Risk It All: Taking the Pot (ch. 29)

I tried. I did, really. I even opened my mouth to respond -- to list out the reasons why this was probably a bad idea and why we shouldn't do it. Mainly, while Zatara was her father, he wasn't mine, and the guy would absolutely murder me when he found out. Not if. When. I mustered up my resolve…

Then, suddenly, she was naked. Her breasts a perfect teardrop, areola capped with hardened nipples, her flat stomach exposed, and a faint glisten on the insides of her thighs. Every single thought in my head vanished like smoke in the wind, leaving me utterly speechless as I could only gape at her nude body. I could barely understand a word that she said after that -- the sight of her naked body searing itself into my brain until it overruled all my other senses.

Zatanna dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands reaching up to my waistline as her lips parted. Her deep blue eyes met mine and all I saw in them was desire. I could only guess what she saw in mine, but she seemed to enjoy my reaction to her. Any thought I had of calling this off went up like smoke, to the point I couldn't even remember what my arguments had been, or comprehend why this was totally a terrible idea that I was going to pay for later.

Now, the only thing going on in my head was the fact I was about to get my dick sucked by a beautiful girl. Zatanna was going to put my penis in her mouth. What a fucking wild idea. Holy shit. "I like that look on your face," Zatanna teased as she looked up at me. She smiled lightly, "Odnu," she spoke, backward and my pants unzipped themselves, before both they and my boxers dropped to my ankles.

My cock sprang free, liberated at last, and announced itself by lightly smacking into Zatanna's forehead with an audible thump. She just about went cross eyed looking up at it and a small gasp escaped her, her breathing picking up excitedly at the sight.

Charisma made me more attractive in every conceivable way -- it cleared up my skin, made my hair healthier, it made me better looking, taller, and even sound sexier. It also had the added benefit of making my cock more impressive. I had always been around average length and size, but comparing the cock that slapped Zatanna in the face to what I used to sport was like comparing night to day.

It wasn't some megahuge horse cock that would probably rupture someone's internal organs if I ever fully sheathed myself inside of them, but I was firmly in the impressive category in terms of size and girth.

Which really reinforced why Charisma was my favorite stat.

"And I really like the look of this guy," Zatanna muttered, her hand reaching up to slowly stroke my painfully hard cock. It was the first time someone other than myself had ever touched my dick. I'm shocked I didn't immediately blow my load then and there. Especially with the way she was looking at it. She looked up at my dick with the same amount of awe that I looked at her naked body.

Which reminded me. To make things a little more even, I peeled off my shirt, leaving me about as naked as she was, minus the socks. She bit her lip as she drank the sight of me in, "Time to repay the favor…"

With that, Zatanna tilted back her head and opened her mouth, and I found the head of my cock enveloped in a warm, wet softness as she guided it past her lips. Her tongue gave me a tentative lick on the other side, which made her moan lightly. I nearly did the same, watching her with unrestrained awe as I received my first blowjob. It was everything that I thought it would be, but fundamentally different. It was overwhelming was probably the best way to describe it.

My reaction encouraged her and her head began to move, her flushed red lips inching further along my shaft as she took more of me into her mouth. Her tongue stroked the underside of my cock as she moaned again, the vibrations traveling through me. All the while, she looked up at me, and not knowing what else to do, I rested a hand on top of her head. "Fuck, Zatanna," I breathed, encouraging her the only way I knew how, which she took with enthusiasm.

Her head began to bob on my cock as she began in earnest, filling the empty apartment with the wet sounds of her slurping and her muffled moans. I stood there, letting the sensations wash over me as Zatanna fought to take more and more of me into her mouth. She used her hands on my thighs as leverage, and before long I felt myself brushing the back of her throat as she took it to far. She sputtered, coughing a bit around my cock, almost making me pull back in alarm, but she kept me still by tightening her grip on my thighs. Her eyes were almost pleading for me to stay where I was as she continued to gag around my cock.

