Amazons and a Jungle [pt. II]

Spear Blossom gawked spellbound.

She was a proper Amazon warrior, blessed with the physique of a true hunter and the cunning mind of a predator. Yet, at this moment, she felt weak and unsure. A wisp of golden hair fell in front of her face, which she quickly pushed back with her hand. She wasn’t afraid. She was an Amazon. She faced danger every day, and overcame it with ease.

Intruders into the sacred lands were typically to be attacked on sight, however even harboring the thought of touching his olive skin with any intent of harm felt utterly disgusting.

But this… this was different...

Excitement coursed through her, like an uncontrollable wildfire.

Before her, driving his cock into the buxom fiery-haired girl was a man unlike any other, an embodiment of what every woman desired, he was like the spirit Toin, the spirit of semen and masculinity the tribe worshipped.

And it made her drip, her womanly desire agonizingly leaked in droplets onto the jungle soil.

Witnessing the couple struggle, grapple, and kiss, in each encounter the woman yielded to the man, turned meek and obedient by the man’s pillar of a cock. It was like witnessing a mother goddess of fire tamed by raw overwhelming masculine power. While pinning her was her temple guard, who stood vigil to their goddess’s submission.

The male of the guarding pair was impressive, bearing scars of battles and the muscles that’d make any warrior in the village wet. The way he’d captured her showed he had the bravery to be a worthy husband to the tribe.

Yet, beside the exemplar of maleness, he seemed accessory, and from the throbbing mass of his cock leaking scalding hot precum onto her bare back that oozed down her spine, he knew and acknowledged the male before them was superior to him.

Her hips shifted, caressing the heavy, hot pillar of throbbing fuckmeat between her ass cheeks as her only source of pleasure. Gasping she shivered as she felt every bulging vein on its surface, she groaned when it spat a fresh hot strand of precum onto her skin and she felt envy for the red head, as everything about the cock resting on her ass must be amplified by the cock spearing into her.

“Haha, I guess I’m a wizard Basara! Check out how bewitched those sluts are.” Toin cackled as had the redhead bouncing in his lap wantonly, he’d changed positions to be taunting close to their faces, where the lurid smack of the girls hips meeting hits speckled Tingau’s and Spear’s faces with her arousal.

“A spirit.” Tingau husked awestruck, at the magnificent sight of that pillar of flesh almost gliding into the stretched hole of the woman’s pussy.

“Hrm? Care to repeat that?” He requested, wearing a cocky loincloth soaking grin, never missing a beat of thrusted into the woman.

Keening, and trembling Tingau gazed at him, her discipline as a warrior faltering. “Are you the spirit Toin?”

The grin grew, and he started laughing, the small be-tailed woman with the strange device joined him with pearls of laughter.

"Oh I'm a spirit alright! I'm the kami of masculinity, fucking, and raw animal passion to name a few of my domains!" He timed his declaration with wrapping his arms around the redhead's torso and hammering into her with a series of powerful thrusts.

“Toin, Toin, Toin!” Her howling cries of bliss of the grand spirit's name were primal speaking to the deepest core of Spear’s femininity, the name to scream when a lover was taking you to the peak.

It all made sense to Spear. Of course he was their fertility spirit made flesh and these others were his attendants, lesser spirits to guard, serve, and sate his lusts. The silver-haired one's animal tail now not so strange, her natural seductive motions could only mark her as a lesser spirit attending to her lord!

On Spear’s plush backside, she could feel her captors agreement as his cock twitched, pouring fresh pre-cum to coat her back. Her irritation and disgust with his fluids gone, as now excitement pulse from her sopping womanhood, this man was truly a guardian, anointed by the spirit for having such a hefty cock.

"Are you here to bless us, great spirit? To share your precious seed with our tribe?"

He chuckled in response even as he gave a commanding slap to the pale woman’s buttocks, the bountiful flesh wobbling from the impact. “So there’s a whole tribe of you needy gyaru sluts here, huh? Heheh… Well, I’m DEFINITELY interested, but what tribute am I getting in return for gifting out my blessings? Oh, Basara, release their arms, it's a bit too cruel to only let them watch.”

The redhead obediently got up off of his tremendous tool even as he casually lay down upon the ground on his back. Toin steadied and pointed his massive member as the fiery haired spirit faced his feet and squat down between his widely spread legs, guiding her weeping opening to his glans and gently impaling herself upon him, letting out a blissful moan as she pushed her body up and down, wriggling her ass as she rose and fell. The two of them moved together with casual ease, speaking to their long familiarity and intimacy with one another. Given that the lesser spirit clearly served as Toin’s concubine, summoned into existence as nothing more than an eternal vessel for his pleasure, this only made sense.

Tingau who’d been moaning and breathing heavily beside Spear spoke up with unrestrained passion, “Oh great Toin! There is no need to restrain us! Let us worship you! Let us bring you to our Queen so you can become our tribe’s one and true husband as our tribute!”

Tingau’s hands freed, she fondled her breasts and rubbed her clit frantically as she beseeched their fertility god, the blue haired guardian looming behind her no longer bothering to restrain her even as the lesser spirit pumped a hand rapidly between her own legs.

“Husband, hrm?” Toin asked lazily, looking quite relaxed as he lay with his arms folded behind his head with his legs bent, knees in a wide V and serving as hand holds for the concubine spirit as she rode him, round ass wedged between his thighs.

Spear taken by Tingau inspiration and lust added her voice to beseeching the desirous spirit. “Yes! Your eminent manliness is such that your visage is sufficient to be worthy!”

Grunting as the spirit whorishly bounced herself on his towering cock, he seemed to entertain their request. Reaching up to fondle a breast, a grin spreading across his face. “Alright, I’ll agree to visit your home village, but! When I’ve taken it all in, that’s when I’ll decide if the tribute is enough!”

