Myths and Legends - Amazons Ch. 07

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Ghost Dream

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Chapter 7

Village of the Amazons

Island of Theros in the Center of the Bermuda Triangle

Jake groaned yet again and blinked slowly awake. It was dark out. From the barely visible moonlight filtering through the cracks in the wall, he could see Lenore and Tatiana slumbering away to either side of him. He took comfort in their shared warmth as, for some reason, his body was chilled. His chest felt sticky, and he had just enough time to wonder briefly about that before both his bladder and bowels decided to remind him he still lived.

Jake groaned softly, careful not to wake the two sleeping beauties. He gingerly extracted himself from under their arms and slipped out of the bed. The warm night air hitting him as he left the hut and stumbled towards the makeshift outhouse caused a wave of nausea to wash over him. His steps became unsteady as he fought to keep his balance, and he leaned against the side of the hut for support. His stomach churned and his head swam, and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to steady himself. Suddenly, he heard Sestia's hushed shout from her post on guard duty at the narrow gap serving as the fort's entrance and exit.

"Jake!" she shout-whispered and rushed toward him.

He tried to wave her off as he moved to relieve himself, but she followed him anyway. Jake groaned again, feeling nauseous, and he almost threw up outside the outhouse. The ground seemed to spin beneath him as he stumbled inside. Unperturbed, Sestia joined him in the small enclosure.

"Are you well, my king?" she asked. "I feared for your life when you did not wake. I thought I might have injured you somehow during our love-making. Then when you--"

Jake cut her off with a wavering upraised palm as he looked at her from his seat on the makeshift toilet.

"You gonna wash me?" he slurred as if drunk.

"Are you well?" she asked again, concerned.

"Not shhhhure," he replied in a slur, his body wavering in place on the toilet. "Feel... urp... drunk."

"Drunk?" she asked.

"Yup," he said. "Like I had too mush to drink. You know. Alcomohol."

"Wine?" she asked.

"Thash it!" he said, pointing at her. "Wha the fuck hap--hap--nebbiemind."

"Nothing, my king," Sestia replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "We focked. And then, you fell unconscious and didn't wake up. But then... your body began to glow, bright as the barrier itself. Then you spilled your seed all over yourself before falling unconscious again."

"That why my chesht ish shticky?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, and though he felt drunk off his ass, Jake could tell from her posture that she was embarrassed about something.

"Then wah?"

"Well, Tatiana wanted to clean you, but um... I... er... licked you clean instead."

Jake just grunted at that. He'd process it all later. For now, he just wanted to wipe his ass and get back to bed. He attempted to stand but had to lean against the wall for support. He reached for a handful of leaves from the nearby pile they used for toilet paper, but found he was too weak to clean himself properly. To make matters worse, Sestia stepped in to assist him.

As Sestia wiped him clean, Jake couldn't help but feel embarrassed and humiliated. He desperately hoped that he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, or if he did, that they would keep it between themselves and not speak of it to the others.

"Hep me back to bed?" he asked.

He closed his eyes as she guided him. When it was clear he wouldn't be able to walk on his own, she picked him up in the princess carry and carried him back to the hut. He leaned his head against her neck and shoulder as she walked.

"Shorry," he whispered. "Don't know wha teh feck's goin' on."

"It is fine, my king," she answered as she arrived at the hut entrance and helped him to lean against it. "Though you should know..." She trailed off as she motioned to her legs, but Jake was leaning with his eyes closed, suggesting he may not be fully aware or conscious of her words.

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Jake woke to light twinkling through his eyelids. He opened his eyes only to slam them shut again. The room was spinning again, though it wasn't near as bad as when he'd woken in the night. As he lay there, the memories of the previous night came flooding back, causing him to groan in embarrassment. He couldn't believe he had lost control like that and couldn't even remember it clearly. He hoped that Sestia had kept her promise and hadn't told the others about his unfortunate predicament. Slowly, he managed to sit up and open his eyes again, willing the dizziness to subside.

