Living in the shadow of Amazons, Part VIII: Myria's birthday party ' 3^rd part.

Eudoxia celebrates her reconciliation with Lucius by having passionate sex with him.

This story is continued from Part VIII: Myria's birthday party - 2^nd part.

In the aftermath of the party, Myria participates in an orgy with her birthday guests, while Eudoxia celebrates her reconciliation with Lucius by taking him to bed. Later, Myria also joins Eudoxia and Lucius in the bedchamber.

About smoking pipe-weed:
I let the Amazons smoke pipe-weed in my story because I love Tolkien. I do not intend to promote the usage of any illegal drugs.

Lucius walked quietly through the empty streets of sleepy Damasya town back to his home where the party of his wife was coming to an end. Two Amazons were assigned as sentry posts outside the gate of his house.

"Halt! Who goes there?" A young Amazon barked at him and pointed her sword at him. Lucius was startled and started to stammer, but the other Amazon recognized him and told her to sheathe her sword.

"It's alright, dear. This is the captain's spouse," she informed her fellow sister at arms. "Myria said that he would be back by this hour."

"Go right ahead, Spouse of Myria," she said to Lucius. "You are wanted at the house, but do not enter the tent or else there will be severe consequences."

The guests had raised a big tent in front yard of the house where the girls were having sex with each other or else sleeping as the house was not big enough to accommodate all Myria's birthday guests. The tent was strictly off-limits for Lucius. When he walked through the gate, he noticed that four additional female warriors were stationed as backup. They politely nodded to him as he walked past them. The Amazons on guard duty were all heavily armed and wide-awake. They were not guests at the party and had strict orders not to drink alcohol or smoke pipe weed. Although the Gargarean nation was regarded as allies, the Amazons took no chance. The girls simply would not let themselves loose, if they did not know that they had proper protection while they enjoyed themselves.

Inside the house, the remaining guests were still awake and making out with each other. When Lucius entered the house, he noticed the distinct scent of pipe-weed in the living room. The music was soft, some guests were still dancing and some sat in groups on the floor and gossiped while they drank wine or smoked pipes. Some hardened Amazons were showing their war wounds to the younger inexperienced female warriors. The older girls explained in which battles they were wounded while the younger girls listened and smiled lecherously at the older female warriors. They in turn flexed their muscles while the young girls kissed the scars on their muscular bodies. Later they discreetly walked hand in hand to the big tent to make love each other.

"Well-well-well, the male of the house has returned," an well-build Amazon by the name of Cleonite addressed him. She motioned him to perform the Thermodonian handshake between officers; banging their clinched fists together. She clearly remembered how Lucius had entertained the Amazons by acting like a village-idiot at the Queen's farewell party when the Thermodonians along with Androlyta and Myria were due to leave for the nation of Gargareans, (see: 'Departure from Themiskyra').

However, Lucius had worn off the alcohol and was now in his own home. He did not need to act like a fool anymore. Therefore, he duly clinched his fist, but instead of banging it against the Amazon officer's fist, he raised his hand - and so did the Amazon, Cleonite. For a brief moment, the two of them stood in front of each other with their fists raised in the air, then Cleonite burst out laughing, stepped forward and gently tabbed his balls. "I see that you have learned your lesson well since last we met," she said appreciatively. "Keep that up and you might be able to survive your marriage to Myria." She walked out the door and entered the tent to await Myria's arrival there where a nice birthday surprise awaited the birthday child.

Then Myria noticed that he had returned and she immediately came to him. "Have some pipe-weed, dear," Myria said and courteously handed him a pipe. "Don't couch it all up." Lucius immediately noticed that his Amazon wife smiled at him and called him 'dear' instead of 'fool' or 'moron' as she usually addressed him. Myria was obviously in a very good mood this hour and must have had a really good time at her party tonight. And why should she not be happy? She was surrounded by her own people tonight. Despite her personal setbacks; her unwanted marriage to a male from the west and on top of that; an unwanted pregnancy, her friends from Themiskyra did not shut her out from their midst. On the contrary, they willingly came up here to the end of the world to celebrate her birthday. They still regarded her as one of their own, a fellow sister in arms.

Of course, they did not know the full story. Not even their closest friends like Eudoxia and Gemmalina knew the whole truth. If it became common knowledge that Lucius had been granted asylum despite the fact that he had killed Amazons in mortal combat, he would soon be either challenge to a duel to the death, or else simply assassinated. On top of that, Myria would be publicly shamed, dishonourable discharged, stripped of her position within the Amazon nation and forced to live in exile in the nation of the Gargareans for the rest of her miserable life. The few people who knew the truth like Lydia and Queen Hentiope herself, all kept their months shut. Lucius also kept quiet, although he was provoked, he did not even mentioned it to the queen back in Themiskyra, because he did not want to ruin his budding love affair with Myria, (see: 'Beginning a new life with an Amazon').

