Greed God chapter 78 (Patreon)

January 26th 2016 Shadowcrest 9:00 PM EDT

I  expected Zatanna to have to fix her lipstick after she sucked me off,  but apparently either her lips were just naturally pink and glistening  or she was using magic lipstick because it was perfect. She was licking  her fingers clean hungrily as she stared at me, her eyes glowing and  feverishly bright. "I haven't felt this juiced in ages. Seriously,  whatever is in your balls is my new favorite snack." She closed her  eyes, shuddering slightly in ecstasy. I was pretty sure she was slightly  high right now. It was kind of turning me on.

Despite  that though she was much more focused on the magic than anything sexual,  so I doubted I'd be fucking her tonight. I could probably swing another  blowie before I left, but I'd have to see. For now I just fell back on  my old standby. "I was kidnapped and experimented on by the group that's  been kidnapping teens. I was working with a doctor who was augmenting  me before that, but I think the kidnappers did something to me on a  genetic level. Still not sure what though. Sorry I didn't think to tell  you, I didn't know it affected my cum at all."

She didn't  seem even remotely upset about that, just stared at me suspiciously. "I  don't know about that. Seems like they might have just jump started what  was already there. If the kidnappers could give people power like that  they would be a much bigger threat. Seriously, you're a walking magic  reactor." She stared at my now hidden cock, licking her lips again  before shaking her head. "I know who your dad is, but maybe your mom has  some kind of abilities? What was her name? Maybe I've heard of her."

That  made me pause. "Sarah. I don't know her last name. My dad doesn't talk  about her much and she died when I was born. I don't...think she had  powers? I can't honestly say." My mom wasn't a big topic of discussion  in my house. Not because of some deep painful wound, but because I'd  really never cared that much and neither had dad. I mean I'd heard the  odd comment about how clever she was, or about how he respected how  ruthless she could be, but I'd never been the 'I want my mommy' type,  and she hadn't sounded like mother of the year material anyway.

Zee's  suspicion and hunger evaporated like snow on a hot spring day. She took  my hand in hers. "I'm so sorry Nicky. That's awful. I can imagine how  terrible it must have been growing up without her. I get it. It was just  me and my dad too." She squeezed my fingers, giving me a soft smile,  still glowing eyes locked on mine. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here."  She stared into my eyes a bit longer before clearing her throat and  letting go of my hand. "Anyway, I was planning to do a tracking spell to  identify similar magical structures around town, to try to figure out  what this may be for. I would have needed to wait and prepare, but with  this much magic in my system I can start now, if you'd like to watch."

She  flushed a bit, her eyes looking away from me. I raised an eyebrow. "I  mean, I'd love to, but what's with the shyness. You just sucked my dick,  and we've been hanging for a while now. I don't really get what the big  deal is with me watching you perform a ritual. Or is this one of those  tantric rituals you mentioned? Because I admit I'd love to see you in  action doing that kind of magic."

She giggled at that.  "No, nothing like that. It's just..." She blushed harder. "Magic is  really personal to me. I don't usually share my rituals with people.  Evocation is one thing, but rituals tell you a lot about a person. It's  like showing someone your art. A quick suck isn't nearly as personal as  you watching me pour my heart and soul into an act of primordial  creation. I honestly wouldn't have invited you to watch but..." She  traced a hand over her stomach. "I suppose you'll be involved either  way."

I couldn't pretend I wasn't interested in seeing her  work. Pussy was easy to get, though granted not from a woman like her,  but still, the chance to watch a master sorceress work was worth more  than some ass. Even one as fat and delectable as hers. So I gave her a  reassuring smile. "I'm honored. I can't wait to see what you can do. Do  you need me for anything? Holding something? Saying some lines? Hopping  on one foot? I don't know magic very well but my hands are at your  disposal."

She beamed at me. "See, that's refreshing. I  don't usually let people in on my spellwork, but the rare occasions I do  the other party is almost always another magic user. They give all  sorts of tips and express their opinions where they aren't wanted.  Having an assistant who just admits he doesn't know what he doesn't know  is really nice. Maybe if this goes well we can do some magic together  again in the future. After all, you've certainly got the raw power to  learn it, and I imagine I have...plenty to teach you."

That  last bit was a bit husky, and I was pretty sure THAT was definitely  about tantric magic. Either way I'd be happy to learn. With my perfect  memory and super powerful brain I was betting I'd be damn good at magic.  Something to consider later though. In the meantime I followed Zee down  the hall, admiring the fat curves of her ass in those yoga pants as I  went. She didn't seem to mind, clearly putting some bounce in her step  for me to enjoy, but sadly the show ended far too soon as we reached a  wide open chamber.

