Wonder Woman fic: Date (Diana/Io)
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seriousficTitle: Date
Fandom: Wonder Woman
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Diana/Io, Artemis, Circe
Word Count: 3,351
Timeline: Takes place after Wonder Woman 217. Sequel to Trio.
Summary: Diana is determined not to let her first date with Io go awry, even if it kills her. Or, preferably, kills something large and scaly.
Sometimes, Lex regretted becoming president. Watching his approval rating skyrocket above Superman’s just wasn’t as much fun as building a death-ray to zap him with. He idly doodled a giant robot on his ‘from the desk of the President’ stationary. Congress would never give him the funding to build it.
He missed his old office. It was so much more opulent. This one was just… oval.
Magenta-shaded fingernails stuffed a cigar in his mouth. “Hi there, Lexy. Been a time.”
“How’d you get past the wards?”
Circe wiggled her fingers in a disinterested manner. “They’re for people who use magic. I am magic.”
“The last time we met, you turned me into a giant spider.”
“Stop living in the past. I’m here to ask what I can do for my country.”
“Leave?”
“Now, Lex, I do vote.” She waved a voter registration card for Donna Martin in front of his face. “I know you want to end the sanctions on Qu’rac and their yummy-nummy oil, but Diana and her lobbyists are all het up about a few women being stoned for getting raped…”
“Committing adultery,” Lex corrected.
“To-may-to, to-mah-to. What if I gave you a way to publicly humiliate her?”
“It’s been tried. She runs around in a one-piece bathing suit. If she can get away with that and still be hailed as a feminist icon, she’s untouchable.”
“What if there was a sex tape?” Circe lit his cigar with a two-foot-long jet of blue fire. “A not-so-heterosexual sex tape?”
Lex took a deep puff—ahh, Cuban—and said “I’d ask where it was.”
***
All the fashion magazines Artemis pretended she didn’t read finally came in handy when Io enlisted her aid in preparing for the Big Date. It seemed silly to make such a production out of it, when she’d been friends with Diana for so long. They’d even shared a few dinners, walks, and sparring contests on Paradise Island… had a rather spirited bout of foreplay too, that’d unfortunately been interrupted by Starro invading.
(Thrice-damned Starro!)
But this was their first outing to Man’s World, where clothing was very different. Just a rudimentary explanation of American fashion made Io color at the prospects of what would’ve transpired had she ever taken off her blacksmith’s apron at the embassy.
Artemis’s tastes thankfully didn’t run to the quixotic. She dressed Io in capri pants and a pullover sweater. Ironically enough, she and Diana were going incognito, dressing casually for the part. Of course, Diana made ‘casual’ look like Aphrodite.
“Be forceful, but don’t rival her,” Artemis advised as she touched up Io’s make-up. “Let her romance you, but hold your own. Be gallant at every opportunity. Be bold in lovemaking, gentle in conversation. If she’s called away on business, be gracious. She’ll already feel guilty and she always makes it up to you anyway. Be funny, but not a clown. Be aggressive, but not domineering. Compliment her, but do not be a sycophant. And above all else,” she tucked the last stray wisp of hair behind Io’s ear, “be yourself.”
“I’m… not sure I recall how.”
“You’ll do fine,” Artemis said with more compassion in her voice than Io would’ve once wagered was in her entire body. “Just devote to her the same care you would a finely-balanced sword.”
“But she’s more precious than any sword.”
“Yes, but try telling her that. And should things go well… despite the calluses, her fingers really are quite sensitive.”
“You’re the devil.”
“Yes, but don’t tell anyone.”
***
It was a bit of a surprise that the restaurant Diana had been gushing about for so long was just a Taco Whiz. Fast food’s reputation was known even on Themyscira, after the JSA had gone to Lex-Burger after a mission and Queen Hippolyta had returned to Paradise Island with a stomachache worthy of the Titans.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Diana said, looking stunning in jeans and a loose blouse under sunglasses and a baseball cap, “but they really do offer quality food at affordable prices.”
Diana was the only one Io would believe such a bold statement from.
Apparently, the staff was old friends of Diana’s. The restaurant was a little more upscale than most, so Diana and Io were seated in a private area usually used for birthday parties.
“Not to complain, but this wasn’t at all what I expected.”
“If I wanted to bowl you over, I could’ve stayed in Themyscira. This place has more of Man’s World in it than most cafes, and we won’t be bothered. My friends will see to that.”
Their food came. Io had to admit, the Princess crunching a taco was not a sight she would soon grow used to.
