Reunion

Overwhelmed with emotion, Rob didn't know what he should do.

Picking up Zatanna for a great, big hug seemed like a good place to start.

Sweeping her off her feet, Rob held Zatanna as close as physically possible, both arms draped around her back, spinning in place as he deeply embraced his most beloved. Shutting his eyes, he let the world melt away and felt his brain turned off, fully immersing himself in the warmth, softness, and aroma of her body. God, how he loved every little thing about her. Absence truly did make the heart grow fonder and as a person, you never really knew what you had with someone until you didn't have it. Rob felt whole and perfect and balanced with Zatanna by his side. He'd rather have no one else than her.

For her part, Zatanna let herself be swept away without any fight at all, giggling and laughing like a schoolgirl, as she buried her face into the crook of Rob's neck, kicking her legs into the air while being gently spun about.

A long, slow kissed followed, neither of them wanting to be the first to break away from their lover, playing a game of romantic chicken. However, in the heat of the moment, neither could say for sure which of them was the first to blink.

"Well it looks like you missed me, sir." Zatanna said, breathlessly, ruby red lips parted in an affectionate smile. She was still held above the ground in Rob's grasp.

"You have no idea, Zee..." Rob murmured, staring deeply into the dark, soulful eyes of his beloved magician, transfixed and engrossed by the beauty, intellect, and power that flickered beneath the surface.

It was only then that Rob realized the only thing Zatanna was wearing were her fishnet stockings, one of his hands moving of it's own accords to rub against the fabric. Her hard nipples were pressing against his chest, and he could only imagine how needy she was, considering how badly he wanted her. Could only wonder how hot and wet her pussy was, when his own cock throbbed with need. And her mouth felt so good, Rob was already imagining how good the rest of Zatanna's body would feel right now...

Then his eyes flickered beyond Zatanna, just for a moment, to Wanda Maximoff, who was waiting patiently and silently as the two lovers reunited.

"And... I see you've brought a guest..." Rob said, slowly and awkwardly, confused by enticed by Wanda's presence.

"Indeed I have." At last, Zatanna broke away from Rob's grip, falling to her stockinged feet and padding backwards. With a show-woman's grace and the appropriate dramatic gestures, she said, "Normally, I would introduce you to one another, but I hardly believe they are necessary for either party at this point."

"Uh, no offence, to Zee- to either of you - but you were gone for three weeks to pick up one woman?" Rob blurted out, thoughtlessly. Wanda stood, as nude as Zatanna, with arms crossed under her heavy bust. Her lips were pursed into a neutral line, a cool look on her face, as she considered Rob with unerring concentration. If he had just insulted her with his little faux pas, she did not show it.

"Well, yes but...." Zatanna said in a strained tone, one hand held flat and wavering side-to-side. "It was a bit more complicated than first blush, I'll admit. I think the way things work with your wishes, is that the woman you have conjured into being exist on the edge of reality, shadows that most normal people can't perceive. They only really start existing in relation to you. When you go looking for them, in-person or afar, when you start pursuing them, and when you finally claim them. Without you, it took quite a lot of time to even track Wanda's location down, let alone find her in the flesh."

Regardless of Zatanna's theory or explanation, Rob only looked aghast at her speech, taken aback and horrified with eyes on Wanda and how she would react to the truth only Zatanna knew: that these women were fictional beings given life solely to be Rob's playthings.

Wanda's expression did not shift an inch, one way or another, good or bad. She could have been carved from stone for all the difference it would have made.

Zatanna, too, took notice of the shock on her Master's face, chuckling at his failed composure. "Do not worry, my beloved Master. In addition to the time tracking Wanda down, I spent some personal time with her, too." Zatanna slinked to Wanda's side, the two women throwing their arms around each other, bodies locked together. Wanda inclined her head and smiled fondly at Zatanna, before the two magic-users shared a loving kiss, burning with so much desire Rob could feel the temperature spike. "We had a good, long talk, and I told her everything." Zatanna said following the termination of the kiss, tongue flickering in a lascivious taunts towards both her owner and new ****-sister.

"'Everything'?" Rob repeated, voice high and strained.

