[Back to Now. Back to Zatanna’s Bedroom]

Zatanna sighed at those memories, sinking into her sheets as she gently pressed a finger through her own silky folds.

That had been the last time she saw Jacques. Or at least the last time she saw his cock in real life. She ended up on a four day mission after taking up that call to action. Most of spent it trapped in some sort of interdimensional ether realm overrun with demons. And all she could think about half the time was her stage manager’s dick. And the taste of his cum. And how much she wanted it again. If it wasn’t for Black Canary and Firestorm having her back in the maelstrom she might have lost an arm from the distraction. Or her head.

The sorceress had to take a hard look at herself then. Had to assess her state of mind and admit there was a problem. She had of course heard about it on the news but hadn’t really paid it too much mind. Now she realised she was afflicted. She had a cum addiction. It explained her suddenly impulsive behaviour. Why she jumped all over Jacques before ever having a proper conversation with the man that didn’t involve her job. And why she was struggling to properly function without that fix. For a little while she hoped that her homo magi constitution might have meant she could handle it, but as the days wore on she knew her thirst was getting worse. She couldn’t even see her teammate Firestorm without wondering what shape his penis was. What it would look like erect. Would it be on fire? He seemed to be ‘burning’ all the time… could she even suck him off or would he justs be too hot to touch? Some of the demons they fought even started to tempt her and she had no way to know what their jizz would even be like. So Zatanna was left without any other option. She cast a spell.

It required no small amount of effort to pull off, but she managed to calm her urges with sorcery. She had to balance the energies. Keep her libido in check and feed her thirsts in some other way. She sunk it into a magic pit in herself, basically. Caged it. Vaulted it. And it did work. She was able to think clearly again, to have thoughts unmarred by images of cock and cum playing through them.

By the time she returned to Earth she had it all under control. Even seeing Jacques again didn’t trigger her need. She just whispered the sobering spell to herself and could move on with her life. He moved on too. Once her regular partner Mikey returned, Jacques graciously stepped down and eventually went back to Marseilles. They did still keep in contact and sent each other messages over the holidays. He was nice. He was going out with some spunky redhead or something now.

And while Zatanna never lapsed, her self-treatment did have some drawbacks. Some side effects. The spell was draining in its own way, and if her concentration slipped, a rush of hormones and pent up desires would well up inside her. She could tamp them down well enough, working more of her magic, but something had to give. And giving it to herself seemed to provide some relief in that aspect. She managed to keep herself ‘normal’ a majority of the time... for months now.

Today had been one of the harder days. She lay there in her bed, still only teasing herself, her wet pussy leaking into her sheets. She had seen what became of Wonder Woman. That even an Amazon Princess could even become addicted was astounding. To see her actually suck a dick and guzzle the cum right out of a man was indescribablly erotic and arousing. Her spell had slipped then, a slight falter of concentration and the lust wound through her like fire in her blood. Doctor Doe’s cock was so thick and perfect and he came so much. She wanted to be right there on her knees next to her heroic idol and take that load right with her. He had so much to spare. Luckily she magicked the urge away. Folded it into her soul.

Zatanna let that memory unfold now. Let it stick instead of putting it away. She held it in her mind, then spoke a spell.

“Yromem ym em wohs…” she sighed, and a breezed seemed to catch her words and above her something swirled. From the centre of her sweating forehead arose a smoky energy, tinged in pink, like wisps of fairy floss. It gathered and formed as she watched it float over her, and two figures emerged. On the right stood that man she had only met yesterday, Doctor John Doe. To the right, kneeling before him, was Wonder Woman, eyeing the good doctor’s beautiful erection like it was the most amazing treat.

“Doctor Doe… Can I suck your cock?” the image of Wonder Woman asked demurely. He seemed stunned at the words, Zatanna feeling herself become wetter hearing them too. The Amazon Princess shuffled forward more, her tone almost pleading. “Doctor… Please… May I suck your cock?” She had reached out to grasp him at the base and Zatanna stared at how it made him throb, that bead of precum on the tip of his cock making her own mouth water.

The doctor nodded, and that was all the signal Wonder Woman needed and her mouth was upon his hard flesh. The magician moaned and pulled the image down lower from the ceiling so she could see the action better. With this spell (usually used for her own investigative purposes) Zatanna could watch in great detail (although tinged a rosy pink) everything Wonder Woman had done to Doctor John’s cock. Yes the sorceress didn’t need porn when she had this at her fingertips. Her own fingers started spreading the slickness between her thighs to cover her warm vulva. She loved feeling wet all over. To have her skin slick and sloppy. She imagined that Wonder Woman had her tongue on her while in the playing memory it was that cock she was so hungrily devouring. Oh how Zatanna wished she could taste him too. The muscled hero made it look so divinely scrumptious, salivating profusely.

“Suck that cock… yeah go on… ohh fuuuck…” the magician whispered, watching the show she had to constantly shy away from when she was actually there. All she wanted to do was watch back then. Well, she wanted to do more than that, but she had to pretend that it disgusted her. She had to feign discomfort, when in reality she had become so aroused she felt her fishnets leaking. Luckily she wicked it away with a spell. Now she didn’t need to care. She let her pussy flow, let her fingers dip into her moist lips. She brought those wet tips to her mouth, sucking on them, imagining the taste of Wonder Woman’s pussy and Doctor Doe’s cock.

Zatanna understood sexuality was on a sliding spectrum of sorts, and while she quite comfortably identified with her heterosexual leanings, very few mortals could resist the allure of Wonder Woman. Everyone was gay for Wonder Woman. The more she watched the memory, as the determined heroine tried to take more and more of Doc’s cock, the more Zatanna wanted to feel those lips herself. Obviously she wanted to jump John too, but right now she had her focus on the cum addicted Sapphic Goddess.

“Here it comes… I’m gonna cum Diana...Diana!” the doctor moaned and Zatanna shivered, her fingers curling inside quivering pussy.

“Oh god yes take it…” she cheered, watching as it happened. She remembered staring, the memory making her flush just as she did on the plane. She just couldn’t help it and suspected the Doctor made the announcement deliberately to catch her out. And she was glad he did. She saw the way his cock pulsed and how Wonder Woman moaned around each undoubtedly thick spurt. The Amazon managed to catch every bolt right into her mouth too, but Zatanna didn’t need to see it to know it was a massive load. The way he kept grunting and his cock kept throbbing, she knew how incredibly generous the doctor was as a donor.

She watched with envious thirst as Wonder Woman swallowed those warm gooey mouthfuls of the doctor’s good seed. She fucked herself with her fingers, thumbing the hood of her clit. She thought back to Jacques filling her mouth and sliding down the back of her throat. She wished John’s cock could be stuffed into her mouth instead of Wonder Woman’s. She finally let loose, the pulse of pleasure spreading through her body from her contracting cunt. It exploded a moment later and made her cry out, toes curling as she pressed her nub and shoved the fingers deeper. All of the stress and angst that she’d wound into herself became a buzzing noise to her as she climaxed, writhing in the damp silk sheets.

She opened her eyes, gasping for breath. The memory continued to float over her, and she continued to tingle. She didn’t stop playing with herself, and waved a free hand in front of her. The rosy image clouded and shifted and then settled into the recognizable figures again.

“Doctor… Please… May I suck your cock?” Wonder Woman said in the replay.

“Go on slut…” Zatanna sighed, watching it from a different angle now. It was John’s point of view, and the magician felt her heart flutter with the way the heroic princess ‘looked up’ at her. She wouldn’t take long to cum this time… probably wouldn’t even make it to the part where Wonder Woman swallowed his load…