Chapter 3 - Chapter Three

Every part of Courntey Whitmore felt like it had been set ablaze. Even within the line of a hero's duty, she'd never felt so tense. Her heart had never raced so wild. Her body had never been as claimed by goosebumps and butterflies as it was now, with Diana Prince leaning forward and closing the distance between them. By natural instinct Courtney found herself drifting straight in the hero's direction, and though Diana's eyes soon closed to savor the moment, Courtney's remained wide open and nervous until the point of inevitable impact. In those fleeting few split-seconds she had the chance to survey everything - Diana's naked form glistening with water and soap, the pulse of a still-erect Amazonian length resting in her teenage hand, the foggy mist of steam that was surrounding the mostly-marble shower to embrace them in a mysterious, hot air. Courtney knew in those fractions of time that what she was about to do was wrong, that her lips belonged on someone her own age, that Diana was more experienced and far wiser in the ways of the world than she could ever hope to be...and still, with a tiny, helpless whimper escaping from the back of her throat, the blonde tilted her head and allowed Diana to claim her prize.

The press of confident, mature lips against the quivering touch of the much, much younger girl's came with an impact that rocked Courtney to her core. Her shoulders lifted and her whimper melted into a slow and sultry moan, once more allowing her passions to carry every motion and every noise without much conscious thought. As powerful hands moved against her shower-slickened shoulders and pulled her slowly closer, Courtney didn't resist. As she felt the soaked locks of Diana's hair fall against her cheeks and stick to her skin, she didn't dare sweep them away. As she felt the press of the Amazon's hefty, impressive chest against her own comparatively tiny offering, not only did she not recoil...but a flaring instinct in her mind told her to squeeze that member still resting in her hand. Slowly, sweetly, and firmly.

Diana's murmur of contentment was enough to reward her action, and the older woman's hands continued from their place on the girl's shoulders. She swept them down across Courtney's back, her fingers spread to fully explore every inch of her tender frame, and there they circled again and again while she held her lips in chaste, doting fashion against the other woman's. After she was sure that Courtney was growing accustomed to her touch, she slowly scooped her arms around the young lady's waist as she pulled her ever closer, and in fluid fashion used her incredible strength to easily turn her position around. There was no question, no waiting for Courtney to comply - merely the desires and the irresistible attentions of Wonder Woman as she pulled her partner into the place that she desired her.

And Courtney didn't mind a bit...mostly. She missed it when her hand fell away from Diana's member, both of her palms falling back into her lap as Diana turned her slowly around while pulling her back into her embrace. With power and authority Diana ushered Courtney to lean back against her, to press her young shoulders against one powerful bicep, to nestle her back against a wall of glorious, powerful breasts, to ease her backside between the warrior's thighs in a way that trapped that trembling, thick member between their bodies. The entire time, Diana continued to kiss her, never moving Courtney so far that they risked breaking that moment of desire and delight. Though her lips stayed chaste on the teenager's own, there was clearly a fire behind her actions - and as if barely restrained heat of the kiss wasn't enough to let Courtney know just how desperately she wanted her, the twitching that now squeezed straight against the girl's back in a foot's length of hard flesh certainly was.

Only once Courtney was nestled back against her, only once the girl was a helpless, prone pleasure within the warrior's grasp did Diana finally break the kiss. She did so only in the faintest of ways - her lips peeling barely an inch away from Courtney's own, remaining so close that she could study the girl's eyes in perfect clarity and that her own threads of jet black hair were still forming a shower-stuck curtain of hair between their faces. Their privacy in that moment was absolute, and yet...the fact that they were behind locked doors in a secure militarized station in space didn't make Courtney feel half as safe as the fact that half of Wonder Woman's mane was sticking against her own delicate, blushing cheeks. With their faces in close proximity and one of Diana's hands moving away from Courtney's young body to something else beyond, the hero whispered to her student with a voice of absolute adoration.

