Chapter 233
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 233
Chapter Title: A Bitch and a Slave
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From the corridor earlier where my patience had finally run out, we arrived at the stairs just below the bedroom, still stuck together like we'd been glued in place, our bodies locked as one.
Atalanta remained impaled on my cock, clinging to me as tightly as a cicada on a branch.
She usually projected that proud, fierce image of a battle-hardened warrior, but when the heat rose in her like this, she let me see this side—draped all over me.
Maybe it stemmed from how fragile her personality had been in those old memories, enough to make her struggle, or perhaps it was the backlash against her everyday tough-girl facade.
Like the doggy style against the corridor railing just before, or this so-called mating press we were in now.
When we fucked, Atalanta preferred positions where she felt crushed beneath me, overpowered and ravished.
"Hauk! Th-this feels... so good...♥"
As if proving my thoughts, she rubbed her stiff nipples against my chest and begged me in that coquettish voice.
"Hold me... hold me tight..."
One of Greece's greatest heroes, the one and only female warrior unmatched since ancient times, the stunning beauty even the gods coveted—she writhed in ecstasy, pleading with me.
That sight ignited my male conquest drive to its peak, my embedded cock surging with heat.
"Hngh!? It... it's swelling inside..."
-Squish...!
Her inner walls writhed in response to my swelling shaft, squeezing down on my entire length like a counterattack.
"Ngh?!"
"Hngh!... Heh, hehe."
Her unexpected retaliation nearly made me blow right then.
As I gasped in dizzying pleasure, Atalanta—still draped over me—flashed a sly grin through her sweat-slicked face.
"D-did... my inside... f-feel good?"
"Huh?"
Well, look at you?
She gazed up at me with a triumphant smile, like she'd won some battle.
Such a naughty girl needed punishment.
It was only natural.
"You asked me to hold you, right?"
Whenever we paused like this for a breather, Atalanta would provoke me with a teasing whisper and that smile.
But the outcome was always more than she could handle...
I gripped her sweat-slick ass and thrust hard, making her crimson eyes shake wildly.
"W-wait!"
"Wait? No chance."
I clamped down on her ass and thighs, then snapped my hips upward while still buried deep inside her.
-Slap!
"Hiyaaak!"
Her tightly gripping walls yielded as my cock plunged back to her deepest depths, drawing a near-scream from Atalanta.
"Hnn... hnnngh...!"
"Like this? Is this how you wanted me to hold you?"
-Slap! Slap! Slap!
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Wet smacks and sticky squelches filled the air.
With every sound, her crimson hair thrashed wildly.
Her warm, chocolate-brown breasts, slick with sweat, caressed my chest softly, their stiff peaks jutting out insistently, demanding attention.
Blissful ecstasy overwhelmed us from every angle.
"Haaang! Hiaat!?"
Completely at my mercy, Atalanta finally let out the moans she'd been holding back, swept away by the pleasure I drove into her.
"It... it's rough... too much... j-just a break... hauk!♥"
"Tired already? Should I stop?"
-Slap!
Tears and sweat smeared her sweetly melted face as she begged, but I ignored her and kept pistoning my hips.
She shook her head fiercely, even in her delirious state, when I flashed a wicked grin and asked.
"Love it... I loooove it... so, so good!?"
-Slap! Slap! Slap!
It was perfect.
A queen who ruled a nation, one of history's greatest female warriors—reduced to shrieking in ecstasy at my whim, begging me for mercy with everything on the line.
Every cry dripped with pleasure and rapture, stirring my primal conquest lust to a frenzy.
Atalanta was pure temptation.
And her body? That glossy chocolate skin brimmed with endless vitality, her walls clamping my cock from all sides like in her wrestling matches, desperately milking for my seed.
Her sharp, fierce beauty softened as she gazed at me, melted by love and lust.
Her full breasts pressed warm and soft against my chest like a caress, those perky nipples sending electric jolts every time they dragged across my skin.
In a word, Atalanta was a walking hazard—melting minds and exploding libidos.
