Pull Wonder Woman to her room and fuck her before passing out
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You rise from the viewing throne abruptly, your divine presence radiating command. Wonder Woman looks up at you with desperate, worshipful eyes, her hand still gripping your thigh.
"Come," you order simply.
Diana stands immediately, her enormous exposed breasts swaying as she moves. The throne room continues to echo with the moans and screams of orgasming Amazons, poles gleaming with their arousal as they dance endlessly.
You stride through the palace corridors with Wonder Woman following close behind, her breathing already ragged with anticipation. She guides you to her private chambers—a spacious room overlooking the Mediterranean, decorated with ancient Greek art and weapons mounted on walls.
The moment the door closes, Diana falls to her knees before you. "Please, Lady Jane," she breathes, her aristocratic voice breaking with need. "Please fuck me while I think about my slutty Amazon sisters cumming on their poles like the whores they are."
You grip her dark hair and pull her head back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. "Tell me what you really think of them."
"They're bitches," Diana gasps, her gold-ringed eyes wild. "Centuries of pretending to be noble warriors, and look what they really are—strippers who can't stop cumming. Mother's up there right now, that whore queen, climaxing over and over while she grinds on brass like she was born for it."
You pull her to her feet and tear away what remains of her business suit. Her perfect Amazon body is revealed—enhanced curves, flawless skin, muscles honed by millennia of combat training now redirected entirely toward serving you.
"On the bed," you command. "Face down."
Diana obeys instantly, positioning herself with her ass raised, thighs spread. You can see her arousal glistening between her legs. Your divine cock manifests, already rigid, and you position yourself behind her.
"Beg," you order.
"Please fuck me, Divine Empress," Wonder Woman whimpers into her pillows. "Please use me while my sisters dance like the sluts they always were. Please make me cum thinking about how you've reduced the mighty Amazons to nothing but exotic dancers who orgasm from pole tricks."
You thrust into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely. Diana screams into the silk, her entire body convulsing. You establish a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving deeper, claiming the Princess of Themyscira as thoroughly as you've claimed her island.
Hours pass in a haze of divine pleasure. You take her in every position—on her back with her legs wrapped around you, bent over furniture, pinned against walls. Each time she climaxes, she cries out about her transformed sisters, her vocabulary growing cruder and more honest.
Finally, as dawn approaches, you reach your own peak. Your divine essence floods into her, marking her irrevocably as yours. Diana collapses beneath you, unconscious from the intensity.
You pull her close and allow sleep to claim you both.