Chapter 63 - My SI Stash #63 - A Reality Warper in A DC Universe by HeroineRule34Guy (1/2)

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Sypnosis: A self-insert finds himself with reality warping powers and the DC Universe at his fingertips. First stop: Shadowcrest, where Zatanna awaits. He has some unique ideas on how to improve her magical potency. (Full disclosure: The basic premise, but not the execution, is inspired by Baroque's Superheroine Submission. Check that out, it's over on Hentai Foundry.)

Rated: M

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Chapter 1

It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the sudden transition to the immediate area around Shadowcrest. I consider fixing it for a split second, before deciding against it. Not really worth risking a fundamental change to my being for what's at best a minor inconvenience. Besides, right now there are more important things on my mind.

If I weren't a reality warper, it might have taken a lot of effort to find this place. Shadowcrest was enchanted and warded to be constantly on the move and hidden from all but the most powerful mages by the best of the best, Giovanni and Sindella Zatara, two of the most talented wizards in human history. Both of them dead now. Maybe I can resurrect them as a present for Zatanna.

What a bizarre thought. I guess I technically could. Just a bit weird to be so blase about this whole thing. Not the sort of situation you expect to run into, waking up in a superhero universe with ontokinesis. Or is it ontomancy? I guess I can ask Zatanna after I've made her mine.

...I could do that now. No, no, I sort of want to see her succ.u.mb. It's a bit sadistic, but I feel like I've earned those simple pleasures. The Reach, the King of Tears, Mongul, Despero, dozens of other threats, I either blinked them out of existence or changed their modus operandi the moment I realized I'd woken up in a comic book universe. That's billions of lives saved, I've earned a bit of depravity.

For the sheer novelty, I decide to walk up the stairs to Shadowcrest. If I'm too lazy to walk up a set of stairs, I'm too lazy to deserve reality warping. I already rendered myself inviolate against magic and most anything else I could think of, so any of her manor's defenses won't work on me. Otherwise, I'd probably already have been turned into a toad by some anti-trespassing spell.

I make it up the winding stairway, and once I arrive at the silvered wooden doors, softly glowing with arcane light, I take my hands out of my suit's pockets and knock authoritatively. Wait a few moments for her to arrive-

The door creaks open as a confused Zatanna Zatara meets my gaze. ”Who are you?” she tilts her head in suspicion. ”Shadowcrest isn't exactly an easy place to find.”

What an unbelievably gorgeous woman. I almost forget to breathe as I take her in. She's tall, maybe five-eleven, with pale, creamy skin, long, flowing black hair, and striking blue eyes. She's wearing the infamous stage magician's outfit, a white button-up dress shirt that wonderfully accentuates her perfect goddamn b.r.e.a.s.ts, which are outlined tantalizingly by the fabric.

There's a short black blazer jacket that clings tightly to her arms and shoulders, a leotard of the same color underneath it all that barely conceals her p.u.s.s.y, and of course, a white bowtie and a black top hat tying it all together. Oh, and you absolutely can't forget the famous fishnet stockings. Those legs!

It takes all of my self-control not to ravage her right then and there, especially considering how I just warped reality to remove the chance of her experiencing clitoral fatigue, made her erogenous zones a fair bit more sensitive, as well as a couple of other useful modifications for convenience's sake. Ontomancy naturally results in biomancy if you so choose.

Gotta savor it, Joseph. ”Invite me in and I'll tell you,” I smirk, giving her a slight mental nudge. She narrows her eyes, before beckoning me in. God, she has such luscious lips, and the lipstick only accentuates them.

Adjusting things a bit so that she'll accept the gesture, I slip an arm around her waist, pulling her towards me. ”Show me to the living room and I'll explain it all,” I say. Shadowcrest is probably one of the fanciest buildings I've ever been in, filled to the brim with ancient mystical artifacts, a collection forged by two long-dead archmages, and I don't even care, what with the s.e.xiest woman I've ever seen strutting by my side.

”Another man with secrets. Perfect,” she replies, giving me an apprehensive look, apparently ignoring my arm on her waist. Did my ontomancy render her a bit more trusting of me? Must have. Subconscious? Probably, but a welcome alteration nonetheless.

Also, a lady who willingly dated John Constantine does not get to gripe about men, ever. ”Don't worry. Soon enough you'll know all of my secrets.”

