SS (A) - Amazonian Diplomacy

You make me wonder, woman

How do you do it?

Some superpower

I don't understand

You make me wonder, woman

How do you do it?

You're superhuman

And I'm just a man

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"Do you have a minute to talk," Diana asked, her face upside down in my vision.

"Sure," I said, putting down my book. "What's up?"

"It is a matter of some... privacy," the amazon admitted as her eyes roved over what I was mentally calling the 'Cuddle Pile of Doooom.'

The Family had set up a 'reading room' equidistant from the library and the kitchen as a gathering spot.

Essentially, it was a room big enough for the whole Family renovated to be as comfortable as possible. The floor was a big bowl, and the entire floor was made supernaturally soft, warm and cozy. Then we pilled in cushions, blankets and pillows, and Medea had created enchanted trays to float around and carry drinks and snacks.

When we first landed, and I was still Baby Cthulu for the first month on Earth, we had spent more than a few nights here.

The fourteen of us all pilled in here, talking, napping, laughing, reading, and getting to know each other better.

In the week and change since I had gotten my body back, the whole Family hadn't had the chance to gather together, but I still enjoyed spending time here with the others.

After the craziness of the last week, it was nice to relax.

Right now, Robin and Melina were at my sides reading, Medea was leaning against my legs doing the same, and we were all wrapped in Priscilla's tail as she played a handheld game while she lay behind me.

Since there were only four of them, it was only a 'pile' instead of a 'Cuddle Mountain of Dooooooooooooom.'

Medea (cat) had also joined us. She, as always, decided my chest was the best place to nap, so I was lying on my back and holding my book aloft when Diana poked her head over Priscilla's tail.

"How private," I asked with a grin. "On a scale of 'the book Melina started writing that she thinks we don't know about,' to, 'I must kill all witnesses, their pets, and burn their houses,' where do you say it lands." Robin and Medea chuckled. Priscila was too engrossed in her game, her tongue sticking out of her lips in concentration.

Without looking up from her book, Melina raised her hand to flick my nose.

I sneezed, and Medea (cat) gave me the most offended look I have ever received. Thankfully, she accepted compensatory payment in the form of throat rubs.

Diana rolled her eyes, but I saw her lip twitch upwards as my dragon/cat/thing returned to purring on my chest.

"Somewhere in the middle," Diana responded. Her face looked serious, almost grim. "May we speak in my room?"

"Sure," I said easily, sensing this might be really important. "I just finished a chapter anyway."

Putting a bookmark in place, I plopped my cat Robin's lap with my book. The feline(?) looked offended again, but a few limbs sprouted to pamper her.

Appropriate tribute paid, she went back to sleep.

The following escape from 'Cuddle Pile of Doooom' was a tale worthy of epics.

Involving no less than a Maiden, Witch, Dragon and Devil, sixteen kisses, one angry cat(?), and more inappropriate groping than was allowed in an R-rated movie, the story of my escape was the most fantastic tale never told.

But if Robin felt me up one more time, I was diving back in and giving her a piece of my mind, exhibitionism be damned.

"After you," I said to the superheroine while giving the former pirate the stink eye.

That mysterious 'Ara ara?' smile might fool others, but I am on to you, you fiend.

"Is Raven with you?" Diana asked as she led me toward the foyer.

"She's being introduced to the Titans by her younger self and Glynda," I explained. My mind was only half on the words. The other half was watching the delicious sway of her hips.

Wonder Woman was in 'uniform,' which did nothing to deter my gaze. It wasn't the star-studded bloomers from classic comics, but the armoured kilt didn't really hide anything either to maximize maneuverability. She wasn't even doing it on purpose. Just the natural sway of her hips was hypnotic to me.

"Good," Diana let out a small sigh of relief as we ascended the stairs to the second floor. "This is hard enough as it is with just you."

"Is everything all right?" I asked, tearing my eyes from those amazing thighs to watch her back worriedly. It wasn't like her to dance around issues like this. The Diana I knew was confident, proud, and almost blunt with her problems.

"It is," she responded, but I detected a hint of nervousness in her usually confident voice. "I'll explain more in my room."

"You're giving me ominous foreshadowing vibes here," I joked. "Next thing you'll me is you are actually a dude, also my long lost brother with testicular cancer, and you need my left nut to survive. And you're pregnant with my child."

Diana stopped in the hall, turning to look at me in complete befuddlement.

"I watched too many soap operas with Glynda," I shrugged with a grin, tension wholly defused.

"How does any of that make sense," she said, shaking her head in disbelief as she continued to her room.

