Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

A silver haired queen, her black haired daughter and the redhead succubus who is their closest relative; three beauties with otherworldly properties, all screaming and bouncing on the rhythm Byron wanted them to. It was pure bliss. He wanted it to go on forever.

That's why, despite already possessing unmatched stamina, he used a few Divinity Points to increase it.

This foursome was a goodbye of some sort. A goodbye to Hippolyta whom Byron would not be in her city for a few days.

A goodbye to Queen Otrera who was going to go back to her kingdom and wait for the day Byron would visit her. It was a goodbye fuck. Byron wanted to make it memorable.

He wanted Queen Otrera to dream of him everyday, going to the balcony of her palace each and every second to check if Byron had appeared at the towering gates of Harmonia, her city.

He wanted Hippolyta to always think of him even while she worshiped her goddess.

That way, he could spend however much time he wanted in New Themiscyra with Penthesilea, with Alcippe, and both Hippolyta and Queen Otrera would say nothing, afraid of angering him.

He missed them so much. Penthesilea and Alcippe.

However, he reckoned it was disrespectful to think of others when in bed with three of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

That's why he pushed all the thoughts of New Themiscyra from his mind, leaving room only for Queen Otrera, for Hippolyta, and for Keza.

For pleasure.

Pleasure, indeed.

The screams from Queen Otrera as Byron's tentacle ravaged her donut hole, sending her writhing to rub her juicy melons onto Byron's face...

The ah and uhs and ohs from Hippolyta as she bounced her soft ass on top of Byron, her hands grabbing his thighs and her nails digging deep into his flesh as his dick struck the deepest spots up her wet pussy...

The yes please and O goddess and faster faster screams from Keza as Byron thrust his other tentacle into her slippery cave, forcing her to jerk forward and backwards...

The symphony of it all...

The warmth from it all...

The addicting feeling it roused deep within Byron...

The euphoric desire to cling to it forever...

All these shot into Byron's body and collided in the center, bursting like shrapnels to spread wave after wave of both familiar and foreign sensations, dangerous yet blissful.

Byron lost himself in them.

Even when the countdown in front of him reached zero, he didn't notice.

Even when the morning light started seeping in through the wide windows on the east side of the huge chamber, he didn't notice.

Even when the first bird initiated the cacophony of the chirping that came from outside as if he was a god and the birds paeaning, he didn't notice.

It was a goodbye fuck. It was already memorable like he had initially intended. He didn't want to disrupt it.

This was the same for the girls too.

Keza, who had been tempted to open her eyes, had convinced herself not to, choosing to just enjoy and believe it was Byron's dick.

'What matters is that the succubus is now contained and content,' she had thought. 'What matters is that I'm enjoying myself. Whatever it is, it's a part of Byron.'

Then she screamed when Byron's hand smacked her buttcheeks, the burning sensation adding to the heat from the friction as the tight walls of her pussy contracted around whatever Byron was thrusting into her.

"Bigger! Oh, yes deeper! Oh, fuck me just like that~" Queen Otrera was still shouting, though what she wanted Byron to make bigger, Keza did not know.

Or, could it be because he was using the same thing with her?

This question prompted Keza to shout the same things as Queen Otrera to see what would happen. "Make it bigger, daddy! Make it bigger, please!"

And to her surprise, she felt the walls of her pussy expand as the size thrusting into her enlarged.

"Oh, yes, daddy! It's massive! So massive," she screamed...

And she forgot all about her doubts. Just bliss. Just ecstasy. She could feel tension building within her, edging towards the climax. The eruption she so craved.

To top it off,

Slap!

Byron's hand landed onto her soft buttcheeks again and that was her last stroke.

She shook as if possessed, spasms running through her body to trigger the euphoric feeling she had been craving.

Byron was still thrusting into her. She couldn't handle the sensitivity, the reason why she pushed herself forward, further away as if to escape Byron's reach, yet no matter how far she crawled, he never stopped thrusting into her.

