Test The Limits Of Logomancy

A/N: Before we start, just wanted to give a quick shout-out to DarkStar239 for all the support and kind words they've given so far. To be complimented by someone who has several very popular stories on this site is definitely a confidence booster. So thank you very much and I hope you continue enjoying this lurid tale.

"Master. We've arrived home."

At Tifa's announcement, Rob willed himself to release, spurting his seed all over Zatanna, whom had her pillowy breasts wrapped about his cock. Cum flew across the magician, her breasts, her face, her tongue, her silky black hair, Zatanna purring in delight at a job well done.

After the show ended, Rob and company quickly absconded from the scene, Rob and Zatanna all to eager to explore their new arrangement, as well as each other's bodies. To that end, Tifa took the long way home as the two enjoyed some quality time alone, just the two of them...

And the bodies of Hermione, Cho, Ginny, and Luna, who were sleeping off the **** and orgy in the backseat, as well. Rob had to admit, it was handy having someone like Zatanna around, who could clean up the mess of a wild gangbang with but a few words. The four girls slept peacefully all the while, clothes and bodies completely clean, and smelling faintly of wildflowers.

Tifa held the door open for Rob, who exited and gallantly offered a hand to Zatanna, escorting her out of the car, as well. "Tifa, Zatanna and I will be retreating to the master bedroom. I don't want to be disturbed for the evening."

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and bring Hermione and the others into the master bedroom, too. I think they require a reward for all their hard work tonight."

"As you wish, Master."

Walking arm-in-arm, Rob escorted Zatanna up the drive and into the house itself. It was past 9, so the house was quiet, Rob's girls having finished their duties for the day and - with the Master out of the house - their evening was to themselves. Some certainly had gone out to hit the town for any number of reasons, while others had retreated to the various rooms of the manor for their own personal pursuits. It wasn't all mindless sex and humiliating tasks in Rob's household, he did believe in letting his slaves live an rich, inner life beyond serving him.

Zatanna said nothing as Rob led her past the entrance doors, across the foyer, and up the double-wide staircase, but her dark eyes flitted back and forth, taking everything in. Silently, she absorbed all she could and took the measure of the man who now owned her. Who she now loved and adored with all her heart.

Tifa had set Hermione and the others atop Rob's gigantic super caesar bed (he had been pleasantly surprised to learn of all the sizes greater than king when shopping for it), while Rob took his seat on a plush leather chair in the corner of his magnificent bedroom suite, ushering Zatanna to sit on his lap. Rob let out a content sigh, a noise of pure happiness and fulfillment, closely cradling the magician against his body.

There, the two simply cuddled. No fervent displays of corruption, control, and submission. No marathon sessions of animalistic hardcore sex. Rob kissed Zatanna, gently, along her neck. He stroked her hair. Rested his head on her shoulders, her chest. Heard and felt her heartbeat. Let her the way her body felt and smelled, and her warmth, sink in to his memory.

Eventually, Zatanna flashed him a wry smile, murmuring out, "Not exactly what I was expecting, if I'm being honest..."

"Sorry," came Rob's reply, soft and sheepish.

"No, no. Apologies. This is... nice." Zatanna sighed, almost mimicking the noise Rob made earlier, as she settled into his lap, wrapping her arms about him, resting her head on his barrel-chest. "If I may, can I ask a few questions, Master?" Rob's reply was instantaneous.

"Anything you want."

And so was Zatanna's inquiries.

"Who are you? How have you managed all of this?"

Rob sank into his chair, considering the question, weighing how much or how little to reveal. Probably should keep the whole "you're a fictional character" thing under wraps. Didn't want a magician with reality bending powers to undergo a massive and sudden existential crisis. But, when he looked down at the inquisitive and sparkling eyes of his newest beloved, Rob knew he couldn't deny her the entire truth.

"I found a genie within a lamp." Rob said after a time, totally casual in his explanation. The way a regular person might say 'I found it next to the dairy aisle at the supermarket'. "She granted me three wishes, you know, usual genie stuff. So, I wished for unimaginable wealth, to basically become a living sex god in terms of performance and pleasure, and, that all the women I love and desire would fall for me and become my slaves."

