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Chapter 4 by sexyslave sexyslave

Who finds the lamp, and is it empty?

Wonder Woman, and it is.

(As much as I love superhero stuff, I find it pretty hard to write erotic material on it properly. Probably because there are so many different versions out there that sticking to a single, continuous storyline is tricky. So I'm not even going to really bother following a larger plotline like I am doing in my other fanfic based threads. Maybe reference a few incidents here and there. Hopefully, I can manage a little structure with this.)

Diana walked along the debris laden streets, exhausted, her body covered in bruises and cuts, yet she was still making sure to help where she could with finding injured civilians and getting them medical care. There was so much collateral damage. There always was when Doomsday showed up. That monster just wouldn't stay dead, no matter what was done to it. And what made it worse was that it couldn't die the same way twice. Which made it more and more of a threat.

"...there has got to be a permanent solution for that thing," she grumbled as she spotted debris running through an alley. Something had gone through one of the buildings in the battle, and as a result, deposited said debris. While there was no sign of anyone in need of help, the debris pile was large enough to conceal a person, so she decided to clear it while passing by, just in case.

Walking into the alley, she quickly moved broken pieces of building aside, quickly discovering no one under there. Oh well, she'd had to check. Just as she turned to leave and resume her patrol, something caught her eye. A golden glint.

She turned her head, and found, partially buried, what looked like an Arabic style lamp. Normally, this wouldn't any concern for her, she would be walking away from it, but there was something of a glint of... Something within the item. She knew magic when in its presence, and this lamp had plenty of it, making it a possible threat if left alone.

She scooped it up and looked at the make and design on it. She was cautious about what it could be. "This is pretty fancy," she remarked, brushing dust off of it. "What kind of magic does it hold?"

Does the lamp take her in immediately?

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