Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

A sense of unease settled upon Byron. It was hard not to get scared hearing Hippolyta say that it would be unsafe to tell them of the visions.

The way she sounded like she wanted him out of the city as soon as possible made it even worse.

"Seriously, what did the visions reveal?" he asked, the speed with which he was fingering the voluptuous girl involuntarily diminishing.

This affected the movement of the tentacles too. Byron was slowly losing interest in the orgy. Fear had started to creep in, replacing the sweet sensations from moments ago.

Byron hoped that maybe Hippolyta had been trying to scare him. That all she had said had been just a prank to see his reaction.

Her answer shattered these hopes. "I told you not to worry. Keza will tell you."

"Am I in danger?"

"Keza will let you know."

"For Jesus' sake. Just tell me."

"Who's Jesus?"

'Bloody hell!' thought Byron, remembering they didn't know who Jesus was.

It wasn't a name he said so often, but as someone who was raised in a christian household, the name seemed to linger on the tip of his tongue whenever he was in trouble.

"It's my brother," he lied. He wasn't going to start preaching about Mary and her son while in the middle of intense fucking, the thing they hated the most, was he?

"I thought it was some new god or deity when you swore by it," said Hippolyta. "It's a good name though."

'You're not wrong,' he thought, amused.

He was about to go back to the previous topic about visions when he heard Keza's voice. "Didn't I tell you to take a bath?"

Again, Queen Otrera was quick to answer. "But he's bathing. He just started with his dick."

This resulted in a few chuckles. Even Hippolyta was smiling. When she turned to look at Keza, though, her smile was concealed. "I expected the same thing from him. Seems like it was a bad idea to leave him with these lustful bitches."

Queen Otrera burst out laughing. "As if we are more lustful than you. Your creature is literally a succubus."

As expected, Keza protested. "I'm not a creature."

"But you are, dear. You're a creature of lust."

For a moment, it seemed like Keza would keep quiet and just let it go, yet she found what to say. "Even if I was, I'm not any one's."

"Hear her, dear daughter. You're her queen and yet she claims she isn't yours. Insolent, isn't she?"

They went on arguing, but Byron wasn't paying attention anymore. His eyes were focused on the beautiful face of a priestess with silver hair.

'I knew it!' he thought. 'I knew it was Strawberry.'

Her eyes were staring into his. She seemed scared. Happy to see him, but shaken. Whatever had been in her visions must have been so scary.

Byron suddenly wished he could be by her side. He wished he could pull her for a hug and ask her about it as he comforted her.

Yet that would expose their affair... If it wasn't exposed already.

This prompted Byron to increase the intensity with which he was fingering the voluptuous girl. It was the time to end this orgy.

The faster he fingered the voluptuous girl, the faster his tentacles moved in and out of the other girls's sweet, slippery caves, most of them pink and dripping with love juice.

For some twisted reason, he was still staring at Strawberry, fantasizing about her and this quickened his orgasm.

He could feel the tension building within him and hear the room erupt into a cacophony of high-pitched moans and wet sloppy sounds as some of the girls started reaching their climax.

He kept his eyes on Strawberry, imagining her without that white dress, imagining his face buried into her big melons, his hands busy stroking, squeezing and slapping all the other beautiful exploration sites her body could offer.

A hot liquid bathed his fingers. The voluptuous girl had splashed him with her love juice like she had promised. Her body was trembling, screaming his name. It was the last stroke.

He shuddered, grabbed onto queen Otrera's hips to steady himself and let out grunts of pleasure as he released his seed deep inside her pussy.

He didn't move for almost half a minute, savoring the ecstatic moment. When he finally did, he retracted all his tendrils and tentacles, wandering his eyes around the room to inspect what they had achieved.

No girl was standing or against the wall. They were all now on the ground, except the voluptuous one who still stood within arms reach of Byron, Queen Otrera who was yet to let his dick leave her pussy, and then the three who came later, namely Hippolyta, Keza and Strawberry.

All the others were on the floor, some writhing, screaming, shaking, or just quiet and laying still. None of them was breathing in a normal way, or without a sweat. He had done it. He had pleasured all of them at the same time and his health wasn't affected.

If anything, he felt better. He was in good spirits, of course, except that inconvenience about Strawberry's visions.

But oh god, he had done it.

History had recorded great men. Whoever they were, Byron knew none of them could boast doing what he had just done.

And he had a feeling this wasn't going to be the last time!

Yes. You could argue that Strawberry's visions revealed he was about to be in danger... Which he didn't know for sure, but even then, visions, like all other prophecies, could take years to come true.

Slowly, calmness settled over the room. Some of the girls even stood up and murmured their thank yous. The voluptuous one leaned closer and kissed Byron on the lips, smiled at him with a thank you daddy before she scurried away.

Queen Otrera finally pulled away, too, giving Byron a full view of her dripping pussy.

Then Keza walked toward him, careful not to slip on the floor that was wet with love juices from the splashes the girls had made. Strawberry followed behind her.

With a few other girls, they led Byron into the bathtub. Byron didn't know how on Earth the water was hot, but he enjoyed the sensation.

"Am I in danger?" he asked Keza who was washing his chest.

The hesitation right before she answered was proof enough that he was in danger. He just couldn't guess how exactly. If leaving the city was all it would take to know, then he wasn't going to dilly dally anymore.