Fic: Trio (Wonder Woman)

[seriousfic]

Title: Trio
Fandom: Wonder Woman
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Diana/Donna/Kory, implied Diana/Io
Word Count: 9,832
Timeline: Takes place after Wonder Woman 217 and the Return of Donna Troy. Sequel to Feud.
Next: Date.
Acknowledgments: lurkslikefox did an absolutely tremendous job as beta.
Summary: Diana wants to find love, even if it’s other people’s.



Kory couldn’t wait until the jet had landed to try on her new Grecian robes, so she went to the hold to undo the metal filaments and peel off the armor-pieces. Donna watched, remembering what it had felt like for her heart to stop… and experiencing what it was like for it to beat faster.

“She is quite beautiful, isn’t she?” Diana grinned, noting Donna’s interest.

“I may have spoken hastily when I said she wasn’t my…” Donna blushed neon-bright. “But I’ve been gone a long time. What if she’s gotten back together with Dick?”

“Dinah told me that Dick and Ms. Grayson have been spending time together lately. Often at night.” Diana shrugged. “Of course, that could be just a Bat ‘thing’.” Diana recalled Dinah’s wistful, almost envious sigh when she’d relayed the news. Love was a wonderful thing when expressed, but when denied…

Kory returned in her silk chiton and gossamer himation. She’d done up her hair in an impossibly-condensed beehive of sorts, with coiled wisps of hair escaping the conical bun to frame her full, yet leonine face.

“How do I look?” she asked, striking a leggy pose on Donna’s lap.

“Like a goddess.”

“You’re sweet.” She reached over to punch Diana’s shoulder. “I thought only you could use the lasso like that.”

“True, but Donna is my second half. In many respects, we’re the same.”

Kory’s smile would’ve been sleazy on anyone else. “I’d love to test that theory.”

***

Diana finally did what she’d wanted to do since she first saw Kory. The alien was blessed with a full set of lips, quick to form a smile. Diana cupped Kory’s face and ran a thumb over them, actually feeling a little inadequate when she compared the callused roughness of her hand to Kory’s soft lips. Her title of princess was largely honorary; she’d spent little time being groomed for leadership when Hippolyta was expected to live forever. But Kory was royalty, born and bred.

Kory’s tongue slicked out and licked her lips, making them glimmer a little in the dim candlelit. She leaned forward, a magnetic embrace that drew Diana forward as well. They kissed. It blew away all Diana’s preconceptions. Kory was forceful yet yielding, eager to please and easy to be pleased. Her hands skimmed Diana’s sides, her hips and ribs, before coming up to undo her own himation. Without it, her chiton was a scant covering more like an halter top than anything else, barely coping with the swell of her cleavage and breaking off at her strong back. The main remnant was two linen straps that closed at the neck and widened about her breasts like a smock, leaving her collarbone and most of her back bare.

It was an invitation Diana would’ve been a fool’s fool to deny. She teased at the hips, touching Kory through the silken chiton as the Tamaranian had done earlier, then skimming closer up the slightest narrowing of the waist and the power of the torso. Her hands cinched behind Kory, feeling out the rippling muscles and the curve of her spine. With another kiss, she elicited her first moan of the evening and received a lingering smile from Kory. Diana smiled back. She was quite enjoying herself.

Kory took hold of Diana and began to turn her around, skillfully undoing one end of her sari and holding it in her teeth so more and more was unraveled as Diana spun. Diana turned it into a game, pirouetting like a ballerina with a grace that would make her the envy of any dance company.

Kory watched, her lust put on hold by the beauty before her. Diana’s movements were as much a work of art as the slow exposure of her body. It was like seeing Botticelli’s Venus take flight. Every layer of clothing removed replaced the hint of beauty with a promise, a promise with deliverance. Until Diana stood before Kory, her garments strewn around her like a cocoon, the last of them dropping from Kory’s slacken jaw.

Now she knew why they’d made her a goddess.

***

No many how many times she saw it, the Cathedral of the Holy Cross always impressed Diana. She couldn’t help it, religious beauty just had a greater effect on her than secular artistry. So much of Themyscira’s beauty was attributable to and in honor of the gods that she had a heightened appreciation of it in Man’s World. Perhaps some of it was simple balance. After far too many years seeing the evils that could come from the misuse of religion, and the horrors perpetuated by false gods like Darkseid, she took a great deal of comfort in the knowledge that there were still people who honored their gods with beauty instead of mindless violence.

Father Gregory was waiting on the stairs for her. He was an elderly man, though still vital. Diana suspected they would’ve made quite a contrast, her in her pure white robes, him in his black cassock. It would’ve made a great photo opportunity, if she hadn’t slipped into Boston before the service could begin. Hopefully, being in a church would deter some of the fervor that her public appearances could generate.

The priest nodded respectfully to her. “Princess Diana. Always a pleasure. Will Mrs. Kapatelis be joining you?”

“Later, perhaps, for mass. We’re early. My time on Olympus ended early.” Diana adjusted her lasso. “Sometimes I envy your monotheism.”

“We all have our crosses to bear,” Father Gregory joked. “You said ‘we’?”

“Oh, I’ve been rude.” She turned to gesture at the young woman standing behind her. “This is Donna Troy, and the golden-skinned one is… missing.”

Donna looked around frantically, settling on a horse-drawn carriage parked on the street. Kory was nuzzling the horse, scratching behind its ears and patting its flank.

“Donna, they have a carriage ride! Isn’t that romantic? We must go!”

Donna looked to Diana, who put her hands on her hips firmly… before her face relaxed into a small smile. “Go on, have fun. I’ll catch up.”

It seemed for a moment as if Donna would argue for Diana to come along, but then she remembered Diana’s obligations and merely waved goodbye. Diana waved back and watched the carriage driver return, just in time for Donna to hold out a large amount of money to him. What was it about the very young that made the not-quite-as-young feel incredibly old?

Father Gregory opened the doors for her and gestured inside. “At least you’ll be able to find a good seat.”

“There are some things they’d prefer to be alone for anyway.”

***

Donna couldn’t take it any longer. From behind Diana, she reached past her mentor and unclasped one of the straps of Kory’s chiton. It yawed open, revealing first the curve of Kory’s left breast and then its erect point. In Donna’s experience, many women had cleavage that was emphasized by the clothes they wore, making the suggestion of bare flesh more effective than actual nakedness. But Kory’s nudity made her seem even more voluptuous. The remaining strap stayed plastered to her chest by some miracle of physics, but slipped a little down Kory’s shoulder. Kory teasingly held it up, faking wholesome modesty with a girlish giggle.

