Chapter 125: It Can Wait

Byron touched a boob on his right side, touched another on the left, took a step, did the same to two different other girls, took another step, did the same while the girls continued to cheer and shout and jump in joy, especially those whose boobs he touched.

'Sleep can wait!' he told himself. 'I want to eat and sleep first. Haha! Who was I kidding? Eat, yes. But sleeping? There is no way I can go to sleep while all these beauties are vying for my attention.'

'No. I'm going to eat. Then I'm going to fuck them while we wait for Lucille and the dryads. And I'm gonna fuck them too. By the time we finish, it will be night and I will sleep and tomorrow we all set out for Themiscyra. Why would any of them even stay in this castle?'

'They built it to look for me. I'm here. It has outlived its use. Imma have my first meal in it, my last fuck in it and tomorrow I will herd them all with me on my journey to Themiscyra. Even Strawberry. No way in hell I'm going to let her go her own way. Berry and Berrek are my babies too. I dare say having them around might even cheer Hypolyta. Having her hold them and play with them will do her more good.'

It was with these thoughts, dragged by Queen Otrera, flanked by the cheering half naked Amazonian that Byron descended the spiraling stairs.

Half way down, they met the Amazons Queen Otrera had sent to bring food and chairs.

"Go back!" she told them. "Byron wants to dine in the hall where you all can greet him. You do miss him, don't you?"

"Of course, Mother!" they said in unison before turning the way they had come and descended giggling and cheering, infected by the ones flanking Byron.

Byron didn't dwell on their choice of Mother as an honorific for Queen Otrera. They all descended from her. She was their mother in a way.

Instead he tried to think of the food they had been carrying. He had seen some fruit. A good change from the eggs and the meat Lucille and the dryads had fed him at the island.

He had also seen some fish, hopefully the ones caught in the river that went around the castle.

'Ah, fish! I can't wait to sink my teeth in those. Oh, and wine. Haha! Sipping wine while these beauties explore my body. I'm the luckiest man alive. Why was I whining about never getting some rest? What type of leisure can be more relaxing than this?'

'So long as the system does not interrupt me, I'm going to enjoy each and every of those dishes. Each and everyone of these beauties. These big boobed Amazons. These with tiny boobs. These with bubbly booties. The ones with juicy pussies. Those who don't moan loudly. Those who are so sensitive that they scream like wounded beasts being slaughtered.'

He wet his lips with his tongue in anticipation.

'And then Lucille and the dryads are going to arrive and join me. And I'm going to unleash my Sensation Smoke upon them and tease every inch of their beautiful bodies. When they orgasm I will experience the same. Oh, fuck yes! Oh, fuck yes! I can almost hear them moaning this. I can almost…'

"Where do you want to sit?" asked Queen Otrera.

It brought Byron out of his stupor.

They were already in the hall. How? When?

'Haha! I can't believe I didn't fall on those stairs.'

It didn't surprise him though. Once one got the gist of the interval between steps, it became muscle memory.

He tried to imagine what would have happened had he fallen, but quickly put it out of his mind. No doubt the Amazons would have saved him from the fall. There was no way he could have fallen unnoticed. He was the focus of their attention. Their whole world. He slipped through their fingers once and went missing for months. They would never let it happen again.

He swiped his eyes across the hall. There was a long table with chairs on either side, then an empty wide space beyond it with three thrones at the end. Those must have been where Penthesilea, Hypolyta and Queen Otrera used to sit when they were all here.

There was a woolly carpet in between the thrones and the table, so he went for that.

"I will sit down on the carpet," he said. "That way the girls can easily surround me."

They cheered even louder.

Queen Otrera shouted at some of them to go bring pillows and sheets and anything that could make the experience more pleasant.

She turned to look at him, her gaze mischievous and playful. "You should take off your clothes!"

It sounded like a command.

"Of course!" he said, pausing the boob grabbing so he could free his hands.

He didn't get to use them though.

As soon as he said of course, Queen Otrera was already on her knees in front him, pulling down his pants. The other Amazons were taking care of his jacket.

There was a chill against his skin when they finished undressing him, but he didn't care. He was sure only a minute of them rubbing themselves on him would expel any coldness he felt now.

They were already doing it. Hugging him from all sides, touching him in a frenzy, pressing their boobs on him like someone had told them it will give them immorality.

He was surprised Queen Otrera had not already started sucking his dick. What was stopping her?

As if in answer, she said, "Let him sit first."

The girls obeyed reluctantly.

Byron lowered himself to one of the pillows. The steaming food was placed in front of him. He reached out and picked the wine glass first. Warmth spread throughout his body with the first sip. It was spiced.

He hadn't been a fan of wine back in his previous life, but now he thought there was no drink that could be better than it.

'Haha! Except Strawberry's milk, of course!'

He remembered his time with her with so much fondness that you would think it happened years ago. She had sprayed him with her lactation just an hour ago, but it already felt nostalgic.

'I wait for a time when all these girls are lactating. I will drown in milk. Hehe! I'm such a pervert!'

"What are you smiling about?" Came Queen Otrera's inquiry.

"What's there not to smile about?" he shot back. "The wine is good, the food looks amazing and I'm among the most beautiful women in the world. Why are you not enjoying something instead of probing me with questions?"

Amusement spread across Queen Otrera's face. "Is that a challenge?"

"It is."

"Alright then!"

Like him a moment ago, she wet her lips with her tongue, teasingly lustful.

"You asked for this. Don't blame me if you're unable to focus on eating."

"I asked for what?" he feigned ignorance.

She grabbed his dick in answer.