Chapter 69 – Wonder Pt. 5 *NSFW*

August 22, 2010 -  Washington, DC

The Wonder Dome

11:10:06

The sensation of butterflies had returned with a vengeance as Connor was led by the hand into the Wonder Hall, towards a section Diana hadn’t shown him yesterday.

Into her private apartments. 

Regardless of his heart racing, she kept a sedate pace. She was in no rush, and took her time showing him through the halls. The central pentagon of the star-shaped building contained her quarters, and upon entering he saw that it was one large open plan space, with marble pillars lining the room. In the mathematical center of the room was a dais holding a massive bed, under a diaphanous canopy of silks hanging from a frame. One side of the room held a series of wardrobes arranged to form a dressing room; another on the other side of the room held a green space, lined with grass and flowers, and a single, wizened olive tree. Songbirds danced in its branches, and occasionally flitted up to the ceiling to exit through open windows. 

Those windows filled the room with natural light, which glinted on another side where a rack of weapons hung. Steel and gold reflected the light from numerous blades and polished shafts, as well as a fantastic and familiar suit of golden plate armor, bearing a pair of eagle wings upon its back. There was an empty mannequin as well, which Connor assumed bore her armor when she wasn’t wearing it. Opposite that armory was a wall lined with bookshelves, holding both books and scrolls, comfortable armchairs and divans, and a handsome wooden writing desk. Paintings, sculptures and busts decorated the place, adding color and personality to what Connor mentally dubbed ‘the reading nook’. 

Finally there was a side that held a fantastical water fountain, decorated with mermaids and naiads, that was the centerpiece of a large bathing pool. It was steaming, even now, but it didn’t make the room humid or damp. It seemed decadent but it made Diana’s quarters an intimate area, despite its vast space. Here she could take off her armor and let down her hair, needing for nothing. 

Connor suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, having been in precisely one girl’s bedroom before now. Walli’s was strangely familiar; like a typical teen boy’s room, mess included. Diana’s clearly belonged to a woman, one of culture and means. It intimidated him as she led him inside, closing the double doors behind them, massive things of bronze banded wood, as he surveyed the place. Near the bed’s dais, towards its foot, was a curious collection of furniture. A few wooden tables with finely made boxes, a cabinet, and a few things he didn’t know the purpose of. There was a large X-shaped wooden frame, something like a sawhorse, and a bizarrely long legged padded chair, with carved handholds, brass foot rests and a padded bench beneath it. It wasn’t obvious how you were supposed to comfortably sit in the thing.

He was startled as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, inclining her chin upon his shoulder. The intimacy of the touch made him shiver as he lay his hands upon hers. She was so close, his nose was full of her sweet scent, slightly accented by sweat and stone dust from their earlier exertions. He felt her warm breath upon his ear as she leaned in to whisper to him, goosebumps running across his skin. 

“We should bathe, first. Training has made you all sweaty and dusty.” Diana said huskily, and he trembled at the touch of her breath and the closeness of her lips. He nodded dumbly, and Diana chuckled in her throat, another sound that felt like electricity down his spine. Connor tried to steel himself and stop trembling at her every touch and word, but everything about Diana had become even more intoxicating than before. 

Slowly, she pulled back and released him, drawing him by the hand once more towards the armory, which sat beside the bath. He was confused at first, until she dragged him toward the empty mannequin, and he understood. Swallowing heavily, he followed her as she reached it and turned to face him, a wicked smile on her pert lips. Her eyes held the same intensity as before, but turned up several notches. Those crystal blue orbs pierced him and he could feel her interest, like a hunting cat after prey. Diana stood before him, hands on her wide hips, looking him up and down hungrily.

“We Amazons have an old tradition, of warrior apprentices, who would learn from their mistresses and serve them in all things.” She began, and Connor nearly choked at that bit, which only made Diana grin.

“Not like that, Connor.” She said with a knowing smile. “At least, not all the time.”

Connor did choke at that, and Diana laughed.

“Part of their duties was to help their mistress out, and into her armor. It is an important lesson both in the arts of war, a duty to one’s teacher, and an act of service to one’s mistress.” Diana lectured, though her expression didn’t quite match the tone she had used last night. It was much… livelier. 

“Okay…” Connor began, but Diana cut him off with a raised finger, staring intently into his eyes.

“‘Yes, mistress.’” She corrected, and a wave of heat went over his face and prickled his scalp. His mind raced as he realized what precisely he had just walked into.

