Based on the stories featured in the Wonder Woman comic book, Volume One, issues #279-281, by Gerry Conway and Jose Delbo, and Volume Two, issues #105-108, by John Byrne; told now without any damn censoring. DISCLAIMER: The following story is an adult-themed parody of the DC Comics's Wonder Woman comic book. Wonder Woman and all related characters are property of DC Comics, a Time Warner company, and no copyright infringement is intended. The author received no payment for this story, and no money is to be earned by its distribution. He has no dough to get sued off anyway.
WARNING: The following story contains adult themes and explicit descriptions of extreme sexual events. NO MINOR SHOULD READ THIS. Most so-called adults shouldn't, either. If you are below your country's age of legal majority, kindly bugger off. No animals or household objects were hurt during the writing of this story.
WONDER WOMAN: THE MORGAINE AFFAIR PROLOGUE: DEVIL INSIDE
"DON'T- OH, HERA! NO-DON'T-! DON'T-! DON'T STOP! OH, YES! HARDER! YES!" cried out the beautiful, dark-haired woman, as the massively-muscled being hunched between her long legs increased the already furious tempo of his thrusts, pumping his engorged penis in and out of the drenched depths of her sex with inhuman power and speed.
"OH, HERA! YES! YES! HARDER! DON'T STOP! YES!"
Alternating high cries with deep gasping moans, Diana, Princess of Themyscira, known to the world as Wonder Woman, matched her partner's savage pace with equally feverish ardor, lifting her hips eagerly to meet his every impaling motion, as her body wantonly demanded more. She groaned loudly as the massive phallus slid even deeper into her in response, with a new, stronger thrust that drove nearly a foot of thick, hot meat inside her. Only her superhumanly high pain threshold and the copious fluids product of her excitement could allow her to endure such extraordinary penetration and its brutal stretching of her tight vaginal passage.
Impaled even deeper and harder by the rock-hard shaft pumping relentlessly into her, Wonder Woman began again to approach her point of no return, her intense pleasure building to explosive culmination. Yet once again, just before she achieved her climax, her lover stopped and drew back, his oversized member retreating almost all the way out of her. She cried out with frustrated excitement as his penis withdrew back until only the large head remained inside her, its pulsing mass just past the tender entrance to her vagina.
"NO-NO! NO, YOU BASTARD! DON'T STOP! NOT NOW!" Diana groaned, wrapping her strong legs tight around his thick waist, and pulling, trying to bring him closer to her again, to draw him back deep inside her, back where she wanted him, where she needed him. But leaning forward, he bit down on her erect left nipple with sudden viciousness, his sharp fangs grazing blood from the edge of her swollen aureole, making her yelp with soft pain and surprise, and thus shifting her concentration away from the desperate longing burning in her loins.
With a sharp tug of his clawed hand, he pulled on her long, lustrous hair, while his large mouth opened wider to engulf much more of the tempting roundness of her large, firm teat in his maw. He hungrily bit and sucked on her full breasts and hard nipples, and on the graceful curve of her long neck; tongue and teeth alternately caressing and punishing her firm but soft flesh for long minutes before he allowed his thick penis to slide back into her aching sex, when the interruption and rough ministrations had already taken her to a new plateau of pleasure from which to start building anew toward a higher level of orgasm.
"You-You tease!" she protested, unsure of whether to be incensed or delighted.
His eyes burned with unearthly fire, and his deep voice growled:
"Ill served would such Beauty be By actions crude and fast Glorious mating of Amazon and Demon Should be made to last."
"I like crude and fast," Diana muttered breathlessly, with a growing smile. "Why else fuck a demon?"
The grotesque demonic creature roared his laughter, as his thick over-muscled frame mounted over the taut and graceful body of the beautiful Amazon Princess. The union of such an unlikely pair was questionable indeed without knowing what had come before.
PART ONE: WORKING GIRL
"These pieces, however, are Mycean in origin," said the tall, black-haired woman addressing the crowd in the Gateway City museum's auditorium. "Notice the graceful art depicting feats of bull-jumping, which, as performed by consecrated virgin maidens, was more a religious ceremony than a sport, yet-"
Few of the many young men among the crowd paid much attention to her scholarly words. They were too busy staring.
Princess Diana of Themyscira wore a plain white dress flowing loose over her shapely body, but even if her long, shiny cascade of hair and the face it framed were not enough to entrance most people, her every movement, despite the unpretentious attire, still called irresistible attention to the prominent bosom moving fetchingly beneath the cloth, or to the rest of her spectacular physique. Some things just could not be downplayed.
Cassie Sandsmark pursed her face with disgust at the number of disgusting lechers leering at Diana. Could they be any less obvious?
Wonder Woman had taken residence in Gateway City just a few days ago. Helena Sandsmark, Cassie's mother, had not only offered Diana a job as visiting lecturer on Greek art at the Museum; to Cassie's surprise, the famous Amazon Princess had been invited to stay as guest in their house while she searched for a place of her own. To Cassie's even greater amazement, the most famous superheroine in the world had actually accepted.
Mom had been so excited about the publicity it would bring the Museum that she had even forgotten to ground Cassie as promised, for that last bit with the dusty vase that had really nearly fallen down on its own, and was really hardly her fault at all. But Cassie had not wanted to leave the house anyway, not with Her coming in to stay. Screw the Mall, she has decided instantly. The arrangement not only gave Cassie the unique chance to get to know the surprisingly friendly Diana, it also propelled Cassie into celebrity status of her own at school, with everyone wanting to know about her famous houseguest. But the ceaseless bugging from guys asking to come over with the dumbest excuses soon got old, and Cassie now felt constantly irritated by how most people would always behave around Diana. It was really pathetic. Had no one ever seen before a drop-dead gorgeous real Amazon Princess and world-saving superheroine?
The present batch was no different. Eyes nearly bulged like in a cartoon, shamelessly following every motion of those long legs or that rounded, hard bottom, or the impossibly bouncy big tits.
Cassie realized that she was staring, as well, and looked down, with self-conscious embarrassment.
"So, how was your first time?"
"Oh, fun," Diana said, with a big, dazzling smile. "Most times I speak in public it's about big, serious issues that people feel guilty about and of which they'd rather not be reminded. To speak about art and its history is a refreshing break."
"Great!" Helena Sandsmark said with a broad smile. "The trustees are so excited about this. We may get a budget expansion this very year!"
"But I can only do this occasionally. My duties as-"
"Oh, we'll work around your schedule!"
Cassie snorted. How could Diana remain so cheerful when they were using her as an obvious figurehead? She was so angry at her mother.
"Professor Sandsmark," a young assistant asked, entering the room. "Ah, Ms.-um-Wonder-?"
"Diana, please!"
"Uh, there was a delivery. For Ms... uh, Diana," he said, trying not to feel ridiculously inadequate while looking up at the angelic face with the large blue eyes. He looked down, and found further embarrassment as he faced the swell of her bosom, pushing out the cloth of her dress. He looked further down, and found safety in staring at his own shoes. Meanwhile, two other men laboriously brought into the workspace a large cylindrical parcel wrapped in plain brown paper.
"For me? Strange," Diana said, easily hoisting it off the hands of the tired museum employees. Taking it to a side of the room, she unwrapped it.
"A carpet?" Cassie asked.
"Tapestry, actually. But it's not from my area of expertise."
"There's no return address," Helena noticed.
Once unrolled, the large rectangle of worked cloth depicted a scene of conflict in faded colors, with armored warriors engaged in combat.
"That's European medieval," Helena added. "Norman, maybe. It's an odd piece, too."
"Who could have-?" Diana began as she carefully touched the tapestry with an extended finger. At the contact, bright reddish light exploded from the cloth, filling the room.
"WHAT-?"
One by one, the medieval warriors featured in the tapestry began to step out of the flat surface, seemingly as live and solid as any of the astonished bystanders. With guttural shouts, they blandished their ancient metal weapons and attacked.
"Didn't I tell everyone to leave?" Diana asked, brushing blackened fibrous remains off her torn and charred dress.
"I was in the other side of the room! How could I walk past those creeps?" Cassie protested, though she knew that the desire to see Wonder Woman in action had been her real motive. "And using the Bunsen burner was my idea!"
"That is true," Diana recognized. "You saved the day, Cassie."
The ancient warriors should have been no match for Wonder Woman, but as animated constructs born of the magical tapestry, their bodies had shown the power to break apart into shreds and reform after her blows and throws, allowing them to recover and attack again and again. Only Cassie's idea to use a nearby Bunsen burner against them and the tapestry had allowed their destruction by means of fire.
"I did, didn't I?" Cassie asked with a big smile. "So I'm your partner now, right?"
"The tapestry and its spawn failed, Mistress," the gnarled old man grumbled uneasily, in a tongue from before the Normans, before the Saxons.
"I suspected it would," a soft female voice answered in the same old language. "I wanted to measure her, test her. She is so powerful and vital, so... so beautiful!"
"That she is, Mistress."
"It is time to use the Rhymers."
PART TWO: NIGHT CALLS
Princess Diana walked along the long central corridor of the Gateway City Museum, her sight lingering on the exhibits showing deteriorated statues of the Greek pantheon, thinking how they differed from those in the temples of her native Themyscira. She was dressed in her full Wonder Woman outfit, the gold-plated bustier pressing tight the fullness of her bosom, the brief star-patterned bottom only partially covering shapely hips and buttocks. The indestructible golden lasso hung coiled by her side.
Helena Sandsmark had just left, to join her daughter Cassie who had been sent home hours before, despite her protests. Helena was still shaken by the incident of the tapestry, Diana knew. She wondered if they were having second thoughts about associating with a public figure who faced constant and plentiful dangers.
Perhaps the idea to work as visiting lecturer had not been wise after all, Diana recognized.
They had spent the last hours to search the museum cautiously, seeking any other artifact of unaccounted origin that may be a possible source of danger, like the tapestry had been. But none had been found.
