Elvira's Invitation 11

“Uh-huh,” Elvira agreed, face lighting up as she saw that Trigon had relaxed his telekinetic hold on Zatanna’s throat. “And I happen to like her more in all her cross-dressing glory than I would as a flaming skeleton. Heck, I might even like her if she took off the fishnets.”

“Trigon would observe how well you know each other, harlot.”

“You’re lucky I take requests,” Elvira told him, a little bit not liking the idea of appealing to the male gaze, but really liking the idea of making it with Zee.

“Soon you will take far more than Trigon’s requests. But first…”

“You don’t have to tell me twice. Heck, you don’t have to tell me one time.” Elvira kissed Zatanna on the cheek as she recovered from being throttled. “Never a bad reason for some girl on girl, but how does this rank, anyway? Above Jell-O shots? Below?”

“We are so changing the locks on you,” Zatanna muttered hoarsely.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Elvira asked, helping Zatanna out of her jacket. “I thought you liked working in front of an audience.”

“I suppose this could count as doing a sky-clad ritual to appease the gods,” Zatanna said, unbuttoning her blouse. “But I am seriously going to kick your ass for this.”

“Oh, come on, honey, play with my tits before you say a thing like that. You’ll enjoy yourself, promise. I piss off those other losers all the time and they still have hate sex with me!”

“I can’t believe you actually have a point. I might as well join in since you’ve done everyone else on the team.”

“That’s the spirit! Get us both hot and, uh, maybe give me a magic cock?”

Zatanna sighed. “I’m not giving you a magic cock. And since this is all your fault, you’d better not expect me to do all the work.”

“Honey, all I expect is for you to keep the fishnets on.”

Elvira pressed herself against Zatanna, taking her hand and fitting it to one enormous breast. Zatanna could feel the nipple in her palm, tense with delight already. She moved her fingers tentatively, testing the firmness of the globe, shocked at how solid it was despite its size. She pressed it as flat as she could against Elvira’s body, then drew her fingers off it in a lingering caress.

Elvira shut her eyes. Her lips parted and a long, slow breath departed her mouth. She rolled her head on her shoulders, a lazy smile occupying her face.

“I’ve got two, you know.”

It was strange to be touching another woman’s breasts, Zatanna thought. She didn’t know if she could get used to it. She didn’t feel like herself—she felt like a man.

In a weird way, it was triply effective compared to sex the normal way. She enjoyed touching bare, nubile skin—even if it was another woman’s. She liked feeling like a man, being the aggressor, not wanting to be submissive or subservient at all. And, of course, she enjoyed being touched herself. Even if it was Elvira doing it… of all people, of all women…

As she groped Elvira’s swelling breasts, Zatanna’s free hand went to her own bust. She was feeling herself, feeling Elvira, and feeling her own hand on her tits. Triply effective. Three sensations that flowed together into pure, sumptuous pleasure.

Elvira was really trembling now. Zatanna put both her hands on the other woman’s narrow waist and dropped her lips to a breast, taking in all she could of the flesh surrounding one hardened nipple. Everything she mouthed was succulent. She could taste Elvira’s enjoyment in her pulsing little bud.

Elvira went rigid. Her lips circled as she sucked in air. Her hands went over Zatanna’s skin, not stopping until she found the pleasing contours of her breasts, feeling them with trembling fingers while Zatanna’s mouth grew more ardent on her sensitive nipple. The two women caressed each other eagerly, needfully, reveling in how much they could touch and be touched.

And kiss. And more. Elvira pulled Zatanna down until she’d sat on a nearby couch and Zatanna was in her lap, her breasts in her face. Elvira’s fingers petted Zatanna’s back, urging her to lower herself down as her full lips opened in a wet O to receive.

“Oh, it’s gonna be good, Zee,” Elvira moaned. “Really good! I know you’re used to playing with your wand, but too much of that and you’ll go blind!”

She rolled Zatanna onto her back and came up to her knees. Her hands went to Zatanna’s cunt.

“Yes! Oh God!” Zatanna moaned, eyes closed, only able to focus on the fire growing inside of her.

