Cursed

"Narcissus..." The word slipped out of Diana's mouth in a brief moment of lucidity.

A classic Greek tale! A warning about the dangers of vanity, and in some cases, yet another display of the gods cruelty toward imperfect mortals.

The tale involved a man of incomparable beauty, sought after by men and women alike-- All of whom, he rejected. Ultimately, Narcissus would end up cursed to fall in love with his own reflection. Forever fawning over his own face in a reflective pool, as so many had done to him.

Wonder Woman knew the tale well, especially now, as the curse played before her eyes.

Diana was quite beautiful in her own right, and she knew it! She was humble about this fact, despite her quite literally god-given looks. But as she prepped for her shower that morning, and caught a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror... She'd been overwhelmed by what she saw.

Long, silky black hair, contrasted by piercing blue eyes. Plush, kissable lips. The swell of her big breasts, dangling just enough to hint at her true age, while still remaining perky. Muscles, toned over a century of combat, and dutifully maintained. She was... Perfect. Flawless. Like Aphrodite herself.

Fleeting admiration turned into staring, then flexing, and before long... Diana was pleasuring herself to... Herself. And that's how she'd been all day.

Bare naked, on the floor of her room, inches from her mirror. She was doubled over, fingers pumping in and out of her wet pussy, entirely enraptured with her lewd and unsightly reflection! She'd cum-- Regain herself-- Then catch the sight of herself, and begin all over again.

She was insatiable. Too in love with herself. This perfect, lewd goddess, looking back at her, mimicking her pleasure. But even so, she recognized that this was a curse, likely brought on by one of her enemies! Hoping to subject her to the same fate as poor Narcissus...

Thankfully, a sound would perk her up. A distress call from over the Justice League communicators! Someone was asking for assistance! Diana grit her teeth and forced her eyes shut...

Then pulled her hand away from her soaked vagina, and stood on shaky legs.

She was being subjected to the same curse as Narcissus.... But he wasn't a divine warrior with the strength of Olympus at his side. Diana could overcome such a bothersome ailment! She'd find whoever cast this, break this spell...

But first, there were people who needed her help.