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Xera and Her Companions #15: Legacy

by Sigma

(Author’s Note: Okay, so, we’re doing things a bit differently this week. You probably already noticed there’s only one story this week instead of the usual two. This is the penultimate Xera story, so this and the final one, hopefully out next week, will be giant-sized. Hope you enjoy.)

I

“She hasn’t stopped smiling since we got on this ship,” Gurka said, looking at the bow of the ship as it sailed toward an island that was drawing closer. Xera stood as close to the bow as she could without going over, one foot propped up on the edge.

“Of course not,” Ava said. “She’s going home.”

Minerva looked up from her book and at the deck of the ship. Tall, powerfully built Amazon warriors were manning the ship, adjusting the sails and making last-minute changes as they approached their home island of Ganea. Scattered about the ships were other Amazons, not part of the crew, but passengers like them. They were outnumbered by a great number of male passengers, all armed with weapons and most of them with the look and manner of experienced warriors. In the waters beyond the ship, several dozen others just like the one they were on carried even more passengers.

“I can’t believe I’ve never heard of the Legacy Games before Xera told us,” Minerva said.

“It makes sense,” Ava said, picking apart a loaf of bread she brought with her. “I mean...there are only women on Ganea, but they have to reproduce somehow, right?”

“I have to hand it to those Amazons,” Gurka said, taking Ava’s bread, tearing it into two uneven halves and giving Ava the smaller piece back. “Inviting warriors from all over the world to their island once every four years for a series of contests against their own, and letting the winners fuck them and give them children is a pretty good scheme. It ensures their children aren’t little fleas with twigs for arms,” she said, taking Minerva’s arm and waving it around. She laughed when Minerva pulled her arm away in a huff.

“Maybe one of those games is Orc hunting…” Ava muttered, glaring at Gurka as she ate her bread.

“Pssh…I promise I can take any warrior on that island,” Gurka said loudly, drawing looks of contempt from many of the other passengers, a fact that she smirked at. She looked over her shoulder as the ship neared the dock and the others got up. “Well, looks like we’re here. Xera!” She called out, the but the redheaded Amazon jumped off the bow of the ship and onto the dock the moment it was close enough.

“Annnd she’s gone,” Gurka said.

Xera stood on the dock with her hands on her shapely hips. Her tits swelled with a deep breath and she had a wide smile on her face as the others joined her. She then turned around. “My friends, welcome to Ganea. My home,” she said, holding out her arms. “Come on. The games are starting soon. You all can stay at my family home and…”

“Prepare yourself, Xera!” a woman shouted, startling the group. Before anyone could react, a tall, solidly built woman with pitch black hair stormed across the dock and tackled Xera to the ground.

Minerva screamed in surprise as the two Amazons tumbled to the ground and began wrestling while others departing ships simply walked around them. The rolled back and forth, trying to gain advantage, and Gurka grabbed Ava’s arm when she went to help and pulled her back. After a few moments, the dark haired Amazon had Xera pinned and held her down by her wrists. A mischievous grin crossed her freckled face.

“I have bested you yet again!” the woman said with a laugh. She leaned in so her face was mere inches from Xera’s. Their chests touched and her thighs straddled Xera’s slim waist. “I won’t go easy next time.”

Xera looked her in the eye, glaring before her expression turned to a smile and the two began laughing. The woman then jumped up and helped Xera to her feet. She had the same curvy figure as Xera, and wore simple dark leathers with a short sword on her hip. Xera put her arm around the woman’s shoulder in a tight embrace and then turned to her companions.

“Everyone, I want you to meet Olympia. We grew up together,” she explained. She then turned to her. “I didn’t realize you had already arrived.”

“Just a few hours ago,” Olympia told her. “Come, I know how tiring travel can be. You can rest before we go to the games,” she said before she and Xera walked off.

“Aww, that’s nice. Xera has a childhood friend,” Minerva smiled.

“Agreed,” Ava said. “Her friend seems wonderful.”

“Ha!” Gurka cackled, slapping them both on the shoulders and nearly knocking Minerva over. “You two are naive as hell if you think those two Amazons are only friends,” she said before following them.

II

Xera’s family home was a spacious, but humble single-story building not far from the docks. The center of the main room was dominated by a family-sized table with a fire pit off the side and shelves and weapon racks built into the walls.

Minerva spent time looking around the place while Gurka and Ava sat at the table talking with Olympia. She stopped at a small shelf that had a trio of figurines on it, a woman, a man, and a younger woman. Minerva instantly recognized the younger woman as Xera and picked up the figure of the other woman.

“My mother, Rhea,” Xera said, walking up next to the sorceress.

“So this man is…”

“My father, Stelios,” Xera smiled.

Minerva put the figure back down. “Are they...you know...here?”

Xera looked at her, confused. “Oh, no! No, no, they aren’t dead, Minerva. They don’t live on the island.”

“Oooh…” she answered, looking relieved.

“When an Amazon has children, she sometimes chooses to remain with her partner since men aren’t allowed to live on the island,” Xera told her. “Father bested mother in the games, which is how I came to be born. She raised me here on the island, but once I was of age to begin training, she left to be with father. I often stayed with Olympia and her mother, as a matter of fact.”

“So...what about the games? What if an Amazon gets pregnant and has a son?”

“Then she takes her boy and either raises him out in the world by herself or with the father. The same happens for Amazons who leave the island to explore the world. If they have a daughter, they sometimes return here. If they have a son, they stay and raise the boy, teach him to be a warrior.”

“I really can’t believe I didn’t know any this,” Minerva said. “Is there a library around here?”

Xera smiled and pat her on the shoulder. “I’ll take you myself, my friend.” 

“So…” Gurka said, looking across the table at Olympia. “These Legacy games aren’t the only contest your people holds?”

Olympia shook her head. “We have another ritual every four years, so..in two years we’ll hold the Queen’s Tournament. It’s a series of contests for any Amazon wishing to enter. The winner challenges the reigning queen for the crown.”

“Ha! I like this place more and more,” Gurka grinned. “Who is the current queen?”

“Her name is Demetra,” Olympia told her. “She’s defended her crown for 7 consecutive tournaments. That puts her just shy of the longest serving queen we’ve ever had. If she wins the next tournament and the one after, she’ll have caught up to Katia the First, which no one’s done since her reign 500 years ago. I plan on cutting Demetra’s reign short in the next tournament,” she grinned.

