A Broader World (Harry Potter/DC Universe)

As Queen of the Amazons, Hippolyta was not entirely unaware of what happened amongst her people. She tried not to be too set apart from the rest of Themyscira’s denizens, and often times took walks through the city at different times of day to see how everyone was doing.

On this particular day, Queen Hippolyta was taking such a walk a little later than normal, in the later afternoon as the sun was just starting to set overhead. She had to postpone her walk a bit longer than she would have preferred because of the paperwork that had piled up in the Amazon Queen’s study.

Normally, such paperwork would be split between her and some others. Sometimes, when her daughter Diana was around, it was she who would help Hippolyta out. Sometimes it was the resurrected Antiope, who Hippolyta had reinstated to her position as General of the Amazons when she’d been brought back to life.

More often than not, it was Philippus, another Amazon General. She was also Hippolyta’s chief counselor, lover, and right hand woman. Philippus was someone who had been at Hippolyta’s side for all their long, immortal lives together. She was Diana and Donna’s stepmother, and had helped train both of them up into proud Amazon Warriors.

… She was also strangely absent today. To be fair, it wasn’t as though Hippolyta kept constant tabs on her lover or anything. She did not demand that Philippus always let her know about her comings and goings or anything so controlling as that. They were both proud Amazon Warriors at the end of the day, and a Queen and her General besides.

That said, normally Philippus would join her on a walk such as the one she was taking now, just as normally she would have helped Hippolyta with all of the paperwork and other duties that had kept her held up at the palace so late. It left the Queen of the Amazons rather confused and more than a little curious.

That confusion and curiosity only grew more and more as she traversed the streets of the city as well. Themyscira had only had one major city on it for quite a long time, until recently when the Bana-Mighdall Amazons were granted leave to build their own city on the far side of the island.

Therefore, it was safe to say the majority of Themyscira’s population had been and still was concentrated in this city. So… where was everyone? It was getting later, but not so late that places should have already closed up for the day. The sun was just now beginning to set. And yet, shopfronts and market stalls were all closed up. And more concerning, there were no upset Amazons on the street wondering why the stores had all closed early.

Where was everyone? Going over her day’s itinerary, Hippolyta hums for a moment… before her eyes widen as she realizes what was missing. It wasn’t anything too big, but it might just provide the key to solve her current mystery. At some point or other during the day, General Antiope was supposed to bring their newest guests over to the Palace for a visit.

Kara Zor-El was a longtime friend of Hippolyta’s daughter, and the Amazons in general. From what Hippolyta had heard about her clone Galatea, the other blonde alien was not nearly so… heroically inclined. However, redemption was a powerful force for good in the world, as Hippolyta had seen and heard tale of many times. So she hadn’t really been all that surprised to hear that Supergirl was trying to redeem her clone, and supposedly making good progress.

… That said, while Antiope had not told Hippolyta of any particular plans she had beyond giving their guests a tour, the Queen of the Amazons was not an idiot. She knew Antiope, even if the other woman had been dead for a long time. She knew how Antiope thought, and if the General of the Amazons thought that she could somehow recruit Kara and Galatea…

Sighing, Hippolyta shakes her head and finally turns towards Themyscira’s most prominent stadium. Antiope would definitely want to show off to the two blonde aliens, and that would in turn mean going to a place where they could battle with less restraint. There was just one issue with all of that… why would such a thing take all day, and how would it draw in every Amazon away from their normal duties?

As she gets closer to the stadium and begins to hear certain sounds and smell certain scents on the wind, the truth dawns on Hippolyta and she lets out a sigh. She’d feared something like this might happen.

The stadium is so filled with Amazons at this point that it’s spilled out onto the street outside of it. Women in varying states of undress are moaning wantonly and either playing with themselves… or with each other. Some of them have streaks of white on their faces or their breasts, or down between their thighs, telling a tale of what must be going on inside. Others are so busy with their respective lovers that they don’t even notice her presence.

Queen Hippolyta walks among her Amazons without being regarded in any way. Each and every one of them is so caught up in their lust and arousal that even when glazed eyes fall upon her visage, there’s no real reaction. Huffing, she moves through the entrance of the stadium and further in.

Things only get more and more debauched the deeper she gets. When she reaches the stands of the stadium, it’s to find even more of her Amazons in them, all enjoying themselves immensely. There are more women covered in white here than were outside, and more women enjoying the company of other women as well.

