A more "male" aspect

"Bloody hell!"

Lara had expected to find a less than fully female prize waiting below Carab's waist, still, the towering "female" titan would have put the majority of "males" to shame. Even if Carab didn't understand the saying, she understood the tone of it. She looked away from Lara as the smaller girl admired her package, a mixture of pride and embarrassment on her face. Lara marveled at just how much work a relatively short grass skirt and a strand of vine binding it to Carab's thigh had done to hide the object between her legs. A strand of vine that lasted another moment holding the length from springing forward before audibly snapping and letting the monster bounce free. Quite often, on somebody possessing a large frame (and calling Carab's frame large would be underselling the bulk and towering height of the bronze-skinned woman), even an above-average sized set of genitals can seem small. Carab's cock did not suffer this same distinction.

A veiny expanse of thick bronze skin stretched down and almost over the almost floral pink of the head, more and more of which peeled free of the foreskin with each passing second and Carab stole glances down at the pale lithe girl drinking in the sight of her. Not only was the protuberance hellishly masculine on its own, but below it hung a pair of balls large and heavy enough to make more fitting comparisons to horses than humans. Not only was Carab built like a Clydesdale that walked around on two legs, but she was also fucking hung like one too.

"You took some... great efforts to conceal this..." Lara mused, reaching out a hand slowly and tracing her fingers along the edges of the shaft, setting her palm against one of the balls that seemed to radiate inhuman heat.

Carab winced, "Truth for tribe, not happy truth."

"Do you mean to tell me that you don't all like having these... things between your legs?"

Carab grunted, pulling herself away. "Like not matter, change tribe."

"And how is that?" Lara followed Carab slowly, not letting the Amazon back away but not forcing herself on her.

"Fight more, not able to hide fight from you when back again."

"Why hide them before?"

"Animal things, not proper."

Lara reached her hand out again, more certain and firm this time, grabbing the stomach-height cock with a controlling firmness that the larger woman would have to respect. Carab winced, not trying to pull back further, seeming to understand that Lara had intentions for her unconventional body. Carab could have easily wrenched Lara's hands away and stormed to the shore to retrieve her grass skirt, or even snapped Lara over her knee like a twig if she was that intent on being free, but it seemed like even the stoic titan wasn't immune to her base desires. The firm grasp around her cock that let Lara feel the racing heartbeat pounding against her skin told her that there was some level of excitement, no matter how hard the Amazonian protested.

"I think all of us have a little animal to them..." Lara mused, as much trying to put Carab at ease as she was admitting that Carab's body interested her.

Carab grimaced, "Once you see fight, may change mind."

Lara pulled back the remaining skin bunched around the base of Carab's head, pulling the skin of the glans tight. Carab whimpered, the small but forceful hands on her body were likely an experience she wasn't used to. Lara let it slide back, then pulled again, starting to work out a slow but steady pattern that made the rod throb in her hand. The fat, almost bloated-looking head of Carab's cock didn't taper much from the thickness of the shaft, almost widening instead. Longer than a forearm, thicker around than one too. Ergonomically, there was basically no way it was going inside Lara, not without lots and lots of working up to and then almost as much foreplay. As a result, no matter what Lara might have like to do with it, she settled on using her hands and her mouth to elicit moans and clenching tenses from Carab.

"Why?" Carab grunted.

"Why what?"

She grabbed Lara's hand to stop the back and forth, Lara responded by flicking her tongue against the underside of Carab's head, right at the center of the upside-down heart-shaped meeting of the glans and the head, it got the desired shiver out of the hulking woman.

"Why... you... here?" Carab struggled to find the words.

Lara paused, "Is it so outlandish to you that I might enjoy the taste and touch of your cock?"

Carab's other hand grabbed Lara's ponytail. Regardless of whether she intended to fill Lara's throat or yank her away, Lara didn't want either.

"Fine, you want it straight?"

Carab nodded, easing her grip on the ponytail but not letting go.

Lara looked up at Carab piercingly, even with the lower half of her face nearly fully obscured from vision by the head of Carab's cock. "If the curse can even be broken, and understand the size of that if. I need you. I need both to study you and to keep you around as protection. See this as me earning your loyalty."

