"We joke about how nothing surprises us anymore. And then something like this happens."
Diana didn't jump - Amazonian discipline had been drilled into her centuries ago. Even so, she'd been too deep in thought to see Zatanna coming.
The heroic witch stood beside her now, eyeing the same television screen Diana had been staring at for some time. The same screen that showed an assortment of doctors and nurses all attending to the same patient.
Captain Steve Rogers.
The man who came back from the dead.
"Captain America in the flesh." Zatanna's voice broke through Diana's thoughts again. The witch was shaking her head. "I still can't believe it. Even after all the other stuff we've dealt with. Aliens, monsters, mutants, demons… clones. Are they sure he isn't a clone?"
"They're sure." Diana replied perhaps a bit too quickly. She kept her eyes forward, unwilling to take them off the live feed. "It's quite telling actually. We expect danger, tragedy… but when a hero actually beats the odds and comes back to us, we almost don't want to believe it."
Zatanna gave a hum in agreement, but said nothing else. Diana took the lull in conversation as a chance to sink back into her own thoughts. Her full focus returned to the mansion's newest patient. The Man out of Time.
He was half naked, stripped to the waist, his broad chest peppered with cardiac monitors. Diana knew in her gut that they were all entirely unnecessary. If Steve was even half as healthy as when he… when he disappeared… he'd still be hardier and healthier than any of the doctors treating him.
Diana didn't want to take her eyes off him, as if he'd disappear the moment she looked away. Rather than admire his physique in his state of undress, however, the Amazon found herself studying his face. She drank it all in like it was for the first time, his hair, his eyes, those lips, the faint dimple on his chin, that small birthmark right above his left brow.
Hera, he looks exactly the same. Like he was never even gone.
"I can't imagine what it's like for him." Zatanna let out a sigh. "If he's been frozen this whole time… God. That's years, decades, all gone by in a flash. He's woken up into a whole new world."
Diana's breath caught in her throat. She hadn't even considered that. The Amazon stared at the screen, this time really reading Steve's face. He was calm, certainly, no doubt thanks to his military discipline. But under that veneer of steely composure was a man unsettled. She could see it in his eyes just how dazed he really was.
Suddenly it felt like a fist was gripping her heart. The last time they saw each other… the last time they spoke… Steve had been planning a special evening. He wanted to take her dancing.
For Diana, it had been years of hurt. The world lost a hero. She mourned a lover. But that was seventy years ago. For Steve, though… it may as well have been yesterday.
All of that emotion must have been written clearly on Diana's face because the next moment she felt Zatanna's hand on her arm. A gentle, empathetic touch. The witch looked apologetic.
"I'm sorry." Zatanna offered with a wince. "I forgot who I was talking to."
The adventures and battles of Captain America and the Wonder Woman had been well-recorded. Movies, comic books, pulp novels… and some rather unsavory magazines. All meant to boost morale back home, she and Steve were told. But even with all that, people still forgot just how old Diana really was. Diana had long since learned to accept it.
"You don't need to apologize." Diana told her fellow heroine. "I dealt with that pain a long time ago."
"I've only really read about him. Watched old film reels, you know? But you were really there, fighting the good fight right beside him." Zatanna was almost starry eyed. Diana couldn't quite tell if it was for her or for Steve. "What was he like?"
Ah. Of course.
Despite herself, Diana had to crack a grin. Warmer memories came pouring back.
"He was… He is earnest. Sincere. He wears his heart on his sleeve, as they say. He's brave. Stubborn, too. Nobody could stop him from doing the right thing." Her smile turned wistful. "And he's charming… when he really wants to be. And even when he doesn't know it."
Diana trailed off, letting herself get lost in years gone by. It was only for a tiny moment. She shook herself back to the present. Glancing aside, she noted Zatanna's knowing look. The witch was smirking. It was as if she could see right through Diana. The Amazon did her best to ignore it.
