Wonder Woman - Spellbound Ch. 02

Diana strode to the circle bed, reaching down to snatch up a bundle of silken sheets. Shades of red and pink from what Zatanna could see. And so too did she see the way Diana's robe clung to her hips and rear. The young witch admired it while she could in the seconds before her host turned back to face her.

"Mark had to run some errands. But he'll be home soon." Diana explained, hugging the silk sheets to her chest. She finally made a point to eye up Zatanna's dark, heavy coat. "You still have some time to get dressed."

This time it was Zatanna's turn to smirk.

"I already am." She answered proudly.

With quick hands, she undid the thick belt tied around her waist. Gripping the lapels of her coat, she swung her arms open wide, revealing tonight's outfit.

Diana's eyes lit up as she drank in the sight, a devious smile curling her perfect, red-painted lips. Zatanna's smirk grew in turn. She knew this little number would be a hit.

"Since this is a private show..." Zatanna sighed, letting the heavy coat slip from her shoulders. It fell into a pool around her ankles. "I thought the occasion called for a special outfit."

Diana gave a small hum of appreciation. Once more Zatanna felt a shiver roll through her body. And once more, it wasn't because she felt a chill.

"Oh, he's going to love it." The Amazon Princess purred, circling around Zatanna, admiring her as if she were a work of art. The woman's sweet voice poured into Zatanna's ears. "And he's going to love you."

- - -

The moment Mark Messner entered his home he was immediately struck with a heavy aroma of jasmine mixed with the sweetness of lavender. Familiar scents from romantic engagements of evenings past.

A grin tugged at his lips. He had only taken one step through his door and already his spirits were raised.

He set down his small bag of groceries - grapes, berries, a bottle of champagne - only to be instantly set upon by a pair of gentle - but strong - groping hands. A pair of lips teasing along the back and side of his neck as those same hands began working at the buttons of his shirt. Mark let out a deep chuckle.

"The man of the hour arrives." Diana sang into his ear, her lovely voice dripping with delight and desire. "You've kept us waiting, love."

Mark furrowed his brow. But the realization struck him quickly.

"Us? Oh." Mark let out the kind of laugh a man gave when he hit the jackpot. "We're doing it tonight?"

The Zatanna situation - Mark knew they would get around to having some fun with the beautiful witch but he didn't think Diana would make a move so soon.

With half of his shirt now unbuttoned and his chest exposed to Diana's roaming hands, the Amazonian circled around to his front - though she kept their bodies close, unwilling to part from her lover for too long. Diana stole a kiss from him, lingering on that embrace for a long moment before finally drawing back.

Not even five minutes back at home and Diana already had Mark's blood running hot, his prick swelling up nice and fat in the confines of his pants. While she drew his shirt open the rest of the way, the younger man finally had the chance to look his girlfriend in the eye. Excitement and yearning were etched on her regal features, her pert lips curled into a naughty smile.

"Yes." She told him, nodding giddily. "Tonight."

With his shirt now completely open, Diana leaned down and pressed her lips to his bare chest. She gave a lovely little hum, making a show of taking in his scent, his musk, before drawing back up.

Then, with a spark in her eyes, she took him by the arm and led him towards the living room.

"We rearranged some furniture. I hope you don't mind." Diana said, eagerly drawing him deeper into the den of desire she had made of his home.

"Of course not. I don't mind the wardrobe change, either." Mark replied, finally taking notice of Diana's state of dress.

She was in her Wonder Woman garb - but not the battle dress she normally wore these days. It was one of her older outfits, the one without the ancient-style battle skirt. Instead, Diana wore star-spangled bottoms, cut high on her hips to reveal delicious swaths of tanned thigh. Her red bustier was even more snug on her waist and belly, so tight to her body that Mark could faintly make out the lines of her abdomen. A second skin - and upon Wonder Woman, such a thing was drool-worthy.

Even better was the golden eagle that held up her breasts. To great delight of menfolk of the past, Diana's earlier Amazonian garb was far less modest. The eagle was smaller and rested lower on the swells of her bosom, offering onlookers more sweet flesh for their feasting eyes. A proud bust, impossibly perky - with an even prouder valley of cleavage. So deep that Mark thought he'd get lost in it.

Hell, he had gotten lost in it. Buried his face in those tits so many times he'd lost count. As was the duty of any red-blooded man who found himself so fortunate as to be Wonder Woman's squeeze.