Diana leaned down, an almost worshipful bowing, and took the exposed nipple between her lips. Kory cooed and reached for Donna, only to find her lover bent down to kiss Diana’s bare back. The Amazon made her way up Diana and toward Kory, counting the faintest suggestion of each rib through Diana’s flesh, then marking off the vertebra of the spine with her tongue. Her teeth flashed when she rounded the shoulders, sinking into the back of Diana’s neck. Diana went slack on Kory’s nipple to gasp, surprised at the animalistic move from her meek sidekick.

Donna licked the bite mark, then made her way with almost apologetic kisses up Diana’s hairline to her ear. Kory intercepted her, commanding Donna’s attention with a hand along her cheek. The mere touch sent a feeling of power shooting through Donna.

“Donna,” Kory said softly, releasing the chiton’s strap to leave her upper body entirely bare. “I need you.”

***

“Donna, what happened to her?”

The invisible jet had hit a patch of turbulence on their way to the next appointment of the Equinox. The Y-shaped seatbelt that terminated between Kory’s tights vibrated, a negligible interruption in the smooth flight for anyone else, but enough to make the Tamaranian screw up her face in contented arousal.

Donna bit her lip guiltily. “There might’ve been a spot under the bleachers at that school you lectured at. You remember, the reforestation thing?”

Kory cackled as the jet hit an updraft.

“What exactly did you do?” Diana asked as she engaged stealth mode.

“It’s more what I didn’t do. There were some other people who had the same idea… and… I got self-conscious.”

“Donna, Donna, Donna…” Diana chided. “How many times must I tell you not to start something you don’t intend to finish?”

“I wasn’t not finishing, I was just putting off until later!”

Kory had just noticed the stealth mode meant a lot less turbulence. “Could we fly through that patch again?”

“I was going to make it up to her later,” Donna said defensively.

“See that you do.”

“You’re both horrible Amazon slut-girl teases and you’re not my friends!” Kory cried.

***

While Diana’s full breasts were perfectly in proportion to her athletic body and Donna’s were modest by superheroine standards, Kory had an overabundance, an exuberance, of cleavage. As soon as it was exposed, both Amazons went straight for Kory’s breasts.

Diana couldn’t tell what Donna was doing over the blood pounding in her ears, although occasionally the other woman would brush against her with the side of her flank or the abrasion of her elbow. Whatever it was had the virtue of experience; Kory moaned long and loud. Diana preferred to experiment, just enjoying the fullness and buoyancy of Kory’s flesh. The nipple in particular was perfect for suckling, aspiring to diamond-denseness in strides accordant with Diana’s actions. She quickly deduced a love of animalistic nibbling, like wolves might do with their mates. So that’s where Donna had learned it from. A hard clamping of the areola made Kory howl.

Diana’s hand circled Donna’s hip and they both sat up, leaving Kory writhing and touching her saliva-anointed breasts.

“Let’s play,” Diana said, running a finger over Donna’s earlobe.

They leaned down and nipped at Kory’s ears as one, driving her wild. Torturing her. She groped her own breasts, obviously still sensitive from their efforts, and moaned in a mixture of disappointment and satisfaction, like a petulant girl who had wanted candy and gotten ice cream instead.

In short order they moved to her shoulders, then up the sides of her strong neck, kissed her on either cheek, and then Donna and Diana’s lips met inches above Kory’s own. Just as the kiss was ending but before they had even parted, Kory lunged forward to capture Donna’s lips in a long, soulful kiss. Diana was actually impressed by its passion.

“Please, Donna.” Kory had Donna’s hand and was pressing it down between her gilded thighs, which glimmered with moisture. “I burn.”

Kory’s hand caressed Donna’s cheek as it pressed her down the exquisitely-formed riverbed of her body. Diana’s lips gently parted as she moved in to sample what had cultivated her friend, but Donna grabbed her by the hair and insistently tugged Diana down alongside herself.

Diana’s chin traveled up and down the dune of Kory’s breast. She brushed Donna’s hand away. Her tongue swabbed over the crest, encompassing the nipple in a wet laving. Kory felt every taste bud prickle her sensitive flesh. She bit back a moan. Then Diana came up, favored her with an impudent smile, and blew a chilly stream of air across the wet teat. The little bud hardened and swelled with a protracted moan from Kory. She squirmed; if felt so right, but as much as she didn’t want Diana to stop she needed more.

Before Diana could flick the nipple with her tongue, Donna wrapped a comradely arm around her waist. “We promised we would do this as a team.” Her lips tousled Diana’s ear. “And besides, this is much better.”

Diana followed Donna down to Kory’s groin. It was smooth and hairless, formed with surprising petiteness and decidedly appetizing. But as delectable as it looked, other considerations came first. Diana kissed Donna’s cheek. “Go on. I’d just like to watch.”

Donna looked at Kory, her legs slightly parted, her arms loosely thrown up over her head like a pin-up girl, her smile the only thing clothing her. Donna moved forward like sand ran down an hourglass. Her hands slowly set in along Kory’s pelvic bone, fanning out to touch the tiny indentations left by her armor’s waistband. Her fingers swept to either side, ticking the falls and rises. Kory squirmed a little, kicking at her playfully. Diana caught her foot for Donna, took hold of both of them, and held Kory’s legs open. The action took her behind Donna and pressed her up against the younger woman’s back, the weight of her breasts settling on Donna, the close proximity intoxicating. After a lifetime of never thinking of Diana that way, Donna was making up for lost time.

She followed the trail of the waistband down Kory’s hips and then onto her rounded buttocks. Kory arched her back, lifting her ass off the floor and practically offering herself to Donna. Donna got a firm grip and squeezed. Her nails sunk in, perched along the crevice of Kory’s ass. With Kory held in place, she leaned forward… to blow on the Tamaranian’s engorged clit.

Kory groaned in disappointment. “Not you too!”

Diana tickled her foot in mock-torture. Kory kicked and pleaded and Donna, at long last, dove in, her tongue jabbing deep into Kory’s pussy. Kory yelped her way into a deep moan, curling up at the waist to get closer to Donna. She was now floating in the air and Diana stood up, circled around to embrace her from behind, sharing in the mesmerizing sight of Donna lapping between Kory’s legs. Kory and Diana squeezed each others’ hands.

