Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

Hippolyta had another orgasm before Byron even got near his first.

This came off as a surprise to him. He had not increased his stamina or anything, deciding to keep things natural, so he was surprised that he still managed to last longer than her.

It wasn't long enough though. Because, just a few minutes after Hippolyta's second orgasm, he pulled his dick out of her pussy and his cum shot onto her belly.

The sight was arousing enough, the reason why instead of taking time to catch his breath, he immediately flipped Hippolyta and put her on all fours.

Her pussy was still wet.

Byron pushed his dick inside from behind and pondered her, this time spanking her beautiful butt cheeks from time to time. After all, she was in a doggy style and that made it easy for his hands to access her ass.

"Stop! Stop! Oh, god! Yes!"

Byron watched as her butt cheeks turned crimson from all the spanking. It was satisfying to look at.

Just a few hours ago, if not minutes, he was riding with Alcippe, afraid that he might reach the palace too late. That he might reach the palace, only to find that the evil Hippolyta had murdered Penthesilea and the others.

Now...

Now the evil queen he had feared so much was pinned on the bed by his strong hand as the other spanked her ass, his dick ravaging her pussy.

Who would have thought?

Byron continued thrusting into her, happy that the one and only villain who he feared was no longer a threat.

Or at least he thought.

After all, who knew if Hippolyta was going to suddenly start her heroine arc just because she lost her virginity?

Who knew if she wasn't going to become addicted to sex, demanding Byron to be hers and hers alone?

'Why am I bothering myself with these useless thoughts?' Byron wondered, bringing all his attention back to what mattered.

The present.

Hippolyta was pinned down, screaming and begging for his mercy, not the other way around. If he did this once, who was to say that he wouldn't do it twice?

She had two more orgasms, bringing the total number to four. Byron was yet to have his second.

It took quite some time of pounding her before he shouted, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Please, cum inside of me this time!" she pleaded.

"I thought you would want to drink it!" Byron said as he quickly pulled out and told her to kneel in front of him.

"Why are you not cu..."

She was about to ask something, but Byron put a finger on his lips, shutting her up.

"Just drink. You don't wanna spill your first ever holy milk, do you?"

Her lips twitched but no words came out.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out," he ordered.

Hippolyta obeyed.

With her mouth open, it was easy for Byron to shoot his cum inside. He grunted as he shot two more loads, then told her to swallow it.

The look on her face was close to disgust as she swallowed.

"Do you not like it?" he asked.

"I... I... " she stuttered, still swallowing her own saliva. It looked like she wanted to wash the cum away.

"What? Is it not sweet?"

"I... I just thought it was wasteful," she replied.

"What do you mean?"

"It should be inside my vagina right now, forming the baby. Why didn't you finish inside me? Do you not want me to have your babies?"

She looked sad.

Byron let out a chuckle, hit by realization. "Oh! So that's what you were about to ask when I shut you up? Damn! Of course not. I didn't finish inside you because I wanted to have more rounds. You see, when a man finishes inside a woman, the pussy becomes sticky and requires waiting a long time for another round. I was planning to cum inside you on the last round."

Byron wasn't sure if this was true, but it had happened to him both yesterday with the girls in the Falling Hall and with them this morning in the kitchen.

It had made it hard to thrust faster, so he hated it.

"Oh!" exclaimed Hippolyta, suddenly happy. "I thought you didn't want to give me a baby. That you were punishing me by making me swallow him."

Byron burst into laughter.

"Him? It's just cum. Yes! It's what gives babies. It ain't no baby yet though. If that were true, then you would have eaten thousands if not millions of babies in one swallow."

"Really?"

He nodded his head.

She looked at his cock, which was miraculously still hard and close to her lips. Byron was surprised that she was now looking at it without shyness like minutes ago.

"I see you're ready for another round," she said with a giggle.

Byron would have told her to suck it. However, deflowering her and tearing her hymen apart had left his dick covered in blood.

That's why he instead collapsed on the bed, inviting her to climb on top of him and ride him.

For a first time rider, she was good. She bounced her ass on him, her pointy boobs, pale and with pink nipples, jiggling.

It was a sight to behold.

Byron uplifted his back, hugging her so those pointy little things could rub on his chest. He had never felt anything like it.

While she was still bouncing on top of him, her lips found his and they devoured each other until they both trembled and screamed and panted.

This time Byron released his seed deep inside her pussy. They remained holding each other for a few minutes.

And then everything changed!

Despite being tired and sweaty and sleepy and unable to walk on her own, Hippolyta grabbed some clothes, wore them and insisted on leaving.

"Why such a hurry? You can spend the night!" Byron said, not believing that he was the one persuading her to stay.

It had been his intention to ask her to leave, but not this fast. The fact that she couldn't take a step without groaning was proof enough. She wasn't fit for the journey.

"I have a kingdom to rule!" she said, attempting to take another step.

"Didn't you leave someone in charge?"

"I trust no one!" she said.

"What about Keza? Didn't you leave her behind? Don't you trust her?"

Keza was the redhead who had held a sword onto Byron's neck as she rode his cock back in the valley.

Byron remembered Alcippe saying that she was one of Hippolyta's formidable warriors. That she was the one who eliminated all of Hippolyta's enemies. How could she not trust her?

When Hippolyta heard Byron mention the name Keza, she flinched and stiffened. "How do you know Keza?"

Her voice was hostile. It sounded like she was frightened of something.

Byron just laughed. "Relax! She just put my cock into her pussy for a few seconds. I didn't want it."

"And she told you her name?"

Byron shook his head.

"Then how do you know it?"

"Alcippe told me!"

Hippolyta seemed relieved.

This prompted Byron to ask, "Does that mean you don't trust her?"

"Please, you fuck so well and I was impressed. I'm grateful and I don't want to disrespect you. So, can you please stop asking me those stupid questions and get out of the bed and take me to my horse? I can't walk because of you."

Byron took pride in knowing that it was because of him that Hippolyta couldn't walk on her own. There was a smile on his face as he put on some clothes.

Outside, Hippolyta's girls were waiting for her, Penthesilea's standing beside them. They had finished eating long ago and brought their horses into the city.

"Get on your horse girls," she said, trying not to show that she was leaning onto Byron because she couldn't walk on her own.

It was obvious though.

Alcippe was the first to notice it. She smiled at Byron, showing him her thumbs.

Byron chuckled.

Hippolyta's girls climbed onto their horses and watched as Byron helped their queen to mount hers. A white mare.

She took her reins and urged her horse to move without even saying goodbye.

It was only after she was a few paces away from him when she said, "I'm so sorry!"

Byron was confused, a feeling of uneasy setting in.

"Sorry for what?" he asked.

That's when it happened! Something yanked him from behind, lifting him into the air.

"Nooo!" came Alcippe's scream, followed by shouts from Penthesilea and the others.

"It's a succubus!" He heard one of them shout as the thing continued rising up into the sky.

His struggles to break free were futile. Even if he succeeded, what would happen to him? He had reached a height that he would never wish to fall from. There was no reason to continue struggling unless he wanted to fall onto his death.

Who had kidnapped him though? He wondered.