Yes, with wild abandon

Hippolyta moved first, her fingers trembling slightly as she untied the knot at her shoulder. Diana followed, her movements stiff, defiant, but unable to disobey the raw command. They stood bare before her, moonlight etching the curves and scars of warriors unused to such exposure. Then both sank gracefully to their knees. Lexy tore at the simple clasp of her toga. The fabric ripped, falling away instantly. She stood naked before them, immense, powerful, her thick cock jutting aggressively forward, flushed and rigid, the head glistening faintly.

Lexy pointed directly at her straining cock and the heavy sac beneath it. "This," she growled, her voice thick and low, "is your salvation. The *only* key to breaking your cage." Her gaze pinned Hippolyta, then Diana. "Worship it. Like it's the most sacred, desired thing in your entire fucking world." She shifted her hips slightly, bringing the thick shaft closer to their faces. "Touch it. Rub it. Smell it. Rub your face on it. Kiss it." Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "If your devotion isn't perfect? If it doesn't satisfy *it*? The curse holds. Forever."

Hippolyta didn't hesitate. The Queen leaned forward slowly, her eyes fixed on the immense shaft inches from her face. The scent hit her first – musky, primal, thick with pheromones Lexy’s altered biology produced. It wasn't perfume; it was raw, fertile musk that bypassed millennia of stoicism and slammed into her hindbrain. A low moan vibrated in Hippolyta’s throat. Her eyes glazed over. She pressed her cheek against the hot, velvety skin of Lexy’s shaft, rubbing her face along its length like a cat marking territory. Her breath came in ragged gasps against the skin.

She kissed the base, her lips trembling. Then higher. Her tongue darted out, tentative at first, tasting salt and musk. Then wilder. She licked up the thick vein running along the underside, her movements growing frantic, ****. She buried her nose against Lexy’s heavy sac, inhaling deeply, shuddering. Her hands came up, trembling fingers wrapping around the base, squeezing gently as her mouth moved upwards. She kissed the swollen head, her tongue swirling around the crown, lapping at the bead of slickness gathered there. Her movements lost all regal grace, becoming fervent, almost clumsy worship. She took the tip into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, deeper, her head bobbing with increasing urgency, muffled whimpers escaping her throat.

Lexy pried her away by holding her hair, pulling Hippolyta’s head back sharply. The Queen gasped, a thin line of saliva connecting her lips to Lexy’s glistening cockhead. Lexy’s eyes, dark and commanding, flicked to Diana. "Your turn. Now." Diana flinched. She leaned forward, her movements stiff, hesitant. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the overpowering scent. She pressed her cheek against Lexy’s shaft. It felt impossibly hot, alive. She rubbed her face along it, the friction strange, intimate. Her lips brushed the skin, a dry, tentative kiss.

Then it hit her. The musk wasn’t just scent; it was a physical wave, thick and sweet like overripe fruit left baking in the sun. It flooded Diana’s senses, drowning the lingering taste of defeat. Her stiff posture melted. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating. A shudder ripped through her, deeper than the courtyard fall. She groaned, low and guttural, pressing her face harder against Lexy’s thigh. Her hands flew up, clutching Lexy’s hips for balance. Her tongue darted out, licking a frantic stripe up Lexy’s shaft. She buried her nose against Lexy’s sac, inhaling greedily, her whole body trembling. She lost control. Her mouth opened wider, taking Lexy deeper, sucking with ****, hungry pulls, muffled whimpers vibrating against skin.

Lexy watched them both, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She tangled her fingers in Hippolyta’s sweat-dampened hair, pushing her face back towards her cock. "Together," Lexy commanded, her voice rough. "Both of you. Now." She guided Hippolyta’s mouth back onto the thick head while Diana, still shuddering, latched onto the base. Their tongues collided, slick and frantic, sliding over each other and Lexy’s skin. Diana’s hand found Hippolyta’s breast, squeezing roughly, pulling a startled gasp from the Queen against Lexy’s flesh. Hippolyta’s fingers tangled in Diana’s hair, pushing her daughter’s face harder against Lexy’s shaft. They moaned against her, the sounds muffled, wet, ****. Their bodies pressed closer, rubbing against each other’s thighs, slick with sweat and arousal. The scent of them – sharp salt, fertile musk, female heat – thickened the air. Lexy’s cock throbbed, heavy and urgent between their frantic mouths.

Hippolyta’s worshipping became frantic, her lips dragging wetly along Lexy’s shaft as Diana sucked greedily at the base. The Queen’s hand slid down Lexy’s thigh, fingers digging into powerful muscle before sliding back up to cup Lexy’s heavy sac. She squeezed gently, rolling the weight against her palm, her thumb rubbing rough circles. Diana mirrored her, her own hand finding Lexy’s other thigh, fingers tracing the thick vein pulsing beneath the skin before sliding up to join Hippolyta’s hand. Their fingers tangled, both hands massaging Lexy’s sac together, squeezing, rolling the heavy warmth. Hippolyta groaned, the vibration traveling up Lexy’s cock. Diana whimpered, her tongue swirling faster. Their movements lost all coordination, driven purely by the overpowering scent and the primal need to please the source.

