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Diana smoothly manipulated the controls of Bruce’s plane. It wasn’t as responsive as her own jet, or even the Batwing ready to deploy from the cargo hold, but it was more than suitable to get her and Dinah to Bewunda and their quarry, the Cheetah.

Her fellow huntress, Dinah, came into the cockpit with her equipment bag hefted over her shoulder. She dropped it into the co-pilot’s seat, then leaned her weight on the chair, working some kink out of her back. Diana idly wondered if it was from combating looters or earlier activities.

“Sure you’ve packed enough toys?” Diana asked, eying the weighty bag.

“Oh yes,” Dinah replied. “All the gadgets the Wayne fortune can buy.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Diana said, eying Dinah’s long, nearly bare legs and still thinking of ‘earlier activities.’

“Oh,” Dinah whispered. “Yes.”

And, even more vulnerable to thoughts of those activities than Diana was—or perhaps she just had a better memory—Dinah kissed Diana, tongue taunting and teasing at Diana’s lips, as if whetting herself with the potential satisfaction that her appetite could find, before the temptation was too much for either of them and Diana opened her lips fully, inviting Dinah’s tongue in with a enticement that couldn’t be denied.

“Maybe you should turn the autopilot on,” Dinah muttered, even quieter than before, as she eyed the path down to Diana’s groin, the uncovered lushness of her inner thighs only making the clothed expanse more unbearable. 

“If I can handle you and Bruce at the same time, I can handle you and a joystick,” Diana said, all but her sly grin making it seem as if she were entirely unaware of the insinuation.

Dinah ran her hand down Diana’s body, the wrought metal of her golden armor failing to compete in sheen and luster with Diana’s bare flesh, provocatively tangible between a thin covering of cloth. “Then maybe I should handle your cockpit—“

“OH MY GOD, EWW!”

Dinah whirled to stare into the cabin. Now that she was looking for it, it was easy for her to discern at least signs of a cloaking device. Not to mention that she recognized the voice. “Elissa!”

“It’s not my fault!” Elissa cried, shedding her cloak. “Thomas ran off and if he ran off without me, I’d just get blamed anyway—“

“You little liar!” Thomas shouted, throwing off his own cloak. Despite herself, Dinah was impressed. She hadn’t even noticed there was a second cloak present. “You said that we had every right to help out and now you’re blaming it all on—“

“Children!” Diana interrupted firmly, silencing them even as she awkwardly fished her lips together to throw off the tingle of Dinah’s aborted seduction. “Where’s Sammy?”

“We left him with a sitter,” Elissa said.

“Carrie Kelly, she’s very responsible—“

“Yeah, I’ll bet you’d be fine judges of that!” Dinah said.

“Dinah, don’t get angry,” Diana cautioned her.

“I’m not angry, I’m furious.”

“Be furious later. Call Gotham, find someone better suited to take care of Sammy, and—“ Diana’s eyes flitted to the instrument panel as a light began flashing in time with a blaring alarm.

“What’s that?” Elissa asked.

“Missile lock.”

***

In scant moments, Diana was slipping out of the airplane, leaving Dinah to pilot and the children in their care. Behind them, three aerial drones were setting up a killzone, corresponding fields of fire covering the plane left, right, up, and down. The missile was only a formality.

Still, Diana dealt with it first. As Dinah sent her plane into a furious turn, Diana hit the missile, setting it off, riding the explosion into a headlong dive at the lowest of the pursuers. It couldn’t even begin to evade, and she scythed through it with a windmilling arm. Its explosion was almost an afterthought.

That still left two drones, and their prey, hurtling away from Diana at incredible speeds. She whirled and pursued as soon as possible, but even with her great speed, it was an agonizingly slow matter to gain on them. The drones were firing on Dinah’s plane, bullets raking its hull as Dinah’s evasive maneuvers carried it out of the line of fire. Diana didn’t know how long Dinah had until the drones got another missile lock, but she resolved not to give them that long. Drawing her lasso from her hip, she whipped it out and snagged a wing of the nearest drone. Tightening the golden rope with a strong pull, the loop sliced right through the drone. It corkscrewed toward the ocean, Diana flying over it and its errant gunfire. Her eyes were set on the last drone.

Dinah’s plane blitzed through a cloud, and as the drone followed it in, Diana saw a red flash pass through the white fluff—a missile being fired. Diana put all she had into a savage acceleration, whipping through the cloud, clotting the drone in passage, but she was only fast enough to emerge on the other side of the cloud and watch.