Carab released her grip, "Not need earned."

Lara kissed the underside of Carab's head, "Hold off on saying that until you've heard the scope of what I might ask you to do."

Carab grimaced, but didn't follow it up. Lara went back to working the massive shaft in front of her with one hand and feeling around it with the other. As one of her hands wrapped as far as it could around the rod, the other traced down the abs of the bronze-skinned stomach, down to cradle and scrape the balls hanging under the shaft, flinching and squeezing at times in anticipation. Lara's hand continued to wander, creeping around the balls to the dark space between Carab's legs. Her finger brushed for a moment against the telltale sensation of female lips. Lara quietly and softly crept her fingers around the entrance, then teased and slowly penetrated the wet slit with a finger.

Carab's eyes shot wide and her hand snapped down with a blur to grab Lara's arm, pulling it out from between her legs painfully, with far more **** than ever before. Lara yelped; when Carab seemed to regain her senses, she looked down apologetically.

"Not there. Not even little bit."

"Right... sorry..." She muttered, pulling her arm free and taking her other hand away from Carab for a moment to rub the sore area where Carab's giant fingers had snapped around her arm effortlessly.

"Bad idea." Carab grumbled, starting for the shore again.

"No no!" Lara splashed in front of her, "Please, if you won't let me do it, just... do it yourself! I need to study what the curse does."

"Never do it myself, drain energy, bad for fight."

"Right, well, it would be bad to leave you high and dry like that so... just this once? It could help break the curse."

Carab looked down at her, clearly able to understand that there was at least a half-truth to what Lara was saying. In response, Lara gave back her best reassuring smile, at least what she hoped was one. In reality, she probably looked more shameless than anything else. Carab seemed to linger and turn the ideas over in her mind this way and that, finally arriving at the deciding factor, the painful-looking protrusion between her legs. She made a show of dropping her hand down onto her cock, plate-sized palm wrapping around her shaft as she grumbled to herself. Lara tried to keep looking up at the Amazon, tucking her hands behind her back and waving her breasts to give Carab a show, if she wanted one.

Carab seemed unconcerned, mostly grunting and grimacing as she hammered her cock with aggressive motions, no savoring the moment, purely goal-motivated. The beet-red head of her cock started to leak a fluid that was both familiar and yet... off. The mostly clear fluid seemed almost green-tinged. Lara reached a finger toward it, but Carab snapped her fingers and pointed angrily at the shore. Lara stepped back and sat on the bank of the river, keeping her tits pressed outward for the Amazonian, who groaned in exertion. Lara watched the facial expression of disgruntled anger slowly melt to one of furious anticipation and desperation. When the dam finally broke, the face twisted to one of immense relief and almost fearful relief at the same time.

Carab's climax was announced by the start of an almost animal yell that she managed to catch within a second, cutting off by seeming to bite her tongue. Considering the **** that the vocalization had started with, it was likely as much for their safety as it was Carab's shame. The swinging swollen balls jumped up inside Carab's sack as her legs and stomach both flexed hard enough to strain vein against skin (not that either needed much help) and make it look like Carab's whole body was straining under some great weight. The tip of her cock exploded at first in a massive glob of a shot and then again and again in longer but thinner ropes. Each one pumped out of the jerking pair between her legs with shocking ****. Maybe more shocking was that the greenish tint Lara had thought she had seen in the pre-cum was far more pronounced in the cum. Carab's load, as it splashed into the stream and painted up onto the shore, was an odd mixture of marble white and almost lime green, mixing like two distinct substances and becoming a soft almost yellowish pool where it landed. Lara quickly darted to find her pack and grabbed a vial out of it, collecting a small dose (more polluted than she would have liked, but there would be opportunities to get it pure from the source) and tuck it back into her pack after resealing it. By the time she got back into the water where Carab had left her, the towering woman hadn't fully finished. When she finally did open her eyes, Lara felt somewhat confident that the whole of her excursion had gone unnoticed.

Carab grumbled and slid her eyes open again, cursing in some uncharted language. She looked at the mess she had made and then down at her own cock in disgust before stomping to the shore.

"Happy?"

