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Another day, another beautiful dawn for the Isle of Themyscira. The home of the Amazons had certainly seen great upheaval over the last couple of days, all because of the foolish decision to allow a man who could not be subjugated to visit their All-Female Paradise.
Themyscira’s perspective has been shattered. The once-proud, all-female society has fallen prey to a single man, descending into debaucher and depravity. A single man who, through his sexual prowess, has managed to conquer the hearts and minds of every Amazon on the island.
Up at the palace, once a symbol of feminine pride and Amazonian unity, this man sits at the grand table, where feasts were usually held to celebrate Amazon victories… and yet, the only victor from the previous day’s activities was him. Harry James Potter.
Sitting at the head of the table, Harry lets out a sigh, even as he leans forward and licks sweet nectar and ambrosia straight off of Diana’s perfectly sculpted, utterly gorgeous tits. The scent of that ambrosia and nectar mingles with the musky aroma of sex permeating the air even now, filling the space with a heady scent that speaks to Themyscira’s new reality.
… It wasn’t like he’d gone into this visit intending on conquering the Amazon People with his cock. Really, he hadn’t. It hadn’t even been Harry’s idea to defile Diana in that Temple, leading to the red haired Artemis of Bana-Mighdall finding them and suffering the first ‘defeat’ at the end of his prick.
And it CERTAINLY hadn’t been his intention to start some sort of ‘sex battle’ with General Antiope… a sex battle that had gotten thoroughly out of control as time went on, until Harry found himself fucking Themyscira’s greatest champions into a stupor one after the other. A sex battle that had ended the only way it could… with the Queen of the Amazons herself, Diana’s mother Hippolyta, bouncing up and down on his cock while he sat upon her very throne.
Truly, Harry hadn’t gone out of his way to make any of this happen. And yet, happen it had. The hubris of the Amazons had led them down this path. Their pride and arrogance had turned them into the horny, cock-hungry slaves to their own passions and lusts that were before him now.
While Diana lays sprawled on the table before him, bound in her own golden lasso, acting as platter and feeder alike, offering him choice meats with her fingers and sweet drink from her coated tits, Harry sits… and enjoys the affections of her mother under the table.
Down below, kneeling before what would normally be her own seat, is Queen Hippolyta. The golden-haired Queen of the Amazons kneels between Harry’s legs, her lips wrapped around the very phallus that has brought about the downfall of her people. Her royal attire is nowhere to be found either. Her body is laid bare and her golden crown has been refashioned into a golden collar and leash that is tightly wound around one of Harry’s hands turned into a fist.
Meanwhile, Diana’s warrior physique honed through years of training now serves an entirely different purpose… pleasuring the man who has so thoroughly conquered her heart, her mind, her body… even her soul.
The one regal dining hall is filled with the sounds of slurping and moaning, a symphony of surrender that almost seems to mark the end of an era. The Amazons, proud warriors who were once feared throughout the land, have been reduced to nothing more than playthings for Harry’s pleasure.
… Needless to say, he’s been trying to think of ways to wash his hands of this whole mess. Really, Harry has no desire to be the one who caused an entire warrior people to become… incapacitated by their own lust. Sure, the amount of times he fucked and came inside of most of them means most of them might be temporarily incapacitated by pregnancies in the coming months… but he has no desire to permanently reduce them to a people of sows and sluts, all horny for their next round on their Master’s cock.
Unfortunately, disentangling himself from this situation has proved… difficult so far to say the least. Not only does he have his conquests’ full attention, but there’s also Kara and Galatea to be considered as well. Right now, the Palace’s great hall is filled with the greatest of the Amazons, those most ‘worthy’ of continuing to get to breathe the same air his cock twitches in, to continue to exist in the same space as him.
The rest of the Amazons are outside though, and Harry doesn’t think they’re getting much work done. He’s going to have to change that somehow.
Still, Tea and Kara are also in the Great Hall… dancing in the center. The two Argoans have been instructed by Antiope to oil up their beautiful alien bodies and now they grind against one another to Amazonian music. They also perform increasingly incestuous acts, all in an effort to distract Harry from his meal.
It’s certainly a sight to behold. Tea might be bigger in the chest and hips than Kara was, but that wasn’t stopping the original from matching her clone action for action. Their shared senses and ‘twin telepathy’ allow them to move in tandem with each other too, like a pair of perfectly fitted, incredibly lewd puzzle pieces. Like they were made for each other. Though Harry knows if he ever spoke that thought out loud, they would disagree and resolutely proclaim in unison that they were made for HIM.