“She’s exquisite,” Kory said breathlessly. “You did a good job.”

“She did it herself,” Diana replied, with not a trace (well, maybe a trace) of pride.

“Sure she did.” Kory kissed the side of Diana’s neck, and when she spoke next her voice was keening and high. “She wants you to share in this.”

“I don’t want to unbalance…”

“She…” Kory shivered and relaxed into Diana’s grip, a peak climbed and descended. “Wants you to.”

Her entire body undulating with each step, like a huntress going into the woods or a supplicant approaching an altar, Diana rounded Kory’s floating body and knelt down beside Donna.

***

Kory was getting more impatient. Diana had been at a book signing at Miami Beach and being around all the nubile, bikini- and speedo-clad teenagers was like taking a kid to the zoo. Halfway through she excused herself to go for a swim. When she came back, the chiton was a wet rag anchored to her body and diaphanous in places. That ceased to be a problem when she took it off entirely, proving that the bra and panties she wore under it doubled as beachwear. Diana wondered why she didn’t just skinny-dip, but then that was what man’s society did. You got used to making concessions.

Kory smelled of sea salt and had a wide smile that wouldn’t leave as she lay down to sun herself into dryness. It gave the book signing a very interesting atmosphere, although Diana could do without the thousand and one “what’s her phone number?” questions. In one case someone expected her to sign a centerfold of a woman dressed like her, but with her natural beauty surgically butchered, while asking if Diana and Kory were lovers in the most crass terms.

But on the whole it was a positive. As they talked about the risks and rewards of a more open sexuality in society (a kind of flowing conversation where people would have their books signed, stick around to continue to talk, and eventually be part of the growing roundtable), Kory was like a centerpiece, a living conversation piece that occasionally chimed in with an insight from Tamaran. It was an alien culture, one with its own problems and with a society that probably wouldn’t totally suit Earth, but she made some good points as her body dried into a statue carved from polished gold.

Halfway through, Donna laid down beside Kory and they got into a small argument about Tamaran while building sand castles. Diana conceded to the audience that she knew some interesting people and tried not to worry what the papers would say tomorrow.

***

Over the years, Diana had heard… complaints. Not gossip. Complaints. Donna had told her, in a candid moment, that Dick and Kory could be very public about their affections. Considering they lived in a skyscraper…

And later, Cassie had bemoaned the volume of Donna and Kory’s get-togethers.

After all the hype, it was a relief to get away from the breathy moans and drawn-out sighs for some actual noise.

Kory spent a few breathless moments just processing that Diana had joined Donna between her thighs, then she went into overdrive. The Tamaranian equivalent of adrenaline must’ve been overflowing her veins. She alternated between grabbing her legs to try to spread them and lift them further, exposing more of herself to the Amazons’ attentions, and grabbing onto their heads and hair and faces to try to force them to go deeper. Her cries throughout were plaintive, mewling, wanting, insatiable. Diana ran a hand along her thigh just to try to sooth her. Kory grabbed it up to place on her breast. The damn thing was burning up.

Kory broke off a scream to go into a sort of breathy, panting plea. “Donna, Donna, please…”

Diana felt herself gently being forced to the side by Donna. She went, kissing along the sway of Kory’s hip, tonguing what seemed like an erogenous zone (although Kory’s whole body could’ve been an erogenous zone by the way she sounded)and watching as Donna buried her face in the center of Kory’s spread cunt. Diana could recognize the expertise of old lovers, the way Donna wielded Kory’s body like a weapon to bring the Tamaranian higher and higher until… the breast Diana still held was pounding like it was a drum struck by the frantic alien heartbeat, the nipple pricking Diana’s palm. Kory screamed, impossibly loud, an echoing resonant sound of lust and power and satisfaction and desire, still desire and craving.

She gestured for Diana and the Amazon came to her, was embraced and held as Kory rode out an orgasm so strong it was like a physical ordeal. Halfway through she achieved a kind of grace, her face buried in Diana’s dark hair. Diana felt her body twist with a final contortion and then slacken in an impossibly short amount of time, until she was puddled on the bed. Donna crept up to take possession of Kory as well, the two of them with their arms plying the near-comatose woman. Love was an opium that had rendered her insensate.

Donna’s face was wet with Kory’s juices, but she was proudly nonchalant about it, even licking her lips casually. “I never thought I’d be here,” she confessed to Diana across the gulf of Kory’s supine form. “There were so many boyfriends who didn’t work out that I never thought I’d find love. And never someone who accepted me like Kory does.”

At the sound of her name, Kory made a small noise from her bliss. Donna petted her lovingly, trailing two fingers off her chin and down her chest, between her breasts. They’d developed a ponderous slump, with their large size and Kory’s wrung-out, reclining posture. Diana found it attractive enough to casually touch, as if she were checking a fruit’s ripeness. Kory made another small noise as an inclement was added to her doped-out languidness.

“You’ve grown into a fine young woman,” Diana said, moving her hand from the sloping breast to fit over Donna’s hand, which was aggressively toiling across Kory’s abdomen. “With someone of your calibre, love finds you. You deserve this happiness.”

Donna squeezed her hand. “Thank you.” She set her face down on the pillow, which was friezed by Kory’s hair as if the red locks were a river that had left a stream bank of contours. Donna’s nostrils flared and her eyes twitched shut as she scented the sea salt still on Kory’s hair. “She’s not that tired, you know. She’s just giving me a chance to rest. I’m not used to keeping pace with you. You could probably still find the energy to wrestle a Cereberus.”

Diana rubbed the webbing of Donna’s hand with her thumb. “I’d much rather wrestle you.”

“I’d hope.” Donna yawned, and spoke still in the muffled last stages of the exhale. “I should’ve napped on the plane.”

“Don’t feel bad, I’m old, I need naps too.”

“You’re not old.”

Diana contemplatively bunched her cleavage up and watched them sag back down. They didn’t look half as attractive as Kory’s, which managed to remain mostly firm despite godsdamned gravity. “I’m… Great Hera, I didn’t even think to keep track until well after I left Themyscira. I know I was twenty when the island’s magic stopped me from aging, but after I gave up my immortality… what would you put me at, thirty?”

“You look like a twenty-five-year-old and you’re wiser than a hundred-year-old.”

