Wonder Woman

I looked over my shoulder at the muscular dark-haired Amazon, her shocked face quickly storming into fury, a dark snarl warping her lips.

“You!” her brown eyes narrowed. “It may be okay to feel me up, but to **** a woman? By the goddess, I will punish you!”

She raised her fists, readying to strike me.

“If I may,” I said, frowning at the brunette, noting the sticker still affixed across the top of her right breast. Come to think about it, when did she go to more revealing armor? I could have sworn it had given her fuller coverage in the past. As much as women’s armor ‘covers’ these days. Look at Power Girl’s white top. She’s practically falling out of it. “It’s normal not to attack me while I defend myself when accused. Especially falsely accused. We’re two consenting adults –”

“Very,” Zatanna growled hungrily, glaring at the warrior.

“– What we do together when alone is our business,” I continued coldly, a little angry at the sudden cockblocking. A little. As much as I wanted to fuck the nearly naked minx, I was still in the Watchtower. Evidence Wonder Woman’s intrusion. “If you wanted to join in –” Her blue eyes flared. “– Yeah, I thought so. I agree a closet isn’t the best place for a rendezvous, so we’ll, ah, take it elsewhere.”

Her brown eyes narrowed. Right… She’s not buying this. Okay…

“Please, ah, Wonder Woman, Zatanna and I are having a perfectly normal, if an unsuitable place, encounter. We’ll move along to somewhere – more appropriate.”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” the superhero frowned at me. “Very well. I may not approve,” her brown eyes glanced fiercely at the magician, “But – it is your choice.” She shook her head, appeared to bite back a sigh, and turned away. I narrowed my gaze on her retreating back.

“Wonder Woman,” I whispered, “Feel that it is normal and right to be completely loyal to and protective of me, possibly even to the exclusion of the rest of the world.”

The dark-haired woman paused for a moment, her hand on the door, her fingers twitching. A sharp breath escaped her lips and she walked out of the closet, the door closing behind her. With the Amazon gone, I turned my attention back to the nearly naked Zatanna. Her bright cyan eyes searched my gaze.

“You placed the missing sticker on her, didn’t you?”

“It’s normal to place one of the stickers on anyone I want,” I said. “As normal as your supporting me with making more of the stickers. As many as I want.”

The brunette licked her lips nervously.

“Are you a good little super-slut, Zatanna?” I asked.

“I – I am,” the woman admitted in a small voice.

“Are you my good little super-slut?”

Her eyes trembled, her tongue flicking out again and running over her dark red lips.

“Will – will you treat me well?”

“So long do as I wish,” I said. “If not, it’s perfectly normal to be punished however I wish.”

“Of – of course,” the brunette nodded. “Absolutely. I’m – I’m your good little super-slut.”

“Very good,” I smiled. “Now, as this is not the best place for me to fuck your brains out, we should move this along. Wonder Woman may keep her opinion to herself, but Green, ah Arrow, if I remember correctly, may come looking for me. And whichever of Batman’s current Boy Wonder was leading us around with him. Most likely to send me home after whatever had happened.”

Zatanna frowned bitterly. “Fuck. You’re right.” With a flick of her wrist, the cloud of sparkly darkness returned floating up and over her body from her ankles to her neck, covering her nakedness with a three-layered ruffled black mini skirt and a form-fitting white crop top with spaghetti straps and a deep V-neck, her hard nipples pressing against the cloth.

“Nice,” I smirked, admiring the exposed expanse of skin.

“Thank you, sir,” she smiled demurely, her long eyelashes lowering.

“Now, can you figure out where I live or do I need to tell you?”

“Yes, sir,” the woman nodded. “Your form for visiting the Watchtower will have the information.”

“Good,” I nodded. “You can find me later – sooner than later – with any more of those stickers you may have laying around – any you’ve given out you will get back to give me – tell whatever story you need to do so – with any more you make in the meantime. Also, you will give me a list of anyone else besides the two of us who knows of the stickers. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Zatanna nodded.

“Excellent. Now, let’s find the tour group so I can return home.”