"I know," I agreed readily. "And it's supposed to be 'relatable.' Give me JoJo any day. That is much more normal."

"That is the animated show you are infatuated with, correct?" Diana asked as she opened her door and led me into her room.

"Infatuated is a strong word," I say, following her in. "I like the mind games in it, the creativity in the powers, and I think it's funny as all hell and has some good stories to tell. It has flaws, though. And to be honest, I was always more of a Fate fan, but that has fewer memes. But I doubt you asked me here to discuss the intricacies of fandoms and the best mediums to consume them."

I had never been in her bedroom before, but I didn't bother looking around in surprise.

Thanks to the Dream, I knew every inch of the Island, the Mansion included.

Despite going against the laws of physics, Diana's room was not a room at all. It was a hilltop temple with a greek bath attached with no windows or walls obstructing the view of the ocean at the southern tip of the Island.

The door was connected to no wall, just the marble floor of the temple-like structure we stood in. Half a dozen marble pillars held up a circular dome of stone, but there were no walls, only silk curtains hanging and swaying in the ocean breeze.

There was no obstruction to the view, but I knew we were wholly hidden when looking in from the outside.

"You're right," Diana said, setting her sword and shield on their racks. Removing her armoured boots, she continued softly. "There are two things I wish to discuss."

"Shoot." I laid out on one of her wicker divans and watched her undress.

"The first, are you still angry?"

Unfortunately, she stopped at her boots and circlet, leaving her still in her armour and bracers with her Lasso at her hip.

"Angry? About what?"

"Me and Artoria fighting Doomsday as we did," the Amazonian sat on the opposite divan and met my eyes steadily.

This was more like her.

"Why would I be?" I asked.

"Trigon. You told neither of us the plan."

"Hey," I protested. "I did tell you both I was doing something for Raven, and it would give Scathach a fun time."

"You also said it wasn't going to be that bad," Diana countered. "Not that you would be going toe-to-toe with one of the strongest foes of the League."

"In my defence," I answered with a grin. "When I say I am going show Scathach a good time, did you think it would be small?"

"Fair enough," Diana said with an amused huff before giving me a slight glare. "You still deliberately excluded us. Why would you do that if you weren't angry?"

"Before I answer that," I sighed and sat up to meet her eyes on an equal level. "Answer me this. What did you feel when you realized we were fighting Trigon, that he was here?"

"I was..." Diana paused to search for the best words. "Terrified. I know you are strong, but Trigon is a multi-dimensional devil. Artoria has never fought him, so she doesn't understand just how absurd of an existence he is. Hearing that he was here, on earth, and that you were fighting him... I thought my heart would stop. That I would lose you. I flew as fast as I could. To arrive there, to see you safe, I can't say how relieved I was."

"That fear, that terror you felt, I felt that when I saw you and Artoria fighting Doomsday," I responded gently, taking one of her hands and squeezing it in reassurance. "You are strong. She is strong. I am strong. We all are capable, powerful, and intelligent people. But we are not the best. Not even close. I know you know that. The multiverse is a big place and filled with dangers. I wanted you to understand where I was coming from when I urged you to communicate."

"I get it."

"Do you?" I pressed gently. "I may have come up with the plan to kill Trigon, but I was hands down the most useless in the actual execution. My role was essential mook control and keeping Raven alive while killing time. Glynda kept the Titans alive and ran damage control. Scathach pulled some next-level shit with that Geass. We hadn't planned that. It was all her. When the gate opened, Robin, Tsunade, and Yoruichi saved dozens of lives before Scathach arrived. Ranni was Guiding evacuation from behind the scenes. And Raven was the only one who could actually defeat Trigon. If any of them hadn't been there, we would be dealing with casualties in the triple digits if we survived at all."

"I get it!" Diana repeated, this time with feeling. Her hands grasped mine tightly as if afraid I would disappear. "I feel like we've had this argument before."

"But now you know where I am coming from," I held her hand and smiled. "I didn't want to make you feel bad about being a hero. I was just scared you'd find some hill to die on. Some cause to sacrifice yourself for without asking for help. I am not asking you to change who you are. I would never do that. So, I will ask for a promise for the third and final time. A promise to reach out and ask for help. We are a Family. We are here for you."

"I promise."

This time, when she said the words, I believed her.

"Thank you," I said softly. Then I grinned. "Now that that is out of the way, I will admit part of the reason I didn't tell you two was because I was being a petty bastard. Not a huge part. Just ninety-nine percent pettiness, one percent reconciliation."

