Aphrodite's Curse: Circe's Trap

As Diana and Cheetah spread Aphrodite's curse to every woman in the DC universe, Zatanna visits Circe to try and break the enchantment slowly taking over the world.

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Zatanna hadn’t quite known what to expect from Circe’s lair, frowning as she melted out of a shadow and peered around. Given Circe’s past, she’d half expected a cave, dark and dank with the traditional magical paraphernalia of a seasoned sorceress. Another part of her, having met Circe just recently, had expected some penthouse or mansion, the old witch’s current persona had seemed to appreciate the finer things in life. What she found was an odd blend of the two.

Circe’s cave was wide and low, lit with tiny sparkling stars that would fit in the palm of Zatanna’s hand, as well as strings of fairy lights draped over the cave ceiling and twisting around the long pillars of stone. The soft sound of flowing water filled the cave, a thin, silvery stream curving its way through the rocky floor. 

Despite the fact that Circe’s lair was, ultimately, a cave, it was nicer than most apartments, certainly Zatanna’s own. Neat platforms dotted the cave floor, wooden panelled and linked by slim stone bridges. There was a library, with books slipped into convenient nooks in the stone. A kitchen, a lounge, a small office space, higher up Zatanna could see what looked like a garden, and on another platform was a piano.

“Word to the wise.”

Zatanna spun on her heel, ready to defend herself. Circe simply raised a brow, perched in a small alcove with a glass of wine. “If you’re going to sneak into someone’s home, maybe make sure they’re not there first.”

“Circe.” Zatanna frowned, slowly lowering her hands.

“Or, if they are home, maybe don’t stand around admirin’ the place and get caught.”

“I came to speak with you.” Zatanna said, scowling as Circe dropped nimbly to the floor and finished off her wine. “Not to fight.”

“Oh, I’m so relieved.” Circe laughed, sauntering past and swatting Zatanna’s top hat off her head. “For a moment I was worried you’d pull a rabbit out of your hat and set it on me.” Zatanna’s scowl deepened and she picked up her hat, brushing it off fondly and watching as Circe swaggered up to her desk, setting down her empty glass. 

The sorceress was just as she’d been the last time Circe had seen her, young, beautiful, with short, wavy ginger hair and sharp blue eyes. She wore a simple but no doubt expensive grey suit, her shirt unbuttoned low enough to show she wasn’t wearing a bra. There was a necklace about her dainty throat, a simple golden strand, Zatanna didn’t know why but it seemed familiar.

“Do you know what’s been happening?” Zatanna asked, folding her arms as Circe sat on her desk and inspected her nails. “You usually keep an eye on the magical community.”

“Sure do.”

“So, you’ve seen?”

Circe rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’ve seen. And I probably understand better than you do.”

“I understand well enough.” Zatanna snapped, “Diana’s clearly been cursed by some powerful demon, and she’s infecting every woman she can get her hands on, making them all like her. She’s building a damn harem out of all of America and anyone with any chance of stopping her is already under her control!”

“Hmm, close, but no cigar.” Circe sighed tiredly, summoning a cigarette and taking a long, slow draw. “S’ not a curse. Not exactly, not in the eyes of who cast it at least. Just a charm, they’d probably say a blessing.”

“And who cast it?”

“Aphrodite.” Circe said, slowly, as if she were talking to a child. “Word is Wondie’s new attitude is thanks to Aphrodite getting tired of her causing trouble, had her and Cheetah fall in love to prove a point. Problem is she sent them out to spread the word, as it were, so they’re transmitting the love spell. Wonder Woman’s not controlling anyone, they’re just in love with her, enough to obey her no matter what.”

“Whatever the case, can you help? Can you fix them?”

Circe smiled, showing off neat, pearly teeth, and rested her chin in one palm. “And why would I do that?”

“I can pay, one sorceress to another I have a few artefacts of power you’d find interesting.”

“Sorceress? Ha!” Circe laughed. “Oh sweetheart… you’re a magician. I’m a sorceress. The difference is night and day.”

Zatanna bit back her retort, desperation to free her friends and allies from the lust-fuelled party that had been relentlessly swallowing every woman it touched overruling her pride. She sighed and folded her arms a little tighter against her chest. “Will you help me or not?”

Circe flashed another dazzling smile and tilted her head. “Yeah, alright. I’ll see what I can do.”

“What’s your price?”

“I know that this will be hard to believe.” Circe sighed mournfully, putting on an exaggerated pout and inspecting her nails. “But I’ve been so very lonely of late. Supervillainy passes the time nicely but there’s so little opportunity for intimacy.” She flashed another grin and wiggled her eyebrows. Zatanna’s heart sunk, her cheeks flushing in an instant.

