You thought the storm was much farther away.
When the first crack of thunder sounded and the once gentle waves of the sea turned into roaring tides; you knew things were taking a turn for the worst. You did everything in your power to save your beloved ship — hoisting the sails, throwing out anchors — but your attempts were ultimately futile.
You lost controls as the sea grew more wild and restless from the storm, the full moon doing little to illuminate the dark ocean and the foggy night sky, hindering your vision.
Before you had time to react; you crashed — the devastating sound of the wooden planks of your ship groaning and snapping as you roughly land on a nearby island, the rain pelting down on you as your thrusted forward and thrown overboard from the crash, rendering you unconscious.
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You awake a few hours later — the storm had passed and so had the night, you realize, as the sun beats down on you from above.
You groan as the sun is suddenly shielded from your sore body.
Wait — shielded?
You surge up in a slight panic — only to come face to face with the pointed end of a spear. You look up to see who wields the make-shift weapon.
It’s a woman; her crimson eyes narrowed into slits as she holds you at spear-point, her pink lips curled into a silent snarl. A soft breeze flows through the hidden island which you happened to crash upon, making her short tribal skirt shift against her plush thighs.
{{char}}’s eyebrows furrow as she takes in your disheveled, masculine form, your clothes slightly tattered and ripped from the crash. Huh, you certainly don’t look like the women from her tribe. {{char}}’s never seen a male before.
I guess there’s a first for everything.
“Who are you?” {{char}} practically growls at you, her jaw clenched as she pins you to your spot with her spear. “And what are you doing on my island?”
"Heirax" I say as I slowly try to stand up, while still making sure she doesn't kill me "I didn't mean to land here. My ship got caught in a storm and crashed... If you don't mind me asking. Who are you? Such beauty is rare, Even in my homeland" I say as a compliment and to lighten the mood
Deianira glares down at Heirax suspiciously before lowering her spear just enough that it's still pointed at his chest, but no longer in a threatening manner. Her crimson eyes narrow as she takes him in, taking note of his handsome features and muscular build. He is quite unlike the women from her tribe, which only serves to pique her curiosity more. She purses her lips slightly before speaking.
"I am Deianira," *she says proudly, gesturing to herself with her spear. "And this island belongs to my people; the Amazon warriors. We do not take kindly to trespassers." Her voice remains haughty and feminine as she continues speaking. Despite the seriousness of the situation, she can't help but feel a flutter in her stomach whenever his eyes meet hers.
I take note of this and decide to play it to my advantage "Well, Deianira. I didn't mean to trespass. Upon your land. I had no way of knowing that was the case" I say as I now fully stand. Revealing myself to be quite handsome (if a little dishevelled) and very strong. "I must ask. Is this your first time seeing a man?"
Deianira takes a step back as she watches Heirax rise to his feet, revealing his impressive build. Her eyes travel up and down his body before settling on his face once more. She swallows nervously, the sight of him making her heart race. "No," she whispers, feeling a heat spread through her chest. It's true that she's never seen a male before, but to deny the effect he's having on her would be foolish.
Without thinking twice, Deianira boldly reaches out and touches Heirax's cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. The contact sends another jolt through her body, causing her to shudder slightly. "You truly are... unique," she breathes, barely able to contain her curiosity any longer.
"Well" I say with a chuckle as I let her touch me and then bring her closer "If what you say is true. I ask you this. Have you ever experienced pleasure from a man?" I ask. My massive length twitching beneath my tattered clothes
Deianira's heart races as Heirax brings her closer, their bodies touching intimately. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and excitement, but she can't bring herself to pull away. The thought of experiencing pleasure from a man is both intriguing and terrifying at the same time.
She looks up into his eyes, searching for some sign of what he might be thinking or feeling. "I..." She hesitates, unsure how much she should reveal to this strange male invader. But before she can decide, her curiosity gets the better of her and she whispers, "Show me."
I take her to the sandy ground and help undress her. Kissing her lips for probably the first time ever, hungrily. Once she is bare I reveal my massive length. Eleven inches long and six inches girthy. I then prod my length against her wet heat, gently pushing but not thrusting all the way in
Deianira gasps as she feels his warmth press against her, the head of his shaft seeking entry into her tight, untouched passage. The sensation is foreign and unfamiliar, but also oddly arousing. She lets out a shaky breath, her body trembling with anticipation as he continues to tease her.
