Queen of Wands update

Peter didn’t let Mary Jane come. It was like the fast, easy climax she would’ve had within moments of experiencing his thrusting need from behind weren’t enough, would be too unsatisfactory for this carnal experience, sharing a threesome in Zatanna’s dressing room, now having her watch as they consummated their romance all on their own, with the magician as only an onlooker. Blessed to both experience the sheer physical desire of their relationship and now, secondhand, the more intimate side of their love for each other. 

Instead, Peter pulled out of Mary Jane, whipping her around so that instead of being bent over Zatanna’s vanity, she was picked up and seated on it, her ass on the same level as the taller man’s hips, her back against the mirror where Zee applied her make-up. “Sorry, babe,” Peter said with a cheesy grin that could only be endearing on a man so in love. “But I need to suck your tits while I’m fucking you. They’re just too good to go unappreciated.”

“Then get down there, tiger,” Mary Jane replied, grinning fiercely herself. “Show this ginger how many freckles you can find--!”

Peter moved against her, his hands on her svelte thighs, bending over her to kiss inside her cleavage as MJ arched her back, offering up her breasts to the pleasure she knew only Peter could bring her. He moved up and down, retracing the path he had taken so many times as he went from kissing Mary Jane to eating her out, or vice versa—always pleasantly surprised at just how willing MJ was to taste her own creamy enjoyment of Peter’s efforts on his lips. He lingered over her breasts both ways, licking and nursing on the already painfully hard nipples.

Watching this, Zatanna felt her own nipples shoot out like fireworks about to explode. She played with them, surprising herself by wishing that Peter was sucking on them. It was her long-held belief that a woman—like Mary Jane—knew best how to please a woman, but seeing how MJ was enjoying Peter’s ministrations, Zatanna doubted her assumptions as her cunt simmered with a returning heat.

She wanted what Mary Jane was getting, preferably exactly what Mary Jane was getting, and the sooner, the better. She knew a woman of her many blessings would have no trouble finding a man to service her, but it would have to wait. Not because she was hung up on the Parker boy, no… she just couldn’t bear to stop watching when their lovemaking was becoming so very passionate. Nor could she join in and break the delicate symbiosis of their mutual love combining with their mutual lust. They were so entwined, both body and spirit, that they could’ve been a Tarot card.

I guess I’ll just have to sit back and watch, Zatanna thought to herself, reaching between her legs, to the pleasures Peter and Mary Jane would soon be claiming for themselves. Poor little me…