Dracula and the second Bride. She can be a real Witch sometimes.. or was it a bitch?

Zatanna was just getting ready for the big weekly performance. According to your records, the theater was almost sold out today. Not a bad start to the weekend her father would be saying. She had come up with a new program for today that she had never performed before. Sure the spectators would like it. It was partly classical stage magic with a small part of real magic. Laughing, she whirled around and entered the stage. In the spotlight she could see that the evening would be a complete success, because every seat was occupied. As usual she bowed elegantly in front of the people and did a little murmur and two illusions she created entered the stage too and the audience was amazed and fascinated to see how three Zatanna fought on stage about who should now perform the show only to be allowed to experience how the real Zatanna turned the other two into pigeons. The thunderous applause was sure and a wonderful start into the show. Her next lesson amazed people over and over again and showed that she was not only a powerful real magician but also had an excellent command of show business and classical stage magic. Many of her tricks were based on mirrors and optical illusions and only very rarely did she resort to real magic. For her last spell, however, she needed a volunteer from the audience and when she asked a man stood up in the back rows and walked confidently straight to the stage. He did not even wait until he had been chosen and when he got closer he could see Zatanna that he was not an unpleasant representative of the male race. She also liked the self-confident appearance and so she welcomed him smiling on stage.

The man in front of her was about 30 years old and had fine aristocratic features. But it wasn't his flawless face that looked so incredibly good on top of everything else that fascinated her. It wasn't his eyes that were a bright, almost amber brown but the whole appearance. Everything about this man was beautiful. The strong, but not overtraining looking upper body, which one could clearly recognize despite the expensive suit. The long hair falling far over the shoulders in a deep black framed the face and emphasized the facial features only better. Zatanna was not easy to impress but this man had that certain something. Nevertheless, she was quite professional and on stage in her element. She wouldn't let a stranger, no matter how good he looked, distract her and risk a perfect result so far. So she explained to the man what she would expect from him and he agreed with a pleasant restraint. It was a pleasure to work with a man with manners and culture.

The crowd in the audience cheered eagerly as Zatanna let your new guest float on a chair through the room only then to let him land next to himself again. Now she stood in the middle of the stage and the man was supposed to build a cage around her, which he did conscientiously. After he had put a chain on the cage he pulled Zatanna together with the chain one meter above the ground. Only then did he stretch a black opaque cloth over the cage so that no one could see Zatanna.

Dracula found it amusing how the young, amazingly handsome sorceress handled her gifts. Even his superior sight and other senses had been deceived by her more than once. But he was very sure that only a fraction of today's show was based on true magic. Even though he did not understand most of his servant Enigma, Dracula was occasionally able to understand certain contexts or explanations. Mages, charlatans and other dazzlers had been working with tricks and illusions since time immemorial. Apparently it had become an attraction in this age to show it on a stage. Even though he had developed neither a sense nor a talent for pure magic, he was sure that this woman would be able to serve him well. He just had to be careful that you didn't recognize him too soon as what he was. Depending on how powerful she was, she might have been dangerous to him. While he was on stage, he could clearly hear your whispered words, thanks to his vampire gifts, even if they didn't make sense to him at first.

Ydob evlossid dna raeppa niaga ni rehtona ecalp!

Dracula was almost certain that these whispered words were some kind of spell. However, he considered eagerly and went through all the languages he knew. He had never heard such strange language before. When Zatanna had finished her magic trick and thanksgiving dismissed him from the stage, Dracula immediately took his phone out of his pocket. Enigma had explained to him exactly how to use it and that he could always reach him. Even though Dracula did not understand the how and why, he appreciated the opportunity to be able to contact him at all times. As soon as he sat in his seat he spoke softly into the device and informed the Riddler about the words he had heard. Maybe the mortal could find something out with his magic box. To his astonishment, however, this was probably not necessary at all in this case.

"Master. That's easy, isn't it? I already know the answer to this riddle!" To his astonishment, he heard after only a few seconds. Probably Enigma had immediately tried to solve this secret on his own without any help.

"Then enlighten me!" He said surprisingly friendly, which scared the Riddler even more than if Dracula had yelled at him.

"It's just the language of our country that she spoke backwards. The sentence roughly means that her body should dissolve and reappear in another place. Of course, it's just code for something. Maybe a riddle within an anagram! Oh how crafty master! I'll get right to it and give you the solution soon."

