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Wonder Woman fic: Hunter's Lair (Diana/Selina/Donna/Io)
Title: Hunter’s Lair
Fandom: Wonder Woman
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,462
Timeline: Sequel to Hunter’s Bird.
Characters/Pairings: Diana/Selina/Donna/Io, references to Donna/Kory
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Tracy for betaing this.
Summary: When Selina drops in on Diana and Io’s date night, it looks like Diana’s affections will be split. But the princess has other ideas.
Diana had made a point of authorizing Selina for the Themysciran Embassy, giving her a keycard and everything, so naturally Selina broke in through the window. Batman was being a goddamn tease again, hinting at wanting a life with her while still keeping his distance. Well, fuck him. Selina was getting a much better offer from across the aisle. Unconditional love, no strings attached.
She was back in her leathers, which she thought were pretty flattering, though she left the zipper undone to her sternum. Sure, she was ripping a move from that lawsuit-worthy Black Cat from the comics, but she’d been doing a thousand crunches a day to keep in shape now that she wasn’t stealing anymore and she liked showing it off.
She didn’t hear any moaning from Diana’s room, which was good. Dinah had been very good, very loud, but that didn’t mean Diana’s next lover would be quite as… daring. Instead, there was classical music. Selina listened, remembered it from her childhood. Bach. She reached for her lockpick before remembering her manners and knocking politely.
Diana answered the door in a fluffy white bathrobe to find Selina leaning against the wall opposite her, looking every inch the temptation. Her eyes widened in a “great Hera!” expression. Selina smirked.
“What’s the matter, Diana? Cat got your tongue?”
“No, I just…”
“Then, can I?” Selina strolled forward, tapping her chin before letting that finger slide down over her body, finally pushing her zipper a few teeth lower.
“Diana? Who is it?” a new voice came. Selina looked over Diana’s broad, graceful shoulder. It was that blacksmith, Io. Her short, honey-red hair poked over the back of a futon.
“Selina, remember? The one with the cats.”
“Oh, hello!” Io stepped over the futon. She was wearing a robe that looked every inch as comfortable as Diana’s, and she looked every inch as comfortable in it, not even closing it. “We’re a bit busy, but if you could wait a couple hours…”
“Who’s this?” Selina asked, interest piqued and appetite whetted.
“Io. My girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend-girlfriend or… me-girlfriend?”
“I don’t mention her much. She’s a bit shy and wouldn’t want the attention.”
“Would you like something to read while you wait?” Io volunteered.
Polygamy. Right. Selina rolled with it. “Can you ditch the ball and chain for a little while? I’ve got some tension I need to work off and I need that Amazon touch.”
“Io and I were just working off some tension ourselves.” Diana petted Selina’s cheek affectionately before walking back to Io. “Io can be so ignorant of Man’s World sometimes, whenever we have a night in I try to show her some of its beauty.”
“And I try to remind her of Themyscira’s,” Io added, putting an arm around Diana.
Fine. “So can I see some of this beauty in action?” Selina asked, toying not-so-idly with her zipper.
Io pulled Diana tighter to her. “I was hoping to get her all to myself. We almost never get time to ourselves, her with her mission, me arming the Amazons… please just wait a little bit.”
“That’s alright, I’ve got places to see, people to do. I’m sure Diana’s told you all about the fun we had, so if just hearing about it is good enough, I’d be happy to leave you to it as soon as I have Dinah’s number. Because I know she was gagging for more after what we did to her with that lasso…”
“No,” Diana said. “I think I know a way for all of us to be happy.”
***
Selina looked at the new arrival. She was less muscular than Diana, more slender, and maybe an inch or two shorter. Her hair was the same color, but cut shorter and with dyed highlights. But under the robe, her breasts looked as ripe and succulent as Diana’s, and her skin had the same sheen of a precious silk that demanded to be touched. It was just that it was a milky, All-American white in contrast to Diana’s Mediterranean tan.
“Donna’s a younger version of me,” Diana said. “I try not to hold it against her.”
That was it. While Diana was an archetypal Mother, or rather MILF, Donna was every inch the Maiden. It made the part of Selina that had been really into Wicca for about two weeks get all wet, to match the rest of her.
“You beauties are both as shiny as diamonds,” Selina nodded, glancing between the two of them standing together, though Diana had gray eyes and Donna’s were the shade of blue favored by cover models and white supremacists.
Io was doing a little quick tidying-up of some clothes that had been left strewn on the floor, doubtlessly because the wearers had better things to occupy their minds than cleanliness. She stepped up to them and explored them, either hand starting at the swan-like necks and working its way down into the hidden depths of their robes. Diana had flawless skin; Donna’s was faintly scarred in places.
“And you both feel the same. But there’s one way to make sure. The all-important taste test.”