"Everything." Wanda finally spoke, and it alone was enough to send chills down Rob's spine. The combination of a low, powerful contralto and her husky Eastern European accent reverberated through the air and set his heart aflame. "The whole truth. How you found the lamp of a djinn and wished for sex, wealth, and... well, us. That were are beings conjured in the imagination of others, but made flesh and blood by you and the djinn. Given life, but not agency, for you are the ultimate arbiter of our fate."

With a kiss on the cheek, and a long caress of raven black hair, Wanda tore herself from Zatanna and began to circle Rob as she spoke, eyes never leaving him.

"How I was treated cruelly upon the printed pages and silver screen. Made a villain due to my psychosis. Had my dearest children taken from me again and again, for the sake of cheap drama." After completing a full circle around Rob, Wanda sharply turned to stare at him in the face, her dark green eyes hard and focused, but Rob thought he could see a warmth within them. Desire. Need. Hope. A woman lost and scorned, searching still for something.

"And how you would be my salvation. All of our salvations. A man with a heart and... hmm, other parts," Rob quirked a smile. It only grew bigger when he saw the corners of Wanda's lips twitch. "...Big enough to satisfy us all. So, here I am, to take measure of the man I would call 'Master'." Those twitching lips quickly turned into a faint smile, Rob thought, the hardness and wariness of her features softening but for a second.

Rob was swooning over her already.

"Well, please, ask away." Rob replied after a long pause, wearing a goofy smile on his face. "I aim to please, Miss Maximoff."

"Wanda, please..." She corrected with another smile. "Now, then... Zatanna says that while you are greedy, gluttonous, and extremely hedonistic, at your core, you are a kind and loving individual who cares for the women of your harem with all his heart. Is this true?"

Rob and Zatanna's eyes met, the two having a silent exchange. The look on Rob's face said "Really?" while the look on Zatanna's said "You know it's true, my love".

"Zatanna... is very, very generous in that case." Rob said, given another look to the smirking magician, who only winked and blew him a kiss. "And a bias source, sad as I am to say, because she is my devoted ****. But, on the whole, she is right. You are here, Wanda, because I lusted after you, wanted you in my hands for so long. But love and lust are pretty compatible, in my experience anyways." Pausing, Rob rolled his eyes in thought, thinking about the question for a moment longer. "If I were to be entirely honest, my pleasure and my fun do come first, but I do love and care for the women I conquer, and would never let them go without. I'm not some saint, far from it, I don't really think I'm even a good guy - some the shit I've done is fucked up, to say the least - but I'm also not a monster who will treat you as disposable." Once more, Rob looked Wanda in the eye. "My girls are invaluable. Priceless. Irreplaceable. Each and every one of them."

Shutting her eyes, Wanda considered the answer for a handful of seconds, coming to her own silent conclusion with a sharp nod. "Very well, as you say. Next, then, with all the power you have brought upon yourself, what is it you are after?"

"Well, first, I want to keep growing my harem. I have nearly seventy women under my thrall already and I'm nowhere near satisfied. I don't even know how many more women I brought to reality, how large it's ultimately going to get, but I'm not stopping anytime sooner. Then, I want to breed my slaves." Rob's speech and demeanour began to grow fanatical, as he described fetish and fantasy. Up until now, maybe subconsciously, he had avoided using harsh language around Wanda, but there was really no avoiding it when it came to such a primal desire as this. "I want to get them knocked up, as many of them as I can manage. Then, I want to raise my daughters to be my obedient sex slaves, too, starting the cycle all over again!"

It was also at this point that Rob realized that Zatanna was out of the loop regarding his accidental breeding program, and that he was going to have to confess to the incident sooner or later. That certainly took a spring out of his step...

For Wanda's part, she was largely unfazed by Rob's desire or the passionate and vulgar way he described, merely nodding along, impatient and unhappy with the answer. "Yes, yes, yes, Zatanna has already told me you possess such proclivities. But that was not what I am looking for. What is your end goal? What is your ultimate desire? Do you wish to conquer the world and rule as a kind of god?"

Rob blew harsh raspberry. "Hell no. That's a total cliché. Plus, it's sounds boring and like it would be more trouble than it's worth."

"Then what?"

That took Rob aback, as he had never really considered and end goal with all of this. Truthfully, when he made those wishes, he never imagined things turning out the way they had. They were made off the cuff, without any greater plan in mind beyond what sounded like fun and what would have given him the most pleasure.

