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Chapter 16: Amazonian Recompense

Max let out a hoarse cough as his body felt like it had gone through a wringer. However, he couldn't deny that was glad that Diana's mother, Hippolyta, had agreed to let Max stay and recover after his fight with Ultimate Elementor. Though, he got the feeling that a few amazons weren't too thrilled about a guy hanging around a little while longer. Not that he could blame them given their history; from what Diana told him, their dealings with the male gender were less than ideal and outright hostile as a default.

However, times have changed them and he has been told that only a small percentage of Themyscira's amazons believe men should be killed on sight and on mass. Mostly the Amazons of the older generation. So the younger members are more cautious and curious about meeting some men. Another part of Max hopes that his helping save the island would improve things here. This is why he was heading to a small villa that had been selected to let Max stay in, at least until the repairs to Themyscira were completed and Max himself had recovered. Upon entering, the hero made his way to the bedroom currently, ready to get a good night's sleep.

Max was so caught up in his thoughts and honestly tired that he didn't notice two Amazons sneaking up behind him. Next thing he knew, he was yanked into the villa's bath by two pairs of hands. He would have yelled had not a very strong hand slapped over his mouth. Max tried to grab at the arm to try and pull the hand off his mouth, but both his hands were held down by the second assailant. Max continued to struggle until he felt the backs of his legs hit a stone bench and he was pulled back... between the first assailant's legs?

"You don't have to worry, boy," assured a woman whose tone was both seductively alluring and chilling to the bone. Pausing for a moment, he glanced back to see who it was. Right behind him was a very beautiful and very fit Amazon with brown eyes, tanned skin, and long dark hair that was tied into a ponytail with two long bangs reaching down to her bust. Just below her left eye was an omega symbol, "We mean you no harm."

"We wish to thank you," said the other amazon, bringing the young man's attention to the other who had much darker skin, and shorter hair, with a gold headband, earrings, a necklace, golden chest plate that pushed her bust up while also showing off her pecks, and a leather belt with a gold buckle.

He briefly encountered both women during the battle with Elementor. The one in front of him was named Philippus and the other was Myrina; Themyscira's General and greatest assassin respectively. Both were extremely beautiful, but the low lights in the room they were currently in and the steam from the hot bath gave them a more enchanting appearance. Max let out a muffled grunt as he tried to get himself free, but found that Amazons were much stronger than him. It didn't help he was still pretty exhausted from the fight and very sore.

"You must be so drained from the battle," cooed Myrina, her free hand drifting down while her nails dragged against his skin. In order for him to stand out less, Steel made a sort of Ancient Greek outfit. That regrettably meant that a lot of skin was exposed, particularly his torso, "Not to mention having risked your life to save our own."

"Which is why we are here to repay a debt," said Philippus, as she leaned in a little closer, her bust straining behind the bustier she wore and was right in Max's face. The hero couldn't help but look right at her cleavage.

"So, allow us to help you... recover," Myrina purred, leading Max to think that this was her idea somehow and he couldn't decide if the deadliest Amazonian assassin taking an interest in you is a good thing or a bad thing. But it seemed like he didn't have much say in the matter at all.

A few moments later, Max and the two Amazonian warriors were in the large bath, having stripped off their clothes. The women helped Max disrobe as they settled into a position that was comfortable. For his part, Max just let the two do as they please, not that he could really stop them if he tried.

Like before, Max was sitting between Myrina's legs as she was behind him, her very large bust acting as a sort of pillow. Despite how muscular she was, Myrina's skin still felt insanely soft. He was a bit lower than previously, so the back of his head rested in her cleavage.

Myrina herself seemed content with having Max sit where he was, her left hand still over his mouth, so as not to let his groans escape too loudly. Her right hand was free to trail up and down his sides. Occasionally, she would lean down, to kiss and nibble on his ear.

Philippus on the other hand was leaning into Max's side. Her bust pressed into his ribs as she used her left hand to trail across his stomach and pectoral muscles. The Amazonian general was idly kissing and licking Max's left nipple. She would occasionally glance up at Max, to see his expression before resuming her actions.

"Do you like that, boy?" Whispered Myrina as she nipped on his earlobe before giving it a tiny lick.

Her right hand drifted down from his chest to his stomach, bumping into Philippus's hand for a moment before dragging further down. Slipping even further down, Myrina's hand reached Max's very erect cock and firmly grasped his member, causing the young man to groan and lean back more into her bosom. She let out a sensuous chuckle as she began to slowly stroke his length, placing delicate kisses on his shoulder, and tilting his head to one side to grant access to his neck.

Philippus not wanting to be out done, decided to also stroke Max's length. The Amazonian General sitting up a bit more, her bust dragging against Max's chest as she was now eye level with the hero. Glancing briefly at Myrina, the Amazon holding the young man nodded as she removed her hand from his mouth, but the moment she did so, Philippus leaned in and captured Max's lips in a searing kiss that stole both parties' breaths away. The dark-skinned warrior easily forced the hero's tongue into submission.

