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No, they'd never believe that the strong, beautiful, perfect Wonder Woman could ever be such a depraved and powerless little slut for me, could they? That all I have to do is look at you the right way, or grab the hair at the base of your skull, or your chin, and turn you into a mewling little kitten.

Fuck, you're a mess. I can't wait to fuck you, Diana, and feel that hot, eager mouth on me. You're going to eat me so good, and I'm going to make you come until you can't see straight. Until you can't even move.

You are mine, and I'm not letting you go anywhere.

I love how sweet and rough you can be all at once; calling me beautiful and perfect in one breath, and a depraved slut in another. And you're right; with you, I'm powerless. By now, I can just see the light in your eyes shift into something lusty, something commanding, and I feel myself weaken with want, and I almost drop to my knees with lips parted before you utter a word.

I can't wait either...my mouth, sweeping over the lengths, the curves, the bends of your body...delving deep, tasting you, savoring you, pleading for more not with words but with the desperate stretch of my tongue to reach deeper...

Good, because I'm not going anywhere.

It's nice to feel powerless, isn't it? Because you can be, with me. You can give in. Relax. Be weak. Just let me hold you, and take care of you, and use you, and fuck you until you can't even move, my princess. Until you're a complete and total mess for me. Boneless. Mindless. Satisfied.

I'll always keep you safe. Even when I hurt you, even when I make you beg and ache and whine. Always.

You just keep being my good girl.

That's all I want: to be your good girl, your princess, yours to hold, to touch, to fuck, to use. There's no one else in my entire life who I'd have even considered letting treat me in such a way, but you...you make everything perfect.

It's like I've needed this forever without quite knowing it, and I've needed it from you, and only you. Like a recipie mastered by only one person.

And it's the greatest honor you can imagine, to be able to touch you like this, talk to you like this, fuck you like this. You're perfect, Diana, and you're mine.

Fuck, I'm so wet just thinking about it right now. I just want to fuck you for hours, until neither of us can move. Until you forget how to speak.

I'm not perfect, Kate Kane, but I am yours.

It feels like to keep my sanity, I'm going to need to feel your mouth on me before the day is out.

You are to me. In every way.

I think I need that, too. And you can have my mouth, my hands, my strap, anything your wanton little heart desires, Diana. I never tire of using you, and pleasing you, in all ways.

And you please me, in all ways. Honestly, you're like all of Themyscira at once.

I think that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, Diana. You really are too wonderful, my Wonder Woman.

[ Diana wants to say "I love you" with the same ease with which the thought arose, but it's not something to say over text.

Instead, she sends a short video, only a few seconds without any audio. In it, Diana is spread out, and entirely naked save for her tiara and bracelets. She presses two fingers to her lips to blow Kate a kiss, then directs those same two fingers downward, gliding between her slick folds, her eyes fluttering shut and lips parting to release a silent moan. ]

[ The words had lingered in Kate's mind, too, for more than a moment, but they're not quite there yet. Or are they? She isn't sure. Isn't sure what to call this.

But she needs more. So much more. She aches at the sight of Diana's body, naked and glorious, as she always does, parts of her clenching, throbbing. And so she returns fire, a video sent herself, shot over her shoulder at first to show the pale expanse of her back, scarred, muscular, totally bare, before she turns to slide a hand across her bared tits, down her stomach, down to sink beneath the hem of her black pants. That still hidden.

She winks, smirks, and cuts the video there. ]

[ Diana's tongue wets her lips as her eyes rake down every pixel of pale, bared skin. She does love to trace those scars with her fingertips, or her tongue. Then comes the sight of those perfect, perky breasts and the slip-south of her hand, and Diana can't help but sink both fingers into her clenching heat. ]

Call me. I want to hear your voice.

[ It's hard to turn down an offer like that. The only response Diana will get is the notification that Kate is calling her, and then the low, throaty sound of her voice on the other line. ]

Are you getting all kinds of desperate for me, princess?

[ Hera, that voice. It trembles all the way through Diana and causes something to tighten within her. There's something high and needy in Diana's whispered voice, markedly different from the usual broad, confident tone she uses in day-to-day life. ]

I'm always desperate for you, my Bat. Desperate...wet...wanting...

[ No, few would recognize the voice on the other line as Diana, and certainly not as the Wonder Woman. Gone is the strength, the confidence, the easy command that comes from honesty and power and royal blood. This is just a woman, aching with desire, aching to serve, and to be pleased.

And Kate loves it. Every whimper. ]

I can see that. Are you fucking yourself for me, Diana? Are your fingers stroking over that sopping wet cunt?

