[The First Spell (Part 1)]

Months ago...

“Exhilarating! That’s what it was!” Zatanna shrieked, wanting to jump up and down inside her dressing room she was so excited. She grabbed the man’s shoulders instead, giving him a good shake for his efforts. “You’re a genius!”

Jacques Banse felt the teeth rattling in his grin and waited for her to get it out of her system.

“You’re the magician,” he reminded her humbly. “I just … did a little drawing.”

“And a little building and a little welding! And lighting and staging! I couldn’t have pulled that off without you! I would have never even dreamed up such a thing! I thought I had seen it all!”

And Zatanna the Sorceress had seen so much. The sky burning. Oceans boiling. She had fought aliens in space! And while she knew ‘true’ magic, and wielded it with a certain expertise, she never stopped loving the art of stage magic. The allure and lustre of performing never dulled even after she learned the mystic arts. And today she did something she never thought could be done without using some of that ‘real’ magic. An illusion so ingenious and spectacular that pulling it off before a rapt crowd gave her that effervescent thrill once more… that raucous applause of the audience earned from real hard work, practice and effort.

And this handsome Frenchman wearing the striped slacks was to thank for that. Zatanna had been worried for no reason. To have her regular show planner and partner Mikey go on sabbatical almost felt like losing a limb. But the experienced woman had recommended one of the best to keep Zatana’s show going… and now the magician had little reason to doubt his ability.

She could hug him she was so pleased. So she did.

“Oh… we are hugging now,” Jacques said, surprised but not ungrateful to feel this lovely, buxom brunette’s body pressed against him. “I should come up with expensive, dangerous, once in a lifetime illusions for you to perform more often, no?”

She looked up at him, the slightly taller man’s charming smile and sparkling blue eyes leaving stars in her own.

“You better. I’m not done with you yet!” she told him, her breath then catching. He stared at her, jaw a little slack… then they remembered where they were and straightened, arms put back to their sides.

“Great show,” he tried, hoping the heat he felt in his face wasn’t showing. It was, and Zatanna couldn’t help her smile and the flutter in her stomach.

“Thanks. I do want to thank you,” she replied, trying to sound casual but then a passing thought got caught in her mind. “So thank you, Jaques. Merci.” Seeing that his shirt collar was upturned, and his tie was crooked, she reached for him and started to straighten his outfit.

“De rien. Perhaps then we could… go for a drink … maybe coffee?” he said hopefully, enjoying her fussing with his collar and the feigned concentration of her brow, which she raised at his suggestion.

“Ah… so you are interested in my company,” she noted, now carefully adjusting his neck tie.

“What man wouldn’t be?” he asked rhetorically. “And I do just mean a coffee… if you would like.”

Zatanna smirked. What a gentleman. She expected the French to be a bit more forward, what with their reputation. They had been mildly flirty with each other in the weeks leading up to this show, but managed to keep the line professional because they were both seasoned show people. But now… perhaps due to the adrenaline still running through her system from that blood pumping performance… she didn’t care about that line. She very much wanted to cross it.

“I don’t know…” she began, her tone made uncertain and she saw how it drooped his eyebrows. “I don’t like drinking coffee so late.”

“A bar maybe?” he offered still not defeated, his accent a smidge thicker now. Zatanna had finished with his tie and and rested a hand on his chest, moving it across as if to smooth out a wrinkle in his shirt. She could feel his heartbeat thumping. Felt the warmth of his pecs. She let her touch slide a little lower and liked how the motion made Jacques shiver.

“Or maybe we skip all of that,” she suggested, fingers now resting on his belt buckle. “Perhaps we can share a little… Parisian dessert together…”

The stage manager could only stare at the gorgeous magician giving him such a sultry look.

“I’m from Marseille actually,” said Jacques, his lips curled.

“Oh… then I guess my Eiffel Tower jokes won’t apply here…” she noted, trailing a gloved finger down to the seam at the crotch of his pants. The Frenchman was about to say something in witty reply but then she grabbed hold of his package full palm and gave it a light squeeze.

“Mon dieu!” he gasped, knees wobbling. She smiled, feeling him swell against her hand, the fabric of his slacks straining.

“Oui oui,” Zatanna smiled, unbuckling him then dropping to her knees.