"You know, sometimes I wonder why we put up with you," Diana huffed, but I could see the crinkling at the side of her eyes.

"My long flowing locks of hair," I suggested with a sly grin. "My rugged handsomeness? My razor-sharp wit? My killer sense of humour? My butt? According to some, it is my best feature."

"You have a nice butt," Diana admitted with a teasing smile. "But I'm not certain about the rest."

"Ouch," I winced, pretending to sniffle. "That is the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me. I'm going to cry."

"Really?" Wonder Woman deadpanned.

"Really," I sniffled again and pretended to dab at my eye. "I am a very sensitive soul. My ego is fragile."

"No, it's not," the amazon retorted immediately. "I think your ego is the strongest thing in existence."

"That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," I said, fake tears forgotten as I lept to pull the heroine into a hug. She rolled her eyes in exasperation but did not resist as I dragged her to my divan. "I wuv you. Yes, I do. Mwah" I gave her a big, exaggerated kiss on the forehead.

I expected her to push me away and wipe her face. Diana wasn't one for exaggerated displays of affection like this, even in private.

She didn't.

She stayed in my arms, head bowed and hands grasping my shirt.

"Hey," I said gently, sensing something off with her behaviour. That timidity I had noticed before was back. "What's wrong?"

"'s 'othing." I heard her mumble into my chest.

I was actually worried now.

Diana never acted like this. She had her pride, a dignity engraved deep in her bones that never left even in the lowest of lows. She wasn't shy, submissive, or demure in the slightest.

"You can tell me," I said gently. "If it's something I said, let me know. I won't take offence. Ninety percent of everything that comes out of my mouth is bullshit anyway. I don't understand why anyone thinks differently."

Diana chuckled, rumbling my chest.

There was a beat of silence.

Then she sat up, disentangling herself from me and sitting on the edge of the divan while I lay behind her.

"Diana?" I asked softly.

"It's the second thing I wanted to talk to you about," she responded just as softly, facing away. Her hands were fiddling with her Lasso in nervousness.

"What is it?"

"I was talking with Medea," she explained. "When we first argued. She helped me put things in perspective."

"Okaaaay," I said slowly, wondering where she was going with this.

"And I realized we've been taking advantage of you."

"Le wut?" I asked, befuddled. "How so?"

"You are always at our aid," Diana turned to meet my eyes, looking surprisingly serious. "Setting things up so I could rejoin the League, helping Raven with her father, funnelling resources to Emma, aiding Medea with her projects, helping Priscilla set up her music career, giving Scathach the fight she wanted, and allowing Glynda to teach again. That was just in the few days since you've had your body back. And all we've done is make trouble for you and get you involved in one crisis after another."

"None of that stuff was hard for me," I protested. "Trust me. I will never do something I really don't want to. At most, it was a slight inconvenience. And you all helped me a ton in the past. You helped train me when I got out of the cell."

"I gave you two lessons and some advice," Diana said. "And that was years apart. You figured out most of it on your own."

"But you helped," I pressed. "Put up with my bullshit and emo phase. Hell, most of the stuff you just said was tangential. I was killing multiple birds with one stone, so I wasn't being altruistic. You weren't taking advantage of me in the least."

"You might see it that way," Diana agreed. "But that does not lessen the fact that we wished to do something nice for you. A gift. Only we could not think of one."

"I'm not opposed to getting gifts," I grinned at her before mellowing it into a smile. "But I have everything I need. The love of beautiful women. A home. Bottomless wealth. Power that few could match. This is my happy ever after. I am content."

"So you see the problem," Diana nodded and looked away again. "What do you give the man who has everything? Anything you want, you can take for yourself. I thought long and hard. Especially after Trigon. What did I have that you did not. I already gave you my heart. The only reason we have not consummated our union was the lack of availability since you achieved a human form. My body was already yours, as well. There had to be something else."

"Diana?" I asked, almost fearfully at the tremble in her voice.

"Then it hit me," the amazonian continued, her voice quivering. "The one thing I had that you could have but would never take. The one thing that was mine alone to give."

She pressed something into my hands, and I looked down.

The Lasso of Truth was glowing softly in my palm.

My eyes followed the golden rope from my hands to its end, where it was wrapped around Diana's wrists.

"Diana?" I asked again, my voice a hoarse whisper.

"All I have left to give," her blue eyes burned into mine. There was a nervousness there but also a certainty. A resolution. "Is my Freedom."

I felt like I had been punched in the gut.

A sense of vertigo overwhelmed me, and my vision swam.

