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"Kalia, we mustn't!" Diana gasped, as their lips parted. "You're my sister. What if mother found us?!"
"I know you feel it too," Kalia whispered, leaning forward eagerly. "It's like we're fated to be together."
The threads of love and destiny were tricky things. Decades ago, if Hippolyta had looked a little further along the weave of Kal El's life as she erased him from existence, she may have noticed the intersection of his strand and that of her true daughter, how they coiled around each other so intimately.
Even if she had, she would have been hard pressed to unpick those entwined lovers.
And as 'Kalia' grew into strange male-like lusts and powers of her own, bedding woman after woman, there was only one on the island strong enough to truly satisfy her.