Trania sat in the shade on the cool soft grass at the edge of the Vale where the forest stopped. Looking at the position of the sun in the sky, and the length of shadow cast by the spear she had stabbed into the ground nearby, she assessed she had only a little while longer until her opponents arrived. Opponents, that was, whose sole objective was to best her in single combat and attempt to impregnate her.
'Opponents', she thought, was not a precise description given that her duty as the most recent to reach the age of eight and ten years, was to do her part to continue the Amazons; and that meant having babies for a society with no men. So, many times per year women were chosen to go to the Vale. And so Trania sat, waiting for a man, his penis, and some sperm.
About half the women coming to the Vale were, as they might say in some places, down for it; they wanted to bring more children into the world. Trania, though not opposed to the idea, was a trained warrior, and it was not in her nature to simply submit to the baser desires of others, let alone men. Yes, she sighed inwardly, her status as a not completely willing participant meant there would be more than one man. In preparation for possible penetration, should she lose, upon arrival she had well lubricated herself with plant oils.
As the spear's shadow reached its shortest length, her acute hearing gave her notice that others were moving through the forest on the opposite side of the Vale. She watched as one, then a second, and then finally a third man came into view a couple hundred yards away. They knelt at the edge of the grass and began to unlace their boots. Trania stood, her boots already sitting next to her spear, and started to unlace her breeches. She watched as the men stood, and by custom, followed her lead as she removed her clothes.
Trania pulled off her breeches, a small loincloth now providing a modicum of modesty. Though at a distance, the men were treated to a brief glimpse of her lightly haired vulva. She watched as the men followed, giving her own first look at three different male organs. She was surprised to find the appendages smaller, and at the same time bigger, than she had imagined. One of them, at this moment the largest, was erect. Trania, who had never even seen a grown man, much less one with an erection, was also surprised that the sight did not turn her off. She enjoyed penetration during sex, though on every prior occasion that had been fingers or purpose crafted objects.
She kept her eyes on the men as she unlaced her leather jacket and then doffed it, hanging it on the spear atop the breeches. As the men removed their own upper body wear, they eyed her now nearly nude form with what appeared to be appreciation. A breeze caused her nipples to stiffen atop her modest upturned breasts. One of the men, the blonde one with the erection, gave her a grin.
All four then walked toward the center of the Vale, with two of the men stopping when they got ten or so yards from the center. The remaining man and the woman then stopped about six feet from each other.
They eyed each other, assessing each other quickly before the fighting started. Both were a bit over six feet in height, both with well defined and toned muscles. The man was tanned, with a full head of blonde hair, and with hair on his chest, arms, and legs. This contrasted slightly with Trania, whose chest and arms had virtually no hair. The man wore his hair loose, while Trania's was in the traditional braid of an Amazon fighter.
Trania breathed in and let it out slowly, centering her thoughts. She raised her fists, lowered her hips, and nodded to her opponent. He returned her nod, then darted at her with his arms wide. As he started on his left foot, Trania ducked to his left and under his lunge, pivoting on her hands and one foot. As the man sought to stop his advance, her deftly timed leg sweep hit the back of his left leg and sent him sprawling to the ground. Trania was back on her feet in an instant and watched as the man, now blushing slightly, regained his feet. If he was a bit embarrassed at how easily she'd deflected him, his erection didn't seem to be affected in the least. She raised her fists and moved to parallel him as he started to circle her, hands open and close to his sides.
Trania followed him with her eyes, noting his grin was now replaced by concentration and focus. He was slowly getting closer to her, finally getting within arms' reach. He threw his arms wide and took a step toward her, and she danced back. He took another step, and was met with a lightning punch to the gut as Trania dropped to a knee, threw the blow and sprung out of reach. Although surprised, the man continued toward her. As he made a sudden lurch toward her and grabbed hold of her right arm, she took hold of that arm, dropped her hips, pulled, straightened, and in one coordinated move, threw him over her back, and landed him on his back.
At least, that was the expected outcome.
He hadn't let go of her arm, and he didn't, even as he was lifted off his feet and summarily flung to the ground. This spun Trania around and landed her on top of him. The double impact of the ground, and then her falling on top of him, stunned him for an instant. Long enough for her to break free of his grasp, though not long enough to get out of reach. Freeing herself, she rolled to her side to her hands and knees and sprung to her feet. Standing, but facing away from him, she felt a pair of hands take hold of her ankles and yank them from under her. She tried to twist and take the fall on her back, but the hold on her ankles limited this and she landed on her side.
The next instant his grip forced her feet apart, effectively turning her onto her belly. As she twisted and tried to press upward, she felt his weight, with his lower legs, on the backs of her thighs. His hands were now on her hips. Sensing an immediate threat to her nether regions, she twisted to her right, grabbed one of his hands with her left, then twisted back the other direction, using her weight and strength to pull him forward and off her back. She was partially successful.
She did pull him off her back, but he went with the move and succeeded in getting both of his arms around her midsection and trapping her right arm. He squeezed hard, limiting her breathing, and she attempted to strike at him with her free elbow, but there wasn't space. Her legs still free, she kicked at him with her heels, landing a few quick blows to his shins, which were rewarded with grunts of pain. Then, she felt what had to be his erection pressing between her cheeks.
She tried with all her might to break his hold, first flexing and then relaxing suddenly to loosen his grip. When she again kicked at his legs, he rolled her onto her chest, finally taking hold of her other arm, and locked her legs with his own. Her breathing was now labored, getting her only part of the air she needed. Then, his arms released their hold and she gulped in a lungful of air. His hands grabbed her wrists and positioned them in the middle of her back, just a bit higher up than completely comfortable. And then there was only one hand pinning her wrists to her back, and when his hips shifted and she felt his hand slip under her she knew she'd lost.