I listened to the sound of her labored breathing as drool dripped down her chin and landed on the floor. Her blowjob became more enthusiastic, borderline frantic as she practically fucked her own face with my dick. She couldn't take me any deeper, but she seemed to be trying to make up for it any way she could. Not that she needed to. I felt myself rapidly approaching an orgasm -- it was nothing short of a miracle that I hadn't cum already. I was fighting it back, trying to make the incredible experience last a bit longer, but better men then me had tried and failed to do the same.

"I'm about to cum!" I warned Zatanna, getting ready to pull out if that's what she wanted. Instead, she gripped my thighs in a death grip, nails digging into my skin as she sped up her already enthusiastic pace. I kept building to it and building to it, until the pressure became too much and I was unceremoniously pushed over the edge. Zatanna's eyes almost vanished into the back of her head as she shuddered when I emptied myself inside of her mouth. Practically down her throat. She moaned deliciously around my cock while my cock throbbed, the orgasm almost painful with its intensity.

Slowly, I pulled myself back out of Zatanna's mouth, leaving it full of cum. She breathed through her nose in ragged gasps, her chest heaving just as much as mine. There was a puddle underneath us, but it was too much for it to all be drool. Had she cum as well? I was no master of women, but it seemed likely. Wow.

But my attention was quickly stolen when Zatanna swirled my cum in her mouth with her tongue, moaning as she savored the taste. Another thing to thank my superhuman Charisma for. Then with a very dangerous, flirty look in her eye, she closed her mouth, leaning her head back so I could see her throat as she swallowed it all down, and to prove it was all gone, she opened wide and presented her empty mouth with an, "Ahh!"

"That was amazing, Zatanna. Where did you learn how to do that?" I asked, and that was probably not the question to ask a woman. Zatanna seemed a bit embarrassed.

"I was grounded, but it's not like Dad could take my magic. So, I conquered up a dildo to practice on… all the while imagining it was your dick," she tacked on, chuckling as my cock twitched reflexively at the image. "Your power is something else. I was getting some kind of feedback from you -- it was like the more pleasure I have you, the more I got in return. I always heard that blowjobs sucked."

I noticed the pun, intentional or no, but I was more focused on the first part. "Oh?" I said, my cock refusing to wilt so easily. "And what were you imaging when you were… practicing?" I asked her, earning an embarrassed flush, but there was a slight smile on her face. A hand lightly touched the base of my cock, pointedly not looking into my eyes. I reached down, almost mirroring the same action that Wonder Woman did to me and pushed up on her chin to make her look at me. My thumb traced her lips, still wet and swollen, before she answered.

"It's kinda a moot point now, but… I… imagined what you would be like if you were… rough?" she said with some embarrassment. "I mean, you're always in control of yourself. Like with the others giving you crap, you just brushed it off, which is cool, but I kinda wanted… to make you lose control?" She made it sound like a question, clearly embarrassed.

But I got the message, loud and clear. It wasn't that different from what I wanted, honestly -- who didn't want their partner to feel so good they lost their minds?

"Let's try it, then?" I offered, feeling a little… something. Almost a pull in a certain direction. It was almost like fighting, in a way -- there was this hidden instinct in the back of my mind that put the pieces together on what I should do next or how to defend from an attack. It was almost the same thing -- my skills pushing me in the direction I needed to go to use them to their fullest potential.

At least, that's how I rationalized it as I placed my still hard cock at Zatanna's lips and she welcomed me into her mouth again. This time, I kept her head in place as I began to thrust forward. The thrusts started off as shallow, getting used to the action and giving her time to warm up. "Just tap if it's too much, okay?" I told her, earning a thumbs up with one hand. Taking that as permission, I speed up my thrusts.

In but a moment, I found the limit that Zatanna had reached. She sputtered, coughing, but her hands on my hips were pulling me forward. Shifting my angle a bit, I thrust harder, breaching past that invisible line. I held myself there for a moment, letting her get used to the sensation of deep throating me. It felt different than I thought it would -- still good, obviously, just different.

Her hands left my hips, and I started to pull back preemptively, only to realize that her hands were moving down to her breasts and pussy. The apartment filled with the sounds of her playing with herself, the soft, slick sound of her furiously fingering her pussy while her other hand pinched down on one of her nipples. She wasn't telling me to stop. It was actually the opposite -- she was enjoying it more than the first blowjob.