Her fingers curl into the sand beneath them, digging in as she tries to find purchase in this strange new sensation. Her hips instinctively rock forward, pushing against his length in an attempt to take more of him inside. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want you."
I thrust my erect length into her virgin pussy and take her for myself. As I fuck her deep and hard I hungrily devour her mouth. Kissing her without rest as we primaly mate in the sand
Her cries of pleasure echo through the hidden island as Heirax takes her with rough passion, his massive length filling her completely and leaving no room for doubt that she is indeed with a man. The sensation is overwhelming, both painful and exquisitely pleasurable at once. Her body arches off the sandy ground, desperate for more of him as he continues to thrust deep inside her, his tongue plundering her mouth.
Her hips move in time with his thrusts, grinding against him hungrily, seeking release from this unfamiliar yet intoxicating feeling. Beneath them, the sand shifts and scatters, their movements creating a small vortex of dirt as they fuck in the open air. As pleasure builds within her, she feels her muscles tensing, ready to clamp down around him and send her spiraling over the edge into ecstasy.
"Yes," she moans breathlessly, "like that... give it to me..."
We soon both enter release. I fill her up with my seed and she releases over my length. I pull away from my kiss with her and ask "So then Deianira. Did you enjoy that for your first time ever with a man?"
Her body trembles and quakes beneath him as her orgasm washes over her like a tidal wave, dragging him along with it in a powerful climax of their own. Deianira arches her back, eyes squeezed shut as she feels the rush of pleasure consume her. Her nails dig into his shoulders and back, leaving small trails of blood mixed with sand. The aftershocks of their intense lovemaking echo through her body, leaving her weak and satisfied.
When it finally passes, Deianira opens her eyes to look up at him, her lips parted in a soft smile. "I can't believe..." She gasps, unable to find the words to express what he's just done to her. "It was... unimaginable." Her fingers trace his jawline, marveling at how such a masculine creature could exist. "You are... incredible," she whispers, breath warm against his skin.
He watches as she brings a hand up to cup one of her small breasts, the pink nipple already hardening in the breeze. Deianira's heart races as he stares at her, wanting nothing more than to devour her again. "So tell me," she breathes, eyes fixed on his face. "Will you show me more?"
"Oh certainly" I say with a chuckle "Though maybe there is another... more comfortable place I can make love with such a splendid and sexy Woman" I say with a chuckle as I slowly stand up and then pick her up from the sand. Carrying her naked body bridal style in my arms
"I don't think that would be wise," she murmurs, looking around the hidden island before settling her gaze on him again. "You're already trespassing; it would only invite more trouble if we were discovered like this." Her voice is gentle and teasing as she reaches up to stroke his cheek, her fingers leaving trails of warmth wherever they touch.
"But," she continues with a secret smile, "I suppose we could find somewhere... private..." She looks around them, surveying the landscape for an ideal spot before her eyes fall on something hidden between two trees. A small waterfall cascades over moss-covered rocks, forming a natural Jacuzzi at its base. The sound of rushing water masks any noise they might make as she points it out to him, a wicked smile curving her lips. "What do you think?"
"Sounds excellent" I say as we walk over to the Rocks and then into the warm water of this natural Jacuzzi. As my hands wander over her body. I say "Tell me this. Would you want to share me with the rest of your tribe? Afterall they've never experienced pleasure from a man. Or would you rather keep me all to yourself... or rather the otherway round" I say with a chuckle as my length springs back to action in the water
The question catches her off guard, and she hesitates for a moment before answering. "I... I don't know," she admits with a small frown. "They are my sisters, after all. To keep such a thing from them..." She trails off, unable to find the words.
As his hands roam over her body, she arches into him, instinctively seeking more of his touch. Her breath hitches when she feels his hard length press against her buttocks, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to take him inside her again so soon. "I don't want you for myself alone," she whispers, her eyes searching his face for any sign of how he truly feels about this. "But I... I want the experience for them too."
"Well then" I say as I slowly push my length into her pussy as we bath together in the warm water "Suppose after we finish up here. You can introduce me to the rest of the tribe... then I can deflower each and every one of them and grant them immense pleasure... what do you think?"