Hippolyta, meanwhile, stands on the edge and looks down into the colosseum’s fighting pit. Though… there’s a very different kind of battle going on down there right now. No conventional fighting is taking place. Instead, the battlefield is one entirely sexual in nature, with everyone in the center of the colosseum vying for supremacy.

To one side are the three that Hippolyta has no doubt started this. Her alien guests, Kara Zor-El and her clone Galatea, are currently caught up with Antiope, the General of her Amazons. Though, even if Antiope had hoped to put them in their place and awe them into signing up with the Amazons, its obvious that she failed in her self-appointed task and scheme.

The look of pleasure on the General’s face is out of this world, her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Meanwhile, Kara and Galatea are sandwiching her between them and using their fists to DP her lower holes. Kara’s entire arm is up Antiope’s cunt, while Galatea’s entire arm is up her ass.

She seems to be enjoying herself in her ignoble defeat at least, and from the white coating her body, it’s obvious that Kara and Galatea had help in bringing Hippolyta’s General so low.

Sighing, the Queen of the Amazons shakes her head as she looks to the exact center of the arena, where the deepest depravities and debaucheries are taking place. There, her own daughter Diana, along with her daughter’s proteges Cassandra and Donna, are laid out as a bed of bodies, moaning and writhing against one another as they’re used as little more than cushions.

And on top of them… on top of them is one Harry James Potter, Paladin of the Lady of the Lake and most recent man granted access to the Isle of Themyscira, specifically on her daughter’s request.

Hippolyta has also found out where her Chief Counselor and lover had gone. Harry is currently fucking General Philippus silly, pounding into her asshole with all his might after already creampieing her pussy from the look of things. His massive white cock stands in stark contrast with Philippus’ dark skin, while his hands fist her short black hair and pull her head back, making her squeal loudly as he bends her to his will.

But that’s not even all of it. At the same time that he’s pounding Philippus’ anus silly, Nubia is watching from the side, fisting her own holes in clear anticipation of him getting around to her next. Nubia is one the most honorable Amazon Warrior and former guardian of Doom’s Doorway, the gate to the Underworld located beneath Themyscira. And yet, even she has clearly fallen into lust, her eyes intensely fixed on Harry Potter and his massive cock as she plays with herself.

Until finally, with one last cry from Philippus and a loud, heartfelt groan from Harry, he proceeds to cum inside of her, filling the Queen’s Chief Counselor and lover up with his seed. He paints her bowels white with his big fat cock, pumping like there’s no tomorrow until his balls have completely emptied.

Philippus shudders from this, her eyes completely rolled back in her head and her tongue still sticking out of her mouth. Her submission and defeat on this sexual battlefield are as obvious as the depravations dealt to her that Hippolyta had clearly missed by arriving so late. However, just in case there was any doubt in her mind…

“Tch. You might have defeated Philippus, but do not think I will fall so easily! I am Nubia, Guardian of Doom’s Doorway, and I-mmph! Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Nubia’s bravado proves rather empty, though it’s not entirely her fault. The dark-skinned beauty had made the mistake of kneeling on a bed of flesh that was apparently eager to feed her to Harry. Before Nubia can get up from her knees to challenge the man properly, Cassandra and Donna reach up a hand apiece and grab her by her wrists, yanking her arms back behind her. This has the additional benefit of arching her back and thrusting out her chest.

… Which is around the same time that Harry steps forward, seeming perfectly at ease literally stepping on Hippolyta’s daughter as well as her proteges. His hands grab hold of Nubia’s massive, thick mane of black hair, and his enormous cock slaps down between her black breasts, before the bulbous head slips upwards right into her talking mouth.

She can’t do much but choke on his thick, throbbing member as he pushes it between her sizable breasts while also forcing her to take it all the way to the back of her throat.

Harry groans as Nubia gags and gurgles and chokes on his dick. But to his credit, it’s obvious he’s not forcing the Amazon to do anything she doesn’t want to do, at least past the initial serving.

For a former guardian of Doom’s Doorway, Nubia crumples surprisingly quickly before the man and his cock that have appeared in front of her. Soon enough, she’s dutifully sucking away, acting more like a harlot and less like the proud Amazon Warrior she’s supposed to be. She even reaches up and wraps her tits more securely around the length of his cock once Cassandra and Donna deem her ready to be released.

As Hippolyta watches on, Harry grunts and growls, picking up speed until he’s barely even between Nubia’s breasts anymore, and is instead fucking the long-haired black Amazon’s throat much more thoroughly.