The room was  cavernous, like some kind of gymnasium or something, and in the middle  was a wide swathe of floor covered in a carpet. The carpet was black,  with silver thread (the actual metal, not the color) woven into a series  of twisting lines and symbols. The carpet was huge, and Zee grabbed my  hand and dragged me over to stand in one of the smaller circles inside  the design. Then she walked away to get me a candle, and came back to  shove it into my hands, lighting it.

She  gave me a brilliant smile. "Ok. This is a location spell. It's honestly  one of the most common spells I use for the League, hence the carpet.  I'm going to try to locate other instances of this type of magic to  figure out what it is. All I need you to do is stand in that spot. I'd  usually stand there, but this will let me tap into your energies for the  magic, which should let me use the spell many more times than normal."

I  stared at her flatly. "So by 'participate in your ritual' you meant  that you wanted to use me as a living battery. I get the sudden feeling  that this isn't the intimate experience you may have led me to believe."  Rather than getting embarrassed again Zee just grinned.

She  reached down and stripped off her tank top, letting those fat, jiggly  tits bounce free. "There you big baby, some eye candy during the ritual.  As a thank you for being such a good sport. Do you feel better now?" I  certainly didn't feel worse. Zee's tits were, to turn a phrase, magical.  Fat and perks with delicious looking strawberry milk colored nipples  about the size of a soda can.

I  wanted more. Wanted to see hear moaning and squealing on my dick, but I  knew this ritual was actually important so I didn't step out of the  circle. Didn't mean I couldn't enjoy myself. "Bottoms too." She raised  an eyebrow but I just looked at her calmly. She bit her lip, clearly not  sure, but she slowly pushed her pants down, exposing a very obviously  soaked and well trimmed pussy. "Turn around." She did, looking over her  shoulder at me.

She  was staring at me face, and I was staring at that ass. It wasn't as  enormous as Whisper's, but it was pale and fat and jiggly and I wanted  to bury my face in it and motorboat those bowling ball cheeks. But I  just stared. "Turn back around." She did, staring up at me shyly.  "You're going to do your whole ritual like this, then you're going to  blow me. I want you to know the only reason I don't fuck you tonight is  because I know you aren't sure about it while I'm with Barbie."

She  gave a shuddering nod, but I cut her off. "But I'll be waiting. As good  as it feels to inhale all that magic, I want you to think about feeling  it splatter the back of your cunt, or shoot up your ass. I want you to  think about how the power would feel inside you. I wonder if it's like  alcohol. Can you get drunk off magical cum up your ass? All you have to  do to find out is just stop holding back and let me have you."

I  could see her hunger and lust, could see how much she wanted it, but  she smoothed out her face, clearing her throat. "I'll...I'll keep it in  mind. For tonight we have magic to do. So just enjoy my body-" Her eyes  went wide. "Looking. Enjoy looking, at my body. While I...do that." She  turned around and busied herself grabbing more candles, and other  supplies she started to lay out ingredients and magical objects. I  appraised most of it, and it was all just random low level nonsense  props for her spells, but I just sat there and watched.

Seeing  her kneeling in front of me setting up the spell naked was  intoxicating. I wanted to fuck her so bad I could taste it, but I  clamped down on it. Based on her desires I was pretty sure she wouldn't  be able to resist coming to me. I decided to be patient. It would be  more fun. Though I was going to face fuck her into a drooling mess  before I left. I wanted to feel her throat spasm around my cock as I  shoved her head down my dick. That particular sentiment entertained me  through most of the setup until she finally finished.

She  stood up, face serious and focused, it was like she flipped a switch,  going from horny sex kitten to calm confident sorceress. Then she began  to speak. Her voice had a resonant quality to it as she chanted, and I  was able to translate it as backwards English, but she was going too  fast for me to bother identifying the words. Still, the circle began to  glow as she intoned the magic words. One of the supplies she'd grabbed  was a map of Gotham, and as she spoke she unrolled it in the middle of  the carpet, clearly focusing the magic into the map. I watched it  closely as she cast, waiting for something to happen.

All  at once I felt a wave of dizziness as energy was sucked from my body.  It passed quickly, but as soon as it happened the candles all flared up,  flames leaping into columns like they were blow torches. As that  happened the map caught fire. A dozen tiny flames blazed up and then  out, leading to a myriad little burns across the surface of the map. Zee  finished her spell, staring down at the singed paper in unease. "Well."  She said unhappily. "I can't tell you what the spell is for yet, but I  can tell you there are dozens of them around town. I can't imagine  diverting that many leylines means anything good. I'm pretty sure we  have a problem." That was unfortunate, but I wondered if I'd still get  my dick sucked.