Chapter 89: Queen's Choice -4-
Arthur gently laid Penthesilea down on the thick fur spread across the floor of the tent.
The red glow of the small brazier softly wrapped around her long silver-white hair, making her beautiful face stand out all the more.
The sharp, warrior-like expression she had worn before was gone. In its place was the face of a woman, colored by shyness, anticipation, and love slowly coming into bloom.
As her silver armor was removed piece by piece, her voluptuous body was revealed.
Her broad shoulders, slender waist, and above all her breasts, so large and firm they looked almost heavy, seized Arthur’s gaze at once.
"Penthesilea... you’re truly beautiful. To think you could shine like this... as a woman."
At Arthur’s low voice, her cheeks flushed red.
He first covered her lips softly with his own. The kiss gradually deepened, their tongues savoring each other.
Inside her mouth was sweet and hot.
Arthur licked down the nape of her neck, kissed along her collarbone, and finally buried his face in those enormous breasts.
Soft, warm flesh enveloped his face. He took one nipple into his mouth and slowly sucked on it, while his other hand kneaded and pinched the opposite breast.
"Mm...! Haa... Arthur... there... too hard...♡"
Penthesilea’s moan rang through the tent.
Her hand stroked Arthur’s head, then gradually pulled him closer with more force.
Arthur slid his hand down along her abdomen, licked her navel with his tongue, and at last buried his face between her legs.
Her pussy was already soaked, giving off scorching heat. Arthur licked her clit, sucked on her folds, and pushed his tongue inside. Her hips bucked violently.
"Aaah! Th-there...! It feels... too good...♡!"
Her legs tightened around Arthur’s head, and she trembled as pleasure she had never known before coursed through her body.
The body that had harbored nothing but hatred for so many long years was now awakening together with feelings of love.
Arthur drove her right to the brink of climax, then stopped and removed his own clothes. When his hard, massive cock was revealed, Penthesilea’s eyes widened.
She reached out and carefully wrapped her hand around it. At the hot, throbbing sensation, her breathing quickened.
"This is... what will... fill me? ...It frightens me, and yet... I look forward to it."
Arthur spread her legs and slowly brought himself to her entrance. Then he gradually pushed in. Her narrow, burning interior clamped down on him tightly.
"Ghh... so... tight... Is this what an Amazon woman is like?"
"Uaaah! Arthur...! Too... big... and deep...! It feels like... my body is going to tear apart...!"
The moment they were fully joined, the two of them embraced and stayed still for a long while.
Arthur slowly began to move his hips.
As his steady piston-like thrusts continued, her full breasts swayed.
Sweat dampened both their bodies.
Penthesilea clung to Arthur’s back and moved her hips in time with his rhythm. In her heart, the remnants of hatred were melting away completely.
"Arthur... I love you...♡ To think... you could be this warm... Make me... into a woman...♡"
Their movements gradually grew more violent. Arthur turned her over, held her from behind, and drove himself deep into her.
The sound of her ass slapping against his pelvis echoed through the tent.
"Haa... Arthur... if you touch me... that gently... it feels like my body is going to melt...♡"
His hands carefully kneaded her ample breasts, circling her nipples with his fingers as he fondled them.
At the end of every thrust, her inner walls seemed to tighten and suck him in.
Time passed. Thirty minutes, one hour, two hours... Arthur’s extraordinary stamina showed no end.
He kept changing positions as he took her.
On their sides, he lifted her leg and thrust deep inside; then he put her on top and made her move her hips herself; then he pressed her down from behind like a dog; then lifted her up again and took her standing.
At first Penthesilea, overflowing with joy, responded eagerly, but as time passed she gradually grew exhausted.
Her body was drenched in sweat, and her legs trembled. Her breathing turned ragged, and even her moans slowly became weak.
"Arthur... haa, haa... too... long... my... body is... burning up... my legs... won’t move..."
Her eyelids grew heavy, and her body wavered as if she might collapse.
And yet Arthur was still holding her and moving strongly, relentlessly. The power of his red dragon displayed a virility beyond human limits. Gently lifting her into his arms, he whispered:
"Not yet, Penthesilea. Until I make you completely mine... I’m going to keep going."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Penthesilea’s eyes flashed. Gritting her teeth, she gathered the last of her strength.