“So, how was your week?”
Diana swallowed and wiped some lettuce from her mouth. “The usual. Batman held a meeting at the Watchtower to discuss operational security. Cassie had a mini-break-up with Connor and we watched Pixar movies until she fell hopelessly in love again. Oh, Julia invited me to dinner at the university. Would you like to come?”
“I’d be honored. Do you have to wear those in here?”
“I suppose not.” Diana took off her sunglasses and hat, shaking her long hair free. “That’s a nice sweater you’re wearing.”
“Artemis picked it out, she was very helpful.”
“I had no idea she was so fashionable.”
“She’s become more open about it since Menalippe entered her life.”
“They do make a charming pair. How’s your week been?”
“A little out of the ordinary, actually. Phillipus wants to try nth-metal weaponry, so I’ve been experimenting with it in the forge. It’s actually a little tricky to work, since… you wouldn’t be interested.”
“No, go on.”
“It’s all very technical and boring…”
“Your lips make it interesting.”
Io didn’t blush at that, but she did when Diana began rubbing her leg under the table.
“An innovation of Man’s World,” Diana explained. “I’ve always held that we have just as much to learn as we do to teach.”
“A wise philosophy,” Io breathed.
The flashbulbs stung her eyes, putting her in the mind of a sudden explosion. She covered her face and felt Diana pulling her away from the window, where even now more paparazzi were arriving in cars and on scooters. Diana protectively ushered Io into the restroom.
“I’m sorry, one of the girls must’ve talked. Although I trusted them not to…”
“It’s alright. If you didn’t believe the best of people, you wouldn’t be you.”
Diana gave Io’s cheek a longing caress. “Wait here. I’ll bring the car around.”
Diana ignored the barrage of questions, fully believing that it was beneath her station to answer any questions asked without respect. But today’s questions were more intense than usual, and more mysterious. “Why did you make the tape?” “Who’s the blonde?” “have you ever been with a man?”
Still, Diana kept her silence as she climbed into her rusty old Ford. “Nice car, Princess!” someone shouted. She quite enjoyed the look on his face as the car transformed into her jet.
***
Diana brought them into low Earth orbit. If Io squinted, she could see planes trawling above the clouds like ships at sail. Above, the sky had darkened just enough to let in the starlight. They hovered there as Diana apologized yet again and used the onboard computer to log onto one of her more fervently updated fansites. It was shamelessly, though jokingly, sexist in its language, but very funny. The princess winced when she saw that the front page already had a shot of her and Io at dinner, with salacious implications. She scrolled down, Io watching over her shoulder. The rest of the 20 displayed entries were breaking stories on a sex tape. Diana composed a letter to Oracle asking for some internet pwnage with one hand while scrolling down with the other. Far down, there was a tiny snippet about a break-in at the embassy. Io gave Diana’s forearm a supportive rub. Diana regretfully shrugged her off and pressed down the Seek button to the side of the 20-inch screen on the console. “Embassy.”
A second later, the harried face of one of the Amazon security guards had appeared. “Diana,” she said respectfully.
“Entiope. I’ve learned there was a break-in. Was anyone hurt?”
“No. We are already investigating, as are the male authorities.” Anticipating Diana’s next question, she said “We didn’t want to interrupt your… evening, my liege.”
Diana resigned herself to a smile. “Thank you for your consideration, sister. Give the police all due cooperation.”
“It shall be.”
The screen turned the same azure color as the rest of the Lansinarian technology. Diana settled back into her chair. She was reminded of Io’s presence when strong hands descended on her shoulders and quelled the tension before it could begin.
Io consoled her, Amazon style. “You’ve had worse setbacks.”
“But very rarely have they made me want to run home and cry into my mother’s robes. Poor Dinah.”
“The fishnet one?”
Diana tugged Io down as they were cheek to cheek. “Not Black Canary? Not ‘the one with the sonic scream’?”
“The fishnets are a bit more noticeable.” Undeterred, Io began rubbing at Diana’s stomach. “So, what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to hold a press conference, no questions. Then I’m going to give an interview. Then I’m going to find the nearest minotaur and hit it really hard.”
“What did Ferdinand do to deserve that?”
Diana laughed and kissed Io’s cheek. “You know what I mean!”
“Sometimes you’re very literal.” Io’s neck was kissed. It took her a moment to realize Diana wasn’t going to stop kissing her. “Uh, Diana, what was on that tape?”
“Let me show you.”