He lets out another sigh, this one more rueful than exasperated… but also still a little exasperated. It was funny to think there was a time when Galatea had held the power in their relationship. He didn’t think it was quite right to say she dominated him or anything, certainly not in the way it felt like he dominated her and others now, but she definitely didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer a few times. She’d tended to do whatever the fuck she wanted, expecting him to come along for the ride.
Now… well, Tea will always have a special place in his heart, undeniably. And yet, there’s also no denying that their relationship has evolved significantly, into what he’s witnessing now. Instead of bum rushing him and DEMANDING his attention as she might have in the past, Tea works with Kara to distract and attract him away from what he’s currently doing… which admittedly is starting to feel less and less like he’s having breakfast and more and more like he’s having an early morning mother-daughter threesome with a disgraced Queen and her Princess daughter.
This feeling only ratchets up once Hippolyta finally has enough of Harry’s distracted state and realizes she’s never going to make him cum with her mouth and tongue. All of the sudden, she pulls back off of his cock. Harry, too distracted by Tea and Kara to react, can only glance down as Hippolyta climbs up out from under the great table, causing a lot of slack in her golden leash.
Eyes smoldering with desire and lust Hippolyta climbs up onto the table as Harry watches. She climbs up onto her daughter, positioning herself in a sixty-nine position with the Princess of Themyscira. Harry raises an eyebrow at this, even as Hippolyta slaps her cunt down upon Diana’s face, forcing her daughter to eat her out. At the same time, she reaches back behind herself and spreads her ass cheeks open meaningfully, looking back over her shoulder at him with unconcealed lust in her eyes.
The invitation is obvious… and Harry won’t lie, it’s more than enough to distract him from Kara and Galatea’s dancing and grinding. The air is thick with the musk of sex. Moans and grunts of pleasure echo through the great hall as Amazons service themselves and each other without any sense of shame. Most are masturbating while watching closely to see what Harry will do next though. Only some are taking their pleasure from one another instead.
Shaking his head ruefully, Harry steps up and grabs Hippolyta by her hips. His fingers dig into her supple flesh, his thumbs squeezing her ass cheeks in particular, just above where her fingers are currently spreading those cheeks apart as far as possible. Her puckered anus all but winks at him in anticipation as Harry brings his cock to bear on it… and then thrusts forward.
The disgraced Queen of the Amazons cries out in ecstasy as Harry’s thick, throbbing bitch breaker plunges deep into her tight asshole. Hippolyta’s back arches, squishing her voluptuous breasts against Diana’s chiseled thighs. Her hands falling away from her ass now that he’s inside of her, Hippolyta’s fingers dig into the thick wood of the table beneath her as she braces herself against Harry’s powerful thrusts.
Diana, meanwhile, is not idle. While she does pause for a moment to watch transfixed as her mother’s body undulates with each forceful penetration, she soon returns to eating Hippolyta out, while also sometimes alternating to lick and slurp at Harry’s swinging ball sack.
The lewd symphony of wet flesh slapping against flesh and the squelching noises of a massive conquering cock going in and out of a thoroughly defeated asshole fill the great hall. The scent of arousal only grows heavier in the air as the other Amazons who have earned their right to be here in the Palace watch on with lust and need in their eyes.
But Harry pays them no mind. Instead, he focuses on the task at hand. Thrusting in and out of Hippolyta’s ass, making the blonde Queen squeal and shudder as he fucks her hard and fast. Then, after a moment… he pulls back and switches things up, his cock instead going right into Diana’s mouth.
The Princess of the Amazons chokes and gurgles at the sudden switch up. Gagging and sputtering as Harry’s huge cock slams into her throat, Diana is forced to swallow his thick shaft. Tears stream down her cheeks as he pounds her face with brutal efficiency, but even through that discomfort, it’s obvious the symbol of feminine pride everywhere is thrilled to be submitting to his lusts, her tongue swirling this way and that and her cheeks suctioning inwards to suck his pistoning cock all the harder.
She’s left gasping for air a moment later when he pulls out suddenly yet again, this time to plunge right back into Hippolyta’s tight hole, stretching her royal anus once more. The Queen’s screams and squeals echo through the great hall, before being replaced with words of submission and degradation.
“H-Hear me, my sisters! Hear me, O’ fellow Amazons!”
