I moved aside to allow her to precede me into the room, noting her keen inspection of the surroundings, as if on the hunt. The flat had bare essentials: a bed, a workspace, and a couple of weapons cached about—the leftovers of a former life. This bareness stood out in jarring comparison with the lavishness that existed on her world of origin; however, she made no comment and simply nodded to the state of the room.
I followed her into the room, closing the door with a thud that echoed through the silence surrounding the room. She stood there with an unyielding presence that made everything else seem small and unimportant by comparison. The walls had witnessed their own battles, but none of those had compared with this one had the potential to become.
She placed the Godrend Blade on the bedside table, where it settled into its new environment. She turned her attention to me, her eyes measuring my physique with an intensity that went beyond purely martial practicalities. The red and black armor fit tightly to her body, showcasing the musculature that had built over the course of years. The cuirass rested comfortably over her firm and well-defined breasts, the leather conforming itself intricately to the erect nipples. Her posterior displayed both curve and firmness, the armor neatly exaggerating this attribute, hinting at the underlying power within.
I had bridged the distance that stood between us, almost achieving a deep understanding of her. I almost felt sorry of my control over her, the control which made her incapable of saying no to me; but there was nothing I could do to stop this budding relationship, and, at that point in my life, there was no desire on my part to do so. I wrapped my arms around her, the two armors banging into each other with a metallic resonance, and kissed her with passion. Her lips, open and inviting, answered with a vehemence that could reduce the world to ember. She had a nearly ethereal beauty about her, being fully aware of this reality. She wove her tongue together with mine, probing the depths of my mouth as if it were an unknown world that awaited discovery.
As our lips touched, I traced her ass with both hands, feeling the dormant power hidden underneath her clothing, the firmness of her it, and the lushness of her curves. The heat under my fingers was real, and it was clear she knew of my desire for her and my need for her embrace. She was beyond her former hero facade; she had accepted her role as a woman, and I was going to show her the ultimate degree of pleasure she was rightfully entitled to.
"Your so eager," she said softly, a hint of amusement in her voice as she pressed with one hand against my chest, forcing me backward. "But I'm not so easily tamed."
I wanted to say yes, you are, my power makes it so, but I said nothing of that sort.
"We'll see about that," I said gruffly, lust affecting the tone of my voice, as I used force with one hand, pushing her onto the bed. The force of this movement made her back arch, thus thrusting her full, voluptuous breasts forward, the material pinching them together enticingly. Her eyes went wide, showing a mixture of surprise and expectation, the excitement in her eyes fanning a deep-seated fire in me.
I shed my entire outfit, ending up dressed only in a white t-shirt and without the trousers. My dick, which stood out with its enormity and length, faced her with an intent of drawing her attention. She looked on as I moved on, the heat from my skin giving her armor a glowing luminescence.
"Turn around," I growled, the desire plain on my face. Slightly widening her eyes, she obeyed, her muscles rippling along her back as she readjusted her position. She sat atop the bed, her hands gripping the sheets firmly. Seeing her in this position, her ass raised, made me want her all the more. Hers was the skin of a dark moon, with a smooth and unblemished surface. Beyond the fine fabric of her clothing, I could see the contours of her shape.
I rubbed her pussy through the fabric of her suit, feeling it dampen with desire. She moaned like a bitch in heat. She liked it. I spanked her ass twice, watching as it jiggled, the fabric sticking to her wetness. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut.
"You like that huh?" I taunted, using a low, throaty voice. Diana made no sound, but her body language provided a clear expression of pleasure, as her back arched and her pelvis moved rhythmically against my hand. I gave her a series of several spanks, each one echoing a little louder then the last, a red imprint left on her pale flesh beneath fabric. Her moans of arousal grew louder, while her breathing accelerated and became uneven.
"Please," she spoke, her face a plea hidden in the brusqueness of a fighter. "No more."
My dick was so hard right now I thought it might explode. I allowed it to rest her on watermelon ass, just hotdogging my dick in between those glorious cheeks. "You're so fucking beautiful," I whispered to her, letting my warm breath softly brush her neck. She let out a low moan in response, her body leaning backward, signaling a desire for greater intimacy.
I ripped the fabric on her ass apart forcefully with both hands, moving her underwear to the side to enter her with my cock. She was showing intense arousal, being completely wet. Her vagina was tight, warm, and welcoming, covering my shaft with a tight embrace. When I entered her, I felt her body constrict around me, her tightening precisely adjusting to my penetration. I did not go slowly; this was impossible. The circumstances demanded a response that was more primitive, more instinctive.
