Queen of Wands update

Zatanna had had a hot audience that night, giving her a standing ovation when her act was finished, but if they saw her now, she suspected she would’ve brought the house down even more.

Bent over her vanity, wearing only her top hat, her legs were splayed lewdly in Peter’s tight grip as he fucked her ass. Mary Jane was sitting next to her, naked from the waist down, her bare ass flexing in the three-way mirror as she touched herself with the same vigor that her boyfriend was using to make Zatanna come.

Yes, as much as her fans might like her magic tricks, Zatanna strongly suspected they would’ve preferred to see this, though she hadn’t trained nearly so hard to learn how to take a cock. It just came naturally to her. And, craning her neck to look up at Mary Jane’s face, she saw her current audience was enjoying herself quite nicely.

“Fuck the shit out of her! Fuck her little ass! Make that little cocksucker come!” Mary Jane reached down between Zatanna’s legs and grabbed Peter’s balls, squeezing them firmly. Peter let out a yelp and slammed his prick all the way into Zatanna’s ass, the pleasure and the pain of his entry multiplying in equal measure. 

Zatanna couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not. Her eyes bulged. She gurgled on her own spit, which drooled down her chin as she stared at her bug-eyed reflection in the mirror. She hardly recognized herself, knew she had never been fucked this hard, taken such a big cock up her ass, or met a couple like Peter and MJ. She was coming, she knew she was coming, the tightness in her stuffed ass squeezing pain into pleasure like a volcano turned coal into diamonds, and the last thing she saw as everything went delightfully black was her own glazed eyes rolling back in her head.

Showing the kind of grace and showmanship that every magician looked for in an assistant, Mary Jane dismounted from the vanity’s countertop, landed on her feet, and slid down into a crouch where her head was level with Zatanna’s well-fucked ass, never taking her fingers out of her cunt. She continued diddling herself as she looked up at Peter.

“My turn, tiger,” she said sweetly, then threw her mouth wide open to leave no doubt as to what she wanted.

Peter pulled out of Zatanna, leaving her asshole gaping open, and drove himself between Mary Jane’s lips. The redhead evinced no revulsion over the fact that her lover had just sodomized another woman. And as she sucked, Peter pulled Zatanna up to her feet, her top hat finally detaching from her head and spinning to a stop on a spot of drool she’d left behind. He drew Zatanna against his chest, kissing her even as he came in Mary Jane’s mouth, the room full of her gurgling moans. But Zatanna didn’t really respond—she was numb, from head to toe, and too lost to comprehend what was happening. Until she smelled the tart scent of Peter’s cum filling Mary Jane’s cheeks.

“Don’t you dare swallow,” Zatanna slurred, and fell with a painful banging of her knees to the floor, where she embraced Mary Jane in a kiss that shared both so much more than Peter’s seed and so much of Peter’s seed.

Zatanna enjoyed the twin tastes of Peter and Peter’s girlfriend for what felt like hours, until Mary Jane was hauled up almost out of sight, bent over the same vanity that Zatanna had just adorned, with Peter positioning himself behind her and preparing for entry in so much the same way as before that Zatanna almost had flashbacks.

She didn’t even have the energy to touch herself as Mary Jane had when she’d been in Zatanna’s situation, though, and as Peter pressed himself into MJ, Zatanna slumped down underneath them. All she could do from there was mouth a spell.

“Kcuf reh. Kcuf reh drah.”