The Place of Revelation

Diana's choker gave her a loving, possessive squeeze as she looked up at the Starrware Tower. She'd been here many times since her wedding fuck, whether to be roughly taken like a sperm-craving, masochistic fuckdoll or pampered and lovingly fucked like a prized pet, but ascending her master-wife's home to the bridal suite at the top never failed to get her motor running.

Ping!

Diana pulled her smartphone from her cleavage - the best place for a MILF to store it, according to the pornos she'd obsessively studied to prepare her for motherhood - and took a look at Raven's latest message from her visit to Themyscira. The half-demonic harlot grinned wickedly at the camera while Jinx and Argent planted chaste, loving kisses on each cheek. Normally, the THICC goth trio would be the focus of any image, but Diana's attention was grabbed by their surroundings. the temple of Persephone, Consort of ****, was smeared and sprayed with the same thick, corruptive semen that poured from the cumslit of Raven's semi-flaccid fucklog. Persephone's tattooed, pierced and jewelry-bedecked priestesses were scattered around the room in various humiliating poses, bloated with Raven's cum and totally spunk-drunk. Tongues lolled and eyes rolled as they writhed in bliss, overwhelming ecstasy captured perfectly by the camera.

The hands of Raven's upper arms rested possessively on the rumps of her fellow goths, the indentations in their booties betraying the possessive squeeze being delivered to each ASS. One of her lower arms held up what was presumably a phone, angling the camera to catch as much of the defilement around her as possible in the sacrilegious selfie. Her final hand though... "Ooooh, Mommy!" Diana's free hand scraped the tips of her long, purple nails over the throbbing outline of her needy femme-cock. Sprawled on the floor, hair being tugged upwards by Raven's dominant grip, Queen Hippolyta clung the one of the Cambion's curvaceous, thickly-muscled thighs in a perfect mirror of the temple's famed statue of Persephone worshiping **** - and like the marble goddess, the Amazon Queen's lips were smeared with jizz as she suckled on the cum-drooling head of her idol's half-hard length.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Soft, needy gasps tumbled from Diana's plump, parted lips in time with the tiny twitches of her hips as she watched her mother gaze worshipfully up at a woman centuries her younger. Wish you were here, DiDi, the caption read, #BreakThemyscira. "Ooooh!" Her hips swinging, Diana's body strutted its way into Karen and Diana's private elevator of its own accord, her gaze still glued to the screen as the message was joined by a live social media feed. "Nnngh!" Diana fished her cock free from her yoga pants and stroked herself to full mast while she waited for the elevator to arrive, eyes glazing over while she watched #BreakThemyscira go viral. Tens of thousands of posts from girls begging for someone to treat them like an Amazon anal addict, bragging what they could do with five minutes alone with Hippolyta's ASS or posting photoshop edits with themselves, other heroines and villainesses and even Diana herself in place of one or more of the quartet.

Ding!

"Fuuuuuuck!" Diana's cock lurched in her hand at the step she took to get into the elevator and the sensation of rocketing up to the top floor at well beyond human-safe speeds. "Omigoddess!" Stroking rapidly, she felt her orgasm brewing at the sight of her mother's lidded, glassy eyes. "Gonna fu-!" Suddenly, her yoga pants changed, splitting and flowing into a crotchless pair of purple fishnet tights and a band of purple latex wrapped tight around the base of her aching cock. "No!" Diana's building orgasm vanished abruptly at the clench of her new cock-constrictor, ruining her stride as she stepped out of the elevator, sending her toppling forward onto her hands and knees. Diana's tits swung beneath her, her diamond-hard, thimble-sized nipples brushing the plush carpet through the holes in the crotchless fishnet bodystocking that her shapeshifting bandeau had combined with her ex-pants to form. A golden ring dangled below the words MILF PET on her choker-turned-collar, a leash of purple leather snaking out like a cobra before slapping down into Selina Kyle's open hand.

Diana's boss-domme smiled down at her, wrapped in a bodysuit made of deep, slutty purple latex, and snapped her fingers. Diana's back arched, raising her ASS up high and squashing her titanic tits against the floor. Selina turned and walked away, pulling Diana along in a hip-wiggling, ASS-jiggling crawl that dragged her over-sensitive nipples through the feather-soft purple carpet of the bridal suite. Drawn onward not only by the leash tugging on her collar, but by the desire to get closer to Selina's perfect, divine ASS, Diana panted and whimpered with every little bounce - and the much more frequent big bounces - of Selina's booty.

