Chapter 122: Queen Otrera is Back

The twins crying, their mother screaming, their father grunting... If someone were to pass outside a house with such noises coming out of it, they would have thought the whole family was in danger and called the police.

But this wasn’t the police world. It was the Amazon world. Horny amazons. Even if they had not been distracted by the battle against Tusked-wolves down the castle, they would not have heard those sounds and thought something was amiss. They would not have worried. They would have instead been jealous. They would have wished they were the ones inside with Byron, screaming.

The wet slaps of body to body as Byron slammed into Strawberry was all amazons dreamed of, even the chaste Alcippe.

Strawberry’s out-of-breath ah and oh as Byron’s hand fell onto her soft ass was a tune they all wished to sing.

And Strawberry knew this. That’s why she didn’t hold back. The twins were already crying. Why else would she be silent? She might as well earn some respect among the other amazons.

When it spread that she was giving birth, most in the fortress had been confused.

How could she give birth when we never saw her pregnant? They had asked.

When some of them pointed out her strange habit of staying in her room and how she was always either in bed or buried under long and loose garments whenever they took food to her room or went there to seek her blessing, the questions changed.

Who could have impregnated her then? Surely it’s not Byron. When? How?

They couldn’t fathom the idea of someone so meek, so prudish like her getting laid.

She was a priestess. She was pure. Was she even capable of it? They mused.

It was like how even though teenagers know how they were conceived, none of them are able to imagine their parents in bed, making love. When they get older, they come to accept it, but think of it as vanilla, not something so energetic and passionate, let alone rough.

Now Strawberry was announcing to all the amazons down the castle that she too could feel pleasure. That she too could give pleasure. That she could be passionate. That she liked it rough. That she could be a whore if she wanted. That her twins were not some accident that befell an innocent virgin priestess.

The crying of her twins didn’t seem to bother her. She was screaming even louder than them, as if to silence them.

Her only concern was pleasure. She was begging Byron for more slaps on her ass, begging him to thrust into her harder and faster, telling him to not stop until he released deep inside her.

He wanted the same thing, so he gave her everything she begged for and added all she had forgotten about.

Things like pulling her by the hair, grabbing her face to twist her neck so she could look back at him as he pounded her ass and choking her to see the veins in her face bulge as her face became red.

He wanted to see her tears, to feel her squirm as she struggled to catch some breath, to see her drool and grab at the couch desperately like a drowning person reaching for a lifeline thrown a few inches away from her.

"It’s hot!" he grunted, meaning it both figuratively and literally. It could have been her sultry face that he meant to call hot, her pussy, her body or the act of her begging for him to be more rough with her. It didn’t matter what he meant. Any of those things was both hot in every sense of that word.

It was also sweet. Of course, not sweet and short. It was sweet and long.

It must have been half an hour of Strawberry screaming and squirming and shaking when Byron’s body gave him signs announcing to him that he was about to come.

He passed the announcement to Strawberry in a muffled grunt of pleasure. "I’m gonna come!"

"Ins-inside m-me p-please!" she begged. She wanted to get pregnant and give him another set of twins.

Even if she had wanted otherwise, Byron couldn’t have been able to stop himself. Her pussy was that sweet. That wet. That tight. It was too good for him to pull out.

His body went rigid, then shook once, twice, thrice; all the time releasing his seed deep inside her cunt. He could swear he felt the tip of his dick onto the entrance to her womb.

Whether it was because of this, or because of the warm liquid he was squirting inside her, Strawberry also started shaking.

Byron lifted her, his dick still inside her pussy only to fall with her back onto the couch. They remained tangled for a few minutes, both too spent to rush to the rescue of the crying twins.

"That was amazing!" said Strawberry when she finally caught her breath. Her face was dripping with sweat, red and almost swollen. The cum Byron had released on it had either turned translucent or got washed away by her sweat. None of this had wiped joy off of it though. If anything, she seemed happier than any woman in the world.

Byron leaned closer and kissed her lips. It was a soft kiss, affectionate.

"You’re amazing!" he told her.

She smiled and kissed him again, then pulled away from him, her pussy squelching as Byron’s dick slid out.

It was a creampie!

Byron smiled in satisfaction.

"Come! The twins want their daddy too."

Byron didn’t move. He wanted to see her walk away. Strawberry knew this. She turned to smile at him, then walked like she was bouncing here and there, teasing him with her hips. Her pussy was still dripping the creampie down her thighs.

"Have you ever seen a blood moon?" he asked.

"Of course I did. What of it?"

"Your ass looks the same."

"It’s your goddamn slaps. It’s like you can’t control your hand whenever your eyes catch sight of my ass."

"Just like you can’t control your mouth from begging for more whenever your ass feels my hand upon it."

"It feels so good. Can’t get enough! "

"Even now that your ass is all swollen?"

She had reached the twins. She picked up one and held him close to her breast before turning around to say, "Even now!"

She started walking back to the couch. "Come and take Berrek."

Byron jumped to his feet.

When they passed by each other, he held her by the waist and landed four consecutive spanks on her ass.

"Ah~ ah! You pervert. I’m holding the baby."

Byron just laughed. "It didn’t seem to bother you back when you told me to fuck your brains out while holding him."

Strawberry stuck her tongue out in a gotcha gesture and walked away.

Byron reached Berrek, grabbed him and sprinted back to the couch.

Strawberry already sat nursing Berry. Byron sat beside her, pressing his body to hers. He propped Berrek to the other boob and watched with joy as the tiny hands quickly reached for it and took the swollen nipple into the tiny mouth to nurse.

He shifted his gaze to Berry and stared at him for a moment, then back at Berrek, to Berry again and back but didn’t see anything he could use to differentiate one from the other.

"Seriously, how do you tell them apart?" he asked their mother.

"They don’t look the same to me. Although, sometimes even I can’t tell. I can see the subtle differences but forget who they belong to. That’s why I sewed a dot onto Berry’s collar and two dots onto Berrek’s."

She tagged the collar to show him. The dots were so tiny that one would not see them if he wasn’t looking for them, or if he did, thought them as insignificant.

He voiced this.

Strawberry laughed.

"I only want to know which is which. It leaves the girls in awe when they get confused and panic, only for me to confidently tell them who is number one and who is number two. Now they have names. I think the girls are gonna love them even more."

It made Byron happy to hear how the amazons were happy to hold the babies, even the aloof Alcippe.

Strawberry told him about the first day she allowed them to come into her room to see the babies. She had stood in the window and shouted down the castle that they could come into her room. It was chaos on the spiralling stairs as they competed to be the ones first to arrive. The ones first to touch the babies. Even Alyscipe and Queen Otrera ran up the stairs that day.

Byron laughed with her, holding her, holding his child, looking at his second child...

’I’m a happy man!’ he said to himself.

And Strawberry looked a happy woman too.

And the twins.

Byron could stay like this for eternity and he wouldn’t complain.

He was about to thank Strawberry for all of this, to tell her what an amazing mother she was when a stink hit his nostrils.

"Did the baby just fart?" he asked, wrinkling his nose, laughing.

Strawberry lifted her head, sniffed, then her nose wrinkled too.

"No. Not the baby. That’s Queen Otrera. She’s back."

Byron furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"