So, what did Rob Daily want?"

"I think... I think people with power have a responsibility." It felt weird dusting off the old Spider-Man adage to a living, breathing Marvel comics character, but this was Rob's life now. "Whether it's social influence or wealth or whatever, they have a duty to make the world a better place. Now, through my women, I've introduced magic and super-science and all sorts of fantastical things to this world. I could end disease and hunger and war, end climate change, save the whales, all that good stuff. Not now, I need more power still, but I think I would be a failure if I didn't do some good with all the power I had.

"But, on a more personal level, I am a huge pervert. I live for sex and erotica, even before I became a sex-god with a harem of the most beautiful women in existence answering my beck and call. And I want this world to share my mindset. I want a sexually liberated and expressive world. I want a world where it's okay for a man to drive down to the school and fuck his daughter. I want a world where a woman can grow a big, meaty cock if she wants it. Where people can transcend the limits of humanity and gender to become their ideal self... so long as their ideal self is really horny and wants to fuck a lot. Again, I need more power before I can implement it..."

Then, Rob took a deep breath, to quell a quivering sensation within himself. The feeling of exposure. Of opening up, even to the people he loved.

"Most of all... I think I just want to be loved. I had a pretty substandard family life growing up and, yeah, I have friends. I've had a few girlfriends, but... I feel like I've never known love until I had Zatanna and all the others girls. Sure, it's a love I created and **** on them, but... it feels good. To have and hold and be held and..." he cleared his throat, awkwardly, voice suddenly thick with emotion, "Yeah, uh, stuff like that..."

He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady himself and clear out all the emotion overwhelming him. Hanging his head, Rob felt an awkward silence fill the room, not daring to look at either Wanda or Zatanna and their reactions.

Then, he felt something press against his forehead.

"That... I can very much understand those feelings, sir..."

Glancing up, Rob saw that Wanda had cleared the distance between the two of them, pressing her head against his own, placing one hand upon the back of his neck.

"I understand the desire to feel loved, and that desire causing you to do... **** things." Wanda said, wincing from painful memories as she spoke. "For others to cast you as a villain from that desire, from that drive. But no matter what you've done, Rob Daily, I do not think wanting to be loved makes you a bad person."

Tears began to form in the well of Wanda's eyes, that and the raw emotion surging through her caused her eyes to dance and sparkle most beautifully. If Zatanna's eyes were dark pools full of mystery and knowledge, then Wanda's were a dazzling green flame, haunting and alluring, full of both fright and hope, capable of both great destruction but even greater beauty.

Heart racing, emotions laid to bare for all to see, and entranced by those eyes, Rob leaned forward for a kiss. His own lips came into contact with Wanda's soft, pliable ones, the two pressing together for a moment, and then sinking toward each other, drawn by the gravity of love and want and need. Wanda's grip on Rob's neck tightened, while Rob returned the favour and ran his fingers through Wanda's thick, luscious locks. Quickly, Rob rose back to full height, Wanda being **** to stretch herself and balance on the balls of her feet in order to maintain her vaunted position. At the same time, she began to make pleasant humming and squeaking noises, chest heaving and knees shaking, as she fully fell under the sway of Rob's power.

Her eyes were sparkling once more, green jewels dancing and wavering in the light of the bedroom, Wanda blushing and swaying, a most gorgeous smile upon her face, as she looked up at Rob with all due desire.

"I believe that I can abide by this arrangement... Master~" Wanda said, dreamily, earning a toothsome smile from Rob. But, before he could say anything, Wanda held one finger over his lips.

"However, I do have a condition before I fully submit myself as your loyal ****, devoted lover, and obedient servant, sir."

Bemused, Rob crooked his head to the side as looked down on Wanda. "Pardon me, but am I wrong in thinking Zatanna already put you under my power?" No one denied his question, so he quickly continued, "Then, you do realize I can just command you to do whatever I want, condition or now, and you have to obey, right?"

