Chapter 232
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 232
Chapter Title: Queen and Warrior, But...
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Atalanta was now a queen.
To put it simply, this vast land of Arcadia was hers, and the people who had been driven to fury even against their king (though Jason's scheme and her support had played a part) had laid down their weapons, eager to live in the healing and abundance she brought, and returned to their posts.
It was truly miraculous. The retainers who had been promoted through Peleus or who had returned of their own accord knelt before her and swore their loyalty.
When she stepped outside, the people knelt, and even her comrades—mere deputies to their captains—bowed their heads respectfully in public.
Though Arcadia and Tegea had been so devastated that they couldn't compare even to Thespiae, let alone Athens, resembling villages more than kingdoms.
Yet with the gods' renewed blessings, Arcadia was swiftly reclaiming its former prosperity, gradually taking on the form of the ideal paradise she had seen in her dreams.
Hephaestus's sons and Athena's disciples had joined forces to rebuild the Tegea palace both practically and beautifully.
Scattering an aura that repelled all eyes, she crossed the palace, passionately pursuing her vital duties as queen—and her own dreams.
"Haa, haa... I can't take it anymore."
-Drip!
Her body had been burning hot for far too long.
Her life-filled arms wrapped around Dianes's neck, and his firm arms locked her waist in place.
"Do that... do that for me, Dianes. Please?"
The beautiful queen who had boldly raised her fist before countless people.
The valiant warrior who had fiercely clashed with giants, wagering her life.
The great sovereign whom no one dared belittle as a mere woman—this lord clung to him, yearning to be just one woman.
It was a tantalizing situation no man could refuse.
"Hoo... Don't blame me if you regret it?"
A hint of fatigue in his voice, those black eyes—typically brimming with intellect and composure—lost their reason bit by bit, now glaring at her like a starving beast, growling low.
"Ah... haa♥!"
-Chuuuup!
His breath crashed into her as if to devour her very soul.
With no chance to moan from the hot respiration or the iron arms binding her back and waist, her mind melted under that fervent kiss.
"Chuuup. Heup!"
"Chuuuup...!"
The warrior who hadn't yielded an inch to that massive giant was unwittingly pushed back.
One step, two steps, and exactly on the third, her retreat halted against the hard pillar pressing into her back.
Then came the feast of pleasure.
The terrifyingly addictive masculine scent burrowing deep into her lungs.
The lewd chorus filling her ears.
The black eyes flashing as if to consume her.
Queen, warrior, kingdom, even the martial arts she took such pride in—all forgotten, reduced to a fool knowing nothing but him, as the onslaught of ecstasy continued.
"Heup!"
-Drip!
A chill precursor trickling down her spine made her eyes widen like saucers, her body shuddering as it begged him.
"Eup! Heup!"
That which she always craved and anticipated.
Yet right before it, instinctual fear made her plead with Dianes to stop, just for a moment.
"..."
-Chuuuup!
He answered only with a sly smile and an even deeper kiss.
'Ah, no...'
Her vision whitening, breaths ragged and disordered—she knew it was already too late.
'Ah... aaa♥'
It's coming.
The cruel force that turns queens into beasts and warriors into captives.
The thought alone struck her like lightning, a dizzying pleasure piercing through.
"Huuung♥!"
-Shudder!
Her melting body arched like a bow, shaking wildly beyond her control.
Violent ecstasy squeezed her heart like a vise, crimson eyes flaring.
-Squirt! Splurt!
Her already soaked lower half wailed, spraying hot juices everywhere, and she collapsed against her lover, who caught her ragged breaths without missing a beat.
"Haa, haa..."
Her breathing was rough.
Rougher than after passionate training under the midsummer sun with him.
Her mind melted sweetly like boiled honey, those eyes always flashing with fighting spirit now wet with pleasure, tempting his lust.
"Atalanta."
"Uh... yeah?"
"Turn around."
"Huh?"
"Turn. Around."
The voice that had leisurely instructed and guided her moments ago was now rough and savage, like a starving beast.
"...Yes♥"
Dianes commanded her like a slave.
Atalanta giggled dreamily and obeyed with polite grace.
She had no choice.
No matter how many feats she accomplished outside, how valiant a warrior she was.
