you and wonder woman sit on the throne installed for cuddling while you did so while Hippolyta uses the pole that replaced her throne and discuss what you want the Amazons to do in your empire
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Servants have installed a wide viewing throne positioned perfectly to observe the central pole. You settle into the plush seat, and Wonder Woman immediately nestles against your side, her exposed breasts pressing warmly against your arm as she drapes herself across you with comfortable intimacy.
Queen Hippolyta grips the brass pole that now stands where her golden throne once sat. Her cage bodysuit gleams in the morning light streaming through tall windows. She begins to spin, her enhanced body responding instantly—within seconds her hips are grinding against the metal as the first orgasm hits.
"Divine Empress," Hippolyta gasps between climaxes, her voice strained but clear. "The adjustment has exceeded all expectations. My warriors integrate pole work into every aspect of daily life—combat drills, weapon practice, even conversation pauses." She executes an inverted spin, her thighs squeezing tight. "We've discovered the orgasmic state actually enhances combat focus through pleasure-induced clarity."
Diana's hand strokes your thigh possessively as she watches her mother perform. "Look at that whore queen," she murmurs against your neck. "Cumming while she gives her report like the slut she is."
"Excellent work," you tell Hippolyta, ignoring Diana's commentary. "I have new instructions for Themyscira's purpose in my empire."
Hippolyta transitions to a climb, her body shaking with another climax. "Please, my Goddess. Command us."
"Themyscira will become a luxury resort," you announce. "Exclusively for my harem members. No one else. Your Amazons will provide every service—hospitality, entertainment, relaxation."
"Yes, Divine Empress," Hippolyta moans, her movements never pausing despite the intensity of her orgasms.
"Contact Victoria Blackwood immediately," you continue. "She'll assess what skills your warriors need—resort management, culinary services, spa treatments, concierge work. She'll also determine what facilities must be constructed."
"I understand, my Goddess." Hippolyta descends the pole in a controlled slide, her thighs trembling.
"One critical requirement," you emphasize. "Your warrior culture remains sacred. Combat training continues. Your Amazons will master resort hospitality AND maintain their fighting capabilities AND perfect their pole dancing. All three, simultaneously."
Hippolyta's eyes burn with devotion even as another climax wracks her body. "We will not fail you, Divine Empress. Themyscira will become the finest resort across all your conquered worlds while our warriors remain the deadliest fighters in existence."
Diana shifts against you, her breathing growing heavier as she watches her mother's endless performance. "She'll spend eternity cumming on that pole now," she whispers. "Every report, every meeting, grinding away like the stripper she's become."