“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”

Until finally, he lets out a particularly loud groan and cums. And when he cums, he cums HARD. Hippolyta had seen some excess seed explode out of Philippus’ asshole when Harry had finishes inside of her, but that wasn’t exactly a good representation of the true size of the male Paladin’s loads. This one is though, as Nubia is clearly inexperienced with fellatio and has no clue how to swallow a hot, sticky, thick load of cum.

Her eyes widen and her cheeks puff up at first… and then those same eyes roll back a bit as male seed cums exploding out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth, making an absolute ruin of the Amazon Warrior’s beautiful face.

Once Harry is done, he pulls out of her throat and Nubia falls onto her back, dazed and clearly glazed over. She doesn’t put up any sort of fight when Harry kneels down and grabs her legs, forcing them both up and into a bent position as he spreads them wide. Holding one of her legs by the ankle, his other hand goes to his cock and brings it to Nubia’s pussy, which brings some life back into her.

However, just because she manages to regain her senses doesn’t mean she’ll offer any resistance. She looks down at where Harry’s humungous member is about to slide into her and moans wantonly, showing off her whorish nature for all to see.

“Y-Yes… YES! Fuck me! Take me! Breed me, you bastard! I need it! I need your co-ach!”

She chokes on her own spit as Harry punches into her mid word. His massive cock slams home into her cunt with reckless abandon, pounding into her pussy without hesitation. Nubia squeals in an uncharacteristic manner, no sign of the proud warrior woman that she was supposed to be present in that moment. Instead, her eyes are one again half rolled up in her head, and her arms are back as she shudders and quivers, not putting up any sort of fight against Harry’s sexual depravations.

As he fucks her soundly atop the bed of female bodies writhing beneath them, Nubia just keeps squealing like a stuck pig, acting the part of a lustful sow in desperate need of a good plowing… and as she’d said, a good breeding to boot.

Hippolyta looks for any sign that Harry is taken aback or disturbed by Nubia’s demand to be bred, but the young man’s face is a mask of determination, resolve, and concentration. He’s in too deep to back out now, obviously. One look around the arena tells Hippolyta that.

She sighs as she gazes out at all of her people fornicating and fucking one another or waiting their turn to be fucked by the singular man in their midst. She catalogues the numerous Amazon Warriors she can see who have white streaks across their faces or tits or their inner thighs. She doesn’t doubt that each and every one of them ALSO has a load of seed filling their wombs at this point.

Even Philippus… yes, Hippolyta’s lover and Chief Counselor is now swapping spit with Diana, the two Amazons making out quite aggressively as Diana fingers Philippus cunt and dislodges some of the white, hot seed buried in the black woman’s pussy.

Nubia lets out another squeal, causing the Queen of Amazons to look back over and see her eyes FULLY rolled back in her head now as she spasms and shakes, climaxing explosively all over Harry’s member. The young male doesn’t let up though, continuing to fuck the submitting Amazon through orgasm after orgasm, turning her from a proud warrior into noting more than a submissive little whore for his pleasure.

It's obviously something he’s done hundreds of times by this point, judging by the time of day and when Antiope was supposed to pick up Galatea and Kara from the teleport pad. They’ve all been going at this all day long, and over the course of the day, they’ve drawn more and more Amazons over to the stadium, until practically every woman in the city is here now. Packing the stands, spilling out onto the streets, filling the fighting pit.

From her position on high, the Queen of the Amazons looks around at her people acting like desperate sluts for cock, and then to the cause of all of this as Harry finally unloads into Nubia’s cunt. She shakes her head as he fills and fills the former Guardian of Doom’s Doorway with his seed, even as she grabs at her own voluptuous block locks and shudders in pleasure.

As he pulls out of her, Hippolyta finally makes her presence known. She hops down from the stands and into the fighting pit itself, and the impact is enough to draw the attention of those fornicating in the center. Most don’t care. Despite being their Queen, their lover, and their mother respectively, pretty much none of them stop what they’re doing.

Funnily enough, only Harry Potter of all people, upon seeing that Hippolyta has arrived, goes wide-eyed and tries to stand up to greet her.

“Queen Hipp-ah!”

However, while him standing up earlier in order to force his cock into Nubia’s throat was allowed by the ‘bed’ of Amazon women that he’s somehow collected, when they realize his intent is to leave them behind to greet her properly and respectfully, that changes. Before, Diana and her proteges had been on Harry’s side in helping him dominate Nubia. Now, they turn on him, grabbing him and yanking him back down to them so he can’t go anywhere.

