The Amazon's Love

--artwork by mikurou (nayuta)-- It was supposed to be a simple quest collecting ore, a simple journey through the well explored and well mapped caverns west of the great settlement of Segovia. Yet somehow, here was Arnette, struggling in the dark to create fire from a few large twigs he’d found. He didn’t need to see the dank chamber he was in however, to know that he had stumbled upon unknown territory. Moments ago, he was maneuvering the winding corridors with his good friend Gawain, before they were ambushed by ogres—who must have settled there recently—and Arnette was told to step back out of danger.

Arnette felt ashamed that he was so useless in a fight. He was a small, shaggy haired man, with tan skin and not a lick of meat on his bones aside from his legs. He was quick on his feet, yet more of late it seemed he did much more running from the danger than towards it. Today, like any other day in recent memory, he was a mere burden to his friend Gawain. Arnette fell through the floor after the fight began, the ground crumbling beneath him. He was terribly worried over his friend and he was sure Gawain felt the same.

A smoldering light burst forth from the tip one of the sticks, illuminating the cave as well as extinguishing all worry from Arnette’s mind for a few moments—a small victory. His reprieve was short to last, as he began to wander the underground tunnels to find a way out and back to his friend. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if Gawain were to die protecting him. It used to be so different, Arnette thought. When we were both young I kept up with him at our horseplay and our daily chores. We were on equal footing.

Being so lost in thought, he bumped into a wall. He gathered himself and continued to move forward, his mind still in the past, back to the moment it all changed. Gawain and he had both decided to become adventurers after the death of each of their families in a village raid by bandits. They had no other way to make it on their own in such a harsh world. Arnette couldn’t keep up however. It was all swell in the beginning, Arnette quick as a thief, snatching the gear from their enemies and making quick work of any chests they’d come across. They even met a few fellow adventurers along the way who joined their band. As the obstacles became fiercer however, Arnette fell behind. One day, his mistakes got their other comrades killed, leaving just him and Gawain to the future. They decided to never join up with any others from then on, and to only go after quests within their capabilities. The guilt was too much for Arnette though and his skills regressed and he became a cowardly man.

Gawain never left him though. He stayed by his side and protected his friend, carrying the load so that they could both continue to live the comfortable lives’ they had gained. How can I call myself a friend to him? Arnette thought.

Suddenly a yell rang out through the cavern. It was Gawain! Knowing his friend was in trouble, Arnette ran with new vigor through the serpentine tunnels. I have to help him, he thought fearfully. I can’t let this happen again! Not to him! He could see a light breaking through just ahead. Hopeful that it was a way out, he ran towards the crack of light with more determination than he’d ever shown in his life. He quickly arrived and came to a halt at the sight of a brightened room filled with snaking vines all about and a blinding light illuminating a large skeleton and a long battle axe at its side.

Approaching the corpse, Arnette quickly realized just how big it was. His friend Gawain was a rather large man and yet this person had to have been at least several feet taller than even him. There was only one group of people ever to stand so tall. Those were the Amazons; though they were said to have all died out.

There was no time to admire the discovery though and Arnette swiftly tried to grab hold of and lift the colossal axe. Not surprisingly, it was far too heavy for him. As another shout echoed through the cavern he tried once again… and again… and again. His only thought was taking up this weapon and saving his companion.

Eventually he felt it budge! With grit teeth and a huge heave he went at it again.

Arnette didn’t realize it at the moment—his eyes closed as he was pulling with all his might—but his body was growing stronger. His arms started to ripple with new-found strength. Muscular hills rose all around his frail limbs, twitching and shifting as they grew. The same happened to his legs, to his entire body. The usually scrawny, yet nimble body of Arnette was bulking up. As his core began to tighten with rock-hard steadiness the axe finally gave way, flinging upwards into the air.

“AGGGHNN!!!”

Arnette did it! He dug deep inside and found a strength he hadn’t known. That’s what he thought as he opened his eyes and stared triumphantly at the axe he held in his hands. To his shock though, his hands appeared to be larger and more thick-knuckled. Gazing over the rest of his body he noticed that he had changed considerably. He was as muscular as Gawain now, with a puffed out chest and larger arms and legs—all pure muscle. He stood with a stronger posture than before, his body softly flexing.

“Oh my… can this be?” Arnette questioned with a bit of uneasiness. He didn’t expend much time pondering on the why and how. “It doesn’t matter. I can save Gawain now!” He planted into a powerful stance, ready to dart towards the bright light shining ahead of him that was surely the exit. “I’m coming Gawain!”

