The Big Moment

Shaking off the daze, a kneeling Wonder Woman looked up at the orc-man who had made her see stars. Her eyes radiated a devotion beyond all reason; she seemed to be before a deity descended from Olympus.

Her cheeks flushed with a smile that matched a **** addict about to get their fix, so intense was her emotion that a couple of tears escaped.

"Oh, is this possible, Frank...mmm...Are we really going to do this? By Hera, I can't wait any longer...come on, don't play with me, tell me if you're going to... yes, yes... SAY IT, SAY IT, Frank!" Diana roared, bouncing like a dog in her desperation.

For his part, the orc-man was just as eager; his arousal was pressing terribly against his pants. He was completely determined; she wasn't going to remain a virgin.

"That’s right, Wonder Woman, I’m going to take off your lasso and give you something much better and more powerful. You’re going to get my cock, and you’ll love it like nothing else in your life. No other man or woman will give you what I’m about to give you,” he proclaimed, feeling like the ruler of the world.

Happiness could no longer be contained within Wonder Woman’s sensual body. She bit her lip, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a cry of excitement. It was impossible to see her so ecstatic over words more befitting a degenerate villain than a lover.

Possessed by lust, she leaped up and spun around violently, her bound wrists flailing.

“Do it, do it now, Frank… Take this off, for the love of God… this burning in my pussy is killing me.”

“Okay, I’ll do it on one condition: Call me Master!”

“FREE ME AND FUCK ME, MASTER, I BEG YOU!”

Our protagonist didn’t make her wait any longer and set about untying her. Due to his excitement, his hands struggled a bit. He still couldn’t believe that in just moments he was going to experience intimacy with a true goddess.

Once he had untied her, Wonder Woman turned around to kiss him with the same intensity as before. He found it ironic that despite being completely free, Wonder Woman was still bound to him on a deeper level.

“Mmm… gods, how I love the taste of your saliva, master.”

“Oooh… and you haven’t even tasted the best part yet.”

Before the orc could say anything, Diana began removing her heroine costume, that symbol of justice and righteousness that had accompanied her throughout. First, she took off her bodice, which was already half-falling. Then she bent down to remove her starry skirt and, to finish, her red boots, leaving her only with her bracelets.

She did all this with astonishing calm, without haste. She did it deliberately to further arouse her man, and it worked. Frank’s eyes practically darted toward her; he clenched his hands as if he were holding an imaginary stress ball, and the tent in his trousers was visible in the complete darkness.

“So, how do I look? Hmmm… although I have a feeling I know the answer.” She bit her lip, eyeing the bulge.

“Uh… you… you… you look… you look… WOW… You’re divine!”

Then she moved to the side of her man, placed both hands on the railing, and bent over, exposing her ass.

“Come to me, my love… make me yours with all your might… come on, Master, fill me with your semen.”

“OH FUCK!”

Drunk with power and lust, Frank Freeman pulled down his pants, revealing a cock bigger than he remembered, but he didn’t care. Wanting only one thing, he pounced on the princess and penetrated her like an animal.