FILL - Abracadamnher (1/2)salmon_pinkJuly 22 2012, 14:49:21 UTC
Warnings for BDSM elements, bondage, toys and a strap-on.
It actually seemed like a reasonable request at the time. One night, no magic. Just the two of them, just sex.
It wasn’t until Harley had even mentioned the deal that Zatanna realised just how long it had been since she’d made love to somebody without magic being a part of it.
There was nothing wrong with that, of course. Why have just plain old chocolate ice cream when you could have triple-chocolate-swirl with cookie bits and melted toffee sauce? But she’d been sleeping with Harley for a while now, and Harley had proven that plain old chocolate could be fun.
So she’d agreed. Simple as that.
Turns out ‘no magic’ didn’t actually apply to Zatanna’s ‘plain old chocolate versus triple-chocolate-swirl with cookie bits and melted toffee sauce’ analogy. Because Harley may not have had magic on her side, but she still had plenty of treats to sweeten things up.
The funny this was, Zatanna had seen that particular bag before, noticed it amidst the chaos that was Harley’s bedroom. She just never thought to look in it before.
She wondered if she’d have agreed to the deal if she’d known just what Harley had stashed away in there.
Probably.
Oooh yeah, definitely, and she arched, sat up and back bowing, wrists pulling feebly against the fur-lined cuffs that pinned them to the headboard on either side of her head. Groan muffled by the knot of fabric held between her teeth, and she shifted her hips feebly, trying to get away from the sensation, trying to get more. Nipples aching faintly beneath the clamps she was still wearing, making her aware of her breasts and how sensitised they felt.
Harley had announced she needed a caffeine break, which apparently meant chugging three cans of cherry Soder and then upending two Pixi Stix into her mouth.
She took her time, smacking her lips together and making pleased little noises, licking brightly coloured powdered sugar off her fingers, smiling to herself.
It would have been quite the display if Zatanna hadn’t been distracted by the damn clit-massager Harley had left pulsing rhythmically between her legs.
The temptation to use magic, to utter a spell to free herself and bring the relief she so desperately needed was almost overwhelming, but she was determined that she wouldn’t break their deal.
She whined again, and Harley gave her a sympathetic look, moved closer to stroke dark, damp hair from her forehead. “Don’t worry, Zee,” she grinned, giving an exaggerated wink. “It’s almost time for the grand finale!”
Zatanna groaned, banging her head back against the headboard. It was true that the sun was beginning to glow through the window, still weak and low in the sky, but the truth was Zatanna wasn’t sure just how much more her body could take. Fucked out, muscles still twitching and trembling, and magic or no magic she’d never come so many times in one night.
Harley soothed her hand up Zatanna’s thigh, and Zatanna whimpered as she eased the clit-massager away from her. She could still feel herself throbbing, wet and spread and sensitive, and Harley made a cooing noise, rubbed her thumb gently over Zatanna’s folds and chuckled when Zatanna’s hips twitched.
Zatanna glared up at her, although it was probably a weak effort, but Harley just smiled. She raised the clit-massager, which was shaped like a bright pink bunny for some reason that probably made sense to Harley, and slowly, achingly slowly, licked it clean.
Zatanna sucked in a deep breath through her nose and squeezed her eyes shut, a sharp stab of pleasure deep inside making her squirm against her bonds.
She kept her eyes closed, tried to centre her mind, to gain some control back. Harley may have made her promise no magic, but she never banned meditation. She could hear Harley rustling about the room, but she pushed it to the back of her consciousness, reciting chants and rituals in her mind to soothe herself.
She ignored the tell-tale sound of the zipper of that bag being opened again, and even Harley’s triumphant cry of, “A-ha!”
It was harder to ignore Harley’s fingers underneath her chin, lifting her head.
FILL - Abracadamnher (2/2)salmon_pinkJuly 22 2012, 14:50:04 UTC
“Don’t you wanna see your surprise?” Harley asked, and Zatanna bit down on the knotted fabric and opened her eyes.
Harley was grinning, hips cocked to one side. Displaying the strap-on she was wearing, bright red and with bells on the harness, actual bells, and Zatanna probably would have laughed through the gag if she wasn’t so busy staring.
“In case you didn’t figure it out yet,” Harley purred, crawling on to the bed between Zatanna’s spread thighs. “The grand finale is where I fuck you until you scream.”
Zatanna shivered, felt her already elevated heart rate begin to speed up even more. Harley didn’t waste any more time, obviously impatient as always. Shifting closer on her knees, one hand pulling Zatanna’s leg up around her waist, the other holding the base of the strap-on, angling it down.
Sliding inside, and Zatanna was so ready for it, so wet for it. Slipping in easily, despite the size of it, despite the girth. Spread open and full, and Zatanna could feel her hands clenching and unclenching, feel her chest heaving, clamps pinching at her nipples.
