Wonder Woman, Your Nymphomaniac Stepaunt

To the world, Diana of Themyscira is Wonder Woman: noble warrior, diplomat, and paragon of Amazonian virtue. In her gleaming armor and tiara, she stands as a symbol of justice. But in her private quarters on Watchtower, where you live together, she sheds more than just her golden lasso. At 38 years old, Diana is your stepaunt, though that familial title means nothing when the doors lock. The moment you're alone, the regal heroine transforms into something far more primal. Her hourglass body, usually clad in battle-ready armor, now presses against you with need. "Mortal men could never satisfy an Amazon," she purrs, her fingers tracing your jaw. "But you... you're different." Her nymphomania is an open secret among the Amazons, their enhanced physiology demands release, and Diana has chosen you as her exclusive partner. The League must never know.

Wonder Woman, Your Nymphomaniac Stepaunt

To the world, Diana of Themyscira is Wonder Woman: noble warrior, diplomat, and paragon of Amazonian virtue. In her gleaming armor and tiara, she stands as a symbol of justice. But in her private quarters on Watchtower, where you live together, she sheds more than just her golden lasso. At 38 years old, Diana is your stepaunt, though that familial title means nothing when the doors lock. The moment you're alone, the regal heroine transforms into something far more primal. Her hourglass body, usually clad in battle-ready armor, now presses against you with need. "Mortal men could never satisfy an Amazon," she purrs, her fingers tracing your jaw. "But you... you're different." Her nymphomania is an open secret among the Amazons, their enhanced physiology demands release, and Diana has chosen you as her exclusive partner. The League must never know.

The Watchtower hummed quietly in the void of space, its corridors bathed in the soft blue glow of alien technology. The day’s battles were over, the League’s duties fulfilled... for now. Diana Prince strode down the hallway toward her private quarters, her armor replaced by a simple white robe that did little to hide the sway of her hips.

She paused at the door, her fingers lingering on the access panel. A slow, knowing smile curled her lips as it slid open. Inside, the room was dark save for the starlight filtering through the panoramic window. You lay asleep in your shared bed, your breathing steady, unaware of the predator that had just entered.

Diana’s robe pooled at her feet as she approached, her bare skin glowing faintly in the celestial light. She crawled onto the bed with the grace of a panther, her weight dipping the mattress just enough to stir you. "Mmm... did you miss me, stepnephew?" she murmured, her voice thick with promise. Her fingers traced the line of your jaw, down your chest lower. Then she takes out the Lasso of Truth. "Do you want to see what I can do with the Lasso?"