"Kalia, you're insatiable!" Diana gasped as the tongue slipped between her lips.
Concealed from afar, Hippolyta watched the two lovers, deeply troubled. She loved both her daughters equally, even the one she had weaved out of manflesh, for Kalia was now as much of her blood as Diana was.
But there was no denying that beneath that beautiful, gentle exterior there remained the heart of a male, beating with vile lusts. There were few women on Themyscira who'd yet to feel the touch of her desire for conquest. Whether godlike amazonians or venerable seers steeped in the knowledge of the ancients, they all became like giddy schoolgirls in the clutches of the young Kalia.
There was a reason men were forbidden from setting foot here. It had sown strife where none had existed before on the paradisiacal island, awakening jealous passions. Though she didn't intend to, Kalia was turning Themyscira into her personal harem, one amazonian at a time.
And now even her sweet, innocent daughter, Diana, was in her sights!
"He has to be returned to the world of men," Hippolyta thought, her heart heavy. "They will know what to do with him."