Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

Byron was stunned.

Did Strawberry just flirt with him?

How? Wasn't she supposed to be this priestess who had been kept pure all her life? A naive girl who only knew scriptures?

How then did she learn ways of flirting?

Perhaps after Byron took her virginity, flirting came to her naturally, right? Or perhaps she heard it from the other Amazons.

After all, however pure she was, she was surrounded by the most lustful women ever. The things she heard and saw were enough to turn her into a seasoned flirting queen.

Byron let out a chuckle.

Strawberry was looking at him with a sly smile on her face, biting her lower lip as she waited for his reply.

By the looks of it, she wanted him to say, 'Yes! Be my dessert!'

Byron had something different in his mind though.

"Making you my dessert would be disrespectful!" he said.

He paused, trapping her to ask a follow up question.

She fell into his trap and asked, "How so?"

Byron approached her, put his arm around her waist and pulled her towards him. "Because you're an entire meal on your own."

A blush climbed onto her face like a liana, her eyes glistening with admiration.

They stared at each other for a while, Byron waiting for her to say something, anything, but she didn't.

He kept quiet too.

Finally, she edged closer and asked, "What kind of meal?"

Byron kissed her on the lips and said, "Breakfast!"

He then kissed her on the neck near the collarbone and added, "And lunch!"

His hand reached behind and squeezed her ass as he buried his face between her boobs to say, "And dinner!"

If you ever thought about it in a normal way, it wasn't far from the truth. He could kiss her in the morning, do something else to her again during lunch time and another for supper.

Plus, there were other things he could do to her.

She was a meal enough to satisfy his lustful hunger.

It was Strawberry's turn to be stunned.

His words, coupled with the things he was doing to her, sent tingles throughout her body.

She gasped for air, her mouth falling wide open as a moan escaped from it. She had reached a point of no return.

Byron's face was still buried between her boobs.

Strawberry put her hand on the back of his head to restrict him from moving it away, then she started bobbing up and down, making Byron rub his face in between her boobs.

A throb went through Byron's dick.

He felt like laughing.

Yes! When Hippolyta gave him Strawberry and allowed them to be together all alone, Byron knew that something like this was bound to happen.

However, up until a moment ago, he was only focused on food. He only thought of eating. He could never have predicted that he would satisfy his libido before his stomach.

Strawberry pulled his head by the hair and brought it towards her mouth. They kissed, her hands reaching for his pants.

'Damn! How is she dominant all of a sudden?' thought Byron as Strawberry pulled down his pants.

From their last encounter, Byron was the one who took the lead. He still remembered how much effort he had put in to convince her to have sex with him.

How she kept saying, "Your Highness, we shouldn't do this!"

How she kept saying it was a sinful thought.

How she was pure and submissive.

Where had she found the courage to be dominant then?

Byron had a couple of theories within his mind.

One, it's something that has always been within her but dormant and Byron's actions had activated it. Plus, she was an Amazon.

So far, every amazon had been lustful towards Byron. It would be no surprise for her to be just like the others.

Two, perhaps it had something to do with their off the charts chemistry. Being lovey-dovey with him could have encouraged her to regard him as a lover. After all, she wasn't even calling him Your Highness anymore.

All these theories were close to truth, but not exactly.

For Strawberry, she just flowed with Byron.

He was touching her so she also touched him.

They were alone.

She wasn't under pressure that someone might appear out of nowhere to catch them red-handed.

She had already lost her virginity.

Why else would she restrain herself then?

'He told me to just enjoy myself!' she said to herself whenever guilt crossed her mind. 'Then I shall enjoy myself!'

When his pants fell, a tingling sensation spread throughout Byron's body as Strawberry's hand grabbed his dick.

He reciprocated this by sliding his own hand in between her legs and caressing her pussy through the fabric of her soft dress.

Their lips were still devouring each other's, stumbling from one corner of the kitchen to another.

Byron was leading her toward an empty table.

He lifted her and placed her on that table, then pushed her dress upward to reveal her beautiful pussy.

