Champion

You are still Dane, a typical horny teenager who has most definitely masturbated to fantasies of Wonder Woman in the not so recent past. So it is difficult not to immediately assign her to your harem.

But your Emperor personality ensures you make the appropriate choice. She will be your champion. As one of the most powerful superheroes in the world, there was never really any doubt as to her role. She will be your standard-bearer, your spokesperson, and your sword.

Not that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be spending time in your bed, you think with a smile.

Your hand slides up to cup her cheek and you look into her eyes. She looks back, calm and accepting.

“Your role in the Empire is champion.”

She nods before she naturally takes a more martial position on just one knee, her back straightening, “Yes, your majesty.”

Your power erupts from your Domain, purple energy cascading in a wave from the four corners of your throne room to wash over Wonder Woman. She is lifted off of her feet to hover in the air as your power gifts her with a uniform fit for your service.

Exchange the maroon for purple and the stars for thrones

When the light show recedes, your power flowing outward to dissipate into the floor, she is once again on one knee, her head now bowed. She declares, “I am ready to serve. Command me, your majesty.”

“First, I need my realm organized. Go among my people, investigate their capacities, and choose their roles using your best judgment.”

“At once, your majesty.” She stands and strides off to enact your will. You admire her muscular curves as she steps off your dais to speak to the five followers directly beneath her in your current hierarchy. You feel your member pulse with blood as it lies majestically across your thigh, quite exposed after it and your legs grew in size and burst your jeans and undergarments into shreds. You control your first urge to order your champion to attend to you, instead-

“Taylor. Approach me.” She is a cute, petite little beauty. You’ve had a crush on her for a while now but have been woefully stuck in the friend zone. No longer…

The nervous excitement is clear in her every move, her dark eyes shining. You don’t give her time to kneel as you reach out and pull her tiny body onto your quite comparatively massive lap. You pull her into a kiss and she hungrily kisses you back, her small hands resting upon the flat muscular panes of your chest. Your hand cups her small tits through her shirt and as it slides down her abdomen, you release her mouth to declare, “Your role in the Empire is concubine, the first of many to my harem.”

She gasps and nods, flashing you a megawatt smile. Your blazing violet power engulfs her and when it subsides, there is little but lavender silken panties hiding her mons and it is no obstacle at all to your seeking hand. You slide one large finger through her moist folds and she moans and cries out, her hips bucking. You clasp one comparatively massive hand to her waist, holding her in place as your finger plunges into her wet yielding depths. You look into her eyes and command, “Cum for me.”

And she does, squealing pleasantly, her eyes squeezed shut as she quivers in your solid grip. Her pussy quakes around your finger, pulsing and squeezing wildly. A flood of her arousal flows into the palm of your hand, soaking her panties, and running down her slim thighs.

A few minutes later she is on her knees before your throne as she worships your mammoth cock in every sense of the word.

You watch your champion bring order to your people as one hand rests gently upon Taylor’s head and contemplate the future.

A few months later…

It was nearing the end of a long night as Batman drove the dark rain-slickened streets of Gotham. It had started with a gang war and had only escalated as the night wore on. Most recently he’d fought Bane in a brutal fight that had his whole body aching and most likely cracked a rib. The villain was even stronger than normal, probably a new version of Venom coursing through his veins. And the fact that he was working with Two-Face was… concerning to say the least.

Alfred’s voice crackled from the console, “Imperial Wonder is attacking the truck transporting Poison Ivy to Arkham.”

Bruce was clenching the wheel in an iron grip as soon as he heard that first word and he was throwing the Batmobile through a vicious turn before the sentence was fully out of his butler’s mouth. He ground his teeth in cold fury and barked, “It’s Wonder Woman.”

Alfred knew better than to correct him or say anything about respecting Diana’s decision to join the Empire, instead he continued his briefing, “There is no sign of the Emperor yet-“

“He’s here.” Snarled Batman.

When he got to the scene seven minutes later it was already over as he knew it would be. The truck was stopped in the middle of the street, the back doors wide open, and the guards just now rousing from being knocked ****. His eyes flashed to a nearby rooftop and swiftly narrowed. His grappling gun had him up there moments later.

“Where is she?” he growled.

Diana had the gall to greet him with a wan smile, “And greetings to you too, Batman.”

Her boss, the arch-villain grandiosely named Emperor, nodded respectfully, “Dark Knight. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.” The man was of a size and muscularity with Bane, though he took his costuming after Superman complete with cape and tight body suit done in purple and black. An ornate crown upon his head.

Bruce stalked forward menacingly and Wonder Woman stepped between him and her master, “Cut the act and tell me what you did with Ivy.”

“I sent her to my Domain. Under my banner, I assure you she will no longer trouble your city. In fact, she will become another righteous champion for our cause. I am even open to loaning her to the Justice League for a few small concessions.” Said Emperor as if everything he’d just said was completely reasonable.

“She’s a criminal, a sociopath, and a murderer. She belongs in Arkham.”

Diana spoke up, “So she can inevitably escape and visit more **** and destruction upon the people of this city?”

Emperor shook his head, a sympathetic mask of an expression put in place, “Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result is the very definition of insanity. My Empire provides an ideal solution for this dilemma. There is no need for us to be opponents. We are on the same side, fighting chaos and serving order.”

Bruce was silent for a moment as he realized this was futile. The Emperor could teleport those he or his followers defeated to his Domain in Washington, D.C. Poison Ivy was out of reach for now. “Stay out of my city, Emperor. You expect us to respect your ‘Domain’. Fine. Gotham is MY domain.”

With a violent sweep of his cape, he was over the side of the building. The Emperor’s voice carried after him, rather uncharacteristically boyish, “Got it! Hey! I’m a big fan by the way! If you ever want to team up, I’m down anytime! Call me!”