Chapter 130: Kisses and Tears

“O Byron, please forgive me! No! Punish me! Punish me harshly for that is the only way I can atone for what I have done. Punish me!”

There were tears flowing down Alcippe’s cheeks as she pleaded with him for forgiveness. For punishment. What was it? Did she want to be forgiven, or to be punished? Would punishing her be seen as forgiveness?

Byron was amused. Did she think she had done something wrong? That he would be angry with her for having squirted? Who could stop it? Who could stop an orgasm?

This was something to be proud of. She should have been celebrating and savouring her first orgasm, yet she was crying, ashamed and frightened.

Alcippe, frightened!

It was ridiculous.

Byron was happy for her. That’s why he couldn’t bear to see the fear and embarrassment on her face. It was not the Alcippe he was used to. He was used to a strong, nonchalant Alcippe who liked to watch him have sex.

He freed his hand and reached out to cup her cheek. She shrunk from his touch at first, afraid he was about to slap her. Byron was hurt. How could she think such of him? Did she think he was that cruel?

“O, Ali, I have no reason to punish you. You just had your first orgasm, that’s all. You just squirted. You should enjoy it. You really deserve it. There is no need to apologize!”

“Really?” she cried. Hot tears flowed down her chin and fell onto Byron’s face. He used his thumb to wipe the tears from her eyes. “I thought I had ruined this sweet moment. That I had…”

“No. You didn’t ruin it. If anything, you made it interesting. Be happy! Be proud! If it had been a bad thing, it would have been my fault anyway. I’m the one who is stimulating you. I’m the one who told you to touch yourself. To rub that area where it felt good until I told you to stop. Tell me, which of those things made you lose control? How did it happen?”

“I… I can’t really recall. It just happened!”

“Well, we should make it happen again then. You do want to feel it again, don’t you?”

“I do! I do! How?”

Byron almost burst into laughter.

With all the times Alcippe had watched him have sex, he’d thought she knew everything. Or that she had at least heard other Amazons talking about it.

But then again, it’s hard to know what something feels like just from rumors and observation. No amount of gossiping can prepare one for the real thing. One can know the mechanics of it, the positions and the thrusting and the moaning, but sensations have to be felt.

She had probably heard other Amazons say orgasm felt like an earthquake, like heaven, like the most beautiful thing to ever happen to them… All those descriptions have some truth to them, but they are not enough to prepare one for what the orgasm really feels like.

Byron wiped the last of her tears away. He maneuvered her closer by twisting the tentacles holding her in the air. He wanted to kiss her.

Her lips were sultry, full and wet, their color like that of ripe cherries. How could lips look like that without any botox, any lipstick or any of so many cosmetics the girls in his previous life applied to enhance their beauty so they could feel pretty?

He touched her lower lip with her thumb in wonder.

“Your lips are so beautiful! So soft. I want to kiss them.”

Her face was still that of a crying person, now from joy rather than fear or shame, but at his words it brightened with a smile.

“I would like that very much, O Byron, God of…”

“Ali, I told you not to do that.”

“Forgive me, My Lord! But you are my god. How else shall I refer to you?”

“What happened to you?” he asked, more to himself. “You’re not the Alcippe I remember. You know I’m no god.”

Tears came back to her face.

All around them, the other Amazons were still moaning in pleasure as Byron’s tentacles ravaged them.

Even Queen Otrera!

Occasionally, she would stop sucking on Byron’s dick to scream something about how it felt so good to have her ass stretched by his huge tentacle and how it felt so amazing to have her tight pussy destroyed by another.

She would scream his name and call him a god and thank him and then she would orgasm and the circle would continue.

Cocooned in his Sensation Smoke, with a huge tentacle slamming into her ass and another into her pussy, with countless tendrils teasing her nipples and her armpits and her clitoris while she sucked Byron’s dick, it made her come to a climax almost every minute.

Her orgasms were coming one after another.

Soon, Byron would also feel all those orgasms.

And those of the other Amazons.

So long as any girl orgasmed with the help of his Sensation Smoke, he would feel that orgasm once he retracted the smoke.

Byron felt both joy and dread in anticipation.

Subconsciously.

He was doing all these things on autopilot, almost insensitive to them. His only focus was on Alcippe.

Something fundamental had changed about her and he intended to know what it was. He wanted to know why she seemed to have lost her self-esteem.

He wiped away fresh tears as he asked, “Ali, why are you crying?”

She continued to sob.

He kissed her, softly at first, then passionately. He had expected her to kiss back hungrily. Instead she cried even louder.

“I almost killed you. Why aren’t you angry with me? Why are you showing me affection? When I came out to meet you outside the castle, I thought you were going to be angry. That you were going to slap me. Punch me. Call me names. Instead you were calm. You were happy. And now you are telling me how beautiful my lips are. Perhaps you don’t know that I’m the one who shot Keza out of the sky!”

Now Byron understood the change about Alcippe. She felt guilty. He shook his head.

“I know you didn’t intend to kill me. Or Keza for that matter. I know what you did you did out of love for me. You wanted to take me back from Keza. How can I fault you for that?”

More tears.

“I broke my oath of chastity because I thought you were going to demand my head once you found out I was the one who shot the arrow that almost killed both you and Keza. I was like, well, if Byron is going to kill me, I might as well feel what others have felt all this time. Now you are telling me you already knew? That you’d already forgiven me? I can’t believe this!”