Filled By An Amazon [Size Difference, Futanari On Male, Cum Inflation]

Story by hexall

Hey everyone! I wrote a little something today and wanted to share. Enjoy!

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Peter was forced out of the carriage, together with the rest of the prisoner. After several days of darkness, he was out in the open again, the sunlight washing over his skin, burning his eyes, forcing him to close them.

After recovering from the shock, he glanced around, drinking in the vision of his captor’s village, or war camp, or whatever that collection of tents and crude wooden structures was.

He was forced to go forward, towards a wooden platform in the middle of a clearing.

Peter struggled to climb the steps in front of him. The heavy metal chains around his hands and feet made every movement difficult and labored. It did not help that the apprentice mage was very out of shape, after long years spent reading books in candlelight.

His slender build and short height stood in extreme contrast with the bodies of his captors: The amazons. The towering women around him were all easily eight feet tall, some even bigger than that, almost three feet taller than him. And their size was matched by their muscles, shaped by a lifetime of warrior training. Their clothing, mostly limited to simple loincloths, breast bands, and simple sandals, did little to hide their overwhelming physical prowess.

Yet despite their height and strength, most of them were also undeniably stunningly beautiful. Their curves would make any human woman jealous and not even all of their tattoos, war paint and scars could hide the elegance and beauty of their faces and feminine silhouettes. They truly were a people blessed by the gods.

The amazon behind him pushed him forward, and finally he was on the platform, with the rest of the dozen or so prisoners, acquired in their recent raids. They were men and women, plus a couple of elves and even an orc in the mix.

A crowd grew around the platform, amazons of all ages sized them up, with thirst in their eyes. The giant women began talking and shouting, flooding the clearing with the sounds of their harsh language, foreign and incomprehensible to him. Peter silently prayed to the gods, while the ferocious buying and selling escalated.

At some point, he raised his eyes and caught an amazon staring right at him, her gray eyes freezing his heart still, her fiery red hair going down to her shoulders, styled in a simple braid behind her head, her sharp lineaments giving her face a look of savage beauty.

The amazon looked young, his age even, but it was hard to tell. She was also tall, even for her kind, close to nine feet, and with a powerful physique. She was not the most well endowed of the amazons, but her chest was still impressive, inevitably drawing his eyes to her cleavage.

The most surprising thing about her, however, was the large bulge in her loincloth.

Was she… Were the tales of the fabled amazon hermaphrodites true? Many sages did wonder how they kept their population up, since they did not gave birth to men. Sure, they frequently raid human lands to kidnap men to be used as breeding slaves, but they existed well before that practice became common.

The amazon noticed his gaze and smiled. Taking a couple of steps forward, she came as close as the guards around the platform allowed and pointed at Peter. She said something he could not understand, with a feminine but powerful voice, that commanded obedience.

The amazon near him nodded and pushed him forward, making him jump down the platform, while saying something to the other amazon. In response, the towering red haired beauty took a small satchel from behind her back and threw it at her.

With the exchange concluded, she looked down at him. He was of average height, but before her he felt like a child: His head could not even reach the bottom of her boobs, he had trouble looking directly at her face. Her powerful abdominal muscles stood proud before his eyes, deep crevices outlining six powerful mounds calmly rippling and flexing with her movements.

She took the chains binding his hands between her fingers and dragged him along with her. The amazon’s large strides made it difficult to keep up, forcing Peter to run just to avoid falling down on his face.

Fortunately, the march of shame did not last long: Leaving the clearing behind, they navigated the maze of tents, eventually reaching one of the more elaborate buildings, still relatively crude compared to the elegant stone structures he was used to, but with a certain savage artistry of its own, with carved columns and stripes of color decorating the exterior.

Inside, the environm

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