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Young Justice: Poseidonis
August 18th, 2010
We spent nearly four hours in the library, but eventually exhaustion started to creep up on both of us. Poseidonis was a few hours ahead of Gotham, leaving the library all but empty when we finally returned all our scrolls and tablets to their places and began to make our way back to our rooms.
Though my body was tired (and very thankful that it didn't need to drag me all the way through the water), my mind was racing with new ideas and concepts. Atlantean magic worked on a completely different axis then Order magic or wand magic. There were similarities and parallels, but it was still an entirely unique way of manipulating magic.
We made it back to the dormitory without any trouble and I wished Zatanna a good night as we each went to our own rooms. I had just begun to unpack my nightclothes from my bag when I heard a soft knock on my door.
I frowned and drew my wand, then went to the door. I pulled the door open with my left hand, a shield spell on the tip of my tongue and found…Zatanna, clutching her bag in both hands.
I lowered my wand. "Is everything okay?" I asked, concerned. "Did something happen?"
Zatanna smiled shyly, "No, no, I'm alright. Can I come in?"
I shrugged and stepped out of the doorway. "Of course, Zee. You're always welcome."
She slipped into the room and I shut the door behind her, returning my wand to its holster. Zatanna set her bag down on the table beside mine, then reached inside and tugged out a similarly sized but unenchanted bag. "I'm going to use the bathroom," she told me firmly, then disappeared into the adjoined room, the lock clicking shut behind her.
Was her's not working right? The bathroom here was a little weird, but I hadn't had any issues with it. I shrugged mentally and went back to my bag. It took a bit of digging around––I wasn't too good at the charm that let you just will an object inside an expanded bag to your hand––but eventually I found my nightclothes.
I hadn't been able to find anything quite as comfortable as my enchanted sleepwear from back home––guaranteed to keep you warm, cool, and comfortable all night long––but the loose-fitting silk shirt and pants in a lovely shade of Slytherin green that I'd bought and enchanted myself were better than any of the garish alternatives I'd found at muggle stores.
I grabbed the shirt, then paused and looked at the bathroom door. I couldn't hear Zatanna moving around at all, so I probably had a minute or two before she came out. I silently conjured a doorstop, just in case, then swiftly changed into my nightclothes and vanished the doorstop again.
I made it just in time. I heard the lock click open and looked up from my bag to see Zatanna step out of the bathroom wearing––
My train of thought crashed like a quidditch player flying just a little bit too close to a Whomping Willow. My jaw dropped and the question I was about to ask fell out of my mind entirety.
Zatanna stepped fully into the room, did a little spin, then posed, one foot extended forward and her hands on her hips. I stared at her wide-eyed, hungrily drinking in her appearance even as my brain tried to tell me that I should look away.
I wasn't exactly sure what to call what she was wearing. It was…sort of a dress? But not like any sort of dress I'd ever seen her wear before. It was tiny, black, and sheer enough that I could clearly see her underwear through the fabric. A strap around her neck connected to two black cups that barely covered her bare breasts, her nipples visibly poking through the sheer mesh and leaving most of her upper chest and the valley between her breasts exposed.
A black ribbon was tied snuggly beneath her breasts, securing the rest of the dress to her body. It was made from the same sort of black mesh and extended down a scant few inches past her thighs, leaving the rest of her long, slender legs completely exposed.
The only other thing she was wearing was a black 'thong', a type of underwear I'd seen on several mannequins at the stores Zatanna had dragged me through but never imagined that actual people would wear. A thin strap around Zatanna's hips held a tiny triangle of fabric in place, preserving the barest trace of her modesty.
"So, how do I look?" Zatanna asked after a moment, breaking me out of my reverie. I forcefully tore my eyes away from her body and our eyes met, amusement dancing in Zatanna's eyes even as her cheeks were colored red by a rosy blush.
I swallowed heavily. "Stunning," I managed after a moment. My mind raced as I tried to formulate words into a sentence. This was horribly improper, and there was no way I could allow her to walk through a public hallway dressed like…that! Many of the Atlanteans might wear clothing that even some surface muggles would find obscene, but this was another step past even that!
"I'm glad you think so, it took a long time to pick out something I liked." Zatanna walked past me, my eyes following her of their own accord as she turned her back to me, her hips twisting from side to side with every step and making the fabric that already barely hid her rear ride up slightly.
She threw back one side of the sheets covering my bed and sat down. "I'll be sleeping here tonight," she told me in a voice that brooked no arguments. "Actually sleeping, I mean. The beds are plenty big enough for two and…" her voice turned husky and seductive in a way that sent shivers down my spine, "I wouldn't want to get cold at night."
My first thought was that I could enchant something to make sure that would never happen. My second thought was that Zatanna was in my bed and that I'd literally heard that exact line used in one of the films Zatanna had taken me too. My third thought was that it would be horrible for both our reputations if it became known that I'd shared a bed with an unmarried and unbetrothed girl, even if nothing actually happened.
The second thought swiftly clobbered the other two to death with a broadsword. This wasn't my world. This was normal here. The biggest consequences I could face were from Giovanni, and he'd probably try to tear out my spine if he knew that Zatanna and I had already kissed several times. How much worse could this really be?"