Diana had decided to remain in the museum a while longer, wanting to do a last walk-around, and unsure that going to the Sandsmark home was sensible as well. There was a sense of impending danger that she still could not shake, a feeling of ominous doom.
When the skylight shattered and the red and yellow garbed creature fell on her, it was almost a relief.
Cassie fumed in her room, her face buried in a pillow, angry at the unfairness of it all. She had helped Diana. She had saved the day. Diana had said it herself. Mom had no right at all to send her home like a kid.
She wrinkled her nose and wondered where the smell of rotten eggs came from.
The creature's bile-yellow skin, fanged mouth, and pointed, flaring ears, would have given his demonic origin away easily, but Wonder Woman had already crossed paths before with Etrigan, the Demon, though not in direct opposition. She had jumped aside in the last moment, and his body shattered the ceramic floor when landing on all fours on the museum floor. A mere instant later he sprang again, powerful muscles bulging through the garish red tunic covering his barrel-like body as his clawed hands reached out for her, but the dark pits of his eyes appeared strangely muted from the fiery intensity Wonder Woman remembered.
She moved forward, grabbing the outstretched thick arms. As she pulled and twisted in a tight arc, he was swung around and slammed against the ground, making ceramic fragments again fill the air. The blow still echoed as she took to the air, holding on to him, taking both up through the shattered skylight. She could not allow a destructive fight to take place among the invaluable objects of the museum, but such consideration made her lose the gained initiative, as Etrigan twisted in her hold, and spinning himself about, he kicked viciously at her with both feet.
Wonder Woman grunted in pain and let go of his wrists.
Breathing out slowly, Helena Sandsmark entered her house, feeling the weight of the day's events lessen as the familiar surroundings filled her awareness.
Hopefully Cassie had fixed dinner like she was supposed to, Helena mused, and the smell of sulfur in the air was not a hint of some culinary disaster.
The fight on the street behind the museum was fast and furious. Etrigan's demonic strength matched Wonder Woman's own, and the advantage of her flying power was compensated by his power to create bursts of demonic hellfire. To keep him from igniting an inferno among the surrounding buildings, she sought to contain the fight, so he would not shoot wide and high blasts that would hit vulnerable dwellings after missing her. As it was, the pavement of the street was melting into a tarry sludge at several points and a dozen cars were already enveloped in flames.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" she shouted, dodging yet another burst of fire capable of melting steel. "WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME?"
But all demands for an explanation of the attack got no response. Etrigan pressed on his attack without a word; no threats or boasts at all. From what Wonder Woman knew, this was very uncharacteristic. There was also a certain stiffness to his movements, that coupled with his atypical silence, gave Diana much to consider.
She picked up one of the ruined vehicles, throwing it at him, and his clawed hands tore apart the metal hulk in midair as if being paper. But that had been only the feint. The golden lasso broke the sound barrier as it flashed through the air, its noose tightening around the demon before he could move away. Fire immediately enveloped the creature and rushed through the length of the taut lasso, towards Wonder Woman.
The Amazon Princess ignored the lasso turning red-hot in her hands, and shouted out: "WHAT IS THIS ABOUT? WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME? WANT DO YOU WANT?"
Etrigan's grotesque face twisted in apparent agony, the demonic features turning even more hideous, before he finally screeched:
"NO PAWN CAN ETRIGAN BE! ETRIGAN WANTS TO BE FREE!"
Light exploded from his forehead and he collapsed to the floor.
Keeping her hold on the lasso despite its lingering heat, Wonder Woman approached the crouched creature warily, as deep laughter began to shake his body.
The contours of a strange, faded symbol smoldered in the middle of the demon's forehead as he looked up, and his eyes burned with a different kind of fire, far wilder and more devious. His mouth widened in a fanged grin.
"Amazon's toy did the trick Cursed Witch's brand gone When lovely mouth orders speak. Forced fight is now done."
"Forced fight-? Who forced you to fight me? A witch? Was it Circe?"
"Know not of whom Amazon Beauty speaks Etrigan's old foe likely guilty one Of Trapping Demon into helpless pawn The binding spell of Gaelic magic reeks."
The demon had to be answering truthfully, Diana knew, as the lasso still held him. But that did not make his words clear or helpful. The lasso could not make a being betray its intrinsic nature, and deceit was inborn for Etrigan's kind.
"What is the name of this Gaelic witch?" she demanded.
"The name? Etrigan can say 'Tis Morgainne, Morgainne La Fey-"
Wonder Woman frowned. The name was familiar, but not from personal experience. A sorceress from old myths she knew only from casual reading. It made no sense.
"Why did she order you to attack me? What does she want?"
"A woman's mind Is just her own to know Amazon must find Herself her new foe."
"I freed you from her power, Etrigan. You owe me far more help than this."
"Gratitude shan't ever hold Demon-born in thrall Though wisdom no such demand would dare For such a luscious beauty, Etrigan now shall Warn Amazon for her own to care."
Wonder Woman blanched as the implication struck her.
Helena. Cassie.
"She bested Etrigan, Mistress," the old man said with an edge of awe and fear in his voice.
"Yes. Just as I expected. Just as I hoped," the woman in gold armor said, her voice quavering with totally different emotions to those of her servant. "Ah, she is so strong and beautiful...!"
"NO!"
Diana kicked open the door to Helena's room, and the stench of sulfur hit her like a solid presence.
The creature holding the unconscious Helena Sandsmark was nude but for the thick fur covering his goat-like lower body. Dark green skin shone with an oily sheen, showcasing his over-muscled arms, inhumanly wide shoulders and chest, and the contrasting bulging belly. Long ridged horns curled up from a bald head, deep-set eyes glowing red around an aquiline nose. His mouth bared long fangs in a wide grin, and a long forked tongue darted out.
"Ah, tasty indeed the Amazon is Mayhap she'd deserve Baal-Satyr's lust to please-"
Wonder Woman ignored the demonic creature's words when springing forward, focused on the priority of removing Helena from the monster's grasp, but a sudden blast of hellfire threw her backwards, to strike the room's wall.
"Alas, maiden so fine Best met be next time."
"NO!" Diana cried out as sulfurous smoke filled the room in the wake of an eldritch conflagration. Helena and the demon were gone, vanished before her eyes.
The smoke then gathered into unnatural shape, becoming a glowing glamour, the shimmering image of a woman completely covered by elaborate golden armor.
"The woman will be dead, Princess of the Amazons, unless you do my bidding."
"What happened? Where's Mom?" Cassie asked with a shaken voice, the paper bags from a local fast food franchise dropping from her hands.
"I-I don't know. Not yet. But I will," Diana said, pulling the trembling girl into her arms. "And I'll bring her back unharmed. That I swear."
PART THREE: SEALED WITH A KISS
Sorry, Diana,< the distorted voice of Oracle said through the Justice League communicator. >Zatanna's off in a road trip with this British kid, some novice magician, it seems. There's no way to-<
"And Doctor Fate?" >Tried to locate him already, but no luck. The JSA-<
"Who else is there then?" Diana asked, anxiety overriding her usual composure. There was no time to lose, as each second gone endangered Helena more and more. Even if she could fly to Themyscira in time, it was doubtful that Megala the Amazon sorceress could achieve what was needed. "Who else can track a demon?" >There's this man in England who-<
"There is no time! I need someone closer!"
Oracle went silent for a long pair of seconds before speaking again: >I have Jason Blood's address.<
"Wonder Woman?"
Jason Blood, hastily dressed in a stained bathrobe, staggered back as the Amazon Princess strode forward into his darkened apartment, her demeanor brooking no complaints.
"You must help me. I need to find a demon."
"What?"
"My friend Helena has just been abducted; by a demon working for Morgainne La Fey."
Blood blinked hard. He would have been handsome if his weary eyes had not held such deep-rooted despair. "What demon?"
"Baal-Satyr, he called himself."
"Another Rhymer," Blood muttered, with just a hint of relief in voice, before shaking his head. "I can't help you."
"You must! You-"
"It's beyond my skills. You need Fate, or the Phantom Stranger-"
"There's no time. I need Etrigan."
Blood stepped back and deep anger filled his voice. "Etrigan? That's madness! I can't-!"
"Etrigan just fought me. He had been controlled by Morgainne as well, but I freed him. She's our common enemy then, so he should-"
"You're deluded if you think Etrigan will help you. Damn it! He's a demon! He-"
"Fire must be fought with fire."
"Spare me the bullshit. I won't-"
"I'm not asking you," Diana said harshly. "I will ask him."
"Don't-!"
"Gone, gone form of man," Diana recited, clenching her fists. If Oracle's information was correct, and the incantation worked, there was no way back now. "Reveal the visage of Etrigan!"
"NO!" Jason Blood screamed. After a horrifying paroxysm of curses, painful cries, and unearthly energies shifting flesh in impossible ways, the man was gone, and in his place stood Etrigan, the Demon.
"'Tis thou again, my dear? Our distance could not bear?"
Diana had yet to finish explaining when Etrigan started laughing. It was a bark-like, ugly sound, full of cruel mockery.
"Stop that," Diana said. "An innocent is in danger, and you-"
"Innocence's a myth wholly-"
"She will die!"
"Humanity's given fate is to die Thou ask for help in your folly For Etrigan to care, I ask why?"
"I freed you from Morgainne-"
"Amidst our scene of strife, That trifle saved thine life."
She moved fast, as fast as the gift of Hermes allowed. Channeling her anger through strength, she slammed her forearm against his throat as she took him down, while the unbreakable magic lasso looped tight around him.
"It may be your life if you don't help me."
The red pits of his eyes stared directly at hers, and Diana saw only amusement in their depths, before his gaze moved down, and his expression changed as he stared at her cleavage.
"Etrigan's death is thine friend's doom 'Tis just one way to earn Etrigan's boon."
"Earn? What do you mean?" Diana asked. Bound by the lasso, Etrigan had to tell the truth, demon or not. "How can I make you help me?"
"To change that human's fate? The Princess must be my mate."