Before his legs could take off though his body froze. It felt like a pair of weights had been strapped to his limbs halting any movement. Arnette’s body gave out and he collapsed onto his hands and knees. The axe he held hit the ground with a shrill CLANG a few feet in front of him.

A sharp pain began to rack his body. It felt as if every fiber and tendon within him was tearing apart and moving unnaturally. He could feel his muscles bulging even more. Kicking his head downwards to the ground he screamed out in agony, spreading his legs wide, as he felt his limbs growing in size. A sudden growth spurt hit him and it was beyond painful.

Arnette foamed from the mouth. Cracking noises filled the cavernous space as his structure reshaped into a taller, broader goliath. He cast his eyes towards the skeleton on the ground whose axe he had taken. I’m as huge as that warrior by… he thought. A spark of clarity hit his mind. It was as if he understood the cause of his sudden growth and strength.

The strength… of the Amazons…

“Gaahh!!” Arnette cried out, as his body worked faster at its transformation. His clothing began to tear into shreds. He was a very small man to begin with that his clothes may as well look like a child’s on an Amazons’ body. “So much power!!” What was left of his clothing was wrapped in tatters around his body, leaving Arnette’s now god-like physique free. He appeared as if something carved from marble, on display in the greatest of castles. He was flawless.

The pain subsided and he soon began to gather himself. In his mind though, something was slipping. Arnette knew it wasn’t over. He could feel a lingering force within his gut. His mind seemed clouded, unsure of where he was. But he knew where he was, what he wished to do! My friend Gawa… Ga… oh no! He thought in a desperate struggle. What is his na-

The force in his gut broke loose and his midsection snapped inward with violent authority, ending all hope for a clear recollection. His mind was immediately sent back into a swirl of confusion. His sense of self was fading fast. Staring at the axe before him, he muttered, “The axe…. That cursed axe.”

His sides pulled in once more, lending his figure a leaner—yet still unnaturally muscular—more feminine shape.

Arnette turned his head down towards his belly to gaze upon his new form, but instead was attracted to the sight of his exposed erect cock. He couldn’t deny that excitement was starting to arise in his mind. This intense strength filling him up felt as good, better even, than the finest massage he’d often be treated to by the servants at the fancier inns he and his friend would often stay at. He could feel their hands now, working his body, molding his muscles.

As Arnette came to enjoy the moment, his body showed no signs of ceasing its change. The size of his hands remained brutish, but gained a softer quality to them—his fingers now much more thin. His hips widened and his butt enlarged into a tight sculpted beaut. It was a perfect blend of strength and sexuality. His face grew rounder in its shape, his eyebrows thinner, and his nose smaller. Womanly grace fell upon his face as Arnette began to struggle within his mind over his identity.

Thoughts of his friend soon began to fade into thoughts of a sister… many sisters. Protect… couldn’t protect, he somberly thought. I couldn’t’ protect my sisters. Visions of the dead Amazon race of warrior women flooded his mind and soon every trace that was Arnette was seemingly washed away. What was left was a giant warrior, unaware of where and who she was.

“Sisters!!” The amazon woman cried out with tears in her eyes. Her thoughts quickly gathered after the initial shock of her awakening and she began to look upon her body. She was met with the sight of an erect man’s cock! There was small bit of cum trickling from the tip.

Her delicate face had an ingrained sternness to it now. Looking at it in disgust she relented, “What is this foul appendage doing on my body!” She also realized that her breasts were absent as well. “Hera’s gifts, they’re gone!”

The cock twitched in excitement between her massive thighs. She scoffed at the pleasure bellowing from the thing. This is clearly a curse that has befallen me, she thought. I will not be done in so easy to temptation. Each time her thighs rubbed against the member, exciting it, it seemed to shrivel in size. The Amazon knew what she had to do and grabbed hold of the cock.

Irritated, she surmised, “If it must be done so be it.” She quickly began beating off the excited staff, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She remained steadfast in trying to ignore the sensations. It became difficult though, once something more tantalizing to her pride emerged. As the cock grew smaller, her breasts returned, growing bigger at a splendid rate. Her muscles too grew once more, gaining an even harder, more defined shape on her curvaceous body.

“Yes, The body of my sisters. It’s returning to me!” She moaned out in joy. “Oh Hera bless me!”

Faster and faster she went, her mind growing foggy. Loads of cum spilled forth from the cock each time it shrank. It was as if the curse was expelling itself from her system. She couldn’t believe she was partaking in such a despicable act, but it was working. She was sure her pride as an Amazon warrior would prevail and she’d return to her former glory. She could no longer speak, so merely moaned, as the cock fizzled to a small nub between her legs. With one final spurt it was gone and the Amazon woman was dealt a fissure of pleasure unlike anything that came before.