Oh. Right. Diana is the Golden Age Wonder Woman.

With the whips and chains, and getting tied up all the time. But I don’t think she’s the one who's going to be tied up…

His eyes widened as they shot toward the strange furniture at the foot of her bed, and he realized what it was for. When he looked back to Diana, she had a knowing smile on her lips and an invitation in her eyes. She said nothing, merely waiting for his reply, as patient as a saint. Eagerness was clear by her posture and eyes, but her face expressed amusement and acceptance.

She’s asking if I want this. If I’m in to this. This… BDSM stuff.

The question shot through him, and he tried to ignore his raging hardon to consider it carefully. Diana was giving him time to consider, and not pressing him, with the offer on the table. Clearly, this was what she was in to and how she wanted their relationship. The mood was one of anticipation, but as he met her eyes, he still saw love and empathy there, not judgment. Her posture showed her strength and domineering nature, but she combined it with a thoughtfulness that put the ball in his court.

DO I want this? I want Diana; so, so much. I’ve never done anything like this, though. I don’t think she’d do anything to hurt me, or anything I didn’t want to do. But…

His eyes darted as he wrestled with it. He would definitely put up with a lot to be with Diana. He also trusted her; everything she’d done and said reinforced that. She had confided in him about Aphrodite’s blessing, making sure he knew what he was dealing with. She wanted him, but she wanted him to want it, too. 

Connor tried reviewing his feelings; he was attracted to Diana, he loved her if he understood his own heart correctly. The idea of submitting to her, of being tied up and… her doing things to him… it didn’t weird him out. He felt an instinctive recoiling at submitting to anyone, borne of fear of that authority being abused, but thinking of Diana and the warmth and acceptance she radiated, he couldn’t find any reason to fear her. There was no conceivable way he thought she would want to hurt him, and he realized what it was people liked about this kind of thing. 

Trust. 

It required complete trust in the other person. You had to trust them when you put yourself at their mercy, that they weren’t trying to abuse or exploit you. He didn’t think he trusted anyone else like this, but Diana’s every word and act opened his heart and made him want to pour the contents out at her feet. Just to see her see him, and bask in the warmth of her smile.

He took a deep breath.

“Yes, mistress.” Connor said, even though the words made him feel foolish and made his face burn.

Any burn was instantly salved by the ecstatic smile Diana favored him with, and she gestured him forward. He approached, and she inclined her head, waiting for him. But he didn’t get what she meant.

“Kneel.” She commanded, and Connor was surprised at how fast his knees hit the floor. Now he knelt in front of her, eyes at her waist level, as he looked up at her. She smiled beautifully down at him, a new sun in his life. Then she began her instruction.

“First is the peturges.” Diana said, but at his questioning look, her mouth quirked up.

“The skirt.” She explained, and he burned with shame again. He wasn’t sure why, as the armor was a couple millennia out of style and there was no reason he should know this already, but he was still embarrassed that she had to explain. He wanted to please her.

Connor reached forward tentatively, but Diana nodded at him when he glanced up at her, and laid hands on the buckle of her peturges. It was, of course, her doubled W emblem, wrought in silver, that held up the skirt. Each tasset of it was covered in matte blue leather, with a vertical line angular silver stars riveting it together. The tassets were stiff, with metal plates filling the interior, and the stars holding it all together. They reached to her mid thigh, and he couldn’t help but examine said thighs closely as he worked. The skirt unbuckled and it came away as one piece, unwrapping from her waist. Without it on, he saw that beneath that she was wearing a cloth version of her classic costume, with three bright white stars across the front in an upside down triangle on a blue field. He held his breath at being so close to her most intimate space.

He could also see her sculpted thighs even better now, and swallowed hard. 

With a nod to the side, she indicated he should lay it on a bench next to the mannequin. 

“Next, the greaves.” Diana commanded, and without another word, raised her foot up and rested it on his shoulder. He froze, looking up at her, and she quirked an eyebrow while faintly smiling. He ducked his head and reached up to her calf, hands searching for the catches that would open her engraved silver greaves. Finding them on the side, he unfastened it, so it hinged open. She didn’t move or instruct him to place it anywhere, so he just put it on the floor. When he had, she put that foot down, still clad in her winged sandals, and repeated the process with her other leg. The greaves then joined the peturges on the table next to the mannequin.

