Elvira's Invitation update

Zatanna hardly needed motivation, though. She ate Elvira’s cunt like she’d been thirsting for its wetness her entire life. Burying her tongue in the sopping wet hole to get all of the taste that she could. Barely able to pull herself away from it for a moment to stimulate Elvira’s clit. And always enjoying the pressure of her sensitive nipples against Elvira’s belly.

Licking and sucking, practically masturbating herself with Elvira’s flavor, Zatanna groped the soft moons of her round ass, enjoying them the same way her own glutes were being savored.

Pure lust welled up in Zatanna—there was no other reaction to the intensity of how Elvira licked her, meshed with the sweet deliciousness of her. Her slot, her clit, the overflowing wetness of her sex burned with such a heat that she didn’t know how she took it. Delirious waves of relief swept over her suffering body. She climaxed, but it only made her want to come again.

Zatanna’s body shuddered as she orgasmed and she eagerly drove her tongue into Elvira, desperate to make her share in the feeling.

At last, they’d both poured enough passion into each other to sate themselves. Zatanna lay back, cooing in delight at the sight of Elvira’s pussy above her, just about glowing with how much pleasure she’d sent through it. “Wow. I can’t believe I’ve let Wonder Woman flirt with me for so long without letting her do that. I never knew another woman could be so… so…”

Elvira chuckled. “I’m going to need you to keep an open mind, toots. In fact, you’re going to need to keep a lot open. I think Trigon’s done with the tutorial and ready to play the game!”

Trigon loomed over them, all of him so big, so red, so hard. His glowing eyes drank in the sight of Zatanna’s nakedness, her bare flesh suffused with passion. Hair disheveled, face flushed, cunt exquisitely wet and ready for the prodigious erection he had.

“You will be mine now, witch,” Trigon announced, running a clawed hand down the generous curve of Zatanna’s flank, his talons picking at the fishnets that stretched over her ass. “I will finish what this trollop has started and show you the pleasure that can only be bought by submission.”

Zatanna paled. She froze, only able to look on in wonderment while Trigon brushed Elvira’s body with ease from her own, then moved to mount her. She could feel the heat coming off his massive endowment as though he were carrying a bonfire between his legs.

Whatever reservations she’d had about making love to Elvira returned tenfold—even if she put all morality aside, she simply didn’t know if she could take that enormous hard-on, survive being penetrated by so many girthy inches. Another woman was one thing; that was just fingers and tongues. This was…

Elvira sprang up from where she’d fallen. She pressed herself to Trigon’s side, her wonderfully oversized mammaries flattening against his muscular physique. Her lips stabbed kisses to his ribs as she rubbed her swollen tits against his skin, letting him feel the hardness of her nipples and the wetness of her sweat.

“Hey now, big boy. Aren’t you forgetting about something? Zee’s nice and all, but I’m the one who revved her up for you. Doesn’t that deserve a reward? You can put it in my ass if you want. And believe me, you do want. Besides, does Zatanna really rate getting that big dick? Think of all the times she’s defied you. Wouldn’t it serve her right to sit and watch while I get to enjoy coming on that… fuck… that ginormous dick only you have?”

Zatanna realized what she was doing. She’d been a superhero long enough to recognize a sacrifice play. Well, Black Canary and Big Barda had never been quite this selfless—but here Elvira was, putting her life… and her cunt… on the line for Zee. Who’d never given her less than a hard time, the freeloader.

It shamed Zatanna. She couldn’t let Elvira suffer on her behalf. “No, Trigon, please—me. Elvira’s already gotten a taste of you. Let me have one.” She hesitated, and in the silence, Trigon’s eyes roved from her to Elvira. Clearly torn between two temptations. “You can have my ass too. I love anal.”

That settled it. Elvira might have a nice ass, but she hadn’t spent years showing off hers in nothing but a thong and fishnets, daring every guy who saw her to try giving her a spanking.

