"Daddy, we never need a bed. The dryads go back into their trees and I into my river. Don't worry though. We shall sleep with you tonight."

At Lucille's words, Byron's lips curled into a satisfied smile. What else could a man wish for?

He thanked her with a kiss on the lips.

Still controlling the tendrils and the tentacles for those dryads who were yet to have their orgasms, Byron strolled tens of meters from her. He wanted to take a piss so badly.

"Oh, fuck!" he grunted, the sensation as the hot liquid sought passage through his urethra painfully satisfying due to the soreness from all the work it had just done.

Upon finishing, he shook it like most men, flicked its head to make sure not even a drop remained inside, then took a few more steps toward the small river that ran through the middle of the island and washed his face with its waters. He drank some using his hands before returning where he had left the girls.

Lucile had just promised they would be around him, but Byron didn't see how that would prevent him from coldness.

True, he was so hot from all the fucking, and his sides would be warm too, but what about the side that would be facing the sky? Or the one on the grass. They were creatures of nature, shape shifters even, which meant they wouldn't feel any cold. But he would.

He dressed himself properly.

'Still not as good as some sheets or a blanket, but at least this is better than nothing at all.'

He laid on his back and stared at the sky. The monsters were still fighting beyond the barrier.

"When do they stop?" he asked, his gaze still at the battle between behemoths.

It was Lucille who replied. "Until morning. Sometimes, though, they fight even during the day, when it's winter, of course."

"So it's the sun that scares them away."

"Yeah! It's the sun, the visible one. When shrouded by anything like rain... I mean clouds and such, they try to fight again. It burns them out of the sky when it returns abruptly."

Lucille, still naked, nuzzled beside him, her head on his chest. "Sorry I made you think they were gonna eat you. Eat us, I mean."

Byron let out a chuckle.

"There's no way you would have been so calm if you knew they were gonna eat me. I was a fool not to notice."

"I don't think it was foolish. You actually showed us that you care. Instead of running in panic to save your own skin, you tried to talk some sense into us."

A dryad who had what looked more like red flowers than hair, came and nuzzled on Byron's other side, then another nuzzled beside her.

Two more came and nuzzled beside Lucille.

When the others noticed what had just happened, they ran toward him. Although they already regretted that they had allowed others to be closer to Byron, they still didn't want to end up way further from him either.

Their efforts proved futile when Ayota arrived. All she had to do was look at the girl nuzzling peacefully beside Byron. The girl quickly nudged the others, pushing herself away from him to leave her spot for Ayota.

"Thank you, Meliae."

The girl's face beamed. Although they were supposedly Lucille's maids, Ayota seemed to hold some authority over them, too. Perhaps she was the headmaid.

Meliae would have liked that spot for herself, but she seemed happy to serve her mistress, even at the expense of her joy.

"Can I also put my head on your chest?" asked Ayota, staring at Byron with pleading eyes.

"Of course you can. Don't fall asleep there though, unless you want your heads to crash me during the night."

"Our heads are not that heavy." It was Lucille who complained.

"How do you know? Have you ever slept with your head on your chest?"

She burst out laughing. "How the hell would I even do that?"

Byron quickly saw this as an opportunity to make them laugh, so he took it. "You can cut it off and place it on your chest? How else?"

They all burst out laughing, except, of course, those who were still in the world of pleasure, their eyes closed as they let their imaginations run wild as Byron's tendrils and tentacles worked hard to bring them to climax.

He kept at it while he chatted with those that were already done and around him.

After a few minutes, he felt one of the dryads reaching her climax, two more followed, then, finally, the last one. A wave of pleasure washed over him, the sensation extreme and unlike anything he had ever felt. It was like he was having an orgasm after an orgasm.

His body shuddered in response, convulsing as if he were having a seizure, his mind hazy. It's like he had just inhaled some godly magic mushrooms, these ones for pleasure instead of hallucinations.

He could hear Lucile and Ayota... He could hear all the girls calling him with voices full of concern. He was unable to say or do anything to ease their worry.

Lucille was hovering over him, her face just an inch away...

"What's happened to him?" asked a soft voice.

More voices were shouting things similar or close to that.

Lucille turned to look at them. "I don't know," she said, then quickly brought her attention back to Byron. "Step aside and give him space. He needs some air."

When they hesitated, Lucille snapped. "Fucking give him some space!"

They were all worried. If only they knew that he wasn't in any pain at all, that he was OK, that the truth was...

He had apparently absorbed so much divinity from this orgy with them that his Sensation Smoke had evolved.

He couldn't believe it when the system dinged, displaying that he could now experience the equivalent of the pleasure that those he used his Sensation Smoke on felt. If he managed to bring a girl to her climax using the purple mist, then he would also feel the equivalent of that climax.

Now he had just felt the pleasure of all the accumulated climaxes from all the dryads.

'I don't think there's any drug that can give a feeling as good and intense as this,' he thought, still too euphoric to speak.

When he first got this smoke, it was from having sex with Keza. He could clearly remember the system saying he could level it up by having sex with her again.

Apparently, that was not the only way.

'Keza...' the thought of her, that she was dead…

Thinking of her reminded him the moment they were shot out of the sky, the possibility that the amazons wanted him dead…

'No! There's no way they could do that to me. There's no way. Keza didn't look like she was planning something like that. Keza was… she is…'

These sour thoughts brought an end to the euphoric state he was in, and he found himself calling Keza's name out loud, jerking upright.

"Keza, Keza..."

Lucille cupped his face, trying to sooth him like one would do to a frightened horse. "Shh! Shh! It's alright, darling!"

It took a while for him to calm down. All the girls rushed to cluster around him, some even with tears in their eyes, sobbing.

When he finally regained his composure, Byron laid back on the grass, the girls nuzzling beside him.

Nobody said a word. Obviously, they wanted to ask him what had just happened, but they thought it better if he was the one who decided to tell them himself.

It would have been an eerie silence if not for the battle raging beyond the barrier. Byron watched as a flying monstrosity dived toward a vermilion abomination in the water, but before it could reach it, another behemoth shot out of the water and snatched the flying beast, dragging it into the depths of the cursed lake.

The scenes playing in front of his eyes were still surreal.

Still watching, he slowly fell into deep thought.

'It's been nine months since I left Themiscyra. Have any of the Amazons given birth? Haha! That would make me a father. Me, Byron, a real…'

It was a dryad from far across Lucille who interrupted his thoughts. "Good night, Byron. And thank you for what you did to us."

"Yes! Thank you so much, Byron," agreed Lucille.

"Thank you so much, Byron!" echoed Ayota and the others.

This brought a smile to his face. However, it was also an opportunity to ask for something in return.

"I didn't do it for free," he said.

They stared at him in bewilderment.

He let the silence hang in the air for a while before explaining, "I want you to escort me back to an Amazonian city."

"But that's dangerous," protested Lucille. "They tried to kill you."

"I don't know that for sure. Just take me there. If I find it to be true, then I will return to the island with you."

They all fell silent, eyes on Lucille to make a decision.

"We can't risk it," she finally said.

"Are you implying that I will never leave this island? 'cause if you are, think twice before saying something you might all regret."

Next chapter will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.