Oathbound

WONDER WOMAN OATHBOUND by Rubicon Cross Chapter Four I walked towards Diana, looking her up and down -- drinking in the sight of her in her Amazonian shift. For a culture without men, I had a hard time believing the red toga was meant for anything other than being seen. And Diana clearly knew that. Her pose didn't seem even slightly artificial -- it seemed to come as naturally to her as breathing. At the same time, she looked... I don't know. Strong. But differently than before. Perhaps it was the intimacy we'd shared. Perhaps it was a form of the defiance she still clung to at least inside. Or perhaps it was something simpler. Diana supposedly epitomized all that was best in women. Well, that included their sexuality, didn't it? Maybe it was finally time for her to be allowed to feel that way. "This is... a common garment... for amazons?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. I admit it -- I wanted her all over again upon seeing her in that shift. "Oh yes," she said. "There are variations. Some wear it in white, or a wine-dark purple." She traced the golden cord around her waist with her fingertip, hip arching slightly more. "Sometimes the cords are replaced with silk, or are different colors. Oh, and I have another one, trimmed in gold in the sides... and then up along the front..." she touched her stomach, sliding her hands over it, then sliding up along the fabric... "there is golden embroidery of an eagle, its wings stylized and spreading out..." she slid her hands over her breasts, cupping them slightly... "almost into cups...." I made a noise. I would like to think it wasn't a whimper, but how would I know for sure? I'd dare you to do otherwise, when confronted with that sight. "...Diana," I murmured. "Yes, Thomas?" she asked, her eyebrow arching slightly. "This... isn't at all what I expected from you," I said, offering her the glass of soda I was still holding. Her smile turned coy. "You didn't expect me to be able to..." her hips slid to the other side, putting the weight on her other leg "embrace the situation for what it is?" I shivered. "Fuh... frankly, no," I said, staring. Diana lifted the glass to her face, touching her cheek with it, a few rivulets of water clinging to the outside. She slowly took a drink, eyes hooding, then looked back. "Thomas?" "Yes?" I swear my voice didn't crack. But it was a near thing. "When I was born, crafted from the soil and clay of Themiscyra, and granted life by the grace of the Gods... several of those Gods came to me." She cocked her head, even as the hand not holding the drink slid down her side to rest on her hip again. "Hermes, the Messenger of the Gods, gifted me his speed of movement and thought, his cleverness and quickness. Which also granted me his ability to fly. Athena blessed me with wisdom and intellect, the knowledge of the spheres and the sense of when to use it and my other abilities. Even Heracles, no friend to the Amazons, visited me, and -- charmed by my pulling at his beard, gifted me with all his strength and more. These are the core of my abilities, even before my apotheosis into the Goddess of Truth. This is the core of my being." Her smile grew, her eyes hooding. "But I was also blessed by Aphrodite, first patron of the Amazons. Her blessing was beauty surpassing all that was mortal, and the understanding of what that meant and did not mean. And her blessing gave me a core of love for all humanity, and the compassion and empathy to feel their struggles as my own." She laughed -- a laugh almost like crystal bells ringing instead of the earthy chuckle after her defloration earlier. "I have never much drawn upon Aphrodite's more active blessing, but I assure you it exists. I know what I look like. I know how to use it. In every way." I breathed out slowly. "...wow...." I managed to murmur. "Of course, the oath that binds me compels me to the service of your fantasies, even as it compels me to explore my own sexuality within their context." She ran her hand along her side again. "I suppose the question becomes... is this also part of your fantasies, Thomas?" "Oh... my... yes," I half-whispered. Slowly I smiled. "Perhaps it's time we moved into the bedroom." "Perhaps it is," she said, sipping her soda once more, her every movement calculated. I leaned down, scooping up the lariat. She arched an eyebrow, shifting and sliding a hand towards me. Provocative still, defiant, but also making an offering. Daring me to slice truth from artifice. I looped the lariat around her hand, winding it up around the silk-covered bracer. That caused an involuntary shiver through