Diana beat Selina between Donna’s legs, the hem of the robe bunched over her forearm. Selina briefly touched Wonder Woman’s steel-hard knuckles; such strength and yet they still led to those questing, loving fingers...
Donna moaned, a grinning parting of her lips and a brief sound, and then Diana brought her wet fingers up to Selina’s face. “Test away.”
Io finished dropping their old clothes down the laundry chute and turned around just as Selina leaned forward to suck the fingers up to the knuckle. Her breath caught in her throat, she went to Donna’s side. “Aphrodite is generous…!”
“With Diana, she usually is. You’re a lucky woman.”
“This is true,” Io muttered, smiling absently.
Diana’s other hand wrapping around her chin ended her reminiscence. She pulled her fingers free of the perfect ‘O’ of Selina’s lips, then brought them up Io’s inner thigh. Diana’s fingers were still warm from Selina’s mouth as they wetted her skin, up to her labia…
“Oh.” Io remembered to smile as Diana’s fingers, already lubricated, moved and curled inside her. Diana’s face was the same artful mix of fierce concentration in the eyes and appreciation of the eroticism in the loosened lips, but what had Io’s attention was Selina and Donna moving up to each other. “Oh, they’re watching.”
“I can make them leave.”
“No. I like them seeing us. Makes it feel real.”
“It is real.”
“But that doesn’t mean it’s not a dream.”
Diana’s face lost all pretenses of everything other than a broad smile, a smirk really, and she laid Io down on the bed. The bed that was big enough for all of them.
They kissed for long minutes under the watchful eyes of Selina and Donna, who couldn’t tear themselves away long enough to attend to their own burning desires. As beautiful as Diana was on her own, seeing her make love to someone was something else all together, a seamless blend of the erotic, the worshipful, and the heartfelt. It was impossible to see her love-making and not wish to be the recipient.
After spending what seemed like an eternity on the plateau of simple touch, Diana rolled over so that Io was on top of her. She opened her own robe like the seashell Botticelli’s Venus emerged from. Io, as always, let out a breathy sound of awe, having the good fortune to find something new to delight in every time she saw her lover nude.
The mattress squealed good-naturedly as Selina and Donna landed next to them, so filled with pent-up lust that not even the promise of voyeurism could stop them from acting on it. Selina was on top, ripping open Donna’s robe, and Donna on bottom, breathlessly extracting Selina’s arms from her suit so she could push it down off her pert breasts. Selina pushed Donna like a wheelbarrow so that her ass was past the edge of the bed, hips lined up with Diana’s like a mirror image.
Although slighter, more acrobatic, Selina’s musculature did remind the Teen Titan of Diana. But then, with Diana naked beside her, anything was bound to bring her mind back to the princess.
Io paid homage to her perfection with a series of reverent kisses, milestones down Diana’s body. Selina followed her path with her tongue, watching as Donna shuddered in time to Diana. Diana took her battle-sister’s hand as their lovers knelt down before them.
Donna looked at Diana’s white-knuckled grip on her hand, then down at the cat burglar and the blacksmith prepared to go down on them.
“Kory is never going to believe this.”
Diana reared up first with a loud moan, settling back on her elbows, panting. Donna sat up to join her, watching as Diana’s lips screwed up and contorted until she let loose another disbelieving moan.
“Diana…?” Donna asked, amused.
“Either she knows me very well or I am very in love with her!” Diana panted.
Donna looked down at Io as the blacksmith kissed between Diana’s legs once more, to another slow, building moan. “I think it’s both.” Donna swung her eyes over to Selina, who was observing Donna’s sex like a safe she was about to crack. “Catwoman, this isn’t a race, but if it were…” she jerked her head to the side. “They’d be winning!”
“Call me Selina,” she muttered distractedly.
“Is it the Wonder-Woman-W landing strip? That was Starfire’s idea, I wanted a Brazilian.” Her clit was throbbing painfully in sympathy with Diana’s tongue-lashing. Donna reached down and rubbed her mons in a way that had always pulled Kory right out of any Dick-Grayson-funks that might’ve been floating around. Wasn’t so bad on her end either.
That worked a little too well. Selina watched her touch herself with an expression that indicated she would be swishing her tail if she had one. Donna couldn’t dismay that annoyingly rapt expression, so she penetrated herself with her right hand and rode her fingers as she reached over with her left hand to push the sweaty locks of hair off where they were stuck to Diana’s brow. Touching herself wasn’t enough. Diana had to feel good too.
