Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons-Chapter 112: Keza the Succubus

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

It was heaven.

He wouldn’t be so wrong if he called it one of the highest forms of pleasure.

It was pure bliss.

Lucille and Lalisha, two beauties, Byron’s dick in one’s pussy, his lips on another’s folds. This, indeed, was heaven.

He remained in this heaven for more than twenty minutes with Lucille still bent over in front of him, her bubbly ass pressed against him as she impaled herself onto his dick with so much velocity that made juices spurt around as their bodies collided again and again.

If a blind person had passed nearby during this time, he would have thought that it was someone with wet hands, clapping them.

And, of course, he would not be so wrong. Lucille was getting a clapping, both literally and metaphorically.

After Byron grabbed Lalisha’s hips to pull her to his face, he didn’t keep them there. Nor did he keep them idle.

As Lucille continued to impale herself onto his dick, sometimes Byron rewarded her with a hard spanking.

Some other times he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. Other times he brought them back to Lalisha’s hips and gave them a spanking, too.

When he did that, Lalisha would scream like never before, her moans echoed by Lucille’s pleas for her turn.

"Daddy," she would say, wiggling her ass to entice him, "spank my ass too. Please, spank me again!"

Slap!

"Oh, fuck yes! Do it again, daddy! Spank me so hard!"

Slap!

Soon, even Lalisha started to plead with him for a spanking.

And then the other dryads.

To satisfy them all at once, Byron pulled the tentacles from their mouths and used them to spank their asses.

The sound they made every time he did it was so satisfying and addicting. It was like music and he had fallen in love with it and he wanted it on repeat.

Slap!

"Oh, yes daddy!"

"Thank you!"

"Again please!"

Slap!

"Again daddy!"

With such great music in his ears, with the warm, tight walls of Lucille’s pussy clenching around his dick, and with his lips pressed against Lalisha’s cunt, his tongue licking her nectar, Byron couldn’t help but explode.

"Oh, fuck!" he grunted.

"Ah, yes daddy!"

This was Lucille, screaming, her legs wobbling, the entirety of her body shaking uncontrollably.

Apparently, his explosion had resulted in her own climax.

But she didn’t pull away from Byron. Instead, she soon started wiggling her ass onto his dick again, trying to wake up his dick once more.

Except, it hadn’t gone to sleep yet.

Not at all.

Every now and then, one of the dryads would orgasm and the tentacles and the tendrils attached to her would carry the sensation to Byron’s body, sending a shockwave of pleasure racing through his nerves.

This kept his dick throbbing and throbbing and throbbing no matter what.

That’s why Lucille’s eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh, daddy! Oh, yes! You are still so hard. I want to come all over your dick once more."

Immediately, she went back to impaling herself onto his dick. Her ass jiggled like a balloon filled with water whenever it collided with Byron’s body, producing wet sloppy sounds that gave off an impression of a hard, wet clapping.

Byron left her to her thing and focused entirely on eating Lalisha’s virgin pussy. This time he had even started pushing a finger into her.

He fingered her and ate her pussy and fingered and teased her clitoris with the top of his tongue and pushed his tongue into her pussy and blushed it over her folds and fingered her with one finger and fingered her with two fingers and ate her pussy and fingered and fingered her until an orgasmic shudder went through her, then another and another and another.

Suspended in the air, convulsing violently as orgasmic shudders went through her, Byron’s Purple Mist and its purple tentacles and tendrils coiling all around her body, she looked like someone possessed by thousands of demons all at once.

You could imagine how the dryads reacted when they saw this.

"Whoa! Lalisha is floating in the air!" Byron heard the dryad exclaim.

Worse, they could not see the mist and the tentacles and the tendrils like him. To them it seemed like was floating on her own.

Byron had told them to close their eyes to make it easy for their imaginations to augment the pleasures his tentacles and tendrils were delivering to them.

When they heard this dryad’s exclamation, some of them opened their eyes to see for themselves. A few others remained oblivious, of course, their eyes closed, moaning loudly as Byron’s tentacles and tendrils did their magic on their nipples and pussies and pretty much every inch of their bodies.

"How’s she floating?" Byron heard another dryad asking.

He was so surprised when Lucille took it upon herself to answer them.

"Of course it’s because of Byron, what else could it be?"

Lucille had been aware of this. She had seen Lalisha rise in the air, seen her floating towards them and she had felt her body heat emanating from her as she competed with her for Byron’s slaps.

She had not even given it a second thought. Partly because she was too intoxicated with the sensations coursing through her as Byron’s dick roamed to the deepest corners of her pussy, but mainly because by now she knew Byron had special powers.

As was she.

As were the others.

They were all magical creatures.

Of course, he was unique. Hadn’t he resurrected Lalisha? Hadn’t he given them beautiful dresses out of nowhere?

What else could surprise her?

One of the dryads tried to ask Byron how he was able to do it but then Lucille told her to shut up and let them enjoy sex.

Byron was grateful for this. He himself didn’t know how he was able to lift Lalisha with his tentacles and tendrils.

In fact, prior to this, he didn’t know he could do that. It just happened in the heat of the moment.

’I wonder what else I’m capable of,’ he thought, reflecting on his time in this realm.

Back in New Themiscyra when he fought the Tusked-wolves with Alcippe he was disappointed that he didn’t have badass abilities like the ones he used to see in anime and other transmigration stories.

Now he knew he did. His abilities were unique and unconventional, but they were badass. He just needed to figure out how to best use them.

Plus, he was still able to acquire other abilities.

He had absorbed the Sensation Smoke from Keza, the succubus, so was to tell what he would absorb from others in days ahead?

Keza.

My Keza.

Thinking of her brought back the memory of how she was shot out of the sky. It was vivid. The pain felt raw. Real.

Keza, shot out of the sky, her wings broken. Lucille had said it has been 9 months since it happened, but he felt like it had happened yesterday.

Worse, he didn’t know who did it or why they did it.

Even worse, he didn’t know if she was alive or dead.

’I have to leave! I have to go see the amazons. I want to know what really happened.’

’But first, I have to finish what I have started. Some of the dryads are yet to orgasm.’

An idea on how to speed it up popped into his mind.

He decided to test it on Lucille.

He took a tendril off Lalisha’s body and pushed it into her pussy to soak it in her wetness before sending it toward Lucille.

She moaned so loudly when the tip of this tendril touched her anus. "Oh, fuck yes daddy! Fuck yes! Oh, gosh! It’s ticklish! Oh, that feels so good. Uhmn I didn’t know I was so sensitive down there. Oh wow! Wow! I feel it going inside. I’m going crazy! I’m going crazy!"