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Melting the Ice - 2
🕑 Added 2025-03-29 22:30:42 +0000 UTC“It’s like living out one of those science fiction pulps. More than usual, I mean.”
Diana’s leg swung out with great speed. Steve ducked then leaped back out of her reach. He strafed sideways, keeping his opponent firmly in his gaze.
The Amazon bounced lightly on her feet as she circled the sparring mat, mirroring his motion. Her long black hair was tied back into a long ponytail, only a few loose strands sweeping across the flawless lines of her face.
“There’s been plenty of technological advances - so much of it in the last decade alone. I suppose it’s been easy for us to take it all for granted.” She replied. A faint smile played upon her lips, understanding.
“Like these new phones everyone has…” Steve kept on. “They can tell the time, take photos, make little motion pictures… they can check up on the damn stock market! And it’s all on this little thing you can fit in your coat pocket. No wires, no nothing, take it out of the house, anywhere you want, and it still works. It’s unbelievable.”
It really was staggering how much the world had changed while he was asleep. To the point where Steve’s amazement wasn’t entirely for show. Though he’d made an effort to not look like some wide-eyed rube in front of all the new capes - especially not Stark. Diana was a different story. After all they’d been through together, Steve could say anything to her.
The Princess nodded - amused by the awe in his voice. Then she darted forward.
Steve was ready for her. She threw punches this time, strikes to his face and body. Steve blocked and avoided - the serum hadn’t just given him strength, but agility as well. Not a single blow landed. Though Steve didn’t let himself get too big a head over it. This was a friendly spar… and more likely than not, Diana was holding back.
Why would she want to break her favorite soldier only a couple weeks out of the ice?
Her attacks were half-hearted and Steve was still on the backfoot. Most wouldn’t have blamed the man for being a little distracted. Back in the war, Wonder Woman had more than lived up to her name - and her star-spangled attire had only fueled her popularity with the fighting men. Steve had seen her take down jack-booted Hydra thugs in a battle dress that barely covered more than the average swimsuit. What she wore today was unlike anything else he’d seen her in.
It wasn’t just technology that moved forward. Women’s fashion had made advances as well. And Diana cut quite an appealing vision in her workout clothes.
Wonder Woman had set tongues wagging seventy years ago with those legs of hers. But there in the sparring room, they were covered. Dark sweatpants covered every inch of calf and thigh and hip. Somehow, the great swath of exposed belly was even more scandalous.
Firm muscle, lithe and lean, a faint sheen from the smallest, tiniest pebbling of sweat. Steve couldn’t help but admire, watching the shifting under that smooth, perfect skin. And there was so much skin to see, all bare until from waist to ribs - until his eyes reached her top.
A sports bra, she called it. Dark like her pants and snug around her chest - designed much like the golden eagle of her bustier, to keep the ample nature of her figure from bouncing around during battle. It did a decent enough job, though because it was made of fabric rather than metal, there was still some motion as Diana threw her kicks and punches.
Steve didn’t mind.
“It almost feels like magic, doesn’t it?” Diana said as Steve hopped back again. It took him a moment to realize she was responding to what he said earlier.
“It feels like I’m on a whole different planet.” Steve admitted, breathing deeply. “So much has changed.”
Diana, of course, didn’t look the slightest bit tired. She kept on mirroring his movements, circling the mat as he did. Her expression softened, turning thoughtful.
“And not always for the better.” She assumed what he meant to say. But Steve shook his head.
“Not really what I was getting at. Sometimes change is good. These last couple weeks, I did some catching up on what I missed. Couldn’t help but notice that people are trying to treat each other better.”
“We’ve made progress.” There was a glimmer in Diana’s eyes. “Still plenty of work to do.”
“Like I said. Trying.” Steve grinned. Diana matched it.
Another barrage of strikes. Steve blocked, feeling the Amazon’s strength against his own empowered muscles and bones. Solid hits, every one. A normal man might have folded right then. Even Captain America himself would eventually break under Wonder Woman’s fury.
Like I haven’t already…
Finally, the soldier threw some strikes of his own. Diana blocked and deflected them all with ease. It was more of a dance than a fight, really. A rhythm of muscle and reflex, a tune they’d both come to learn through hours and hours of familiarity.
“I noticed fashion changed a lot, too.” Steve huffed, making a sweep at Diana’s ankles. She leaped back with effortless grace - though Steve found his attention drawn to the way her sweatpants caught on the curve of her hips.
“Some styles are pretty out there.” Diana agreed.
“Pretty revealing, too.”
“Too much for your taste?”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
Diana slowed, relaxing her posture, easing out of her battle stance. More strands of dark hair had come loose from her ponytail - though the messiness only added to Diana’s appeal. The corner of her lips curled upwards, devious. The woman knew exactly how she looked to him.
The Amazon continued to circle the mat, though there was a new sort of tension in her body. Her focus was on him. Only him. Playfulness in the eyes. Hunger, too.
“Sweats and a sports bra are pretty basic for women these days. You should see how athletes on Themyscira dress.”
“You Amazons aren’t the modest sort, I take it?” Steve grinned.