Then it narrowed, and all I could see was that golden rope binding her wrists.

This was...

Big didn't even begin to cover it.

A Dragon's Element, at least those from the catalogue, was not just the nature of their breath or a particular affinity they were predisposed to. It was a manifestation of who they were.

A crystalization of the concept of one's being.

A Dragon was not just a fire-breathing lizard that flew. They were forces of nature, rivalled only by the strongest existences.

In catalogue terms, even if you only purchased the most basic dragon heritage, you were guaranteed to reach Tier 10 by age alone.

As a contractor, I had been able to choose my Elements, but even then, they had a profound impact on my psyche.

Just as the Element reflected who you were, so did you become more in line with your Element as you aged and grew.

All of my wives who had undergone the transformation showed slight changes from the process.

Tsunade's desire for a child was partially fueled by her Life Element.

Scathach's bloodlust was enhanced by her Blood Element.

Thanks to Shadow, Raven changed her entire way of handling her emotions.

Emma, as a Diamond Dragon, became firmer in her convictions.

To be honest, if they weren't simply extensions of their own natures, I would be worried that I was controlling their minds. Further experimentation had allayed that worry for the most part.

Artoria was more heroic after becoming a Dragon of Light, but that was barely noticeable.

Priscilla's Death attribute manifested not as some grim reaper personality or a propensity for nihilism but rather to let the dead rest peacefully. She viewed the dead like she had her fellow residents of the painted world. My spirit ashes all liked to spend as much time with her as possible, and she welcomed them.

Medea being a Magic Dragon, had only enhanced her joy at experimenting and creating.

Altogether, we had been experimenting with our Elements. Learning what we could and could not do.

None of the women had unlimited power like me, so their expressions of their Elements were limited and highly based on the individual.

In the process, we learned about ourselves.

Tsunade's expression of the Life Element did not make her tougher to kill as it did me. It enhanced her healing abilities and allowed her to use her grandfather's famous Wood Release techniques.

Diana could not Free herself from absolutely everything like I could. Instead, it acted almost like an aura around her that freed others from their bonds.

She could stage a jailbreak while standing outside a prison and doing absolutely nothing, whereas I would need to go cell by cell, touching all the doors.

Personly, I believed that was a result of hearing tales about the tragedy that Thymescria was built in response to.

On the other hand, the Lasso of Truth could exert no influence over me but still held sway over her if she was bound.

We were different people and thus had different expressions of our Elements.

Diana was Free in a way I would never be.

I, as a Dragon of Freedom like Diana, would never be able to give up my liberty.

The thought of willfully chaining myself, of handing over control to someone else, made me physically nauseous. It was one of the reasons I was so against reviving more people after Glory Girl, despite being able to mitigate their influence with Raven's aid.

Staring at the rope in my shaking hands with wide eyes, I couldn't help the word that slipped unbidden from my lips.

"Why?" I rasped.

"Because it is my Freedom to give," Diana answered firmly. Her earlier nervousness was gone now that the process was done. She was Wonder Woman once more. Princess of the Amazons. An icon for women everywhere. She had seen my response. She knew I understood the magnitude of her gift. "Because this is the only way I could think of to show you my trust in you. You might not be a hero, but I was not mistaken in who you are at your core."

I had a realization at that moment. A single moment of clarity that explained so much.

My Freedom was a selfish one.

A rejection of all chains that bound me, real or societal. A desire to chart my own path and be who I wanted to be.

I had to touch things to free them because 'I' was the only one genuinely Free.

Diana's Freedom was a selfless one.

She was Freedom as an Ideal. An aspiration for everyone. She stood for something grander than my selfish desire. The Freedom to choose for all, rejecting none.

I chose my own path, but she could choose any.

She was Free to believe in others, whereas I could only believe in myself.

We both had the same Element but could not be any more different.

"Alright," I said slowly, hand tightening on the divine tool. It weighed less than a pound but felt like a mountain.

Any doubt, any bitterness I once felt toward the woman for her words in the Kiln was swept away in the golden glow of the Lasso. The command seals were one thing. They could be resisted or interpreted at one's convenience or even dispelled by Rule Breaker.

The Lasso was absolute. As a Divine Instrument, Rule Breaker could not damage or destroy it. While Diana was bound, she was compelled to answer everything truthfully, hiding nothing. She also had to follow my every order.

I could have her spill her deepest darkest secrets. I could have her kill every one of Justice League. It would be hard for her to do bound, but she would have to try.

"Alright," I said again, mind scrambling.

"You are repeating yourself, dear," Diana said with a smile.