Diana let go of his arm as they reached the doorway to the living room. She gave him a look, sensual eyes striking deep into his soul. With a saucy smirk, the Amazon did a little spin for him - offering a view of the wondrous body that belonged to him. An invitation to admire. And so Mark did. Especially the way those star-spangled bottoms clung so deliciously to her ass. The younger man almost wanted to cry.

"I know you're eager to peel me out of this suit... but that'll be for later." Diana breathed out, her voice heavy with excitement and need. "For now... I just want to watch."

Then she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into the living room.

- - -

6.

True to Diana's word, Mark's living room had been... altered.

Gone were the sofas, the recliner chairs, and the coffee table. Replaced with a single circular bed set low to the floor and covered with dark velvet sheets and heart-shaped cushions.

The room was dim, lit only by the dozens of candles that lined the walls of the room, set upon shelves and tables and above his fireplace. The aroma of jasmine and lavender was even stronger now, heavy in Mark's nostrils and filling his chest with a blooming warmth. From the ceiling hung narrow sheets of sheer silk, filling the open air with varying shades of red and pink.

Mark could only smile. If Diana had put in this much effort in the room, he could only imagine how much she'd do for the main event. The young man was thoroughly invested in what was to come, hot blood flowing through his body - and into his loins.

"Woah." Mark breathed out. Diana drew him towards the round bed, sending a flirty smile his way - right before shoving him down onto the mattress. The Amazon remained standing, looking upon her man with heated eyes. Then she moved off to the side, where a single seat was waiting for her. Mark watched her hips and rear as she went - he couldn't help it.

"You really went all out on the presentation." He added, lifting himself onto his elbows.

"Well, I am a stage magician." A different, but familiar voice answered. Sweet, cheery, and feminine. Then came the clicking of heels, approaching the bed from the shadows beyond the hanging silk. "Presentation is in my blood."

Zatanna Zatara stepped forth into view. And what a view she was.

Sultry blue eyes bore down onto Mark Messner. But lower, that's what had his heart hammering. Zatanna had been radiant when he and Diana had seen her show, but the outfit she had worn was comparatively modest to the number that adorned her body. Fishnets clung to her legs, though now she sported a wider mesh - less stocking, more net. More of her creamy skin was left for Mark's admiring eyes. And more leg as well.

Like Diana, Zatanna's bottoms were cut high. Where on stage, Zatanna had worn tight shorts, now she wore bottoms more akin to panties. More leg, more hip, the sensual curves of Zatanna's body beckoned Mark's gaze, offering itself to his enjoyment.

Her top was... abbreviated from her stage garb. No black tailcoat, nor was there the cream-colored corset. Tonight, Zatanna had opted for a simple white bodice, one that left her arms and shoulders bare - and was cut low enough that her sweet, pale breasts were but an inch or two from spilling free.

Even her hair was different. Gone were the flowing waves, styled now into straight, shimmering locks of raven black. It fell down past her shoulders and bangs hung just over her eyes. Eyes that were level with his, them burning bright, electric blue. They saw his desire. And they delighted in it.

And her lips... a dark, glossy black.

The only thing that remained from her garb of her stage outfit was her top hat, resting comfortably above her head. A little bit silly, but for Mark the cute hat only added to her allure.

She was stunning. And she damn well knew it.

Zatanna strode closer, a model's pride on her face. Every step clicked against the wooden floor, sending wonderful quakes through the softness of her body. Mark drank it in.

The sexy witch now stood over him, hands on her hips. Her slender fingers sank slightly into the flesh. The young man felt a dark, primal thrill. He felt a wild urge then, to reach out and touch her. But he calmed himself. Such delights were not meant to be rushed.

"Zatanna Zatara." He greeted, still propped up on his elbows. His shirt remained open thanks to Diana's groping hands, offering just as much skin for the woman's viewing pleasure. And from the look in her eyes, there was indeed pleasure. It sent pride spiking in his heart. "It's an honor to host you in my home."

"Hosting. Is that what we're calling it? Cute." Zatanna gave a tiny snort. One of her legs drew forward so that her knee rested on the edge of the circle bed. Right between Mark's legs. It wasn't even touching him, within an inch of contact with his groin - but Mark felt his cock twitch all the same. Zatanna leaned down, her eyes not breaking from his. Her voice came as a low purr. "I don't normally do private shows. But Diana tells me there's something special about you. Something I came to see for myself."

