Zee slowly slid down the length of his muscular body, finally settling in a sultry dark pool of shadows and twilight on the carpeted floor. All curves and soft features with a face like an angel faced with one too many temptations who liked them all and felt it was her duty to encourage more. Zatanna knew the sight she made with men, knew what a glamour she could cast without uttering a single backwards syllable, just by being her. Her breasts swelled as they pressed against the floor in her rested state, and she propped herself up on elbows to watch Bruce’s frantic, helpless masturbation. With a playful smile she nibbled and nipped at the air, licking at it, as if tasting the animal scent of the man, raw and primal. He was a gentle savage, a caged bear, he was fire and rage and rain and soul and for the moment entirely, unreservedly hers. Zee felt it was her obligation to make the most of it. It turned her on immensely to know the full extent of her power; it felt like a divine fulfillment. There, before her, Batman, a slave in thrall, bent to her will and whim by the very breath of her lungs. Words floated out and her man would do anything she wanted. It was, in a word, thrilling. It sent her pussy into a shaking orgasm, she could actually feel herself contract and push out her juices in a flood down into the carpet. God she was squirting cum without so much as a pinky inside her! She let out a rapturous howl from her prone position and pressed up onto her hands and feet like a big cat. Shaking her tits at him she hissed, "thgil saw ereht erehw ssenkrad eb ereht tel" and gave one last seductive smile as the room plunged into absolute darkness. "ees nac I ylno thgil"she followed up with. And then she began her explorations in earnest.
One hour later
The darkness was good. It added to the anticipation of each touch, left him with yet another sense deprived of his own willful usage. Kept Zee firmly in control. She finished exploring every inch of Bruce’s scarred, rugged body with her lips and tongue and fingernails. God it was fun to watch his never-ending march up and down his cock. His balls looked huge, she figured there had to be a gallon in there by now. She’d started on the floor with his calloused feet and moved on, marching upwards ever since, literally kissing and sucking and licking and stroking at every inch of him save one. Well, several. Mmmmmm, yes, several. God it was swollen, it almost frightened her, all the blood inside it. Zee gave her lover credit, he had amazing stamina. An hour of jacking off and he hadn’t died yet. Or passed out. She credited it to his alternate lifestyle. Vigilantism did come with a great amount of necessary exercise. And longevity.
It was time though. Zatanna wanted to fuck him, not kill him, and was also worried. The juices that had flooded out of her when she’d stopped halfway through her shadowed ministrations to rub her panty-clad pussy lips against his frenzied hands, completely soaking her panties to the point where she wondered whether they’d be wearable after tonight, they looked like they had turned into a sheen of moisture barely lubricating his hands by this point and Zee wondered about friction burns and what it would do to her odds of getting that giant cock inside her. Probably wouldn’t be good… With a little involuntary sigh of regret for having to see this show end but electricity coursing through her body at what was yet to come Zatanna muttered, "sdrow ym morf revol ym esaeleR" and fell off of him to the floor, legs wantonly spread, waiting to see what would come next. Or cum. Maybe both. She pulled off her panties and dangled them, letting Bruce see how soaked they were. Then she threw them to one side and spread her pussy lips wide and dipped a finger in her honeypot, teasing at her folds. God she loved to watch him. She closed her legs, folding one on top of the other, enjoying the new kind of torture she was inflicting by denying him even after his body was his own again. Her right foot caressed the left, legs locked tightly together, waggling her toes flirtatiously. “Your move."