She was the one bound to my absolute control, yet she sat there, proud as any queen, while I panicked.

She was Wonder Woman. THE Superheroine. An Icon. A Legend.

I was just a man.

But I had my own pride.

"This is my absolute order," I said, meeting her eyes with conviction. "No matter what happens after this, no matter what I say or do, this order will be followed without fail."

The Lasso glowed brightly as I channelled as much power into it as possible. I also activated all six command seals. All so that my words would be engraved upon her soul.

An immutable truth.

"You are Free!"

She was free to follow me.

She was free to untie her binds.

It would always be her choice.

But my words were also a promise.

If Diana's Freedom was a selfless one, then I had to be selfish enough for both of us.

I'd be selfish for her.

I could only walk my own path. That would never change. But I could make my path one she wanted to walk beside.

Diana's eyes never left mine as the glow of the Lasso and the seals faded.

Her smile was more beautiful than the Mona Lisa's.

"There is the face I fell in love with," she looked radiant as her bound hands raised to cup my face. "I knew you had conviction."

The kiss that followed was sweet, loving, and tender.

An affirmation of who we were, who the other was, and what we meant to one another.

When we separated, I didn't need Sticky Fingers to notice the passion and lust in her eyes. Nor did she need any supernatural ability to feel my own excitement.

"You know, that consummate our relationship thing," I said with a grin. "We're doing it now."

I wasn't giving her a choice on that.

"I would like that."

"Good," I nodded sagely. "Since this is our first time together, I will give you the option." Diana's eyebrows raised in question. "I can make sweet, tender love to you. The kind out of fairy tales and romcoms. The lovey-dovey sex that would make romanticists die with envy."

"Or?" Diana asked, her mouth quirked in amusement at my description.

"Or..." I didn't say more. I just held up my end of the Lasso of Truth as the explanation. Diana's eyes widened slightly in realization of my meaning. "What do you want?"

The Lasso glowed as it worked its magic.

"I've dreamed about our first time together," Wonder Woman explained, unable to keep anything from me. "After talking to Artoria, I've imagined it countless times. Fantasized. Pleasured myself at the idea. In my mind, you are gentle. You are kind. You are everything I hope a man and woman can be together. We become one."

I nodded, ready to make her dreams a reality.

Then she continued.

"I still desire that," Diana could not stop herself from revealing the whole truth. "But not today. Right now, all I can think about is what you will do with my Lasso. With my Freedom. Will you force me to strip and parade me around as a trophy? Will you bind me and leave me to stew in my arousal? Will you tie me up and allow the rest of the Family to have their way with me as I lay helpless to resist? I am not as ignorant as I was when I first left my homeland. I have seen couples engage in such acts of depravity that I could not comprehend them at first. Now, all that fills my mind is a desire to explore this new aspect with you. I wish to learn why some women enjoy this act."

With every sentence Wonder Woman uttered, I felt my surprise rise.

I would expect this kind of stuff from Glynda or Yoruichi, not Diana.

Honestly, I had thought this aspect of the relationship would be minimal. The Lasso largely symbolic of her 'gift' but not seeing much actual use in the bedroom.

Even if she had given me her 'Freedom,' I had no desire to take advantage of her or do things she didn't want to do.

Who knew Wonder Woman was BDSM curious?

Man, did I have my work cut out for me.

"Stand up," I ordered as I rose to my feet. Diana did as she was told, unable to resist as I started to lead her to her bed. "Let me explain the absolute basics of this type of relationship. It's not for everyone. It can come in thousands of different forms, but they all have one absolute rule that must be followed."

Since Diana's room was always the warm temperature of Thymescria, her bed was more like a larger divan with a few thin sheets and pillows, surrounded by four thin marble pillars from which light silk drapes hung.

"Some only like a bit of light bondage, fluffy handcuffs, silk ties, that sort of thing," I explained once we reached the bed. "Lay down." She did, and I tied the end of the Lasso to the headboard. "Others go a bit further. Laytex, nipple clamps, gags, toys of all sorts. Some like pain, whips, chains, hot wax, paddles, and other ways of inflicting pain without actually doing damage. Some like roleplay, horseplay, or even let their fetish out of the bedroom and make it part of their day-to-day lives."

"You know a lot about it," Diana commented as she lay there. Her arms were raised above her head, and she had to tilt backwards to look me in the eye. I finished with the knot and started working on unfastening her armour.

