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3.2

They didn't make it to the bedroom. A week without each other's company had worn their patience thin. The couple opted to continue their twisted liaison on Messner's living room couch. It was closer and at least it looked like it could survive the brunt of an Amazonian assault.

Though their detour was mostly at Diana's insistence, the Amazon noted with a small measure of embarrassment. Such was the undoing that a nice, big cock could bring to a woman. Even a daughter of Themyscira could be near-enough driven mad by carnal hunger.

So the Amazon warrior sated herself upon the man's body. She had him on his back, straddling his waist. Prodigious he may have been, but Diana engulfed his manhood in its entirety after only a brief effort. A truly delectable challenge, sliding herself over him, feeling his girth ply her apart as she sank down until their bodies were pressed flush together. From the sounds he made, she knew he had enjoyed it as much as she did. Probably even more so.

Then she began to ride him. Rocking her hips, rolling them, using her entire body to stroke the cock that was now nestled deep inside of her. A maddeningly divine sensation, a deep thrumming pleasure that rolled across her body - through her body. A pulse that touched every nerve. Delicious.

Next, she went faster.

It was only when she started to work up a sweat that Diana found a true appreciation for Mark's stamina. This was their third secret rendezvous and Diana still found herself surprised by the man's fortitude. She didn't know how long she had been riding him raw for, but the fact that he hadn't broken under her lustful aggression was a credit to his hardiness. An impressive feat… for a mortal man.

She slapped her ass down hard onto his thighs, taking his thick, throbbing cock as deep as she could take it. The mortal man gave a very mortal groan, like he was halfway between death and something far more rapturous. Fellow Amazon Artemis might have joked then that Diana was draining the life from poor Mark straight through his manhood.

With a small giggle, Diana thought of what her other sisters back on Themyscira would say. A couple weeks ago, she believed they surely would have been ashamed of her. Now? Diana was positive they would be jealous.

Planting her hands onto Mark's bare chest, Diana gave her lover a wicked little smile.

"I take it you're enjoying yourself, mortal?"

"Absolutely. Christ." Mark rasped, glazed over eyes not meeting her gaze. Rather, they were staring off into the empty space between them. The man beneath her was almost somewhere else entirely. She had done that to him. Fucking him so hard that he may as well have been on another world. Diana felt a spike of pride. "Are you trying to fuck me into a coma?"

"Not at all. You wouldn't be half as good a fuck if you were asleep. So be a good boy and keep those eyes open, yes?" She rolled her hips, a moan trembling in her throat as those delicious tremors shuddered through her body. Next, she felt Mark's hands on her breasts, his possessive, grasping touch sending Diana even higher. She closed her eyes, letting loose another moan as his insistent touch found her nipples. He pinched at her playfully, so she rocked her hips in response.

"Fuck." It was a guttural, rasping curse. From the throbbing response that she felt on the inside, Diana knew she had almost sent him crumbling. Almost. As was becoming expected, Mark recovered quickly enough to run his smart mouth. "I didn't know you missed me so much, Princess."

Diana opened her eyes. She took in the sight of the mortal man beneath her. His words rang true, Diana realized. She had missed him, didn't she? A couple weeks ago that would have been nothing more than the man's twisted fantasy. But now? Diana remembered then, the excitement she had felt as the days counted down towards the weekend. The long, uneventful hours on Watchtower duty, where she would pass the time by thinking, fantasizing about all the naughty, wonderful things she would do with Mark, to Mark… And all the things he would do to her in turn.

Great Olympus, I want this. I want him.

The Amazon bent down and gave him a quick kiss. Then another. Soft kisses like petal blossoms, on his lips, his neck, his bare chest. She loved the taste of him. The sensation of him inside her. She needed more.

"It's been a week since I've had you last." Diana finally said after a bout of pressing kisses to Mark's firm abdominals. She lashed her tongue along the little lines and valleys that his muscles formed, his flavor settling in her mouth. She pressed her forehead to his body, murmuring breathlessly as she took in his aroma. "Even for an immortal like myself, that's far too long of a wait."

"I'm that good, huh?" Diana didn't need to see Mark to know that he was smiling. She could hear the man's teasing smirk in the lilt of his voice.