Wonder Woman asked for no elaborations, needing none. It was not the first time she heard such a demand.
"Just once," she said dryly. "After the rescue's done."
"Judge Etrigan wiser! Is so little life worth? Why be a miser?"
"I'm not a prostitute, Demon. You are the one selling your services. I will not haggle. You want my body in order to help me? You'll get it. Once, just once. And only after I judge that my friend is safe. You have my word on that."
Etrigan ran his gaze over the Amazon's tall and curvy body. His eyes lingered first on the prominent bust packed tightly in the gold-plated bodice, then moved down her tapering torso and the rounded hips to stare at the darkened junction between the muscular thighs. His tongue licked his fangs with overstated relish.
"Anticipation grow sweet For appetites to meet."
"Then we have an agreement?" she asked, ignoring his deliberate attempt to discomfort her. She knew well how most males reacted to her physical appearance, and was not flattered by crude leering. But despite the distaste and anger at the compromise Etrigan forced upon her, it was a relief to have found a way to find Helena and her captor, and its cost was insignificant compared to the alternative. Unpleasant as Etrigan's crude lust was, she would just deal with it later, and would not even think of its implications yet. There were far more important matters deserving her concern.
"Though the allowances be few Quite worthy is the offered coin But for Amazon's quest to join Etrigan deems an advance due."
"Advance?"
"To prove such commitment not weak As show of good faith's fitting For Amazon's lips on Etrigan's dick-"
"No."
"As well on Etrigan's wand May do a damsel's busy hand-"
"NO!"
"Amazon's own choice then offer From treasures of body's coffer So Etrigan can then see That willing Amazon'll be."
"A kiss," Diana said. "Nothing more."
Etrigan's eyes narrowed, and he smiled.
"Other lips would be first guess Yet those of mouth appeal no less Sweet such a fee is Thus Etrigan agrees."
"Let's get it over with, then," Diana said curtly, pulling her lasso back, to stand calmly, hands on hips, as the yellow-skinned, thick-set creature approached her with a fang-baring grin.
Diana trusted Etrigan would not lose interest and back on his word after only a kiss, knowing well how deeply others could desire her body. If anything, he may get more interested, and she judged a kiss was not a big thing to yield. After all, they had already kissed once before. Some time ago, the sorceress Circe had sent Diana to a dark plane of nether-existence, where she met Etrigan as fellow captive in a hellish dungeon. He had kissed her while she was unconscious, with a violence that instantly awoke her, but just after that sudden contact, both escaped to follow their own paths, and she had never thought of it again.
It had not been so awful, Diana recalled. She could do it again. For Helena.
Standing before her, his bald head nearly level with hers, Etrigan placed one hand on her neck and another on her rounded behind.
"Just the kiss," Diana said, moving his hand up to her waist.
In response, he pulled her to him, surprising her with his strength, and his thin, yellow lips met hers in a deep, ravenous kiss.
Should have stated that no tongue was allowed, Diana thought, flustered, as his long and inhumanly flexible appendage entered her mouth, probing insistently. His hard, stocky body pressed against her, and his strong taste filled her awareness.
She let her eyes close, just for an instant. Diana gasped loudly as his mouth finally left hers, moving to her neck instead, surprised to realize her arched back was now against a wall and his hand had slid down back to her knead buttocks, without her recalling it just when it happened. His other hand pulled on her hair as his mouth moved even lower.
"Enough."
Etrigan sat up on the floor where he landed after her push, and his eyes glittered as he licked his lips.
"I said just a kiss," Diana said. "Nothing more."
His eyes moved to fix on her still-heaving chest, and her face grew warm, knowing that her twin nipples were poking visibly even through her metal-plated top.
"Let's go," she said, willing her breath to slow down. "We have work to do."
Etrigan just smiled even wider.
PART FOUR: HELL IS A STATE OF MIND
"Where is she? WHERE IS SHE?"
"You gave her until dawn, Mistress," the old man said timidly. "Maybe-"
"My magic should be able to place her! Yet it won't! Like she had vanished from the world! WHERE IS SHE?"
Wonder Woman and Etrigan materialized in a burst of sulfurous smoke on a tendril-like rock formation snaking away in gnarled fashion through a vast, smoky expanse of grayish sky, with only similar formations visible in the distance. None had a visible end or beginning.
Shaken by a sudden wave of disorientation, the Amazon Princess moved down to a crouch, grabbing the rocky surface of the impossibly long bridge-like formation. The world felt unstable around her, uncertain even of the actual directions of up and down. She wondered whether she try risk flying in such an environment.
"Where are we?" she asked.
Etrigan shrugged.
"Nowhere Everywhere."
Without further elaboration, the Demon began to walk along the rock tendril in what seemed an arbitrarily chosen direction, and she cautiously followed him, needing to again crouch for support several times as gravity seemed to shift orientation randomly along her path. After a long while of such traveling, Etrigan tried to casually engage her in lewd conversation, but she declined politely.
"How much farther?" she asked.
"Closer than a while ago Farther than an hour before Time changes fast or slow."
Diana frowned. Could she trust Etrigan?
"Do you really have to talk like that?" Diana asked.
"Privilege Rhyme is among Demonkind Of status high as any Hell may find."
After another silent stretch, the Demon began to sing impossible scatological songs of debatable humor, that actually shocked the Amazon Princess with the extent of the perverse imagination involved. Mala, her best friend in Themyscira, might have liked them.
She was pondering the impossibility of the a stanza, and whether Etrigan's rhymes could deliberately be so awful , when they were attacked. The winged creatures, grotesque mixtures of reptilian and human, screeched loudly as they dove with clawed limbs held before them, for the Amazon Princess and her demonic ally.
Wonder Woman dodged and struck hard with one fist, sending her attacker careening away. Several paces away, Etrigan laughed as he caught and disemboweled another of the creatures. Diana pursed her lips. Whatever these beings were, she would not kill them unless absolutely necessary.
Her lasso flew out and trapped one of the attackers. Planting her feet solidly, Diana began to twirl the bound creature around in a wide circle, using him to strike at its companions, forcing them to retreat in confusion.
She felt a sudden flash of heat behind her, and turned in time to see one of the creatures fall at her back, consumed by fire.
"Thank you," she told Etrigan.
Etrigan's eyes narrowed before replying:
"Save thy thanks Never a favor Etrigan does Only protection Of investment from loss."
"Yonder lies The castle of our foe Close as bird flies Beyond road would go."
"Doesn't appear very prosperous," Diana said, looking at the ugly fortress precariously built on a crumbling boulder that floated among the clouds, a mile away from their path. "Is it a demon-fashion thing?"
"That kind of abode all the rage once was Before The Morningstar to Dream gave His Key But meager value such real state now has."
"So this demon fell on hard times?"
"Baal-Satyr once held fearsome fame But working for a human witch Is for a Rhymer a most low shame." "How do we get there?"
"Funny thou may ask why When 'tis thou who can fly."
Dust and dislodged rocks scattered in many directions as Etrigan and the Amazon Princess struck the craggy bottom of the floating rock. Before they could drift away, both grabbed handholds in the irregular surface.
"Sorry," Diana whispered. "It's hard to compensate for the variable gravity."
Etrigan grunted and crawled away, sniffing loudly, and after a while, he stopped and gestured for her to come closer. He had found an opening to a deep shaft that disappeared far into the rock, its inner faces coated in stained metal, all impregnated with a foul stench hinting at its nature. Etrigan entered first, digging his claws into the slime-filmed metal to gain purchase. Wrinkling her delicate nose in disgust, Diana followed.
"Baal-Satyr may be a bore But at security he excels Except for his backdoor."
Diana grimaced after Etrigan's whispered explanation, knowing the description of their route of access was quite literal. If she had held any doubts, they would have been dispelled by the sudden rushing sound and subsequent downpour of fetid, dense fluids that almost washed both back along the shaft.
Etrigan peeked out of the latrine, and slid out with surprising stealth for his bulk. Coated with sticky residue, Wonder Woman stepped out next, careful to avoid slipping from the slime on her boots and on the floor. Etrigan did not appear much bothered.
"We must locate where my friend is being held," the Amazon whispered, wiping slime of her face with the back of her hand as they stepped into a dark corridor.
"Amazon is welcome to look In every cranny or crook Etrigan first the foe engage Earning well the agreed wage!"
"Maybe we should pool our strengths instead of-"
"Etrigan needs no help Against such sorry whelp!"
As Etrigan strode forward haughtily, the stone floor collapsed under his feet, a wide shaft opening to a long drop him into the nebulous open space under the fortress. The demon's arms flailed about desperately as he cursed loudly, but the walls were too far apart to allow him purchase, and he fell away into the distance.
"ETRIGAN!" Wonder Woman called out, throwing out her lasso automatically, even as she used her flying power to float above the floor's opening, knowing that to rush after the Demon could lead both farther into the trap. But before the golden lariat could reach the falling demon thick smoke erupted around the Amazon Princess. She had believed the waste shaft's stench to be bad, but it paled against the fumes now surrounding her. She fought the urge to throw up and struggled to retain her balance in midair, and heard Etrigan shrill screech fade far below.
Wonder Woman returned to consciousness in a torch-lit cell, half-sitting, half-reclining on a stone bench covered with dirty straw and coarse rags. Massive chains emerging from slots in the grimy walls were fastened to restrains on her wrists and ankles, keeping her limbs spread out awkwardly, while the bloated figure of Baal-Satyr loomed over her.
The Amazon almost pulled instantly against her chains, to break free, but stopped just in time to notice the figure on the cell's opposite wall. The unconscious Helena Sandsmark hung limply, also bound with chains disappearing into the walls. Frowning, Diana moved one of her arms slightly, tugging on the chain binding her, and saw one of Helena's restrains move in mirrored response. She cursed under her breath.
Baal-Satyr laughed softly, his eyes glowing with glee as he stared at the bound Amazon Princess, obviously admiring her body, the graceful contours fetching even in her forced posture.