"Well, that certainly is a lot." Zatanna replied. Leave it to the magical superhero to be completely nonchalant about the existence of something as incredible as a genie. "And you clearly gave your wishes some thought. Everything all serves the purpose of maintaining a harem for yourself."

Rob offered a smile and shrugged. "It was one of those hypotheticals I spent a lot of time thinking about. Never thought it would actually be relevant."

"And these women you 'love and desire'. I assume that I am one of them?" Zatanna teased, lightly running her fingertips along his chest.

"You... are one of the ones." Rob said, following up with a kiss. The kind of kiss where everything melts. Lovers and emotions and the world around them. Where time begins to lose meaning. Not a raging wildfire, but a small and steady flame, and just as hot. Pure and concentrated. "I have had my eye on you, Zatanna dear, for quite some time. You have no idea how happy I am, just to have you in my arms."

This got Zatanna blushing, slightful and gracefully, as bits of pink crept in along her cheeks. She couldn't help but smile, even as she averted her gaze from Rob. "My, you certainly are a charmer. I suppose that answers my other question, a bit too."

"Who I am?" Rob puffed his chest up proudly. "If there's one thing I have learned since finding that genie, it is who I am: I a am hedonist!" He declared proudly, motioning to the stately, princely, and kingly bedroom they were sitting in, then giving his gut a hearty slap. "I want the best in life, I want pleasure and luxury, and I want to absolutely drown in it! Food, money, and women. Before, in my past life, I could only indulge in it whenever money allowed. But now, the world is my oyster! The most beautiful women in the world will be at my beck and call, and that's just the start! There's no limit to what I can obtain."

"And I'll happily be by your side, the entire time. I'll drown with you." Now it was Zatanna's turn to kiss Rob, slow and sweet. When she parted, a bare whisper left her plush lips, "My Master..."

Two simple words, words Rob had heard a thousand times from a dozen women the past weeks. Yet from Zatanna, it set his entire body alight. His body ached, his heart swooned, and his soul trembled in sheer pleasure from her admission, her devotion, her love. He wanted her so bad...

But he also had questions. Questions that needed answers for his future plans to succeed.

"If I may, my dear, I want to know about your magic." Rob began. "Your real magic. I want to know it's true limits. From what I've learned there is... conflicting information." Which was code for 'there's no real consensus among writers or fans how it works and changes from run to run and continuity to continuity'.

"My logomancy?" Now it was time for Zatanna to contemplate. Rob could see the gears turning behind her eyes - he was beginning to fall deeply in love with those bright, dark eyes of hers - as she thought the best way to satisfy his curiosity. "Basically, it allows me to access the fundamental code of creation and alter it. I can summon and create. Transform and enchant and charm. My spells are fueled by willpower, my emotions, and my desire, as well as my natural arcane energies. How much of each I need depends on what I'm trying to do. Summoning is easiest. Creation and transformation... depends on my target. But to enchant the mind and enscorcel the heart and soul... that takes great effort.

"There's a number of factors to how it works, really. Whether my target is willing or not. Rare or not. Living or not. Sapient or not. How much willpower and magical power they have to combat mine. How close I am to the target in a physical sense. Reality is very stubborn when one tries to change it by ****, so anything that makes it easier to do so helps in the long run.

"Fortunately for you, my beloved Master, my love for you is fathomless, and I desire what you desire, so anything you ask me to do will be backed by an incredibly strong will, emotion, and desire. But even that has it's limits. If you wanted me to create a specific piece of furniture from nothing, it would be no problem. To enslave a woman a hundred miles away... even my devotion has it's limits I'm afraid."

Rob intently listened to Zatanna's lecture in focused silence. It couldn't have been easy, could it? Of course, Rob knew Zatanna couldn't just speak a few backwards sentences and make him God-Emperor of the Milky Way. Not that he would want to, anyway. Too much responsibility for one thing. Plus, here's the challenge in that? The fun? The thrill of the hunt? But he did have other purposes for her, and he might have to push her beyond her limits to accomplish them.