her once more -- there was indeed something there, and we would have to find it. "You're feeling the blessing of Aphrodite directly now," I asked, looking in her eyes. "Actively, yes," she said, holding my gaze. "And it includes sexuality?" She arched an eyebrow. "Aphrodite is the embodiment of sexuality, Thomas. I don't think you quite knew what you were tapping into." "And neither did you?" I arched my own eyebrow. There was another shiver, and for a moment her eyes flickered down. There it was -- that touch of the vulnerable woman who was having her defenses stripped. And clearly, this aggressive sexuality was in part a new defense. "I have... been seductive before, but I never felt it so directly. So intensely. Even after my climaxes before, I didn't feel Aphrodite's blessing so intensely...." I blinked. "Until we... until you came with me inside you," I murmured. I remembered that cascade of orgasm -- I had been with a girlfriend who had a tendency towards multiple orgasms, but even she didn't have one trigger the next the way Diana had. "You broke through to a new side of Aphrodite's blessing." She took a deep breath, her smile growing again. "No, Thomas," she said, her voice musical. "You broke through to a new side of Aphrodite's blessing." I felt a shiver down my back with her words. She slowly smiled. "That is your bedroom door?" she asked, nodding to the door next to the kitchenette. "Yes," I said, slipping the lariat off her fingers. She held my gaze for a moment, then turned and walked to the door, her movements causing the back of the shift to rustle over her posterior, her legs shifting even as her hips moved. I had noticed before that Diana knew how to walk when she was being watched, and knew how to draw her eyes. I had no idea how hypnotic her movements could be. She looked over her shoulder. "Coming?" she asked, her hair cascading to one side. "...of course," I said, evoking a smile from her as she turned and pushed through. I looked down at the lariat in my hands. On the one hand, this was a dangerous area. Diana was asserting control, and with that control protecting her sense of self, even as she prepared to blow my mind. And I had no doubt she would blow my mind. If I were going to continue the process of breaking through to her core self, of stripping away her defiance, I would need to deflect attempts to use her aggressive sexuality to hide her true feelings. On the other hand... I was hard enough to break through steel. I wanted her -- more than I could imagine. The blessings of Aphrodite indeed. Wasn't this part of what I had won with the swearing of that oath? The incredible fantasy of a woman blessed by the Goddess of Love and Lust doing her level best to wreck me in bed? I took a deep breath, and half-smiled. Yes it was... and I could accept it. But I also had to keep my head. Diana and I had made some rather dramatic breakthroughs -- you could even say I had unlocked new powers of hers -- but I didn't want this to become Diana of Themiscyra distracting me with the blessings of Aphrodite every weekend. I wanted to continue to open her up, not let her hide. This was going to be harder than I thought, I realized. I walked into my bedroom then. It was neat and clean -- hardly a surprise, given that Wonder Woman was coming to spend the weekend messing it up with me. I had taken a lot of time and energy making it nice. I have a queen sized bed, with a moderately nice wooden bed frame. I fully expected to take advantage of that frame, and Diana's own bondage fantasies. But right now there had to be something different. And it was hard to remember that, when I walked into the room and saw Diana sprawled over the dark comforter on the top of the bed, one leg artfully arranged over the other to give her a hint of privacy, her body arched, her hair a dark mane framing the sultriest look I have ever seen on a human face. She smiled when she saw me, and I wanted to throw myself on top of her and take everything she was offering. Shivering, I managed to just stare. "Astounding," I half-whispered. "It looks even better up close," Diana said, her lips curling in a smile. Which actually helped me a bit -- because as coy as she was, and as legitimately excited as she clearly was, I could see the mask she was hiding behind all the more clearly right then. So far, I'd made the right moves to expose her true self. I wasn't about to lose that battle now. "Come here," I murmured. "Are you sure?" she asked, shifting to make that arch more pronounced. "Are you sure you don't want to come here instead?" "No," I answered, truthfully -- I don't