"NO! Please don't leave me," Myria said. "I'm alone here; my spouse is ignorant of the female anatomy and I have never given birth before. I need you to help me through on this night." Myria was in uncharted territory and she wanted the midwife at her side until she had delivered her baby.

"My spouse gives excellent oral servitude to make your time worthwhile," she added. The midwife was just about the bark some insults back at Myria and leave, but she realized that Myria was just being polite, when she offered oral servitude to the midwife from her spouse. "Well, a cup of tea will suffice, thank you," was the midwife's courteous remark.

Lucius fetched the tea for the midwife and when she had finished drinking it, she put some of the chairs together and made herself comfortable on them with some pillows, while Lucius lay down on the floor, wrapped up in blankets. It was obviously gonna be a long night.

Then sometime during the night, the birth pangs suddenly started and Myria gave a loud grunt from the sudden sharp pain. "Send word to my sisters in arms at the barracks that my child is coming now," she told Lucius. "I want them around me, should I die during child labour. They will comfort me during my demise."

Lucius lit a torch, saddled his horse and rode by the light of the moon to the Amazon outpost. He carried the torch high in order to be spotted clearly by the Amazon sentry posts, or else run the risk of getting shot down before he could state his business. However, he was expected as the Amazons at the barracks knew that their captain was going to give birth anytime soon. 10 Amazons, including Lieutenant Dementria, whose wounds had not fully healed yet, followed him back home.

When they arrived, Lucius served the Amazons some refreshments while they said some encourage and comforting words to Myria to lighten her uneasy situation. Then the sharp spasm of pain intensified and the birth pangs started in earnest. However, Myria rose from the bed and held on to ropes hanging from the ceiling. Amazons did not deliver their children lying down like the women of the west or the Athenians and other Greeks who brought up their women to be meek weaklings. Amazons were not sick women but warriors, and like warriors they stood tall and delivered their babies standing up; they held on to ropes from the ceiling and let gravity help them bring their babies into the world.

The present Amazons sang in honour of the coming baby and prayed at the same time that the coming child would be a healthy girl child. Still, Myria was not comforted by their singing because the pain was getting to her and she turned spiteful instead. First she cursed Lucius for having impregnated her and caused her such terrible pain. Later, she cursed the Amazon Queen for having allowed him to pester her life. This was getting a bit embarrassing, so therefore Lucius was ordered to wait outside. Spouses should not see their Amazon wives in such agony. Else they might lose respect for their mistresses if they saw that even Amazon manslayers still felt the pains of child labour.

Finally, the head of the coming child appeared between Myria's legs. Then with one final push along with a loud animalistic howl, she managed to expel the baby from her womb. The midwife caught the child as it left Myria's body. "What is it?" Myria screamed at the top of her lungs. "If it's a boy child, I will personally choke it to death and then make my useless spouse eat the corpse!"

"Along with his own genitals," she added!

However, to everyone's relief, Myria gave birth to a healthy girl child. The midwife cut the umbilical cord to the placenta and washed the baby in a water basing. When done, the midwife handed Myria's new born girl-child nicely wrapped in white linen to her. Myria smiled and admired her 'handiwork'. Not a bad start, she thought to herself.

The Amazons sang songs of joy to welcome their new sister into the world of female rule. Lucius was allowed inside again in order to congratulate his wife. He humbly kneeled and kissed Myria's feet. "What will you name your daughter," he humbly asked.

"I shall call her Callista, (the beautiful one)," Myria informed him. "That is indeed an appropriate name for the daughter of the most beautiful Amazon in the world," Lucius commented.

"Will you ladies listen to that kind of talk!" Myria said to the other Amazons present. "And I have to put up with his romantic ramblings on a daily basis."

The midwife made to leave during the early morning light and Lucius duly paid for her services. "Amazons, bah!" the midwife fumed on the way out. "They can take it when they get wounded in battles, but when they give birth, they squeal like stuck pigs. Now, in my days, Gargarean women gave birth to children without a whimper and went out to work the fields the very next day!"

Myria nursed and curdled her new-born baby during the day and kept Callista in a straw basket at night. At first, Lucius was not allowed to even tough his own offspring. However, whenever he got his chance, Lucius always grabbed his daughter and curdled her, then quickly put her back in the straw basket before Myria would re-enter the room.

