[She kept watching ]

Stay strong, Diana, she told herself silently, crossing her arms tighter. Her own nipples were felt against the hardness of her breastplate and she bit her lip. This show was quickly becoming her favourite thing ever. The General could really suck a fat cock.

Kweku had a hand on the woman’s head now, gripping her by the back of it, liking the short fuzz of her utilitarian hairstyle against his palm. Around six inches was her limit, and once he could see her spit dribbling down toward his balls he could start fucking those six inches in and out of her mouth. He started at a lazy pace, soaking in the luxury of his friend’s warm hole, and then flicked his eyes over to their captive audience. He still couldn’t believe his luck, that he was living this brand new dream of getting his cock sucked while Wonder Woman watched. She seemed to be studying them intently and he could tell she was enjoying the show on more than an academic level. Those glossy red lips of hers made him imagine, and Malaika could feel just how excited his imagination made him. He had to make a good show of it.

The hardening of Kweku’s dick in her mouth urged the General to pick up her pace, and the donor went to match her with a groan.

“Ohh Malaika… you really want it from me, yes? Need to feel my cum shoot down your throat?” he asked her, gripping the woman’s head firmly to ensure each thrust slid in and out at the perfect angle. The General’s moans became stuttered as she let her head be used as a fuck hole for his massive dick. The gulping sound as he went faster and her saliva got sloppier, spilling over her chin, was melodic to the Amazon. She wished it was her mouth being used. Wished she would be the one about to be served a hot fresh cum load. “You take it now you slut General! Ohh you love this! Such a good cum slut!” shouted the man. Wonder Woman’s face betrayed a moment of shock for the first time.

The words seemed to please Malaika to no end, or perhaps it was the throbbing sensation in her mouth as Kweku’s cock erupted down her throat. Whatever it was caused the General to push herself onto the dick as much as she could. Her grip on his thighs were iron and Diana could see her arching her back, sticking her ass out which even under those baggy army issue cargos showed off her definite curve. The ass was phat.

It was perhaps the movements of the black woman’s throat, the way her long neck undulated as she was fed his cum, that fascinated the superhero the most. She saw tears running down her cheeks and doubted she was able to breath now, instead all she was doing was inhaling Kweku’s plentiful spunk. The man roared again as he pulled out, grabbing himself around the shaft and pumping, still more cum to give. Malaika gasped for air but she never left her spot, hands still clamped to his legs, her face upturned with mouth wide open. His thick paste was stark white against her dark skin. Being able to see the fresh cum as he spilled the last of it over the addict’s lips and tongue made Wonder Woman salivate. She swallowed in time with the General, though Malaika was getting a lot more out of it.

When it was all over, all three in the tent were out of breath, but Wonder Woman hid her elevated heart rate well. Seeing the General take Kweku’s slowly wilting cock back in both hands to make sure everything was milked out, that tongue lapping slowly at the tip, her face still cum streaked, was an image Diana would not soon forget.

“Hoo-ee… thanks for that,” Kweku sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“No… thank you for your service, Kweku. Mmmm…” Malaika said with a smile as she did the enjoyable work of swiping the clinging cum from her face with her fingers then sucking her hands clean. She didn’t seem shy about her condition around Wonder Woman at all any more.

“Thank you,” said Wonder Woman now, stepping forward to a surprised Kweku. He looked up at the powerful Amazon, big arms still crossed, her expression unreadable. The way she had thanked him had a finality to it. It seemed obvious that she wanted him to leave, and he had the shrinking feeling that he had offended the Princess with the things he had said to the General. Not feeling brave enough to explain that it was part of Malaika’s treatment, that she had requested he speak to her that way while administering her doses, he just picked up his shorts and scuttled out of the tent after a quick not to both women.

