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*More explicit forms of sexual acts, so if you're not into pegging, domination, or anything of that nature, feel free to skip this chapter. I guess I should make it clear that most chapters with an Amazon focus are gonna take a more Femdom focus. Not like the bdsm chapters with Grail, but more female domination of Max. That will include some aspects of such practice some might not be okay with. However, if you were okay with previous chapters, I'm willing to bet you might be okay with this.*
Chapter 18: Amazonian Recompense Part 2
Turns out, Max was both right and wrong when he was ambushed by two very beautiful Amazon warriors looking to "repay" him for saving their island and their lives. Long and frustrating didn't even begin to describe the sort of misery Myrina and Philippus had planned to put him through. The idle teasing and toying with him was beginning to get to the young man, but he lacked the strength to do much against Themyscira's General and greatest assassin. Even though it had only been half an hour, it felt like an eternity for the hero as the threesome remained where they were.
Max just groaned and moaned at the actions taken by Myrina and Philippus, which is the most he could do while gagged with a wade of cloth and sash tied around his mouth. The former had idly been licking, sucking, and kissing along his length, occasionally using one of her hands to massage Max's heavy sack. The chastity ring kept him from cumming, but did allow him to leak quite a bit of precum. Which it seemed like Myrina had started to enjoy the taste of. She had actually adjusted her position so that she could use her breasts to gently massage Max's cock, while sucking on his tip, humming pleasantly at the taste.
Philippus for her part was far from idle either, using her hands to stimulate Max's nipples as she held him against her bust. She would plant kisses alongside his head, neck, and cheeks, sometimes nibbling on his ears and utter sweet nothings from time to time. The Amazonian general had to admit, she found it quite stimulating how affected their captive was by their efforts, but it also made her curious as to what else they could do with him.
"He's quite the boy, isn't he, Myrina," said Philippus as she rested her chin on Max's head, the hero having a dazed expression on his face, painfully aroused but couldn't find release.
"He is indeed," giggled Myrina, taking a moment away from her sensual torture of Max's tip, "But his susceptibility to our efforts isn't what you are noting, is it?"
"Not entirely," replied the general as she sent her friend a suggestive look.
It didn't take Myrina more than a moment to realize what her friend had in mind, a carnal grin spread across her face as she turned her attention to Max, who's face was quite red but his eyes wholly unfocused and dazed.
Having finished cleaning their bodies and further "helping" Max clean his own, the trio were now in Max's temporary room. Having adopted a similar formation as they did in the bathroom, but with some changes.
For one, Myrina and Philippus had switched areas of where they would focus on Max. The hero in question was on his back, but had his arms tied behind his head with the same sash from before. Myrina was straddling Max's face, pressing her womanhood against his mouth. The assassin was quite pleased to find that the young man possessed a skilled mouth. Delighted moans and purrs came from Myrina as she rocked her hips against his mouth, her hands getting tangled in Max's hair to run her nails gently against his scalp.
Philippus, for her part, was now getting her chance to taste the young man's length. She had wrapped her arms underneath Max's lengths and lifted them onto her shoulders so she could hold him close. The general licked up and down Max's length like a lollipop, sometimes pausing at the tip to tease it with her tongue for a moment before giving it a quick suck.
Her tongue would occasionally brush against the ring locked around Max's cock, preventing him for reaching orgasm, but did let some precum leak out. Philippus could feel his pulse quite well through his manhood, twitching at her every touch and tease. She would occasionally look up at Myrina, watching her sister rock her hips against the boy's mouth, hearing her pleased moans. However, she was eager to see if the boy was receptive to other forms of stimulation.
"I trust you are enjoying yourself," purred Philippus, taking a moment away from her actions on Max's cock.
"He is such a talented lover, Philippus," hummed Myrina as she looked down at Max, she could see his expression of bliss, his eyes closed but his mouth quite busy with lapping up her fluids and tasting her labia, "But I believe you have something else in mind, yes?"
"Something that would further stimulate our lover," confirmed the general as she removed Max's legs from her shoulders.