Diana’s eyes glimmered again. It was a different sort of playfulness now. Naughtier.
“Us Amazons compete in the nude.” She told him.
Many, many appealing thoughts raced through his head then. Imagined visions of tall, leggy dames - Diana and dozens of women like her - bodies bare as they ran down a sunny beach, kicking up sand and splashing through the shore. Breasts bouncing, hips swaying, muscles and curves rippling in tandem.
Steve’s blood frothed, heating up in his veins. The warmth spread through his chest, burrowing down into his loins, stirring his cock awake.
“Now that’d be something to see…” Steve mused aloud.
“You can see it now if you’d like.” Her voice was low, almost a pur.
Weeks out of the ice had thawed Steve good. All those years asleep left him with so much unspent energy. He was as randy as a man could be. And Diana noticed.
Before Steve could even think of a reply, Diana was already liberating her body, easing her sweatpants down, down, down her legs. Smooth skin, smooth as butter, lightly tanned and soft as sin - wrapped so splendidly taut over firm, thickened thighs and lush calves. No panties underneath. Either that or she’d slid them off along with the sweats. Diana pushed the fabric down to her ankles and kicked the garment away. Next went the bra, tugged upwards in quick, practiced motion. Great swells of soft flesh dropped free. They were teardrop breasts, perfectly rounded. Not weightless, no - the heft only added to their appeal. These were real breasts, big and ample and mouthwatering. Just like every other inch of Diana.
Wonder Woman stood naked before him. And she was perfect.
For a moment, Steve forgot his tongue could be used for talking.
“Oh…” He shook some sense into himself. He met Diana’s eyes - his cock stirring even more at the devious amusement that glimmered there. “Not that I don’t like what I see, but… here?”
Stark had been quite ardent in his claims that no cameras were set up inside the Avengers Mansion. Exterior security only. But still… Steve had to wonder.
Diana, on the other hand, clearly didn’t share his reservations.
“Why not here? This is a sparring room. You don’t want to test your endurance against mine?” She strode forward with intent. Her naked body was artwork in motion, each step forward sending the faintest ripples through powerful thighs, sending solid muscle shifting under that flat tummy. She reached back, tugging her hair free of its ponytail. Lustrous locks tumbled down her shoulders, tresses bouncing as she moved upon him.
She was close. So close he could feel her breath on his face, the heat radiating off of her body. Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, around the back of his neck. Her touch was warm and very welcome.
There was no point in fighting. With those eyes, that smile, and all that naked flesh pressed up into him like that… not even Captain America’s shield could stand against Wonder Woman’s wiles.
“Seventy years on… still so competitive.” Steve muttered.
“That’s what makes it fun.”
Diana wasted no time. She caught his lips in a deep kiss, grabbing at his body and pulling him close, all the while tugging at his gym clothes. Steve was no idle john - he was a soldier. With a woman like Diana in his arms, he had to be an active player. It was in his blood - the very same that was boiling in his veins.
As Diana’s lips moved ravenously upon his, Steve gave back with equal fervor. The Amazon was moaning by the time she took them to the floor.
The two heroes were naked, bodies entangled right there on the sparring mat. Their blood was up - the heat of Diana’s body, the softness of her skin against his own making Steve’s heart pound, pound until even his ears were ringing. His whole body was on fire but Diana burned even hotter. Consuming him.
They kissed, they groped, devoured each other. Hands roamed over naked flanks, fingers raked through messy hair, and tongues danced together in a duel of control. Diana had the edge as she always did, but Steve was never one to back down from a fight. And his best soldier was rock solid, ready to jump into the fray.
His swollen prick slid between Diana’s thighs, aching at the softness of her skin, eager for the furnace that was her sex. She nibbled on his lower lip, letting out a lurid little laugh as she reached down and took him hand. One pump, two pumps, stroking faster now. Quickly, she had Steve groaning, bucking into her gripping fingers.
She put him flat on his back, drawing up just enough for Steve to get a look at her face. A predatory smile, wicked delight swirling in those burning blue eyes. She gave his cock a few more languid strokes. Then she moved to straddle him.
Diana had Steve pinned. She looked straight down into his eyes as she slid herself against his hardened shaft, sighing as she did. She was so warm, so slick, so soft. His cock jerked, swelling even more from the teasing. Steve groaned deeply - his body demanded a taste of Diana.
He got his wish. Diana sank down onto him. In a single swift motion, she had Steve buried to the hilt in heaven. But even as he groaned, writhing on his back, the Amazon didn’t give him a moment to rest. Her craving was greater than his.
She moved, lifting her hips and sinking them back down. If the inside of her sex was heaven, the stroking of her cunt was the grace of the lord himself. Soaking heat bathing every inch of his cock. Up and down, gliding all over him, all the way down to his churning balls. Every lurch and pitch of Diana’s body was faster than the one before. Before long she was fucking him.
“Don’t move. Just lie there.” Diana instructed, her words broken up by heavy panting. “Yes. Just like that. Just… Gods! I’ve missed this!”