"That won't be necessary. I already know the solution, and as I told you before. Your intelligence is in your way! It means exactly what she said! You did a good job today. I will reward you! You may carry one of your little riddles into town and do for a night whatever you used to do!"

"Thank you Master! You don't know..." Dracula didn't listen to what he said anymore and ended the conversation.

"So so. So you work your witchcraft by saying it backwards. Very interesting. The only question now is whether you can practice your witchcraft if you are unable to speak?" Dracula pondered the findings as people left the theater. In about 30 minutes the second and last show for today would begin and there Dracula would either strike or withdraw. He wasn't sure yet if she would be worth it or, to be honest. Whether it was worth the risk.

"Sir. You must leave the theatre now!" One of the leaders informed him, but Dracula just looked at him and rolled her eyes to say.

"I can be here. Don't worry about me anymore!"

While his hypnotic command quickly took effect in the man, Dracula did not know what he had done with it. The theatre had already been used by Zatanna's father and was therefore well protected against magical things. Zatanna herself had updated or changed a magic here and there to fit more into modern times. By working with Bruce or the League from time to time, she was much more exposed than your father had ever been. Even though she always tried to stay in the background, she had to appear openly from time to time and made some enemies. Although Dracula himself was not a magical being, his curse was based on an incredibly ancient and powerful spell. Therefore, all his supernatural gifts were basically nothing more than magic. Although Dracula did not need verbal components or ritual symbols for his spells, he had a focus. The blood. His gifts were indistinguishable from normal magic for the theatre's protective spells, and so Zatanna felt a strange tingling in her wardrobe. She knew immediately that it was one of the protection spells that was cast. Going to her mirror she muttered

"Wohs ti ot em."

In the mirror itself appeared mystical runes and formulas that only a true magic user could understand. She could see that no one had tried to penetrate or destroy the protection spells. There was also no trace of anyone violently or secretly entering the theater. However, her spells revealed to her the presence of a magically gifted being who had cast some kind of spell. Zatanna was a little irritated that she didn't know the symbol for the kind of magic, but she was, although powerful, not yet as experienced and read as her father had been. Her studies of magic arts had not yet been completed so she did not know the symbol of bloody tears. If she'd known, she'd have fled in a panic. She decided to explore her father's library right after the performance. But since there was no direct sign of danger and the spell was also rather weak and short term, she assumed that there was no danger for you at first. Probably there was a latent magician in the audience who had cast a simple spell without knowing it. This was far more common than most people wanted to believe. That's how she prepared for the next gig.

Meanwhile, Dracula had decided to challenge the mage. But he wanted to be careful. Looking around, he devised a perfidious plan to weaken the woman a little before. Already at the first performance he noticed the wafts of mist that were supposed to underline your performance. At first he had thought that this would also have been witchcraft, but he had quickly noticed the small machine-like devices and he had been able to count 1 and 1 together. While the people were still cleaning the areas and the bouncer knowingly ignored him, Dracula left the area and walked towards the stage. Since the bouncer did not stop him, the others thought that he would somehow belong to it and went about their business. When he arrived on stage, he saw some of the staff busy tampering with the lights and fog lights.

"Forgive me. May I ask what you're doing here?" Dracula asked and the two technicians looked at him and seemed a little confused but Dracula's appearance was majestic enough to command their respect.

"We're refilling the fog launchers so you're ready for the second show. We're almost done." One nodded and Dracula could see a white liquid you had prepared and grinned. That was even better than expected.

"Thank you for your information, gentlemen. Now look at me." He said gently but with spiritual force. They looked at him immediately and were captivated by his eyes. "Be so good and fill the liquid I'm going to give you with that drink you're turning to fog and make this alchemistic miracle fill the room!" He said as he opened his wrist and poured half a liter of blood into a container. Before he had manipulated it a little with his gifts that it would serve his purpose.

The two stage technicians just nodded and filled the blood evenly into the tanks. Then you set the duration of the smoke throwers to the highest level and when you were finished you just shook your head and noticed that you were hanging behind schedule. Hastily you drove the lights and the smoke throwers back into position and were just finished with your tasks at the last second. Zatanna had received another warning that the magic had been used within her theater but she saw the same information as before. No dangerous magic and no change in the protective field. However, she was now somewhat alarmed. Maybe someone tested the protection spell there but why then twice with the same spell the seemingly had no effect on your own spells. Even though she was alarmed and cast a little spell, she could not explain what was going on. According to your reconnaissance spell, no other magician was present. Although a being with an imposing magical aura, this was definitely not a user of the magical arts.

