The Champion's Companion Ch. 00

This was the natural blowjob a woman would give. With the playful exploration, tasting, and coddling. It was her instinctive way of sizing him up. He didn't disappoint, his ten-inch cock backed to her throat and she helpfully gagged on it if it meant pleasing him.

She backed off finally and swirled him with her tongue as she used her hands to wring him until he shot a heavy spurt into her mouth. She clamped her lips across him for a seal. Under his robe, she was loud suddenly as she sucked out what she could and bobbed onto him with her hands on his hips.

He finally had to back off her to get out of her warm mouth. The robe pulled her down onto her hands and knees as he backed away which was good since seeing her would lead to a delay. Marcos turned, left, and came out onto the road quickly before she could beckon him.

He was several hours behind the band. His walking pace caught him up within several days. He started to pick along the band's recent kills. The deaths surrounding him educated him on their style and numbers as he wound through the Huntresses' ambushes.

They moved at night at a constant pace. They knew they wouldn't be chased in the open lands between city-states so their goal was to pull hasty ambushes as they went north. By traveling at night, Marcos matched them. Slowly they all closed in on the mountainous chaos lands.

That night, as the band he tracked passed the last enclave in the area before entering the mountains, Marcos found a tree to sleep in before the sun came up.

A sound below woke him up. Hastily climbing down the voices of a woman drew him. The orange light of the rising sun lit the treetops. Below the light, the skinny pines of the forest were cast in a weird yellow. The light might as well have been red moonlight. The tranquility was only disturbed by the woman, nothing else moved in the eerie new day.

Marcos crept through the trees cautiously. Huntresses used ambushes to say hello, like so many other predators. They were damn good at it too since they weren't otherwise guaranteed a fair fight trying to rape and kill men they fancied.

The singing slowed and fell into humming as he got in closer. Marcos came around the last tree to a clearing. Marcos froze literally on top of the Amazon. The spot was barely large enough to turn a horse around. A pond beyond it made the open spot seem larger.

A tall Amazon was squatting at the edge of the pond. Unlike any other Amazon he'd seen, she was pitch black like a drow. Her hair was black also. It came down in wavy curls unlike the straight haired Amazons who had a mix of black and silver to their hair.

She was heavily breasted and topless. The udders swung pendulously with the mass of cantaloupes or warm round bread loaves as she stood and squared up to him silently. Most Amazons wrapped breasts that big and wore leather mantles. Hers stood proudly, with impossibly dark nipples capping the jewels. Her breasts had a steady foundation on her broad shoulders and hard abs. She was obviously strong, but also alone.

She wore a loose chain low around her hips with dense trinkets that dangled and covered her pussy. The curve of her hips was the sexiest part of her. Marcos could already feel his hands resting on them. Her thick thighs and legs looked similarly strong like her arms as she circled with him spinning her wood spear.

"We don't have to fight." Marcos offered knowing it was to late. Huntresses fight anything with a cock. "You'll lose." He added lowering himself to a crouch watching her. She stayed silent staring at him for an opening as they turned around each other. Her steps crossed Marcos noticed.

Marcos taunted her. "If I get a hand on you, I will fuck the shit out of you woman." She ignored him and watched his feet wide eyed. The huffing of deep breaths was the only noise she made.

Marcos leaned in and jumped for her as her feet crossed. Stupefied, she only swung the spear instead of a thrust as her feel tangled. She only caught his shoulder as he closed in and wrapped his arms around her. Her spear she held with both hands was trapped in her breasts between them. For a moment, he paused staring at the dark white-less eyes of hers that seemed to have catlike slit metallic silvery pupils. She took the opening to bite him savagely in the jaw.

"Aww...Fuck!" Marcos roared getting his hands up and onto her face. One hand attacked the jaw joint and pressed under the ear for her nerves. The other hooked her nose with a thumb and pulled up and pushed back her face.

She released, and they danced away from each other. She looked at him smugly with amusement in her eyes.

Marcos didn't taunt her again. He just dashed again while she basked in her little nip. This time Marcos was rough and ready. He caught her spear and reached over to jab her in the face. Her forged steel chin did her mother proud. Her grip loosened, but she only snapped her head back after his strike.

Quickly, he grabbed her head and shoulders pulling her down and brought his knee up. Solidly, the two connected and he gave her another one to keep her thoughts elsewhere. When he pulled her back up she was much more relaxed and unfocused.

With a struggle, he won over the spear and tossed it into the water. She continued to push off him and struggle and they fell flat. Marcos struggled for dominance and just as he got control, he saw her scooting for a long dagger he missed earlier.

"Fuck no." Marcos said pulling her back between his legs. she rolled on her back to keep an eye on him and he dropped down to pin her.

"I fucking told you." Marcos said pulling his cock out as she tried to buck him.

Marcos slid between her legs. His cock prodded into the chain's curtain and felt her smooth soft skin underneath. As if a switch had been thrown, she went into overdrive under him. Panicked, she thoughtlessly scrambled to escape.

He let her roll over and for a moment, she paused before taking the risk and raised her hips getting up.

"Gotcha." Marcos pounced onto her back.

He easily sprawled flat over her. His cock naturally found her pubic gap. As he slid along she bowed back, and head butted him in the temple.

"Fuck, you just don't quit. Here, work this out." He growled shoving up and into her ass.

