Weekly Dose of Lemon (Zatanna Zatara) (Patreon)

A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.

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Chapter 1: Zatanna Zatara

Metropolis

The neon lights of Metropolis usually felt hollow to Naruto, a far cry from the warm, orange glow of Konoha’s lanterns. But tonight, the air tasted like pollution and expensive perfume. He wasn’t here for the sights; he was here for the Book of Zatara, a relic rumored to bridge the gap between his world’s seal-prowess and this world’s "True Magic."

He found her in an alleyway behind the Grand Theater, leaning against a brick wall with a smirk that could tempt a saint into sin. She wore the iconic top hat, the fishnets that seemed to go on forever, and a waistcoat that hugged curves Naruto found himself memorizing instantly.

"You’re a long way from home, Blondie," Zatanna said, her voice like velvet and smoke. "And you’re looking for something that doesn't belong to you."

Naruto let a slow, confident grin spread across his face, his blue eyes tracking the way her wand twirled between her fingers. "I’m not looking to steal it, Zatanna. I’m looking to see if your magic can keep up with my chakra."

"Is that a challenge?" She stepped closer, the scent of jasmine hitting him like a physical blow. "Because in this town, I always get the last word."

"Let’s see if you can handle a Maelstrom first."

The "duel" that followed was less a fight and more a dance. Naruto moved with the fluid grace of a master shinobi, dodging her hexes and "Magic Tricks" with flickers of Body Flicker speed. Zatanna, in turn, warped the reality around him, turning the pavement into rose petals and the air into heavy, intoxicating incense.

The tension snapped when Naruto caught her wrist, pulling her flush against his chest. Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as she felt the raw, primal heat radiating from him.

"Fast," she whispered, her backwards-speak forgotten for a moment.

"I don't like to waste time," Naruto replied, his voice dropping an octave as his hand slid from her wrist to the small of her back, pressing her hips into his.

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They didn't make it back to her apartment. Zatanna’s "dressing room" at the theater was a sanctuary of velvet curtains and gilded mirrors, protected by wards that ensured no one, not even Clark Kent’s super-hearing, could hear what was about to happen.

Naruto had her pinned against the vanity, her top hat discarded and her dark hair sprawling across the marble surface. There was no need for slow burns when the chemistry was this volatile.

"Show me," she gasped, her hands tugging at the collar of his orange-and-black cloak. "Show me that 'endless energy' I feel from you."

Naruto didn't disappoint. He stripped her with a speed that left her breathless, his hands mapping out every inch of her pale, flawless skin. She was every bit the "recognizable beauty" his followers demanded, sharp, sophisticated, and currently trembling under his touch.

The sex was frantic at first, a clash of two powerful forces finding a rhythm. Naruto’s stamina was legendary, and Zatanna used her magic to heighten every sensation, her skin glowing faintly as she arched against him.

"Naruto… Evig em erom," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He knew what she wanted. He flipped her effortlessly, pressing her chest against the velvet cushions of the vanity chair. The view was breathtaking, the curve of her spine, the flare of her hips, and the way the fishnets still clung to her thighs, framing her perfectly.

"You're sure?" Naruto asked, his voice thick with desire, his thumb tracing the back entrance she was silently offering.

Zatanna looked back at him through the mirror, her eyes hooded and dark. "I'm a magician, Naruto. I know how to handle the 'impossible.' Don't hold back."

He listened. He entered her slowly, the tightness of her body forcing a low growl from his throat. It was a different kind of intimacy than you sweet little pussy, a raw, stretching fullness that made Zatanna’s head fall back, a silent scream of pleasure escaping her as she adjusted to his size in her asshole.

Naruto began to move, his pace deliberate and punishingly deep. Each thrust was a testament to his vitality, his hands gripping her hips to anchor her as he drove into her. The friction was intense, the sensation of being completely filled from behind causing Zatanna’s magic to flare instinctively, small sparks of blue energy dancing across the room.

"Oh gods… Naruto!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the mirrors.

He didn't stop until she was a shaking mess of undone magic and spent desire. He increased the tempo, his movements becoming a blur of friction and heat. When she finally shattered, her climax was so violent it momentarily broke her own wards, the sheer force of her pleasure rippling through the room like a physical wave. Naruto followed shortly after, a heavy, guttural release that left them both slumped against the velvet, the smell of sex and spent magic thick in the air.

Zatanna shivered as Naruto pulled out of her ass making his seed leak from her used hole, he then slammed back into her sore slit getting a loud scream from her, she was excited and knew that this was just round one of many.

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As Naruto pulled her back into his arms, Zatanna let out a tired, satisfied laugh. "I think… I might let you keep that book, Blondie. If only as a 'thank you' for the good time."

Naruto pressed his lips against the back of her neck, his gaze locked onto her bright eyes. "Oh, I'm definitely not finished with you yet, Zatanna. In fact, I believe we’re only just beginning."

Chapter End

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A/N: Here's another installment of Weekly Dose of Lemon. I understand that some might view the story as too short, but these stories are designed to be that way, typically around 1,000 words. I appreciate all the ongoing support, and just a reminder that I'm currently accepting paid commissions; you can find the link in the pinned post. Catch you later!