Her voice rings out, even as Harry raises an eyebrow, tugging on her leash a bit and making her arch her back all the harder. Still, he doesn’t tug hard enough to choke her out or cut her off… he’s curious what she has to say. Instead, he continues alternating his thrusts between Hippolyta’s ass and Diana’s abused throat, making the Princess choke on his meat while her mother chokes out her words.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
“We have been, nnngh, d-defeated wholesale! We have been CONQUERED by this man! I submit to his cock! I submit to his majesty! For too long have we Amazon women thought ourselves superior to m-men! No more! No longer! Our new Master has shown us the depths of our, nnngh, f-folly! We must submit! We must kneel before his might, before his masculine p-prowess!”
Moaning intensifies all around the great hall in the face of Hippolyta’s proclamation. Meanwhile, Harry gets the sense that her words aren’t just for the people in this room… is she somehow projecting her voice to all of Themyscira right now? If that is the case…
Harry yanks harder on Hippolyta’s leash and then reaches out, grabbing hold of her golden hair and pulling the disgraced Queen’s head back until her spine is like a backwards C and her gasping is audible. He drives his cock back into her asshole, even as he whispers in her ear for a few long moments.
Finally, he finishes what he’s saying and releases his grip on Hippolyta’s hair, letting her fall forward once more as he stops pulling quite so hard on the golden leash as well. At the same time, Harry pulls out of Hippolyta’s anus and drives himself back into Diana’s throat, skull fucking the Themyscirian Princess as her mother finds her voice.
“M-My people! My s-sisters! Hear my w-words! Our Master speaks, a-ah, through me!”
Better than him trying to speak directly to all of these horny Amazon sluts, Harry figures. It was the first key to distancing himself from this mess. The second step was in Hippolyta’s next words, even as her daughter’s throat is relentlessly defiled by his massive phallus.
“Our M-Master… demands we do not g-give up our warrior’s p-pride! Despite our defeat at his, nngh, h-hands, he acknowledges the strength of our a-arms and the history of our people!”
The energy in the great hall shifts. Everyone had been focusing heavily on what he was doing and on Hippolyta’s submission and supplication… but now they focus on the actual words coming out of her mouth upon hearing that they come from Harry himself and are so… different from what they’re expecting. Harry hopes everyone on the island is focusing on Hippolyta’s words in the same exact way.
“We are… to continue to live our d-daily lives. We are to continue to persist as we always have, as the p-proud Amazon Warriors of Themyscira! We are to c-continue to hold back the men who would try to take from us. Only our Master is worthy of our submission! Only our Master is worthy of us setting aside our pride and supplicating ourselves before him!”
Harry hoped this worked. He didn’t consider himself a hero or anything, but he also didn’t view himself as a villain either. He cared about the world and the people in it and protecting them from the various evils that pervaded it. Sure, his first loyalty was not to the Secret Sea given he’d made an Oath, but he also cared about the Earth as well.
As such, letting Themyscira fall to lust and debauchery, allowing the entire race of Amazon women to become lewd sluts who just thought about their next hard dicking and stopped doing any of the things they’d been doing before… that sounded like a Very Bad Idea.
“R-Return to your lives, sisters! Return to your d-day to day activities with your heads held high, knowing that y-your defeat came at the hands of a good man… of a GREAT man! Know that your Master, OUR Master wishes for you to remain as you are… and cherish your memories with him, as well as a-any gifts he might have left you to remind you of your time together!”
As Hippolyta falls silent, Harry grunts and pulls back out of Diana’s thoroughly used throat. He thrusts back into Hippolyta’s ass and this time he reaches up and grabs the Amazon Queen by the shoulders. Then, he REALLY starts fucking the gorgeous woman’s backdoor, plowing into Hippolyta’s bowels nonstop and with increasingly insistent force until he finally cums at long last.
Hippolyta squeals and shrieks, analgasming explosively all over the place as a result of this rough finale to her and her daughter’s morning threesome with him. Meanwhile, Harry’s load proves to be too much for Hippolyta’s anus. His seed winds up overflowing out of her ass and down onto Diana’s face, drenching and coating the bound heroine’s features in sticky semen as she moans deliriously and licks and slurps what she can from around her mouth.
Finally releasing Hippolyta’s leash, Harry lets the Queen fall face first into her daughter’s cunt as the two Amazonian women quickly begin engaging in a proper sixty-nine, moaning all the while in abject delight and arousal as they slurp and suck and shudder atop one another.
