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At the base of the Brooklyn Bridge, under the steel and concrete that shut out the noise from above, surrounded by boulders lapped at by the river and a surprising amount of bush and trees growing through the rocky shoals, Peter and Diana watch the sunset at the open end of the bay. It seemed like it was the only good view of it in the city—not diluted by polluted air or towering buildings, just the roll of the waves reflecting it back.

Not that Peter was really looking at it. Not with Diana there. Everything about her made his blood rush. More than that, of course, she was good and kind, with an unwavering dedication to everything good in the world. The sheer truth of her purity almost made him ashamed of what they’d shared, like he’d tarnished her by touching her, though of course, Diana would say that was the furthest thing from what had really happened.

His relationship with Mary Jane remained healthier than he could’ve imagined, when he had this thing with Diana going on the side. Peter felt it had taken some of the pressure off. Neither he nor MJ were exclusive anymore, enjoying a light, somehow wholesome romance. 

And with Diana, he was almost a different man. Like Mary Jane had Peter and Diana had Spider-Man, both of them sharing and even acknowledging the other and her claim on him. Felicia had wanted to pretend Peter Parker didn’t exist. Mary Jane loved Peter, but couldn’t help but feel frightened of Spider-Man and the danger he was in. While Diana loved Spider-Man as a fellow warrior and adventurer, but was still slightly unsure of her place with a mortal man.

It was a mixed up, screwed up thing, even with Felicia off God knew where, but it felt right in the strangest way possible. Even in joining with Diana in her kinky rituals, having surreal threesomes with her friends and even her enemies, before coming home to Mary Jane and the comfort and the unspoken bond they shared… it all just added up.

He wondered if it worked as well for Mary Jane, if she had her own unique arrangement to make all this work for her. Perhaps with Donna. The brunette certainly hadn’t seemed surprised to see him and Diana together with Mary Jane, all those months ago, when the Moonstone case had first brought them all together. 

That had been a volatile combination. He and Diana had been with women who were more… intense than MJ, but something about Mary Jane was just… it was like an explosive chemical reaction with Diana. The two of them had come far, far closer to overwhelming Peter than anything else. You wouldn’t think a mortal woman would add so much fire to the coupling of a superhuman and a goddess, but like Peter had always held, Mary Jane was inspirational.

He found his mind drifting back to the seductive sway of her perky ass. He couldn't get her ass out of his mind. All he could think about was MJ's tight ass, tasty-looking tits, and well-fleshed thighs.

Peter's mind drifted further. He thought of Diana, and how great it would be to grab her and bend her forward. Her legs would spread wide enough for him to poke his prick into her cunt. He would fuck her hard, using long, brutal strokes. She would beg for more, and he would give it to her.

Peter felt sweat break out on his forehead. His mouth became dry and his hands trembled slightly. 

“Enjoying the view?” Diana asked, and Peter jerked his eyes off of her and his vivid recollection of her body before realizing she was talking about the sunset. Ostensibly.

“It’s magnificent,” he said.

“It’s over,” Diana said, and indeed, the sun had slipped below the horizon, leaving them in gathering darkness. “Take me back to the hotel. I have a surprise waiting for you.”

***

It was a black dog collar. Diana wanted him to put it on her neck.

“Another ritual?” Peter asked her.

“Of the most intimate kind,” she replied. “It symbolizes my giving of myself to you, and your ownership of my heart. As my heart goes, so must my body. To accept it, you will dominate me. Be in total control of me.” Diana smiled widely. “As you have been with Mary Jane.”

Peter ducked his head bashfully. There had been more than one occasion when Diana had popped up for a date immediately after he’d been intimate with MJ, sometimes using the webbing for a use he never would’ve expected, and he’d long suspected that perhaps Diana had stumbled on them, let them have their fun as she enjoyed the sights and sounds, and then come in to claim him once MJ had had her fill. 

