The dryad stood there, unsure of what to do. If she interrupted them, Ayota could be angry with her. If she didn't, it was Lucille who was going to be angry. She had to choose.

Since Lucille was superior to Ayota, it would have been sensible if she chose Lucille. But that was if she ignored another player. Byron.

What if Byron got angry with her if she interrupted them and refused to ever be intimate with her? Then again, if she chose him, who was to tell if Lucille wouldn't get angry and forbid Byron to ever be intimate with her? Either way, she was cooked. It was an impossible choice. Although, could Lucille forbid Byron to do anything? She wasn't going to try to find out.

'Why can't they just get it over with?'

Now she was angry. It wasn't even about the choice, but about the fact that she was starting to get horny. Jealousy ran through her, setting her body on fire.

Luckily for her, after 5 minutes, Lucille sent another dryad.

"Meliae, did you tell them?" she asked in a whisper.

Meliae shook her head.

"Tell them. Lucille says the meat is getting cold."

'Why did they remove it from the fire?' she thought, but didn't voice it. She was in no position to criticize Lucille's decisions.

Instead she looked at the newcomer and whispered, "I couldn't bring myself to interrupt them. Can you perhaps tell them for me?"

As expected, the newcomer couldn't either. "You are the one they sent to tell them. I was only sent to remind you."

After saying this, she walked away, obviously heading back to report to Lucille.

'Now what do I do?'

If this was a prayer, it was answered right away.

Byron let out a deep grunt of pleasure. At the same time, Ayota screamed like a wounded beast. They were finally done.

Meliae watched as Byron collapsed onto Ayota, hugging her waist as he released his seed deep inside her.

'When will I get to experience this?' Meliae's eyes glistened with tears. There was a possibility that she would never have any moment alone with Byron.

'Let me not fret,' she stirred herself away from depressing thoughts. 'At least yesterday I experienced what intense orgasm feels like. Even though I don't know how he fucked all of us at the same time, even though it wasn't his real manly... Manly stick, it was better than nothing. Even better than my own fingers.'

This train of thought brought back images of last night and the sensations and the....

"Meliae, what are you doing here?"

Ayota had spotted her.

"Ah... Lucille sent me to fetch you. The meat is getting cold."

"Why did they remove it from the fire?"

"I wondered the same thing."

Ayota got up and went to pick up Byron's trousers from where he had thrown them. She told Byron to put them on. "You're the one Lucille wants. I will go take a bath in the hot springs."

"I will come with you," replied Byron, handing his trousers back to Meliae. To her, he said, "Tell Lucille to give us a few more minutes."

"She's going to get mad," complained Ayota.

"Then let her!"

When he said this, Meliae chuckled. She never heard anyone talk about Lucille in that way. Her chuckle drew Byron's attention back to her. His gaze seemed to swipe across her body, lingering on her chest.

She wasn't anyone special, but even she knew her breasts were special. They were the biggest she had ever seen. Even she sometimes wondered how it was possible for a nobody like her to have a bigger chest than the headmaid, not to mention her mistress.

She was happy to see Byron's gaze giving them the credit they deserved.

At first, she didn't notice that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Only when Byron licked his lips, then brought his gaze back to meet hers and nodded his head, did she realize she would forever regret it if she let this opportunity slip through her grasp.

"Do you want to touch them?" she heard herself asking.

He looked startled. "What did you say?"

'You stupid, stupid idiot!' she scolded herself. 'Now what have you done?' She could feel the heat in her cheeks rising. Byron was now staring into her eyes. Had he noticed?

She wanted to avert her gaze but was unable to. 'Are all the males this intimidating?' She wondered. If only the ground could open up and swallow her.

It came as a surprise then, even to her, when she heard herself saying, "I was asking if you would like to touch them."

She watched as his gaze wandered back to her chest, then a smile that turned into a wide grin. She could swear his cheeks were turning red too.

'Don't kid yourself. That could have been the flush from having sex with Ayota. Otherwise, how could I possibly make him blush.'

Despite this, her eyes didn't leave his. He glanced back at Ayota who had turned around to walk away unaware of what was happening behind her. She probably thought Byron was behind her.

Then her heart skipped a bit when he suddenly came closer to her, their bodies almost touching. "Would you like me to?" he asked.

She was so incapacitated that all she could do was nod again and again like a fool.

His lips curled into another smile. She expected him to reach out and touch them, but he touched her cheek instead.

His touch sent shivers down her spine. A gasp escaped from her lips when he blushed his thumb across her lips. "Aren't you afraid Lucille and Ayota will get mad?"

"Not if you tell them it was you who initiated it."

Again, her reply surprised her. 'I thought I was stupid. And weak.'

Apparently, she wasn't.

It was obvious that Byron liked her response as well. "Aren't you a spirited one?" he said.

Before she could say anything, he leaned toward her and planted his lips on hers. Like her chest, she had always known that her lips were bigger than those of the others too. Fuller.

"Your lips are delicious!" he said when he pulled back.

'So, he finds my lips beautiful too?'

Her confidence went through the roof. Or, to be exact, through the sky. It was the only roof around.

Byron kissed her again. And again. And again. She'd never known a kiss could be that passionate.

Then came the moment she had been waiting for. Not exactly. She had expected he would touch her breasts, but he was instead sucking on them.

'This is...'

"Oh yes!" she moaned loudly when his tongue brushed her nipple.

The sound reached Ayota.

She came back running. "What are you guys doing?"

'This bitch! I didn't interrupt when she was being fucked. Why is she interrupting me? Why can't she...'

"Go on and bathe," said Byron. "I will wait for you here with Meliae."

'What? He remembers my name? He only heard it once and he remembers it?' Now Meliae was looking at Byron with different eyes. Not just lustful, but also admiring. He had stood up for her.

Meanwhile, Ayota stood there, stunned. Her lips twitched. It seemed like she wanted to say something. After a while, she just shook her head and turned to walk away. Although, of course, not before she gave Meliae a look that could kill.

'You can't do nothing to me, bitch! I'm with Byron.' Obviously, Meliae could only say this in her mind.

Byron was back at it, sucking her tits, his hands exploring her body. Another kind of sensation she didn't know existed shot through her when he grabbed her big, soft ass and spanked it with both hands.

She fell backward with a yelp, but Byron reacted quickly. Now, in his arms she was sure nothing could make her afraid. Nothing she couldn't do. She could even insult Lucille if he told her too.

'How can I make this permanent?'

She looked into his eyes. Their gazes held each for a while, then she felt something poking at her.

'Oh gods! His... His manly stick is poking me!'

"Please fuck me!" she heard herself saying.

This was one of those times she surprised even herself. Although, it didn't seem like a surprise to Byron. It was as if he had known she would say that. He chuckled, then twirled her around.

Almost immediately, he entered her, the thrust faster and deeper than she would have expected it to be. But it was how she would have liked it to be.

Without realizing, she loosened her grip on his trousers and they fell on the ground. All she gave thought now was the pleasure spreading through her body as he slammed into her rear again and again, his arms reaching out from behind to squeeze and play with her huge breasts.

She couldn't believe this was happening.

Her back was slightly bent, his dick deep inside her, his hands still playing with her breasts when she heard an angry voice addressing her.

"Meliae, is this what I sent you to do?"

It was Lucille... And she was pissed.

Meliae wasn't worried about her being pissed though. She was only worried that Lucille was going to steal this moment away.

'Oh gods! Why not wait for at least a few minutes? Why send Lucille upon me when things were starting to get better?'

She felt like crying.