The Queen's words were followed by a tease on the head of Byron's dick by her tongue, and both the warm and tingling feeling sent foreign sensations throughout his body.
"Is that a threat?" he asked, trying to hide the impact of her teases on his face.
But don't be mistaken. He wasn't hiding it because he was ashamed or something of that sort, but because he wanted to take the lead. This was his first ever sexual intercourse. He wanted to take credit for it.
Plus, this was gonna be his new home, a home among lustful beauties. He had to make a convincing first impression.
The Queen teased his dick again with the tip of her tongue. "A threat? No! Why would I? I just wanna make sure you aren't so fragile. What would I tell the others if I killed a blessing like you before they even get to try for themselves?"
She shifted her gaze toward Alcippe who was now sitting on the throne, watching them as if they were a TV.
"Did anyone else see him?" she asked.
With a chuckle, Alcippe replied, "Of course they did. All of them. A bitch from Themiscyra even got on him first."
Byron was confused. Wasn't he in Themiscyra? Why did Alcippe say it as if that redhead who rode his dick was from some other place?
Come to think of it, there was some kind of enmity between the girls. Something beyond lust.
Plus, the way that redhead had raised her sword in triumph after Alcippe came, it was as if...
"Oh! So I'm not the first, eh?" asked the Queen, interrupting Byron's thoughts.
He found an answer for her question so quickly.
"You're not even my second."
This wasn't a lie. Another girl had inserted his dick into her pussy before the redhead who rode it.
"Oh! How interesting! At least I'm the third. Not bad at all," she said with a beaming face, playing along with his teases.
"I hate to break it to you, but no. The third place is already taken."
This also wasn't a lie. The black haired girl had given him a blow job, then another girl inserted his dick in her pussy, then finally the redhead managed to hold him for longer than the others.
"Oh thank the gods!" The Queen exclaimed before she spat on her hand and smeared the outcome onto Byron's dick.
"I thought I would have to restrain myself," she added as she moved her hand up and down, causing Byron to feel shivers up his spine. "If you're that experienced, I shall go all out then."
To exert dominance, Byron beat her to it by suddenly grabbing her wavy blond hair, then pushing his cock inside her mouth.
"You talk too much!" he said, pushing in and out.
The Queen was caught off-guard. She grabbed him by the thighs for support and let go after she got used to his thrusting rhythm.
'I feel like I'm in heaven!'
For a while, he was in control. Pushing and pulling on his own accord.
That was until the Queen grabbed him by the buttocks and pulled him close to her, making his dick go all the way down her throat.
Out of instinct, he tried to pull back out, but the Queen was holding him so tight that he could not.
A few seconds later, she let go, gagging and panting. Her hands were still on it as she caught her breath.
"It's so big!" she said, her voice laggard, her golden eyes staring at him like those of a high-grade seductress, the sly smile on her face complimenting all of those things.
"So big and experienced!" she added.
Byron fought hard to suppress laughter.
He was everything but experienced.
'Seems like I didn't watch all those spicy videos in vain. The lessons learnt are applicable!'
With these thoughts, he decided to tease the Queen some more.
"I gotta say," he said, 'you swallow it like no one else. I give you that. But I expected more from you after all those threats you made."
The Queen let out a chuckle, teased his dick with the tip of her tongue... again... as if searching for what to say to him.
"I see what you're doing," she finally said. "I accept the challenge. However, you're wrong! I haven't started. You just humped into me, remember? Let's see if you still say that after I take the lead."
Byron shook his head then said, "The problem with you is that you talk too much," as he grabbed her by the chin so her face could face upward.
He spit into her mouth, then added, "I don't need you to recite what you plan to do to me. Just do it!"
He then pinched her nipples so hard that she squirmed and wriggled, swallowing his saliva, joy all over her face.
"Oh yes! Do it again please!"
He did.
"Harder!"
He did.
"Oh god! I see you're a man of action. I like you already, my king!"
Did she just call him her king?
A grin appeared on Byron's face. That's what he wanted. A convincing first impression.
But he wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. He suddenly slapped her enormous breasts.
"I told you you talk too much!" he said as he watched them turn crimson, then slapped her again.
"I need action. Go all out! Show me your hidden techniques!"
Slap!
"Suck it hard!"
Slap!
"Make me cum!"
Slap!
The Queen was squirming and wriggling, her beautiful voice in ah and ah yes and harder and again please and yes my king.
Before she could recover from those slaps, Byron pulled her to her feet and twirled her the same way the lover of his maid had done, wrapped his arm around her slim waist as he held her in a doggy style, then started spanking her beautiful tanned ass cheeks.
She went back to squirming and wriggling, her voice once again in ah and ah yes and please please and again and yes my king.
When her ass completely turned crimson, he grabbed his rock-hard dick and started rubbing it on her pussy.
"It's time I show you the real actions…"
He paused, contemplating if what he was going to add on was necessary. If there were no replications.
"...Bitch!"