His eyes landed on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. A woman, not a girl. Everything about her was alluring, large and unique.
Even if he included the girls, she would still be the most beautiful. Surely, the ones from when he woke up were all otherworldly, but this woman, especially her voice, would make any man intoxicated.
The voice in question was in yes yes and ah and uh and pretty much everything that would convey the pleasures she was feeling as she fingered herself.
Before she noticed their presence, which she did as soon the doors were pushed open, Byron managed to take a picture of her in his mind.
He would be foolish if he didn't.
She was sitting on her throne, reclining, naked and her right leg raised over the armrest to reveal her clean and tanned pussy that was soaking wet, some juices sprouting out as her fingers moved in and out.
Three of them, all at once. The middle ones.
'Sweet mother of Jesus!' Byron found himself internally exclaiming.
"Ali, what took you so long?" asked the woman, turning around, but her fingers still ravaging her pussy.
Byron realized his dick had started throbbing.
Was it when he heard the woman's moans? He wondered. Perhaps when he laid eyes on her. Might be because of what her fingers were doing.
He had no way to know which aroused him first and the most, but he was sure all of them were good reasons for any normal man to get turned on.
"Throw me the new hand," the woman added, then, her golden eyes which were closed at the time fell open as she threw a rotten hand onto a pillar nearby.
'The Queen had sent me to cut off your hand,' Alcippe's words reverberated inside Byron's mind as the rotten hand bounced off the pillar to fall in front of him.
He assumed that it had belonged to one of Pachilles's friends.
That's when the woman saw Byron.
Her golden eyes widened in awe. "Is this a dream?" she asked.
"No, my queen!" replied Alcippe.
The Queen scrambled to her feet and ran toward Byron, her enormous mounds jiggling.
She quickly untied the cloth that Alcippe had given him to cover his nudity.
"How?" she asked, her eyes glued on Byron's throbbing cock.
"Perhaps our nymph healed him," suggested Alcippe.
"Or perhaps it's Hera in disguise," retorted the Queen.
Byron let out a chuckle. It was possible that Hera could do such a thing to torment them, but he was him, not that bitch. That's why he said, "I'm Byron. I hate that bitch to the extent that she can never consider using my body to disguise herself."
The Queen's lips curled into a smile. "That sounds like something Hera can say."
"Perhaps Hera can say that," he said, then pushed his hands forward and grabbed the Queen's breasts as he continued, "But… Can she do this?"
The Queen was tense for a second, then her face beamed. "She can not! She hates me so much that she can never grant me this pleasure."
To be honest, Byron didn't know where he found the courage or why he did it, he just found himself grabbing the Queen's breasts.
And both her reaction and response encouraged him to continue.
He pinched them, all of their nipples at the same time, as he said, "That means you believe me then, eh?"
When the Queen was a bit slow to respond, he pinched her once again, this time pulling her nipples afterwards. "Do you?" he demanded.
"Uh-huh!"
The Queen nodded her head repeatedly like a child swearing to her mom to never-again after being caught red-handed stealing sugar.
Byron knew the Queen's lust was a hundred times that of a normal woman because of Hera's curse, so he knew there was no way she could resist him.
He knew that's why all the authority she rose up with from her throne and walked down the stairs with had vanished, replaced by a desire to get fucked.
He leaned in to suck on her boobs.
"Oh yes! Byron yes yes~" she moaned as his tongue teased her nipples.
"Juicy! I want to milk them!" he said.
"I would be pleased, my Byron," replied the Queen, completely different from the authoritative woman who was doubting him a while ago.
Was lust that powerful?
After at least a minute, he pulled back and slapped her hard on her breasts. "That's for doubting me!"
She screamed… A high-pitched moan. "I will never doubt you again, my Byron!"
Her submissive attitude fueled his ego.
"Then kneel!" he demanded.
She obeyed, putting her hands on her thighs, her big butt resting on her ankles, her golden eyes looking at him with longing.
Byron was trying to make it seem like he had some experience, which of course he did not have.
'I won't let the know I'm an amateur!'
'I'll just apply all the things I saw on porn'ab. All those I read in novels. All those I heard or watched in movies. Nothing can go wrong, right?'
Well, something was about to go wrong. Not wrong as in wrong, but as in being too good to handle.
This came true when Byron instructed her to suck his dick.
She stared at him, shocked, like she had never sucked on a dick before.
Byron slapped it on her right cheek, her left one, then onto her lips. "I said, suck it! Don't you know how? You grab it, put it in your mouth, then suck it!"
He was later going to find out that he was wrong all along. That the Queen had sucked dicks before, one of which belonged to Zeus, and sucking a powerful god like that meant her experience and techniques were divine.
He was also going to find out that the reason she looked at him in shock when he ordered her to suck his dick wasn't inexperience or shyness, but disbelief. She could not believe that after 41 years of banishment, she was finally going to suck on a dick again.
To find out that it all still seemed like a dream to her.
She grabbed it and teased its head with her tongue, looking at Byron with a mischievous smile.
"I know how to suck, my Byron," she said. "The problem is, have you ever been sucked before?"
Byron was speechless.
"Tell me!" she demanded with a sly smile on the corners of her lips. "I want to know how much effort I should put into it. I wouldn't want you to die of intense pleasures, would I?"
'Damn!'