From the Vaults: Diana's Conquests

Author's Notes: I found something! Something ooold. I can't even exactly remember when I wrote this -- fucking years ago -- but I was just reminded that it exists and that I never actually posted it anywhere (except maybe Darknest, can't recall). But since it's definitely lost to time even there, I figure it's time to put it back up for a new generation on Patreon and on HF once again. Anyway, here is!

P.S. This story is silly don't expect anyone to be particularly in-character.

[F/F] [DC Comics]

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“You're kidding!” Kate exclaimed, her eyes going wide beneath their mirrored lenses. “Both of them at once?”

Diana Prince – better known as the superhero Wonder Woman – leaned back on the plush red couch, setting her feet up on the piece of furniture's arm. “You'd be surprised the kind of chicks you can get when you're Wonder Woman. Especially since I keep passing that rumor around that I'm 'not a daughter of Sappho'.”

A wry smirk crossed Batwoman's silky ruby lips, and she leaned back herself a bit, shifting Diana's booted feet to rest them in her lap. “I was wondering about that. I could have sworn you were gay – it seemed obvious right away – yet everyone kept assuring me that you weren't. So that rumor is a ploy of yours?”

The goddess nodded, her eyes twinkling with a malicious perversity. “My eye aims above wet, hapless fangirls. The universe has so many powerful and stunning women in it, all of them just a few perfect words away from an “experiment” with Wonder Woman herself. If they think I only have eyes for them, think that they're special to me, even the more reserved ones can't hold back. Could you help me with my boots?” Diana grunted, sitting up and starting to pull at them, her position tensing her abdominal muscles – not something that went unnoticed by Kate Kane.

The red-headed woman helped out at the simple request, tugging the goddess's boots off and tossing them aside. The pair of them were inside Batwoman's “bunker” (not at all to be confused with... just... her house) after a fairly tough team-up against the Demon himself, Etrigan. “So who have you been with?” Kate pried, offering a small smirk. She still had yet to remove her cowl or wig, still unsure of exposing her secret identity to someone outside of the Bat-Family.

“Oh?” Diana gave a soft, haughty laugh. “You expect me to describe my conquests to you, when I have yet to even see your beautiful face? I think not. You already know me as Diana Prince, Batwoman – yet I know you not from Athena.”

Batwoman chewed her bottom lip gently, eyeing the other woman. No, not woman – goddess. She couldn't forget that. Diana was not a simple woman like Kate herself. She was divinity, and her beauty made that quite clear. Honestly, it had been several minutes upon just meeting Wonder Woman that Kate could even function around her, genuinely dazzled by the amazon.

But she also had to remember that Diana was a member of the Justice League, sworn to uphold what was good, what was true. She knew people like Batman and Superman. Could she be trusted with Batwoman's own secret identity...?

“My name's Katherine Kane,” she blurted out, pulling down her cowl and wig to reveal her short shock of red hair and her pale face. “Just a woman, like any other. Just a...” she paused, swallowing hard. “Just a wet, hapless fangirl.”

“Oh, don't be that way,” Diana said with a smirk, stretching out and keeping her gaze solid on Kate's face and figure. “I've worked with you, twice now. I think you're quite extraordinary.”

A harsh pink blush tinted Kate's face, and she tried to hide it by turning her head. She failed. “Tell me about the girls?”

Wonder Woman offered a pleasant nod, upholding her end of the bargain. “Fair enough, Katherine.”

“Just Kate.”

“Just Kate. Well, I've got a list – about half of the names are scratched off, about a quarter scratched twice.” Diana exhaled through her nose, interlocking her fingers across her tone stomach. “I was a really good friend to Batgirl after the accident–”

“Wait, accident?”

“Why did you think Oracle popped up right after Batgirl vanished?” Wonder Woman shook her head, letting out a soft laugh when the other woman took a moment to furrow her brow pensively. “Through her, I met Black Canary, she was a great deal of fun – though you'd be amazed at how much the girl loves anal!”

Kate covered her mouth with one red-gloved hand to keep from outright giggling. “Canary? Really?”

“By Hera, it took her about three times of going “no, my ass!” before I realized that that was really all she was after. Green Arrow must be a lucky man. Not that it stopped me from going back for seconds... by the gods, that woman can give a rimjob. She'll go at it for hours, too.”

Batwoman bit her lip, tugging at the collar of her bulletproof suit. “Can I be right back? Since you know my identity I'd, um... I'd like to get out of this suit.” Fuck, it was getting hot under there. Kate couldn't help her mind from wandering, visualizing Wonder Woman's exploits in detective-grade detail. The thought of Black Canary's tongue slithering into Diana's backdoor was getting her soaked, her thick pink nipples already hardening to the point of discomfort.

After Wonder Woman excused her, Kate stood up and rushed to the bathroom, stripping out of the suit as quickly as possible. A quick dip under the shower cooled her off, and after a brief moment of insight, she did her best to cleanse out her back entrance... just, you know, in case anything might have happened. Between her and Diana, that is. Was it too much to hope for? The way the goddess had looked at her... then again, did she really want to be Wonder Woman's next conquest? Another notch on the belt? Another victory?