Dinah put the plane into a hairpin turn, surely risking a stall as she turned it practically ninety degrees at once. The missile hit its tail anyway, a red-hot plume ripping the plane in two. Diana almost froze as the plane pitched forward, its tail now simply missing, smoke and fire issuing from the site of the amputation as it nosedived. But the Amazon wouldn’t let herself pause, even for an iota of worry. She threw herself at the careening wreckage, putting a world of power into her speed. Precious seconds were squandered as she reached the plane, flung herself into the hull through its bisected fuselage, and saw her family safe, unharmed, but jostled into mid-air by the sudden descent. 

She flew faster than the plane could fall, plunging down to scoop up Elissa, Tommy. Dinah was still in the cockpit, fighting the controls for a miracle as the sea loomed up through the windshield. It had already eclipsed the sky. 

Diana threw out her lasso, snagging Dinah’s arms and hauling her up, out of her chair, out of the way of any of the falling plane. Then Diana breathed, stilling herself, arresting her speeding descent into a soft hover, Tommy and Elissa and Dinah all hanging onto her as the plane dropped out from around them like a shed skin.

It hit the ocean only tens of feet underneath them, the volcanic spray wetting their lower bodies. Diana felt Elissa and Tommy hugging her in a way that had nothing to do with making sure they didn’t fall.

“It’s all right,” Diana said. “It’s all right… can any of you tell me where the drones came from?”

Summoning her resolve with a deep breath, Elissa pointed. There in the sky were three faint vapor trails. 

“Good girl. Let’s just keep our training in mind and see if they’ll let us use their phone…” Diana said, her fierce scowl visible only in the direction of the drones as she faced away from the children. 

***

It was still a few more hours’ flight to reach land, even at top speed, and Diana obviously couldn’t go that fast with three riders. She ended up diving to retrieve the remains of the airplane, by now waterlogged, stuffing her family inside in, and pushing it to the shore.

With such an inauspicious entry, it was no wonder they were met at the coastline of N'zadaha by sonar skimmers. Not threatening, the VTOL aircraft, but more of an imposing display than a warm welcome. Still, Diana knew she would be allowed to make landfall.

She pushed the disembodied fuselage up onto the beach and stopped. The climate was almost tropical with the equatorial warmth and moisture of the Gulf of Guinea, the blazing sands periodically put out by the rolling white tide. The coastline was adorned, rather than molested, by fishing piers and canoe launches flung out from the small village nearest them, one of a meager few necessary to help feed Wakanda’s population. 

Well abreast of the village, at the treeline that directly abutted the beach and seemed to immediately become dense jungle, T’Challa waited, as tall and solid as any of the palm trees that strongly grew out of the vinestrewn ground.

Diana pulled the door off the plane, resulting in an inflatable slide automatically deploying. With no landing gears and the fuselage off-center, it unspooled absurdly a few feet down to the ground and then across the beach. Dinah and the kids came down it, then followed along as Diana went to greet T’Challa. Even if it was a friendly visit, he was still wearing his ‘work clothes,’ and the darkened armor and ominous mask made him a foreboding figure to the children. They hung well back, and behind Dinah, who paused to let them shelter behind her a fair distance from the Black Panther.

“T’Challa,” Diana said in greeting. “Thank you in advance for your hospitality. I’m sorry we couldn’t have given you more warning of our arrival.”

“My guards thought there was an invasion when you entered our airspace, but I doubted Themyscira would ever attack in so piecemeal a fashion,” T’Challa said. “Your family, I presume?”

“Yes,” Diana nodded. “All unharmed.”

“Good. Wakanda has the best medical facilities in the world, but it is still a blessing when they go unused.”

“If I could impose on you another way,” Diana began. She reached out to clasp T’Challa’s hand. “Passage to Bewunda. And if you could look after the children for a few days…”

“You’re not going to leave us behind!” Thomas cried.

Diana fixed him with a stare over her shoulder. “I’m considering it.”

“To spend time in the company of your blood would be a privilege,” T’Challa said. “And I’ll happily task one of my skimmers to take you wherever you need to go.”

“Thank you,” Diana said effusively. “And I’m sorry for involving you like this. If there were another way—“

“I am not involved,” T’Challa said. “I am giving a ride to an old friend. What she does when she gets where she is going is hardly my affair.”

***

After the long flight in the Wayne Enterprises plane, the comparatively quiet, even motionless sonar skimmer was like a magic carpet ride. Diana almost felt compelled to ask for its blueprints on behalf of WayneCorp, but of course, that would be unseemly in the face of T’Challa’s charity.