She'd look into it after the performance. And so long, she'd just keep a watchful eye on everything and everyone. The protection spells would warn you in time if someone attacked you during the show. She wouldn't have to worry that long. So she played her program down to the big finale. As she slowly headed for the grand finale, she saw the fog launchers jump and the lights illuminate you directly. But somehow the fog seemed wrong. It had a reddish color as it waved across the ground. Also the duration of the smoke thrower was set much too high. As a precaution, she cast a spell to check out the fog. The spell would reveal to her if this nebula had been created by magic but this nebula had not been magically created. The red color was more than irritating but maybe it was just a mistake in the mix. She'd have to have a word with the tech team. Somehow it looked cool as the reddish fog slowly moved across the floor and covered the entire stage. Even as the fog slowly spread throughout the audience, the audience was not worried. They thought it was part of the show. Neither of them, nor Zatanna, took the subtle sweet smell that was spread throughout the room through the fog and had a calming effect on everyone present. Zatanna felt a pleasant silence lay over her and she enjoyed the performance more and more. As a young man came on stage, she noticed this man staggering slowly and dazed. Apparently the good one had drunk a few too much but strangely enough he didn't touch the Zatanna at all. Like in a twilight state she explained to him what he should do and that the whole audience also sat there dazed did not notice her either.

Completely foggy by Dracula's blood mist she went into the cage in which amazingly much of the reddish mist had accumulated. Although it hadn't been covered so far and so the fog should have slipped through it wasn't so. When she felt the man lifting her in the cage and then covering her, she was completely exposed to the fog. But that didn't bother you much. She felt extraordinarily well... and the little voice that warned her had long since fallen silent. As soon as she stood in the cage she felt a heat spreading in her body and with both hands she held on to the bars in front of her. She didn't even notice Dracula taking shape behind her from the fog. She should have started casting her spell by now, but she couldn't concentrate. The sweet smell in your nose made it so hard to think. Her brain was wrapped in cotton wool.

"That's right, mage. Breathe deeply and firmly. Relax and let your mind wander." Breathed Dracula softly into her ear. Without her consciously perceiving the voice, she felt the last rest of the tension drifting out of her body with every breath. She breathed deeply and calmly and couldn't remember the last time she was so relaxed. But Dracula hadn't finished with her yet. While his head was breathing into your other ear from your left to your right.

"Take a deep breath. Take a deep breath of my blood and let it fill your body." He could see her immediately following his words and taking a deep breath. "And now it's time for your magic trick Zatanna."

"Magic trick." Breathed Zatanna dazed and nodded slowly.

Now it was time for Dracula to enjoy this. From behind his hands slipped over your stomach to your breasts and he started massing you tight. Under normal circumstances, at best, she would have slapped him, but in your current condition, your only reaction was an aroused wheeze. His hands began to knead your breasts tighter and more intimately, which only led to the heat you already felt getting bigger.

"Zatanna. Let's do the magic trick together. The magic trick of making you my bride. This will be your greatest trick! A trick that will change your life."

Zatanna could barely concentrate on the voice so horny she was at once. The man behind her knew exactly what she needed and so she gave herself to his hands. She had to try to concentrate. She'd show you the magic trick of your life. The one trick that would change your life.

"Yes... Magic trick... Show." She gasped in excitement and pressed her body against the man behind her, of whom she strangely knew nothing. But even that little detail didn't worry her at the moment.

Suddenly it became light again because the curtain that had hidden her from the audience was pulled away. Almost at the same moment, she felt the man behind her Zatanna´s blouse grabbing and ripping aside. The fine tuxedo top could not withstand this raw unrestrained force and so the buttons flew through the air in high arcs. Her full breasts, hidden in a fine black satin bra, were now clearly visible to everyone and every woman in the audience. And already she felt Dracula's cool hands on her naked skin.

"Enjoy their looks Zatanna! Enjoy every second of this moment! Today you will become my bride and serve me for all eternity," Dracula whispered into her ear as he felt your body reacting to his drugs and his touches. The blood he had mixed into the mist had long since been inhaled by everyone and had a stimulating and foggy effect on you. But most of all, of course, he had concentrated on Zatanna, which is why she was so easy to control. Her senses were completely bewitched and her resistance was zero. So it was an easy one for him to form your mind with his voice. Surely in her normal condition she would have been much more willing than she is now. The direct route would certainly have been successful, but why take unnecessary risks if it could.