Donna had always found something erotic about the sight of a tongue moving over her… Diana’s cunt. Didn’t matter whose it was. Just the wet, warm strength of the human tongue was enough. Feeling it on her clit was just a bonus. She reached down, grabbing Io’s hair as best she could, and gently urged Io upward, to the left, just a little forward…
Diana exhaled every particle of air in her lungs as Io found her clit. “Oh, Donna, Io…”
Selina reached over and squeezed her knee, still staring at Donna’s hard-working fingers.
“Wait your turn, hon.”
Relaxing in Diana’s pleasure, Donna let her hand trail out of Io’s hair and down to her sister’s groin. Diana’s breathy moans became just that much more frantic with Donna’s hand on her. Donna pulled her hand slowly up Diana’s body, not wanting to leave a single inch of it once touched, but irresistibly drawn to feel the next bit of skin. Diana’s belly was taut, her heart was beating like a triphammer, her breasts were heaving. Donna left her hand between them, feeling the breath as it swirled in Diana’s chest.
“You’re ready to come,” Donna announced, like Diana had just opened the perfect present on Christmas Day and Donna had been the one to give it to her.
“So are you.” Diana flicked Selina on the head.
Selina suddenly drove her tongue deep into Donna, reaching around and grabbing Donna’s ass to help drive it in a few more centimeters. Donna went bolt-upright, screaming so loud that Io stopped teasing and went to work. Diana followed her, sweaty hair framing her beaming face, and wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders as they moaned. It was camaraderie as much as love and Donna wrapped her arm around Diana’s midsection as well, drawing strength from her mentor’s impenetrable oneness.
“Diana liked that too,” Selina mused as she took a break for cunnilingus to finger Donna. “Io, try going deep.”
“But Selina, that would be disrespectful…”
“I think Donna found it quite respectful.”
Io looked up to see Donna panting in loud contrast to Diana’s coolly sober appreciation of her lovemaking. “Deep, you say?”
Selina smiled at her. “On three.”
Donna was ready for it, Diana wasn’t. For once, Donna was able to see her battle-sister caught by total surprise. It was a sight to remember, reminiscent of the occasion she and Kory had made love in Beast Boy’s mirrored bedroom. Seeing Kory’s bare back, flaming hair, and perfect ass as the Tamaranian went down on her had been fun, but for some reason Donna didn’t find it as profoundly erotic as seeing her own face, her composure chiseled away by the sex until she was a screaming, orgasmic animal. Deep down, she and Kory shared both bloodlust and lust. It was good to know Diana had the same.
It took a moment of Diana’s mouth gaping open, her eyes closed in ecstasy, before she was able to distinguish her own pleasure from Donna’s. When she did, she redoubled her hold on Donna’s hand, having let go when she collapsed down onto her back, and thanked the gods for this new gift.
“Yes, Io, Selina, you’re doing splendid work! I can feel our love moving through me!” she cried.
“Yeah, lick that cunt!” Donna added, correctly guessing that Selina preferred dirty talk to inspirational speaking. “Fuck me! Another finger, yes, put it in me… oh no!” she groaned, upon seeing Selina brandish her whip handle. That’d leave her sore in the morning. “I was just kidding, put it in!” But it’d be worth it.
For the first time she could remember, Donna received a jealous look from her battle-sister. But it didn’t take long for the Amazon to get over it and smile in happiness for her friend. Having her own lover going down on her sped the process. “See? You should stay at the embassy more often.”
“After tonight, Kory would dump me like a hot potato if we didn’t move in!”
Diana groped her own breast, fingers twisting over the nipple. “We can move you into the east wing. It’s a bit of a walk to the baths, but I think—MMM—you’ll be right next to the gym if you want to spar, and Aella will be next door, you’d get along fabulously with her…”
Donna reached over and squeezed Diana’s other breast. “Anywhere you put us will be fine.”
Diana smiled, torturing her nipple with one hand, firmly pressing Io into her pussy with the other. “Selina, would you like a room as… great Hera! My clit! She’s nibbling my clit!”
“Mine too!” Donna moaned, both hands now irresistibly drawn to the cool leather of Selina’s cowl, making damn sure she couldn’t bug out like Kory had once when she didn’t quite have the pat of April Fool’s down. “Now she’s—Yes!—the whip!” The handle had been well-lubricated by Selina, an act that had been unappreciated by all but Io, and it fucked Donna for a few painful seconds before Selina removed. “No! I was just getting used—“
“I think it’s my turn,” Diana commented as she saw Selina pass it to Io. She pulled one of Donna’s arms off Selina and ran her fingers down its feverishly-hot length until they were holding hands again.
“Enjoy it,” Donna whispered to her.
The makeshift dildo moved slowly into Diana, in contrast to the shock of pain and pleasure that Selina had used. Io would push it in a few inches, then pulled it out to lick at the juices that covered it, then work it in further. The process filled Diana’s body with a slow pulsing, one she conveyed by squeezing Donna’s hand in time to it. Even Selina licked and fingered Donna’s sex to the hypnotic rhythm of Io’s lovemaking.