He’d quickly learned it appealed to some odd, fetishistic side of Mary Jane’s personality to be left hanging, sometimes literally. Orgasmed out but still lustful, wanting Peter to cuddle but instead finding herself tangled in his webs, bound and gagged and waiting for them to dissolve while he traipsed off with Diana. When he came back, whether from a mission or from sex, Mary Jane was so wild with good-natured jealousy that she taxed his limits nearly as far as Diana just had.

It was enough to make a guy wish he had his symbiote back.

Peter picked up the collar and was unable to move for an instant. He had to appreciate the weight of its significance, how Diana—infinitely prouder than Mary Jane, who could be pretty haughty herself—was demanding to be allowed to prove her love for him. Prove it by submitting to him, trusting she would enjoy his mastery over her and believing he was worthy of it.

Then, prompted by Diana’s encouraging nod, he put the collar around her neck.

Diana touched his muscular thigh and met his steady gaze. “I’m yours now.” Her pulse quickened and her hand began stroking his inner thigh.

"You’ve always been mine," Peter said. The look on his face, the sound of his voice—cold and hard—excited her.

"And I always will be," Diana purred, her hands running down his flat belly and pulling at the elastic of his costume bottoms. “Just as my womanhood will always belong to your cock.”

Peter stood with his big hands on his lean hips, his face impassive as he watched the princess.

Diana pulled his pants down around his knees and stared at his cock coiled up snugly inside the bag of the white jockstrap that he wore. Dropping to her knees, she rubbed her face back and forth across the full white material while her hands kneaded his firm ass. She inhaled deeply, loving the heady masculine scent.

Peter's cock jerked and began to stiffen.

"That's it, bitch, show me how much you love it," he told the woman at his feet, making no effort to touch her, letting her do as she wished. As much as he loved and admired Diana, in his eyes, Mary Jane was no less a goddess, and she too had a (to his eyes) strange proclivity for being treated the exact opposite. Like she was no more than some sexual plaything being used for her man’s pleasure. Maybe it was just something about powerful women—they couldn’t be powerful all the time, and when they weren’t empowered, they liked being really, really not empowered.

Diana finally reached up and began tugging the jockstrap off his ass and down his muscular legs. She kissed and licked his hairy thighs as she moved downward, moaning and whimpering softly.

His cock was right at her mouth when Diana raised her head, and she cradled it in her hands.

"Kiss it. I know you want to."

Diana puckered her full, red lips and kissed the head of his growing cock briefly.

"You can do better than that."

This time, the kiss lasted longer and her tongue darted out to tease the shiny head of his prick.

"You love cock, don't you?" he said, still standing straight and tall, hands resting on his hips.

Diana's tongue darted out again. She flattened it and licked her way up and down the entire underside of his shaft. When she returned to the shiny, purple cockhead, she probed at his slit with the pointed end of her tongue.

"Clearly you do. Otherwise you’re just a cockteasing little bitch," Peter said. He sounded more amused than angry. "Maybe I should take you over my knee and spank your tight ass so you know not to be a cockteasing little bitch."

"You wouldn't dare!" she snapped, her ears burning.

"We'll just see about that," Peter said, and then he grabbed her.

Once again the whirlwind caught her up. Across his lap she went, face down. She kicked and screeched and clawed at his leg as he yanked down her panties, laying bare her lovely squirming bottom.

"Okay, tease, you asked for it," Peter chortled, admiring the appealing sight of her luscious, soft, creamy white buttocks.

They didn't remain white for long, though. Peter's hand lifted up into the air and then swooped down.

Splat!

"Ouch!"

Splat! Harder this time.

"AAIIIEEE!" Diana screamed.

He let her have it good and hard. With each swat, a new red impression of his attacking hand appeared.

"Hera help me, damn it!" she cried. "Are you going to let him—AARRGGHH—treat me like this and—OWW—get away with it?!"

She yelled and cursed and begged for the gods to come to her aid, but to no avail. When Peter finally let up, her smarting buttocks were red all over and she was whimpering piteously, her fortitude easily broken.