"Break free at thy will And the woman thus kill."
Ignoring her captor, Wonder Woman carefully studied her surroundings, looking for a way to escape that would not tear Helena apart in the process. She saw her magic lasso carelessly left in a corner, far from her reach. At least it had not been used to bind her. There seemed to be no way Helena could escape on her own if awakened, Diana knew, so it would be best to also spare her the awful realization of her situation as long as possible.
"What did Morgainne promise you, demon?" Diana asked at last, pressing her back to the wall behind her and testing carefully the small movements that the chains allowed her, clenching her teeth as she saw Helena jerk with each motion. "Anything worth becoming servant to a human?"
The demon snorted a merriless laugh.
"Baal-Satyr would serve none But Witch's plan may use To replenish old powers gone And see enemies status lose."
"Great, politics," Diana muttered. "What did she offer? What if I could match it?"
"Much may thee offer But oaths once spoken Must not be broken."
"Let Helena go, then. You already have me."
"Hostage was her role But her life or death The Witch never told Just her useless carcass to hide But her fate now thou can decide."
"What do you mean?"
The demon moved closer to her, and his gaze ran over her body, saliva dripping obscenely from his fanged mouth.
"Indeed thy beauty's great Beyond that of mortal shape."
Diana did not feel any beautiful, soiled as she was with drying dung and piss, but still cringed inside at the demon's words, and where they obviously lead.
"I may be held for now, demon, but you would regret trying anything on me."
"Ah, such fire! It fuels my desire."
"Come closer, then, if you dare," Diana spat, having given the warning honor demanded, knowing that if he sought to abuse her, she could make him pay dearly without needing to pull the chains much at all.
"Baal-Satyr for a fool would take? For deal with the Witch to break? But for a cat's skin to flay There is more than just one way When a mortal's life's at stake!"
The creature gestured towards Helena with a hand, and hellfire erupted from it, the wave of fiery flame stopping mere hand-spans away from the helpless woman.
"NO!" Diana cried out, barely keeping still. "DON'T HARM HER!"
"The Witch bid no harm be done To the Amazon's virtue or health Lest the Agreement be undone But no provision was ever made If by choice would yield such wealth."
"Damn, can't your type ever think of anything else?" Diana asked, shaking her head.
PART FIVE: TO DEAL OR NOT TO DEAL
Diana cursed silently. She had tried to negotiate for Helena's release and their return to their world, but Baal-Satyr would not go against the terms of his deal with Morgainne, and her attempts to gain time through arguments were dismissed. The demon knew he held the upper hand, and Diana flinched when another hellfire burst came dangerously close to Helena.
"If you kill her, your life would be forfeit was well," the Amazon threatened, but the demon shrugged without apparent worry.
"Death may long stay away While fire eats human flesh And both as captives stay."
Diana clenched her teeth, staring at the green-skinned demon with narrowed eyes. He was taller than Etrigan, with even wider shoulders, and chest and arms bulging with muscles, but his stomach bulged disproportionally, hanging unsightly over a hairy lower body resembling a goat's hindquarters. His neck was thick as a bull's and his face was long, with narrow, slanted eyes under a bony, hairless brow sloping to thick, ridged horns twisting above his head. Impossible as it may seem, considering what she had been through, he seemed to smell far worse than she did at the moment. Yielding her body to the base blackmail of this hideous creature made her agreement with Etrigan appear almost desirable in contrast, and still it may not ensure Helena's safety in the long run.
"Now voice Thy choice."
Fire reached dangerously close to the unconscious woman, and Diana knew she had to gain time.
"I shall not resist, then, demon. Let her live, and do your worst on me."
"The Amazon must clearly ask Baal-Satyr in thine charms to bask!"
"What? I have to ASK you?"
The cell was filled with the light of another fire-burst.
"Damn you," she muttered, closing her eyes in barely controlled anger, before adding tersely: "Then, demon, fuck me. I ask you to fuck me."
"For arrangement not to fail Must specify actions in detail."
Diana blinked fast, surprised. Did the demon expect her to request his specific actions? To state just what he had to do to her? It was madness. Yet she saw his eyes hold an obvious sense of expectation. It had to be a fetish of his, she decided.
"Come closer to me," she said, seeing opportunity take shape. "And take my boots off."
Grinning, the demon crouched down before her, and his sharp claws tore through the tough leather of her high boots in order to slide them off her feet without disturbing the restrains on her ankles or doing more than graze lightly her skin. Diana pursed her mouth. It had been worth a try.
He looked up at her, expectantly.
"Fine," she said. "Now lick my toes."
"Now lick higher, slowly. Yes. Now stop there. Now the other leg. Slower."
Baal-Satyr's long tongue slid all around the contours of Wonder Woman's long leg, elliptically moving over the lengthy expanse of soft-skin covering her muscular limb.
"Stop. Don't go higher," she said, as he reached the supper part of her inner thigh, and she felt her lower body tense nervously. "Now go back down, slowly. Yes, all the way down."
The sensation of the demon licking all over her legs, and repeatedly coming close to her loins, was deeply disturbing, but the act was relatively innocuous and it kept busy while she pondered a way to escape. Also, his eager lapping happened to be cleaning the filth covering her skin, as well, though knowing the nature of the substances involved, Diana was shocked by the way the demon seemed to relish every lick.
"Suck my toes now," she said. "One after the other."
She blinked fast and bit her teeth, as he complied. It tickled.
There was not enough slack in the chains to allow her to strike or grapple the demon, she knew, even if he got a lot closer to her, which she was loath to allow. But there had to be a way.
"The other foot, now."
Superman could have freed Helena with heat vision, but Wonder Woman had no such long-range powers, and her strengths appeared useless to solve the problem. Even her lasso was gone, lost along with Etrigan, but not even it would have been useful now.
"Again."
The demon looked up, and frowned.
"Enough is this, What else now Would thy will please?"
Diana frowned as well, before replying: "My left hand. Such each of its fingers, and then... Lick my arm from wrist to shoulder. Slowly and go no closer than that."
The demon obeyed, coming closer than ever to her before moving to her side, and as his mouth sucked on her left thumb, she had to will herself to relax, to keep from clenching her fist. She could rip through his palate then, but it would not keep him from killing Helena in instant reprisal, and hardly had enough range of motion to grab at his hair as he moved closer. But there had to be a way, Diana thought, shivering and fighting the urge to squirm with ticklishness as his tongue ran along the underside of her firmly toned arm. Such a ridiculous instinctive reaction under the current dire circumstances only angered her further.
"Stop there," Diana said, as he reached her torso. "Move down along the side." With her back to the wall, she was running out of harmless places to yield to the demon's touch. "Now go to my right side."
The demon stepped back, his eyes glowing with rising excitement, before moving closer to her other side. Diana pursed her lips. He gave her no chance to try a head-butt.
She glanced for an instant at Helena, seeing her total helplessness, knowing time was running out. There had to be a way.
The demon stepped back, his smile hateful.
"What more Tis in store?"
Dare she ask the demon to kiss her in order to attempt knocking him unconscious with a forehead butt against his face? The idea of his mouth on hers, of actually tasting him, was repellent, even if he had not just licked much of the refuse coating her. But it was too dangerous. She had little leverage and did not know how strong he truly was. The massive bony brow that overshadowed his sunken eyes could protect him, even if he were less hardy than Etrigan.
"Lick my neck," she said. "Slowly."
She did not hold back a shiver as the demonic tongue ran along her long neck, and she sensed how the demon chuckled softly at that.
"Under my chin. Back along my jaw. Now... Lick behind my left ear, slowly. Ah... Yes, there."
She butted him as hard as she could, aiming for his temple. Baal-Satyr staggered back, shaking his head. The blow would have shattered stone, but the demon was unharmed.
"It tickled," Diana said immediately, as he looked up with eyes blazing. It was true, even if her reaction had been deliberately exaggerated and timed. "Will you try again? The other side?"
His eyes narrowed with suspicion, yet desire won over caution and he nodded. But as he approached again, he grabbed her head with his hands, keeping her still as he dove for her right ear, ruining her chance for a second attempt. Diana squirmed as his long tongue licked first behind, and then inside her ear.
"Bite my earlobe now."
She should have attempted to bite at his neck instead, she thought angrily for a moment, but knew that even if she could have performed such a savage attack, it may not have been an instantly killing move, and her foe could have blasted Helena before perishing.
"Bite my neck now," she said. "Gently!"
She prayed in her mind to Athena for wisdom, for the insight she needed, but the goddess would not heed her.
"My shoulders, now. No, don't go lower. Not... yet."
Later, when she could delay it no longer, she added: "A bit lower, then. Not that much. To the side, now."
She looked to a side as his tongue finally reached the top of her breasts, not just because of his long horns. There was always a way, she thought. She just had to find it.
He kissed and licked at the swell of her large teats bunched by her tight bustier, and his tongue slid to probe the cleavage formed, and the faint hint of an aureole at the top's very edge.
"Grab my breasts through my top, too," Diana gasped, knowing she had to keep him entertained at this point as long as possible, while her mind raced again and again through the meager options available, but soon she recognized his impatience peaking as his kneading grew more urgent, until bordering the painful. She breathed deeply and closed her eyes. "Pull my top down. Slowly."
"No, don't touch them," she ordered, as Baal-Satyr eagerly pulled the gold-plated bustier down, exposing the full roundness of her breasts. The demon stared hungrily as the twin orbs bounced fetchingly for a pair of seconds after being freed of their confining enclosure. "Not yet... Pull the top lower. Lower. To my waist. Now kiss my stomach."
Her strong abdominal muscles tensed, reacting to the heat of his mouth even before the touch of his lips. Unbidden, hands encircled her slender waist as his mouth and tongue caressed the contours of her lean torso, and he probed hungrily her almost nonexistent navel before finally he squeezed her waist with an abrupt motion and looked up, expectantly.
She held his gaze for a moment, and breathed deeply before speaking.
