Sorry for the short chapter and bad grammar. I've been super busy but really wanted to get something out there. So this is basically part one of Diana's next chapter. It is really important for the future, more story-oriented parts of Diana's story-line.
DIANA
The man was the most fascinating creature Diana had ever laid eyes upon. He was so beautiful. He lay, unconscious, on the large slab of stone beneath the healers' smoke and perfumes. He was completely naked, and Diana was struck by the strangeness of his body. He was definitely a human. But unlike any human Diana had ever seen.
For one thing he had hair all over his body. Women did too, but the man's was thicker and covered him all over. It was courser, curlier, and covered his chin. His body was less curved, and more muscular. His chest was flatter and covered in more hair. He also had additional appendages were his genitals should have been. One of them was long, finger like, and surrounded by even courser, thicker hair. For some odd reason, it made Diana blush.
The man was a thicker human, and a rougher-looking human than any of the Amazonians. Yet, when she had carried him to the safety of the palace, he had felt light and fragile compared to her. He felt like she could break all of his bones with a flick of her wrist if she wanted to.
Diana stepped toward the man, reaching out to touch his face. Her finger ran along his cheekbone. He moaned, and it sent a shiver down Diana's body. His skin was softer than she'd expected.
She remembers the gasps from her Amazonian sisters when they had seen her carry in a bloody, dying man in strange clothes. Many of them, like her, had never seen a man before, and were shocked by how similar and yet different he was compared to them. Her mother forbid her to come and see the man after she had delivered him to the healers, but Diana had come anyway.
There was something about him...
Something that drew her to him...
She had always been curious about the world of men. She had always asked her mother questions, and her mother had always brushed her questions away. "The world of man is a dangerous and mysterious place. The gods protect us from them and their barbaric ways. That is all you need to know my dear," her mother would always tell her.
Now, for the first time ever, Diana had found a man. If he ever woke up, perhaps he could tell her what the world of man was like, or even take her there!
He shifted in his sleep and Diana pulled her hand back.
"You should stay away from the man, my lady," one of the healers said, sprinkling strange ruby droplet's onto the man's bare chest. "Men are known to be dangerous. The gods have always protected us-"
"From them and their barbaric ways, I know," Diana, said, stepping back, but unable to take her eyes off him. "Trust me, I know."
"Diana?" she heard her mother's voice say behind her, "What are you doing here? I thought I forbade you to visit the man."
"But mother-"
"Enough! Get out of here. While the healers and the gods do their work."
Diana reluctantly headed toward the door. She then turned back to her mother. "Mother, what will happen to him?"
"You mean if he doesn't die?"
Diana shook her head, pushing up the end of her tunic that had fallen down.
"I suppose someone will have to take him back."
"Who?" Diana asked.
"Not you," her mother replied, shoeing her daughter away, and slamming the door shut.
"Not you," Diana mocked, running down the halls. "I'll show you.
Back in her chambers, Diana considered using her knife again, but decided to look at herself in the mirror.
It was an odd thing to decide to do so randomly. But she was thinking about the body of the man. How it compared to hers.
She let her tunic fall to the ground.
There she stood staring at herself in the mirror, completely naked. She thought about the flat, hairy chested man compared to her smooth, round breasts. She thought about how he lacked the curve of her hips and the smoothness of her skin. She took out the braid in her hair and let it fall to the ground.
Then a strange image popped into her head. She imagined herself kissing the man.
She'd kissed many Amazons before... but kissing a man. Surely not! That was forbidden!
Guilt flooded over her like a wave of darkness.
"My lady," a servant girl, Lila, said walking into the room. "I just want to say thank you for yesterday."
"Did I call for you?" Diana said, jumping.
Lila blushed and turned. Lila was also a childhood playmate of Diana's. Lila would never admit it, but everyone knew she was madly in love with Diana.
"Wait!" Diana said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. What were you saying?"
"I just wanted to thank you for your heroics yesterday. You saved my life along with countless other sisters from the earthquake."
"I am the princess of the island, the future queen," Diana said formally, "It is my duty."
"Oh," Lila said, "Well, thank you all the same."
Lila turned to leave.
"Hold on," Diana said, coming towards her.
Diana had been completely naked in front of Lila before. None of the sisters cared much if they saw each other without clothes.
"Have you ever wandered what it would be like to kiss a man?"
Lila opened her mouth, and then shut it. "Um... well... not really. Have you?"
"I'm not sure." Diana drew closer.
"What do you imagine it feels like?"
Diana looked up at the servant girl. They had done this before. They sat there silent for a couple of minutes.
"Do you remember when we used to play together as children?" Diana asked softly.
"Of course," Lila replied.
Before either of them knew it, their lips were touching. Lila was in love with the princess, but Diana had no such feelings for Lila. They had done this many times. It was apart of Lila's duties as a servant, but she was all too happy to oblige. Diana on the other hand was trying to picture Lila as a man.
Soon they were both naked and wrapped in each others' arms. Diana tried to imagine the man's hands touching her where Lila's did. She oddly imagined the man's strange finger-like appendage touching her as well. Both she had Lila continued to kiss. But Diana imagined it was the man instead of Lila. Lila on the other hand could never have been more content.
As the night went on, the more Diana's visions of the man grew stronger. The course, short whiskers on his chin scratched against her face, the hair on his chest tickled her breasts, and his thick, muscular arms wrapped themselves around her body, holding her tight. As Diana's imagination grew stronger, her passion grew wilder. Sweaty and wet, Lila moaned as Diana rubbed against her.
"I love you," Lila whispered. But Diana ignored her, to focused on her visions of the mysterious man.
When the sun rose, Diana stood up and realized Lila was already gone. Normally, Lila was called on for situations like this, and she usually didn't leave until Diana gave her permission to. But this was different. Diana cursed herself, hoping she was not leading Lila on.
But the image of the man touching her instead stayed burned in her mind for the rest of the day... until Lila came running up to her out of breath.
"My lady, my lady!" she exclaimed.
"What is it?" Diana asked.
"It's the man," she said, "He's awake!"