“Listen to me, I sound so vain.” Diana cuddled against Kory, who made a superb mattress, blanket, and pillow with her warmth and pliancy. “But when I grew up, I didn’t have to worry about finding someone. You know, someone special. There were plenty of Amazons I’d met only in passing and for a long time I thought the whole idea was silly and a little gross. I honestly wanted to be a vestal virgin my entire immortal life. Then there were men in my life, so I couldn’t use heterosexuality as an excuse anymore, and I met so many wonderful people with so much to teach me and… I never met The One. That person who was just right. And now I’m thirty, at least, and I wonder where my love is. Where…”

Donna wasn’t listening anymore. She was fast asleep, curled against Kory, and that struck Diana as a much better idea than continuing to anguish over not having enough love or the kind of love she prayed to Aphrodite for or worrying that the one she wanted had been left behind and snatched up by Lois Lane or Oliver Queen while she played peacemaker for the entire world.

Her dreams, unsurprisingly, touched little upon the wonderful memories she had made that night.

***

Diana found Brazil as beautiful as ever and wished she had more time to visit the rain forests. Instead she gave a speech on conservation twenty miles away from that which she hoped to preserve. Donna and Kory translated her Spanish into Portuguese and English.

Despite herself, the speech was boilerplate environmentalism. The day was winding down and she wanted to sup in Themyscira. There was a fell wind in Brazil that she disliked. In the Southern Hemisphere, the Spring Equinox meant the beginning of winter. The Fates had been kind in returning Donna, but prices were extracted for all their mercies. Diana didn’t like to think about how cold winter could be.

Her misgivings cleared away as quickly as the vortex that had once guarded Paradise Island. The clouds were light bandings of fluff, the sun was a perfect yellow disc just about to begin its parabolic ebb, and even the carrier group had backed up far enough to barely mar the horizon.

Diana let the jet flow over the landscape, shuddering with each delta. It made her wish she was already flying unencumbered. With an impatient sigh, she put the jet down. A small crowd had gathered. Diana was relieved to find none of the island’s government was there. They would all have more important things to do and Diana wasn’t in the mood for a lot of ostentatious ceremony.

In a pleasant not-quite-surprise, Io was waiting for her. They didn’t even bother with the courteous bows, just smiled and embraced. Io had dressed for the occasion in the increasingly popular fashion of Man’s World; in this case, a shoulderless and nearly backless evening gown. Its black contours were all sequins and sparkles. It seemed a bit… feminine for the blacksmith, but Diana liked it. It was cute, and felt alluringly cool to Diana’s touch.

“It’s good to have you back,” Io said, her voice as low as it was familiar.

Diana cradled her friend’s head, “it’s only been a few weeks.”

”Far too long.” Io broke the embrace, as if Diana were suddenly too hot to touch. “Besides, Lyta missed you.”

“Did she now?” Diana arched an eyebrow.

“Terribly.”

Kory burst out of the jet, zipping around it and buzzing the crowd like a daredevil pilot. Every bird-like swoop made her voluptuous body treble as Kory ‘stretched her legs’ in the clear air and bright sunshine. “What is that delectable smell!?”

Donna wearily followed Kory out, holding her skirt to keep it from flying up in the breeze. “Island full of beautiful women… how did I know she’d say that?”

Io struggled to track Kory’s erratic movements. “We’re preparing a feast…”

“A feast!” Kory cried, turning the word into a celebration. She flew down to scoop up Donna. “Did you hear that, my love? A feast in our honor! These people know how to treat a princess of Tamaran!”

“Actually, it’s in Gaea’s honor. But I’m sure she wouldn’t mind sharing.”

Kory dropped Donna into Io’s muscular arms and grabbed Diana, dragging the amusedly resisting Amazon toward the feast’s appetizing smell. Io and Donna shrugged and followed after the duo as Kory tried to pick Diana up and Diana remained resolutely earthbound.

“Come, friend Diana! Let the gluttony commence!”

***

Diana woke up to the most interesting warmth suffusing her body. It was similar to when Dinah’s cat had crept into bed with them, only larger… warmer. The sensation soon expanded to include a lethargic wetness on her breast. Diana opened her eyes. Kory was entwined around her, nuzzling and occasionally licking at her cleavage, batting at a lock of hair with one lazy finger. Diana rolled onto her back to give Kory better access, held her gently in her arms.

“Good morning to you too.”

Kory kissed her other breast. “Morning.”

“Where’s Donna?”

“Making breakfast. She’ll be back shortly. Do you have any plans for the day that don’t involve mind-blowing sex?”

Diana mimed thinking about it, hand to chin, and Kory licked her nipple again. Her tongue had the most interesting texture… “Not now, no.”

“Good.” Kory curled up next to her, burying herself in the pillows. “I just wanted to say that you’re sort of an inspiration to me. And not just because Donna looks up to you, though that is a part of it. You were like me. You left paradise, came to a world that wasn’t your own, and you succeeded beyond anyone’s expectations. It was very helpful, knowing this world could embrace someone like that.”

Diana hugged her. “Glad I could help.”

“And you have really great breasts.”

“Thank you,” Diana said, thinking it was the nicest compliment her breasts had ever received.

“May I touch them?”

“I think we’ve passed that junction.”

“Oh! I mean, uhh… a lot.”

“You may.”

Kory got down to the serious business of breast-fondling with such an intense concentration that Diana just had to laugh. And hum. And moan.

“I see Kory’s giving you the full treatment.” Donna was leaning against the doorway, mixing something sweet-smelling in an earthenware bowl with a metal wire whisk. “Do you take dadiah with your groping?”

“Whenever I can.”

“Donna, feel them, they’re so bouncy in the morning!”

“Stop for a second,” Diana said. Kory was put-out until Diana cuddled her. “And Donna, come here. I want to share something with you.”

Donna’s eyebrows perked up.

“Not that. That comes later. Here, bed, now.”

Holding the bowl of yogurt-like sweetness carefully, Donna slipped into bed with them. Diana put her other arm around her. “Waking in Themyscira isn’t like in other places. The air is purer. The sky is bluer, the sun is brighter. Take a moment to appreciate it.”

Donna took a deep breath. Diana did as well, breathing in not only the morning, but the faded smell of their mingled and dried sweat, the excitement of Kory’s body, the creamy sweetness of the dadiah. Kory dipped a finger into the dadiah and slurped it clean.

“Kory! We were having a moment!”

“Sorry.” Kory crossed her legs and took a deep breath. Diana snitched some dadiah herself. “Hey!”

