Aftermath

Raven hair cascading close to his erect, soft yet firm lips peppering kisses across his shaft, and then licking his glans. His cock was stamped in red lipstick.

Zatanna Zatara was quite the woman. Aaron had no complaints.

Their session in the kitchen was over. Using his limited magic to get rid of the cum and smell, he dragged her to his guest room. The manor had over two dozen rooms and as chef he was granted one. Located on the ground floor, adjacent to the main kitchen, it was a spacious and well-lit room with large windows overlooking the beautiful gardens. The room was equipped with state-of-the-art cooking appliances, ample counter space, and a large dining area for tasting and presentation.

Ample space was dedicated to a well-equipped cooking area, complete with a professional-grade stove, a spacious countertop, and an array of culinary tools. It was a haven where the chef could indulge their passion for creating delectable dishes while feeling right at home in the heart of Wayne Manor. A comfortable bed was tucked in one corner where he lay with Zatanna. She was busy sucking his dick as he drove his fingers through her scalp and hair. His discarded clothes were off to the side, including his phone. She had made them reappear with her magic with everything in tact.

Suddenly wanting to tease him, she slapped his big fat cock against her cheek, grinning. "You might be bigger than all my ex boyfriends combined, you know?"

Zatanna felt like she could pop a golf ball in her pussy and feel absolutely nothing in her walls. It was like magic–except it wasn't. It was merely the raw thickness of his dong.

"Please don't exaggerate," Aaron replied, chuckling. "Plus, I don't like to compare my size with others."

"Why, because you're bigger?" Zatanna asked, eyebrows wagging. "You should be proud, not ashamed. I know one of my exes would not shut up about it if he packed this much heat."

"No, I just think it's reductive. There's a lot of great things about me besides my dick. It's the same with other men."

"Mm. Fair enough." She planted a lipstick painted kiss on the side of his shaft. Aaron shuddered. She was unexpectedly skilled at this. He expected much from her but oral? It was a welcoming surprise.

Then she paused.

"Are you dating anyone?"

Suddenly, her pristine eyes were locked with his, swarming with unbridled emotion. Was it lust? Love? He couldn't tell. There was some kind of conflicting attraction in her.

"I'm not," Aaron admitted. "Are you…?"

"No, no, no, um…" Zatanna blushed. Seeing her blush with her tits out and her flushing cheeks next to his shaft was strange. "I have another show in Gotham. I don't take dates because, you know, rumours but I wouldn't mind with you."

He was sitting upright and she lay between his legs, tits squished and her heart-shaped ass like a mountain across her figure. He leaned forward and gave it a mean slap. The jiggle was hypnotizing as was her little moan.

"W-what?" Zatanna asked, giggling. She knew what she was saying.

"You just want me to fuck and feed you between shows."

"N-no, I don't do that." She pulled herself up and crossed her arms under her sizable bust. "I'm not…I don't whore around. What happened in the kitchen was…an exception. I really do want to get to know you, Aaron."

His cock became as straight as the north arrow. Zatanna giggled as she saw pre-cum spewing out.

"And of course get used to this big guy." Her hands stroked him enticingly. He bit back a groan.

"I…" Aaron took a deep breath. "Sorry, I don't have time. I have a daughter and I also have other responsibilities."

"I see." Her features softened. Her strokes didn't. "Maybe I can convince you."

"I doubt it," Aaron replied challengingly.

"Oh." A sexy brow was raised. Zatanna accepted the challenge. "Muc drah!"

Magic. She expected him to cum on the spot. He didn't. Zatanna glanced at his erection in confusion.

"A-are your balls empty or something?" Zatanna asked, blinking. "This….usually works."

'It must be because of my Chosen One powers. I adapted to your powers and now magic can only work if I allow it. In this case, I rejected your spell.'

"It's because you were too vague." He pushed Zatanna on her back and fiercely made out with her. She seemed to forget the little hiccup in her magic as he pulled away. Her eyes were lidded and hazy. Lost, wet, and thirsty for the throbbing cock poking her stomach. "You'll be the one to cum hard, Mistress of Magic."

The door was shut and the cameras were already disabled courtesy of Zatanna's spell. However, there was always the chance of someone walking in. Therefore, to maximize pleasure and the possibility of getting caught, Aaron would fuck her for an hour.

For Zatanna, that hour felt like seven nights of the most intense sex of her existence. With her magic, she fixed her attire and healed herself, yet she still walked away with a limp in her leg and a heavy load in her womb. Down in the cave, when Batman pointed out her exhaustion, Zatanna explained she had overexerted herself in a ritual searching for the Chosen One. The Batman likely noticed the excuse and didn't comment. Sex was sex after all. With who, he didn't know.

'Super hearing. Such a convenient power,' Aaron thought to himself while chilling in his new room. Batman had installed a lot of anti-super hearing devices but none could detect or stop the Chosen one. For Zatanna, he didn't need to hypnotize her because frankly he didn't need her. Her powers wouldn't improve the odds in his grand plan. Plus, there was the chance Batman would see through it. He was the World's Greatest Detective for a reason. It was why he limited the number of people he hypnotized–he couldn't risk Batman discovering that it was his doing.

Selina was an exception because she was the Bat's weakness. He couldn't think properly when it came to her.

He did have Zatanna's number though. If he ever decided to change his mind, if he ever needed her expertise, he could get it anytime he liked. He had gotten her hooked on his cock. She would scurry to him like a hungry dog if he texted her.

The first stage of his plan was officially complete. He had gathered enough reliable and malleable allies, hypnotized and unhypnotized. Each specializing in a useful aspect of life and each loyal in his cause to change Gotham City. It was time for stage two.

Overall, not bad for the first day of work.