Stick your dick in the hat.

Bravery wasn’t a trait you would apply to yourself, but in that moment you felt brave. Perhaps more horny than courageous to be honest. You were careful about it at least, first inspecting the inside of the hat which appeared to be a perfectly normal piece of cranial apparel. There was complete blackness within. Only the lingering spark of magic on the edge of the brim gave anything away. With a shrug you turned it back the proper way, no small feat with the state of your fingers but you managed, and slowly lowered it over your crotch… you stopped before your throbbing dick tip passed the threshold.

Were you really about to do this? You stared at the silk hat and your erection and lifted the hat up.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you said out loud.

Zatanna’s fingers descend from the hat. She reached down, glove searchingly patting at your pelvis. You watched this for a second, the image of this whole situation bewildering, until amusement overcame your doubts. You moved the hat to the side a bit, guiding the hand until her wrist bumped into your junk. Once she located your tool she grasped it, gently, but with intent. The cool silk felt amazing and your concerns melted away.

She gave you all of three strokes before you lowered the hat all the way over your crotch. “Oh wow…”

You felt a difference in the air on the other side of the portal. It felt cooler, like it was in an airconditioned room turned down just a couple of degrees too much. She had let go of you and you wondered what would happen next, staring at the top of the hat. You had the realisation that your dick and balls were somewhere else now… thousands of miles away.

She grabbed you again, still gloved, and you started getting beat off on the other side of the portal. Not being able to see her was at once disappointing but also thrilling. She was slow to start. Practicing patience perhaps. Her grip was firm but the silk made it slippery. It added coolness as she ran her hand up and down your hardening shaft. You found your toes curling with the steady, soothing pace of Zatanna’s skilled fingers. There was warm air at your swollen tip. Breath.

The differential in temperature was noticeable when you had nothing else to focus on other than the feelings. The bead of precum you knew that would have been gathering was cooled by her panting. Then a wet swipe. Fleeting but the sudden slick sensation made you gasp. She had obviously licked you. Needed to taste you. A few more seconds of blind stroking then warmth pressed against your head. Longer contact this time. A kiss. God her lips were soft. She didn’t stop jerking you. Kept coaxing out your precum and her tongue lapped it up. Ocassionally she licked the length of you. Kissing your skin and balls.

You breathed out, holding onto the hat, setting it firmly in place and closing your eyes to shut out the rest of the dimly lit room. That’s when she began to suck your cock in earnest. She took the head in, unable to resist her own urges any longer. Three fingers were left wrapped around the base of your cock. You felt the pressure of them like her hand was hanging off you. You could imagine the position she was in now, where your cock was in relation to her. The portal must have been in front of her, your dick sticking out horizontally for Zatanna’s access, like some whore at a magical glory hole portal. At least that’s the image you held in your imagination.

Your cock got wetter and wetter as she bobbed, fitting you deeper in her mouth with each needy felation. It was now when you noticed the breathing. Yours. No other sounds really… just you alone in your room. Whatever magic created this portal blocked all noise from the other side. But you could almost hear her from the way she began to inhale your cock. The pressure and **** when she went down on you. The slurping of her tongue when she pulled herself back, tight lips never leaving your meat. Rinse and repeat for long luxurious, soaking minutes. The magician was a pro. And she loved what she did. You didn’t need to see or hear her. The eagerness that she sucked you with was clear. Wanting you to fill her mouth. Her silky fingers stroked your balls. Time to empty them.

You grunted, ejaculating into the void of the hat. She would have felt that first throb of your cock in her mouth as that jet came. Zatanna didn’t stop her work, bobbing and sucking as you came for her. There was the vibration of her tongue, her moans almost being transmitted to you through your pulsing shaft. You squeezed the hat, fingers stinging, but any discomfort was washed away from you feeding the magician your cum. She guzzled it down, never letting a drop spill as far as you could tell. Her lips were always sealed around your cock and she sucked until you were spent. Damn did it feel good, and you slumped back onto the bed with a long sigh.

You looked at the tophat still balanced on your crotch. There were few more greedy pumps from Zatanna’s gloved hands, her mouth still latched to your swelled tip, until she seemed satisfied enough to let you go. There was a faint ‘woosh’ sound and you imagined the portal moving up your cock and then the odd sensation of… normalness. You blinked. Now you simply had a hat sitting on you. It got tipped to one side to reveal your perfectly intact, still semi hard member. It was shiny with spit but otherwise no different to how it was before you stuck it into the magical headwear. But then you saw, at the base of your shaft, a red mark. On second look it was a set of lip prints left behind by a very familiar shade of lipstick.

You felt relieved and a smidge … used. Not that you minded one iota. Looking inside the hat again you saw it was now nothing more than that. Completely clean inside. Then something small dropped out of it, landing on your sheets. It was a rectangular card, a pale rose colour with glittering purple script on it, and another imprint of lipstick over a signature.

It read:

Thanks Doc.

- Zatanna.