Goddamn, her outfit shows off half of her asscheeks, and what little isn't covered by the fishnets is clutched tightly by her leotard, giving me a perfect view of her ass if I just turn my gaze to the left- oh, we're in the living room. Spiffy place. I make my way over to a velvety couch, nudging her to join me.

”So I'm from a parallel universe,” I begin, as we both sit down. ”Sort of a wizard, I guess. Vast magical powers. Basically immune to magic and other anomalous techniques. I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve.”

She raises an eyebrow skeptically. ”Pirts dekan,” she says, in a 'prove-it' sort of voice. What did she just- ah. Very funny. Thank you for translating, ontomancy.

”You know, you're lucky I didn't turn that back around on you. Gorgeous as you are, it's a tempting prospect.”

She ignores the come on and frowns. ”Eurt thgis.” Her hand emits a gray aura for just a moment as she glares at my general vicinity. ”So you are immune to magic. Huh. You and Joshua Coldrake should do lunch.”

”Okay, I know you're probably mad at me for trespassing, but I didn't know you were send-me-to-the-Dark-Tower mad at me,” I give her a playful grimace.

The witch rolls her eyes at me. ”I'm giving it some serious thought, seeing as you shouldn't be here and you still haven't explained why you are.”

I hold up my hands in mock surrender. ”Alright, alright. So, I'm very powerful, borderline reality warper-” not really borderline, ”-and I figured I'd do a good deed or two while I've got these powers and I'm in this universe. Your logomancy, the talking backwards thing, it's a crutch, right?”

”I prefer the term 'concentration exercise',” she replies.

”A concentration exercise that you rely on. A crutch,” I retort, and while it looks like she disagrees with me, she's not openly disputing it. ”So. I might have a solution for you. I want to see this planet still around in the future, and not, you know, eaten by- I dunno, pick any random extradimensional tentacle monster- so I want to make you stronger. More powerful.”

Make the idea appealing to her- ”Too good to be true. Magic always takes its toll. What are you suggesting?”

”Ah, well… it's a bit embarrassing,” I look down, as if embarrassed. ”I have a means to enhance your power, but it's…” I purposefully trail off.

She narrows her eyes at me. ”What?” Zatanna demands.

”It's… well, okay, you clearly find me attractive-” Don't think that requires warping reality further, I already gave myself a body that's somewhere between Jared Padalecki and Sebastian Stan, tall, muscular, meeting traditional standards of masculinity while also adding a personal touch of well-maintained shoulder-length brown hair, but just in case I'm not her type, I make a few adjustments. ”-and I find you attractive as well.”

She raises an eyebrow, as if challenging me. Hah. I could just make her a goddess with the snap of my fingers, but no, I want this to be fun. ”My s.e.m.e.n. By taking it on your flesh or in your body, your soul, your mystical potential, it'll grow ever so slightly with each load you take. I'd say it'd only take a few months of constant f.u.c.k.i.n.g before you were on Fate's level.”

Zatanna stares at me for a moment, as if awestruck by my audacity, before she starts guffawing. ”Ahhahaha, you've gotta be f.u.c.k.i.n.g kidding me. Come on! That's your line? Really?”

It's actually true. Thank you, ontomancy. I shrug. ”Swear to God. I woke up in a parallel universe, magic powers, magic c.u.m. Here. I'll drop the anti-scrying wards so that you can see it for yourself.”

”Magic c.u.m. Even John didn't try that,” she shakes her head, muttering something, the gray aura reappearing. Oh, was that a scanning spell? Guess that makes sense. Her eyes widen. ”Son of a bitch,” she mutters. ”You're actually telling the truth.”

I pull her a little closer to me. ”I'm offended you doubted me. Don't I just radiate sincerity?”

She lets the mystic glow fade away. ”You've gotta admit, the magic c.u.m thing isn't exactly the most believable thing I've ever heard.”

”A woman on a team with an Amazon and an alien from a parallel universe-” Power Girl, there aren't any men on the Justice League in this timeline. Strange. Did I do that subconsciously? ”-should learn to suspend her disbelief.”

”Difference between being open-minded and being completely gullible,” she counters. ”So I think I can guess, but what do you get out of this deal- besides the obvious?” she rolls her eyes, adjusting herself into me. ”What's the price? Obviously I get power, but what are you demanding in return?”

