Chapter 9-Feels like Magic
'For the love of mother, cleaning up this cesspool of a city is harder that I thought.' Thelox thought as he hovered over the city of Gotham.
Thelox wasn't foolish enough to think that he could turn Gotham into a crime-free utopia in a single week, but he honestly wasn't expecting it to take as long as this. It seemed that no matter how many criminals he put into the ground or in the hospital, there was always some little asshole trying to fill the shoes of the last guy. Hell, he helped Batgirl take out the Penguin and Two Face in the same week and he was left eliminating the bastards that thought they could take over.
Probably the most annoying were the Gotham Sirens. That green haired bitch the Joker was smart enough to lay low when news began to spread of a new hero cleaning house in Gotham's criminal underworld. Batgirl had warned him that Joker was deceptively smart when it came to knowing when to fight and when to run. She said to get used to it. He didn't. He wanted these fuckers dead.
Not the Sirens, though, no, they just need some rehabilitation. A night with his divine dick will curb their villainess tendencies.
For now, however, Thelox was content with just snuffing out the crooks who didn't have any redeeming qualities like tits and ass. Batgirl and Robin were a bit stuffy about killing criminals, but a little godly sex from him changed their minds real quick. Still, he made sure to at least hide most of the bodies or make it look like they were taken out in some turf war or something. He didn't come here to ruin Batgirl's reputation after all. Just to get her pussy.
Speaking of pussy...
"Shit..." Carrie, aka Robin, gasped as she felt Thelox sink the first few inches of his massive cock into her. Her legs automatically tightened around his waist as he pushed forward without restraint and she struggled not to cum within the first few minutes of him fucking her...again.
Thelox grinned at the dazed expression on the girl's face. Really, sometimes it surprised him how such a small girl was able to take so much of his cock in one go. He coined it to how resilient these humans were now, especially these superheroes. Carrie swallowed a gasp, but her face was flushed with color as she gripped the chair's armrests as tightly as possible. No sooner did he push himself down to the hilt did he pull back once more to begin his thrusting-thrusting that would have tasked even the normally stoic Batgirl.
This is what Barbara walked in on upon entering the Batcave. It was a sight she was used to, so she wasn't too flustered at seeing this godly man rail her cousin in front of the bat computer. It was just another business day for her at this point.
"You seem to be having fun." Barbara smirked as she watched Thelox fuck her sidekick into submission.
"What can I say?" Thelox grinned back at her as he thrust hard and heavy into the girl under him. His hands tightened around the girl's knees as he continued slamming his cock forward, pressing himself to the base with every last thrust. "I just can't get enough of you girls' cunts."
Carrie's breasts bounced inside her costume with each push, and by that point the girl was biting down on her lower lip with beads of sweat clinging to her forehead. Her muffled pants mixed with the wet noise of Thelox's cock delving deep into her tight, wet hole that desperately tried to squeeze it.
"How was patrol?" He asked.
"Quiet and a bit boring. Turns out the criminals of Gotham are either lying low or are in jail cells thanks to the new addition to the dark defenders." Barbara said. "You wouldn't happen to know about that, would you?"
"Maybe." Thelox grinned and hit his peak. He growled and shoved himself forward to slam his cock deep into Carrie's pussy and held her tightly. His thick, throbbing cock began to immediately unleash a torrent of cream into the younger woman's slit, and Carrie's eyes rolled back into her head as she practically melted from the sensation.
Barbara bit her plump lower lip as she witnessed Carrie getting creampied. Was that what her face looked like whenever Thelox pumped his seed into her? It was quite the face to make, but Barbara couldn't find it in herself to feel embarrassed. Few women could handle Thelox's dick in its entirety without losing their minds at least once.
Once Thelox finished cumming into Carrie, he pulled out and straightened up. "That was good." He sighed and looked back a Barbara. "I take it you had something to tell me?"
"Oh, um, yeah," Barbara blushed. "One of my friends is coming over to Gotham in a couple of days. Her name's Zatanna, and she's another member of the Justice League."
"The magician?" Thelox hummed. He remembered Wonder Woman telling him about her. The League's resident magic user who might be slightly resistant to his power. That was laughable considering he was a god who killed plenty of sorcerers in the past.
