Chapter 4 - Chapter 4

There was no doubt about it - Courtney would be sleeping well into the morning. A well-earned, restful sleep, naked underneath the covers in the most comfortable bed she'd ever know. The young blonde was looking truly content that night, her face just dimly lit by the distant light from the port in Wonder Woman's window of the station. The stars were gloriously clear in space, and it was just enough to give her entire room a smooth, blue hue as the Watchtower slowly made its vigil around the planet Earth. But that night, Diana Prince wasn't concerned with Earth or with space, or even with the countless dangers that were no doubt lurking in the dark places of the universe looking to hurt innocent people. That night, she was focused entirely on the young woman dozing in the bed before her...beautiful, slender, and innocent.

They had just finished making love a little more than an hour ago, and already Diana's length was throbbing in a demand for more. She had tried to quell it by squeezing that intense length between her thighs or pushing it down between the sheets, at one point even rolling over on her belly and hoping her weight would cause it to subside...but nothing was working. The presence of the naked teen beside her was a steady drip of arousal, and it blended with so many other things in the room that night to make Diana's passions flare. The scent of their past excitement was present with every breath, the memory of making Courtney tug at the sheets constantly at the forefront of her thoughts, and the steady, soft breathing escaping those pink parted lips...there was simply too much nearby for Diana Prince's member to behave. Too much stimulation. Too much desire. And so, in an effort to not disturb her sleeping young lover more than was necessary, the superhero had brought herself up to her knees on the mattress...and was presently fondling her length mere inches from Courtney's peaceful face.

Such a beautiful sight she was - head laying contently on the pillow and framed by long, curly golden hair. A blush on her cheeks that found its way there the second that Wonder Woman first penetrated her and still had yet to leave. She was laying on her side facing the spot where Wonder Woman was once laying flat, and now...now her lips were delicately braced mere inches from that bobbing tip as Diana stroked herself in long, languid swipes, so close that each of her tender, slumbering breaths tickled that sensitive head. Even in the midst of her slumber, Courtney was...intoxicating. So young and naive, so sweet and caring, so eager and willing to worship every inch of the Amazon's body that it would've been a sin to not allow it...she was the perfect little morsel to be claimed by the powerful warrior, and Diana simply couldn't claim she was satisfied by their earlier interaction.

Just a quick release, she told herself, bracing one hand to the wall as she continued stroking herself with the other. Her shoulders were hunched and her hair was hanging along the sides of her head to form a dark curtain in the soothing night, her breath escaping in tiny grunts as she continued to fondle herself. Those glorious inches had made Courtney squeal and scream just an hour or so ago, and now...now they ached to return inside of her. To feel that teenage grip around an impossibly large rod, to enjoy vibrations and quivers brought by the strain that they caused her tiny frame. She was still too delicate and inexperienced to be claimed twice by her Amazonian teacher that night, and with that thought in mind Diana loomed over her beloved new student...knowing that in the depths of her heart she was doing Courtney a kindness.

A kindness - by teasing her twitching tip against the sleeping girl's cheek, leaving a dew of precum. A kindness - by staring at her vulnerable, naked figure as she dozed blissfully unaware. A kindness - by holding her breath and staying as quiet as she could, intent on keeping Courtney within her deep, well-deserved sleep. Kindness came easy to her. Wonder Woman was a hero, after all.

And Courtney, as the Amazon found her mind wandering around in the depths of that calm night, was hardly the first young apprentice that she had taken under her wing.

***

Wildcat would never know what his sixteen-year-old student found herself doing that night. With her shoulders hunched and her fingers clutching the gym mat with a furious grasp, Dinah Lance went cross-eyed as she struggled to take every inch sliding within her. It was in the training area late one night that she found herself underneath the attention of Wonder Woman, just like she had for the past few months - engaging in yet another one of the Amazon's personal training sessions. Dinah wanted nothing more than to impress Wildcat with her prowess in the ring, and it was undeniable that once these private sessions with Diana began she was doing that more than ever. She spent her evenings sparring with her idol and showing him what a talented brawler she was growing into...and she spent her nights on her hands and knees, paying Wonder Woman for the kindness she had offered.