Myria did not rest for long. Already the day after that she given birth, she was up and about. Myria carried Callista around on her back, wrapped in a sling around her chest. She immediately renewed her chores at the Amazon outpost. When Callista was one month old, Myria travelled south to Themiskyra in order to present her daughter to Queen Hentiope herself. Myria rode on her own horse, followed by the foal which trotted behind as her horse foaled shortly before Myria gave birth herself.

Myria's trip to Themiskyra became a personal triumph. Firstly, she proudly presented her new-born daughter to Queen Hentiope. The Queen in turn immediately promoted Myria for her good deeds. Now, Myria was no longer just an ordinary outpost commander, but supreme commander for the whole 'Northern Front'. This would not change much in her daily chores because there were never any wars fought up north. Amazon defences only consisted of a few outposts, which mostly hosted facilities for training of new recruits and recovery for wounded warriors.

"What about the present commander?" Myria asked. "Demosthena is still alive, although her mind is gone."

"Yes, poor Demosthena," The Queen said. She had expected Demosthena's daughter to take her mother home and nurse her. But her daughter was too embarrassed to even come and visit her mother, yet alone nurse her. Therefore, it befell on Myria to 'retire' her in a civilized manner and give her a decent funeral.

"And what do I do with Callista?" Myria asked. She wanted to leave her to be raised at an orphanage in Themiskyra. However, Queen Hentiope wanted Myria to take Callista with her back home in the nations of Gargareans. "Your majesty," Myria softly objected. "With all due respect for your wise decisions, I simply don't have the time to attend my chores as a supreme commander and raise my daughter at the same time."

"You have a spouse haven't you?" Queen Hentiope barked at her. "Let him look after your children. That's his job, not yours." This was a rather strange suggestion in Myria's ears. Amazon warriors were usually raised in the orphanages, bent and brainwashed with hatred towards males and male domination and taught blind faith in female domination and the Amazon cause.

While the daughters of retired warriors, who were raised by their fathers, usually became civilians, although some also became warriors. But they were considered weaklings by Amazons who were raised in the orphanages, who considered themselves the real Amazons and referred to the others as half-breeds. These 'half-breed' Amazons usually never became officers, only Amazons raised in the orphanages rose through the ranks.

To let Callista be raised in an Amazon orphanage would therefore be the normal procedure. However, the Queen wanted something a little more advanced; a hybrid between a veteran Amazon and an untamed Thermodon warrior. A hybrid, whose father raised her or at least took a part in her upbringing, would bring a new specie into the world: A well-trained female warrior, who were raised in the spirit of love, rather than bent on blind hatred towards males. Once Myria would be called back to active duty inside Amazonia, she would bring along the children that she had produced. The Queen planned to supervise the children's moulding, because she had taken a personal interest in the offspring of Myria and Lucius.

Myria curtsied deeply to the Queen and made to leave. She then visited her girlfriends who were present in Themiskyra, including Gemmalina at the library, and of course Eudoxia, whom she spent the night with at the Royal Place.

The next morning, Myria sold the foal at the market and headed back to the nation of the Gargareans. However, Myria brought Eudoxia along with Callista back to see Lucius.

Meanwhile Lucius was busy back at home in Damasya. It had been quite a while since he had the house to himself. And when the cat is away, the mice are gonna play. He immediately arranged a party in order to celebrate the birth of his first born child.

His fellow Thermodonians met regularly once a month to drink wine, discuss how life was treating them in their new home with newfound freedom and tell tales of the old country. Unfortunately, Lucius had not attended so often because he had to ask permission from his Amazon wife to go out. However, Lucius felt that the Thermodonians should not keep themselves to themselves but integrate with the Gargarean people, who were their countrymen now. Therefore, he invited the other Thermodonians along with a number of fellow officers of the Gargarean Militia.

Blasius of course give him a hand with the preparation of the food; roasted lamp and pork with seasonal vegetables along with fruits and cakes for dissert. And of course lots of drink; decanters of wine and some of the Gargarean brewed beer, which none of the Thermodonians would drink, but the local lads loved it and therefore Lucius gladly served it to them.