At no point, did Max ever think that he'd be trapped between two very beautiful and very athletic women. He had fantasies like any other person, but this was something he didn't think he would find hot. Some part of him was glad he was wrong, but another was worried what might happen if any other Amazon on the island found out. Especially if Diana found out. He got the feeling she wouldn't be too pleased to hear what he and two of her sisters did shortly after Ultimate Elementor did to their home. He just wasn't sure who she would be more mad at; him or her sisters.

His thoughts were interrupted when Philippus brought her hand down a bit further to tug and a massage his balls. A long, muffled groan escaped Max as he clenched his eyes shut.

"I do believe he enjoyed that, sister," noted Myrina as she dragged her hand up to his tip, rubbing her thumb against his cock head.

"I can tell, Myrina," replied Philippus, a smile gracing her face as she pulled back a bit, leaving Max a panting mess, "but let's see what else he may enjoy."

Myrina adopted a grin as she glanced down at Max. A few ideas coming to mind.

Moments later, Max was on his back on the bathroom floor. His head was resting on Philippus's lap, the Amazon holding his arms down while Myrina was kneeling above his stomach. It seemed like Myrina and Philippus had planned this ahead as they had a bowl of scented massage oil ready. Also, they seemed to want to make sure Max wouldn't object at any moment, so they had brought a sash and a wad of cloth for a makeshift gag. With their prize properly silenced, the two had gotten to work.

Slowly, Myrina scooped up some of the oil into her hand and lifted it to her chest. She let the viscous substance drip down onto her body, the light from the torches in the bath catching the Amazon's curves and the oil. Some of the oil would drip onto Max's stomach, the liquid was warm and very unique.

"This oil is very special, boy," informed Myrina as she applied another handful of the oil to herself, the liquid dripping down her body, "It can make one's body very soft."

Having applied a sufficient amount of massage oil, Myrina got to work, she leaned down and let her large bust smear the oil across Max's chest. The hero could feel her firm her bust was, but also how soft her skin felt. Her nipples were also quite hard and erect. Myrina slid up Max's body, reaching his neck, she leaned in to drag her tongue across an artery before planting a kiss. Her hands weren't idle either, grazing up his sides, feeling up his lean physique.

Kissing along his neck a bit more, Myrina rose up until her bust was right in Max's face. The oil and the generous size of the assassins breasts nearly cut off the young man's air supply. Thankfully, Myrina pulled back, letting Max suck in some air through his nose.

"I doubt Diana would be pleased to hear that one of her allies perished under her watch," noted Philippus as she glanced at Myrina for a moment.

"Obviously not," agreed the woman trained by Athena herself, "but she doesn't need to know that, does she?"

Having said that, Myrina began to slide back down, spreading more of the oil as she had something a little different in mind. The young hero's erection was painfully obviously to all in the room, but Myrina wanted to prologue their time together. Kissing down his body, Myrina made her way to Max's erection. The hero could feel every part of the Amazon's body slide across his length, groaning as he leaned his head further into Philippus's lap.

Smiling as she reached her target, Myrina, delicately took hold of Max's cock, her hands smeared with massage oil. The young man groaned as she gently stroked his penis.

"I hope you understand, boy," said Myrina with a sensual but ominous tone as she let go of Max's cock with one hand and reached for something that was in her pile of clothes. After a moment of searching, she found what she was looking for, "but we Amazons, prefer to take our time."

CLACK

Max let out a startled yelp as he tried sitting up, feeling something cold, tight, and metal on the base of his cock, but Philippus held him down. The most he could do was tilt his head up to see what Myrina had done. On his cock was a metal ring that went around his balls and cock to make sure it didn't slip off. It also felt like it had a metal bearing attached to it. The bearing itself pressed into his urethral from the outside. The metal clack he heard was the Amazon locking the contraption in place.

"Don't worry, boy," purred Myrina as she slipped down further, showing Max the key as she hung it around her neck so it would dangle right above her cleavage. Next thing she did was slide her arms underneath his legs to lift them over her shoulder, "You won't lose your precious manhood. It's just to make you won't cum too soon."

Max could feel her hot breath on his cock, which was twitching and painfully hard. Taking a teasing lick, Myrina's tongue just grazed Max's cock but earned an aroused groan from the man.

"We have plenty of time to get very acquainted," cooed Philippus as she let go of Max's arms, but held him close as she lifted him up so his head was tucked underneath her chin. Her hands went to work, teasing his nipples. The hero let out a moan from the actions of both Myrina and Philippus.

Max didn't know if this was some kind of heaven or hell. All he knew was he was in for a long and somewhat frustrating night.

To be continued...