"You're so tight tonight," Diana whispered, braced behind Black Canary with hands on her hips and a smug, satisfied smile on her lips. While the Amazon was wearing nothing more than a bath robe opened at the front Dinah was still nearly fully dressed - her leather jacket gripping her body and one-piece spandex suit feeling tighter than ever, and fishnets leading down across flawless thighs into a pair of calf-high boots. The fishnets had suffered the worst fate that night, with a noticeable rip to make way for Diana, who had lodged her length inside the young blonde once she pulled the bottom of her spandex away. With her enormous length held within a fiercely tight grip, Diana stretched one of her hands forward to close it around Dinah's mouth - whispering at the edge of the girl's ear as she did so. "We can't have that scream of yours letting anyone know we're training, can we?"

Dinah Lance, with her eyes open wide as she gazed back at the looming presence of the older woman, merely shook her head as she panted against that firm palm. If there was any hand in the Watchtower she could scream against it was Diana's - and a good thing, too, since she hadn't yet managed to take the Amazon's length without unleashing her famous Canary Cry. It was one of the many, many things that she still required training on.

"I'm proud of how far you've come, little Amazon," the words dripped from Diana's lips just as they would in the future - heavy with manipulation and hunger, flooded with pride that came with a particular purpose. As she rolled her hips from side to side the warrior could feel Dinah's nethers squeezing her, grinding against her, doing their best to cope with the weight that was stretching her young entrance...and it was those words of confidence and support that gave her the strength to do so. Diana's hand moved down to comb her fingers through Canary's hair and she smoothly scooped a few of the blonde tresses to her face, drawing in a long, deep breath and savoring it much the same way she savored the trembling, wet grip around her member. Blondes were just so delicious to her. "So very proud. I look forward to more of our evening training sessions...we'll be continuing until you're a proper hero. You have my word."

Indeed, the sessions would continue for some time. For weeks, for months, perhaps even for a few short years...but never far beyond that. Before too long Black Canary wouldn't appeal to Diana Prince the same way she did now, quivering underneath the fit warrior's weight, struggling to handle a girthy member that stretched her folds as torn fishnet lined her legs. Black Canary was a young and impressionable darling to Wonder Woman now, but in the future? Well...there was always a new hero on the horizon looking to make a name for herself. A new young woman that would need to be taught just what it meant to be a member of the Justice League. Another little Amazon waiting to be taken under the wing of Diana Prince - who would gratefully, gleefully show her the ropes.

With a shudder of pleasure Wonder Woman started to buck forward harder and harder, rocking her hips back only to crash against Black Canary's backside, thrusting her length down to the very depths of that struggling entrance. Each time she did, she could feel Dinah's muffled cry pound against her hand - a yelp so strong that it would've shattered the bones of lesser women, but merely tickled against the bulletproof skin of Zeus' daughter. With her hand in place and the other moving to tighten within the locks of Black Canary's beautiful blonde hair, Diana truly started to claim her treasure - moving even swifter now, yanking herself back to the point that her bulging head was only merely claimed by Dinah's folds, just to sweep forward anew and pierce her even deeper. Black Canary wailed, gasped, groaned against Diana's hand around her mouth, her fingers going white-knuckled against the gym mat and her knees spreading as much as they would allow. Claimed by Wonder Woman in the dead of night there in the gym, everything felt particularly sharp to her senses - from the cold air surrounding them to the way her fishnets clung like a second skin against her thighs, to the heated, hungry breath that escaped above her from the goddess that was enjoying her treat.