Lexy’s fingers tightened suddenly in Hippolyta’s hair, yanking her head back sharply. The Queen gasped, her lips slick and swollen. "Enough teasing," Lexy growled, her voice thick. She shoved Hippolyta’s head down hard, forcing the Queen’s mouth wide open over the thick head of her cock. Hippolyta didn’t gag. Not a single **** or sputter. Amazons had no such reflex. Her throat opened effortlessly, smoothly accepting the thick intrusion as Lexy pushed deeper. Lexy held her head firmly, hips thrusting forward slowly, deliberately feeding Hippolyta inch after inch. Hippolyta’s eyes rolled back slightly, her hands flying to Lexy’s hips, fingers digging in as she took it all. Her throat muscles worked rhythmically, massaging the shaft buried deep within her. A wet, rhythmic gulping sound filled the air. Lexy watched, her breath coming faster, eyes locked on the Queen’s stretched lips.

Diana never stopped. Oblivious to her mother’s deep-throating, she remained utterly focused on Lexy’s heavy sac. Her tongue was a relentless wet heat, swirling and pressing against the taut skin, lapping at the musk coating her chin. Her nose pressed deep into the coarse hair, inhaling greedily. Her hands squeezed and kneaded the weight, fingers working urgently. A low, continuous moan vibrated from Diana’s throat against Lexy’s balls, punctuated by frantic little sucks. Her own hips rocked unconsciously against the cool marble floor.

Lexy watched Hippolyta’s throat work around her shaft, the Queen’s eyes glazed, utterly consumed. Then Lexy’s grip tightened. She pulled Hippolyta off with a slick pop, holding her head back. "Switch," Lexy commanded, her voice thick. Before Hippolyta could react, Lexy shoved her down roughly towards Diana’s position. Hippolyta gasped, instinctively burying her face against Lexy’s sac, replacing Diana’s frantic worship with her own eager mouth.

Diana barely registered her mother’s shift. Lexy’s free hand tangled in Diana’s dark hair, wrenching her head up. Diana’s lips were slick with spit and musk, her eyes wide, pupils blown. Lexy didn’t hesitate. She slammed Diana’s mouth onto the thick, glistening head of her cock. Her throat opened like a smooth, wet channel, accepting Lexy’s intrusion without resistance. Lexy hammered forward, hips pistoning, driving her entire length down Diana’s throat in one brutal thrust. Diana’s hands flew to Lexy’s hips, fingers digging deep as she took it all. Her throat muscles clenched rhythmically, massaging Lexy’s shaft, a wet, rhythmic gulping sound louder than Hippolyta’s had been. Lexy groaned, low and primal. She held Diana’s head locked in place, fucking her face with relentless, deep strokes, each thrust burying herself to the hilt. Diana’s eyes rolled back, tears leaking down her temples, but she never faltered, never pulled away.

Lexy felt the pressure building deep inside her belly. Lexy’s thrusts grew faster, harder, the wet slap of her hips against Diana’s chin echoing. "Gonna blow," Lexy growled, her voice thick and strained. She yanked Diana’s head off her cock with a slick pop. Hippolyta scrambled back instinctively, eyes fixed on Lexy’s throbbing shaft. Lexy gripped herself firmly at the base, aiming. The first thick rope of cum splattered across Hippolyta’s cheekbone, hot and viscous. The second caught Diana squarely on the forehead, dripping into her eyebrows. More followed, thick spurts painting stripes across their faces, catching Hippolyta’s lips, Diana’s chin, landing in sticky patches on their chests. Lexy grunted, emptying herself onto them, the scent thick and fertile in the air.

Lexy stepped back, breathing heavily. She sank onto the nearby couch, sprawling back against the cushions. Her gaze swept over the Amazons, faces glazed white, chests streaked. Lexy gestured casually between them. "Clean each other off," she ordered, her tone flat and expectant. "Use your tongues. Every drop."

Hippolyta moved first. Her eyes locked onto the thick stripe running down Diana's temple. She leaned in, hesitant, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drip near Diana's eyebrow. The taste flooded her mouth—salty, thick, impossibly potent. A shudder ripped through her. She groaned, low and hungry, pressing closer. Her tongue swept across Diana's cheekbone in long, **** strokes, lapping at the streaks. Diana flinched, her own breath catching as her mother's wet heat scraped her skin. Then Hippolyta's mouth found hers, forcing her lips apart. Hippolyta kissed her fiercely, pushing the taste onto Diana's tongue. Diana gagged, then moaned, her hands clawing at Hippolyta's shoulders as the flavor overwhelmed her.

Diana's defiance crumbled. She shoved Hippolyta back roughly, panting. "My turn," she rasped, voice thick. She lunged forward, burying her face against Hippolyta's collarbone where a thick glob clung. Diana sucked hard, scraping teeth against skin, her tongue swirling. Hippolyta gasped, arching into it, fingers tangling in Diana's hair. Diana worked upwards, licking clean the splatter across her mother's chest with frantic, sloppy swipes. Her tongue dragged over a nipple, making Hippolyta cry out. Diana didn't stop. She surged upwards, capturing Hippolyta's mouth again, sharing the slick residue, their moans muffled against each other's lips. They kissed like drowning women gasping for air—feral, messy, tongues battling, chins slick.