The feeling of Queen Otrera’s soft lons pressing against Byron’s body sent his mind haywire.
He couldn’t describe what he exactly felt, but one thing was for sure. He wanted to touch them.
Another thing was for sure. He was afraid of how she would react.
You heard that right. For the first ti in this realm, Byron was afraid of how a girl would react to his advances.
Yes! You could argue that he saw Queen Otrera as divine and all that crap hence the respect he gave her, but why?
He was the only male in that realm. She was ancient and so many other things, but on top of all that, she was a woman. She wanted him.
After all, just like any other Amazon, her lust rose to a hundred tis when a male fell into their realm. She was horny and she wanted his dick. That’s why she was teasing him in the first place.
So, why was Byron afraid of touching her?
All of a sudden, Byron felt as if he was back in the modern era. Back to being the shy virgin boy who had all the money in the world and girls running after him but always afraid of doing anything.
Afraid of indulging himself despite wanting to.
’I don’t like this feeling!’ he thought.
Byron found himself gulping, holding his breath as if he wanted to stop his heart from beating too fast and too loud.
Even seconds felt like eternity as he waited for Queen Otrera to pull away.
She didn’t!
"So, what would you like to eat when you co to my city?" she asked, her arms still around Byron, her enormous mounds still oppressing him.
’Is she serious right now? Asking about food?’ thought Byron, gulping so he could breathe again.
It took him a while to finally say, "It will depend!"
Queen Otrera smiled knowingly. She knew what she was doing.
"It will depend on what?" she asked, her voice low and slow—seductive.
"I don’t know the dishes available in your city," he explained. "It will depend on what you will cook that day."
Queen Otrera let out a disappointed growl. "Ow! Why don’t you just tell your favorite food? Even if it’s not available in my city, I can look for it for you."
"I like fried eggs!"
She got excited when he said this. "There you go! Was it that difficult?"
Byron kept quiet.
It wasn’t because he didn’t have anything to say. He just couldn’t. He still didn’t believe how this woman had turned tables by just talking and hugging him.
Usually, he was the one dominating conversations with the girls. At least ever since he transmigrated.
With this woman, Byron was just too srized to think clearly.
When he took a long ti to respond to her question, she decided to answer it herself so she could ask another.
"It really was not that difficult. What else would you like?"
Again, when Byron’s mind took too long looking for an answer, Queen Otrera decided to keep talking.
"I an, aside from food, what else would you like? We have great wine, gas and beautiful won."
Byron flinched when she said beautiful won.
’What’s happening to ?’ he wondered. ’Why is my body reacting on its own?’
Again, he was busy interrogating himself inside his mind that he forgot to answer Queen Otrera.
No. Not forgot.
He definitely wanted to say beautiful won. After all, who would choose anything else among the three?
He just couldn’t bring himself to say it aloud. That’s why he said, "The gas! I would like to enjoy the gas. Although, I would like to know what kind of gas they are."
For so reason, when he started speaking, Queen Otrera adjusted herself, making her soft lons rub against Byron.
He could feel one of her nipples!
It was hard!
’This is insane! I should be the one making her heart flutter. Why then am I the one...’
Queen Otrera interrupted his thoughts.
"Really? You will choose gas you don’t even know anything about over great wine and won?"
She then pouted her lips and added, "I feel heart broken!"
Byron gulped. He didn’t know what to say.
It was clear that she wanted him to pick beautiful won when she put it among the things to choose from.
It was an obvious attempt to flirt with him.
Any sane person would know that.
So, him not choosing it definitely hurt her feelings.
’This is getting awkward!’ he said to himself, trying to gain his composure.
’Just calm down and ask her what she wants,’ Byron told himself. ’You can do it! You can do it!’
’Actually, I know what she wants!’
His heart pounding like never before, Byron grabbed her arms and gently pushed them away.
This gesture made Queen Otrera think that he was going to leave. That she had scared him away. That he didn’t want her to hug him.
It was a blow to her ego. She couldn’t understand why anyone would refuse her. How anyone would push her away.
To think she had even deployed her most powerful weapon—her breasts. Which kind of man would say no to those?
She felt defeated. Never in her life had she ever worked so hard to get a man. Not even the gods.
She lowered her gaze.
Just then, Byron’s index finger pressed under her chin and lifted her gaze so she could stare at him.
As soon as their eyes t, Byron’s finger traced upward to touch her lower lip.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
Was he going to kiss her?
Slowly Byron leaned in and made her dreams co true.
He planted a kiss on her plump lips and held it there for a while before he pulled back and said, "The reason I will co to your city is because of you. Because you’re a beautiful woman. So, yeah! I will definitely enjoy the beautiful won. The gas will just be a bonus. That’s what I wanted to say. Sorry if it ca out of my mouth distorted!"
The more he spoke, the more he regained his composure. His confidence.
Queen Otrera’s eyes were already wide in awe because of the kiss, but his words took it to another level.
Her face bead.
She couldn’t believe what had just happened.
After all, she didn’t know anything about Byron. She didn’t know about his unwavering stamina. She didn’t know how dominant he could be.
So far, she had seen him blushing and gulping from just a hug.
That was her first impression of him. Shy and dormant.
So, Byron being the one to initiate the kiss, not to ntion those sweet words...
’Was he pretending to be shy all this while?’ she thought.
After all, apart from the hug, she had been scared to initiate anything.
’He just initiated it!’
Queen Otrera had so many follow up questions to Byron’s sweet words.
Sothing like, really? Am I beautiful?
Of course she knew she was beautiful. She just wanted to hear it coming from a man’s mouth again.
She suspected that most won were like that; always happy to receive complints.
However, she didn’t want to waste that opportunity asking sothing she already knew.
Hippolyta could co back anyti to take him away. She didn’t have even a second to waste.
That’s why as soon as Byron finished talking, a smile appeared on her face, then she kissed him passionately.
’O Goddess!’ she thought when his tongue made its way inside her mouth. ’He’s such a good kisser!’
She couldn’t help but tell him how she was impressed.
"Oh my god! You’re so good at this!"
While they were still devouring each other, Queen Otrera felt Byron’s hands cupping her face so he could deepen the kiss.
She grabbed one of them and put it on her neck, then grabbed another and put it on her breasts. She wanted to initiate sothing too.
"Touch !" she said. "Choke !"
At this point, Byron was himself again. He was no longer afraid of touching her. He was no longer feeling like a shy virgin who never indulges himself.
The beast in him was fully awake!
"Ah!" she let out a moan despite not breaking the kiss. "Yes! Squeeze them please! Just like that!"
He did.
The feeling of his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her juicy lons as he squeezed them sent a throb through his dick.
This went on for a while.
Then she grabbed him by the cheeks and pushed his head downward as she said, "Suck on them please!"
She was out of her breath from all the kissing, but when Byron put her breast into her mouth and started sucking as his hands squeezed it as if he expected it to suddenly squirt out so milk, Queen Otrera scread in pleasure.
"I wish I was lactating!" she said, surprising Byron.
He was thinking of getting so milk from it, so you could imagine the look on his face when she said she wished the sa thing.
"I would like you to drown in my milk!" she added.
They were sitting on the bed, so when she said that, Byron imdiately stood up and pulled down his pants to reveal his furious one-eyed dragon.
"If you don’t have so milk," he said, grabbing Queen Otrera’s head, "Then I have a question for you. Would you like to drown in mine?"
She didn’t get a chance to respond because he imdiately thrust into her mouth.
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Author’s note: Guys, so sorry for the [Don’t Unlock This Chapter Yet] Chapters. I’m currently editing them. It’s gonna take at least three days—minimum.
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