Meanwhile, Artemis of Bana-Mighdall takes advantage of this, coming out of nowhere even to Hippolyta’s senses as she promptly plops herself down on Harry’s cock, impaling herself and moaning. The red headed Amazon laces her fingers behind her head and bends her legs at the knee as she crouches over him, her feet resting on Diana’s thighs for support while she bounces up and down on his dick.

As Artemis rides Harry like a bucking bronco, Hippolyta slowly approaches until she’s on the edge of the bed of writhing women, and able to look down into Harry’s wide eyes. It’s clear he expects her to be pissed at him… but instead of going into a rage, Hippolyta just shakes her head.

“I was afraid of this. The moment my daughter requested that you be allowed to come to Themyscira, I was worried something of this nature might happen.”

Standing over him now, Hippolyta has a good view of not just Harry as Artemis rides him to kingdom come, but also of her daughter under him. She can see Diana’s lustful, flushed face as her daughter sucks on Harry’s neck completely uncaring that Hippolyta is watching them.

Laying directly underneath him, Diana has her limbs locked around his body to keep him in place. Meanwhile, Cassie and Donna have each claimed one of his arms, having him finger their wet, needy holes as they moan and hump his digits on either side of him. Hippolyta just sighs and shakes her head again.

“You are now learning just how it is Amazons procreate, Mister Potter.”

That gets a blink from the young man.

“Err… wait, aren’t you all immortal? Do you even need to procreate?”

Hippolyta just smirks at that.

“Not often, no… but we would not have survived as a society if we did not have a handful of young to care for, nurture, and foster over the centuries. That’s why sometimes an Amazon or a group of Amazons will go out and take men, using them up until they’re spent.”

Harry frowns and Hippolyta nods, correctly deducing his thoughts on that.

“Yes, for the average mortal, this often means death.”

But not for him, Hippolyta leaves unsaid. Taking another look around the stadium, the Queen of the Amazons runs a hand through her golden locks, before letting out yet another sigh.

“Honestly Diana… I thought I taught you better than this. Bringing such a virile specimen to an island of women all desperate for their own child… you told me you would keep an eye on him while he was here, but it’s obvious you didn’t try very hard to keep your fellow Amazons off of him.”

Her daughter still doesn’t react, even when addressed directly. Even still, Hippolyta can’t be too mad. It’s obvious that this breeding frenzy, while partially Diana’s fault, is also Antiope’s fault too. No doubt the General of the Amazons tried to put Harry in his place in order to convince Kara and Galatea to join them, which had led to… all of this.

But even Antiope could not be to blame, truly. No… rather, everything that was happening right now could be laid at one set of feet. As Man’s World liked to say, the buck stopped… with her. This was Hippolyta’s fault in the end, because the Queen had been the one to grant Diana’s request and allow Harry access to their island in the first place.

And now look where they were. Hundreds of Amazons would probably wind up pregnant before the end of today. Their ability to defend themselves from potential attack would be severely curtailed in the coming months as a vast portion of their fighting forces grew heavier and heavier with the babes that Harry Potter had put in their wombs.

But more importantly than that… Harry hadn’t succumbed to the breeding frenzy. He was no mortal man, but even then, he’d outlasted hundreds of Amazon Warriors and made fools of some of her best and brightest. Her daughter, Artemis, Antiope, Philippus, and Nubia… Hippolyta sighs as she looks around, noting each of their fucked stupid expressions.

Reaching up, the Queen of the Amazons pulls down her shoulder clasp, allowing her toga to fall away from her chiseled, sculpted, beautiful body. When she sees Harry’s eyes widen even further at this display, Hippolyta just smirks, posing in just the right way to tip him over the edge and cause him to cum deep inside of Artemis of Bana-Mighdall.

Then, she saunters forward, climbing up onto the bed of Amazon Flesh and pushing Artemis off of Harry’s cock.

“I hope you understand why I can’t just let things continue as they are, Harry Potter. Normally, my warriors would handle any man themselves. I rarely have to involve myself. However, you have taken our finest and strongest and made them into wanton, submissive sluts desperate for your phallus. It is one thing to demand you breed them all. It is another entirely for them to submit to you and beg you for your cock.”

Stepping into position, Hippolyta stands with her pussy lips right over Harry’s head as she looks down at him.