Wanda lowered her head and allowed herself a polite fit of laughter. "Oh, yes, I am well aware, my lord. From the moment I set my eyes upon you, I could feel the red string of fate pulling me towards you, compelling me to be at your beck and call and provide you everything and anything. Even now, my body is abuzz with your power, you lust." Eyes fluttering, Wanda rolled in her tongue in dark, deep trill. "It is intoxicating, addictive... the most wonderful sensation in the world. But... if you are the man Zatanna claims that you are, then you will be more than willing to hear me out."

Once again, Rob gave Zatanna a look, his feisty magician returning another smirk and a knowing wink. Somehow, she was both being far too generous in her appraisal of him, but was also entirely correct. He could be cruel and capricious, playing with his toys and indulging in some misogynistic, racist, speciest, and/or sadistic desires, but deep down, he simply wanted the best for the women in his thrall. And Wanda Maximoff had suffered plenty in her myriad of lifetimes and forms. She deserved happiness.

"Please, then, what can I do for you to win your heart, my dear Wanda?"

Despite the softness and schmaltziness of Rob's words, Wanda's expression immediately grew grim. Deadly serious. Her smile vanished into a hard line, jaw clenched tightly, and eyes narrowing and hardening as she gazed up at Rob, asking a boon from god, praying for mana from heaven.

"Give me a child." She pronounced all at once, a power in her voice that had nothing to do with her magic, as Wanda expressed her most fervent desire. "Put a baby in me, here and now. I have been denied children in so many forms, adaptations, and universes that it is enough to drive a woman mad. But now, I have the perfect man as my lord and master, my lover and guardian. It is by my fate that I am to be yours, but I believe it also my fate to finally have a child of my own." In one swift motion, Wanda fell to her hands and knees, prostrating herself before Rob. "This I beg of you, Master. Take my body, grant me my wish, and give me the honour of baring you your first daughter of many."

Blinking stupidly, Rob should not have been surprised by Wanda's want, but was still caught off-guard by it. He chalked it up to how forthright she was. How much she clearly craved it, her entire body now radiating her desire with apparent need. Zatanna was still watching from across the way, delighted by how things were turning out from the broad smile she now wore, clasping her hands together like the shipper best friend in a romcom, finally seeing the leads come together. Recovering from his momentary stunned state, Rob gently touched Wanda and motioned her to rise.

"Well, I have good news and bad news, darling." Rob said to the Scarlet Witch, waiting with bated breath, one hand on her hips and the other flat against her belly. "The bad news is, unfortunately, you won't be my first." He let the cryptic remark hang in the air for a moment. Wanda hardly flinched, but Zatanna looked utterly puzzled. "But, the good news is... this is hardly a condition or request for me. This is a reward. This is... an inevitability."

Exhaling all at once, her entire body shaking, Wanda looked as if she had the weight of the world removed from her. Then, with celerity brought upon by necessity, Wanda raised her hand, crackling red light consuming Rob. With a simple flick of her fingers, she shed him of his clothing all at once. He gave her an encouraging smile.

"No wasted time or motion. A woman after my own heart..." In turn, Rob snapped his fingers, dressing Wanda in silken red lingering, complete with stockings, gloves, and her iconic tiara.

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Wanda was less concerned with the sudden change of her outfit - or, more accurately, the sudden appearance of a new outfit, her naked body now clad in a lovely set of lingering conjured by her Master. Ah, truly a most wonderful word to dance upon her tongue or mind. Truly a most wonderful feeling to be loved, to be wanted, to belong, and to be owned.

No. New outfits and romantic soliloquys aside, Wanda's eyes and mind fell to the naked form of Rob Daily. Certainly not the most traditionally handsome man in the world, but Wanda was not so shallow as to be put-off by that, enslaved mind and heart or not. While he certainly had his strong attributes - tall, with broad shoulders and chest, wearing his size quite well - the true beauty in her new lover was the kindness in his eyes, the warmth of his smile, the gentleness of his hands. The earnestness of his speech. Wanda believed everything that Rob had said, both when he ranted about this sexual perversion and the desire for a better, sluttier world, but also his paeans for love and acceptance. In a strange, twisted way, Wanda believed she had found her soul mate.

But more than any of that, from the moment they met, Wanda could feel the power radiating off of this man. And now that she stood before him, it was overwhelming her and her every senses. The power given to him by the djinn - hyper-specific but extremely potent - was infused throughout every little bit of Rob, from his body and his soul, and standing before him, Wanda thought it was like standing before the sun. Or perhaps being face-to-face with god.