Before Io knew it, her sweater was drawn up to her neck as Diana squeezed her breasts through the simple black T-shirt Io wore underneath. Her nipples were teased into hardness as Diana kissed her, their lips finally meeting and never parting for long.
“Are you sure?” Io asked, kicking herself. “I mean, it hasn’t been a very romantic night for you…”
“Any night with you is romantic.” Diana stroked the smooth white skin between Io’s breasts, not caring that there was fabric in the way. “Tonight isn’t about me. It’s about you. I want tonight to be special for you.”
Diana started kissing her again. Io quickly broke the seal of her belt buckle and wiggled her pants down. Diana took immediate advantage of the invitation, placing a hand on Io’s bared thigh and rubbing away. Io’s panties, only inches from Diana’s massaging hand, grew damp.
“It’s getting so hot!” Io moaned into the cool air. “Princess, I never imagined…”
“You don’t have to imagine.” Diana ran her lips along Io’s jawline one last time in farewell before dipping to Io’s groin. She quickly relieved Io of her panties, then pushed up Io’s black tee to expose all of the blacksmith’s taut stomach to her. Diana pecked at Io’s abs like they were delicacies before firmly planting her lips between Io’s thighs.
It felt as if Io’s sex had been waiting forever for that one sensation, never knowing what it was but always hungering for it. Now she finally had it and all Io could do was throw out her hands, pressing them against the cold glass of the jet’s windows. In the distance, she could see storm clouds with lightning gathering within. She knew the feeling.
Diana was moving them horizontal, spinning Io so that her whole body was spread out on the backseat. It meant Io had to rest her head against glass instead of a cushion, but she didn’t mind. Seeing Diana, on all fours, eating her out, was worth any discomfort.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, a firm sound of total satisfaction. “Mm… yes. Thank you, Princess!”
Then Diana started fingering her, and Io really felt good.
“I think, under the circumstances, you can call me Diana.” She added another finger and Io’s world shook. “Wondy, even.”
“Wah-wah-wonderful!”
“It certainly is.”
Diana kissed her and Io learned what she tasted like. She thanked the gods it was good enough for Diana.
The princess gently relieved Io of the pullover still clinging to her chest, but left the T-shirt straining to contain Io’s pert breasts and hard nipples. “Would you like to undress me, Io?”
Io felt a twitter of pleasure go through her just at the question. “Yes.”
Diana’s fingers slowed to a low, throbbing exploration of Io’s womanhood as Io undressed her. She started at the jeans, slowly and with great deliberation removing the belt from its loops. Then came the button on the fly, then the zipper… merciful gods, she could see Diana’s panties, black and moist. She just had to run a finger along their crotch.
Diana’s head drifted back with a soft exhale. “Just that. Just like that, my dear.”
Io had made her happy. Io, humble blacksmith, had made the gods’ chosen avatar feel pleasure. It was a heady sensation. Not seeking to ruin it, Io just tugged Diana’s jeans down to her knees where gravity could finish them off. Next, she took hold of the hem of Diana’s blouse, careful not to tear it. She would do this slowly, stately, as Diana preferred.
The languid unveiling seemed to amuse Diana, who stopped masturbating Io to pull off first her own pants, then Io’s from around their ankles. It left them in only black, Diana’s bottom and Io’s T-shirt. To the encouragement of Diana’s ravenous eyes, Io stripped hers off. She wished she’d worked on her tan. Her body was pale, smattered with embarrassing freckles. Her breasts were too small. Her muscles were only good for forging weapons, not using them. She felt like a fraud.
“Great Hera,” Diana said gently, finally seeing Io unclad before her. “You’re beautiful.”
Io blushed. Of course she was. Her only deficiency was forgetting that Diana had chosen her. She would never forget it again.
“Would you like to…?” Diana asked, lying back.
Actually, Io would’ve liked to selfishly demand Diana keep eating her cunt from then until Ragnarok or Armageddon or whatever came last, but she understood the reasons for the intimate explorations of Amazonian love-making. Once they’d learned enough of each others’ bodies, the true sex would begin. Io had her doubts she could survive it.
Suppressing the urge to rub her burning sex against the seat cushions for relief, Io got down on her belly and began to kiss and suckle the lips of Diana’s sex, working her way deeper as she learned every molecule. Soon, all Diana could think about was Io’s tongue, inside her, within her, pleasuring her, tormenting her, shackling her, freeing her.