"I find it curious just how upset you seem to be about it."

"You not understand."

"I can be made to understand," Lara piped as Carab slid her skirt back on. Lara followed suit and started to slip back into her own clothes.

Carab looked at her wearily, almost disappointedly. "Will be."

Lara's Journal: Relations with tribe continue to be mostly uneventful despite initial impression. Granted, Carab and Izel's practice of keeping me effectively isolated from the rest of the tribe has contributed to that. With the options of Carab and Izel to communicate with, Izel is better for information but her temperament is... difficult. The old woman can provide better help, both due to a stronger grasp on English and more general knowledge than Carab, but her helpfulness is relative. She gets tired often, tends to speak in riddles, and doesn't know much about the world outside her own tent. Relations with Carab are equally complex. After my discovery of how the curse affected her (and seemingly the whole tribe other than Izel) this afternoon, she's been unresponsive. I feel I may have transgressed a boundary, will have to make a formal apology tomorrow. However, for the damage I may have caused, I received invaluable information. Both in terms of physical evidence, I still have a vial of ejaculate fluid I will designate for analyzing, and the nature of the curse. Heard records of this kind of curse before, goes beyond medical hermaphroditism, becomes full-fledged dual-natured-ism... at least I assume. I have proof the male parts work, I cannot comment on the female parts, though Carab did seem exceptionally protective of hers. Plugged sample into PDA's reader, team back home received data with more than a few raised eyebrows. Initial scans show seed of above-average fertile capabilities, but the sample is heavily polluted with unknown material. Possible contamination, but possible rogue element from curse. Will need time to analyze further, time I intend to spend among the tribe, but Carab has forbidden me to leave my tent until an allowed time. Will go as far as to bring me food if she needs to.

The tent flaps fluttered as Lara was getting ready to wind down the journal entry. Carab, who needed to bend almost fully 90 degrees to enter the smaller tent, entered with a completely flat facial expression, one buried in focus.

"Time, come." Two words, telling and not asking.

Something like a few dozen amazons had gathered in the center of the tribal village, at a glance probably at least most of them if not all of them. Izel had been waiting outside of Lara's tent and eased her arm around Lara's, leaning on her as Carab lead the pair. A brief hot rain had turned the ground sloppy, now with the air still damp the result was a stifling humid heat and an absolute slog of a short walk. The whole of the village watched the approach of the three, some whispering of joking, but most eager and intent. They were almost all statuesque, but none seemed as tall or commanding as Carab. Most were at least more feminine, some more than others. Some would have passed for pure female if not for the lecherous bulges that showed from time to time among the grass skirts. Their interest was in Lara, obviously, but their attention was on Carab.

"Why is everybody out here?" Lara whispered to Izel.

"Challenge. Foolish one." Carab responded, booming loud enough for the crowd to hear.

When they reached the near-center, the crowd parted to give Lara a berth, clearly on Carab's orders. Some looked on the Amazon with pure barely-contained hatred, some with borderline fanatical love, all with a level of fearful respect. When Carab was among them, she dropped down into a pit that would have come up to Lara's chest, it was just above Carab's waist. Carab immediately had to sturdy herself, the mild rain had turned the pit into an absolute mudhole that swallowed up to the ankles if one stood still for too long. With the bulk of Carab's body out of the way, Lara could see the figure at the other end. Shorter than Carab, certainly, but with skull-tight black hair and the only body and face that compared to Carab's stony masculinity. A masculinity matched by the naked tool dangling between the stranger's legs.

"Marut, always you." Carab bellowed, taunting.

The girl on the other end spat, barking back in the native tongue.

"Marut says Carab's gone soft, is treating you like a pet, keeping you for herself," Izel whispered to Lara.

"As opposed to?" Lara whispered back as Carab responded in the foreign tongue.

"Most of the girls around here think with what's between their legs. If they had their way, they'd run a train on every outsider in between sucking and fucking each other ****."

Lara gulped, "Is that what Carab is saying back?"

Izel hissed angrily "No! Carab is saying Marut doesn't actually care and insinuating Marut enjoys being punished. Takara! Is Carab trying to make her mad?!"

"Perhaps she's just confident she can win."