In the meantime, they’d settled on divide and conquer. Dinah and Thomas were having a serious discussion in one compartment of the aircraft, while Diana was facing Elissa.

“I’m sorry for sneaking off,” Elissa said, all in a rush. “But I really thought you could use our help and I didn’t want you to die because we weren’t there. Like grandpa and grandma.”

Diana sighed. That streak of duty couldn’t have skipped a generation. “I’m not upset. We might need your help and we can’t keep you behind closed doors, even if it is safe. But Elissa, after that incident with the Nazis, I thought you’d know better than to disobey your parents.”

“You didn’t say we couldn’t—“

“Don’t even start,” Diana warned her. “I’m sorely tempted to bench you just as punishment for pulling this when you and Thomas are both old enough to know better. And believe me, T’Challa could keep you on the sidelines if I asked him to. If there’s one thing your father and I have stressed, it’s that discipline is the most important thing when it comes to this life, but you just continually insist you know what’s best, even while you’re trying to participate in our missions.”

“But Aunt Dinah—“

“Has saved the world countless times,” Diana interrupted. “And I’d trust her with my life.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“At the moment, I trust you to do what best serves yourself, not the mission, not the greater good. I want you to sit there and think about that. Not how you’re going to scheme your way into seeing some action.”

That said, she left Elissa to watch the world passing by outside the window.

***

In a small sleeping cabin, Dinah laid back on the bed. She’d been tired before her plane was shot out from under her. Now she was positively exhausted. If they still had to get to the other side of Africa to save Gotham, then she saw no reason not to sleep through the flight.

At least, not until Diana came in.

“How’d it go with Elissa?” she asked.

“Probably about how it went with Thomas,” Diana replied. “I suppose I should’ve expected willful children when I married their father.”

“Could be worse,” Dinah said. “You could’ve married Ollie.”

“Why don’t you relax?” Diana asked. “You must be tired.”

“Thanks,” Dinah replied, although a look at the swollen mounds of Diana’s cleavage made her feel anything but tired. “I could use a drink.”

“As could I,” Diana said, a smile crossing her face as she went to the cabin’s minibar and prepared a round of drinks. She’d said this about T’Challa: among his many sterling qualities were a preference for traveling in style.

She served gin into two very tall glasses, the pour a dream with the sonar skimmer’s gentle motion, and carried the frosted glasses back to Dinah.

As Diana moved towards her, Dinah could not look away from the gentle swaying of her breasts, more than suggested by the low-cut cleavage of her costume. The golden chestpiece was tangible and censoring, tempting Dinah to tear it away from Diana’s body and reveal her beautiful body in full.

“Here you are,” Diana said, leaning forward as she gave Dinah her drink.

“Thanks,” Dinah replied, noting that Diana’s eyes too were lingering as she wrapped her long, slender fingers around the glass. “You know just what I need.” She brought the rim of the glass to her mouth, Diana watching as her lips pursed to drink.

Diana sat down on the foot of the bed, but put a little distance between herself and Dinah, just in case the blonde wasn’t interested. Although with the way Dinah couldn’t keep her eyes off Diana’s long, bare legs and smoothly sloping shoulders, there didn’t seem much chance of that. 

While Diana looked on, Dinah unhooked her garters, then hooked her fingers under her bodice and pulled it over her head in one quick tug. Her full breasts tumbled into view, some of the only motion on her tautly muscular body, now bare except for her fishnet stockings and a pair of tiny panties, meant only to complete the glamorous picture that her stockings and garter belt began.

Diana was surprised and delighted to have Dinah offering herself this way. “You truly are a face that could launch a thousand ships.”

“You’re looking at my face?” Dinah asked, reaching up to cup her swollen breasts with both hands. “I don’t think you’re looking at my face.”

But Dinah was, and she could see the lust in Diana’s eyes, glowing like lumps of coal as the fire soaked into them. 

Diana inched closer to her, eyes devouring the ripe flesh before her, lips opening to do the same. Still cradling her breasts, Dinah held one out to Diana, and the Amazon gratefully wrapped her lips around the hard nipple. Dinah closed her eyes as Diana began sucking, sending excitement rippling through her, growing throughout her body, then returning to be crammed into the tiny stoniness at the tip of her breast. 

Dinah had always loved how a man’s mouth felt working at her breasts, Bruce’s especially, but a woman’s mouth was thrilling too, in an almost entirely different way. And with Diana, the woman seemed to know just how to fan the flames burning between Dinah’s thighs.