“Ahhh, Ahnn, ohh Hera!” she shrieked in ecstasy as her hips inflated even further outwards and a warm seeping slit opened between her legs. Her womanhood had returned.

She thrashed about as her muscles seized with whatever remaining strength they could force out. Her body shook violently as her thighs, calves, biceps, core, all shot up like rigid hills and hardened themselves like tempered steel. Her chest heaved forward over and over as her breasts bounced wildly about while pressed against the cold ground—her nipples chilled and hardened—and grew enormous in size compared to any normal woman’s.

Out of breath for the moment, she cherished the return of her true self. Her hair slowly crawled out across her back, turning a bright, shiny gray. Her locks were soft like the finest silk—assuredly blessed by the goddess Hera herself.

She soon rose up and looked upon her body with a harsh warrior’s smile. Her exaggerated hourglass form—small head, large breasts, thin waist and massive thighs, bottom and legs—was the thing of beauty… and power. So much muscle was packed onto this womanly visage it would likely seem unreal to most. Alas though, a new Amazon had indeed been born.

The amazon felt ashamed though that she couldn’t remember her name or where she hailed from. She only knew of her lineage and their customs, what she was.

“Am I the last of my kind?” She softly questioned, feeling she already knew the answer.

She took the armor from her fallen sister and donned it. The metallic armored bikini that thinly covered her crotch and breasts, the black leather gauntlets, and gold armlet and single-rim tiara, all fit exactly as if it were made for her.

Unsure of what to do next, she stood in deep thought before hearing a loud battle cry ring out from the tunnel ahead of her where the light shown through. Her warrior instincts kicked in and she picked up her battle axe and cut through the heavy vines blocking the path. Stone steps lead up to the ground floor of the cavern. There she was met with the sight of a blond haired, green-eyed knight, clad in silver armor over all but his head, sword in hand, fighting valiantly against a horde of ogres.

Gawain heard a voice call out, “Warrior, I will assist you!” Before he knew it, a stalwart Amazon burst in front of him, taking out several ogres in her path with one far-reaching swing of her axe. Exhausted, he took a step back, in awe of her strength and speed. She made remarkably quick work of their adversaries.

Once the fight was finished the Amazon turned to Gawain with a playful scowl. “Ha ha, not even a sweat!” she bragged. Gawain was immediately taken back by how beautiful this woman was. He’d always heard of the Amazon’s unrivaled beauty. He often thought that they might be exaggerated however, in the many old paintings of them and tall tales that spoke of them. Clearly he was very wrong and was unaware of his flustered appearance as the amazon looked at him disgusted.

“A man like all the others I see! Must you really…” the woman barked before growing silent after a good look at the knight. Something stirred within her at the sight of this man, something familiar. She too became flustered. Is this another curse? she thought. No… something with this man makes me feel so… blissful. It is not simple lust I feel.

Gawain, nervous, approached her and said, “I-I’m sorry! I just, never expected to see an Amazon here of all places. Had you not all died out?”

The amazon tried to keep herself calm and collected while thinking she’d better leave.

“Y-yes we did. I am the last. I… I should be going.”

“Wait!” Gawain yelled as he grabbed hold of the woman’s arm. Probably a stupid thing to do, yet he felt relaxed around her for some reason. “Thank you for saving me, I am in your debt, but please. I must know. Did you see another man down there? I saw you come from below. He was dressed in green, with a brown cowl.”

The amazon’s heart began to race after he touched her.

“S-sorry. I know not of this man.”

“I see… well, I must be off then. I will look for him.”

“Wait! I…” The amazon felt like she couldn’t be away from this man. What was happening to her!? She wanted to be with him. She could sense he felt the same. It was like she knew him deep down all her life. She knew what Hera might think of her and yet… she didn’t wish to fight it. Being the last of her kind perhaps made her vulnerable. She wouldn’t deny the blasphemy in her thoughts, but she desperately sought companionship deep in her soul, knowing she was the last of her kind. “I’m coming with you. I can’t leave a knight barely able to stand to his own down there.”

Gawain cracked a smile at her and said with a warm tone, “Thank you.”

***

After a full day of searching they returned to a nearby town. Gawain was stricken with grief, sure that his friend was dead. The Amazon wished to console him, but was not sure how.

They sat in their inn that night, a bed each, the crackling fireplace illuminating them both, heads down.

“I’m sorry about your friend.” The Amazon said.

“I always knew it’d happen someday… and yet I never spoke out. We could’ve done anything less dangerous than adventurers.” Gawain relented as he brought his hands to his face. “This is my fault. Keeping him tied down to this life!”

