The Seduction of the Innocent

Diana almost seemed half-asleep as I undid the lariat binding her hands and holding her up in the air. Completely nude now except for the silk wrapped around her bracers, and recovering from only her second orgasm with a man -- not to mention the symbolic stripping away of her identity and defenses -- she was overwhelmed. That was a good thing -- it meant I'd worked my way through a lot of the issues she had brought to our first weekend together -- but it also meant she had to be carefully managed now. I didn't want to give her too much of a chance to get defensive.

"How do you feel?" I asked her, lifting her up in my arms as she came free from the golden rope.

"Exhausted," she said. "Euphoric. I never...."

"Hm?"

"I never really thought it would be like that," she said. "Especially not with a--" She stopped herself, flushing slightly.

"Normal man?" I asked.

"I'm sorry," she said. "But you have to understand -- most of the men in my life are... well...."

"Legends?"

"Something like that."

"You don't think it would have been like that with one of them?"

She laughed -- a surprisingly easy laugh. Maybe stripping away her identity had given her license to accept what was going on without token resistance. "Are you kidding? If Cl-- Superman were doing that, there's no chance he'd tie me up and no way he'd have stripped me down like that. It would all be ever so fair and equitable without a hint of...."

"Dominance?" I offered.

She shrugged. "I don't have the words. Not yet. Anyway -- he would be asking if I were okay every three seconds. And Batman..." she shook her head, laughing. "I've tried to figure out what it would be like with Batman -- the only thing I'm sure of is it wouldn't be like what we just did."

I smiled, still holding her. I noticed she was unusually light -- having carried her **** body, I knew already she was heavy for her size and proportions. No doubt, her muscles and bones were denser than normal human ones, so naturally she'd be heavier as well. Which meant that consciously or not she was using her ability to fly to lighten my load. "I'm glad you liked it."

She opened her mouth, then closed it and looked away. I felt her tense, ever so slightly. There it was. That sense of resistance. That memory of how all this began. I had extorted her into swearing an oath by the River Styx, after all. An oath she could not break regardless of circumstance. All that had led to this. Admitting she liked it -- even if intellectually she knew she would have to relax to the situation -- would be tantamount to condoning what I'd done.

Which meant it was time to get back to work. She'd had a chance to recover -- at least enough to feel conflicted again -- which meant I could peel away more layers without causing a backlash.

Or so I hoped, anyway.

I set her on the couch, then stood up straight and stepped back, looking at her. She looked up, colored slightly, and lay back a touch on the couch. Again, posing just a touch -- self-conscious, but trying. That was something right there.

I stepped over to the cabinet that held my television. It was closed, right now, but was low enough to the floor that I could set up a small bar on top of it. I began pouring Glenfiddich into two glasses -- a finger for me, and three for Diana. I had no real idea if she'd be affected by **** in the first place, but I had to assume that even if she wasn't much of a drinker, her divine stamina would make it hard for her to feel even a buzz. And make no mistake -- I wanted her buzzed.

"What is it?" she asked, after I gave her her glass.

"Scotch," I said. "A pretty good Scotch at that." I sipped mine, feeling the light burn on my tongue.

"I don't drink," she said.

"You're telling me you didn't drink wine back on Themiscyra?" I asked, grinning.

She flushed. "Well, yes -- but that was different."

"I'm sure." I sipped again. "I won't **** you to drink it...." I said lightly....

She frowned a touch. I'd struck a nerve, it seemed. Diana was by nature proud, after all. By giving her an out -- a slightly patronizing one at that -- I'd practically dared her to drink the scotch. Arching her eyebrow, she lifted it to her lips.

And promptly drank the glass dry, swallowing as quickly as she tipped it back.

I admit it, I goggled. "Are you sure you wanted to--"

And then the burn hit Diana, turning her slight smirk into a grimace as she leaned forward. "Hera," she gasped. "What in perdition--"

"Easy, easy," I said, having quickly set my own scotch down and leaning close, running a hand over her back.

"Why do people drink that?" she asked, taking deep breaths. "It's like drinking fire!"

"Well, they don't usually gulp it down!" I said. "Sipping it lets you enjoy the flavor and the burn without it blasting your guts all at once."

"I... whoa...." she blinked, rocking back slightly, and I watched a pinkness spread over her face down her neck as far as her shoulders and the top of her breasts. "I think I'm having an adverse reaction to this."

