Byron had expected peacock eggs to be as colorful as their tails, but it seems he was wrong to assu so.
All he saw were normal looking white eggs with so near-to-invisible dark spots.
He was in the kitchen now... With all the girls, where he had asked them to gather the peacock eggs.
Apparently, the idea of a light al to them was heating the last night’s leftovers.
’Hunting is ti consuming,’ they claid.
Yep! You heard that right. In order not to get bored, they never stocked food in the City. Everyday they went hunting and fruit gathering.
The only things they had in the City were cheese, salt, seasonings and the flour they used to make bread
To be honest, that was totally understandable. They were just 74 and surrounded by uninhabited land that was large enough to be a country that could support over 80 million residents.
Even if they hunted every hour, the antelopes, rabbits, boars... Were too many to exhaust... let alone once a day.
That’s why Byron decided they weren’t gonna go hunting just for breakfast. That’s why he asked them to gather the peacock eggs.
It had been so long since he ate an olet. He was dying to have it. Most of all, he was dying to impress the girls with his cooking skills.
"Hey, what’s up with that inspection?" asked Alcippe, giving him a dubious look.
Byron figured he had stared at the egg for far too long. He used a spoon to crack it, then answered as he picked another one. "I thought they would be colorful!"
"Haven’t you seen them before?"
Of course he had seen them. His mother had them among her decorations. Who would have thought she had painted them? Or that perhaps soone had scamd her?
"Oh, I’ve seen them. Just not as big as these ones."
Basically, that didn’t answer the question of about why he thought they would be colorful. But for so reason, Alcippe jumped to another topic.
"Yeah! The peacocks here are so big. Guess it’s because there’s no large society to threaten their existence. Anyways, why did you crack it?"
"We have to crack them for the dish I told you about. Olet, rember?"
"Oh, yeah!"
She crashed the one she had in her hand and picked another.
The other girls followed her lead.
Penthesilea had wanted to help, but the girls insisted she was the Queen, that she was not to tire herself.
So, she was now sucking on Byron’s dick as all this transpired.
After each girl broke 3 eggs, except for Alcippe who broke 6 in separate bowls, Byron told them to stir them.
"Add so salt!"
They looked at him and copied the amount from him.
"Add in so chilly for those who like it!"
All of them did except Alcippe.
"Add any other spice you like and stir and stir!"
Their kitchen was so big and had as many cooking spots as double the number of the girls.
Following his lead, they heated their pans and added butter and cut so onion and poured the eggs on them and waited and flipped until it was finally ti to put the result on the plate.
"Penth, co and eat!"
The Queen reluctantly slid Byron’s cock out of her mouth and looked at Alcippe from where she was crouching.
"Is it ready?"
"Very ready! We want you to taste it first!"
She rose to her feet, cut a slice and slowly put it into her mouth, her expression disgusted as if she was expecting it to be terrible.
But oh boy, she was very wrong.
The mont the taste hit her tongue, she chewed greedly and cut another slice.
"Is it good?" asked Byron with a smile on his face.
"Of course it’s good. Fucking good. Why else am I eating it like this?"
This was like a green light for the other girls. They gulped theirs down and so even started heating their pans again, cracking other eggs.
"What’s it called again?"
"Olet!"
"aning?"
Well, it obviously ant olet. What else?
But that was not a convincing answer, was it?
"Well, it ans sothing soft, yet delicious!"
"It really is soft and delicious!"
"Yeah! It is!" the Queen tuned in.
’What? Did Alcippe and Penthesilea buy the crap I just said? Haha! Soft and delicious my ass!’
He attacked his plate and pretty soon found himself heating his pan again and cracking more eggs like most of the girls.
But a few had seen this distraction as an opportunity to have his dick for their own benefits.
That included the twins and a voluptuous redhead with long legs and pale skin.
They shared it as the others cooked more olets. From ti to ti, Byron would let out a grunt, but that didn’t stop him from talking to Alcippe and Penthesilea as he cooked his third olet.
"Hippolyta might be here today. We must hunt to prepare!" Penthesilea was saying. "That is if the news had reached her, of course!"
It was Alcippe who responded.
"Of course it has reached her. Keza was so violent yesterday. You could tell she wanted him for herself and only herself. There’s no way she had not rode the whole night to tell Hippolyta about it. After all, it’s the only way she will get a chance to have him under her naked body again."
"Keza? You an, the redhead who put a sword on my throat?"
"Yeah! That one! She’s among Hippolyta’s top warriors. The one who kills those her Queen wants dead. You should be scared!"
"Why should I? I’m a worrier too... And a man, rember?"
Alcippe burst out laughing as if he had cracked a joke.
"Muscles and masculinity are not what fights. She’s a formidable warrior. Even I can not defeat her."
Byron had long known the Amazons were cocky, but he thought those were just in the comics and movies.
Who would have thought that they were even more arrogant and overconfident in real life?
Sure, maybe they could beat him. But they haven’t fought him yet. How could she just assu she was a better warrior than him?
"Oh, so you think because you can’t beat her, I too can’t, eh?"
She laughed. "Of course you can’t! Do you think you can beat ?"
"Wanna have a duel?"
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