I pushed proper etiquette aside and focused instead on mother's other lessons. How to sway hearts and minds with honeyed words. It hadn't exactly been my forte, but it was something a Black had to know. "Well, we can't have that," I answered after a moment. "A beautiful young lady such as yourself should never have reason to fear the cold when I'm around."
Zatanna laughed. "Do you say that sort of thing to every girl you meet?"
I walked over to her side, my stride and poise projecting confidence I wasn't really feeling deep down. "Only to you, my love," I answered softly. Leaning over, I slipped a hand behind her head, my thumb by her ear and my fingers brushing the nape of her neck, and then I pulled her into a searing, passionate kiss that left my knees weak and my lips tingling.
After several long, blissful seconds, I broke the kiss and pulled away, leaving Zatanna staring up at me with passion and lust shining in her eyes. "Only you," I repeated again, my fingers brushing lightly against her cheek as I moved my hand away.
Zatanna swung her legs onto the bed and moved over, wiggling under the sheets until there was enough space for me to join her. I climbed into bed after her and a wave of my wand dimmed the lights till nothing was left but a pale blue glow coming from a bowl of water on the desk––the remnant of a hydromancy training technique involving infusing large quantities of magic into water that Tula had told me about.
It took us several minutes to get settled. Initially I did my best to avoid touching Zatanna, a challenging proposition with her in the middle of the not-that-large bed instead of on the other end, but that was clearly the opposite of what she wanted. Eventually she huffed, literally grabbed one of my hands, and pulled it under her bunched-up dress to rest lightly on the bare skin of her belly.
We ended up spooned together, with Zatanna's back against my chest and her nearly bare butt pressing dangerously against the crotch of my silk pants. My left arm was wrapped around her waist while my right, mostly pinned in place by her weight, had found itself cupping one of Zatanna's firm, perky breasts, my fingers automatically toying with the little nub between them before I even realized what exactly I was touching.
It was a very intimate position, not helped by the small sounds Zatanna kept making. My face was pressed into her soft, shiny hair and I could feel her heartbeat and hear her soft, gentle breathing.
"Good night, Hydrys," Zatanna whispered sleepily.
"Good night, Zee," I whispered back.
Zatanna shifted slightly and promptly fell asleep, her breathing and heartbeat evening out. I sighed softly and closed my eyes. I was glad that my body was as worn out by the day as it was, because there was no way I would have fallen asleep half as fast otherwise.
The next two days were just as tiring and busy as the first had been, but oh so worth it. In the mornings Zatanna and I got breakfast, then had three hours of tutoring with Tula and Garth where we learned the basics of Hydromancy and some of the theory that underpinned all Atlantean-style magic.
After lunch, Zatanna and I went off to our very first class at the Conservatory. We floated at the back of the classroom as an elderly-looking woman with shiny, eel-like skin and features lectured a bunch of fourteen to sixteen year old Atlanteans on Hydromancy. Her words were clear and concise, and her explanations made several of the concepts I'd been unsure about seem obvious in hindsight.
After the first hour, we were each given a clear glass sphere filled with water and the instructor walked us all through an exercise involving charging all the water within the sphere and then creating precise currents and disturbances that caused the glass surrounding it to move while keeping the rest of the water within perfectly still.
It was much harder than I would have expected it to be. Controlling all the water as a single mass was easy, but moving part of it while leaving the rest calm was hard, as was applying just the right amount of force at just the right angles.
It took about half an hour to get the basics down, at which point the instructor, who introduced herself as Professor Unla, gave me a few more things to try before moving on to help the student beside us who was having trouble charging the water inside the sphere rather than just the water he was touching.
After a few quiet tips from me, Zatanna got it down just a few minutes after I did, and joined me in working on the more advanced exercise. Though we had much less experience with hydromancy specifically than the students we were learning with, we both had years more experience practicing magic in general. Thus for us it was more a matter of adapting skills we already possessed to work with hydromancy rather than learning everything from scratch.
By the end of the three hour class, I was certain that I'd be coming back for the rest of Professor Unla's Hydromancy classes over the next two weeks. She was very good at her job and I felt my skills progressing by leaps and bounds under her tutelage.
After that, Zatanna dragged me to another class that was happening almost immediately after. She was incredibly taken with the idea of tattoos that helped channel magic and insisted that we absolutely had to look into them. Most of her time at the library the day before had been spent reading about it and she'd completely exhausted Tula's admittedly limited knowledge of the field trying to ask clarifying questions about what she'd learned.
I was initially reluctant, but I couldn't really resist Zatanna's pleading and eventually agreed to join her. The class did prove to be rather interesting, though Zatanna spent a fair portion of it sketching something that I think was supposed to be a tattoo in one of the notebooks I'd charmed to be waterproof.
Today's lesson was about the preparation of magically-charged ink that was used to create the black tattoos that I'd seen on many Atlantean wizards. It was a complex, intricate process that involved harvesting ink from a specially bred type of cephalopod that was fed an exacting diet of magically-charged crustaceans, mixing it with the blood of the person being tattooed, and charging it with magic in a very specific way.
I also learned that the reason that only some of the wizards I'd seen had visible tattoos was that, once you became sufficiently proficient with its use and fully attuned all the magic in the ink to yourself, the tattoo became fully invisible except for when in use. For some reason, Zatanna seemed terribly disappointed by this fact, though it did significantly raise my own interest in the subject.
