Superman x Zatanna, after Adventures of Superman 644

The door swung open with a thud, illuminating the room as he carried her into the room. She was once again reminded that it was Superman who was carrying her. It was bizarre to think that earlier today Zatanna was convinced he would hate her for what she had done. But her hadn’t. He listed, he understood, and her forgave her.

And when he cupped her chin in his hand and smiled at her, she felt a magnetism between them.

Their lips were locked the whole flight over, which had only lasted about 4 seconds. As Clark laid her down onto the bed, he heard her mumble “Ffo emoc sehtolc”, and the next thing her knew his uniform was smoothly folding itself in the corner. Next to it he recognized a top hat, and a modified tuxedo. Looking back at the bed her saw Zatanna wearing noting but a pair of fishnet stockings and black heels.

“Well, that’s no fun,” he said with a playful pout.

Zatanna raised an eyebrow in response. “Not the biggest fan of magic, hmm?” She had her legs crossed and Clark found himself following them up to the rest of her. He smiled.

“Never really felt entirely comfortable around it,” he said, stepping forward. Zatanna took the time to get a full look at him. While she admitted to finding him attractive when they passed each other on the Satellite, getting to see the full package was a whole other story.

Then her eyes wondered lower. “Looks like I’m not making you uncomfortable.”

“Your very beautiful, Zatanna.” The honest, matter of fact way he said took her off guard for a second. She wasn’t used to that.

“Enough yapping, lets get down to business,” Zatanna said, but as soon as the words and left her lips Superman’s own libs were pressing against them. He hover over again, with the damn beautiful smile.

“Not to fast for you?”

Her breath was becoming heavier now. “No, just perfect.” She wrapper her arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. He put his arms around her and held her tight. God, she loved the way he held her. Much more intimate then the other guys she had…relations with. As their lips parted again, she looked down and nodded. Clark gladly obliged. Even with how wet she was, it still took a bit of work for someone unused to taking his length. As he slowly began pushing in, he felt her tighten up in more ways then one. He legs (those long, lovely legs) swiftly wrapped around him, holding him tight. He felt her nails claw uselessly at his skin as she gripped his arms. As he pushed himself all the way inside her to the hilt, he leaned down and placed his forehead against hers, looking directly into her eyes.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’m here for you.”

When Zatanna saw those beautiful blue eyes look at her with such sincerity as he spoke those words, she felt a chill go down her spin. Lying down, embracing Superman while he was partially inside of her, may be the most intimate thing she ever done. For a brief moment, she wondered if this was the first time she’d not just had sex, but was getting ready to actually make love. Pushing the thought aside, she tightened her hold on Clark and lifter herself up to whisper in his ear.”

“Drah em kcuf.”

Clark raised himself slightly and began to move. Slow and gradual at first, but quickly built up speed. Zatanna moaned softly at first, enjoying each thrust as Clark went deeper and deeper. But as he began to thrust more forcefully, her moans became louder until she was screaming his name, along with other phrases, at the top of her longs. Occasionally backwards. She gripped him with her whole body, holding on to him desperately, trying to hang on to as much Superman as she could. Soon an idea popped into her ecstasy ridden mind, and she spoke between moans.

“Uh…C-Clark…AH!…le-KCUF!…let me..ah…on top…”

Before she knew it, she was. Clark has quickly flipped them around. He looked down at her as she lay on his chest. “Well?”

Wasting no time, Zatanna arose and set up, moaning as she twisted around the huge prick inside of her. Leaning back and dripping his legs for support, Zatanna spread her legs and placed her heels on the bed. Now properly supported, she lifted herself. The feeling of Clark’s cock slowly being dragged out of her sensitive pussy. When only the tip was left in, she let herself drop.

“Ah!” they both said.

Once again buried to the hilt, Zatanna let her self stay there for a moment before lifting herself up again. Clark looked up in wonder as Zatanna began riding him. She really was suited for show business. He firmly gripped her waist and began thrusting upward to meet her. With her pushing down and him pounding into her, it wasn’t long before they felt the ending coming. Slowly, as Clark’s movements became faster and more frantic, he began to raise out of the bed. Zatanna could feel it, but she didn’t care. Her own power was mixing with her pleasure, and as she felt her orgasm roll over her entire body, her eyes rolled back and she yelled out in unintelligible language. As Clark felt her tightened around his cock he pushed in all the way one last time and released his seed.

Clark pulled Zatanna into an embrace as the landed softly back on to the bed. He pulled a sheet over them and looked down at her as she snuggled against his chest. Her face was plastered with a wide smile. “I’m guessing it was good for you too?”

“Oh fuck yes,” she managed to say despite her voice being a bit hoarse from whispering. “Best bang of my life. I don’t why I never realized how it must be like doing this with you before. So much I overlooked.”

“I could say the same for you. Didn’t expect to do some traveling today.”

Zatanna’s eyes went wide as she raised her head and looked around. The bed was no longer in an apartment, or even in doors. It was currently resting on what appeared to be some kind of beach. For the looks of it, it didn’t look anyone had been around recently.

“Huh,” she said, “got a bit ahead of myself.”

Clark pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. “Oh no, I think you did just fine. It’s a great view” She hugged him back, and decided to enjoy the evening.