Ever since Hippolyta t Orpheus, she never thought there would ever co a ti where another man would have a room in her heart.
Even when the news of Byron reached her, she didn’t set out to et him because she wanted him.
She just thought about her Orpheus, how he rescued her from the Underworld and how Penthesilea was the reason why she lost him, then said to herself, "I can’t allow Penthesilea to be happy! I must go and take that male from her. That way, she can also suffer like I suffered."
But then she t Byron and he was confident and naughty and a man of action and she forgot about Orpheus and instead found herself pinned under Byron’s body on the bed.
All these years she was in this cursed realm, she thought of Orpheus whenever extre lust threatened to take away her sanity.
Just imagining him on top of her, or just touching her, had always been enough to extinguish her lust.
But last night, only Byron was in her mind. Even during prayers, she couldn’t take his voice out of her mind.
She still felt his hot breath brushing against her skin, able to tell exactly where his fingers had touched when he took her virginity.
’O, Goddess! The way he was so gentle and so...’
Simply, she had enjoyed every second they spent together yesterday.
And now she was enjoying herself even more.
"Yes daddy!" she shouted in between the moans, unable to wrap her head around what she was feeling.
It felt like Byron’s dick had beco bigger than it was yesterday, filling her pussy as he thrust into her and leaving no room to breathe.
She suspected it had sothing to do with the position and she thought she could...
Just then, Byron doubled his speed, interrupting her thoughts.
"You wanted to pound you so hard, uh?" he asked, watching as his slimy spit fell into the valley between Hippolyta’s butt cheeks and slid down to settle into her donut hole.
Again, Byron fantasized about having anal sex with the Queen, but she had been only a virgin yesterday and...
No. Actually, all that was bullshit.
The real reason was...
He didn’t have ti to prepare her for such a kind of penetration, so when his gaze fell onto her virgin donut hole, the urge to spit into it overca him.
anwhile, Hippolyta felt sothing hot fall onto her skin, then sliding through her sacred valley, leaving nothing but a pleasant sensation behind.
She never thought her other hole was that sensitive. Wild fantasies started pouring into her mind.
’I wonder what it would feel like to have his huge dick up my ass,’ she thought, already picturing it.
She could feel Byron’s hands on her buttocks, his long fingers digging deep into her soft flesh and squeezing and pulling and pushing as if he wanted to tear her butt cheeks from each other.
This widened her donut hole and Byron’s spit seeped into it.
’O, Goddess! Why does it feel so good? The stories didn’t lie!’
That’s when another surprise hit her.
You see, after he spat into her donut hole and played with her soft butt like a baker kneading dough, Byron started rubbing his thumb into that hole, the new sensations eliciting a stream of moans from Hippolyta.
When she thought it couldn’t get any better, he pushed that finger inside slowly, gently trying to widen the passage.
It sent her mind into a frenzy!
"O, yes daddy! Fuck yes!"
She had never scread so loud in her life.
Before, only Strawberry and another priestess were able to hear the moans from the room because they were standing just outside the door, but now, even the girls down in the kitchen could hear.
"Shhh!" shouted Nym, the blue-haired who had kissed Byron back in the Central Castle.
"Do you hear that?" she asked, her finger still on her lips to show the girls that she wanted them to shut up.
"What are you talking about?" asked a blond girl.
Nym directly shouted at her.
"Can you just shut up and listen?"
The girls fell silent, stretching their ears and, BOOM, they all heard it.
"Soone’s moaning!"
"It’s the Queen!"
"Sex!"
"O, Goddess! I feel wet already!"
"I better get close!"
Every girl was saying whatever ca to mind when Nym stord out of the kitchen.
’Those greedy butches!’ she thought, running towards the sound. ’They’re having sex with him again, while they didn’t even allow us to touch him.’
With her speed, you would think she was going to kick the door, push Hippolyta away and claim Byron’s dick for herself.
And then you would be surprised after she reached the door and then placed her ear on it to listen instead of kicking it.
Just then, all the girls reached the door too. They had co running after her.
"What are you doing?" asked Strawberry, afraid of what Hippolyta would do to them if she caught them eavesdropping.
"You wouldn’t know anything about it, Priestess!" replied Nym.
If only she knew that Strawberry had already lost her virginity.
Strawberry’s lips twitched, but nothing ca out.
Nym had been 16 years old when Hera banished the Amazons. The only difference between her and Strawberry was that Nym had engaged in so many Breeze Rituals over the years.
She just knew how an orgasm felt. Nothing else.
That’s why Strawberry wanted so badly to tell her that she was no longer so innocent virgin who didn’t know anything about sex.
That not only she knew how an orgasm felt, but that it was Byron who did it with her, not so fingers from a dead person like Nym and other girls did during the Breeze Rituals.
However, she knew this would not do her any good so she restrained herself.
She just stepped aside as the girls piled on the door, eavesdropping.
She couldn’t bla them though. After her steamy encounter with Byron, now she knew why everybody wanted to be with him.
This showed her how she had been lucky to have him for herself and it washed away the sha she had felt, thinking she had broken her oath to Mother Calliope and sinned.
Back inside, Hippolyta rolled her eyes back as sensations attacked her body from every corner.
Byron’s finger was now moving in and out of her other hole, his dick still ravaging her pussy and...
"D-daddy, C-can... can you P-please put your dick into my ass?" she found herself asking, stamring.
"Isn’t my finger enough?" Byron asked.
Hippolyta flinched her head to the side to look him in the eyes, pleading, "Please daddy! I want your dick up my ass!"
The feeling of Byron’s dick filling her pussy as he thrust into her, combined with this pleasant sensation from his finger, were the very reason she was dying to have anal sex.
With Hippolyta pleading for his cock up her ass, Byron forgot all about his earlier worries and decided he was going to have anal sex with her.
The thought gave him new-found vigor, prompting him to take extre asures.
The Sensation Smoke.
It had been upgraded, right?
Since his thumb was already preparing Hippolyta for anal penetration, wouldn’t a tentacle made out of his purple mist do it better?
Of course it could.
If Hippolyta was able to see this magical smoke, she would have seen it wrap around Byron’s middle and index finger, forming sothing that resembled a huge purple dildo.
Then she would see him push it slowly into her anus and she would know that that was the source of all those extre, yet pleasant sensation that had suddenly attacked her body.
Apparently, Byron had found that after it upgraded, the Sensation Smoke was able to form into a solid soft thing of any shape he wanted.
’Did he already put it in?’ Hippolyta thought, confused because she could still feel his huge cock ravaging her pussy.
’If not his dick, then what’s in my ass? What’s happening?’
She wanted so badly to ask him, but she was too overwheld with pleasures to talk. Her tongue was out, moaning non stop as Byron double slamd into her.
Every thrust erased one of her mories with Orpheus from her mind, replacing it with a Byron one.
’O, Goddess! This is so good!’
Out of nowhere, she found herself twerking her ass, bouncing it forward and backwards in sync with Byron’s rhythm.
When Byron realized this, he just put his arms behind his back, hands clasped, then stayed still and enjoyed the feeling of Hippolyta bouncing her ass on his dick, his purple tentacle still up her ass.
He couldn’t wait to replace it with his dick.
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