Harry, meanwhile, steps away from them, knowing he’s far from done. The day is just getting started after all, and despite Hippolyta’s words emptying out the great hall as more and more Amazons return to their work, there are still some who remain behind. The Amazon Generals Antiope and Philippus remain for instance. As does the Champion Nubia.
And of course… Kara and Tea remain as well. It’s those two that Harry actually focuses on, ignoring the remaining Amazons in favor of giving his Argoan girls a big, broad smile. Spreading his arms wide, he offers his body up to them as payment for the lovely show of grinding, dancing, kissing, and molesting they’ve been engaging in all morning long.
Funnily enough… Kara makes the first move this time around. Before Galatea can react, the original blonde is already in front of him, zipping over with speed that only a Kryptonian or an Argoan could have. The blonde blushes up at him deeply once she realizes her instincts drove her to sprint over… and then she drops to her knees before him, her eyes fixating on his throbbing manhood.
Reaching out, Kara wraps her soft fingers around the base of his shaft, licking her lips in anticipation.
“Mm, still so big and hard even after d-dealing with those Amazon sluts. So big and hard, just for us…”
Leaning in, her warm breath tickling the tip and her eyes fluttering, Kara extends her tongue to lick a long, slow swipe along the underside of his shaft. She then swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, savoring the musky taste of both his arousal and the mess left behind by Hippolyta and Diana. She then gets to work cleaning him up properly of that mess, bobbing up and down and swirling her tongue this way and that until Harry is fully cleaned off and spit-polished by her mouth.
Only then does Kara pull back and glance over at Tea, giving her a coy smile.
“What are you waiting for, Tea? Come on then. Come worship Harry’s perfect cock with me, just like the obedient little sluts we are~”
She doesn’t wait for a response either. Instead, Kara immediately takes him into her mouth, her pouty lips stretching around his girth as she starts bobbing her head for purposes of pleasure rather than cleaning. She sucks on his cock with a wanton hunger and her eyes flutter shut in bliss for a moment as she loses herself in pleasuring him, soft moans reverberating up and down his length.
Harry watches this… and then looks to Galatea, curious to see how the bustier blonde will react. For a long moment, Galatea hesitates, clearly caught off guard by Kara’s bold impulsive actions. Then, finally, she settles for smirking as she watches her ‘twin’ service Harry’s cock with sloppy but eager enthusiasm.
Sauntering over, her wider hips swaying seductively, Tea lets out a small little laugh as she approaches the two of them.
“Well now… looks like someone’s stolen the lead from me and got started without me.”
She purrs as she trails a finger along the spot where Kara’s lips are suctioned down around Harry’s cock.
“I’d say don’t be greedy… but we share everything, don’t we? Even now, I can feel his cock in your mouth and throat, Kara. I can feel your core heating up, your empty pussy clenching in arousal. I can feel it as much as if it were my own… because it is my own~”
Despite her words, Tea drops to her knees beside the other blonde all the same. And a moment later, when Kara pulls back off of his cock, Galatea is there to take her place, gripping the base of Harry’s shaft and angling it toward her own lips. She flicks out her tongue for a moment, lapping at a bead of precum glistening on the tip of his dick before taking him deep into her mouth.
She starts bobbing her head, easily matching the same rhythm that Kara had set. Kara, seeing this, leans in again, starting from his balls and then moving her lips up to the base of his cock and along the side. Their lips meet in the process, both of them moaning wantonly around his thick length.
Just like when they danced, their ‘twin telepathy’ allows them to work in tandem here as well. One moment, Galatea might have him in her mouth. The next, Kara might. One moment, Kara might be swirling her tongue along his balls. The next, Tea. Over and over again, like yin and yang, the two blondes easily move and swirl around each other, never getting in the other’s way, never interfering with one another.
The two women work in tandem, worshipping every last inch of Harry’s manhood with their skilled mouths and tongues as they take turns deep throating his cock and gagging and drooling along his shaft and balls. Until finally, Harry can hold back no further. He pulls back and cums with a load groan, spraying his seed all over their faces and tits.
Kara gasps in delight as his hot jizz splatters across her front. She even sticks out her tongue, eagerly catching some of the thick ropes of his cum in her mouth. Galatea is no different, shivering in ecstasy and moaning wantonly right alongside her blonde ‘twin’. The Argoan Clone even goes so far as to scoop some of the thick seed up with her fingers, bringing it to her mouth to savor the taste.
