Chapter 126: You Are a God

Contrary to Queen Otrera's belief that giving Byron a blowjob would incapacitate him, it increased his appetite instead.

The feeling of her warm lips encircling the tip of his dick, the spread of such a pleasant sensation as she pushed lower and lower and the slurping sounds she was making…

They forced him to eat faster.

He wanted to free his hands of the food he had grabbed so he could place one of them on the back of her head and hold her there until she started gagging.

He wanted to be able to tamper with the strings her white dress so he could see her beautiful body. So he could touch her boobs.

O lord! Her big beautiful boobs!

He remembered the first time he buried his face in them. She had demanded he call her mommy. Or did he remember it wrong?

"Uhm!" he grunted, his mouth full of delicious fish. He grabbed the kylix of wine and took a sip to down the fish.

"Oh fuck yes! Stay like that! O lord!"

Queen Otrera had pushed his dick all the way inside her throat that even his balls were about to disappear in her mouth.

"I've never been sucked like this before!" he said to her.

Queen Otrera focused her eyes on him, proud of herself.

When she pulled away there was no gag.

'Did I ever make her gag?'

Byron tried to remember, but he couldn't recall all he had done with her back then.

'I don't care if I did or didn't. I want to see it now. I want her to choke and gag on my dick.'

Quickly he licked the fish juices off his fingers and grabbed Queen Otrera by the hair. He rose to his feet, the food forgotten.

The Queen took his dick out of her mouth to ask, "What are you doing? You're not done eating. I want you at full strength when the time to fuck my pussy comes."

"I would never be too weak to fuck your pussy."

She chuckled. "What kind of flattery is that? You need to eat."

"No. I don't. I want to see you gag on my dick. I want to grab your boobs and put my dick between them and fuck them until my cum splashes on your face. I want to slap them while you clean the cum off my dick with your tongue. I want to…"

"Ooh! Stop it! I think I'm gonna wet myself just hearing you. Actually, I'm already dripping wet."

She looked at one of the Amazons who were rubbing themselves on Byron and said, "Make sure his mouth remains full."

"Yes, mother!" they said in unison. Almost instantly, one was grabbing the kylix of wine, the other a plate of turnip and they were spoon-feeding him.

He wasn't even done chewing when another pushed a grape into his mouth.

Queen Otrera watched with amusement for a while as Byron protested that they should not fill his mouth to the brim.

"Tell them I want to be able to chew. Tell them," he pleaded with her, his words distorted by the delicious food he was chewing.

She just laughed and went back to sucking his dick.

Byron's right hand was still holding her by the hair. He started pushing her head up and down, squeezing his butt to thrust into her at the same time.

One of the Amazons grabbed his left hand and put it on her pussy, then whispered into his ear that she wanted him to finger her.

She was hugging Byron from that side, her small boobs bare. Her dress had not fallen to the ground. Instead, she had pulled it up so Byron's hand could snake inside and touch her pussy without even seeing.

This somehow made it better. Byron thought it so hot. To feel his hand under the girl's dress, touching her pussy...

"Oh, fuck! Your pussy is so wet!" he told the girl as his finger went inside her. She moaned in his ear.

The other girls must have noticed because they started pleading with the girl to lend Byron's hand to them.

"Mel, you're so lucky."

"Can I be next?"

"How do Byron's fingers feel inside you? I want to feel the same too. Please, Mel! Let me be next!"

Mel didn't seem to have heard them. She clung to Byron tighter like a child clings to their mother's skirts when they are afraid of abandonment.

She was clearly afraid the other girls would try and pry her away from him. She ignored them and moaned.

And moaned.

"Something like this has never happened to me before," she whispered into Byron's ear. "Oh, your finger. It feels so good. It's so good. Please push another inside me. Ah~ yes please! Oh, don't stop!"

Suddenly, she went still, then spasms took over. She shuddered as orgasmic tremors went through her like electricity. Byron couldn't believe he had brought her to a climax in such a short timespan.

"You could tell me to kill myself and I will do it happily," she whispered to him, her voice shaky and brittle. "Such joy you have made me feel. Oh Byron! I don't know how to repay you."

This took him off-guard.

Was she a virgin?