think the lariat was affecting me, but one could never be certain about that. "But come here anyway." She took a deep breath, then swung her legs artfully about -- the train of the toga allowing just a hint of the black curls beneath it to be seen -- and sliding to her feet. She walked over to me, smoldering with each step, and looked straight in my eyes. "Yes, Thomas?" she asked, affecting innocence. "What can I do for you?" Taking a deep breath, I touched her shoulder -- there was a knot there keeping the shift in place, but I didn't unknot it. I stepped around her, leaning to kiss her neck. She even smelled good, and cooed softly as my lips touched her skin. "Hold your hands out to either side," I murmured, stepping around behind the amazon goddess. She did so, conveying amusement and sensuality in equal measure. I looped the end of her lariat around her left wrist, which caused her to breathe out slightly. This wouldn't stop her from following her plan through, of course, but it did lock her into truth -- and of course, her oath demanded she be his captive whenever he bound her in the golden rope, and she was profoundly affected by that vulnerability. Indeed, embracing her Aphrodite-granted nature was her way of protecting that vulnerability, even though deep down she didn't want to be protected from it. I gently looped the rope around her arm, then across her shoulders, then around her other arm and tied another loop on the other side. The rope was thinner now -- I didn't fully understand how the lariat of truth worked, but it seemed to adjust itself as needed for its projects. I stepped back around to her front, pulling the lariat taut. "It's not really much of a restraint," Diana said, still holding her arms out to her sides. "It doesn't need to be," I said, smiling a bit. "Lie down on the bed, keeping the rope in position." I wanted her bound in truth, if not restrained in movement, even as I held onto the other end of the lariat. Her smile grew coy again, even as she moved to the bed, sliding almost bonelessly. She rolled onto her back, lying back, the lariat's length seemingly adjusting to keep the rope taut on her arms and across her shoulders no matter how she moved them. She looked hungry, lying there, her legs crossed again, her eyes following me. And I knew she meant it. The lariat would keep her from deception. I walked next to my closet. I had a wooden chair there, which mostly got used as a convenient place to sit while putting socks on. I picked it up, walked to the foot of the bed, set it down, and sat on it, holding the lariat and looking at the way Diana was posed, leaning up against the headboard to watch me. "Aren't you going to join me?" she asked, teasingly. "Perhaps," I said, softly. "But first... touch yourself." Diana blinked, surprised. "Excuse me?" "Touch yourself, Diana. Run your hands over that amazing body. Touch yourself in the ways you like best. Show me the heights you can bring yourself to. Come for me, Diana -- come for me right where I can see you, by your own hands." Diana shivered, ever so slightly, at the soft tone of my voice. I wasn't being loud, but there was no doubt I was giving her a command. And by the terms of her oath, she had to fulfill it. "Thomas," she said, her voice a bit softer now -- suddenly less confident. "You have no idea what I'm going to do to you. I'm right here, I'm ready... I'm willing, Thomas." I smiled a bit more. That was an admission on her part -- she was compelled to act out my fantasies, but to admit being willing while under the lariat's influence was an exposure on her part, and one I hadn't had to force out of her. That was a glimpse at the Diana I wanted. "Show me," I said. "Do it now." Diana shivered again, the calculation in her pose shifting. It was one thing to drink deep of Aphrodite's blessings and satisfy the man she was beholden to, but masturbation... the exposure of her own passions without any possibility of artifice... that was something else. Maybe in our sixth or seventh visit she would be able to incorporate it into a mask -- by then, I hoped it wouldn't matter. But right now, she was too new to that kind of seduction to just make it a show... and the lariat meant it would have to be real. "I..." she started to say.... "Do it," I whispered. "I want to see you come, Diana." She closed her eyes then, shivering. She ran her hands over her stomach, clearly nervous again. She ran her hands up her sides, before sliding them over her breasts, through the fabric of the shift. "Open your eyes," I said. Her eyes opened, finding mine -- this wasn't going to be her