“The Bracelets of Submission.” Was her next command, and she offered him her hand as he returned to the kneeling position. He felt like a squire attending a knight, but in an bodice ripper fantasy novel. He took her hand daintily, and grasped the shining silver bracer. Unlike the greaves, the Bracelets weren’t decorated, but were smooth silver bands that went halfway up her thick forearms. Connor had a moment of panic when he couldn’t find a catch, but when he tugged on the Bracelet, it slid off easily. 

Right, those are magic. That’s why she can deflect anything with them. Bet they don’t come off if she doesn’t want them to. I would guess everything else is enchanted, too.

His inner nerd squeed at the chance to handle Wonder Woman’s enchanted armor, but that inner voice was drowned out by his bubbling libido. Anticipation was building, and he had to focus to keep his hands from shaking. He hadn’t felt this nervous actually having sex with Walli and Rikki, but the new found submission was doing things to him. Just kneeling in front of her while she peered down at him haughtily was exciting him.

“Now the bodice.” Diana said over her shoulder as she turned to show her broad back to him, and he rose to unfasten the chest piece. It was made of bands of red painted metal, and he marveled at how they flexed like cloth. It wasn’t laced like a bodice, but had catches like the greaves down the small of her back, and he quickly undid them. Diana sighed with relief as it came undone and he moved it off of her. It was surprisingly heavy for such thin metal, and he placed it on the table as well. When he resumed his position, he saw her undergarment was the complete one piece swimsuit design he had fantasized about for so long, though Diana’s was simple padded cloth to cushion the armor, with muted colors.

“The Talaria.” This time she only raised her foot slightly to let him unlace the golden sandals. They were indescribably beautiful, worked gold braid with engraved golden straps that laced up to her calves. The fluttering, paper thin gold wings were still as he worked, seemingly inanimate footwear when she wasn’t using them. For a brief moment, he realized he was handling an actual mythic object, the panoply of a god, and he shivered. Diana’s feet were revealed as he slipped the sandal off, and she stretched her toes. Connor wasn’t interested in feet, but even he thought Diana’s were perfectly shaped.

For feet, anyway.

The Talaria joined the rest of her armor on the table, and as he turned back, she waved him toward the mannequin. Hurriedly, he moved to put the armor pieces in their places while she watched with keen appraisal. It made him try to hurry, but as he fumbled, trying to place Talaria onto the mannequin’s feet, she cleared her throat and he froze. Her piercing gaze pinned him down when he glanced up, and he slowly and methodically put them on the statue, taking the time to lace each one up. It was, after all, good practice if he had to help her armor herself in future.

I foresee a lot of this in my future…

The prospect of dressing and undressing Diana as her squire wasn’t a troubling one. Not at all. He moved to return to his position, eagerly in consideration of what was left to finish undressing her.

“My Tiara?” She asked with a quirked eyebrow.

Connor swallowed as he stopped, and approached Diana face to face. She didn’t lower herself or incline her head, so he reached up and leaned forward to delicately touch it on either side of her head. This brought them into close proximity, and he had to move so close, Diana’s ample breasts squished against his chest. His face turned scarlet as he focused on lifting the Tiara off without catching it in her voluminous sable hair. Connor studiously avoided looking at her face but could feel her eyes on him, dancing with amusement. Her breasts felt warm and soft against his chest, and he desperately wanted to keep touching them. The Tiara was put upon the mannequin’s brow, and as he turned back to her, she had her back to him.

Her costume zipped up in the back, and sweat beaded on his forehead as he realized that this was it. 

With trembling hands, he grasped the zipper and began pulling it down, revealing more of her muscled back. Her spine carved a channel between well defined muscles, and he watched with fascination as they shifted beneath her tanned skin as she wiggled her way out of the costume, the unitard being shimmied down to her waist, and he saw hints of her swinging breasts as she rocked back and forth to bring it down. There she paused, and Connor licked his lips, before realizing she wasn’t going to take it off herself. His hands leaped to her waist to help her in the task.

Slowly, delicately, he rolled it down past her wide hips and down from her buttocks. Her ass came into glorious view; a narrow, sculpted waist flared into wide hips and muscled, curvaceous bottom that made his eyes bug out. He took his time, drinking in the sight of her ass, as he slowly knelt to help it slide off her shapely legs. Kneeling, said ass now occupied his whole vision, while Diana delicately stepped out of the under costume. Breathing heavily, Connor placed it on the table, and Diana turned to face him.

The vision stunned him.

