As Nubia stepped into the water, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of us. The steam rose around her body, droplets clinging to her dark skin like diamonds, and I couldn't look away even if I'd wanted to.
She moved with the confidence of someone who had lived for centuries, who had seen empires rise and fall, who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.
She straddled me.
The moment her body made contact with mine, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My cock, already hard from just seeing her naked, pressed against the warm heat of her crotch. The sensation was overwhelming, electric, making every nerve ending in my body fire at once.
My mind, which had been holding on by a thread, started to slip.
"What are you doing?" I managed to ask, my voice coming out rougher than I'd intended.
Nubia looked at me like a lioness playing with her prey. Her eyes held a mixture of amusement, desire, and something deeper, something ancient and knowing. A seductive smile curved her lips as she shifted her hips slightly, grinding against my cock in a way that made my breath catch.
"Caius," she said, her voice low and sultry, "you came here to fuck. Plain and simple. And you know it. The Queen and I knew it as well."
I was caught completely off guard. My mouth opened, but no words came out. I felt her grind against me again, felt the heat and wetness of her even through the water, and my entire body trembled with need.
"Then why not say anything?" I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
Nubia leaned forward, closing the distance between us. Her lips met mine, and suddenly we were kissing, deep, hungry, consuming. Her tongue danced with mine, exploring, claiming, and I found myself responding with equal intensity. My hands moved to her waist without conscious thought, pulling her closer, feeling the lean muscle and soft curves of her body against mine.
We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity and no time at all. When she finally pulled back, saliva connected our lips in a thin strand that broke slowly.
"Because, Caius," she said, her breath warm against my face, "every now and again, even we warriors of Themyscira crave men. Especially if we have tasted one before. It comes and goes like anything." She paused, her eyes searching mine. "I believe even the Queen would like to share her bed with you, if you can prove worthy of me."
My brain was struggling to process what she was saying. The pheromones were making it hard to think clearly, making everything feel heightened and urgent.
"You come from a powerful bloodline," Nubia continued, shifting her hips again in a way that made me groan. "And your Viltrumite hybrid biology will ensure any daughters born from our union will be incredible."
That cut through the fog in my mind like a knife.
"Wait," I said, my hands tightening on her waist. "You want a child? What about my mom? Or Diana?"
Nubia smiled, and there was something both tender and predatory in that expression. She reached down between us, and I felt her hand wrap around my cock, positioning it. The head pressed against her entrance, and I felt the wet heat of her, felt how ready she was.
"You are an adult, Caius," she said, her voice steady even as she slowly began to lower herself onto me. I felt the tip of my cock pass through the lips of her pussy, felt the incredible tightness as she began to take me in. "If you didn't want this, then say so."
She paused with just the tip inside her, her bright eyes locked directly on mine. The sensation was maddening, not enough and too much all at once. I could feel every ridge, every pulse of her body around me. My cock throbbed, desperate for more.
"If you want this," she continued, her voice dropping lower, "I will make you mine. Here and in my bed. But you will give me a child. And possibly the Queen. And any girl of this island that will have you. You will help strengthen our sisters."
She held my gaze, unwavering, powerful, giving me a choice even as my body screamed at me to just thrust up into her, to take what I wanted.
"So what will it be, Caius?"
In that moment, something inside me snapped.
The pheromones, the need, the primal Viltrumite instincts that had been building for weeks since my powers awakened. They all crashed over me like a tidal wave. My mind went black, consumed by pure biological imperative.
I grabbed her ass, it was so thick, round, and perfect, and stood up in one smooth motion. The water sloshed around us, and I saw Nubia's eyes widen in surprise. Good surprise, though. Her lips parted, and I saw the flash of excitement in her expression.
"You made one mistake," I growled, pulling her down onto my cock in one hard thrust that buried me to the base.
Nubia gasped, her back arching, her fingers digging into my shoulders. The sensation of being fully inside her was indescribable, hot, wet, tight, perfect. I felt her pussy clench around me, I felt every inch of her adjusting to my size.
"You're mine," I finished, my voice barely recognizable.
For a moment, we just stayed like that, connected completely, breathing hard. Then Nubia's hand shot up and grabbed my throat, not choking, but asserting dominance, reminding me that she was an Amazon warrior who had fought gods and monsters.
She pulled me into another kiss, fierce and claiming, as she wrapped her legs around my waist. When she broke away, her eyes were blazing with desire and challenge.
"We shall see, Caius," she said, her voice breathless but strong. "Now... bed."
It was a command, and my body responded immediately.
I walked toward the bedroom, carrying her, my cock still buried deep inside her. With every step, she ground against me, her hips moving in small circles that made us both moan. Her pussy was dripping wet, making obscene sounds as she moved, and I could feel her arousal coating my cock, running down my thighs.
"Gods... Gods... Oh Aphrodite, this is good," she moaned, her head falling back, exposing the long line of her throat.