However, Lucius' party quickly turned into a bacchanal drinking orgy where the males got piss-drunk together. The testosterone ran high, while they consumed alcohol and the Gargarean males got cocky and loud-mouthed and started discussing how they would run things, if they had a king of their own instead of living in the shadow of the Amazons.

As the alcohol went in, the malice of the Gargareans towards the Amazon nation came out. Lucius and the other Thermodonians were quite shocked to learn how the Gargarean loathed the Amazons, who just extracted their semen and else just looked down on them as a backward, barbaric people, whom they never gave them any respect.

The Gargareans felt depraved of their true destiny while living under the protection of the Amazons. They relentlessly cursed the Amazon Queen Hentiope as well as her daughter, princess Artianna. Lucius were compelled to strongly remind his guests, that he would not tolerate any insults towards the Queen Hentiope, who had given sanctuary to the Thermodonians.

But there was no love lost between Lucius and Princess Artianna. The two of them had actually never spoken together, but they hated each other's guts at the mere sight of each other, yet no one could figure out why. Still, Lucius politely asked his guests not to insult the Princess either. It did not seem right that he let his fellow officers insult any member of the Amazon royal family. After all, Lucius was the spouse well-respected Amazon officer and he therefore had a duty to keep up appearances.

The former slaves from Thermodonia were most astounded at the show of bad blood towards the Amazons and their queen. The Thermodonians were having a good life here; respected artisans, who now owned their own houses. An impossible dream in the old country, but it became reality in the nation of the Gargareans, and the Thermodonians all owed their good fortunes to Hentiope, Queen of the Amazons, (as well as Lucius who brought them to Amazonia).

But there was another matter, which put a heavy strain on the relationship between Amazons and Gargareans; boy children and inter-marriage between their nations. It was not uncommon for Amazons to choose a husband/spouse among the nation of the Gargareans. In fact, some of the other officers in the Gargarean militia had once been married to Amazons, but these marriages were not successful.

Everything usually went well, right until the Amazon wife should give birth to a boy-child. Specificly, if the Gargarean male claimed fatherhood of the boy child, which was his right according to the law. But only very few Amazons accepted boy children and therefore the marriages usually ended by then.

One of the present Gargarean officers told a heart-breaking story about how he had been happily married to a retired Amazon warrior for almost 10 years. They had two girl children and didn't plan any more children, but suddenly his wife got pregnant again. But this time she gave birth to a boy. His wife rejected the child and demanded that they gave the boy child to another Gargarean family which could not have children themselves. However, the Gargarean officer claimed fatherhood of the boy child. This claim made his wife leave him and his infant boy child. Furthermore, she took to two girl children, who had aged nine and seven years old at that time, with her and settled in Amazonia and he never saw them again. He had gained a son and heir, but had lost his family at the same time.

"The cunt took my girls from me," he sniffed when he finished his story.

Lucius on the other hand never expected to ever get to know his own female offspring. He knew that his Amazon wife grew up in an Amazon orphanage and she would properly dump her own children there as well. Furthermore, Lucius knew that he was living with his beloved Myria on borrowed time because living in the nation of the Gargareans did not suit a harden Amazon warrior like Myria. Once Lucius had produced the three girl children that the Queen had demanded from Myria, she would have no further use of him and would properly leave him. He could not follow her back to Amazonia, unless he accepted to be crippled and she would not accept to live in the nation of the Gargareans. They were most likely going to live like Skadi and Njord in a few years from now.

Later during the night, even darker thoughts came to him; what if Myria gave birth to a son, his son! How would she take it? Would she strangle the boy child with her own hands and have Lucius castrated for this insult or would she just leave him and never see him again? He knew that it would not be easy to persuade her into having a boy child in their family. He certainly needed to charm his way if Myria were to let him have a son.

The males ate and drank the whole night through. In the morning, their wives came to pick up them up and brought them home, or else they just staggered along the way by themselves.

Lucius was sweeping up the vomit from his guests in the afternoon when the ladies rode through the gate. Luckily, Blasius had sprinkled lots of sand on the floor and on the porch which had soaked up the vomit so it was easy to clean up. His head was a little dizzy from drinking the night before. First he thought that he was seeing double, when he saw two female riders coming through the gate, but then he noticed that one was carrying a child. So, he eyes were not deceiving him at all. His wife had brought her lover as well as their daughter with her back home.