“There must be something else…”

“All I ask is an hour or two of your time. Take care of my needs, and I’ll see about breaking up Wonder Woman’s little party.” Circe cooed.

Zatanna winced and hugged herself. There wasn’t a choice, not really. Even if Wonder Woman hadn’t been the most powerful super heroine on the planet, she’d seduced dozens of others to create an army capable of conquering the planet in a few hours if they took a day off from fucking like rabbits. Zatanna had watched them fall one by one, powerless to stop them. First the member of the league, and then every other hero in America. It wouldn’t be long until Diana and her new feline lover set their sights on the rest of the world.

“I… I’ll do it.” She whispered. “Free them… and… I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Ah ah, payment first.” Circe cooed, “Here, let me set the mood.”

She snapped her fingers and suddenly both she and Zatanna we’re sitting on a wide, soft, heart-shaped bed, entirely naked and surrounded by scattered rose-petals. Zatanna squeaked and hurried to cover herself, cheeks burning as Circe cackled and lay back, drinking in the magician’s every curve.

“My my, your legs are even nicer out of the fishnets.” Circe purred, parting her thighs and stroking her hand through a neat patch of curls the same fiery red as her hair. “Although, this isn’t really all that fun, is it? Isn’t the appeal of us supers our colourful costumes?”

She snapped her fingers again and Zatanna scowled, looking down and seeing the outfit she’d been given. Her usual jacket was wrapped comfortingly about her shoulders but was entirely open, presenting her bare breasts to the world. Her belly was snug in a yellow corset similar to the waistcoat she sometimes wore. Her fishnet tights were now stockings, leaving her thighs and hips bare.

“Are you finished?” She growled, scowling at Circe, now lounging in a loose bottle-green robe.

“Why Zatanna, I’d almost think you were eager to get a taste of me.” Circe cooed, preening.

“I just want my friends back.” Zatanna hissed, crawling closer and batting Circe’s legs apart. She shook her head, black curls bouncing for a moment, before taking a breath and lowering herself to Circe’s petals. It had been a while, but Circe’s soft gasp was enough to tell her she hadn’t lost what she’d learned all those years ago ‘studying’ with Madam Xanadu. She shivered embarrassedly and planted her hands firmly on either side of her, refusing to touch Circe and make things any more intimate.

Circe had no intention of letting her do this, yanking her hands against her thighs and taking the blushing magician by the back of the head. She felt her reluctant lover stiffen and grinned, pushing a loud, passionate moan. “Oh Zatanna!” She purred. “Oh yes! Oh, that’s wonderful!”

Zatanna groaned, glaring up at her but continuing to dutifully roll her tongue up and down her slit. Circe’s sex tasted sweeter than anyone else Zatanna had tasted before, not that her repertoire was particularly wide. She shivered as Circe’s fingers stroked through her hair. Damn it, all she had to do was get Circe to cum and she was done, her friends would be free! Why was she thinking about this? Why was she paying attention to how Circe tasted? How she felt against her. How she smelled. How her sultry, rasping voice cooed and sighed with delight with every loving flick of her tongue.

“H… hah.” She groaned, blinking as Circe tugged her away. “Wh… what?”

“Nothing, just wanted to look you in the eye.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re enjoying this.” Circe grinned. “Look… at… that. Zatanna Zatara’s having fun! You sure Di didn’t spread a little love to you? Because I haven’t had a ‘hero’ go down on me this eagerly since Penthesilia, and that was centuries ago.”

“Sh… shut up.”

“Ah, right of course.” Circe smiled. “You want to get back to work, I understand.” Her hand grabbed Zatanna by her luscious inky locks and yanked her tight against her opening.

“Hmmmph!” Zatanna whined, getting a nose full of the sorceress’ cunt before wriggling herself back into position. She was uncomfortably aware of how cool the air of the cave felt against her opening, making it unmistakably obvious how sopping wet she’d made herself as she tongued the cocky sorceress’ cunt.

Slowly, without really thinking about it, one hand left Circe’s thigh and began to wander down over her body.  Her breath hitched as her fingers touched her slick, sensitive petals, a lungful of air perfumed with Circe’s sex coursing through her body and making whatever was making her feel so hopelessly drawn to the obnoxious sorceress all the stronger.

If Zatanna hadn’t been completely focused on Circe’s pussy, she might have seen the golden cord around the sorceress’ neck glow brightly, as if charged by the passionate lovemaking Zatanna was trying not to admit she was enjoying. 