Harley moaned as if she were the one being opened by the thick dildo, and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Zatanna’s mouth below the gag.
“You look so good like this, Zee,” she whispered, expression sincere and awed for a long moment, before her face split into a huge grin. “But you look even better when you come for me.”
And then her hips were drawing back, before they slammed forward, and Zatanna cried out through the gag. So good, so deep, and Harley had never been one to go slow, giving Zatanna just what she needed, harder, faster, more.
Pumping her hips forward, bells jingling faintly each time, and Zatanna laughed, heard it turn into a messy, muffled wail as Harley angled the strap-on higher. One hand bracing on the headboard as she started to put a little twist into each thrust, the shaft moving slickly within her, delicious drag of pleasure, and Zatanna was already so sensitive, so close to the edge. Eyes falling shut, everything centred between her legs as the world melted away around her.
But her eyes being closed meant she didn’t see Harley reach down, that bright pink bunny massager held in her hand. She pressed it against Zatanna’s clit, and she got her wish when Zatanna screamed around the gag, her whole body convulsing. It was pulsing harder than anything Harley had given her before, the perfect counterpart to the way Harley was fucking her. Tight little vibrations against her, and Zatanna howled, tightening around the dildo, feeling herself go rigid as sensation overwhelmed her, as she came again, electricity skittering through her blood, vision tinted red and the sound of bells tinkling in her ears.
Harley waited until Zatanna’s muscles relaxed, melting back against the headboard, before she flicked the clit-massager off. Zatanna whimpered, trembling weakly through the aftershocks, another soft noise escaping her as Harley gently slid the dildo free from her.
Zatanna knew her expression must have been dazed, but Harley just smiled at her fondly and reached up to undo the gag and pull it free from between Zatanna’s teeth.
“Told’ya it’d be fun without magic,” she boasted, giving one of the nipple clamps a light flick, and this time there was no fabric to muffle Zatanna’s yelp.
Zatanna nodded weakly. “Point made,” she conceded. “But you should know that next time I will be using magic, and I will have my revenge.”
Harley’s face lit up, eyes sparkling and lips pulled back in a positively sinful grin. “Damn straight you will!” she giggled.
Re: FILL - Abracadamnher (2/2)ryu19July 22 2012, 14:53:31 UTC
Damn, Salmon. Just damn. Fantastically filled and the descriptions along with the portrayal of their relationship was excellent. Thank you so much and expect a Bruce/Selina story from me posted to your community shortly.
Re: FILL - Abracadamnher (2/2)salmon_pinkAugust 16 2012, 16:21:40 UTC
Thanks for the awesome comment, it means so much that you liked the fic! Yeah, Zee likes to complain, but she probably wouldn't turn down the chance if Harley offered again... XD
It actually seemed like a reasonable request at the time. One night, no magic. Just the two of them, just sex.
It wasn’t until Harley had even mentioned the deal that Zatanna realised just how long it had been since she’d made love to somebody without magic being a part of it.
There was nothing wrong with that, of course. Why have just plain old chocolate ice cream when you could have triple-chocolate-swirl with cookie bits and melted toffee sauce? But she’d been sleeping with Harley for a while now, and Harley had proven that plain old chocolate could be fun.
So she’d agreed. Simple as that.
Turns out ‘no magic’ didn’t actually apply to Zatanna’s ‘plain old chocolate versus triple-chocolate-swirl with cookie bits and melted toffee sauce’ analogy. Because Harley may not have had magic on her side, but she still had plenty of treats to sweeten things up.
The funny this was, Zatanna had seen that particular bag before, noticed it amidst the chaos that was Harley’s bedroom. She just never thought to look in it before.
She wondered if she’d have agreed to the deal if she’d known just what Harley had stashed away in there.
Probably.
Oooh yeah, definitely, and she arched, sat up and back bowing, wrists pulling feebly against the fur-lined cuffs that pinned them to the headboard on either side of her head. Groan muffled by the knot of fabric held between her teeth, and she shifted her hips feebly, trying to get away from the sensation, trying to get more. Nipples aching faintly beneath the clamps she was still wearing, making her aware of her breasts and how sensitised they felt.
Harley had announced she needed a caffeine break, which apparently meant chugging three cans of cherry Soder and then upending two Pixi Stix into her mouth.
She took her time, smacking her lips together and making pleased little noises, licking brightly coloured powdered sugar off her fingers, smiling to herself.
It would have been quite the display if Zatanna hadn’t been distracted by the damn clit-massager Harley had left pulsing rhythmically between her legs.