Yeah, she did.

Slipping into a pair of boxers and a white tank top, Kate walked awkwardly back into the living room, unsure whether she should sway seductively or act “natural.” The result was a sort of bizarre march, and Diana noticed. Not that she said anything.

Kate Kane crawled back onto the other end of the couch, adjusting Diana's feet to lay on her stomach as she draped her own legs comfortably across the goddess's lap, letting out a “casual,” yet obviously tense, sigh. Diana's intense blue eyes lingered on her, predatory and steamy. Kate shied from her gaze. “So... what about Zatanna? She was on the League with you for a while, wasn't she?”

“She was,” Diana answered. “I actually went steady with her for a little while, casual flings for a few months, but we split when she left for another team. She was fun though... some of those spells....”

“If you could choose a girl you've already been with to see again, who would it be?” Batwoman inquired, keeping her tone light – trying to seem like she was making friendly, slumber-party chit-chat. She didn't want to let slip just yet how much Diana's exploits were arousing her, despite the fact that her body was betraying her. Her nipples could easily be spied beneath her shirt.

“Trick question,” Diana said, her smile widening. She wiggled slightly in place, getting comfortable and also a bit more snuggly with Kate. “Power Girl and her little sidekick, Terra. I'd been with Karen once already before the younger one caught us, and we had a little fun – all three of us, that is. Last I checked they're actually in a relationship right now, so I think I did my duty as a daughter of Sappho in helping the two of them accept each other.”

“Power Girl and Terra? They're together? Like together together?”

“Oh, it took some coaxing,” Diana chewed her lip playfully, reflecting on the occasion. “They were both so focused on me, it seemed like they were specifically trying to avoid each other at first. Then this moment came, when Karen was fingering me and both of them were sucking on my breasts... I looked down at them and thought they just looked so cute side by side, and then it hit me. The reason they were so focused on me was because of the tension they already had with each other.” Wonder Woman pressed her thighs together gently, and Kate could feel the heat emanating from the superheroine.

“What happened then?” Kate asked, sliding one hand under her shirt to lay it on her stomach, inching it slowly towards her breasts. God, she wanted to masturbate, right here and now, with the goddess watching her. Increasingly she wanted to be taken.

“Well, I told them I'd gotten an idea of something really hot – I told them that if they really wanted to turn me on, they should kiss each other, let me watch them. That's when I was really sure there was something going on... they hesitated, and when their eyes met these sparks flew. It was so hot. I almost pushed them into each other on the spot, but I wanted it to come naturally. Wanted to see this whole thing unfold, this adorable new romance.”

“Did they kiss?”

Wonder Woman nodded, slipping her gloves off and loosening the binding straps of her bustier. She goddess was getting hotter too, Kate could see it. A soft sheen of sweat on her neck. She could almost smell the divine pheromones leaking from the goddess, feel them dancing on her skin, making the amazon even more irresistible. It was no wonder that Diana had so many conquests. “They did kiss after a few moments, just a light peck on the lips before looking back at me. But that wasn't going to be enough, not for me. I made them keep going. Another light kiss, then a longer one, and then their mouths finally opened as they started getting into it. They knew what they were doing, they'd practiced on me, but it was obviously so much more intense when they kissed each other. When their tongues first touched I reached my climax on the spot, just gyrating on the bed there and watching them. But at that point they'd forgotten all about me.”

Kate tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“They'd given in to forbidden longing. They were kissing so intensely they forgot I was even there, which I was fine with – just watching them was hotter than anything else. Both of them are pretty curvy so when they got closer their breasts pressed into each other, their arms wrapped around each other, and they just held one another and embraced.”

Batwoman was through pretending. She pulled up the side of her tank top to reveal her abs and one perky breast, toying urgently with one stiff nipple and grinding her thighs together insistently. If Diana noticed, she gave no sign. Kate's breathing got hotter and heavier – she was close enough to the goddess that each little squirm brought her skin into contact with the amazon's. Electric shivers ran through her each time flesh met. She had to get off. Fuck, she had to. “And... and that got you off?”

“Again and again,” Diana let her eyes drift shut and arched her back, pulling down the front of her bustier to reveal her full, round breasts and then finally wriggling out of it, tossing the divine armament aside. Both hands went to her chest, massaging the heavy, gravity-immune globes in eager circles. “They went on for hours, kissing and touching, getting each other off with their hands but never breaking their kiss, and never speaking a word. I reached climax at least seven times that night, not including the three or four Karen and Atlee had gifted me before I matched them with one another. I've never come so many times in one night–”

Diana was promptly cut off when the lean, tattooed redhead mounted her on the couch, leaning in and breaking off her sentence with an intense, smoldering kiss on the lips. “Let's see if I can change that,” Batwoman growled hotly, sitting up and tossing her top off, revealing both of her breasts, paler and smaller than Wonder Woman's. “Fuck me, goddess. Let me be your next victory.”