Yep!

Her giggle was like music. Before he could kiss, her eyes gleamed with energy. "Pord ruoy stnap!"

Just like that, his belt came untied and his pants fell to the floor. Another surprise came as she grabbed him by the balls and pulled close to his face. "Of course I want to find out." Her gloved hand traced the outline of his shaft…and found herself going down, down, down. Shaken with shock from how low she was heading, she glanced down.

"W-wow." Zatanna audibly gulped, hands now shifting to his balls. Through his black boxers, she could see and feel his immense size. "That's…are you carrying a wand in your pants?"

Zatanna Zatara had seen her fair share of penises. Joshua, the musician son of Marsha (one of her many magic mentors), a handsome Afroamerican man who practically cucked an old boyfriend of hers, Ron. Ron was a messy four inches and thin, while Joshua was packing double that–eight inches long and almost two inches thick. After him, after seeing and feeling that thick black cock, she thought she'd never find something remotely as pleasure. And for years, she was right. Dale Colton: three inches. Victor Stone, better known as the hero Cyborg: six and a half inches. Nicolas Nolan, another one of her mentors, a boring five inches. Even her most persistent boyfriend, John Constantine, sprang out a measly three and a half inch erection. She had no idea why she kept running back to him. His dick certainly wasn't making her run laps. Well, she did suppose he was good with his mouth…

"Esol ruoy srexob!" Curiosity got the best of her and she uttered a second incantation. As if it had never existed, his boxers disappeared and his flaccid manhood came into view. It dangled between his legs as if popping into reality. A hand went over to her mouth. Zatanna Zatara was beyond gobsmacked.

This man…this Aaron Reigner. His soft member was gargantuan. So massive that she instinctively thought to cast an anti-illusion spell. So long that it distorted her memories of Joshua and made him out to be a joke. So thick that there was no need for a living vibrator.

"That must be…eight, no, nine inches…incredible!" Zatanna smiled and ripped her gaze away, meeting his face eagerly. "Truly incredible!"

Her breasts pressed his chest as she kissed him of her own accord. Her enthusiasm had doubled. The material riding up between her legs became drenched in her fluids. Zatanna had never been this horny, not since her one night stand with Joshua. They broke apart, less than inch away, their salivas eagerly clinging to one another. Dusty grey eyes stared into shimmering blues. Her lithe arms hanging onto him.

Her eyes flicked downwards. She released a hand and traced a leather finger down his chest, through his pecs, his obliques, his shaft, then finally, his nutsack. She shivered as her gloved hand failed to grasp the virile orb. Zatanna wasn't a small woman either. She was a big-titty, curvaceous woman standing at an above average five-foot-seven. She was stacked, thicc, and hourglass figured. Not fat, not thin, not muscular, but a dreamy human succubus with no discernable flaws.

"Evomer ym sevolg." Her leather gloves dissipated. She could feel the scratchy texture of his sac. It was wonderful. Her nails lightly went up and down and her eyes never quite left the monstrosity dangling between his legs. Her breath itched. Her clit throbbed.

His balls were packed with so much baby batter that she could feel herself ovulating. Was that why she had succumbed to his flirtation so quickly? Because she was in heat?

"There's really no comparison." Her hand went back up to his flaccid length. Aaron shivered at her cold touch. "Your cock is beautiful. Flawless."

"Magical even?"

Zatanna laughed and sensually took off her black vest. Smirking, chest puffed and emphasizing the shape and size of her mounds, and narrow eyes refusing to break eye contact. His cock twitched.

"Yes, magical." She slowly stroked his member. He twitched again. "Very magical…of course, before we begin, we have to erase any prying eyes. Bruce tends to let his paranoia invade his own privacy." Her eyes glowed blue, her sclera merging into the light. "Esare lla egatoof fo su gnivah xes dna ecalper eht egatoof htiw lausac snoitcaretni neewteb eh dna I! Od eht emas htiw eht spateriw dna lla rehto secived!"

Reality warping. He could sense the magical shift in the world. A small bubble manipulating and changing as the sorceress supreme declared. The Wayne Manor, as well protected as it was, possessed no strong defences against magic. Perhaps there were minor charms but nothing that could stop Zatanna Zatara's legendary incantations.

