You awaken on a sandy beach

You feel a horrid pain in your ribs. Your eyes flutter open to see the sun high overhead, then eclipsed as two, tall women loom over you.

"I think he's awake," the one on the right says. With the sun in your eyes, you can't make out any details of their faces or dress. The one on the left kicks you again in the ribs. You hear a muffled crack as what feels like metal plating smashes against your ribcage. You crumple from the pain, clutching your side. You look at what struck you to see a pair of bronze shinguards wrapped around taught legs stacked above sandaled feet.

You look up from your new angle and get a bit more of their forms. The one on the left is blonde, braided hair wrapping over her shoulder and accenting her chiseled features. The one on the right has light-brown hair in a ponytail. Her face is softer, but she is easily the larger of the two. Both wear breastplates and wristguards of polished bronze, glinting in the sunlight.

You groan into the sand. Everything hurts, your lungs especially. You feel battered by the storm and whatever waves brought your **** body to shore.

"I think he's definitely awake now," the blonde says, laughing like a lioness who has caught fresh meat. She unceremoniously drops to her knees in the sand, flips you onto your back, and begins to undo your trousers. You try to stop her. You know what she wants, and you almost want it to. You think of Alexia, but its been weeks since you left port in Athens, and you've never been one to partake in that particular sailing ritual.

You see stars. Faster than you could react, she clocked you in the face. You feel the sting, the dull thudding pain. You fall back down flat on the ground. You're in no state to fight them off. The blonde one pulls the trousers off of your legs, nearly tearing them.

"Malatera would want him unspoil-," the brunette begins, halting herself upon the reveal of your cock, which while flaccid is the average length of an erect penis. And even then, you are a bit of a grower. No woman has seen a cock as large as yours until they met you. The blonde seizes your cock and pumps it. The brunette kneels, putting the wait of her strong knees on your shoulders to weigh you down. You look up to see under her skirt, her bare, hairy pussy.

"Like what you see?" she asks. She's dripping wet. You do. You smell the musk of her juices. You can feel the blood pumping into your cock as the blonde pumps back. She spits on your cock before growling over your body at you.

"I bet you want to take a look at my breasts you filthy man," she says as she reaches one arm, then the other to undo the straps of her breastplate, tossing it to the side to reveal her perky tits that blended seamlessly with her hard body. She spits on your cock again and pumps more. You feel hard, though you're not sure how much is arousal and how much is fear.

"He looks ready to me," the brunette says above you. Some of her clear pussy drool drips down onto your forehead as you watch the blonde swing one knee over your pelvis and then the other. She tries to mount you in one motion but gets stuck just past your head. She's tight. Tighter than Alexia, even. You wonder if this woman has ever had sex with a man. She lets out something between a sharp moan and a low whimper and then slowly humps and slips her wet pussy down onto your cock, eventually hilting you inside of her with a growl. The brunette, watching this along with you, drips more grool down onto your face.

"You're dripping," the blonde says with a coy smile. "Maybe you should have him clean it up for you."

"Maybe," the brunette replies with what sounds like her own coy smile and hovers her pussy above your mouth. "Well," she says, "get to work you filthy dog." You hesitate and she punches you in the chest, knocking the wind out of you. You comply, reaching up and running your tongue over her sopping-wet cunt, across her clitoris, parting her folds, teasing her hole, and tasting her salty-acrid pussy juice. She shudders in response and lets out a sweet and innocent moan. She drops her hips and plants her pussy onto your tongue, and you lick and lick while you feel the blonde pounding her muscled pelvis over and over into your own.

You feel as hard as you ever have in your life. Cracked ribs aside. Your beautiful Alexia aside. You always wondered what it would be like to do all of this and it would be a lie to say you weren't grunting along with pleasure. You feel a tension in your balls.

"Oh, is the dirty dog enjoying himself in my pussy?" the blonde asks. She squeezes tighter. "Are you gonna let out your stuff for me?" You are. You are close. She pumps down onto you one, two, three times and you burst inside of her with a loud grunt, receiving a condescending giggle from the brunette in return. You empty your swollen balls into the blonde's tight cunt.

"I think he let it out," the brunette says, looking down at the blonde's pussy, leaking some of the large amount of baby batter you just let go of. You can feel it running out of her, making her juices thicker on your thighs and pelvis.

"Oh, I wanna cum on it before I get off," the blonde begs. She thrusts fiercely onto your now incredibly sensitive member. Both of them adjust and lean forward, and you can hear them begin to make out above you. That helps you get through the pleasure/pain jumping up to your brain from your penis. You wince under the brunette's pussy as the blonde finally thrusts and cums with a roar. You can feel and then see the blonde get off of you as the brunette does the same from atop your face. You watch as the blonde cups her pussy and gets onto her back before putting her legs and pelvis up into the air as if she were trying to get all the cum to settle into her ovaries.

The brunette stands there, looking down at you.