Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

Keza didn't know how it came to her, but she found herself punching Byron lightly on the chest. She was full of giggles.

"I know what you're trying to do," she said. "I'm not an idiot."

"There's nothing I'm trying to do. I just want a few hours to ride back to New Themiscyra, ease their worries and come back before you finish your 3-day prayers."

She burst out laughing. "Hehe! You really expect me to believe that bullshit? What if you don't come back? What will I tell the others then?"

"I'll come back. I promise!"

"Listen! Why don't you wait for Hippolyta and ask her? If she says yes, you will go. No. Actually, if all of them agree. You will go. How about that, huh?"

Byron wasn't sure if those other girls would agree to let him go without first demanding to have a taste of his cock, but he had a feeling that Hippolyta would agree.

She had told him that the only reason she allowed his kidnapping was because she was afraid of what Keza might have done.

Now that Keza was in line, what other excuse will Hippolyta give?

He nodded his head.

"Yeah! Let's wait for her. Uhm... Why not go to her?"

"We can't! She is leading the pre-night prayer. We cannot disturb her."

Byron was about to ask what that was, but he figured it might be what they called the night before the Three Suns and Moons With Mother Calliope thing.

When he didn't ask anything, Keza assumed he understood what she meant, then decided to change the topic.

"Why don't we have a chit chat while we wait? Who are you?"

Byron furrowed his eyebrows, giving her a questioning look.

"What do you mean who I am? You already know that I'm Byron."

She harrumphed. "Humph! Since when knowing someone's name equals knowing them? There's a difference between who you are and what's your name. Now I'm asking, who are you really? Or, who were you before coming here?"

'She's got a point!' thought Byron.

"Well," he began, looking into her emerald eyes. They almost looked like his, but hers were more on a hazel side whereas his were more on a godly cyan one.

He liked hers when they turned ruby though. He actually liked a lot of things about her when she transformed and acquired that crimson hue, everything bigger and better.

"I'm a warrior," he said. "I was with my friends on a quest to break the curse Hera placed upon you. Obviously, you can tell we didn't succeed."

"I think you succeeded," she said, confusing Byron.

"How? My friends died and I ended up here."

"Exactly! I'm sorry about your friends, but your presence here changes everything. Now none of us will ever have to deal with lust-sick, the number one curse Hera put on us."

"I guess you're right!"

Him coming to their realm really changed everything. But it wasn't Pachilles who succeeded. It was Byron. Simply, the band of warriors had really failed.

Otherwise, Byron's soul wouldn't have been able to take over this body. Since he could not share those details with Keza, he decided to just agree with her.

"I guess... I guess you're right!"

She was overjoyed. "I told you. Hehe!"

"It's your turn. Who are you?"

Most of the things she said about herself, Byron already knew. She was a succubus, possessive and Hippolyta's closest friend.

That wasn't always the case though. Apparently, she was 19 years old when Hera banished the Amazons.

Her mother had another Amazon for a lover, a woman who had been beside her during her pregnancy. A few days after reaching this realm, they made love and that was the end of their love story.

"At the time," continued Keza, "we didn't know that making love with a fellow woman or masturbating led to death. Many of us were dying, so we blamed it on Penthesilea."

"I was the one who fueled Hippolyta's hate for her, thinking she was the reason my mother died. It took me so long to realize that what happened wasn't to blame for any of us.

"To realize that it was all because of that witch on Mount Olympus. Now my one and only goal is that one day I shall have my revenge on her, whatever it will take."

Hera wasn't just a goddess. She was the Queen of Olympus, the mountain where the gods resided. Byron doubted Keza could ever have her revenge on her.

Perhaps there was a way.

That's why he asked, "How does one have revenge on a powerful goddess like her?"

"Well, that's why we pray to Mother Calliope," answered Keza. "We think she will help us figure that out. If she doesn't, I can always seduce Zeus. Hera might kill me afterwards, but her jealousy will never allow her to forget me. She will always feel pain at the thought of me."