Aaron instilled her technique into her brain. The hand signs and the flow of magic rampaging through her inner body. He was the Chosen One. Perhaps he could make use of it later…

He felt two soft hands eagerly jerk him off and the addicting comment, "You're so much bigger than my exes…!" The fact that Zatanna fucking Zatara was trying to bring his cock to life, to want it inside her, gave him a thrill like no other. In response, he pulled down her white top and her boobs practically bounced out. He shoved his face down those phenomenal tits and they were just as soft as the internet suggested. Like pillows, they were soft, large, and comforting. He sighed, taking in its scent, and then pulled away to suck on her pink nipple.

"Mmmmh…!" Zatanna bit her bottom lip, looking at the ceiling with rolling eyes. The ecstasy from him sucking on her tit was overwhelming. Aaron's tongue flicked up and down, hands gripping her pillowy mammary. "Keep going! Keep going–"

He did. He sucked on her till her toes curled and her hands tightly gripped the edge of the table. She could feel the pressure build up inside her. The wetness stained her leotard and stocking. Fuck, she couldn't keep it contained any longer. Aaron sensed it and pulled away, a gasp escaping from the young woman.

Zatanna jumped off the table, dragged him into another kiss, and then went down on her knees. She smirked as she caressed the mighty girth. Instinctively, Aaron put a hand on her hand as if to say that she shouldn't until he was fully hard–until she saw the full, unmitigated size of his cock.

"How about we make things simple, hm?" Zatanna looked up at him. "With a little bit of magic. Teg drah!"

Aaron's knees buckled. It was like a million hands were pumping his cock. Every inch, every vein, every cell in his shaft became invigorated. It was like a spring board. One second, he was as flaccid as a noddle and the next his fully hardened cock slapped Zatanna's chin and settled over her. The meaty thwack was deafening. So was Zatanna's shock.

"O-oh…wow…oh my god…" Zatanna gulped loudly. He could hear the vibrations in her throat. "By the mystic forces…it's…it's…" She exhaled. She breathed. She collected herself. Due to his impressive girth, he could only see the edges of her eyes. The emotions covered were indiscernible. "...magnificent…you're so much bigger than my exes, it's absurd…"

Aaron grew excited. Fuck, he had heard those kinds of comments so many times but when it came from Zatanna's wonderful lips…he throbbed. Pre-cum slipped down. Zatanna couldn't see it since his length exceeded her head. Thirteen, fourteen inches? Who the fuck cared, he was horny, he was hard, and he was bigger than Zatanna could have ever guessed.

She shifted to the side and witnessed the full length. With gentle strokes, she experimented. It was then she noted the pre-cum. Using a bold finger, she scooped it up into her mouth. "Mm. It tastes different too…"

She seemed drunk or in a haze. He hadn't used his powers so was it just a woman thing? Was she biologically reacting to his male gene pool? Eh, Aaron didn't really give a fuck. All that mattered was that Zatanna Zatara liked his pre-cum. She thought it tasted delicious.

His eyes went wide as he felt magnetizing dicksucking lips kiss his knob. It was such a gentle act of love and affection yet he wanted to bust a nut anyway. He waited eagerly, twitching, and Zatanna did not disappoint.

She muttered under her breath, "Evig em eht slliks fo a noillim serohw," and got to work. The self-directed enchantment was set and for an instant she sparkled violet. A hue of purple that bursted and settled.

When her hands touched him, goosebumps went down his spine. Then the stroking began. The pumping. It was magical. It felt like the warm embrace of a thousand arms. She was fast, she was firm, and she did not stop.

"Do you like it?" Pre-cum dripped down. Zatanna smirked. "I see that you do."

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' This was the first time he had been faced with a handjob better than Cassandra's. He felt almost amateurish.

And that was with her hands. He couldn't begin to imagine what happened when she used her mouth–

"Fuck…!"

He didn't have to imagine because her pretty lips swallowed his thick, long glans. Then she went down. Down, down, down till she was deepthroating him. Her throat bulging, beads of tears hanging from the corner of her eyes. A million whores yet Zatanna still struggled, a testament to his sheer size.

"Y-you do this with all your boyfriends? Or is it just something for your loyal fans?"

She pulled back, red lipstick and saliva mixing, and kissed the tip of his member. He could see the imprint of her kiss on his glans. He shivered.

