Chapter 129: Her First Orgasm

"Of course you do, My Queen! Of course you do. You want everything."

Byron had said this good-naturedly to try and make it clear to Queen Otrera that he was joking, but she thought the opposite.

"Are you mocking me?" she asked.

"Of course not, My Queen! Why would I?"

"The way you said I like everything. Everything?"

Why was she trying to make this a big deal? Byron didn't understand. She did want everything. He wasn't lying. First, she had told Mel that she wanted his dick all to herself. Then when he consoled Mel and the other girls by fucking them with his tentacles, she had suddenly wanted it.

On top of sucking his dick, she wanted a tentacle up her pussy and another up her ass.

He had indulged her, but he wasn't even finished sending said tentacles up her holes when she suddenly wanted Alcippe's experience.

How was she to have his dick, have tentacles ravage her holes while also suspended in the air?

Of course, he didn't point any of this to her. He simply asked, "You don't?"

"I don't! I mean, not everything. Only the good bits. What's wrong with that?"

"It's impossible. That's what's wrong. How do you plan to suck my dick and have all the other things you asked from me while also suspended in the air? Unless you want to be upside down, finish a few first before hungering for more."

Byron had not realized he was giving her ideas.

Her eyes twinkled with excitement.

"Oh, actually, that would be so good! Gosh, me, upside down, your dick in my mouth, your magic touch in my ass and my pussy while floating in the air. I want it! Hehe!"

If Byron had any hand that wasn't busy, he would have facepalmed in bewilderment.

"See what I meant? You want everything!"

"What's wrong with that, I ask?"

"I told you. It's impossible."

"Is it?"

To be honest, Byron didn't know. Could he suspend two people at once? Was his Sensation Smoke that capable? Perhaps if he were to level it a few more times, but not now.

I haven't even tried. He reminded himself.

"Well?" Queen Otrera prompted when he went quiet for a while.

Byron didn't want to put Alcippe back on the ground. He gulped, having glanced at her pussy. When he was distracted talking to the Queen, he had subconsciously stopped pulling Alcippe toward him.

Now, looking at her beautiful pussy, hairy and virgin, the urge to bury his tongue between its folds overcame him. Suddenly, the tentacles were jerking Alcippe toward him at an alarming speed. She gasped, startled.

Her hands had been on the back of her neck, clasped firmly so that even if she did move them involuntarily she would not be able to touch her pussy.

Her fear was substantiated by the ball with tiny tentacles made out of the smoke Byron had pumped through her hymen. It was still inside her pussy, stimulating her in ways she never imagined.

She was squirming and wriggling like an insect trapped in a spider's web.

And moaning.

In his eagerness to eat her pussy, Byron had jerked her towards him and immediately brushed his tongue over her hairy pussy, forgetting that he was yet to answer Queen Otrera.

When she saw this, she was annoyed.

"Well?" she prompted once more.

Grudgingly, he pulled his tongue away from Alcippe's beautiful pussy and cast his gaze down to look at the queen. But it wasn't the queen he addressed. "Ali, now you can touch yourself."

"Thank you, O Byron, God of..."

"I told you not to do that. Touch yourself!"

She did.

"How does it feel?"

"So good! Oh, this area feels even better."

It was her clitoris.

"That's its only job. To feel better when touched. Use your saliva to moisturize the area. The juices from your pussy are even better. Aha! That's it! Good girl! Just like that. Keep rubbing it and don't stop unless I say so."

After this, he cast his gaze back to Queen Otrera.

"I thought you had forgotten my existence," she said, angry.

"I thought the same when I could no longer feel your lips around my dick. Are you tired of it? Should I give it to Mel instead."

"Don't threaten me! Just give me what I want. We don't need to be arguing, wasting our precious time. We shouldn't sour this moment."

She did have a point. When she had wished to float in the air like Alcippe, Byron should not have joked about it. He should have checked if it was possible for his tentacles to suspend two people in the air.

That's what he did now.

He released another batch of Sensation Smoke, coiled tentacles around the Queen's waist, arms, legs and thighs before seizing her into the air.

It worked.

He didn't feel any change. No strain. Nothing to indicate that lifting two people with his tentacles was a bad idea.

"Wow!" The Queen exclaimed in wonder. "It's amazing. See? It's possible, after all! I'm glad I pressed you. Now then, flip me so I can suck your dick upside down. And don't forget about my ass and my pussy. I want something thrusting into both holes while your dick thrusts into my mouth. O, Byron! Hurry! I'm drooling just thinking about it."

The idea wasn't unpleasant to Byron either. He wanted so badly to feel all she had just described.

All that, plus Alcippe's pussy on his face, Mel's moans in his ear and the other girls screams of pleasure as his tentacles ravaged their tight holes and his tendrils teased their sensitive areas.

He couldn't afford to delay this any longer.

Easily he flipped the queen and pulled her face toward his dick. Upsidedown, with a tentacle plugging into her pussy and another into her ass.

She screamed, but the dick inside her throat muffled everything.

Byron watched in fascination as both tentacles slammed into her holes, pulled back, dived in again. Suddenly he wanted to slap her ass too.

He jerked her closer, slapped her ass hard.

She screamed again and again.

He could feel the orgasmic tension building inside him, all the more reason to intensify the spanking, to intensify the speed at which his tentacles were slamming into the girls, to...

Suddenly, hot liquid rained onto his face. He looked up.

Alcippe!

How had he forgotten about her?

She looked at him, horrified. "Forgive me, O Byron! I didn't mean to. It happened so suddenly. I felt funny, then... Then it... Oh, I'm so embarrassed! So ashamed. How can I do such a thing to you? I tried to stop it but I... I... Oh, where am I to hide?"