“Are you participating these games, too?” Ava asked.

“Yes,” Olympia nodded just as Xera and Minerva joined them, with Xera sitting next to Olympia. “I’m a bit more ambitious than the ginger, here,” she laughed and elbowed Xera gently.

“No games for you?” Gurka asked.

“No. I’m not here to find a mate,” Xera told them. “Just to watch. I may come back to watch the Queen’s Tournament, but only to watch.”

“I don’t know why,” Olympia huffed. “Rhea came within a breath of defeating Demetra when she was crowned all those years ago. It’s in Xera’s blood.”

“I want to meet this Queen Demetra,” Gurka said.

Ava looked the orc over and narrowed her eyes. “You want to fight Queen Demetra!”

Gurka looked at them all and shrugged.

“It may provide the queen with some excitement,” Xera shrugged. “By law, the Queen cannot participate in the Legacy Games, so she always has to watch them. Gurka’s not a competitor, so it would just be a contest with no stakes beyond bragging rights.”

“She’s probably at the arenas now,” Olympia said.

“Well then let’s go!” Gurka said, the first one to get up.

***

Olympia led the group to a massive, ornate building with high ceilings not far from Xera’s home. The walls were decorated with fine pieces of art and spaced throughout were marble statues of various Amazonian heroines. Gurka, Ava, and Minerva barely noticed those things because, all around them, several of the male warriors and many of the Amazons were engaged in sex acts. The room was filled with moans, cries of pleasure, and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh.

As couples engaged in penetration, anal, oral sex, and countless other acts, servant girls wearing absolutely no clothing at all hovered between them with trays of food and wine, offering them to whoever would accept.

“Wh...what is happening?” Ava asked, staring as a warrior walked past her with his cock dangling between his legs.

“The men you see are early victors in the games,” Xera explain. “They’ve only just started today, but they started when the sun came up. They’ll continue for a week’s time, nonstop. This hall is for this very purpose.”

Gurka nodded, impressed. “So is this where you conceived, Amazon?” The orc asked.

“Uh huh,” Olympia answered for Xera. “Me too.” 

Minerva stopped to stare at one Amazon, tall with a shaved head, as she rode her partner’s cock, bouncing up and down, her swollen tits heaving as she cried out in pleasure. She licked her lips and looked down at her smiling partner, putting her hands on his broad chest. She then looked up and over at the sorceress when she felt her staring.

“Oh! Sorry!” Minerva said, turning bright red.

The Amazon laughed and shook her head. “No worries at all, little one. Enjoy the games,” she winked at her without ever breaking her pace.

Minerva turned away and came face to face with a servant girl, this one a tall, thin woman with pale skin. She offered Minerva a tray with full wine glasses and the sorceress took one. The servant girl smiled and walked off and Minerva watched her shapely ass as she left. “Why is everyone here so tall?” she asked herself before going to catch up with the others.

“It’s not often you see a building dedicated to fucking outside of a pleasure cult,” Gurka said.

“It’s all in the service of Flora, our goddess of fertility, reproduction, and love,” Olympia told her. She then pointed to a massive statue in the center of the room of a woman with long, flowing hair. Every curve on her body, her tits, hips, thighs, ass, were perfectly round, and she stood posed with her long arms extended in welcoming embrace.

“I could come to like it here,” Gurka smiled. “All you Amazons seem to do is fuck and fight. My kind of people.”

“Ugh!” Ava scoffed. “Don’t be so reductive! Their culture is steeped in centuries of tradition and ritual like any other. They’re not some barbarians for you to gawk at.”

“No, she’s mostly right,” Olympia shrugged while leading them through a set of doors at the back of the building.  “And any Amazon worth a damn is good at both. You’ll see,” she smiled as she led them to an open-air space on the other side of the door. Before the group stretched the arenas set up for the games. There were a series of large rings, separated from each other to give the participants space to compete. Amazons engaged their opponents in wrestling matches, armed combat using training weapons, feats of strength that involved moving giant rocks, archery contests, and a number of other physical competitions.

The group walked the wide, wooden walkways between the rings and watched the contests in front of them. Some Amazons were besting their opponents, some Amazons were being beaten, and some of the contests were so close it was impossible to tell which way things would go.

“Heh,” Gurka chuckled. “I think I could take anyone here. Man or woman.”

“Is that so, Orc?” a woman spoke. The group turned around to see another Amazon, this one a tall black woman wearing a simple white short dress with a strap over one shoulder. Her dark hair, tied back in loose braids, was beginning to show streaks of gray, but her shapely curves and lean muscles were those of a lively woman well in her physical prime.

“Queen Demetra,” Xera stepped forward.

The Queen tilted her head to the side. “I don’t believe it! Xera? I hardly recognized you!” She smiled and laughed as the two shook hands and then hugged. “And if you’re here then…” she looked at Olympia. “Of course, Olympia isn’t far off,” she said before hugging the other Amazon.

“My queen,” Xera said. “I want you to meet my friends: Ava, Minerva, and Gurka,” she introduced them all.

“Ladies,” the queen nodded with a warm smile. “Welcome to Ganea. I hope you enjoy your visit,” she said. “Now...Ms. Gurka...what was it you were saying?”

“I said I could take anyone on this island. That includes you, Queenie,” the orc boasted.

Demetra folded her lean arms across her ample chest and smirked. “Is that so?”

“It’s so,” Gurka answered. “I can show you. I heard you could use the amusement.”

“Ha!” Demetra cackled. “Is your friend serious, Xera?”

“Her hubris knows no end, my queen,” Xera answered, glaring at Gurka.

“Don’t be embarrassed by her, dear,” Demetra said. “Many orc warriors have rightfully earned the right to brag about their skill. I should know. I beat quite a few myself before I took my crown.”

“Yeah?” Gurka asked. “Anyone I know?”

“Have you heard of Drok the Slayer?”

Gurka’s expression dropped and she looked the queen up and down. “...at the battle of Skull Ridge? You’re the one who took Drok’s head?”

Demetra simply smiled.

“...Oh shit…” Gurka uttered under her breath.

Minerva slid up next to the orc. “Who’s Drok?”

