When the police and the supporting hero team finally managed to bring the situation under control at the opulent charity auction building, Zatanna Zatara found herself at the center of attention, but her mind wasn't on the reporters or officials trying to question her. Her eyes kept glancing towards Tom Jacker, who was casually explaining to Billy Batson why using "Brutal Surge" in a room full of antique porcelain was a bad idea (though his tone sounded more like he was praising the chaos).
Zatanna knew she couldn't let this anomaly simply walk away. She had to know more. She approached Tom, passing Billy and his team, who looked both relieved and confused.
"Mister Jacker," Zatanna said, her voice calm and professional again. "I owe you my thanks. You prevented a major disaster tonight."
"Just call me Tom," he replied with a smile. "And about the disaster, I actually thought tonight was quite entertaining."
"Even so," Zatanna continued, ignoring his comment, "I think we need to talk further. In a more... conducive place. As fellow 'magic users,' perhaps we could exchange some notes." She deliberately used that term, hoping to pique Tom's curiosity.
Tom grinned. He knew exactly this wasn't just an invitation to "exchange notes." This was an invitation to the next round of their game. "I like that idea, Miss Magician. Lead the way."
With a silent Spatial Teleportation jump, Tom moved them both from the crowded auction site to a completely different room: Zatanna's private dressing room backstage at her magnificent theater. The room was luxurious, filled with large gold-framed mirrors, sparkling stage costumes, and various magic props and ancient leather-bound books.
"Your workplace?" Tom asked, observing a top hat placed on the vanity table.
"Something like that," Zatanna replied. She moved gracefully to a small bar in the corner of the room and poured two glasses of brandy. "Drink?"
"Why not?"
Zatanna handed one glass to Tom, then sat on a velvet sofa, crossing her legs with a practiced, captivating motion. The game had begun.
"So, Tom," she said in a light tone. "Your powers... they don't come from spells or rituals I recognize. Divine lightning to purify curses... that's not a regular magic trick."
"I'm not a regular magician," Tom replied, sipping his brandy. "I prefer to be called a 'versatile performer.'"
Zatanna tried another approach. "I can feel a great power within you. So many layers. Like an infinite magical library. Where did you get all that?"
Tom chuckled. "A library? Good description. Let's just say I have a lot of friends in various places, and they like to share their 'talents.'"
Every question Zatanna asked was met with evasive, witty answers from Tom, only adding to his mystery. Zatanna, accustomed to being able to read people and manipulate situations with her charm, began to feel frustrated. This man was like a smoke screen; every time she tried to grasp him, her hands just passed through nothingness.
Realizing the conversation wouldn't get her anywhere, Zatanna decided to switch to a more direct method. She rose and approached Tom, now standing very close in front of him.
"You're full of riddles, Tom Jacker," she whispered, her voice deep and slightly husky. She placed her hand on Tom's chest. "Perhaps there's another way to make you 'talk.'" She tried to cast a minor charm spell verbally, speaking the words backward very softly, almost inaudibly. "...em llet."
Tom merely smiled. He could feel the subtle wave of magic trying to influence him, but his Shazam Template combined with his chaotic will made the magic no more than a warm touch. "Good trick," he said. "But I'd prefer if you just asked directly."
That's when Zatanna realized she had miscalculated. She tried to take control in the way she mastered most: seduction and charm. She thought she could dominate this interaction, making it her game.
However, Tom easily turned the tables. He caught Zatanna's hand on his chest, then with a gentle but undeniable movement, he pulled Zatanna closer. "You want a private show, Miss Zatara?" he whispered, now it was his turn to be in control. "Alright. But remember, in my show, I'm the director."
What happened next was a thrilling duel of passion and will. Zatanna, with all her confidence and experience, tried to lead, to be the one who gave and controlled. She arched her back, pressing her body against Tom, the scent of brandy and her expensive perfume mingling with Tom's sharp masculine scent, filling Zatanna's senses. She tried to turn the tables, pushing Tom back with a strength hidden beneath her elegance. However, every maneuver was always met and countered by Tom with a relaxed yet absolute dominance. She couldn't read Tom's mind, couldn't predict his movements, couldn't manipulate his emotions.
Tom gripped Zatanna's waist, his strong fingers squeezing with a thrilling pressure, and in one swift, dynamic movement, he lifted Zatanna, her body arching backward, her legs automatically wrapping around Tom's waist. Zatanna gasped, a small moan escaping her lips as surprise and new sensations assailed her. Tom then spun them around, pressing Zatanna's back against one of the cold mirrored pillars, feeling the contrast of their hot bodies against the cool glass surface.
"You thought you could lead, Miss Magician?" Tom whispered, his voice deep and trembling, directed more towards Zatanna who was now trapped between him and the pillar. Tom's hot breath swept across Zatanna's ear, sending shivers down her spine. Without further ceremony, with one powerful thrust, he entered Zatanna.
Zatanna screamed, a mixture of shock and overflowing pleasure. It was a sound of complete defeat and incredible enjoyment. The sudden fullness, the urge that hit her to the core, made her muscles clench uncontrollably. Tom moved his hips with a fast, desperate, and brutal rhythm. Each thrust was an affirmation of Tom's power, and each of Zatanna's gasps was an acknowledgment of it. Their sweat-slicked skin rubbed against each other, creating a burning friction amidst the coldness of the room and the invisible stage dust.
"Ah... ah... yes!" Zatanna gasped, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, surrendering to the sensation. She could feel her own heart pounding, hammering against her ribs as if it wanted to explode, in rhythm with Tom's relentless pace. "Faster... harder... oh, Tom... it feels so... perfect!"
Tom grinned, Zatanna's voice was music to him, the melody of his opponent's defeat. He granted her wish, his movements becoming wilder, deeper. Tom wasn't just conquering her body, but also her will. He gripped Zatanna's hips, changing the angle for a deeper, more satisfying penetration.
As climax approached, Tom changed their position again. With fluid, strong movements, he turned Zatanna around, letting her kneel on the velvet sofa, her face pressed into the soft cushion, while Tom took her from behind. The sensation of the soft velvet on her cheek blended with Tom's relentless pressure, making her groan deeply.
"Look at you, Miss Magician," Tom growled softly, his voice trembling with consuming passion. "The queen of this stage... now can only wiggle her ass for me." Tom slapped Zatanna's ass, hard, the sound of the slap echoing in the dressing room, leaving a stinging red mark.
Zatanna bit the pillow, her body arching, the veins in her neck bulging as she struggled against the overwhelming waves of desire. "Bastard... keep going... keep going!" she whimpered, her voice hoarse with escalating passion, a painful yet inevitable admission.
The climax came like a reactor explosion, a shockwave sending vibrations throughout their bodies. Tom roared as he released himself inside Zatanna, a savage roar of triumph. Zatanna's body arched and trembled violently, surrendering to a wave of orgasm so powerful it made her forget everything, even where she was.
Amidst that intimacy, behind her own stage curtain, for the first time in a very long time, Zatanna Zatara was no longer the magician in control. She became part of someone else's magic trick, a trick far bigger, stronger, and more unpredictable than anything she had ever imagined. And strangely, in the midst of her defeat, she found a sensation that was very... intoxicating.