A War

The girls poured into the throne room, of course fighting to be in front, and it was kinda strange that now all of them wore dresses, most of them either white or black.

Byron knew they were Greeks, so he wondered why their fashion taste was more of ancient Roman than...

'Perhaps it's the same. What do Greeks used to wear, anyway? Besides, are they even Greeks? In the mythology, it's said they come from where the world ends.'

'Why should I care?'

The wide golden belts around their waists were cool, and he had only seen those kinds of belts in movies and TV shows about the Roman Empire, so he wondered if Greeks wore those too.

As he was busy analyzing the mind picture that he took when he glanced at the entrance, the girls were still shouting questions at the Queen, closing the gap as they rushed toward the throne.

Queen Penthesilea ignored them, but instead whispered to him, "Keep going please!"

Byron was on the verge of reaching his peak. He could feel it. He just needed a few more thrusts. That's why he heeded her words and kept thrusting into her pussy.

Her skin was glistening with sweat, the kind that flows, making her look almost like an oiled ebony, a result of her tan skin.

"Ah yes yes! Faster! Oh, gosh fuck yes! Just like that. Uh-huh!"

Her moans and compliments kept Byron going, but as he was close to his climax, he felt someone grabbing him from behind, trying to pull him off the Queen.

"You have fucked her enough! It's my turn!" said the girl who was pulling him, but right then, a familiar voice echoed across the throne room.

"Evylita, stop!"

Just two words, and the girl pulling Byron stopped right then.

"But Ali," she instead complained. "You know we all want to be fucked! It's not like the Queen is the only one whose lust is a hundred times stronger."

"She's your Queen!" replied Alcippe. "We can all agree she deserves to be the first."

Alcippe continued arguing with the girls, trying to buy more time for Byron and Penth, but she didn't need to anymore because right then, he shuddered, groaning, then collapsed on top of the Queen, panting.

The room fell silent.

It was only after almost a minute when the Queen whispered into his ear. "Such a good fuck you are, oh gosh! You really are. Tonight will be ours. However, as you can see, we have a big problem. I hope Ali has explained our situation to you, so please, can you help some of these other girls?"

Byron knew this was coming, but that didn't make hearing it any less impactful.

When the Queen noticed the flabbergasted look on his face, she jumped to her conclusions.

"I know it's hard," she said, trying to make him feel better. "But I'm not asking you to fuck all of them at the same time. We can divide ourselves into small groups and choose days of the month so you can do a few per day. How does that sound?"

"Haha!"

Byron couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He wasn't flabbergasted because she was asking him to bang those girls. He was flabbergasted because he couldn't believe that just a few hours ago, he was on Earth—well, this also was Earth, but you get the point.

He was on the modern Earth, glued to a bed and was a virgin with no hopes of ever recovering let alone losing his virginity.

And now...

And now the famous Queen Penthesilea whom he read so much about be it in the mythology books or comics was right under him, naked and his cock inside her pussy.

And she was asking him to bang hundreds of other otherworldly beauties too.

'Damn! Death can be so sweet sometimes!' he thought. 'If I had known about this, I would have chosen death the moment I got paralyzed.'

But of course, none of the girls knew what was going on in his mind.

"Why are you laughing?" asked the Queen.

"I'm laughing at hearing you worried and so serious about me having to fuck all your citizens."

"They're not just my citizens. They're my family. They're the only ones who decided to stick with me when Hippolyta kicked me out. When Mother abandoned me. I can do anything for them."

Her voice was starting to crack, tears threatening to sprout out of her golden eyes.

"I just..."Byron was going to tell her she had misunderstood him, but she cut him off.

"I'm the reason they're in this situation," she continued. "If I didn't kill Zeus's son, they would be in Themiscyra, the real Themiscyra, clad in their warrior outfits and ready to go look for a male tribe right after victory. Life would be good for them."

She paused, sobbing.

It was an opportunity, so Byron took it and wiped her tears with his hand, saying, "It's not your fault. It's fucking Zeus's and Hera's. Plus, I wasn't saying I won't help them. I know how they feel. And I also enjoy it. So, prepare just a meal for me, let me eat and rest, then as soon as I wake up, I'm gonna give you an orgy."

He stood up and turned to look at the girls to direct the last words to them. He wasn't bothered that they were all staring at his dick instead of his mouth—except Alcippe, of course.

"I promise that all of you will be satisfied. Ask your Queen if I'm lying."

"He fucked my brains out!" said the Queen, making them laugh. "Totally recommend!"

Another laughter.

For some reason, Byron found himself swiping his gaze over their faces, looking for the redhead with a sword who had fought so hard back in the valley.

He expected her to be in the front, but she wasn't.

Surprisingly, she wasn't even in the middle or at the back. She was nowhere to be seen.

That's when it dawned on him.

'Their numbers have reduced!'

Byron could swear they were in hundreds back in the valley.

But now...

Now they weren't even a hundred or even close. He counted, and was left speechless when he found them to be just sixty nine.

"Where are the others?" he asked.

"Back to report to their queens!"

It was Alcippe who answered.

"I'm pretty sure Hippolyta will be here soon to claim him for herself," the Queen tuned in.

"And what are you planning to do, sister?" asked Alcippe. "Are you ready to surrender him to her?"

The Queen let out a chuckle.

"Over my dead body!"

"Then I smell a war."