“He was a warlord whose army swept across the land a few decades back. That might have even been before you were born. He was stopped at Skull Ridge by some mysterious warrior woman who they said moved like lightning and hit like thunder…” Gurka whispered.

“For what it’s worth, it was a very grueling fight,” Demetra said. “To this day, the orc was one of the hardest men I’ve ever fought.”

“Is that fear I see on your face, Gurka?” Ava mocked openly.

“Shut up,” Gurka straightened. “I still stand by my claim. I want to see what the mighty Queen of the Amazons can do.”

Demetra looked Gurka up and down and then shrugged. “Very well. I have matters of state to see to, so...tomorrow afternoon. Be here.”

“You’re on!”

Demetra simply smirked and walked off.

“Can you really beat her?” Minerva asked.

Gurka paused and swallowed a lump in her throat. She then looked at Ava and Minerva and grabbed both of their arms to drag them away.

“Ow! Gurka, what are you doing?” Ava complained.

“I need to train, and you two idiots are going to help me.”

“But I’m supposed to see the library!” Minerva protested.

“Fuck your books!”

A bewildered Olympia watched the three of them walk off and then turned to Xera, who simply shook her head.

“Don’t try to make sense of those three,” Xera said to her friend. The dark haired Amazon put her arm around Xera’s shoulders and hugged her close, laughing.

“Goddess, how I’ve missed you,” Olympia said to Xera. “But, it appears you and I are alone while your friends go entertain themselves.”

Xera looked at her and grinned. “It appears so. However shall we pass the time?”

“I have a few ideas,” Olympia said, tracing her finger across Xera’s cleavage when the two of them were approached by a male warrior. He was powerfully built young man with short, dark brown hair. His bare chest sported old scars and he carried himself with the confidence of a skilled warrior.

“Excuse me for interrupting, ladies,” the warrior said, looking at the two of them. “But I am interested in a contest. Any takers?”

Xera looked the man over. He was handsome enough, and looked as though he’d provide a good challenge, but she had no interest in participating in the games. Olympia stepped forward, stretched her arm across her chest.

“Hmm...you look like fun,” she said. She then turned to her side and saw one of the arenas was empty. “All right, come. You and me.”

The warrior nodded. “What’s the contest?”

“A simple wrestling match,” Olympia said. “One pin.”

“Very good,” the warrior said. “I am Aradus,” he introduced himself.

“I’m the woman who’s going to pin you,” Olympia teased.

Aradus chuckled and jumped into the ring while Olympia turned to Xera.

“I can count on you to cheer me on, yes?”

Xera looked at Aradus as he prepared himself and then turned to Olympia. “Hmm...I wonder what you’ll name your child after he beats you?”

Olympia laughed, shoved Xera and then jumped in the ring. She and Aradus eyed each other as they sized each other up. They then approached each other and locked arms around each other’s shoulders, each of them trying to overpower the other. They were both about the same height, but Aradus was beginning to show his strength advantage when Olympia’s knees started to buckle.

The Amazon thought quickly and swept her front leg, clipping his and using the momentum to throw him to the ground. He hit the ground with a grunt and Olympia quickly climbed on top of him and locked her arms around his neck. Aradus pushed himself up, overpowering the Amazon, and flipped her over his shoulder. She lay there, stunned, arms and thick legs splayed, and Aradus grabbed her by her hair and forced her back to her feet. She met him with a quick punch to the jaw, and when he staggered back, Olympia ran at him and knocked him back down with a flying knee. She tried to capitalize on her advantage, but Aradus tangled her legs in his and pulled her down. He then climbed on top of her from behind, his swollen cock beneath his pants poking against her ass.

Olympia growled at the humiliation and growled when he locked his arm around her neck in tight hold. His hand then snaked around around, ripping off her leather top, and as she grabbed his arm he leaned in close.

“My, you are a lively one,” Aradus chuckled. “We’ll make fine children, indeed.” He grabbed one of her tits while tightening his hold with his other arm.

“The game isn’t won, yet!” Olympia said, driving her elbow into his side repeatedly until he was forced to let her go. She jumped to her feet and Aradus quickly got back up. When he did, Olympia was on him, hitting him with another punch that caused him to spin and fall to the ground. She then stepped on the back of his neck, forcing his face into the dirt before she knelt down, putting her knee across the back of his neck and applying her weight.

Her tits were out, her nipples were rock hard, and the Amazon grinned as she stretched one of her opponent’s legs across her shoulders and reached into his pants, grabbing his stiff cock with the other.

“What have we here?” Olympia teased, fondling his tight balls and working the shaft of his cock with her fingers.

Aradus grunted and tried to worm his way out from under her.

“Oh no, you aren’t going anywhere,” Olympia said as she began jerking him off.

Outside the ring, Xera watched, and she could feel herself growing wet between her legs. Other Amazons, and some of the men, were beginning to gather to watch the contest too.

Olympia took his cock in her hand, making sure to draw out her strokes while stretching his trapped leg and pressing down on his neck. “Do you surrender?”

“Never!” Aradus growled.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Olympia laughed. “I guess I’ll have to drain you dry, instead,” she taunted, wrapping her whole hand around his cocked and moving back and forth in a steady rhythm. “Don’t give in too soon. We have an audience.”

Aradus growled when he realized people were watching and tried to push himself up, but Olympia kept him down and continued, picking up her pace and causing her opponent to grunt and moan under her.

“Come on, now. Surely this is better than you can get from any brothel, right?” She laughed. She squeezed his cock, tickled his balls, and pulled all at once, delighting in the man’s barely suppressed cries. “Defeat isn’t the end of the world, you know.” She told him.

Aradus clawed at the ground under him, desperate to get out before he released, but he could feel it coming. His balls tightened, his legs quivered, and Olympia’s touch was putting him closer to the edge with every passing second. The crowd around the ring grew as Amazons and visiting warriors cheered. He tried to muster his willpower, but it was too much. His body shook, he let out a loud moan, and he could feel himself coming all over Olympia’s hand.

She then got off of him and he lay in the dirt, breathing heavily until Olympia rolled him onto his back with her foot. She hovered over him, sucking his glistening sperm from her fingers before she lowered herself and put her still clothed crotch on his face.