The instructor for the class was another witch, though Professor Mo'no looked about a century younger than Professor Unla had. She was a tall, slender, and very pale woman with inky black hair and almost unnaturally big eyes. She also had a lot more than just the typical eel-like arm tattoos I'd seen on Aqualad and so many others, something she was happy to show off when Zatanna approached her after class.
She clapped her hands together, releasing a pulse of mana into the water and causing tattoos all up and down her body to light up. There were of course the usual lines on her arms, but also two more sets winding around around the original markings, scale-like patterns on her neck and cheeks, a double helix descending from her back all the way down her legs, and an incredibly intricate design on her belly that vanished under the top of her skirt and extended around to join the cluster of tattoos on her back.
She then apologized, saying that she had a few others that she couldn't show us due to where they were placed, but Zatanna seemed happy with the demonstration regardless. We ended up staying nearly forty-five extra minutes before the teacher finally excused herself and I could drag Zatanna away to eat dinner.
Our evening once again went about the same way. We ate, we spent hours reading at the library, and by the time we made it back to our rooms we were both exhausted enough to head right to bed. Zatanna joined me once again and wore the very same black…nightgown, but this time the underwear beneath it was red and lacy instead of a plain black.
The next day was much like the previous one had been. We ate, we learned from our guides, we ate, we went to classes, we ate, we spent hours at the library, and finally we collapsed into bed together.
Today's classes were another lecture on Hydromancy, this one delivered by a muscular, shark-headed wizard with beady eyes and long, clawed fingers. He introduced himself as Batu Sha'ark––a name that I felt was a little bit too on the nose––and instead of a class, it was a one-off lecture. Batu was an officer in the Atlantean military and had a number of fascinating insights on using hydromancy in combat.
He also showed us all a special technique for creating incredibly strong barriers made from nothing but water that could nullify many forms of magic instead of merely physically blocking it. I only managed to make a palm-sized barrier out of the greenish glowing water the technique called for instead of the towering barricade Batu could call up, but now that I knew the theory it was just a matter of practice and experience.
After that we headed to another class taught by Professor Unla, this one focused on the Atlantean healing arts. Atlantean magic was not particularly good at healing from what I understood. Wizards back home could put a person back together after basically anything that didn't instantly kill them, assuming there wasn't any dark magic involved of course. Atlantean healing was far more limited, but it was still better than the tiny handful of healing spells I actually knew so I shouldn't complain.
Like a lot of their magic, their healing spells used water as a medium to draw out damage and infection and mend injuries. The key weakness as far as I could tell was when it came to internal wounds. The specially infused water lost potency at an exponential rate the further it was from the actual damage, so while a cut could be fixed easily, and a deep wound was similarly not a problem, injuries like broken bones, damage to organs, and other problems that couldn't be directly touched were far more difficult to treat.
Today's class was focused on diagnosing and treating injuries in small fish. Many Atlanteans had just as much fish in them as they did mammal, making it a key practice aid.
After the initial lecture, every student was given a slightly injured fish inside a sealed container, and then Unla came over to Zatanna and I, along with two other students she waved to join us, and quietly helped us through the initial steps that most of the students around us had done in prior lectures. It took me a few tries to get the right balance of energies, at which point I was given a fish of my own to work on. Neither Zatanna nor the two Atlanteans figured it out while she was with us, but she told them to keep working at it. Healing, even at a very basic level, was very hard and everyone learned at their own pace.
I left the lesson satisfied. Zatanna left it fuming and frustrated. Despite her best efforts, she'd been unable to make the magic work the way she wanted it to, and it was clearly getting to her. I hugged her, kissed her, and promised to help her work on it. A story about how long it had taken me to get the hang of the Episkey spell did a lot to cheer her up and she was smiling and laughing by the time we made it to dinner.
The promise to make her her own water broom so she could be more independent with her choice of classes also helped. It was an easy promise to make because the rushed charms on my own were starting to fray around the edges. It was about time for version four and I had so many ideas for improvement I could make.
Young Justice: Poseidonis
August 21st, 2010
Our fourth day in Poseidonis started off a little differently. The night before, Zatanna and I had cut our time at the library slightly short and she had helped me transfigure and charm two new brooms for us to use in getting around. I'd come up with a lot of potential improvements over the last few days, and I was greatly looking forward to seeing how they would perform.
The brooms were honestly incredibly helpful. They didn't really help with swimming around inside of buildings since they just weren't maneuverable enough to use safely, but the amount of time and effort we'd saved getting between the library, cafeteria, dorms, and academic buildings was immense even after just two days.
Today was both Saturday up on the surface and the last day of the week using the Atlantean calendar. That meant there were no classes or lectures and, tragically, the library was closed to students and visitors alike.
At dinner the night before, we'd discussed plans with Garth and Tula and eventually decided to go on a small tour of the city like Garth had offered on our first day. Zatanna and I had done basically nothing but study magic for three entire days and needed some time to absorb the lessons.
Tula had asked if any of the others wanted to come along with us, but all the other Atlanteans had other work or responsibilities they needed to focus on today. Fisna had joked that, unlike Tula, she hadn't been given a free pass to not do any homework, which was honestly a fair point. Garth's pointed question about if she was still working on the project that had been assigned nearly two months ago and that both he and Tula had finished before Mera assigned them to Zatanna and I was also an excellent point.