The moist slurp of Diana’s mouth filled Dinah’s ears, so loud and so omnipresent in her senses that she barely felt Diana peeling away her panties. It was only when she felt cool air on her bare sex that she realized she was naked, and that her pubic hair was soaked with her overflowing lust. Her cunt flared hotly as she lifted herself up, making it easier for Diana to skimp her panties down over her long, stockinged legs.

The aroma of Dinah’s arousal was almost enough to make Diana come on the spot, and certainly enough to make her as damp as her wife was. She pulled her mouth free from the receptive mound of Dinah’s breast, which jiggled enticingly even as her lips detached from the clinging wetness she’d left at the areola. Resisting the urge to lick her lips clean of Dinah’s sweet sweat, Diana plunged down to Dinah’s legs, sweetly spread and warm as the underside of a comforter on a winter night.

Dinah dug her fingers into Diana’s hair, the feel of her ebony mane almost as good as the first touch of her mouth on Dinah’s pussy. The blonde clamped her eyes shut as Diana’s tongue pushed deeper and deeper into her sex, finding a seemingly unlimited supply of the sweet juices that so pleased Diana’s taste buds.

But Diana didn’t even begin to sate herself before seeking out Dinah’s clitoris, finding its stinging hardness under her kissing lips, then rolling it between her teeth. Dinah showed her approval by tightening her grip on Diana’s hair and shoving her hips up to offer more of her erect nub and ample arousal to Diana’s mouth. The Amazon was happy to accept.

In fact, she swooned at the heat and wetness she found in-between Dinah’s legs, copious and growing by the second. In her lust, Diana tore her own clothing away from her body, all while sucking away at Dinah’s sopping wet pussy.

As Dinah continued rocking her hips against the wonderful pleasure Diana’s tongue offered, she found her ass slipping down the bed, sliding down to the floor. Diana caught her as she fell, and just like that, the two naked women found themselves tangled in each other, happily combining their sweaty flesh into stroking, caressing, tasting ecstasy. Diana ended up surrendering to the sensation, giving in as Dinah’s desires outweighed her own. The blonde worked her way over Diana’s body, to the Amazon’s vast amusement and delight, until she had mounted Diana’s lush figure. She sucked away at the taste she had craved in Diana’s pussy while grinding her own down against Diana’s mouth, desperate to receive that pleasure along with Diana’s delicious flavor.

As Diana returned the favor, she found herself completely submerged in the doubled ecstasy of receiving Dinah’s tongue and taste at the same time. Every muscle in her body trembled as she soared up to an orgasm, and the only thing that kept her from blacking out as her ecstasy hit her was a heroic determination to bring Dinah along with her.

As always, Diana was not denied. The two women’s voice rang out as they came together, climbing higher and higher as they continued to work feverishly at each other’s cunts, only motivated more by the rapture they received.

All too soon, the moment passed, the bliss too much for even their superhuman resolve and potent bodies. Dinah and Diana’s exhausted bodies slipped off each other, and they lay side by side joined only by the aftershocks of their passion. The last echoes of their simultaneous orgasm faded, though it lingered in the strained breathing and satisfied mewling each could hear in the other, prolonging their own enjoyment, mirrors reflecting mirrors into infinity. They both enjoyed each other’s enjoyment far too much for the sex to ever truly stop.

“I think I need a hard drink,” Diana said, climbing to her feet drained not so much from physical exertion as the intensity of the sensation she had felt.

Dinah brought a hearty slap down on the hard floor as she wearily picked herself up as well. “I think I need a soft bed.”

“You hardly need one, as you just proved,” Diana teased, coyly looking over her shoulder as she made her way to the minibar. 

Dinah was hard-pressed to take her eyes off Diana’s swaying hips as her wife walked away, driving all thoughs of parental discipline or Justice League missions out of her head. She could only think of touching her lips to Diana’s warm thighs, voluptuous buttocks, and long, lean legs once more. It was a wonder she ever stopped making love to Diana. The woman was like a bag of candy that never ended. As much as you told yourself you were only going to eat a few, you just kept wanting more, and more, and more…

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?” Diana suggested, making them drinks. “Once I’m finished here, my hands’ll be full. I won’t be able to pick you up and carry you to bed—as much as you might enjoy that.”

As counterintuitive as it was to move so much as an inch away from Diana’s juicy ass, Dinah obediently sat herself on the bed, winding her fishnets down her legs before they could fall any further down her thighs. She’d hate to have to stop the sex to deal with a run in her stockings.