While Lucius carefully took some small puffs at the pipe, Myria took his clothes off, all except his underwear. Most of the women had already stripped naked and it seemed rather inappropriate that Lucius was still fully dressed, but showing off his manhood in front of her guests would be inappropriate also. Myria stood close to Lucius and discreetly caressed him while she undressed him. Her defences had lowered by now, and in her own home, she could do what ever she wanted. However publicly, she would always keep up appearances and would never show affection for him. When Lucius looked into her eyes, she had a little dazed look. He could clearly see that she had been drinking lots of wine and had smoked the pipe as well.

"By the way, Eudoxia wants to have sex with you," she suddenly informed him.

"Me?" Lucius was confused about this prompt request for sexual favours. He was still not quite used to the fact that the Amazons so willingly shared their males with their fellow sisters of arms. Back in his old country, the men would certainly not share their wives, but the wives sometimes had share their husbands with other women - without their consent! This was called adultery, but always went unpunished for men, while the poor women run the risk of getting stoned to death if they took lovers while their husbands were away. The concept of jealousy was not known among the Amazons - officially, that is. However, it was common knowledge, that some female warriors did not let other women tough their spouses if they had fallen in love with them.

"Yes, you, me, us. I will join you later. Are you in or out?"

Myria explained that Eudoxia had discreetly approached her after finishing her story and politely asked if she could make out with Lucius in the bedroom when the party was over. She had a bit of guilty conscience about driving those needles through his balls, (see 'Tormentress Eudoxia') , when it became evident that he had tried to protect her and had prevented the other Thermodonian boys from pulling her fingernails off.

Myria knew that the two of them were connected by their common traumatic experience in the past and naturally Eudoxia was more than welcome to have a go at him. She first instructed her to simply take Lucius by the hair and drag him into the bedroom as soon as he had returned, but Eudoxia was too noble for that. In fact, she was even too shy to ask him herself and therefore begged Myria to ask Lucius for his consent. Lucius of course willingly agreed to service his newfound friend in any way he could.

"Good, splendid! And don't worry, she is not gonna hurt you tonight," Myria reassured him. "Well, at least not without my permission," she added.

"Have fun, you two," Myria winked at Eudoxia, who immediately came forward when Myria had nodded to her, indicating that Lucius had just given his consent to service her in any way he could.

Myria went outside and entered the tent to check if her guests were needing anything while Eudoxia rushed to Lucius. He in turn put his hand behind his back and stood still with his legs spread, indicating that he has not was not going to resist her sexual advances. Also, he expected Eudoxia to initiate their sexual activities by hammering her knee into his balls, because this was the way that Myria usually engaged Lucius when she wanted to have sex with him. However, Eudoxia had absolutely no intention of brutalizing him. Instead she hugged and whispered in his ear.

"You must forgive for driving those needles through your balls. Truly, I did not know who you were at that time. Had I known, I would never have committed such cruelty onto you, my dear Lucius," she softly said.

"You need not begging me for forgiveness, I should be begging for yours," Lucius parried. "You have done no wrong, but I failed to protect you from harm when we first met."

"You were alone, scared and outnumbered. Had you resisted by using your sword, they would have killed us both." she firmly declared. "Come now, let us not wallow in our tragic past. Bygones are bygones and we have some catching up to do." she smiled brightly at him, took at firm hold of his buttocks with her strong hands and easily lifted him. She carried him off through the living room to the bedroom, where Lucius opened the door with his hand and she in turn gently shut it with her foot.

She gently put him down on the bed and threw herself at him. She passionately caressed him and fervently kissed him, her rings in her lover lip tickle his lips when they kissed. Her demanding tongue entered his mouth and swirled around it, but she stopped when she noticed that Lucius was lying passively underneath her with his hand behind his back, as he would always do when he was having sex with his wife or any other Amazon.

"Why are you not touching me, dear Lucius? You are allowed to do so," she instructed him relax and just make love to her as he would have done if he was still living in his old country to the west. However, Lucius had long forgotten the ways of his old country and was fully conditioned to female domination where he always played a submissive role and was never allowed to caress Myria, else he risked having his fingers broken. Therefore, he would prefer not to touch Eudoxia while they made love to each other.

Very well, Eudoxia willingly took the lead and as a token of her love and respect for him, she took his semi-erect member in her mouth and gently caressed it with her tongue. Unfortunately, Lucius felt awkward about Eudoxia performing oral sex on him; he felt unworthy, even unclean. The traumatic experience was still fresh in his mind; he now clearly remembered how the brute bastards rammed their cocks down her throat as if it had happened yesterday. Therefore, his member refused to grow despite her good efforts. Eudoxia herself was healed from her wounds long ago, physical and mentally. She was no longer traumatized by the horrid experience. Although she still remembered what happened, it was just water under the bridge for her by now.

"Do I scare you, dear Lucius?" she asked when she noticed his impediment.

Eudoxia had tried making out with some of the handsome male slaves at the royal palace in Themiskyra. However, due to her profession as a Tormentress, the males always shivered from fear when she tried to get intimate with them. They quickly lost their erection or else could not get any erection at all. Therefore, she had to make do with their tongues and fingers, still longing for a stiff phallus to fill her pussy.