She felt Elvira’s fingers playing in her pubic hair, touches electrifying the tender lips of her sex. Her legs closed tightly around Elvira’s hands; sighs flew from her smiling lips.

“Getting into it now, aren’t you?” Elvira teased.

“Yes! Fuck! You do know what to do, you… annoying fucking emcee!”

Elvira ignored the jibe; she was too turned on to think of a comeback anyway. “Cock is fun, but only a pussy can really relax you,” she said, her voice thick with passion. “Doesn’t it feel nice having me playing with your cunt? Maybe you’ll take me with you to the Watchtower next time we’re fumigating…”

Zatanna could only whimper back to her. She’d become too hot to do anything else. She couldn’t think of how it wasn’t a man making love to her; she couldn’t think of anything. Nothing mattered except for the way Elvira’s skillful fingers attacked her stiff clit… slid between her moist lips and into her eager snatch.

Zatanna fluttered her body against Elvira’s fingers, undulating from her constantly moving hips to the muscles inside her. Massaging Elvira’s penetration the way she had so often done with a man’s cock. But suddenly Elvira took her fingers out of Zatanna’s yearning opening.

“No!” Zatanna gasped. “Don’t stop!”

“I’m not stopping,” Elvira assured her. “I’m finishing you off.” She gave Zatanna a quick kiss and a lick across her beestung lips to take advantage of how turned on she was. Zee couldn’t help but coo at the pleasurable treatment, even as she longed for the further stimulation she desperately needed. “I’m sure plenty of guys have been happy to put their head between those fishnets, but have you ever been eaten out by a woman?”

“Yes! I mean, no, but God, yes! Please!” Zatanna said, her voice cracking with the torrid passion she felt inside.

It didn’t matter that this was so different from any sex she’d ever had before. It didn’t matter that Trigon was watching, perhaps about to murder them as soon as the show was over. If he did, at least she’d die happy, with the itch in her pussy satisfied by Elvira’s hot mouth.

“Eat me! Eat my cunt, Elvira! Eat this pussy until I come!”

Gently, firmly, Elvira pressed Zatanna down onto the couch. Zatanna instinctively parted her legs for Elvira, who laid down on her, her soft weight holding down Zatanna’s writhing. Their bellies closed together, their legs intertwined.

Zatanna’d never dreamed that another woman could feel so good on her. She lay in inviting passivity, enjoying the feeling, waiting for Elvira’s next move. Everything was so different from how it was with a man, but no less exciting.

Then Elvira started her campaign down Zatanna’s body. She kissed her belly, tongue dipping into her navel, then snaking through her pubic thatch until it found the lips hiding her greatest sensitivity. Zatanna gasped and was unable to hold her body back from trembling with Elvira’s hot tongue tracing along her damp contours, the eager opening of her sex.

First, Elvira tasted the goods—then her tongue pushed inside, laving its way through the throbbing readiness of Zatanna’s folds until it was at her clit. Zatanna gasped, aware of every drop of her juices running through her rioting cunt. She knew it wouldn’t take much more to make her come—she was practically coming already, awash in cream, all that nectar just needing one last signal to launch out of her and rinse away the heated sweat on Elvira’s face…

“Elvira!” she moaned, and the other woman looked up with slanted eyes at the lavish agony on her face.

“Whose mouth do you think has the most magic in it?” Elvira teased her cooingly. “Mine or yours?”

“Yours, it’s yours!” Zatanna panted, barely able to talk. “But I don’t want to be the only one! I want you to come too! Let me lick you, Elvira!”

“Well, I guess you hero types wouldn’t be pillow princesses,” Elvira laughed. “I’m sure you’d rather be motorboating me, but since that’s anatomically impossible, even for people who look good in spandex—”

“Enin-ytxis!” Zatanna cried, and like that, Elvira was on top of her, facing the other way, Zatanna kissing her open thighs and hoping Elvira felt as good as she’d made her feel.

“If you say that the normal way, does it still work?” Elvira mused before going back to motivating Zatanna.