"We should clean you now, little Amazon," she cooed, just as she squeezed a bottle of body wash mere inches above Courtney's body, drawing a long, cold line against her from the center of her tiny chests all the way down to her belly. With a careless flick of her wrist Diana sent the bottle to the far corner of the shower, and eschewing any need for a sponge or loofah, pressed her strong, taut fingers against the coating of body wash, gliding her touch along the scandalously young figure of her precious protegee. "I swear to do so with the same level of...conviction that you tended to me."

Courtney, with cheeks a vibrant red and her belly never filled with more butterflies, practically squeaked from the back of her throat upon hearing Diana's words.

"...y-yes, please," she managed, for lack of anything better to say. Of all the things flaring within the blonde in that heated moment, she was helpless for what to do with her hands or what to allow cascade from her lips. She fully knew just what a trembling mess she must be in that moment - young, frightened, inexperienced, and held in the clutches of a woman that she could never truly hope to equal. As Diana's soap-covered fingers swirled across her belly and started to drift in between her tiny breasts, Courtney managed to give a shudder, only to suddenly feel the grip of Diana's other arm moving in a hard circle around her waist. With a firm but loving grasp the warrior pinned them taut against one another, and Courtney wasn't sure what left her speechless the most - the press of Diana's chest against her shoulders, the astonishingly strong arm locked around her belly, or the fact that Wonder Woman's length was still pressed flush against her. Twitching. Trembling. No doubt aching to know what the young folds of this succulent student felt like. Courtney was naive but not that naive as to not know where this was going, and after a few seconds of building her bravery managed to slip her arms outward, moving one hand to rest of Diana's forearm as the other drifted to get lost within the mess of luxurious black hair at the back of the warrior's head. "D...Diana, I'm...I'm so nervous, I've…n-never done th--"

"Shh, little Amazon," came the elegant whisper from the older woman, just as one soap-covered palm drifted across Courtney's chest. In a fluid motion she spread her palm over both of the girl's budding breasts, making Courtney gasp and press forward into the contact as she was left slathered in suds in the aftermath. Once she stopped writhing within the hero's grasp Wonder Woman allowed her thumb to stretch forward, playfully, almost innocently teasing the outer ring of one of Courtney's stiffening nipples. Every motion was precise, practiced, and perhaps most of all: calculated. "Would you trust your humble sister in arms to see you through this trial?"

Courtney didn't even need to think to find a response at the tip of her tongue. It poured forward naturally and fluidly, her tiny voice escaping with a tone of acutely conditioned affection.

"There's nothing I wouldn't trust you with, Diana," she promised, before hanging her fingers against the back of the warrior's neck and pleadingly, hopefully tugging at her. "May...may I have another kiss?"

"You may have anything you desire," Diana whispered, just as her palm once more closed over one of the teenager's tiny breasts. This time she grasped it with the sort of firm authority that was wholly unearned considering its size, but that didn't matter - that night was about ensuring that Courtney Whitmore felt like she was the equal of her mentor. Or at the very least, giving her the confidence to satisfy the tremendous appetite of a woman outclassing her in almost every way.

Diana Prince was expecting much from her little Amazon, both that night and beyond.

***

This time, the kiss was far from chaste. The tongue of Diana Prince swept forward in hungry fashion, parting the lips of the quivering young lady in prowling search of prey. Once she found it cowering within Courtney's mouth she was swift to assault it, pressing her tongue against the girl's own and fiercely wrestling it into an almost immediate submission. From the roof of her both to the floor, from the sides of her cheeks to what felt like the back of her throat, Courtney's mouth became the playground for the more experienced Amazon, and she offered that field up without any resistance or hesitation. Instead, the blonde simply laid there completely overwhelmed on so many, many fronts.