“Don’t feel bad,” Olympia said to him while sitting on his face. “At least you got off, right?” She winked at him before getting up and pumping her fist in the air in triumph to cheers from the crowd.

Xera simply watched her with a smile on her face while Aradus got up and limped away in humiliation, with a heated look in his eyes. The crowd dispersed and Olympia rejoined Xera. When she did, she untied the braid her dark hair was in and stretched her lean muscles.

“Well, that was fun little distraction,” she smiled. She then rolled her shoulder. “I think I may have tweaked my shoulder, though.”

“Hmmm…” Xera smiled, putting her hands on Olympia’s shoulders and rubbing them. “I guess I’ll have to work that out then, won’t I?”

The two of them looked at each other and laughed as they walked off, with Xera putting her arm around Olympia’s shoulder, unaware that Aradus was watching them the entire time.

***

It was several hours later, night had descended over the island and the arenas were empty as Amazons and visiting warriors retired to inns, taverns, and homes until the next morning.

At Xera’s home, Ava sat on a bench, in only her underwear, her fair skin sporting a series of fresh cuts and bruises. She winced when Minerva pressed a cloth to a bruise on her forehead.

“Sorry…” Minerva said, herself carrying several bruises.

“Bah!” Gurka said, folding her arms and looking at the two of them. “You two are terrible training partners. I should have looked for some Amazons who didn’t have anything better to do. No matter, I think I’m ready for Demetra.”

“Are you?” Minerva asked.

“What?”

“It’s just...someone who’s ruled over a society of warriors for over 20 years surely has to be one of the most dangerous people on the planet, right?”

“Don’t try and discourage her,” Ava said, glaring at the orc. She poked at a large bruise on her right tit and frowned. “I want to see the Queen shoving Gurka’s face in the dirt tomorrow.”

“Not going to happen,” Gurka promised.

Minerva sighed and turned to the cooking fire she had set up, which had meat roasting over it, almost ready to eat. “Where is Xera? We haven’t seen her since we went to the arenas.”

“She’s probably off somewhere with her face buried between Olympia’s legs,” Gurka chuckled.

“Why do you always have to be so crass?” Ava rolled her eyes. “I swear, it’s like you have no decorum whatsoever.”

“You really think Xera and Olympia…” Minerva started.

“Little one,” Gurka said, sitting next to her by the cooking fire and putting her big arm around Minerva’s shoulders. “Think about this...you’re a young woman in a society of them. Day in and day out you train, eat, exercise, and sleep with a group of women you’re own age, all fit with wonderful curves and rippling muscles. You, this budding young lady, are not likely to have ever seen a man at this point in your life, but you are still a budding young lady…” Gurka said, using her index finger to pull at the low cut of Minerva’s robes, partially exposing her tits and hard nipples. “I have to imagine that, for most Amazons, the first time is with another Amazon.”

Ava looked away at the same time, feeling herself grow wet between the legs.

“I mean...you saw that statue all those people were fucking around, the goddess with the big tits. What was her name?” Gurka snapped her fingers.

“Flora,” Minerva answered.

“Right, her. These Amazons figured something out that most of you ‘civilized’ humans don’t want to acknowledge for some reason.”

“What’s that?”

“That sex is good, that it’s fun, that it should be done as often as you can with whoever’s willing,” Gurka laughed. “I don’t know where this Flora woman is in their pantheon, but I guarantee she’s one of the top ones.”

Minerva turned red and looked away.

“Yup. I imagine Xera is probably up to her eyeballs in Amazon snatch right now,” Gurka said.

“You are so disgusting…” Ava scoffed and joined them for dinner.

***

Olympia’s scream echoed in the night air as she threw her head back when Xera pushed her tongue deeper into her pussy. Xera’s head bobbed up and down, and Olympia intertwined her fingers in Xera’s fiery red locks, crying out. The grass in the field just outside of the city was cool on her naked back, her thighs twitched, and she could feel her muscles contracting while Xera continued making a meal of her. Finally, after several minutes, Olympia gave up control and let herself come. She let out a heavy sigh, and lay back in the grass. Her sweat was cool on her naked skin, and she felt a smile on her face as Xera lay next to her.

Xera sat up, propping herself up on her elbow and tracing her finger along Olympia’s naked tits. “You should see your face,” Xera teased.

“Oh?” Olympia looked at her.

“You always have this crooked smile after you orgasm. It’s cute.”

“I do not!” Olympia protested. Xera leaned in and kissed her on the forehead before laying down next to her.

“It is so good to be home,” Xera said, staring up at the stars.

“Mmm, indeed…” Olympia said. “...What will you do once the games are over?”

Xera paused and turned to her. “The others and I are going north, most likely. To see what adventure lies in wait for us there.”

“The north? It’s cold and miserable, and the people there don’t know how to take a joke,” Olympia protested.

“You’re welcome to join us,” Xera said. “Since you fancy yourself a jester or sorts.”

Olympia laughed and shook her head. “As enticing as that sounds, I have other ambitions.”

“Tell me.”

“I’ve spent my time away traveling with various mercenary groups, learning all sorts of combat disciplines all over the world. I plan on continuing to do that. The Queen’s Games are in two years, after all.”

Xera turned to her. “You’re truly serious about dethroning Demetra?”

“It has to happen eventually. Why not by my hand?” Olympia asked. “It’d be a sad thing indeed if she vacated due to age before anyone could defeat her.”

“Olympia, Queen of the Amazons, has a nice ring to it,” Xera said. “You’d have to stay on the island until you’re defeated…”

“Is that really so bad?” Olympia sat up. “This is our home.”

“I know,” Xera said to her, sitting up next to her. “But the world is vast and you’ll never see all it has to offer if you stay here. Just the things I’ve seen since I started traveling with my friends, they were things I never would have imagined.”

“Is that why you never participate in the Legacy Games?”

Xera nodded. “I love it here, of course, but after so long, I get the itch to go back into the world, into the unknown. I guess I just can’t resist the unfamiliar.”

“The familiar isn’t so bad, you know…” Olympia said to her.

Xera turned and looked at Olympia, and they sat for several seconds before Xera leaned in and kissed Olympia and then put her arm around her. “I know. Let’s enjoy that, too.” she said.

Olympia leaned against Xera’s shoulder and they looked up at the stars, only to be interrupted by rustling nearby. They turned around to see a man emerge from the darkness and quickly jumped to their feet. Aradus held his hands up and stayed several feet away.

