Chapter 127: Alcippe Wants to Join

"I want to feel what they are feeling."

Without even thinking about it, Byron said, "But you know what it feels like. Have you forgotten?"

Byron didn't remember all the things he had done with Queen Otrera frame by frame, but the images of that night when he had a foursome with her and Keza and Hypolyta were still fresh in his mind.

He had released a fog of Sensation Smoke, made tendrils and tentacles out of it, sent them up their pussies and then hardened the tips into dildos.

He remembered Queen Otrera's screams as he thrust the tentacle in and out of ass, the way she had screamed, "Bigger!"

He could almost feel her boobs on his face. She had been on top of him, burying his face in those enormous boobs of hers as Byron's tentacle ravaged her donut hole.

The thought of anal sex with her filled his mind with raw images of a big tentacle stretching Queen Otrera's anus. The way she had screamed. The way he had left it gaping when he finally pulled out his huge tentacle.

Suddenly he wanted to do it again. This time with his dick. Having just fucked Strawberry's pussy, it seemed natural he should now seek the Queen's ass.

A shudder went through him in anticipation.

All these thoughts popped into his head within a few milliseconds.

He reminisced the scene in the kitchens of Themiscyra when he shared a meal with Queen Otrera and her girls, most notably Ayota the Original, not Ayota the Dryad.

He had got up to go to the bathroom and the girls had volunteered to accompany him.

Queen Otrera had tried to warn him that they wouldn't just bathe him and he laughed at her, saying he had a trick up his sleeve. Then he had unleashed his tendrils and tentacles on her and the others.

That had been his last sweet memory before Keza had flown him to what would have been his death had Lucille and the dryads not rescued him and sacrificed Lalisha to heal his wounds.

Queen Otrera looked like she was reminiscing about those times too. A smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

"How could I forget?" she said, her eyes shiny with tears of joy. "How could I? O, so good! It felt so good in my ass. That's why I want to feel it again. I want it in my ass and my pussy while I suck your dick. I haven't gagged on it yet, remember? You still want me to, right?"

She didn't pause to allow him to make a reply.

"Just because one remembers what bread tastes like it doesn't mean they never want to eat it again. If anything, the nostalgia makes one want it even more."

Byron had no argument about that. Plus, he would be more than happy to oblige her. On this, they were on the same page. He wanted her to gag on his dick. He wanted to feel the walls of her tight ass around his dick. His ears badly longed to hear her screams as he widened her donut hole.

First, he released a new batch of the Sensation Smoke. Second, he cocooned Queen Otrera in it. If anyone were able to see it like he did, they wouldn't even be able to spot the Queen. They would only see a thick purple fog.

They could feel it though.

Queen Otrera gasped in pleasure as she felt it envelop her. Then her eyes went wide as tendrils flowed out of the fog in search of her most sensitive parts.

To tease her, Byron first sent a dozen of small tendrils to wrap around her enormous boobs, attaching themselves to the nipples to seep into her in a swirl of intense sensations that left her breathless.

Second, he sent another dozen tiny ones to do the same in her arm pits, tingling her. She giggled uncontrollably.

Third, he went for her clitoris. As soon as they seeped into her, her body suddenly started spasming. ℯ

"Oh, gosh! I just came!" she cried in wonder. "Mel," she called.

Mel didn't hear her. She had been busy clinging to Byron, moaning loudly as his tentacle slammed into her pussy again and again.

Queen Otrera called her a second time, irritated.

Startled, Mel gasped, "Mother!"

"Yes, my child! You were right. Byron is a god!"

Mel let out a sigh of relief disguised as a moan. Clearly, she had been afraid that Queen Otrera might have been angry with her. That perhaps she wanted to shoo her away from Byron. That she wanted him all to herself. You could imagine her joy when it turned out otherwise.

"Yes, Mother! He is."

Queen Otrera was still looking at her. "What was the title you gave him?" she asked.

"Byron, God of Joyous Tremors!"

The Queen giggled. "Childish, but I like it. He's given us joy, indeed. He's given us hope. Even if we won't be able to leave this realm, we can stay here with him, enjoying his company for eternity. Why do we even want to go back into the outside world? There is nothing there but senseless wars and gods who throw tantrums without a care of what happens to us mortals."