The kiss wasn't even the best of it. As wild as it was to think that she, little Courtney Whitmore, was kissing Diana Prince in the midst of a heated shower, it was even more scandalous to think that the hands of Wonder Woman were passing over her naked, trembling body coated in soap and the spray of hot water. The multi-headed shower continued to pour down against them while they shared the marble bench in the center, and while Courtney at one point felt keenly vulnerable under the spray from all those different directions, in that very moment she felt strangely...safe. Nervous, but protected. There in the shower, locked in a private position with a woman that she trusted so completely, nothing could possibly hurt her. The only risk at hand was that of her own potential to fail Diana's expectations, and she had already committed herself to not falling into that pit. Whatever Wonder Woman wanted, she could have. Whatever she desired was hers to take. Wherever her hands wanted to go...they were free to travel.

And it was an unspoken permission that Diana wasn't just aware of, but was exploiting to the fullest extent. While that one powerful arm remained locked around Courtney's waist, the other hand drifted across the girl's tender body, making the last few adjustments needed to properly show her apprentice attention. She scooped her fingers underneath both of Courtney's thin thighs, lifting her legs up until they were bent at the knees, her bare feet braced at the end of the bench and her thighs permitted to spread. She took great care in spreading suds and soap across everything she could reach - from those scuffed knees of a girl still learning the ropes to the surprisingly taut calves of an already-accomplished gymnast. Courtney's body paled in comparison to the might of Wonder Woman's own, and yet...it was still worthy of every bit of fond attention paid to it, every touch offered by the much older woman.

And Diana relished giving it. While her tongue continued to brawl against a submissive teenager's mouth, she accomplished much with that single hand. Lathering Courtney up and allowing the shower spray to blast her smooth and clean once more, her fingers were always in motion and always with the prime focus of making the young woman quiver. She let them cascade up and down her legs to the best of her reach, trace around the girl's belly button until she squirmed in ticklish glee, and quite naturally, spent an amount of time at Courtney's breasts that no boy her own age ever would've thought to exhaust. She was doting and careful - not only to make sure she didn't push the girl beyond her comfort too quickly, but to keep at the forefront Courtney's insecurities. No doubt that the girl was lamenting the size of her own developing chest while her shoulders were pinned against Diana's copious offering, and to help quell those nagging teenage worries Diana made sure to offer a few reassuring whispers. Heated, desperate-sounding breaths offered against weak lips, shared in the precious split-seconds between hungry moments of their kiss.

"...you're magnificent, little Amazon…"

"...your body is flawless, little Amazon…"

"...I desire you like no other, little Amazon…"

The words came every few minutes over what was a long shower filled with the worship of a young woman's body, ushered into a kiss that felt like it could never end. With every word the trust that Courtney had in Diana grew, so much so that something within the young woman started to...ignite. Whether it was Diana's plan for Courtney to push the next step or she was simply genuinely appreciating her student's figure made no difference at that point, for soon, Courtney was pressing her trembling hands against Diana's wrist and gently guiding that powerful hand down, down, down...moving it to settle between a pair of teenage thighs.

"...p...please…" she begged, the only word she could manage to muster in the heat shared between them. It was almost impossible for her to resist any longer, forced into action by the slow, teasing touch of the more experienced woman. Once she maneuvered Diana's hand to nestle between her thighs she gave a shiver at the immediate sensation of a clever thumb working across the tiny tuft of blonde hair resting above it, and with her lips brushing across Wonder Woman's with every last gasp, broke a new boundary between them with the desperate whimper of a teenager in heat. "Please...touch me?"

It was a sweet request offered up by a young woman not only eager to please the desires of her mentor, but to indulge in something that her family would absolutely not approve of. Her mother and stepfather would've been mortified to discover what Courtney was up to that evening, and yet she simply didn't care as Diana offered her a slowly growing, sweet smile and a tiny nod - right along with the contact of careful, mature fingers gliding across her sensitive young folds.