“Oh, it’s you,” Olympia said. “What are you doing here?”

“I come to claim what’s mine,” he said to them.

“What?” Olympia said. She briefly glanced at her sheathed sword, laying in the grass.

Xera turned when she heard more movement and saw several more men behind them. “Olympia…” she nudged her friend, showing they were completely surrounded. “What is this?”

Aradus smirked. “You Amazons have no idea what you’ve taken from us. Now it’s time we take from you.” He then nodded to his men, who swarmed the pair. They cursed and began throwing punches, trying to fight back against the attack when it came, but the men were too many and easily overpowered the Amazons.

“Dammit! Get your hands off of us!” Olympia cursed after three of them wrestled her to ground and held her arms behind her. She could feel hands on her tits and between her legs as the men chuckled at their new captives.

Xera glared at Aradus and his men, receiving the same treatment as Olympia while Aradus looked over them and then glanced at his men. “Put them with the others. We still have work to do.”

Olympia screamed in defiance as the men forced her and Xera up and dragged their naked bodies off into the night.

***

“Xera never came back last night…” Minerva said. It was early afternoon and she and Ava stood at the side of one of the rings while Gurka stood in it, dressed only a simply top and shorts while stretching. “Shouldn’t we go look for her.”

“She probably stayed with Olympia,” Gurka said. “Stop worrying.”

All around them, Amazons continued their contests against the warriors, with some Amazons winning while others were losing. Gurka watched a match next to her, where one warrior had an Amazon pinned down and was gloating over his defeated opponent, and the orc smirked to herself.

“Ah, you came,” Demetra said.

Gurka turned to find the queen with two of her personal guards standing at the edge of the ring. She wore a white, lightweight combat-ready tunic that exposed her powerful arms and legs, as well as her chiseled stomach. She entered the ring and then signaled her guards, who threw objects in that landed between them. They were wooden training weapons, with one being an axe and the other a sword.

“As you are a guest on my island, you may choose first,” Demetra offered. Gurka immediately picked up the axe and swung it around. The queen nodded and picked up the sword.

“The rules are simple, we fight until one of us gives up or is knocked out.

“I don’t surrender, your highness,” Gurka said, taking a fighting stance.

“Of that, I have no doubt,” Demetra said, taking a stance.

Ava sat down to watch and looked around. “This is going to be good…”

Demetra looked Gurka over. “Smiling because you’re confident?”

“That’s right. Not many people will get to say they’ve beaten the queen of the Amazons in a fight,” Gurka told her.

“You won’t be one of those few who can,” she answered. “Begin!”

The two women charged at each other, and Ava and Minerva found themselves in shock, right away, with the speed and fluidity with which Demetra moved. Gurka, too, seemed to be caught by surprise, as the orc had to reign in her opening strike and block a series of quick jabs from Demetra’s sword. She then spun around, dodging a swing from Gurka, and the orc was suddenly staggered by a blow to her jaw from Demetra’s elbow. Demetra’s style was almost dance-like in the way she moved.

Ava grinned and jabbed Minerva with her elbow. “Look at Gurka’s face! She’s thinking ‘I’ve made a terrible mistake’.” Ava laughed.

Minerva leaned in to watch the fight as a crowd started to gather. “All of these people are about to see Gurka get humiliated…”

“I know! Isn’t it the best?!” Ava was beside herself with glee as she grabbed Minerva’s shoulders. “Ah, I wish I had something to eat while we watch.”

Gurka eyed her opponent, who stood there casually as the crowd around them cheered. She tried to work out a way to attack, realizing the Amazon queen was much faster than she anticipated. She gripped her axe and widened her stance, preparing to surge forward, but then cursed and found herself on the defensive when Demetra charged and came at her with a flurry of sword swings that Gurka barely managed to block.

She then felt a sting in her side with the sharp smack of a wooden blade on her ribs. Another hit her shoulder, and then a third blow to her leg brought her to one knee with a spike of pain.

“Agh! Fuck!” Gurka cursed, dropping her weapon and clutching her knee.

Demetra stepped back with her sword at her side. “When are you going to attack, orc?” she teased.

Gurka said nothing, she simply tended to her injured knee, and after several moments, Demetra approached her and slapped her on the shoulder with the flat of her sword. “Are you through?”

“Not on your life,” Gurka grinned before clutching a fist full of sand from the arena floor and flinging it up.

“Agh!! Damn you!” Demetra shouted, staggering back and rubbing her eyes. Gurka leapt up and tackled the Amazon, lifting her and slamming her into the ground.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Ava shouted.

Demetra tried to hold Gurka off, but the sand in her eye and the surprise attack left her at Gurka’s mercy. The orc rained relentless blows on the Queen’s face and chest. After several hits, Demetra managed to free and arm and stop the next hit. She and Gurka pushed against each other while Gurka kept her other arm pinned, and then, throwing all of her power into the move, Demetra managed to throw Gurka to the side and off of her.

The queen rolled to her knees and wiped a trickle of blood from his grinning mouth while eyeing Gurka. Gurka sat up and looked at her, seeing the fiery look in her eyes.

“You realized you’ve truly fucked up now, Orc, yes?”

“Shit…” Gurka uttered as the Queen grinned and charged at her.

***

Xera gagged as the naked warrior pulled his stiff cock out of her mouth, and her head slumped over. Her arms ached from being locked in shackles and chained above her head since last night. Her knees, which she had been sitting on most of the time, were numb. Fresh bruises covered her tits, which ached from constant rough fondling. She looked around and there were several other Amazons, naked and chained up, all around the makeshift camp that sat under the afternoon sun.

Xera smelled the salty air of the sea and looked just beyond the beach the camp was on to see a ship anchored and floating in the distance. She realized this was the far side of the island, a rocky, barren part where no Amazons lived and few ever came because nothing grew there and few animals made it their home. Not far from where Xera was chained, Aradus has his cock up to his balls in Olympia’s pussy from behind. His hands explored her body and she grunted as he pumped in and out of her. Xera lost count of how many times he fucked her best friend, but she never gave him the satisfaction of crying out, not once.