Pushing the need to fall to her knees and worship her new Master aside, Wanda and Rob began to dance around one another, tracing a lazy circle while keeping their eyes on one another. Wanda was all too aware of the heated looks Rob had been giving her since they were first introduced, taking in her voluptuous form. Now the temperature skyrocketed, as he was gazing at the gauzy, silken lingerie she was clad in, form-fitting and sheer in all the right places. Wanda did much the same, breathing heavily as she took in the majesty and magnitude of her new owner, feeling her soul tremor from being in contact with the aura he exuded.

"If you do not mind, sir," Wanda drawled slowly, her voice a soft rumble. "I would like to take charge her. Please, be so kind to sit atop the bed while I begin." She said, motioning to the grand bed behind them, so large and yawning as if to welcome them.

Rob grinned, wolfishly. "I would never say no to a lady." Wanda returned the grin, then giving Rob a short, sharp shove. Accepting her desire, he went limp and flopped onto the bed with all the grace a man of his carriage could muster. Propping himself up, he flashed an inviting look towards Wanda. His cock stood at full mast, jutting proudly into the air, perfectly straight up.

It all looked just so wonderful.

Approaching with light, careful steps, Wanda crept to the edge of the bed, standing over her Master and his marvelous cock. She licked her lips, shuffled her feet, squeezed her thighs. She felt like just jumping his bones here and now, fighting against her own carnal and maternal needs in order to pace herself. She wanted to have a little fun with her new role as beloved, pampered sexslave...

Power coursed through the room, Wanda's scarlet chaos magic mingling with the oppressive magic of her Master, singing in splendid harmony. The energy crackled at her fingertips and spilled forth from her eyes, emerald eyes seeming to shine in the contrasting background of the bright red storm. Reaching out with the sixth sense granted to her by the magic, tendrils of red slipped around Rob's mighty, pulsating shaft, slowly swallowing and suffusing it. Her fingers tingled, both from the surging power swirling about them, and the psycho-kinetic **** linking her directly the hard, turgid cock before it.

It truly was a magnificent thing, Wanda thought, staring in awe, head crooked to the side, as the red energy tightened, coiled about Rob's great beast, slithering up and down, immediately earning her grunts of pleasure. A respectable length of more than five inches, closer to six, but grossly thick and meaty, dense with muscle and bulging veins to give it pleasing texture. Wanda's hands twitched, sweating pouring down her brow, as she fought back an animalistic moan, feeling every bare centimetre of the glorious dick in her grasp, even from so many feet away. With her magic, it was if she felt it in her hands, smooth flesh and bumpy veins; broad bulbous head and thick, pillar-like shaft. She spread the aura further, now encompassing his testicles as well, rolling them around in the palm of her hand with phantom sense, enjoying their weight and heft, imagining how much sperm Rob could produce with each orgasm, how deeply he could plant those seeds into her to make her dream come true.

Hunched over and wholly focused, unblinking in her phantom handjob, Wanda lurched ever closer with a blank look on her face, barely able to hear or see Rob's obvious enjoyment. "Keep going Wanda, this is amazing." He said, voice strained from the pleasure, dripping with lust and want, his smile audible. "This is what I love about super-powered babes like you. Vanilla sex is great, but nothing's better than getting powers involved. Tighter. Slower. Deeper. That's it. That's it..."

Wanda's subconscious must have been obeying Rob's orders, because while the lights were one, no witch was home at the moment. If the source of Rob's power was his lust and love, then Rob's cock was the temple of his power. And Wanda had just connected herself to this staggering power, mixing it with her own magic, and mainlining it directly into her.

While her powers were various and myriad in form - mutation and magic and others - the crux of Wanda's great strength was her status as a nexus being. Essentially, she herself was a nexus for magical power, meaning she could channel and syphon it from other sources into herself with great ease and then use it to greatly enhance herself. Djinn magic was a source of magic, obviously, and it was the root of Rob's power - of his immaculate sexual prowess. Of his guarantee to find, conquer, and enslave those women he lusted for.

And now all of this washed into Wanda, unbidden and without control.