I laid her on the bed, a large, comfortable thing covered in soft fabrics, and immediately began thrusting. I pushed her legs back, and she was so flexible that her ankles reached past her head. The new angle let me go even deeper, and I felt the head of my cock hit the back of her womb.
Nubia screamed.
It was a sound of pure pleasure, loud and unrestrained, and it drove me wild. I kept thrusting, harder, faster, grunting with the effort and the overwhelming sensation. My hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as I pounded into her.
Her hands found me, one grabbing the back of my neck, pulling me down, the other grabbing my ass, urging me deeper.
"Don't you dare stop," she commanded between moans. "Deeper!"
I lost track of time. There was only the sensation of her body, the sound of our coupling, the smell of sex and arousal filling the room. Her pussy sucked me in with every thrust, clenching and releasing in a rhythm that was driving me toward the edge.
After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, I felt my cock start to tremble. I was close, so close, and I could tell she was too. Her moans had become higher, more desperate, and her pussy was clenching around me almost constantly.
"I can feel your cock trembling," she gasped, her eyes meeting mine. "Release it in me. Give me a child of three worlds."
Something about those words, about the permission and the demand all at once, pushed me over the edge. I reached up and wrapped my hand around her throat, squeezing gently but firmly. Her pussy immediately clenched harder around me, and I felt her whole body tense.
"You're mine now," I growled.
My cock exploded, pumping what felt like an impossible amount of cum deep inside her. At the same time, her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, and she screamed, loud enough that I knew everyone on the island could hear, and I didn't care.
I felt her coming, felt the rhythmic contractions of her pussy milking every drop from me. It was her third orgasm, I realized dimly. I'd made her come three times, and we'd barely started.
We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies still connected. Not a single drop of sweat appeared on either of our skin, our enhanced physiologies keeping us from that particular human weakness.
Nubia looked up at me, her eyes still glazed with pleasure, and said, "That was good, Caius."
Then she looked down at where we were joined, and I followed her gaze. There was a slight bulge in her lower abdomen, right where my cock was still buried inside her.
"You're still hard?" she asked, and there was genuine surprise in her voice.
I started to thrust again, slowly, feeling how sensitive we both were. "How much more do you want?"
Nubia smiled. a beautiful, satisfied, challenging smile. "Until you're satisfied."
For the next five hours, I fucked her like a wild beast as my cock kept hitting womb.
It was my first time, and yet my body knew exactly what to do. My pass life memories, with my Viltrumite instincts and powers, the pheromones, the biological imperative to breed, they all combined to make me relentless. We moved from the bed to the floor to against the wall and back to the bed. I took her in every position I could think of, and she matched me thrust for thrust, her Amazon stamina and strength making her the perfect partner.
She came over and over, and so did I, filling her again and again until I lost count. Her pussy never stopped being tight, never stopped feeling incredible, and every time I thought I was done, I'd look at her, flushed, satisfied, challenging, and I'd be ready to go again.
By the time we finally stopped, the sun had moved significantly across the sky. We were both thoroughly satisfied, our bodies humming with the afterglow of incredible sex.
We cleaned ourselves properly this time, taking a real bath together. The water was soothing, and Nubia was surprisingly gentle as she washed my back, her fingers tracing the muscles there with something that might have been affection.
"You did well," she said softly. "For your first time."
I felt my face heat up. "You knew?"
"I could tell," she said with a small smile. "But you have good instincts. And your body... it knows what it needs."
We dressed in silence. Nubia put on fresh robes, and I activated my costume, the nanotech fabric flowing over my body. As we prepared to leave, reality of post nut clarity started to crash back down on me hard.
What did I just do?
As we walked through the city toward where Queen Hippolyta was waiting. Every Amazon we passed stared at us. Some smiled knowingly. Others looked curious. A few looked... interested.
They heard us. Oh god, they all heard us.
I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. Nubia walked beside me with her head held high, completely unbothered by the attention. Of course she was, she was an Amazon warrior, a champion, someone who had lived for centuries. This was probably just another day for her.
But for me...
I just had sex. I just had sex with an Amazon warrior. I just had sex with Nubia, one of the most powerful women in the world. And I came inside her. Multiple times. So many times.
The reality of what that meant hit me like a freight train.
She's definitely pregnant. She wanted a child, and I gave her one. Multiple ones, probably, given how many times we...
My thoughts spiraled.
I'm nineteen years old. I'm too young to be a father. I wanted a woman like my mom eventually, but I didn't mean this. I didn't mean right now. I didn't mean getting someone pregnant the first time I had sex.
"Caius, are you okay?"
Nubia's voice cut through my internal panic. I realized I'd been quiet for too long, just walking beside her in silence while my mind raced.
"Yes," I said quickly. "I'm fine."
She studied me for a moment, her eyes seeing more than I wanted them to. But she didn't push, just nodded and continued walking.
We reached an altar in one of the more secluded parts of the city. It was a beautiful structure, carved from white marble and decorated with offerings to various gods and goddesses. Queen Hippolyta stood there waiting for us, her expression serene and knowing.
She looked at me, and I felt like she could see right through me, could see everything that had just happened, everything I was feeling.