Diana was a towering, statuesque woman, six and half feet tall. Her broad shoulders and well muscled arms lead to her ample chest, and Connor thought her breasts were nearly the size of his head, with ample pink nipples. Below them, her core was beautifully sculpted muscle with a layer of fat that softened every line pleasingly. Her torso narrowed into a V just above her hips, and he saw the bumps of her pelvis forming a triangle towards her crotch. Even more eye-catching than her glorious breasts was the trimmed bush that framed her slit. He could see the dew beading there already, and it made his mouth water and his cock twitch. Her wide hips lead to her muscled thighs, thick as tree trunks, and Connor imagined them wrapped around his head.

Connor looked her up and down, and down and up, several times and drank the sight of her, searing it into his memory. She was the most beautiful and erotic woman he had ever laid eyes on, and she had bared everything proudly to him. He could scarcely believe this was actually happening, and where his hands had been. Mouth agape, he couldn’t help but marvel at the vision before him.

“Do you like what you see?” Diana asked teasingly, and her throaty chuckle actually made him look her in the eyes. Her eyes were lidded, shadowed by her let down hair, no longer restrained by the Tiara. Her mouth curled in a knowing smile, and his silence spoke volumes.

“Rise.” She commanded, and he did so. Stepping forward, she grasped his shirt at the waist and drew it up and off of him, tossing it aside. Diana’s eyes devoured him and Connor suppressed a shiver, even as her hands delicately lightly touched his torso and traced his muscles. Then she took hold of his belt and began pulling his pants down to his ankles. She knelt before him now, and she glanced up at him as her face came perilously close to the massive bulge in his red trunks. She grinned and worked him out of his shoes and he stepped out of his pants, which she also tossed aside.

“Part of an apprentice’s training is service, so that all know how to serve others. Before they receive service in turn.” Diana stated, lecturing again, but with a fevered intensity in her eyes. Connor’s breath caught in his throat as his cock strained against his trunks, and Diana hooked her thumbs in the waistband. Ever so slowly, she peeled them off and freed his raging erection. It nearly slapped her in the face, furious and engorged, and Connor held his breath again.

Diana eyed his member appreciatively, and he could feel her warm breath on his shaft. It caused his cock to twitch and jump towards her, and she chuckled. She finished removing his underwear, leaving it puddled on the ground, as she rose. They faced each other, making eye contact for a long moment, until Diana put her hands on his shoulders and drew him in for a kiss. 

It was electric, and as soon as they made contact, he opened his mouth and her tongue assaulted him. It was the most aggressive tongue action he had yet received, and Diana, he discovered, had a long and dextrous tongue. Pulling him close, her breasts squished against him again and his cock slid between her thighs. He felt the heat and wet of her juices as the head slipped between her legs, just below her crotch. Her tongue also drove deep, and he swore he could feel it in his throat. After a mighty struggle, she released him and he gasped, saliva running down his chin. Diana’s triumphant grin was thrilling.

“Now, my dear, we should bathe before any more… exertions.” Diana instructed, turning toward the baths. He moved to follow her when her hand seized hold of his cock and he found himself pulled along in her wake. That buttery smooth palm wrapped around his shaft below the head and dragged him like a bull being led by the nose. He struggled to keep up as she idly squeezed it lightly and jerked him forward. They reached the steaming bath, and Diana led him down the shallow steps that let one walk into the water.

As they slipped in, he found the water pleasantly warm and the steam brushed his skin with ghostly tendrils. The fountain, he saw, was covered in images of nude supernatural women, most of them tangled amorously with one another. The bath was the size of a small in-ground swimming pool, and Diana dragged him into the far end, past the fountain, before sitting down on an underwater bench. She spread her legs and leant her arms onto the lip of the pool, nodding at him and indicating the space between her legs.

Connor once more blushed, but slowly seated himself between her legs. Her wet breasts compressed against his back as he leaned back into her, and she closed her legs a bit to press his together. One arm wrapped around his chest to bring him closer, a full body hug that felt both sexy and homey. Diana clearly wanted as much skinship as she could, and her other hand idly played with his hair. The sensation brought an unconscious smile to his face as he luxuriated in her touch.

