Not even a minute passed and Lucille was shaking uncontrollably, screaming her appreciation. The tendril up her ass had done its job faster than Byron had hoped for. It was ti to apply the sa technique to the other dryads.
He released another round of Sensation Smoke. He was surprised he still had that much in his reserves. Perhaps it had sothing to do with all the divinity he was absorbing from them.
The purple mist ford into several tendrils.
Byron reached out with his mind and picked at least two tendrils for each dryad. It still amazed him how he was able to tell apart each and every tentacle and tendril as easily as how a person is able to control his fingers.
Better yet, how his mind was able to create an image of anyone connected to any of his tendrils or tentacles even if he had not looked at them.
The images of all the dryads materialized in his mind as he directed the new batch of tendrils into their pussies to wet them.
To achieve this, he pulled out the tentacles. The dryads moaned in unison, complaining, wondering why he had pulled their toys away.
Before any of them could voice their displeasure in words, they felt a new type of sensation and erupted into a chorus of high-pitched moans.
The tendrils were smaller than the tentacle, but the way they moved inside their pussies, their tips tickling this way and that, restless like a tail of a snake that’s just been cut off... The sensation was too intense to handle.
Had they known what Byron had in store for them, they would have started worshiping him on the spot.
Once Byron confird that all the tendrils were soaked, glistening with the natural lubricant from their vaginas, he pulled them out.
"Ohhh~"
"Yes~"
"Fuck~"
These were their screams when Byron pushed the tentacles back into their pussies.
They scread even louder when he directed the slippery tendrils up their asses, twisting and tickling with intent to bring them to orgasm faster.
"Oh! What’s that?"
"Gosh! It’s tickly!"
"Uhm I’m overwheld!"
"Please don’t take it away!"
Every dryad reacted to the tendrils with her own unique exclamation.
Now they were all shouting, confessing their love for Byron, pledging their loyalty to him, promising him the sun and the moon.
Soone did the opposite of this.
Lucille.
"I can’t take any more!" she exclaid, pulling away from Byron. Once his dick was out of her pussy, she reached for the tendril up her ass and pulled it out, too. The shudders of the orgasm she just had were still coursing through her.
"Why are they screaming like madn? Did you put a worm up their asses like you did mine?"
Byron burst out laughing.
"A worm? Gosh, Lucille, it’s not a worm. But yeah! I put sothing up their asses too."
"It sure felt like a worm. What do you call it?"
"A tendril."
Now she was the one who burst out laughing. "A tendril? Sa thing. Sa, sa thing."
"No. A worm and a tendril are not the sa. One is dirty, the other is..."
"A worm can be cleaned."
"Alright!" Byron conceded. There was nothing to gain from arguing, especially now that Lalisha was starting to complain, asking him why he had stopped eating her pussy.
"A worm or not, it feels so good. Why didn’t you do this last night?"
"Where is the fun in revealing all my secrets at once?"
"Fair enough. Does it an you have more surprises coming?"
At that, Byron just grinned and buried his face back into Lalisha’s legs, his lips onto her dripping folds.
Lucille got her answer.
"I can’t wait for you to surprise us again. Today was a wiggly worm up our asses. I wonder what the next surprise would be. Will you make us float in the air like Lalisha?"
Byron didn’t hear her. So of the dryads had started orgasming. Others were close. Their shouts were becoming louder and louder. All this, combined with the fact that his ears were muffled by Lalisha’s thighs as he ate her pussy, made it impossible for him to hear Lucille.
She didn’t make a big deal out of it. When she waited for a reply and got none, she took Byron’s dick into her mouth, licked it clean and fell to her knees, to her butt, and then finally lay on her back, panting heavily.
"I didn’t know I could get so satisfied, so exhausted that I freely let go of your dick."
She was looking at the sky as she said this, her face radiating joy as the sunlight bathed it.
If Byron had heard her, he would have said, "You underestimated then!"
But he didn’t.
A few minutes went by.
Lucille couldn’t believe none of the dryads had claid Byron’s dick. Perhaps they didn’t know it was free for the grabbing.
"Does none of you want Byron’s dick?" she asked, shouting so they could hear her. "I’m done with it for now. He’s all yours."
A few dryads heard her. But they were weak in the knees, shaking from having a huge tentacle up their pussies, wiggly tendrils up their asses plus a lot more tendrils coiled around their nipples, or their waist or whenever else Byron had thought necessary to deploy them.
Even if they could have been able to grab it, Byron would not have allowed them to. It was ti to fuck Lalisha.
He lowered her into his dick.
[Congratulations! The host has successfully connected to a being with remnants of divinity.]
[Congratulations! Divinity Absorption System activated.]
Byron waited for the system to say sothing else, to give him a quest or sothing, but it did not.
The sa thing had happened when he slid his dick into Lucille’s pussy. And liae’s. And Ayota’s. For so reason, he wasn’t getting any quests like before.
Could it be because the system wanted him to get in with it and leave this island? Because it wanted him to return to Themiscyra to see the Amazons?
Whatever the reason, he was tired anyway. He just wanted to fuck Lalisha and lay on his back like Lucile was currently doing and rest for like an hour, then leave this island.
Today he would return to the Amazons and learn the truth about what happened the day Keza was shot out of the sky. Despite Lucille’s insisting that the Amazons wanted him dead, Byron didn’t believe it. Plus, his system had told him to return. Surely it would not send him back to them if they had wanted to kill him.
Plus, now he knew there was so goddess behind the system. If she had brought him into this realm for a mission, she would protect him.
’She didn’t protect from being shot out of the sky though. Perhaps she did. How else am I alive? Perhaps she wanted to et the dryads. Perhaps perhaps perhaps.’
There were so many perhaps, but returning to the Amazons was the only way to know for sure.
With a new-found enthusiasm, he thrust into Lalisha, faster and faster each ti.
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