The blinking stars echoed the nocturnal city light, making the night skyline dazzling.

Strolling in her roof-top garden and inhaling the skyline view, Diana suddenly felt a little chilly in the night breeze. The princess of Amazons wished there could be a man who could gently wrap a coat around her shoulders, but she just realized a heartbreaking truth -- that strong masculine figure has been missing in her long life.

There was not a man in her childhood who held her in his arms and said “I love you”. Not a man who spun her around by his arms until she was dizzy. Not a man to build her a treehouse or dance with her. The one who trained her to become a warrior was a woman… She remembered Steve. Yet, the love with Steve was such a distant memory that reminded her humans are mere mortals.

Santa was busy delivering presents. From chimney to chimney, he deftly jumped on and off his flying sleigh, fulfilling every child’s Christmas wish list.

(Watching from afar, Diana was amazed by such a tall and chubby old man could be this agile!)

Ho, ho, ho, you know how much Santa Claus loves kids, but he never had one of his own and Mrs. Claus only existed in the poem. In his dreams he heard the sound of his own children’s nimble feet, of their laughter and impromptu Christmas song lyrics. In his dreams, he was with his heirs in those gift-delivering adventures and lavish with them over breakfast, no doubt with a few beautiful details added on the fly.

Probably, Santa was so asleep in his dream that he didn’t foresee they were running towards Diana’s roof-top garden. When the flying reindeer saw the coming obstacle, he jolted up and successfully avoided the crush, but the sudden movement shook one bag of presents off the sleigh… “Oh, no, shoot! It might hit on people!” Santa was wide awake now but in deep panic...

In what seemed like a golden lighting, the falling cargo was caught and brought back to Santa’s sleigh. It was Wonder Woman. She used her lasso and saved the falling package.

“Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas, Wonder Woman! Thank you! Thank you so much for the magnificent save!” Santa bowed gently to Diana, flashed his brand smile, and greeted Diana with overflowing gratitude...

Merry Christmas, DPP!

I am seeking an adult female partner who can RP the rest story with me. It will be a very special night for both Diana and Santa...

Santa would give himself to Diana body and soul, with a subconscious goal of breeding her. And Diana gave herself to him just as fully, her need and longing every bit as great as his own. Their lovemaking was beautiful. Remember they have super powers! They could made love all night under the stars on his flying open sleigh, her roof-top garden, or at his North Pole residence. There would be a lot of cum. Imagine how much would be the juice that Santa had saved through all his years...

It could be a short-term RP of the night or it could spring into a long-term adventurous story of the Claus'.

Let me know your thoughts!