"I've never been part of a relationship like that, if that is what you are asking," I said as I freed the fastenings and moved to set the armour on its rack. Those magnificent breasts were topped by dark nipples that accented her olive skin. "At one point in my life, I was working a graveyard shift and finished around midnight. My commute home involved walking past a BDSM-themed bar. It was all that was open without me going out of my way, so I would grab a few drinks there and talk to a few people."

"Really," Diana asked in disbelief, head craning up to watch me.

"They all respected my boundaries, so it was never a real problem, and you should know I feel no shame," I grinned at her before working on removing her armoured skirt. It was easier than her armour, but I took the same amount of time because I wanted to enjoy the wonderful sight of her.

Three words.

Abs for days.

You could grate cheese on those things.

"The thing I learned, the absolute rule I was telling you about, is this," I continued as I drank in her beauty. "The Dom, the Master, whatever you want to call it, is like a director. They set the scene, the pacing, the props, and the script. They control the tone and the actors. But it is the submissive, the one that is bound, blindfolded, whipped, and degraded, who has the final say. The go or no go."

"That is counter-intuitive to my understanding," Diana admitted as she lifted her hips for me to slide her last piece of armour down her legs.

I smiled in am as I saw the blue, star-studded panties.

"It is a requirement," I emphasized. "It is the only thing that stops relationships like this from going wrong. A Dom that doesn't stop when the Sub wants to or goes too far is an abuser at best and a rapist at worst."

"I see."

For a second, I stopped and admired my work.

Diana was laid out on her bed, naked as the day she was born, her blue eyes watching my every move. Her arms were raised above her head, and her hands squirmed in their binds. Her dilated pupils, erect nipples, the slight tremor of her abdomen, and the dampness of her core told me she was as turned on as I was.

Her form was well-muscled. Like me, it was a body built for war, and we lacked Artoria's appetite that ensured her body was always well-padded.

She had curves, large breasts, wide hips, and an ass to start wars, but her beauty was amazonian in nature rather than matronly like Tsunade or aristocratic like Robins.

Abs for days.

Thighs that could crush steel.

Arms that bench thousands of tons.

Though she was bound, she looked like a queen upon her throne.

For a second, I thought about how many men would look at her and go, 'Step on me, Mommy!'

I didn't say it, but my mouth quirked at the humour of the thought.

"What?" Diana asked.

"Nothing," I said, shaking my head and refocusing. It was time to enjoy my gift. To do that, I needed to learn. "I was wondering what everyone would say if they could see this sight. Wonder Woman. The icon of women laid out on her bed. Naked. Bound. At the mercy of a man."

I approached her slowly as I spoke my taunting words. As I did, I Freed myself from my clothes, and they fell to the ground behind me, leaving me as nude as she was.

Her eyes devoured me.

One hand trailed along her body as I approached the head of the bed.

From her ankle, it trailed up her shin, knee, and thigh. I wasn't pressing hard, but the flesh shivered under my touch.

"Would they think it an illusion, I wonder. A deception? Wonder Woman, the Princess of the Amazons, can't bind herself to a man. That is impossible."

My fingers curved around the dip between her legs.

Not yet.

Blue eyes followed the trail religiously as my hand traced well-defined abs upward between her breasts. My hand ignored the two proud mountains, continued to her throat and stopped at her chin.

"A woman like that couldn't be a bastion of Freedom," I said as I held her chin in place, and her eyes pierced mine. "A woman like that can only be a slut."

Diana was quivering with excitement and anticipation, turned on beyond belief.

But she was not the type to cave to her desires.

Even now, she retained her dignity. Proud. Defiant.

A woman to match and surpass any man.

"I do not care what anyone thinks," the amazonian declared.

"Good," I purred. "You are not theirs. You are Mine. Now open wide!"

Compelled by her own Lasso, Wonder Woman obeyed and opened her mouth.

I hissed in pleasure as I plunged the tip of my cock into her mouth, and she worked over the tip with her tongue.

I held her head firmly in place so she could not back away nor take me deeper.

"There's a good slut," I purred, combing her dark hair away from her face with one hand so I could stare into her eyes. "You'll do as I say, and I will fulfill your every degenerate desire. Those filthy fantasies that run through your dirty little brain."

"Hmmmmn," Diana hummed, sending a shiver of pleasure from my dick to my spine.

"How often have you fantasized about this? About being bound and used?" I withdrew from her warm mouth and laid my dick along her face.

"A few times," Diana admitted, compelled by her own tool to tell the truth. She did not look embarrassed in the least. "The first time a villain caught me with my Lasso, I wondered what it would be like with a lover. An idle thought I never explored. Slurp." She continued to lick along my length as she talked, her eyes never leaving mine. "Either my partner was not the type to enjoy the act, were intimidated by me, or I did not trust them enough. Mwa. Once the internet was developed, I masturbated to the thought a few times, but that is it."