Emboldened by the godly passivity, Peter dragged Diana, still heaving with sobs, down onto the floor on her knees between his legs. He wrestled out his hunk of stiff meat and rubbed the head of it all over her pretty, tear-streaked face. When he brushed the bluntly rounded tip of it against her lips, Diana moaned softly and impulsively kissed it. Being spanked by her master despite all her entreaties to the gods had brought Diana's sensual submissiveness into full bloom.

"I'll have a blowjob now, cocksucker."

With Peter's obscene command ringing lewdly in her ears, Diana looked heavenward. She wondered if the gods were watching, seeing that she wanted this, that Peter was in his proper place to discipline and use her as he saw fit, as her husband. 

"Suck it, bitch!" Peter growled, his face a mask of lust. He grabbed Diana's long hair in both hands and forced her mouth onto his cock.

Hiding in invisibility, Circe had both hands between her legs while she watched Peter and her arch-nemesis.

She’d never expected Moonstone to actually be able to turn Donna Troy away from Diana, merely to awaken her sexuality. And with it, set an orgiastic atmosphere that would surely appeal to Diana too much for her to turn down. And now, seduced by the easy sexuality of all involved, Diana had made herself subservient to this mortal, her pleasure depending on his mastery of her.

All according to plan.

Diana slobbered and gagged as Peter held her head firmly and fucked her mouth with abandon. Her cheeks puffed out with each inward stroke, but she found that this rough treatment was exciting her. She moaned around his cock and both her hands held his ass, pulling him deep. Her groin was wet and her inner thighs were damp.

"Suck my balls," Peter ordered as he pulled his prick out of Diana's sucking mouth with a liquid plop.

She let go of the spit-slick cock reluctantly and then leaned back on her hands while Peter squatted on her face. Diana was more than eager to lick and suck the hairy scrotum which dangled between his legs. First she tongued the wrinkled bag, then she sucked one ball into her mouth. Letting it go, she pulled the other ball in with her tongue. And finally she stuffed both balls between her lips.

Circe could hear Diana's contented whimpering as she buried her nose even deeper between Peter's legs, sucking Peter’s balls even further into her mouth.

"That's enough," Peter said suddenly.

When he stepped back, Diana could see that his cock was fully erect and throbbing steadily up and down. She reached for his stiffness, but he backed away. Squatting on the floor, she looked up at him unhappily and then picked up his discarded jockstrap.

"I shot a load into that today just thinking about you," he said, sitting down carefully on the low bench beside her and stroking his cock.

Diana held the shorts up and sniffed the crotch. The smell of his sweaty balls filled her nostrils.

"I sat in here, thinking about you and greased my prick up good with some warm baby oil, especially the head."

She closed her eyes, visualizing how he would look with his hand flying up and down his oily meat, and she pressed the sweaty jockstrap to her face.

Circe watched her old friend in stunned surprise.

"It was a big load too. Can you taste the cum?" Peter's voice was husky, strained.

Again, Diana closed her eyes and pictured him shuddering, shooting stream after stream of thick white cum into his jockstrap.

With that vivid image still in her mind, Diana brought the damp, dirty jockstrap to her nose, sniffed and moaned. She began rubbing the garment on her face and then, with a louder groan, she stuffed it in her mouth and sucked at the cum stain.

Putting it aside momentarily, Diana stood up. Her firm, lean thighs moved apart to reveal her pouting pussy. Circe could see the juices from Diana's cunt shining on her legs and, even as she watched, more cream anointed her thighs.

As Peter sat on the bench, slowly stroking his prick, Diana picked up the jockstrap once more and wrapped it around two of her fingers. Wet, squishing sounds filled the room as she plunged her fingers deep into her hungry pussy.

"That's it! Get it good and nasty," Peter urged.

Diana moaned again, squatted low to the floor and panted as her cloth-covered fingers fucked in and out of her sloppy cunt.

Just before Diana's orgasm began, Peter yanked her hard away from her pussy, leaving her quivering with need, staring at him with pleading eyes. "Suck it!"

With a groan, Diana stuffed the jockstrap, covered with her juice, into her mouth and sucked.