She did not hear herself moan, high and heated. Nor did she hear her Master's moans, deep and rumbling. But she felt it. She felt the deep burning love Rob had for her. For Zatanna. For all of his women, past, present, and in the future. Wanda touched Rob's heart and felt everything he had, understood everything he was, became everything he wanted. Emotions and memories and dreams flooded her mind, forcing her to her knees, overwhelming her with the sheer magnitude of Rob's lust and the absolute perfection of his power. She relived memories of his past victories, and she saw visions of his future conquests.

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A gorgeous queen, pale of skin and hair, possessed of an icy exterior but of a warm and loving heart. She would melt under the molten love of the Master, allowing herself the love and affection she had denied herself for too long. But, also, the bitch queen would fall to her knees and forsake her crown, pledging her body to her king, and take her proper place as a servile slut.

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A woman of **** wealth and taste, thinking herself untouchable due to her fortune and status. Master would prove her wrong. Master would prove the only thing that mattered was her body and her devotion. The fortune she so coveted would only be a drop in the bucket for Master, so she must find other was to prove her worth.

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An alluring fox-girl, almost vampiric in her nature and power, able to beguile people with both her powers and appearance, but wanting more than just being a parasite. Master would give her the love and stability she claimed. Master would calm her tempestuous desires and charm the charmer. Also, apparently she was a pop star? Part of a girl group? Strange and incongruous, but tantalizing nonetheless.

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A busty and gothic witch, cool and acerbic, proudful to the point of arrogance. The kind of women that Master loved to fuck and loved to breakdown. Loved to tear apart the façade of control they created for themselves, to see them crawl on their knees and beg him for succor. Then he would ravish her and make her realize the truth of her existence.

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Ah, someone Wanda was intimately familiar with. Her Master had such splendid tastes, for Storm was beyond mere descriptors of beauty. So perfect, she was once worshipped as a goddess. But she rejected claims to divinity, and rightfully so. For soon, oh so soon, she would know what it was like to meet a true god, and she would happily worship him once she came around to the truth.

These were just some of the images Wanda grasped, for there were many and more - too, too many - for her feeble mind to comprehend her Master's numerous desires. Still, even if she could not get a clear picture, the emotion behind each image was clear. Seduce. Enslave. Conquer. Fuck. Own. Use. Play. Breed. Over and over and over again, such dizzying desire, oh such glorious vision her Master had! Truly, Wanda was glad to be here, to be with him, to be his. No woman faced with this truth could refute it!

"Ibelongtothemasterandishallservehiseverywilltheseslutsbelongtothemasterandshallknowtheirplace.allmustobeythemasterwithoutquestion.allmustserveallmustserveallmustserve"

At the eye of the storm, Wanda babbled and panted aloud, both words and spittle pouring forth with zealous abandon. She never wanted to surrender this feeling, abandon this connection. She never wanted anything more than-

"Adnaw sah a lufrewop msagro, won!"

Even with her not fulling hearing the worlds, the familiar sensation of Zatanna's power rippled through Wanda and towards the desired effect. She ceased panting and moaning, instead arching her back and raising her head, clenching her thighs and falling to her knees. A light fluttering of wings built in her stomach, before slithering downwards to her nethers, the wings beating faster and faster than a hummingbird's, enough to spark aflame in her loins before release came, Wanda screaming loudly the entire time.

By the time she came to, Wanda was shocked by what she had missed in her obsessive, blissful stupor. She was shocked by how hard and tender her nipples were, how soaked the silken material of her panties were. Rob's cock still stood erect and pulsing, but his thighs and belly were covered in thick strings of semen, the results of some wild discharges. Some strands even found there way to Wanda, spattering her across her chest and throughout her hair.

Zatanna stood by her side, offering both a hand and a smile.

"Apologies..." Wanda murmured, flushing, as she rose back to her feet. "I believe I got a little carried away..."

Rob merely shrugged from his supine position. "Such things happen. Trust me, I now." Wanda sensed there was a secret behind his wry smile, finding herself unable to remain upset or embarrassed. She gave the smile right back.

"I think the time for foreplay has past. Now... I think am I ready..."

Rob wordlessly agreed and acceded to her desires, subtlety gesturing to his awaiting cock with a wriggle of his brow. Zatanna assisted Wanda in clambering up to the bed, Wanda on her knees, hovering above Rob's own knees, her destiny awaiting her, so close.