”It'd probably be a solid trade-off, but I want a bit more than that. The effect will fade, if not even entirely erase, if you ever sleep with another man, so you'll have to remain mine to keep the power. But you do need my power to better defend the Earth,” I say. ”You can't rely on your powers if they're crippled by laryngitis or a gag. Being my woman can make it so you never have to worry about your-” I do air quotes, ”-'concentration exercises' again.”

Grinning devilishly, I make another change. ”Besides, you've never met a man who's made you more aroused than I do,” I say, and the shift is almost instantaneous. She sucks in her breath, her legs squeezing together, her piercing blue eyes locking on to me. After just a few seconds, I can see her n.i.p.p.l.es poking through her top, and I actually lift my hand up as if to unbutton it, but I decide to wait. Just a little longer.

She squirms into me, tentatively placing her delicate hands on my chest, flattening her palms against my torso. ”So. Are you interested in my offer?” I ask, erection straining against my pants.

”Well-dressed, handsome, magic c.u.m-” her gaze flickers down to my growing bulge, ”-evidently well-endowed, it's a difficult offer to refuse.”

I lean in towards her, moving one hand to her nape, the other to her thigh, gently stroking up and down her silky fishnets. My lips inches away from hers, I stare her dead in the eyes. Feels like I've waited ages for this moment. ”There's no going back from this, you know. After this, you're mine.”

God, what a l.u.s.tful expression on her face. ”What are you waiting for?” she asks huskily.

I don't even bother responding, pulling her into me, softly pressing my lips into hers, starting with a pure, almost chaste kiss. It only takes a few gentle kisses before we both escalate, our lips lingering against one another, the taste of her strawberry lipstick inescapable. I give her lower lip a toothless bite, pulling it back playfully before releasing it abruptly, eliciting a gasp. She giggles a bit before I dive back in, meeting her with several deeper kisses.

Grabbing her by the waist, digging my fingers into her, giving myself a moment to feel her flesh, tantalizingly concealed by her shirt. Not slowing our lips' intertwinement, I lift her, moving her from my side to my lap. Zatanna- let's just call her Zee from here on out, we're close enough by now for that- obediently spreads her legs, resting her knees on the couch besides me. Her crotch teasingly grinds into mine, and that would be frustrating if it weren't so arousing. She shuffles a bit to make herself comfortable, gripping my shoulders for support.

She pushes me back! I find myself pressed against the couch, Zee taking advantage of my surprised gasp to force her tongue into my mouth. I welcome her intrusion, mashing my lips against hers, our tongues intermingling. Her tongue worms against mine, pressing it into the floor of my mouth. For my part, I don't even bother to resist, giving an occasional flick or two in response.

Zee relents after a short time, her tongue sliding out of my mouth with a lewd trail of saliva following, and I quickly retaliate, leaning up to meet her for another kiss, beads of saliva dripping down on both of us. My hands make their way down to her rear, and as our lips meet yet again, I massage her cheeks, relishing the feeling of my hands on an ass this perfect.

She m.o.a.ns throatily into my mouth as I squeeze, feeling her flesh, cruelly concealed by her leotard and fishnets, give way before my eager groping. My palms embed themselves in her ass as Zatanna pushes her tongue back into my mouth. This time, I try my best to match her enthusiasm, but I'm admittedly more than a little distracted by her assets, so she very much has the upper hand. Which, to be perfectly candid, is absolutely fine with me. There's almost nothing s.e.xier than a woman this beautiful being this enthusiastically attracted to you. God, I can feel her tits pressing into my chest.

Finally, I close my lips down on her tongue, enjoying her surprised 'mpf!' for a split second, before I start gently sucking. Her tongue trapped in my mouth, I flick mine against hers teasingly, nestling our foreheads together, hands still possessively kneading her asscheeks. After a few moments of light sucking, I let her go free, the tongue still dangling in my mouth for a second or two before she pulls it out, letting it hang lewdly in midair. I grin dopily at her. ”God, you're so s.e.xy,” I mutter, spreading her cheeks fondly.

”You're not bad yourself,” she replies, and my smile widens a bit as I lean forward to give another kiss. I reluctantly tear a hand away from her ass to caress her chin, tilting her head to the left, exposing her neck. My fingers push her hair to the side as Zatanna eyes me expectantly. Not wanting to let her down, I plant a kiss on her newly revealed flesh, enjoying the way she shudders.