Mark breathed in deep. Desire burned hot in his chest, spreading through his body. His cock, swelled even further, creating a clear bulge in his pants. Zatanna couldn't miss it, not then. Not when she was so close.

"Yeah?" Mark's voice came almost as a growl. "And what did Diana tell you, exactly?"

Zatanna pursed her black-painted lips. Mark imagined their softness gracing his body, his chest, his stomach, his hard cock. His balls churned, roiling with hot seed at the thought.

But the young, hot witch pulled away. She backed up a step, standing at full height. Staring down once more at the man she was to entertain. And her bright, electric eyes... they regarded him.

"First thing's first..." Zatanna started, devious delight coloring her words. She pointed a finger at Mark - her long nails, he noted, were also painted a glossy black. "You are far too overdressed for the occasion, Mr. Messner. Evomer sih gnihtolc!"

The magic was immediate. Mark jumped in shock as his clothes disappeared from his body. In an instant, the young man was completely naked. Not a stitch remained - not even his watch!

And his cock? Inches and inches of thick, veiny meat sprung up from between his legs, throbbing angrily against the cool air. Mark watched Zatanna's face, her eyes, gauging the witch's reaction.

Zatanna saw. And Zatanna liked.

With a daring smirk, she reached down and took him in hand. Mark sighed at the warmth of her touch, leaning back into the bed as her slow, gentle strokes graced his manhood.

"Mmm. Diana wasn't lying." The witch spoke absently, her gaze fully fixed on the length of meat in her hand. She parted her lips, snaking her tongue over the glossy black, pumping him slowly, wonderfully. From base to tip, her hand slid up and down, her fingers attempting to close around his girth as they drew closer to the fat, swollen head. She gave a short, breathless laugh. "Those condoms weren't big enough."

The young man smirked. Another spike of pride had his ego swelling that much more. He wasn't even fully hard yet!

"You always bring condoms to private shows?" Mark huffed, letting the woman work. He sucked in air through his teeth as her other hand came to cup his balls, massaging them.

"Only the fun ones." Zatanna teased. Then she drew her hands away, leaving Mark feeling the cold of her absence. His cock twitched, as if begging for her touch to return. But the gorgeous witch only gave a pout of mock apology. She raised her arm, pointing her finger right at his cock. "Emoceb ylluf tcere!"

Suddenly, Mark felt his prick surge with heat and blood - even more than it already was! A potent wave of arousal rushed through his body, blazing right to his groin. His heart was pounding, hammering within his chest. As his cock twitched and swelled even bigger, so too did his hunger for sweet, womanly flesh.

With a grunt, the young man fell back flat onto the mattress, now breathless. A snarl passed through grit teeth as he craned his neck up. He peered down his body, seeing his manhood stabbing valiantly towards the ceiling. It twitched angrily, swollen red and with pulsing veins running up the stalk of flesh. Long and thick and desperate for the grace of female company.

Zatanna giggled, poking the tip of her finger against the bulbous cockhead. She pressed against it, forcing the length to sway towards Mark's stomach. Then she released the pressure. The witch gave a cry of delight as Mark's cock swung back into place like a meaty pendulum, seemingly entranced as it swayed in the air. Back and forth, back and forth, her eyes followed it. She licked her lips.

"That's a pretty heft tool you got there, Mark." Another giggle bubbled up in her throat. "A cock like this... it's a two-woman job, easy. I think I need an extra pair of hands to deal with you."

"Diana said she just wanted to watch for now." Mark groused, unthinking. All the blood was rushing to his cock, away from his head - otherwise he wouldn't have turned down inviting Diana into the fray.

"Mark..." Zatanna gave him a very amused smile. "Remember who you're talking to."

Just then, Mark felt a pair of soft, slender hands glide gently - and warmly - over his bare shoulders. Feminine hands with a feminine touch, delightful and eager, accompanied by a sweet, feminine laugh. Right in his ear. They slid down his chest, down his abs, arms wrapping around his torso and lifting him, drawing him further into the warm presence now pressing against his back. Hot breath teasing at his ear. Soft lips upon his neck. A wonderful sensation. But not by Diana's hand. Mark knew her touch too well.

Mark turned his head... and came face to face with Zatanna Zatara.

He stared, for a moment stunned into silence. He turned his eyes forward again, seeing Zatanna still standing before him. She had her arms crossed beneath her perky breasts, a wicked smile curling her black lips.