"As you wish, little Amazon," Diana cooed, just as her lips pressed to Courtney's once more. She resumed the kiss just as deep and passionately as before, but this time made it a point to tease Courtney's tongue into action rather than simply dominate it. She encouraged the girl to flick her inviting pink muscle back against the coaxing actions of her teacher, working to stoke within Courtney a burning desire that only poor, passion-based decisions could hope to quench. In the same moment her fingers finally drifted down to the forbidden folds of her young protegee, with two of them pressing flush against her slit to give it a long, slow pet from the base all the way up to her sensitive hood glistening in the shower's spray. As with everything Diana offered to Courtney that night, her motions were slow and patient - meticulous and careful, always riding the line beyond sinfully encouraging the girl's hormonal hunger and acting merely as the one responding to those impulses.

It was precise work...that had been well-practiced on other slender, eager, blonde, young heroes. And Diana had mastered it to an art.

Courtney practically melted against the contact offered up to her, sighing sweetly into that writhing kiss as she allowed her hands to drift away from Diana's wrist, confident and trusting that the older woman knew exactly what to do. While her arms hung limp at her sides Courtney was shameless in focusing on the pleasures creeping across her, of young petals shivering from the attention of Diana's digits, of her tongue working against a powerful force that delighted in wrestling against it. She savored Wonder Woman's taste, relished the feel of that powerful figure holding her so very, very close, drew in deep the hot, wet air that only partially seemed to be in such a state because of the shower surrounding them. From the smooth marble under her backside to the spray of heat and the sweet scent of lilac shampoo and body wash...Courtney was absolutely overtaken by a state of bliss.

Whether or not her mother and Pat would approve...this was as fine a first time as any young woman had ever enjoyed, and she knew as much even in the depths of her naive mind.

As the first of Diana's fingers breached her entrance, Courtney offered a sweet gasp - one that was still riding across her lips by the time the second finger squeezed within. Before long, Diana was coaxing her nectar with the gentle wiggling of a pair of thick and powerful digits, making it clear with every passing second that she was being purposefully tender with her. Her thumb left that patch of blonde hair to smooth sweetly over Courtney's hood, never pushing so far as to overwhelm her most sensitive spot, and always teasing just enough to encourage those teenage hips to buck up from the smooth surface they were sharing. All the while, Diana's other arm remained absolutely locked around Courtney's waist as it had been for so long already - as solid as the hardest iron and as flawlessly sculpted as the most magnificent statues in all of Themyscira, it held Courtney close not just protectively...but possessively. This little Amazon belonged to her.

And Courtney, even if she had a clear enough head to think of such matters, wouldn't have minded. She was melting more and more against Diana with every passing second, whimpering into a kiss burning with desire, squeezing her nethers around a pair of thick digits that were drawing bliss from her like juice from a freshly squeezed piece of supple fruit. Her toes curled as she slid her heels back and forth against the marble bench, her thighs were lined with sensitive goosebumps, and her little heart was racing - pounding not just with all the flaring emotions that game with a hopelessly romantic teen's first time, but from the more visceral, primal pleasures that were squeaking across her flesh more and more with every second.

And unfortunately...she could only savor that feeling for so many seconds before inexperience and eagerness betrayed her. Long before Courtney would have hoped, she felt a surging climax rushing through her unlike any that she'd ever experienced under her own guidance in her bedroom at home. Grinding against pillows and sneaking her hand below the waistband of her panties in the dead of night while her parents slept couldn't possibly compare to being tenderly fingered by Wonder Woman, and that much was evident with how swiftly she started to quiver and convulse. At a certain point Courtney broke the kiss between them with her brow bent inward and an almost apologetic look crossing her face, her hands rising up to hang against Diana's arm as she couldn't stop herself from bucking forward again and again, each time thrusting those digits deeper within her. A moan escaped from the back of her throat as she gazed at Diana with absolute fondness - that long, alluring noise melting into words half-strangled by the girl's quivering throat and overwhelmed senses.