“Look at me Gawain!”

The amazon woman grabbed hold of his shoulders and held him firm in front of her. Her blue eyes emitted a powerful beauty amongst her determined stare.

“What I saw today is an honorable warrior who’d give his life for a friend. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are a man worthy of praise.” A sense of nostalgia ran through the woman’s mind though she couldn’t discern why. “I have the sense you continued down this path to forge a life better for your friend. People will be lost to this world though, it is unavoidable. All my sisters are gone. And yet I continue on, forging my own path.”

“You… thank you.” Gawain wiped any tears from his eyes and looked rejuvenated as he stared deeply into the captivating Amazon’s gaze. “I don’t even know your name.”

The amazon struggled to find it among the deepest reaches of her mind, but to no avail. The curse that was cast upon her must have erased any sense of who she was, except her Amazon pride and identity. Though she didn’t feel much like an Amazon anymore—being here with this man whom she was becoming more and more attracted to. Perhaps deep down there was a cornered instinct that wished to carry on her race by whatever means necessary; but no, she knew this arousal she was feeling was much more than that. She… loved this man. Perhaps Hera herself brought them together for such a purpose.

“My name is, Areto.”

“Areto…” Gawain sensually spoke before planting his lips softly against the Amazon woman’s own.

Areto was silently overjoyed at the action. She let it linger there for a while, though inside she was exuding intense sexual energy.  She was a lion ready to pounce. It was said that Amazon women that were given the honor of mating experienced the fiercest of awakenings. Truly this is the blessing of Hera, she thought.

Areto threw Gawain down onto the bed with great force. She slowly took off her bikini while breathing heavy like an animal in heat.

“Areto…” Gawain spoke short of breath as he stiffened in his pants. He had wanted her the first time he laid eyes on her. He was already in his basic attire, so it was easy for him to quickly work himself out of his undergarments.

Exuding confidence, and with a chuckle, Areto seductively spoke, “Oh Gawain. Do you know what you’ve done?” Disrobed, she positioned herself over him, her hands gripping so tightly to his arms that it was actually painful to Gawain—though he relished it all the same, her strength and beauty admirable. “You are now mine and mine alone.”

Suddenly Gawain felt her full weight smash on top of him as she slammed his cock inside her. Her ass felt like a heavy wheat sack planting on top of his hips. By god, she was the strongest, most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He didn’t dare stop her from moving as she was, up and down on his member, her perverse smile a treasure.

Areto’s enormous ass smacked against Gawain again and again. Her hands were pressed firmly against his chest. Noticing the well-sculpted strength of her man she teased, “My big, strong knight. Do not disappoint!”

In response, Gawain grabbed hold of Areto’s hips and helped her stay firmer in her motions while also trying to match her movements with plenty of fight on his end.

“Oh Areto! You are more beautiful than any painting! More gorgeous than any lady I’ve laid eyes on. Ahn… ohhh. Auhn!”

Areto was overcome with joy. Who would’ve thought such a worthy man could exist. She could be with him forever, cherish his love, raise a family with him, and keep her race of warrior sisters alive! Her ass bounced higher and faster and Areto’s head cocked back as she became lost in the moment. This beautiful man could bring her such happiness.

Areto grabbed violently onto Gawain’s shoulders and he grunted in reaction to her overwhelming strength. She leaned forward and thrusted with ridiculous speed. She was a lover unlike any other he’d been with. She was so much stronger than him. The fact that such a woman could exist—that could make him feel so small by comparison—it excited him to no end. All he could do was wait for her to finish him, her slit clamping him so tightly he couldn’t let it out if he wanted to. The only reprieve would be whenever she’d give in.

“Uhn… ohh! Oh Areto!”

Areto was close; she was ready to be with this man for eternity.

“My man! My beautiful knight!! Ahnn! Ohhhh!!”

Both of them cried out in bliss as Gawain fired ropes of cum into the waiting womb of Areto, consummating their love.

As they laid there in the aftermath, each found their own joy in what this meant. Gawain had lost a friend but had gained a lover and companion. Areto found companionship, a great love, and a way to keep the Amazon race alive. They both chuckled a bit before drifting to sleep in each other’s brawny warrior arms.

Years later the two continued their adventurous ways. They’d become the fiercest tag-team in the land, taking on many difficult tasks with ease. Training with Areto proved useful for Gawain as his skills grew even more under her tutelage. He even bulked up a bit more to Areto’s delight. They also had 2 daughters now, Clete and Valasca, to carry on the Amazon legacy.