“I love you Diana, my steel, my blade,” Io said softly, but loud enough for everyone to hear. She pushed the whip handle in as far as it had yet went, then withdrew so she could replace the pain of the intrusion with soft pleasure. “I praise the gods each day that I can show you how much.”
“And the gods are kind,” Diana crooned, laying her head back, luxuriating in Donna’s hand in her hand and Io’s tongue on her sex and Selina’s eyes on her body. “It’s so beautiful, it’s all so beautiful… I love you too, Io, my heart, my armor, I love you so much.”
“I need a boyfriend,” Selina muttered. Everyone glanced at her. “Or, you know, whatever. Here, Io, back up…”
The princesses spread their legs wide, interlocking their inside legs. Selina stood up and moved her hand over both their groins… Diana’s shorn for the sake of her skimpy costume, Donna’s with a faded scar where she’d once had a C-section. So different, so alike where it mattered. She slipped her fingers into both as Io watched with stunned eyes.
The two women shared a smile, a lover. Donna happily undulated her body against Selina’s hand, more enthusiastic than Diana’s appreciative writhing. That surprised Selina. She watched Donna bring Diana’s hand to her lips and kiss it, first affectionately, on the back, then she slowly tongued the pulse of the wrist. Diana’s smile was wide and genuine as she scratched under Donna’s chin. Selina realized what was missing.
“Go to her,” she told Io. The blacksmith hurriedly crawled onto the bed with Diana to hold and kiss her through her orgasm. Both of the Amazons were so primed that a simple fingering was enough to get them off. And Selina had no complaints about bringing two of the world’s most beautiful women to orgasm at once.
Smirking incessantly, Selina crawled in next to the three women. “Let’s make our guest feel at home,” Diana said, pulling Selina lazily to her breast as Donna spooned with her from behind. Io rested her head on Diana’s shoulder as Selina fully kicked off her catsuit.
“This is cute and all,” Selina said, “but you’d better return the favor soon or Io and I might have to take matters into our own hands.”
“Oh dear.”
“We might not even let you watch.”
“No need to be sadistic,” Io said. “It’s not the Amazon way.”
“I’m not an Amazon.”
Diana ran a hand over Selina’s face. “Yes, you are.”
Donna sprang up suddenly. “Oh shit!”
“Forget your birth control pills?” Selina asked wryly.
Donna came back from the other room with a camera. She quickly set the timer and set it down on a dresser, aimed it at the bed. Exhaling in relief, she got a quilt (the sewing circle that had sent it to Wonder Woman had no idea it would be used for post-orgy warmth) and draped it over them as she got back into bed. Selina pushed the quilt down below their thighs before the flash went off and Donna bit her lip at her squeamishness being foiled.
“Kory will ax-murder me if I don’t at least get her a picture of this.”
Diana reached across Selina to brush the hair out of Donna’s face, a gesture Donna mirrored. “You can get her more than that, if we’re all going to be living under the same roof.”
“Not me, thanks, I’m a Gotham girl,” Selina said, huddling under the sheets in sweet contradiction of her words. “But hey, if you ever need me, just bring in something worth stealing.”
Diana brought a playful hand down on her backside with a resounding thwack!
***
That night, while Donna dreamed of Kory ravishing her with an able assist from Diana, and Io held onto the princess like she was Satisfaction itself, Selina opened her eyes to see Diana was watching her sleep.
“Not tired? After that?”
Diana smiled sweetly. “The gods didn’t put me on Earth to sleep.”
“You don’t get to dream?”
“I get to nap. And rest. But right now, I’m planning out a charity for Bolivian orphans in my head.”
“And now I feel lazy.”
“You take care of East End. Leave the rest of the world to me. Deal?”
Selina gave Diana a peck on the lips. “Deal.” Then she kissed her more deeply. “Thank you. For everything,” she said, so soft that no one else could’ve heard her, even in their dreams.
“It was my pleasure.”
“But especially the sex,” Selina said, leaning back into Donna’s arms.
“You just wait until Kory gets here,” Diana said smugly.
Fandom: Wonder Woman
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,462
Timeline: Sequel to Hunter’s Bird.
Characters/Pairings: Diana/Selina/Donna/Io, references to Donna/Kory
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Tracy for betaing this.
Summary: When Selina drops in on Diana and Io’s date night, it looks like Diana’s affections will be split. But the princess has other ideas.
Diana had made a point of authorizing Selina for the Themysciran Embassy, giving her a keycard and everything, so naturally Selina broke in through the window. Batman was being a goddamn tease again, hinting at wanting a life with her while still keeping his distance. Well, fuck him. Selina was getting a much better offer from across the aisle. Unconditional love, no strings attached.