To Io’s surprise, Diana began to rock her hips against the blacksmith’s face, obviously trying to force Io’s tongue deeper into her. Io even felt hands gripping her curly mop of hair. She was glad she had grown it out, as Artemis advised. It only came down to the nape of her neck, but that was more than enough for Diana’s grip.
“Your tongue feels so good in me, my dear,” Diana gasped breathlessly. She forced her hands out of Io’s hair. To Io’s amusement, they tore into the cushions next, finally settling on the seatbelts.
Then Io found Diana’s clit and their lovemaking changed from passionate to frantic. Diana ripped the seatbelts right out of their mounts.
“MERCIFUL APHRODITE!” Diana screamed, the sheer volume echoing through the small craft.
Io repeated the tiny motion of her tongue. Diana sat up, her voice high and reedy as she ululated like a bird. Io could make only one word out of the invective: “Stop.”
She pulled back. Had she hurt Diana? Had she done something wrong?
Diana immediately clawed at the back of her head with desperate, barely restrained passion. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
Io went back to work, but deliberately withheld from kissing Diana’s clit for a few seconds. It was obviously extremely sensitive, and she didn’t want to overdo it. She nipped at the small bud every couple seconds, a little jump in Diana’s steady escalation to orgasm. Finally, she could tell Diana could stand no more. Every perfect muscle was tensed in beautiful agony. But before Io could finish her off, Diana picked Io up and they crashed down together onto the floor.
Diana interlaced her legs with Io in the time-honored tradition of the Amazons, left leg between Io’s legs, right slung over Io’s powerful thigh. ‘Like riding a mare!’ Diana had cried in delight, the first time she’d attempted it. Now she knew better. No, not like riding a mare at all.
Although her body would stand for no more pleasantries, beginning to pull them together in the ancient dance, Diana could not look at Io and hold her tongue. “I’ve wanted to hold you like this for such a long time. You deserve so much…”
“It is you who is deserving, my princess…” Io adopted a halting mien from their lovemaking, which filled her head so full with thoughts of Diana’s beauty and loveliness that she almost forgot how to speak. And, indeed, the next she could only whisper. “My love.”
“My blacksmith,” Diana retorted, smiling widely now that orgasm was assured, her climax was building in her veins and about her skin and so strong that it gripped Io and refused to leave her behind. Io’s eyes fluttered and she seemed to lose track of herself. Diana held her to keep her from falling over, wordless in supplication to each and every god who had had a hand in bringing the blacksmith to her.
Io made a beautiful groan of effort, somehow voicing everything they shared. Diana laughed in agreement as Io slumped against her, wrung out like a washcloth. Perfect.
A short time later, Io’s breathing settled into one deep breath. “Diana?”
“I’m here, my love.” Diana stroked Io’s back, feeling even the modest tension of lovemaking leave the steel-hard muscles many lifetimes of forging had gifted her with.
“Good. I love you.”
“Oh, that’s what that was.” Diana kissed Io’s cheek.
Io smiled graciously and pulled herself back into the backseat, where she sorted her scattered clothes. She felt rejuvenated, like she had had a good night’s sleep and now stood in the heat of her forge, ready to begin work. “I feel like I could arm a horde, all by myself.”
Diana remained on her knees, gently kissing Io’s knee and thigh until Io could no longer ignore her.
“And do you love me? Princess?” Io asked, knowing the answer.
“As the beach loves the tide.”
“Good line.”
“Thank you. I’ve been working on it. We should return to Themyscira, find a bed to spend the night in.”
“Your mission requires you,” Io said, nodding to the computer.
“I need you,” Diana replied.
“You have me. Always. Deal with the silly boys. I’ll be waiting.” She stroked Diana’s cheek, marveling at how anything so fine could belong to the small world as her. “For hundreds of years I waited, perfecting my art, never finding true happiness. And I remained alone as you were gifted to the queen and grown into a fine warrior. Now look at us. The princess and the blacksmith. If I were with you any longer, I fear the gods would strike us down for the hubris of stealing the Elysium Fields for ourselves.”
“They’d try,” Diana said with a smile, too wise to openly disservice the gods, but getting her meaning across quite well to a laughing Io. “This day is one of surprises. First you surprise me with your lovemaking, now with your wisdom. I am blessed.”
“Don’t forget it.” Io gave one of Diana’s ebony locks a little tug. “And you can get dressed just by spinning around, right?”
Diana nodded, getting an inkling of Io’s thought.
“And this plane is invisible.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And it’s a long way back to the embassy.”
Diana patted the co-pilot’s seat. “Would you care to help me navigate, my dear?”