Before Dianes, Atalanta was nothing but a slave who could only beg for his love and submit to it.
Just like treasure from the deep sea.
Gazing at Tegea slowly falling asleep under the darkening sky, she gripped the corridor railing and presented her rear to him.
The cool night air pleasantly cooled her fevered body.
But she knew the real thing was just beginning.
"Not just wet—it's a damn flood."
-Squish!
"Heek!"
Like handling an object, a thick finger plunged into her drenched pussy.
Her shoulders trembled at the intrusion into her hypersensitive folds, needing no foreplay, but Dianes continued the caress with a amused lilt, savoring her reaction.
-Squish, squish, squish.
"Hit! Heut! Haa♥!"
Each stroke along her inner walls made her body twitch in lewd dance.
She felt like an instrument.
One that cried out in ecstasy at his touch, weeping at his fingering.
"G-Good... so good!"
Instruments don't speak for themselves.
They only raise their voice as the master desires.
And pleased with her cries, the fingers playing her slowly withdrew.
'No, don't...!'
She wanted just a bit more of that pleasure.
To forget everything in the white-hot bliss he bestowed, trembling in rapture.
Even as her pussy clenched desperately to hold it, the emptiness from its complete withdrawal washed over her briefly.
-Plunge!
"Hyaaaa?!"
A massive foreign object invaded without warning.
The overwhelming sensation, like being impaled on a spear, nearly made her forget to breathe.
Her arms buckled from gripping the railing; without the strong hand seizing her wrist, she would have collapsed.
Hot, hard, throbbing like a living thing—this heavy mass burrowing into her pussy.
And the man's bestial rut that truly reduced her to a beast filled Atalanta with even fear.
"D-D-D-Dianes...?"
"Hold on tight."
Everything of hers was already in his grasp.
Even the arms on the railing were caught in his hands, he had delved to her deepest core, and her mind held only him.
"Breathe slowly."
"Uh, uhn..."
Though they'd coupled countless times, his violent rut always overwhelmed her like this.
Like a butterfly caught in a child's hand, she surrendered her body to his touch, begging for mercy to avoid crumbling.
"Hoo... hoooo... hoooot?"
As she followed his words, slowly deep-breathing to relax her rigid body, the tension melted, pleasure rippling from her lower abdomen to heat her whole form.
"Better now?"
"W-Wait a sec..."
-Squish!
Seeing her breaths steady and body responding to pleasure, Dianes began to move.
Gripping her wrists tight, his cock thrust deep inside in an instant.
"Eut!?"
Atalanta jolted as the veined shaft scraped her walls.
She writhed, rough breaths bursting as ecstasy clawed up her spine.
-Squish! Squish! Squish!
"Haaak! Good! Haaang! M-More!"
"This what you like? So much for Her Majesty the Queen—you'd make even the hetairai weep."
"Good, so gooood! Keep going, just like this..."
Once more, the instrument sang out.
Atalanta wailed in coquettish moans matching his rhythm, lost in ecstasy.
Like a thing used by him, a whore solely for him.
Below, lewd wet slaps from welcoming his embodiment; above, desperate cries and moans as she gasped to his thrusts.
Even his playful taunts, mingled with heated breaths and grunts, proved he felt her too—that Dianes craved and devoured her—spurring her frenzy faster.
-Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Heut! Haaeut!"
Her sweat- and juice-soaked hips smacked against his abs with wet sounds.
Before long, Atalanta rocked her waist to crave more pleasure in time with him, another chill creeping up her spine.
"D-Diaaanes..."
"Atalanta!"
Atalanta, forgetting human speech, moaning like a beast.
Dianes called her name in a groan, plunging even deeper.
-Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Heeeeeut!!"
Her waist arched like a bow again, tears spilling from her trembling face.
Dianes's rut ravaged her depths, her body reaching its limit.
He drove into her desperately, her pussy clenching fiercely amid the bliss.
And.
"Kgh!"
-Spurt!!
Dianes unleashed hot seed into Atalanta's womb.
Like lava filling her belly, scorching hot.
Yet that heat brought not pain, but ultimate ecstasy.
"Haaaaang!!"
Feeling her vessel fill to the brim, Atalanta threw her head back, climaxing at tonight's peak with a piercing cry.