Black Canary was little more than Wonder Woman's pet that night, just as she was most nights. Her pet...her apprentice...her little Amazon. The quivering nethers of the teenager soon started to tingle with a building pressure as the young woman was claimed to the point of release - something that she had been taught to enjoy and relish no matter how deeply she was taken. Her eyes closed and she rolled her hips back against the lap of the larger woman, the sonic yelps starting to soften against Diana's hand, only to be replaced by a series of wet, hungry whimpers. She was falling into a peak while the older woman had her fun, and as the leather-clad beauty started to convulse Wonder Woman smiled as broad as ever.

"Already giving in?" she cooed, and licked her lips with a growing, building hunger. "I suppose I can join you...provided you'll return to my bedchambers tonight to continue your training."

With just a few more pumps as Dinah started to climax, Wonder Woman soon joined her - lunging forward particularly deep. It was something she wouldn't caution doing under most circumstances, but that evening she was wearing a piece of protection taut around her member, the only other thing that joined her bathrobe in covering a single inch of that glorious Amazonian flesh. As Diana's climax overtook her she could feel the condom stretching from the tip, her cream pushing against the material and swarming around her sensitive head, bathing her in pleasure as she continued to enjoy that warm grip from her teenage lover. Soon her hand left Courtney's hair to slither down and brace at the sides of her shaft, holding the condom in place so there was no risk of it popping free. After all, it wouldn't do for Wonder Woman to seed one of her little Amazons - the scandal alone would be troublesome.

Before too long, she was pulling herself out of an exhausted Black Canary, her hand leaving the girl's mouth just as she yanked her hips back. The condom was attached to her member only for a few brief seconds afterwards, for Dinah Lance had been trained well, and part of said training was how to handle this particular moment. She was left vacant only for a few split seconds before she spun around and rested on her backside, moving her hands to Diana's wrapped length and marvelling at the heavy, sagging bag of white cream that now dangled from the tip. With caution and care she hooked her fingers at the sides while looking up at Diana, sweat-licked blonde locks sticking to her forehead and her teeth nibbling her bottom lip as she started to pull the condom free.

"Excellent work, little Amazon," Diana cooed, and gave a shiver as she felt her protection pop free of her member. "Now...enjoy your drink and clean me up. Our lesson continues shortly."

***

That was years ago, and still the memory was sharp in Wonder Woman's mind as she found herself quivering in a sudden, sharp climax. Courtney was still dozing peacefully before her with the Amazon's tip dangling just right before her pretty features, and Diana found her hips spasming as she thrust her member into her tightly closed fist. To her credit, she hadn't made much of a mess of the sleeping teenager - yet. Just a few notes of moisture across Courtney's cheeks, the proof of glancing blows from her tip when it brushed too close against her. But now...now that Wonder Woman's sack was churning with building desire and she could feel her girth twitching in her palm, she knew it had to go somewhere.

She swiftly pointed her length away from Courtney's face - angling away from the girl's lips and nose and instead ushering it to the dimple of her throat just where it met her chest. With a powerful peak rolling through her that forced the Amazon to bite her tongue to keep silent, she rumbled in release and her member began to unleash a torrent. Unlike the one she offered Black Canary so many years ago, this one wouldn't be gobbled down by a hungry apprentice looking to prove her worth...but it would still find the flesh of one. Hot, white streaks of Amazonian spunk splashed against Courtney's throat and chest, dancing over that cream-colored skin and spreading far more than one might expect. Tiny breasts were left peppered with streaks and the dimple of Courtney's throat was practically a pool of it, and yet as she was bathed in warmth the young woman continued to peacefully slumber. She was, after all - completely trusting of the older woman she had fallen asleep before.