Alas, Zatanna had caught the scent of something far more tantalizing than a man coming back from the dead. Diana never understood the enthusiasm those in Man's World had for gossip.
"You should go talk to him." The witch insisted, bumping Diana with her elbow.
Diana almost scoffed. The very idea was… it was absurd. Just go in and talk to him? After seventy years? After loving him and thinking he was dead?
"What could I even say? Welcome back?" Diana let out an exasperated huff. She turned away from the row of terminal screens and began to pace, trying to ignore the looks she was getting - from Zatanna and the few other heroes present. Hawkeye, Ant-Man, The Flash… she felt their eyes on her.
Only the witch dared to approach.
"Aren't you happy to see him alive?" Zatanna asked quietly.
"Yes!" Diana blurted out, her dark hair flipping as she whirled around. "I'm… I'm overjoyed!"
It was good to admit. Even with her heart racing, Diana's body felt lighter. Excitement fluttered in her belly now rather than jolting through her nerves.
Zatanna crossed her arms, her brow pinching in thought.
"Then why don't you tell him that?" She pressed.
Diana frowned. On her tongue was a bitter taste.
"It's not that simple." She finally answered. "It's like you said. For him, it was yesterday. But for me…"
Diana let the words hang. The silence stretched on for a long moment. Zatanna continued to read Diana's face, her own expression softening some. Then she spoke again, gently.
"Well… now you can make up for lost time." She gave Diana another nudge, softer this time. She gave the terminal screens - Steve - a pointed glance. "This is a second chance, Diana. Not everybody gets one."
Diana didn't answer, didn't move, as Zatanna's words sank in. Her focus returned to the screens again, to Steve. The feed was silent but it was clear he was speaking with the medical staff. A friendly chat from the looks of it. It warmed Diana's heart to see. But just as she noticed before, there was that faint look in his eye. Like underneath it all, he was dazed. Overwhelmed.
This was a man whose entire world was just turned upside down. Everything he knew was now gone.
It felt like a fist around Diana's heart.
Steve Rogers deserved better than that.
Diana waited until Stark and his people had Steve set up in his own room. Then she made her move.
It was late in the evening by the time she worked up the nerve. For a long time she simply stood outside in the hall, staring at the door to his quarters. Then there were flashes through her mind - a walk under the stars, his fingers in her hair, his lips brushing against hers. A chaste kiss.
Hera, it was like she was there again, all those years back. She remembered how the spark from that kiss made her heart jump.
Diana's spirit became like fire. She turned the handle and pushed into the room.
Steve was sitting at a plain desk, looking over one of Stark's special computers, clearly confounded by the damned thing - but he quickly tore his eyes away, zeroing in on the intruding Amazon.
The way his eyes lit up made Diana's heart flutter.
He didn't simply rise, he shot to his feet. He was dressed plainly, she saw. A light blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and dark slacks. Even still, he cut the image of male beauty. In uniform or out, Steve Rogers was an appealing sight. Clothing, it seemed, just loved his body. Indeed, there was plenty, plenty to appreciate.
"Diana!" Steve took a step forward, but halted. His smile faltered, his eyes struck with conflict. "It's… good to see you."
Diana had at least some idea of what he was thinking - reminding himself that it wasn't 1945 anymore. Time had passed, she had moved on, all that nonsense keeping him from running to her.
Diana had no such reservations. Seeing Steve in the flesh, hearing his voice, it ignited something within her. Deep, deep in the very core of her heart. The ache was back in full force, spreading through her chest.
The Amazon charged forward and swept her beloved soldier into a deep hug. She held him tight, so tight. Hera, he even smelled the same. She didn't want to let the man go ever again.
"You're late." She finally managed to say.
She felt a tremor shoot through his chest as he barked out a short laugh. Not the jolly or humorous sort. It lacked lightness, coming out dry, incredulous. She couldn't blame him. This entire situation was absurd.