“I’m waiting,” she said, pulling her left stocking off her toes with such aplomb that she ended up flopping back onto her ass. She felt the burn of Diana’s gaze on her pussy, and it stayed there as Dinah sat up and attended to her other stocking. 

With both of them off, she scooted down the bed’s cool, clean sheets, staring up into the African mosaics that adorned the ceiling and listening to Diana putter at the minibar. She thought she heard a zipper coming down, and wondered if Diana was taking off her boots as well. Shame if she was. There was something uniquely sensual about Diana wearing only her red boots. Oh, and her tiara…

“You’re right, Dinah. You did pack enough toys.”

Dinah sat up to see Diana walking towards the bed. She held a tray with a bottle of Scotch and two glasses filled with ice. But that wasn’t all she was carrying.

A big, black dildo was strapped into place on her hips, one end perched at her own sex, the other aimed sharply at Dinah.

Dinah spread her legs apart as Diana moved closer.

The thick black shaft swung from side to side as Diana walked—Dinah had to admit how apropos the color had ended up being, as each step sent a thrill through her spine like Diana was touching her already. Cream flooded her pussy as Dinah ran her eyes over Diana from cock to teat, the effect almost masturbatory. She thought she could bring herself to climax if she just kept looking at such a sexual vision.

And Diana knew Dinah was enjoying it, made sure to give Dinah plenty to enjoy as she moved leisurely to the foot of the bed. There, she knelt forward and pressed her face to Dinah’s throbbing sex. She ran her tongue through the hot wetness of Dinah’s pussy, reminding her in one gulp of all the pleasure she’d experienced just a few brisk moments ago. 

“Are you going to eat it or fuck it?” Dinah asked, even as she thrilled to the feel of Diana’s mouth—that strap-on was impossible to resist.

Diana seemed to feel the same way about the taste of Dinah’s cunt, licking her lips as she straightened and eying the space between Dinah’s legs as if it were a delicious meal she was ruing being called away from. She put her hands on Dinah’s thighs, opening them far apart, and between her own legs, Dinah could see Diana’s dildo thrusting out over her. She supposed that was a fringe benefit of sharing Diana with Bruce. When they’d both had the same gargantuan cock, Diana knew exactly how much Dinah could take.

Dinah felt the shaft against her trembling cunt lips and as Diana moved her hands down to grip Dinah’s waist, Dinah gripped the other woman’s arms. Holding onto each other, they prepared for the first thrust of Diana’s cock.

After a moment of eye contact, Diana slammed her hips forward and the thick dildo burned its way into Dinah’s sex. Diana ground her clit down against the base of the cock, adding fuel to the lust she felt just in pleasuring Dinah so perfectly.

“Jesus Christ!” Dinah cried out as the dildo forced apart the walls of her cunt, though Diana was unsure how invocations to a Middle Eastern deity were supposed to sway her.

The licking, fingering interlude with Diana had so filled Dinah’s consciousness that it felt like it had been an eternity since anything bigger than a few fingers went between her legs. Now she found herself almost mystified by the combination of Diana’s ethereal beauty with Bruce’s brutal thrusts, not in some orgy, but in one woman. Dinah dug her fingernails into the unrelenting musculature of Diana’s arms as she fought not to scream so early. If she just waited until climax, she might come out of this with a little dignity.

Not that Diana appeared to care. For the most elegant woman Dinah had ever known, she slammed her hips forward again and again, as enthusiastic as a well-paid whore. With each stroke, she sunk the thick tool in deeper, always deeper, no matter how little Dinah’s tight pussy yielded. Diana could feel Dinah’s whole body surrendering to the mixture of force and pleasure she brought to bear, the blonde thrashing left and right, mind and body lost in the delightful moments that were leading her to orgasm.

She did scream then, her first climax arriving so fast that it took them both by surprise, and convinced Diana that she should go a little easier on her mortal friend for fear of ruining her for other lovers, many of whom Diana was quite fond of. So as Dinah lay back, wrung out by her orgasm, Diana only fucked her slowly. 

Nevertheless, by the time Diana’s tongue returned to stroke her aching clit, Dinah was shuddering with transcendent bliss. They fucked throughout the flight, Dinah so obsessed with the difference in pleasures between being penetrated and eaten out that she never once thought of anything else, not even her own name. It was only Diana… the princess and the incredible sensations Dinah could feel with her.