“This is a much more comfortable spot for a conversation.” She whispered into his ear, and he nodded dumbly, leaning into her touch. “Now, we must get you nice and clean…” She said, and retrieved a wash cloth and soap from a nearby basket. With delicate touches to direct him to lift an arm here and there, she began to wash him as he made appreciative noises. All the tension and self-consciousness seemed to melt away, and he sagged against her. He hadn’t felt this at ease since… he didn’t know when. Long before he’d arrived on Terra, though. Memories of embarrassing sponge baths at the hospital flitted through his thoughts but he shoved them aside, forcing himself to focus on the present.

Then she had him stand facing her, and he was so relaxed he thought nothing of it as his cock bobbed out of the water, still hard as a rock. She chuckled as she washed him from the waist down, avoiding his rampant erection, massaging as she went. Once his legs were done, she had him turn around and washed his buttocks, taking her time and massaging each cheek. She even ran the washcloth up his crack and seemed determined to make sure it too was sparklingly clean. It felt strange, but still good, like everywhere she touched him. Finally, she came to his cock and balls, and ever so slowly soaped and washed them. She kneaded his sack with one hand while she gently stroked his shaft, washing barely an excuse now. He closed his eyes, getting lost in her handjob, groaning to her delight.

But she didn’t dawdle. Instead she stood and fetched a fresh cloth and soap, and he began to wash her. Connor felt like an unworthy vandal as he ran the cloth and his hands across her perfect body. She exuded strength and beauty from every inch, and he explored all of those inches. Washing her took much longer, which he attributed to her size, and not the time he wanted to lavish on her breasts, butt, crotch and thighs. Her nipples hardened and the sight made his mouth water, but when he spent too long on her breasts, she cleared her throat again and he moved on, reluctantly.

Clearly, the game wasn’t a sprint to the finish.

When he was finally done, or at least she tired of letting him grope every part of her, she instructed him to sit between her legs again. This time he eagerly moved, and she chuckled again, a sound that thrilled him. Once more her thighs trapped him, and he shifted to make sure his package was free between his legs. Her right hand traced a line down his chest as he leaned back against her breasts and she whispered in his ear again, the tickle of her breath giving him goose bumps. The left wrapped around his chest, drawing him close against her.

“You are so excited, my darling boy.” Diana said, each word rolling over his mind and body like a gentle ocean wave. He was excited, but the warmth of the water and her slick body were so calming, he was content to stay here for eternity. It was a safe, relaxing and warm place that felt like a relief he had only experienced snatches of for so long. He hmmed along with her, eyelids drooping as she held him close. Her right hand trailed further south, and his excitement built again.

“You have been so good.” She hissed as her fingers reached his cock and gently encircled it, making him groan. He could hear the smile in her words. “Such a good boy.”

The words made him twitch, but it might have been her grip firming and giving him a long and deliberate stroke. It was agonizingly slow but electric. Pleasure at her touch and her words flooded his brain, making him smile broadly. A little part of him fumed at being infantilized but the pleasure and contentment in her arms flooded over it and bore it away.

“You are adapting so well. I’m proud of you. You did not hesitate to kneel.” She whispered, and planted a kiss just below his ear, trailing more down his neck. It made him shiver, even as she kept stroking, slowly and gently. “We Amazons call this a submission to a loving authority. To kneel before another and entrust your body and soul to them, knowing that they, in their loving benevolence, will never harm you.” 

Connor’s thoughts stirred a bit from their contented haze as he listened. It reminded him of what he remembered about Wonder Woman’s creator and the subtext of much of her ideology and character. A willing surrender to female authority being, idealized in the form of the Amazons. There were things about the epic of the Gynomachy that concerned him, but laying here in Diana’s arms, he couldn’t find any reason to refuse her anything.

Her tone grew more serious than playful as she continued.

“I will never abandon you, Connor. Even if you do not wish to submit, or continue this with me.” Diana said, and his eyes cracked open as he felt the conviction in her voice. “I pledged to be your mentor, and support you unconditionally. This I will do, regardless of how we proceed. But I have so much more to show you, to teach you. But to do that, to walk that path, submission is required.” She promised and he woke to full consciousness as he contemplated her words. Her hand stopped its gentle stroking but didn’t release him. He felt the sincerity as she spoke, and his heart opened to her.

“Do you wish to submit to my loving authority?” She asked, and his heart hammered as the question thundered home. He took a deep breath.

This means a lot to her. Everything. She’s not offering me this because she needs this. She needs me to WANT this. For me to want to offer it to her. 

To submit to her loving authority.

He shivered as he fantasized about everything that would mean, the things they would do together. Connor took another steadying breath as he parsed it out. 