In his foggy state the audience had begun to applaud as he had torn your top and surely many of the male guests would have clapped and celebrated without the fog at this sight. He had to admit that she had an impressive body and her bust was bigger and more fascinating than any woman he had ever had before. And yet they were flawless and hung neither limp down but were firm and plump. He started enjoying it and pulled your bra down until your tits were exposed. With his thumbs he circled your nipples which were already hard and enjoyed your lecherous groaning.

"It's time for the big wizard finale!" He breathed and pulled fascinated at your nipples which made you groan loudly.

Slowly greed took control of Zatanna´s body. She felt her body longingly rubbing against Dracula and as she felt the growing bump in his pants she pressed her bulging ass harder against his lap.

"Yes!!!! More!! The climax... the... big act..." gasped as she stretched her head up.

With a quick jerk she was whirled around and could finally see the man. With heavy breath, trembling breasts she saw the man who had been her guest in the first show standing before her. His beauty was like a drug that only increased your greed and so his sight was enough to make you groan. Then she noticed that he opened his pants and your gaze wandered by itself to his hands. Much too slowly for you he opened his pants and even before he was finished much you before him on his knees and pressed his hands away. An irrepressible greed and lust had taken possession of her and so tugged her around like a savage on his pants. But even that was not fast enough for her.

"Stnap eb enog!" she gasped and in a heartbeat Dracula's pants were gone and right in front of her eyes was the biggest and hottest cock she had ever seen. The water ran in her mouth as she explored every inch of it with her eyes. She wanted, no, you MUST have him. But just as she seductively licked her lips and then approached the tail with her lips, she felt Dracula's firm hand in her hair holding her back.

With a firm grip he pulled at your hair so that you had to look at him. A look into his beautiful eyes and it had happened to you.

"You will be my bride and serve me great magician!"

"Yes! Let me be your bride! I will serve you and fulfill all your wishes! PLEASE" begged you and your hands wandered to your tits. In her greed, she couldn't stand it without stimulation. Pulling lusty at her nipples, she looked at him begging.

"It's time you revealed your last magic trick! I want you to take a vow of marriage that makes it clear that you will stand by me faithfully and willingly! I want you to make it perfectly clear that I am your husband and master!"

"JAAAA My Lover!" breathed and started when Dracula interrupted you with a jerk at the hair.

"I want to hear it as magic! And the most powerful one you have. As a token of your immortal love!"

Zatanna knew this should fulfill her wish that there would be no turning back. If you really put all your power into this spell then it would be permanent. Dracula was able to put the brief moment of doubt into her. However, no more intervention was necessary from him because he could see how in her eyes greed took over and you nodded lustfully.

"I raews ot uoy, ym dnabsuh dna retsam, lanrete evol dna ytilayol. I lliw eb ruoy detoved efiw morf siht tnemom no rof lla ytinrete . I lliw daer ruoy sehsiw morf ruoy seye dna llifluf meht htiw lla ym rewop. I evig uoy ym luos dna ym ydob. I lliw ylno eb lufhtiaf ot uoy dna yebo ruoy yreve dnammoc. I lliw eb ruoy efiw dna ruoy evals. I lliw evig ym ydob tsuj rof uoy dna llifulf ruoy tsedliw smaerd ni deb! I lliw syawla eb ydaer ot llifluf ym seitud sa a efiw. morF won no I lliw efil ylno rof uoy dna lla ym nwo serised lliw eb etanidrobus ot sruoy. Esaelp, ym evol. Ekam em ruoy efiw. Esaelp, ym evol. Ekam em ruoy revol. Esaelp, ym evol. Ekam em ruoy evals."

(For those who don't want to decipher the spell themselves.

I swear to you, my husband and master, eternal fidelity. I will be your devoted wife from this moment on. I will read your wishes from your eyes and fulfill them with all my power. I give you my soul and my body. I will only be faithful to you and obey your every command. I will be your wife and your slave. I will give my body just for you and fulfill your wildest dreams in bed! I will always be ready to fulfill my duties as a wife. From now on I will live only for you and all my own desires will be subordinate to yours. Please, my love. Make me your wife. Please, my love. Make me your lover. Please, my love. Make me your slave. ))

Once she had finished the spell she felt like the magic gripped by her body and her mind. The countless protective spells that she had placed over herself were completely pointless here since the spell had been spoken by herself. She felt the magic rearranging her thoughts and adapting her needs. And she would always know. That was the worst part. As soon as the drug frenzy she was in would remind her exactly that she had been tricked. But even then, that would no longer matter.

