Zatanna's Hotel Room

Flying above the skyscrapers, they began to descend—and Lois Lane recognized the outlines of the Utopia Casino. Tall and gaudy, open 24 hours...and, the reporter remembered, the magician Zatanna Zatara was booked there for a week of shows.

Superman, still clutching Lois tightly with his front trotters, slowed their descent as they circled the building. He grunted softly, and seemed to be searching for something...and Lois Lane figured out what it was, even before they settled on the patio of one of the luxury suites. Through the glass, she could see Zatanna, still in her fishnets and heels, but she had taken off her top hat and coat, and was unbuttoning her sleeves when the reporter stretched out her own trotters to tap at the glass.

The look on the witch's face was one that Lois would always remember. Shock, disbelief...what would you say, if a man and woman in pig-play BDSM gear appeared on your balcony, the cock stuffed deep in the female piggy's cunt? Especially if the man on top was Superman, and the woman was Lois Lane?

As if in a daze, Zatanna walked over to the door and slid it open. Lois started forward...and winced, as Superman was still balls-deep inside of her, and seemed either unwilling or unable to disengage. Awkwardly, the two shuffled into the room. Worse than that, Lois felt something leaking out of her, dripping out of her pussy and into the carpet. Without a word, Zatanna closed the door behind them, and almost as an afterthought, drew the curtains.

She turned back in time to see the Man of Steel's magically-enhanced testicles.

"Wow."

Lois oinked pitifully. Embarrassed as she was at their predicament, she hoped Zatanna wouldn't assume the worst.

"Right, yeah, don't try to talk." Lois could see that the witch was struggling to even process the sight in front of her.

Zatanna raised her hands theatrically. "Let's see what we're dealing with here."

".cigam ezylanA"

A pale light seemed to shine through the witch, as though she was suddenly transparent. Lois didn't feel any different as it washed over her, but she could see—or almost see—fine lines of green fire, like strange, alien letters, crawl above, beneath, and through her skin. Unconsciously, her pussy clamped tighter, and Superman grunted and something warm and wet flooded Lois, yet his prick inside her remained as hard as steel.

Zatanna's lips worked. "...Greek thaumaturgy...old magic...oh, that's a twist...kind of kinky...clever binding...nothing too permanent...hmm..."

The light faded. Lois blinked the green letters were gone, and Zatanna stood there, as opaque as ever.

"The enchantments are pretty powerful." She said, her mouth in a tight line. "I don't want to brute **** them, though I can try. There is a traditional countercharm, but it's uh...bit unpleasant. So...one oink for doing things brute ****, two oinks for the old way."

Superman snuffled tenderly at the back of Lois Lane's neck. It occurred to her that the flow of warm wetness hadn't ceased, all through Zatanna's spell and speech.

He wants me to make the decision, Lois realized. Turning to Zatanna, the reporter caught the witch's eye and..