"No, it was a recent discovery," Zatanna explained. "My old boyfriend, John, told me to do it and well…he could never last longer than ten seconds." Then she went back in, making inch after inch disappear like magic.

Groaning, eyes closed and tilted up, he found himself thanking the cosmos that he could experience this. In particular, he wanted to thank one individual. 'Thank you, John Constantine. If you hadn't told me who you were, if you hadn't walked into the urinal in that moment of time, I wouldn't have been able to deepthroat your ex-girlfriend.'

Her touch was like lightning. Two hands jerking off the base of his member while her soft lips devoured his length. Every second felt like a million tongues swirling him, a thousand hands pumping him. It was as though he was encased in an automated massage intended to make him cum. His torso twisted but she held his cock firmly to keep him still.

"Fuck, fuck…you're…amazing! Fuck!"

Zatanna's eyes twinkled, glancing up. Seeing a mouthful of his cock inside her, seeing the corner of her lips attempt to smirk and invigorate, nearly brought him to release. He throbbed madly as if wanted to go even deeper. For a moment, she was caught off guard and her hands went flat to the floor, focusing entirely on deepthroating him.

"Mmmph! Mmmh!" Zatanna struggled. Her throat bulged and tightened. He placed a hand on her to balance himself. Fuck, she was pheonmal. Tight and warm and oh-so addicting. He wanted to just shove the last four inches of his cock and just…

Fuck it.

He grabbed her skull and without thinking too hard he slammed the rest of his length. The magician's eyes became as wide as his plates as her nose collided with his pelvis and his balls slapped her chin and neck. He let out a long, guttural groan as he nutted inside her.

A million whores, right? He could let loose a little…

So he did. When his balls clenched and started to unleash their contents, he made sure to twist the valve on his volume. Just a little more than usual, not too much. He throbbed wildly and lurched forward as if to go deeper. He must have been so deep inside her throat that he came directly into her stomach.

'Tight! Tight! So fucking tight…'

He throbbed. He came. Spurt, spurt, spurt. His nut was thick and viscous and Zatanna could feel landing inside. Even so, she didn't resist. She swallowed. Her measly little tongue touched the sensitive veins it could reach. Her throat clenched depravedly.

The sounds were so fucking lewd and vicious that Aaron's mind was going white. He, the Chosen One, was finding this deepthroat to be the best of his life. Better than Harley, better than Selina, and yes, as much as he hated to admit, better than Cassandra.

He continued dumping his load. He continued rapidly shooting and shooting. Throbbing and pulsating. It was like there was no end to it. Tears were streaming down Zatann's cheeks and a little bit of her black eye makeup was joining them. A muddy, black yet transparent set of tears.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds…

White cum dripped from the corner of her lips.

A minute…

She went down to base and, while swallowing, licked his balls with a slip of the tongue. An unprecedented technique. Magical almost. Aaron loved it. The sensation of his cock and balls being serviced. Incredible.

And she was doing this while still drinking down his cum. Zatanna was just full of tricks, wasn't she?

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

Two minutes–

"Mmmmph! Mmmph!"

Zatanna had enough. It was too much. A cascade of white was falling from the bottom of her lips. She couldn't handle it. She tapped at his rear, begging for mercy. Aaron stared down at her, wincing as his balls clenched.

"Fine…" He stepped back and slowly unsheathed himself from her throat, but did not stop his immense climax. Throb, throb, throb. Zatanna coughed and gagged as he slid out and used both her hands in order to drag his thick shaft out.

Pop!

When he did, he came all over her face. Coughing, hand on her throat, his first few blasts of cum landed on her hair. She gulped great lungfuls of the kitchen air, wanting to escape the musk that her nose had been drowned in. Her recovery time was supernatural though and she quickly turned her head back to the surging cockhead. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Head pointed up, eyes closed, and arms accentuating her breasts, she looked gorgeous. Submissive. Obedient.

Four long, thick streaks of his white baby batter dragged from her brow to her chin. Four stripes. Her eyes closed, she waited for another. Nothing.

She opened an eye. Liquid cum dribbled from his tip like a leaky pipe. Her throat struggled to speak as it had been utterly choked up in raw meat.

And yet…

Aaron smirked.