"Ohhh, D...Diana, I…" she shook her head from side to side, nibbling her bottom lip and almost sobbing out her sweet, innocent voice. "I'm going to...it's so soon, I...I'm sorry I couldn't last longer for you, I--"

If there was one thing that had been true ever since Wonder Woman's hands first closed around Courtney's shoulders in a supportive touch so many months ago, it was that she was always there to ease her through her insecurities. Always there to guide her through moments where she thought she failed. And that moment, in the midst of Courtney's first climax brought by the hand of another was no different. The older woman's mouth pressed against the soaked, smooth shoulder of the fifteen year old as she bucked her fingers a little further inward, and she whispered against slippery flesh with a heated voice that cascaded down every inch of Courtney's slender chest.

"You are endlessly glorious, little Amazon~" she praised her, shamelessly and without any hesitation. "Bringing you joy is the most heroic deed I've done in months...your bliss is too precious to ever, ever apologize for…"

It was all Courtney - and likely many young women much like her - needed to hear in that raw, delicate moment. That her pleasure wasn't just permitted, but encouraged. That the joy creeping over her body that others would've called sinful was actually to be celebrated. That the more experienced hand bringing her into such a new, fresh world of pleasure was happy she could indulge. With those concerns abolished from her mind and with the offered freedom to ride this moment free of humiliation or self-conscious worries, Courtney's head rolled back to Diana's shoulder and she allowed herself to peak.

It was explosive. Primal. The single most mind-clouding moment of the young woman's life...even if it was only the first she'd experience that evening. Her voice echoed within the shower even though she couldn't remember unleashing it. Her flesh shivered underneath the spray of countless faucets even though she couldn't remember how she came to rest below them. Her nethers tightened around a pair of clever, hungry fingers, squeezing them for all they were worth...even though she couldn't recall a time that they weren't there. And when it all ended, when her climax subsided and her moans finally finished echoing against the walls of the shower, when her body was left sensitive and raw with the doting thumb of Wonder Woman petting her hood as those fingers smoothly and carefully pulled back, Courtney Whitmore opened her eyes to once more be assaulted by the presence of her mentor. Raven locks framing a flawless face, a powerful arm locked hungrily around her slender body. A powerful pair of breasts affording her a chance to recline in comfort despite her trial. And most noticeable of all - a throbbing, thick length that was wedged scandalously tight between the small of her back and Diana's belly. Twitching. Needy. Demanding.

No matter what Diana asked of Courtney in that moment, the teenager would obey without question. And Diana, seemingly, knew as much.

"Come," she whispered, and kissed Courtney's brow before moving to sweep the girl smoothly into her arms. "To my bed, little Amazon. I wish to make love to you, should you desire the same."

It was framed as if Courtney had a choice in the matter...but nothing could be further from the truth. Her answer was sculpted and conditioned, planned and prepared for, plotted from the very first second she saw Stargirl's outline against the window of the Watchtower the first day they met.

"Nothing would make me happier, Diana," Courtney whispered, breathlessly. "I'm yours."

***

The size of Diana's bed made Courtney feel like she might just fall deep into it and never be able to claw her way out, but then, that was true of so many sensations that night. Wonder Woman laid her naked, freshly-dried teen lover to the mattress with a kind smile and an affectionate caress along her belly with outstretched fingers, just enough to make Courtney shudder before the older woman turned to the nearby marble-inlaid nightstand. From there, Courtney rested atop silk sheets of a deep crimson, her head tilted as she watched Diana pull free a rustic-looking clay jar, swivelling open the top lid and casually dipping her fingers down into it.

"W...what's that?" Courtney couldn't help but ask, studying the magnificent figure that loomed at the edge of the bed before her. Diana was truly a goddess among mortals - every inch of her flawless and strong, from the raven black hair that seemed like it instantly dried into a sheer wave of silk, to the impressive muscles that lined her figure, to the throbbing length that still stuck straight out from her lap, promising Courtney of thrilling things to come. Upon hearing the question Diana simply smiled at her young charge, pulling up her fingers that had dipped into the jar to reveal that they were coated in a thick, glistening, clear nectar.