Only once, did she enjoy casual sex with a perfect stranger who had a fully erect phallus. It happened in the most unlikely places of all; in her own torture-chamber. At first, she entered from her adjacent private room and as usually, she initially shed the top of her dress, exposing her muscles, tattoos and her breasts with the ringed nibbles in front of the unknown male who stood there, shackled and helpless. The sight of her usually installed fear in the poor souls, whom she was about to torture. However, this male reacted quite differently. His flaccid cock immediately rose to full attention at the sight her 'attributes' which were supposed to intimidate him, but obviously had the opposite effect on him. Their eyes locked and the two of them were both equally embarrassed and aroused at the same time. She suddenly got enflamed with pure lust, her knees trembled and she felt a sweet wetness between her legs, which was quite uncommon for her.

"If you humour the old hag, we could enjoy ourselves in my private chamber," she whispered in his ear, while she gently stroked his full-grown phallus. She was of course referring to the scrivener who sat with her clay tablet and scribe in hand, patiently waiting to note down the information from the prisoner of war.

He looked around thirty years old. His face was pretty while his body was muscular and scared. He had obviously seen quite a number of battles and was properly an officer by the look of him. That's why the Amazons had brought him down to here be tortured when they caught him alive and took him prisoner.

The prisoner immediately started talking, and he talked so fast that the scrivener was struggling to keep up. He was actually babbling off nothings but Eudoxia did not care. She just kept discreetly stroking his stiff member until she grew impatient for his cock as she was afraid that he might loose his erection to soon.

"That'll be enough!" Eudoxia declared. "Go inform the Queen and her war counsel that the prisoner has talked."

"I really don't think that ..." the scrivener objected.

"The Queen is waiting!" Eudoxia snapped at her and pointed to the door.

The scrivener cursed and grunted something, but finally went out the door. As soon as she was gone, Eudoxia chuckled like a little schoolgirl, who has just found a new playmate - which in a way was true in this case. She quickly unshackled the prisoner. He had a few bruises on his arms from being tied up and a little swelling at the side of his head from being knocked unconscious, but else he was in perfect condition. She kissed him passionately, took his hand and led him to her private room, adjacent to the torture-chamber.

There she quickly took the rest of her clothes off, lay down on the bed and let him jump on to her. He plunged into her as if this was the last fuck of his life - which it actually was. However, she managed to slow him down in order to get some pleasure from him. He provided her with a couple of decent orgasms and a rather sore cunt. When he was depleted and too exhausted to hump her anymore, she had him lay down on his back, while she in turn crawled on to his face to let him service her orally. Unfortunately, he was not good at this, but she instead fingered herself to a mighty orgasm while she grinded her sex against his face.

Then she smiled at him, thanked him for having given her great pleasures and got up to fix some refreshments. She poured him some wine while she stuck to water because she was still 'on duty' as she explained. She knew that she could not keep him. The only decent thing she could do for him, was to kill him in a civilized and painless way. She therefore handed him cup of wine, which was spiked with a deadly dose of hemlock. He drank it slowly while they talked.

"Why are you crying, my girl?" he asked when he noticed the tears in her eyes.

"I recently lost a very dear friend," Eudoxia explained. At that time, she was going through very difficult times emotionally. Eirenathe had just died one month back and Myria was away, defending the Amazon Motherland on yet another military campaign and was therefore not there to comfort her. And I'm about to loose another, she added to herself and sighed. Eudoxia was originally living with Eirenathe in her room on the top floor of the royal palace. But after Eirenathe's death, Eudoxia had to move back into her own dark gloomy room next to the torture chamber in the dungeons of the royal palace. This of course made her sorrow even more deep-felt.

"The information that I gave to your scrivener," he began. "I doubt that it has any value at all. They will be back soon to thoroughly extract more information from me."

"Well, you don't need to worry about that anymore," she informed him. "Go to sleep now, my dear."

"Will I wake up again?"

"Well, eventually. In the next world that is."

"Good! Then I shall wait for you in Hades," he declared and emptied the cup of poisoned wine.

"Don't bother, kind sir," she smiled at him. "We Amazons do not go to Hades to spend our afterlife in eternity there. Our eternal souls are reborn into a new life each time we die in the endless turning of the wheel of life and death." This was all explained to her by her mentor and lover Eirenathe.

"Then please put a coin in my mouth when you burn my corps, so I can pay the ferryman, Charon, for the passage across the river Styx," he forced a smile for her and then he expired.

The bronze cup fell from his dead hand and chinked loudly against the brick floor. She gave a few sobs while she closed his eyes. Then she lifted his dead corpse on her strong back and carried him off. However, she was met at the top of the stairway by Queen Hentiope followed by a few members of her war counsel along with the scrivener, who angrily showed the clay tablet in her face.

"Tormentress Eudoxia!" the scrivener addressed her in a rather brusque tone. "The information that you have supplied is totally useless."

"How would I know?" Eudoxia pretended to be ignorant about this. "I just torment people, I'm not an expert in military matters."

"Well, you did no't actually torture this one and you did not even keep him alive until we could verify if his information were valid or not."

"Because I don't clutter my cells with broken and wretched males! Once they talked, I gently end their suffering, like any civilized lady would."

