Author's Note: This is a story requested by one of my readers.
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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 so. She saw the owner reach down and slap at her crotch, then laugh flippantly.
"I'm sure she'll turn up, honey," Neylu comforted, reaching out to stroke the amazon's toned arm, "Until then, why not join me in my office? I doubt your wife would appreciate you being so pent up."
"I shouldn't," Silea denied, glaring at the temptress. It would be just so easy to take this futanari and ram her for an hour, to relieve the horribly pent up sensation in her balls or release the pressure of her clothes around her five-foot cock.
"I know," Neylu nodded, her fingers trailing along Silea's bicep to her large bust, even compared to her build, "But something tells me she'd love for you to get a little relief. Just a bit. What do you say?" The owner's thin fingers slid further down, quickly coming to her chest height where Silea's potent bulge rested, "Your big friend here seems up for it." Before Silea could protest, Neylu leaned in close and pressed her full lips to the curved shape.
A gentle sigh of relief slipped from Silea's lips at the touch. She'd avoided touching herself since Natalie disappeared, pushing her to the point that even a single kiss was enough to bring her desires raging to the surface. Her cock lurched in its prison, a tear echoing throughout the mostly vacant halls.
"I'd say that's a 'yes'?" Neylu inquired, batting her eyelashes innocently while her own prick threatened to escape into the open.
"Shut up," Silea growled and scooped the unnaturally voluptuous woman in her arms, then carried her into the office, "Until I'm satisfied," Silea continued, setting the owner down and looking her dead in the eye, "You're my plaything, little girl."
Neylu gulped audibly while her cock finally broke through her pants. The amazon merely smirked down at the futa, and grabbed her own garments, then tore them off with a single pull. A shocked, but lustful gasp filled the space between them, before it was replaced by a single, hulking mass of cock. Silea's smirk widened at the awed expression, though it grew tight when she noted how big the owner was.
Futanari weren't uncommon, but they weren't everywhere either. Much rarer were hyper futanari, who some were lucky to meet in real life every few decades. Silea only knew one other personally, that was her wife. And she swore that this 'Neylu' wasn't nearly so big when they first arrived, in fact, she hardly remembered her appearance at all when they checked in. Although that might've been because Natalie was the one who signed their names, while Silea massaged her tits from behind.
"You... you like?" Neylu asked, hefting her own prick to show how big she was. It was visibly smaller than Silea's, but that was to be expected given the amazon's heritage, however the balls more than made up for it by hanging to the owner's shins and bulging out past her hips.
"I'm not interested in your cock," Silea snarled and turned the comparatively petite woman around, then marched her to the personal desk. The amazon cleared it off with a sweep of her powerful arm, before forcing Neylu to climb on top and present her rear. With her toy properly placed, Silea crouched down to inspect this futa's outrageous curves. Silea's hands all but sank into the ass flesh like it was made from putty.
"Oh, we are going to have some fun," Silea moaned huskily, pulling them apart to peer at the pliant anus concealed within, before peeking at the engorged, dripping lips of the owner's sex. She took a long breath, inhaling this woman's musky desire, and her prick pulsated in longing.
"We are," Neylu agreed under her breath, but went ignored. She yelped as the hyper endowed amazon's cock suddenly found her entrance and coerced its way inside, spreading the lips taut around a head easily the size of her calves. It parted her walls with ease, like an indominable army that would not be denied its victory. Even Neylu's cervix was no match as her womb was similarly invaded.
Silea moaned hoarsely at the heat and wetness enveloping her cock. It had only been a few days since Natalie went and vanished, however going without orgasm in that time was a torture that she wouldn't wish upon her worst enemies. Her balls rumbled and churned with their potency, eager to flood the clenching canal in their seed. The seven-foot amazon sank her hands into Neylu's spongy hips.
"How is it, slut? How does feel having a real cock inside of you?"
"Amazing," Neylu panted as she was rutted like an animal, her breasts and ass quivered and shook wildly with every push of the futa amazon's honed body, "It's so fucking deep. In my womb... it's in my chest."
"That puny cock of yours doesn't compare, does it? You needed a dick like mine!" Silea gave a strong, sharp thrust and sank another foot inside. Her sudden jerk made the owner's ass ripple like ocean waves, its abundant flesh dancing before her, enticing her to feel it against her.
"No!" Neylu agreed with a high yelp, "It doesn't! My cock isn't enough to satisfy me!"
"Good girl," Silea praised, hastening her pace now, eager to hilt this bitch before cumming, "I bet you wish you had a cock like mine. Something that could actually satisfy someone."
"Oh fuck, yes I do!" Neylu cried, body convulsing as her first orgasm erupted within her. Cum sprayed from her member, dousing the wall and splashing back onto her utterly stuffed body. Her pussy let down its own rush of fluids, squirting from around Silea's prick.
"Too bad," Silea growled, leaning forward to whisper into the futa's ear, pausing her rapid thrusts to slowly sink more of her shaft inside, stretching this poor owner's womb out past her head, "You'll have to settle for my huge dicked young."