"Of course she is, child, but why would she give her opponent motivation when the stakes are this high?"

"What are the stakes?" Lara turned to look at the shriveled brown face of Izel, but the old woman refused to meet Lara's gaze and clamped her lips shut guiltily. The crowd hooted and jeered at the insult, Marut's face went cherry red, but her gaze became as darkly determined as Lara had ever seen a person look.

Carab turned her back leisurely as she unfastened her skirt, handing it to Lara at the edge of the pit. "Watch close, end fast."

Izel spat an angry curse at the amazon who turned back around just as leisurely and strode to the center of the pit where Marut was circling angrily, dropped low and hands flexing with nervous energy. Carab casually dropped into a combat stance, making the process as showily cavalier as she could, giving her opponent no respect. The crowd began to chant, voices making a pair of alternating sounds in unison, one high then one low. The speed didn't change, but the tone became slowly more urgent as the fighters circled each other.

Suddenly, the chanting stopped, in the moment of silence the sound of feet pounding muddy ground broke through as the fight began.

Marut launched herself at Carab aggressively, catching the taller girl by the waist and throwing her shoulder into Carab's stomach. Marut's feet churned the muddy ground beneath the two of them, trying desperately to find enough friction to flex her rippling back muscles and throw the taller girl onto her ass. Carab stood like a pillar in the mud, watching the smaller woman with amusement. As the girl continued to drive her feet, Carab bent her knees slightly, bending down and pressing her chest into Marut's back as she snaked her long arms around the woman's waist. Slowly, steadily, Marut's feet began to find less and less purchase with each flailing kick, scraping the air more and more as Carab lifted the woman with no small effort. Slowly and slowly, Marut began to shriek and howl as her legs bicycled empty air. Then suddenly, Carab simply let her knees buckle as she leaned forward and dropped her body on top of Marut's burying her opponent's face into the mud with the mixed noise of expelled air and sloppy wet splashing. While Carab casually stood back up and scraped mud from her palms, Marut lifted her head out of the thick slurry and did everything she could to scrape it from her face, gasping for air. Her movements were slow and weak, completely dazed and choked for air. Carab circled tauntingly, letting the girl stagger to her hands and knees before coming in behind and planting a resounding slap on the tanned and mud-spattered ass of her opponent.

As if brought back to life, Marut's leg shot from the mud in a blur and the mule kick caught Carab directly in the stomach. The previously unshakable titan staggered and cried out, stepping back from her opponent as Marut' shot up, scrabbling away and remaining facing her foe in an almost predatory squat. She scraped as much mud from her eyes as she could while Carab watched her carefully, rubbing the red mark where Marut's heel had found her stomach.

"Something is wrong with Carab," Izel growled worriedly.

"She did just get kicked in the stomach."

"Yes, but it's unlike her to show she's hurting, even for a moment. Did something happen while you two were out?"

Almost at the same moment it was said, Carab's eyes flickered to Lara nervously. It gave Marut a window to dive in, but she was sent packing by a wildly thrown knee, barely scraping her but meant more as a warning.

"Like what?"

"Takara! Woman! Did you seduce her?"

The crowd's cheering had died to murmurs as the Amazonians both hung back to regain their bearings, occasionally slipping for a moment in the mud and then immediately fending off an attack from their foe. Carab was clearly stronger, faster, better trained, more instinctive, just about every category of superior, but she was hanging back, playing scared.

"What does it matter?" Lara hissed.

"Carab is superstitious about her seed! She thinks spilling it weakens her."

Lara's face flushed, and she suddenly noticed the glances from Carab were becoming more frequent, and more nervous.

Izel sighed angrily and made an odd repeated gesture with her hands. "Marata, marata! Of all the times for you to experience performance anxiety for the first time!"

As the noncommital circling continued, the crowd began to get more uneasy, to the point where a few began to jeer at the competitors. Carab refused to break the stalemate, and Marut was too wise (or scared, or both) to pick a fight she couldn't win. If Carab chose to just circle infinitely, eventually she would find some groove in the mud or stumble or something, and Marut would have the best chance of her life. But surely Carab had a plan. Superstitious, certainly, but surely not enough to lie down and die?!?