“Toooooh-iiiin-saaamaaa!” The tiny silver haired spirit’s obnoxious high pitched voice broke in. “I’m at my aaaaabsolute limit! May I cum? May I CUM so hard for you? Does your silly succubus slut have permission to cum her dumb little brains out for you? Please! Preeetty please?”

“Oh yea, go for it, friends.” He leaned forward and took hold of the redhead’s hips, “Burn this sight into your mind and cum as much as you want, okay?!”

Her stoic captor, who’d been so reserved during the whole exhibition of Toin’s nature. Now he bellowed like a beast, drowning out the other cries of ecstasy from the great spirit's blessing.

"OOOOH FUUUU-UCK!"

The hot, throbbing cock that’d chafed between the top of her soft round cheeks, and the heavy sack that almost cupped her ass twitched on her skin signalling his orgasm as he pulled back in an instant. Spear felt in the next instance a torrent of strong, thick seed poured onto the bare skin of the peak of her cheeks, lighter ropes overshot and fell with lustful heat onto her back.

Beside them the blue-haired girl whimpered as she toppled onto Tingau’s body from, the two of them looked as a pair of mating beasts as the wild bucking of her hips imitated the earlier act Toin had performed with the fiery-haired spirit.

Floating in the air the white haired one keened, and squirmed rubbing her lithe thighs together struggling to keep her strange device focused on the great spirit and his concubine.

Toin steadily approached his own orgasm, grunting loudly with increased effort, sweat glistening on his perfect slender form as he rutted. The pair of them once again doing it like beasts on all fours -- the fleshy rapid fire PAP-PAP-PAP-PAP of his hips slapping into her bouncy fat ass -- “Ready to give your brother his buffet treat Mio!?!” The god in flesh declared in a shout.

Then Toin let out a long and low groan while clutching the lesser spirit’s hips, his own pelvis pulsing erratically with his quite clearly powerful orgasm, no doubt unleashing a veritable deluge of thick creamy seed to paint and drench her womb.

Tongue lolling out, the concubine lost to her lust sunk her fingers into the earth to press herself back, taking Toin to the hilt in her womanhood. Keeping every last drop of the precious seed inside her. “Yes! Yes! Ooooh, Toin, you’re so much bigger than Onii-san!” She slurred, drunk on a cock better than her lover’s.

That last remark that earned a groan, and an extra heavy strand from Spear’s captor’s cock that arched and mattered her hair with his heavy seed. A last little ‘weave’ of cum to complete the white cloak covering her exposed back.

Then the tension and excitement that had hit its climax, fell. The post-orgasmic bliss rattled all in the clearing, even Spear as she plunged her fingers into her snatch felt the lethargy of the great spirits finish weighing down onto her as only the slicking sound of her own and Tingau’s ministrations broke the feverish breathing of the others.

There was relative silence in the clearing for a long moment as they all slowly recovered from their climaxes. The exception being the soft rhythmic sound of one sibling spirit methodically, enviously licking and consuming the ropey wads of delicious gooey Toin-cum flowing from the other’s well-used and battered cunt. The presence of Toin's massive member still inside it proved no obstacle to his ministrations, the spirits tongue hungrily lapping up seed wherever it found it including a portion of the pipe-like shaft still outside as well the expansive balls. Surprisingly, the masculine guardian spirit cock found little rest on her cushion of her backside, lifting once again fully aroused and erect as he tended to his sister’s messy pussy, despite the incredible bounty of seed he had only recently produced and spattered Spear’s skin with.

Then suddenly, a new masculine voice erupted. “Ah! Toin! And dear Dong-sama! Hail!”

Spear’s hands itched for her weapon, but she soon relaxed as her eyes fell upon the scantily clad male spirit bursting from the foliage nearby, obviously another of Toin’s retainers. With long silver hair and a tail, he was evidently of the same type as the tiny one. Spear’s eyes appreciated his fine muscles as his approach slowed and he stopped nearby, settling his hands on his waist as he took in them all. “I see you’ve captured some natives and made time for some vigorous poking. How goes the interrogation for Rito-sama’s location?”

“Wait, what was that Zastin? What’s happened to Rito?”

Clearing his throat, this... Zastin nodded. “As I and Lala-sama were busy hunting, Rito-sama challenged Galaxy Kong, and in doing so impressed the native Amazon’s of the hunting grounds. They’ve taken him back to I suspect their village, after declaring him suitable for his courage to become the tribe's husband.”

Opening his mouth the spirit Toin then snapped it shut in amusement as he chuckled. “Alright, I assume that big monkey over there stomping around is Kong, but forget that. Rito’s about to get hitched? Hey, you-” Toin waved to Spear.

“What does becoming the tribe’s husband entail?” Toin inquired.

Stifling a moan as her fingers rubbed the insides of her passage, Spear answered the spirit. “A-ah! When we welcome a worthy husband, the chiefess acknowledges him by demonstrating his virility by making love with him in the middle of the village in a celebration.”

Whoever this Rito was, he couldn’t match the great spirit Toin, Spear thought to herself, entranced as the man extracted himself from the clinging pussy of the redhead, his cock the perfect expression of manhood. To its surface on the thick veins clung mouth watering clumps of the tasty cum of the spirit, its scent heavenly to her nose.

“You said you’d take me to your village, I think I’d like to see and judge this welcome party!”

To the side, Zastin made an acknowledging sound. “Very good! In the meantime Toin-sama, I shall continue my hunt for the title of the greatest hunter in the Galaxy! I wish you luck.”

“Yes, your eminence.” Tingau enthusiastically answered for Spear Blossom.

Written with A LOT of collaboration with Blankface