Zatanna Makes Her Move

"Uoy lliw emoceb regnorts, rof eht Retsam."

"Ym cigam lliw worg regnorts ot pleh eht Retsam."

"Annataz's cigam si regnorts naht ti saw erofeb."

Every morning, whenever Zatanna was allowed her first moment of privacy, she would go to the bathroom and look herself in the mirror, uttering these mantras, casting these spells, saying these enchantments, over and over and over again. Despite feeling the thrum of power build upon her tongue, it never sparked and bloomed into true magic. And that was because it could not.

Despite what she had promised her beloved Master, Zatanna knew she could not use her own magic to strengthen itself. Power could never empower itself, never become an ouroboros feeding itself endlessly. A solitary sword could not sharpen itself, after all.

Zatanna knew she had done much for Rob with her magic, and he probably was more than content with what she had done and could do. But Zatanna loved the man, was devoted to him, mind, body, and soul. "Good enough" wasn't good enough! She had to be the best Zatanna she could be. She felt like she needed the power to make him omnipotent with just a word. She needed more.

And she knew she couldn't do it just by herself.

This morning, looking at herself in the mirror after her futile ritual, Zatanna saw her own eyes hardened.

She did have one ace in her back pocket. Time to play it, risky though it maybe.

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With numerous successes in hand in recent days - conquering six alien beauties and then beginning the process of rearranging his whole harem - Rob felt like a celebration was in order. Not a massive, over-the-top party or orgy or anything. Some more private and quiet. Just himself, in his parlor, with a good glass of wine, a good book, and a good slut.

The wine was a pinot noir from British Columbia

The book was DisneyWar by James Stewart.

And the slut was Samus Aran, happily humming along as his schlong filled her mouth and throat, her nose smooshed up against his crotch, the blonde bombshell engulfing every last inch of cockmeat available to her.

Rob had just gotten to an anedocte where Mike Eisner (apparently) asked Walt Disney's daughter if the rumours of his head frozen were true, when a soft knock on the doorframe turned Rob's attention to the entryway.

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"Good evening, Master." Izu bowed towards Rob once his eyes were on him. Rob's busty android secretary stared neutrally, but then bowed once more, a clear act of contrition. "Apologies for interrupting your evening, sir, but I have some important new for you."

"Oh, no need to apologize, Izu, dear." Rob put the book away and offered a warm smile to the busty Japanese fuckbot. "Please, do come in."

Izu approached, holding a tablet computer close to chest. “Master, I have completed the task you have given me.” She held the tablet out, screen facing Rob, showing him a list of names and locations. “This is the list of women you have asked me to locate. I have already sent a copy to your personal files, so you may access them anytime. I have taken the liberty of dividing the list into four sections, based upon where these women were last located.”

Izu began to scroll through the list. “This first one compiled all women in Port Reyes and the surrounding counties. Next, all women currently living in the remainder of the United States. Then, all women in Canada, Mexico, Central America, and the Caribbean. Finally, this lists all women living abroad in South America, Europe, Asia, Africa, Oceania, and elsewhere.”

That mention of “elsewhere” was certainly notable. It made a bit of sense, some women Rob lusted for just did not fit into a vanilla human world. And if he had conjured up entire people, entire organizations, entire nations, who was to say his wish didn't create new landmasses along with them?

“Well done, Izu-chan.” Rob cheered, earning a slight smile from the android. “In addition, I would like you to make regular updates on these women, to see if they are moving from place-to-place with any frequency.”

Izu bowed deeply. “As you wish, Master.”

"And I do apologize for overworking you so much, lately." Izu was instrumental in snatching up the real estate necessary to shuffle his harem around, not to mention this and managing his finances. Izu's super-powered CPU meant she could play the stock market with uncanny accuracy, growing Rob's fortune even as he burned through it housing and pampering his slaves and running Slutter.

Izu only regarded Rob with a blank stare and rapid-fire robotic blinking. "I am yours, Master. I exist solely to serve you. Whether that be as your secretary or your robotic onna-hole." For a long moment, she stared at Samus, slurping and moaning along Rob's thick cock. "I am eager to fulfill any order you give me, sir."

Rob thought he could see jealousy and longing on Izu's face as she stared at Samus. He was just about order her to join in when Zatanna hurried into the room.

She was still dressed as impeccably in her magician's tire as always, but the serious expression she wore and the frantic pace of her steps, high-heels clicking like machine guns - ratatatatat - gave away that this was not business (or pleasure) as usual for Rob's right-hand woman.