"Strip and lie down on the bench," he ordered. Diana rose on shaking legs and quickly took off the rest of her clothes. Her whole body quivered as she lay down on her back on the leather-cushioned bench.

"Get my cock wet!" Peter snapped as he straddled her chest and shoved his prick into her mouth. When he drew his cock out again, it was shiny wet. "Hold those tits together."

Diana's hands went eagerly to her hard-nippled tits and she squeezed them together, making a nice tight fuck-hole for Peter. He slid his swollen member between her soft tits with ease.

Circe could not believe the change in Diana and Peter. He had become demanding while Diana was submissive, almost eager to be degraded.

Soon Peter was sliding his wet pole between Diana's tits quickly, his balls swinging back and forth against her abdomen.

Diana's ass wiggled on the narrow bench and her cunt was hungry, aching for something to fill it. Her hands left her tits to go to her pussy.

Peter grabbed her tits and forced them together hard, leaving angry red marks on the white skin. With each stroke of his cock pistoning in and out of the hole he had formed, the tip moved closer and closer to Diana's chin. She raised her head slightly and stuck out her tongue, licking the head of his prick with each stroke.

Circe's own cunt was on fire as she listened to Diana's moans, watched her plunge two and three fingers into her dripping pussy.

"Don't you dare come," Peter warned. Diana's fingers remained still and she stared at him through lust-glazed eyes, too far gone to care what he did.

His fucking motions slowed and soon stopped altogether.

"Tell me where you want it, Diana."

"In my ass," Diana answered softly. Peter slapped her across the face with his angry red cock.

"Where?"

"In my ass," Diana answered, louder this time.

Peter grinned wickedly. "You're a nasty little whore, Wonder Woman."

"I know—but I want your fat prick stuffed up my asshole."

"And then what?"

"I want you to ram it in my body till I come."

"Then what?"

"Then blow your wad in my ass," Diana babbled, her eyes alive with excitement, with need.

"Will you lick my prick clean?"

"Yes!" she promised eagerly.

Peter lifted himself off her chest and maneuvered the princess onto her knees on the floor.

The bench felt cold on her feverish flesh as she leaned over it and wiggled her pert ass at him.

"Fuck my ass!"

Panting, his brown eyes like stone, Peter knelt behind Diana and rubbed his cock up and down her ass crack.

"Spread it!" he ordered, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a bright pink spot.

Diana groaned, used her hands to spread the cheeks apart and raised her ass higher, exposing her puckered hole to him. Grabbing her waist, Peter gave a powerful lunge and fucked all eight inches of his stiff cock into her tight, wet pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" Diana wailed in delight.

After two or three quick, powerful thrusts, the prick was removed and he inserted his fingers in her sex-slick cunt. None too gently, he smeared the clear, sticky fluid up the crack of her ass and poked his wet finger inside. Diana grunted at the invasion of his finger and pushed her ass against it.

With a wicked grin on his face, Peter took his shiny wet cock in his hand and guided it to Diana's upturned ass. He rubbed his prick up and down her ass crack and then gently nudged her puckered asshole.

"Want it?" he asked.

"Yes, please!" Diana begged.

"Please what?"

"Please, sir, fuck my ass with your big cock." 

Circe held her breath, her own asshole instinctively clamping down, her pussy quivering. 

With a guttural grunt Peter pushed, and the head of his cock forced its way into Diana's tiny asshole. She quivered and shook and cried out, but her legs were still spread wide and her hands were holding her ass checks apart for the assault. Inch by inch the hard prick disappeared inside Diana's ass until finally it was fucked in balls-deep. Them he pulled his prick out slowly, leaving only the cockhead inside, and then he fucked back in again. 

Diana panted and groaned and her head rolled back and forth on the bench. What had started out to be a painful intrusion was beginning to feel as she had knew it would—wonderful. She was pushing back hard, trying to get even more cock into her asshole, even more of him inside her.