"A salve from Themyscira," she offered sweetly, just as she lowered her fingers to her member and slowly started to coat it. Courtney's eyes drifted straight down towards that pulsing tip, watching with fascination as a slippery, wet coating overtook it. From the head to the base Diana slowly coated herself, ensuring that every inch was slathered in the nectar. As it dripped to the blanket below via long, thick threads the soft voice of the older woman pressed further, offering her explanation as gently as possible. "You are tiny, little Amazon. Almost as tiny as you are precious. And I would not forgive myself if you came to any harm."

Courtney blinked, the realization hitting her as she gazed at the jar within Diana's hand and the member within the other. There was a part of her that wanted to be brave and whisper that she could handle the Amazon without it, but then...there was brave, and there was stupid. As she let her eyes trace up and down that enormous length, the sheer girth of it easily as long as her teenage forearm, Courtney simply envisioned taking it inside of her...and just as swiftly stretched out a hand for the jar.

"...maybe give me some of that, too?"

The laughter that filled the air from the older woman was one of genuine delight, without a trace of mockery in the sweet, jovial noise. Sure enough, she lowered the jar to allow Courtney to dip her fingers into it, holding it in place until the girl scooped some of it out and moved the offering down between her thighs. She was blushing fiercely as she pressed the clear nectar against her teenage folds, matting it against the tuft of blonde hair before working her fingers against those sensitive pink petals, doing her best to give herself a liberal glaze.

"It's...it's warm," Courtney whispered, giving a nervous swallow. It felt a little strange to actively hook her fingers inside of her slit underneath the gaze of Wonder Woman, yet every glance she took of that impressive unit was another reminder that she was taking this step for the right reason. Diana seemed inclined to agree, nodding to her partner as she set the jar back down on the nightstand.

"Typically, applying it to one another would be the intimate, sensual thing to do," she explained soothingly, just as she braced her knees on the bed and began to drift over to Courtney. It wasn't long before she was advancing on her apprentice with purpose and intent, slipping her hands underneath Courtney's backside and working to spread her thighs so she could kneel on the bed before her. As Courtney's fingers pulled free she obliged to Wonder Woman's gentle orders, spreading herself and watching with a nervous nibble on her lips as the much larger woman assumed a position and allowed that large, thick length to rest against her lap. She tried desperately not to think about the fact that sitting on her body it managed to reach her belly button - instead focusing on Diana's sweet words and endlessly kind, supportive expression. "And for a certainty, in the future that's how we will use it. But forgive me this time, little Amazon...I don't think I could bear it if I was forced to wait any longer for you."

Courtney swallowed, the moment more real to her than it had ever been. Resting flat on the bed with her head supported by a small mountain of pillows, she was studying the statuesque figure of the woman she admired the most in the world. Every line of every muscle on Diana's body found its way committed into Courtney's memory, just as the steady, slow dripping of nectar against her belly from that hungry length so thoroughly coated. Wonder Woman was doting. Supportive. Trustworthy. There was nothing this hero would ever do to hurt her...and Courtney felt nothing but love pouring from her lips as she moved to reach her hands upward, hooking them onto Diana's shoulders as she spread even further.

"...then wait no longer," she whispered, and drew in a deep, but excited sigh. Her eyes were blissfully soft as she admired Diana in that late night moment, offering herself up freely, with no thought in her mind other than to appease this goddess. "If I'm a little Amazon, then...then it's only fitting that you have me, Queen Diana."

The smile on Wonder Woman's face grew tremendously, and she slid her hips slowly back to begin the claiming of Courtney Whitmore.