"You lecherous little slut!" the scrivener scolded her. "You have shamelessly opened your legs to a simple prisoner of war. I saw the wanton grin on your face when he presented his stiff tool to you."

"That is a very harsh accusation, Scrivener," Eudoxia parried and stepped up to her, still carrying the corpse of the deceased POW on her back. "Can you back that up with hard evidence?" the voice of Eudoxia was threatening, but she would have been exposed if the women had examined her because she still had fresh traces of his semen on her inner thighs underneath her chiton. However, the Queen stepped in and avoided further confrontation.

"What's done is done and cannot be undone. We will simply have to make do with the information that actually was supplied," she calmly said. "Let's go back to the war room, ladies," the Queen added and thereby got Eudoxia off the hook.

Usually, she took the corpses of prisoners, whom she had tortured and killed and dumped them outside the royal palace. The public undertaker would then load them onto her wheelbarrow and take them outside the city to be burned there. However, she cared a lot for this particular male, so she carried him over her shoulder through the city. Outside the city gate, the undertaker was getting ready to burn the corpses of slaves, POWs or poor people, who had died in the street.

"Halt, Undertaker," Eudoxia called to her. "I have one more soul who wishes to pass onto the other side."

"Well, hello there, Tormentress Eudoxia. You have supplied me with a great deal of work over the years, but I don't recall you ever carrying the deceased POWs for me," the undertaker courteously said. "Unfortunately, I have already poured the oil on the corpses, so he must wait until tomorrow," the undertaker added.

"Not to worry, ma'am," Eudoxia said. "I sucked him dry before he died, so he will burn like timber."

"You told a joke!" the undertaker said appreciatively. "I have not seen you smile since poor Eirenathe died. I'm very sorry for your loss, by the way," the undertaker added.

"Thank you, Undertaker," Eudoxia said and with her strong arms, she tossed the dead POW on top of the pile of corpses ready to be burned. She had duly put a coin in his mouth as this was his last wish. Then the undertaker lit the funeral pyre and Eudoxia stood and watched while she softly recited a little poem that she had made up on her way from the royal palace.

"Be good now, where ever you are, ..." she said and made to leave. She wanted to call his name, but she never asked for it and he didn't tell.

It was getting dark, when Eudoxia returned to the royal palace. She slipped quietly through one of the backdoors in order avoid further confrontation with the Queen and her war counsel. Eudoxia hummed a popular tune, when she tip-toed down the stairway to the dungeons. Her forbidden sexual adventure and the duly burning of the corpse of her lover, had put her in very good mood. However, she froze when she opened the door and saw that Queen Hentiope in person was waiting for her in the torture chamber.

The Queen was fiddling with one of the torture instruments. A very hideous device designed to slowly bend the leg of a victim forwards, while it crushed the kneecap. Eudoxia rarely got around to actually use it on a victim, because demonstrating it's technique in front of prisoner, was sufficient to make them talk.

"Where were you?" the Queen asked. "I have been waiting a long time for your return."

"Well, the undertaken had already done her round," Eudoxia explained. "So I had to take his corpse outside the city gate to be burned."

"You could have just dumped him outside the palace gate, you foolish girl," the Queen said. The undertaken would have collected the dead POW in the morning. Eudoxia had just made a big mistake; by revealing that she had willing carried his corpse through the city, Eudoxia had given herself away. She obviously cherished this male and that was not good for a woman with her occupation.

"Did he at least give your proper sexual satisfaction before you let him go?" Queen Hentiope barked at her. "Speak the truth," she added and slammed the torture instrument down at the table.

Eudoxia blushed and almost burst into tears. "Yes, he did provide me with a great deal of pleasure," she admitted.

"Good, then he served his purpose after all," the Queen concluded. "I know that your dear friend and lover Eirenathe has recently died. Therefore I will overlook your little mishap."

"However, this behaviour simply won't do," the Queen added in a strict voice. "You are the royal Tormentress! The POWs are not pets to be played with. You either keep a professional attitude or look for another occupation. Plain and simple!"

"It was just a fling, Your Majesty, I assure you." Eudoxia kneeled humbly to the Queen. "I acted on impulse without using my head, I shall be more careful in the future."

"Well, we all make mistakes, but true Amazons don't repeat them," the Queen concluded. "Now, is there something that I can do for you in order to cheer you up?" Hentiope asked.

"I want my room back!" Eudoxia said. "I mean Eirenathe's old room. I feel comfortable there, where I can see the stars and the moon at night. I'm rotting away down here, the dungeons are only fit for POWs to live in, and not fit for civilised women."

"Very well, so be it," Queen Hentiope said and made to leave.

Eudoxia immediately move back onto top floor of the royal palace. There she would receive Myria whenever she was home on leave. In the company of Myria, her sorrow quickly melted away. Unfortunately, Eudoxia had to share her dear Myria with a number of other girlfriends because Myria believed in polyamory; sexual relations with multiple partners, as did most Amazons. Although Myria often reassured her that her other girlfriends meant nothing compared to dear Eudoxia, she was monogamist herself and would rather have Myria to herself.