"Just let your tongue brush the undersides of my breasts at first," she said tensely, wanting to slow his progress as much as possible. "Ah... Slower."
His tongue ran under the roundness of the prominent teats, licking where their firm flesh met the torso, and lapping up, making each one jostle slightly in turn with understated power.
His hands squeezed her waist again. Diana looked up from him and stared at Helena, far before her.
"Move up now. But don't touch the nipples yet."
His lips and tongue ran on the remaining roundness of her bosom, kissing and licking at the firm, trembling flesh and the deep valley between their fullness, just stopping near the slightly raised aureole of each hard pink nub crowning the mounds.
"Use your hands, too. Ow. Gently, damn it. And no nipples yet."
The torchlight flickered in the cell walls, as Diana looked around her, searching for something, anything.
"Now... Knead and bite harder... Ah! Not that hard! Better... A bit harder... Yes. Go on."
Soon the squeezing and biting became far harder to endure and she knew she had to relinquish the present stage's final token.
"Stop a moment," she sighed. "Now just let your lips brush my nipples. One after the other. Just brushing."
She noticed uneasily that her nipple reacted to the very first touch by becoming much harder, the repeated, fleeting contacts soon making both fully erect despite her anger and disgust. She could not avoid involuntary reactions, she knew, yet wondered if slowing the pace like this was really helping much at all. But she then shook her head. She needed time to think, and had to earn as much of it as possible. She could not give up.
"Bite now," she said finally, when she could delay it no longer, and gasped as the demon's sharp teeth fell furiously on one hard, sensitive nipple. He nibbled furiously on each erect nub while again squeezing and tugging at the round teats surrounding them. Repeated motions apparently he considered fair game.
After what felt both like much too long and far too short, his mouth left her sore, saliva-coated bosom, even if his hands kept squeezing rhythmically both teats, their firm flesh yielding softly in his strong grips. He was panting heavily, his tongue dangling out, and his eyes sought hers, burning with anxious fire.
He wanted more, and she had yet to kiss him, she knew. His mouth came close to her face.
"Go down," she rasped. "Between my legs."
The demon smiled widely and complied. Diana swallowed hard.
"Don't remove my bottom yet. Just touch me first, over the cloth. Yes, like that," she said. "Now... Damn. Lick me over it. Yes."
She winced as she felt his tongue touch her mound, but she would rather have his lips on her sex than on her mouth. In some strange way it felt far less intimate, more removed.
His hands moved to her tense thighs as he lapped with growing insistence at her cloth-covered crotch, and she knew that in any other instance she could have trapped his head between them and snapped his neck in a simple twist. But she could not dare to even move her legs closer from her spread-eagled position.
Baal-Satyr growled, and bit impatiently at her through the cloth over her crotch.
"Slide it aside and continue."
The demon dove forward with a fury that seemed almost bestial in its wild abandon. Diana closed her eyes and barely held back a gasp, but soon had to let it escape, surprised to discover just how inhumanly long Baal-satyr's tongue was.
Long minutes later, she was forced to recognize that her heavy breathing was no accident. Even giving just the most perfunctory of instructions, mostly to make the demon slow down, to rein back his ravenous sucking and licking at her sex, the powerful stimulation was having an undeniable effect on her. Perhaps even the fact of her having to guide the events, with such an unusual meld of authority and passiveness, had helped make her feel more susceptible to the oral caresses.
It did not matter. It was not the first time a foe made her feel aroused. It was inevitable to a degree considering the present situation, as despite her reluctance she would naturally request the kind of caresses of what she considered suitable foreplay. But she would not let it keep from focusing on what was important.
His hands gripped her thighs tighter than necessary, and she knew more was needed. As her position had allowed, he had already licked, kissed and sucked her from mound to anus, and his tongue had already forced its way inside her, so further probing was the next unavoidable step.
"Use now one finger, just one," she rasped after swallowing hard. "Oh! OW! SLOWLY, DAMN IT! SLOWLY! Yes, slowly... Careful... Ow... Just a bit deeper. Oh, damn, how big are your fingers?"
The demon did not reply as his mouth was busy lapping insistently at the damp folds of her swollen labia, his tongue running deftly along her moist slit. His thick index finger then started to penetrate deep into the tightness of her silken vagina, and Diana closed her eyes and let her head fall back, wincing in pain, and welcoming it, letting it remind her of the nature of her ordeal, of the base nature of her foe, even if the pain did ultimately become enjoyable in its way.
She began to breathe faster as the invading finger probed even deeper, hooking slightly up to press on the front inner wall of her sex. Just then his tongue rubbed at her swelling clitoris as it emerged from its hood, and a shudder ran through the Amazon Princess.
"There! Just there!" she gasped, blushing deeply at such unnecessary encouragement, but her response to him was undeniable, and nervously she wondered is she could let the awful, evil fiend make her climax. Her arousement did make the situation more bearable in many ways, but how would it help Helena? If it grew unavoidable she may have to accept it, but she needed to delay the demon, to goad him into making a mistake, and the distraction of an orgasm was hardly suitable.
"More fingers," she muttered, even if the demon had not requested yet further escalation. "Get more of your fingers inside me now. Do it hard." If her anger and distaste at her foe was not enough to keep her focused and detached, additional pain may help offset the growing pleasures, she decided. The demon complied, driving two more thick fingers forcefully into her wet tightness, to join the initial invader. Gritting her teeth, she decided that more was needed. "Put another in my anus, now."
She gasped loudly as Baal-Satyr forced a massive digit past her back passage's sphincter, making the pain in her loins grow tenfold. But to her astonishment, the pure pleasure growing in her increased equally, the double probing making her react even more intensely to the joint stimuli, enhancing dramatically the sensation of being penetrated.
She almost climaxed at that point, but shaking her head violently, she held back, refusing to let it happen.
"Stop," she ordered. "STOP!"
The demon looked up, frowning.
"Time for... more," Diana gasped, breathing with difficulty.
Baal-Satyr stepped back, puzzled. He had not tired yet of her delicious flavor or the exciting, sensuous way her magnificent body reacted to every touch, but keeping her dictating the path to follow was part of what made her surrender delicious.
"Kiss me, you bastard," she said, staring at him, at his demonic horned face and grotesque, bulging-belly body. She had to do it, to remember how hideous and repulsive he was. "Kiss me now."
The demon smiled. Rising on his goat-like legs, he came close enough that his protruding belly pressed to her torso, just below her breasts. She could had head-butted him them but it failed to cross her mind before his mouth met hers hungrily, the long demonic tongue reaching to the back on her throat. His rank smell almost made her retch the instant he closed on her, but it was forgotten as his powerful taste and intoxicating sense of sheer maleness suddenly filled all of her consciousness, and she kissed him back, first with timid reluctance and then with anxious abandon. Still unable to move in her bounds, she arched her back to press her chest forward, seeking to rub breasts and aching nipples on the hard pectorals over his unwieldy stomach. While their lips, tongues and teeth fought for dominance in the shared caress, the demon embraced her tightly, his oversized belly squashing against her taut midsection, and reached to grab her trembling buttocks firmly, before in a single lunge he pushed his loins against her, joining them in painful instant of fluid connection.
Only her powerful sense of self-discipline kept Diana from instinctively jerking her arms and legs in violent reaction as the demon impaled her, the penis piercing her in a single motion with savage efficiency, before he began thrusting with inhuman strength and speed. Pressed hard against the wall behind her, so that its granite mass shuddered with the thrusts of her demonic ravisher, Diana pulled her mouth away from the demon's kiss, gasping for breath, outraged, shocked and yet excited by the violent assault.
"OH-OH-OH! DAMN! DAMN YOU! OH, HERA HELP ME! DAMN YOU DEMON, I DID NO-OH-OW!-DID NO-OH-ASK FOR THIS!" she protested, yelling out her anger and pleasure.
The demon laughed his reply:
"NO WORDS WERE NEEDED FOR REQUEST BE HEEDED!"
"DAMN YOU! OH, GODS!" Diana moaned. Even if Truth for a demon was a flexible thing, she knew it was partially right. Revolting as Baal-Satyr was, morally and aesthetically, he had excited her physically, and at a primal, carnal level, she had indeed desired him. That did not mean she would have given in to such lust but it was now academic, as his hard member pumped deep inside her, shocking in its volcanic heat and size, a huge red-hot poker relentlessly piercing her at the core, as big as any of her most monstrous past lovers.
Her legs and arms trembled with effort to remain as motionless as possible, even as Baal-Satyr's thrusts banged her against the wall behind her, and Diana saw that across the room, the still unconscious Helena was moved like a rag doll by the shocks carried through the chains binding them together. The demon groaned and grunted in delight, and Diana made no effort to hold back her own voice, but even as her body was carried away by growing pleasure, her mind still raced, seeking desperately the solution needed. Whatever it was, it needed to be done soon, Diana knew. Even if Baal-Satyr exploited his advantage to take her several successive times more, once his lust or energy finally ran out, then he would likely deliver her to Morgainne, leaving no assurance that he would not harm Helena.
She was missing something, she knew. But what?
The demon started thrusting even faster and harder, likely approaching his climax, and Diana's arched her torso and threw her head backwards violently as the pleasure spiraled out of control in her flesh. The sound of her head striking the stone wall behind ringed in her ears, and she cursed her foolishness even as her climax finally exploded.
"OH, GODS!" Diana moaned, pleasure filling her body and mind. Her vaginal muscled contracted powerfully in the spasms of her orgasm, clenching the thick shaft impaling her, and Baal-Satyr growled as he climaxed as well, pumping red-hot seed into his beautiful captive. In that same instant, still yelling out her delight, Diana focused on her flight power, and pushing off the demon's trembling frame, propelled herself backwards with irresistible strength, shattering much of the wall behind her. Entering the previously hidden shaft that channeled the chain throughout the dungeon's walls, the Amazon's arms gained several valuable inches of slack and her hands managed to grip the chains binding her, to crush and twist the thick metal links with localized precision.