It was as if he was glued to her!

She screeched in pleasure, digging into the sheets and scratching them with her fingernails as the ecstatic sensations roamed through her body.

"Stop, stop, STOP!"

This was instinct. To be honest, she didn't know if she wanted him to stop.

However, one thing was for sure. Due to how she felt right now, she knew she would need a few hours to recuperate if she was to fly him to New Themiscyra.

The images of the verbena meadows poured into her mind right then, the cherry blossom forest on the shores of lake Alipus...

No. She would not recuperate. She would fly him to one of those places. She would unleash her succubus on him. It was time she repaid him. Time she made him feel like he made her feel. He was hers.

Byron must have heard her pleas because right then, she felt him slipping away, leaving a pink hole into her pussy, dripping.

For some reason, she felt like telling him to fill her again.

She was still breathing heavily unsure of whether to tell him she needed him again or not when she heard a knock on the door.

"Go away!" shouted Hippolyta, wet sloppy sounds complimenting her moans as she bounced on top of Byron.

Whoever was at the door must have had a death wish because Keza heard another knock.

"I told you to leave!" Hippolyta shouted once again.

"My Queen, it's urgent!" said the voice from outside, trying to be as respectful as it could be.

Keza recognized who it belonged to. Nym.

She was her friend, of some sort, yet hearing her made Keza also angry.

Just yesterday, the girl had pushed the door open and interrupted them.

Then Keza had seen her under the bed, probably having been doing some nasty things with Byron.

All those times, she got away with it. Did she think her luck was that abundant?

'I don't think it's gonna save her this time,' thought Keza, curious how Hippolyta was going to react.

A few seconds passed, Hippolyta just moaning as if they didn't just tell that there was something urgent she had to tend to.

Even though Keza couldn't think of anything urgent to the extent that Nym risked interrupting Hippolyta.

To her surprise, the knock came again.

"How dare you?" shouted Hippolyta, her breath thin yet full of fury.

"It's urgent, My Queen," repeated Nym.

"Speak and pray it's really as urgent as you think it is. 'Cause if it's not, then I will cut off your head myself."

"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Queen Otrera, her breath also thin and her voice ecstatic. "Don't ruin this beautiful moment with threats of beheadings. Perhaps the child has a good reason."

"She better do!" Hippolyta said to her mother, then turned toward the door and shouted, "I told you to speak!"

Keza heard Nym clearing her throat, then her words made it into the chamber.

"The silver priestess is having visions, My Queen. It's been going on for minutes and she's calling Your Highness and Keza's names."

"Visions?" asked Hippolyta, confused. It was more to herself than to anyone else. "Aren't they supposed to come on the last moon with mother Calliope?"

Keza thought the same.

They always worshipped Calliope for the entirety of three days, and on the last night, she would speak to them through the visions of one of the priestesses.

The blond one.

This was the first time she had ever spoken to them before the end of Three Suns and Moons with her, not to mention through another priestess.

Keza could not help but raise her voice to ask, "Are you sure she's not just dreaming?"

"She's not!" replied Nym. "And she said Byron is in danger."

That finally caught even both Byron's and Queen Otrera's attention.

"Let's go check if it's true," said Queen Otrera, taking the initiative to pull away from Byron and leap off the bed. "If Hera knows about him, we can't afford to be caught unprepared."

A piercing screech was the response Hippolyta gave, her body spasming as she held onto Byron for support.

Keza leapt off the bed, too, and she and Queen Otrera put on their clothes as they waited for both Hippolyta and Byron to recover from their orgasms.

Apparently, Byron had reached his climax the same time as Hippolyta.

"It seems I'm the only one who didn't have an orgasm this morning," said Queen Otrera, trying to initiate a conversation with Keza.

"And you might never have if this priestess is really having visions about Byron being in danger," replied Keza, a sinking feeling in her gut.

Was Hera finally going to take away their new-found joy?