Aradus pumped into Olympia a few more times and then shoved her into the dirt, kicked her over, and finished all over her tits, face and stomach before laughing and stepping over her. Other Amazons, helpless against the their captors, were being fucked left and right, with no hope of escape. Xera tried her chains again, but nothing was breaking them, and then she looked away as another warrior stepped past Aradus, grabbed Olympia by her thighs, and inserted himself as she moaned and gasped and he began fucking her.

Xera pulled against her chains, trying again to free herself and help Olympia, but she could only watch as Aradus’ man had his way with her friend, and left her clawing at the ground under her as he drove deep into her pussy over and over. Her tits rocked with the motion and she arched her back as the warrior put her legs over his shoulders and squeezed her tits while continuing to fuck her. The chains around Olympia’s wrists rattled and she moaned over and over, helpless to do anything else.

Xera looked away from her friend’s violation until she felt someone standing over her. Aradus grabbed Xera by her jaw and forced her to look.

“Such is the eventual fate of all Amazons,” he laughed.

“You small, small man,” Xera growled. “You suffer one defeat at the games and this is how you react?” she spat. 

“Those games were a diversion,” Aradus told her. “We never intended to win them, only to mark our targets.”

“Who are you people?” Xera demanded.

Aradus smirked. “We are called the Lost Sons.”

Xera furrowed her eyebrows and her jaw dropped. “I’ve heard of you!”

“Then you know that we seek the subjugation of all Amazons,” Aradus said. “We, the unwanted sons of Amazon warriors who could not stand to bear male children. We, who had to band together as youth to survive this world, had to learn the brutalities of life at the end of the blade. We, who had to convene with the dark arts to find a belonging denied to us by our forebears. Now we strike, to conquer your kind to do with as we please.”

“Self-loathing little fools with mommy issues,” Xera taunted and then gasped when Aradus slapped her. She growled at him when he yanked her hair and made her look up.

“That tongue won’t be so sharp when we sell you at the slavers’ markets,” Aradus laughed. He then looked at Olympia, who lay whimpering on the ground as the warrior finished with her. Her pussy dripped, her thighs quivered, and her body heaved with labored breath. “I think I’ll take her for myself,” Aradus said. “I’ll be sure she’s there to watch when I send you off, however.” Aradus then stepped away to inspect the other captive Amazons and Xera watched him go. She turned back around, and two men dragged Olympia over and dropped her in front of Xera.

“Olympia! Are you all right?”

“Never better…” She groaned, pushing herself up and dragging herself over to Xera. “Right...I’ve distracted these fools long enough. You have a plan to get us out of here, right?”

“We’re doomed…” a young Amazon next to Xera sobbed. She turned to the girl, a blonde, and looked her up and down, even as the girl stared listlessly at the ground with her arms suspended over her head and her naked body sporting many of the same bruises.

“What’s your name?” Xera asked as Olympia forced herself to sit up and sighed. She used Xera to keep herself upright.

The blonde looked at Xera. “I...I’m Yanna…”

“Listen to me, Yanna. We are going to get out of this. These fools have conquered nothing, do you hear me?”

Yanna looked Xera up and down like she was insane. “But what do we do?”

“That’s a good question,” Olympia sighed. “What do we do?”

Xera looked up at the patrolling warriors, noticing the swords they wore at their sides. She then nudged Olympia. “Your hands are chained but not anchored. Can you get a hold of one of those swords?”

Olympia looked up at the warriors and then at Xera. “I can... are you legs chained?”

Xera smirked and shook her head.

“Right,” Olympia grunted. “Okay...give me a moment.” She shifted and crawled forward. “Hey! You there!” she yelled to the nearest warrior, a long-haired man with a scar across his face. “Nature is calling. I need to go.”

“Go where you sit, filth,” he grumbled.

“I can’t go when people are watching. Just...take me to a part of the camp where no one is. You all dug a ditch, right?”

He simply growled at her.

“I mean...that smell hanging in the air is your collective shit, right? Or is that you unwashed, small-dicked, peabrains?” 

He growled and charged at her, grabbing her by her hair. He yanked Olympia up to her feet and hit her hard in the stomach. She laughed, mustering every effort to not double over after all the abuse her body had taken. When she didn’t go down, the warrior went for another punch, only for Olympia to grab his wrist with both hands. Before he could do anything, she shoved him and thrust her bound hands forward, grabbing his sword from his waist. He then let out a cry just before Olympia ran him through and then pushed him off the blade.

A stunned silence hung over the camp when some of the men and many of the captive Amazons witnessed what she just did, and Olympia used that quick distraction and swung at Xera’s bonds, breaking them. Xera jumped to her feet to meet a warrior who charged at her with his sword in hand and Olympia blocked a blow from a second warrior before taking him down with a slash to his neck.

Xera disarmed the man who came at her and then used his sword to free Yanna. When the warrior tried to get up, the young blonde jumped on him and took his dagger from his belt and used it on him, repeatedly. The three Amazons then stood back to back with their weapons drawn and the captives, their spirits renewed, cheered their sisters on.

“Yanna...free our sisters,” Xera said. “We’ll handle these fools.”

Yanna nodded and began working while Xera and Olympia stood back to back as they became surrounded by armed warriors.

“Never a dull moment with you, Xera,” Olympia smiled.

“I hope you aren’t complaining. You’re the one who wants to be queen some day,” Xera smirked.

Olympia looked back at her and gripped her stolen sword. “I will be. I promise you’ll be my favorite consort.”

“What do you mean by ‘favorite’?” Xera said, stung.

“Okay, fine. My ‘only’ consort.”

“I’m holding you to that!” Xera said as the warriors went on the attack and she and Olympia defended. Over the next few minutes, pure chaos swept over the camp as the two naked, but highly skilled Amazons carved their way through the warriors, and more captive Amazons joined the fight as the women Yanna freed then freed others and they overpowered their captors and secured weapons.

In short order, the tide of battle shifted in favor of the Amazons. Aradus walked among his slain men, his fiery gaze fixed on Xera and Olympia in the center of it all. As he approached them, black veins formed all over his body and his muscles began to bulge. When brave Amazons tried to stop him, he swatted them aside like flies and his skin began taking one a reddish hue as fangs took form in his mouth.

Xera and Olympia both turned and stood in stunned silence as they watched him begin to mutate when they saw him.

“What...the…” Olympia gasped.