But at the moment she was just way too foggy, way too horny and way too happy that her husband smiled at her and let go of her hair. She bent over and put his cock on her naked tits. Finally she was allowed to do justice to her horniness. She pressed his cock between her tits and laid both hands on her to press them tightly together. Full of desire she began to fuck his cock with her tits and every now and then to free him to suck lecherous at him. She didn't care that a few hundred people were watching her. She couldn't get enough of him. Zatanna, like any other woman, had always wanted to get married and now the moment had finally arrived. She just couldn't take it anymore. Greedily your lips closed around his cock and she started to give him everything she had. The more intimately she sucked on his cock the hotter the desire became to feel him in herself. Her pussy burned formally and so she could not fail to satisfy herself with one hand. Luckily for you, it wasn't long before your husband pulled you up to him. With a quick grip between your legs and your pussy lay free in front of him. He turned her back with his face to your audience and pressed her to the edge of the grid. Then she felt him invading you from behind. She took a deep breath when she felt like she started to fuck with pleasure. Zatanna was not a child of sadness but this man was an excellent lover. After only a few shots she screamed like on a spit and clung to the bars. With every thrust from him, the cage rocked back and forth until she felt his hands on her tits. Greedy and demanding he fucked you in front of the audience that enthusiastically cheered every thrust of him.

Zatanna bent over to take him in much deeper. She spread her legs a little more and stretched his ass towards him, which he immediately accepted. With both hands on your hip he pulled you firmly on himself and felt how his cock filled you and drove you crazy. But that wasn't enough for her.

"MORE MY BELOVED! GIVE ME MORE!!!! PLEASEEEEEE" gasped and looked at him begging over his shoulder. His hard shocks kept pressing you against the cage bars and the cool metal felt indescribable on your naked skin. Your husband drove you crazy with his greed and lust. She felt the orgasm build up in her and her wheezing became a shrill scream.

When he finally got into her rolled her eyes and felt her knees weaken. Her body was flooded by an endless wave of lust and when he let go of her she fell to her knees in front of him. Breathing heavily, she turned to him and gently stroked his thighs with her hands. Even though your lust was satisfied, she was completely addicted to it thanks to the spell. She approached him and with her tongue she began to lick his cock clean. Enjoyably she licked along his cock while the audience slowly left the theater, as you thought the show was now over. Dracula reached out to his newest bride and helped her up. Still shaky and naked she stood in front of him and her breath went like after a marathon but she smiled at him.

"What do you desire, my love." Breathed as she snuggled up to him and rubbed her naked breasts against his fine shirt.

"We should go to a place where I can love you undisturbed!" he smiled and lifted his chin and she immediately nods.

She pulled out a key from her suit and opened the cage. Only minutes later the two were in Zatanna´s rooms inside the theatre. Since the theatre belonged to her she also lived there and also her complete library was there. Dracula enjoyed the view very much. He enjoyed the trust that the book series gave him. Finally someone who appreciated knowledge again.

He turned to Zatanna the smiling on a leather chair and had crossed his legs. Her bust had covered her as well as possible with the stage outfit again and just poured 2 bottles of wine.

"What do you know about vampires, my beautiful bride." He asked as he rode his fingers over the covers of the books.

"I know you are very powerful and extremely rare and what your strengths and weaknesses are. Why do you ask my dearest?"

"What would happen to the magical power of a sorcerer if a vampire turned you?" Dracula asked as he looked at you. A mortal bride of magical power might be worth more than another vampire without magical gifts.

"What should happen to them? You'd have a vampire with magical powers. At least I think so. I'd have to check again in my father's library. He must have a book on it somewhere."

"Very good. Do this, my beloved wife! And so long as I wish you'd do everything you can to stop anyone from gaining knowledge about vampires. You will mislead anyone who visits you or questioned you! I wish you'd do whatever it takes to lead her down the wrong path. In the meantime, I want you to find out if I can give you eternal life without giving up your magic!"

"Anything that makes you happy, my love," she beamed and watched Dracula turn into a swarm of bats and flutter out the window.

"My husband is a vampire! COOL!" breathed you.