“We’ve already had our moment. It’s your turn.”

Kory pouted and flicked some dadiah onto the slope on Diana’s left breast. With mock-contriteness, she leaned down to lick it up. Diana forgot all about enjoying the morning.

Kory scooped up a handful of dadiah and slathered it around Diana’s right breast, giving it a grope in the process. Diana smiled benevolently at the pleasantly liquid feeling on her skin. The dadiah was milky and smooth, slow to trickle off her breast and smear on her belly, her thigh, her sternum.

“Donna, could you help me clean up?” Kory asked as Diana sucked the dadiah off her fingers.

Donna set the bowl of dadiah aside.

***

Diana’s dress was more of a sari than chiton and himation, wrapped around her waist in several layers and looped around the rest of her body in tapering straps. Io kept a hand on her back as they walked through Themyscira, puzzling out the strange material, rubbing it between her fingers as she would have groped Diana’s supple skin if given half the chance.

“You know what day it is, of course,” Io said. “The day of tribute to Aphrodite.”

“She was… ‘feeling her oats’ when I last saw her,” Diana shared.

“Will you be staying, then?”

Diana shook her head. “I’ll probably excuse myself on account of business. The Justice League will most likely have something requiring my urgent attention, and if not the embassy will have paperwork. Donna and Kory, I’m sure, would be quite willing to partake on my behalf.”

Daringly, Io pulled Diana close and rested her head on the warrior’s shoulder. “You’ve been distant these past few months. Even more distant than you’ve been since you went to Man’s World. There was a time when you couldn’t wait for the Festival of Aphrodite…” Io quailed suddenly, fearing she’d overstepped her bounds. “Or so I heard.”

“My priorities have shifted.” Diana took hold of Io and propelled them into the air, up and through a low-hanging cloud. “Look at this island, my friend. You’ve been to Man’s World, seen how bad it can get. Don’t you appreciate this paradise more? All of the Earth could be like this, if I merely… try… hard enough.” Diana smiled sheepishly. Io was clinging to her a bit tightly. “More warning next time?”

“I am slightly… suspicious of heights.”

Diana set them down in a grove by the little caravan, watching the Amazons as they showered Donna and Kory with hospitality. “Look at them. Two lovers, seemingly without a care in the world. They shouldn’t have a care in the world. And yet they have to worry about guns and war and… did you know Kory was a slave once?”

Io covered her mouth with her hand in shock.

Diana nodded sadly. “I’m not obsessed. I take my pleasure where I find it. But the mission is so important… so very important…”

Io squeezed Diana’s hand. “You’re important too…” Diana looked at her lovingly. “To all of us, I mean. You’re the flame that warms us, the… the flower that grows out of our soil. I’m no good at this… you’re like our hopes for the future, and we all… just want you to be happy.” Io became acutely aware of Diana’s hand in hers, but couldn’t do anything to detangle them. “What kind of paradise are you building if a good woman has to be miserable to bring it about?”

“I’m not miserable.” Diana shook their joined hands playfully. “I have friends like you.”

When Diana let their hands fall free, Io rubbed at her fingers. “Nothing more?”

***

Diana closed her eyes to shut out the memories. Io was a friend, a dear friend, but she was wrong. Diana was a warrior. She didn’t need anyone. That’s why the gods hadn’t sent out an entire battalion to Man’s World. Just her. Because she was all that was necessary.

Her fingers were white-knuckled. Left hand in Donna’s dark hair, shorter than Diana’s and more silky, more sweet-smelling. Right hand in Kory’s, the red curls tickling her palms and slipping between her fingers. She forced them against her cleavage and held them there even when she knew they wouldn’t leave and her hands could be put to better use elsewhere. It felt better knowing she could hold them close to her.

Their wet lips wrapped around her nubs and suckled them like pieces of hard candy. Their heads bobbed and weaved, pulling Diana's breasts this way and that. And their hands moved across each other, each tickling the undersides of the other's breasts and feeling the smoothness of the other's skin.

Diana had no choice but to gasp at the unbelievable pleasure. For a moment, her overloaded brain told her dubious body that both of the linguses were the same. This delusion was sort of a tactile version of double-vision and was quickly sorted out as Diana calmed herself to prevent a pre-emptive orgasm.

Kory was rough, actually nibbling on Diana's breast, but every pain brought with it new pleasure. She apologized for the bites by nuzzling and licking and kissing, making love to the flesh until it was one finely-tuned erogenous zone.

Donna was less extreme, more dutiful. She knew what Diana liked – the constant heightening and tightening pleasure of a good suckle, her nipple growing more and more erect until it was diamond-hard and fingertip-sensitive – and she kept at it even as Diana’s body convulsed and flexed in the most intriguing ways. She would not be deterred, and together she and Kory held Diana more or less still as her oncoming orgasm shook her like a train thundering down nearby rails.

As Donna craned her neck to lick the underside of a creamy breast, the only respite she allowed for Diana’s swollen nipple, Kory grabbed Diana's hand and repositioned it on her own chest, then bit deeply into Diana's breast. The recipient of her bestial love was so grateful that she pinched Kory's nipple with the same force, pulling it back so far that her breast was nearly conical before she released it to bounce back to pained voluptuousness.

Kory was so aroused that her lips went slack, letting her hot breath break across Diana’s breast as she panted in and out. Diana moaned at the new stimuli and Donna broke with tradition to blow cool air over Diana’s other nipple, making the Amazon pump her legs frantically across the mattress.

Kory took Diana in her arms, leaving Donna to move around and blow on Diana’s back in slightly ridiculous excitement. The Tamaranian draped Diana’s arms around her neck.

“No more foreplay,” she said, ushering Diana down toward her parted legs, her wet sex. “Donna,” she crooked her finger, “you too.”

“No,” Diana said, paused above Kory’s fragrant womanhood. “You had your turn.” She kissed Kory’s belly button consolingly before rearing up and reaching behind her to grab Donna, fingers once more finding and locking into the silken hair. “It’s Donna’s time now.”

As disappointed as Kory was, she smiled widely. To pleasure her love side-by-side with Wonder Woman…

Donna bit her lip. “Oh, I don’t want to be a bother. Really, Diana, you can go ahead of me.”

“My only wish is to serve…” Diana breathed, leaning back to run her lips up Donna’s jawline.

“Then Kory can go a-OH-gain, I don’t mind, reaaaaaallllyyyy…” Donna trailed off into a pleased warble as Diana’s tongue curled into her ear.

