Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

Hippolyta and her girls had entered the hall with their weapons, and Penthesilea had done nothing to stop them.

Byron thought that had been a stupid thing to do. Letting your enemy into your house, with her weapons and sitting with her while you don't have your weapons with you.

He was soon going to learn that he had underestimated Penthesilea and her girls.

Because, when Hippolyta and her girls drew their swords, Penthesilea's girls immediately glanced at her, and when she nodded, they suddenly had weapons in their hands, ready to defend themselves.

Byron would later learn that weapons were fastened under the tables. That New Themyscira was always ready to defend itself.

However, right now, he knew he had to do something.

Hippolyta's girls outnumbered Penthesilea's.

But then again, perhaps Penthesilea's girls were better fighters than Hippolyta's. Perhaps they could win.

After all, wasn't he the one who witnessed Alcippe take down several twisted wolves in a heartbeat. Imagine if all of Penthesilea's girls could fight like that.

Hippolyta would stand no chance.

'It's not about winning!' he told himself.

And he was right.

Even if Penthesilea did win, several of her girls would die in the process. Several of Hippolyta's too.

They would die, when he could stop it.

That's why he quickly stood up and instinctively approached Hippolyta, laughing.

"Haha! I must be of high value if you're willing to kill seventy four people, your sisters included, just to take me in... Whole? Uh, yeah! That's what you said. You can't cut off my hand 'cause I'm alive, so you want to take me in full package. How generous!"

Byron knew that this was serious, but only by making it seem less so could he prevent it.

He stepped closer to Hippolyta and took a pause to observe her body.

She was both like Penthesilea and nothing like her. Whereas Penthesilea had a thin and long face, Hippolyta had a small and plump one.

Where Penthesilea was tan, her skin more like honey than human, Hippolyta was pale. Her attire proved she was more of a warrior than Penthesilea, but she looked more softer.

Oh, and of course her eyes. Golden. Like her sister's. We already know her hair was black, only different from Penthesilea's because she forced her to dye it.

Most importantly, they were both very beautiful.

It would be a shame if any of them died, not to mention, fighting for a dick.

But hey, who is to say that a dick isn't worth fighting for? Men fight for a pussy all the time.

"Tell me," continued Byron, his face now so close to Hippolyta's that their lips were just an inch apart. "What is it that you want from me? Perhaps it's something I can give you right here without needing to shed blood or to take me to a journey I didn't wish for, huh?"

As expected, Hippolyta could not find words to describe what she wanted from him.

I want you to come with me so you can fuck me and my girls. Could she say that? No way!

That's why she stiffened, trying to hold her breath as Byron edged closer.

"I said," she said, "if you don't come with me, I'll kill them!"

Byron let out a chuckle. "Ah, I see! So serious."

He touched her cheeks with his finger, traced it down her body until it reached her chest. She winced, indicating that whatever he was doing was working.

If she took him to her city, this was what she would want him to do to her. Intimacy. That's why she could not bring herself to tell him to stop.

This boosted Byron's courage, then while still speaking, he pinched her nipple.

It was a risky thing to do to a fierce warrior with a sword in her hand, but he knew she did not come here to kill him.

"If you want me," he said, his hand still encroaching her boob, "you can come and tell me why and what I would gain from it. You don't come and threaten to kill all those around me. Now, what do you want?"

Hippolyta was as stiff as a pole, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing, unable to either say no to his advances or say yes.

"I want you to come with me!"

"Very well!" said Byron, his left hand gently snatching the sword from her hand.

He glanced at her girls and said, "Why don't you girls put away your weapons and eat? See, your queen has given me hers!"

Of course they didn't obey him, at least not until Hippolyta nodded at them.

"Now, I know what you want from me. To come with you. What's in it for me? Surely, you wouldn't have mistaken me for a philanthropist, did you?"

This time, his lips were way past her face, beside her eyes, his words a whisper.

Those close enough could hear him though.

"What does Penthesilea give you for being with her?" Hippolyta whispered back, her breath so low due to the magnificent work Byron's right hand was doing on her chest.

She was struggling to keep in moans, let alone speak.

"No! Don't ask what others give me. Tell me what you have for me."

"OK then! Whatever it is they give you, I have several times more. More girls. More beauty. Bigger city. And of course, a bigger title."

To be honest, she had a point.

If Byron accepted to go with Hippolyta, she would cherish him just like Penthesilea did, girls would be more in her city... Everything would be better in her city.

He was almost tempted.

"Oh, I almost forgot that you call yourself the Only Queen. So you mean to say that if I go with you, I'll earn the title of the Only King? But I already have that. I'm the only, Only King. Know any other?"

She was about to say something but he wouldn't let her. He suddenly squeezed her boob so hard that a moan escaped from her lips.

"Can we take this somewhere private?" she asked.

What he was doing to her was making her look weak and vulnerable in front of her girls. In front of her enemies.

She didn't like to look that way.

Byron couldn't agree more. The dragon in his pants had started waking up. Being somewhere private with a beauty like Hippolyta sounded like the best thing to do before the one-eyed creature fully woke up.