“As the Queen of this sorry lot of women, it falls to me to reclaim Themyscira’s pride from you. I must do everything in my power now to put you in your place, or else the pride of our people as a whole will never recover. Do you understand?”

The determination and resolve that Hippolyta saw earlier on Harry’s face makes a return as he slowly nods while her daughter continues sucking at his neck.

“… I understand, Queen Hippolyta. But do not think I will surrender without a fight. It’s just not in my nature.”

Hippolyta scoffs as she crouches down over him.

“I would be disappointed if you did.”

And she means it too, even as she presses her slit into his face, feeling his tongue immediately questing against her pussy lips. At the same time, she reaches down and grabs his incredibly messy cock with both hands, finding that she has to wrap it in each of her palms to cover a majority of it.

“I have only one piece of advice for you, Harry Potter… survive!”

Then, she dives down, taking his cock into her mouth and down the back of her throat as she grinds her pussy against his face, positively suffocating him in her cunt. He’d fucked Generals and Princesses and Warriors alike into a stupor. He’d made a mockery of Themyscira, turning their women into nothing more than horndogs and slaves to their own desires.

But he wasn’t facing the average Amazon Warrior anymore! No… now, the male Paladin would be facing their QUEEN!

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Harry was man enough to admit it (at least to himself, never out loud) but he was seriously in over his head at this point. Things had gotten out of control and it was probably at least partially his fault.

As the Queen of the Amazons slams her cunt down onto his face while taking his cock deep down her own throat, Harry’s hands grip at Hippolyta’s thighs, both to give himself some room to breathe but also to take back some small grasp of the situation in his own way, his tongue diving deep into her slightly sweaty, slightly salty folds as he works to give the Amazon Queen the best tongue lashing she’s ever gotten.

… Needless to say, he doesn’t think he’s succeeding. Not because his own skill is subpar or anything like that, but because of Hippolyta’s revelations before all of this, along with his own relations with her subjects both on and off the Isle of Themyscira. He’d never really thought of the Amazons as a bunch of horny sluts before he’d started winding up in bed with them, but now?

Well, suffice to say, visions of sapphic orgies amidst ‘Death by Snu-Snu’ encounters with captured men now danced through Harry’s head. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that the Amazon Women didn’t refrain from sex in the times between these men they used for breeding purposes. No, they likely turned to one another for such things, especially after all these thousands of years.

And that meant the chances of Harry delivering the best cunnilingus that Queen Hippolyta had ever had were next to none. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t still going to try. Even if that was pretty much how he’d gotten into this whole mess in the first place. First, trying with Antiope, then getting it on with more and more amorous Amazons who were drawn in by his masculine ‘charm’.

Hippolyta had at least provided the necessary context for how he’d wound up in a day-long orgy with what felt like every single damn Amazon on Themyscira, Harry supposed. He should have known better than to fuck their General into a submissive, mind broken stupor right in front of them, but in all fairness, it was Antiope’s idea. He’d just executed it better than her.

And then he’d kept executing it better than every other Amazon who came looking for a challenge. Honestly, he didn’t even know most of their names. They probably all had sterling reputations as proud warriors with thousands of years of accomplishments and feats behind them. But at the end of the day, they’d gone up against him in a battle of sexual prowess… and lost, each and every one of them.

Honestly, it made sense that Hippolyta would need to be seen putting him in his place now. Even if it had just been a handful of Amazons, even if it had just been her General, and her daughter, and her daughter’s proteges, the Queen probably couldn’t have just let it go.

But hundreds? Thousands, maybe? Yeah… at a certain point, Hippolyta was obligated to step in, wasn’t she?

“Glughk! Hulghk! Glughk!”

Didn’t mean Harry was going to make it easy for her though. As his tongue drives deep into the Amazon Queen’s sex, he also begins to thrust upwards with his hips. Once it becomes clear he’s not trying to leave them anymore, his ‘bed’ of moaning, writhing Amazon women quickly turns to assisting him once more.

Specifically, they push up with him from below, helping to thrust Harry up into their Queen’s throat far faster than she’s ready for. At the same time, Diana’s own hands come up and smack down on Hippolyta’s ass cheeks from around his head, mauling and kneading and groping them like there’s no tomorrow.

Pulling back off of his cock after choking and sputtering for a few moments, the Queen growls out.

“Traitors, all of-grk!”

Harry proceeds to wrap one of his legs around the back of her head however and drives her back down onto his cock before she can react. With the help of his ‘bed’, he’s able to truly rail Hippolyta’s throat, all while tonguing the deepest depths of her pussy.