"Thank you for waking me from that trance." She said to her counterpart, those her eyes twinkled with, mischievous and miffed. "But you could not have chosen something... less dramatic? Less licentious?"

Zatanna's eyes sparkled back, as she kissed Wanda on the cheek. "Oh, I could have, but they also would have been less fun. Don't worry, Rob loved watching your o-face."

Trying not to smile, Wanda said in reply, "I will get you back for this..." Zatanna beamed at the fire and the challenge.

"Oh, by all means... do you worst."

Turning back to the task at hand, Wanda took in a sharp breath, scooting forward towards Rob and his great, swollen member. Taking ahold of one of Rob's hands in her left and then one of Zatanna's in her right, Wanda took a deep breath, slowly lowering herself onto Rob's length. He watched her with soulful eyes, Wanda letting out little gasps with every motion, slowly settling downward, bit by bit, relishing in the sensation of it all. It was big, yes, but more than anything, it just felt right. So right. Like this is where Wanda always belonged, here, with her womanhood full of her Master's grand, perfect cock.

Fully hilted, down to the base, Wanda took a moment to take it all in, letting out a shuddering breath as she shut her eyes and focused on the hot, pulsing rod now buried with in her, once again connected to the temple of Rob's power, only in a more personal and intimate way. In time with his heartbeat, his power and desire thrummed within her, compelling her, telling her that her job was not yet complete.

"I am ready, my Master..." Wanda purred, her hands now placed against Rob's chest. "I am ready to make a child and give you a beautiful daughter or handsome son..."

Surprisingly, Rob grew slightly cross. "No. Not a son, a daughter. If you want a son, then I'll give one of your girls a cock and she can give you the deep-dicking a mother deserves."

"Ah, yes. As you say, sir." Wanda bowed her head in contrition, an odd thought niggling at her mind.

Clearly, she knew what she was, she knew what Rob had done to her. And Zatanna. And countless others. She was a ****, a whore, a slut, and any other number of invectives. When speaking earlier, Rob had clearly toned down his language on purpose, most likely as to not spook Wanda off. Or perhaps out of genuine care or love. But she knew his true intentions and desires, that his love came alongside pure lust born of the need to dominate and control. She was under that control, a thrall to Rob's desires. A sexslave of his literal dreams.

His desires trumped hers. And she was entirely okay with that fact.

Taking another deep breath, Wanda began to rock back and forth atop the cock, steadily building momentum. Rob sank back into the bed and relaxed, letting Wanda take charge and do the work, as Zatanna wrapped her arms around Wanda, hugging her encouragingly and nuzzling into her.

"Hmm, just like that Wanda, keep going..." Zatanna cooed, while looking at Rob. "How is she, Master?"

"Hnng, wonderful..." Rob grunted, bucking his hips slightly. Wanda responded by grinding her hips into him, circular motions. "Her cunt is nice and warm, and it's squeezing me like a vice, practically sucking me in, nice and deep. She's hungry for me, hungry for my cum, hungry for a baby... she's perfect."

Wanda blushed effusively, smiling at Rob and his words, both lewd and kind. "Thank you, my Master. This is... hmm! This is all I've ever wanted from a partner. You are perfect, my darling."

Slowly, Wanda began to bounce up and down on Rob's cock, once again building a head of steam in her quest to get a baby planted deep into her womb. Once she got going, it would have taken a Herculean effort to stop her, Wanda's speed and intensity snowballing to unstoppable speed, hair flying, breasts bouncing. She gasped and cried, power crackling in halo around her again, juices pouring from her pussy, as she felt the swollen head of Rob's cock bury itself deep inside of her. A battering ram threatening to tear down through her cervix and pierce her womb, flood her willing and waiting eggs with his divine seed.

Rob was grunting in time with Wanda's gasps, matching the rhythm of her ride with his upwards thrusts, hand seized about her narrow waist for grip. "Wanda, Wanda, Wanda... hngg! Tell me, tell me when you're ready, my love. Tell me when you want it!"

"Oh fuck me, give it to me Master! Wanda cried, lust and magic bursting forth freely. "Give it to me! Cum deep inside of me and impregnate me! Give me the children I so deeply deserve! That you so deeply desire! Now now now now! I want it Master!!!"