I breathe out a stream of hot air on her sensitive flesh, savoring her consequent l.u.s.ty coos. ”Mmm… I aim to please, you know,” I tease, whispering into her ear. I give her earlobe a quick nibble before moving back down to her neck, a quick, soft ghost of a kiss following the motion. The next kisses are deeper, longer lasting. I'm making out with her flesh directly, a few kisses soft and fleeting, others that last longer, my lips lingering against her neck, tongue brushing against bare skin. I could get used to this.

But if I don't see her tits soon, I might explode. I reach for the shirt buttons closest to her neck, fumbling a bit in my excitement as I reveal more and more of her flesh. ”I can-” she begins, but I interrupt her, shaking my head.

”No. I want to unwrap this present myself,” I say, snapping open another button, at last exposing a bit of cleavage. Damn, you really can see her n.i.p.p.l.es poking through the fabric. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts shudder as I tear open button after button. Can't be too hurried about this- ah. Whoops. Whatever. Finally, there we go! Still a few buttons left to go, but her b.r.e.a.s.ts have finally slipped free.

Oh yes. I snap off the last button to let them have room to breathe now that they're finally unrestricted by her shirt. Zee smirks, barely paying any mind to the button as it flies off in some other direction. ”Like what you see?”

They're inches away from my face! I don't even bother replying, instead partnering my hands with a corresponding b.r.e.a.s.t. At this point, I'm not even thinking of her pleasure, it's just an automatic response, I see tits, I play with them. I spend a few moments kneading her b.r.e.a.s.ts, hands pawing into them, in and out, clutch and release. She bites her lips, still smirking. ”Hope you can do more than just squeeze my tits.”

Oh, she wants to challenge me! ”Your n.i.p.p.l.es, they're very sensitive, aren't they?” I ask rhetorically, thumbs tracing down her b.r.e.a.s.ts until they reach her pink nubs, both already standing at full attention. I circle them teasingly as I await her response.

”Maybe for the right g-” As she responds, my thumbs and forefingers pinch gently on her sensitive n.i.p.p.l.es, rolling them between my two digits anticipatorily. Her eyes widen in surprise and the smirk vanishes in an instant, replaced by what I admit is a very satisfying shocked countenance. She closes her eyes as she tenses up, her sentence trailing off. ”-aiahh!”

”Take that as a yes,” I mutter, ever-so-softly flicking her left n.i.p.p.l.e with my thumb, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the sorceress. ”You ever have a n.i.p.p.l.e orgasm, Zee?” She shakes her head. ”My lucky day,” I grin, giving her right nub one last rub before I lean in, extending my tongue.

I press the tip of my tongue near, but not on, her right n.i.p.p.l.e. Positioning myself by her a.r.e.o.l.a, I begin moving a circular motion, careful to avoid her n.i.p.p.l.e, wanting her to anticipate this, to desire this, but to be denied it until I think her ready. My tongue circles her n.i.p.p.l.e sensually as I watch her face carefully. Zee's sucking in her lips, biting down on them in frustration, her eyes rolling up every time my tongue brushes against her n.i.p.p.l.es.

All the while, her other n.i.p.p.l.e is being subtly but continuously toyed with. Sometimes I'll roll it between my thumb and my forefinger, rubbing it tenderly. Or maybe… she makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a m.o.a.n as I grab her left n.i.p.p.l.e and gently pull towards me, before guiding it back to its proper position. I build up a tempo, getting her used to it before I escalate further.

I drag my tongue down in one quick motion, flicking against her n.i.p.p.l.e as I do so, eliciting a soft, elated murmur from my partner. Obviously, I continue, bringing my tongue back up, its giving fleeting, teasing licks to her pink nub, and I can see her shoulders and neck tense up in response.

My tongue's tip presses into her n.i.p.p.l.e, swirling against it, toying with her. ”That really is good,” she mutters. I intensify my veneration, the body of my tongue joining the edge as I begin to fully lay into her. I grab her back for support as I worm my tongue against her n.i.p.p.l.e, enjoying the way Zee shudders and m.o.a.ns into me as I lewdly worship her.

Finally, I sheathe my tongue, leaning my head forward so that my face is pushed into her right b.r.e.a.s.t, giving her n.i.p.p.l.e a soft kiss before opening my mouth wide and giving it a toothless bite. My lips come to a close around her a.r.e.o.l.a, and I start sucking gently, looking Zatanna in her half-open eyes as I bring the n.i.p.p.l.e play to its logical conclusion.