“Gagkh! Gagkh… gagkh…”

To her credit though, the Queen of the Amazons is swift to prove WHY she is the Queen of the Amazons. Her choking and gagging noises actually trail off after a second as she regulates her gag reflex, swallowing continuously to suppress it. Harry can’t help but be impressed, especially as Hippolyta gives as good as she’s getting, effectively fighting off him AND her treacherous subjects with the strength and royal aplomb of a Queen.

In the end, for all that he tries to make her cum first… she manages to extract an orgasm from him before he can do so, her tongue swirling this way and that and her throat convulsing around his cock in a way that most assuredly milks him of his release in no time flat. Despite how many times he’s already cum today, Hippolyta STILL manages to beat him in this endeavor.

With a muffled groan from underneath her slick wet snatch, Harry cums in the Queen of the Amazons’ mouth and she swallows every last drop, somehow managing to convey a smugness to the action, even as she breaks free of his leg lock with ease after the fact and pulls back until she’s sitting up on his chest, having scooted forward off of his face.

Looking back over her muscular shoulder at him, her back rippling with her athleticism, the Amazon Queen smirks.

“A strong attempt, Paladin. Now let’s see how you last once you’re inside of me proper.”

Moving forward, which in turn takes her down his body, the Amazon Queen proceeds to lift herself up and impale herself on his cock, reverse cowgirl. As she slides down his throbbing member, Hippolyta groans, taking every last inch of him inside of her.

“Mm… I can see why so many of my subjects succumbed. You are certainly one of the most virile and well-endowed specimens that we’ve had on Themyscira in the past few thousand years.”

High praise. Now if only it didn’t feel like such a backhanded compliment. Harry grunts as he reaches out and at least grabs hold of Hippolyta’s hips, squeezing them and meeting her thrusts with his own. It’s the least he can do to stalemate her… unfortunately, it also seems to be the most he can do as well. Even with Diana and the others helping him out, Harry can’t help but feel like it’s a little hopeless. Hippolyta seems to be where he’s meeting his match here, even as her tight, royal cunt grasps and clenches at his cock over and over again without fail.

In all fairness, he’s already faced down and conquered hundreds of Amazons today so far. So perhaps it was okay to succumb here? Perhaps it was alright to give in, just this once?

“Now that doesn’t sound like you, my Champion.”

Harry blinks, suddenly finding himself in two places at once. It’s like an out of body experience. On the one hand, he’s still in the arena on Themyscira, laid out on a bed of naked moaning Amazon women and fucking up into their Queen as she rides him reverse cowgirl. On the other hand, he’s ALSO standing on the shore of the Secret Sea in Lady Vivienne’s Realm.

Though, he notices that in the former case, time has slowed down dramatically compared to what he’s experiencing in the Secret Sea.

The Lady of the Lake herself looks at him with a smile, even as Harry blinks, confused for a moment.

“Uh… what is this?”

“You seemed like you needed a peptalk, Harry. Giving up so easily? For shame.”

Harry flushes at that, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

“Easily? Easily?! I’ve just fucked my way through hundreds of women!”

“Thousands, actually. If you count all of the women you’ve effected by proxy, and not just those you’ve delivered a proper creampie to.”

Well, nice to have confirmation. He hadn’t kept track, nor did he want to assume. He also probably didn’t care to count those extra Amazons. He knew they were there, and he knew they were getting off to his antics, but he hadn’t actually interacted with them directly. Still, Vivienne’s words only serve to incense him further.

“And you think I’m giving up easily?!”

Vivienne just smirks at him.

“Do you feel tired, Harry? Do you feel exhausted? Have they worn you out?”

That… gives Harry pause. Because… not really? He hadn’t even truly thought about it all that hard, but holy shit he’d been going at it for hours with what felt like every Amazon on Themyscira. They’d gone from practically sunup to sundown at this point… but he didn’t feel an ounce of exhaustion, did he? He should have had to throw in the towel ages ago, and yet…

“… No.”

Letting out a laugh, the Lady of the Lake shakes her head.

“Of course not! Did you really think a Paladin of the Secret Sea would be laid low so easily? You have the power of my Realm behind you, Harry. So long as you keep fighting, you can continue to draw upon the vastness of the Lake’s power, to do with it as you see fit.”