“Bend over,” Trigon said to her, too enthused to even come up with some Ming the Merciless way of saying it, and Zatanna cringed.

“Wow, I never would’ve pegged you for the anal type,” Elvira whispered.

“You’ll help me, right?”

“Absolutely.” Elvira pointed. “The footstool’s over there.”

Shaking a little, focusing only on making one long step after another, Zatanna walked to the footstool until she could bend over it. Spreading her legs apart to put her sex and anus on display.

Elvira crouched down and, taking some of the copious wetness from Zatanna’s pussy, ran her hands over Zatanna’s ass. “I know I’ve fooled around with all of the team but you, and now it looks like I’m getting you in the end,” she quipped, probing Zatanna’s asshole with her finger.

Zatanna moaned, her asshole instinctively tightening to keep out the entry. Elvira giggled and pushed her finger in deeper.

“You’ll have to get a lot looser than that if you want Trigon to fuck you.”

Zatanna blanched. She’d never been fucked in the ass. A few times she’d been tempted, just to see what it would feel like, but she’d never been able to bring herself to give a man that liberty.

Being fucked was one thing, but even sodomized seemed like a step too far. Too dirty, too nasty, to be pleasurable. She didn’t even like a finger in her ass. It made her feel like they were in control, being able to use her body in a way she couldn’t control.

But having Elvira’s finger in her ass didn’t feel too violating. She could feel her asshole relaxing, the motion of Elvira’s finger slowly plying reluctant muscles, awakening destitute nerves and making them relay signals of pleasure from places she’d never felt before…

Trigon moved behind Zatanna. He crouched down at her ass and Elvira shifted away to make room for him.

“Lubricate me, girl,” he said.

“She can do that. Go on, Zee. You’re going to need some Vaseline for this one.”

If she tells even one person about this, I’ll kill her, Zatanna thought, before enunciating “Enilesav won!”

Zatanna knelt there helplessly: feeling herself wetten, loosen, moisture coming out of nowhere to coat the open space that Elvira had just loosened inside her. It felt overwhelming. She didn’t know what Trigon himself would feel like. Maybe she would simply pass out. And it might be better that way. She could avoid the pain and humiliation and just skip straight to not being able to sit down ever again.

Elvira had better fucking appreciate this. Next time we sixty-nine, she’ll be doing all the sixing and I’ll be doing nein… oh God, now she’s got me doing puns…

She could feel the grease actually pouring out of her anus now. That had to be enough, or at least so much that more wouldn’t make any difference. There couldn’t be enough for a cock like Trigon’s.

She felt it rub up and down her cleft. The glans pressed against her anus. She couldn’t stop thinking about it, remembering how big it was. Zatanna tried to picture the excessive length she’d seen reeling out from his loins and imagined where the huge head would end up when he was fully seated in her, his treasure trail pressed to her thatch.

He'll kill me. Women weren’t meant to have cocks in their throats—not from that direction! She wondered how Elvira managed it. Judging from how she was acting, she managed to take guys like Trigon in her ass all the—

Sudden pain ripped through her. Zatanna couldn’t think. All she knew was the sound of Trigon grunting as he broke through whatever resistance was still in her opening and sprawled out in her anal passage.

“No flame could be this hot,” he groaned in exultation, savoring his first taste of the tightness Zatanna’s virgin ass had to offer.

Elvira wiggled with happiness. She patted Zatanna’s hip. “Now, now, take your time, big boy. Pace yourself. Let’s make this little lady enjoy herself!”

Trigon chuckled. “No one would dare dislike the favors of Trigon!”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t, but if you thrust too hard, too soon, there’ll be two of her to think about. And you’re outnumbered as it is.”

Trigon laughed harder. “Would that I have the tail so many devils possess. To be hilted in both you and her at once--!”

Elvira swooned a little. “Okay, Red, simmer down. You do have a forked tongue… no, no, focus on Zee. We don’t want you getting distracted when you could be teaching her to be a nice little cock-holster for you, now do we?”