Byron pushed her on the bed and ripped her green sexy gown apart so that his hands could gain a better access to her boobs.
Her nipples were hard.
"Damn! You're already aroused!" he said, pinching them. "What a slut!"
"Of course I'm aroused. Did you forget that I was there playing the harp while you fucked the girls. It was torture! Now, can you please be quick! Put it inside."
Byron kissed her lips one last time before planting a kiss on her chin and making a trail of them down her neck.
When he reached her collarbone, he lingered.
"I wanna bite it!" he said.
"Permission granted… as long as your dick is inside of me."
Byron ignored her words and spent a few more seconds on her collarbone, his teeth making sure that there would be a hickey the next morning.
"Oh, god!" she moaned, her hands busy trying to pull his dick out of the white gown the girls had wrapped him into.
When she failed her attempt, she decided to grab it through the gown.
"You're already hard. Why not push it inside? Why the delay?"
Byron bit her once again, earning a moan from her before he said, "I wanna take my time. I wanna paint your body with love marks. I wanna tease you."
She squeezed his dick in protest.
"Push it inside please! I want you so bad. Please, please!" Her voice was brittle; on the verge of crying as she pleaded with him.
"Hey, it's not like I'm going anywhere. Let me take my time. We have all night long, don't we?"
Byron was just teasing her.
He had thought that after fucking over 70 girls in just a matter of 3 hours and a half would satisfy his sexual urges and make his cock immune or weak, but no.
In fact, he was very wrong. It was now throbbing and he feared it might rip through his gown if he didn't give it what it wanted soon.
But then again, back in the hall, though he enjoyed fucking the girls, it was rushed and more like duty than a fun and fulfilling sexual adventure.
That's why he took his time giving Penthesilea love bites, sucking her enormous boobs and...
"Please! Push it inside. Please!"
Byron took pity on her and moved his left hand down from her boob toward her groin, then slid it in between her legs.
His hand rubbed her labia gently for a while before his index finger slipped into her honey pot.
"Dammit! You're so wet I feel like drinking!"
"Ah, yes! What's... What's stopping you..."
She was right. Nothing was stopping him from drinking.
His lips trailed down her abdomen, teased her belly button before he moved toward her pussy.
He inhaled deeply and said, "You smell so good down here!"
"You're so good with your fingers too," she said and then went back to moaning. She was no longer demanding his dick though. His three fingers were ravaging her pussy, after all.
Byron brushed his tongue over her honey pot twice. Following, his tongue found his clit, and he started licking it as his fingers moved in and out of her pussy.
She screamed, but she was wrong if she thought that was intense because after almost a minute of doing that, Byron doubled his speed and she doubled her screams and he tripled his speed and she lost it and her pussy started singing in a wet sloppy language and finally, finally, he pulled his fingers out and slapped her pussy so hard that she instantly squirted, drowning him.
"You still think there's no reason I was delaying?" he asked as he slapped her pussy once again.
She was shuddering, twitching, spasming, trembling... unable to talk as she panted, trying to catch her breath.
But he could see joy all over her face, satisfaction, a look that said, I-wanna-do-it-again-please.
That's when he unleashed his one-eyed dragon.
It was already pumping out pre-cum, the almighty natural lubricant that smelled almost as good as a pussy.
So, as it dripped, he pushed it inside her still wet cave and started humping right away.
Caught off-guard and still recovering from the intense orgasm both his tongue and fingers had just gave her, she leaped back into moaning mode.
High-pitched! Satisfying.
Her huge melons jiggled as he slammed into her and he was once again tempted to grab them and squeeze them and slap them.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
It was the first time she said stop.
He knew this was more like, it's so fucking good, so fucking intense and I can't get enough of it so please continue and increase your speed.
So, whenever she said stop, he slapped her one of her boobs and then to the other when she said another stop.
"Stop stop stop!"
*Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Just a while ago, you were crazy about getting my cock inside ya. Now ya want me to stop, eh?"
Of course that's not what she meant by stop. We already know that, don't we? But he had to tease her with it, right? That's why he had said ya instead of you to make his accent a bit… sexy?
"No, please don't stop!"
"And why is that?"
"It's fucking good!"
"And?"
"I want you to continue!"
"Which means?"
"That you're so strong! That you fuck so well. That I can't get enough of you! That I want you to~ Aaah!"
She shuddered, having another orgasm.
"You haven't even come? How do you do it? How do you keep your stamina?" she asked as Byron gave her a second to recover from that second orgasm.
"The secret isn't within me!" he said.
She raised her eyebrows, confused.
"It's within you! Within your beauty! Can't resist a creature as beautiful as you, can I?"
Of course he wasn't going to tell her about the system. That's why he invented that lie, and he was sure such flattery would work.
"But you keep it with other girls too. Are they as beautiful as me?"
Byron senses a trap in her question. After all, she was a woman and a queen at that, so she wanted to be told she was more beautiful than everyone else.
"Of course not! Your beauty is unmatched. But they're related to you, aren't they? That means they're also beautiful... Not at your level though!"
Surprisingly, he wasn't lying. Queen Penthesilea was a beauty to behold. None of the other girls could hold a candle on her, but Byron knew others were also beautiful in their own ways.
For example, that redhead back in the valley. Her determination and violent nature added some spiciness to her.
Another example was Alcippe. The thought that she was chaste, a virgin and still the only one he was yet to see naked made her hot in a way.
"Oh, really? What's about me that makes me more beautiful?"
"Your golden everything."
She gave him a questioning look.
"Hippolyta might have thought she was punishing you when she forced you to dye your hair from black to blond, but that golden hue compliments your golden eyes, resonates with your golden skin and when you add the golden crown, you become the Golden Queen. The Golden Beauty. Simply, unmatched."
Byron might have sounded convincing because Penthesilea immediately flipped and went on top.
"It's my turn!" she said as she moved her hips so that his dick could slide into her pussy on its own.
And just like that, she started riding him, the first day of his transmigration edging closer to its end.
Shout out to Chris_Reyes_3054
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