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Themysciran Treasures update
🕑 Added 2019-07-23 21:00:00 +0000 UTC
Slam in, pull out, hear her gasps, make your groans, juices running, pussy spasming, prick hard—Peter ground his crotch against Diana’s clit every time he hilted himself inside her, their bellies slapping together as he drove his cock into her over and over again.
“You’re wonderful!” Diana crooned, almost singing, as her hips helplessly returned to his thrusting cock after each separation.
Normally, here would be where she would expect her lover to take a more dominant role, now that the pleasure was at a good level, but she could see Peter was too inexperienced and too nervous to indulge himself in a way they both would enjoy. So she pulled her knees up to her breasts, spreading herself open to allow Peter to ram himself into her much easier. She thought he would split her open with the way he went mad for her exposed sex, but she loved the intensity of his need for her almost more than she would a more expert fuck.
Peter drove himself into her sucking passage, her tightness making it nearly inconceivable to pull himself out. He had to form a beat with himself—forcing himself to draw out when his balls slapped against her pert ass. Even so, his will would almost instantly shatter and he would pound savagely back inside her. It was only the thought of pleasing her that allowed him to draw away from the impossible satisfaction of being inside her cunt.
His face blazed crimson and his sweat dripping down onto Diana as he continued lunging into her. She shivered with joy as he filled her, each time seeming to make her cunt stretch. There was no getting used to the size of his cock. Diana welcomed the pain, as it brought with it an onslaught of pleasure.
Abruptly, Peter rolled over onto his back, pulling Diana over him. Her legs stretched to either side as he worked her up and down on his prick. Diana laughed as his strong arms easily bounced her on his dick. Finally, some initiative! She leaned over him and he squeezed her ass tight as he brought it down repeatedly on his manhood. She felt herself being stretched from an entirely different angle, in an entirely new way, while still taking his cockhead to the velvety depths of her cunt. The change made her pussy spasm as she reached an orgasmic plateau and Diana wailed with rapture, knowing she would be spending much time there.
Peter was trying furiously to control his own orgasm, but with Diana’s breasts hanging over him as temptingly as ripe fruit on the vine, he couldn’t resist kissing them. And with the warm bliss of her soft breasts seemingly all around him, in his face and in his mouth and wherever he licked, it became impossible to keep his arousal in check.
“I can’t hold out much longer,” he wailed, not even able to pull his face from Diana’s cleavage long enough to speak the words.
“Then give me all you have,” Diana gasped, even her ethereal voice strained by the pleasure she felt. “Show me—show me how much cum you think this pussy deserves!”
Peter rolled her flat onto her back, lying on top of her, his cock slamming down into her like an enraged bull.
“Come!” Diana sobbed, her multiple orgasms somehow intensifying as Peter used her cunt for all it was worth. “Come inside me now!”
Diana was ready for the onslaught she knew was coming. Peter plowed into her convulsing sex for a few more thrusts before his cockhead exploded in a flood of jism. She felt it fill her pussy and she orgasmed with an air of finality, a sense that nothing could feel better than this. The warm seed filled her and ran out of her as his cock continued pumping, keeping her in rapture for longer than Diana thought she could survive.
She felt her pussy crushing down on Peter’s cock until he was spent, then her orgasm went from overwhelming to merely delicious. Diana moaned as the afterglow throbbed inside her almost as intensely as her climax had. She knew she would be feeling this good for a long time. All this, Peter had done with little more than raw enthusiasm and gods-given talent. She couldn’t imagine how this encounter would’ve gone if he had some experience. Some lessons…
Peter laughed nervously, almost embarrassed about how he had fucked Diana. He’d known she could take virtually any amount of force he could dish out, but it felt like he’d done little more than masturbate himself with Diana’s body. He thought to pat her on the ass, but instead touched her lightly on the face before he felt her cunt clutch around his member, gripping him tightly as though trying to cajole more cum out of him.
Peter rolled off of her, his cock flopping onto his thigh as he rested on his back. It glued itself to his skin with an excessive amount of cum, though he knew that was nothing compared to how much was inside Diana. He could see it coming out of her in dollops as her sex continued to tense rhythmically with orgasmic aftershocks.
“Guess I got a little carried away,” he said sheepishly. “You’re okay, right?”
“More than okay,” Diana breathed, her voice still strained. Her hips twitched—she didn’t know if it would ever end. At that moment, she didn’t know if she wanted it too. “That woman… the white-hair… Felicia… does she claim you?”
“You mean, are we boyfriend-girlfriend?”
Diana nodded.
Peter chuckled. “Well, she seems to kick me in the balls a lot, but no. Why do you ask?”
Diana fluttered her eyelashes. “Because if no one has a claim on you, I wonder if you might consider a pairing with me.”
“A pairing? You wanna date me?”
Diana smiled. “Nothing so conservative. At least not yet. I do find your company agreeable, but romance is not a luxury I can afford at the present.”
“Oh,” Peter said, his voice falling. “I mean, yeah, that makes total sense, I’ve got a lot of stuff going on too…”
Diana reached out to touch his chest, unsurprised to find that his heart was beating fast. “However, a future encounter akin to the one we’ve just had? ‘No strings attached,’ as it were? I think I can indulge myself that much. If you’re interested.”