"Good morning, my king," Sestia said from where she knelt by his side.

Jake cracked an eye open to look at her, only to see that she was nude.

"Hey, beautiful," he said with a smile. "Why are you naked?"

"I had hoped... well..." She lowered her head and blushed slightly.

"Yeah, it's gonna be a bit, I think," he replied, knowing she wanted more sex. "Something happened last night after I passed out." He reached out and took her hand in his. "You were incredible, by the way."

Sestia blushed more deeply and smiled softly. "Thank you, Dikos Mou. I am not sure if I can say the same. It has been many centuries since I last lay with a man. One tends to--"

"Forget after a while," Jake finished for her. "Yeah. I know. Whether I was the best you've ever had or not, I don't care. I'm just glad I was able to make you feel good."

"Oh, you did, my king," she said with a wide smile. "I may not remember much of my time laying with other men, but I remember enough to know I have never felt anything like what you did to me."

"Yeah?"

"Most definitely. I cannot wait to have you again."

Jake smiled as he could finally open both eyes without much discomfort. "Then, I look forward to it. What happened to your legs?" he asked, concerned. There were slightly fading bruises on the tops of her thighs.

"Oh," she said and blushed again. "That was you, my love."

"Me!?" Jake exclaimed. "How?"

"Do you remember when I told you that the light of the barrier encompassed your body?"

"Yeah."

"Well, pleasure also coursed through your body as you spilled your seed all over your chest."

"I remember you telling me that, too."

"It seems during the course of your pleasure, you gripped my thighs. The pain was immense."

"I'm so sorry," Jake said, feeling both like shit for hurting her, and confused as fuck that he was able to.

"I am well, my love," she said as she leaned down to kiss him. "Even now, they begin to fade."

"I know, but still. How the hell was I even able to do that!?"

"I know not," she said, then changed the subject. "You said something happened after you lost consciousness, Dikos Mou?"

"Yeah," Jake replied. "Where are Tat and Len?"

"Bathing. They will return shortly."

As if on cue, Jake heard the distant voices of the other two girls returning. He smiled at Sestia. Tatiana entered first and smiled down at Jake as she approached, Lenore following immediately after.

"I heard no sounds of love-making, so decided to enter," Tatiana said. "Good morning, my king. You are well?"

"Not yet well enough to bed a beautiful woman," Jake said teasingly to Sestia, who grinned right back. "But I'm getting there."

"Jake said something happened after we focked last night," Sestia said.

Jake ignored her improper use of the word and grinned at her. "Yes," he said, then visibly sobered. "I met your mother, Ses."

Sestia's jaw nearly hit the floor. Tatiana and Lenore immediately knelt by his side. "You... what?" Lenore asked, dumbfounded.

"I met Hestia," Jake said again.

Jake told them everything that happened between Hestia and himself, leaving nothing out. He gazed at Sestia uncertainly, wondering how she felt about him fucking her mom. If she was upset about it, she didn't show it.

"But what of the gift she gave you?" Tatiana asked.

"If feeling like I was drunk off my ass and suffering from a hangover this morning is her gift, I don't want it," Jake said miserably.

Sestia looked down at her bruised legs for a moment, then wordlessly got up and left the tent. A minute later, she returned with a log the size of her thigh. She knelt by Jake again and offered him the log.

"Squeeze it," she said. "Try to break it."

Jake looked at her, confused.

"Break it," she said again.

Jake took hold of the ends and attempted to bend the wood.

"No," Sestia protested. She took the log and grasped it with both hands around its middle. "Like this, and squeeze. Try to break it."

"Ses, I--I don't--" Jake stammered as he protested, but she cut him off.

"Try," she said again. "For me." Then she looked pointedly down at her bruised thighs.

Jake followed her gaze and realized what she was thinking. He sat there, still feeling a bit woozy from the hangover, but he took the log in his hands as she had suggested and began to squeeze it. He tried with all his might, but nothing happened.

"Again," she ordered.

Lenore and Tatiana shared confused looks but didn't intervene.