“Neither of you want to be the meat in our little sandwich?” Kory looked downcast. “In retrospect, I feel terribly guilty.”

Donna waved her hand as best she could with Diana crawling on top of her. “Oh, don’t feel guilty.”

“Okay!” Kory said in a brightly chipper voice, leaping onto Donna as well.

***

There was a certain thrill, intellectual and more than a little nostalgic, that Diana took in seeing who was seated where at the grand table. It was as reliable a measure as any for seeing how relationships had been rewoven in the timeless (or static) world of Themyscira. This year, Menalippe was sitting by Artemis, who was consenting to be fed slices of pomegranate. Appropriate; Diana had always thought of Gaea’s Day as alike the occasion of Persephone returning from the underworld.

More obviously, Donna and Kory sat side by side to Diana’s left, with Io humbly filling in on her right. Usually, Hippolyta had taken that chair after coming down from her ceremonial throne. But that had been a number of years ago. Diana appreciated having a friend to fill the hole, making it inconspicuous with its occupancy. Like the pink, healthy skin replacing a scar.

Donna was having a rather hard time explaining the Festival of Aphrodite, all stammers and awkward pauses, with Kory’s nitrous-oxide giggling not helping. Diana leaned over to settle the matter before the food arrived. “In Themyscira, there are three real sexualities. There are those who devote themselves to celibacy and the glory of the gods.”

“Ooh, can I have a shot at them?” Kory laughed. Donna and Diana slapped her hands.

“They’re sequestered away for prayer. There are those who follow the way of Narcissus, although there is less call for onanism since visitors were allowed on the island. Then there are those who intermarry.”

Kory stopped laughing. “You mean, all the jokes…”

“Crude, but more or less accurate.”

“Less,” Donna assured her.

“I must tell the boys back at Titans Tower. They will flip!”

“Please don’t gossip,” Diana said. “We are not a freakshow. We are a culture of love and respect, just as yours is.”

“I didn’t mean to offend.”

“We know,” Donna said quickly, glancing at Diana. “Don’t we?”

“Of course. However, immortality brings its own unique challenges to love. It’s easy to fall into routine, to become bored with one another. We have various… strategies for dealing with this: Polyamory, experimentation, amiable separation and reunion… but the most widely practiced and effective is the Festival of Aphrodite. Couples invite a trusted friend into their bed for a night, and the three live as one household for anywhere from a week to years.”

“Egeria, Acantha, and Phthia have never slept under different roofs since four hundred years ago!” Io chimed.

Kory practically jolted up from her seat. She quickly leaned over and began whispering in Donna’s ear. Donna’s eyes widened and she looked over at Diana.

Diana didn’t at all like where this was going.

Kory waved at her sweetly, then pulled Donna to her for more hurriedly whispered conference.

***

Kory was in constant, undulating motion, as if the sex were a smorgasbord and she wanted to sample every delicacy. Every time they got a good rhythm going, Kory would wiggle around to lick at a different erogenous zone. It kept Diana on her toes, but also irritated her. When she pinned Kory to the bed and bit her neck domineeringly, Donna had no complaints. She slid in between Diana and Kory to kiss at Kory’s abs and pelvis and lower. Diana watched Kory’s eyes flutter in silent appreciation, then felt a tiny nip at her own labia. She moaned in soft counterpoint to Kory’s purrs.

After Diana had come from Donna’s thorough pleasuring, Donna laid down on the other end of the bed. Diana abandoned Kory to crawl over to her. Donna was pinned down by Diana’s hands on her wrists. Then their lower bodies melted together, the roughness of Diana’s kneecaps brushing along the sides of her legs. Diana’s hands moved to her shoulders, propped up her body as she lowered her breasts to Donna’s waiting mouth. Donna looked to Kory, hovering behind Diana and watching the Amazons meld with a appreciation that combined the art critic and the pervert. She kept opening and closing her thighs, revealing the juices trickling down the insides of them. With a salacious wink, Donna bit Diana as Kory might. Diana’s groan held a pleased chuckle at the end, and she moved a hand down to lazily bat at Donna’s breasts.

“You’ve become a consummate lover as well,” Diana complimented.

“With Kory, it kind of goes with the territory.” Donna scissored her girlishly slim thighs about Diana’s hips. Even now, she seemed like a slimmer and less developed version of Diana, a little sister cut from the same mold. It was in their movements that they differed, Donna’s eager rush to please herself, her mentor, and her lover. She humped up against Diana’s body as her elder languidly met her and sloped down against her.

As Kory looked on in stunned silence, Diana and Donna fit together like a lock with a key. Their legs curled together and branched off, trailing down the bedsheets, and their pink slits met in a fusion that was first fumbling, then slow and erotic. They grinded against each other, breathing harder but not yet heavily. Donna lifted herself up on her elbows and Diana propped herself up on her outstretched arms, becoming a creature with four arms and no legs. They grinned as the heat built up between them, Donna nervously, Diana with easy confidence.

As Donna craned her head back to moan, Diana sat up so they were at last face to face. She reached out to sample the texture of Donna’s body. Stroked Donna’s cheek in sisterly affection, then moved her hand down between Donna’s breasts and over her clenched abdomen with a more intimate touch.

“Kory,” Diana said, her voice clear and commanding, even more so for the lust underlying it. “I’ve gotten her hot for you. Now come love her.”

Kory charged the bed like a wild animal, overjoyed she was being invited to enter into the cozy equilibrium rather than shattering it. She leapt onto the mattress. Panting, she crawled around, looking for an opening. Her gaze made Donna tremble all over.

“Give it to her hard,” Diana said, her voice becoming more openly lustful. Heated. “I want to see her take it.”

Kory stood up and stepped across their joined bodies, standing astride them like they were a river and she were the Colossus of Rhodes. The ostentatious posing made Donna giggle, letting go of the tension she’d carried with her into Wonder Woman’s bedroom. Kory smiled back, then took careful hold of Donna’s hair and pulled her in.

Donna took hold of Kory’s hips, stimulatingly brushing their sides, then reaching around to grab her firm, ample buttocks. Kory pulled on Donna’s hair impatiently and Donna squeezed Kory’s ass, knowing how frustratingly pleasant it must feel.