When he pulled away and looked her in the eyes, Diana could see the storm of emotions for herself. He was in shock, just as she expected. Diana could see pure elation as well. But to her surprise, she could see regret swirling right alongside it.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." He started. Diana was almost sent reeling at those words. "Sorry for-"
Diana put a stop to that nonsense immediately, pressing a finger to those full, soft lips of his.
"You… are the last man who should apologize for anything, Steve Rogers" She told him - and quite forcefully. "You did it. You saved the world."
Steve chuckled again, this time with more warmth. Just like how he used to.
"We saved the world. Captain America didn't fight alone." His expression dropped a little. Diana knew the question before it even left his lips. "I never got the chance to ask Stark… the commandos… Dugan and the rest… are any of them…?"
Diana shook her head sadly. Steve's face fell further. It was a stab to her gut, to her heart, to see the stalwart soldier so despondent, if only for a moment.
"They all made it through the war thanks to you." She reminded him. "They came home, lived their lives, started families. The years went by, they got older…"
He only gave a short nod. His face hardened quickly, blinking away his misty eyes.
Always the soldier.
"Damn." He muttered, slipping back from Diana's arms. He ran a hand through his neat blond hair. "Damn. So the doctors… Stark… they're really not pulling my leg? It's been seventy years?"
"Yes." Diana let out a heavy sigh. She looked on as Steve began to pace back and forth. She did not envy him right then. The Howling Commandos were her friends, too. But like with Steve, she'd mourned them years ago. For Steve to lose the entire team all at once….
For a long while, she and Steve said nothing. He kept pacing, rubbing at his head, only occasionally meeting her eyes.
"God." The word broke through his lips, heavy with feeling. He turned towards her, looking dazed all over again. "How much did I miss?"
Diana closed the distance, taking his hands in hers. His were rough, calloused, but warm. She had missed his touch.
"It doesn't matter." She told him truthfully. "You're here now. You're alive."
He's alive. The two words rang through her head. Through her soul.
Steve was alive. There was a rush of feeling then, rising up through her chest. Diana felt weightless. She felt happy.
No, she was more than that. Much more. She was thrilled. Exhilarated. Ecstatic.
This wasn't a trick or a dream. It was finally dawning on her, this miracle. Steve was back. He was standing right in front of her. So close, so warm, so real. She could touch him. She was touching him. His skin upon hers. She'd almost forgotten how warm he could be.
Diana's heart was racing now, somehow hammering while feeling so very light. Her whole body felt light.
She kissed him. She grabbed Steve by the collar of his shirt, tugged him towards her, and kissed him.
He went still for a moment, clearly stunned. He tried to speak, but Diana kept their lips locked tight. His words were muffled… and then he was groaning.
It took only a few seconds for the man to get the message. His arms curled around her waist, drawing her closer as he began to move his lips with hers. So soft. So warm. She'd always liked his lips. She liked his tongue even better. He let her take control, let her taste her fill. She needed all she could get from him. After so long without him, Diana was a woman starved.
Eventually they broke apart. Even an Amazon needed to breathe.
"Hera… that was seventy years late, Captain Rogers." She huffed. Her fingers still gripped the fabric of his shirt. Steve's hands were more daring, having settled on the small of her back. A stark contrast to his blushing face, wide-eyed like a school boy's.
"Diana, I-"
She kissed him again, softer this time. A quick peck to shut him up.
"We can talk later." She breathed hotly against his lips. "Right now, you still owe me a dance."
Her eyes wandered towards the bed. Her intent was clear. Not even Steve could miss it. She looked at him again, watching his own eyes dart from the bed to her to the bed again. His lips parted and closed, but any words died in his throat.
Then his eyes flashed with hunger.
For all his strength of body and mind, Steve Rogers was still a man.
Diana moved her hips, pitching them back and forth. Every buck and roll had her blood boiling hotter. It was fire in her veins, red hot under her skin. It was molten bliss pouring through her innards, seeping into her bones.
