POLL: Queen of Whore Island (Patreon)

 Themyscira had changed much since the spread of a strange curse. The once mighty warriors who guarded the shores now moan and swoon at the mere thought of invaders surging onto their virgin shores. The Queen lounged wantonly upon her gilded throne, her breasts bare to the Mediterranean air as her underclothes no longer fit properly. It was strange, each day she seemed to grow more restless and hazy. Her body growing more curved while she seemed to be growing younger, more taut where thickness hadn't taken over. She watched as her once vigilant guards giggled and moaned, exploring each other on the marble tiles of the royal temple. For a moment she hoped her daughter would come... before it was too... too.... tempting not to join her sisters!