He loved Diana; loved the idea of her he had built up in his head, but the real her was like nothing else he’d ever experienced. How quickly she opened herself to him, wrapped him in her powerful arms and cascade of scented hair, and made him feel safe and at home. She understood him, what he really needed, which he hadn’t known he needed until she offered it to him. A pillar of support, a vaulted ceiling of love and acceptance, a shelter in the storm his life had become, warmed by the hearth of her love. A teacher to help mold him into the hero he had desperately wanted to be his whole life. A friend and confidant who wouldn’t judge him as he navigated a new world.

A family in a place he had none.

Then there was… this. A very different kind of relationship. A lover who could teach him the arts of love. Sex and other things, with someone so much more experienced. An entirely new facet of sex that he had never even considered exploring before. It was thrilling and a little scary, but then there were the strong, warm arms wrapping around him. He had never felt safer in his life than he did in Diana’s embrace. Connor didn’t think he would have been willing to explore anything like this with another girl. But he knew enough about Diana to expect it, and she was easy to trust. She had even offered to swear upon the Lasso of Truth, if he doubted her. 

No wonder she is so honest and forthright, when absolute truth is literally at her side. 

There was still a reluctance to trust and engage with anyone when he hadn’t been here long. The team and he had become fast friends, and lovers in some cases. But he still felt a little distance, like he was still finding his footing and place with them. It was good, and he liked them, and he wanted to keep growing their friendships. But Diana had swept into his life and offered to be his rock when he didn’t know he needed one, so he felt his doubts slip away. She felt so good and clear, it was like having the sun pat you on the back. And her touch felt so good…

He turned his head to look at her, her crystal blue eyes drinking him in.

“Yes.” He whispered, and a fire ignited in those eyes as she kissed him passionately and her hand resumed its stroking. They kissed more, their tongues wrestling as she hugged him tighter, and he felt her nipples poking into his back as she dragged them across his shoulders. The stroking sped up, and Diana rubbed her thumb across the head as she worked the shaft, making him whimper at how sensitive the head had become. The sound made her chuckle, and she suckled at his neck, tongue dancing across the skin as she tried to give him a hickey.

Her left hand reached down to cup his balls and she began gently kneading them in time with her stroking, the pleasure and intensity increasing. Connor began to feel his orgasm rising as her speed and deftness kept increasing. The buttery smooth palms worked him expertly, each stroke making him moan  as she nibbled at his earlobe. He had never experienced anything like this; she seemed to know everywhere and way to touch him to drive him wild. He shut his eyes again to focus on the pleasure coursing through him.

“Don’t cum yet, my good boy. You mustn't cum yet.” She hoarsely ordered him, but didn’t relent on her handjob. It only increased in intensity as he tried to hold himself back as she commanded. The task was impossible; her hands, her body wrapped around his, the warmth of the water…

“I’m-!” He got out just as he felt his orgasm coming, but it turned into a strangled gasp as she encircled the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger. There was an indescribable longing there, an aborted attempt to climax, that made him grunt in shock. She held him in place by his wedding tackle, even as he tried to writhe in place, shushing him like a naughty child. Slowly the rising orgasm receded and he was left gasping.

“Not yet, my good boy. I see we have much more training to do.” Diana said with a throaty chuckle. “But you will enjoy that training, I promise. So very much. For now, out! We will continue this in bed.” She said, and he shivered at that promise, even as he grappled with his denied orgasm. 

Diana rose out of the water, the sudsy waterfall off of her making her look like the cavorting females of the fountain. She didn’t let go of his cock and gently tugged him out of the water by it, giggling at his gawping. They walked up the steps and she fetched a pair of towels, handing him one but using hers to dry him off, once more paying special attention to his cock and balls. Then it was his turn, and he knelt to start with her legs after a moment’s consideration. He started at her ankles, working his way up her muscled calves and thunderous quads, which coincidentally put him at eye level with pussy.

She had a thick, dark triangular patch of muff above a perfectly shaped innie that really made his mouth water. He worked the towel up her legs and she spread her legs to give him access to her crotch, and he gave it a pat dry to let him spend more time touching her. Now dry, he could see the dew of her ardor collecting on her lower lips. With a glance up at her face, he saw her expectant look, and swallowed while he finished drying her. When he was done, she had him hang up the towels and then took hold of her favorite handle again, dragging him gently toward her expansive, four poster bed.