"Pardon, Master, but may I have a moment with you in private?" The words came from Zatanna in one breathless string. She paused, gathered herself, and then added, "Alone, if you would," in a much more composed voice.

Rob met Zatanna's eyes, clearly seeing whatever she wanted to speak about was of the upmost importance. He acquiesced to her request, but first, gave Samus her reward for her hard work, his cock erupting in a burst of cum, filling the blonde's throat and stomach before exploding beyond the boundary of her lips, spasming cock whipping about freely and showering Samus in thick dollops of seed.

Izu and Samus quickly exited, the former swift and robotic, the latter a total hot mess, leaving Rob and Zatanna to themselves.

"What's the matter, Zee?" Rob asked, serious and concerned, clearing his lap to give Zatanna a seat of her own. She made no move to sit, hanging her head grimly and even removing her top hat.

"I cannot be what you need me to be. You deserve better than me, my beloved." Zatanna's voice was thick and miserable, barely audible, as she physically pressed herself to make this confession.

Rob was nothing but confused.

"That... I... no, no. Zatanna, darling, you have been nothing but a marvel since I claimed you. And that's despite being from DC Comics!" Rob paused to see if his stupid joke could earn a smile, but it got nothing. Died a **** like a lead balloon. "You... have given multiple powers, you command the respect of the other girls in the harem. Zee, you have nothing to apologize for. You're the jewel of my harem!"

This did prompt Zatanna to show a small, small smile. "You really are too sweet. No man deserves what you have more than you, Rob, my love." Falling on one knee, Zatanna took a hold of one of Rob's hands, kissing it softly, placing her cheek against the back of it. "But, to make all your dreams a reality - expanding your harem, breeding them, claiming your daughters and granddaughters and so-forth as your own, living in eternal pleasure and paradise - I can't bring it to you by myself.

"But, I have an idea."

"Okay, okay, let's hear it then!" Rob said, trying to stay positive, trying to perk Zatanna up. "I know things have changed a lot recently, but whatever it is, I'm sure we can man-"

Zatanna silence Rob by holding two gloved fingers to his lips.

"This I have to do on my own." She said, simply. "To prove to myself I am worthy of the love and respect you've shown me. I need to leave the nest, even if for a little wild, and capture this target, on my own."

Rob seemed to shrink into his chair, feeling so powerless all of a sudden. In this life he now lived, it was a new feeling.

"But... I don't want you to leave..."

Zatanna gave a sweet smile and then an even sweeter kiss. "Neither do I. And if you say no, then I will obey, as I am compelled to do so. But, if you give me this opportunity, and I succeed, then we can make all of your wildest, perverted dreams a reality."

Immediately, Rob's gut reaction was to command Zatanna to stay at his side. Forget whatever silly sidequest she had in mind and be his forever. But that instinct quickly soured in his stomach. After all love, true love, was all about trust, wasn't it?

"...Can I do anything to help?" He asked, quiet and hopeful.

"I will need a team for back-up." Zatanna replied, also giving Rob a grateful smile. "I'm thinking Raven, Star, and Megan. Their abilities will come in handy, plus we've worked together... in a certain way. They can afford to miss a few days of school, can't they?" When Rob didn't respond, Zatanna nudged him with a little joke. "Maybe they can have some remedial lessons when they get back? Some one-on-one private tutoring with the best, big-dicked teacher in the world?"

Rob sighed, shaking his head, fighting a smile. "See... see! This is why you're so important to me. You get me, Zee! You know me so well. Which means, I guess whatever it is you're after will be for the best, won't it?"

Zatanna scooted forward, so that her forehead was pressed up against Rob's, eyes and lips and everything else so close to one another. Their smiles brightened, reflecting upon one another. "I promise you won't regret this, Master!"

The two embraced and kissed, holding one another for several minutes. Rob didn't want to let go of Zatanna, but eventually did, after her coaxing.

"I'll leave first thing in the morning." Zatanna announced, standing back up at full height. "And, well, I knew you planned to have some private time, but in lieu of all of this..." Zatanna turned to the doorframe, wiggling her butt in an enticing manner. "Perhaps we can have a little farewell party, just the two of us?"

"Not farewell." Rob murmured, rising to follow her. He **** himself to smile at the prospect of an evening with his beloved Zatanna, but it was a bittersweet moment. "Not farewell. This is just 'see you later', Zee..."