Lucius immediately took the bridle of his wife's horse and wanted to get down on his hands and knees in order to let Myria use his back as a stool in order to show how happy he was to see her. But Myria cleared her throat in an angry manner to let him know that this display of humility was not appropriated today when Eudoxia came to visit. Instead, Lucius courteously took their horses and put them in the stable.

The ladies made themselves comfortable in the living room and eagerly consumed the food and drink on the table that were left over from the night before. After feeding her daughter, Myria put Callista in her straw basket to sleep. Then the three of them walked hand in hand to the bedroom.

However, the women ordered Lucius to kneel naked in front of the bed in order to watch the girls enjoy themselves. The women threw themselves at each other on the bed. They kissed deeply while their bold fingers explored each other's bodies. Lucius sniffled and moaned from frustration that he was not allowed to take part in their sexual activities. His sniffling and moans of frustration aroused them even further.

Suddenly the women stopped and lay side by side with their legs spread wide for him to see. They tantalized him by pulling their nether lips far apart, exposing their gorgeous pussies to him, so close that he could smell them but still he was not allowed a taste. The women aroused him further by caressing him with their feet, while they smiled and giggled at his predicament.

"Well, look at that; both his mouth and his cock are drooling equally heavily," Myria commented. A small stream of pre-cum was oozing from the tip of his erect cock while he could not control the flow of water from his mouth.

"We have no use for your meagre little tongue right now. You can lick the dirt from our toes instead." Then the girls shoved their feet in his face. Lucius froze at first and couldn't believe that he was being degraded in this manner as he had he done nothing wrong. However, Myria was simply reminding him that he was her subordinate and an inferior being, who never should take her noble pussy for granted. The women kept poking at his face with their feet until he obeyed them and started licking their feet, while the girls continued kissing and caressing each other's pussies with their fingers. The worked each other to a mutual orgasm and then they rested a little on the bed, while poor Lucius humbly continued his degrading tongue-work.

He was pretty 'tongue-tired' when he finally was invited into the bed. However, his erection was still intact. Myria wanted to ride his cock in order to have him ejaculating in her as soon as possible. It was the right time of the month and there were no reason to waste time. However, Eudoxia had something in mind; she had Myria lay on top of her and then she ordered Lucius to crawl on top of Myria and enter her.

"NO! I will not have it," Myria cried out. "That's maybe not a good idea," Lucius added.

"What is this?" Eoduxia softly scolded the pair of them. "A husband, who is afraid of humping his own wife, and a wife who refuses to have her own husband get on top of her! What is the world coming to?"

"Come on now, you two! Sex should be a joyful playground and not a boring ceremony for shrivelled priestesses," she concluded. She softly told Myria to relax and take what was coming and again told Lucius to get on top of Myria. She shrewdly secured Myria's legs with hers and spread them wide. Then she gently but firmly forced Myria's arms behind her back and secured them with her one hand, and with her free hand, Eudoxia boldly spread Myria's pussy lips right in front of Lucius.

"Go on, take her! She is ripe and she won't resist you," Eudoxia reassured him. Yah, right! Lucius thought to himself while he slowly crawled on top of Myria and gently entered her, while she stared angrily back at him. Myria could not resist for right now, but there was also tomorrow, where he would have to answer for the little games that Eudoxia had played with them.

Myria was angry at first when Lucius entered her, but Eudoxia whispered soothing words in her ear while she gently bit her neck. She caressed Myria's breasts and gently pinched her stiff nibbles. Lucius gently humped his wife while he reach behind her back and found Eudoxia's breast, which he eagerly caressed as he did not dare to 'grope' at his own wife.

Myria's resistance slowly disappeared and she started to fall into his rhythm and pushed her pussy against his crotch when he pushed his stiff tool into her. Eudoxia let go of her arms and instead of pushing him away, Myria but her hands on his buttocks and adjusted his rhythm and length of penetration by either putting her nails in his skin to make him go faster and deeper or grabbed his buttocks with her strong hands and heaved him backwards to make him go slower.