"What if you became magically stronger?" Rob asked. "Would that help you... rewrite the code easier?"

"Potentially, yes. Though, I already am one of the strongest magic-users in the world. Increasing my strength to such a noticeable degree would require much time and effort on my part.

"Well, what if we were to find a way around all the training?" Rob suggested. "A magic life hack? Like, say, using a few lesser magic users as a battery?" Zatanna gave him a look, part curious, part concerned, but Rob brushed it aside. An experiment for a later date.

"I think your magic can help me now, as is." Rob said. "I have my wealth and my harem, but I'm still only human. I need to go even further beyond if I fully want to embrace the life I want."

Zatanna withdrew from his lap without a word, only offering a smile and a slight bow. She placed her tophat back on and cleared her throat. "Please, Master, tell me. Let me help you. It's my one and only desire."

Rob told her. Three things. Almost like the three wishes that began all of this.

Zatanna's voice filled the room like a hurricane, booming with volume and power.

"Retsam Bor on regnol sah lacigoloib deen rof peels!"

The hurricane hit Rob, rocking him in his seat, but he felt energized. There were so many beautiful women in the world, and only so many waking hours in the day. Even with eleven - now an even dozen with Zatanna - slaves in his life, he found it hard to give them all the love and attention they deserved. Now with twenty-four hours at his disposal, everyday, he could certainly rectify that.

A bomb went off in the room, Zatanna flooding Rob with more magical power.

"Retsam Bor nac yleerf mrofsnart sih sinep ta lliw!"

This time, the tingling was localized in his crotch, Rob dropping trow to reveal his girthy monster. He was more than happy with the average length, above average thickness he possessed, but there were a handful of time already he wished he had an absolute monster of a dong. And he knew there would be a handful of times in the future. Plus, he had some real kinky shit in mind no normal man could pull off.

With a thought, his cock expanded, from soft to rock hard and then beyond, lengthening to a full foot-long of dick, still as thick with ever, bulging and veiny, the blood vessels pulsing in time with his heart. Another thought, and the entire thing grew some more, thickening too, a sheath formed around the base of his cock and the flesh began dappled and spotted, the head flattening out. Soon, a gargantuan flared horse cock hanged in between his legs, sixteen-inches in length and six inches thick. It was blaring hot, too, radiating with carnal heat, almost steaming in the air conditioned bedroom.

Then, the entire thing exploded into a bouquet of writhing tentacles. Warty and bumpy and covered in suction cups - ribbed for her pleasure - and dripping with slime. The two dozen tendrils snakes and lashed about in the air, before Rob willed it all to retract back, his cock returning to normal, with no ill effects to it or it's owner.

Oh yeah, now the fun could begin...

Rob looked at Zatanna and gave a nod. The magician caught her breath and uttered a thunderclap.

"Retsam Bor nac etaerc senolc fo flesmih!"

The power filled Rob's core, every molecule in his body thrumming with energy. The other problem with having so many slaves was, even with all the time in the world, there was still only one of him. One cock, to three holes per slavegirl (plus other bits) times a dozen, time forty, times a hundred, times lord knows how many equals just not enough. Now, Rob could summon the perfect partner to double team his harem: himself. And himself, and himself. Ad infinitum. He was an instant orgy, a one-man gangbang. A Master for every ****, and a **** for every Master.

While Rob admired his new powers in silent awe, Zatanna had collapsed atop the bed, chest heavy, black locks pasted to her forehead. She was clearly at her limit, even with all of the advantages given to her. Granting another being superpowers - even a being as beloved as Rob was to her - was a doozy of a spell to weave, especially on short notice.

Rob crawled across the and bed and offered a soft kiss. "You can rest, my darling, and I'll give you your reward and then some tomorrow. But I have one more thing for you to do."

Breathless and exhausted, she still managed a faint, joyful smile. Zatanna asked, "What can I do for you, my lord and Master?"