"Describe your symptoms," I said, drawing her closer. If she really were sick -- and that didn't seem likely to me -- I would want to support her.

"Vertigo, and a wave of sensation through my body. And..." she ran her fingers over her face. "I can't feel my face! Wait -- no, I can, but it takes it a moment--"

I chuckled.

"You think this is funny? What's wrong with me?"

I slipped a finger to Diana's jaw, turning it to face me. "Congratulations," I said to her. "You're buzzed."

"Buzzed?"

"Very mildly drunk."

"On just that?"

"Diana, a first time drinker downing that much scotch in one gulp would normally be puking her guts out. If I ever needed evidence you're superhuman, it's that you're just buzzed."

She stared at me, then giggled. Which proved she was buzzed, to my mind. Diana of Themiscyra doesn't giggle. "So, the fact that I can fly or lift your car over my head didn't tip it off, but my tolerance for cheap scotch--"

"Hey -- this isn't cheap!"

She laughed again, and I'll admit I laughed too. It was infectious.

And then we were kissing.

I felt her tense for a moment, even as I could smell a hint of the more-than-triple she'd thrown down on her breath. But then she relaxed into it. I slid my arm around her, encouraging her up onto my lap, and leaned back enough on the couch that we were nestled together. I took my time, exploring her mouth, my tongue and hers dancing, before lightly kissing around her lips and along her neck.

"Oh," she murmured as she shifted on my lap, feeling my erection through my pants, pressing up against her. Though she was still flushed from the scotch, I think she turned pinker then. Still so innocent.

And maybe that was what I was doing, that first weekend. I didn't think about it at the time, but looking back....

Look, I told you before. I was an English major. I studied a lot of poetry and prose and stuff that bored me and stuff that interested me. And then I went to work in a bookstore in a college area of Keystone. I know literature. And thinking back to that first night put me in mind of William Blake. One of his best known works are the Songs of Innocence and Experience -- setting the dividing line between the innocent and those who have knowledge of worldly things.

That's what I was doing. Diana -- Wonder Woman, a Goddess of Truth, Amazon Warrior and superheroine -- was an innocent in her own sexuality. I was breaking that innocence down, and making her experienced.

Maybe that meant I was taking her innocence. Maybe that meant I was defiling her. I can see someone thinking that, certainly. But for my money, I was giving her something.

But then, I would think that, wouldn't I?

Regardless, she had stopped moving when she felt my erection. She had a little more tension in her body again, too. I smiled, just a touch, leaning to kiss her neck, then along her jaw. I moved under her, pressing up deliberately, and drawing another gasp from her. I pulled her back, causing her to lean back on me, one arm around her, pressing on her abdomen, the other sliding up to tease her breast.

She leaned back, mouth open, and breathed harder. She was looking straight up, feeling me feel her, her body responding to the stimulus. Her muscles flexed and relaxed, and her hips rocked slightly atop me, pressing rhythmically against my penis through the pants.

"Tell me something," I murmured into her ear, continuing to tease her.

"...what?" she said, almost too softly to be heard.

"Are you on any form of birth control?"

She shivered, closing her eyes. Even with the sexual contact we'd already had, nothing made what was happening quite as real as the simple, practical question. "Yes," she whispered. "It... seemed prudent when I became a public figure."

"Good," I murmured. I kissed behind her ear again. "So you know?"

"...yes?"

"I got myself tested after our first meeting, and don't have any other sexual partners. I'm disease free." It was true. I had the results if she wanted to see them -- I'd also picked up condoms, mind, in case she wasn't protected. I'll admit, the thought of impregnating Wonder Woman with her **** cooperation was a turn-on, but some fantasies should be just that.

She breathed in sharply as I pushed up with my hips, punctuating my statement. Her muscles tensed. God, she felt good. Her skin was so smooth. Her breasts were firm, but still yielded to the touch. She even smelled good. Floral, with a hint of musk.

"I... don't know if I'm ready for this," she whispered, as I continued my massage. "I...."

"Slide down to the floor, Diana," I said, softly but firmly. "Kneel."

She shivered at my words. The terms of the oath she'd sworn were clear -- she had to indulge me in these things. Still, she was conscious of what my demand meant, and she was ****.

"Kneel, Diana."

Slowly, her eyes closed, she slipped off my lap to the floor, and knelt more or less between my legs, back-to me.