So was I. I pulled back, allowing Zatanna to take in a deep breath of air through her nose before I resumed. This time, I slowly pushed forward, sinking inch after inch into her pouty mouth, my cockhead entering her throat which spasmed at the intrusion. I only stopped when her nose was touching my skin. I held her there again for a long second before pulling back -- and I heard Zatanna cum, her arousal hitting the wood floor with some force.

She got used to it pretty fast, convincing me that she had already practiced deep throating, just like she said. So, I began in earnest, fucking her mouth while she masturbated. All the while she looked up at me, telling me with her gaze that she was enjoying this as much as I was. Because of it, I slowly released my grip on the brakes and sped up, still careful to make sure I didn't hurt her. I settled on a harsh pace that seemed to satisfy us both.

My cock throbbed in her throat as the pleasure built up, making her moan deeply. It was taking a bit longer because I was on my second orgasm, but I could feel it coming and it promised to be just as huge as the first. I took in a bracing breath, maintaining my pace until the very end before I pulled myself out of her mouth to paint her face white. Cum erupted from my cock, making her gasp as she came herself, my cum landing on her forehead, her cheeks, and across the bridge of her nose while some even found its way into her hair.

"Fuck me, Ren," Zatanna said, and I didn't know if that was a request or a remark, but I was taking it as an order. I opened my Market as Zatanna licked around her mouth at the cum that dripped down her face and I quickly bought a bed. There wasn't one in the apartment. Depositing it on the ground in the living room, I made Zatanna giggle as I reached down to pick her up. "I didn't think we were going to do it on a proper bed," she admitted, climbing back ont oit.

As she did so, I noticed the sizable puddle left on the ground. She must have had more than a few orgasms, I noted. Her pussy reflected that as she spread her legs, presenting her slit to me, flushed red and absolutely glistened with wetness, another drop escaping her as she reached between her legs to part her lower lips and give me a better view. "Don't worry about a condom, Ren. Magic is way safer for birth control than condoms," she said, and if I was any less aroused, I might have questioned that logic.

But what the reckless teenager in me heard was that I didn't need to wrap up, because magic. "You are so fucking perfect," I told her, reaching out to her. I never really thought about what it would be like to lose my virginity. I mean, I thought about sex all the time. I thought about who I wanted to lose it /to/ all the time too. Less so now because I was busy trying to be a hero, but imagining myself have sex wasn't the same thing as imagining losing my virginity.

I guess some part of me thought it would be different. Gentler, for one. Go down on her for a respectable amount of time, maybe some rose petals on the sheets, a candle or two. To make it romantic. For me and her.

If I had imagined it like this, I think I might have been ashamed of myself, but the sight of Zatanna spreading her legs, dripping wet, and her gaze pleading me to fill her… it completely blew away whatever I might have once imagined. My blood felt too hot in my veins, my heart pounding at my ribs in anticipation.

Grabbing her by the hips, I brought her closer, lining myself up in between her fingers with her entrance. "Ready?" I asked her because there was no going back after this. Zatanna aimed that dangerous smile at me again, her hands reaching out to mine on her hips.

"I've been ready for weeks," she told me, wiggling her hips. "I want you to fuck me, Ren. Do I really need to beg?" she questioned, and as intoxicating as that sounded, the little self restraint I had snapped the instant she voiced her approval. My hips thrust forward, sinking into her depths, and a low groan escaping both of us.

Her walls were as slick as they seemed, and gripped my length, massaging it as they drew me in deeper. It almost felt like her mouth, that same warm wetness, but it was way better and accompanied by an intense pressure that squeezed down on me like a slick velvet glove. I expected to hit some kind of barrier when I reached her hymen, like in porn, but the only resistance I found was when I had nearly sunk the entirety of my cock inside of her. When I did, Zatanna moaned loudly, her hips jerking up as she squeezed down hard on my wrists.

