible set of words.

"Eeggib naht Auhsoj dna Nhoj rehtegot...os hcum reggib...kciht...kcoc...evol...detcidda...muc! Gnimmuc! Gnnnimmmuc!"

He moved. His hips rocked back, pulling away three or four inches from her womb, and Zatanna gasped like a lady in heat. Full of desperation and want, she needed him back inside. Her walls tightened, not wanting him to escape. Aaron smiled. This was it. He had her.

Clap!

He slammed back inside. Another intense orgasm overtook her body. It was a miracle she was holding onto the table.

"kcoc...gnizama...brepus...os hcum...repeed...Nhoj, Auhsoj...eht tsetaerg…kcoc...Noraa...Noraaa...Nooraaaaa...!"

'Who the fuck is Nora?' His face scrunched up. 'Wait, no…that's my name backwards. Huh.'

Clap!

Another. Her stockings did not lessen the echoes in the slightest.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

He picked up the pace. Less space between thrusts. Less time to recover. Slobber started to hang from her lips. With every thrust, with every clap, with every orgasm, she moaned louder and louder. The Wayne Manor was practically filled to the brim with her voice. It could not escape. Halls were echoing.

Aaron didn't stop. He rocked back and forth, back and forth, clapping her cheeks like a wild animal. A predator works its magic on its prey. Zatanna's tongue flopped out. Her tits were shaking left and right, up and down. Bouncing like an overstimulated whore.

He went in deep–so deep that her legs buckled down. He decided she needed support, otherwise she wouldn't last. He placed his body on top of hers, lips close to her ears, her long hair prickling his skin, His hands cupped a handful of her breasts and could feel some of the soft flesh escaping his grasp.

It was amazing. His hips thrusted in and out, unable to slide in too many inches due to their positions, but enough to hear her moans up close. "You're such a bad girl," Aaron whispered into her ears. "A Justice League member, the world's greatest magician…a mere whore for my cock. How does it feel?"

Gasp. Orgasm. Whimper.

"S-so good…" she muttered, her voice shaking. Tears trailed down her cheek. Her makeup was beginning to undo itself again, smearing her gorgeous features. "So much better than…than…anything…"

Aaron liked watching her act ****. She was a celebrity and a woman he had admittedly jerked off to in the past. But now? Now she was puddy in his hands. A moldable pussy sleeve. He pinched her pink nipples. Her moans were as delightful as her magic tricks. It captured his eyes and ears in ways most things in the world couldn't.

His balls slapped her. In and out, he rapidly fucked her. The position should have drained his stamina but Aaron was the Chosen One. He had stamina in spades.

He demolished her pussy. He owned it.

"Goodness…! God! God~! I….I've never cum like thiiiissss~!"

In porn, Aaron had seen the fake sex tapes of Zatanna. A dumb, big-titty bitch throwing on a bimbo costume and pretending to imitate her lovely voice. It was always cartoonishly bad and boring. Flawless and dumb. Reality, however, was different. Zatanna moaned and creamed like any woman. She wasn't as calm and regal as the dreamers suspected.

Her voluptuous body was weak and zoned in and out of heaven. Every kiss to the womb caused her to reconsider her future.

Over ten minutes of orgasms later, Zatanna was nearing the end of her limits. She could barely catch her breath. Her cheeks were red and her arms were slipping from the table. If Aaron wasn't holding her up by the tits, she would have fallen.

Yet…in those gorgeous cyan eyes of hers…she wanted more. Aaron smirked and whispered in her ear again.

"You want to see a magical spell of mine?"

Her eyes fluttered open. Adrenaline pumped through veins. A rush of excitement and anticipation. Her pupils glowed with life, ready for it. For the single most greatest in her life.

A creampie.

Aaron didn't need to explain. He didn't need to speak. Throbbing inside her womb, his tip thickening, he dumped a load inside her. Deep, deep in her, he spurted out globs of cum. Her core felt weak. It felt like it was melting.

Zatanna loved it.

It was nothing like the five meek lines of jizz from John or her other boyfriends. This…this was a creampie straight from the heavens. A reality-mending ejaculation. Her body shivered. It convulsed. It came.

Her walls were coaxing him tightly, hoping for the load to continue forever. For a while, it seemed that way. Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt. He came and came, the veins on his shaft carving into her walls. That was how tight Zatana was–she could feel the subtle throbs going alongside his length.

Something inside her shifted as she felt the warm, thick, and vicious cum overtook her womb. It was like….everything was complete. She didn't need to speak. She didn't moan. She just needed to close her eyes and accept it. The volume exceeded every creampie in her past combined.

It was…

"Aaarooonn…."

…godly.

His sigh accompanied the climax. A pleasant, low mutter that showed his own satisfaction. She relished in its sound. She was addicted to it.

If only Zatanna could stay awake…

In his arms, she collapsed. Her legs numb and her pussy destroyed. He couldn't blame her. Clearly, he had fucked her better than all her years of magic and training.

It was short. It was sweet. She lasted a single round.

But it was Zatanna Zatara he creampied. Who cared? Aaron certainly didn't. The aftershocks, the post-nut throbs, he could say for certain this was one of his best fucks. Perhaps not the longest, but definitely high in quality.

He remained draped over her, hands gently fondling her tits. His cock was a plug in her pussy and contained the torrent of cum waiting to be unleashed.