Months later, Eudoxia found the courage to tell Myria what had actually happened. Myria just smiled and told her that the POW with the erect phallus must had been a gift from Mother Nature herself, sent to cheer her up in her darkest hour. Eudoxia did well to accept this gift. On the other hand, accepting gift without thinking could lead to your own demise - just like the Trojans, Eudoxia correctly pointed out. However, Eudoxia never again received anymore 'gifts' from Mother Nature in the form of erect POWs, so this temptation was never presented to her again.

No, Lucius that was not scared at all, as he knew that she meant him no harm. However, he felt unworthy and unclean when she took his member in her mouth. The horrid rape experience was fresh in his memory, just as if it had happened yesterday.

Was this perhaps the reason why he had fallen so madly on love with Myria, this fierce manslayer, who was the direct opposite of her when she was 14? Eudoxia thought to herself. Back then at their first encounter, she was weak, innocent and defenceless, while Myria was strong, savage and dangerous, when he met her. Was his marriage to a man-killing Amazon in fact a kind of penance for the wrongdoings of his fellow Thermodonian youths in the past? Did he in fact take their sins upon himself and therefore let the Amazon women hurt him relentlessly without resistance or complaints? Back in the past, Lucius has sworn never to take a woman by force. In fact, he now would rather be taken by force himself than cause injury to women. That was all very noble, but he had taken his subjection to womanhood a bit too far in Eudoxia's opinion.

"You are not unclean, nor are you unworthy of my oral service, my dear Lucius," Eudoxia firmly declared. "However, if it makes you uneasy, I shall sit on your face instead, just to comfort you." Myria had previously informed her, that Lucius felt safe when women sat on his face. Therefore, she crawled forward and offered her pussy to his eager tongue. Eudoxia had a little gold ring in each of her pussy lips, which tickled the tongue of Lucius as he eagerly licked his newfound friend. While she enjoyed his oral servitude, she leaned back and gently stroked his still semi-erect cock. She smiled at him when she felt him getting hard in her hand. When Lucius was stiff, she changed their positions and had him crawl on top of her, still with his hands behind his back. She guided his erect member into her moist pussy, which anticipated his entry.

The two of them were a strange pair of bedfellows indeed; he lay submissively on top of her with his hands behind his back, not daring to caress his sexual partner, while she in turn put her arms around his sable back and put her heals on his buttocks, thereby totally controlling his rhythm, making him to go faster, deeper or slower. Although, the situation felt awkward for both of them, her lovemaking was relaxed and unhurried. She knew that Myria was busy in the tent and would not be back anytime soon.

Eudoxia grew more aroused and changed their positions again. She had him lie on his back with her on top of him as this position suited both of them. She rode him furiously, hammering her thumping cunt onto his erect tool. Lucius skilfully withheld his own orgasm while she pleasured herself on his stiff member. However, her passionate moaning and panting combined with the strong scent of her sex, made Lucius cum hard inside of her. His body jerked while he pumped his semen into her pussy. She remained on top of him while she let her pussy muscles milk the last drops of semen from his tool. Then she crawled forward and once again made herself comfortable on his face. He was used to this procedure by now; it was his mess, which dripped from her pussy, therefore he only took back what belonged to him.

She let him lick her while she patiently waited for Lucius to get hard again so she could engage him for a second round. Lucius was now fully relaxed and finally brought his hands forward. He massaged her firm buttocks while he pleasured her pussy with his clever tongue. He pushed her cunt deeper into his mouth while he slurped her pussy juices, which now flowed freely. He also boldly put his hand on her breasts, massaged them and gently squeezed her erect ringed nibbles or pulled the gold rings at her nibbles, which caused her immensely pleasure.

You poor, bewildered boy, she thought to herself. The girls have turned you into one of their own. You even make love like a woman now and you don't even know that the old world is lost to you now, even if you could return to your old country to the west. Just like Calceon of the Amazon fairytale, you can only function among Amazons. But still, the girls won't fully accept you because you don't have a clit, you only got a dick.

And Eudoxia did not want another female to please her, instead she wanted him to penetrate her like other males from the west would do and therefore she patiently whispered encouragements into his ear in order to bring out his masculine side which was still lurking inside of him. "Go on, hump me! You handsome hunk," she whispered passionately in his ear. "Don't restrain your manhood in my company. I'm a big girl now and I can take it, so go ahead and give it to me!"

Finally, when Lucius was hard again, he was doing her like she wanted him to. He crawled on top of her and plunged into her like the bow of a ship breaks the waves, while she in turn let her nails scratch his back like a peasant ploughs his fields. He rammed her as hard as he could, while her hungry pussy met his intrusion with eager acceptance. Still, she commanded him to plunge into her even harder and deeper in order to satisfy her. Although Lucius was on top of her, she was still in command and she put her sharp nails to his buttocks to get herself over the edge. Then she came in a violent orgasm, she brutally bit into his neck while her body shook in convulsions of pleasure. Lucius' body was trembling and he gasped for breath. He was on the edge of cumming himself, yet this time he managed to withhold his own orgasm and stopped humping Eudoxia after she had orgasmed.

