Penthesilea, the Amazonian queen herself, was sitting atop me—completely bare, her bronzed skin glistening faintly under the moonlight that seeped through the cracks in the shutters. Her untamed hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her piercing eyes glowed with predatory intent, locked onto mine.

    I froze, my mind racing to process the situation. Her lips curved into a sultry, knowing smile as she leaned forward, her warmth radiating against me. The air between us seemed to crackle with her sheer presence.

    "Now," she purred, her voice low and demanding, "give me your strong seed."

    "Strong seed?" I echoed, my tone tinged with disbelief, though the constant surprises of this world had dulled my ability to be truly astonished. The queen of the Amazons herself, Penthesilea, was unabashedly asking me to father her child. If this had happened to me when I first arrived in this strange reality, I might have been stunned. But now? It was just another bizarre chapter in my life.

    Why were so many women around me suddenly obsessed with having a baby?

    Amelia had whispered her desires in hushed tones during our secret night together, hidden from the watchful eyes of classmates and students. Aisha, too, had begged for the same after our most recent, intimate encounter. Even Khillea—the mysterious woman I''d met in Achilles'' tent—had subtly hinted at her intentions. And now, Penthesilea.

    The pattern was undeniable, and yet, no less perplexing.

    "Yes," Penthesilea said with a mischievous grin, leaning against me. The warmth of her bare body seeped through my clothes as her soft, full breasts pressed lightly against my chest. Her nipples grazed my tunic, making her intent crystal clear. She wasn''t shy, nor hesitant, and carried herself with the confident allure of a warrior accustomed to taking what she wanted.

    Her beauty was captivating, yet not dainty. It was raw and fierce, like a weapon forged in the heat of battle. Her curves—especially her ample chest—stood in stark contrast to her agile, lightning-fast movements on the battlefield. Amazingly, her body didn''t seem hindered by them at all.

    "We Amazons are all women," she explained, her flushed cheeks betraying just a hint of embarrassment. "To continue our legacy, to pass on our bloodline, we must reproduce. For centuries, we''ve sought out the strongest men—worthy men. Some we take by force; others come willingly. Either way, no man would say no to a night with an Amazon, would they?" Her words carried a teasing lilt, but her golden eyes held an intense seriousness beneath the playfulness.

    Her explanation intrigued me. It was more than just biology; it was tradition and survival intertwined. "What happens if a boy is born?" I asked, keeping my voice calm and even, despite her closeness.

    Penthesilea tilted her head, seemingly amused by my question. "Hmm? A fair question. If it''s a boy, he will marry a strong Amazon and give us children until a girl is born. However..." Her eyes narrowed playfully, and a faint smirk tugged at her lips. "Not all men are capable of keeping up with us. Few can match our zeal, on the battlefield or in bed~."

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    Her eyes snapped open, a fire igniting behind them as she growled, "You''ll regret that." With renewed fervor, her hand on my cock tightened, stroking harder and faster, her movements almost punishing. The friction sent sparks of pleasure racing through me, and I couldn''t help the groan that escaped my lips.

    My resolve gave way entirely, and in one swift move, I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her down onto the bed beneath me. She let out a startled cry, her hair splaying out like a dark halo against the sheets. "What are you—!" she began, but I cut her off, pinning her hands above her head with one hand and using the other to grip her thigh, spreading her legs apart.

    "I''m taking charge," I said, lowering my voice to a growl. My gaze raked over her, from the defiance blazing in her eyes to the way her chest heaved with each ragged breath. "You''ll beg me for more before this is over."

    "You arrogant bastard!" Penthesilea snarled, her muscles tensing as if preparing to throw me off. But I was faster, pressing my body against hers, pinning her completely. My cock, now fully hard, pressed against her, and despite her protests, a flush spread across her cheeks.

    "Admit it," I whispered against her ear, letting the head of my shaft brush teasingly against her. "You want this just as much as I do."

    Her hips bucked involuntarily, and for a split second, her fierce mask slipped, replaced by something raw and unguarded. Then it was back, and she bared her teeth. "Never."

    "Then I''ll make you," I said, pushing her legs wider. Her resistance only made the tension between us thicker, the air crackling with challenge and unspoken desire.

    Penthesilea''s defiance burned in her eyes, a wild glint of pride refusing to dim even as she strained against me. She wasn''t trying to stop me because she''d had second thoughts; no, her Amazonian pride wouldn''t allow submission. To her, control was a birthright, a queen''s privilege. Her body, taut with muscle and grace, fought not just me, but the idea of yielding to anyone.

    Her resistance was a tempest, feral and consuming. She twisted, her breath heaving, every sinew of her powerful frame straining as she sought to reverse our positions. But I wasn''t about to yield either. Her efforts only fueled my resolve. I surged forward, channeling strength into every motion, pinning her beneath me.

    "B...Bastard!" she spat, fury spilling over her trembling lips, her voice edged with disbelief. Her eyes widened, incandescent with indignation that I had overpowered her.

    I couldn''t help but smirk at her reaction, her rage a perfect mirror to her frustration. "Now, let''s make this interesting."