Knock Knock update

Diana couldn’t resist checking one last time with a stab of her tongue into Mary Jane’s grommet, making MJ squeal and pull away, finally unable to take anymore and gasping with all she’d already felt.

Diana’s sex was never calm, but she once more felt in control of its torpor—sated enough to pull herself back from true depravity and see that her lovers were properly cared for. She kept tingling as she sat up, spreading her long legs, and bracing herself on her arms, her breasts heaving up potently.

“I could devour you two for hour after hour,” she whispered. “Experience nothing but cunt and hard cock until your bodies give out… then revive you… nurse you back to health… make you perfect sexual animals, trained to satisfy again and again… oh, my beloveds, the thoughts you fill me with!”

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Where in the hell was she? Zatanna checked her watch again. It wasn’t like Diana to be late. And after she’d insisted she wanted to be present for the magical experiment that Zatanna thought would finally get them a line on going home.

True, Zee’d been a bit put out by Diana’s insinuation that she’d need a demigod on hand in case ‘something went wrong’—her spells barely ever went wrong—but then for Diana not to show… It wasn’t like her. Even after Zatanna had tried to convince her that it wasn’t necessary for her to monitor, in any way, the hands-on research into this world’s unique magic…

Zatanna had gone ahead with the trial, expecting Diana to be simply running late. But here she was, two hours later, having successfully opened a line of communication to Doctor Fate. Things were fine back on Earth-2, but it just felt wrong that Diana wasn’t on hand. Like something had misfired. Didn’t it usually go that there was some crisis in the offing, that Diana had reason to take charge and get them home so they could save the day?

Maybe Zatanna was paranoid. Years of superheroing… and dating John Constantine… would do that to a girl. She didn’t need a locator spell to guess where Diana most likely was, but to be on the safe side, she used it anyway.

Peter’s apartment. Of course.

She took a teleportation spell there, ending up in the living room, and was only a little surprised to find Peter, naked and kneeling, wrapped up in the golden lasso that gagged his mouth, tied his hands behind his back, locked his ankles together, and knotted around the base of his cock. Seemingly keeping it at the state of gargantuan erection it was when Zatanna appeared.