By now her throat had gone sore from her screaming. Good thing for her and Steve the rooms in the Avengers Mansion were soundproof.
"When… when I said "dance"..."
"We'll have a real dance. Later." Diana sank down onto him, shaking through to her bones as she took his cock all the way down to the root. She felt his balls press into her ass as she sat in his lap, felt them tighten. No doubt they were roiling with cum. A low moan rose up in her throat. She planted her hands on Steve's naked chest and rocked her hips hard.
Diana shook again, feeling so full, so perfectly full. Beneath her, Steve was groaning. His hands slid forward, filling his palms with her buttocks, fingers squeezing the pliant flesh. Diana let out another heated moan, feeling the man's cock twitching inside her. But her movements did not slow. She rocked her hips, her body, riding him at a quick pace. His hands held to her body, guiding her.
"Good." He breathed out, cracking a sly smile. "I learned all the steps and everything."
Diana let out a giggle. By the gods, the things he brought out of her. She saw that glint in his eye, that familiar flash of mischief. The very same look she'd seen from him just before he'd disobey a nonsense order.
Most people only knew Captain America as the loyal soldier. But the man behind the shield had a roguish side. That same spark of devilry that had spurred him to first kiss her. Among other things…
"Anything to get me in a dress." Diana teased, feeling up his broad, firm chest. She rode him, humming in pleasure as his cock stroked through the heat of her sex, sliding through that silky tightness. Her hands slid down to feel at his abdomen, her fingers tracing the lines of those taut muscles. She rode him harder then, hissing as his cock struck deep. The bed beneath them creaked and groaned from the effort.
"The plan was to get you out of it." Steve shot back, breathing hard and heavy.
"You have me naked now."
"That's… the future for you…" The man grunted, bucking up into her. Pleasure rolled through, white hot embers scattering in her belly. "Everything's done out of order."
"Steve."
"Yes?"
"Stop talking."
Diana planted both hands on his chest, forcing him flat to the bed. Then she took complete control, riding him hard - the way Amazons fucked.
She worked her hips furiously, pushing through the waves of pleasure and heat that pulsed through her gut. Her hair fell down over her face, black tresses bouncing before her eyes. Through them she could see Steve, his handsome, pretty face now red with exertion. She saw his blond locks matted down with sweat, sticking to his forehead. He bared his teeth, grunting, groaning, cursing from the sheer bliss of her cunt wrapped tight around his manhood.
He was so thick, so swollen inside her, filling her up so completely. Diana was gasping, feeling she was about to come apart. It was an exquisite pain.
Diana kept the pace, unrelenting. She craved more of that ache, more of that heat.
More. More. More.
She needed it.
In the back of her mind, a suspicion tickled her. More likely than not, the room was being observed. This was Avengers Mansion, bankrolled by Tony Stark, after all. And Steve Rogers was a national hero. Surely, they'd want to keep an eye on the man.
Diana didn't care. Not then. Not when ecstasy was frothing in her belly.
Steve Rogers was alive. And he was hers again.
From there it wasn't long until she was shrieking. An Amazonian Princess coming undone, screaming her pleasure to the ceiling. And beneath her, Steve was howling, letting loose all that pressure. His cock jerked and jerked, letting loose streams of hot seed deep inside. Diana shook, feeling that white heat pour into her. She rode it out, her own cunt squeezing the man dry. She wanted it all, every drop of cum.
Waited seventy years for this… Mighty Zeus…
After it was done, Diana fell over atop Steve, pressing her cheek into his naked, glistening chest. She breathed and breathed, listening to the beat of his heart as the pleasurable ache of their coupling lingered and lingered.
"Great Hera. The ice didn't leave you rusty at all." She teased him after a long silence, her voice coming weak and soft.
Beneath her, Steve let out a tired chuckle. She enjoyed how it rumbled in his chest.