Instead of waking up early for breakfast and tutoring, today Zatanna and I took the opportunity to sleep in a little. Garth had promised to come get us around eleven, and breakfast and lunch were combined today into a single meal served from eight in the morning till two in the afternoon, giving us plenty of time to eat before we left. Typically breakfast was only available from seven till nine, meaning we had to be up awake no later than a little past eight if we wanted to eat before our tutoring.
I woke up just after nine, Zatanna still fast asleep in my arms. As usual, she'd moved around during the night, and was now snoring softly into my shoulder. Our legs were tangled together, one of mine clamped firmly between Zatanna's thighs, and she had one arm draped over me while the other was trapped somewhere beneath her body.
We were both dressed much as we had been on the first night, though on Zatanna's request I had eventually ditched the shirt from my sleeping clothes, leaving my chest and arms bare beneath our blankets. She'd told me she didn't really like the feeling of the fabric, but that hadn't felt particularly truthful. I was pretty sure she just wanted an excuse, but I eventually acquiesced regardless. It wasn't like I needed its charms for warmth with Zatanna beside me, after all.
Zatanna had, once again, switched what she was wearing under her night clothes as well. The first night she'd worn a black thong, and I had thought that it was an incredibly revealing garment. The second night she'd worn what I was pretty sure was also a thong, though it was red and lacy. It had theoretically contained more fabric, but drew the eye far more readily than a more subdued color would.
I'd thought that sure that would be as far as it would go, but then last night she'd come out of the bathroom wearing a garment whose name I didn't even know. It looked much like a thong from the front, though with slightly thinner straps around the hips, but then she'd lain down on her stomach while I put the finishing touches on the broom I was making for her and I'd realized the difference.
A single thin line of black fabric rose up between her legs and vanished between the plump cheeks of Zatanna's rear, covering essentially nothing at all before connecting to the equally slender black line around her waist. The thong had looked like it wasn't hiding anything, but this garment really didn't even try to pretend.
Well, I certainly wasn't going to protest. Any reluctance I had been feeling before had vanished after three wonderful nights holding a beautiful, powerful, and intelligent witch like Zatanna in my arms while I slept. There was something magical about going to sleep and waking up with her warmth pressed up against me.
I considered getting up, but I didn't want to wake Zatanna. With the way she was holding onto me, there was no way I'd be able to extricate myself from her grasp without waking her. I'd found that she wasn't nearly as accustomed as I was to sleepless nights and early mornings, and she could use a little more time to sleep. Instead, I leaned down and brushed my lips against her forehead, then pulled back and just admired the beauty held within my grasp.
Zatanna and I had kicked our sheets loose during the night, leaving both of us uncovered, but that wasn't a major problem given the pleasantly warm air of the room. We'd gotten a little bit cold the first night, but Tula had pointed out a dial that controlled the wards on the room and shown us how to adjust the temperature.
Zatanna's gown had ridden up as it always did during the night, leaving her rear and most of her back completely uncovered. Her long black hair was scattered around her head in a messy crown that did nothing to detract from her beauty. One of my arms was trapped under her head, while the other had shifted during the night from her belly to her back and then down until it now rested lightly on one of her naked cheeks.
Zatanna mumbled something into my shoulder and shifted slightly. Her face moved up from my shoulder to my chest, her slightly cold nose rubbing just above my nipple. The rest of her body followed suit and she rolled partially onto her side, her legs still curled around one of mine and her barely clothed breasts pressing against my chest.
I smiled softly and pulled her towards me, only to find her arm wedged between our bodies and her elbow digging into my belly. Shifting, I tried to see if I could maybe move her arm out of the way so that we could both be more comfortable. I froze and my face flushed red when I noticed where exactly her arm was and the way her hand vanished beneath the fabric covering her most intimate parts.
I shifted back and did my best to pretend I hadn't seen anything, content to just hold her in my arms as she slept. When Zatanna finally woke nearly half an hour later, I wished her a good morning, kissed her, and said nothing.
It took us some time, and several heated kisses, before we finally went and got breakfast. It took longer than it should have because Zatanna was still getting used to 'flying' on her new broom, but the delight in her eyes as she zoomed through the water was well worth the delay. Furthermore, it was better for her to practice here and now, with relatively open water and few people around, then in the city.
We ate alone, not seeing any of the other students that Tula and Garth had introduced us to. We got some curious looks––the air bubbles around us and our unusual clothing made us stand out––but no one approached us. I was slowly starting to get used to Atlantean food, but I didn't think I would be missing it when we returned to the surface.
After breakfast, Zatanna and I returned to the dorms and, by silent agreement, each headed to our own rooms. As much as we both enjoyed spending time together, a little bit of space was nice at times. We had about an hour till Garth was supposed to take us for a tour, so I used the opportunity to head back to the surface for a bit. I'd already prepared a portkey that would take me from anywhere to my bedroom in Atlantis and tested that it worked despite the wards around the Conservatory.
My biggest worry originally in traveling back and forth from Atlantis was that portkeys couldn't take someone to an underwater location––a safety feature that had been designed into the spell centuries ago and I just didn't know how to remove. However, I had a room that was supposed to stay water free, so that wasn't going to be a problem.
Instead of wasting time making another portkey or using up one of the ones on my enchanted rings, I simply Planeswalked away, tearing out of the Plane and then reentering it a moment later in Slaughter Swamp. From there, it was just a short hop down to Gotham, where I loaded up on some of the muggle foods and beverages that I had come to enjoy, or which I knew Zatanna liked.