"You can feel smug after you've made me cum." She rose up again, attacking the man's neck with her mouth with the same fervor she gave to his chest and stomach. Licks, kisses, playful nips with her teeth.

"Of course. Anything for you." Mark's voice was rough, strained, but nonetheless dripping with honey. Adoration. Diana's heart soared, her nerves fluttering, bursting with ecstasy.

They needed to spend themselves together, Diana knew. They had to. It was the only finish that felt right.

Diana whined into her lover's neck as his hands left her breasts. They fell to her waist next, fingers sinking into the pliant flesh there. There he used all of his strength - what little that Diana hadn't already sapped from him - to move her body to his pleasure. Her pleasure as well, as Diana felt to her great delight.

He's stronger than I thought, Diana noted with glee. There were not many mortal men who could touch and hold an Amazon the way Mark Messner did.

Doubtlessly feeling daring, the young man belted her bare ass with a strike from his open palm. Diana didn't yelp so much as shriek. Sucking in a gasp, staring down at the man's insufferable smirking face with wide eyes and burning cheeks, Diana silently promised retribution. It came swiftly.

Slapping his hands away from her hips, she planted her own right onto his chest - with enough delicacy not to break her mortal lover but enough force to near-flatten him against the couch cushions. He was pinned, trapped.

As if he wasn't already, Diana told herself, smiling. But she knew that was only a half-truth. Certainly, Mark could not escape her hold nor her insatiable lust. But knowing him, knowing his desires for the last few weeks, it was likely that was exactly what he wanted. Mark wanted Wonder Woman, after all. With all that implied.

So, Diana rode him. Hard. Harder than before and faster as well. Drawing on the strength of her Amazonian spirit, Diana fucked her man into the ground. His big, throbbing cock stirred wildly within her sopping wet folds, stroking her walls, striking her core with every frenzied bucking of her hips. All of the pleasure and delight held within that long, thick, beautiful cock, Diana was going to wring it all out. She was going to make him burst, erupt. She felt him pulsing, twitching within her tight cunt, and she laughed giddily.

"Oh, Shit!" Mark rolled his head back, the words being ripped from his lips. His hands clamped down on her thighs, fingers digging into her flesh for a decent grip. A desperate grip.

Diana smiled down at him wickedly, making soft pink lines across his chest with her nails. Her hips worked upon him, her folds tightened around him, and her body loomed over him. If Mark still possessed the strength to look at her, he'd have seen her big, wondrous breasts dancing beautifully in front of his face. Diana knew then that he was near his end. Make a mess of my insides then, the Amazon silently demanded, begged. Let it all out, every damned, delicious drop. Give it all to me.

"Sweet Aphrodite… Are you close?" Diana herself felt that familiar blooming heat building up within. She had to outlast him. Just once.

"Ready… to go… Princess!" His voice sounded strangled, like the air was being sucked out of him. Or fucked out of him, in this case.

For the first time since Diana's new life began, Mark spent first. Twitching madly within the tight, slick folds of her Amazonian cunt, his monstrous prick let loose a deluge of scalding hot seed. And Diana felt it, felt every spurt, every shooting rope, every delicious splattering against her insides. Over and over and over, his cock pulsed and sent another deposit of that warm, sticky ending.

"Ohhh…" Diana moaned weakly. Her body was struck still, the heat Mark was giving to her core sending a bout of intense shuddering through her body. "Hera… Give me… Oh, Goddess!"

Diana was sent over the edge an instant later, falling, falling, falling into that abyss of pleasure and sensory madness. She let the ecstasy wash over her and through her, that delicious ache shooting through her nerves. A burst of sensation that bloomed from within and stayed that way, the aftershocks wracking her body long after Mark had stopped shooting ropes of his cum into her well-abused pussy.

Amazon pussy… seeded. Bred by a mortal man.

The strength in her arms gave out then and the Amazon collapsed onto the mortal man beneath her, her breasts flattened against his chest. Diana Prince was done. Spent.

There was a long moment where the only noise in the living room was the sound of their exhausted breathing. Mark likely didn't have the strength to move. For Diana it was simply to relish in the aftershocks of her immense, quaking orgasm. Even what had to be minutes later, she still felt some delightful tingles in the pit of her belly… As well as that delicious ache ghosting through her whole body.