[ Diana's voice has drowned into something husky and heavy with pleading desperation; Hera, the things Kate Kane does to her... ]

I am...

[ Her fingers travel over the heat of her mound, becoming coated with thick wetness on each glide over. ] I'm rubbing myself...thinking of you, talking to you, looking at your pictures and wishing you were here, sitting atop my face or nipping at my breasts...devouring me...

[ The feeling is certainly mutual. Just hearing that need, that hunger in Diana’s voice has Kate throbbing, her nerves twanging like over-tuned guitar strings, and if she had her way she’d certainly be knuckle-deep in Diana’s cunt, or grinding on her mouth, seeking that satisfaction.

But she keeps her voice cool, and strong, smirking to herself. ]

I know you are. And I’m going to, princess. I’m going to eat you alive the next time I see you. [ She hums in satisfaction, fingers lightly gliding over her own clit for a moment, making her hips arch. ] Maybe I should leave you with a nice, angry bite mark on your throat, or those perfect tits, just for everyone to see. To know that Wonder Woman is owned.

[ Diana's fingers press into the slick welcome of her entrance, her knees knitting together almost right away in a needy clench, like Kate's tongue really is there, here and now. Every word from Kate's mouth feels like the Batwoman's very touch ghosting over her in breezy teases. ]

Hera, I can't wait...and I can't stop myself from letting my hands wander just listening to you, thinking of you...

[ Needy gasps slip out of Diana alongside her words, and her toes curl slightly. ] You'd have to bite...pretty hard...so they can all see, they can all know...

[ It's easy to imagine how Diana looks, now. Kate has seen it, often, how she flushes, how the need glows in her eyes, how her hunger builds, the glistening folds of her sex. She's seen it, teased her, made her ache. If only she was there for her handiwork.

But soon. Very soon. ]

And that's not half of what I can do to you. Nothing compared to what you'll get when my hands are on you. And my lips. My tongue. Everything.

[ Her grin widens a moment. ] You'd like that, wouldn't you? Knowing that everyone can see you're mine. How bad you are.

Not half... [ Diana repeats Kate's words in a lusty daze as her fingers press deeper, her hand grips the phone harder, her eyes shut more tightly to best picture her girlfriend: the red hair, the pale skin, the way she smiles with well-earned certainty that she can have Diana quivering with desperate pleasure within minutes. ]

I would. I'd love it, my Bat, I'd love for everyone to know - mmph, fuck - that I'm yours. That all I want is for you to wrap your wings around me and fuck me long past the point where I can form a coherent fucking thought...

[ It's so easy to hear the aching need in her voice, to hear the way she gasps and sighs in pleasure as she touches herself, and Kate can only feel herself throbbing in return, wanting to drive her more and more wild. ]

I know you would. Because you are mine, Diana, inside and out. Every inch of you. And I am certainly going to fuck you until you can't move. Can't think. Until you feel completely broken by me.

Yours[ Of all the romantic entanglements Diana has enjoyed, ended and learned from over the years, none have made her feel so...owned, and she never thought such a feeling would bring her such easy ecstasy. ]

You've broken me so many times, into such...wonderful shapes... [ Diana holds back, halting every movement so she can prolong her pleasure but Hera it's hard to do when that unspeakably erotic voice is whispering such perfect promises. ] I want to give you everything, Kate Kane, everything...I want to touch you, taste you...feel your own pleasure travel into me...

Mine.

[ The word is echoed with leaden certainty, because how could Kate ever, ever do anything to let this get away from her? She needs it. Needs Diana, in every way possible, and she'd be a fool to change it. ] And I will break you again and again, my princess, however you want me to. I'll give you anything and everything your heart desires. [ She smiles to herself, humming in satisfaction. ] Especially the things others would never dream you might want.

[ Diana's fingers plunge deep in a desperate attempt to replicate the feeling of Kate Kane's lithe, powerful fingers rushing into her, but there really is no substitution for the way Batwoman makes her feel. ]

Yesss...break me into any shape you want... [ And deeper she goes, her hips arching and her voice growing as unsteady and desperate as every other inch of her. ] They'd never believe what - ngh - what Wonder Woman truly wants, truly loves, truly needs...how much of a pleading, cunt-hungry little slut slave you make me into...

[ It's easy to hear the need in her voice, the wet thrusting of her fingers, and oh, how Kate wishes she was there to do even more. To push her screaming over the edge. ]

No, they never would. But you love it. You're such a good slut for me, Diana, so depraved and wicked and wanton. [ Her smile widens, and she lets out her own smoky moan of satisfaction. ] Aren't you going to thank me, for showing you what sinful little mess you are, princess?

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