Byron wasn't sure if any of those plans would ever work. Zeus was always the one who chose who to cheat on Hera with, not the other way around.

And it was always...

'Oh! Zeus always falls in love when he accidently encounters a beauty. Perhaps Keza is planning on creating that accident encounter herself.'

How will she know where to plant her trap, Byron did not know. But hey, she was a succubus. In her words, divine. Surely she had a card or two up her sleeves.

"That sounds like a good plan," he said. "However, I don't think sacrificing your life just to make your enemy jealousy is a good way to end your life."

"I know. That will be a last resort. I mean, it just means I'm willing to do anything. Anything to give that evil witch a taste of her own medicine."

Their conversation went on for a few more minutes, then they both fell asleep, still waiting for Hippolyta.

In the morning, Byron woke up to the sounds of singing.

It wasn't exactly a song. It was more of a chant, but the fact that there were so many different beautiful voices chanting it together made it sound so sweet to his ears.

Keza was lying right beside him, in his arms, her head resting on his chest. This was the most intimate way he had ever been woken up.

That is, of course, if one excluded the freaky yesterday morning where Penthesilea's girls sneaked-in on him and started sucking his dick before he even woke up.

'I guess Hippolyta's girls are more disciplined,' he thought before he remembered the contents of his conversation with Keza last night.

'It's the first day of that Three Suns and Moons With Mother Calliope thing. Is that why they're chanting? Is that how they praise Calliope?'

If only Keza was awake, Byron wouldn't be asking himself these questions. However, he didn't feel the need to wake her up.

He stayed still, afraid that moving would stir her.

Besides, where would he go? Even though he was excited to see how that city looked, to see the famous Themiscyra with his own eyes, he didn't even know the way out of this room.

Or, what if he ran into a mob of lustful girls? He wasn't in a mood for sex.

He instead stared at Keza, his gaze mainly lingering on her lips. Pink and soft, they brought back the steamy memories from last night.

The corners of his lips curled into a knowing smile.

That's when she woke up.

Her eyes met and locked Byron's for a while, almost as if they had hypnotized each other.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she finally asked, still staring at him.

"I could ask you the same thing," replied Byron, not taking his eyes off her.

"You're making me shy."

Byron burst out laughing when she said this.

"Stop the cap! No succubus is known for being shy. Anyways, you were supposed to say good morning or at least ask me how my night was."

"What does stop the cap mean?"

'Oh, shit! I forgot she doesn't know any slang. Anyways, aren't Amazons Greeks? How am I able to talk to them in... Ah! It's not English.'

Byron's soul was inside Pachilles' body, which made him speak their language too fluently to notice that it was not English he was speaking.

'Now that I think about it,' he thought, a smile on his face,'Stop the cap sounds even more weird in this language.'

"It means stop lying."

"But I'm not lying. You staring at me like that makes me shy."

"Then why aren't you averting your gaze if you're that shy?"

"Can't take my eyes off your handsome face. It's even more handsome now that I'm watching it up close."

For the sake of the compliment, Byron chuckled. She was probably right. After all, she also was more beautiful up close.

"You look so beautiful too," he said and watched as she blushed, then decided to tease her even more.

"But there's no way you can convince me that you're shy."

"But I am!" she protested.

He chuckled, again. "You called me daddy countless times. I can't..."

She burst into laughter, punching him playfully in the chest.

"Stop being a bully!"

"I will, if you call me daddy again."

Now she looked really embarrassed that she averted her gaze. "Please stop!"

"Something is missing..."

"Stop it!"

"Just one word!"

"Please, daddy!"

Just the mention of this word made him so excited. He started tickling her. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

She struggled, giggling as he tickled her and that made her naked body rub against his.

He wasn't in the mood for sex, but his dick didn't care. Feeling her soft melons rub against his skin sent it into throbbing mode.

'I guess I'm in the mood...'