"...Good God, woman." Mark groaned into her neck, one of his arms rising to weakly wrap around her waist. His other hand gave her ass a half-hearted slap before palming her rear end. Diana giggled as the man pawed at her body. Truthfully, it was a good sign. If he still had the strength to grope her possessively, then she hadn't fucked the life out of him. "You're gonna run me dry."

"Mmmm." Diana hummed, satisfied and pleased that her performance had impressed him so. She nuzzled her nose into his neck, peppering his skin with soft pecks. "That's the idea."

"That's your secret evil plan, then? You're gonna keep my balls empty?" Mark murmured, half-asleep. Still, he found enough masculine vigor to continue his handsy exploration of her lush body. His arm uncoiling from her waist, his empty hand joined it's brother down at her abundant rear end. Together, they groped and molested as they pleased. And they most certainly pleased.

"It's not a secret if I just told you." Diana sighed, pushing herself up just enough so that she could look Mark in the eyes. "And it's not an evil plan. Quite the opposite."

"That right?" Mark smirked, once more half-heartedly slapping an open palm down onto her plump derriere. Diana hummed at his brutish touch.

"It's my duty as a superheroine." The Amazon kissed her mortal softly upon the lips, smiling.

"What, because of the spell?" Through lidded eyes, he gave her a questioning look.

"I'm bound to you, it's true. But that's not what I meant." Sighing, Diana rose up off of her lover, feeling his half-hard cock slip out of her. Struck with a feeling of emptiness, Diana's body ached for the man's touch again. But Diana held strong. Standing now, she gazed down at her lover sprawled on his shockingly still-intact couch. Smirking, she pointed mock-accusingly at his manhood. "Keeping your balls empty, that's my heroic mission. How else am I going to keep a naughty boy like you off the streets?"

"Ha." Now he understood. Mark's eyes gleamed with mischief. His next words came brazen, teasing. "Offering your body to me in some noble sacrifice. The nubile beauty sent to quell the terrible beast."

"Sating his hunger so that her village remains safe from his ravenous ways." Diana leaned down, her voice lowering to a breathless whisper. She reached forth to stroke his cheek and kissed him. This one was deeper than before, longer and needy. Enough to send him the message that she wasn't through with him yet. She tasted his tongue and finally decided to pull back.

Mark fell back onto the cushion with a soft whump, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His body didn't have the strength to chase her as she retreated from their kiss. But his eyes promised Diana that his predatory instincts would be renewed in short order. And Diana felt a thrill when she realized she was looking forward to it.

"Hm. I suppose I could take that as a compliment." Mark smirked then, hungry eyes gliding down Diana's nude body. "It takes a Wonder Woman to keep my cock in check."

"I'm just looking out for all of my sisters who wouldn't be able to handle you." Diana kept her chin held high, turning to give the man a good view of her profile. Then she headed towards the kitchen, intent on quenching the thirst she had built up during their intense session on the couch. But the Amazon had a mind to strut as she did so. One foot in front of the other, hips swaying side to side, that delicious bounce her body provided with every step. Diana knew she gave a good showing.

When she returned with two glasses of water, Diana found Mark had regained enough strength to sit up. He rolled his shoulders, grunting. She set his glass of water on the coffee table and watched with no small sense of pride as Mark took it and downed the contents in only a couple gulps.

Perhaps she had run him dry.

"Maybe you could take me back to your island paradise. See how well your fellow Amazons measure up against you." Mark teased, reaching out to run his fingertips softly along the skin of her thigh. His head darted forward next, his lips pressing a series of kisses to her thighs, her hips, her shapely rear end. Wrapping his arms around her legs, Mark groaned dreamily as he pressed his face to her lovely rump. "And against me, of course."

"Themyscira would fall by sundown." Diana claimed, laughing. She reached down, running her fingers through Mark's dark brown locks. "My mother would not be pleased."

"Now you're just buttering me up." Mark grunted, nipping playfully at her lush buttocks before soothing the stinging with his warm tongue. "A harem, though… Now that's an idea."

"Yes." Diana agreed. As Mark lavished attention upon her poor rear end, the Amazon princess started to think. An idea began to take shape then. Not fully formed, no. But it was the genesis of something bold. Something daring. A truly dauntless venture. Which made it the perfect quest for an Amazon. "Yes, It certainly is…"