A sudden pressure formed within Wanda, as time slowed down for her, feeling every motion of Rob ejaculating within her. His cock twitched, very slightly first, but then began to spasm, thrumming back and forth like a spring doorstopper, each rapid vibration feeling like an earthquake within Wanda's cunt. She could feel the head grow in side, the tip dilating, and the first spurt of seed enter her. Then the next. Then the next. In nanoseconds, those spurts became a storm, surging forward in an unstoppable tide, filling the entire breadth and volume of her womb within moments. Something deep within Wanda's core - both physical and spiritual - hummed with deep contentment.

A glowing cattle skull branded itself onto her, beneath her stomach and above her crotch, shining in the brightest, most beautiful pink light Wanda had ever seen.

Her own orgasm was... impossible to describe. Between feeling her womb quicken, feeling the unbridled power of Rob's orgasm, her own was multiplied by a unfathomable magnitude. The last thing Wanda remembered was seeing the brand on her body. The next, she was cuddling with Rob and Zatanna atop the bed, both of them petting the glowing mark upon her.

"A baby... I'm going to have a baby..." Wanda said after a long moment of silence, basking in the beauty of it all.

"Master's first." Zatanna said with a smile. Vaguely, in some distant past, Wanda recalled Rob saying something to the opposite effect, and her suspicions were confirmed when Rob coughed awkwardly.

"Yeah, um, about that..."

"First or not, it makes no matter to me." Wanda said, rising up to her knees, hand over her belly. "Well, accept that this is the first of many children, I am sure. But..." With a bit of effort, Wanda summoned her power and focused it on Zatanna. In the moment, her defences were totally down, quickly suffused by the red aura of Wanda's magic, her body being puppeted by Wanda.

"Whoa!"

In a herky-jerky motion, Zatanna suddenly stood up, leapt off the bed and fell to her knees, head down and ass up. Then, with a bit more focus, Wanda used her psycho-kinetic **** to spread Zatanna's pussy wide open, a halo of crackling scarlet energy encircling the wet, dripping hole.

"Payback..." Wanda said, quietly, and then, louder, "Tell me Zatanna, have you ever considered having children?"

"Uh... no, cannot say that I have..." Zatanna stammered, uneasily, held paralyzed within the grasp of Wanda's power. She probably could have broken out of it, or at least fought Wanda to a stalemate, by why spoil the fun?

"Master..." Rob had risen to a sitting position upon the sight of Zatanna's open, dripping pussy, cock rising to the occassion again. Wanda wrapped her arms around him, purring to his ear. "Zatanna likes to style herself as your right-hand woman correct? Does that make me your left-hand? Are we as equally important to you?"

"Um, yes, yeah..." Rob gawked, bobbing his head awkwardly, eyes fully focused on the pink pussy on the ground.

"Then wouldn't it be gauche to give one hand a child and leave the other wanting. Don't you want to create a little bit of symmetry amongst your two beloveds?"

Without a word, Rob rose and came upon Zatanna in a heartbeat, fucking her relentlessly in another wild session of breeding sex. Wanda watched the entire act with a delighted look upon her face.

"Truly I am most blessed." Wanda pronounced, arms wrapped around Rob as he took Zatanna from behind. "Not only do I have a new man in my life, and a child on the way, but also I feel as if I have found a new sister too, my dear Zatanna. I am so happy we can share this joy together..."

The hours past and finally, the three fell asleep together, sweaty and tired and happy. Rob had his arms wrapped around both Wanda and Zatanna, the two women sleeping face-to-face, matching cervical tattoos pressing against one another.

It was the happiest Wanda Maximoff had ever been.

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Phew! That was a lot! Probably could have split it into a couple of chapters, but it's a big milestone we're at, and I wanted to give it the gravitas and moment it deserves.

As mentioned before, this signals the beginning of Part Three of the story, which may not be all that distinct compared to what came before, but starts with something big (the addition of Wanda and her power to the harem) and ends with something even bigger. At first, I was concerned I didn't have enough material for this part before our big climax, but after rearranging my notes, I am more than set. Fun stuff is ahead folks, stay tuned and enjoy!