Another Amazon falls to the amulet's power.

Brandon couldn’t believe it! Aresia was a lesbian! And in retrospect he could absolutely believe it and it would have been blisteringly obvious if he’d given it a moment’s thought. Misandry aside, of course the woman from the island of only women who built a team of only women to create a world of only women was perhaps maybe into only women. If anything, he should have found it weird that Wonder Woman wasn’t a lesbian. Or that, according to her own Lasso of Truth, she was really, really into being **** and enslaved by a dominant man. Which was…an equally problematic interpretation of Amazon sexuality. Hm. He saw the folly in making assumptions about the whole culture based on one or two examples. He might have to do some research.

But for now, his focus was on the women pressing their bodies together within his reach. He shed his clothes in a hurry while Aresia stripped Tsukuri, leaving just an amulet and some gold armbands among them. A tap on the shoulder was all it took to put Tsukuri on her knees, gazing up at her accomplice/girlfriend/cellmate with—dare he say—naked admiration. She licked her lips and leaned into Aresia’s crotch, and from the ensuing appreciative sigh he could guess what her tongue was doing. Brandon looked her over, trying to pick his angle of attack, but after a moment’s thought he decided Aresia would be a more satisfying conquest. Roulette was a fine appetizer, and Tsukiri would be a good dessert, which meant he could have an Amazon as his main course.

He slipped between Aresia and the wall, pushing his dick between her buttcheeks to test her compliance. Her hips tensed under the pincer attack, and it didn’t matter to him whether the stimulus was her (probably) first real cock or the nimble lips working their way past her clit. He only cared that she was nice and wet when he made contact, and with a bit of wriggling he was able to part her thighs enough to rub his head against her pussy. Immediately Tsukuri integrated him into her oral routine, licking at the crown of his cock and lubricating it further for the next stage. If he hadn’t been training under such intense circumstances he might have blown all over her face then and there, but impregnating superheroes had definitely upped his endurance. And also, he guessed, the ****. Either way, he kept his wits, and he was still rock-hard when he **** his way into Aresia’s virgin cunt.

And “****” was the correct term. Said virginity was only an assumption on his part, but her insides were so tight and her grunt so pained he couldn’t imagine she had any experience with an intrusion like him. He supposed it was possible she had used some sort of penetrative toy on herself, but as he fought for the second, then the third, then the fourth inch, those possibilities faded away. Surely she’d never taken anything more than a finger, maybe two, and he was certainly bigger than that. He gritted his teeth and rocked his hips with shallow motions, letting her acclimate to his dick until her **** resistance waned and her pussy accepted its fate. Tsukuri helped, still licking away with blissful ignorance, keeping Aresia’s juices flowing and Brandon’s shaft bathed in a mixture of saliva and Amazon honey. Thrust by labored thrust he worked his way farther up her canal, and when he finally felt her crushing heat around his entire length and a thirsty tongue against his balls, he let out a shuddering sigh.

Aresia recovered more quickly, naturally. Her body undulated against Tsukuri’s face, a motion that happened to help Brandon slide in and out of her without any action on his part. He propped his shoulders against the wall and bent backward, setting himself at a better angle to benefit from her movement. From his vantage point he could barely see Tsukiri, a bit of knee or foot around one side of Aresia’s narrow waist, and the Amazon herself was mostly a pile of golden hair, a swaying ass carved out of marble, and a small patch of smooth skin in between. He smirked to himself at the thought of autographing his latest unwitting seedbed, a lewd tramp stamp scrawled in dry-erase marker, but he had neither the means to write an insult nor the **** wish it would require to leave evidence on his victims. He preferred leaving the evidence inside them, where they wouldn’t know it existed for weeks or months, far too long to trace it back to the specific day Tsukuri had poked her head out of her basement hideaway. He mulled over the other women in the facility, the all-female guard crew likely hired to satisfy Aresia’s misandry, and his mouth watered at the number of mothers he could make. As nice as it would be to have another marathon threesome, there were plenty of ways to spread his seed today.

He tried actively fucking Aresia for a moment, but the position didn’t lend itself to much action on his part. She knew what she wanted and the mere humans in the room were along for the ride, whether it was the man literally bending over backward to stay inside her pussy or the woman kneeling low and craning her neck vertical to lap at her clit. Brandon’s role was to enjoy it, focusing entirely on how she squeezed him when Tsukuri licked just the right way and the low, satisfied moans coming through her back. He grabbed her ass, kneading until his fingers ached, while shallow lurches brought him closer and closer to his next peak. As his balls tightened, he took a risk and pushed Aresia’s shoulders with all his might, and she finally tilted enough for him to bury his full length inside her. The moment he bottomed out, his orgasm began, filling her Amazonian womb with millions of his chemically-enhanced sperm while her walls massaged his cock in an understated orgasm. She didn’t stay down for long, but it was long enough to sow his seed, and when she straightened her spine and his dick popped out of her, the rest of his semen landed in and around the mouth of a thirsty, engaged Tsukuri.

“Wonderful,” she purred, gently pulling Tsukuri’s face free and stroking a thumb above a dollop of semen. A gentle finger under her lover’s chin was all it took to make Tsukuri rise, and they shared a long, soft kiss heedless of the cum it smeared around their lips and cheeks.