Myrina let out a leased sign as she enjoyed Max's actions for a moment longer before removing herself from his face. Max for his part, was relieved she was getting off. His tongue and jaw had started to her sore from eating out Myrina and if he was honest, he was quite out of breath.
He didn't know what Amazons did to relax and unwind, but he was actually more tired than before.
Something that didn't really help his current situation as Myrina lifted Max up gently so she could slip in behind him. She untied one of his wrists, but then retied them together so his arms were behind his back. He was sitting in her lap, his head rest in the assassin's cleavage as her arms wrapped his chest to pull him closer. Max could feel the key on the back of his, but didn't recognize it as he tried to catch his breath. He also failed to notice Myrina use her legs to spread his out so that Philippus could position herself in between his. She smiled warmly as she wrested his legs over her thighs.
Max did notice when Myrina placed a hand over his mouth as they done so many times in the past.
"We wish to express our gratitude in the most impactful way we know, Maxwell," said Philippus as she smiled at him. Max gave her a confused look, "I only ask that you refrain from resisting to much."
Max, gave a confused grunt, not really knowing what they were talking about. He watched as Philippus used some left over massage oil from the bath and dipped her fingers onto the bowl. He slowly started to piece together what they had in mind, and started to panic, but Myrina held him firmly.
"Shhhh, do not worry, Maxwell," assured Myrina as she held the hero in place, causing him to glance up, "We'll take this slowly."
"Just breath and relax," soothed Philippus as she leaned in a bit closer to Max, her eyes level with his, "We would never bring harm to you."
"Don't fight," added Myrina, her free hand tracing shapes across his chest, "We only wish to help you."
"Just breathe in," guided the Amazonian General as her right hand dipped down into the space between Max's and her legs, "And out."
The hero couldn't help but jolt as he felt Philippus's nail brush against his back end. He was never one to explore this side of sexual deviancy, but he would admit, it crossed his mind at least once. He was a teen guy, so he did get aroused from time to time. But there was a big difference between imagining something and experiencing it.
"Once more, Maxwell," whispered Philippus as her oil coated fingers brushed against his back hole.
"Close your eyes, Max," soothed Myrina as she kissed the top of his head, "Breath in..."
Max did as he was told, closing his eyes as he felt Philippus gently push forward.
"And out," finished Philippus as her middle finger slipped inside of Max's ass right at the moment he let his breath out.
The hero let out a grunt as he got used to the sensation. It felt weird, not really in a bad way, just weird.
"Now, we'll take this slow, Maxwell," said Philippus as she pushed a bit deeper, making the hero groan as her finger slipped further in until her knuckles make contact with his backside.
It was when Philippus curled her finger upward and Max felt her finger press against something that made his cock throbe suddenly and a surprised gasp shot out of his nose.
"Did you feel that, Max?" Inquired Philippus in a hushed whisper.
"Did it feel nice?" Myrina asked, her free hand busy with gently massaging his hair, her nails gently scraping against his scalp. Max let out a muffled 'mmm-hmmm' as a confirmation that it felt good, but not something he was used to.
"Would you like to feel it again?" Pressed Philippus as she used her left hand to gently stroke Max's length. The hero nodded, earning another smile from the general as she started to gently press her finger against Max's prostate, massaging the area slowly while her left hand stroked his length.
As Max got used to the sensation, he closed his eyes and let out a few moans as Myrina and Philippus looked down at their charge with smiles. Philippus gave Myrina a nod and the assassin removed her hand from Max's mouth, letting him pant and breath easier, for the moment at least before the general leaned down to capture his lips in a steamy kiss. The two moaned into the kiss, Philippus slipping her tongue into Max's mouth as she slowly started to speed up her actions. More precum started to leak out as a result of her stroking his length and teasing his prostate.
Myrina let out a pleased chuckle as she watched the two kiss. The two amazons were fully intent on giving the hero the best climax of his life. Though, she would admit, Myrina wouldn't mind seeing Max again on the island, especially if he would please her like this.
Perhaps she could persuade some of the more zealous members of Themyscira...
To be Continued...