It was slow, almost achingly so at first, and there were moments that Courtney's body was so tense that she was afraid she might crumble into pieces. The sheer size of Diana's member was deceptive when one merely looked at it, and a simple glance couldn't possibly illustrate just how girthy she felt when pressing against the tender, tight entrance of her vastly younger protegee. Courtney's toes curled and her fingers dug hard against Diana's muscled shoulders as she braced herself, her eyes shut tight and her teeth clenched as that glistening unit stretched her with a slow but inevitable pressure. With her nose scrunched up and a desperate squeak escaping from the back of her throat Courtney persisted, though her cheeks were burning red by the time a mere two inches had worked themselves inside. The salve from Themyscira helped to be sure - it soothed her, made the penetration as smooth as it possible could, but this was still a length that the most experienced of women would've struggled with...and Courtney was still so slender, tiny, and young.

But as with all things in the past few months, Diana was there to reassure her. She wasn't forced to carry the burden alone, and as the inches started to push deeper and Courtney found herself squeaking louder from the impact, Diana shushed her with a soft whisper that soon melted against the girl's throat in a hungry, warm kiss. Wonder Woman's nose drifted past the curly blonde locks of her student's hair as she let her mouth brush across Courtney's neck, offering kiss after thrilling kiss, and with her chest squeezing down to Courtney's own and her entire mighty figure trapping the girl below her, Diana whispered in a voice that maintained her endlessly supportive tone.

"You...are...perfection," she groaned against her teenage lover's flesh, and made it a point to offer a hungry sigh that perfectly informed Courtney of the pleasure she was offering her older partner. As the well-lubed length squeezed ahead another two inches and Courtney was forced to mute herself from crying out again, Diana found a way to silence her by scooping her arms underneath Courtney's trembling back, squishing her close to her figure as if she was shielding her from a hail of bullets. "So beautiful. So strong. So brave."

Courtney did her best to control her breathing, difficult though it was. And even though the first time taking Wonder Woman's member was difficult, even though it stretched her to the point of frightening discomfort and made her entire body twitch from the piercing penetration, it wasn't all ache that drifted through her. There was pleasure inside that was getting stronger the more and more she got used to the sensation - like a slowly building fire inside of her that Diana's whispers were only serving to stoke. The young woman clung to her queen's body as tightly as she could, and she even managed to slip her legs up and around Diana's waist, hooking her bare ankles behind the small of the mighty warrior's back. It was something that Courtney could only accomplish due to her gymnastic background, for rare was the woman her age that could manage to hold on to a behemoth like the hero above her.

"B...brave for...for you, my...my queen…" Courtney gasped, the courage offered up through her voice rivalled only by the obscene trust she had in Diana. She tried her best to kiss back at the older woman but could only barely nip at her forehead, with Diana keeping her face fully buried at Courtney's throat with more of those wild, hungry licks and kisses. "I'll...I'll get better at it, I...I promise…"

"I have no doubt, little Amazon," Diana whispered in gentle response, and just barely lifted her face once more. She allowed one of those powerful arms to slink behind the back of Courtney's head, where her hand closed within the girl's hair and cradled her suddenly close. The position was nearly reversed as she ushered Courtney to the spot where her throat and shoulder met, and there she held her in an almost impossible grasp while she pushed forward the last few inches until the base of her magnificently imposing length found a place to dock. "Almost there, my sweet hero, allllllmost…"

Courtney offered one last yelp as she was finally made to hilt Diana's member, her head spinning almost as fast as her heart was racing. She was stretched taut around a length scandalously large for her tender entrance and every part of her body tried to inform her of that fact, though the longer she struggled with it inside of her, the more that fire continued to burn. She whimpered, she whined, she even unleashed a tiny sob against Diana's throat...but the worst was over, and now her queen could truly claim her prize.

What followed was the slow lovemaking between apprentice and master, teacher and student, naive young treasure and the mature, covetous woman that had sought to acquire her from the moment she laid eyes on her beauty. Courtney was brave and heroic to hang on as she did, and Wonder Woman was considerate and kind to claim her in such a gentle fashion - the slow swaying of her hips back and forth, the whispers of fond affection that brushed against the edge of Courtney's ear when she needed the motivation, the indomitable hold against the blonde's body to keep her trapped against that well-muscled, protective form. Diana didn't dare claim her treasure hard and fast when the slow post-shower lovemaking was more than enough, enough to grip her length in an impossibly tight hold that couldn't help from constantly spasming in an inexperienced attempt to milk her to release.

