Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons-Chapter 111: Oh fuck yes

Despite having Lucille still passionately sucking his dick, gagging and spitting on it every now and then, with Ayota and the other dryads behind and all around him, being handsy, rubbing their tits on him and trying to finger themselves using his hands, Byron focused his eyes on the prize ahead.

Lalisha.

He had already unleashed his Sensation Smoke, the tendrils and the tentacles rushing towards her like those of an octopus attacking its prey.

Lucille gagged, spat on his dick and started stroking up and down its shaft with her hands.

Pleasure coursed through Byron’s nerves like electricity. But this was no match for what he felt when the first tendrils and tentacles reached the dryads.

Their reaction made it even better.

As soon as the tendrils and the tentacles made contact with their nipples and their necks, with their waists and their thighs and with their pussies and their booties, the dryads screamed in unison.

Even Mozart would never have created such a symphony.

It was a masterpiece of frenzy meets crazy.

All this didn’t distract Byron from focusing on the prize a few meters away from him. Or a few feet, if that’s what you’re into.

Lalisha stood stiff, her eyes closed as Byron had instructed her earlier.

The tendrils and the tentacles headed her way were yet to make contact. This was in no way because of the distance between them. True. She was far from the others. But that’s not why the tendrils and the tentacles were yet to make contact.

Byron had slowed them on purpose. He wanted to build up anticipation in her. And it was working. He was sure that if her skin had been a glass he would have seen it coursing through her.

The subtle flinch and the yelp when the first tendril finally made contact were proof of this.

It wrapped itself around her waist, and as it slowly snaked upward toward her beautiful breasts, more tendrils joined it. Some wrapped around her thighs, others around her arms to bind them onto her body, others around her breasts and then lastly around her nipples.

This time she bit her lower lip and let out a muffled moan.

And then the final boss arrived.

The tentacle.

Big and soft, it coiled around her neck, slowly rose to her chin and continued creeping toward her lips before it finally started parting them, seeking to enter.

She opened her eyes, widening them in surprise.

She proceeded to cast her gaze downward.

She looked scared, or confused. Byron knew this was because the tendrils and the tentacles were invisible. She could only feel them creeping around her body.

"I told you to close your eyes," he snapped at her.

"But..." she tried to complain, but Byron did not want to have none of that. He immediately thrust the tentacle into her open mouth.

She let out a muffled moan.

"That’s right! Close your eyes and just enjoy!"

Except, he really didn’t need to say all this.

Clearly, she was feeling so much pleasure as the tendrils teased her nipples and pretty much every inch of her body. Her eyes would have eventually closed on their own due to pleasure.

Whether it was because of this, or because he had told her to, she immediately closed them, letting out more muffled moans.

Byron let out a grunt of pleasure himself when Lucille flicked her tongue across the head of his cock. She then sucked it in a way that produced a pop.

The sound of it, coupled with the magic Lucille was doing on his cock made Byron let out another grunt of pleasure.

Then another, and another when Lucille suddenly pushed it all the way and gagged on it when it reached inside her throat.

She deepthroated it like this once more, twice more, then started bobbing up and down.

Byron found himself involuntarily mimicking this exact movement with the tentacle that was now inside Lalisha’s mouth, pushing it in and out with the same rhythm as Lucille was bobbing up and down his dick.

The sight as her soft, small lips wrapped around the tentacle made his cock even harder. He felt like he was about to explode.

Excited, he wanted to move his hips and thrust into Lucille’s mouth to mimic the way the tentacle was going in and out Lalisha’s but the other dryads were still clinging to him, restricting his movements.

As if to punish them for this, he released another wave of his Sensation Smoke, creating more tentacles that he shoved into their mouths, down their throats and kept thrusting in and out of them.

A chorus of muffled moans erupted all around him. If this was a choir, it needed a lead singer.

Lalisha.

He pulled the tentacle out of her mouth, allowing her to gasp. Her lips were wet with saliva, some even running down her chin. His gaze followed as it trickled onto her breasts.

Like her face, or her lips, her breasts had acquired a rosy hue from the heat of being stimulated. From being aroused.

The thought produced a moving picture of Lalisha’s virgin pussy, wet, arousal dripping down her thighs.

Immediately his gaze went there. He was not disappointed. She was dripping.

He inhaled.

’I wish I could smell it. I wish I could lick her clean.’

Except, he really didn’t need to wish. She was all hers. He could do whatever he wanted.

With this realization, he directed the tentacle that had been in her mouth moments ago towards her pussy.

He did not expect her reaction.

When the tentacle touched the folds of her virgin cunt to scoop the juices, her body shook uncontrollably and she screamed at the top of her lungs.

And her legs wobbled. Had his tendrils not been around her body, steadying her, she would have collapsed. It was clear she had just come. With just a touch!

"Oh fuck yes!" he said with satisfaction, pushing the tentacle to her folds once more. He wanted to scoop more of her nectar.

She trembled again. Did she just have another orgasm? Byron wondered. He knew that if a woman came it was easy to do it again, even instantly, but this was the first time he had ever witnessed it.

Curious to see if she would come again, he now started rubbing the tentacle between her folds, up and down, its tip glazing her clit.

She screamed. But she did not tremble. Not yet. But soon she did. It was probably the first time her clitoris had been stimulated, not to mention the tentacle that was rubbing between the folds of her pussy like a snake sliding between them and the tendrils which were around her body, some playing with her nipples.

She screamed, and screamed, and screamed.

Byron pulled the tentacles out of the mouths of the other dryads so they could echo her scream. After all, what was the lead singer without a choir backing her.

Then he pushed the tentacles inside their mouths again to muffle them.

After three consecutive orgasms, Lalisha’s clit was even more sensitive and whenever the tip of the tentacle glazed her, she moaned loudly.

He would proceed to pull the tentacles out of the dryads mouths so they could echo her scream, then he would shove them down their throats once more.

The realization that he was controlling the pleasures of all these dryads made his cock even harder, and the thought of it reminded him of the magic Lucille was doing on it.

The warmth and the pushed it inside her mouth, the ticklish sensations as the tip of her tongue played with its head...

"Oh, fuck! I’m coming!"

"Come all over my face please!"

Lucille’s voice pleading that he come all over her face was the last stroke. He exploded, shooting a load onto her face, then another and another.

He grunted in pleasure, fighting the urge to close his eyes. He wanted to see her face. To see it covered in his cum.

The sight didn’t disappoint. Lucille was smiling, almost laughing, as Byron squirted his cum into her face.

She proceeded to put the tip of his dick into her mouth and lick it, popping it.

"Oh, fuck!" he grunted. He was so sensitive.

Lucille looked up at him, smiling mischievously and said, "Now you’re going to fuck me until I come all over your dick."

Before he could find his voice, she stood up, turned away from him and pushed her ass onto him, her hand guiding his dick inside her dripping cunt.

This reminded him that he had not tasted Lalisha’s juices like he had intended to before she came.

However, instead of pulling the tentacle from her pussy so he could lick it, now he wanted to drink from the source.

Something within him took her wish seriously. Another wave of Sensation Smoke burst out of him and ran toward Lalisha.

And seized her!

And brought her toward him!

Toward his face!

Now, he pushed a hand onto Lucille’s back to bend her slightly down to make room for Lalisha.

Lalisha herself looked surprised, confused and excited. He grabbed her hips, they were so soft, and buried his face between her thighs.

Whenever Lucille pushed herself onto his dick, his head jerked forward, his lips on Lalisha’s pussy, kissing her folds.

It was heaven.