Eudoxia noticed that Lucius' cock was still stiff covered with her pussy juice and with pre-cum oozing from it's tip, despite the number orgasms that he had duly provided for her. This was the Amazon way when having sex with their males; they demanded that their male sexual partners withheld their orgasms while they pleased their Amazon mistresses, who only allowed their spouses or lovers to ejaculate inside of them, when they wanted to produce children. Lucius was still following the orders of his dominant wife, but this was not to the liking of Eudoxia. She crawled down between his legs, put his member in her mouth and sucked hard like a leech, while she stroked his shaft and massaged his balls with her gentle hands. Lucius stood no chance of withholding his orgasm in this position. He moaned, writhed and came hard in her mouth, while Eudoxia eagerly drank his semen as if it was the finest of wines. She gently squeezed his balls as if she wanted to completely drain him of spunk.

"Man juice!" she said and smirked her lips while she smiled at him. "A dish well served with tact and finesse," she added while she licked her lips which were dripping with his semen.

Meanwhile, Myria was getting it on with her guests in the big tent outside the house.

Loud moaning and soft screaming was heard from the tent as Myria walked out the door and cross the front yard of their house. She duly inspected the guards on duty before turning towards the tent. Inside the tent there was female lovemaking everywhere. Some were pairs some in three and some were even making love in foursome. The girls used their fingers and clever tongues on their fellow sisters pussies, nibbles and mouths.

"Hurrah, she has arrived!" Cleonite called out loud. All the girls immediately stopped their lovemaking and turned their attention towards Myria instead. They got up and led her to a hill of pillows in the middle of the tent, a special seat and place of honour, reserved for the birthday child herself. The girls made her lie down on the elevated seat of pillows and quickly removed her clothes.

Cleonite was first in line to have a go at her. She was the senior officer and was therefore appointed to initiate the orgy in honour of Myria. She crawled on top of Myria and kissed her passionately, while her bold hands travelled across her breasts and in between her legs. The rest of the girls sat down in circle around them. They discreetly caressed each other while they watch the erotic spectacle in the centre of the circle.

Cleonite moved from Myria's mouth and bit softly into her throat, which sent bolts of pleasure through Myria's body. Cleonite's bold fingers and lascivious tongue travelled to her smooth breasts. Myria's nibbles grew erect under her skilled tongue. Cleonite proceeded to kiss and lick Myria's soft skin on her underbelly. She anticipated that Cleonite's tongue would enter her pussy, but she suddenly stopped, her head slowly passed her pussy which patiently waited to be worshipped, while Myria made involuntary convulsive twitching with her pelvis from mere arousal.

Instead, Cleonite kneeled in front of her, grabbed her feet and started kissing and licking them. Myria whimpered loudly in frustration over the lack of stimulation of her hungry pussy, but there were no mercy, the birthday child had to wait patiently for her present. Myria couldn't take much more of this slow pleasure torture, yet Cleonite continued to slowly lick her way up Myria's legs. She overcame the strong urge inside of her to simply throw herself at Myria's sex, which tempted her with swollen pussy lips and a harden clit, clearly visible on top of the entrance to Myria's pussy temple.

Then suddenly with a brute force, Cleonite bit hard into the soft skin of Myria's inner thigh. She cried out from the sudden pain that was inflicted upon her, but Myria quickly put her hand in her mouth as she did not want to show weakness in front of her fellow sisters in arms. Then Cleonite gently parted Myria's pussy lips with her bold fingers and gorged herself on her pussy like a hungry wolf feeds on the innocent lamp. Her cleaver tongue sent jolts of pleasure through Myria's whole body. Soon Myria howled from a mighty orgasm.

Then they all fell upon her. There were naked bodies everywhere Myria turned. Hungry mouths kissing hers, breasts with stiff nibbles for her to suck on, juicy pussies to lick on. They all took turns in licking her pussy and sucking on her throbbing clit, kissing her deeply while their demanding tongues explored her mouth. They licked her armpits, her ears, her navel, some of the girls even took her toes in their mouths and sucked on them.

Myria was in a state of sexual bliss as if she had fallen into a deadly snake pit of pure lust. Their skilled tongues and bold fingers crawled all over her, crawled shamelessly inside of her too. One orgasm built on top of the other, while her mind reeled and her body willingly submitted to the vile pleasures that her fellow sisters so vigorously provided for her.

Her old friend and lover, Gemmalina had something special in mind for the birthday child. When it finally was her turn to have a go at Myria's gorgeous pussy, she did not just use her skilled tongue. She also used her fingers; inserting first two, then three and then four fingers, working her fingers gently in and out of Myria's steaming pussy, gradually loosening and stretching it. The other guests could clearly see that something special was underway and therefore they discreetly secured Myria's arms and legs, making sure that she would not be able to offer resistance. Myria began to breathe deeply, she gasped and moaned while Gemmalina gently finger-fucked her pussy with her long slender fingers.