Once Diana was sure the man had left, she cast her gaze down at Malaika. She was still savouring the taste of cum that lingered on her fingers. “Are you feeling better, General?” Wonder Woman asked, squatting down to the cum addict’s level. It took a moment and Malaika snapped to attention, as if she had just remembered that Wonder Woman was there.

“Yes… I am. Sorry about that. The whole process is a little intense sometimes,” she said, apologetic and a bit of that embarrassment now returning to her with the clearing head.

“No it was fine. It was very educational,” Wonder Woman assured her, then spotted a single hanging droplet of semen under the General’s jaw like a haw spotting a hare in the snow (colour schemes reversed?). She couldn’t resist and reached out with an index finger, running it across the line of Malaika’s face to collect the missed dollop from her skin. The General was frozen, Wonder Woman’s unexpected touch making her tingle and her eyes widen, then she saw what had been collected on the tip of the Amazon’s finger. Before she could utter a single questioning syllable Wonder Woman slipped her finger into Malaika’s mouth.

Diana watched those soft lips close around her knuckle, felt the wet tongue against her intrusion. The General sucked, then swallowed with a moan, and Wonder Woman withdrew the digit slowly, watching how the spit coated her skin. Both women looked at each other and took a breath, the hero standing first then giving the soldier a hand to lift her to her feet.

Not knowing what to say about the surreal moment, General Malaika just smiled. Then the Amazon leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lips. Her mind almost exploded. Diana’s touch lingered just long enough, tongue briefly brushing the General’s lips and getting a taste. Never having experienced such a sapphic tenderness before, Malaika was breathless and speechless again.

“Stay strong, sister,” Wonder Woman told her, staring into her eyes, holding her by the arms. She heard her words but in this moment Malaika wanted nothing more than to fall forward and melt into this wonderful goddess’s embrace. But then she was standing upon her own power again, the spell broken, and the General straightened her posture with the slightest head shake.

Now she saw Wonder Woman standing there with an expectant expression, so not knowing how else to respond, Malaika fell back on her training and gave a smart salute. This seemed to put a close to it. Wonder Woman nodded and turned to the tent flap. “Now, let us check on the perimeter defenses.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” said General Malaika, and she marched ahead.

***

It was only the afternoon but Wonder Woman was already starting to feel drained, and a little irritable. Her thighs ached from tensing so much, from her attempts to hold her crotch closed, that when she finally boarded her crystalline craft she needed a few minutes to close her eyes to try and center herself and not think about anything. Diana still felt awful about taking advantage of General Malaika like that. She just couldn’t help herself after witnessing such a lurid act. Sure it was just a kiss… and it was obvious the General didn’t mind, but Wonder Woman needed to have more self control than that. Not only because it risked exposing her cum addiction.

Perhaps if Malaika ever brought it up again Diana could play the kiss off as some sort of common Themysciran cultural practice. She was thinking about taking the General to the island now… so that they could explore each other’s bodies thoroughly, without shame or worry about exposure. And… though men weren’t usually allowed perhaps a select few could be invited. Purely for medical reasons of course…

Wonder Woman shook her head. The images were hard to shift from her mind, all the thoughts of cocks and pussies and cum and sex… She had heard that men could not go for more than a few seconds without thinking about something carnal, and finally she felt that she could sympathise. Was this what it was like to live like a man? To exist like Kweku? Like Doctor Doe? Remembering those two particular men made her thighs tense again and she sat up. Another deep breath.

She opted to pilot the invisible plane manually instead of letting it fly itself in order to occupy her mind. Working the alien console she plotted a course into space. It would be time for her dosage when she reached the Justice League Watchtower. She lifted off, the jets of her craft morphing while it flew, the crystalline engines reconfiguring themselves in order to boost the craft to escape Earth’s gravity. Wonder Woman looked forward to reuniting with Doctor McCree and Doctor Doe at the station. Her thoughts of General Malaika and Donor Kweku grew more distant as the ship pulled away from the stratosphere, but their taste still lingered on her lips, a smile upon them.