I was as lost in the pleasure as she was, desperate to burrow even deeper inside her.
-Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Heek! Hauk! Haaang!♥"
The wet slaps of flesh intensified, her endless moans spilling out as her red tongue lolled, craving more.
"I-I'm... I'm... gonna cum...!"
"M-me too... any second...!"
She strained her limp limbs, begging, while I gritted my teeth against the rising heat from deep inside and ramped up my pace.
-Slap-slap-slap!!!
"Hiiiiiik! I'm... c-cumming...!"
Atalanta heaved ragged breaths, writhing.
I sealed her quivering lips with mine, tangling our tongues as her pink flesh shook between them.
-Mmph! Mmmphh!
Whether from lack of air or pure ecstasy, she thrashed in my arms, moaning into the kiss.
Pleasure, motion, breath—all of it, as a woman and a warrior, she surrendered to me completely.
She looked pitiful, like a butterfly caught in a child's grasp, yet it spiced my lust to the max.
For her, it was a brutal new pleasure she'd never known.
Atalanta had lived unrivaled under heaven and earth, save for her mentor Chiron and foster mother Karyklo.
-Mmph! Mmmphhh!♥!!
No pride remained in those sweetly melted eyes begging to be conquered, dominated.
Awakening her instincts as a bitch, submitting to the male, drowned in violent bliss.
That pleasure invaded the great hero, corrupting her.
The queen's red eyes dissolved in ecstasy, her warrior's pride crumbled sweetly, filling with me instead.
Queen. Warrior.
Yet bitch and slave to lust.
This moment, Atalanta was mine alone—and forever would gaze only at me, my possession.
"Ngh!"
That thought hit me, and climax surged unbidden; my spasming hips drove my cock straight into her womb.
-Spurt! Spluuurt!!
"Hnnnnghh!!"
My tip slammed into her womb in an instant.
Shivering in bliss, I unleashed my load straight into her core.
"Hnn... hnnngh...♥"
Pinned against the wall, her body arched like a bow once more; with her lips still sealed to mine, her muffled moans echoed in my head.
-Spurt! Spurt!
This ejaculation dwarfed the one in the corridor earlier—twice as long, at least—and each pulse made her convulse in orgasm, squeezing me tight.
"Heuk! Heuh! Heung...♥"
Exhausted from back-to-back climaxes, she slumped against my shoulder when I released her lips, going limp.
-Twitch! Twitch!
"Hnn♥ Heng...♥"
Her pussy spasmed in afterglow, her body shuddering in rhythm.
Watching her whimper in sync stirred my male satisfaction, bringing my senses back.
"Even for such an open-minded place..."
Once, mere steps from the office.
Twice more, en route to the bedroom while still connected.
Good thing I'd set up barriers and wards around us for the main event—otherwise, the newly crowned queen's dignity would've hit the dirt.
"Di... Dianes..."
"Atalanta?"
She stirred in my arms, panting as she whispered.
"To... to the bedroom...♥"
She murmured it with a coquettish smile.
Her shaky voice cut off midway, but guessing the rest wasn't hard.
"Right. Securing the royal bloodline's important too."
"Eh? Wh-what?"
All my bonds were anything but ordinary; who knew when we'd get time like this again?
Beyond raw lust, mentioning kids outright made her eyes go wide.
"H-heirs?"
"Yeah, heirs. Our kids."
I hoisted her up and bounded up the stairs.
Resolved to sire this kingdom's heirs, I kicked open the bedroom door and tossed her onto the bed.
"Kyaa~♥ Y-you beast! Kids? I haven't even..."
She beamed a playful scolding, but spread her arms and legs wide toward me, panting seductively.
Sweat-glistened full breasts and her pussy leaking fluids—all on blatant display, pure instinctual temptation.
"...."
What more words did we need?
The crescent moon still hung high; this night stretched endlessly.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Haaaaang♥"
Lewd squelches and coquettish whimpers soon filled the bedroom.