Amazon Attack A 750 Word Story

Amazon Attack

Not every attack by an Amazon on a Spartan was unpleasant

Mille Dynamite

© Copyright 2025 by Millie Dynamite

NOTE:

This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Amazon Attack

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge.

Below this line are exactly 750 words:

I'm not a warrior. I'm Georgios, a tiller of soil. I live in a small village a stone's throw from Sparta. It is a late spring evening. A thick mist hung in the Grecian night air. She stepped toward me from the swirling fog. In truth, she formed from the vapor, her foot emerging first from the swirling column. The whirling tower became...

Woman.

Tall, muscled, an Amazon warrior stood before me. I should have feared her. Yet my heart leaped for joy. All the buildings, the lights from the homes, and the buildings themselves vanished into the surrounding pea soup.

Leaving only her and I.

Her eyes were crystalline, blue-green orbs burning into my brain, body, soul, and struck a flame to my passion. She dropped her armor and stripped naked. Holding her sword toward me.

"Georgios, what am I?"

"Amazon."

"Strip. Lie on the ground on your back. Lest I kill you."

"Why me?" I asked as I dropped my chlamys and chiton, exposing myself to her. I felt shame as she saw my erection. I'd no sooner said the words than she closed in on me, putting her blade to my throat.

"Do not question me, foolish boy."

In a matter of a few heartbeats, I was below her, my prick standing up, bobbing about. The creature gazed at me, her eyes the color of the sea, something between blue and green, filled with hate.

"If you give me a son, I'll eviscerate you and leave the bastard entangled in your guts for your pathetic, spartan wife to rear. Say your best payers to Eileithyia or Athena that I bear a daughter."

Terror rose thickly inside me, and I understood it didn't matter to her that the sex of her child wasn't in my hands but the gods. While the fear should have made me impotent, it didn't. It only fed my needs and lust for her.

She squatted above me. With her left hand, she took my cock. Her right held the sword at my neck.

"Try to take control, I'll lop off your head."

She thrust down on me. Her vagina clutched and milked at my cock. The Amazon placed the sword above my head. Her right hand squeezed my neck, and she pushed down on my chest as she fucked me with the other. Her cunt was so incredibly tight and greedy. She hammered my cock as if trying to drive into my body.

Her fingers tightened. She choked me with a scowl, her eyes blazed with a fury, which matched the storm within her. Her wet pussy clamped down on my cock with an insatiable greed, each thrust filled with fury. She conquered me. Driving my cock deeply into her, there was no escape from her wrath.

"Worthless fucking Greek," she spat the words at me. The world grew black as I hung in the nothingness, barely conscious. Her movements, relentless and unforgiving, a chaotic assault on me by her aggression and desire. Releasing my throat, she retrieved her sword.

The sword blade glinted menacingly, an ominous reminder of her ability to end my existence. She pressed it against my neck, cutting me just a little. An unspoken threat more potent than any words could ever be. Her lovemaking turned to a tempest—eager, passionate, yet laced with an undercurrent of bitterness that stung like acid.

"You're unworthy," she said, digging the nails of her left hand into my right nipple.

Every thrust was an assault on my dignity and soul. Her powerful, perfect body demanded more than a physical connection. Submission to the anger that consumed her. Compliance with her authority over me, taken by her power.

She emasculated me but refused to allow me not to enjoy my subjugation.

Her breasts, full and firm, pressed against my chest. This sent shivers down my spine. Her arousal consumed me. I felt the beating of her heart against my chest. The air was thick with anticipation as we locked in a passionate embrace, our bodies dancing to the rhythm of our deepest desires.

She drew me into the depths of her passion. Lost in the thrill of her dominance. She climaxed over and over, and I came inside her. She rose above me, holding herself up with her left hand. She raised the sword and swung.

I felt her fist strike my jaw. Blackness. Sunlight woke me, my wife standing over me.

"Amazon," I said.

"Sure, I believe that." She rolled her eyes.