letting fantasies carry her away. This was pure self-pleasure, knowing fully well I was watching her do it. She squeezed her breasts then, her breath coming in sharply, and began working her nipples. "Why this?" she whispered. "Why do you think?" She shivered. "To force me into the moment," she whispered, her breath coming faster now, her right hand sliding down her stomach even as her left fairly mauled her breast. "To force me to express the blessings of Aphrodite wit-oh.... without distracting you with them." I smiled, and glanced at her lower hand. It was on her lower stomach, her hips beginning to rock, her legs still crossed. Her left hand kept working her nipple, hard enough I was surprised she didn't tear the fabric covering it. "That's right, Diana. Do you know why I'm doing that?" I asked, pointedly watching and waiting. Diana shivered at my tone again... and slowly those magnificent legs spread, the ribbons from her slippers playing over her tensing muscles as she opened herself to my gaze, her right hand sliding down to trace along either side of her labia. "...I'm... your captive...." she murmured. I watched as she began to explore. "And?" I asked, very quietly. Diana shivered, eyes closing again before she forced them back open, to watch me, her fingertips sliding along her vulva, tracing the length and tending higher. "And I'm helpless," she whispered, shivering. "You thought you could distract me. Seize control from me. Didn't you?" "Yuh...yes," she whispered, working along the clitoral hood, the clitoris already exposed to her touch. "That's part of Aphrodite's blessing, isn't it?" I pressed, leaning forward as I watched her work herself up. "Distraction, seduction -- controlling a situation with your beauty and sexuality?" "Yes," she hissed. Her fingers were blurring now -- faster than normal human fingers could work. She slid her left hand down to join the right, her legs spread as widely as they could go. "It's another way to bind your enemies, even if you've never been able to fully use it before, right?" My voice was louder now. I wasn't angry -- not quite. But I will admit I was feeling intensely about this. "Yes," she hissed again, her hips now rocking up off the bed and back down rhythmically, her eyes burning into mine. "That's why I'm doing this," I said, a hiss of my own, her fingers of one hand blurring over her clitoris, her other working her labia, her legs flexing, her hips rocking, her breasts shaking with with movement, their nipples hard as rocks through the fabric, her burning eyes locked on me. "I'm taking that from you, Diana." My voice dropped, insistent. "I'm binding you in it!" "Hera!" she gasped, her entire body locking, pushing itself to the edge and over. Her voice became incoherent as the orgasm ran through her -- it was another incredibly intense one, born of the blessings of Aphrodite and her own divine nature and stamina, and clearly she hadn't yet acclimated to the sheer power of those orgasms running through her. I forced myself to watch, until she began to collapse back, her muscles relaxing except for spasms in her stomach, arms and legs, her eyes fluttering closed despite herself. Then and only then I pushed out of the chair, up onto the bed, over her body and thrust into her, pushing her arms out of my way. Her eyes snapped open and she cried out, her body not ready for this. I didn't let her get used to it, but began to thrust, hard -- this wasn't a careful seduction. I was taking her. And with a low cry that sounded almost like a jungle cat she responded, her hips meeting mine, her arms pulling me closer. There was a wildness in her movements -- an abandon she hadn't had before. Back in the living room we had awoken a part of her heritage she had never gotten to experience. I was now forcing her into those experiences, and it was almost more than she could bear. Her vagina tightened around my shaft, milking me as she met my thrusts. She had stopped calling out divine names, her voice now ragged and incoherent as she announced every thrust, every move of her inner walls against my invasion. I felt her nails dig into my back, scratching deeply as she lost all control, screaming out her orgasm like she were exploding from inside, her muscles and body locking around me, her blue eyes wide open for the moment. I couldn't hold back. I didn't want to hold back. I cried out myself, exploding inside her, feeling my own muscles lock as my seed poured from my body into hers. And for a moment, I could swear I saw something -- a light, or a fire, or a corona around us both. I don't know. All I know is after