Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons-Chapter 109: O Mighty Byron

Lucille brought her face closer to Byron's dick, licking her lower lip in preparation for what Byron assumed was going to be a blowjob.

He was scared!

Even though he had not recognized the names and the nature of the seasoning they had used on the meat, he could still feel a burning sensation on his tongue that suggested something like pepper.

And now Lucille had just eaten the meat, which meant her mouth was spicy too. What would that feel like on his cock?

Byron wasn't a masochist. He had to stop her. But that didn't mean he couldn't play with her if that's what she wanted. With a grin, he said, "Forgive me, O Mighty Nymph! I shouldn't have mocked you!"

She raised her gaze to look at him, annoyed even more. "You are still mocking me, aren't you? I have to punish you lest you think me a mere mortal."

"O Mighty Nymph, have mercy," he pleaded, his tone still playful. He found the situation amusing.

Lucille pointed an accusatory finger at him, this time also laughing. "You did it again, damn you! I have to punish you. You're asking for it!"

"Won't you let me finish eating at least? You can punish me all you want once I'm done. Besides, I have a gift for you too. Perhaps it can make us even. Who knows."

Lucille looked surprised. "A gift? What gift?"

The dryads had the same expression. Curious.

Byron had decided to leave the island as soon as possible. And this was his plan; resurrect Lalisha, fuck them, give them dresses and tell them he was leaving whether they followed him or not. He was confident they would follow.

To fuck them all at once, he would need to employ the assistance of his Sensation Smoke. That's why he decided to resurrect Lalisha now so that by the time he finished eating, his Sensation Smoke would have replenished itself.

He summoned the system and navigated to where the surprise package was stored. Like before, the two images appeared in front of him. One of the dresses, then the dryad. He chose the dresses first.

"Watch!" he told Lucille.

Her eyes widened as the purple mist appeared out of Byron's hands and ran toward the ground, creating a whirlpool that grew thicker and bigger by each passing second.

The dryads were stunned.

Even Byron was caught off-guard! After all, this was the first time his purple mist had been visible to anyone else besides him. This was the first time something tangible was going to come out of it. He thought of all the things he could achieve with it. The possibilities were endless.

After a while, the mist started returning into Byron's hands, and as it disappeared, a neat pile of dresses remained on the ground. They were 15 and in different colors.

This meant that the system had accounted for Lucille and all the dryads, even Lalisha whom he was yet to resurrect.

This gave him hope that the system had also made sure to make them different sizes.

"Ta-da!" he said, reaching for one of the dresses.

'My hands are greasy from the meat,' he realized and caught himself before his hand could reach the dress.

"Are those dresses?" asked Lucille. It was evident from the faces and the murmurs all around Byron that she spoke for all the dryads.

"Yes! Are we even now?"

Lucille ignored him. Instead, she looked at a dryad with dark skin and bony features and said, "Nassuda, your hands are still clean. Grab one of the dresses and let me see."

The girl obeyed the command.

After Lucille told her to turn the dress this way and that, she finally scoffed and said, "No! We are not even. Not even close. I had a beautiful dress, remember? My elf friend gave it to me. You tore it apart last night."

Byron let out a chuckle. Despite her words, her expression said otherwise. He summoned the system again and chose Lalisha.

"How about now?" he asked as the purple mist started pouring out of his hands again. It flew upward like a flying snake, then dived toward a tree nearby. The tree they had slept underneath. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The entire tree was soon shrouded in the purple mist, then, finally, as the mist retreated to Byron's hands, the tree split and Lalisha crawled out of it just like he had seen other dryads do.

The playful expression on Lucille's face vanished. She glanced between the confused Lalisha who was now approaching them, between her and Byron, then Byron and her, her lips parting involuntarily.

"Lalisha?"

Byron nodded.

Ayota jumped to her feet and ran toward Lalisha, calling her name. Lalisha called Ayota's. The other dryads ran after her. They soon collided, embracing each other. The other dryads surrounded them, throwing their arms around the both of them. Then they started crying, telling her how they missed her, how they were happy she was back, asking if she would stay etcetera.

Lucille was also emotional. A tear ran down Lucille's cheek. She hugged Byron, then, in a quivering voice, asked, "How?"

"There is no way to explain it. Just know that I'm so grateful for what you did for me. For rescuing me and sacrificing one of your own to make sure I survived. Bringing back Lalisha was the only way to repay that generosity you showed me."

"Thank you so much," she sobbed.

The dryads brought Lalisha to the fire, and the first thing she asked was, "You are eating meat?" There was disapproval in her tone.

Lucille pulled away from Byron and got up to hug Lalisha. "They are delicious. You should try too. Especially after coming back to life. You definitely need to regain your strength."

She tried to offer her a leg of a bird Byron didn't recognize. Lalisha recoiled from it. "No, thanks! I feel perfectly fine."

By now, Byron had risen to his feet, too, and Lalisha went and embraced him. "You survived?" she asked.

"As have you!"

"How is this possible?"

Byron had told Lucille there was no way to explain it, but faced with the same question for the second time, and from Lalisha, he felt obliged to find a way. He owed her that much.

He cleared his throat, pulled away from her and lowered himself on the ground where he had been sitting.

Grabbing a huge drum stick one of the dryads offered him, he sunk his teeth into the tender meat and chewed until he finally found a way.

"You have two forms, right?" he asked, swiping his gaze around.

Everyone nodded.

"That means Lalisha was not dead. Only her human form was gone. That purple mist you saw was me feeding energy into her tree so that it could recreate her human form."

Nobody questioned him again. Instead, they offered him meat and bombarded him with compliments and appreciation.

"Oh my god, I didn't know you could do that."

"We are lucky to have you."

Even Lalisha said thank you, offering him meat like she had seen others do. Byron couldn't help but notice how she constantly stole glances at his dick. Was she a virgin? He wondered.

'Of course she is! Look at how she's blushing!'

He had not paid attention to her body before, but now he did. Her face was long and beautiful, like that of an elf. Her floral hair had green vines flowing down her neck. They ended on her chest, covering her medium breasts.

This didn't prevent Byron from seeing her nipples. The pointy temptresses sneaked through the vines, staring at Byron invitingly.

Lucille might have noticed his actions.

She leaned closer to him and grabbed his throbbing dick, then whispered, "Now we are even."

She gasped in surprise when Byron suddenly grabbed her by the neck and asked in a villainous, mocking tone, "Are we?"

She was so excited. "Of course not, daddy!"

He smiled to himself. She had grasped the notion of what he wanted.

"Why is that?"

"Because I dared compare myself to you, O Mighty Byron! I should be punished for that insolence!"

Her words stroked his ego.

"Good girl!" he said, tightening the grip on her neck as he pulled her closer so he could kiss her.