“I’d be delighted, my dear.”
Fandom: Wonder Woman
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Diana/Io, Artemis, Circe
Word Count: 3,351
Timeline: Takes place after Wonder Woman 217. Sequel to Trio.
Summary: Diana is determined not to let her first date with Io go awry, even if it kills her. Or, preferably, kills something large and scaly.
Sometimes, Lex regretted becoming president. Watching his approval rating skyrocket above Superman’s just wasn’t as much fun as building a death-ray to zap him with. He idly doodled a giant robot on his ‘from the desk of the President’ stationary. Congress would never give him the funding to build it.
He missed his old office. It was so much more opulent. This one was just… oval.
Magenta-shaded fingernails stuffed a cigar in his mouth. “Hi there, Lexy. Been a time.”
“How’d you get past the wards?”
Circe wiggled her fingers in a disinterested manner. “They’re for people who use magic. I am magic.”
“The last time we met, you turned me into a giant spider.”
“Stop living in the past. I’m here to ask what I can do for my country.”
“Leave?”
“Now, Lex, I do vote.” She waved a voter registration card for Donna Martin in front of his face. “I know you want to end the sanctions on Qu’rac and their yummy-nummy oil, but Diana and her lobbyists are all het up about a few women being stoned for getting raped…”
“Committing adultery,” Lex corrected.
“To-may-to, to-mah-to. What if I gave you a way to publicly humiliate her?”
“It’s been tried. She runs around in a one-piece bathing suit. If she can get away with that and still be hailed as a feminist icon, she’s untouchable.”
“What if there was a sex tape?” Circe lit his cigar with a two-foot-long jet of blue fire. “A not-so-heterosexual sex tape?”
Lex took a deep puff—ahh, Cuban—and said “I’d ask where it was.”
***
All the fashion magazines Artemis pretended she didn’t read finally came in handy when Io enlisted her aid in preparing for the Big Date. It seemed silly to make such a production out of it, when she’d been friends with Diana for so long. They’d even shared a few dinners, walks, and sparring contests on Paradise Island… had a rather spirited bout of foreplay too, that’d unfortunately been interrupted by Starro invading.
(Thrice-damned Starro!)
But this was their first outing to Man’s World, where clothing was very different. Just a rudimentary explanation of American fashion made Io color at the prospects of what would’ve transpired had she ever taken off her blacksmith’s apron at the embassy.
Artemis’s tastes thankfully didn’t run to the quixotic. She dressed Io in capri pants and a pullover sweater. Ironically enough, she and Diana were going incognito, dressing casually for the part. Of course, Diana made ‘casual’ look like Aphrodite.
“Be forceful, but don’t rival her,” Artemis advised as she touched up Io’s make-up. “Let her romance you, but hold your own. Be gallant at every opportunity. Be bold in lovemaking, gentle in conversation. If she’s called away on business, be gracious. She’ll already feel guilty and she always makes it up to you anyway. Be funny, but not a clown. Be aggressive, but not domineering. Compliment her, but do not be a sycophant. And above all else,” she tucked the last stray wisp of hair behind Io’s ear, “be yourself.”
“I’m… not sure I recall how.”
“You’ll do fine,” Artemis said with more compassion in her voice than Io would’ve once wagered was in her entire body. “Just devote to her the same care you would a finely-balanced sword.”
“But she’s more precious than any sword.”
“Yes, but try telling her that. And should things go well… despite the calluses, her fingers really are quite sensitive.”
“You’re the devil.”
“Yes, but don’t tell anyone.”
***
It was a bit of a surprise that the restaurant Diana had been gushing about for so long was just a Taco Whiz. Fast food’s reputation was known even on Themyscira, after the JSA had gone to Lex-Burger after a mission and Queen Hippolyta had returned to Paradise Island with a stomachache worthy of the Titans.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Diana said, looking stunning in jeans and a loose blouse under sunglasses and a baseball cap, “but they really do offer quality food at affordable prices.”
Diana was the only one Io would believe such a bold statement from.
Apparently, the staff was old friends of Diana’s. The restaurant was a little more upscale than most, so Diana and Io were seated in a private area usually used for birthday parties.
“Not to complain, but this wasn’t at all what I expected.”
“If I wanted to bowl you over, I could’ve stayed in Themyscira. This place has more of Man’s World in it than most cafes, and we won’t be bothered. My friends will see to that.”
Their food came. Io had to admit, the Princess crunching a taco was not a sight she would soon grow used to.
“So, how was your week?”
