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.