She was back in her leathers, which she thought were pretty flattering, though she left the zipper undone to her sternum. Sure, she was ripping a move from that lawsuit-worthy Black Cat from the comics, but she’d been doing a thousand crunches a day to keep in shape now that she wasn’t stealing anymore and she liked showing it off.
She didn’t hear any moaning from Diana’s room, which was good. Dinah had been very good, very loud, but that didn’t mean Diana’s next lover would be quite as… daring. Instead, there was classical music. Selina listened, remembered it from her childhood. Bach. She reached for her lockpick before remembering her manners and knocking politely.
Diana answered the door in a fluffy white bathrobe to find Selina leaning against the wall opposite her, looking every inch the temptation. Her eyes widened in a “great Hera!” expression. Selina smirked.
“What’s the matter, Diana? Cat got your tongue?”
“No, I just…”
“Then, can I?” Selina strolled forward, tapping her chin before letting that finger slide down over her body, finally pushing her zipper a few teeth lower.
“Diana? Who is it?” a new voice came. Selina looked over Diana’s broad, graceful shoulder. It was that blacksmith, Io. Her short, honey-red hair poked over the back of a futon.
“Selina, remember? The one with the cats.”
“Oh, hello!” Io stepped over the futon. She was wearing a robe that looked every inch as comfortable as Diana’s, and she looked every inch as comfortable in it, not even closing it. “We’re a bit busy, but if you could wait a couple hours…”
“Who’s this?” Selina asked, interest piqued and appetite whetted.
“Io. My girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend-girlfriend or… me-girlfriend?”
“I don’t mention her much. She’s a bit shy and wouldn’t want the attention.”
“Would you like something to read while you wait?” Io volunteered.
Polygamy. Right. Selina rolled with it. “Can you ditch the ball and chain for a little while? I’ve got some tension I need to work off and I need that Amazon touch.”
“Io and I were just working off some tension ourselves.” Diana petted Selina’s cheek affectionately before walking back to Io. “Io can be so ignorant of Man’s World sometimes, whenever we have a night in I try to show her some of its beauty.”
“And I try to remind her of Themyscira’s,” Io added, putting an arm around Diana.
Fine. “So can I see some of this beauty in action?” Selina asked, toying not-so-idly with her zipper.
Io pulled Diana tighter to her. “I was hoping to get her all to myself. We almost never get time to ourselves, her with her mission, me arming the Amazons… please just wait a little bit.”
“That’s alright, I’ve got places to see, people to do. I’m sure Diana’s told you all about the fun we had, so if just hearing about it is good enough, I’d be happy to leave you to it as soon as I have Dinah’s number. Because I know she was gagging for more after what we did to her with that lasso…”
“No,” Diana said. “I think I know a way for all of us to be happy.”
***
Selina looked at the new arrival. She was less muscular than Diana, more slender, and maybe an inch or two shorter. Her hair was the same color, but cut shorter and with dyed highlights. But under the robe, her breasts looked as ripe and succulent as Diana’s, and her skin had the same sheen of a precious silk that demanded to be touched. It was just that it was a milky, All-American white in contrast to Diana’s Mediterranean tan.
“Donna’s a younger version of me,” Diana said. “I try not to hold it against her.”
That was it. While Diana was an archetypal Mother, or rather MILF, Donna was every inch the Maiden. It made the part of Selina that had been really into Wicca for about two weeks get all wet, to match the rest of her.
“You beauties are both as shiny as diamonds,” Selina nodded, glancing between the two of them standing together, though Diana had gray eyes and Donna’s were the shade of blue favored by cover models and white supremacists.
Io was doing a little quick tidying-up of some clothes that had been left strewn on the floor, doubtlessly because the wearers had better things to occupy their minds than cleanliness. She stepped up to them and explored them, either hand starting at the swan-like necks and working its way down into the hidden depths of their robes. Diana had flawless skin; Donna’s was faintly scarred in places.
“And you both feel the same. But there’s one way to make sure. The all-important taste test.”
Diana beat Selina between Donna’s legs, the hem of the robe bunched over her forearm. Selina briefly touched Wonder Woman’s steel-hard knuckles; such strength and yet they still led to those questing, loving fingers...
Donna moaned, a grinning parting of her lips and a brief sound, and then Diana brought her wet fingers up to Selina’s face. “Test away.”
Io finished dropping their old clothes down the laundry chute and turned around just as Selina leaned forward to suck the fingers up to the knuckle. Her breath caught in her throat, she went to Donna’s side. “Aphrodite is generous…!”
“With Diana, she usually is. You’re a lucky woman.”
“This is true,” Io muttered, smiling absently.