”Ahhaah God,” she groans as I purse my lips around her n.i.p.p.l.es, suckling tenderly with soft pulses of pressure. After a few moments of gentle sucking, I return my tongue to her attentive pink n.i.p.p.l.es, letting the tip nuzzle her n.i.p.p.l.e as a reintroduction, before giving way to a full embrace.

At this point, she just starts panting, and I don't let up, tongue undulating around one of her n.i.p.p.l.es, the other still receiving its due attention from my relentless digits. My tongue twists and turns around her, tasting my new s.e.x toy for all she's worth, and I'm so caught up in revering her and her goddamn gorgeous body and these perfect f.u.c.k.i.n.g tits and n.i.p.p.l.es- I lose track of time, and I only barely notice a full-body shudder right as it happens.

”Ooooohooh fuuhuhuck! Oh- gaahaa!” she squeals deliriously. Her body tenses up as she writhes in the throes of orgasm, thrusting herself towards me as she digs her fingers into my shoulders for support. Her thighs clench together, her knees digging into my h.i.p.s as her whole body squirms. Zatanna, probably unintentionally, grinds her p.u.s.s.y into my crotch, my already hard c.o.c.k massaged for a moment by her covered womanhood. I don't dare stop sucking her n.i.p.p.l.es.

After a few moments, I let her go, reluctantly breaking the… let's call it a kiss, and stare into her eyes as she comes down from the orgasm. I can't help but glance at her n.i.p.p.l.es, one slickened and dripping with saliva, probably a bit sore from all of the attention. I quickly adjust reality so that it will always be a good sort of soreness. ”I promised, didn't I?” I tease.

”Oh holy f.u.c.k,” she replies, b.r.e.a.s.ts dangling just beneath my face. She sticks her tongue out and licks her lips absent-mindedly. ”Apparently you can do more than just squeeze,” she says, breath a bit heavy.

Isn't that just an enormous ego boost. ”Oh, I very much can,” I reply, moving my hands to her waist, lifting her yet again, grinning at the way she yelps playfully in surprise. Standing up, I place her back down on the couch, swapping positions with her. ”I should show you some of my other tricks. Like how good I am at eating p.u.s.s.y.”

Her eyes widen in anticipation. She bites her lower lip, looking me over. ”I'm not seeing what this has to do with you increasing my magical power,” she teases, smirking unsteadily.

I laugh. ”It doesn't. I just want to taste you. Is there a problem?” She wordlessly shakes her head. I kneel on the floor between her spread legs, giving her exposed b.r.e.a.s.ts a l.u.s.tful look as I stare up at her. ”Get those clothes off before I tear them off.”

”Threatening me with a good time? Not the most effecti-” she pauses in realization. ”-I don't even know your name.”

I grin at her. ”I'm Joseph. I'm the man who's going to give you the time of your life, and who's going to make you his own. Nice to meet you.”

She inhales l.u.s.tily. ”Enchanted,” she replies, a low, husky tone to her voice. ”Pirts dekan,” she recites a familiar spell, her stage magician uniform disappearing in a flash of light, revealing her n.a.k.e.d body, and I forget how to breathe for a moment. God. She even took away the fishnets- okay, I do admittedly prefer bare legs. But…

”Could you bring back the hat and bowtie?”

Zatanna rolls her eyes good-naturedly. ”Ietwob, tah, teg kcab ereh,” the garments return in the same sort of streak of golden light, I barely notice, so focused on her glistening p.u.s.s.y lips that I'd somehow missed entirely until literally just this second. ”And yats tup. A man who appreciates accessories. Who would have guessed?” she muses aloud, idly fingering her n.i.p.p.l.e- oh, Jesus, that's s.e.xy.

I run a hand over her thigh, smiling as she trembles at my touch, still a bit sensitive from her recent. My hand glides down towards her newly freed p.u.s.s.y, and I use that movement to generate suspense for the coming cunnilingus as I stare at her p.u.s.s.y, perfectly smooth and hairless, almost v.i.r.g.i.nal in appearance. I spread her legs a bit wider, resting my head on her left thigh as I give her one last look in the eyes before I get to work. ”Don't forget my highly refined palate,” I joke, before immediately pressing my tongue against her unspread lips.