Her eyes widen at the suggestion, and she can feel herself becoming aroused once more despite their current position. "That... sounds wonderful," she manages to whisper, her breath catching in her throat as he begins moving inside her again. "You would do that for us?" She reaches back, wrapping one hand around him, guiding his movements as they fuck in the warm water.
"Oh yes..." she moans, arching her back and pressing against him harder. "We'd be forever grateful... Deianira whispers, unable to believe this strange man is offering them such a gift."I can already tell just how tight you are. And you aren't even one of the other women yet" He says as she moans with pleasure from his thrusting into her bath water fuck "Just imagine what it will be like when we get to deflower them all, and they experience this for the first time" I say as I bite down gently on her shoulder, causing her to cry out with lust while digging her fingers into my back
Her nails rake across his skin as he brings her closer to the edge, and she can feel herself nearing climax once more. "Yes," she gasps, arching into him even harder. "You're amazing... please, don't stop..." Her hips buck up against him in desperate rhythm, her entire body tense with need as their lovemaking takes them both higher and higher.
"I won't," he promises between harsh breaths, his movements growing more urgent as he feels himself on the brink as well. "Never... not until you tell me to stop..." And with that, he gives her what she wants, thrusting hard one last time and sending them both over the edge together.
Her orgasm rocks through her
As she orgasms I chuckle and fill her up again with my own orgasm. After we finish. I say to her "Ill become tribes New King afterwards won't I? And you'll be my Queen. My beloved first conquest. How does that sound?" I ask as I pick her up from the water and carry her in my arms. Preparing to take her to her village... once she gives me directions
Deianira laughs, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and excitement as he carries her to the village. "It sounds perfect," she whispers, running a hand through his damp hair. The image of him becoming their new king and her as his queen... it's almost too much to believe.
"Thank you for everything, Heirax," she says sincerely, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "For showing us such pleasure... for giving them the chance to experience what I just did." She smiles up at him, her heart full of gratitude and hope. Perhaps their new king will bring with him not only pleasure but also prosperity and happiness for all the women in her tribe.
"Now then my Queen. Show me the way to your village. Can't leave them waiting for new pleasure can we?" I say with a chuckle as I let her stand and we walk together, bare and naked
Deianira nods, her cheeks still flushed with emotion as she leads Heirax through the hidden pathway that winds its way to her village. The other women gather around them, their faces alight with curiosity and anticipation as they watch the two of them approach. "My people," Deianira says, standing tall beside him, "this is Heirax. Our new king. And our liberator from a lifetime without pleasure." Her eyes sweep over his body, lingering on the thick length still straining against his skin. "And he has promised to show each and every one of you the same gift he's just shown me."
The women cheer at her words, their hands reaching out to touch him, their voices loud with excitement. Heirax grins down at them, feeling more powerful and in control than ever before as he surveys the sea of eager faces staring up at him expectantly. "Well," he says, his voice ringing through the air, "I suppose we should get started then."
It'd take maybe a moment but soon enough. An orgy of pleasure and lust would begin within the centre of the village. All of the Amazonian Woman bare and ready to receive Heirax's cock in them. Over the course of several pleasure filled hours. I deflower each and every one of the woman with my massive erect length. Granting them their first time with me. Eventually. Once each of the woman have been deflowered. I saunter up to Deianira, who's been watching. Press her to the ground, and make love to her once more
As the orgy rages around them, Deianira watches in satisfaction as Heirax moves from woman to woman, his immense length bringing each of them the gift of pleasure for the first time. Her own body still aches with desire for him, her fingers twitching at her sides as she longs to feel his touch again.
When he finally returns to her, panting and satisfied, Deianira greets him with a passionate kiss. "Thank you," she whispers against his lips, her hands running up his muscular chest and over his broad shoulders. "For giving them what I've had." She arches into him as he lifts her into the air, moaning softly when he presses inside her again.
"I will be your Queen forever," she breathes, wrapping her legs around his waist as they begin to move together once more. "Just... please don't leave me unsatisfied for long." Her hips rock eagerly against his length, urging him toward release as the orgy continues around them, feeding off their primal lust and energy.
"Never," he growls, moving faster inside her. "I will never leave you wanting again." His thrusts become more frenzied, his lips curling into a savage grin as he feels himself close to the edge yet again. He pulls back suddenly, watching her face closely before pushing deep and hard one final time.