Diana swallowed and wiped some lettuce from her mouth. “The usual. Batman held a meeting at the Watchtower to discuss operational security. Cassie had a mini-break-up with Connor and we watched Pixar movies until she fell hopelessly in love again. Oh, Julia invited me to dinner at the university. Would you like to come?”
“I’d be honored. Do you have to wear those in here?”
“I suppose not.” Diana took off her sunglasses and hat, shaking her long hair free. “That’s a nice sweater you’re wearing.”
“Artemis picked it out, she was very helpful.”
“I had no idea she was so fashionable.”
“She’s become more open about it since Menalippe entered her life.”
“They do make a charming pair. How’s your week been?”
“A little out of the ordinary, actually. Phillipus wants to try nth-metal weaponry, so I’ve been experimenting with it in the forge. It’s actually a little tricky to work, since… you wouldn’t be interested.”
“No, go on.”
“It’s all very technical and boring…”
“Your lips make it interesting.”
Io didn’t blush at that, but she did when Diana began rubbing her leg under the table.
“An innovation of Man’s World,” Diana explained. “I’ve always held that we have just as much to learn as we do to teach.”
“A wise philosophy,” Io breathed.
The flashbulbs stung her eyes, putting her in the mind of a sudden explosion. She covered her face and felt Diana pulling her away from the window, where even now more paparazzi were arriving in cars and on scooters. Diana protectively ushered Io into the restroom.
“I’m sorry, one of the girls must’ve talked. Although I trusted them not to…”
“It’s alright. If you didn’t believe the best of people, you wouldn’t be you.”
Diana gave Io’s cheek a longing caress. “Wait here. I’ll bring the car around.”
Diana ignored the barrage of questions, fully believing that it was beneath her station to answer any questions asked without respect. But today’s questions were more intense than usual, and more mysterious. “Why did you make the tape?” “Who’s the blonde?” “have you ever been with a man?”
Still, Diana kept her silence as she climbed into her rusty old Ford. “Nice car, Princess!” someone shouted. She quite enjoyed the look on his face as the car transformed into her jet.
***
Diana brought them into low Earth orbit. If Io squinted, she could see planes trawling above the clouds like ships at sail. Above, the sky had darkened just enough to let in the starlight. They hovered there as Diana apologized yet again and used the onboard computer to log onto one of her more fervently updated fansites. It was shamelessly, though jokingly, sexist in its language, but very funny. The princess winced when she saw that the front page already had a shot of her and Io at dinner, with salacious implications. She scrolled down, Io watching over her shoulder. The rest of the 20 displayed entries were breaking stories on a sex tape. Diana composed a letter to Oracle asking for some internet pwnage with one hand while scrolling down with the other. Far down, there was a tiny snippet about a break-in at the embassy. Io gave Diana’s forearm a supportive rub. Diana regretfully shrugged her off and pressed down the Seek button to the side of the 20-inch screen on the console. “Embassy.”
A second later, the harried face of one of the Amazon security guards had appeared. “Diana,” she said respectfully.
“Entiope. I’ve learned there was a break-in. Was anyone hurt?”
“No. We are already investigating, as are the male authorities.” Anticipating Diana’s next question, she said “We didn’t want to interrupt your… evening, my liege.”
Diana resigned herself to a smile. “Thank you for your consideration, sister. Give the police all due cooperation.”
“It shall be.”
The screen turned the same azure color as the rest of the Lansinarian technology. Diana settled back into her chair. She was reminded of Io’s presence when strong hands descended on her shoulders and quelled the tension before it could begin.
Io consoled her, Amazon style. “You’ve had worse setbacks.”
“But very rarely have they made me want to run home and cry into my mother’s robes. Poor Dinah.”
“The fishnet one?”
Diana tugged Io down as they were cheek to cheek. “Not Black Canary? Not ‘the one with the sonic scream’?”
“The fishnets are a bit more noticeable.” Undeterred, Io began rubbing at Diana’s stomach. “So, what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to hold a press conference, no questions. Then I’m going to give an interview. Then I’m going to find the nearest minotaur and hit it really hard.”
“What did Ferdinand do to deserve that?”
Diana laughed and kissed Io’s cheek. “You know what I mean!”
“Sometimes you’re very literal.” Io’s neck was kissed. It took her a moment to realize Diana wasn’t going to stop kissing her. “Uh, Diana, what was on that tape?”
“Let me show you.”