She had one hand planted on his chest to keep her steady as she bounced in his lap. The way her hair bounced, the way her breasts shook ever so slightly… Steve could only look up in wonder. But her words rang through his head.
“Don’t tell me… you had a dry spell all this time…” He managed to speak, grunting as Diana sank her cunt over him again. Her body gripped him splendidly, quivering just so around him. Almost enough to make him forget his train of thought. “Seventy years? For a woman like you?”
Diana let out a breathless laugh, letting her buttocks settle on his thighs. She started to rock her hips slowly, biting her lip as she drew his cock through her insides. Pleasure for her, ecstasy for Steve.
“No dry spell. Just no men.” Her little smile turned wicked then. “Plenty of women, though.”
Again, Steve’s mind raced with many, many pleasant thoughts. His cock responded in its own way, coming alive in the tightness of Diana’s womanhood. The Amazon hummed, rocking her hips harder in turn. As if that was the response she was hoping for.
“Oh.” Steve croaked. “That’s…”
Diana leaned down, draping herself over his chest. Her breasts were squished between them, hardened nipples dragging over his skin. And she was smirking, delighting in the boyish wonder on his face.
“What?” She asked with mock innocence.
“I’m… happy for you, Diana.”
It wasn’t a lie. Not really. Though “happy” might have been the most basic term.
The idea of Diana sleeping with another woman, a woman as lovely and beautiful as she was, touching her, kissing her… Steve imagined a clearer scene then, Diana acting with this woman the way she was acting now. Ravenous. Intense. He could see his beloved Amazon making a fist in this woman’s hair, making her gasp as she mashed her lips down onto hers. Devouring her moans as her tongue dominated her lover’s mouth.
Steve’s cock surged again, harder than ever. The shaft jerked, twitching madly inside Diana’s folds. Enough to make the woman’s breath hitch. She rolled her hips, humming sweetly.
“Interesting.” Diana looked down at him with lidded eyes, a knowing look falling over her elegant features. “Something to talk about later. For now, though…”
“I’m all yours, princess.”
“Yes. You’re all mine.” She let out a pleased hum. Slowly, slowly, she rocked her hips, stirring up more delicious heat in his gut. “Captain America, flat on his back. What will the troops think?”
“Lucky son of a gun?”
Diana drew back up so that she was sitting on his lap. She let her hands settle on his flat stomach, her lips pursed in thought.
“Hm. I suppose you are.”
A twitch at the corner of her mouth marked the return of her devious smile. Using her hands to keep steady, the Amazons put her body back to work, riding Steve with renewed vigor. Every stroke was white fire, sublime sensation over every inch of Steve’s cock. Diana was so wet, so tight that Steve wanted to howl. Even with his willpower, groans came pouring from his mouth, deep and ragged. He hardly sounded human.
Diana, from her tone of voice, was highly pleased.
Good form so far. Solid and sturdy. But what about spirit?” The Amazon drew her hand up to Steve’s chest, exploring. Her words took on a new edge then. Challenging. “What happened to the man who took charge in battle?”
“Maybe I’m just biding my time. Waiting for the perfect moment.” Steve’s voice was strained but not weak. His Amazon hadn’t broken him yet.
Diana’s lit up with amusement. Affection, too. She leaned forward again, laying her body atop Steve’s. Bringing her lips up to his. A soft kiss, followed by another.
“And what’s that?” She asked in a low, honeyed voice.
“This one.”
A burst of strength and spirit had Steve’s arms coiling tightly around Diana’s waist, allowing him to push off the mat, remaining sheathed inside her as he lifted them both. Diana was laughing as he put her on her back, rich and joyous and so full of girlish excitement. Especially as he growled into the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking at her throat. It was all play of course. She loved to get him wound up in bed - or on the sparring mat, as they were.
“Ha! There’s the warrior I missed!” Diana moaned into his ear.
“Yeah. Right here.” He trailed his kisses up to her chin, her cheek, finally capturing her lips for himself. His voice was a low rasp. “This time I’m not going anywhere.”
She hummed sweetly into his mouth as he kissed her again. Her body responded in kind - he could feel the eagerness thrumming just beneath her warm, smooth skin. And her sex, so hot and tight, squeezed around him. Even more perfect than heaven.
“Sounds… like a promise, Captain Rogers…” Diana drew her legs up, locking them around his waist. Her fingers raked through his hair. She held him close. “I’m going to hold you to it.”
“That’s the idea. Just like we said… I’m all yours.”
Steve drove his hips forward, sinking himself to the root. Diana went tense, breathing in - but her cunt welcomed the extra length of his cock eagerly. So drenched and warm down there, his manhood may well have been drowning. And if that wasn’t enough, Diana’s body would squeeze the very life out of him. Steve craved more.
His heart was burning, his blood boiling. Every inch of his body howling for more of the perfect woman beneath him. He drove his hips forth, fucking into her with steady power. Each thrust brought forth moaning, sweet sounds that drove him to go faster, harder.
Soon the sparring room was filled with those wonderful cries. Shrieks, grunts, and the slapping of flesh upon flesh. It was the song of pleasure.
Steve would take it over Reveille any day.