"Are you good? Are you feeling any pain?" I wasn't sure if I really needed to ask based on her expression -- eyes clenched shut, her lips parted in an O, while she squeezed down on me hard. Dumping seventy thousand points on sex skills was absolutely worth it. I couldn't imagine how utterly inept I would be without them.

"No! No pain," Zatanna breathed, opening her eyes to give me a pleading look. "Ren, fuck me. Please just fuck me. I need it," she all but begged, making me swallow thickly as she started to roll her hips enticingly. When she said that, I don't think I could have refused even if I wanted to.

My fingers dug into the soft flesh around her hips before I began to thrust. I was swiftly memorized by her breasts bouncing with each pump, and the blissful moans she uttered. She breathed words of ecstasy, overwhelmed already. I felt her walls spasm around my cock as she came in what felt like no time at all, her hips arching off the bed. "Keep going!" she pleaded when I paused, knowing hypersensitivity after an orgasm was a thing for girls and guys.

The apartment became filled with the harsh sound of flesh meeting flesh as I resumed, Zatanna's moans becoming music to my ears as she began to drench the bed that I fucked her on. My initial hesitation was thrown out the window as I leaned more into my skills for the advice that they offered. With one hand, I grabbed hold of Zatanna's wrists, pulling them together and using them as leverage to fuck her harder while my other hand zeroed in on her clit and played it as if it were an instrument.

Zatanna was soon left gasping for air, each breath leaving her as a senseless moan of pleasure. She wasn't even saying words anymore, just releasing breathy moans and grunts while I fucked her into the bed. She was coming repeatedly, almost to the point that her orgasms seamed to be stacking up on one another. I didn't even try to guess how many she had, just aware that her pussy massaged my length constantly in the throes of her orgasmic bliss. She had hooked her legs around my waist at some point, toes curled, and her hands were clenched so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.

She was completely overwhelmed. It was an incredible sight, looking down at her pale skin flushed, a sheen of sweat covering her as she moaned senselessly. Playing with her clit was probably overkill, but this was what I wanted. It's what she wanted too. Seeing her like that and knowing that I was the source of her pleasure was every bit as incredible as the sex itself.

Thirty minutes in, and I felt my own orgasm creeping closer. With each thrust, her pussy fought to keep me sheathed inside of her, her arousal dripping from me while my cock glistened with it. The bed was absolutely soaked underneath her, making me realize just how wet sex was. My pace increased, something that she seemed to notice and knew what it meant. Her breathing hitched while her eyes rolled back to me, giving me a blurry eyed look -- Zatanna looked drunk.

"In me… I… want it in me," she said, making my cock throb in anticipation. My pace increased, fucking her with such intensity that the bed began to scoot a bit with each thrust, driving Zatanna wild. "Please, please, please, please…!"

"Shit," I cursed, slamming my hips forward one final time, burying myself inside of her as deeply as I could as I unleashed myself inside of her. I felt the cum surging from me, and in thirty minutes, I had shattered my personal record for the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. It was as if my balls were trying to empty themselves inside of her, filling her completely before white cum began to swap from the seal that her pussy had around my cock.

Slowly, I pulled back, and in a tidal flood, cum poured out of her. There was a damn near unnatural amount. Well, no -- it was actually unnatural. I wasn't sure what exactly did the trick, but I think Endurance was the culprit behind my semen overproduction and the ability to go multiple rounds back to back. And now I was firmly in realm superhuman, I was superhuman in bed too.

For a minute, both of us didn't move, just breathing deeply. I had worked up a bit of a sweat, but Zatanna looked like a mess. She hadn't wiped the cum from her face, she was covered in sweat, laying in a soaked bed that was drenched with her juices as my cum seeped out of her like a flood. All the while, her chest heaved, as she greedily sucked down air uninterrupted for the first time in half an hour.

It was minutes later before she was able to speak, "That was incredible," Zatanna said, a hand limply falling on her stomach, directly over her overfilled womb. "T'nod teg tnangerp," she spoke and I really hoped that did the trick because it only sunk in now that we had uprotectex sex and I came inside of her like my life dependent on it.