"I was… well-preserved."
Diana hummed, squirming atop him. She wanted to sink into his warmth.
And yet… her loins still ached for more. Her blood was of the Old Gods. Her cravings were beyond those of a mortal woman. And Steve was among the few living men who could provide.
She stirred in his lap, slowly, slowly drawing her hips into a deliberate grind.
"You have another round in you, soldier?" She murmured, kissing his chest.
Steve's hand rubbed soft circles into her naked back. Further down, his cock began to stir. Hardening against her sex.
"For you?" Steve's voice was low, husky. It stoked the heat in her core. "I can do this all day."
"It's like living out one of those science fiction pulps. More than usual, I mean."
Diana's leg swung out with great speed. Steve ducked then leaped back out of her reach. He strafed sideways, keeping his opponent firmly in his gaze.
The Amazon bounced lightly on her feet as she circled the sparring mat, mirroring his motion. Her long black hair was tied back into a long ponytail, only a few loose strands sweeping across the flawless lines of her face.
"There's been plenty of technological advances - so much of it in the last decade alone. I suppose it's been easy for us to take it all for granted." She replied. A faint smile played upon her lips, understanding.
"Like these new phones everyone has…" Steve kept on. "They can tell the time, take photos, make little motion pictures… they can check up on the damn stock market! And it's all on this little thing you can fit in your coat pocket. No wires, no nothing, take it out of the house, anywhere you want, and it still works. It's unbelievable."
It really was staggering how much the world had changed while he was asleep. To the point where Steve's amazement wasn't entirely for show. Though he'd made an effort to not look like some wide-eyed rube in front of all the new capes - especially not Stark. Diana was a different story. After all they'd been through together, Steve could say anything to her.
The Princess nodded - amused by the awe in his voice. Then she darted forward.
Steve was ready for her. She threw punches this time, strikes to his face and body. Steve blocked and avoided - the serum hadn't just given him strength, but agility as well. Not a single blow landed. Though Steve didn't let himself get too big a head over it. This was a friendly spar… and more likely than not, Diana was holding back.
Why would she want to break her favorite soldier only a couple weeks out of the ice?
Her attacks were half-hearted and Steve was still on the backfoot. Most wouldn't have blamed the man for being a little distracted. Back in the war, Wonder Woman had more than lived up to her name - and her star-spangled attire had only fueled her popularity with the fighting men. Steve had seen her take down jack-booted Hydra thugs in a battle dress that barely covered more than the average swimsuit. What she wore today was unlike anything else he'd seen her in.
It wasn't just technology that moved forward. Women's fashion had made advances as well. And Diana cut quite an appealing vision in her workout clothes.
Wonder Woman had set tongues wagging seventy years ago with those legs of hers. But there in the sparring room, they were covered. Dark sweatpants covered every inch of calf and thigh and hip. Somehow, the great swath of exposed belly was even more scandalous.
Firm muscle, lithe and lean, a faint sheen from the smallest, tiniest pebbling of sweat. Steve couldn't help but admire, watching the shifting under that smooth, perfect skin. And there was so much skin to see, all bare until from waist to ribs - until his eyes reached her top.
A sports bra, she called it. Dark like her pants and snug around her chest - designed much like the golden eagle of her bustier, to keep the ample nature of her figure from bouncing around during battle. It did a decent enough job, though because it was made of fabric rather than metal, there was still some motion as Diana threw her kicks and punches.
Steve didn't mind.
"It almost feels like magic, doesn't it?" Diana said as Steve hopped back again. It took him a moment to realize she was responding to what he said earlier.
"It feels like I'm on a whole different planet." Steve admitted, breathing deeply. "So much has changed."
Diana, of course, didn't look the slightest bit tired. She kept on mirroring his movements, circling the mat as he did. Her expression softened, turning thoughtful.
"And not always for the better." She assumed what he meant to say. But Steve shook his head.
