Diana Devotedly Devours a Delectable, Divine Derriere

It would have come as a surprise to many that Diana Starr-Prince, the quintessential femme role model - second only to Power Girl in her costumed identity and Karen Starr in her civilian one - was quite so adept at submissively eating ass. Sure, most people wouldn't bat an eye at the idea of her being a rimjob dispenser par excellence, but they would have pegged her as the dominant type, capturing her victim in an unbreakable grip and lashing the special nerve clusters deep within every woman's anal passage until they were a drooling, twitching, blissed-out wreck - broken under the merciless tongue of one of the most powerful, domineering (except with her master-wife) women on Earth.

"Good girl, such a good girl..."

Selina Kyle knew better, though. She knew that, deep in her heart, Diana craved to submit. Beneath the tough, capable exterior was a lusty, eager-to-serve **** to anyone able to put a collar and leash on her. In any number of alternate universes, Diana would be the vanguard of forces seeking to enslave all things, such was her love for her myriad masters and mistresses. And the best part? Selina hadn't even needed to change anything! All of that secret submissive streak was all her. All Selina had done was... give her a little extra to go with it. With every return to her homeland, every new memory she carried with her to the home of the Amazons, the inhabitants of Themyscira became a little less dominant in their hearts, a little happier to be groped, squeezed and slapped...

...and a lot more ASS-tastic, it must be said. Maybe she hadn't needed to give the Amazons a rockin', poppin', slut-droppin' face-squasher ASS each, but what was the point of ultimate cosmic power if she didn't use it? And so, with every act of bootilicious submission that she performed, Diana corrupted the timeline of Themyscira inch by inch. Already, the goddesses of Olympus were changing and warping to justify the behaviours and bodies of their blessed chosen. Sharp-witted Athena, Goddess of Triumph and Defeat. Lush-bodied Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Booty. Mighty Hera, Goddess of Possessive Matrimony. Persephone, Goddess of Spring and ****-Consort to ****. These and more were slowly changing, evolving to a more perfect pantheon of ASS.

Small wonder, then, that only the primordial forces of the universe and her own divine self could hope to match Diana of Themyscira's ability to please Catwoman's all-powerful ASS. All of the strength and agility in Diana's superhuman tongue, her own hard-earned skill and millennia of constantly-honed Amazon ass-eating techniques were brought to bear on Selina's slick, hot, clenching anal passage. The taste of it, perfectly matching the most pleasurable flavour of whoever served it, spurred Diana to even greater acts of devotion. Her kissing became wetter, sloppier and altogether raunchier, as if she were in a hot and heavy makeout session with a fellow heroine. Her tongue lengthened and thickened to better explore Selina's backdoor, granted the powers of a femme cock at Selina's whim.

In a fit of inspiration, every part of Selina's ASS became as sensitive as the most potent of her special nerve clusters - and only her special nature kept her from being rendered braindead by the sheer, brain-frying pleasure. Instead, her eyes widened slightly and her mouth formed an 'O' as she let out a small 'oh' of surprise. This was... This was wonderful! She could feel every part of Diana against her body, from the tongue and lips actively pleasuring her to the semi-divinely soft skin of the beautiful face buried between her mounds and the super-strong hands digging into her hips. And, as she realised that she'd not restricted the effect to this body, another woman eating her ASS, with an energy and eagerness that no other being - not even herself at her most narcissistically horny - could ever hope to match.

"Ooooh..." Selina crooned, then giggled softly to herself, "what are the odds? DiDi and DiDi... Nnnngh, should show them each other one day... Open up Tartarus and let my Amazon see Persephone's Mistress at work... She's such a good girl, such a good fuckin' ASS-eater..."

Diana, not being permitted to know the truth of the universe, could only process 'good girl' and assume it was directed her way. The praise spurred her on, impossibly deep into an ASS worshiping haze as her tongue swelled one final time and then began to thrust and corkscrew and writhe in a way that would drive any woman mad with pleasure within seconds. Selina grinned lazily, shifted on the couch a little and wiggled her hips back to give Diana the chance for just a little more of her ASS. She looked up at the clock, calmly watching the hours tick by while she amused herself with a few of her other playthings. Then, when she felt that Diana had earned it, she snapped her fingers, appeared behind the debauched tableau of an Amazon princess rimming one of her bodies, and slammed her femme cock balls-deep into the bronze-skinned beauty's asshole in a single, brutal thrust.

Diana screamed into Selina's ASS, ripples from the supernaturally powerful voice making it jiggle and quake around her mindless ahegao face as her good friend and boss Mayor Kyle blew her colossal femme cumshot - and that of the body that Diana was currently rimming - up her ASS. Powerful purple spunk rushed into Diana's body, soaking into her flesh and infusing her with Selina's will. Purple and gold strobes of light blazed from Diana's eyes, milk sprayed from her tits and her essence coated the floor as her cock and pussy both blasted juices all over the floor around her kneeling legs.

Diana's memories wobbled for a moment, before she remembered her new truth. Her body was, more than metaphorically, a temple. Where she walked, the goddesses of Olympus acted; imposing their values onto the world, making it more amenable to dominance and submission - making it more Amazon. She was her wife's loyal **** and all other women's benevolent Mistress. She would show them the pleasure of servitude. Servitude to her. Servitude to Karen Starr. Servitude to ASS.

"Obey the ASS!"

"O- Obey the A- ASS!"

And with another snap, Diana stumbled out of the elevator, groaning in pleasure and staring at her smartphone. "Hey there, babe," Selina drawled from where she was sprawled out on one of the bridal suite's purple couches, "want me to keep you company while you wait for your beau?"