Diana’s other hand wrapping around her chin ended her reminiscence. She pulled her fingers free of the perfect ‘O’ of Selina’s lips, then brought them up Io’s inner thigh. Diana’s fingers were still warm from Selina’s mouth as they wetted her skin, up to her labia…
“Oh.” Io remembered to smile as Diana’s fingers, already lubricated, moved and curled inside her. Diana’s face was the same artful mix of fierce concentration in the eyes and appreciation of the eroticism in the loosened lips, but what had Io’s attention was Selina and Donna moving up to each other. “Oh, they’re watching.”
“I can make them leave.”
“No. I like them seeing us. Makes it feel real.”
“It is real.”
“But that doesn’t mean it’s not a dream.”
Diana’s face lost all pretenses of everything other than a broad smile, a smirk really, and she laid Io down on the bed. The bed that was big enough for all of them.
They kissed for long minutes under the watchful eyes of Selina and Donna, who couldn’t tear themselves away long enough to attend to their own burning desires. As beautiful as Diana was on her own, seeing her make love to someone was something else all together, a seamless blend of the erotic, the worshipful, and the heartfelt. It was impossible to see her love-making and not wish to be the recipient.
After spending what seemed like an eternity on the plateau of simple touch, Diana rolled over so that Io was on top of her. She opened her own robe like the seashell Botticelli’s Venus emerged from. Io, as always, let out a breathy sound of awe, having the good fortune to find something new to delight in every time she saw her lover nude.
The mattress squealed good-naturedly as Selina and Donna landed next to them, so filled with pent-up lust that not even the promise of voyeurism could stop them from acting on it. Selina was on top, ripping open Donna’s robe, and Donna on bottom, breathlessly extracting Selina’s arms from her suit so she could push it down off her pert breasts. Selina pushed Donna like a wheelbarrow so that her ass was past the edge of the bed, hips lined up with Diana’s like a mirror image.
Although slighter, more acrobatic, Selina’s musculature did remind the Teen Titan of Diana. But then, with Diana naked beside her, anything was bound to bring her mind back to the princess.
Io paid homage to her perfection with a series of reverent kisses, milestones down Diana’s body. Selina followed her path with her tongue, watching as Donna shuddered in time to Diana. Diana took her battle-sister’s hand as their lovers knelt down before them.
Donna looked at Diana’s white-knuckled grip on her hand, then down at the cat burglar and the blacksmith prepared to go down on them.
“Kory is never going to believe this.”
Diana reared up first with a loud moan, settling back on her elbows, panting. Donna sat up to join her, watching as Diana’s lips screwed up and contorted until she let loose another disbelieving moan.
“Diana…?” Donna asked, amused.
“Either she knows me very well or I am very in love with her!” Diana panted.
Donna looked down at Io as the blacksmith kissed between Diana’s legs once more, to another slow, building moan. “I think it’s both.” Donna swung her eyes over to Selina, who was observing Donna’s sex like a safe she was about to crack. “Catwoman, this isn’t a race, but if it were…” she jerked her head to the side. “They’d be winning!”
“Call me Selina,” she muttered distractedly.
“Is it the Wonder-Woman-W landing strip? That was Starfire’s idea, I wanted a Brazilian.” Her clit was throbbing painfully in sympathy with Diana’s tongue-lashing. Donna reached down and rubbed her mons in a way that had always pulled Kory right out of any Dick-Grayson-funks that might’ve been floating around. Wasn’t so bad on her end either.
That worked a little too well. Selina watched her touch herself with an expression that indicated she would be swishing her tail if she had one. Donna couldn’t dismay that annoyingly rapt expression, so she penetrated herself with her right hand and rode her fingers as she reached over with her left hand to push the sweaty locks of hair off where they were stuck to Diana’s brow. Touching herself wasn’t enough. Diana had to feel good too.
Donna had always found something erotic about the sight of a tongue moving over her… Diana’s cunt. Didn’t matter whose it was. Just the wet, warm strength of the human tongue was enough. Feeling it on her clit was just a bonus. She reached down, grabbing Io’s hair as best she could, and gently urged Io upward, to the left, just a little forward…
Diana exhaled every particle of air in her lungs as Io found her clit. “Oh, Donna, Io…”
Selina reached over and squeezed her knee, still staring at Donna’s hard-working fingers.
“Wait your turn, hon.”
Relaxing in Diana’s pleasure, Donna let her hand trail out of Io’s hair and down to her sister’s groin. Diana’s breathy moans became just that much more frantic with Donna’s hand on her. Donna pulled her hand slowly up Diana’s body, not wanting to leave a single inch of it once touched, but irresistibly drawn to feel the next bit of skin. Diana’s belly was taut, her heart was beating like a triphammer, her breasts were heaving. Donna left her hand between them, feeling the breath as it swirled in Diana’s chest.
