Gal Gadot

 

Gal is at an event with her husband. "Woman Warriors throughout history", inspirations for the amazons. And who better to speak than Gal. Dracula approaches the couple, her beauty, the way her voice possesses an allure, every syllable like a moan. He asks her how she has found the history. He asks her if she would like to see more, his own abode has truly amazing artifacts.
As they make their way to the castle, Dracula, smiles in unseemly anticipation, greeting the pair. First he treats them to dinner, prepared with Gal's favorite foods. She has never tasted anything so delicious, the sounds she makes as she eats stirs Dracula's own hunger.
He then guides them to the artifacts. Strange, but the craftsmanship undeniable. Dracula then pulls out a tiara, obviously the inspiration for Wonder Woman's own. She places it on her head, as he speaks, her voice takes on a dreamlike quality that concerns Jaron. As her voice because my trancelike, Jaron takes the opportunity to say she sounds tired, they're both tired. Dracula then guides them to their room. Later, the mist pours in, caressing Gal, she murmurs. She rises, her eyes blanks, without looking she places the tiara on her head, following the voice summoning her.
She enters the room, Dracula leads her to the bed, undressing her, all but the tiara. His hands roam her olive skin, her athletic build, her four children barely putting a dent in her allure. Even accentuating it. She moans in her exotic voice, stirring Dracula's desire to uncontainable levels.
Jaron wakes, noticing the bed empty. He steps out. Calling after Gal. He then hears her. Moaning. Crying out in her native Hebrew. Words of pleasure. Of submission. He opens. He cannot believe it. His wife. The mother of his four children. The idol and inspiration of countless souls. Now, none of those things. The way she sounds. The way her hands rub her blood-soaked self. If people could see, they would take the Wonder Woman posters down from their children's walls, clutch the dolls from their hands. The icon of virue and empowerment now a creature of of submission and debased appetites. Jaron tries to get her attention, but she is now in a different world. Dracula's world.



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