That was… good to know. Ostensibly, he would be using such endless stamina and endurance for actual battles against baddies for the fate of the world or something, rather than for sex battles. Presumably, anyways. Still, even knowing that he basically couldn’t be exhausted in combat so long as he kept on fighting…

“I don’t know if that will matter, Lady Vivienne. As much as I appreciate you having my back and access to the power of the Secret Sea, Queen Hippolyta has thousands upon thousands of years of experience on me. Sometimes, power isn’t everything.”

Vivienne inclines her head in acknowledgment of that.

“You’re right. Guile can easily trump raw power. If you don’t know what to do with the endless stamina and endurance conveyed by my Realm, then all you can hope is to flail and fumble about uselessly.”

Harry pauses for a moment, before furrowing his brow and sighing.

“Gee, thanks.”

Letting out an airy laugh, Vivienne steps forward and places a hand on Harry’s chest.

“I’m not saying it’s hopeless, my dear young Paladin. I’m saying you need to think for a moment and use that guile of yours. Queen Hippolyta has thousands of years of experience on you… so what? What do you have? WHO do you have?”

Harry flounders for a moment longer before his eyes widen in realization. Vivienne’s smile stretches across her face, turning positively wicked.

“Now you’re cooking, Harry.”

Reaching out, she grabs him by his hair for a moment and pulls him into a deep, tongue-filled kiss that he of course reciprocates. Then, she rips him away almost savagely, thrusting him back into reality, into his actual body.

As time resumes its regular flow, Harry’s fingers grip down harder on Hippolyta’s hips. Sure, she’s got him beat in the solo experience department. But this… this was never a one on one encounter. He shifts under her a few times, feeling for his ‘bed’ of Amazons Sluts and giving them indications of what he wants. The Amazon Queen notices of course, but doesn’t realize what he’s doing, looking back at him with a wide and wicked grin.

“Starting to squirm already? Surely you can do better than that.”

But Harry flashes his own wicked grin right back at her.

“On my own? Probably not. But… with some help…”

A moment later, Hippolyta’s eyes widen as he puts his plan into action. Surging up from the ‘bed’ of conquered Amazons under him with their strength added to his own, he effectively rolls himself and the Amazon Queen at the same time. The end result is a complete reversal of positions as Hippolyta finds herself face down in the ‘bed’… and it just so happens, face down in her own daughter’s creampied pussy.

As Harry crouches over her, driving his cock into her cunt from above, Diana clenches her thighs and wraps her legs around her mother’s neck, forcing Hippolyta into her cunt, forcing her to slurp up his old creampies lest she drown it instead. And it’s not just Diana either. The others all help as well, turning on their Queen even more than before, much to Hippolyta’s sputtering chagrin.

“This… this is treason you-mmph!”

Harry, for his part, focuses on what he’s good at. He plunges his entire cock into the Amazon Queen’s cunt over and over again without fail, feeling her pussy walls squelching along his length. He growls as he fucks her nonstop in that humiliating position, having thoroughly turned the tables.

Eventually, despite Hippolyta’s struggles and incredible willpower… he feels her walls clench around his cock in a familiar manner, and watches as her face down, ass up body shudders and spasms its way through an explosive orgasm. From there… its like the dam has broken. From that moment on, Hippolyta is decidedly on the back foot.

As though that one orgasm alone spells her inevitable defeat, she can’t quite stop the second or third or fourth. Again and again, Harry fucks the Queen of the Amazons through explosive climax after explosive climax, slamming his cock into her pussy like there’s no tomorrow.

He cums too of course, but it doesn’t really mean anything, especially now that he knows his endurance and stamina are both limitless. The only thing that has a limit anymore is his willpower, and right now… he’s feeling very willful indeed.

Between him fucking Hippolyta senseless and Diana forcing her mother to share in some cum swaps, they both clearly have the Queen on the ropes in no time at all. So much so, that Hippolyta herself realizes she’s losing, apparently.

“ENOUGH!”

With a surge of strength, pushing through the wanton pleasure that they’re forcing upon her, the Queen of the Amazons breaks free. She breaks free of her daughter, she breaks free of her treacherous subjects, and she breaks free of him, bucking him off of her after he’s just cum inside of her again.

Leaping free of the pile of writhing bodies that had constituted their ‘bed’ for the first part of this encounter, the Amazon Queen looks harried, eyes darting too and fro as she realizes she’s not surrounded by her subjects anymore… she’s surrounded by traitors, driven mad by their lust and need for Harry’s cock.