The sound of delighted laughter filled his ear. The second Zatanna caught him by the chin, forcefully turning his head towards her. She had the same electric blue eyes, the same straight bangs, the same black-painted lips. A perfect duplicate.

Zatanna Two brushed her nose against his, humming sweetly.

"Ah, the benefits of being in two places at once." She teased. Then she darted forward and stole a kiss from him. Deep and probing, her tongue snaked into his mouth.

Mark's body grew tense... but he didn't fight it. He was a man, after all. The shock quickly gave way to excitement. Enthusiasm. Hot-blooded zeal. He began kissing back, devouring the moans that came bubbling up her throat.

He soon felt Zatanna's hands - the first one - return to his cock. Both of them this time, slender fingers wrapping around his fat length. She started to stroke him faster than before, more insistent, more desperate. Mark grunted into the kiss, his prick throbbing under the witch's maddening touch.

Mark only broke the kiss when he needed to breathe. Zatanna Two was similarly breathless, but no less fervent in her desire. She nipped playfully at his neck as he turned to face her duplicate - or was the Zatanna stroking his cock the original? He couldn't truly tell.

The Zatanna between his legs met his eyes, both her hands pumping up and down his length. It was almost hypnotic, watching the woman work him over, milking him so eagerly. She gave him a cute little smile as she slowed her strokes, taking a moment to massage his bulbous cockhead. She drew her thumb over the tip, smearing the precum that leaked from the slit. Mark groaned as Zatanna twisted her palm over the head, using his own leakage as lubricant. Pleasure pulsed down his cock, every thick, swollen inch of it.

"Magic can come in handy, huh?" Zatanna One teased, her voice dropping low and sultry.

"I'll say." Mark answered weakly.

Zatanna One beamed, dropping down to give the tip a soft kiss - just barely touching her pursed lips to the angry cockhead. Then she rose again, drawing her hands away from his shaft and stones once more. It was agonizing, the way she was working him, teasing him. But that was part of the performance, Mark had to admit. The best was always saved for the finale.

The witch removed her top hat, holding it before her belly. As her double continued to kiss and nip at his neck, the witch sent Mark a look full of naughty delight... and naughty promise.

"And for my first trick..." Zatanna One sang, gesturing towards Mark's manhood with her top hat. "I'm going to make this big, fat cock... disappear!"

She held her top hat over his cock and lowered it. Mark watched, expecting his cockhead to touch the top before it was all the way down. But the brim kept lowering and lowering until it rested right against his lap. Mark never even felt his manhood touch the inside of the hat. It was as if the hat was bottomless - or topless in this case.

The young thief stared at the top hat sitting over his groin, bewildered. It was one thing to watch a magic trick, but another thing entirely to have one performed on him. Behind him, the Zatanna duplicate cradling his upper body in her lap let out a snorting, giddy laugh. The other Zatanna - the one who just hid his dick away - laughed with her, taking clear joy in his reaction.

Mark decided to just roll with it, keeping his mouth shut as Zatanna Two handed Zatanna One her own top hat. The witch wore a tiny, naughty smile, her eyes glittering with mischief. She tipped the hat upside down, so that the bowl faced upwards.

"Gonna pull a bunny out of that hat?" Mark joked. He couldn't help himself. Even when he could feel his prick throbbing almost painfully in the abyss within Zatanna's top hat.

Zatanna's smile turned from naughty to downright sinful.

"Not quite. I was thinking more like a rooster."

Then the real magic happened. Zatanna reached into the hat... and Mark felt her fingers wrap around his shaft. Utterly bemused, the young thief watched as the sexy witch drew his cock from the inside of the second top hat, inch after inch emerging from the bowl until he could see the entirety of his length jutting out before Zatanna's pretty face.

It couldn't have been a fake, Mark knew. From his spot on the bed, he watched her stroke the cock - and he could feel it! The lovely sensation of her soft, diligent hands working his shaft had him groaning, melting under her touch.

Zatanna Two let out a pleased hum, pressing kisses to his temple. Her hands were as busy as her double's, one running through Mark's hair, the other drawing across the lean muscle of his chest. The touch upon his cock was eager, desperate... but the touch from the woman at his back was soothing, gentle. Trapped in the magical clutches of a duplicated witch, all while his Amazonian girlfriend watched from the shadows. Mark hoped Diana was enjoying the show as much as he was.