Starting at the lower end of the vulva, I keep the full mass of my tongue extended and pressed against her p.u.s.s.y lips, my taste buds happily lapping up her moistness, and I slowly bring it up, starting process slowly and steadily, away from the c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s so as to build anticipation. I keep this pace going, tongue pressing against her entryway, running up and down steadily, my head bobbing up and down to ensure that my tongue doesn't get tired. I don't know if that's possible anymore, but I'd rather not find out.

Zee coos appreciatively, resting her head against the back of the couch, and when I glance up to see the look on her face, her mouth is hanging open, and her eyes are squeezed shut. So far so good, then. I keep lapping at her p.u.s.s.y, dragging my mouth along with my tongue so as to give her yet another pleasurable sensation.

I spread her labia a bit so as to cover more ground, going up and down, up and down, in repetitive, slow, predictable drags, pressing my tongue into her just enough to trigger a response, building up to something greater as I rake my tongue through her pink folds. I can't help but almost come to a pause sometimes while pulling this off, just inhaling her scent, the feminine musk radiating from her p.u.s.s.y.

Once I've established a routine, steady, firm licks up and down her vulva, I begin deviating. My tongue begins steadily moving north towards the clit, not yet at my final destination, but coming closer, and by the way Zee's shuddering, she knows it. I keep my hands busy, my right hand close by her thigh in case I need it, my left reaching around and fondling her round, firm ass.

After several moments migrating towards the clit, I begin to switch tactics, my tongue still glued to her sopping p.u.s.s.y, drinking in her juices. This time, however, I withdraw the brunt of my tongue, instead just pressing the tip in the area immediately near, but not on, her clit. Tender, almost rote, licks assail her, as I begin to work my way up to circling the clit directly.

Within a minute, that's exactly what I'm doing. My tongue worsh.i.p.s her in a concentric pattern, surrounding her clit, sometimes, just barely, brushing up against it, but always keeping at a slight distance so as not to rush things. I occasionally spare a glance towards my lover. Zatanna's breaths are husky, lingering, tinged with a desire for a release yet to come, her body quivering as my tongue explores her. ”Cuh- come on,” she m.o.a.ns. ”Mooorrree.”

That's my cue. I drag my lips up towards her hood, pushing it back with my tongue so as to better expose her clit, before finally pressing the tip against her nub, not flicking it, careful as to provide her sensitive spot with the respect it deserves, instead just lightly brushing it, before pulling it back and repeating the motion. Soft, tentative licks steadily escalate, as her breathing grows noticeably heavier.

Let's take this a step further. Formerly fleeting licks intensify, as I begin to make love to her clit in earnest. My tongue latches on to her sweet spot, and I combine the motions of kneading and suckling. As I do so, Zee sucks in her breath, and I can feel the tensing of her thigh muscles growing more and more pronounced and frequent.

Finally, I wrap my lips around her clit's vicinity as opposed to merely lazily hovering over the area as before, tongue still lewdly kissing her, before I start to suck. Tongue wrapped around her clit, I begin to pull it towards me, working her gently but firmly, milking her with my mouth. ”Ah- agh. Oh God,” she groans.

I keep going. Her m.o.a.ns escalate, and after about a dozen more sucks, her entire body shakes. ”Ah- ahaah! Fuuhuck! Oh- Oh Gahahad!” Her thighs convulse, clinging together, squeezing my head. The orgasm washes over her in waves, and I close my eyes instinctively as she involuntarily thrusts her crotch forward, rubbing into my nose and cheeks. I just barely manage to keep my tongue on the prize, not wanting to stop so as not to lessen her euphoria.

Zatanna comes down from the high after about half a minute of wailing and shaking, and once I feel her body come to a still, I slow my licking, releasing my liplock on her p.u.s.s.y, untangling my tongue from her clit. Rising, I rub a finger across my slickened lower face. Impressive trophy. ”Enjoy yourself?” I tease.

She laboriously lifts her head from the couch back and stares at me for a solid moment, dazed. ”You… you already know the answer to that question. You just want to hear me say it.”

I grin. ”Guilty.”

Zee woozily smiles. ”Hmph. Alright, I admit it. Best cunnilinguist I've ever had. Honestly and truly, cross my heart.”

”Better,” I reply, smile growing a bit foxlike. ”But… you know… I never got to use my fingers. That's a little disappointing, you know.”