Thesmophoria

“Princess Koriand’r of Tamaran,” announced the Amazon guard.

“Welcome, dear child,” said Hippolyta from the center table. Diana sat besides her mother. It was the week of Thesmophoria and her return provided the perfect excuse to start the festivities early.

Hippolyta wore the wreath her daughter gave her. It was adorned with the comeliest leaves and gilded with gold trim, and it smelled… divine.

Sister, the wreath whispered to her.

“Your majesty. Thank you. I have heard of your magnificent island from friend Diana! But now that I have done the journey, I must say it surpass even her eloquent description.”

“You are very kind… child. We have heard of your troubles in Tamaran from our daughter as well. We only wish we could make the same journey and liberate her from your sister one day.”

“What a glorious thought, majesty! Perhaps we finally will make the turning of the table on that manipulative gremplork with the amazons behind me.”

“Enjoy Thesmophoria… sis… princess. Our polemarch, Phillipus, will accompany you. When you tire of the night she will show you to the bedrooms, some of your friends are already resting there.”

“This way princess,” said Phillipus.

“Thank you, Phillipa! So good to see you, Diana! We should do the hangout soon!”

“Kori. Let us speak before bed,” said Diana. “Your room is next to mine.”

“Will you do the explaining for me, Phillipus? What are the amazons celebrating?”

“All of Themyscira are here tonight for an early celebration of the harvest festival, princess. It is an annual affair to commenmorate the blessings of Our Lady Demeter,” said Phillipus as she lead Kori away. “Unbeknownst to most, Thesmophoria also celebrates her daughter, Lady Persephone. Her **** by Hades, her elevation to the Queen of Hell, and her return to her mother once a year. Thus, this is a ritual of both life and divine rebirth...”

“As I was saying mother, these are my gifts,” said Diana, handing her mother a few wood branches.

“I say, daughter, of all the things I expected you to find in Man’s world…” said Hippolyta.

Ambrosia. It whispered, nay counselled her.

“I did not expect this,” she finished.

“Nectar of the gods,” said Diana handing her mother a knife. “If it pleases you, mother, this may be key to peace in our time.”

Hippolyta fidget with the branches in her hands. A feast bustled around her with great euphoria at the princess’s return and yet the tree barks held her attention.

In days long past, it was a blasphemy to drink ambrosia without consent of the gods. It was the source of their immortality. It was not shared with mortals saved those destined for apostheosis on Olympus.

“It’s not…”

Wrong. It’s not wrong to have this power.

“…wrong to have this power,” she finished finally, speaking almost to herself.

“No, it is not. Aries drinks it regularly and if we are to fight him, we may as well fight fire with fire.”

A regal bead of sweat formed on her golden royal brow, but the time for hesitation was over. It was not wrong to have this power, for surely the amazons would not **** it.

Hippolyta took the knife and gently cut along the edge of the bark. A pale pink sap dripped along its cut. She licked along the edge and impatiently made more cuts. In all her years, she had not tasted honey more divine.

Diana waited for her to finish and watched indulgently as the licking motion became more erotic with every drop down her throat. She stood subtly closer to her mother, blocking the view of her sisters.

“It’s so… sweet and honeyed. Almost like… Olympus itself. Words fail me, my dear.”

Diana gave her mother a thin smile. “I’m told it smell and taste different to different people, according to their nature and attraction.”

“And it comes from a tree, mother. I’ve planted the tree in the old bath house on my wing of the palace.”

“Thank you, daughter.”

Diana got up to leave, but she was stopped.

“Wait… pray tell, O daughter of mine. Why are there scrape markings I didn’t make on these branches?”

Diana gave her a childish smile.

“I… may have already mixed them with the wine served tonight.”

“Diana! That was not your decision to make! I should…”

So many amazons ascending. So much power. Enough power to end all wars.

Hippolyta held her head in her hand.

“What’s done is done, mother. Besides, the effects of ambrosia are not permanent. Even the gods themselves consume them with some regularity.”

“No, daughter. There will be no more shenanigans from you tonight. The wrath of the gods…”

Are a trifle with ambrosia coursing through every amazonian veins.

“More wine, mother? I promise you will feel better in the morning.”

On the opposite side of the room, Powergirl reclined at a table with Mala and Nubia, two of Diana’s childhood friends and generals of the amazon army.

“Amazons as wine snob?” said Powergirl. “The image honestly just doesn’t compute in my head.”

“You better believe it,” said Mala. “Especially Nubia here. I’d wager my spear you can’t find five better noses in Themyscira.”

“Give it a rest, Mala,” said Nubia.

“Huh… how about that,” said Powergirl. “I guess it does make sense if you think about it. A warrior’s patience, endless time on your hands, and a Paradise Island with Mediterranean climate.”

“She will blush if you keep at it, you. Here, Nubia, tell us today’s vintage,” said Mala.

Nubia raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t worry. Her Majesty told me.”