“You’re ready to come,” Donna announced, like Diana had just opened the perfect present on Christmas Day and Donna had been the one to give it to her.
“So are you.” Diana flicked Selina on the head.
Selina suddenly drove her tongue deep into Donna, reaching around and grabbing Donna’s ass to help drive it in a few more centimeters. Donna went bolt-upright, screaming so loud that Io stopped teasing and went to work. Diana followed her, sweaty hair framing her beaming face, and wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders as they moaned. It was camaraderie as much as love and Donna wrapped her arm around Diana’s midsection as well, drawing strength from her mentor’s impenetrable oneness.
“Diana liked that too,” Selina mused as she took a break for cunnilingus to finger Donna. “Io, try going deep.”
“But Selina, that would be disrespectful…”
“I think Donna found it quite respectful.”
Io looked up to see Donna panting in loud contrast to Diana’s coolly sober appreciation of her lovemaking. “Deep, you say?”
Selina smiled at her. “On three.”
Donna was ready for it, Diana wasn’t. For once, Donna was able to see her battle-sister caught by total surprise. It was a sight to remember, reminiscent of the occasion she and Kory had made love in Beast Boy’s mirrored bedroom. Seeing Kory’s bare back, flaming hair, and perfect ass as the Tamaranian went down on her had been fun, but for some reason Donna didn’t find it as profoundly erotic as seeing her own face, her composure chiseled away by the sex until she was a screaming, orgasmic animal. Deep down, she and Kory shared both bloodlust and lust. It was good to know Diana had the same.
It took a moment of Diana’s mouth gaping open, her eyes closed in ecstasy, before she was able to distinguish her own pleasure from Donna’s. When she did, she redoubled her hold on Donna’s hand, having let go when she collapsed down onto her back, and thanked the gods for this new gift.
“Yes, Io, Selina, you’re doing splendid work! I can feel our love moving through me!” she cried.
“Yeah, lick that cunt!” Donna added, correctly guessing that Selina preferred dirty talk to inspirational speaking. “Fuck me! Another finger, yes, put it in me… oh no!” she groaned, upon seeing Selina brandish her whip handle. That’d leave her sore in the morning. “I was just kidding, put it in!” But it’d be worth it.
For the first time she could remember, Donna received a jealous look from her battle-sister. But it didn’t take long for the Amazon to get over it and smile in happiness for her friend. Having her own lover going down on her sped the process. “See? You should stay at the embassy more often.”
“After tonight, Kory would dump me like a hot potato if we didn’t move in!”
Diana groped her own breast, fingers twisting over the nipple. “We can move you into the east wing. It’s a bit of a walk to the baths, but I think—MMM—you’ll be right next to the gym if you want to spar, and Aella will be next door, you’d get along fabulously with her…”
Donna reached over and squeezed Diana’s other breast. “Anywhere you put us will be fine.”
Diana smiled, torturing her nipple with one hand, firmly pressing Io into her pussy with the other. “Selina, would you like a room as… great Hera! My clit! She’s nibbling my clit!”
“Mine too!” Donna moaned, both hands now irresistibly drawn to the cool leather of Selina’s cowl, making damn sure she couldn’t bug out like Kory had once when she didn’t quite have the pat of April Fool’s down. “Now she’s—Yes!—the whip!” The handle had been well-lubricated by Selina, an act that had been unappreciated by all but Io, and it fucked Donna for a few painful seconds before Selina removed. “No! I was just getting used—“
“I think it’s my turn,” Diana commented as she saw Selina pass it to Io. She pulled one of Donna’s arms off Selina and ran her fingers down its feverishly-hot length until they were holding hands again.
“Enjoy it,” Donna whispered to her.
The makeshift dildo moved slowly into Diana, in contrast to the shock of pain and pleasure that Selina had used. Io would push it in a few inches, then pulled it out to lick at the juices that covered it, then work it in further. The process filled Diana’s body with a slow pulsing, one she conveyed by squeezing Donna’s hand in time to it. Even Selina licked and fingered Donna’s sex to the hypnotic rhythm of Io’s lovemaking.
“I love you Diana, my steel, my blade,” Io said softly, but loud enough for everyone to hear. She pushed the whip handle in as far as it had yet went, then withdrew so she could replace the pain of the intrusion with soft pleasure. “I praise the gods each day that I can show you how much.”
“And the gods are kind,” Diana crooned, laying her head back, luxuriating in Donna’s hand in her hand and Io’s tongue on her sex and Selina’s eyes on her body. “It’s so beautiful, it’s all so beautiful… I love you too, Io, my heart, my armor, I love you so much.”