The grinding together of the Amazons’ bodies, as if linked at their cores, was making Diana feverish. The friction was building and building. She dealt with it. She bit her lip, closed her eyes and opened them wide, flared her nostrils, wiped the sweat from her brow when she wasn’t giving voice to a good old-fashioned moan. The only thing sweeter than watching her lover’s face as they worked together to create an orgasm was seeing Donna’s slender fingers explore Kory’s ass.

“Eat me!” Kory cried as the impish Amazon wrestled with her, forcing her face to land on the thigh and belly instead of the cunt where Kory wanted it. “It’s what I want! I’ve got to have it!”

Donna’s tongue playfully traversed Kory’s labia and the alien laughed triumphantly, almost not noticing when Donna dove deep inside her and forced the laugh into a scream. Diana watched Kory’s ass clench, the muscles of her back flexing into a sculptor’s dream. Kory bounced up and down on her heels, fistfuls of Donna’s hair pounding at her own body.

“Diana!” Kory called. “Diana!” She let go of Donna’s hair with one hand and slapped her ass. “Yesssss.”

Kory leaned forward as if to touch her toes, running her hands down Donna’s back as her ass jutted out. It wasn’t until her asscheeks wiggled that Diana recognized it as an invitation. Donna approved of it, spreading Kory’s satiny asscheeks with her hands to expose the twitching asshole. Just the idea of it made the two Amazons vibrate against each other harder, two tuning forks working closer to the same frequency.

Her breath stolen from her by Donna’s intensely excited scissoring, Diana grabbed Kory’s jiggling ass. Her hands traveled over Donna’s, the touch almost as exciting as their cunts touching. She started to knead the rounded asscheeks, sinking her fingers into the flesh and releasing them to watch their vibrant return to form. Kory straightened, ready for the long haul, and took hold of Diana’s hair as well as Donna’s. She tugged insistently, and Diana gave in. She spat on Kory’s puckered asshole to lubricate it.

Donna stopped eating Kory out to peek over the hill of her thigh at Diana. Almost unconsciously, her body had acquired a slower and more sensuous undulation, cracking Diana’s body like a whip. Letting them both focus on Kory while leaving their own pleasure very much “on the burner.” Diana smiled and held out her hand, her fingers. They had been friends so long they could read each other from across a room, let alone while touching. Donna lowered her head and sucked Diana’s fingers into her mouth.

Diana took a moment to luxuriate, to mediate on the similarity… the heat of Donna’s cunt and the wet of Donna’s mouth, both warm and welcoming, driving her upward with a scant few movements. Diana pulled her fingers free before Kory could get jealous and circled her slick forefinger around Kory’s asshole.

“Wait!” Kory yelled.

“Does it hurt?”

“I’ve had bigger there,” Kory assured her, touched at Diana’s concern. “I just need everything…” she ruffled Donna’s hair. “To be just…” She then carefully pulled Donna back between her legs. “Perfect.”

Diana dipped her middle finger into Kory’s asshole, watching her entire body clench at the invasion. Donna licked her slowly and Kory relaxed. Furthermore, she wiggled her naked ass into Diana’s hand and bent over. “Push, damnit, push it in! Donna can do it…” Donna made a long, slow, wet, noise. “Oooh… Donna can do it…”

Diana could see Kory’s excitement running down Donna’s throat. Smiling, she rammed her finger straight into Kory’s ass. “Just like that, just like that!” Kory gasped as she clawed Donna’s bare back with her long nails.

Donna forced herself against Diana so hard that their breasts collided, sensitive nipples sparking. Diana’s leg muscles rippled as she grinded back. She was so aroused that her deep connection to her own instincts took over, groping herself, reaching out to squeeze Donna’s body, or cutting primitively into Kory’s body with her nails. Kory couldn’t have cared less so long as Diana continued to pump her finger into her asshole, and Donna lustfully stabbed her tongue into her snatch. It took all she had to remain upright for all her excitement. But whenever the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, there was a little bit of pain to jolt her back. Diana was adding fingers.

Kory wailed, chest thrust out, head craned back, eyes ferally narrowed. Diana wasn’t pumping her ass anymore, she was fucking it.

Like a sun worshipper, Kory thrust her arms to the skylight and the shafts of light shot from the morning sun. With Donna’s tongue between her legs and Diana’s hand between her asscheeks, she couldn’t remember feeling so full. Caught between them like a ship between two black holes, all she could do was shimmy and shake.

“Don’t let it stop! Donna, Diana, fuck your pussies together! I want to taste you both at the same time when I eat you out!”

The words didn’t so much reach the Amazons’ ears as vibrate down through her body to spread into them like fire through gasoline, making them scissor each other so hard that one of them would’ve been thrown loose if they weren’t locked together so tightly, their arms linking them, Kory’s hands squashing them together with herself in the middle.

“X’Hal!” she chanted. “X’Hal, X’Hal, X’Hal!”

Her words fit into the spaces left between Diana’s exerted grunts and Donna’s muffled moaning. Kory could feel Donna’s tongue feeling out her cunt, not going deeper but figuring out the precise rhythm and sequence to utterly undo her. She could feel Diana’s pistoning finger sending pulsations through her body that shook her like a giant subwoofer.

They were lost in each other, dancing to the beat of Kory’s frenzied shouts of “X’Hal!” It was impossible to tell who came first, though Kory obviously orchestrated it. Her last cry of “X’Hal!” devolved into a primal scream, fanning the flame of their desire into one endless orgasm. Kory sunk to her knees, captured in Donna and Diana’s hungry hands, and the three of them clung to each other with prayer-like intensity as they breathed out the opiate of their climax. They kissed, trying out all the possible combinations, then licked Kory’s juices from Donna’s face before Kory sunk down to eat them both out, sampling their mingled fluids from each cunt like a child with an ice cream treat in each hands.

Donna and Diana fell asleep to Kory’s touches becoming fainter and fainter, until the last thing they felt was the reverberation of Kory lying down traveling across the mattress. When Diana woke up, she found Kory had fallen asleep on the opposite side of her from Donna. Their hands were outstretched and joined, fallen across Diana’s lap like a rope bridge. Careful not to break their grip, Diana floated up along the headboard and out the door.

She put on a simple tunic, and clenched it at the wrist with a cord, then fixed… lunch? Supper? She sliced some fresh fruit. That was good no matter what time of the day it was. When she went back to the bedroom, Donna and Kory were still asleep, though now folded into each others’ arms. Diana set the bowl of fruit down beside the bed and went for a walk. It would just serve a lazybones like her right to get a conniption from lazing about the house all day.