"Uh?" Baal-Satyr asked in surprised confusion, having fallen forward over Wonder Woman among scattered rocks when she made her move, his pulsing penis still lodged partially inside her. The Amazon Princess reached out with her now-free hands and calmly grabbed his head, lunged forward and struck his nose with her forehead. As he staggered back, their loins separating awkwardly, she drew her arm back and threw a powerful right cross that knocked him down.
Wonder Woman knelt to carefully break the chains on her feet, before she stood up and strode forward. She tossed her long hair to a side by a twist of her head to shake off the dust and pebbles, and smiled at the dazed demon.
"Was it good for you too?"
Baal-Satyr got to his knees unsteadily, covering with one hand his nose as it bled dark-green ichor.
"What? How?"
"You could have ejaculated outside me, you bastard," Diana complained while she freed Helena. "You people are all the same."
"How dare you? You are mine now, woman! I took you! I possessed you!"
"Oh, please," Diana said, placing Helena gently on the cleanest bench to be found. "We just fucked." "You screamed and moaned as I filled your snatch with my seed, as I made you my slut, my cum-hungry slave! Despite all your arrogance, I broke your resistance and made you my fuck toy! I'M YOUR MASTER NOW!"
"Oh, big deal," Diana shrugged, starting to arrange her clothes back into place, feet spread in a combat position between Helena and Baal-Satyr. "I'm not that hard to satisfy. With the right moves and equipment, even a bloated toad like you can do it."
"YOU SHOULD BE ON YOUR KNEES BEGGING FOR MORE, FOR THE RIGHT TO SERVICE ME!"
Wonder Woman's foot struck out and sent Baal-Satyr to crash against the farthest wall of the dungeon, where he collapsed in a heap.
"No one is THAT good. And you forgot to rhyme again."
"Ah, Yon complaint is false... Ah, what rhymes with-?" he mumbled. "Fuck it... You'll pay for this, bitch."
"That's your idea of post-coital chatting?" Diana asked as she slammed the demon face down on the floor, restraining the hand that had begun to smolder with growing fire. "I doubt you get many second dates."
"Dirty whore," he groaned. "I shouldn't have been gentle with you! Should have treated you like the bitch you are!"
"I doubt it'd have made the sex much better."
"YOU DAMN SLUT! YOU CAME AS I FUCKED YOU!"
Diana sighed. "Yes, I did. So? You weren't that bad, I recognize, but honestly, I've had better."
"WHAT-? AARGH-OW!"
Baal-Satyr whimpered as the Amazon twisted his locked arms painfully, tying him with multiple loops of the dungeon's chains, in a posture without any leverage to stand up, much less escape.
"Whatever I did was just for my friend's safety. If I happened to come it was just incidental. No amount of sex, no matter how great it may be, can make me any man or creature's possession, understand?"
She then added her golden lasso, encircling his neck with it, and pulled it tight, making his eyes bulge.
"You think that just because you're a good lay, your actions are excused? It's idiotic! And why blackmail anyone into sex in the first place if you have a great cock and know how to use it? Yes, you're a demon, but if you found me attractive, instead of despicably coercing me into sex, you could've ASKED me."
"Uh?"
"You could have offered to help me with Morgainne, and maybe I'd have slept with you, anyway."
"Really?"
"Perhaps, after a couple of dates. I'm not that hard to get at times, but... Well, first you'd have needed to get a bath, and lose the unsightly belly."
"A bath?"
"You'd be much more attractive that way," she said with a shrug, pushing his head back down with a bare foot while tightening the golden lasso around his neck. "But you certainly got off to a wrong start, instead, and name-calling did not help any. Now tell me, what does Morgainne plan?"
"Will you then-?"
"I have the upper hand, now, demon." The lasso grew tighter. "Just reply, if you value your life."
"The Witch wants you."
"For what?"
"She wants your body."
"Gods! What is it with everyone?"
"You're beautiful beyond compare and-"
"Cut it out. Too late for that. What exactly is-?"
The metal door of the cell suddenly exploded into the room with a burst of hellish fire. Diana instantly moved to protect Helena, as a figure rushed in with a loud roar.
"LET THY SORRY LIFE BE FORFEIT IN THY OWN LAIR IF HARMED WAS JUST ONE OF THE AMAZON'S HAIRS!"
"Your timing could be improved, Etrigan," Diana said, relaxing her stance. Several paces away, a bundle of heaped chains and the golden lasso's empty noose marked where Baal-Satyr had just been. Wisps of sulfurous smoke still lingered from his escape.
Etrigan approached Wonder Woman, and his wide nose flared with loud sniffing, his brow furrowed.
"Had to stop for a piss Much did Etrigan miss?"
PART SIX: FULL BODY MAKEOVER
The old mansion lay at the center of a wide, heavily wooded state in the outskirts of the city, its rusted old gates showing no evidence of recent use. The dark windows showed no hint of occupation, either.
From the cover of the woods, Wonder Woman examined the place carefully, pondering the next step to be taken. The crumbling mansion appeared uninhabited, but Oracle had traced its ownership to a recent purchase by a man called Gnarly, who Etrigan had identified as a servant of Morgainne.
The dawn deadline given to the Amazon Princess by the sorceress was just a couple of hours away, but although Helena was now recovering from her ordeal at a facility monitored by Oracle, with Cassie also safe at her side, it was possible that Morgainne could ignore that she had lost that leverage. Etrigan believed Baal-Satyr would keep from reporting his failure until being asked directly by Morgainne, so if she still expected Wonder Woman to surrender without a fight, it would afford an element of surprise.
"Let's risk it," Diana whispered.
"MORGAINNE! I'M HERE!" Wonder Woman called out.
"Welcome, Amazon," Morgainne's voice resonated with an ancient accent in the moon-lit courtyard. "Let go of your weapons."
"My weapons-?"
"Your lasso, Amazon."
After a brief hesitation, Diana obeyed, throwing her coiled lasso to a side. She looked up, and barely jumped in time to avoid the blast of eldritch energy that charred the cobbled surface where she had stood.
She took to the air, but to her bafflement she faced not Morgainne, but slender man in a dark linen cape, rune-covered hands and a blank expression. Etrigan unleashed a blast of deadly demonic fire at him, but the man deflected it with a gesture, a star-pattern of glowing energies appearing around his hand, and a sigil on his forehead glowed bright in resonance.
"Arion, that is Wizard of Atlantis!"
Wonder Woman dodged more badly-aimed sorcerous blasts from the wizard, clearly also enslaved by Morgainne, when suddenly she heard Etrigan howl loudly in agony. She saw him fall to his knees, and rushed to his side, but the telltale buzz of Arion's gathering energies spurred her to turn and lift her wrists just in time for her bracelets to block a barrage of blasts that almost threw her off her feet. Holding her ground, she prepared to attack Arion, when Etrigan silently fell on her back, another sigil newly glowing at the nape of his neck.
Wonder Woman's first thought upon wakening was that a second control rune must have remained on Etrigan, to be later activated, and that she had foolishly fallen into Morgainne's trap. Cautiously, remembering the past situation, she tried to move, but found that her limbs were bound by shackles of sorcerous energies that resisted her strength.
"Your bonds feed on your own power, Amazon," a weak voice said. "Feel free to struggle."
Reclining in a cushioned divan was Morgainne, encased fully in golden armor carved with complex, overlapping runes; only her eyes, shinning with clear anxiety, were visible. A small wizened man attended the sorceress, bringing her vials of strange potions to drink through straws with minimal motion. They were in a large windowless chamber, a basement most likely, in whose other walls were several other figures, bound much like Wonder Woman was.
"You noticed my other guests," Morgainne said, voice barely above a whisper. "You just met Arion, former High Mage of Atlantis, and likely know some of the others."
The light from a dozen bluish torches rose brighter, and the other prisoners became clearer to distinguish. Diana's eyebrows rose in surprise at their identities. Bound next to the limp Etrigan and Arion was a bearded man she knew as Vandal Savage, followed by a tall man in a dark suit, cloak and hat: the enigmatic Phantom Stranger. The last prisoner was a bald, wrinkled man in a strange military uniform.
"You know the Stranger and Vandal Savage," Morgainne explained. "And that is General Immortus, who like the others has cheated death for far longer than man can remember."
"Immortals?" Diana asked.
"All are known to have survived the ages. All are here for the same purpose: to help me endure time's burden."
"But aren't you immortal, too? You've already lived for centuries if the legends are correct."
"My arts have fought off death and the ravages of age since the fall of Camelot, but each second the battle becomes fiercer. Now, at long last, I'm near defeat," she said, lifting a hand mere inches off the cushions, and her frailty became painfully evident. "Even with this sorcerous shell, all my power is being spent in survival, and will ultimately fail. Only by siphoning vitality from those with true immortality or longevity, with a spell that will soon lose its efficiency, have I endured the past weeks, while I searched for the key to everlasting life and youth."
"Please save your strength, Mistress," the wizened man pleaded. "You don't need to explain-"
"Oh, I do. I feel the need to proclaim my victory, for I have finally found what I needed: none other than an immortal female warrior, a legendary Amazon!"
"You think you can steal immortality from me?"
"Oh, no. I want more. Much more."
Diana just blinked and found herself elsewhere. The terrain was cloudy, blurred from her senses, and her limbs, freed now from all fetters, moved with a sense of distance, of detachment from her awareness.
"Welcome again, Amazon, to our final battleground," Morgainne said, her voice now strong and vibrant, as she strode gracefully to face Wonder Woman, a massive broadsword carried with ease in her hand.
"Where are we?"
"Your graveyard," Morgainne laughed, and with a loud yell, charged at Wonder Woman.
Diana dodged the sword stroke and swept Morgainne's lead foot with a low kick, but had to jump back from a wide swing of the blade before being able to take a control position over the sorceress.
