Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons-Chapter 108: Around the Fire

"It's alright!" said Lucille, addressing Ayota and the other dryads.

"But you are bleeding!" protested Ayota. The others supported her with nods and murmurs of their own.

Lucille let out a chuckle. "Trust me, it's alright. Besides, I can regenerate. Did you forget that?"

Ayota did not look convinced. "That doesn't stop the pain."

Lucille let out another chuckle. "Pain isn't as bad as it's made out to be."

Ayota and others looked at their mistress with concern. They were probably wondering if she had hit her head and lost it or something.

In their confusion, Byron pulled out of Meliae and stood up. He reached for an egg in the basket Ayota had brought with her back from the hot springs. It was now lying on the ground where she had placed it so she could go and tend to Lucille.

The basket was woven out of fresh liana vines in a way that made it appear natural rather than hand woven. And perhaps it wasn't handwoven. Ayota was a dryad. She must have somehow manipulated the liana to wove itself into a basket.

These observations weren't necessary, but Byron thought he needed them to calm himself down after the answer the system had given him.

[Don't trouble yourself!] It had said. [Just know that you're in this world because a goddess wanted it to be so. Once you're strong enough to be worthy of being in her presence, she will summon you and give you further instructions.]

Byron had been furious at the system, insisting on knowing more, but he succeeded in extracting only a few more pieces of information before the system refused to respond all together.

A few things were clear now. The system wasn't a program or such a thing as an artificial intelligence, but a real goddess, albeit of a lower standing compared to her mistress.

Byron was curious to know who this mistress was, and why she chose him and what exactly she wanted from him, but he chose to focus his mind on other things to avoid falling into melancholy, restlessness or any other mood of that sort.

Whoever she was, she had used the information in his mind to formulate a way to interact with him, and part of that information was in the form a system as he had read in novels before.

She wanted him to grow strong and she thought him being on this island wasn't helping. Although, Byron was confused. Here, he was also absorbing divinity from every one he fucked. He was growing stronger.

Perhaps there were some other aspects invisible to Byron to be taken into consideration.

If that was the case, then he had to leave this island. He wouldn't want to anger his benefactor. He liked it in this world. He would hate to lose all the privileges he had here were he to be replaced because of his poor performance.

Now that he knew he could resurrect Lalisha, he was confident that Lucille and the dryads would obey him if he made it a leverage.

He didn't even need to take such a desperate measure. If he gave them their friend whom they thought dead, they would be so happy. He could exploit that moment and present his plans to them and they would not be able to say no.

He smiled to himself, using his knuckles to break the shell of the egg. It was still hot and he had to constantly change the hand that held it.

One of the dryads noticed and offered to do it for him but he refused. He wanted the experience. "I'm almost done," he said to her. "You can peel another one so I can eat it once I finish this."

The dryad's eyes lit up with joy.

"Can I peel another one for you too?" asked another dryad.

Byron smiled at her. "Of course."

While all this was happening, Ayota had helped Lucille to her feet and was now tending to the wound on her nipple despite her protests.

Meliae was on her feet, too, surrounded by dryads who were excitedly asking her things which they didn't want anyone else to hear, the proof of this being the way they covered their mouths and used their hands to block anyone from reading their lips as they whispered.

'I didn't know dryads were good at gossiping!'

With this thought, Byron let out a chuckle, then shoved the egg into his mouth and the dryads instantly offered him other peeled eggs like slaves serving their masters, or, as he liked it, like servants attending to their king's needs.

'Life in this world is too good to lose. I shall leave this island if that's what it will take to sustain this life longer.'

Decision made, he spoke, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Let's go back to the fires. I want to taste the meat." Then he left, following the sweet aroma of the birds the girls had been roasting, stuffing an egg after an egg in his mouth with every few steps.

Lucille and the dryads followed, excited.

Once around the fire, he ignored the fact that the girls around him were naked, sitting in any position they liked without a care for what he felt. Not just that. He knew some were doing it on purpose. They were spreading their legs in front of him in hopes that he might like what he saw and choose them for his next sexual encounter. They wanted to be the next to feel what his dick felt like.

This didn't deter him. He was, after all, naked himself. His trousers were still lying where Meliae had dropped them when the sensations assaulting her nerves had been too intense for her to handle multitasking. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

And he was not ashamed. If anything, he felt free. He felt a joy so rare that it reminded him that this world was too good. That he had to do whatever it took to keep himself in it.

Lucille, her face glowing from the fire and the sun and the sweat and the ecstasy from minutes ago, presented her bird to Byron.

"It's a pheasant," she said, tearing off a leg and handing it to Byron. "I hope you like it."

Byron accepted it and brought it to his lips. He bit into it and he was surprised at how good it tasted. He had expected it to taste just like how any unseasoned meat would taste, but his taste buds told him he had underestimated Lucille and her maids. For they were one with nature, they knew which plants with leaves, seeds and roots to enhance both the aroma and the taste of the meat.

He hungrily cleaned the meat off the bone in seconds, then turned to look at Lucille with his mouth open in wonder. She looked at him expectantly, like a person awaiting a verdict.

"It's juicy!" he said.

Lucille smiled in relief, but she wasn't satisfied. He wasn't done talking either. "And soft and crispy and so so so delicious. What kind of seasoning did you use?"

Proud of herself, Lucille offered him another leg. Her face was beyond beaming.

Byron accepted and cleaned the meat off of its bone instantly.

"Is it really that good?" asked Lucille, this time handing the entire bird to him.

While he sunk his teeth into it, Lucille gestured for the dryads on opposite them to bring her something. The girl brought a basket. When Lucille presented it to Byron, he couldn't recognise any of the items in it except the lemons.

There were strange dried and fresh leaves, roots and seeds. And fruits.

"We season the meat with these," said Lucille as she picked up a leaf and said its name. He didn't know the name either. He couldn't even repeat it.

She did the same for all the other items, happy and proud of herself. He had never seen anyone as happy as she was at that moment.

When she finished, Byron told her how impressed he was and asked her where she leant all that since she didn't eat meat.

"It's true," she explained. "We don't..." she reached for another pheasant and tore a leg from it and sank her teeth into its meat and chewed for a while before continuing. "We didn't eat meat before today. But we have interacted with countless races for generations. Humans, elves..."

"Elves are real?"

Byron regretted this question as soon as it left his lips. How could he be sitting with a nymph and dryads then question if elves are real? He had fucked a succubus, for fuck's sake. And he was tangled in games of the gods and goddesses. Of course elves were real.

Lucille, and the dryads, who didn't know how he was berating himself, replied in unison. "Yes! Elves are real. Have you never met

one?"

Now theirs was more stupid than his. Why would he have asked if they were real if he had met them?

He shook his head and said nothing. It was a sign that he was disappointed, but they thought he was answering their question.

"Oh! I wish we were in the old world. I would have taken you to see them. I had an elf friend, you know."

Now Byron was intrigued. "You did?"

"She was a princess."

"That's impressive."

"Not at all. I'm a nymph. If anything, it's impressive that she had me as a friend."

Byron laughed. "Sure sure!"

Lucille looked annoyed. "Oh! You disagree?"

"Of course not, Your Highness the Almighty Nymph!"

She punched him lightly on the chest. "Stop mocking me or I will make you regret it."

Byron arched one eyebrow.

"How so?"

Lucille's gaze fell onto his dick and her lips parted. He could guess what she was going to say... Or to do!