Diana gasped in the aftermath, looking down at the mess she made without a trace of shame...and a smile drawing on her lips. Courtney laid there basking in the proof of the Amazon's pleasure, and rare was it that a mortal ever enjoyed such a delicious treat. Still, even as she knelt there with her nethers twitching and a dollop of cream drooling down the front of her length, Diana found herself twitching right back to life...and her eyes wandering further down. Down past cum-covered breasts and a slender belly. Down past narrow hips and a tiny patch of smooth, golden hair. She gazed at Courtney's nethers - likely sore from their past interaction, but ever-so tempting. Since Wonder Woman would never do anything to cause her apprentice harm, she once more opted for a private approach...starting to maneuver her way quietly around the bed again. Before long she loomed above Courtney, bracing herself almost awkwardly to hover over her. Her hand found a place at the hilt of her shaft and her eyes traced every inch of her beautiful young lover...and then came a slow, steady pumping once more. This time her tip dangled mere inches above Courtney's golden patch of hair just above her slit, and this time Diana found herself reminiscing again…

Courtney was delicate. Precious. Fragile. But it wasn't that long ago that one of Diana's little Amazons was much, much more...durable.

***

"Guh...guh...ghnnnn…!"

Some apprentices started out stronger than others, and there were none that Diana ever had as strong as Supergirl. Unlike Black Canary, whom Diana had released to the wild just a few months earlier, there was no need to train Kara to take her girth. There was no need to be concerned that she would do her harm, physical or emotional. As a Kryptonian, Supergirl was impossible to break even under the full weight of Wonder Woman's most intense passions, and the only true worry was her cousin finding out. That said...Diana wasn't particularly concerned. If there was one thing she had learned about Kara over the past few weeks, it was that the young alien was rather good at keeping her mouth where it belonged.

And that night, it belonged around Diana's length all the way to the hilt.

The two women were visiting Themyscira that night, a reward of sorts for Supergirl assisting her in foiling Ares' latest plot. In a lavish bedchamber that made Diana's spot on the Watchtower look like a studio apartment, the Amazon was braced on her knees in the center of a gigantic bed as she grasped a tight fistful of Kara's hair. Both women were still mostly dressed in their hero outfit - Diana in her blue and red breastplate and tights, and Kara in that scandalously short skirt that flowed into an homage to her cousin's attire. The only difference was that Kara's panties were already bunched around the heels of her bright red boots, and she was wearing considerably more spit across her face than she did out in the field.

"Keep at it, harder," Diana cooed, and to encourage Kara further bucked her hips against the girl's face. She was forcing Supergirl to throat her so hard and so quick that the blonde was drooling from the corners of her mouth, with long lines of spit dangling down to the mattress or falling against her hands where they gripped the tights. When she took the warrior's length down her throat so deep that it bulged, Diana rewarded her with a sharp spank on her backside underneath the skirt. When she wasn't giving it her all, the punishment was the warrior's hips pulling back and threatening to leave her lips. Needless to say, Kara was desperate to stay in the warrior's good graces no matter how rough it got.

At Diana's command to go harder, Kara found the strength within her to brace her hands at Wonder Woman's hips. She looked up at her with a blush on her face and a loyal look in her glazed eyes, lips drawn taut around the member keeping her mouth occupied. She was young and precious - as young as Black Canary before her and Stargirl after her - but she would always be remembered for just how rough she could be claimed. As if she knew her legacy depended on it, Supergirl began to force herself up and down on that throbbing Amazonian length anew - her head moving so hard and fast that it broke the boundaries of what a normal human could claim. Tongue flat to cradle that throbbing unit, throat bulging every time she planted her nose at Diana's lap, forcing Wonder Woman's hand from her hair simply by virtue of showing how much she could be trusted to serve. With her hands locked in place and her head moving back and forth at vigorously rapid speeds, there was no end to the pleasures she could provide the older woman.

Diana moaned gleefully, loudly, and shamelessly there in her home. She rocked her hips forward and groped at her own full bust through her uniform, shuddering as she felt Supergirl's mouth bounce up and down against her. It was fitting that she used this room back on Themyscira to reward her finest apprentice, for it was filled with memories of her own younger days. Days where she was the little Amazon, and there were so many, many warriors that were treated to the pleasures provided by Queen Hippolyta's daughter.