Morgainne rose and charged again, with better posture and control of the sword. The Amazon blocked the strike with her left bracelet, and lunged inside her attacker's guard, trapping the lead sword arm between torso and arm, and striking simultaneously with a carefully controlled punch to the jaw. Morgainne's head jerked backwards, but she did not fall. Instead, she grabbed Diana's right arm, and tried a low sweep kick at her feet. Overstepping it, with Morgainne's sword arm still under her armpit, Diana reversed the wrist hold on her right hand and spun in a tight arch, pulling her foe to the ground in a graceful takedown. But as Wonder Woman tried to get over her downed enemy, Morgainne threw a fist with unexpected power at the Amazon's face. Shaken and momentarily unbalanced, the heroine was then thrown aside with a circular . Rising to one knee above Wonder Woman, the sorceress drew her sword back over her head for a downward stroke, but Diana drew her legs up and scissored at her enemy's legs and exposed torso, throwing her down.
Kneeling on mount position around Morgainne's torso, Wonder Woman easily ignored her foe's attempts to use her legs to get free. Morgainne had been emulating the moves used on her, but lacked now correct leverage for a scissoring reversal. With one slap and a single wrist twist, Diana made the sorceress release her sword, and leaning forward, grabbed and spread apart both of her armored arms.
"It's over," Diana said.
"Oh, no, not yet," Morgainne said, smiling, the armor around her mouth retreating as her head lunged up and her lips met Diana's.
Diana tried to pull her head back, but the golden armor had become fluid, rising to envelop them, bringing both together under a single flexible sheet. Attempting to escape, Diana just had both roll on the ground, tangled in close proximity while Morgainne kissed her hungrily, with a ravenous intensity nearing desperation. Bodies pressed against each other, flesh rubbing flesh, as if both were unclothed, and Diana could felt the warmth of Morgainne's flesh as if they both were one.
Suddenly, Wonder Woman's eyes opened. The restrains binding her had vanished, and her feet stepped forward hesitatingly, towards the center of the chamber, where Morgainne lay slumped on the cushioned divan, Gnarly by her side.
Diana tried to frown but could not. She had not wanted to step forward. Her hand rose to clench a fist, and she had not done it.
Gnarly came close, twisting his hands. "Mistress?"
"It is done. IT IS DONE!" Morgainne laughed with Diana's mouth.
PART SEVEN: DEMONIC POSSESSION
Panic threatened to overwhelm Diana's reason, as her body refused to obey her will, moving instead under the commands of the intangible other presence looming inside her head, the invasive mind of Morgainne the sorceress. The Amazon Princess was now a helpless and mute passenger inside her own body.
"Look at me, Gnarly!" Morgainne laughed, spreading Wonder Woman's arms wide apart. Looking down at the shape she had usurped with a wide smile, she ran her hands through the thick, long mane of hair, before moving then down over the curves of bosom and hips. "A body fit for a goddess! Matchless beauty, power and endless life!"
"You deserve no less, Mistress," Gnarly said, taking his eyes away with some hesitation from the prominent bosom in his line of sight.
"Maybe a bit too overstated for my taste," Morgainne said, glancing back at the prominent, rounded backside before grabbing her large breasts with both hands and squeezing them through her golden-plated top, making Gnarly cough spastically. "I did not need oversized globes like this to be beautiful before, but I should get used to them after a while."
"Ah, surely, Mistress. We'll get used."
"Ah! I can now feel my power returning to me, in all its might!" she declared, closing her eyes in rapture. "No longer wasted in sustaining my failing flesh! No longer bound by frail mortal shape! Now, with this glorious body at my command, I shall be more powerful than ever! More powerful than that meddling Myrddin ever was! More powerful than anyone who ever lived!"
With a gesture, Morgainne made the blue, red and gold outfit of Wonder Woman magically fall off her stolen body, revealing the fullness of its lushness. Gnarly nearly fell face down with violent coughing.
"This calls for a celebration," Morgainne said.
Diana struggled desperately to assert her will, to drive the sorceress from her head and regain control of her body, but pushing away the vastness of the sea would have been easier. She was impotent, adrift inside her own flesh.
"How does it feel, my dear Princess?" Morgainne asked out loud, though Diana could sense the myriad thoughts of wild glee on the surface of the sorceress' mind. "So helpless inside your former body? My body, now."
NEVER!< Diana protested, voicelessly. >YOU WILL NOT KEEP ME HELPLESS!<
"Oh, you shall soon vanish, dear. Only I will remain."
NO!<
"Only stubbornness allows you to cling here. Soon you will lose even that, forgotten and dismissed as the minor annoyance you are now."
NEVER!<
"Meanwhile, we shall see how you like the way I use your flesh, my flesh!" Morgainne laughed, and waving her hand at the wall holding her prisoners, she called: "Etrigan! Come now, and service your Mistress."
Diana could feel the dark lust filling Morgainne's mind, and was shocked to feel its echoes invading her own awareness. Or was such a desire always there and revealed only by the resonance with Morgainne's?
"Uh, Mistress?" Gnarly asked nervously, reluctantly looking away from the spectacle of the nude body now bearing Morgainne's mind, to glance at Etrigan as the shackles binding the demon disappeared. "Is this the proper time or... ah, situation to-?"
"Quiet, Gnarly," Morgainne said, sight fixed on the stockily-built demon approaching her. "For too long did Myrddin's pawn oppose me bitterly. I will enjoy using his formidable might to test my new body!"
"Err..."
"Even with my magicks, I could never dare before such a liaison, intriguing as it was, but now, with the Amazon's body, there is nothing I would deny myself!"
"Uh..."
"Shut up and leave," she added curtly, waving her hands.
Etrigan's clothing began to unravel.
Watching through shared eyes, in a body that ignored her will, Diana could not react physically to the sight of Etrigan unclothed, yet she was not any less startled.
It made Baal-Satyr seem stunted.
"Fuck me, Demon," Morgainne laughed. "Prove yourself worthy of being my slave, my toy! Hold nothing back!"
There were no preliminaries, no foreplay; Morgainne had asked for none. Her lust was like a volcanic eruption that exploded violently in her stolen flesh, fierce and unstoppable. Shocked, Diana wondered for how long had the sorceress been deprived of sexual satisfaction. It had to be centuries.
The penetration was sudden and brutal, impossibly and exquisitely painful, far beyond what either Morgainne or Diana had hoped or feared. Before the sorceress could even express her shock, Etrigan began to thrust with inhuman might that even in his controlled state met and more than matched Morgainne's wildest desires.
Morgainne's wordless screams filled the chamber in the first shocked instants before her mouth was covered by the demon's, muffling half-voiced protests and curses. Desperate demands in ancient Gaelic flashed through her mind, but even when released by Etrigan's mouth, her speech failed completely to voice even the simplest command, as she writhed and shook uncontrollably under the intense onslaught of overwhelming pain and pleasure. Unable to focus on any sorcery or even speak, Morgainne tried to physically push off the demon possessing her host body, but all her desperate efforts were futile, as her stolen flesh had nowhere the strength needed to resist the demonic ravishment, barely being enough to simply survive it.
Barely able to breathe, much less speak, Morgainne tried calling her elderly servant with flailing hands, faint gasps and panic-stricken eyes. But several paces away, peeking from behind the partially closed door, with his hand jerking spastically under his loosened trousers, Gnarly was too busy staring at the spectacle of the savage coupling to notice such subtle signals.
Even with Morgainne nearly unconscious under the brutal sensory overload of Etrigan's furious fucking, Diana remained unable to wrest control of her body. She was limited to experiencing every sensation of the savage sex with a total passive helplessness she had never known before. The pain and pleasure reached levels of intensity where Diana even worried for her life, and her every instinct cried out for escape, but she still refused her body, and Morgainne, access to superhuman enhancements. Like Morgainne had retained her sorcery after possessing Diana's form, the Amazon Princess had kept control over her powers, personal gifts from the Gods of Olympus, subject only to her will. As long as she could block the attempts to summon them, only her normal Amazon strength and resistance were available, greater than a normal human, yet still inadequate to safely endure Etrigan's power. The two of them could die under the furious battering of the copulating demon, but Diana was betting that she could resist further than the sorceress.
Finally, the pain became unbearable agony, and with a long, silent scream of fear and despair, Morgainne escaped Diana's body.
Instantly, calling upon all her superhuman strength, Diana hugged Etrigan with desperate urgency, letting her body match his fury, and with a violent shudder, she reached orgasm.
Etrigan the demon stepped back, his enormous phallus dripping copious fluids as it withdrew with an audible noise from the trembling body of the Amazon Princess. The glowing rune in the nape of his neck had already vanished.
"Played well Etrigan must The Amazon tell"
"Were not bad yourself," Diana muttered with a faint smile, still breathing heavily.
Blinking with disbelief, trying to fasten his pants' drawstring, Gnarly staggered towards the divan where Morgainne's golden armor now rested, empty but for grayish dust and the musty smell of oblivion.
"-When she tried to return to her body, it had already crumbled away, her magic having stopped sustaining it. There was nothing for her to return to," the Phantom Stranger told Diana, his voice characteristically soft and detached. Equally distant were the eyes under the shadows of his hat's lowered brim, not appearing to notice Diana's nudity while she dressed. She wondered whether he cared about such things.
"She wanted immortality," Diana said. "Yet I'm not even sure if I share the longevity and extended youth of other amazons; I was born centuries after the Purple Fire gave my people such gifts."
"Carpe diem, Princess. Care about how you live, not how long you live," the Stranger said, before turning towards the Morgainne's other captives, who were now slowly awakening.
"That may be easy for immortals to say," Diana mused.
The remaining former prisoners, baffled about what had happened, were dismissed by the Phantom Stranger, his enigmatic, ambiguous words making even the irascible Vandal Savage prefer to give up and leave. Then, after thanking the Amazon Princess, the Stranger left as well, taking the disheartened Gnarly in his custody.
Etrigan emerged from the shadows where he had remained hidden, and approached Wonder Woman. His wide mouth spread in a leering grin.
"Time has now come For payment be done"
Diana raised an eyebrow. "Payment?"