“Mmm~ Delicious!”
Kara giggles, giving Galatea a coy look.
“Looks like we’re wearing our favorite accessory now, Tea. But I want more... so much more!”
Again, the ‘goody two shoes’ of the blonde pair takes her ‘evil clone’ by surprise. Launching herself at Galatea, she pins the bustier, fuller version of herself to the ground and begins licking Harry’s seed right off of her face and tits. Galatea moans and squirms under this sudden assault but doesn’t hesitate to return the favor.
However, Kara has ulterior motives, as Harry quickly realizes when she begins to wave her naked, oiled up behind in his direction enticingly.
Galatea might have a bigger ass, just like she has a bigger everything else, but that doesn’t make Kara’s pert posterior any less appealing. He appreciates both of his space girls equally to be honest and approves of both of their body types the same exact amount. And since Kara has, for once, actually managed to get one over on Tea… well then, Harry figured that should be rewarded.
Stepping forward, he crouches down, grabs Kara by the hips, and slams into her waiting cunt without so much as a ‘by your leave’. Even Kara, who was definitely inviting him to fuck her doggystyle, is taken by surprise as well as pleasure as Harry enters her from behind. Her hands squeeze down all the harder on Galatea’s tits, kneading them tightly as her knuckles widen, while Harry pounds into her wet twat with great force.
Each powerful thrust makes her body jolt forward into Tea as the two moan and makeout with one another, until finally Kara throws her head back with a loud cry.
“Yes! Yes, fuck me harder! Use me like your personal fuck toy, Harry!”
Having finally realized what Kara has done, Galatea growls from under her.
“Oooh, you opportunistic bitch~”
And yet, there’s no real anger or heat in Tea’s voice. The answer why is obvious… even if Kara is managing to run circles around her more voluptuous clone in this encounter, it doesn’t really matter in the end… because both of them experience what the other feels anyways.
Their ‘twin telepathy’ is still fully at work here, allowing Galatea to moan just as wantonly as she experiences how hard Harry is fucking Kara from behind. Mewling and shuddering, Kara looks down at her clone and giggles.
“Y-You know you love it, slut~”
Then, in another rare display of taking charge and being the confident one in the relationship, Kara reaches down and grabs hold of Galatea’s head, pulling her up to force her to latch onto Kara’s rock hard nipples. Sure, Kara might not be as well-endowed as her clone, but she’s also not flat by any stretch of the imagination. It’s a testament to how far Tea has come that she submits to her original self’s actions, slurping and sucking and biting at Kara’s teats.
Crying out from the overwhelming pleasure, Kara humps back into Harry’s thrusts even harder as his thick cock stretches her out deliciously, leaving her cumming her brains out over and over again upon his cock.
“Y-Yes! Make me cum more on your big dick, Harry! Please, h-harder!”
Harder, Harry can do. He grunts as he picks up the pace, until eventually Kara is squealing and shrieking and finally… he tips over the edge and cums deep inside of her, filling her womb with his seed. Kara’s entire body seizes up and spasms. Even Tea, under her, stiffens up from the experience, both Argoans feeling the same ecstasy and bliss as Harry fills Kara to the brim and then some.
Then, it’s over and he pulls out, having finished her off. However… it’s not truly done. Not yet. Pulling out his wand, Harry flicks it twice. The first flick gently pushes Kara away from Tea, depositing her on her side next to them both. The second cleans Galatea up of any excess… fluids that don’t belong to her, though it leaves her glistening with her sweat all the same.
Lunging forward, Harry lays his lips on his first lover’s, kissing her deeply right then and there in the midst of the Amazon’s Palace. Needless to say, Galatea is caught off guard by the sudden aggressive kiss, her blue eyes going wide for a moment. But in the end she reciprocates, kissing back just as heatedly.
A wanton, muffled moan leaves her lips and enters Harry’s mouth as his hands roam her body, sliding along her toned curves, squeezing her firm tits and firm ass equally. Finally breaking apart for air, Harry’s eyes twinkle as he looks down at Tea’s flushed face.
“We’ve come a long way, haven’t we Tea?”
Galatea blushes at that. They haven’t ever really discussed the dramatic change in their dynamic, not fully. For a moment, she hesitates, seeming to have mixed feelings. But then she glances over at a smiling Kara and her face softens.
“I suppose… I s-suppose we have, Harry.”