"Remember that your wife comes first," (that is; cums first), Eudoxia told Lucius. "Hold back your own climax until she is done." However, this was no easy task because Myria held back her own climax as well. Having an orgasm while Lucius penetrated her, lying on top of her was a humiliation in her eyes, a symbolic display of appalling male dominance. Lucius was slowly getting exhausted; he moaned and groaned with perspiration flowing down his skin while he desperately tried to hump his wife into an orgasm.

However, Eudoxia courteously came to his aid when she noticed his predicament; she caressed Myria's eject nibbles with her bold fingers and rubbed her clit with the other hand, while she whispered in Myria's ear. "Let ... go, let ... go, let ... go," Eudoxia whispered hypnotically until Myria gave in. Myria's body betrayed her and she suddenly came in a massive orgasm, which made her whine from frustration. Lucius was on the brink of collapsing from exhaustion, but with his last efforts, he managed to cum himself, he shot his load into Myria's womb and then he landed on top of her with a loud thud. They moaned and groaned together as if the three of them had transformed into a six legged monster with six arms and three heads.

The three of them rested a short while until Eudoxia crawled out from under Myria and Lucius rolled off his wife. However, Eudoxia made Myria turn around and lie on her stomach. Then she crawled in between Myria's legs and eagerly licked her pussy which was filled with Lucius's fresh semen. "Why are you slurping up his mess in my pussy?" Myria asked. "Man-juice served in a tasty pussy!" Eudoxia answered. "Can a girl ask for more? I don't think so."

While Eudoxia pleasured Myria, she got a hold of Lucius' neck and forced his head to Myria's buttocks. "Tongue her ass," Eudoxia ordered him. He quickly obeyed despite the bad smell, but Eudoxia pressed his face hard against Myria's ass crack with her strong arm. Stifling, he rimmed her dirty crack.

"Now, penetrate her asshole with your tongue, I am watching!" Eudoxia let go of his neck and instead held his balls in a firm grip, indicating that she was going to hurt him, if he did not follow her instructions.

Lucius penetrated Myria's asshole from above while Eudoxia eagerly slurped her pussy juice mixed with Lucius' semen from below. The mutual stimulation made Myria moan loudly with pleasure. Eudoxia watched with glee how Lucius forced his tongue inside Myria's dirty hole which made Myria quiver with sexual joy. Eudoxia could not help herself at the sight of this and therefore from mere excitement, not from any malice, she squeezed his balls with all her might. Lucius howled from the terrible pain and then he fainted.

"Oh dear, I got carried away," Eulogia apologized when she saw Lucius collapse on the bed. "Careful now, my dear," Myria said. "He still has to produce one more girl child before I'm finished with him."

Now that Lucius was out of the sexual game, the two women continued their sexual adventures on their own. Myria was already aroused and ready to go, but Eudoxia secured her arms and legs once more. Then she started caressing her with her one free hand, but she had no intention of letting her cum just yet. In fact, Eudoxia played a wicked game with Myria; she allowed her to come closer and closer to an orgasm, only to viciously stop at the last moment and let Myria moan and groan in sexual frustration. Her whole body was trembling and aching for sexual release, but Eudoxia would not, not yet, give it to her.

"I languish away without you back in Themiskyra," Eulogia softly complained. "While you have everything you want up here; a loving husband, who worships you in bed and outside, as well as fresh young girls to fuck down at the Amazon outpost."

"They mean nothing to me, you are still the one." Myria whined. She was so close to a gigantic orgasm if Eulogia would just shut up and caress her dripping pussy some more. "Please, please, please!" Myria begged. "I really need to cum. I can't take any more of this torturous teasing and denial. Please, I'll do anything!"

"Oh dear, oh dear," Eudoxia taunted her. "This big strong Amazon is begging for release as if she was begging for her own life." Eudoxia took Myria's erect nibble in her mouth and sucked long and hard on it, while she still rubbed Myria's clit with her bold fingers. Myria screamed and begged for release while her body jerked up and down on the bed beyond her control.

"Oh, well," Eudoxia said. "I guess that I always have been soft-hearted." With this statement, Eudoxia let go of Myria and ducked her head in between Myria's legs, sucked her clit into her mouth and then Eudoxia worked it with her tongue. Myria came and came and then came again while her pussy squirted into Eudoxia's mouth and her body convulsed, while Myria squealed in delight of her final sexual release. She whimpered softly while she thanked Eudoxia for finally giving her this mighty orgasm.

