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Wonder Woman: Twisted Dominion	By : Ryswell Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 38973 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Part 1-1
- 3-Part 1-2
- 4-Part 1-3
- 5-Part 2-1
- 6-Part 2-2
- 7-Part 2-3
- 8-Part 3-1
- 9-Part 3-2
- 10-Part 3-3
- 11-Part 3-4
- 7
- 8
- 9
Wonder Woman: Twisted Dominion
3.1
Another week had come and gone. For many people across the country, Friday evening brought the promise of rest and relaxation. It was a time to kick back and rejuvenate, to build oneself back up for the challenges of the coming week.
For Mark Messner, Friday evening brought the promise of the complete opposite. There would be no resting in his home, nothing of the sort for the next two and a half days. For Mark, the weekend was a trial of endurance. A test of his physical prowess, one that would take his body to its absolute limit and reveal his measure as a man.
Friday evening was when the Messner Estate became a bordello - and a colosseum.
Others may have found such thoughts overdramatic. But to Mark, it was the truth. Taking Wonder Woman to bed was no small thing. It required a certain level of gumption. You needed spirit, nerve, and spunk to love a woman like Diana Prince. And you needed more than that to fuck her.
Needless to say, the young man was excited. It had only been a week since he last had the pleasure of Amazonian company. Mere fond memories could no longer sate his lusts. His passion was an inferno and only Wonder Woman in the flesh could temper such an all-consuming fire.
A knock at the front door sounded through the empty foyer.
His warrior goddess had arrived.
Mark, then idly flipping through the channels on his living room television, felt a wonderful rush shoot through his nerves. His blood, already steaming within his veins, had gone boiling hot. The anticipation alone already had him swelling between his legs. His half-hard cock was pressed flush to his thigh by his jeans, sporting a prominent tent in the fabric. His manhood was an angry, vicious beast that only Diana could tame.
The randy young man was out of his seat in an instant, making a straight shot for the main hall. A gentleman never kept a lady waiting. Even if that gentleman was a lawless thief.
He swung the thick double doors open and there she was. A vision at his doorstep. Diana Prince. Wonder Woman.
Just as before, she was dressed in civilian clothing. However, this time her outfit was a little more daring. Frayed jeans hugged her hips and legs, fashionable tears exposing slips of delicious, tanned thigh. Her proud bust was stuffed into a red sleeveless top, her wondrous bosom wrapped delightfully snug in the soft fabric. Low-cut as it was, her top provided a bold amount of cleavage - a deep valley between two lush mounds. Diana’s exposed arms were visibly toned, revealing strength and power but never betraying her femininity. Her long, lovely hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with a few tastefully loose strands framing her beautiful face.
A casual and sexy get-up, yet she kept an unshakeable aura of poise, elegance, and grace. Even in civilian garb, she exuded royalty. And she made it all seem effortless. And to cap it all off, judging from the wry smile curling her lovely, full lips, Diana actually appeared happy to see him.
Mark took a moment to drink her in. Glancing to her side he saw that in one hand Diana held a large grey duffle bag. She brought some goodies this time? Mark couldn’t help but grin. He loved it when a woman came prepared.
“Welcome back, Princess.” Mark stepped aside, inviting her into his home. “What’s in the bag?”
The Amazon said nothing at first, but kept her eyes locked with his as she crossed the threshold of his front door. The teasing smile remained on her lips while she willingly passed into the lion’s den, showing not an ounce of the apprehension he had seen the week before. Mark felt his prick surge with blood and lust as the implication settled in his mind.
The woman had already accepted the nature of her arrangement with him. She had a week to live with the knowledge that she was effectively enslaved to him and from the look in her eyes, he could tell that it no longer seemed to bother her. She was no longer fighting it. Now, Diana was here for the same reason he was. She wanted to get fucked. In that moment, the Devil himself couldn’t have wiped the smug look off of Mark’s face.
As he closed the door behind them, Diana set the duffle bag on the first step of the main stairs. She turned back to face him, swaying lightly on her feet. The light twisting of her body was hypnotic, tantalizing. Her hips this way, her breasts that way. She clasped her hands together before her, smiling warmly at the man she was bound to serve. She gazed upon him and her eyes devoured.
“I brought some spare clothes.” Diana explained then. She turned from Mark and began slowly pacing around the foyer, taking the time to absorb the interior of his home. She hadn’t gotten a real opportunity to do so on her last visit, Mark understood. “It felt like the smart choice. After all, my outfits tend to get ruined around you...”
Diana gave him a sly wink and walked - strutted - out of the foyer and towards the living room. Mark, of course, found his eyes glued to the lovely sight of her swaying hips and the wonderful things such motions did to her rear end. Like any man with a pulse, he followed her.
“It’s hard for me to keep my hands off you, is all.” Mark playfully defended himself, finding Diana already taking ownership of the television remote, flipping through channels as he had been moments before. Feeling daring, Mark moved up behind her. Brazen, he embraced her like a man would his lover. But that was now the reality of their relationship, wasn’t it? Magical enforcement aside, they had indeed become lovers. There was no point in skirting the issue. Not after the intimacy of their last… engagement.
“Mmmmm…” Diana made the lovely sound as Mark’s arms snaked around her waist, his hands, his fingers running across her belly. Skin separated from skin by a thin layer of fabric, but the warmth of her body came through all the same. She leaned back into his body, letting herself sink into his presence. “I suppose I should warn you that I brought a few extra pieces to spice things up.”
“Are they sexy?” Mark pressed his lips to the back of Diana’s neck, chuckling. He peppered light kisses across the swath of bare skin - as well as not-so-light kisses. The scent of her hair, her body, enough to drive a lesser man mad. And Mark was close to half-mad himself.
“Very. Incredibly expensive, too.” Diana squirmed in his arms, twisted herself around so that she was now facing him. Her eyes locked on his, she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. “Please try to leave them intact.”
“Your lingerie is safe in my hands, Diana.” Mark teased - and promised. It was the least he could do, after all.
“Hmm. My hero.” Diana darted forward then, kissing him. Mark accepted her charge without a fight. Her tongue demanded entry and he gave it happily, letting her aggression, her lust pour over him, into him.
Her hands on his neck, on his skin, the desperate intimacy of her strong yet delicate touch, it all fed into his desire, burning him up from the inside. The softness of her lips, the warmth of her body in his arms, the scent of a perfectly willing woman, all of it driving him mad until he could barely hold on to his sanity.
So he let go.
Sometimes, it was good to surrender.
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