A Amazon?!

In fact, When Helena took a closer look, Helena realized she wasn't a woman at all! Just below the ruined rags, there was a patch of dark red hair, and a large cock dangling from her crotch. Helena couldn’t believe what she saw! Even flaccid, Helena could tell it was larger than her husband's cock. The head alone was larger than Jason's balls! She realized this must be an amazon! She thought the amazons didn't exist, since no one even knew where they came from. Amazonia was located pretty much anywhere in the Mediterranean. Now she is standing face to face with a legend! Wait... These amazons were noted for being incredibly strong, that's one of the few things all the stories she heard had in common. How the hell did these men catch her?

She did a double take of these men, realizing they may be far more dangerous than she thought, if they were able to capture an amazon alive. They must be mercenaries, and they must be planning on selling this amazon as a ****. Amazons were also known for being incredibly defiant, a proud people who would rather die than ever suffer the embarrassment of being **** to surrender. In her mind, this only reinforces the danger Helena might be in. Still, it might be even more dangerous to travel on her own, so she decides she'll just follow them until they reach town.

Helena shifts uncomfortably as she tries to put her thoughts behind her. "We shouldn't stay around for too long. Let's get to town before sundown." As they start walking, Helena realizes she never got their names. "Excuse me, I don't think I ever got your names?"

The rugged man rubs his chin for a minute, before giving their names "Yes... My name is Sobekemsaf, and this one right here is Imotep."

Helena barely comprehends what they said, she couldn’t even begin to pronounce their names. "Err, excuse me? Can you repeat that?"

The slender one, the one known as Imotep, laughs at Helena's confusion. "Oh, right. We are from different cultures after all. I remember hearing a couple of greek names for the first time, it took me a couple of times to get right. You can just call me Imo and my husband here Sobe, for now at least."

Sobe scowls at his husband, shaking his head at the nickname. "No, she shall say our names or she will not say them at all."

Imo looked back at him and giggled. "Would you rather she butcher your full name, dear?"

Sobe stares angrily at the ground for a minute before grumbling Helena could use that as a nickname. Helena could tell he wouldn't be happy hearing his name butchered, so as she walked with them, she tried to avoid talking to him.

"Me and Sobe come from Egypt; I used to be a humble scribe-working for a uncaring master until the day I laid eyes on Sobekamf. The moment I saw him, I knew we were meant to spend the rest of our lives with each other! You knew it too when you met me, right?"

Sobe grunted and nodded, not really listening to his husband, as he drones on and on about their travels and the wars they fought in Anatolia. They were just leaving from fighting in the Mykale war, and were resting in the city of Marmaris until the town was suddenly raised by amazons. The raiding **** was unusually small, and they were easily defeated. They captured the only survivor and they plan to sell her once they return to their hometown. Both Helena and Imo spend the whole trip talking with one another, Sobe only speaking up a few times. All the while, the amazon stayed silent as they walked to town.