She drew back the silken curtains, revealing a red and gold comforter, over blue silk sheets and pristine white pillows. It was big enough for a half dozen people, and he idly wondered if she needed that much room. Diana wasted no time for him to fantasize, and tugged him onto the bed beside her. She reclined against the pillows and he sank into the mattress beside her. Throwing an arm around his shoulders, she pulled him close against her side and kissed him again, running her fingers through his hair as she did so. The hand on his dick never let go, and she began stroking him again. He whimpered into her mouth and felt her smile, overstimulated down there after his denied orgasm.

“My poor boy needs to cum, hmm? But you’ll hold off until your mistress allows you to cum, won’t you?” She asked, gently mocking but he whimpered again as she increased her speed. He humped into her hand, and she chuckled at his eagerness. 

“Promise your mistress you’ll control yourself.” She ordered, and he groaned before answering.

“I promise, mistress!” He hissed, and she smiled as she sped up again.

“Lie down.” She commanded, and he obeyed, shimmying down so that she didn’t have to stop jerking him off. Now she was kneeling next to him as lay prone, jerking his cock deliciously and letting him drink in the sight of her while she did so. Her large breasts stood high and proud, her abs stood out sharply on her midriff, and her muff drew his eyes even as they wanted to stare at her tits. Tentatively, he reached up towards them with a hand, eyes questioning her, and she nodded. Getting approval, his hands grasped her tits roughly, and she gasped. He worried that it was too rough, but she gave him a cheeky smile so he continued.

Kneading her breasts, he loved their firm squishiness. He could feel the hard pectorals below the soft fat of her mammories, and loved the dichotomy. They were, in a word, perfect. He thumbed her pencil eraser nipples, making her moan. Getting to pleasure her thrilled him, and he eagerly wanted to do more. He weighed each breast in hand, and a distant part of his mind noted they were slightly smaller than his head, and he grinned like a fool.

Diana must have noted his eagerness, because she shuffled over towards his head and swung one heroically muscled thigh over his head and brought her groin down onto his face. Not harshly, but gently, gazing down at him in anticipation as he stared up at her over her magnificent twin peaks. She leaned back but could easily keep jerking him off with her reach. This reverse angle gave her handjob a novel feel that made him hump into it more, which amused her. The scent of her musk filled his nose as she lowered her pussy onto his face.

His nose sank into the damp forest of her muff, and he inhaled her scent. It was her natural scent, earthy and resinous, but with the added musk of her ardor. Her hair was already matted with her juices and he eagerly thrust his tongue up, licking her other lips back to front. Diana moaned as he began to lap at her eagerly. She undulated her torso and he watched with fascination as her breasts swayed and her abs rippled. Diana truly was a work of art; her mother’s inspiration, the goddesses blessing, and the sculpting of her training. 

Then she began grinding her pussy against his face, and he was distracted from her beauty by her need. Her pussy lips flushed and her juices were leaking across his face, and she dragged her cunt across the bottom of his face, rubbing it all over him. She bumped against his nose and started back down again, and he struggled to get his tongue on every part of her as she humped against his face. Occasionally he turned to kiss and lick at her damp inner thighs. Diana’s glistening thighs were mighty pillars on either side of his head, and he seized handfuls of her prodigious, muscled ass as he tried to pleasure her just as she rode his face. 

Her handjob never stopped, and now he was humping up into each stroke as she expertly worked him. Head thrown back, she rode him like a cowgirl and he desperately wanted to bring her to orgasm. He kissed, licked and tongued every part of her pussy he could reach, mining for the spots that made her moan the loudest. For a moment, he was profoundly grateful to the girls for having given him a chance to practice before this. She continued to coat him in her juices, so that she was all he could smell or taste, and he loved it. He was marked by it and craved it. She was salty and musky and he wanted more of it.

Diana sped up her grinding on his face, moaning with drive, and he found her clit with his tongue. Experience had taught him that she was close, and he homed in on her clit to bring it to climax. She froze as he lapped at it, breathing heavily, then changed angle to drive it towards his mouth. Needing no further instruction, he wrapped his lips around it and suckled. She cried out, back arching but still jerking him. Her pelvis humped at his face, as he sucked on her clit and tongued the tip of it. 