Myria had been the centre of attention today. However, despite her exhaustion, she courteously repaid Eudoxia's sexual favours by first licking her pussy and then by grinding her pussy against Eudoxia's until Eudoxia had a well-deserved orgasm. Then they rested in each other's arms, while Lucius was still out.

"Please have patience, my dear Eudoxia," Myria whispered in Eudoxia's ear. "It won't be long before I deliver another girl child into the world and then I shall return to my rightful place in the realm of the Amazons. Then we shall see more of each other, I promise."

"And what about Lucius?" Eudoxia asked.

"Yes, what to do about you, little fool," Myria said and gently ran her fingers across his hair. She usually only caressed him when he was sleeping or else was unconscious, which made her grow rather tender towards him.

"He gives such good oral servitude, that it would be a shame to leave him here to wallow among backward Gargarean women, who don't appreciate his quality," Myria continued. "Unfortunately, I can't bring a swordsman, who hunts down brigands in the mountains, with me home."

"But I'll think of something when the time comes," she concluded. After all, Myria had not, not yet, delivered her second girl child and there was still time to make her mind up about what to do with Lucius.

In the morning, Eudoxia hugged and kissed Lucius goodbye and left with Myria. He returned to his chores at the Gargarean militia, while the women rode south and then split up; Myria with Callista strapped on her back returned to her duties at the Amazon outpost while Eudoxia continued back south to Themiskyra.

Myria terminates Commander Demosthena's command:

The orders from Queen Hentiope were clear; Myria had to terminate Commander Demosthena's command. When done, Myria would be the new commander of the Northern Front. These were the exact orders of the Amazon queen which was written in the scroll, that Myria carried with her. When Myria arrived at the Amazon outpost, she immediately called Lieutenant Dementria and three other veteran Amazon warriors to her. They gathered just outside Commander Demosthena's office.

"Ladies, before we proceed," Myria began. I want you to swear secrecy on what is about to happen. You must never tell a soul what you are about to witness." The four Amazons put their right hand on top of each other and swore as one. Then Myria showed them Queen Hentiope's orders in the scroll which wore the Queen's seal. "Ma'am!" the Amazons stood attention and saluted Myria as their new commander.

"Alright, ladies," follow me, Myria said, opened the door and they all went inside. The stench in the commander's office was overwhelming! She has stopped taking baths when her mental health deteriorated. She hardly left the office but relieved herself in the corners of her office instead. Unfortunately, Demosthena was the commander and therefore nobody could order her to take bath or relieve herself at the outhouse. In fact, most of the Amazons at the outpost were afraid of her and avoided direct contact her. Those who brought her food usually put the daily plate of food just inside the door and then quickly shot it again as if Demosthena was a prisoner.

When the Amazons came through the door, Demosthena immediately rose from her seat and draw her sword. "To arms! The barbarians are attacking," she yelled and then charged them, thinking that the present Amazons were barbarian invaders. However, Myria kept her cool; she unsheathed her own sword and blocked the commander's clumsy attack. Then she secured the commanders sword hand and tabbed the commander at her head with the hilt of her sword in order to pacify her.

"Easy, Commander," Myria whispered soothing words in her ear. "The war is over, the barbarian onslaught has been put down and the Amazons are again victorious," Myria proclaimed to the disturbed commander.

"Oh yes, yes ..., eh ..., I must inform the queen of our grand victory," Demosthena mumbled to herself while she walked back to her desk. But suddenly the commander turned around starred at Myria. Then she came forward again with her arms spread out in order to hug her.

"Hesiodes! My dear, dear daughter, have you finally come to visit your mother?" In her distorted mind, the commander suddenly thought that Myria was her own daughter who had come to pay her a visit.

Demosthena still remembered the name of her daughter. Although she was raised at an orphanage, Demosthena visited her daughter regularly during her childhood every time she was home from the Amazon campaigns. Myria on the other hand never knew her own mother; she had just dumped her at an orphanage and never visited again as if Myria was nothing but a foal that was sold at the market.

