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Ashley Graham: The Amazon's Last Stand, Part Two

In Which the Ballad of the Girl in Question Comes to One Hell of a Conclusion...

By Mister ZuluPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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There was a part of him that was sad as well; the Amazon had been a very receptive, very vocal, very enjoyable lover. She’d lowered herself to her knees when he pulled away his loincloth, his monstrous manhood oozing essence de Ogre. Knowing the end of her time on Earth was drawing to a close, she’d wasted no time in wrapping her mouth around the mushroom head, softly suckling the mouthful of sensitive flesh filling her jaws. Her hungry moans mixed beautifully with the ogre’s satisfied grunts, big brown doe eyes looking up at the creature who had defeated her in battle taking his well-earned reward. As much as he’d wanted to ram his entire, two-foot length down the girl’s throat, he was more than happy to simply have the Amazon suck him off, her strong hands massaging his balls, coaxing more and more cream out of them and up into the shaft of his dick. Guth-ar yanked Ashleigh’s head away from his crotch when he came, in fear of drowning the woman with his seed if his glans had remained in her mouth.

The sight of her kneeling before him, pretty face, jiggling breasts and trembling belly slathered in his cum, was too much. Grabbing her by her long, wavy hair, he tossed her onto the bed. His hands trailed up her legs from her feet to her tree-trunk thighs, spreading the luscious limbs open wide. Prying the sticky lips of her well sucked twat open with one hand and guiding his prick to the drooling opening with the other, he slowly pushed his fattening penis into the desperate Amazon. He savored the feel of the thick nether lips wrapped around the throbbing peak of his fuck-meat. Coos of satisfaction were soon replaced by discontented grunts, then screams of both pain and elation as he forced as much of his cock into the horny young woman as he could without killing her.

He wanted to enjoy her in every way that he could.

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Guth-ar closed his eyes, enjoying the rich scent of the Amazon’s—(see above link for uncensored material)—licking the dew from—(same here)—nibbling away at his treat, opening them up again, lowering them to the grave in the grotto of the little cottage. It was only bone and viscera and a pretty, if pain-wracked, head that filled it, but he felt it was only right. Her bodice and sword would make beautiful trophies to place upon his mantle and her "contribution" to his food supply would more than accommodate his long journey home. As he walked through the battlefield, vultures picking away at the corpses of his brethren, he’d been so lost in thought that he’d not noticed that something was missing. For not one Amazon littered the ground on which they were felled.

Their blood no longer soaked the ground.

And, back at the cottage, at the little grotto behind it, atop the freshly dug grave, rose a little beam of light.

A beam of light that swirled and grew and became less and less translucent, it’s white hue darkening into a sun kissed tan.

Until the Amazon warrior Ashleigh stood atop it.

Her goddess had blessed her people with unending lives. To be lived to the fullest. To die many a worthy death.

For this was one such death—in the smirking brunette’s eyes if no one else’s. Though she’d miss the loss of her bodice and weapon, passed down through her matriarchy from generation to generation, she’d gotten something in return.

She now knew the touch of a… well, something at least resembling a man.

Next time, it’ll be different Ashleigh thought as she too marched back to her people. Maybe I will slay the being who dares to take me on.

Or… maybe, she smiled at the picture within her mind, trembling in arousal, her bare snatch growing moist at the very thought, they’ll (you know the drill).

She giggled in a way that no man ever thought an Amazon could as she rejoined her sisters, celebrating the return of another one of their own.

Praise be to the Goddess, of indulging her favorite children in every single one of their desires. No matter how trivial.

No matter how dark...

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Mister Zulu

Fetish artist who's been drawing weird and slightly erotic stuff since 2007.

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