"Squeeze the log like it is the neck of someone trying to hurt me; hurt us," she instructed, motioning to the other two. She pointed at the log. "A man. He wants to capture us."

"He has my thong," Tatiana said and fingered the whip around her waist.

"It's glowing," Lenore said, adding to the fake scenario. Her eyes were wide with mock fright.

Jake was well aware that the scenario Sestia had presented was purely fictional. He knew that the three of them were highly capable of protecting themselves, and the possibility of a man lurking in the shadows, waiting to capture them, was nothing but a figment of their imagination. Yet, the fear that radiated from the women's eyes made it feel all too real for him. He took a deep breath, trying to push away the lingering effects of the hangover and the nausea that accompanied it, and focused on the task at hand.

"Please, my king," Sestia begged. "My love, Dikos Mou, save us." The icing on the cake was the single tear that trickled down her cheek.

Jake's fear of losing these women, now his women, manifested. As he squeezed the log, he imagined it was the neck of someone trying to harm them. His grip tightened, and the wood began to creak and groan under the pressure. He could see the fear in the eyes of the women around him, and it only fueled his rage.

Suddenly, the wood shattered in his hands, exploding into two pieces that flew in opposite directions. The upper half rocketed upwards, hitting the ceiling with a resounding crack that echoed through the hut. The lower portion fell into his lap, now nothing more than a pile of wood chips.

Jake stared at his hands in amazement. He had never felt so powerful before. Without thinking, he picked up a larger piece of wood, roughly the size of a small lemon, and crushed it effortlessly in his fist. He rolled the resulting sawdust between his fingers, amazed at the strength he had just displayed.

He looked back up at the women. Lenore and Tatiana were wide-eyed, but Sestia had a beaming, proud smile. She moved forward and straddled him, kissing him passionately as her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Dikos Mou, my love, mine," she said lovingly when she broke the kiss. "You are now as strong, if not stronger, than we."

She kissed him again and began rocking her hips into his groin. Suddenly, Jake's hangover didn't seem so pressing any longer. Rising to his knees with her legs still locked around his waist, Jake silently marveled at how light she suddenly was to him. He held her with one arm around her lower back and gently lowered her to the bed.

Situating herself under him, the wood chips pressing into her back didn't seem to faze her in the slightest. She raised her hips to his, enticing him, inviting him to take her.

The world fell away behind them as he entered her.

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Jake and Sestia spent the day together, alone, in their communal hut. They made love multiple times, sometimes gentle, sometimes playful, occasionally rough, but every time their bodies came together as one, their mutual attraction was evident in their actions and the way they looked at each other with obvious affection. Jake was always on top, though, always in control.

When the sun began to creep along the western horizon, Jake lay on his back panting with exertion. Sestia nestled into his side with her head on his shoulder, also panting and trailing her fingers through the hair on his chest. They had just finished another long round of love-making, this time vigorous, as Jake slammed into her from behind, holding onto her hips for support as her face was buried in the blankets.

"Once more, my king?" Sestia asked through heavy breaths. "Before the light fades?"

Jake laughed as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. "I would have figured you'd had enough after we basically fucked the day away."

"Never, Dikos Mou," she said with a grin as she looked up at him.

"She will never be satisfied," Tatiana said from outside. "until she rides you from on top. Now be quick about it. Lenore is starting the fire for the evening meal."

Her footsteps retreated, and Jake looked at Sestia. They both burst out laughing.

"She is right, though, my king," Sestia said with a twinkle in her eyes. She was excited about the prospect.

"You want to be in control?" Jake asked.

"Yes," she replied almost too quickly as she rose up on her elbows and looked down at him.

"You want to be on top?"

"Yes, my king."

The playful excitement in her eyes caused her to rise further and kneel next to his sweat-soaked body. Her breasts jiggled excitedly as she moved, and for all the sex they had that day, the multiple orgasms they both achieved, Jake started to get hard again.

"Aren't you worried about hurting me?" he asked.