"Yes, mother," Myria decided to play along with Demosthena, who hugged her tightly. "Mother, come with me, you should wash before dinner." Myria said. When standing close to her, Myria noticed how awful Demosthena stank and that she had lice in her hair. Myria told her fellow Amazons that nobody must see the commander in this terrible state, therefore Lieutenant Dementria went outside and ordered all the Amazons at the outpost to the training ground, so that Myria could discreetly get the commander into the baths.

At the baths, Myria took the clothes of Demosthena and ordered one of the other Amazons to burn her clothes as they might be contagious. Then the remaining Amazons restrained Demosthena, while Myria thoroughly scrubbed and rubbed her body and face. Myria was pretty rough on her when she washed her hair; she held the commander's head under water and brutally combed it in order to get rid of the lice. She did not bother about that she tore some of the hair out in the process.

"Mother, please stop hurting me!" Demosthena cried out in a girlish voice. Oh, she thinks I'm her mother now. Well, I'm moving up in the world, Myria thought to herself. When finished cleaning the commander, Myria dressed her in a simple rope and took her to Demosthena's private chambers to put her to bed. They had to change the bedclothes because the disturbed commander had wetted herself in her sleep on several occasions.

Myria ordered her fellow confederates to prepare a cup of wine, spiked with a deadly dose of hemlock, which she handed to Demosthena. Then Myria helped her to bed and tugged her in.

"Dear mother, will you not sing me to sleep as you use to do?" the disturbed commander asked Myria, still thinking that she was a little girl. So to keep her happy during her demise, Myria sat and sang some ancient folk tune which she remembered from her own childhood, while she held the commander's hand. The commander quickly fell asleep, but she did not die. Myria repeatedly checked her pulse and her heart kept beating. The poison had put her to sleep but it did not kill her.

Dementria suggested that she could fetch some additional poison, but Myria declined. She decided to finish the commander off with her own hands. Myria gently removed the pillow from under her head, pressed it hard against her face and smothered the disturbed commander to death. Demosthena struggled but the poison had drained her strength. When the commander was dead, Myria gave a few sobs; although this was a mercy killing, she had still killed a fellow sister in arms. Then Myria put some new clothes on her bed for the dead commander to wear for the funeral.

It was important for Myria that Demosthena was bathed and dressed in new shining clothes, because she should not transcend to the next world stinking and wearing dirty clothes with vomit and excrements on it. Keeping up appearances had become important for Myria, which she had learned from Lucius; in his old country, they always washed the bodies of the dead and dressed them properly before they were burned at the funeral pyre.

When they had finished preparing the dead body of Demosthena, Myria stepped outside to publicise her death. Lieutenant Dementria stopped the training and ordered all the Amazons to gather round to listen to Myria's announcement. Myria stepped up on the podium.

"Dear ladies, fellow sisters in arms," Myria addressed the crowd. "Our dear Commander Demosthena has sadly died during her sleep. We shall burn her corpse in the evening and wish her a safe journey into her next life." All the present Amazons bowed their heads in order to display their grief over the demise of a fellow sister in arms.

Then Dementria stepped up next Myria and displayed the scroll from Queen Hentiope. "Behold the seal of the Amazon queen," she addressed the crowd. "Hear the orders of Queen Hentiope herself; Captain Myria is now our new commander. All hail Myria, Commander of the Northern Front!" With these words, Lieutenant Dementria got down on one knee, unsheathed her sword and held it high while she swore allegiance to Myria, who were now official the new Commander of the Northern Front of Amazonia. The crowd around them followed suit and held whatever weapon; sword, bows or daggers to the sky and hailed Myria as their new commander.

During the day the Amazons gathered firewood for the commander's funeral pyre. They also thoroughly cleaned the commander's office so that Myria could use it without getting nausea from the fowl stench. In the evening when the sun was sinking low, the Amazons formally carried the corpse of Commander Demosthena in a procession to the funeral pyre. As the commander's daughter was not present, Myria held the funeral speech instead. She duly praised the deceased commander's merits and then she lit the funeral fire.