“Yeah,” Peter said, with a quickness that would make his spider-sense envious. “Absolutely. Anytime.”
“Excellent. It clarifies things enormously if you’re willing to keep this a simple physical matter. An affair of our bodies, instead of hearts.” She twined one of his chest hairs around her finger. “Not that I am not fond of you…”
Diana might’ve said more, as she got up and walked around the room, but Peter’s memory blanked out as he watched Diana in motion, her perfect body soaked in sweat, his cum vivid on her muscular thighs as she unabashedly allowed it to leak from her splayed cunt. He might’ve gone into shock, at least until her voice called him back to his senses.
“Here,” Diana said, holding out a business card to him. Embossed and everything. “Call me at this number, if your body is excessively lustful or if you’d merely like to talk. I’m a very good listener.”
“You’re a very good everything,” Peter said offhandedly. It just slipped out.
Diana smiled at him, nearly sending Peter into a coma. “You’re sweet. I’ll fetch you some clothes and I think a shower is in order before I unleash you on the streets of New York again. I have business to attend to, so I trust you can show yourself out once you’re presentable?”
“Yeah,” Peter said, as though taking a shower and getting out of her embassy was some sacred trust she was placing in him. Then, as loud as his spider-sense ringing, his responsibility brought him up short. “Hey, uh… one quick question?”
Diana was practically weaving a fresh toga over herself with deft movements his eyes could barely follow. “I simply can’t right now, Peter, much as I would like to. I’ve indulged myself enough for one day… even if you haven’t…”
Peter wondered where she had gotten that idea—she didn’t seem the type to be at all full of herself—and then he realized that as wrung out as his cock had felt after he’d pulled out of Diana, it hadn’t stayed that way.
“Not that. Honest,” he said, lifting up a knee to conceal himself. “What’s going to happen to Felicia?”
“Who?”
“You know—the Black Cat?”
Diana scowled playfully. “Your partner-in-crime?”
“No, no, we are not partners… I mentioned how she kicked me in the dick a lot? I mean, one time is a lot…”
“It is merely an expression,” Diana said, her smile seeming to imply she was charmed by how flustered Peter was. “She tried to steal from the Amazon Nation. She must be punished.”
“Must she be, though?” Peter asked, wincing. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not on her side, you’re great, you’re a much better—“
“Lay?” Diana asked teasingly.
“No, no—“
“I’m not?” Diana pouted with mock-hurt.
Peter breathed deeply. “You are going to give me a heart attack, treating me like this.”
“I know I’m a beautiful woman, Peter, but you are a beautiful man. And not to sexualize you too much, but every woman has a gate as I do. Not every man has a spear such as yours.” Diana chuckled gently as she watched Peter blush. “Have courage of your conviction. Speak truthfully. It’s an appealing quality.”
Peter nodded. “Yeah, no, of course. Why should I worry about screwing up being Wonder Woman’s booty call?” He coughed. “The thing is this: Felicia usually isn’t like this. She’s more into stealing from gangsters and white-collar criminals and Silvermane. You know Silvermane? He’s a jerk.”
Diana pressed an intercom on the wall. “This is Diana in Room 314. I’ll need a set of men’s clothing: pants, shirt…” She looked over Peter glowingly. “Boxers.” Then she proceeded to rale off an extremely accurate listing of Peter’s measurements before taking her finger off the button. “I believe your justice system doesn’t look fondly upon stealing, even from jerks.”
“Yeah, I know, I know, but she’s also helped out with alien invasions and fighting crime and yeah, she’s a bit greedy, but if you could let this whole thing slide just once, I’m sure it won’t happen again.”
Diana crossed her arms. “You’re asking a great deal from me.”
“I’m not asking, I’m not asking, no. I’m more… suggesting? I just think she’d do more good out on the street than she would in jail.”
“I was not thinking ‘jail’. I was thinking Transformation Island… where she would be taught the proper respect for a great many things.”
Peter gulped. She might enjoy that. Hell, I might enjoy that. “So that’s a no on the mulligan.”
Diana smiled slightly. “Seeing as you asked it of me… or ‘suggested’ it to me… I’m inclined to grant you this boon. If you can see to it the offense is not repeated.”
“I’ll have a talk with her,” Peter promised. “You will not see her again, trust me.”
“And…” Diana added. “If that phone call comes promptly.”
“Oh, absolutely.”
Diana reached out to pat his erect knee. “And when I have your number, and I return your call, I will expect to be answered very promptly.”
“Such a sure thing,” Peter breathed.
Diana looked him over again. “The gods give me a gift such as you and then so little time with which to play. It is a high price to pay in order to be grateful of one’s blessings. Enjoy your shower. I’ll be expecting your call. You can expect mine as well.”
Peter nodded. Then Diana put her foot on his chest. He gasped as her weight crushed the breath from his lungs before letting up. “Something to consider,” she considered. “If this Felicia has such a good heart, but acts unbecomingly, a good mistress… or master… could instill the discipline to sort her out. If you don’t want that to be done in Themyscira, that’s fine. But it could happen in New York easily enough.”
“I, uh, don’t think Felicia’s in the market for a master.”
“No one is, until they realize the difference a good mistress makes.” Diana smiled at him. “Give me a goodbye kiss. On my boot.”
Comments
Shendude
Super-hot, and that is a nifty bit of plot at the end there.