Before Io knew it, her sweater was drawn up to her neck as Diana squeezed her breasts through the simple black T-shirt Io wore underneath. Her nipples were teased into hardness as Diana kissed her, their lips finally meeting and never parting for long.
“Are you sure?” Io asked, kicking herself. “I mean, it hasn’t been a very romantic night for you…”
“Any night with you is romantic.” Diana stroked the smooth white skin between Io’s breasts, not caring that there was fabric in the way. “Tonight isn’t about me. It’s about you. I want tonight to be special for you.”
Diana started kissing her again. Io quickly broke the seal of her belt buckle and wiggled her pants down. Diana took immediate advantage of the invitation, placing a hand on Io’s bared thigh and rubbing away. Io’s panties, only inches from Diana’s massaging hand, grew damp.
“It’s getting so hot!” Io moaned into the cool air. “Princess, I never imagined…”
“You don’t have to imagine.” Diana ran her lips along Io’s jawline one last time in farewell before dipping to Io’s groin. She quickly relieved Io of her panties, then pushed up Io’s black tee to expose all of the blacksmith’s taut stomach to her. Diana pecked at Io’s abs like they were delicacies before firmly planting her lips between Io’s thighs.
It felt as if Io’s sex had been waiting forever for that one sensation, never knowing what it was but always hungering for it. Now she finally had it and all Io could do was throw out her hands, pressing them against the cold glass of the jet’s windows. In the distance, she could see storm clouds with lightning gathering within. She knew the feeling.
Diana was moving them horizontal, spinning Io so that her whole body was spread out on the backseat. It meant Io had to rest her head against glass instead of a cushion, but she didn’t mind. Seeing Diana, on all fours, eating her out, was worth any discomfort.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, a firm sound of total satisfaction. “Mm… yes. Thank you, Princess!”
Then Diana started fingering her, and Io really felt good.
“I think, under the circumstances, you can call me Diana.” She added another finger and Io’s world shook. “Wondy, even.”
“Wah-wah-wonderful!”
“It certainly is.”
Diana kissed her and Io learned what she tasted like. She thanked the gods it was good enough for Diana.
The princess gently relieved Io of the pullover still clinging to her chest, but left the T-shirt straining to contain Io’s pert breasts and hard nipples. “Would you like to undress me, Io?”
Io felt a twitter of pleasure go through her just at the question. “Yes.”
Diana’s fingers slowed to a low, throbbing exploration of Io’s womanhood as Io undressed her. She started at the jeans, slowly and with great deliberation removing the belt from its loops. Then came the button on the fly, then the zipper… merciful gods, she could see Diana’s panties, black and moist. She just had to run a finger along their crotch.
Diana’s head drifted back with a soft exhale. “Just that. Just like that, my dear.”
Io had made her happy. Io, humble blacksmith, had made the gods’ chosen avatar feel pleasure. It was a heady sensation. Not seeking to ruin it, Io just tugged Diana’s jeans down to her knees where gravity could finish them off. Next, she took hold of the hem of Diana’s blouse, careful not to tear it. She would do this slowly, stately, as Diana preferred.
The languid unveiling seemed to amuse Diana, who stopped masturbating Io to pull off first her own pants, then Io’s from around their ankles. It left them in only black, Diana’s bottom and Io’s T-shirt. To the encouragement of Diana’s ravenous eyes, Io stripped hers off. She wished she’d worked on her tan. Her body was pale, smattered with embarrassing freckles. Her breasts were too small. Her muscles were only good for forging weapons, not using them. She felt like a fraud.
“Great Hera,” Diana said gently, finally seeing Io unclad before her. “You’re beautiful.”
Io blushed. Of course she was. Her only deficiency was forgetting that Diana had chosen her. She would never forget it again.
“Would you like to…?” Diana asked, lying back.
Actually, Io would’ve liked to selfishly demand Diana keep eating her cunt from then until Ragnarok or Armageddon or whatever came last, but she understood the reasons for the intimate explorations of Amazonian love-making. Once they’d learned enough of each others’ bodies, the true sex would begin. Io had her doubts she could survive it.
Suppressing the urge to rub her burning sex against the seat cushions for relief, Io got down on her belly and began to kiss and suckle the lips of Diana’s sex, working her way deeper as she learned every molecule. Soon, all Diana could think about was Io’s tongue, inside her, within her, pleasuring her, tormenting her, shackling her, freeing her.
To Io’s surprise, Diana began to rock her hips against the blacksmith’s face, obviously trying to force Io’s tongue deeper into her. Io even felt hands gripping her curly mop of hair. She was glad she had grown it out, as Artemis advised. It only came down to the nape of her neck, but that was more than enough for Diana’s grip.