Etrigan frowned.
"In quest was Etrigan led By oath of sharing a bed"
"But we already have had sex, Etrigan. Don't tell me you've forgotten already. That would be insulting."
Etrigan's pointed eyebrows rose in surprise and then indignation.
"Surely not fair accounting can there be When neither Amazon nor Demon acted free!"
"Really? I agreed to give you my body once, after you had helped me defeat Morgainne. Morgainne was banished, and you certainly had my body. I'll be sore for a week after what happened. So technically, the terms of our agreement have been fulfilled, no?"
Speechless, Etrigan stared at the Amazon Princess, who stared back with a stern expression for a moment before her mouth broke into a dazzling smile. Leaning forward, she took Etrigan's face in her hands, and kissed him softly on the lips.
"You know," she said with a mischievous glint in her blue eyes as she pulled back, amused by his expression of bafflement. "Agreements can always be... renegotiated."
EPILOGUE: FRANKLY MY DEMON...
They had coupled for hours, in a relentless cycle of build-up and denial, as Etrigan repeatedly took Diana near orgasm with expert skill, only to stop each time at the last possible instant, denying her culmination. Each near-climax pushed her pleasure threshold further beyond what she had believed her limits were, making her even more desperate for release. Both were coated in gleaming, combined sweat from their exertions, and the wreckage of the surroundings, was evidence of the intensity of their passion.
After long minutes of caresses and slow thrusting, Etrigan's strong hands grabbed Diana's wrists tightly, and leaving her aching nipples, he bit with sudden fury the underside of a breast, just before violently thrusting again with all his inhuman power, driving fully into her tight sex. She cried out in momentary pain, but began to writhe and moan enthusiastically as he resumed pumping his thick penis into her spasming depths with wild fury. Even in full arousal, with her vaginal fluids flowing freely, superhuman resilience and recovery powers made Diana's sex contract back to its original tightness after just a second without full penetration, ensuring the continued tightness of her sex and the intense mixture of pain and pleasure as the enormous phallus stretched her deliciously again and again.
The need for culmination became an agony consuming her flesh that could not be endured any further. Focusing on the massive member impaling her, she clenched her powerful vaginal muscles, caressing and squeezing it, urging him towards his own release, wanting to share the intense pleasure he gave her, wanting both to finally achieve climax.
He groaned loudly with evident enjoyment.
"AAAHHHRGHHH! CUNT SOOO TIGHT >GROAN< TIME'S NOW RIGHT!"
"OH, YES! YES!" she cried out in joy as her orgasm built powerfully, inexorably, and their joint rhythm finally took them beyond any point of return.
With a roar, Etrigan ejaculated red-hot jets of semen inside the Amazon Princess with firehose-like pressure, and with a near-voiceless scream, Diana came at last, the explosion of near-scalding seed sending her far over that edge that had previously loomed so close yet so unreachable. Her whole body violently shook with the intense, long-delayed climax, while he continued to thrust furiously, groaning with his own pleasure, abundant thick jism spilling from her sex with each backwards motion of his phallus.
Still gasping, she pushed his thick frame to a side, inverting their positions without letting him miss a single thrust. Mounted astride him, while his hands eagerly squeezed her large round teats, she rode out the culmination of her climax, for what seemed like a delicious eternity, her muscular legs and buttocks convulsing rhythmically with pleasure. Her nails raked long red stripes in the tough, yellowish skin of his bulging chest and stomach, until with a final shudder, she collapsed over his frame, her climax subsiding at last, the intense fire of her pleasure cooling into a warm wave of bliss that bathed her body gently.
"Blessed Aphrodite, that was fantastic," Diana said breathlessly after a long while, resting her flushed cheek on her lover's wide chest, slightly dazed but still astride him, with his massive member throbbing inside her softly pulsing sex, and faint spasms racing through the muscles of her long legs.
Etrigan grunted weakly in response.
"You're really one hell of a lover," she added with a smile. "If I had suspected you'd be half this good, I'd have given you a much larger advance before, with no second thoughts."
"Tough deal thou were Amazon so haughty and proud Though Etrigan demanded loud To fuck right there."
"But wasn't it worth the wait?"
"Patience virtue is not Common among demon lot."
"But what about other of your... most useful virtues?" Diana asked, remembering Baal-Satyr's equally sizable endowment and skills with some embarrassment. "Are those common, too?"
"Ah! Finding a maiden the best Worthless is to ponder the rest."
"You're so vain," she said before kissing him deeply, caressing his forked tongue with hers. When she pulled back, he licked slowly her soft, full lips, in a gesture both tender and obscene. His still rigid rod remained held tightly within her sex, as an abundant mix of his jism and her secretions laying pooled beneath their joined loins, and he suddenly groaned as her powerful inner muscles gripped him like a vise.
"Ah! None ever Maiden or whore Fucked a demon So well before!"
"That's your sorry idea of a term of endearment?" she asked, squeezing her vaginal muscles even more powerfully. The demon yelped at the compression on his penis, and his clawed hands reached for her rounded buttocks.
"Words meant not to offend, Demon laments deal must end."
Diana noticed with both surprise and undeniable regret that the skies seen through nearby windows had already began to show the palette of dawn, and knew that their agreement was indeed almost fulfilled. She closed her eyes, and sighed. "It must end."
"One night Came and went, All too soon In pleasure spent."
He started kneading again her hard gluteus muscles, and she began to rotate her hips slowly in response, caressing the massive rod still embedded in her sex. Relinquishing the delicious intrusion of the large phallus nestled in her core was almost heartbreaking.
"That was the deal," Diana whispered, and trembled as he reached for her loins from behind, his expert touch sending shivers of pleasure through her frame, her body ignoring its weariness in its eager response, reaction that she knew was not lost to him.
"Yet surely Beauty truly so fine, Unless ingrate Can yield more time."
Diana moaned softly as clawed fingers slid between her wet folds, caressing the tender flesh, and then gasped sharply as one claw boldly teased her anal entrance, while his salivating mouth went again to her heaving breasts, his fangs biting roughly the stiff, sensitive large nipples, making her gasp loudly.
The evil bastard was truly good at this, she thought. Centuries of experience had obviously taught him how to please a woman, and he had more than pleased her. Few past lovers, be it men, gods, aliens, or beasts, had satisfied her so fully, while still leaving her hungry for more, and she could not deny that she wanted more of it, much more.
She really should not, she thought, yet she was always honest, first of all with herself. While Etrigan had blackmailed her into accepting to couple with him, it still had been her choice to accept his demands, and it was also her choice whether to make more of their one-night stand or not.
"Look, we certainly can't make this a regular thing, whatever I may want. You may be the best lover I've had in months, but you're a demon and I can't-"
"Evil is nature or deed? Are all pleasures exchanged Judged without intent heed?"
Was he hinting at willingness to change, or just to refrain from evil acts in her association? Compared to other demons, Etrigan was nearly a saint. Could he be fully turned from evil? Diana thought, frowning, and barely held back a cry of pleasure as a claw nudged her erect clitoris, while a thick finger slid boldly inside her tight anus. Was morality not a matter of choice instead of fixed essence? Likely he just wanted to enjoy her body again, but futile as it may be, should she deny him the chance to prove this, or could it be seen as just selfish indulgence of her personal desires?
Why not? she thought at last. She acknowledged her personal interest, but if she made him become in any way less malignant it was worthwhile in many senses. It would not be the first time a less than benevolent creature had been her lover, nor likely the last, but making it more than a one time affair was something new for her. Yet how else could she truly grow in her understanding of gender relationships and her own sexual nature than by experimentation?
"I really should not," she began, blushing even while starting to move with new determination against him, her sex again sliding slowly up and down the large phallus sunk deeply into her core. "But you truly did a good job -in helping me defeat Morgainne, of course. How did it feel to do good for a change?"
"Sharing foes Shrewd wisdom is plain After joint efforts there Can either then complain Luscious flesh to share?"
"You did far more than what you had sworn to," Diana whispered in his pointed ear as she pressed closer to him, rubbing her sensitive breasts and nipples against the sandpaper-like texture of this skin as she rocked over his loins. "So... you may deserve a bonus." Etrigan's demonic laughter filled the chamber, as he pushed the Amazon beauty on her back and began to rock his hips, thrusting deeply again into her, making her arch her back and gasp with pleasure.
"Tomorrow night I'll be again at the museum where you first attacked me. It may be just the right time to take me by surprise," Diana said breathlessly, merging her motions with the demon's thrusts. "Who knows? You may be luckier this time, and I won't be able to stop you from... overcoming me this time."
"Third encounter is the charm Etrigan shall go tomorrow night Take a Princess in glorious fight Swearing yet to cause no harm."
The Amazon frowned, her sensuous motions subsiding.
"Why not? If you don't try to hurt me at least a bit, then where is the fun in that?" she complained, her eyes staring deeply into Etrigan's. Grabbing his hard buttocks with both hands, she added: "I'd better fight back a lot more, then, to keep you from going soft on me."
Wrapping then her strong legs tight around him, Diana pulled the demon hard against her, hips moving up to take his thrusting phallus deeper into her depths, with an initial yelp of pain that turned into a long moan of pleasure.
Etrigan sighed. He would never understand women.
THE END Please send comments or criticism to ksennin@hotPOP.com
ADDENDUM:
Further stories in the erotic adventures of Wonder Woman:
THE TWELVE WORKS OF WONDER WOMAN
WONDER WOMAN: APOKOLIPS COMING
WONDER WOMAN: THE CONTEST
WONDER WOMAN: THE ARTEMIS GAMBIT
WONDER WOMAN: THE GAME
WONDER WOMAN: THE BEASTMISTRESS
WONDER WOMAN: TALKIN' ABOUT A REVOLUTION
WONDER WOMAN: SUPERHEROINE'S BEST FRIEND
JLA: THE DESPERO INTERSECTION
JLA: THE MARTIAN CHRONICLES
JLA: BLOODSPORT
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