Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

So, now Byron's dick was throbbing and he swore he was gonna give it what it wanted. Some pussy.

This, he was sure he would do. There was just one tiny problem. How was he going to approach the subject?

Obviously, the dryads were horny. Lucille, too. After all, hasn't she been holding Byron's dick when he woke up? Hasn't she herself confessed her feelings to him? Why should he then be afraid of approaching the subject?

Jealousy.

Lucille had made it clear that she wanted him only for herself. The killing intent in the look she had given the girl who had been teasing Byron was proof enough. Byron was not sure how she would react if he decided to fuck her alongside the dryads.

Of course, he could choose to only fuck her. But how would the dryads react then?

Byron also assumed that they were all virgins. It would be better, both for him and them, if he were to fuck only one of them at a time so that he could take his time with her.

It made him so happy then when Lucille exclaimed and asked, "Oh! So, it's normal eggs, the only difference being that they are cooked in oil?"

Byron nodded his head.

She smiled, her lips partying to ask a follow up question. "What about cooking them in water?"

"That's not my favorite."

There had been a smile on her lips. She seemed a little disappointed with his answer and this smile wavered.

They stared at each other for a while, then she smiled again and threw another question his way. "But you would prefer boiled eggs over fruits, correct?"

"Indeed."

Her smile now seemed to widen into a grin.

"Well, we shall give you boiled eggs then."

With this, she turned to Ayota and continued, "Ayota, take the girls to the hot springs. Boil as many eggs as you can find."

It was at this moment when Byron realized what Lucille was doing and why she had been grinning.

'Clever bitch!' He thought, looking at her with a new-found admiration. She winked at him. He found himself winking back.

Ayota stared at her, then at him, seemingly unhappy. She knew exactly why Lucille was sending her and the other dryads to boil eggs. And she knew it would take long, since the hot springs were something slightly above lukewarm. Nevertheless, she could do nothing else except obey.

"Girls, you heard Mistress Lucille. Off we go."

The girls gave Byron pleading looks, but he could do nothing. In fact, he was happy that Lucille had been so clever. If she hadn't sent them away, it would have been so difficult for him to approach the subject about sex.

Now, about to be left with only Lucille, he felt his old confidence returning. He was sure that after fucking Lucille she would come to revere him. Only then would he be able to influence her.

Noticing how the dryads were looking at him with somber expressions, he decided to reassure them. "I would be happy to be with you all, but I'm starving."

When his words did nothing to uplift their mood, he continued, "But then again, perhaps I can do something, I mean, a little something for you so that, you know, don't feel left out."

As he spoke, he summoned his Sensation Smoke and created tentacles and tendrils out of that purple mist and directed them onto the dryads.

Two tendrils and one tentacle for each dryad, the tendrils coiling around the titties and the nipples, the soft tentacle gently stroking in between the legs, mainly the lips of the pussy and the clit. He did not push it inside.

The dryads gasped for air in unison, surprised and satisfied.

Byron grinned at them, happy that his abilities were still as he remembered them.

The familiar sensation washed over his body. He had not intended this to take long, only to give the dryads a taste of what would be awaiting them if they were to come back with perfectly boiled eggs, but now that he had begun, he didn't want to stop.

By their looks, Byron could see that the dryads, too, didn't want him to stop. There was admiration and appreciation in their eyes, but, of course, mixed with confusion.

"What's happening?" asked Ayota, looking at him.

As a result, Byron tightened the tendrils around her beautiful breasts and her nipples which had hardened the moment his purple mist seeped into them. She moaned loudly, earning her a look of astonishment from Lucille who didn't know what was happening.

Byron could see she suspected that he had something to do with the situation.

If the look on her face could be translated into words it would have been something like; what the fuck are you doing to my maids right now? And it would continue like; why don't you do it to me too? I wanna feel what they are feeling? I want to moan so loudly in pleasure too.

Leaving his mind in control of the tendrils and the tentacles with which he was toying with the dryads, Byron rose to his feet and took a few steps toward Lucille and stood in front of her face, causing his dick to slap her cheek when he unbuckled his pants. It had been fighting so hard for its freedom out of the oppression of his pants, and now it stood majestically against Lucille's face, hard and veiny.

Her heart skipped a beat. She was dying to touch it, but her hands halted inches from it as she gazed up to him to wait for a command. He looked as her teeth sunk into her lower lip and she bit it in anticipation.

"Don't act like you weren't holding it when I woke up," said Byron, deliberately pressing it against her lips. "It's payback time. Show me that you deserve it. Suck it like your life depends on it."

A look of elation crossed Lucille's face. A bit nervous, she immediately grabbed it and pushed it inside her mouth.

Byron grunted in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck yes!"

He closed his eyes as the warmth of her lips enveloped him, letting out more grunts of pleasure as Lucille started sucking its head. She was surprisingly good at it.

She seemed to have forgotten all about the presence of the dryads or bothered with the mystery surrounding how they were behaving. She just focused on the prize in front of her, sucking and teasing and spitting on it while stroking her soft delicate hands up and down its long shaft.

She made Byron feel like he was in clouds, floating. And this is exactly how she felt, too.

During these past nine moons when she was taking care of him, sometimes it got hopeless and required her to make costly sacrifices. This was the harvest of her efforts and she was gonna reap every grain.