Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

Without even realizing it, Byron started smiling at the girl who was teasing him, licking his lips as if he was suddenly dying of thirst. This didn't go unnoticed by Lucille. In fact, she became so angry that she gave the girl a glare so full of killing intent that if looks could kill she would have dropped dead on the spot.

The girl quickly stood to attention, frozen. Byron was confused for a split second, wondering if she had been just toying with him, but then he saw the way Lucille was staring at the girl and he came to a realization right away.

The girl was afraid of Lucille.

Byron didn't exactly understand how these gorgeous dryads came to be her maids, but he could see they revered her.

It was a pity he himself had gotten off to a bad start with her. She seemed a kind woman, just a little too possessive perhaps, but a nice person overall. The way she had taken care of him all these months was proof enough of how good natured she was.

Of course, this wasn't without a huge grain of salt. She could have taken care of him simply because she wished to have him. Not to mention, there was still a possibility that she might have been behind the attack.

Even though she suggested he should speak to her maids, who was to tell if her maids were truthful? Byron had noticed how Ayota had summoned the others without uttering a single word. There could be only one explanation for that. They had another way they communicated between themselves. A method he wouldn't decipher.

If he took one to the side and questioned her, who was to tell if she wouldn't immediately use that secret method of communication to inform the others what he had asked her and what she had answered?

No. He would find out the truth his own way. The problem was, which?

He looked at Lucille and said, "I won't be needing to ask your maids. I believe you're telling the truth. Otherwise..." He trailed off, letting his threat hang in the air for a moment before he gave an explanation. "You said you were afraid I might choose one of your maids over you. If I find out that you have lied to me, I will do worse. If there's any lie in what you've told me so far, you better correct it."

"There's no lie," Lucille said defensively.

"So you say, yet you've done nothing but lie to me ever since I woke up."

"I apologize. I'm usually not like that. I didn't want to lose you after all these moons."

"So you say. So you say. I shall believe you from now on then."

"Please do."

"Alright then. Where's the crossing?"

"There's no crossing. My maids carry me across the lake."

The mention of the lake brought back the images of the vermilion monsters with their jagged elongated fangs. He shuddered.

"And the monsters won't jump at you?"

"Of course they try. But these dryads are tall."

If he had heard correctly, then it meant that the dryads took Lucille into their branches and crossed the lake while the monsters constantly jumped trying to snatch her.

'Jesus!'

After the trauma from moments ago, Byron didn't like the sound of that at all.

'Perhaps tomorrow I will have recovered,' he thought, deciding he wasn't going to attempt any crossing that day.

But then again, even if he did cross, where would he go? It was true that he wanted to demand answers from the Amazons. However, the sun was already slowly sinking into the horizon. If he left the island it would take him hours, if not days, to reach the closest Amazonian city.

Remembering the close encounter with death from moments ago, he didn't want to put himself in a situation where he would have to run from any more monsters. Plus, didn't Keza tell him that some of the monsters of the night could fly? How would he even escape such abominations even if he ran?

No. He was going to stay on the island for a while. Didn't Lucille say his bones still needed some time to recover? Wasn't his stomach rumbling, hungry?

"I shall stay with you then. Tomorrow you will take me across."

Lucille seemed like she was going to argue, but she probably gave it a second thought and decided against it. Instead, she asked, "Aren't you hungry?"

He nodded.

There was nothing else but fruits. Different kinds, but fruit nonetheless.

"I can't survive on this alone."

The girls looked at him in a way that indicated that what he said was the strangest thing they have ever heard. Which it was, indeed. Haven't they been eating only fruit ever since they could remember? What kind of arrogant creature was he then, claiming he couldn't survive on fruits alone? It was absurd.

However, he was their guest, their only ticket out of involuntary celibacy. If they wanted to lose their virginities to him, they had to first make him feel home.

It was for that reason then, despite being angry at him for making such absurd claims, that they decided to ask him what he wanted to eat.

"Some bread and meat," he said, astonishing them, even though they took care not to show him how shocked they were. They were dryads and a river. Surely, he knew that such beings were not carnivorous.

"For fucks sake," he continued. "Even an omelette would do."

They had taken so much care not to show him how astonished they were for his ignorance about their ways, but they couldn't anymore after he mentioned such an alien word. "A what?"

"Fried eggs," he replied.

"We don't know which bird lays fried eggs, but we know a few that have eggs in nests in our branches. Perhaps we can give you on those. In the meantime, you can explain to us about that bird so that we can go into the forest to see if we find any of its fried eggs."

It was Byron's turn to be astonished. "Dear God, no. Any egg can be fried. It means cooking it in preheated oil."

He now realized these dryads have lived in nature ever since they were born... Or whatever the process in which they came to be alive. They have never had any contact with humans. So, even though he didn't understand how they came to know how to speak, he understood they didn't have much knowledge of the outside world.

Speaking of the outside world, where was he to sleep? He had not seen any house, mattress or even a blanket.

'Who needs blankets when with such hot women?' he thought, his mind temporarily giving him a glimpse in his near future.

He saw himself lying among these beauties, naked, some of them with a creampie. Another throb went through his dick.

The 15 of them were now sitting in the location where he had woken up earlier and some of the dryads hadn't bothered to sit properly, despite knowing that they were naked.

He could see a pussy in every direction he decided to wander his eyes into, and the looks on their faces suggested they knew exactly what they were doing.

Just then, he knew what he was going to do. He was no longer worried for Keza. He knew she was with the Amazons. Of course, assuming Lucille had told the truth. He was no longer looking for crossing either. Now was the time to slowly build the tension that would give him the perfect opportunity to start fucking these dryads.

He would worry about anything else later.