"You're my dog now, my bitch," I insisted in her ear as I began railing her. "Mine to fuck. To breed."
"Yes." she breathed, the sound of her voice a gentle sibilance that seemed to vibrate through the very fabric of the space. "I'm your dog. Your bitch."
"Good girl," I growled as I fucked her deep, her tight pussy gripping my cock like a vice, her moans echoing through the room. Her ass was a perfect fit for my hands, and I squeezed and slapped her cheeks as I pumped into her, her moans turning into whimpers of pleasure with each smack.
I felt the heightening of her climax as her vaginal muscles gripped me and her breathing grew uneven. With one hand, I held her head on the pillows, seeing her eyes roll up into her head as she worked to contain the pleasure building in her. At the same time, with the other hand, I changed position to find her clitoris, stimulating her in time with the rhythm of my thrusts.
She moved with growing proximity, overwhelmed with pleasure as she reached her peak, her body shaking with the power of her release. I stood stock-still, locked in the established rhythm, driven by an unquenchable thirst for her. Her muscles gripped me, striving to hold my presence and not allow the sensation to ebb away. I could feel her nails dig into the mattress, her legs shaking as a result of the aftermath of her climax.
The bed creaked and groaned under me as I caused her to experience the illusion that all her past encounters had been false. I could feel my oncoming release, coupled with a drawing together of my testicles, and knew that I needed to give her warning, though I wondered if indeed the warning was necessary. Didn't she belong to me? Wasn't she under my control?
"I'm your master," I breathed, as she shuddered in my arms. "And you'll take all of me, won't you? Like a good girl."
"Yes, Master!" She gasped, shuddering as she arched away from me. "I'll do absolutely anything, like a good girl!"
I yielded to my own dark side with a roar, releasing myself, my cum pouring out of me. She wrapped her cunt tightly around me, squeezing out the last bit of cum from my cock. It was probably the most incredible release that had ever happened to me. She cried out into the pillow, her belly writhing as she took it all, her own orgasm riding the crest of mine.
"How does this make you feel?" I growled against her ear, my breathing husky with tension. "Being conquered?"
She raised her head again, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Feels... good," she croaked, her voice strained from the shrieks. "More."
I kissed her from where I lay, cheek, neck, collarbone. "I'll give you more," I promised, my own voice gruff with desire. I withdrew and she groaned, the sound music to my own hearing. I gazed down at my handiwork, her full of my seed, her vagina slightly open. It oozed down her thighs, tracing a design on the sheets.
"Suck my dick, you absolute dog," I commanded, my voice both arousal and command. She looked up at me with a flash of challenge in her eyes, but didn't pause. I moved quickly to sit by the edge of the bed, dick in plain view. She rotated from paws and knees to sitting, her breasts jouncing with the movement. She angled her face forward and took my cock into her mouth, her fat lips stretching to accommodate my girth. She drew her tongue across the tip, tonguing my slit, and already, the next orgasm was on the horizon.
I rested one hand on her ass, pushing her firm against me, her warm breath on my cock. She swallowed it down greedily, her mouth devouring me whole, her cheeks vacuous as she sucked on me. She wrapped her tongue about the tip, licked down the veins of the shaft. She was paying homage to it, as if the cock were some kind of holy artifact, and she the priestess who would do it honor.
I slapped her again, and a bright red handprint appeared on her ass. "Good girl," I said, my own climax close. "You're going to make daddy cum so hard."
Her tears dammed the creases of my thighs as I worked her mouth, her throat stretching out to accommodate my girth. She scraped her teeth across my shaft but never closed her jaws. How she devoured me, though, it felt as though she were attempting to swallow all of my being. My cock glistened with her spit, my precum combining with it to become something slick with which only heightened the experience. I gazed on as she worked me, and there, in that instant, I ejaculated.
"Swallow Daddy's cum," I instructed, my own voice a coarse whisper, and she obeyed, her throat constricting as she swallowed down every last drop that I had to offer.
She moved slowly away from me, her mouth a sodden mess, her cheeks reddening with the struggle. She looked up at me, her eyes blazing, a look of total submission on her face.
"More," she begged, her voice a combination of rebellion and submission. My power had clearly taken hold, there was no way she would return to her universe. "I want more."