Kneeling one of the purple leather couches that ringed the central honeymoon bed, her hands holding onto its back and her ASS raised high towards the centre of the room, Selina looked back over her shoulder at Diana and smile in wordless invitation. The Amazon princess gasped with delight and nuzzled her boss-domme's big bouncy bubble butt, rubbing her cheek against the material of her bodysuit and feeling her body heat. A snap of Selina's fingers removed the seat from her bodysuit, leaving nothing to protect Diana's mind from the sight, scent and feel of that heavenly rear. With a relaxed, empty-headed sigh, Diana dragged her tongue over first one cheek, then the other in long, languid licks that left tracks of drool shining on Selina's perfectly-tanned flesh. She peppered it with gentle, suckling kisses, smooching her way towards the valley of Selina's ASS crack. Selina paralysed her with a single fingertip on her forehead, then reached in between her own cheeks, hooked a finger in the ring at the end of her favourite set of anal beads, then pulled each softball-sized orb - each containing a monstrous woman in a glowing sphere of pure emotional energy - free with a soft schlurp.

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A red woman with rippling muscles and long, curling horns, howling with the sort of feral satisfaction that normally came from buttfucking a mortal foe into submission with an enormous strap-on.

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A lithe yellow woman with the wings of a dragonfly and blazing eyes, wearing the sadistic smile that came with taunting a shivering victim with the fear of the unknown.

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A curvaceous violet succubus, patches of carapace covering her like an armoured bikini, grinning madly with eyes alight with desire and obsession for her lover's body.

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Two in quick succession, a green mermaid and an orange lamia, legs fusing into their respective tails just low enough to let them possess prominent asses. The mermaid wore the determined expression of a gym bunny pushing on to just one more squat, just one more inch of a bitchbreaker dildo. The lamia's expression was bimbo-blank and unfocused, while her eyes glinted greedily like a true size queen searching for the biggest cocks and toys possible for her hungry asshole.

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An indigo nun with tendrils poking from under her habit's hood instead of hair, tapping a riding crop against her thigh and wearing a smile that promised gentle but unyielding dominance.

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A blue woman with feathered angel's wings, wrapped in layers and layers of bondage gear yet still radiating a sense of peace and joy from her obscenely-proportioned body.

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The final globe was a perfect replica of planet earth, trapped in a white-tinted sphere. Selina spun the string of beads around her finger a couple of times, then flung it off to one side. It exploded into a cloud of quickly-fading gold and purple glitter like a string of firecrackers in mid air. Diana dove in as Selina's asshole began to close up, mashing her lips against it in a loving kiss and wriggling her tongue deep into her boss-domme's depths. The material of the couch creaked under Selina's curling fingers as she closed her eyes and sighed, resisting the urge to reach back and seize Diana by the hair. The Amazon gripped Selina's hips tightly in both hands, using the leverage to bury her face even deeper into the woman's booty.

The swell of Selina's ASS filled the bottom half of Diana's vision as her eyes rolled back, filling her nose with the scent of cinnamon and gym-bunny pheromones with every snorting breath she sucked in through flaring nostrils. The flavour danced on her tongue as it writhed deeper and deeper up Selina's asshole, tingling and tantalising Diana with the taste of true perfection. Wet smooches came from between Selina's cheeks as Diana's kiss turned into a sloppy, sucking makeout session with her boss-domme's ringpiece.

Diana looked every inch the nasty nympho, on her knees behind Selina, eating her ASS with a fervour that grew more intense by the second and drooling pussy juices and precum into the carpet beneath her. Her body grew hotter and hotter as Selina's musk filled her head in a billowing, steamy cloud that baked her brain until only one thought could survive.

Obey! The! ASS!

She had to keep rimming Selina.

Obey! The! ASS!

She had to submit to Selina.

Obey! The! ASS!

Selina was her world.

Obey! The! ASS!

Selina was her true goddess.

Obey! The! ASS!

She saw the truth. She was a **** for Selina's ASS. The world were slaves for Selina's ASS. Selina's ASS was everything.

Obey! The! ASS!