"Yes, she wanted to meet you after I mentioned your name." Barbara said. "I think she's more than a bit curious about you after I showed her your picture."
"That's fine. Never fucked a magician before." He said and fully turned toward Barbara. He smirked when he saw her eyes drift towards his cock. "Before I go get cleaned up, could you be a dear and clean my cock first? Wouldn't want to head out with a stick shaft, after all."
Barbara nodded and got on her knees, her mouth already taking his cock in to suck it clean of her cousin's juices and left over cum. Thelox smiled and ran his hand through her bright red hair as she tasted his cock far more eagerly than she wanted to appear.
It was good being a god.
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The crowd of fifteen hundred spectators shot from their seats in a fit of riotous applause in response to the prestige of the sensational final act. Golden ribbons of glittering magic continue to zip and zoom throughout the packed theater of the Gotham casino as focused spotlights swirl around the center of the darkened stage and upbeat orchestral electronic music rises and falls in volume, further exciting the audience.
When the theatrical hyping of the moment reaches its apex, the music crescendos to a climax and the spotlights close in and converge center stage, illuminating a sensuous magician with her back turned and her head bowed, dressed more like a showgirl than an illusionist.
Zatanna Zatara, the Mistress of Magic, spun around to face the enthralled throng, the long tails of her black tuxedo jacket flaring to give a peek at her fishnet adorned cheeks devouring her black thong panties. With a flick of her head, she popped her magician's hat off her crown. It rolled down her extended arm and she caught the brim between thumb and forefinger. She gave a deep bow with her hat held out and muttered a spell, conjuring a dole of a dozen doves from her top hat.
The men in the mob hoot and holler, as enchanted by her feminine figure as by her feats of magic. You can't really blame them considering how attractive she was. Zatanna was wearing her usual garbs of fishnets and high heels, black overcoat upon a white shirt that did little to restrain her impressive cleavage, with a fancy bowtie, a crimson rose in a pocket, and of course her lovely top hat.
It didn't take away from her beauty, which was equivalent to that of a European supermodel. Pleasant brown eyes, a charming face topped and framed with gleaming black hair, her skin bright and peachy. Her frame was voluptuous and curvy, close to waifish and full at the hips and chest (well, most assuredly the chest, given how her impressive breasts strain against her shirt). The fishnets accentuate her taut legs very nicely, making the tantalizingly crisscrossing image over the luscious peachy limbs, and her glossy black coat and hat add such a delightful visage to her body. All in all, exceptionally beautiful. One might even consider her luster to be...magical.
Zatanna ascended from her bow with a smirk and flung her hat over the rabble. She mumbled an incantation and, one by one, each dove dived back into her hat as it returned to her. With a bosom-jiggling hop, she caught it atop her head. She's as talented an entertainer as she is a skilled wielder of arcane magic, yet she's only twenty one years old. Quite the accomplishment for a magician's assistant turned world-renowned magician, and she's an auxiliary member of the Justice League on top of that. Her parents would be proud.
Smiling at the crowd and giving one last wave, Zatanna muttered another spell and disappeared in a flashy display of light and smoke. No time for autographs when she had a get-together to head off to.
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Zatanna reappeared in her dressing room in a flashy magical display that she just couldn't help but do even when she had no audience. She let out a sigh and walked over to her table, skillfully flipping her top hat down her arm onto the table in a smooth, practiced motion she had done hundreds of times already. As she was busy stretching, she hadn't noticed that she had a surprise guest sitting right by the door until he spoke.
"Hello, Zatanna."
"Ah!"
Zatanna yelped and spun around, spotting the handsome man sitting in her dressing room. She almost asked who the hell he was and what was he doing there until she got a good look at him. "Y-You're him, Thelox, right? What the hell are you doing in my dressing room? I'm pretty sure I locked it by the way..."
"I'm sorry for scaring you. I just knew that you were a hard gal to catch after a show. You were amazing up there, by the way." Thelox praised her sincerely. "Not often you see magicians these days using their magic for something other than world domination or resurrecting the dead in some grand magical scheme."
