I couldn''t help but smirk at her reaction, her rage a perfect mirror to her frustration. "Now, let''s make this interesting," I taunted, my voice dripping with anticipation. My hand pressed firmly against her flat, sculpted stomach, the heat of her body scorching my palm. She squirmed beneath my grip, her every movement desperate, wild.

    "It will hurt more if you struggle, Penthesilea," I warned, my tone dark, teasing. Her gaze locked onto mine, her cheeks flushed crimson—whether from anger or something deeper, she''d never admit.

    "Let go of me!" she snarled, her voice a symphony of shame and wrath. "I won''t accept this humiliation!" Her fists clenched, nails biting into her palms, as if sheer will alone would free her.

    Her protest only heightened the thrill, a spark igniting something primal within me. I shifted, positioning myself, the heat of her body calling to mine. Slowly, deliberately, I aligned myself with her entrance. The slick resistance of her untouched core was a reminder of her defiance, of the walls I was about to breach.

    Her entire body tensed as I pressed forward. Her gasp was sharp, torn from her throat as I claimed her. "Nnghhh!!" The sound burst from her lips unbidden, her eyes flying wide as pain rippled through her. It was a sound that spoke of disbelief, a warrior unprepared for this new battlefield.

    She had braved countless wounds in combat, her body a temple of scars and strength. But this? This pain reached depths no blade could touch, tearing through the armor she had spent a lifetime building.

    I surged deeper, feeling her tense around me, unyielding at first. Her virginity gave way, a threshold crossed, her breath hitching as her body betrayed her. "Hghn!" she hissed, biting down hard on her lip, trying to contain the storm of emotions swelling within her.

    Her body was a battlefield, muscles quivering beneath the strain, her skin flushed with the heat of exertion and something more. The sheen of sweat on her brow glistened, catching the dim light as her breaths grew shallow. The fire in her eyes dimmed, flickering between rage, disbelief, and an unspoken vulnerability.

    Her chest rose and fell rapidly, a rhythm that matched the frantic pace of her heart. "You...bastard," she whispered again, but the venom in her voice was laced with something else now—a waver, a hesitation. Her body began to respond despite her will, the tension in her muscles melting under the heat coursing through her veins. Her resistance, once fierce, faltered as the sensations overwhelmed her, rendering her silent but for the occasional ragged gasp.

    Penthesilea''s bronzed skin gleamed with sweat, each bead tracing the curves of her body, glistening as though the gods themselves had sculpted her. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving, and her eyes locked on mine, a mixture of defiance and surrender swimming in their depths.

    "You want a baby?" I growled, my voice rough with raw desire and authority, each word dripping with power as I thrust deep inside her. "Then take the responsibility!"

    The force of my hips drove her slender frame into the furs beneath us. Penthesilea arched her back with a strangled groan, her lips parting in an almost silent cry. "Ngh??!!" she gasped, her voice trembling with both pain and burgeoning pleasure. Her toes curled tightly, betraying the internal war she was fighting. Her body strained, a fortress unwilling to yield, yet every movement of her hips betrayed her longing. Slowly, inevitably, the pleasure began to overshadow the sting, and her resistance faltered.

    Her waist moved of its own accord, grinding against mine, urging me deeper. I smirked at her futile attempt to maintain control—her first misstep in a battle she would inevitably lose. My hands slid down, gripping her firm ass, the muscles tensing beneath my fingertips as I lifted her effortlessly. Her light brown legs trembled before I raised them, resting them over my shoulders. The new angle exposed her completely to me, and I drove into her harder, the slickness of her arousal guiding every powerful thrust.

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    Her soft moans were muffled against my shoulder, her arms like steel chains wrapped around my neck, her legs still trembling from the relentless pace I had set. Yet, her body didn''t waver—still pliant, still hungry. The sensation of her tight, dripping heat gripping me through the fabric of my trousers was maddening, her grinding making me groan, my cock straining against the confining cloth.

    I growled low, the sound rumbling from deep in my chest as I hooked my hands under her thighs, lifting her further up as though she weighed nothing. Her hazy eyes widened, barely able to focus, but the trust—no, the reckless surrender—in them was unmistakable. Without a word, I carried her and slammed her back against the cold stone wall.

    THUUUD!

    The impact echoed through the chamber, the wall trembling under the force of it. Her startled gasp morphed into a long, wanton moan, her head tipping back as the sudden jolt pushed me deeper into her.

    "Haaaaaan!" Penthesilea cried out, her voice tinged with surprise and ecstasy. The abrupt angle change drove my cock to brush a spot inside her that made her body jolt, her hips twitching instinctively to press harder against me. Her pussy clenched with renewed fervor, and I could feel the wetness dripping down, soaking the fabric between us.

    Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she whimpered, her lips parting in a mix of confusion and surrender.

    I didn''t care as I began to fuck her against the wall. Each thrust was hard, deliberate, the motion slamming her back into the unforgiving surface behind her. The vibrations rippled through her body, her moans growing louder with every stroke.

    "HAAAN! HMMGH! HAAAN! SOOO GOOOD!!" Penthesilea''s cries echoed off the walls, filling the room with the music of her surrender. Her proud Amazonian strength had melted into raw, unfiltered need. The power she usually wielded so easily now radiated from me, each thrust a testament to my dominance.

    The royal guest room was already in chaos—furs and pillows tossed haphazardly, the faint scent of sex thick in the air. The heady perfume of her arousal mixed with the musk of my exertion, creating an intoxicating fog that clouded all reason. The room itself seemed to bow to the heat between us, the ornate carvings on the walls a blur in the haze of our unrelenting passion.

    Penthesilea''s breath hitched suddenly, her body stiffening as she arched against me. "C-Cumming!!!" she screamed, her voice breaking into desperate gasps as her climax overtook her. Her thighs clenched around my waist, holding me in place as her pussy spasmed around my cock, soaking me with her release.

    I smirked at the way she clung to me, her face buried in the crook of my neck, her warm breath brushing against my skin in erratic bursts. "Haaa??... haaan??... aaaahhh??..." Her soft, erotic panting sent a shiver down my spine as she rested her forehead on my shoulder, utterly spent.

    "Did you like it?" I whispered, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. My voice was low, teasing, but laced with a satisfaction that was undeniable.

    Her head tilted slightly, her damp hair sticking to her flushed skin as she managed a weak, breathy response. "Y...yeah..." The word was barely a whisper, her voice cracking under the weight of her exhaustion. Yet even in her vulnerability, there was a small, awkward grin playing at the corners of her lips—a fragile remnant of her once-indomitable pride.

    But I wasn''t done. Not even close. My cock still throbbed with need, and the sight of the Amazon Queen—disheveled, trembling, and utterly overwhelmed—only spurred me further.

    "I expect more from the Amazon Queen."