Manhunter’s Wonderful Heaven [EXTRA] // Wonder Women

The Chosen Messenger wasn't limited to lovers from just one Earth. Indeed, though Silver and his other three lovers were from the Prime Earth, Arik had collected women from other timelines and universes, too. In particular, he had an infatuation towards the Princess of Themyscira–the Warrior of Truth and Justice, Wonder Woman. Why? Because for a time Arik believed a version of her could be the Chosen One.

She wasn't, of course, none of them were, a fact that he discovered after breaking them with his cock. Now, kneeling between his legs were two of his greatest conquests: the Wonder Woman of Earth-23, Nubia; and the Diana of an unnamed Earth vaguely dubbed The True Amazon.

Nubia was no different from the Wonder Woman of Prime Earth: she was just, kind, honest, and an unrivalled warrior of the Amazons. The key contrast lay not in personality but in appearance. She was dark-skinned like him. Her hair was in curls and there was no doubt she was of African descent. While most Dianas of the multiverse were connected to Zeus and the Greek Pantheon, this Nubia was related to the African gods.

Therefore, seeing and feeling her stroke his dick was phenomenal. It was the biggest ego boost a man could receive in the world of DC–the servitude of Wonder Woman. A black Wonder Woman.

"Fuck…" Arik throbbed and pre-cum slicked out. While Nubia was pumping the base of his cock and suckling on his dangling nutsack, it was Diana that was sucking on him. Like the Bag of Winds that was gifted to Odysseus, it was like a storm blowing him. Her tongue was lashing wildly and her throat was taking in six inches like it was hitting. He hit the back of her throat repeatedly but she did not flinch.

"Mmph! Mmm…!" Her head bobbed up and down his cock. Sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread and balls dangling, it was a two-pronged assault on his manhood.

"Good job, Diana. You're doing so good. You feel amazing on my cock."

Imagine: Diana Princess, the prideful, kind Wonder Woman sucking on a foot-long black cock. He sharply exhaled as he was nearly sent over the edge. She was good. Very good. Her blowjob skills reflected her experience in martial arts.

But she was also a needy Wonder Woman. At his praise, she decided to take three more inches of his shaft. It was difficult and he could see her throat bulging and struggling.

Wonder Woman did not give up, though.

"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmm!" Her nose gasped, despite not needing air in heaven, and pushed through. Another inch was swallowed. Saliva leaked from the corners of her O-shaped mouth.

"Good girl…" Arik muttered. "Such a good little Wonder Whore…"

Of course, there was the looming question: why was this version of Diana Princess so submissive? What happened to her?

This Diana grew to be vain and self-centred. The gods sang her songs, the Amazons gifted her luxury and training, and she became the image of an ignorant royal. There was one exception, however. One Amazon who did not give her the respect she needed. No matter what this Diana did, the Amazon would not relent.

Diana tried and tried. Just like how she was deepthroating his big black cock, so too did she attempt to sway the opinion of this woman. Then came a tournament. A chance to prove herself. However, much to her frustration, Diana realized her competition was steeper than her past experiences. And so, she unleashed monsters upon her island and caused the deaths of dozens of her sisters. A sin, a mistake, that she would never forget.

Diana was exiled to man's world, where Arik eventually found her: a once spoiled princess trying to make up for her mistakes.

As it so happened, fixing those mistakes included sucking on his dick.

"That's enough," Arik muttered.

Pop!

Arik was like her master. Her moral compass–the man she looked to for redemption. His dick plopped out of her mouth and the words flooded out of her.

"I love it! I love it! I love your cock!"

Did the prime version of Diana of Themyscira, the iconic Wonder Woman, love BBCs? The question would likely never be answered but at the very least he had a visualization: this Wonder Woman was her carbon copy, down to the straight waist-length black hair, broad shoulders, narrow blue eyes, and grippy pussy. Seriously, amongst all his conquests, she was the tightest. But best of all was seeing his languid cock hanging across her face. Her features smeared, her nose inhaling his scent–

"You're such a good girl," Arik praised. "It's time I reward you, don't I?"

Beside him, Nubia tensed in anticipation. Her chocolaty breasts pressed his arm, which was a shade darker.

Both of the Wonder Womans were in costume too, complete with the red bustier with gold accents, the knee-high red boots, and the blue panties that were totally soaked into a darker shade. Fuck, he couldn't wait to rail them in their iconic superhero outfits…

For a brief moment, Arik wondered how the Chosen One was doing. It was thanks to him that all of this was possible. That heaven blessed him with the Wonder Womans of the past.

'Perhaps I should have told him about Earth 7 and the entity lurking there–about the great threat Rúh al Ghul, Angel Breaker and I foresaw.' His thoughts were cut short as his dick twitched and he was reminded of the Wonderful Heaven he was in. 'Well, he IS the Chosen One. I am sure he will be fine.'