Of course

“Yes.” Winston’s answer left him in a rough breath.

Hippolyta’s fingers found the fastening of his trousers. She worked it open with the same unhurried certainty she had shown in the kiss, the metal parting under her touch without a single fumble. Cool air touched him as the cloth loosened. She drew the fabric down over his hips, slow enough that the drag of it along his skin became its own private torment, then lower still along his thighs until the trousers and boots came free together. His cock sprang into the open air of the tent, already hard from her earlier touch.

A steady hand settled at his chest and guided him backward. She did not rush the motion. When the backs of his legs met the give of the canvas, she eased him down until bare skin met the floor. Only then did she release him, straightening to her full height above where he sat.

She began with the golden discs at her shoulders. Each one came free with a soft click, and the white fabric lost its hold. It slipped first from the upper slope of one breast, then the other, the heavy curves settling into open view as the gown peeled downward. Soft weight swayed with the motion. The cloth continued its fall along the strong plane of her stomach, over the cinch of her waist, and across the full flare of her hips, gathering briefly at her thighs before she stepped free of it entirely. The broad golden belt followed a moment later, unclasped and set aside with the same calm precision.

She stood over him in nothing but the diadem and the torque. From the floor, Winston had to tip his head back to take all of her in: the bare strength of her arms and shoulders, the full naked weight of her breasts, the narrow span of her waist giving way to wide hips and the dark thatch between her thighs. She was already slick there. The evidence of her arousal caught the low light when she shifted her weight. She made no attempt to cover herself. She simply remained there, letting him look.

Her voice came low and husky.

“Look well, my lord husband,” she stated. “No other man has ever beheld me like this. None save you ever will.”

He reached for her before he quite decided to.

Hippolyta stepped in close enough that his hands found the backs of her thighs. Warm skin filled his palms. She looked down at him with that same settled affection, breathing a little deeper now, and lowered herself with controlled strength until she straddled his legs. The heat of her settled over him. One hand braced beside his shoulder. The other wrapped around his cock, steady and sure, stroking once from base to tip as if confirming what she already knew.

“You are ready for me,” she stated.

She rose over him, guided him to her entrance, and sank down until he filled her completely. A soft sound left her throat. For a moment she only breathed, eyes locked on his, feeling the stretch of him inside her. Heat closed around his cock in a slick grip that made his hips twitch. Then her thighs flexed and she began to move.

Slowly at first, Hippolyta lifted until only the head of his cock remained inside her, held there a beat, then sank again in one long slide that took every inch. She did it again, deeper on the third descent, her breath catching as she bottomed out, still controlled, testing the fit of him.

That did not last.

Hippolyta planted her hands on his chest and changed pace without warning. Her hips snapped down hard enough that the impact jarred through him. She lifted and dropped again, faster, the wet sound of her cunt taking him filling the tent in a steady obscene rhythm. Each descent drove him to the root. Her breasts bounced heavily with the force of it. The torque at her throat flashed. Strong thighs worked without pause, hauling her up and slamming her back down until the measured roll from before was gone and only raw need remained.

Winston’s hands found her hips. He could barely guide her. She was too strong, too set on using him. Every time she came down, her inner walls clenched and dragged along his length, slick and scorching, pulling a rough sound out of his throat that she answered with one of her own.

A cry broke from her. Then another, louder, cracking open into pure delight as she ground her clit against him at the bottom of each stroke. Her head tipped back. The diadem held in her hair while she rode him, voice rising freely now, screams spilling out of her without shame. Sweat gathered between her breasts and ran down the hard plane of her stomach. Her arms shook and she only drove harder.

“Yes,” Hippolyta gasped, almost laughing through it. “Yes… my lord husband…”

She shifted the angle, leaning forward so her hair fell around both their faces, and took him even deeper. The new position let her grind harder on every downstroke. Her screams turned sharper. Her cunt fluttered and clenched around him in waves, soaking his cock and the skin of his hips where she slapped against him. Canvas creaked under them. Winston’s grip tightened on her ass as she used the full strength of her body to fuck herself on him, relentless, loud, lost in the pleasure she was taking.

Harder still, she rode him without slowing, screaming her delight into the tent as she worked to wring every last bit of him out.

The pressure in him gathered under the pace she set. Each slam of her hips drove him closer. Heat coiled low and tight at the base of his cock, where her cunt gripped and dragged along his length on every stroke. His breath turned ragged. His stomach tensed. The edge rushed up on him in a hard, rising wave he could no longer hold back.

Winston’s hands dug into her ass as his hips stuttered.

He came hard inside her.

The first pulse tore a rough sound from his throat. Thick spurts flooded her in heavy surges, each one dragged out by the clench of her walls around him. He jerked upward into her, buried to the root, emptying himself in long, helpless throbs while she kept him locked deep.

Above him her back arched hard. Her breasts thrust forward. A long moan broke from her throat as the heat of his climax spilled into her, the sound low and shaken, her body tightening around him through every pulse until he had nothing left to give.