Treating her somewhat like a wild animal, Harry slowly rises, watching her carefully.

“There a problem, Your Highness?”

Hippolyta’s eyes narrow and she sneers.

“You are more dangerous than I gave you credit for, boy.”

Then, a flicker of excitement along with a challenge appears in her eyes.

“Catch me if you can.”

Harry’s eyes widen as the Queen of the Amazons… pulls a runner. It was the last thing he was expecting, but all things considered, he’s not going to let her just get away! Especially when… deep down, he thinks she wants him to catch her.

Bolting after the Amazon Queen, Harry races out of the stadium and into the streets of Themyscira. On the way, he sees what he has wrought, all of the women moaning and writhing in the stadium stands and outside of the colosseum. He sees how empty the rest of the city has become as well. Well, for a moment anyways.

Diana and her proteges are the first to follow Harry out of the stadium, but definitely not the last. The ground literally shakes as a stampede takes place. What follows is something Harry never thought he’d witness, let alone take part in.

They catch Hippolyta here and there. But she in turn catches them as well, even ambushing her own subjects to take them out of the fight as Harry and her exchange orgasms instead of blows. There’s no real keeping score… but Harry knows he’s winning anyways for one simple reason. Well two, technically.

First is that she’s outnumbered. Even with most of the Amazons chasing after them not really participating, Hippolyta is outnumbered. But more importantly than that is the second reason Harry’s victory is inevitable. The endless stamina and endurance conveyed by the Secret Sea.

In the end, Hippolyta is forced to retreat time and time again in ineffective attempts at regaining some of her own energy. This inevitably leads her to her last bastion, her final stand… the throne room in her own palace. Not that things end any differently there.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“Oooh, by the gods… you are insatiable, Harry Potter. You… you cannot be stopped!”

Harry grins as he wraps his arms around Queen Hippolyta’s sweaty, tired body, grasping at her tits and squeezing and mauling them to his heart’s content. Sitting upon the Amazon Queen’s own throne with her impaled on his cock, he bounces her upon his dick, thrusting up into her exhausted body from below.

Despite being immortal, despite the blessings conveyed upon her by her goddesses, even Hippolyta has her limits… and those limits have been found. She’s still going, but seemingly from pure stubbornness rather than anything else. Her moans do still fill the air though as she cums on his cock over and over again.

Meanwhile, the rest of the throne room is filled with similar moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and tongues sliding in and out of holes. Many Amazons have not managed to last as long as Harry and Hippolyta did. Many have had to retire, some even dropping into unconscious in the streets of the city wherever they were last before exhaustion overwhelmed them.

But there are those who have kept up all the same. The two dark-skinned Amazons that he’d just finished fucking before Hippolyta arrived, for instance. As well as General Antiope, who is still being tag-teamed by an aggressive Tea and Kara all these hours later. And of course… Diana and her proteges. Donna and Cassandra are busy with one another, but Diana, the Princess of Themyscira, kneels before her mother’s throne and uses her tongue on his cock and balls as well as Hippolyta’s clit.

The Princess worships Harry’s genitals, all while the Queen is bounced upon his shaft, defeated and conquered just like her daughter. Hippolyta’s tired moans are like melodies in Harry’s ears, even as he gropes and plays with her toned body to his heart’s content. Nipping at her neck, he whispers in her ear.

“So… how’s reclaiming Themyscira’s Pride going for you, Your Highness?”

Hippolyta moans in response, not even able to form a coherent sentence at this point. She just shakes her head back and forth, causing Harry to chuckle and reach up, grabbing hold of her hair and holding it tight. Then, he brings everything home, slamming up into the Amazon Queen with punishing force for a few more strokes before delivering one last explosive release deep into her already creampied womb as she squeals and climaxes upon his cock one last time before finally passing out.

As the Queen of the Amazons slumps into unconsciousness there in his lap while he sits upon her throne having sexually conquered her and her people, Harry lets out a relieved sigh.

At least it was finally over. Even if his body had endless energy, stamina, and endurance now, his mind could still feel fatigued. But… it was done. He’d finished it. Harry had managed to fuck every single Amazon who dared to challenge him.

… If Hippolyta was to be believed, he’d probably impregnated a fair amount of the fertile warrior women as well. Meaning he was now liable to be a father a few hundred times over in just nine months.

But that was future Harry’s problem. At least for now it was done. There was nobody left on Themyscira to challenge him. No one left to pick a fight. He could finally rest.

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