“I need a boyfriend,” Selina muttered. Everyone glanced at her. “Or, you know, whatever. Here, Io, back up…”
The princesses spread their legs wide, interlocking their inside legs. Selina stood up and moved her hand over both their groins… Diana’s shorn for the sake of her skimpy costume, Donna’s with a faded scar where she’d once had a C-section. So different, so alike where it mattered. She slipped her fingers into both as Io watched with stunned eyes.
The two women shared a smile, a lover. Donna happily undulated her body against Selina’s hand, more enthusiastic than Diana’s appreciative writhing. That surprised Selina. She watched Donna bring Diana’s hand to her lips and kiss it, first affectionately, on the back, then she slowly tongued the pulse of the wrist. Diana’s smile was wide and genuine as she scratched under Donna’s chin. Selina realized what was missing.
“Go to her,” she told Io. The blacksmith hurriedly crawled onto the bed with Diana to hold and kiss her through her orgasm. Both of the Amazons were so primed that a simple fingering was enough to get them off. And Selina had no complaints about bringing two of the world’s most beautiful women to orgasm at once.
Smirking incessantly, Selina crawled in next to the three women. “Let’s make our guest feel at home,” Diana said, pulling Selina lazily to her breast as Donna spooned with her from behind. Io rested her head on Diana’s shoulder as Selina fully kicked off her catsuit.
“This is cute and all,” Selina said, “but you’d better return the favor soon or Io and I might have to take matters into our own hands.”
“Oh dear.”
“We might not even let you watch.”
“No need to be sadistic,” Io said. “It’s not the Amazon way.”
“I’m not an Amazon.”
Diana ran a hand over Selina’s face. “Yes, you are.”
Donna sprang up suddenly. “Oh shit!”
“Forget your birth control pills?” Selina asked wryly.
Donna came back from the other room with a camera. She quickly set the timer and set it down on a dresser, aimed it at the bed. Exhaling in relief, she got a quilt (the sewing circle that had sent it to Wonder Woman had no idea it would be used for post-orgy warmth) and draped it over them as she got back into bed. Selina pushed the quilt down below their thighs before the flash went off and Donna bit her lip at her squeamishness being foiled.
“Kory will ax-murder me if I don’t at least get her a picture of this.”
Diana reached across Selina to brush the hair out of Donna’s face, a gesture Donna mirrored. “You can get her more than that, if we’re all going to be living under the same roof.”
“Not me, thanks, I’m a Gotham girl,” Selina said, huddling under the sheets in sweet contradiction of her words. “But hey, if you ever need me, just bring in something worth stealing.”
Diana brought a playful hand down on her backside with a resounding thwack!
***
That night, while Donna dreamed of Kory ravishing her with an able assist from Diana, and Io held onto the princess like she was Satisfaction itself, Selina opened her eyes to see Diana was watching her sleep.
“Not tired? After that?”
Diana smiled sweetly. “The gods didn’t put me on Earth to sleep.”
“You don’t get to dream?”
“I get to nap. And rest. But right now, I’m planning out a charity for Bolivian orphans in my head.”
“And now I feel lazy.”
“You take care of East End. Leave the rest of the world to me. Deal?”
Selina gave Diana a peck on the lips. “Deal.” Then she kissed her more deeply. “Thank you. For everything,” she said, so soft that no one else could’ve heard her, even in their dreams.
“It was my pleasure.”
“But especially the sex,” Selina said, leaning back into Donna’s arms.
“You just wait until Kory gets here,” Diana said smugly.
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“Kory will ax-murder me if I don’t at least get her a picture of this.”
Who wouldn't want a pic of that? ;)
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You really know how to get the girls going! :)
Wonderful, wonderful fic. :)
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(Anonymous) 2009-01-29 03:01 am (UTC)(link)"Polygamy. Right."
I think you meant polyamory here since they are not married, but I could totally see Diana wanting to make an honest woman out of Selina^H^H^H^H formalize their relationship and Selina's all "I don't do marriage" and Diana will sigh just a little and be like "I know. How many times do I have to say it? It's not marriage. It's pubically recognizing our bond" and Selina will be all "Seriously. I don't do marriage" all the way down the aisle. Or temple or whatever. And wake up the next morning "Christ. I can't believe I'm Mrs. Diana...? What the hell is her last name?"
Also, Di is a *pimp*. Who else can make a booty call asking you to come over and have sex with someone else? "Can you come over and have sex with my other gf cause I've been neglecting my main one, but I don't want other gf to go away empty handed?"
And I loved these lines. They literally made me laugh out loud.
"Diana had gray eyes and Donna’s were the shade of blue favored by cover models and white supremacists.
"I need a boyfriend," Selina muttered. Everyone glanced at her."Or, you know, whatever. Here, Io, back up..."
Great work.