The temptation to use magic, to utter a spell to free herself and bring the relief she so desperately needed was almost overwhelming, but she was determined that she wouldn’t break their deal.
She whined again, and Harley gave her a sympathetic look, moved closer to stroke dark, damp hair from her forehead. “Don’t worry, Zee,” she grinned, giving an exaggerated wink. “It’s almost time for the grand finale!”
Zatanna groaned, banging her head back against the headboard. It was true that the sun was beginning to glow through the window, still weak and low in the sky, but the truth was Zatanna wasn’t sure just how much more her body could take. Fucked out, muscles still twitching and trembling, and magic or no magic she’d never come so many times in one night.
Harley soothed her hand up Zatanna’s thigh, and Zatanna whimpered as she eased the clit-massager away from her. She could still feel herself throbbing, wet and spread and sensitive, and Harley made a cooing noise, rubbed her thumb gently over Zatanna’s folds and chuckled when Zatanna’s hips twitched.
Zatanna glared up at her, although it was probably a weak effort, but Harley just smiled. She raised the clit-massager, which was shaped like a bright pink bunny for some reason that probably made sense to Harley, and slowly, achingly slowly, licked it clean.
Zatanna sucked in a deep breath through her nose and squeezed her eyes shut, a sharp stab of pleasure deep inside making her squirm against her bonds.
She kept her eyes closed, tried to centre her mind, to gain some control back. Harley may have made her promise no magic, but she never banned meditation. She could hear Harley rustling about the room, but she pushed it to the back of her consciousness, reciting chants and rituals in her mind to soothe herself.
She ignored the tell-tale sound of the zipper of that bag being opened again, and even Harley’s triumphant cry of, “A-ha!”
It was harder to ignore Harley’s fingers underneath her chin, lifting her head.
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Harley was grinning, hips cocked to one side. Displaying the strap-on she was wearing, bright red and with bells on the harness, actual bells, and Zatanna probably would have laughed through the gag if she wasn’t so busy staring.
“In case you didn’t figure it out yet,” Harley purred, crawling on to the bed between Zatanna’s spread thighs. “The grand finale is where I fuck you until you scream.”
Zatanna shivered, felt her already elevated heart rate begin to speed up even more. Harley didn’t waste any more time, obviously impatient as always. Shifting closer on her knees, one hand pulling Zatanna’s leg up around her waist, the other holding the base of the strap-on, angling it down.
Sliding inside, and Zatanna was so ready for it, so wet for it. Slipping in easily, despite the size of it, despite the girth. Spread open and full, and Zatanna could feel her hands clenching and unclenching, feel her chest heaving, clamps pinching at her nipples.
Harley moaned as if she were the one being opened by the thick dildo, and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Zatanna’s mouth below the gag.
“You look so good like this, Zee,” she whispered, expression sincere and awed for a long moment, before her face split into a huge grin. “But you look even better when you come for me.”
And then her hips were drawing back, before they slammed forward, and Zatanna cried out through the gag. So good, so deep, and Harley had never been one to go slow, giving Zatanna just what she needed, harder, faster, more.
Pumping her hips forward, bells jingling faintly each time, and Zatanna laughed, heard it turn into a messy, muffled wail as Harley angled the strap-on higher. One hand bracing on the headboard as she started to put a little twist into each thrust, the shaft moving slickly within her, delicious drag of pleasure, and Zatanna was already so sensitive, so close to the edge. Eyes falling shut, everything centred between her legs as the world melted away around her.
But her eyes being closed meant she didn’t see Harley reach down, that bright pink bunny massager held in her hand. She pressed it against Zatanna’s clit, and she got her wish when Zatanna screamed around the gag, her whole body convulsing. It was pulsing harder than anything Harley had given her before, the perfect counterpart to the way Harley was fucking her. Tight little vibrations against her, and Zatanna howled, tightening around the dildo, feeling herself go rigid as sensation overwhelmed her, as she came again, electricity skittering through her blood, vision tinted red and the sound of bells tinkling in her ears.
Harley waited until Zatanna’s muscles relaxed, melting back against the headboard, before she flicked the clit-massager off. Zatanna whimpered, trembling weakly through the aftershocks, another soft noise escaping her as Harley gently slid the dildo free from her.
Zatanna knew her expression must have been dazed, but Harley just smiled at her fondly and reached up to undo the gag and pull it free from between Zatanna’s teeth.
“Told’ya it’d be fun without magic,” she boasted, giving one of the nipple clamps a light flick, and this time there was no fabric to muffle Zatanna’s yelp.
Zatanna nodded weakly. “Point made,” she conceded. “But you should know that next time I will be using magic, and I will have my revenge.”
Harley’s face lit up, eyes sparkling and lips pulled back in a positively sinful grin. “Damn straight you will!” she giggled.
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