Hippolyta awoke to the sound of soft sighs and moans. Then she felt a rough hand on her breast. She looked to her side and saw Diana riding Eron as though he were a racehorse. Diana, seeing her mother was awake, redoubled her efforts with a moan.
"Come, join us," he invited, his voice resonating like a low, welcoming thunder.
Diana intervened with a soft laugh, placing her hand on his chest as she writhed on top of him.
"Calm down, darling. Mummy is still only human… for now."
"It's true," I replied, feeling the weight of reality slowly returning. "As much as I've become strong thanks to your blessings, I still cannot compare to pure divinity."
As I rose from the bed, I felt every muscle in my body protest with a pleasurable soreness, a physical reminder of the previous night. The sudden growl of my stomach broke the solemn silence, drawing a tired sigh from me.
"I'm going to find something to eat," I announced, walking toward the door with bare feet against the cold marble.
When my hand touched the handle, I stopped as I heard Eron's voice congratulating me. I looked back, confused, and it was Diana who gave the explanation that would change everything.
"With my blessing, I am certain: you are pregnant."
Those words brought an unprecedented happiness, a warmth that rose through my chest and fixed a radiant smile on my face. His lineage, the first fruit of this new pantheon, would be carried by me.
As I walked through the castle corridors, my memory was still fresh with the images of the night. Things that, in another era, mother and daughter should never have shared—but that now did not disturb me. As Diana had said, upon assuming the divinity of Lust, I was the first to be touched by its essence. That moral line I had always feared crossing had been erased, leaving only desire and loyalty to our King.
I walked with a protective hand over my belly, feeling the gazes of the Amazons who crossed my path. In them, I saw an intoxicating mix of envy, joy, and, above all, the lust awakened by the castle's aura. My smile only widened.
"Do not worry," I thought, meeting each of their eyes with authority. "You will be next."
The news of Hippolyta's pregnancy spread through the coral and crystal corridors like wildfire across dry land. What had once been an elite guard transformed almost instantly into a fervent congregation. In the New Olympus, Eron's lineage was not merely succession; it was the promise of shared divinity.
The atmosphere in the castle changed. Where once only the clashing of swords and the sounds of training could be heard, now the rhythmic chanting of the Amazons echoed. They no longer competed merely for medals or command positions; they competed for the right to be the next to carry the King's blood.
Hippolyta, now settled in chambers that exuded the fragrance of divine fertility, watched from the balcony. She saw her sisters-in-arms below, in the central arena, performing the Ritual of Selection. These were not fights to the death, but demonstrations of strength, beauty, and absolute devotion, all under the watchful gaze of Diana, who orchestrated the selection with the pleasure of one who sees her dominion over Lust flourish.
"They are hungry, Eron," Diana remarked, leaning against the doorway, watching her husband observe the army. "They saw what your seed did for my mother. She is no longer just a queen; she is the sacred soil of our empire."
Eron felt the energy rising from the arena. The magnetism of his ring pulsed in sync with the racing hearts of the thousands of warriors below. He did not see mere soldiers; he saw the foundation of a dynasty that would spread across the galaxies.
"Let the selection begin," Eron declared, his voice amplified by thunder so that every woman on the island could hear it. "Those who prove to possess the greatest will and the strongest fiber will become the mothers of my legion."
Below, the Amazons' roar was deafening. Desire became a physical force, a pressure that made the clouds around Olympus swirl into a vortex of black lightning. The competition would be fierce—and the reward was nothing less than eternity.