Her expression was starting to get gloomy. "Byron, am I lying? Had the world changed in those years we weren't there?"

Byron remembered that he was supposed to be Pachilles, a warrior from Athens who had set out to lift the curse upon the Amazons by crossing Lake Themesycra, only to get sucked into it to drown to his death.

"No. My Queen! The outside world had not changed. It must have even gotten worse."

And this was true. If the Amazons had not been banished into this realm, they would all have met tragic ends.

He had read enough Greek mythology to know that Penthesilea would fall to Achilles' spear in the Trojan War, and that most other Amazons would fall to Heracles in his ninth labor to retrieve Hypolyta's girdle.

Perhaps Hera banishing them here had already altered their fates, but there was no telling if these new fates would not also be tragedies.

"Do you hear that, child?"

Queen Otrera was obviously asking Mel. But Mel didn't hear her. She had gone back to moaning loudly as Byron ravaged her pussy with his huge tentacle.

Her legs were wobbling, relying on her grip on Byron to steady herself.

"Mel?"

"Y-yes, Mother!"

"Have you heard what Byron said?"

"Yes, Mother!" she lied.

"What did he say?"

Mel went silent, panicking. She looked at Byron pleadingly.

Queen Otrera obviously didn't want to make this a big deal.

"Children and their insolence," she mused to herself. "Byron said the outside world has gotten worse. I can't imagine how that can be. How can it get even worse? The gods rape us and their goddesses vent their frustrations on us. Their heroes start wars and we die in them. What could be worse?"

Byron was trying to find what to answer her when she let out a prolonged sigh and said, "To hell with the outside world and its petty pantheon. The only god I would get behind is he who gives me joy. And Byron does."

She looked into his eyes, then let go of his dick and started kowtowing to him. "O, Byron, God of Joyous Tremors, why have you stopped touching me with your invisible hands? Is it because of my rumblings? Forgive me, lord!"

Byron quickly grabbed her arms to prevent her from kowtowing to him again. It was fun when Mel called him a god, but allowing the Queen to do the same would be taking it too far and too seriously.

"My Queen, don't be absurd! I'm no god!"

"O, but you are! How else do you think others became gods? Even a mere rock can become a god so long as people believe in it. We believe in you."

There was some truth to her words. He could argue about the false half, but he didn't want to. He just wanted to feel her warm lips around his dick again. He wanted Mel to go back to enjoying his huge tentacle up her pussy without worrying that if she got carried away Queen Otrera would call her and get angry with her for not responding promptly.

He wanted all the girls around him to drown in his purple mist. He could see their mood had been affected by their Queen's speech and absurd actions. Some have even followed her example and they were kowtowing to Byron.

"All of you, stop! I'm glad you believe in me. But let's not cast a shadow over a sweet moment like this with talks of the cruel outside world."

"You are right, My God!" said Queen Otrera, reaching out to grab his dick once more. "Thy will shall be!"

Byron almost laughed, but the Queen was serious.

"Alright!" he acquiesced.

He released a third batch of the Sensation Smoke to reinforce the countless tendrils and tentacles.

The room came back to life immediately, girls moaning loudly, touching Byron, touching themselves, falling to the carpet to desperately grab onto its thick wool and sink their nails into it and curl their toes as the sensations overwhelmed their bodies.

Queen Otrera was no different!

The tendrils Byron had sent to sink into her nipples and her armpits and her clitoris were now reinforced by this third batch of the Sensation Smoke.

She screamed in ecstasy.

"Me too, please!"

At first, Byron thought it was Queen Otrera who had said that. But why would she?

"O, Byron, God of Joyous Tremors, please make me feel what others are feeling. I can't control myself any longer!"

He followed the voice across the room.

It was Alcippe!

She must have seen the confused look on his face. She reached behind her and untied the laces of her dress. She stood up to let it fall to the ground.

This was the first time Byron had seen her naked with such a look on her face.

"I want you to do to me the same thing you're doing to them. Please! O, Byron, please!"

Alcippe the Chaste wants some tentacle up her ass? Byron couldn't believe it.