With a gleeful smile Diana soon took control away from Supergirl, threading her fingers into the blonde's hair and yanking her suddenly back. She said nothing as her member popped from the girl's lips with a loud, wet noise, and swiftly tossed her back to the bed with an unceremonious and fierce gesture. Without a word, she was upon her - her length still coated in Kryptonian saliva and her hands latching against Kara's ankles, lifting her legs up high and stretching her wide as she prepared to claim her treasure.

"Y-Yes, please! Please take me, Queen Diana!" Kara's words were as shameless as the Amazon's actions, and she offered the words of fealty without hesitation. On the Watchtower, it was just Diana. But here on Themyscira? The queen deserved her proper name. "I can't wait! Please! I'm so glad I made you proud this night!"

Wonder Woman smirked, lined her length up against another impossibly tight entrance on yet another apprentice, and threaded herself inside without hesitation or resistance. Much like Supergirl's mouth, there was no need to be gentle or kind. There was no need to take her time or worry about the other's well-being. There was just inviting, tight warmth to be enjoyed. The depraved entrance of a wanton young woman from across the galaxy, desperate to earn the approval of an older and more accomplished hero. When Diana first claimed her, she did so down to the hilt - and as Supergirl's cries carried through the air of all of Themyscira, the queen of the Amazons gave a glorious sigh of satisfaction.

Her lovemaking with the Kryptonian was wild, fervent, and endlessly passionate. She loomed high above her only to close the distance in a greedy kiss, squeezing the girl's breasts through her heroic clothing and inviting Kara to wrap her legs tight around her waist. She crashed against her again and again down to the hilt, only stopping when she could drive forward no further and riding the girl's yelps and cries of delight with a truly indulgent bliss. Diana's head was swimming in hunger as her tongue wrestled Kara's own and she found one of her hands up to fondle her fingers through her blonde locks - only to suddenly yank it knowing that the Kryptonian's durability would ensure not a single thread could be pulled free. They clashed together with the sort of tremendous impact that would've shattered any woman not of their spectacular powers, and Diana Prince knew that this woman - this hungry, housebroken, hopeful young woman - was perhaps her most perfect mate. Someone that could endure her power, someone that could match her ferocity, someone that she could unleash her cream within and not worry about seeding.

There was only one problem, as Diana knew in the back of her mind but actively chose to ignore as she started to pitch towards a climax. Supergirl would only get older...and Wonder Woman's hungers would remain the same.

Thankfully, new heroes were always on the rise. It was a fact that brought a smile to Diana's face even then, nearly as proud as the one that crossed her lips when she started to pump Superman's cousin full of a heavy load of Amazonian spunk.

***

Thoughts of Supergirl were pleasant, but they were distant now as Wonder Woman stroked herself to a second climax over a sleeping Stargirl. Her magnificent figure was braced with one hand against the wall and the other locked tight around her length, eyes utterly transfixed on the cream-coated young woman sleeping so happily underneath. Courtney's face was beautifully framed with her curly golden locks and her features were unmarred save for a few wet kisses of precum, though from the chin down she wore the sort of mess that one would expect coming from the lover of Wonder Woman. The hero's release glazed her from her throat to her tummy - smeared across both tiny breasts and framing around her belly button, and there was only more to come. As she slept soundly and sweetly Diana pounded herself harder and faster, from time to time even allowing the tip of her length to glide across the girl's soft pink folds or over that tiny patch of blonde hair.