I touched her face with one hand and shook my head. "No, girl," I told her. "I have to get you to Pentagon, immediately. We can't afford to waste time." I saw the impact of what had been said hit her hard, but she didn't object. She merely nodded, her own eyes remaining hazy with the effects of pleasure.
"Yes, daddy," she murmured, her voice full of submissiveness. Since we were on our way to the Pentagon, I quickly redressed in my attire, my cock hard from the encounter. Diana instantly turned from subservient dog to warrior woman extraordinaire, as if the character that she had played in my living room had all along been a role. She mended the torn fabric surrounding her ass with magic, and the entire time, I couldn't help but imagine her entering the pentagon with my seed still inside of her.
"Come on, Daddy," she breathed, a voice cold enough to slice through diamond. She drew the Godrend Blade out and cinched the scabbard closed with a stealthy whoosh of leather against metal. The room had altered—it reeked of power and sex, and she drew breaths in, growing stronger with each one.
I went ahead, stopping for a moment next to the window, gazing out at the city lights twinkling like stars on the horizon. Diana trailed after me, the moon casting a silver gleam on her angular form, accentuating her goddess beauty. The gravity of the moment descended on us like a mantle, but the tension lurking under the surface between us was almost tangible.
We both flew out of the window, the night air buffeting us with cold as we dived down on the Pentagon. The world's military powerhouse had never seen a visit from a mightier pair, our collective aura tracing an energy path in our wake. The guards on the door knew me immediately and welcomed us in.
It didn't take a lot of work to find Cecil because he was always in the control room surrounded by banks of monitors and whirring equipment and his crew. He looked up when we walked in, his eyes widening slightly with the sight of Diana. She was a fabled and beautiful woman, and even amidst the cold, unyielding light of the Pentagon, exuded heat and authority.
"Your replacement is very impressive," he stated, looking over as we approached him, his gaze never wavering from the athletic form of Diana.
"She is," I stated, personifying with pride. "Wonder Woman," I presented her by heroics.
"I'm Cecil Stedman," he smiled, extending his hand for her to grasp. She shook it with her own firm, steady hand.
"I'm Diana Prince," she replied, her voice melodious. "But you can call me Diana."
He nodded, his eyes not moving from the firm handshake. "I'm certain that Zandale informed you why he needed you? And why you're here?"
"To protect this world while he fights off the Viltrum Empire, yes," Diana said, not looking away from him. "I suppose this place is where my watch begins?"
"Mhm," Cecil replied softly. "You'll have an earpiece, and whenever there exists a threat, I'll show you where to go so that you can deal with it." He handed her a thin, black appliance. "It's encrypted and linked to the global defense grid, to me."
I wanted to smile but I didn't feel the need to. Finally, I had a break long enough before I could fly out into space. No, I never ever did take breaks, and even the ones that I occasionally took were not long enough to count as actual breaks. But with Diana with me? Basically having the security that she stayed with me after the threat of the Viltrum Empire had dissipated, my breaks would be long because we simply took turns looking after world threats.
"It sounds simple enough," Diana replied, her voice oozing with the self-assurance of a goddess. She took the earpiece and had the tech shape itself to her ear, the technology somehow becoming one with her skin as she stood there. It was a jarring juxtaposition with the ancient artifact on her hip, a reminder of the centuries-long battle of good and evil.
"Yeah, it is," agreed Cecil, "Just watch out for civilians and it's an easy job, on paper, atleast."
"I'll get started right away," Diana said, her eyes gleaming with determination as she found no other reason to do nothing. She looked me over and kissed me with her hand on my face, her voice low. She surprised me because this happened in front of Cecil, but I gritted it out. "I'll return, Zandale."
She had left Cecil and me in the control room, the sound of her footsteps echoing down the corridor as she acquainted herself with my world. I stood there observing her leave when Cecil approached and spoke to me, saying, "Teach me your game, Zandale. How are you so good with women?"
I looked at Cecil, my brain reeling from the aftermath of our sexual battle. "It's not game," I announced to him, a smile rising on my lips. "It's magic. Power."
"Right," Cecil clearly didn't believe me but knew better than to argue with me when love or pussy were on the line. "Well, when you do go ahead and give up on trolling, let me know how."
"Alright, boss," I said to the place where she had stood, my heart racing from the touch of her hand. She would handle the job with ease, for after all, this was Absolute Wonder Woman. She towered over me as a giantess of power. "I'll remember that," I lied.