“As I said…” Aradus laughed. “Survival often meant associating with dark powers.” He then swelled in size and twisted in shape until he was a hulking mass of a mutant easily three times the size of either woman. Lashing tentacles protruded from his back and his muscular arms and legs ended in claws. He licked his lips and looked at the Amazons, who readied their weapons and faced him down.

Several of the warriors fled in terror at the sight of their leader and the other Amazons kept their distance.

“Yanna!” Xera yelled. “Take the others and go get the Queen! We will handle this!”

Yanna nodded and yelled for the others to follow her before they all ran, and Xera and Olympia stood ready.

“You glory hog,” Olympia teased.

“Doesn’t the future queen need entries for her saga?”

Olympia looked at Xera and simply smirked before Aradus let out a roar and charged at the two of them. He was quick for his size, and the two of them were forced to go in different directions before he ran them over.

Once she put some distance behind her, Xera spun on her heel, turned on the mutant warrior, and charged at him. She weaved around lashing tentacles and got inside his reach, slashing him across his stomach. He let out a roar and smacked Xera with the back of his muscular arm, sending her flying, but before she fell, one of the tentacles grabbed her by the ankle and then a second one grabbed her other ankle and parted her legs.

“Shit!” Xera cursed as her naked legs were pulled apart and she realized what was about to happen to her. Aradus slammed her into the ground, knocking the fight out of her body before he seized her with his clawed hands. His swelled, mutant cock stiffened between his legs and Xera tried to fight, but could do very little as the mutant penetrated her. She gasped and he let out a throaty chuckle while thrusting his hips, stretching her insides. He held her hips tight, his claws digging into her skin, and Xera tried to get away, but that just made Aradus fuck her harder. He had a smile full of razor-sharp teeth that dripped with his saliva and Xera could feel him pushing deep. She screamed, unable to resist the sensation and he covered her face with his clawed hand and increased his pace, laughing as he did.

And then he let out an ear-piercing shriek when Olympia charged, with sword in hand, and chopped off the arm holding Xera’s face. Aradus turned on the Amazon, who jumped back and nimbly dodged the tentacles when they swung at her. He pulled his still stiff cock out of Xera, who lay there with her legs spread as she gasped for air. Her nipples her rock hard and she had to take a moment to collect herself while trying to get up.

Olympia put distance between herself and the mutant, batting away the tentacles with her sword. They made attempts to grab at her naked body, but the dark haired Amazon’s reflexes were too quick and when tentacles came for her, she left deep cuts that caused them to withdraw. Aradus grew increasingly frustrated and ran at her. She tried to dodge him, but he adjusted at the last second and tackled her to the ground. He then pinned her arms and legs down and laughed as he hovered over her vulnerable form.

“Ugh! Dammit!” Olympia growled when that mouth full of razors opened and a long, serpentine tongue snaked out, teasing the flaps of her pussy before exploring her naked skin as it drew up her torso. He lingered on her healthy tits, licking at the soft flesh. His cock swelled when Olympia squirmed, trying to get free, but his weight and strength were too great. She gripped her sword, not daring to let go. Her tits heaved with labored breath as Aradus leaned in so they were face to face. He opened his jaws wide enough that Olympia’s head would fit in his mouth, and a moment of cold panic swelled in the Amazon’s chest when she realized the mutant was going to bite her head off. Slowly.

She made another desperate bid to escape, mustering every ounce of strength she could in her powerful arms and legs, but Aradus barely moved as he continued holding her down. Realizing her end was near, Olympia closed her eyes. “...Well...this is how I die…naked and missing my head. Perfect…”

Just then, Aradus’ body jerked as a blade burst through his chest from behind. Olympia opened her eyes and saw Xera standing on his back with her sword impaled. The mutant let go of her and tried to shake Xera off. That’s when Olympia rolled to her feet and, with sword in hand, charged him and ran her blade through his neck.

The two busty warrior women then looked at each other, smirked and nodded, and ripped their weapons free. The mutant Aradus breathed heavily and bled from his wounds. Xera went low and chopped off a leg while Olympia went high and brought her sword down on his shoulder. They then pulled back and attacked as one again, both of them taking his head from opposite sides with mighty yells that had all of their strength behind them.

The mutant’s head rolled in the sand and the body collapsed.

Xera and Olympia breathed heavily, their busty, naked, bruised bodies drenched in sweat as they looked at each other and laughed. They dropped the swords and stumbled toward each. They stopped, pressing their foreheads together and continuing to laugh as Xera put her hand on Olympia’s shoulder.

“You really thought I was going to let you die?” Xera said.

Olympia simply hugged Xera. “I never doubted you,” she breathed. “By the goddesses, I am tired!”  she said before the two of them collapsed onto the ground next to each other, still holding hands as they lay next to each other.

“That was indeed a grueling battle…” Xera said. “I certainly could have used my friends’ help. What are those three fools up to, I wonder?”

***

Gurka grunted as Demetra ran at her and hit her hard across the neck with her extended forearm. The force of the blow knocked the orc off of her feet and made her back flip before she hit the ground hard to the cheers of the ground. Her vision swam, her head throbbed, and her neck burned from the impact as she writhed on the ground.

“When the fuck did humans get so strong…?” Gurka groaned. She then grunted when she felt a bare foot on her chest. Demetra stood over her with a smirk on her face and her hands on her hips. Gurka stared at the lean musculature of Demetra’s thigh, at the wideness of her hips, at the stiff nipples under her white top. A breeze carried through the ring and Gurka noticed, for the first time, that Demetra had no underwear on under her tunic. The orc licked her lips and said nothing.

“Do you yield now, orc?”

Gurka nodded and held her hands up.

“An excellent choice,” the queen said before stepping back. “This was fun,” she said before holding her fist up in victory. The crowd cheered and Demetra looked at her defeated foe once more. The queen winked at Gurka before turning and walking away.  

Ava knelt next to Gurka and grinned from ear to ear while Minerva stood behind her.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Gurka groaned and sat up.

“A bully getting her comeuppance,” Ava answered. She then gasped when Gurka shoved her into the dirt.

“Are you hurt?” Minerva asked.