A few minutes later, I was back in my room as though I had never left. The portkey worked like a charm and the entire trip had taken barely more than half an hour. I set a can of the overly sugary fizzy soda that Zatanna liked by her bag, then spent the rest of the time till Garth knocked on my door trying to apply some of the hydromancy theory I'd learned to a water-making charm. I didn't accomplish anything, but I did feel as though there were some potential commonalities that deserved further exploration.
The tour ended up being rather delightful. Poseidonis was a beautiful city unlike any other that I'd ever seen before. We saw the royal palace, the Science Center, and all sorts of other gorgeous buildings. Zatanna's favorite was a park built around a stunning coral reef. Thousands of beautiful and exotic fish swam around within a barrier that was permeable to people, but not for the fish themselves, each one more colorful than the last.
Along the way, Tula and Garth recounted all sorts of anecdotes about living in the city. They pointed out their favorite shops and restaurants, told stories from their childhoods, and even gave us some short history lessons about the various statues and monuments we occasionally passed.
According to Tula, Poseidonis was the richest of the city-states that made up the kingdom of Atlantis, and it showed. The city was clean and peaceful, the people friendly, and a clear amount of money and work had gone into public projects like infrastructure and keeping everything in pristine shape. There was no sign of the sort of urban decay that plagued Gotham, no slums or dangerous districts that we were told to avoid. I didn't know much about how the city or nation was run, but I could appreciate what they'd done with their capital.
The four of us ate lunch at a Nanauvian restaurant. I didn't really see much difference between the food from the southernmost city of the kingdom and what I had been eating at the Conservatory, but I could admit that the quality seemed higher than what was generally served to students. The fish was delicious, the salad seasoned with something very tangy and sweet, and the enormous crab we were served was by far the best thing I'd eaten here so far.
After we ate, we continued the tour for another two hours, and then took a long, ambling route back to the Conservatory. Even though we hadn't had to do very much actual swimming, Zatanna and I were both rather tired physically from the long day. Just moving through the water was exhausting, working tons of muscles that I'd never really thought about before. I was constantly at least a little sore, and Zatanna wasn't much better either.
By the time we got back, we were starting to get hungry again, so we headed straight back to the cafeteria for dinner. We were joined by a haggard-looking Fisna––her project was not going well––and ate in relative silence interspersed with Fisna asking Tula questions about the assignment. It was some kind of hydromancy-related enchanting that sounded both fascinating and not particularly useful to me since it only worked underwater. Still, it was interesting to hear the two young women discuss their shared classwork.
With the library closed, Zatanna and I headed back to my room after dinner. We were both tired and sweaty and took turns showering in the slightly cramped bathroom. I went first and just changed right into my sleeping pants, not really seeing a reason not too. Then I spent half an hour reviewing notes while Zatanna got washed up as well.
When the bathroom door opened, I set the notes on my bedside table and looked up. For the second time in three days, I was struck speechless. I had been expecting something like I'd seen the past few days, the same sheer nightgown with something tiny worn underneath it.
Instead, there was a white towel wrapped around Zatanna's chest. It just barely covered her nipples and extended a scant inch down her pale thighs. She smiled coyly at me, her fingers toying with the folded-over corner holding the whole thing up. "Hydrys?" she asked softly.
"Yes Zatanna?"
She walked over to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed and straddled my legs. Her warm breath tickled my face and I was suddenly deeply aware that the only barrier between Zatanna and I was her towel and my thin silk pants. She set her arms down on my shoulders and I instinctively reached around to hold her hips, my hands sinking into the soft white fabric and feeling the warmth of the bare flesh beneath it.
"I'm really thankful that you set this up for me. I know that it was Uncle Kent that convinced Dad and that a lot of this has to do with him more than anything you did, but this has been a dream of mine for a long time. Uncle Kent could have organized things at any time, but he didn't until you pushed him to do so, and I don't think he ever would have otherwise."
Zatanna took a deep breath and continued. "You've been so good to me. This summer…I was so bored cooped up in Shadowcrest all the time, but then you came along and you've been everything I always dreamed of. It's so amazing having someone I can share all the magic in my life with and you're always so kind and accommodating and just…just…so amazing."
Zatanna took another deep breath, closed her eyes, and then pulled the towel covering her away, leaving her kneeling on me as naked as the day she was born. "I want you to know just how much this has all meant to me," she told me firmly. "I love you, Hydrys, and…I want to be with you while you're still here. I know you're probably going to leave someday."
I opened my mouth to say something, but she pressed a finger against my lips, "Shhhh. I know you're probably going to leave someday," she repeated, "Maybe soon even. I talked to Nabu, you know, and he told me that Planeswalkers never like to be tied down for long. A month, a year, maybe longer, but then they're gone. But these last few weeks have been some of the best times in my life and I want to make the rest of the time we share as special as I can."
"Zatanna," I tried, but she silenced me with a passionate kiss that left me too flustered to continue.
"Maybe you'll come back. I hope you'll come back. But the world is a dangerous place. You can never know what's going to happen. You just have to make the most of the time you do have. I love you, Hydrys."
