A honeymoon suite on an island in the middle of the Mediterranean

The two of you port back into existence and you head to a nearby chair to get your feet under you. You've never done teleportation before and it's certainly an odd experience. Sitting down, you examine just where you are.

It's a hotel room most likely, with a large canopy bed with red luxurious silken sheets. Ornate furniture lines the walls with tasteful artwork hanging above it. Countless candles litter the room, but they are unlit due to the fact that it is the middle of the day outside. You try to remember the time, if you were correct it should be roughly sunrise at the moment. In amazement, you wander over to the balcony. It contains a gorgeous view, teal waters as far as the eye can see. You seem to be on the top level of a hotel adjacent to a small colorful town. At least from your point of view, you seem to be on an island.

You turn back towards Zatanna, intending to ask where you are but you are taken aback by her nudity. It seems that while you were taking in where the two of you went, she was focusing on seducing you once again. She's as glorious as you expect. Her tits are impossibly perky despite their size, and you can tell her nipples are hard as diamond. She's shaved, and you can almost see just how wet she is from across the room. Her thighs, though, might be the best you've ever seen. Pale and toned, they display an enticing small gap just below her pussy.

"Now where were we?" She says as she struts right up to you, kissing you deeply. You're about to run out of breath when she breaks off and begins stripping you as well. She rips off your upper body armor with a great deal of ****, ruffling your hair in the process. She pushes you onto the nearby bed and yanks off your combat boots. While she's taking care of your boots, you unzip your pants, taking both it and your underwear down in one go. In a moment you are just as naked as she is, and the two of lie down on the bed together, making out like teenagers.

You pull off after just the moment, murmuring, "Now it's time for me to return the favor." You slowly move to the foot of the bed and position your head between her legs. She's wetter than a hurricane, the effects of Poison Ivy's aphrodisiac still running rampart in her system. You decide to start slowly, teasing her clit with your tongue. But it seems like even a couple licks are enough to send her to the edge. Within thirty seconds of going down on her she orgasms, scissor locking your head to her pussy as she moans in appreciation.

Soon after, her thighs relax releasing you from her grasp. You quickly slither up towards her mouth, kissing her in appreciation. You hope that she can taste her juices on your face, and by her continued moans you assume that you're successful. You back out into missionary position and lie your cock on her stomach. It looks obscene right there, the mass of flesh positively huge and reaching almost to her breasts. Thinking of how successful it was during your blow job, you decide to return to dirty talking.

"Beg for it. I know how much you need it. Beg for it, and I might just fuck you to oblivion."

"Please Shad. You're right, I need it. I need it more than I need anything. More than I need to be a celebrity. More than I need to be a superhero. More than I need my magic. Please. Claim me for eternity."

Well, you can't argue with that. You place your dick at her entrance and slowly push in, her well-lubricated cunt making you feel right at home. You keep pushing in, expecting to hit her cervix, but it never comes. You pause in confusion, but you realize that when you came down her throat her body changed to accommodate you. Bottoming out, you lean down and whisper into her ear.

"Wow, what a good little slut. Taking all twelve inches of me. By the way, my name is Michael. Just so you know what to scream while I'm fucking you"

With that you start fucking, going out until just your penis head is inside her, then slamming back in. You hefty cock head is clipping her g-spot every time you thrust, and she appreciates it, howling in pleasure. You can't stop, and soon Zatanna orgasms, clenching tightly around your cock. You decide to ramp it up, playing the two cards up your sleeves. You will your penis to become bumpy, and start making it vibrate. You want to bring Zatanna to new heights, and it will require every tool at your disposal.

Zatanna yelps in surprise, and meeting your eyes, smiles in drunken pleasure. "Oh Michael. God that feels good. But you're not the only way who can fuck like that. Ekam ym yssup etarbiv!" All of sudden, her pussy is doing the same thing as your dick, vibrating. It's intensely pleasurable, and you roar as you start fucking her hard again.

It's not too long before you begin to feel the urge to cum. You know that Zatana is right along with you, so you ask, "Where do you want my cum, little slut?" As you do so, you reach a hand to her breasts and begin groping it, not caring at all about her pleasure.

"Yes, Michael. Right on my fucking tits. Mark me as yours. Make it so every time I go back to

Watchtower, every superheroine knows who I know belong too. The new, big dicked stud: The Shadow."

Her talk puts you over the edge, and you withdraw your penis, painting your load all over her chest. Again, despite cumming not fifteen minutes ago and four times tonight, your amount of cum is immense. With Zatanna taking it into her hands to milk everything out, her tits are absolute soaked with jizz. Petering out, Zatanna releases your dick, and scoops up a sample of your cum, tasting it. Smiling, she states, "Yum. Just as delicious as last time. You got a real gift here, Michael."

You lie down next to her as she continues to snack, winded from the exertion. You're happy, you've finally found a woman who can truly keep up with you, and you can't imagine anything better.