He pulled his fingers out of her pussy to see if there was any blood but the girl quickly grabbed them and pushed them back into her pussy in panic. It was like she was afraid she would immediately die if his hand was not on her pussy.

"Please, finger me again. Make me feel those tremors once more. I've attended so many Breeze Rituals before but I have never managed to feel them. Others boasted of having them everytime. I couldn't even comprehend what they were saying. I thought they were exaggerating."

"Where are you from?" he asked her.

He had fucked all the Amazons in New Themiscyra and a few in Themiscyra. Was she from…

"I'm from Harmonia."

"Harmonia? Wow! I've never been there. What is it like?"

"Of course you haven't. Had you been with us, we would never have been so careless as to lose you to the dryads."

Before Byron could comment on that, she continued, "Well, it was the most beautiful city among the three."

"Was?"

"It stopped being so when you appeared. You had been to New Themiscyra. Then to Themiscyra. Suddenly we all wanted to be where you were. Unfortunately, I was not among the ones who accompanied our Queen when she came to see you."

When she stopped, Byron ordered her to continue. He was so intrigued now.

"All those who had been left behind were sad. We would eat while talking about you, trying to guess what you looked like. Those with experience said you were like us but without boobs. They said you didn't have a vagina either. That you had a dick."

"They tried to explain how a dick looks but we couldn't fathom it. They said it was like a finger, but bigger. I couldn't have guessed it was this big. Hehe! Will you let me be the next to suck you when the Queen finishes? Will you push it into my pussy and make me pregnant too?"

Byron had not known that Queen Otrera had been paying attention to his conversation with Mel. She suddenly said, "No. You won't have it. I intend to have it for myself all-night."

This displeased the girls, but they didn't voice their frustrations. She was their Queen. Her wish was the law.

Byron chuckled to himself. He had a surprise in store for them. His tentacles and tendrils. He wanted them to burn with desire and jealousy for Queen Otrera and Mel first. Then he would unleash his Sensation Smoke and ravage their pussies in a way they never anticipated or even imagined.

"You have stopped fingering me," Mel whispered to him accusingly. "Don't stop please. Please!"

She almost cried.

"I can do even better," Byron told her, unleashing his Sensation Smoke.

Now was the time.

He was intrigued by this girl's story. He wanted to reward her.

"Close your eyes!" he whispered to her. She did so without a question, but then her eyes instantly went wide when Byron impaled her with a Purple Tentacle. Lots of Purple Tendrils snaked around her, seeking her nipples, her anus, her clitoris, her...

Seeking any sensitive part on her body.

Mel's moans had been muffled even when she first orgasmed, but now she let out a high-pitched moan that made all the girls, even Queen Otrera, look at her in wonder and confusion.

Her body was shaking, having had another orgasm, followed by another and another as Byron continued to thrust into her pussy with the tentacle while the tendrils teased her clit and her nipples and her anus.

"They lied to me," she cried. "They said you were like us. That the only difference was on the boobs, the dick and the facial hairs. That you're a mortal. Such lies. Oh, such lies. You're no mortal. You are a god. You're my god from now on. O Byron, God of Joyous Tremors, I seek your marvelous blessing of more and more joyous tremors."

She looked at the astonished faces of those around her and continued speaking with the zeal of a fanatic, "He's a god. Byron is our God. He's touching me without touching me. He's..."

A shudder went through her again and she screamed even louder. "He's a god."

The others looked at her like she was crazy.

Right then, Byron sent his swarm of tentacles and tendrils into them. The Amazons jumped, startled. They looked around them but could see nothing. But they could feel something under their dresses. Something on their nipples. Something going up their asses.

Suddenly Mel's rumblings made sense to them.

"He's a god!" they echoed her.

"Mel, you're right. I can feel his invisible hand on my boobs. O, it feels so good!"

"I can feel it on my pussy!"

"I feel it in my ass!"

"I feel it too."

"Me too."

"He's a god."

"That He is."

"Truly!"

Some were already falling on the carpet, shaking in ecstasy, overwhelmed by all the teasing Byron's tentacles and tendrils were doing to their bodies, not to mention the Purple Mist around that made them even more sensitive.

Only Queen Otrera had remained untouched by the tentacles and the tendrils. She looked at him in wonder, looked intently at the girls who were spasming, looked at Byron again and said, "I want to feel what they are feeling."