It was dusk, the setting sun rusting the world purple. Diana walked the circumference of the island and was a little surprised to find Io sitting on a bent palm tree, a fishing rod cast out into the still waters of the lagoon. It was an inlet from the ocean. Most Amazons chose the beach as their favorite water destination, leaving the lagoon more secluded. The perfect place for a private rendezvous, though Diana supposed it was traditional for people to actually arrange a meeting. And to be lovers, of course.

“Hello. I hope you don’t mind me bothering you, I was just passing through…”

“No, please, sit.” Io scooted over on the palm tree and moved a basket of fresh fish out of Diana’s way. “The fish are really biting today. Besides, you’re liable to get a bunion walking around with no sandals.”

Diana looked down at her feet. “I forgot. If I’d known you’d be here, I would’ve bathed as well.” She knelt down on the shore and splashed some water over her face in arms.

“Stop, stop, you’re embarrassing me. I like the way you smell just fine.”

Truthfully, Diana was a little more worried about the way she smelled of Kory and Donna. There were some Amazons who could be offended by her ‘cavorting’ with those from Man’s World, or even the Bana-Midghall. Diana disagreed with them firmly, but still thought it impolite to rub their noses in her liaisons. She dunked her head in her water and wrung her hair out on the way to Io.

“I get the feeling you’ve been here a while,” she said as she sat down beside Io.

“Amazons can get pretty loud. Especially in groups of three.” Io shrugged, “I like quiet. That’s part of what I love about the forge. All the noise in it is my making.”

“All you have is the mission. The thing you’re forging.”

Io nodded enthusiastically. “You’ve got it! And while I’m not as baby-crazy as some around here, I must say that my swords and armor will go out and do more good in the world than imaginary children… you probably think that’s weird.”

Diana pulled a knife from her belt and began to clean and gut the fish for Io. “I’ve met weird. You’re not there.” She paused. “If you don’t mind my asking, why didn’t you find your own ménage a trois to join? You’re a very attractive woman, after all.”

Io hid her blush. “I don’t know. Why’d you bring a knife but no sandals?”

Diana looked at the knife in her hand. “Inertia, I suppose.”

“Me too. We’ve been on this island for thousands of years. I’ve found no one.”

“Really? Not even the Bana-Midghall…”

“Not my type. The moment I mention I’m a blacksmith, they all get… competitive.” She shook her head. “It’s a culture thing. What about you? Isn’t there some sex you should be having?”

Diana laughed and shook her head.

“Come on. Two bachelorettes on Paradise Island? We’re going to give Aphrodite a bad name.”

Diana got up and waded out into the water. “I’m just a little… fed up with sex. I’m starting to get bored of it, as if it’s this thing I do because I always do it. Sometimes I think it’s just a chore I have to get through so I can get on with the mission. Not an act of worship or love or even… even that fun.”

Io raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Uh-huh. I saw the women you were with. If you’re bored with them, you might want to check your pulse.”

Diana struck the water with her hand and came up with a writhing fish. “It’s… there’s not enough meaning to it. It’s as if no matter how well the meal is cooked, I can’t forget that it’s just something my body needs. And maybe one day I’ll think it’s such a waste of time that I’ll become jaded to it and stop altogether.” She tossed the fish to Io. “I want what other people have. The loving and the dates and the… winning giant teddy bears for each other. Eating cotton candy. Cuddling.”

Io wrestled the flopping fish into the basket. “You’ve been in Man’s World too long.”

“No, I felt this way when I left Themyscira. But then, I thought I’d find the answer in Man’s World. But… it’s like when I was thirteen and everyone got to use bows and arrows on hunts but I couldn’t because mom said I’d shoot my eye off and even though I kept telling her that the healing ray could regenerate it…” Diana chuckled at the memory as she walked back to flop down beside Io. “Apparently that didn’t set her mind at ease.”

Io rinsed her fish-gunky hands off in the water. “That’s the first time I’ve heard anyone call Queen Hippolyta ‘mom’. So, are you coming to me for advice or just because misery loves company?”

Diana cuddled her, smiling. “I guess I’m only looking for a ‘sob sister.’ You’re right, I have been in Man’s World too long.”

Io hugged her back. “Well, you can stay with me as long as you like.” She covered quickly: “We can cook fish.”

Diana stood up again. “I’ll go get some firewood.”

“It’s a date,” Io said before she could stop herself.

Diana looked at her, surprised.

***

Led by Kory, Donna snuck up on Diana until both Teen Titans could waylay her, coming in on either side to enmesh her with arms around her shoulders.

“Diana, hello!” Kory said brightly. “We were just wondering…”

“Let me do the talking,” Donna said, a bit more dubious just from the sound of her voice. “Diana, you’ve been like a sister to me… I mean, a sorority sister, not the incest-y kind. You taught me so much about how to love and be a good person and…”

“Thank you,” Kory said.

Diana’s indulgent smile was growing wider and wider.

“We were just wondering… well, Kory, really, was wondering, I was just… also wondering, but not in a nasty way…”

“I was wondering in the good nasty way, not the bad nasty way,” Kory piped up.

“Would this involve a bedroom?” Diana asked.

“Or a floor!” Kory chimed.

“And…” Diana pinched Donna’s shoulder strap between her fingers and tugged at it. “Nudity?”

“Oh, yes, lots!”

“Or we could dry-hump… I guess…”

“And I suppose I would ‘give my blessing’ to your – very well-advised – union?”

“Repeatedly!” Kory grinned.

“Be a part of your love and devotion for one another, just for the one night?”

“It sounds a lot sweeter when you say it like that,” Donna said, to which Kory soured. She preferred hard and sweaty to soft-focus lens. “So, are you in?”

Diana’s smile couldn’t get any wider. “Girls, where do you think we’re walking?”

She didn’t have to be any more than a friend, a very close friend. She didn’t need love of her own when so much of it radiated at her, reflected off the mirrors of friends and family. She could content herself with a sip of it borrowed from another couple, another life. And it would be enough.

It would always be enough.

***

“Just a figure of speech…” Io began to back-pedal.

“Give me some time to freshen up?”

Io’s eyes bulged slightly. “Why, why of course.”

Diana ran off in the forest. “Have some fish on the skillet by the time I get back, I’m starving!”

Io suddenly realized she was covered with sand and fish-yuck. “What about me freshening up?”

Diana poked her head out of the trees. “You’re perfect, just as you are.”