Then Gemmalina finally added her thumb along with the rest of her fingers and slowly but firmly she forced her entire hand inside Myria's womb. Myria gave a loud prolonged animalistic growl from the terrible stretching of her pussy. With shining eyes from pure lust, Gemmalina fisted her girlfriend's pussy while she massaged her clit with her thump. Myria came once, then twice, yet Gemmalina continued fisting her with great fury, but when Myria came for the third time, she was spent. She lay and whimpered softly in the arms of her sisters in arms. "Please stop, I can't take anymore," she murmured.

Gemmalina gently removed her hand from her stretched vagina, but she was not yet done with Myria at all. "Why should we stop now, when I rip one final orgasm from you with the aid of the sisters here," Gemmalina said triumphantly. She then clinched her fist again, put her knuckles to her sex and gently parted her pussy lips with them. Then with one brutal thrust, Gemmalina buried her clinched fist in Myria's tormented pussy. Myria screamed and writhed due to the renewed violent intrusion. Gemmalina fisted her furiously while she put her tongue to Myria's clit and licked on it. She even bit gently into her swollen love knob. The other guests continued to kiss and caress Myria from head to toe.

Myria's back arced while the muscles in her whole clinched in wild spasms of pleasure. Myria came and came, squirting cunt-juices all over, but Gemmalina did not let up. Myria's senses went numb from this massive sexual stimulation, she felt as she was floating and entered a state of sexual trance as if she had come face-to-face with the Great Goddess herself.

The other girls, including Gemmalina, noticed that Myria went limp and immediately stopped their lovemaking to her in order to give her some rest to recover. Myria was rattling as she was on the brink of dying from too much pleasure. When she slowly came through, Gemmalina slowly pulled at her fist, which was still clinched inside Myria's pummelled pussy. Gemmalina almost elevated Myria as she withdraw her hand from her womb, Gemmalina's fist left Myria's pussy with a load plop.

Gemmalina gently kissed Myria's nether lips. "Happy birthday to you, dearest Myria," she whispered to her. The rest of the girls in the tent followed suit and kissed what ever body part which they could get their lips on and whished her happy birthday and many happy returns. Then they courteously helped Myria back on her feet.

After the passionate debauch with her girlfriends, Myria curtsied, bid her guests good night and left the tent, while her fellow sisters in arms continued their passionate lovemaking after her departure. Myria staggered on wobbly legs from the many powerful orgasms that she had just received. The sun was slowly rising, Myria tiptoed through the living room in order not to wake up her sleeping guests. The living room was a no-sex area. The two emissaries were sleeping here along with the rest of the birthday guests, who were not interested in sex or were already fully sexually sated.

When Myria entered the bedroom, Eudoxia turned around to face Myria, while Lucius in turn manoeuvred his hands behind his back in order to display obedience in front of his mistress. Myria entered the bed, hugged Myria and kissed her passionately. Then she backed off and got down between Lucius' legs. She sniffed his penis; Lucius had obviously been enjoying one or more forbidden orgasms. Myria gathered that Eudoxia properly had even taken his member in her mouth, which was considered an depravity sex act among Amazons. However, now Myria was gonna show Lucius that his mistress was back in charge; with brute force she drove her knee hard into his exposed balls. The face of Eudoxia fell, when Myria without warning started ball-busting poor Lucius.

"Why are you disciplining your husband, he has done no wrong!" Eudoxia pointed out. "In fact, he has willingly been giving me great pleasures with his clever tongue." Myria's brute punishment of Lucius was uncalled for in Eudoxia's eyes. "And on top of that, I made him fuck me like a real stud," she added.

"That's exactly it, my dear Eudoxia," Myria parried. "You have corrupted him with all your gentle caresses. He is confused now and may begin to think that other Amazon women might want please him as well."

"I therefore have to correct him and put his mind at ease, so that he knows for sure that he shall never receive any pleasure, but only pain from real Amazons," Myria concluded while she continued to hammer her knee into Lucius' balls.

Eudoxia stared in awe at the torture scene in front of her. Myria's eyes were shining with pure sadistic joy while she tortured Lucius' balls with her awful strong legs. Like all horsewomen, Myria had over the years developed oversized muscles in her thighs and Lucius felt the full impact of his wife's mighty strength. Every time Myria viciously drove her knee into Lucius' balls, his whole body jerked and his tongue thrust even deeper into her wide-open and receptive pussy. Myria was not being wicked or spiteful, she was just having a bit of fun at the expense of her loving spouse, and he could take it.

Eudoxia was shocked at first at the sight of Myria's viciousness towards poor Lucius, yet she quickly grew aroused herself by the sight of Myria's pure sadistic joy and the fact that Lucius just lay submissively under her and took the pain without resisting or complaining. Eudoxia took his nibble between her strong fingers and squeezed them hart, thereby adding to his punishment. She even pressed her sex harder into his face in order to pleasure herself without any concern for Lucius who was trapped underneath her demanding pussy. She shamelessly grinded her sex against his mouth and nose, making it hard for him to even breath while he had to endue the terrible ball-busting torture from his merciless wife and mistress.

During their mutual punishment of Lucius, the two girls looking lovingly into each others eyes. They hugged and kissed each other passionately while their tongues entwined. Eudoxia cupped and caressed Myria's breasts, which had grown larger and more sensitive during her pregnancy. The girls continued until Lucius grew faint, then they change positions; Eudoxia crept in between his legs while Myria sat on his chest. She addressed him before she sat on his face.