While the pyre was burning through the night, the Amazons held a wake in honour of the deceased Demosthena. However, Myria was not in the mood for drinking heavily. She was a mother now and had a girl child to look after. She took a small sip at a cup of wine and then threw the rest of the wine in the funeral pyre in honour of Demosthena. Myria saluted her burning corpse and wished her a safe journey into her next life. With Callista wrapped on her back, she climbed upon her horse and headed home.

When she got home, Lucius was sitting on the porch enjoying some wine. He got up, but she motioned him to sit down again. She was not pregnant anymore and didn't want his help to put her own horse in the stable.

Inside the house, she fed Callista and put her to sleep in her basket. She took some food that Lucius had prepared for her. Then she joined Lucius on the porch where she smoked a pipe of weed and took a few sips from the wine. They sat quietly and looked at the stars, occasionally greeting the passer-bys out on the street. When she had finished smoking, she smiled at him, took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

Her lovemaking was slow and unhurried when she rode him. Instead of getting sex with penetration over and done with as quickly as possible, Myria had paid attention to Eudoxia's sexual lectures on how women could get pleasure from men by other means than just sitting on their faces. Myria even tried once again to lie on her back, have him crawl on top of her and enter her. But it was not working because the magic was gone when Eudoxia wasn't there to encourage and guide them into new sexual adventures.

Still, one position always worked for two of them; Myria sitting on his face. While she rode his face, she courteously leaned back and stroked his member. Lucius moaned loudly because he was not used to have his wife giving him sexual pleasure. Suddenly Lucius warned her that he was about to cum, therefore she quickly crawled off his face and inserted his cock in her well moist pussy. The back of Lucius arced when he came and ejaculated into Myria's womb.

However, she did not crawl on his face and made her lick his mess out of her pussy. Instead, Myria just pushed her fingers deep inside her pussy and let them get soaked with his semen. Then she put her fingers to his mouth to have him lick his semen mixed with her pussy juices. When Lucius was finished cleaning her fingers, she lay beside him, wrapped his arm around her and put her head on his shoulder.

"We buried someone this evening," Myria began and explained that the old commander was dead and that Myria had been appointed as new commander by Queen Hentiope. She did not mention how the old commander had actually died. "Demosthena was once mighty fine warrior, a real leader of armed women, until she suffered a tragic head wound. Now these days, she was sitting in her own excrements, she vomited on her desk and she didn't know what day it was."

"If you should ever come home and find me in such a state, I want you to kill me, plain and simple. If you truly love me, then swear that you will do this for me."

"Swear that you will put me out of my misery, regardless if it will cost you your own life." Myria took his index finger in her hand and bent it backwards, indicating that she was going to break his fingers one by one if he did not humour her.

"I swear it," Lucius said. "Although this task will break my heart and I shall kill myself, should it come to that."

"Fine, I accept your oath," Myria said and gently squeezed his hand. Then she crawled in between his legs and forced them open. "This is so that you remember your oath," she said and without warning hammered her knee into his exposed balls. "And don't wake up my daughter with your pathetic screaming," she reprimanded him. Myria relentlessly hammered her knee into his balls while Lucius writhed in pain with his hand in his mouth to muffle his screaming. This was a brutal display of her power over him. She had not ball-busted him in quite a while, but this was a special occasion. Suddenly, she noticed that Callista was crying in the next room.

"Look what you have done, you moron!" she scolded him and punched him hard in the guts with her clinched fist. Lucius buckled up in pain while she went to curdle her daughter and feed her again. However, Myria just went to sleep when she got back into bed. She had made her point and she did not need hurt him further. Lucius lay awake for a while before sleep came due to the aching in his groin.

He was thinking about what Myria had just said, which gave the impression that she maybe wanted to keep him by her side even after she went back to fight in the Amazon wars again. Lucius did not want prey about what she actually meant. He had a feeling that these things were better left unsaid at the moment. Only time could tell what Myria had in store for him. She on the other hand had not yet bothered to inform him that she only needed one more girl child in order to return home to Amazonia. She had simply not yet made her mind up what to do with him in the future.

To be continued...

The tale of Myria and Lucius will continue in the next chapter where Lucius travels again, this time as a protector of a Hittite princess. A young slender Amazon fights a duel to the death against a big brute barbarian in the ring of honour. Later, Lucius is brutally caned by Lieutenant Dementria for being a loudmouth.

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