"Yes, my love, but I do not think I will." She was babbling, her words almost jumbling together in her excitement. "The gift my mother gave you is great indeed. I believe your strength will keep me from crushing your hips."

"Gotta be honest," Jake said after chuckling. "That possibility doesn't exactly incite an eagerness in me."

She looked down at the floor as she deflated. Her disappointment nearly broke his heart.

"But," he said, and she looked up at him, hopeful, "if it makes you happy, I'm willing to try."

"YES!" she squeaked. She leaned down and began kissing his face all over.

Jake laughed as she endeavored to plant her lips on every inch of his face. She straddled him as she did so, and he stopped her with his hands on her hips. She pulled back and looked down at him uncertainly.

"Just be careful, okay?" he said. "Start slow and easy, and I'll let you know if it starts to hurt."

She nodded as she began to grind herself on his half-hard cock. Jake groaned in pleasure at the warmth of her incredibly slick pussy. That told Jake all he needed to know about how passionate she was about this position.

"Yes, Dikos Mou," she said through a moan.

In no time at all, Jake was fully rigid once more. He briefly wondered if part of Hestia's gift wasn't sexual stamina or virility. That thought was suddenly chased away, however, as Sestia angled her hips, lining his cock up with her entrance, and slid down, hilting him inside her. The movement was so fluid, so practiced, that he thought it must have been second nature to her. She moaned loudly, and Jake could feel her insides squeezing him tightly.

"Wow," Jake said with a grin as he squeezed her hips affectionately. "Already?"

She nodded as her eyes rolled up, and she threw her head back, sitting up. "This is... my favorite... position," she said, panting with every word.

She bit her bottom lip as she put her hands behind her and used his thighs for support. Then, she began to bounce. Not hard, but not gentle, either. Her mouth opened wide, and a strained moan escaped her lips.

"Harder," Jake whispered.

She increased her pace, and Jake rose to meet her with every thrust, their hips making loud slapping noises when they came together.

"You are so beautiful," Jake growled, and she looked down at him, panting and moaning with her mouth slightly ajar as he praised her. "So gorgeous. So sexy. I never want to stop looking at you. I never want to stop fucking you, making love to you, watching how you enjoy yourself as I plunge my cock deep inside you over and over."

Her moans evolved into cries of ecstasy as he loved on her with his words, and then she tumbled over the edge of sanity into orgasmic utopia. Jake continued to plunge into her as much as he could when her body went stiff as a board. Her pussy clamped onto him so tightly that he had to hold himself back, or he'd pop right there. He wasn't done with her, though.

"You radiate power," he continued as her body vibrated in orgasmic bliss. "Your skill and prowess are unmatched in battle. I'm awestruck by the enemies you lay to waste. Our children will be great warriors."

"HAAA!" she cried out as her body shuddered, and she fell against him. She was still twitching, her hot tunnel gripping his shaft statically as if she never wanted to let go. "O-o-off--spri...," she stuttered, unable to finish the word. Her climax seemed never-ending. "Childre--... Ba-b-babies?"

"Yes, my love," Jake said as he held her, her breasts pressed tightly against him, her hard nipples poking his soft flesh. "As many as you want." He stroked her sweat-soaked hair out of her face.

Now that she was flush with his body, Jake continued to slowly glide himself in and out of her.

She looked up at him. "I want... many babies," she said through bloodshot eyes and panting breaths. "Your... babies. Give me... babies?" She pleaded through gritted teeth.

Her body relaxed, and the sudden shift in pressure on his manhood sent Jake into his own tailspin of orgasmic euphoria. That only caused the beautiful goddess on top of him to cry out in pleasure once more as they climaxed together.

Sestia lay on top of Jake, her cheek pressed into his chest. She was as weak as a day-old kitten, though she sighed in contentment. He had long gone soft and fallen out of her, their bodies twitching with the movement. Now, though, they just lay there and enjoyed the feel of their bodies pressed together.

Lenore had brought them food and water, setting them down next to their prone forms. Jake took hold of a piece of fish and held it up to Sestia's lips.