Our eyes met and Zatanna smiled. Things were moving so quickly, but what else was I supposed to say? "I love you too, Zatanna. You're the kindest, smartest, and most talented witch I've ever known and I'm so lucky to have you."
And that's that! Lights on, cameras down. Nope, I'm kidding! Or am I? Let's find out!
[] Zatanna knows exactly what she wants and she's going to get it. Hydrys is a little hesitant about what's about to happen, but he's willing to go for it. For Zatanna's sake, you understand.
[] Our beloved Zatanna is a good, catholic schoolgirl. Thankfully, she knows all about god's loophole. Hydrys maybe doesn't, but he's certainly about to learn. For Zatanna's sake, clearly.
[] For all her bluster, Zatanna wants her first time to be special. She wants to work up to things instead of just jumping right in. Of course Hydrys wouldn't want to disappoint his lovely girlfriend.
Young Justice: Poseidonis
August 21st, 2010
Zatanna leaned forward and her weight pushed me down onto the bed. The impact momentarily knocked the air from my lungs and I barely had a chance to suck in a deep breath before she was on me. Our lips mashed together as she all but lunged towards my face and our noses bumped painfully as we clumsily kissed. I twisted my head in the same direction as Zatanna, then the other way, and then our tongues were dancing together. My eyes were closed but I could feel Zatanna, her lips on mine, our chests pressed together, and her warm weight on top of me. It was sloppy and messy and just all together the best thing ever.
Zatanna wove her hands through my hair as she kissed me and my own roamed up and down her body, exploring every inch of her in a way I'd never felt it proper to do before. I squeezed and massaged her lucious rear with both hands and Zatanna moaned eagerly into my mouth, egging me onward.
I was feeling slightly breathless by the time Zatanna finally broke our kiss, fiery heat filling my body and making my heart pound in my chest. Zatanna sat up, her knees on either side of my waist and her breathing coming in heaving gasps that made her chest bounce with every breath. Her face was flushed bright red and, from the heat I could feel in my cheeks, I had no doubts that my own complexion currently mirrored hers.
"Oh god, Hydrys I need you," Zatanna gasped out, but I barely heard her. My hands were still buried in the plump cheeks of her ass and I used them like handholds to pull her slightly up my body towards me. Zatanna yelped and used my shoulder to steady herself, but I was far from done.
One hand stayed on Zatanna's bum while the other moved up to her back and I pulled Zatanna back down on top of me, finally doing something I'd been trying to avoid fantasizing about since the first night we'd spent together in the same bed.
My lips closed around one of Zatanna's nipples and I ran my tongue in a slow circle around out, then brushed it over the firm little nub of flesh. Zatanna's sharp intake of breath and soft moans were all the motivation I needed to continue and I slowly expanded my search, lavishing every inch of her wonderful perky breasts with soft licks and gentle kisses.
Zatanna's weight shifted and I took the opportunity to move the hand on her back down and around to cradle Zatanna's so far unattended breast. I rubbed and squeezed the soft yet firm flesh, so different from her pillowy rear and yet equally wonderful. Catching the nipple between my fingers, I rolled it gently even as my lips returned to the other one and received another loud moan of pleasure from Zatanna in return.
"Oh fuck, Hydrys! Oh god!" Zatanna's face was buried in the bed sheets above me but I could hear her as clear as day, her voice loud and filled with pleasure and raw, hungry desire.
Zatanna's hips bucked and her legs slid further apart, pressing her bare crotch against my belly. I could feel the moisture collecting in her core and it urged me onward just as much as her moans and breathless panting did. Even with my vision covered almost entirely by her chest and shoulders, I could read her body and reactions like a book, feeling the tension in her muscles and the shifting of her voice and breathing as my tongue and fingers moved around.
The undersides of her breasts were very sensitive and she seemed to love it when I gently tugged on her nipples or just barely brushed my teeth against them. Her ass was also very sensitive, and the hand holding her down against me was hard at work squeezing, groping, and kneading the flesh as though it was the clay we sometimes worked with in Herbology. I was careful not to be too rough, but to an extent her reactions just got better and better as my confidence grew.
Zatanna let out a hitched gasp and her hips began to move, grinding her womanhood up and down my belly in short strokes that left a trail of hot moisture in their wake. I pulled my hand away from Zatanna's breast and she let out a desperate moan, "Hydryyyyssss," she almost hissed, oh god, Hydrysssss!"
I didn't leave her hanging for long. I switched hands, my left going to her butt while I tucked my right under her body to the breast I was worshiping with my mouth. A tiny wiggle later and my tongue was tracing a wide circle around the edge of her areola while my hand got to work on the soft, slick flesh beneath it.
I moved slowly but surely, each circle getting fractionally smaller and smaller until Zatanna was literally begging for it. "Hydrys, please, please I'm so close! Hydrys!" Finally I flicked my tongue up and down her nipple, then latched on and sucked hard while my other hand squeezed and rolled her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Zatanna's entire body shuddered and she cried out wordlessly, more of her weight falling on me as the arm braced on the sheets above me was suddenly unable to hold her up. I continued to suck and lick and squeeze and knead, emboldened by her clear enjoyment. It was a tad uncomfortable to have so much of her body weight directly on top of my face, but that was completely outweighed by what exactly was pressing down on me and the delightful sounds pouring from between Zatanna's lips.