"Not really what I was getting at. Sometimes change is good. These last couple weeks, I did some catching up on what I missed. Couldn't help but notice that people are trying to treat each other better."
"We've made progress." There was a glimmer in Diana's eyes. "Still plenty of work to do."
"Like I said. Trying." Steve grinned. Diana matched it.
Another barrage of strikes. Steve blocked, feeling the Amazon's strength against his own empowered muscles and bones. Solid hits, every one. A normal man might have folded right then. Even Captain America himself would eventually break under Wonder Woman's fury.
Like I haven't already…
Finally, the soldier threw some strikes of his own. Diana blocked and deflected them all with ease. It was more of a dance than a fight, really. A rhythm of muscle and reflex, a tune they'd both come to learn through hours and hours of familiarity.
"I noticed fashion changed a lot, too." Steve huffed, making a sweep at Diana's ankles. She leaped back with effortless grace - though Steve found his attention drawn to the way her sweatpants caught on the curve of her hips.
"Some styles are pretty out there." Diana agreed.
"Pretty revealing, too."
"Too much for your taste?"
"I wouldn't say that."
Diana slowed, relaxing her posture, easing out of her battle stance. More strands of dark hair had come loose from her ponytail - though the messiness only added to Diana's appeal. The corner of her lips curled upwards, devious. The woman knew exactly how she looked to him.
The Amazon continued to circle the mat, though there was a new sort of tension in her body. Her focus was on him. Only him. Playfulness in the eyes. Hunger, too.
"Sweats and a sports bra are pretty basic for women these days. You should see how athletes on Themyscira dress."
"You Amazons aren't the modest sort, I take it?" Steve grinned.
Diana's eyes glimmered again. It was a different sort of playfulness now. Naughtier.
"Us Amazons compete in the nude." She told him.
Many, many appealing thoughts raced through his head then. Imagined visions of tall, leggy dames - Diana and dozens of women like her - bodies bare as they ran down a sunny beach, kicking up sand and splashing through the shore. Breasts bouncing, hips swaying, muscles and curves rippling in tandem.
Steve's blood frothed, heating up in his veins. The warmth spread through his chest, burrowing down into his loins, stirring his cock awake.
"Now that'd be something to see…" Steve mused aloud.
"You can see it now if you'd like." Her voice was low, almost a pur.
Weeks out of the ice had thawed Steve good. All those years asleep left him with so much unspent energy. He was as randy as a man could be. And Diana noticed.
Before Steve could even think of a reply, Diana was already liberating her body, easing her sweatpants down, down, down her legs. Smooth skin, smooth as butter, lightly tanned and soft as sin - wrapped so splendidly taut over firm, thickened thighs and lush calves. No panties underneath. Either that or she'd slid them off along with the sweats. Diana pushed the fabric down to her ankles and kicked the garment away. Next went the bra, tugged upwards in quick, practiced motion. Great swells of soft flesh dropped free. They were teardrop breasts, perfectly rounded. Not weightless, no - the heft only added to their appeal. These were real breasts, big and ample and mouthwatering. Just like every other inch of Diana.
Wonder Woman stood naked before him. And she was perfect.
For a moment, Steve forgot his tongue could be used for talking.
"Oh…" He shook some sense into himself. He met Diana's eyes - his cock stirring even more at the devious amusement that glimmered there. "Not that I don't like what I see, but… here?"
Stark had been quite ardent in his claims that no cameras were set up inside the Avengers Mansion. Exterior security only. But still… Steve had to wonder.
Diana, on the other hand, clearly didn't share his reservations.
"Why not here? This is a sparring room. You don't want to test your endurance against mine?" She strode forward with intent. Her naked body was artwork in motion, each step forward sending the faintest ripples through powerful thighs, sending solid muscle shifting under that flat tummy. She reached back, tugging her hair free of its ponytail. Lustrous locks tumbled down her shoulders, tresses bouncing as she moved upon him.