"Now you're just buttering me up," I grinned as I inserted myself into her mouth again. This time I continued to press forward slowly and steadily. "I am the only one who's seen your slut side. The only one who gets to use you like my own pocket whore. It gives me the warm fuzzies."

Diana's nose met my groin as I bottomed out in her throat. Even as I held her down and she deep-throated me, she continued to undulate her throat to milk the cum from my balls.

My other hand was not idle either. I pinched, groped, and slapped at Diana's breasts, testing what she responded most to.

Learning your partner's kinks, erogenous zones, and preferences usually is the result of weeks and months of careful study and honest conversation.

I was a cheating cheater who cheats.

Sticky Fingers did away with the need for all that. It did away with the need for safe words, embarrassing conversations, or instructions. I knew when and where to push and pull. What was too much and too little.

I was Beethoven, and a woman's body was my instrument.

"Sluurp. Gahck. Hmmmmn."

Her mouth was occupied as I moved her head up and down along my length, but I still made her body sing.

Diana's breasts weren't sensitive like Robin's or Artoria's. Nor did she show many reactions from pain vs more pleasurable fondling. So she wasn't masochistic either.

Despite being tied up, she wasn't submissive at all. My cock was deep in her throat, but her eyes were firm and challenging.

A power bottom if there ever was one.

The amazon liked my body, but she wasn't as infatuated with my muscles as Robin.

So, why was she so excited?

"Glrk!" She gagged along my length as I picked up the pace of my thrust.

Wonder Woman did not need to breathe nearly as much as a regular person, nor was she as fragile, so I didn't worry about hurting her as I became rougher with her.

"You're going to swallow everything," I ordered. "Then I'm going to use another of your holes. You'd like that slut? I think I'll keep you here all day. Tied up and helpless. I'll use you as I please. Maybe I'll invite Artoria in when she gets home. Have her see the whore you've become."

I watched her like a hawk for her reaction to my every word. Diana seemed to show responses to the name-calling, but her most significant response was when I mentioned showing her to Artoria.

Exhibitionism, perhaps?

"Maybe I'll cast a few illusions on us," I grunted as I neared release. I could hold out indefinitely, but as enjoyable as Diana was finding this, she was no closer to her own orgasm than when we first started. I was anything but a selfish lover. "Go on a date, but you're naked the whole time."

"Sluuurp." Barely an extra twitch as her blue eyes continued to watch mine.

"I should invite the others," I said, trying a different tact. Perhaps I should play up her bisexuality? The amazon didn't blink. "How would you feel having thirteen women licking you while you could do nothing." A twitch, but that was it. "I imagine it will be a shock for poor, innocent Priscilla. The woman she looked up to, who trained her, was nothing more than a cum guzzling whore."

Diana slammed forward, taking me to the hilt once more. Her throat constricted as her eyes lost their focus.

I came.

Shot after shot of cum burst down her throat.

Held firmly in place, Diana did not choke or gag as her throat filled, and my release overflowed between her lips to dribble down her chin.

I held her there for half a minute, spending myself and making sure nothing was left before slowly withdrawing myself. The princess of the amazons licked and cleaned me on my way out.

"That was nice," I said patronizingly as I pet her head.

Her eyes narrowing slightly was the first sign of displeasure since I started.

So dirty talk was fine, but dismissal or condescension was not.

Good to know.

But I had her weakness now.

"What now?" Diana asked, challenging me to continue or stop there.

I was nowhere near done.

"I promised to use another hole, didn't I," I grinned. Diana's eyes narrowed again, this time in suspicion. But it was too late.

I kneeled on the bed, grabbed her muscular thighs, and spread them wide. She was more than aroused enough to not need more foreplay.

Then I plunged forward.

She was tight.

Not like Ranni or Raven, whose small size ensured it would be a snug fit no matter what happened. Wonder Woman was tight because every inch of her was trained, well-toned muscle.

Bottomed out in her, I leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"You are a terrible influence," I whispered to her. Her breath hitched.

"Of what do you speak?" She asked, her blue eyes wide with fear and arousal.

"What you did to Artoria. Tsk, tsk. You took that naive, trusting, virginal woman and turned her into such a slut." Her cunt clenched around me. "I bet you wanted to do the same to Priscilla. Take her under your wing. Teach her the joys of the flesh. Corrupt her until she was only pure on the outside but a rampant whore on the inside. Just. Like. You."