"Holy shit, Hydrys, that was amazing," she whispered shakily. "I…I didn't know that…could feel so good…" Slowly Zatanna's shaking died down and she pushed herself up with both arms. I followed her up, my mouth still latched onto her breast, then fell back to stare into Zatanna's shining eyes, though my hands continued moving despite our change in position.
My mouth had left a few red marks on her pale breasts and I gently traced between them with my finger, my touch making Zatanna's breath hitch as she tried to say something. "You're so beautiful," I told Zatanna softly, and she laughed, once more making her breasts bounce hypnotically.
Though I didn't have much to compare them to, I personally thought Zatanna's breasts were perfect. Not too big, not too small, and the way they made Zatanna sing when I played with them was as rewarding as finally managing a difficult spell after days of study.
I continued, emphasizing each point with a rough squeeze of a breast and a cheek. "Your eyes gleam like the purest sapphires, your smile brightens the darkest of days, your hair shines like the night sky…" Zatanna's smile widened and I grinned back, "your breasts are just perfect, your bum––"
Zatanna cut me off before I could continue, her lips once more crashing down against mine and I let the rest of the complements I'd been preparing fade to the back of my mind. The kiss was just as fiery and passionate as before, but this time we managed to avoid trying to break each other's noses.
Zatanna once again pulled away far too soon. "I'd like to think you're pretty fine yourself, but let me take a look at the entire specimen before I make a final judgment." She nearly broke down into laughter twice during the sentence and I very reluctantly let her go as she crawled down my body and off the bed.
I propped myself up on my elbows as Zatanna shakily stood in front of me and hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of my sleeping pants. There was a very obvious tent in the fabric, and I could see her eyes glued to it as she tried to work the knot holding my pants in place. After a moment, I could see she was starting to get frustrated, her trembling fingers and the bare fragment of her attention actually focused on the task at hand turning the simple two-loop knot into a gordian challenge. Then she finally seemed to remember that she was a witch. "Eitnu!" she hissed, and the two pieces of string flew apart in an instant, nearly tearing the enchanted fabric around them.
Zatanna took a deep breath, then sharply tugged my pants down. After a moment I remembered to raise my butt up off the sheets and Zatanna's blush deepened as she much more carefully pulled them down around my ankles, then off and tossed them onto the desk chair.
My cock sprang free, standing proudly erect and throbbing in anticipation. Zatanna stared at it wide-eyed for several seconds and I felt slightly self-conscious for a moment. I'd never given my manhood much thought until just now, but what if it was in some way deficient compared to Zatanna's expectations?
I'd spent my OWL and NEWT years, which many of my classmates wasted enjoying one another's company, studying magic and actually preparing for my exams. Even if I hadn't, getting this far with a witch who wasn't my betrothed would be a massive mark against me, a sign that I could not properly compose myself as a wizard of good standing. Only muggle borns and first-generation halfbloods, or some particularly stupid witches and wizards with no regard for their families, had the 'opportunity' to engage in anything beyond kissing and heated petting.
Of course I knew the mechanics of it all. I'd had the misfortune of having my dearest mother catch me while I was reading 'Da Booke of Places Moste Darke and Trecherus', which was not about what I thought it would be about at all. She'd boxed my ears, then sat me down for a very long and very awkward conversation about all the ways a sly mudblood witch could try to take advantage of a proper wizard of good breeding.
However, that was all purely theoretical knowledge. Enthusiasm and effort had helped me succeed so far, but something inside me throbbed painfully at the idea of disappointing Zatanna, particularly after the fervent speech she'd delivered earlier.
My fears were allayed as Zatanna slowly reached out and touched the side of my shaft with the tips of her fingers. It twitched in response and Zatanna's lips parted slightly and she wrapped her hand gently around my cock. I'd held hands with Zatanna plenty of times and knew how soft and slender her fingers were, but they felt much different when they were holding my manhood and not my fingers. "It's warm," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of wonder and trepidation. She leaned forward and a gentle breath of warm air blew across the throbbing head of my cock.
Zatanna slowly, hesitantly pumped her hand up and down and my breathing hitched. Zatanna's eyes snapped up to mine and her parted lips transitioned into a toothy, confident grin. Zatanna gave my cock one more slow, languid pump, her fingers moving all the way down and then back up my length, then clambered back onto the bed and straddled my legs.
Zatanna slowly shuffled forward up my body, giving me plenty of time to drink in her body, searing the sight of her nude form into my mind. Her hips rocked from side to side and her widely-spread knees spread the outer lips of her womanhood, revealing the pink center shining with a thin sheen of moisture.
She stopped with her butt resting lightly on my thighs, my shaft pressed vertically along her crotch and up her belly. The skin above her slit was pale and smooth, and the silky touch of her skin against mine made me realize that she'd removed every strand of hair below her neck. The book had said something about a thick patch of hair showing that a witch was a proper woman, but something about this seemed far sexier than what I had been picturing.
Zatanna took another deep breath and peeked down at my cock. One of her hands lightly pressed my shaft against her, while the other went to the tip of my cock, palm flat as she measured its length against her belly.
She closed her eyes, opened them, then rose up until the tip of my cock was just brushing against her rosy center. I silently watched with bated breath as she shifted back and forth a little at a time, rubbing my cock up and down between her outer lips, moisture from her core wetting the head of my cock and trickling slowly down my shaft.