She exploded, a squirt of her juices splashing his face as she tensed like a coiled spring. He was drenched in her fluids, and joy filled him that he had brought her off. Her tension eased and she dragged her sopping wet cunt across his face a few more times, and he gave it a few desultory licks. His own orgasm was close, so most of his focus went on restraining himself. He didn’t want to disappoint her by disobeying, even if not orgasming may be the most difficult thing he’d ever endured, supervillain fights included. Finally, she lifted off of him, and he blinked up at her with his face covered in her ardor, smiling.

Her face lit up and she shifted off, leaning down to kiss him from the side and their tongues wrestled, bathed in her juices and their saliva. Somehow, that made it taste even better to him. The handjob increased in speed as she dedicated more focus to him, now. She played with his balls again, and he resumed thrusting in time with her pumps. Licking a strand of her juices off his cheek, she whispered in his ear.

“You did such a good job. Such a good boy.” She purred, and he shivered at the praise. He felt how pleased she was, both by his obedience to her command and the willingness of his tongue. Connor smiled involuntarily until his cheeks hurt, feeling warm and fuzzy while his balls informed him of his approaching orgasm. She noticed and her pumps grew faster.

“Do you want to cum now, my good boy?” Diana whispered in his ear, breath tickling him, and he nodded desperately. “And where would you like to cum, hmmm?” 

“Your breasts!” He barked without hesitation, and she laughed.

“I see you have your preference. Since you’ve been such a good boy, then you’ll have your reward.” Diana said as she moved between his legs and took her prodigious breasts in both hands. He was awestruck at the sight as she clamped his cock between them and he was awash in the soft warmth of her bosom. Connor had a full body shudder at the sensation but kept his eyes on the proceedings. Diana made eye contact with him as she trapped his dick between her mounds, and began tit fucking him. Her crystal blue eyes bore in to his as she opened her mouth and let her saliva drip down onto his cockhead, poking out between her breasts. He trembled at the sudden hot wetness and she grinned.

She worked her spit onto his cock for lubrication and began her titfuck in her earnest. Her nipples were as hard and proud as battleship guns, and he was completely absorbed in the vision of sensuality and pleasure before him. Up and down her mighty breasts went, wrapping his member in their slick, pliable warmth. Diana held them tight against him, and the friction was delicious. His hands clawed into the sheets as he tried to hold off a little longer, to extend this pleasure. But she noticed him trying to hold back and wasn’t having it.

“Cum for me.” She purred, and he did.

Spurts of semen shot out as he arched his back, trying to hump one more iota of pleasure from this. He gave a guttural groan as rope after rope blasted out and painted her tits and chest. One splashed across her cheek and she didn’t even flinch, smiling at him as he blasted every spurt out from her ministrations. She kept working his shaft with her breasts, wringing any last drop of cum out of him. He tried to writhe at the hypersensitivity but she held him in place, milking him in exquisite pleasure that bordered on agony. 

Finally he was spent completely and he collapsed back to the bed, breathing heavily. Everything was fuzzy as he lay there panting, trying to reconnect his scattered thoughts. Diana crawled up his body like a hunting cat, grinning in triumph. Her breasts were splattered with his issue and it dripped off of them, not to mention the splash that marked her face. The image of her grinning visage, covered in his cum, was burned into his mind and heart. She reached up with a thumb and scraped the cum off her cheek as he watched, and then slowly sucked it off of her thumb.

Connor felt that nothing could ever be as beautiful as that sight, but he was wrong.

Diana laid next to him in bed, idly dragging her fingers through the spunk painting her chest and sucked it off the tips of her fingers with deliberate sensuousness. She maintained eye contact the whole time, and the delight she took with it stole his breath away. When she was mostly clean, she fetched a towel and wiped the rest off, cuddling next to him when she returned. 

WIth little pecks and kisses, they both came down from the high they were on and enjoyed the glow of the moment and each other’s warmth. Connor sighed, a feeling of contentment filling every cell of his body. Diana rolled over and he joined her as she spooned him, pulling him against her as she nuzzled his neck.

“How was that?” SHe asked after a minute or two.

“Wonderful.” He said simply and she chuckled, a sound he decided he would never stop loving.

“Well, we have a bit of time to unwind, and then its back in the bath.” She instructed, and he cast an eye back at her.

“Really?” He asked, incredulous.

“Yes, really!” She insisted. “There is plenty of daylight left today. So, back in the bath to clean off our exertions, and then back to training!” She stated, eyes bright with command and amusement.

Connor groaned into the pillow.

“What was that?” Diana asked sharply.

He sighed.

“...Yes, mistress.”

Her chuckle filled him with love, even as he dreaded more sparring.