Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

The temptation to bring all the Amazons together and fuck them all at the same time crossed Byron's mind for a split second, but he tossed it away as fast as it came.

Besides risking his health, he would be signing himself up for a boring future.

Getting to be intimate with them one by one would give him a chance to meet a new girl everyday and each encounter would be unique. Things were good that way.

Plus, what if he connected to them and instantly got so many quests at once? How would he complete them then?

He also didn't forget that Hippolyta and her girls were currently in their Three Suns and Moons with Goddess Calliope period.

He didn't want to disturb them. If he did, he would risk drawing goddess Calliope's attention to himself.

He was still afraid of what would happen to Strawberry if their affair was exposed. So, why would he give Calliope a chance to put him under scrutiny?

No. He couldn't. These goddesses were notorious for getting jealous over their priestesses.

They wanted their worshippers to admire them. They craved their attention. It was a dangerous thing to steal that attention from them. To stand in their way.

That's why Byron kissed Queen Otrera on the forehead and said, "Imagine all those girls in one place, do you think you can get to be alone with me like this? Can you even manage them? Their lust? And jealousy?"

"You're right! City by city sounds better. When you come to Harmonia, I'll get to have you all alone all day and all night. And perhaps even more."

Byron let out a chuckle. "That's greedy!"

Even though he said this, the thought left a pleasant feeling within him.

Though being intimate with Queen Otrera had introduced him to some sensational practices he had never tried before, he didn't get to enjoy her as properly as she deserved for he was racing to complete the quest.

He rushed things, giving her an orgasm after another, which wasn't a bad thing, but not something befitting a divine lady like herself.

So, a visit to her city would be great.

Queen Otrera took his accusation that she was greedy as a compliment and knew she had to compliment him, too.

"It isn't me who told you to be so handsome," she said, still drawing circles on his chest, "and to have a big dick and be so good at fucking!"

They both laughed.

Queen Otrera pulled the bed covers over their bodies and was going to cuddle him so they could fall asleep when she remembered Hippolyta's words.

"Make sure he eats..."

'I almost forgot!' she thought, jumping off the bed.

"Where are you going?" asked Byron, not wanting her to go.

"You don't want mommy to go bring you some food, eh?" Queen Otrera asked, teasingly.

"Oh! If it's that, then let's go together!" he said, also jumping off the bed.

"Aren't you tired?" she asked.

He was. Actually, very tired. He wanted nothing else but to collapse back onto the bed and sleep.

Unfortunately, the body had other needs. "I want to visit the bathroom."

"Let's go then!"

They didn't bother putting on any clothes. The temperature was a bit high. Plus, they were still sweating from all the fucking. Coldness wouldn't touch them.

Byron went to the bathroom as Queen Otrera was setting the table.

The food was almost similar to Byron's meal just a few hours ago. Back when he was with Strawberry.

It was Bread, cheese, chicken, vegetables and fruits and a few other different items. Plus red wine, of course.

She didn't sit with him though.

"Where are you going?" Byron asked when he saw her walking away.

"I don't want to sleep without taking a bath."

"Can't you take it after we're done eating?"

She shook her head. "I can't! It makes me lazy."

Byron suppressed the urge to go with her. True, he was also hot from all the fucking. However, he was too tired and hungry to abandon the food in front of him.

Plus, hasn't he taken a bath both in the morning with Keza and a few hours ago with Strawberry? What would the third bath be for?

'This isn't the bloody modern world,' he thought, sinking his teeth into a drumstick, surprised at how eager he was to devour that meat considering it hasn't been so long since he last ate.

'One bath a day is enough, let alone two.' He assured himself.

Queen Otrera had been standing still, probably anticipating him to offer to go with her, but when he said nothing and instead started eating, she turned around and started walking away, disappointed.

Byron stared at her swaying hips, her long ivory hair that cascaded all the way there whipping at one butt cheek then the other as a result.

The corners of his lips curled into a lustful smile. A satisfied smile. He couldn't believe that such a marvel of creation was his for the taking. No. For the spanking.

'Haha!'

For a woman, and a queen at that, Otrera didn't take long. She came back clad in a soft revealing dark red nightgown, what looked like folded sheets hanging on her forearm.

"New sheets for the bed?" he asked.

She nodded with a smile, reminded of all the splashes she had made on the ones on the bed.

"I wonder why that is!" Byron teased.

She blushed.

He was good at fucking, indeed. And teasing. She concluded.

Otrera laid the sheets on one of the chairs surrounding the table and sat down to eat with Byron, then they left the kitchen.

Byron helped her make the bed.

They climbed onto it, cuddled and fell asleep chatting happily.

Bodies tired, bellies full and their libido quenched, they slept like babies.

They didn't even notice when Keza and Hippolyta joined them in the middle of the night, both cuddling Byron.

But of course, Byron was the first to wake up. After all, he had slept that afternoon.

He was surprised to find Hippolyta on his right, clinging to him like she was afraid he would wake up in the middle of the night and disappear.

More surprised when he felt something pressing down on his belly.

He wandered his eyes downward, only to find something furry and red covering his body.

Keza.

Whereas Queen Otrera had taken the left side and Hippolyta the right, Keza had crawled into his legs and placed her head beneath his belly, her arms clinging to Byron's thighs.

'What a beautiful way to wake up!'

Byron wanted to visit the bathroom so bad, but he had no intention of disturbing the girls.

So, he just stared at them, admiring their beauty.

On his left, Queen Otrera looked even more beautiful.

He reached out and dragged a few strands of her silver hair and tucked them behind her ear, his gaze swiping across and up her face from her full lips, small nose and the smooth forehead.

Her long face reminded Byron of Penthesilea.

This prompted him to turn to Hippolyta.

She wasn't long-faced like her mother. They both were pale, their skin smooth but Hippolyta was a bit plump, not chiseled.

For the sake of fairness, he brushed away strands of Hippolyta's black hair which had fallen into her face.

Byron had seen this move in so many movies and shows and read it from so many books and remembered how his heart felt the first time he did it to a girl.

Syvetta. His girlfriend.

The one who called him so they could both lose their virginities the day he got himself into an accident and got paralyzed.

It was an uneventful event, but it was the reason he ended up in this realm. The reason he was now in bed with otherworldly beauties. He was happy about it.

He wished he could stare at Keza's face, too, but it was concealed with her beautiful crimson hair and an attempt to brush it away would require him to move himself and that would end up waking up the girls.

So, he instead looked straight ahead to stare at the paintings on the ceiling.

Back when he first saw this ceiling, Strawberry had strolled into the room with a basket of fruits before he could admire it.

And the system has just given him a quest to find and fuck a girl who would refuse his advances or else he would his stamina.

Now, he wasn't under any pressure. Not to mention, the drawings on the ceiling were epic.

They depicted countless figures, spread across the dome-shaped ceiling, but the one of a woman holding a child was what stood out the most.

Byron had no doubt that the woman was Calliope and the child Orpheus. That explained why the second largest depiction was that of a man holding a harp.

It didn't explain why they were naked though.

Byron remembered how most of the depictions of mythological beings in the museums had nudity elements within them.

However, he didn't understand why Hippolyta would want a drawing of a young Orpheus, a man she loved, and his mother, drawn to the ceiling naked.

It didn't make any sense.

There's something that made sense though.

Keza was awake and the first thing she did was grab his dick. Byron knew what would follow.