"...Then I must rise to your expectations! [Outrage Amazon] (Perish beneath my wrath, Hero)!!!"
As her Noble Phantasm was released, her body was explosively strengthened. Her muscles swelled, her silver hair whipped wildly in a mad wind, and her crimson eyes, turned into reverse pupils, blazed.
Forcing her exhausted body back up with the power of a Berserker, she roughly shoved Arthur down and climbed on top of him.
Her movements, now frenzied, were incomparably more violent than before.
She swallowed Arthur’s cock deep inside herself and moved while rotating her hips like a madwoman. Her breasts bounced, and the sound of her ass smashing hard against Arthur’s pelvis rang through the entire tent.
She raked her nails across Arthur’s chest and shoulders, and sometimes bent down to suck at his nipples as if biting them.
Of course, his body was so sturdy that no wounds were left.
But her mind, at least, had completely submitted to the power of Arthur’s red dragon. Even in the midst of madness, her voice was full of love.
"Arthur...! I love you...! Even in this madness... I want you so badly...♡! Harder...! Use me... as much as you please♡!"
Arthur suppressed the mind that should have been overflowing with a Berserker’s madness by pressing it down with the mana of his red dragon.
From below, Arthur drove his hips up hard and took the lead over her.
Their movements meshed together perfectly, and new climaxes came one after another.
In her Berserker state, she endured for dozens more minutes without tiring.
Arthur lifted her up, stood her against the wall, and pounded into her roughly from behind. Her legs dangled in the air, trembling, while her juices dripped down onto the floor.
They returned to the floor again and repeated one position after another.
When she, true to a Berserker, pinned Arthur down and moved wildly on top of him, Arthur smacked her ass hard and thrust even deeper.
When she turned around and bent over, Arthur grabbed her hair and fucked her like a dog.
Their coupling continued for more than three hours, then four.
Her rampaging body, even using the roar of the war god, endured Arthur’s overwhelming virility.
Inside her was already slick and messy with semen and her own juices, but the power of her Noble Phantasm kept making her tighten around him, spurring him on.
"Haa... haa... Arthur... I’m so full of your semen... it feels like my belly is going to fill up... but still... give me more♡!"
Looking up at Arthur with her reverse pupils, she kissed him as if pleading.
Arthur hoisted her up and, holding her in his arms while standing, began his final spurt. At the end of that fierce motion, the two of them reached climax at the same time.
Arthur’s hot semen gushed powerfully deep into her womb, and Penthesilea trembled all over as the most intense orgasm of her life overtook her.
"Aaaaahhh!!! Arthur!!! I love you! I love you♡!! I am... completely... yours...!!!"
As her Noble Phantasm slowly released, her body went limp. Truly exhausted now, she collapsed completely into Arthur’s arms.
Her body smeared with sweat and fluids, she buried her face in Arthur’s chest and panted for breath.
"I can’t... move anymore... my body... feels like it’s melted away...♡"
Her voice was filled through and through with love that had utterly melted her down. Now a woman in full, she gently stroked Arthur’s cheek with a powerless hand and gave him a tender, sweet smile.
"But... I’m happy. Because you’re... this strong... and held me all the way to the end... now I am... a woman who loves only you♡"
When Arthur gently pulled her close and kissed her forehead, Penthesilea let out a satisfied sigh and nestled deep into his embrace.
And so, on the night before they headed for Orkney, the hours deepened with the two of them’s burning love and a new beginning.
She had now become a complete lovestruck woman, remade into someone who existed for Arthur alone.
"...Still not quite enough."
Of course, she had lasted a long time, but Arthur’s virility went beyond even that. Dragons were said to be overflowing with lust by nature, after all. Such transcendent power, stamina, and sexual appetite.
He had wanted, if possible, to spend tonight with Penthesilea alone, but she had ultimately fainted.
It is said that Arthur then called in his wives, starting with Ushiwakamaru, who had been patrolling nearby, and kept going until morning broke.
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