"It was," I agreed, my cock slowly wilting as it sensed that the encounter was coming to a close. "You were incredible," I tacked on, earning a breathy laugh from her.

"In my head, I pictured myself riding you and making you cum your brains out, but… you're so OP. I can't feel my legs at all. You could probably secure world peace with your penis," she remarked, earning a chuckle from me. That was a bit much. "Ren?"

"Hm?" I hummed, starting to crawl back a bit. I wanted to cuddle or something, but she had soaked the bed pretty good. I might have to buy a new one for cuddling.

"I… want you to take all my virginities. I was planning on giving them all to you," she told me, too exhausted to even be embarrassed. What she meant was obvious and my cock once again stood at rapt attention, ready to continue with a single sentence. "If… you want to? Can you go again?"

"I should be asking you that," I pointed out.

"I'm going to be a bit of a dead fish," Zatanna admitted, "but I want you." To prove that, Zatanna flipped herself around, with a little help, before reaching back and grabbing her ass, spreading herself. Her pucker was obscured by a layer of cum that had dripped from her gushing slit, but the invitation was clear. "The bed is kinda gross," she added, settling in.

So, I bought a pillow and tucked it under her, raising her hips a little. My hands glided over her back, earning a soft moan from her. Reaching her raven black hair, I gathered it into a single braid to grab hold of. It's what my power was guiding me to do -- and so far, Zatanna was painting a picture that she was a sub. She enjoyed rougher sex, she wanted me to pull her hair and fuck her into the bed and fuck her face. Not BDSM stuff, but the rougher side of sex excited her.

"Ready?" I asked as Zatanna squirmed excitedly underneath me as I lined myself up with her asshole. Cum and spit was more than enough lube, so she was ready to lose her anal virginity in only a moment.

"Please fuck my ass, Ren," was her response and I did so with pleasure. Pressing my hips forward, I heard Zatanna's breathing hitch as I sank my cock into her ass before she let out a low groan. "You're so thick -- I just used my fingers a bit, but… wow."

"So, you're okay?" I questioned, comparing the sensations. I lost all of my virginities alongside Zatanna. Her ass felt good, but I think I prefered her pussy when it came to sex. Her ass was tighter, but her pussy had been hotter and wetter. It was a toss up between a blowjob and anal, though.

"I'm good," Zatanna confirmed, wiggling a bit to get herself comfortable. Then, with my thrust into her, her ass rippling a bit from the impact while I gave her hair a gentle tug, I felt her thrust back to meet my second one. She was trying to be a more active participant rather than simply laying there and getting her brains fucked out of her. Seeing that she could handle it, I quickly found my previous pace.

In no time at all, Zatanna was moaning senselessly at the wall across from us. My neighbors would probably complain, but I don't think I could have cared less. I gave Zatanna's ass a quick swat, turning her cheeks a rosey red while I pounded at her asshole with powerful thrusts. I wish I could see what her face looked like, but based on the sounds she made, she was enjoying it even more than vaginal sex.

She came relentlessly as I fucked her without mercy. Until she could only gasp and pant in pleasure. It was difficult to keep track of time, but we couldn't have been at it for more than another thirty minutes before I felt another orgasm encroaching. The pressure in my balls began to build and I sensed the same in Zatanna. Her moans became throatier, deeper, while she seemed to brave herself for something.

This time, I gave no warning as I emptied myself inside of her, cuming as deeply as I could. Zatanna yelled out in absolute ecstasy, her entire body going stiff for a moment before she began to tremble like a leaf as her most powerful orgasm of the night washed over her. She released a shuddering breath before she suddenly went limp, passing out from the intensity. I was just about there with her, going a bit light headed as I slowly pulled out.

With a pop my cock sprang free. Cum leaked out of her gaping asshole, flowing into the cum that trickled out of her pussy. I panted for breath, gathering myself as I drank in the sight. Searing it into my memory. I suspected that there would be hell to pay for this later, but in my mind, it had been absolutely worth it.

I hoped that my copy was having a great of a time with Kid Flash, and maybe Batman, but I somehow doubted it was having as much as I was.