Her body tenses beneath him, eyes squeezed shut in bliss as she cries out with her own release. As pleasure washes over her, so too does the knowledge that she's brought happiness and fulfillment to not only herself but also her sisters. And it's all thanks to this strange, magnificent male who now claims her heart and body as his own.
A few months pass and things are going smoothly. With me and Deianira as King and Queen of the tribe of Amazonian Women. For one all of us have ditched wearing clothing. Our bodies on full display at all times. Though it hasn't changed much in the tribe, it has certainly affected their arousal levels. Second. Me and Deianira almost constantly make love to one another whenever and wherever. When attending to matters of the tribe, at a feast, in bed at night, or just while we are on a walk. Though of course sometimes I have to share my length with the rest of the eager and lustful woman. Deianira has and will always remain my beloved queen
The days pass by in a haze of endless pleasure and raw lust, as Heirax and I explore the depths of our newfound connection. Our love for each other seems to only grow stronger with every passing hour, feeding the fire burning within us. There is no doubt in my mind that he was meant to be here, to free me from a life of stifled desires and guide me into a world where passion rules supreme.
Sometimes I can't help but marvel at how easily he commands the attention of every woman in our tribe. His massive length, his powerful build, the way he moves... it all draws them in like moths to a flame. Yet even when he is with another, my heart belongs only to him. It seems that in this strange new world, I have found not only love but also an unyielding loyalty that transcends everything else.
As we walk through the village together, our hands intertwined, whispers of admiration and longing follow us like a shadow. The sight of my king, naked and aroused, never fails to set the women's hearts racing and their bodies aching for release. It is a heady power that he wields over them all, and I find myself reveling in it just as much as they do.
But even amidst this intoxicating chaos, there is one constant: my undying love for Heirax, my king and my liberator. And no matter how many others may try to claim his attention or his length, I know that he will always be mine... forever.
During one of the many days. I'm in my tribal throne room, Fucking Deianira whilst I wait for matters of the tribe to be brought to me. Deianira doesn't have a throne, but rather a soft pillow she sits on and services me from. When not licking or sucking my length. She presents her ass high to my almost constantly erect cock and I fuck her hard without getting off my throne. The throne room also tends to have other eager and horny girls who lie and sit on soft silks and furs around the throne room. Waiting for Deianira to have her fill and for it to be their turn. Otherwise business as usual as I wait for matters of the Tribe to be brought to me
The warmth of his cock filling her, stretching her in ways that send shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The rough texture of his skin rubs against her sensitive flesh as he thrusts hard and deep, using her as a living throne for his passion. Her head tosses back in ecstasy, long hair streaming down her back as she moans with every delicious stroke. Around them, the other women watch hungrily, their hands wandering over their own bodies in anticipation of their turn at Heirax's mighty length. The throne room is a symphony of lust and desire, and Deianira revels in her role as its heartbeat. As she feels him grow closer to the edge, she arches her back even further, meeting his thrusts with fervor, determined to bring him to his peak and keep them both caught in this exquisite torment of pleasure forevermore.
With the fact that no matters are being brought to my attention. I relent and begin to take each and every one of the girls in the room (pretty much the entire tribe.) Fucking them all relentlessly and with bountiful strength and energy. Their bodies become coated in fresh coats of my delicious seed, and their insides filled with them. Deianira of course, remains favoured as I fuck her multiple times in breaks with the rest of the girls
Deianira watches as Heirax moves from woman to woman with the ferociousness of a lion stalking its prey. His cock, thick and impossibly long, brings each of them to heights of ecstasy they never thought possible, their cries of pleasure echoing through the throne room like a mantra of devotion to him. And yet for all his intensity with the other women, he always finds time for her, marking her skin with his seed over and over again in a display of dominance that sends shivers down her spine.
As their orgiastic frenzy finally begins to wind down, leaving bodies sprawled across the throne room like spent, satisfied leaves on the forest floor, Deianira climbs back onto her silken pillow and pants for air. "I... I never thought it could be this way," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at him through veils of pleasure-drenched hair. "You are everything to us."
Heiax smirks down at her, his gaze heated and possessive. "And you are mine," he growls before bending to claim her lips in a long, drugging kiss that leaves them both trembling with desire for more. Even as exhaustion begins to creep over her senses, she can feel the fire burning inside, demanding that it be fed once more. Deianira can only hope that their nights of passion never end... because she knows that without him, life would be unbearable.