Gurka rubbed her jaw and looked at Demetra. “No, little one...I think I’m in love…”

The orc stood up and, just as she did, a group of Amazons ran into the arenas and toward the queen. They were all naked, carrying fresh bruises all over their supple bodies. At the head of the group was a blonde who was pointing frantically to the east and explaining something that caused a look of grave concern to cross Demetra’s face. Demetra signaled to her her personal guards who nodded and then left the arenas.

“What’s going on?” Ava asked as she and the others approached Demetra.

“Old enemies of ours have resurfaced on the island,” she said. “Xera and Olympia are in danger. We head for the beaches to the east if you want to join,” she said before leaving.

“You idiots let me get distracted and now Xera’s in trouble!” Gurka said. “Move!” she ran to catch up with the Amazons.

“Wait! How is this our fault?!” Ava said before running after her.

“I just wanted to go to the library…” Minerva sighed before rushing to catch them.

***

Demetra, Gurka, Ava, Minerva, and a small force of armed Amazon warriors arrived at the eastern beach to find Xera and Olympia still lying on the ground among the dead warriors and the slain mutant.

“Sorry you missed the fun,” Olympia chuckled as she sat up.

“The damned Lost Sons…” Demetra growled, surveying the scene. She looked at the mutant. “This was their leader?”

Xera nodded. “This isn’t all of them, some of them fled.”

Demetra nodded and turned to one of her guards. “Arrange huntresses. Have them scour the island and hunt them down. Capture as many alive as possible,” That warrior then left to fill the order while Demetra signaled for another of her people. “Send for archers and tell them to bring fire,” Demetra pointed to the ship anchored in the distance. “I want that ship burned so these fools are stranded here. These bastards menace our home during one of our great traditions, we’ll hold executions during the closing ceremonies.”

“I am so wet right now…” Gurka said.

The queen sighed and looked at Xera and Olympia, who stood before her. She put her hands on their naked shoulders and smiled. “You two have always been exceptional warriors. You’ve done your mothers and goddesses proud in the name of our people, time and again, but especially today. For your continued heroism, I would like to offer you both positions in my Queen’s Guard.”

Xera and Olympia looked at each other in shock and then at the queen, who pat them on the shoulder.

“I don’t require an answer today, but please do consider it. I would be happy to have you both.”

“Wait…” Minerva said. “What does that mean? Is Xera staying here?”

III

Some days had passed and the Legacy Games were winding down. Some Amazons and visiting warriors still competed, but as Olympia sat with Xera and Ava in a tavern, they watched many of the Amazons with the men they paired with over the past few days.

“There’s going to be a baby boom on the island in nine months,” Olympia smiled. “I just wonder who will be leaving the island with newly born male children to raise in the world…”

“Hopefully they don’t become Lost Sons…” Ava said before tearing into the roasted chicken she had been eating.

“Indeed…” Xera said, finishing her drink.

“What about the Queen’s proposal?” Ava asked.

“I’m going to accept,” Olympia said. “I’ll get to study under Demetra before I face her in the Queen’s Tournament in two years.”

Olympia and Ava then turned to Xera, who let out a deep sigh.

“Ava...could Olympia and I have a moment?”

Ava blinked and swallowed what she was eating. “Yeah, sure...I’ll go find Minerva at the library and see if we can track down Gurka. Meet at your house later?”

Xera nodded and Ava got up to leave. When she was gone, Xera turned and looked Olympia in the eye before taking her hand.

“...You’re not staying, are you?”

“There’s still much to see out there,” Xera said.

Olympia nodded and forced a smile. “I told myself I would be prepared for this…” she then looked at Xera. “It’s a pity...but I understand.”

Xera then touched the side of Olympia’s face before leaning in and kissing her deep on the lips. “The ships aren’t leaving the island for two more days.”

“My, my, Xera...however will we pass the time?” Olympia teased, sliding next to Xera on their shared bench.  She then looked down when she felt Xera’s hand on her bare thigh, slipping under her leather bottoms and skirting the edge of her pussy.

“How, indeed…?” Xera chuckled as she and Olympia kissed again.

***

“Where the hell is Gurka?” Ava asked as she walked through the avenues of the city, looking around at the Amazons and their men. Minerva trailed behind her with a book open in front of her.

“Did you know Amazons consider prostitution a noble job?” Minerva said. “It all comes from their worship of Flora and the importance that lovemaking has in their society. It says here that all celebrations eventually end in orgies: Holidays, weddings, birthdays...oh...even the conclusion of the games,” she then looked up. “...We...we’re staying for the end of the games, right?”

Ava grinned and looked back at her. “Want to be tossed around by one of these big, strong women, eh?”

Minerva turned red and went back to her book and Ava cackled.

“Seriously...where the hell is Gurka?” Ava said out loud.

“Are you looking for the orc?” an Amazon asked, having overheard her. Ava and Minerva turned to see a woman wearing the uniform of the Queen’s Guard. “She’s at the inn just up the road. Top floor, last room.”

“Ugh...she probably found a card game,” Ava uttered. “Thank you!” she said to the Amazon before walking off with Minerva.

It didn’t take long to reach the inn, a modest building doing steady business in the middle of the day. Minerva and Ava walked up to the last door on the top floor and Ava knocked while Minerva continued  reading.

After a few minutes, the door opened and Ava turned, expecting Gurka, but paused when Demetra stepped out wearing a sheer robe that did little to hide her generous curves.

“Oh! Your highness, hello…” Ava said. “Sorry...I thought our friend was in there.”

Demetra looked at the two of them and smiled. “Oh...she is. We were just tying up some loose ends,” she said. “Excuse me, ladies...I have some executions to get ready for,” she told them before walking away.

Ava and Minerva looked at each other, confused, and then opened the door.

The bedroom was simple, with only a bed, desk, and a table that had a tray with an empty jug and overturned cups with drops of wine running out.

Gurka was tied to the bed, naked with her green curves on full display, a gag in her mouth, and a large, black, phallic shaped toy shoved deep in her pussy. The sheets and Gurka’s thighs were soaked in her own juices. Drool dribbled down her face. Minerva stared at the orc and closed her book while Ava folded her arms and raised an eyebrow.

Gurka had a look of bliss on her face as Minerva carefully walked over and removed the gag.  The orc let out a sigh and then looked at her companions.

“...If either of you idiots ever tells anyone I was a bottom, I’ll kill you both…” She promised.

The End