Circe mewed and fingered the loop of perfect, glowing metal, lashes fluttering as it drew her deeper under Aphrodite’s spell. It had been days since Diana had found and conquered her, days and days of lovemaking with too many women to count, and Circe’s mind was long since lost to the unstoppable potency of Aphrodite’s curse.

“Ohhh…. Diana…” Circe breathed at a particularly sharp flick of Zatanna’s tongue.

Zatanna didn’t hear, oblivious to the trap she’d wandered into. Even if she had, Circe tasted so good, and her grip on her scalp made her tremble so delightfully, the poor young magician might just have lost herself all by herself.

Circe groaned as Zatanna’s greedy worship grew more and more passionate to the point that the redhead felt control slipping away from her. she hissed and forced herself to yank Zatanna away, tossing the startled woman onto her back and staggering to her feet. She would have said something clever, but Zatanna’s tongue was magnificent and all she really wanted was to feel it wriggling inside her again. She smacked Zatanna down firmly onto the bed with a blast of wind from her palm and straddled her face, mewing as her sopping sex mashed against the magician’s mouth.

Zatanna’s eyes rolled, thoughts of defiance well and truly purged from her mind and set to work devouring Circe’s cunt. The sorceress’ hands raked through her hair as she rode her face, svelte body rolling and pretty face blushing as Zatanna stared up at her. Both women were moaning and clutching at each other in seconds. Circe howled with delight as her orgasm came, fingers clinging to Zatanna’s scalp. Zatanna let out a helpless whimper as the sorceress slipped back and slowly licked her lips. Her hands moved away from her opening; her own orgasm having sapped what little strength she’d clung to.

“Hello Zatanna.”

The dark-haired magician lifted her head sleepily and groaned, seeing Wonder Woman standing by the bed, Circe clutching one arm and nuzzling her face against the Amazon’s earlobe.

“I hoped I’d find you soon.” Diana beamed, “You’re such an amazing woman. It would be an honour to lie with you.”

“N… no… no wait.” Zatanna mumbled, forcing herself up and trying to bat Diana’s hands away, only for her to gently wind her lasso around her throat. “I don’t… I don’t want to…”

“The lasso compels you to tell the truth.” Wonder Woman smiled. “There’s no lies between us, Zatanna.”

“I want it so badly.” Zatanna whined, immediately succumbing to the Lasso’s magic. “I want to kiss you and hold you… god I want you to fucking rail me, you’re so strong and powerful. I want you to sit on my face!”

Diana laughed and brought her sword to the lasso, cutting it with a neat flash of the blade. The severed cords of molten metal flailed in the air for an instant before zipping together, sealing and locking around Zatanna’s throat. A perfect, unbroken circlet of magical metal. Zatanna would be trapped in submissive, honest obedience for eternity now, completely enslaved both to the lasso’s enchantment and Aphrodite’s curse.

Zatanna whimpered and tugged at her new collar, big blue eyes staring adoringly up at the Amazon she was now bound to. “D… Diana… fuck me?” she pleaded meekly, earning a gentle kiss that only made the ache to be ravished stronger.

“Soon, sweet.” Diana chuckled. “Barbara Ann loves to sample all our new playthings, and you’ll make such a lovely gift for her.”

“What about me?” Circe pouted, “Can I finally come play with the others?”

Diana sighed and stroked the sorceress’ cheek. “There are still powerful magic users we haven’t liberated yet, I need you to help lure them in, like Zatanna here.”

“But it’s not fair.” Circe scowled. “Why just me? Why not get Dr Fate to do it?”

“Inza still resists Lady Aphrodite’s magics. The helmet is protecting her somehow.” Diana said sadly, reaching out and cupping Circe’s face. She kissed her softly and stared into her eyes, the immortal redhead trembling at her touch. “I can trust only you for this duty, dearest. I know how powerful you are, you can easily liberate whomever comes to you from their silly notions of freedom. When the mistresses of magic share my bed, I shall reward you myself.”

“Swear it.” Circe scowled petulantly, regaining a touch of her usual swagger.

“On my heart, dearest.” Wonder Woman breathed, bringing her lips just millimetres away from Circe’s as she spoke, before turning and guiding Zatanna to her feet. Circe swayed, mouth open in anticipation of the kiss, only to pout and glare as Wonder Woman neatly leashed Zatanna and led her away, delicious rear bouncing in the tiny blue underwear of her suit.

Circe whined as they left and fell back on her bed to sulk, bringing her fingers to her opening and masturbating to the memory of Zatanna’s blushing submission.