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Captain Amazonia 3
🕑 Added 2025-05-16 17:00:05 +0000 UTCDiana held all his thoughts in that instant, as she held all of his cock.
The princess had gone wild as her climax tensed inside her belly. Her thighs flew up, going up and down past Steve’s sides. She arched her back and her head flailed from side to side, dark hair cascading across her grimacing face like black fire burning her up. Her cunt felt so hot that Steve imagined his cock was the hard wick within a melting, flaming candle.
Wetness possessed Diana’s sex even more fully than he did, pumped out by his rutting, needful erection and rushing down between the moons of her ass, soaking the shelf she was perched on.
Diana threw her head back and her throat worked as if she were drinking—or maybe howling at the moon with the same animal passion Steve felt.
He couldn’t help but join Diana in her culmination.
He drove in hard and deep, until the hottest depths of her pussy had to accept his cockhead. Then he erupted so suddenly that he felt like an overinflated tire having a blowout. His thick cream rushed into Diana’s core—feeling him coat her insides with his purest effort, Diana gave out even more energy. Hips grinding wildly as she forced herself further into climax, more pleasure flooding her. Steve was so desperate to empty himself that he drained away his entire load, one prolonged geyser that Diana kept going and going, until there was nothing left for his prick to do but soften.
Steve froze, incapable of any movement save for his heaving chest groping for air. Diana kept writhing, burning with the fuel of the last few drops Steve had deposited in her. When Steve could move again, he pulled himself free, and Diana moaned at the emptiness of her passage. His manhood flopped down along his thigh, still bearing the wetness that Diana had rewarded his efforts with.
“I, ah, don’t suppose I could get dressed now?”
Diana smiled. She collected her fallen panties and pulled them up her thighs, fitting them neatly around her hips before straightening out her skirt. “Peggy may not forgive me, but I’ll have something sent for you to wear. I’m sure you haven’t fully recovered your strength after your long ordeal. Sit down, rest. You can be up and about once your clothes have arrived.”
“Little hard to get used to lying around in the altogether.”
Diana giggled. “Somehow, I think you’ll get accustomed to it. Thank you for a lovely time. I’d say we should do it again, but I wouldn’t want to be presumptuous—not before Peggy’s caught up with you.”
“Lady, you can say anything you like. I’m half sure this is a dream.”
“And if it is, you wouldn’t mind missing your alarm?”
Steve didn’t agree out loud, but he didn’t disagree either.
“A lot’s changed since your time, Captain. As I’m sure you’re aware.”
Diana pointed to the exam table and Steve obligingly lay down. She passed a heat blanket to him, which he gratefully covered himself with before sprawling out. The long sigh told her he did need time for his weariness to run its course. Perhaps something to eat and drink…
“Can I get you anything? A sandwich? Beer?”
“I’m not sure I could keep anything down at the moment. Maybe some soup.”
Diana nodded. “You do have experience with revitalizing your body, don’t you?”
“It does feel a bit like I had to memorize the owner’s manual instead of just knowing how it all works. I used to have to plan out how far I could walk before I needed to sit down and catch my breath…”
“And suddenly, that’s a problem for you again.”
“Not much of one. I can feel my strength returning.” Steve smiled ruefully. “What we did… I think that’s about the only thing that can wear you out so much while also making you feel like a million bucks.”
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been worn out.”
Steve examined her. Yes—he could catch it in the way she held herself. Despite all the strain, she was not out of breath. In fact, she looked capable of running a marathon. If he were sizing her up for a fight, Steve would’ve taken a pause before engaging her… and not simply because she was a woman.
“You’re enhanced? A supersoldier?”
“Enhanced yes, a supersoldier—not in the way you mean. It’s a lengthy story and I don’t want to get bogged down in explanations that will cause more confusion than can be sorted out in a single sitting. Suffice to say I’m what you might call a demigod. Like Hercules or Achilles.”
“A Greek…” Steve paused, trying to reconcile the look of her with the thought of mythic heroes. She definitely fit the bill. “Well, I’ve heard weirder stories.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t hear of me, but I suppose I was mostly after your time, and attempting to keep a low profile. I know you were something of a propaganda coup for the Allies, but at the cost of being a lightning rod for HYDRA’s attentions. I tried to be more circumspect.”
Steve nodded—he had to think of how feminine that was. Peggy would’ve probably done the same thing in his place. He didn’t think he’d be suited for such subtlety; even if he himself did think the costume could be a little much.
But hell… he’d grown up too poor to begrudge clothes this well-fitting even if they were a little… showy.
“My people lived with less distractions than people did in your time. They had longer lives, more time to spend on improving their circumstances. After the war, when men were eager to avoid the ways that had taken them to such terrible suffering, I used my reputation and popularity to advocate for a more just world. Women were more appreciated. New technology lessened work and illness. Much has changed due to my homeland’s influence, as you've experienced for yourself. With sex separated from childbirth and disease, it has become a more social activity–much as listening to music is no longer the exclusive province of live musicians, thanks to the radio.”
“That's going to take some getting used to,” Steve couldn't help but opine, an eyebrow up.
“Less than you'd think. I'm certain you've wanted intercourse with more women than only the one you had romantic feelings for. Now you are allowed to express those feelings. It's like a man may have wished to fly, but couldn't until the airplane was invented.”
“That can't be the same thing. I'm not denying there was inequality, but the world of my day was agreed upon. You can't tell me women want to be propositioned as often as a man wants to proposition them.”
“Without undue shame attached to these normal human interactions, propositions are seen as the compliments they are. And without being shamed for their desires, men can be open and polite in expressing them, instead of being forced to crudity because there's no genteel way for them to be sexual.”
“Then if someone told you they wanted to have… relations with you, you wouldn't be offended?”
“What reason is there to be? I know I'm an attractive woman. Why would a man not want to have sex with me? It's only natural… if that's not too presumptuous of me. There is no accounting for taste, after all.” She smiled and geez, it was like the sun having its way on an overcast day. And he’d thought Peggy had a nice set of lips... “Would you like to have sex with me again, Captain? I realize you must be curious to experiment with what I've told you, but you feel it would be untoward to immediately take advantage of this opportunity. What you must understand, though, is that women are just as free to express their desires as men.”
“No offense, ma’am, but until I’m at a hundred percent, I’d like to save my energy for Peggy.” He cleared his throat. “Not that way… necessarily… it’s just that when her and I get together, she tends to have some Nazis she needs beaten up.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised,” Diana replied. “We’re not without problems even now. And even in this day and age, a good man is good to find.”
“I thought it was ‘a good man is hard to find’.”
Diana graced him with one last smile. “Actually, the last time I heard such an expression, it was referring to a ‘hard man’.”
“I don’t know if that’s how I’d describe myself.”
“Either way, we’re all very happy to have you back. You’ve earned a great deal of happiness. And I wouldn’t be surprised if Peggy were just the first of many who wished to help you find it.”