During their last encounter, she had been wearing white panties. A wicked smile appeared on Byron's lips when he remembered how he had used those panties of hers to wipe blood off her virgin pussy that he had just deflowered.

"Why didn't you put on new panties?" he asked.

She had time to change into another pair. Why didn't she do it then?

"Perhaps I wanted to give you an easy access next time," she replied with a flirtatious smile.

"Oh! Is that why you're soaking wet?" he asked as he grabbed his dick to thrust into her.

"Ah!" she screamed, wrapping her arms around his neck, her chin resting on his shoulder.

Gwark... Wark... Gwerk...

Wet sloppy, squelching and slurping sounds echoed around the kitchen, the joints of the table squeaking as Byron push-pulled with a rhythm that only the gods could match.

"Ah!" she moaned.

"I want to hear you beg me not to stop!" said Byron.

"Ah, yes! Please don't stop!"

"You like it, don't you?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Then say it!"

Strawberry obeyed all his commands.

Soon, Byron screamed, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh, yes please..." moaned Strawberry in response.

The table shuddered, their bodies trembling as they reached the climax together.

"Hay!"

"Hay!"

They were panting, their bodies glistening with sweat under their clothes.

It was the quickest sex Byron had ever had.

The most vigorous he had ever been.

The most unpredictable he had ever experienced.

Now he was sure that not only was he going to eat all the food Strawberry had placed on the table, but he was also going to have that dessert.

They held each other for a while without saying anything.

"That was amazing!" It was Strawberry who broke the silence.

"Yeah! It was!" replied Byron, smacking a kiss on her neck.

"Do you still think the food is enough?" she asked.

Byron quickly pulled away to look into her eyes. "How did you know I was thinking about the food?"

"Because I'm also hungry like never before," she replied with a chuckle.

Byron burst out laughing. "Then let's eat!"

They gulped down everything on the table without talking to each other.

"Now I feel alive again!" said Strawberry with a sigh, reclining in her chair to indicate she was full.

Byron let out a chuckle, having seen this as an opportunity to tease her.

"Do you wanna go another round?" he asked.

Unlike before, she didn't avoid his gaze. She instead touched her lower lip as she said, "I mean, who wouldn't?"

Byron immediately put down the drumstick he had been eating. Pouncing on her, he said, "You shall have it then!"

"No! I was kidding!" said Strawberry, pushing him away. "Perhaps after you wake up. Now, you have to sleep. Once prayers come to an end, the other girls are gonna need you."

Her words sent Byron into overthinking mode again.

Was he really going to be fucking each and every second in this realm?

It wasn't bad. He still enjoyed it. He had the stamina and the abilities to assist him.

However, what would happen once it started getting boring?

'Soon, I shall set some boundaries! I shall go out and explore, go hunting with them and reserve sex for certain hours of the day!'

He immediately dismissed this thought.

Setting fixed hours would take away the element of surprise. It would become less enjoyable.

'Fuck! Why am I assuming things will always be peaceful? I should be thankful that Goddess Hera is yet to know of my existence. Or, if she knows, I should be thankful that she's not done anything to me yet.'

'Considering the other alternatives, fucking all day doesn't sound so bad, does it?'

'The only issue is the number of the girls. What will happen if they start to get jealous of each other? If they start fighting among themselves?'

Actually fighting among themselves wasn't even that bad. There were worse things they could do.

Like, if I can't have him, nobody should.

People like that exist.

Some girl could get angry that she never get her ass pounded then decide to kill Byron as a revenge to those who got theirs pounded.

And, among hundreds of girls who were once mighty warriors who swept through entire armies killing, it didn't seem farfetched to assume that one or a few of them could cause huge damage if she went down the revenge path.

As Byron was busy worrying about a few hundred girls currently in Themiscyra, hundreds more were a few hours from reaching the city.

Otrera, Hippolyta and Penthesilea's mother, had heard about Byron and she was coming with her girls to get her share.