There had been virgins among Penthesilea’s girls. And Byron had fucked them, both yesterday and today.
However, when it was their turn, he was either in a hurry due to the pressure others put on him so they could take their turns, or so tired and in need of nothing else but to get on with it.
Now he had all the ti in the world.
He was going to take his ti to devour Hippolyta. To give her a mory she would never forget. This would be like killing two birds with one stone.
Because, not only was it going to be fun, it was also going to be a mont where he would steal Hippolyta’s heart so that she would think of nothing else but him. So that she would not hesitate to leave New Themiscyra alone if Byron said so.
That’s why his tongue, after spending an enormous amount of ti licking her nipples, his mouth sucking on them from ti to ti as his hands road all over her body to take off her clothes, Byron brought it downwards.
It lingered on her belly button for a while before it finally reached its intended destination. Her pussy.
Byron took a deep breath, satisfied. "Oh, you sll so good down here!"
"It’s lavender oil!" said Hippolyta, out of breath.
Byron gave her a big and loud kiss on her pussy and said, "It’s your fault that I’m going to bite it then. You made it sll delicious."
"You have my permission," said Hippolyta, still out of breath.
She had always known that love making was so good, but not at this level. How could just a touch make her feel so much pleasure? She wondered.
Was there sothing divine about males that gave them that ability? Ability to make her body go out of control? Ability to make her mind go crazy?
Maybe it was Byron who was unique. Orpheus never made her feel like that.
But then again, they had only kissed. Orpheus was respectful. He didn’t touch her. Perhaps if he touched her she would have felt the sa.
Either way, now was the mont she never thought would happen. After Hera’s curse, there was no hope for her to ever lose her virginity. Now it wasn’t just hope, it was happening.
She was going crazy!
Byron gently brushed his tongue on her clit, earning him a stifled moan from her.
"There’s no need to restrict yourself. You can moan as loud as you want," he said to her with a chuckle.
"I would never! They might hear!" she replied.
"You can restrict yourself as you want, but I assure you, it’s a fight you’re not going to win."
"What do you an?"
Byron licked her pussy hungrily as if to answer her question. Caught off-guard, a moan escaped from her lips, this ti not stifled.
Byron raised his gaze to look at her and smiled as he said, "Told you!"
Her blush deepened. "Stop teasing !" she said, biting her lower lip.
"Trust , you don’t want to stop!"
With this, Byron went back to work.
He licked her clit and licked and didn’t even stop when she started wriggling, overwheld with pleasure.
He retracted his hands from her boobs and used one of them to stroke her labia before he pushed his index finger inside.
"The hand you wanted to cut is at work," he said, slowly pushing the finger in and out. "How is it!"
"It’s so good... But I never said I wanted to cut off your hand."
"Let’s not get back to that debate. I wonder, how does it perform compared to the dead ones?"
"I... Never... Oh, god! I never used them. I just wanted Penthesilea to respect . Also, my girls seed to enjoy them. They’re for them."
She had exclaid oh god because Byron had increased the speed of his fingering. She scread when he made them two.
"Then how did you cope with the lust curse?"
"I... I... Oh yes! Oh, yes! Ah~"
The sensations attacking her body didn’t allow her to speak. She just lay, squirming as Byron did his thing.
After a few minutes, she trembled and writhed like a cut off tentacle, panting so hard in between the screams of pleasure.
Byron brought his face to hers, stuffed the two fingers he used to finger her into her mouth and said, "That’s your first orgasm. How does it taste?"
There was a mischievous smirk on his face.
"It tastes..." she paused, as if looking for the perfect word. "It tastes like it’s not over."
Byron burst into laughter. "Of course it ain’t over," he said as he took off his clothes. "That was just a warm up!"
She smiled, indicating she liked what she was hearing. Byron watched her quickly close her eyes when he took off his pants and set his dick free.
For her, it looked like a sword just out of its sheath, ready for battle. She felt like touching it, but the sheer size of it made her nervous.
She has never even put a finger into her fold, so how was that thing going to fit? The thought made her heart pound with both fear and excitent.
Byron towered over her, quiet, just observing her. The way her eyes were closed but moving inside their sockets made him smile. She looked cute that way.
He let out another chuckle, pulling her legs to the edge of the bed and spreading them.
He positioned the tip of his dick on the entrance into her sweet, pink cave, but he didn’t enter directly.
He instead grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his dick, saying, "There’s no need to be afraid of it."
"Who said I’m afraid?" she protested, shakily touching it.
’It’s so hard!’ she thought.
"Then why did you close your eyes?"
This question prompted her to imdiately open her eyes, so wide that she beca doe-eyed, suggesting that she was forcing it.
Byron rubbed the head of his cock onto her pussy, preparing to enter. She let out soft, cute moans. She was already wet from the last orgasm, so this ant that her pussy was slippery and it wasn’t hard for Byron’s dick to enter.
He had sothing he wanted to say though. "It’s gonna hurt at first."
Byron had heard this phrase so many tis and had fantasized telling it to soone. Now the day had co.
Hippolyta gave him a questioning look.
"Don’t worry!" he assured her. "Pleasures will follow. Tell when you’re ready!"
She bit her lower lip and nodded several tis. Byron took it for, ’I’m ready!’ and slowly penetrated her.
She scread, feeling the painful sensations, but nodded at him to continue as they turned into pleasures.
He pushed in and out in a slow rhythm, then faster and faster with every passing minute.
Byron’s body was hit by pleasures, too, and he could feel the heat spreading, urging him to pound her like he never did any other girl. After all, he was no longer the virgin he was yesterday.
His goal was not just to have sex.
Stretching, ravaging and enjoying her tight pussy were.
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