Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

For a minute, Byron forgot about the other girls. He forgot about his plan to use the purple tendrils on them. He even forgot about the tentacle in-between Queen Otrera's legs.

He just closed his eyes, grunting in pleasure as Queen Otrera sucked on his dick.

Bya! Bya! Bya!

Squelching sounds bounced off the high, thick walls of the bathroom and faded in prolonged echoes.

When he finally opened his eyes, he met Queen Otrera's gaze. She had maintained eye contact all this while!

Staring into those blue jewels of hers compelled Byron to start thrusting into her with the tentacle again, satisfaction washing over him when she let out muffled moans as a result.

Then he saw the other girls looking at him with longing eyes and he immediately summoned his entire stock of the Sensation Smoke, letting it shroud the room in a purple fog.

Tiny tendrils sprouted from the fog and seeped into the dresses of the girls to attach onto their nipples, gently caressing them.

Some of the girls gasped for air, others screamed, but most moaned loudly, their eyes wide in surprise.

They looked at Byron in awe, some shocked at how they were close to touching themselves, their hands currently stuck just a few inches from their boobs.

'Damn! I almost killed them all,' thought Byron, loudly saying, "Who wants to touch me?"

Because of Hera's curse, if any of the girls had been caught off-guard and touched her boobs when the tendrils caressed her, she would have died.

Of course, she could die only if she did it with sexual intent.

Touching oneself to bathe or just for the sake of it... That was normal and they wouldn't die from it.

However, abruptly touching themselves in pleasure due to the tendrils.... That would have undoubtedly ended in catastrophe.

It was unreasonable of Byron to have endangered their lives like that... Again.

It was a good thing that the years living in this realm had built their discipline.

But then again, perhaps the rules of the curse didn't apply to the ones he was using his tendrils on. After all, the tendrils were a part of him. If they touched someone, then it would mean he was indirectly touching that person, right?

He didn't want to test this theory though. He was just glad that the girls had impressive restraint. That no one was in danger.

"Me!" shouted the redhead, jumping toward Byron.

"Me too!" shouted countless others in unison, they, too, edging toward Byron. Of course they all wanted to touch him. Who would refuse?

Byron reached down with his left hand and grabbed Queen Otrera by the cheek, pulled his dick out and pushed his thumb into her mouth while she nuzzled against his hand.

She looked confused for a second, but then the first girl arrived and Byron grabbed that girl's hand and placed it on his dick, pulling the girl toward his face so he could kiss her lips.

This gave Queen Otrera a hint on why Byron had pulled his dick out of her mouth.

He proceeded to push the girl away who obviously went reluctantly. "Now you can touch yourself," he said to the girl.

She nodded her head, licking her lips as if she had just eaten some delicious food. She definitely wanted to devour Byron's lips again.

"Thank you so much," said the girl.

Byron watched as the girl's hands went up her body, resting on her boobs where Byron's tendrils were currently messing with her nipples.

He tightened the tendrils and the girl gasped, moaning loudly and tearing her dress as if to look for what was causing her to feel like that.

All this while, another girl had grabbed his dick and she was stroking it vigorously as she kissed him on the neck.

Byron shifted his gaze from the first girl and kissed the second before sending her away the same way he did the first.

The third girl, having already pulled down her dress, approached Byron with her enormous melons jiggling with each and every step before she rubbed them against Byron's chest, leaning in to kiss his lips while he directed her hand to his dick.

There came another after this one, then another, then another.

Soon, girls started reaching Byron in two or three, one going for his dick, another for the kiss, another grabbing his hand and placing it on her boobs or wherever she desired to be touched the most.

Byron sent them away with his tendrils, tightening and screwing. Most didn't even take more than five steps from him. They just sat on the ground or leant against the wall or lay sprawled on the floor, their hands already roaming their bodies.

By the time the last girl reached him, most were now already moaning loudly, their fingers ravaging their pussies.

Queen Otrera was still sucking on Byron's thumb, her mouth falling open from time to time to scream as Byron thrust the tentacle deep into her pussy.

"Just like that please!" She had said these words countless times, most of the times accompanied by "oh goddess fuck yes" or "fuck me so hard" with lots of ahs and ohs and uhs.

The cacophony from it all was like music to Byron's ears. Nothing could beat the tune of countless girls screaming at the same time, begging you to stop while at the same time begging you to continue toying with them.

He also couldn't get enough of watching them writhing on the floor because of him, consumed by lust.

Life was so sweet.

The last girl was a brunette. The brunette who had stood up and offered her seat back when Byron entered the kitchen.

She proved that she was smart yet again by waiting until she was the last. That way, she was going to have Byron for longer than the others since no one else would be in line behind her, complaining.

She approached already fully naked, her pointy tits leading the way. She winced in pleasure when Byron's hand landed on those perfect tits of hers, throwing her head in the air as her lips opened in a wide oh.

She drew her lips away when Byron tried to kiss her, smiled at him as he instinctively followed her like a chariot following horses. She teased him some more before she finally turned around to face him.

Their lips found each other and devouring began.

Out of all the girls, she was the most passionate kisser.

Alas, everything has an end. Byron finally attempted to push her away so he could focus on Queen Otrera again.

She skillfully deflected his push that was intended to send her away, lowering herself to her knees instead. She didn't forget to leave a trail of kisses on Byron's chest, abdomen then down to his dick.

She grabbed it, kissed its head, spit on it and then finally blushed her tongue on its head, swallowing it afterwards.

"Oh fuck!" shouted Byron.

Pleasures erupted within his body. "Oh fuck yes!"

His hand involuntarily grabbed the back of her head and held her in place as if he didn't want her to pull away.

"You're fucking so good at this. What's your name?"

He allowed to pull away so she could answer him.

"Ayota. My name is Ayota."

"Ayota?" Byron repeated the name to himself rather than to anyone else.

She nodded her head.

"Uh, that's a beautiful name. You like sucking my dick, Ayota."

"Uh-huh!" Ayota nodded her head, longing visible in her eyes. She looked like she just wanted to go back to sucking his dick.

Good thing was, Byron wanted her to go back to sucking his dick too. That's why he said, "Then suck it, Ayota!"

Tightening his grip on her brunette hair, he pushed her by the back of her head, rocking his hips at the same time so as to thrust his veiny meat into her mouth.

There was only warmth and pleasures inside.

He pushed-pulled, creating wet sloppy sounds.

Pya! Pya! Pya!

This went on for so long before he finally thrust deep into her throat, tightly holding onto her hair to restrict her from pulling away. Only when she started flapping her arms and wiggling from suffocation did he pull away.

"Ah!" she gasped, gagging as she caught her breath.

A stream of saliva mixed with pre-cum flowed out of her mouth down her chin before it finally dripped onto her pointy tits.

"You liked it, didn't you, Ayota?"

"Yes I did, Your Highness!"

Byron let out a chuckle. "Don't call me that. Call me daddy."

"I like it, daddy!"

Byron gently slapped her on the cheek. "Good girl!"

"Can I suck it again?" she asked, pointing at Byron's one-eyed dragon that stood majestically in front of her face.

Of course, she knew that she didn't have longer. Soon or later, Queen Otrera was going to notice that she was taking a long time. Before that happened, Ayota decided she was going to enjoy each second. She couldn't afford to waste any.

"Of course, Ayota. You can suck daddy's dick again."

She offered him a smile and said thank you daddy before she swallowed his dick again. This time, Byron didn't touch her or anything.

He was going to let her cook.