Peter's thrusts increased in speed and his cock seemed to swell, stretching the tiny puckered hole to the limit. Yet, her rectum clung to his meat as it was withdraw and eagerly sucked it in again when he offered it.

Circe had one hand between her legs and kept the other over her mouth to make sure she was quiet.

"Fuck me!" Diana screamed.

That seemed to set the room on fire. He grabbed her ass and pounded his prick into her with enough force to lift her off the floor. The princess met his thrusts with equal force, and wet, smacking sounds filled the room.

"Such an ass you've got, you sweet little cunt!" he complimented her. "I bet you give guys hard-ons just walking down the street with an ass like this, huh? I bet you wear tight jeans and cut-offs that let the cheeks bulge out and tiny bikini bottoms, don't you? Just to get all the boys good and horny. Don't you, whore?"

"Yes! Oh, Gods, yes!" she groaned beneath him, excited beyond words at his dirty, abusive talk. It was all true. He had her number and no mistake. Why deny any of it? She loved to cocktease, to use her body to get guys excited, whether she had any intention of letting them fuck her or not. She loved to give guys hard-ons.

"And those tits, I bet you like to use those too, don't you? Do they drive guys crazy, those huge tits of yours? Do guys cream in their pants just looking at them? I bet you never wear bras, do you? I bet you let your tits wobble all over everywhere when you're out on the street, don't you? I bet you let the nipples poke through and drive guys mad, don't you? Don't you, my filthy little slut?"

"Yes! Ohhh, Hera, yes!" she moaned, almost sobbing. Why was he doing this to her? Why was he talking like this? Wasn't he abusing her enough, cramming his cock up her ass, drilling it deep into her belly?

No. Of course not. It was never enough.

"Such an ass! Such tits! You should use them in some way. You're wasting your time working as a superhero. You should be posing for men's magazines, spreading your legs and showing off your open cunt. You should be making fuck movies, fucking and sucking guys in front of cameras! You'd be in great demand. With a body like yours, and that sweet and innocent little whore face of yours, there's no telling where you might end up! You could be a star!"

All the time he was talking, he was fucking his cock up her ass, gaining in speed, drilling deeper as he grew more excited. He seemed to be really getting off on talking to her as if she were a street slut. His prick drove even deeper into her aching asshole.

"My! Little! Slut!" Peter hissed.

As he continued to pump his cock in and out of her aching asshole, Diana clawed at everything within reach, trying to vent her rising lust. She began to thrust her hips up toward Peter's plunging prick.

"That's it, baby, good for you! Fuck back at my cock! That's the way! There you go again... fucking like a pro... but you're tight as a virgin!" Peter said, his voice thick with excitement and pride for this, the most beautiful woman in the world.

He slammed even harder into Diana's ass two or three more times, and his entire body quivered and spasmed as he filled her ass with a boiling load of cum. And he knew that it was the exciting thrill of fucking a woman who claimed herself his property, a woman he shouldn’t have been able to get close to in a million years that made him shoot so much cum. There was something about the forbidden nature of the taboo act that turned him on like he had never been turned on before. He had dreamed about this very moment for years, and now it was even more exciting than he had ever imagined.

This time Diana's fingers had been busy on her clit, and she shuddered through her own orgasm seconds after his began.

Even after they had climaxed, they moved together, fucking weakly, panting and whimpering softly.

With a little plop, Peter's shrinking cock fell out of the girl's puckered asshole. His prick was shiny wet and covered with streaks of white cum. He moved around in front of Diana's contentedly smiling face.

“I am yours,” Diana moaned.

“And I’m yours,” Peter told her.

Without a word, she raised her head, took the man's rapidly wilting cock in her hand and began licking it clean, pausing only to say “Come away with me. Come to Paradise Island. Be with me and be mine.”

She meant it as she had never meant anything else, and when Peter stooped down to run his hand through her hair, she knew he agreed. That they were one now, each belonging to the other. And he, for one, would make her love every moment of it.

As Circe watched her former friend's pink tongue lap eagerly at Peter's slimy cock, she wondered who had really been in control.