I squeezed her clit between my fingers, and Diana came.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as her arms thrashed in her bonds. Her thighs closed around me with enough force to bend steel, but I held her down, grinning at her loss of control.

Diana was not a submissive, exhibitionist, or masochist.

She had a corruption fetish.

The idea of something pure, untainted, and wholesome being tainted, soiled, and corrupted made her go wild.

Herself included.

Contrary to popular belief, a fetish wasn't a person's 'true self.'

A sadist could be a good person. A submissive could be domineering at work.

Wonder Woman could be a heroine, an icon of female empowerment, and a defender of justice and freedom during the day.

And a depraved slut at night.

The latter was only a part of who she was and did not detract in the least from the fantastic things she did.

But it sure was hot.

"By Hera," Diana panted, recovering from her orgasm to stare at me with wide eyes. "What was that?"

"Tell me this," I ordered with a grin, and the Lasso glowed. "How would you feel if I seduced your counterpart. If I took that naive, fresh-off-paradise island heroine and corrupted her. If I wormed my way into her heart and body. If I bound her and gagged her. If I made her beg for release. Begged to be my slut. Begged to be like you."

As I spoke, I kept up my steady rhythm of thrusts, increasing the pleasure my words brought.

Diana's eyes widened as she answered, her words seeming to surprise herself.

But she could hide nothing from the Lasso of Truth.

"I would feel betrayed. I know our relationship isn't conventional, but you are not the type to ever cheat," the amazon answered. The answer most would give was perfectly acceptable. I would never cheat, and the idea of anyone in the Family cheating was enough to fill me with a blinding rage in most cases. But I waited for the rest. "But the idea is incredibly arousing. The mere thought of it sends shivers down my spine. To see her face distorted with pleasure, covered in your semen and begging for more, it is... hnnnggg."

"Welcome to the dark side," I grinned at her as she shivered at the idea. "Now imagine this. I'm not content with you all. With your counterpart. I go after other heroines, and you help. They trust you, and you hand them to me on a silver platter. You don't have a choice. You are mine. But even if you weren't, you'd still help me. Because you are that much of a slut."

Diana moaned, her legs still wrapped around me, she urged me to hurry up. I was practically slamming into her, her bed rattling from every thrust.

"It's all consensual, of course," I purr, weaving the fantasy for her. "A slow seduction does not need to force anyone. One by one, heroines fall. The League first. Then the PRT, then the independents, then we'll work on the villains. Reform them on my cock and your tongue. Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Cheetah."

"So hot," Diana gasped, bucking wildly at the mention of her one-time friend.

I doubt she had ever really entertained the idea. Her strong morals would reject it even if she had a stray thought about it. For the same reason, it would never actually happen.

Diana was too much of a hero to ever make that fantasy real. And if it did happen, she wouldn't really enjoy it, knowing what it cost.

But this was fantasy.

And I was not a hero.

"We'll fulfill Emma's wish of ruling the world. One cunt at a time." I delighted in her pleasure, in her unravelling. "Of course, once we've done that, there is only one place left to go."

"Where?" Diana gasped, wide-eyed and dishevelled.

"Thymescria," I purred the word, and Wonder Woman froze.

I kept going thrusting away as I wove my final words.

"Your home." Thrust. Slam. "Turned into my harem."

"Your neighbours." Thrust. Slam. "Cock-crazed."

"Your friends." Thrust. Slam. "Watching you getting bred with envy in their eyes."

"Your mom." Thrust. Slam. Crack. "Giving you a younger sister."

"Your gods." Thrust. Slam. Crack. "The virginal goddess begging for defilement."

"All." Thrust. "Our." Slam. "Sluts." Crack.

The headboard shattered as Diana tore her Lasso through it. Her arms wrapped around my head, hands still bound, as she pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

The collapsing under us went unnoticed as I unloaded into her orgasming cunt.

"You are a terrible influence," Diana told me after we had recovered.

Hair in disarray. Spittle flecked her chin. Cum oozing from her cunt around my dick.

Diana lay in the ruins of sheets, pillows, wood, and stone that was once her bed.

She still looked like a queen to me.

"I know," I agreed with a grin.

Then I kissed her, hand tightening around the Lasso of Truth.

********

The next day, when Wonder Woman met up with Artoria and her counterpart for their shift with the League, her Lasso was at her hip as usual.

But underneath her bracers, if she ever took them off in public, an observer might notice something off before shaking their head in denial.

There was no way Wonder Woman would ever wear bondage clothe handcuffs.