Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

Byron wasn't in the mood to properly react to their lustful looks. Not in the mood to reciprocate with his own.

With a grim one, he walked toward the first table. Before he even reached it, the brunette who was sitting on its head stood up and walked aside, bowing slightly as she gestured for the chair she had been sitting on.

"You may sit here, please!" she said.

"That's very kind of you," replied Byron, lowering himself onto the chair.

"My pleasure, Your Highness!"

Your highness? Byron was amused. More reason to worry about Strawberry. It was she who had called him your highness first.

The girls sitting around the table shot grateful glances at their friend who had sacrificed her seat to give them a chance to sit with Byron.

Of course, they would have done the same to be the ones Byron thanked. The idea just didn't come to them fast enough.

Nevertheless, their faces were beaming out of anticipation.

Instinctively, a blonde with hazel eyes sitting at the foot of the table stood up in an attempt to offer her seat to Queen Otrera, but the Queen dismissed her with a wave of her hand, walking to sit next to Byron instead.

Obviously, the Queen didn't want to eat while sitting over 2 meters away from Byron just so she could stare at him. She wanted to be beside him. Not opposite him.

"Go bring us some plates!" she ordered no one in particular.

The brunette who had offered her seat to Byron bowed slightly before scurrying away to carry out the order. Behind her followed the redhead who had been sitting where Queen Otrera now sat.

"Anyways," began Queen Otrera, shifting her beautiful blue eyes back on Byron, "honey, didn't that creature tell you not to eat unless you're not height sick? I don't approve of her flying you around after those visions. You mustn't give her something she will make an excuse once she fails. I don't want to hear her saying; he puked and that's why I lost my grip on him and he fell and broke the bone in his dick."

Byron couldn't help but burst into laughter. The girls around the table did the same, too, surprising him. He didn't know they were this comfortable around their Queen.

But then again, these were old. Most of them were mothers to the ones in Themiscyra and New Themiscyra. They had been around Queen Otrera for a very long time and that's why they conducted themselves the same way Keza did around Hippolyta.

It was only their looks which made them look as young as any.

Laughing didn't stop Byron from thinking about the Queen's words though.

He had been in an airplane back in the modern times. And he didn't throw up or anything. He had even been on a ship, not to mention his love for high speed cars.

Perhaps flying with a succubus was a different matter, but he suspected he would not be sky or height sick.

Plus, back when she flew him from the Central Castle to the dining one, he didn't feel any side effects.

Of course, the journey to New Themiscyra was going to be long and the altitude higher, but he was hungry. What was he supposed to do?

"I can't starve myself over something I don't know," he said, reaching forward to grab and tear a juicy drumstick off the roasted chicken placed in front of him. "Anyways, didn't Keza tell you not to call her a creature?"

A chuckle escaped from Queen Otrera's lips, amused at how Byron had turned her question on her.

"I would have listened to her if she didn't jinx you," she said, casually tossing her flowering silver hair over her shoulders.

"But she didn't jinx me," Byron protested, his mouth filled with the juicy meat.

He liked that the Amazons didn't bother themselves with what kinds of food should be for breakfast or for lunch or for dinner. They just made sure everything was available. They just ate. "We still don't know the full context of those visions."

"The little I heard is enough," replied Queen Otrera, following Byron's lead to reach out and grab a drumstick too. "You're in trouble and the visions show her beside you. What's that if not her jinxing you?"

"Please stop! You will worry the girls," Byron said after he noticed the look of confusion and concern across the faces of the girls around the table.

They were excited that there was finally a male in their realm, that he was sitting under the same roof as them, around the same table, and now Queen Otrera was saying he was in trouble?

They couldn't help but blink. He couldn't be in trouble. Not before he at least helped them with their unimaginable lust.

If something did happen to him, they reckoned it would make things only worse for them. His presence had them loosen their grips on their lustful thoughts and now their libido ran rampant throughout their bodies.

If something happened to him, who else would quench that lust?

"They should be worried," said Queen Otrera, making them even more afraid.

She and Byron argued for a while. Without realizing, Byron engaged the other girls into the argument and it soon turned into a different conversation all together and the jokes started flying around and the laughter spilled to the tables until the whole kitchen was filled with joy.

The brunette and the redhead had long returned with plates for Byron and Queen Otrera. They had occupied other chairs and they were also among those laughing.

When Byron finally finished eating and sat up to read for the bathroom to take a bath, the brunette surprised everyone once again.

"May I come and help you bathe, Your Highness?" she was looking at him with pleading eyes, determined.

The laughter and the delicious food had thrown worries out of Byron's mind, so he agreed without even a second thought.

"That would be my pleasure," he said.

"I can assist her, Your Highness!" said the redhead, hastily.

Byron nodded. "Of course."

"Me too, Your Highness!" This time it was a blackhead from across another table.

Byron noticed the looks the other girls were giving him. If he said yes, then they would also try their luck. He decided to make it easy for himself. "Anyone who wants can come!"

Queen Otrera let out a chuckle, pulled Byron toward her mouth and whispered. "Are you out of your mind?"

Byron echoed her chuckle with his. "You can come too, if you want."

She bit on his earlobe. "That's not what I meant. You think they will just bathe you?"

Byron winced at the sting as her teeth dug into his earlobe again, her hot breath tingling the area around his ear to send a throb through his dick. Was she warning him, or seducing him?

"I have a few tricks up my sleeve," he replied.

She didn't protest. After all, she had witnessed firsthand what his Sensation Smoke could do. She didn't know that it was some purple mist he had turned into a soft dildo-like tentacle, but she knew its effects.

Perhaps that's why she sunk her teeth into his earlobe again, this time with much passion, whispering with a voice that dripped with lust. "Are you going to finish what that child had interrupted then?"

It was things like these that reminded Byron that this extremely beautiful woman with a young face was actually an old woman with lots of daughters, granddaughters and grand granddaughters.

The way she referred to Nym as a child so casually, or Keza as a creature, or the way she muttered things about the children these days.

He smiled, trying to suppress a grunt of pleasure that would have been a result of the naughty things her mouth was doing on his earlobe.

"Perhaps!" Byron said, turning around to walk away. He didn't want the girls to think that he was teasing them. Or to make them jealous of their Queen.

She chased after him. "What do you mean perhaps?" She sounded angry.

Byron summoned his Sensation Smoke, and, within a split second, he sent two slim tendrils which crawled into her dress and wrapped around her enormous boobs, around her nipples, and squeezed.

A third tendril, this one huge, made it between her legs and turned solid after seeping into her honey pot.

She winced, moaning in pleasure. Then she eyed him like he was some kind of a demon, her mouth wide open but unable to get any word out.

Byron chuckled to himself. "I told you I have a few tricks up my sleeves."

The girls walking all around Queen Otrera and him exchanged puzzled looks, obviously wondering what had made their Queen react in such a way. After all, they couldn't see the tendrils.

Suddenly, Byron had a crazy idea. Could he make a few tendrils for each of them? How would they react? An evil grin appeared on his face.