Wonder Woman (more of a "don't make horny friends" scenario)

When the Gods gave her power, Zeus saw fit to add one small detail: she could never be unintentionally woken. It seemed out of character for him to focus on the minutia like that but even Athena had to admit that this feature was practical and commended Zeus for ensuring the Amazons would have a well rested champion. It wasn't until Diana entered the man's world that the ulterior motives became evident.

That first night on the boat she fell asleep under the stars while Steve Trevor kept watch. Steve lost the battle to sleep eventually and awoke to a shout from Diana.

"What is this on my face?!"

Now Steve could very clearly tell that it was cum plastered across her beautiful features but he didn't see a way to admit that without it looking like he did it.

"I can't tell what that is. Perhaps, it is a side effect of you leaving Themyscira."

This explanation satisfied Diana but Steve was still baffled by the mystery cum. He decided to do a little stake out that night to see if he could solve the situation. So again, Diana went to sleep first and he stayed up. Hours passed with nothing occurring. Well, not quiet nothing. It turns out that spending a lot of time staring at the most beautiful woman on the planet and thinking about how cum might end up on her face has disastrous consequences on the male anatomy. Steve held out as long as could but eventually he just had to masturbate. It only felt natural to look at her when he did it but he never meant to paint her face himself. He watched in shock as spurt after spurt hit her in the face and as post nut clarity started to click in for him. He quickly dove onto his bedding and pretended to be asleep, ready to have to give the performance of a lifetime. But, Diana didn't stir and eventually Steve fell asleep in earnest.

The next morning he awoke to Diana complaining that the mystery goo was on her face and her lower stomach this time. Again, he downplayed it but inwardly he got a lot more excited about tonight's "stakeout".

When Diana fell asleep this time, it was barely 5 minutes before a blinding light filled the boat. A man with a beard and long hair as white as his toga addressed Steve.

"Look, I don't feel like waiting today and after yesterday I know you're no white knight, so let me just cut to the chase. Diana can't be woken unintentionally and I plan to **** that to use her any night I want. I don't mind you helping yourself; in fact, seeing her being used by her friend is a bit of a turn on for me if we're being honest. Just stay out my way during my turn or at least keep to the other end."

With that Zeus flipped over Diana, spit on her exposed asshole, and thrust in. As Steve recovered from his shock, his concern went out to Diana and her tightest hole being torn asunder.

"Wait, you're going to hurt her!"

Zeus laughed with a crackle.

"Son, this is Wonder Woman, champion and goddess. The worse that will happen to her is a slight soreness and a bit of mess. This right here (he smacks her ass hard to accent his point) is practically consequence free."

His words were persuasive to Steve how eventually joined in for a sleeping beauty Eiffel Tower, and for over a year, they proved true. Wonder Woman was used almost every night and not just by Steve and Zeus. Other gods and even a few goddesses would swing by some nights to join in the fun. Ares seemed to be the gladdest to take advantage, although he was **** to swear an oath that he wouldn't reveal the whole thing to Diana. They knew his desire to humiliate her was great but thankfully it wasn't as great as his desire to fuck her. It seemed like everyone had the same desire to fuck her and Zeus and Steve had some fun with that. They would dress her up in her costume, a mask, or nothing at all and let good soldiers use her as a reward. Blowbangs, gangbangs, bukkake; Wonder Woman had been through them all and had no idea. Indeed, it seemed that Zeus initial pitch about consequence free fucking was actually true.

Until today that is. Today, an unforeseen consequence reared its head. After a year of waking up coated in cum or at least with a facefull, Diana had grown to like the way it felt and, more disastrously, the way it looked. That's why she sat there in front of the mirror putting makeup on around the cum, admiring herself and preparing to face the world.

Steve had tried to talk her out of it but she was determined to embrace what she believed to be a natural part of her life now. He was scared for how this would play out but deep down he was excited. His mind raced with the possibilities. Would Diana influence high society? Could facials become fashion? More troubling was the rush he got thinking about the possibilities that a disgraced Diana Prince would open up. Could they start making movies at night and turning a tidy profit? Maybe they could even make the transition into taking their nocturnal activities to the day and having Diana as an active participant. Maybe she was going to turn into a **** or surprised participant when she went out that door. It wasn't hard to see today involving some more cum being gifted to Diana by the general public. Gods, he wouldn't miss this for anything. He rushed out behind Diana as she strode out into the world.