“Your tongue feels so good in me, my dear,” Diana gasped breathlessly. She forced her hands out of Io’s hair. To Io’s amusement, they tore into the cushions next, finally settling on the seatbelts.
Then Io found Diana’s clit and their lovemaking changed from passionate to frantic. Diana ripped the seatbelts right out of their mounts.
“MERCIFUL APHRODITE!” Diana screamed, the sheer volume echoing through the small craft.
Io repeated the tiny motion of her tongue. Diana sat up, her voice high and reedy as she ululated like a bird. Io could make only one word out of the invective: “Stop.”
She pulled back. Had she hurt Diana? Had she done something wrong?
Diana immediately clawed at the back of her head with desperate, barely restrained passion. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
Io went back to work, but deliberately withheld from kissing Diana’s clit for a few seconds. It was obviously extremely sensitive, and she didn’t want to overdo it. She nipped at the small bud every couple seconds, a little jump in Diana’s steady escalation to orgasm. Finally, she could tell Diana could stand no more. Every perfect muscle was tensed in beautiful agony. But before Io could finish her off, Diana picked Io up and they crashed down together onto the floor.
Diana interlaced her legs with Io in the time-honored tradition of the Amazons, left leg between Io’s legs, right slung over Io’s powerful thigh. ‘Like riding a mare!’ Diana had cried in delight, the first time she’d attempted it. Now she knew better. No, not like riding a mare at all.
Although her body would stand for no more pleasantries, beginning to pull them together in the ancient dance, Diana could not look at Io and hold her tongue. “I’ve wanted to hold you like this for such a long time. You deserve so much…”
“It is you who is deserving, my princess…” Io adopted a halting mien from their lovemaking, which filled her head so full with thoughts of Diana’s beauty and loveliness that she almost forgot how to speak. And, indeed, the next she could only whisper. “My love.”
“My blacksmith,” Diana retorted, smiling widely now that orgasm was assured, her climax was building in her veins and about her skin and so strong that it gripped Io and refused to leave her behind. Io’s eyes fluttered and she seemed to lose track of herself. Diana held her to keep her from falling over, wordless in supplication to each and every god who had had a hand in bringing the blacksmith to her.
Io made a beautiful groan of effort, somehow voicing everything they shared. Diana laughed in agreement as Io slumped against her, wrung out like a washcloth. Perfect.
A short time later, Io’s breathing settled into one deep breath. “Diana?”
“I’m here, my love.” Diana stroked Io’s back, feeling even the modest tension of lovemaking leave the steel-hard muscles many lifetimes of forging had gifted her with.
“Good. I love you.”
“Oh, that’s what that was.” Diana kissed Io’s cheek.
Io smiled graciously and pulled herself back into the backseat, where she sorted her scattered clothes. She felt rejuvenated, like she had had a good night’s sleep and now stood in the heat of her forge, ready to begin work. “I feel like I could arm a horde, all by myself.”
Diana remained on her knees, gently kissing Io’s knee and thigh until Io could no longer ignore her.
“And do you love me? Princess?” Io asked, knowing the answer.
“As the beach loves the tide.”
“Good line.”
“Thank you. I’ve been working on it. We should return to Themyscira, find a bed to spend the night in.”
“Your mission requires you,” Io said, nodding to the computer.
“I need you,” Diana replied.
“You have me. Always. Deal with the silly boys. I’ll be waiting.” She stroked Diana’s cheek, marveling at how anything so fine could belong to the small world as her. “For hundreds of years I waited, perfecting my art, never finding true happiness. And I remained alone as you were gifted to the queen and grown into a fine warrior. Now look at us. The princess and the blacksmith. If I were with you any longer, I fear the gods would strike us down for the hubris of stealing the Elysium Fields for ourselves.”
“They’d try,” Diana said with a smile, too wise to openly disservice the gods, but getting her meaning across quite well to a laughing Io. “This day is one of surprises. First you surprise me with your lovemaking, now with your wisdom. I am blessed.”
“Don’t forget it.” Io gave one of Diana’s ebony locks a little tug. “And you can get dressed just by spinning around, right?”
Diana nodded, getting an inkling of Io’s thought.
“And this plane is invisible.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And it’s a long way back to the embassy.”
Diana patted the co-pilot’s seat. “Would you care to help me navigate, my dear?”
“I’d be delighted, my dear.”
