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Peter couldn’t believe how his luck had changed in one night. His misfortunes seemed like small potatoes now. His blessings were all miracles. He was safely ensconced in the perfect home, triumphant in the most important arena imaginable, healthy and feeling good and making her feel good, giving Zatanna’s clasping sex his cock like no one else could’ve.

“Oh, fuck, baby, you don’t know how perfect you are,” Peter said, pushing himself into Zatanna to the hilt, grinding his pelvis into her clit to her moaning appreciation. “Can’t know how good it feels to fuck you…”

He slid his fingers into the warm valley between her buttocks, wetting the pad of one finger in the flowing juices from her sex, and probing it into the tight opening of her anus. Zatanna gasped and bucked her body against his, her muscles clenching his prick hard. It pulsed and swelled inside her, Peter fighting to hold back the racing drumbeat inside it until he’d put off his climax for as long as possible. He wanted this fuck to go on until they were both utterly satiated.

“Aahh! Ohhhh! Nnngh!” Zatanna groaned out, her thighs wrapped around Peter’s driving hips, leg muscles coiling to pull him into her at the same time as he thrust inside of her.

Zatanna was awake now, returned to full consciousness by the living wet dream she had found herself in, completely beguiled by this shadowy, phantasmagorical fuck. All she could see of Peter was his silhouette in the dim light, but from the way he was so beautifully pumping himself inside of her, into the very depths of her fiery cunt, she knew it had to be him. Her dream lover. “Peter! Oh! Peter! Give it to me like only you can! Give me one of those orgasms I can only get from you!”

Peter withdrew almost all the way from Zatanna, until only the lips of her labia remained around the collar of his prick, roiling sensuously around his girth, like a gentle kiss on his burgeoning cockhead. He covered his lips with his, kissing her passionately before he thrust himself, all of himself, into her loving pussy.

Even after all they’d shared the previous night, he’d never felt anything like this before. Now that he was growing used to Zatanna’s body, shedding his inhibitions and becoming attuned to her needs, the sex felt better than ever to Zatanna. That relieved Peter, relaxing him, leaving him all the freer to enjoy just how spectacular her body was.

Together, they found what both their bodies were crying out for—a new rhythm, heavy and frenetic. Peter gave her twenty strokes, jostling all of Zatanna’s beautifully voluptuous body with his thrusts, finding that she didn’t cringe in pain even as she was stretched by the demands of his delving manhood. Indeed, when she managed to open her heavily lidded eyes and meet his, all he saw in them was a craving for more.

He went faster, harder, slapping her down onto the creaking bed with every thrust. Zatanna came, gushing her wet pleasure all over his groin. Flecks of her own arousal flew off of Peter’s manhood as he pumped himself into her; it rained against Zatanna’s round buttocks, shimmering like diamonds on her plush flesh as her ass rolled up and down with his pistoning.

Zatanna felt like she was on fire, glowing radiantly from the inside out, where Peter’s girthy member had reached her core. It’d been far too long since she’d had such a young, spirited lover, with his lean, muscular body and his unending stamina, matched only by his bottomless appetite for her own body. And his cock! It was huge! It filled her to the point where it hurt a little, but that only assured her she could not possibly be taking an inch more, that Peter was bringing her right to the limit.

Oh, how much time had she wasted not indulging herself as she was now? How many fucks like this could she have enjoyed before now? Possibly none—she had only found Peter by coming to this strange new reality, and it seemed impossible that there was another cocksman anything like him. She felt so loved with Peter, so alive… and she had thought herself such a libertine. Clearly, she hadn’t been nearly debauched enough if she hadn’t been enjoying sex like this long ago.

He was going to make her come with that cock of his, with his desire for her, yes, yes, she was coming, had already climaxed once already, and he was pushing her towards the ultimate release, when her tender pussy would be filled with his hotly steaming cum. Proving once more that she had taken all he had to give.

At some point, it seemed like she would simply never stop coming—making her feel foolhardy for taking on this amazing man without Diana to back her up and help handle the sheer passion he provoked. This was beyond her dreams, beyond her fantasies, something perfect. There was no shame to it, no sin, just this incredible, hammering sensation battering through all her limits to make her come over and over again. How on Earth would she go back to living without this, to going without this feeling of total abandon, of absolute completion, with a man who was losing himself in her just as thoroughly?

Peter felt her going crazy under him. They had been at it for what seemed like hours and his ability to hold back his orgasm was sorely taxed. The longer they fucked, the more he wanted to spurt his hot cum inside of her, fill her, come with her orgasmic cunt, both of them experiencing that ultimate rush in the same moment.

As undeniably satisfying as just being inside Zatanna was, the feeling of ejaculating into his climaxing pussy was a pleasure that insisted on itself, a sensation he either had to try or was already addicted to. Zatanna had come so much the other night that he might have sampled that feeling already—his memory was a haze of satiation there. What mattered was he couldn’t resist the thought of coming inside her. The fuck had stripped away so many inhibitions from him, so much neurosis and thought, that all he seemed left with was the primordial urge to breed her willing womb.

And from the way Zatanna was screaming out “Yes! Yes! Yes!”, he could only take her words as encouragement. He knew she would enjoy it as much as he would. Something animalistic deep inside him knew on the level of sheer instinct.

He clenched his ass, driving into her with thrusts Zatanna could only endure thanks to being Homo Magi—superhumanly resilient in comparison to an ordinary woman. His cock dove into her, tasting all but her cervix. She was coming now, her pussy clenching all around him, inviting him to match her ecstasy with the pleasure this fuck deserved to end in. She whimpered, grunted, sighed, quakes wracking her flesh. Peter gave in to the supreme temptation.

Peter’s orgasm bubbled up like lava from a volcano, exploding out of his balls to pour into Zatanna, making her womanhood into an ocean. Millions upon millions of sperm, freshly produced by his keyed up body since the marathon sex session of the night before, streamed into Zatanna—proving that Peter had taken as much pleasure in the magician as her ample curves and sensual manner called for.