An Amazonian Encounter (Commission, Futa/Futa, Cock Vore, Attribute Theft)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

A commission from a reader who will remain anonymous.

Silea’s heavy footfalls echoed down the hall. They were fast and brutal, enough power behind each step to crack wood, and a daunting figure made it very clear where that level of strength stemmed from. She was an Amazon, women born to fight and hunt on par with any jungle cat, or even outmatch them. This was especially true in Silea’s case.

Hers was a true warrior’s heritage. A mother who led entire tribes through times of hardships and beat back entire armies of foreign warriors, and a father desired by every woman of fertile age in her homeland. Silea was quite viscerally their progeny. It could be seen at a glance in her how she carried herself, the way her shoulders were squared confidently and how her legs practically devoured the floor with her stride. Her muscles visibly shifted beneath her supple skin.

Yet, she hadn’t inherited either of her parents’ positions. Silea had wanted more than the simple life of her brethren; she wanted to explore and understand the strange people that rarely appeared in her homeland. And now she was at the head of a law firm, on vacation with her beautiful wife for their second anniversary at a luxurious resort, and on the prowl for that gorgeous minx. It was unwise to keep an amazon sexually pent up, even worse when said amazon was a futanari.

Worse yet, a futanari with hyper sized endowments. Silea set her strong jaw in concentration to ignore the rumbling in her sack, a sure sign of how backed up she was. Her wife was nowhere to be seen, however. The amazon had searched most of the resort, from its steam rooms, to the bathhouses, even its acupuncture centre. Just the thought of that last room sent chills down her spine.

The only other person she could even find was the owner. They were also a futa and a gorgeous one at that, with very similar traits as Silea’s wife. Breasts large enough to treat as pillows, hips that capture her attention with ease, and purple bangs just like her wife. There was even a heart shaped tattoo over one breast, just like her wife’s.

But it was these similarities that unnerved Silea. Them and the air that surrounded the owner, it was akin to a predator. Neylu was her name as Silea recalled, certifiably foreign to human and amazon culture. Her ears were pointed and Silea could see subtle glimpses of horns peeking from her oil toned hair, which emphasised her pale skin. Despite her view encompassing curves, the futa was surprisingly skinny.

She smiled widely at Silea as the amazon walked past.

“What cha looking for, hun?” Neylu inquired with a flirtatious cock of her eye-catching hips.

“My wife, Natalie. You seen her?” Silea demanded, stepping closer to stand over a foot above the inhuman owner.

“N-no, ma’am. Not since yesterday when I gave her a tour of the facilities. Perhaps I could do the same for you?” Neylu offered, glancing about nervously. Even someone with such a dangerous aura cowered under Silea’s gaze and aggressive stance. She had won dozens of court cases with this exact pose, peering down at her opposition and scaring the truth from them.

“No, thank you,” Silea said roughly, casting one last eye over the owner’s lustful figure, “If you see her, send her straight to our room. I’ll be waiting.” The amazon turned and strutted down the hall toward her quarters, where she would try and amuse herself until her darling wife returned. Then she could unleash all the desire roiling in her loins.

Neylu watched with a beholden smirk. Few creatures possessed a more powerful physique than the amazons, something that she painfully lacked. After her most recent diet, perhaps it was time for a more protein rich regime. She reached down and stroked her cock through her jeans, licking her lips as she imagined just what that kind of meal could do for her own member. A bump in her balls caught her attention.

“Now, now,” Neylu cooed as if talking to a child, “I’m sure you’ll see each other again soon.”

The next day and Silea trudged out from her room. A cloud seemed to hang over her head, as did a shroud of near palpable lust that was embodied by the straining shape of her cock. Natalie didn’t return last night, leaving Silea to wallow in her constantly churning desires. They had made a pact with one another that they wouldn’t cum unless it was during sex.

“Hey, good lookin’?” Neylu waved at the amazon. She leaned on her desk, breasts mashed against it to act like two enticing, pale pillows. Silea glanced her way, gaze swiftly falling on the shelf-like posterior that so resembled Natalie’s. It was slightly larger, though, “No luck with your wife, then?”

“No,” Silea sulked, coming to a stop before the inhuman futa. A muffled sound caught her attention. It was familiar, eerily

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