a few minutes, our breath began to normalize again. And I became aware that Diana was staring at me. I smiled, just slightly, still on top of her. I had no idea what to say. "I... think I drew blood," she said, her voice curiously soft. "I felt it. You scratch hard." I hehed. "Actually, I'm a little surprised you didn't break bones. I mean, I don't think you were holding back and last I knew you could bend steel." She half closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "That... that's part of it," she said. "The blessings of Aphrodite. We're... we're lovers. Locked in an embrace together... I might scratch your back enough to draw blood, but I won't injure you or hurl you off with a hip movement." She shivered, her inner muscles spasming again. "May her name be puh-praised." "Agreed there." I shifted, causing another shiver through Diana. "What happened," she asked, softly. "How did you... what did you do to me?" Now, bear in mind I'm not an expert on paranormals or goddesses. Maybe I'm just full of shit. But right then, I was damn sure I knew what I was talking about. "Steps," I said. "Out in the living room, we made love. I deflowered you. You came." I looked down into her eyes. "Just now, you let out the pure sex locked up inside you. You got fucked, Diana. Fucked hard, and you fucked back for all you were worth." She shuddered at my words, almost wincing at the crassness. It was hard to remember just how innocent Diana was, especially when she had become the sex kitten. "I'm sorry I tried to hide," she said, very quietly. "It's natural," I said, kissing her throat gently. "This was all very new, and that's scary." "Yes it is," she said, plainly. "Are you still scared?" She closed her eyes for a long moment, then looked back up into mine. "Thomas, I'm bloody terrified. And since I'm still bound in the lariat I can't even put on a brave front." "What's scaring you now?" "My reactions. Your pulling all that out of me. What I became in the heat of the moment. How much of myself I'm exposing to you." She shivered, slipping her arms back around me. "How easily I could get addicted to this." "Addicted?" Diana laughed softly. "I told you about my abilities -- about the blessings. Do you have any idea how much they're warring with each other now? The wisdom of Athena's fighting with the love -- and lust -- of Aphrodite. And the blessings of Hermes are practically screaming for me to get the Hell out of here." "And the blessings of Heracles?" I asked softly. "Want to have another go, right now." She smiled, just softly. "Heracles has simple tastes." I smiled as well. "What does the Goddess of Truth want?" Diana closed her eyes, "I don't know what the Goddess of Truth wants," she said softly. "But Diana of Themiscyra is caught between emotional rawness and a whole new kind of horniness." The word seemed to come naturally now. "Maybe we can burn the indecision out of me." "I might need a while before I can do anything about that," I said, laughing softly. "That was... astounding." Diana opened her eyes back up. A small amount of mischief crept into them. "May I roll you over?" I arched both eyebrows. "Yeah?" Diana did so, shifting next to me. She leaned down to where my much battered penis lay softly... and gently blew on it -- the cool air seeming to tingle... and a rush of blood through my body made me hard again. My eyes grew wide. "What...?" "The blessings of Aphrodite take many forms," Diana said softly, sliding over me and straddling. "Not all super powers are the kind you would use to fight Solomon Grundy." "Whuh... how long have you known you could do that?" I asked, before my own breath caught. She had positioned herself, and with one move down had impaled herself on me, enveloping me in her tight warmth. "Honestly?" she asked, arching again, stretching this time -- and if she were posing just a bit, it still lacked the artifice of before. She wasn't trying to distract me this time. She was trying to explore with me. "Do you have a choice?" I asked, touching the lariat still wrapped around her arm, looking up at the beauty atop me, the red of her toga contrasting with her skin, one knot having given way to bare her left breast. "About three seconds after you mentioned needing time." She mmmed softly, and began to rock her hips, encouraging a subtle movement of my penis inside her. "I just... knew." She opened her eyes, looking down into mine. "You seem to be good at drawing my hidden powers out." "Is that all I'm good at?" I half whispered, pushing up gently with my hips. "Not by a long shot," she murmured, and began to move in earnest.