She was drenched. Soaked. Her little leotard couldn't stop it. It was like a torrent between her legs and a pool had certainly been pooled together. Her hand pressed on her clit through the fabric. She exhaled sharply.

"Not even the great cauldrons of magic could release this much." Her mutter was immediately followed by another taste of his cum. A swift flick and dip. She moaned and shuddered. "Mmm… amazing. Is it because you're a chef?"

'Ha, she's so drunk on my cock that she doesn't even suspect the abnormality of my load.'

"Something like that."

"Mmm." Zatanna took another dash of sperm from her own face. A hearty exhale left her. Seeing her face doused in his nut, he was tempted to snap his fingers and make it disappear. Luckily, Zatanna already had it covered. "Naelc em!"

Just like that, it was gone. Her features were now spotless and as serene as he saw her on that show. Even her tears and misaligned makeup was fixed. Gone.

It was like his spunk had never been there. Like he hadn't facialed her. Interesting. Seeing her magic up close, without the occasional switch between stage magic, he was starting to understand its principles. Her reality warping stemmed from the scraps of creation, like the random errors in computer code, and she spoke backwards in order to emphasize its meaning to herself–to be able to summon up the mana inside her and in the world with unperturbed focus.

Her large, bountiful titties distracted him from further analysis. She stood up, smirking, sat on top of his shaft, her ass rubbing it as it throbbed and curved upwards, and wrapped her arms around him. "I've never done anything like that. Are you sure you aren't casting a spell on me?"

"I promise you, if you were under a spell, you would know."

A deep kiss ensued. She tasted so fucking good. She might have described him as strawberries but she was like fresh caramel. Perhaps it was because what he served her or perhaps it was her natural musk. Regardless, it was addicting. Her tits pressed his shirt.

Pulling back for an instant, Zatanna muttered, "Pirts sih sehtolc."

Air tickled his chest and back. He glanced down. His shirt and undershirt were gone. For a moment, he wondered where they had gone before being crudely interrupted by a kiss.

"Such muscles," Zatanna teased, her hands sliding up and down his shoulders. "Not too buff, not too skinny. I love it."

"Thanks…"

He couldn't wait any longer. These kisses, these flirty exchanges, they weren't enough. His shaft was ready to burst. His massive slab of meat couldn't stand to rub between her ass for much longer. Firmly gripping her booty, slapping it, Zatanna got the message.

Seductively, she pulled herself off of him and then walked back towards the kitchen table. She smirked, turned, placed her hands on the table, and stuck out her stocking-covered, heart-shaped ass cheeks. To say it was juicy and thicc wouldn't be enough. There was so much more to it. Approaching her bent over figure and slamming his shaft on top of her rear, his hands wandered and groped. Explored and experimented.

"Better than it looks?" Zatanna asked.

"Way better," Aaron replied, giving it a spank. She bit down a moan. Another spank. She suppressed her voice again. The recoil was just…mesmerizing. He wanted to see her ass bounce and jiggle from the **** of his hands, so he did it again. This time, Zatanna moaned. Her jiggly ass recoiled but eventually stilled.

'It's so fucking soft. Good god.' Many of the women he fucked had a level of firmness due to their training. Their glutes had to be tough and solid to an extent. But Zatanna? She was a magician. She did the bare-minimum in terms of exercise. If there was an ass comparable to hers, it would be Vicki Vale's, except Zatanna's was further highlighted by her fishnet stockings and leotard.

Aaron did what every man in the world wanted to do. He ripped her stockings and created a hole. With two fingers, he picked up the strip of fabric that was her leotard and stretched it back till it snapped.

"Mmmm…" Zatanna could feel the rush of cool air on her pussy and the immediate presence of his cock. The heat, the pre-cum, it intermingled with her natural honey. She looked back at him, grinning. "I can feel it…your big fat cock is just waiting to ram into me."

His member pulsated like a madman. Veins highlighting across the length. Her kisses and red lipstick had left marks of their own. His pre-cum as much as her juicy cunt. After one last slap to her bouncy ass, he decided to penetrate her. Show her heaven. Zatanna seemed eager and cooed him on. She did not give a fuck that her carefully selected wardrobe had been ripped and snapped.

'Ha. I bet she wanted someone to fuck her in costume. Looks like she knows she drives men crazy, huh?'