All in all he had gotten just under an hour's rest following his meditation as his boots crunched the Amazonian sand. Instantly he was aware of the smell of sex permeating the air and could faintly hear the sounds of moaning women. Moving as swiftly as
he could, he entered Themyiscara proper, seeing women relieving themselves as best they could with stiff fingers. He stopped fully when he saw Flash pleasuring what appeared to be over ten women at once, the moans more guttural, more fully content than the
women merely pleasuring themselves.
"Flash, what are you do-" But that was all Batman had time to say before he was lifted off his feet by a blur of motion. A pair of strong arms held him, long dark hair cascading down the back of said figure, bangs coiling on parts of his suit.
"My Bruce...you're finally here," Diana whispered, kissing him fully on the lips.
A kiss he fully returned, even while his mind went through the various possibilities for Diana's amorous advance. He knew she had feelings for him which he returned, knew also that the pair of them wouldn't ultimately work as a couple, immortality besides.
He would just end up hurting her, he rationalized, just like he always did to the women he let into his life.
But then her fingers managed to get under his armor, moving lower to clasp his hardening member.
"Diana," Bruce managed to get out, biting his lip. "What's happening to you?"
"We've been cursed Bruce, by who or what I do not know. It's hard enough to even speak to you now like this. All of me wants you, your passion, your skill, your adorable will. Please Bruce, make me yours and become mine. It's the only way to free me from the
curse."
They had landed at the palace shortly after Diana said this, shoving him swiftly onto her bed, divesting him of his costume and her own robes.
But she didn't pounce on him as he could tell she wanted to from the sheer amount of fluid gushing from her center and trailing down her thighs, she was more deliberate, the goodness in her unable to just satisfy her rising lust. He could see the deeper emotions
behind her powerful gaze.
She didn't want just this one time, didn't want a relationship purely on sex.
"Once I can...ooooh....once I am restored....let me heal you, let me become a balm to your sufferings as you can be for mine. No excuses, no issues, no logic will avail you, Bruce. I want you, the playboy, the hero, the mortal, the broken man in the cowl, all
of you and I know you want the same of me. Aphrodite has shown me before you arrived, after I'd done my duty to my sisters who craved my touch."
She straddled him then, losing herself to a hefty moan as she stared down at his dazed expression.
"I'm yours, Diana, as long as you desire me," Bruce replied, his eyes no longer the detective, nor the false gleam of the playboy, but the aching man who watched his parents stolen from him in a dark alley, a faint glimmer of hope lighting up his fractured
blue eyes, even as his body responded in a more primal fashion to her own.
Hardening, he started biting on her nipples as his hand moved between her thighs, Diana losing herself in bliss as he started using his more esoteric skills.
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