Sweat was riding across Diana's muscles by the time her peak arrived, and when it did it struck the hero like a shot of lightning. She suddenly spasmed and was forced to swallow the impulse to cry out, so overtaken with pleasure in the heat of the moment. Her muscles went taut and her eyes locked against Courtney's flawless figure as she released, the first of what would be many squirts splattering against the tiny patch of hair just above the girl's young nethers. It instantly matted against her just before another burst fired and a third after it - the latter two striking Courtney's folds to glaze over her sensitive region or coat entirely over her hood. It was a heavy payload that Diana unleashed that night, and the longer she stroked herself the more it continued to rush. Streak after streak she offered to Courtney, plastering the girl's milky white thighs and coating her pink nethers, leaving little more than streaks of white across tender, sensitive flesh. By the time Diana was done her shoulders were heaving and her head was hanging low, framed again by that curtain of dark hair as she struggled to catch her breath while dabbing herself off the last few strokes.

She wiggled her member back and forth, finally content that she was nearly satisfied for the evening. To finish up she lightly rubbed her glistening tip across Courtney's belly, and when she did so the young woman finally made a motion underneath her - a gentle gasp and a rise to her chest, a clear sign that she was bound to wake.

Diana's eyes went open wide before she soon closed herself down over Courtney, using the girl's slumbering mind to her advantage with a bit of quick thinking. She lowered her naked form atop Courtney's own and then swiftly rolled around onto her back, snaking the blanket up above them both and holding Courtney close against her chest. By the time the young woman was truly waking - truly coming to any semblance of her senses - she would've found herself laying atop Diana with the Amazon's arm around her waist, seemingly completely asleep. Diana's eyes were closed and her head was tilted to the side, pretending to slumber even as Courtney made tiny motions within her grasp.

""...mmf...nng…" soft noises escaped the waking teen, and when they did Diana finally allowed her eyes to open. Leaning into her own fake slumber, she gazed at Courtney's confused features with a half-lidded look, and threaded her fingers up to brush across the girl's cheek in fond, affectionate delight.

"...little Amazon, what stirs you?" she spoke, gently dotingly. The cream trapped between their naked bodies was copious - so much so that any aware lover would've realized just what had transpired. Still, Courtney was young and naive...and ever-so-trusting of the older woman. So even though she was coated in the warrior's spunk from her collarbone to her calves, even though Diana's member was pressed taut between their bodies and giving a few tiny twitches, she still looked at the Amazon with a quiet yawn rising from her throat.

"...feel...sticky," she smacked her lips together, wiggling back and forth. She didn't seem in any particular mind to move, and Wonder Woman encouraged that impulse to stay in place. She tightened her arm around Courtney's waist and held her preciously close, affording the girl a sweet kiss to her forehead as she did so.

"We only made love just a bit ago," she assured her, squeezing her all the closer. Anything to prevent her from leaning back and letting her eyes adjust to the darkness, only to see that she was the victim of a slumbering bath in her teacher's cream. "It's a sweaty affair, little Amazon. But not an unpleasant feeling, is it?"

Courtney, her smile sleepy and her head still hazy, simply looked up at Diana with a trusting, glowing look before nestling in.

"...feels nice," she finally confided, fitting her head just underneath Diana's chin and gleefully resting her cum-laced chest across the warrior's impressive bust. She curled up as much as she could with the blanket braced around her shoulders and Diana's impressive figure serving as her mattress, knowing that while within her grasp no harm could possibly befall her. Her voice was dreamy, loving, by the time she whispered again, a split second after she smacked her lips together in sleepy contemplation. "...g'night, Diana...I can't wait 'til morning…"

"Nor can I, little Amazon," Diana Prince whispered, and pressed a sweet, sacred kiss to the forehead of her young lover. Her eyes closed not long after and she laid flat below the girl - satisfied for now, and hoping that her member would behave until the early morning came. Courtney was tiny, delicate, and fragile...she was neither as scrappy as Dinah or as durable as Kara...and yet, Wonder Woman was coming to cherish her. She was, after all, everything that the Amazon truly sought in a lover. Heroic, young, and blonde.

Courtney didn't need to be strong...so long as she trusted her mentor completely.

End of Chapter Four.