And for as much as Courtney was overwhelmed, Diana relished every bit of it. From the glorious hold of the girl's nethers to the gasps and squeaks against her throat, from the way Courtney's fingers dug against her bulletproof skin to the abject, endless trust that this naive young girl put in her. Every part of the moment was magical to Diana Prince, and she shuddered in the sort of tawdry, rich delight that was difficult to find outside of Themyscira...save for the small collection of young women in the Justice League that once occupied the spot where Courtney now laid.

Courtney didn't hit her peak during their first time - strained as she was, nervous from head to toe, doing the best she could to simply endure. But she didn't mind, all things considered, because she knew that moment didn't exist for her...but for her queen. She held on tight and took every thrust and grind, every pinch and ache, doing her best to kiss against Diana's throat when she wasn't whimpering or squeaking from the impact. It was a trial indeed - one that would get easier in time, just as all heroic actions did. She couldn't fly on the Cosmic Staff with much ease her first time, so why would the length of a literal goddess be any different?

That night belonged to Diana, and it was when Diana hit her peak that she was finally permitted to rest. It rumbled from her like thunder, with the Amazon's groan building in the air until she couldn't bear it any longer. So tight was her beloved protegee, so tender and fragile was her lithe figure, that the warrior could simply hold herself without peaking for another split second. The only warning that Courtney had was the hurried whisper of the older woman against her throat, half-strangled from her own pleasured strain and sporting a weakness that Courtney had never heard in her before. That alone made the blonde satisfied - it would seem that if there was a weakness to Wonder Woman, it was her inviting, young slit.

"I...I can't let it...inside you…!" the Amazon hissed as she pulled herself back, just barely managing to free her member with a loud, wet pop that filled the air between them. Her moan turned into something akin to a roar as she let her head flail back, eyes shut tight as that magnificent length began to unleash yet another torrent. Much like the one during their shower, Courtney's poor, trim belly carried much of the brunt of it...but this time there was much, much more. Ropes of creamy white bliss escaped from the Amazon's twitching length as she plastered them both - the spunk splashing underneath her own powerful chest just as easily as it darted across Courtney's own budding bosom. Rope after rope she unleashed, and when Courtney dared to glance down between their bodies she was rewarded by several swift splashes of her older lover's cream that struck her face with a dominant authority.

While Diana roared Courtney simply gasped and groaned, painted as she was while her tender slit recovered from her past trial. The hot streaks of Queen Diana's release served as the fireworks to Courtney's loss of virginity celebration, and while the girl had tears in her eyes from the ache she had just endured, her smile couldn't have been any wider underneath the mask of white. She had done it. She had served Diana. She had given a kindness to this glorious woman that had done so much for her.

And when Wonder Woman finally finished, when her length was sticking straight out and dripping a constant supply of beads of cream against the teen's belly, it was Courtney Whitmore that was the first to speak.

"...my queen?" she asked, thoroughly painted under a blanket of Diana's seed, one eye forced to stay shut as a long, white thread ran from the edge of her hairline to the basin of her throat. Despite that, she held her arms out, hopefully inviting Diana to embrace her. "...did I please you?"

Diana Prince, sweat-licked and satisfied and gazing down at an obedient, glazed student that pleaded for approval, merely smiled and nodded. She allowed a single strong hand to drift down to caress Courtney's cheek, delicately brushing her cream away from the girl's closed eye before ushering it down - down to press against warm, pink lips that were all too happy to part and accept her flavor.

"You have always pleased me, little Amazon," Diana assured her, sweetly. "But tonight? Tonight you have fulfilled me. Your queen has never been more proud."

Courtney Whitmore beamed. Sore, exhausted, and coated in sweat. But never - in her entire life - more proud of herself. How lucky she was to have such a dutiful teacher.

End of Chapter Three.