Zatanna, the Mistress of Magic

I had always found Zatanna, the backwards talking magician, to be inspiring of erections. And her usual outfit was already as slutty as they come. The downside of of course, is that she's immensely powerful. Anything she says backwards, happens. But go big or go home. My world premiere was going to be one hell of show. Zatanna is a traveling magician by day, so it was easy enough to find her. I noted with a smile, that the show was going to be televised.

I took a seat and watched, waiting for the best time to strike. The curtains drew back, and there she was. She was a vision. She sauntered about in high heels and fishnets, a yellow corset around her waist. She wore a white, long sleeved button up shirt in silk. It showed no skin, but left nothing to the imagination. The combo of the corset and the tightly clinging shirt did wonderful things to her already impressive breasts. They were upthrust and protruding, just begging for attention. Which I would soon be giving. She also wore white gloves, a reduced magician's jacket, and a top hat. And of course, the red bow tie encircling her throat gave my erect cock an extra spasm. She was the quintessential slutty magician, and that was without my intervention.

She was working the crowd, distracting them with talk while her hands did something else. I decided to distract her. Her chatter suddenly stopped and she stumbled, but caught herself. It was probably distracting, having millions of feathers start stroking your breasts while on stage. Her blushing cheeks were visible from the cheap seats. I decided to help her out.

"I believe she needs a volunteer from the audience!" I declared, striding towards the stage. She saw me, and realized I must be responsible for what was happening to her. She opened her mouth to utter some nasty spell, and I exerted my will. I wasn't sure this would work, but fortune favors the bold. She did indeed utter a spell, but my powers intervened. Whatever she had meant to make happen, a purple silk popped into existence in her mouth instead, it's end protruding from between her ruby lips. I gestured, making her lips a glossy red forever.

She began backing away from me, and pulling the silk out of her mouth, only to find that it was tied to more silk. She kept pulling, but she was about to get another surprise. She was really piling up the silk scarves at this point, but then stopped suddenly, eyes wide. I had just made it so that every knot that passed her lips caused her to orgasm. Her powers relied on her being able to speak, so she knew she had to keep pulling the scarves out and in doing so cum for the cameras and her audience.