She was close. So close he could feel her breath on his face, the heat radiating off of her body. Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, around the back of his neck. Her touch was warm and very welcome.
There was no point in fighting. With those eyes, that smile, and all that naked flesh pressed up into him like that… not even Captain America's shield could stand against Wonder Woman's wiles.
"Seventy years on… still so competitive." Steve muttered.
"That's what makes it fun."
Diana wasted no time. She caught his lips in a deep kiss, grabbing at his body and pulling him close, all the while tugging at his gym clothes. Steve was no idle john - he was a soldier. With a woman like Diana in his arms, he had to be an active player. It was in his blood - the very same that was boiling in his veins.
As Diana's lips moved ravenously upon his, Steve gave back with equal fervor. The Amazon was moaning by the time she took them to the floor.
The two heroes were naked, bodies entangled right there on the sparring mat. Their blood was up - the heat of Diana's body, the softness of her skin against his own making Steve's heart pound, pound until even his ears were ringing. His whole body was on fire but Diana burned even hotter. Consuming him.
They kissed, they groped, devoured each other. Hands roamed over naked flanks, fingers raked through messy hair, and tongues danced together in a duel of control. Diana had the edge as she always did, but Steve was never one to back down from a fight. And his best soldier was rock solid, ready to jump into the fray.
His swollen prick slid between Diana's thighs, aching at the softness of her skin, eager for the furnace that was her sex. She nibbled on his lower lip, letting out a lurid little laugh as she reached down and took him hand. One pump, two pumps, stroking faster now. Quickly, she had Steve groaning, bucking into her gripping fingers.
She put him flat on his back, drawing up just enough for Steve to get a look at her face. A predatory smile, wicked delight swirling in those burning blue eyes. She gave his cock a few more languid strokes. Then she moved to straddle him.
Diana had Steve pinned. She looked straight down into his eyes as she slid herself against his hardened shaft, sighing as she did. She was so warm, so slick, so soft. His cock jerked, swelling even more from the teasing. Steve groaned deeply - his body demanded a taste of Diana.
He got his wish. Diana sank down onto him. In a single swift motion, she had Steve buried to the hilt in heaven. But even as he groaned, writhing on his back, the Amazon didn't give him a moment to rest. Her craving was greater than his.
She moved, lifting her hips and sinking them back down. If the inside of her sex was heaven, the stroking of her cunt was the grace of the lord himself. Soaking heat bathing every inch of his cock. Up and down, gliding all over him, all the way down to his churning balls. Every lurch and pitch of Diana's body was faster than the one before. Before long she was fucking him.
"Don't move. Just lie there." Diana instructed, her words broken up by heavy panting. "Yes. Just like that. Just… Gods! I've missed this!"
She had one hand planted on his chest to keep her steady as she bounced in his lap. The way her hair bounced, the way her breasts shook ever so slightly… Steve could only look up in wonder. But her words rang through his head.
"Don't tell me… you had a dry spell all this time…" He managed to speak, grunting as Diana sank her cunt over him again. Her body gripped him splendidly, quivering just so around him. Almost enough to make him forget his train of thought. "Seventy years? For a woman like you?"
Diana let out a breathless laugh, letting her buttocks settle on his thighs. She started to rock her hips slowly, biting her lip as she drew his cock through her insides. Pleasure for her, ecstasy for Steve.
"No dry spell. Just no men." Her little smile turned wicked then. "Plenty of women, though."
Again, Steve's mind raced with many, many pleasant thoughts. His cock responded in its own way, coming alive in the tightness of Diana's womanhood. The Amazon hummed, rocking her hips harder in turn. As if that was the response she was hoping for.
"Oh." Steve croaked. "That's…"
Diana leaned down, draping herself over his chest. Her breasts were squished between them, hardened nipples dragging over his skin. And she was smirking, delighting in the boyish wonder on his face.
"What?" She asked with mock innocence.