Harry can tell she doesn’t want to truly talk about it. She’s not one for big talks about their feelings. He’ll take the admission for what it is and give her what she truly wants.
Before she can react, he shoves his cock deep inside of her tight pussy, making her gasp and moan loudly before crying out and arching her back as he drives into her depths just the way he knows she loves.
Despite some initiation hesitation, Tea’s body quickly betrays her. Her hips buck up to meet Harry’s thrusts, her walls clench around him… and soon, her legs wrap around his waist and lock behind his back as well. She squeezes down, not just on his body but also his shaft and he can feel her aroused wetness dripping down his balls as he pounds into her mercilessly hard enough to send them slapping against her taint.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the grand hall, accompanied by Galatea’s wanton moans and cries. Her hands scramble along Harry’s back before ultimately she settles for digging her nails into his skin as she holds on for dear life. He can tell how much Galatea is enjoying every last second of this intimate one-on-one fuck, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she gurgles and pants heavily.
“Yes! Fuck me harder, Harry! Ruin my tight little cunt with your big fat fucking COCK!”
Her filthy words only serve to spur him on, making him pound into her harder and faster by the second. Galatea’s body shakes and writhes beneath him, her large tits bouncing with each thrust. He can even see her abs flexing when he looks down, trying desperately to keep up with his brutal pace.
There’s no denying who’s in charge here anymore. There’s no denying which of them has come out on top and taken the throne.
“Cumming! C-Cummiiiiing!”
Tea squeals as she voices her submission by announcing her orgasms to him. She shudders as her body is wracked with explosive climax after explosive climax. She mewls and whimpers, when she’s not shouting and shrieking at the top of her lungs.
Finally, with one last powerful thrust, Harry buries himself deep inside of his first love. He feels Tea’s pussy spasming and clenching around him as she cums hard one last time, her juices gushing out around his shaft. Her pussy walls milk him of his release even as her fluids soak his crotch.
Galatea throws back her head, letting out a loud, shameless moan even as the two of them ride out their mutual intense orgasm together, all the way until the end.
Only once Tea is just as creampied as Kara does Harry pull out of the Argoan Clone and rise to his feet. Power courses through him even then, despite a quick glance out the window showing that they’ve fucked the entire morning away. It’s past midday by this point, and yet… Harry doesn’t feel tired or exhausted. His women certainly look it, though the Amazon Generals and Champion who remain in the Great Hall clearly wouldn’t mind each going a round.
Harry lets his gaze sweep over Antiope, Philippus, and Nubia for a moment, before snorting and shrugging his shoulders. He might as well enjoy his vacation to the fullest extent, right? He wouldn’t be staying on Themyscira forever after all. Places to go, people to see, yada yada.
Except, just as that thought crosses his mind, and before he can step towards the Generals and Champion waiting for his attention… there’s an interruption.
“Harry. I’m afraid I’m going to have to interrupt.”
Blinking Harry turns to see a portal to the Secret Sea swirl into existence on the ground, Vivienne rising up out of it like it’s a pool of water. The Lady of the Lake does look regretful, even as she gazes around at his conquests in amusement and pride. Harry frowns. If she wasn’t here to admonish him for accidentally conquering the Amazonian People, then…
“Earth is under attack. And the Secret Sea will be next if it is not stopped.”
Harry’s eyes widen at that, his back immediately straightening up as his jaw clenches.
“What’s happening? Who’s attacking us?”
“It is not an invasion from beyond the stars… but rather, from the ocean depths.”
Wait, what?
“And your Quest is not to stop the sea creatures from attacking everything on the surface indiscriminately either.”
It’s not?! That sounds pretty bad! Still, Harry knows better at this point. Peering at the Lady of the Lake curiously, he asks the right question.
“What exactly is my Quest, milady?”
Smiling at him, the blue-skinned beauty sighs melodically.
“The Ruler of the Seas and King of Atlantis… has been kidnapped. Someone has taken Aquaman and spirited him away from his throne. The seas rise up in outrage at this injustice. The attacks will continue until Aquaman is rescued and returned to where he belongs. And if the Oceans are allowed to destroy the Surface of Earth, they will eventually turn their sights to places such as my Realm in search of their missing monarch.”
Ah… he got it now.
“Your Quest, my dear Champion, is to find out who took Aquaman and rescue the King of Atlantis. Return him to his throne and save the Surface of your world from the monsters that lurk in its Depths.”
Right. No pressure.