Jacques caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the dressing table behind her. Saw his own disbelieving expression surrounded by lights. How had he gotten so lucky? He cast his gaze back down and watched the stunning magician unzip his striped slacks, those magical fingers groping around his bulging underwear. The man shivered, nerves on fire, about ready to tear through his own boxer briefs. Then he felt the soft, cold silk slip past his waistband and wrap around his shaft. She fished out his hard, hot cock with her gloved hands and marveled at the perfect size of him. She even liked the fuzzy bit of bush he had.

The Frenchman let out a breath, wincing at how amazing it felt. He hadn’t gotten this hard this fast since his was a teenager. At one point, while working with Zatanna these past weeks, he thought he might have started growing desensitized to her titillating costume. That plunging neckline… those fishnets… but he was wrong. Watching her move about with so much exposed flesh only kept him at the ready. Once he felt the heat of her body he was off to the races. And he had never gotten a handjob with a silk glove before. He was floating at the soft, needy strokes being applied to him by this expert of sleight of hand.

Zatanna licked her lips, eyes taking in every swollen inch of the man throbbing in her glove. So hard for her. She couldn’t wait to know how he tasted. She opened her mouth and pressed a tongue soaked in drool to his thick shaft. First it was the heat of him. She imagined her spit sizzling of his chock in a hiss of steam, like she was licking a brand. Then the bitter salt met her lips and she moaned at just how wonderful the flavor of his skin was.

Maybe it had been a while. It had been a long time since she had done this sort of thing. Gotten intimate with anyone really. Between her stage career and heroic life, there wasn’t much time for romance. Or even a fling. Not that there weren’t people… people she worked with, in entertainment or the Justice League. There were plenty of fuckable people in the Justice League, she thought. Batman for one, but he was always so preoccupied. Superman for another, however that felt a bit like wanting to fuck Santa, not that she hadn’t ever fantasized about testing his Man of Steel moniker. Even Hal had been in her imagination once, but he was in space a lot. She wondered what Cyborg’s cock might look like… To be honest it was hard not to think about these larger than life people who all were incredibly hot. But she never tried anything with them (Bruce notwithstanding). Perhaps out of respect. Perhaps she didn’t want to complicate things. Heroes were complicated people.

She looked up at Jacques, a man with complexities of his own despite the simple look of wonder on his face as she lapped her way up his delicious dick. Yes he was a colleague. It probably wasn’t wise to get involved but… he seemed like an alright guy. He was good looking. And he tasted so good. He also might not be around too long… once Mikey came back. Zatanna was undecided on whether that would be a positive thing or not, but these thoughts to the future were pushed further and further from her mind as her need to cover more of his cock in her own spit grew and grew.

She got up to his neglected head, saw that bead of precum she had drawn from him and slurped it up. Her lips wrapped around his tip and she pressed his flavour onto the back of her tongue, enjoying how his legs trembled and the groan that escaped his throat. Precum had never tasted so good before… and she wondered if he would make more. She sucked at his meat, taking more past her lips, starting to obsess about having him fill her mouth with cock. He was getting harder, growing. She started to play with his nuts, digging the silk fingertips of her gloves into his soft wrinkles, but he was heavy and swollen too. Her mouth watered, knowing what would soon come.

Jacques made more noises then took her head in his hand. His fingers ran through her soft black hair, her warm scalp on his palm. But he wasn’t in control as Zatanna to bobbed on his cock, he was just holding on as she endeavoured to take him deeper. This was undoubtedly the best blowjob he had ever received. She was so eager with her hot wet hole, that tongue slurping around his girth as she fucked him with her mouth. She was truly a magician, making his cock disappear and reappear most wonderfully, over and over again. He could barely take much more. The performance was about ready to end him. Though his mind was fogged with lustful pleasure he was still mindful of her. If he wanted to actually have that drink he couldn’t just fill her mouth his cum like he so desperately wanted to.

“I’m close… I’m close…” he warned her urgently, and those crystal bluegreen eyes flashed up at him. Hearing that from the thoughtful man almost flicked a switch in Zatanna. She gulped her spit and kept on blowing his engorged member. The woman was no stranger to these kinds of things. She usually didn’t really mind the outcome of what she was currently doing, be it on her face or her tits… even on her tongue. It was like another kind of applause. A sign of appreciation for her performance. What it felt like and what it tasted like wasn’t the point. At least… it never used to be. But now she had a different urge growing in her chest. Her heart was thumping knowing that at any moment he was about to burst and deliver her something she suddenly really really really needed. But where did she want it, her frenzied mind wondered.

But then it seemed obvious.