She paused again and I could see her knees shaking slightly. I reached up and set my hands on her hips, steadying her. "Is this really what you want, Zee?" I asked softly. I was…well, I had mixed feelings about this. On one hand, it went against everything I had been taught. Not only were we not married nor betrothed, but we were actively hiding our relationship from her father and my own family was not in the picture at all.
On the other hand, this was not my world. My family was so far away that distance could no longer measure it, back in a world I'd left behind. This was a whole different place with different traditions and moralities. And, very importantly, my gorgeous, sexy girlfriend was kneeling over my cock after several minutes spent screaming into the bed sheets as I pleasured her with my mouth and hands.
I couldn't fully suppress the temptation to just pull her downward onto my shaft, but I was sufficiently in control of my faculties to resist actually acting on it. I cared about my relationship with Zatanna far more than I did a few minutes of pleasure.
Zatanna's expression went from hesitant to firm as bedrock. "Yes. Yes it is. I love you, Hydrys. There's no one else I'd rather have my first time with."
And then Zatanna slowly lowered herself onto my cock. Her lower lips spread around my throbbing cockhead and it slowly vanished into her hot, wet depths. Zatanna's face screwed up into a slightly pained expression and she froze for several seconds, then continued. Inch by ponderous inch she sank down until about half my shaft was buried inside her.
"Merlin and Morgana," I swore, throwing my head back with a soft gasp of pleasure. Zatanna's insides squeezed down around me like a vice and waves of hot pleasure like nothing I'd ever experienced before raced down my spine and flooded my body. Kissing Zatanna had been amazing, and this was better, so much better.
I looked up at Zatanna past my nose and watched through lidded eyes as she threw her own head back, her hair falling in a curtain around her. "Fuck! Hydrys," she moaned, "oh god, you're so big! You feel so goooooood inside me." She rolled her hips and sank down another inch. "Oh fuck, fuck!"
I collapsed fully back onto the bed and held onto Zatanna's hips for dear life. She moved agonizingly slowly further and further down my cock, and moans slipped from my lips as her pussy did its best to crush my shaft.
"Dear Merlin, Zee, you're amazing!" I groaned, "Fuck!
Finally, Zee's hips met mine and the final millimeters of my cock vanished inside her. I could feel her deepest depths pressing against the tip of my cock, Zatanna's pussy fitting me perfectly like a sheath of hot, tight flesh.
My hands moved around to hold Zatanna's bum as she leaned heavily on my chest, my fingers digging into her cheeks and pulling her down onto me. Zatanna moaned and rolled her hips, our voices mingling as we filled the air with the sounds of our pleasure.
Zatanna shifted her weight and began to pull up slightly and I pushed her butt up, helping her rise a few inches off my cock. Then she slammed back down and once more cried out, my name rolling from her lips and echoing around the room. "Fuck Hydrys! Oh Fuck! Hydrys!"
The next few minutes were a blissful blur of slapping flesh, cries of enjoyment, and sensation I'd never realized I'd been missing out on in my life. Zatanna bounced on top of me, the glorious friction from her rolling hips and each stroke up and down my length sending waves of heat and pleasure through my body.
With a loud gasp, Zatanna slumped forward and her entire body shuddered again as she came. "Hydrysssssssss" she moaned, and her pussy clenched down even tighter around me, squeezing my cock until I felt like I was going to burst. I had already been on the brink of cumming, my body held back only by my desire to give Zatanna the best experience I could. This however threatened to push me over the edge.
"I'm…close…" I warned, "I'm going to cum!" My voice was shaky, but Zatanna heard me all the same.
"Cum for me, Hydrys!" she exclaimed, "Fuck me! Fill me up!" Her hands roamed across my chest and she continued to roll her hips even as her insides clenched and unclenched around me, her body doing its utmost to push me over the edge.
Squeezing her rear, I thrust my hips up and pulled her down. My cock swelled, stretching her to the limit and Zatanna cried out in pleasure again, nearly collapsing down onto my chest. Spurt after spurt of hot cum blasted from my cock, flooding Zatanna's core and slowly starting to leak down my cock.
Zatanna held herself up for as long as she could. As my cock began to grow soft inside her, she finally collapsed down onto my chest and we held each other tightly, our eyes locked together and our bodies intertwined.
"That was…incredible," I told her softly.
Zatanna smiled weakly and I raised my head to kiss her tenderly on the lips. It was a short, gentle kiss, nothing like the ones we'd shared earlier in the evening, but it was…very nice.
"Yeah. Yeah, that was amazing."
"Everything you imagined it would be?"
"And more," she confirmed easily.
I squinted past Zatanna and focused on the lights shining down on us. Slowly a thin strand of glowing water rose from the bowl on the desk and drifted silently through the air until it reached the switch that controlled the lights. I clicked my teeth together and the water slapped the switch, plunging us into near total darkness.
Zatanna sighed in contentment. "You're the best."
"Love you too, dear."
Well, hope you enjoyed it. Zatanna and Hydrys certainly did! What's next on the docket for our under-sea lovers?
[] Hydrys and Zatanna are here for one…two things. But the first one is magic! More classes and lectures!
[] We've met some cool people down in Atlantis. Maybe we should talk to some of them?
[] Queen Mera has expressed some interest in meeting with us to see how we're doing and if we're settling in alright.
[] Write in: Or maybe something else?
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