"I'm… happy for you, Diana."
It wasn't a lie. Not really. Though "happy" might have been the most basic term.
The idea of Diana sleeping with another woman, a woman as lovely and beautiful as she was, touching her, kissing her… Steve imagined a clearer scene then, Diana acting with this woman the way she was acting now. Ravenous. Intense. He could see his beloved Amazon making a fist in this woman's hair, making her gasp as she mashed her lips down onto hers. Devouring her moans as her tongue dominated her lover's mouth.
Steve's cock surged again, harder than ever. The shaft jerked, twitching madly inside Diana's folds. Enough to make the woman's breath hitch. She rolled her hips, humming sweetly.
"Interesting." Diana looked down at him with lidded eyes, a knowing look falling over her elegant features. "Something to talk about later. For now, though…"
"I'm all yours, princess."
"Yes. You're all mine." She let out a pleased hum. Slowly, slowly, she rocked her hips, stirring up more delicious heat in his gut. "Captain America, flat on his back. What will the troops think?"
"Lucky son of a gun?"
Diana drew back up so that she was sitting on his lap. She let her hands settle on his flat stomach, her lips pursed in thought.
"Hm. I suppose you are."
A twitch at the corner of her mouth marked the return of her devious smile. Using her hands to keep steady, the Amazons put her body back to work, riding Steve with renewed vigor. Every stroke was white fire, sublime sensation over every inch of Steve's cock. Diana was so wet, so tight that Steve wanted to howl. Even with his willpower, groans came pouring from his mouth, deep and ragged. He hardly sounded human.
Diana, from her tone of voice, was highly pleased.
Good form so far. Solid and sturdy. But what about spirit?" The Amazon drew her hand up to Steve's chest, exploring. Her words took on a new edge then. Challenging. "What happened to the man who took charge in battle?"
"Maybe I'm just biding my time. Waiting for the perfect moment." Steve's voice was strained but not weak. His Amazon hadn't broken him yet.
Diana's lit up with amusement. Affection, too. She leaned forward again, laying her body atop Steve's. Bringing her lips up to his. A soft kiss, followed by another.
"And what's that?" She asked in a low, honeyed voice.
"This one."
A burst of strength and spirit had Steve's arms coiling tightly around Diana's waist, allowing him to push off the mat, remaining sheathed inside her as he lifted them both. Diana was laughing as he put her on her back, rich and joyous and so full of girlish excitement. Especially as he growled into the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking at her throat. It was all play of course. She loved to get him wound up in bed - or on the sparring mat, as they were.
"Ha! There's the warrior I missed!" Diana moaned into his ear.
"Yeah. Right here." He trailed his kisses up to her chin, her cheek, finally capturing her lips for himself. His voice was a low rasp. "This time I'm not going anywhere."
She hummed sweetly into his mouth as he kissed her again. Her body responded in kind - he could feel the eagerness thrumming just beneath her warm, smooth skin. And her sex, so hot and tight, squeezed around him. Even more perfect than heaven.
"Sounds… like a promise, Captain Rogers…" Diana drew her legs up, locking them around his waist. Her fingers raked through his hair. She held him close. "I'm going to hold you to it."
"That's the idea. Just like we said… I'm all yours."
Steve drove his hips forward, sinking himself to the root. Diana went tense, breathing in - but her cunt welcomed the extra length of his cock eagerly. So drenched and warm down there, his manhood may well have been drowning. And if that wasn't enough, Diana's body would squeeze the very life out of him. Steve craved more.
His heart was burning, his blood boiling. Every inch of his body howling for more of the perfect woman beneath him. He drove his hips forth, fucking into her with steady power. Each thrust brought forth moaning, sweet sounds that drove him to go faster, harder.
Soon the sparring room was filled with those wonderful cries. Shrieks, grunts, and the slapping of flesh upon flesh. It was the song of pleasure.
Steve would take it over Reveille any day.