She screamed and froze as Marcos muffled her and continued to push. He dropped his head flat and low onto her shoulder blades as he snaked his arms around her outstretched neck. His short quick thrusts inched into her taking more and more. He laid claim to her ass then backed out finally so he could take his enjoyment from it.

She reached back and fought him, pulling and pushing him pitifully with her hands from behind. For more then ten minutes she went from loud pained grunts to wheezes and moans. It wasn't lost on Marcos the she had her bud rubbing in the grass whenever she bowed her back to get away from his thrust.

She bellowed into his arm when she came. Marcos felt her shift her hands away as she tried to get up under him and take his cock. The feeling was too much and Marcos came into her ass. He thrust deeply and she didn't complain as his cock went as deep as possible to release into her.

They wheezed into each other for minutes in the otherwise quiet clearing. Quietly, they both tried to figure out the other's next move.

Marcos tried to surprise her as he backed off. It didn't work and she moved to stand the instant he was off her. He pounced as she turned to him and they fell back onto the ground fighting. She kicked and scratched as he wrestled to get on top and straddled her. Marcos didn't notice at first her leg hooked into his open sided robe from underneath. He raised, up and intentionally caught the other leg so they both went out the armholes of his robe. With her legs mildly restricted, he dropped over her in between the open legs.

Finding herself tied to him again, she bucked and writhed. "Fuck no." Marcos said letting his eagerness win out. "This is happening." He said raising up, he started pushing her chin back while he straightened his cock and pushed into her pussy.

With a snap, she grabbed his extended arm and twist locked it before dislocating the shoulder completely.

"AHHH! FFffuu..." Marcos screamed in surprise as he was rolled over.

From atop him, she rained down hard fists of rage. For a moment, they pummeled each other. Marcos punched for her kidney to soften her up while she beat his face into the ground. Marcos tried to stay awake under the furious black creature savaging him. With a wide swing, he hooked her head and shoulders and brought her down tight to him in a parody of an embrace. With her down low, he slid down and brought up his robe around over her head, enclosing her.

She went wild as he rolled her and tightened his handful of fabric on her. Her caught up legs dangled uselessly over her head, and blocked in her arms as he tugged and tightened the robe. From on top he again pushed into her wet hole free handed. The hole seemed to open for him. In her position, her body was very inviting.

"Ah..." Marcos couldn't help but sigh. She had the tight wet pussy men deserved before they died. He felt like he cheated having it and walking away. "This is how it is." He whispered into where her ear was.

Her smooth walls beckoned him deeper, and he gave her the cock her pussy wanted. As he thrust into her hard and fast, she stilled underneath him. Her instincts were protecting her body to Marcos' benefit. He had to be glad those that submitted were the ones who bred. If she fought right now, he would be bitch-meat.

Marcos' long thick cock, heavy balls, and renewed stamina held out as she came a few times. For the first climax, she roused only a little, and her pussy worked him over. The second orgasm made her moan in the build up and she released and writhed under him moving up her hips. She worked with him to get the third out. He couldn't tell if she had any shame as he pushed into her as his own cock started to twitch and cum.

The Amazon fought anew as she felt him harden and swell. "Here we go." Marcos announced as she protested loudly under him. As he spoke the build up crested and spewed. Unlike her mewls and whimpers, her body graciously took his spending and milked his cock. The deluge his cock poured out into the receptive hole was exponentially mind blowing compared to the rather mundane struggle earlier.

His exhausted body started to betray him. His eyes wanted to close and sleep as his brain shutdown and concentrated on thoroughly flipping out his balls. He felt like a racing salmon in a white-hot flow of lava as he fought to keep himself centered in the still dangerous situation.

Finally the intensity ceased. He was still within the orgasm, and his ultra-sensitive cock head was making it imprudent to move. "Awww... Fuck how was that baby?" Marcos couldn't help but feel the affection successful breeding imprinted on him. His cock twitched and the muscle at its base pulsed, as he stayed deep inside her. he could still feel thick gobs coming down his cock as he drained into her.

She thankfully stayed still as he very slowly pulled out and stood. Instinctively he looked at the holes dripping from his offers. He wondered idly, as he stared at the thick lumpy trail sliding out and down her crack, what would happen next. Little men with metallic cat eyes running around would be interesting.

He thumbed his cock and mused as he looked at her. "I should take you with me. You lost your honor so you con't go back right?"

She started unmistakably laughing under the robe.

Puzzled, he stepped forward and tried pulling off the robe but as soon as it started coming off she fought again and mule kicked him. They separated as she stumbled back into the water and he fell back.

The stunning jolt of hitting the ground awoke him. Marcos flipped himself over and looked up at his robe and the broken branch. The dream had been pretty real. His cock felt empty, and balls that that ache of being drained. Thankfully, his arm and face were undamaged. Memories unblocked and came to him making him realize what he had done. The dream started making him chuckle of what he did with her.

He would never admit it, but catching naked Amazonians out in the wild where 'might is right' was a favorite pastime of his. He was surprised but happy she had played his game with him, it was obvious she enjoyed it too.

On another plane, a goddess stood in her pond by the clearing, looking through the waters of time. She idly dipped into her pussy and felt the warm share left with her. She would get more soon. The thought made her giggle as she watched.

Marcos didn't know it yet, but a decision was already made, and this particular pursuit was only to be the beginning.