"Is your mind clearer now, Caius?" she asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
I was so embarrassed. The looks from the other Amazons, the knowledge that they all knew what Nubia and I had done, the reality of what it meant, it was all crashing down on me at once.
I creampied Nubia so many times. Mom, Diana, and Donna are gonna kill me
"Caius, are you okay?" Nubia asked again, her hand touching my arm gently.
I realized I'd gone quiet again, lost in my thoughts.
"Yes," I said, forcing myself to focus. "I'm fine. Just... processing."
Hippolyta's expression softened slightly. "It is a lot to take in, I know. But you handled yourself well, young one."
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
"Now," Hippolyta said, her tone becoming more businesslike, "to the matter you came here for. I sent a message to the other Amazon tribes, and they have information about your HIVE Academy. And more."
She handed me several papers, actual physical documents, not digital files. I took them, grateful for something concrete to focus on.
"Some of our fellow sisters have been kidnapped by them," Hippolyta continued, and her voice carried an edge of steel. "So they were willing to help, as long as you can promise them a seat at the table when making a plan."
I read through the papers quickly, my enhanced vision and processing speed letting me absorb the information rapidly. My eyes widened with each page.
HIVE had pipelines all over the world. Safe houses, training facilities, black market contacts, political connections, financial backers. The scope of their operation was staggering. They had their hands in everything from human trafficking to weapons development to political manipulation.
"This is information I don't even think Batman completely has," I said, looking up at Hippolyta in amazement.
She smiled slightly. "The Amazons have been around for a very long time, Caius. We have eyes and ears in places your Dark Knight has never even considered."
"Of course I'll let the Titans and the League know," I said quickly. "And yes, absolutely, the Amazon tribes will have a seat at the table when we plan our response. This is their fight as much as ours."
Hippolyta nodded, looking satisfied. "That is good to hear. We await your word. But know this, the other Amazon tribes might want to have an agent or two join your operation directly. I just ask that you be patient with them. They are not used to working with men."
"Understood, Your Majesty," I said.
There was a pause, and then Hippolyta's expression changed slightly, becoming more serious.
"As for the other matter," she said, "I prayed to the goddess, and Hermes has delivered my message. They want to meet you."
I blinked. "They?"
A voice answered from behind me, warm and amused. "She speaks of us, boy."
I turned around quickly, my body tensing automatically.
Two beings stood there, and the sheer presence they radiated made it immediately clear they were not human. Not even close.
Nubia and Hippolyta both bowed deeply, their heads lowered in genuine respect.
"Lady Psyche," Hippolyta said, her voice reverent. "We thank you for joining us."
I looked at the woman first, and my breath caught.
Beautiful didn't do her justice. She was ethereal, otherworldly, the kind of beauty that made you think of concepts rather than physical features. Her skin seemed to glow with an inner light, and her eyes held depths that suggested she could see directly into your soul, which, given who she was, was probably literally true.
She wore flowing robes that seemed to shift colors as she moved, and her long blond hair floated around her as if moved by an invisible breeze. There was a gentleness to her presence, a warmth that made you want to trust her, to tell her your deepest secrets.
She was Psyche. Goddess of the Soul.
I knew my Greek mythology from my past life, had studied it extensively. Psyche was the mortal woman who had married Eros, who had completed impossible tasks and been elevated to godhood. She represented the human soul, the journey of growth and transformation.
But it was the man next to her who made my instincts scream danger.
He was large, easily six and a half feet tall, with a rugged, masculine face and a powerfully muscular physique that somehow avoided looking bulky. His body was perfectly proportioned, the kind of build that came from actual combat rather than just training.
His skin was tanned, and he wore bronze armor that looked ancient but perfectly maintained. A burgundy cape billowed behind him despite the lack of wind, and there was something about the way he stood, the confidence, the barely contained violence, that made it clear he was a warrior in the truest sense.
His hair was short and black, and when the light from a nearby flame caught his eyes, I swear they shone crimson.
But more than his appearance, it was the pressure he radiated. It pressed down on me like a physical weight, trying to intimidate me, trying to make me bow or back down or show weakness.
I instinctively pushed back against that pressure, refusing to submit.
Psyche spoke first, her voice calm and polite. "I am Psyche, goddess of the soul. And this," she gestured to the man beside her, "is Ares, god of war."
Ares walked toward me, his steps heavy. He stood over me by a good three to five inches, using his height to loom, to dominate the space between us.
"So," he said, his voice deep and carrying an edge of challenge. "Nothing to say?"
I swallowed, trying to keep my voice steady. "Hello, Lord Ares?"
Ares sighed, and I saw frustration flash across his face. "Your mother really said nothing about me?"
I blinked, confused. "No. Should she have?"
Ares stared at me for a long moment, his crimson eyes boring into mine. Then he spoke, and his words shattered my understanding of everything.
"Listen here, pissant. I'm your mother's father. Which means I'm your grandfather."
My eyes widened. My mouth opened, but no sound came out.
"What?"