This story takes place in a Marvel/DC crossover universe.
I do not own Marvel or DC Comics.
All characters are 18+.
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1.9
The night dragged on. Millions of stars swept across the cloudless sky, shining down upon the Island of Delos. And under those ancient lights...
Islander, Amazon, and Varangian alike reveled in drunken and lustful celebrations - men and women making close company. But none had grown closer than the Amazonian princess and her barbarian lover.
It was no secret - not possible with the sheer
volume
of their lovemaking. It seemed like hours had passed and
still
Penthiselea could hear screams and howls from the Varangian camp's main tent. They were cries fueled by passion, so intense that the Amazon warrior could feel wisps of envy dancing in her gut.
Not too long ago, Penthiselea would have been utterly scandalized by the Princess's carnal venture with that golden-haired brute - that one who called himself Thor. For a proud Amazon - the Queen's own daughter - to surrender to the feral lusts of a lowly
man
... it was unspeakable. The Penthiselea of just weeks prior would have found the thought stomach-turning. But now?
Penthiselea was a different woman now. One with new perspectives. She'd been ready to soak her steel in the blood of these foreign invaders, these Northmen barbarians who came to raid and plunder. And yet against all odds, both Amazon and Varangian had stayed their hand. Somehow, Amazons and Men had come to agreeable terms and the Island of Delos had been spared.
All it took was Princess Diana to surrender her body.
Penthiselea wondered if perhaps that had been Diana's plan all along - a daring ploy to temper the bloodlust of these invaders with carnal lust. The Princess stopped the invaders by giving them exactly what they desired: plunder. Plunder of womanhood rather than of innocent lives.
An absurd thought, of course. But Penthiselea had to admit... this plundering of the body was
much
more fun than the alternative.
Diana's cries of pleasure still carried on, rising from the central tent, carrying through the whole camp. And Penthiselea only felt happy. If there was anyone who deserved a good fuck, it was the Princess. And indeed, it was envy that the loyal warrior felt stirring within. But she couldn't be too jealous. Not when she had found a most pleasing - and eager - Varangian of her own.
Sven, his name was. A handsome and hardy youth with long golden hair like his captain - and Penthiselea herself. Right now he was naked and beneath her, his lean body tight with muscle, pale skin lined with a few faint scars. She traced some of them with her fingers as her hands roamed and got their fill of his body. Warm he was, so
warm
and electrifying to touch. Her whole body thrummed with excitement, feeling his manhood harden and twitch between them. Proof of his desire for her.
She had him pinned to the ground, straddling him as if he were a prized mount. They traded kisses, some quick, some lingering - but each brought a pleasant tingle to her tongue. Penthiselea hummed, enjoying this new flavor. The taste of man.
It settled in her mouth, then in her belly as she swallowed it down. It fueled the heat there, helping it grow until that warmth bloomed across her entire body.
Sven's cock jerked again, this time leaving a spot of wetness as it brushed against her belly. Penthiselea gave a wicked little smile, knowing this young buck was so eager, so willing, so
hungry
for her. It was in this particular way that Penthiselea was pleased at the truth behind the Amazonian tales of men - lecherous beasts driven by unquenchable lusts.
She took her young lover in hand, stroking him. Steady pumps along the swollen length, making him leak even more. Penthiselea's smile grew, the fire within burning even hotter as she eyed the glistening tip of his cockhead. She drew her eyes further up, admiring the little expressions on his face, the way his lips curled and parted as she touched him, the faint twitches of his brow, his eyes.
The Amazon stroked faster, delight swelling within as her touch drew a weak groan from Sven's lips... only for her lover's voice to be clouded out by yet
another
of Princess Diana's wild screams.
The high-pitched wail rose from the camp's central tent, carrying over the entire beach and the dozens of other enjoined couples. Some gave pleasured cries of their own in turn, as if answering the Princess's challenge. But others, like Penthiselea and Sven, broke into fits of tired laughter.
"Sounds like your princess is enjoying herself." Sven rumbled, his body tense beneath Penthiselea as she continued to pump her hand up and down his cock.
Feeling a small pang of mercy, the Amazon slowed her ministrations, letting her lover relax for a moment. Though she still kept him in hand, enjoying the warmth of his manhood in her palm, feeling him swell with every beat of his heart.
"I think she's earned some enjoyment.
As have I
." Penthiselea hummed, lowering down to steal another kiss. Her body remained a furnace, nerves buzzing as her hardened nipples brushed against Sven's firm chest. She sighed as they broke apart again, her core hot and aching. She very much liked the way the young man looked at her, she decided. Bright blue eyes full of desire and awe. Like she was the only other person in the world. "Have you been with a woman before, Varangian?"
Sven let out a huff through his nose, nodding.
"There were a few girls during my travels. None like you."
Penthiselea grinned, almost rolling her eyes. The flattery was nice. She wouldn't turn it away.
"Hmm. And what's so special about me?" She released his cock from her hand... and rolled her hips against him, letting his length
slide
against the slick velvet of her cunt. Pleasure and heat shot through nerves, man and woman both. Penthiselea sucked in a sharp breath while Sven went tense once more, groaning deeply.
But through that maddening delight, the young man found the strength to keep his wits and answer her.