“Honestly… I thought it was a 1969 from the Temple of Aphrodite. But it is oddly sweet. Now that I think about it…”

Powergirl hand slipped and she spilled half a goblet of wine on herself.

“Oh my, and now we have Kryptonian as clumsy drunk.”

The girls laughed.

“There’s a saying on Krypton, if you’re gonna spill wine spill it on white leotards.”

“Truly?” asked Mala.

“Well, I don’t know. But since it’s ladies night over here, you girls mind if I just get out of it?” said Powergirl. She didn’t wait for permission.

“Oooooo,” said Nubia

“Now we’re getting racy,” said Mala.

“What’s happening over here?” said Ivy as she came over with Antiope, Artemis, and Hessia.

“Powergirl’s stripping for us,” said Mala.

“Oh,”

“Oh…”

“Oh!”

“How can I be a part of this?” said Ivy.

“Well… you can always strip too,” said Powergirl.

“Honey, if you wanna slut it up you can be my guest, but I ain’t doing it with you.”

“Fine, babe. Your loss,” said Powergirl. She grabbed onto both side of her leotard and tugged. Karen’s muscle flexed beautifully. Amidst the grasp and sigh of the attending amazon the top half of her leotard ripped in two.

“Wow, I’ve heard they were big, but I had no idea,” said Hessia.

Powergirl just smirked. “More wine?” she said as she went around the circle pouring more wine for the amazons. When it was Mala’s turn, she poured wine on Powergirl and licked it off her tits. Then, she gave her a kiss in the nips, eliciting a few gasps and sighs from the audience.

“So, Antiope was just telling me about the humiliation of amazons under Herakles.”

“Goddess, are we there already?” said Nubia.

“Oh yes we are,” said Artemis.

“After two thousand years and they still show up in our drunk conversations,” said Mala.

“Indeed…” said Nubia.

“So, Antiope was telling me the waitressing story…”

“Ugh, pig,” said Nubia amidst the groans of the amazons.

“Pig…” said Mala.

“As I was saying, Ivy, Herakles made us wait the table of his soldiers naked. And they’d play a little game. Two fingers in their wine, like so,” said Antiope and she dipped the fingers accordingly. Mala followed suit.

“Then a flick,” said Antiope as she flicked her fingers towards Powergirl. “And if a soldier hits her right between her legs, she was his **** for the night.”

Antiope’s flick missed, but Mala’s landed right between Powergirl’s legs dying her tattered garment wine red. After a brief silent, the amazons whistled and catcalled.

Powergirl walked straight to Mala. Amply encouraged, Mala bumped into Supergirl. Mala tore off the last of Powergirl’s leotard and Powergirl responded by in kind. Two blonde statuesque women pushed against each other, tits against tits, crotch against crotch.

“Can it be slavery, if it’s willing?” said Powergirl.

“I suppose we’ll find out.”

The two women kissed and hungrily, almost clumsily, seek out the other’s cunt. Powergirl jammed her thigh between Mala’s leg and gained the upper hand. Both women moaned hungrily and sighed contently.

Powergirl pushed Mala backwards onto the table, but as she fell Mala pivot gracefully and positioned herself on top. With Powergirl’s thigh between her legs, Mala pushed further in and scissored her counterpart, eliciting a scandulous gasp.

“I need more drinks,” said Ivy almost disapprovingly. She refilled her wine glass and then each of the amazons.

But some of the refill went discarded. Antiope was already attacked by Artemis from behind. Artemis nibbled her ears and caressed her from behind. The older Amazon leaned back into her sister and they kissed furiously. Their toned muscle contracted and loosened with the waves of pleasure apparent on their faces.

Ivy shrugged at Hessia and Nubia, and they smiled back indulgingly.

“I guess world peace is a stressful job,” said Hessia.

Ivy made a wry smile. “I definitely won’t be casting any stone,” she said.

“Welp… here’s to temperance,” said Ivy finally.

“To temperance,” said the two amazon generals with deep blushes on their face.

Nubia and Hessia were the last ones standing. Every amazons were there for sacred Thesmophoria, yet this year’s festivities honored Dionysus not Demeter. Hippolyta was being carried to palace by her daughter. Phillipus was being eaten out by her bodyguards while the rest of Themyscira bounded together in one great writhing mass of flesh.

“To… temperance,” said Ivy and she moved to kiss Nubia.

A moment later, Hessia joined her two companions in a three way kiss. Though she began shyly at first, it did not take long for the three to descend into the dirtiest forms of copulating, nor did it take long for them to join their neighbors in the great amazonian knot of flesh.

By then, Mala had lost count of her orgasm and even a Charli-mone verteran like Powergirl was beginning to lose her count.

“Goddess… I miss having a man,” said Mala almost in a squeal. “And I have never missed having a man.”

"Say... you never know," said Powergirl. "Keep your eyes open and you might get lucky in a day or two."

Karen Starr had a faint, almost imperceptible smirk.