Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

Queen Otrera had arrived in Themiscyra while the sun was already sinking into the horizon.

So, now, as she rode Byron's dick, the darkness slowly crept into the room.

None of them took any notice. None of them felt a need to light the lanterns on the wall. They were all content.

It was a different story for the other girls though.

After Hippolyta took them away, they ate, refreshed themselves and rested. Then Queen Otrera's entourage decided to go and take care of their horses.

The horses were so tired. And hungry. After all, they had rode them all night and all day long, stopping only a few hours at Night Fortresses built along the way.

Every now and then, goddess Hera felt a need to spice up things in this realm, and that meant trouble.

She would create new kinds of monsters or canyons to split up the roads, drained rivers to force the Amazons to relocate or killed all animals in a certain area to deny the Amazons food and force them to go hunt in dangerous places.

Despite this, Amazons always found ways to deal with her twisted intentions.

Night Fortresses were one of these ways. From Themiscyra to New Themiscyra, it took only a few hours.

Penthesilea had made sure to build her city close to Hippolyta's so as to make it easy for the girls who were escaping from Themiscyra to New Themiscyra at the time.

That's why there was no Night Fortresses alongside her roads.

Unlike Hippolyta's city, Queen Otrera's was too far away from Themiscyra.

Since she had named it after her mother, Harmonia, she thought it fitting to place it in a valley where her mother had once lived. Where her mother met her father.

That's why she had built Night Fortresses along the way to Themiscyra so that if any monster dared attack them, they would have a place to escape to.

Surprisingly, last night was smooth. They didn't encounter any monsters. They only stopped to allow their horses to eat and rest for a bit.

They only stopped to take a breath.

Now those horses were tired and hungry and the girls went to take care of them.

As Queen Otrera's entourage headed for the stables, Hippolyta's prepared for the next section of prayers.

Though, for the first time, they weren't so excited about it.

Usually, spending 3 days, night and day, worshiping Calliope was something they always looked forward to.

After all, it was just 3 days a month. Not to mention, doing it gave them hope that one day they would be able to leave that cursed realm. That they would see males again. That they would enjoy sex again.

However, now they had a man. They had Byron. All they wanted was to go upstairs and ride his dick. Nothing else.

This was the same even for Hippolyta. That's why she decided to rekindle their motivation. To give them a new purpose.

"You all look like we're about to hold a funeral," she said, standing up.

The girls just stared at her.

"I know," she continued. "I know how you all feel. I feel the same. I know that it's also not fair for me to say that I feel the same as you. After all, I've spent some quality time with him whereas you just stared at or touched him."

She glanced at Harmonita. "Thankfully, there are others who spent quality time with him too. They know that I feel even worse. Am I not right, Harmy?"

Harmonita's eyes widened, surprised that the queen had just called her by her artistic name.

This was the first time Hippolyta had ever called her that way.

She nodded her head, but then realized she had to say something.

"Of course you're right, My Queen! You can't miss a dish you never tasted."

The girls laughed.

"You heard her," said Hippolyta, a smile plastered on her face. "Harmonita had put it right. You only miss what you have tasted.

"None of us want to go cry to goddess Calliope to give us a chance to meet males when we can go upstairs right now and find one."

"However, now is the time to cry for Calliope's help. We don't know why Hera hasn't snatched him away from us yet, but we know she will eventually try to. We have to make sure Mother Calliope will be there to help us then."

She saw the girls nodding and this gave her courage to say more.

"Now we have something to lose. We have something tangible to pray for. So, let's go and pray. We don't want to anger the only goddess who will help us protect our beloved Byron, do we?"

The girls stood up and walked out with new found enthusiasm. Some had even started brainstorming the prayers they were going to say.

Plus, even though only a handful had got the chance to ride Byron's dick, they all still had memories from the Breeze Ritual room.

From back when Byron was fucking Harmonita. They didn't see his purple mist that was shrouding them, but they felt it.

None of them had ever orgasmed as intensely or as several times as they did when he was in the room.

It was as if his presence had been a vitality boost. As if it somehow tripled the pleasures they could feel. They all wanted to feel that way again.

They all knew that soon or later they would get a chance to ride his dick.

They all knew they had to pray for his safety.

Hippolyta didn't walk to the Central Castle with them. Keza would fly her there.

First, she needed to go inform both Byron and her mother about it.

One would think that because her mother would probably be naked Hippolyta would say whatever she wanted to say from outside, but no.

She pushed the door open and entered.

Of course, she wasn't interested in her mother. She just wanted to catch a glimpse of Byron and his mighty one-eyed dragon.

"O Goddess!" she exclaimed as soon as she made it inside the room.

"Why are you in darkness?" she asked as she walked to one of the lanterns. "Z, light the other lantern."

The two lanterns lit up, then they walked to the others.

"Mother, don't tell me you've become shy! That would be funny since you're the one who always berated me for being shy."

Hippolyta had always been an introvert and different from other girls and her mother was always sad about it.

Whenever the Amazons won a battle and paid a visit to an OnlyMaleTribe to fuck and celebrate, Queen Otrera would try matching her with guys.

One day, she even trapped her into a naked guy's room thinking that would make Hippolyta want to have sex.

Instead, Hippolyta punched that guy so hard that she gave him a concussion. Queen Otrera never bothered trying anything else after that incident.

So, now, Hippolyta couldn't understand why the lights were off.

"Why are you quiet?" she asked as she turned around, having lit all the lanterns.

The sight on the bed gave her all the answers she wanted.

Byron was behind her mother, his hand in her silver hair and pinning her face into the pillow as he thrust into her.

She couldn't speak. She just groaned in pleasure.

This was the third time she and Byron had changed positions.

The reason Byron wasn't speaking must have been because he was nearing his climax.

Hippolyta and Keza watched astonished as Byron slammed into Queen Otrera with unmatched speed, then suddenly screamed that he was gonna come.

Instinctively, Keza ran toward the bed, shouting, "Let me drink it please!"

Without hesitation, Byron quickly pulled out his slimy member and pushed it inside Keza's mouth.

He grunted as he shot loads and loads of his cum down her throat.

He knew this would upset Queen Otrera, but that would be a good thing. That would make her want his milk even more, making it easy for him to give her another orgasm.

So far, he had managed to give her six intense orgasms. Four remained. He had to keep her excited if he wanted to complete the quest. He had to keep her craving something from him.

As expected, as soon as Byron's hand that was pinning her face into the pillow moved away, Queen Otrera turned to Byron with rage.

"But baby, that milk was supposed to be mine. Why did you let her drink it?"

Byron just let out a chuckle and said, "Because she asked me to."

Queen Otrera pouted her lips. "Not fair!"

She then turned on Keza who had crawled on the bed and pushed her away.

"How dare you interrupt us and steal from me? Haven't you got any manners?"

At Queen Otrera's words, Keza licked her lips with a smile and said nothing.

This made the queen even more angry. She turned to her daughter. "Lyta, if you're here to take him away, then you will have to let him satisfy me first. It isn't me who told your creature to steal my milk."

"I'm not a creature," Keza protested, turning to Hippolyta. "Lyta, tell her to stop calling me a creature."

Hippolyta glanced at Keza and shook her head. Keza rolled her eyes in protest, pouting her lips.

Hippolyta then looked at her mother and said, "No. Of course not. I'm not here to take him away."

Before she could add anything, Queen Otrera got all excited and said, "Come and join us then!"

Hippolyta was tempted.