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“Oooeee!” Zatanna squealed, shuddering over Peter’s pumping cock. “I like it! I like it so much! Fuck me, Peter! Drive me wild! Oooooh, it’s really good!”

His upward thrusts seemed on the verge of launching her into the air, if it weren’t for his gripping embrace of her, stretching the webbing that held him enough to at least grab her thighs. She hung onto him too, making sure she didn’t go anywhere but up and down on his driving prick. She panted, Peter gasped, each as frantic as the other.

Peter was done laughing. He was fucking into her with a single-minded zeal, a desperation to give her the pleasure she so richly deserved and claim his own ecstasy at the same time. He moaned and grunted, shuddering under her as his member took the deepest reaches of her sex.

“Ah! Ah!” he panted. “Fuck, you’ve got me all worked up! I’m almost there, I’m almost ready! Gnn!”

“Yessss!” Zatanna crooned. “Yes! Fuck me, Peter! Let me feel all your cum go into me! I want it inside of me! I want it going all the way into my womb!”

Peter groaned as he unloaded his vast amount of seed—half relief that the tension had finally released, half chagrin that the fuck was over. Zatanna felt the spurting, gushing sensation spill from his cockhead and spread all over her groin. It splashed through her folds, easily triggering her own release as if it had given her permission to climax.

Convulsing with each boiling bolt into her sex, Zatanna nonetheless managed to keep her hips wheeling. She rode his firing cock wildly, ecstatically, was still pumping herself onto his cock when he finally sighed his last and stopped his mad spurting. Zatanna settled softly onto his still lap and leaned down to kiss him.

“Mmm,” she cooed. “You really… really…”

She wanted to thank him for, once more, showing her how good sex could be. She wanted to tell him how good it was, better than her nostalgia for their first luscious encounter and making her hope for even more, so much more, as soon as she could get it. Then she smiled into his shining eyes.

There was no need. Peter was sensitive enough to know—far too sensitive to have given her feelings as wild and raw as the ones she’d felt. And yet, he was perfect for that. He had sensed what she’d needed—seen it on her face and answered the need her body was broadcasting. She kissed him again, still so grateful to have found him. It was thanks to a spell, yes, but if there was one thing she liked better than magic, it was people. And Peter was one hell of a person.

“And now I think it’s my turn,” Diana said, leaning over Peter and Zatanna’s fallen bodies. She pressed her naked breasts into Zatanna’s back, ivory skin rubbing against Diana’s olive complexion, and kissed the back of Zatanna’s neck so passionately that the magician almost came again, then and there.

Giggling, Diwn sandwiched Zatanna down to Peter’s muscular body, pressing both man and woman to the ground as she leaned over Zatanna to give Peter a long kiss. Her tongue pushed deep into his mouth and curled around his own tongue.

Peter hardened again, feeling her kiss in his mouth, his hands able to touch Diana and Zatanna both at once. He tried to sort out the knot of their bodies, get Diana on her back and mount her, but if he hadn’t managed it with Zatanna, he sure wouldn’t with Wonder Woman. The webbing held him too tightly, wouldn’t let him get leverage. He supposed an escape artist would know her way around bondage.

Diana stayed on top, hip-checking Zee aside so that she could come down on him with another kiss, this time rubbing her body against his in a symphony of feeling that left Peter no choice but to grow aroused. His body stiffened all over, taut and radiating desire, all from the flashpoint of where their lips met.

“You’re getting spoiled, having all of our bodies at your disposal,” she teased, her breath coming in half-hurried pants against his mouth. As much of a goddess as she was, this was exciting her as much as he. Then she came down his body, kissing at the flesh between his lips and his achingly straining groin. “You’ll have to content yourself with having had all of Zatanna to play with—you’ll only be getting my mouth.”