"Be careful with your brute tongue!" she firmly warned him, grabbed him by the hair and slapped his face a couple of times. "My poor pussy has recently been rampaged by my fellow sisters in arms. I want you gently comfort it with your humble tongue." Myria wasn't joking, Lucius noticed at once that her sex was red and swollen. However, he knew his way around his Amazon wife by now. He had practiced cunnilingus on her on a daily basis for almost a year now and he had the key to unlock the secrets of her pussy temple. He gently licked at her pussy lips until her sex opened up like a flower and her clit slowly crawled out from under it's hood above her nether lips. His stout tongue was vigorously effective and Myria soon moaned from pleasure. She in turn smiled at him and gently caressed his nibbles with her fingers in order to show her appreciation of his clever oral servitude.

While Myria received lots of pleasure from Lucius' tongue, Eudoxia wanted to ride his cock again. She gently stroked it and even tongued it as if she wanted to comfort him after the brute ball-busting that he had just been submitted to. However, his member refused to grow and just remained placid despite her good efforts. The terrible pain in his balls and groin prevented him from feeling any sexual stimulation.

"You ruined his manhood! His phallus is no use to us anymore," she complained.

"I have tamed it," Myria corrected her. "He will not have an erection anytime soon. This is the way it's supposed to be, I will not accept a potential rapist in my bed."

To name Lucius a potential rapist was a vile accusation in Eudoxia's ears. However, Lucius was married to Myria, therefore it was none of her business how the two of them organized their personal life. Instead, she lay down on top of Lucius with her ass on his stomach and her legs beside Myria's knees. Myria in turn changed her position and faced Eudoxia, still with her pussy planted in Lucius' face. Then she leaned forward and eagerly licked the moist pussy, which Eudoxia offered to her. Now Lucianus felt the full weight of the two heavy women on top of him, while he willingly continued to pleasure his wife and mistress, who in turn pleasured her girlfriend.

After Myria had an orgasm, she got an idea. "Pin him for me. I want to show you something," she said to Eudoxia, who changed position and manoeuvred her legs in between Lucius' and splayed them. Then she moved her hands behind his back and likewise secured his hands. When Myria was sure that Lucius was completely immobile, she turned to face him again. She looked him straight in the eyes and instructed him to breath out, relax and take what was coming. Lucius had already guessed what Myria had planned and did as he was told without hesitation. Then Myria took a firm hold of his hair and pressed her crotch against his face. She covered his mouth with her ass, his nose with her pussy, thereby blocking his air supply completely. The weight of the two women quickly smothered him into unconsciousness, but although Lucius had passed out, Myria still remained on top of his face.

"Get off of him, he is not breathing!" Eudoxia shouted and pulled Myria off. "You have been drinking and smoking as well," Eudoxia scolded her. "You are not even supposed to perform breath play on him in your condition." Eudoxia thought that Myria treated Lucius like a spoiled little girl brutalized her rag-doll until the toy broke and then caste it away like common garbage. "You could have killed him, you fool!" she added.

Myria just chuckled from Eudoxia's prompt reaction. "Then he would parish in the very way that he would desire most of all; smothered to death underneath two beautiful women," she parried.

"Have you not sworn to keep him from harm," Eudoxia asked.

Actually she had not. Myria explained that when they were married by the Queen, Lucius had refused to swear obedience to her. Therefore, she didn't swore to protect his life. As the two of them were married without the traditional Amazonian wedding wows, they instead made their own private wedding wows; he swore that he would always take her pain without complaining and she swore that he in turn would never cripple him, (see: 'Beginning a new life with an Amazon').

Well, of course, that made sense. Now Eudoxia finally understood why Lucius had taken her needles without bearing any grudge against her; he would gladly suffer any pain in order to show his love and devotion for his Amazon wife.

However, now it was time to sleep, therefore Myria crept close to Lucius and rested her head on his shoulder. She in turn pulled Eudoxia close to her, making her girlfriend rest her head on Myria's shoulder.

"Eudoxia dearest," she whispered passionately in her ear. "Don't ever think that just because I have been forced into marriage with this brute male, that I have ever stopped loving you."

"Lucius is no brute, he is very civilized," Eudoxia politely objected. "You would do well to keep him safe."

"For a male, he might be considered civilized," Myria admitted. "However, you will always be the one true goddess of love for me. Don't ever forget that, dearest Eudoxia," Myria concluded.

"I will remember and I shall always love you too," Eudoxia whispered back.

A perfect day, Myria thought to herself and added; and a perfect night as well. Myria had never been sexually sated like this before. In fact, she had never felt this happy after she moved into exile in the north. Thus neatly tugged in between her lovers, Myria dozed off to sleep with a bright smile on her face.

To be continued...

The tale of Myria and Lucius will continue in the next chapter where Myria gives birth to her first born daughter, Callista.

The storyline is set for many more chapters, however comments, suggestions or story ideas are welcome, just email the author at jallanj@yahoo.dk