The Priest was enraged, and Sin blissfully relaxed. Not exactly the most uncommon situation, they tended to have opposite emotions, but the gentle swaying while riding in a wagon made it even more relaxing than normal.
"This is amazing. Why didn't you get one of these earlier?" Sin asked, laying on her back, her dragonhide-like skin making the wooden seats actually comfortable. A human was driving the horses in the front, and presumably had a similarly reinforced bottom.
The Priest sniffed, and adjusted her loose loincloth. "We are proud Amazons, we should not deign to be carted around like common trade goods."
Sin raised her head, looking at her mother. "So, why are you riding?"
The Priest scowled and thrust into one of her slaves, her overproductive balls demanding relief yet again, the bottom of the wagon sodden with her seed. "Priests do not travel on foot without a proper honor guard, and our warriors are... busy." It was the understatement of the year. Since the Couple had been sent away, more and more traders had entered Amazon territory, their guards tall and strong enough to stand up to a raiding party. The Highest Priest had commanded that they should be followed and observed, which had drastically overstrained the warrior caste. It was all the Priest could do to take Sin.
The wagon slowly traveled mile after mile, leaving a trail of white goo, while Sin slept the day away. Between sessions with her slaves, the Priest looked at the new road angrily, seeing how torn up the ground was, how many carts must have traveled between the human kingdom and the Amazons' territory. She knew it had to be the Couple's fault, somehow, and the letter she'd received just inflamed her suspicions.
It wasn't exactly a leap in deductive reasoning, an invitation to the human capital to observe the Couple's progress in spreading Amazonian seed, and the wagon and horse team, couldn't indicate much else. The driver had unloaded some supplies to the Couple's home, and sat, waiting for the Priest to get in. And now here they were, bored fucking slaves and sleeping as they traveled at a blistering near walking pace.
The Priest sighed and started thrusting again.
***
Nearly a week later, the wagon halted for the last time, in front of stone building, notably larger than the ones around it. The Priest and Sin were a tad confused at how easy it was for them to get into the city, the guards practically waved them through, though they may have spent a bit more time than usual ogling than was normal for humans.
The crowds were similar, much more interested than scared, a notable departure from Sin's admittedly limited experience. They also were more varied than normal, some over 2 meters, many with more defined muscles, or exaggerated curves. There were even a few Amazons, warriors by their height, going about their daily activities, like common townsfolk.
The Priest stopped gaping, and got herself under control, while Sin struggled to do the same.
"Is this where the Couple are?" Sin asked the driver, the Priest too holy to taint her tongue with the human's language.
The driver nodded, and replied in accented Amazonian, "Yep, fellow trader, just through that gate." Sin blinked, and tried to wrap her head around the trader pidgin. *Yes, oh glorious warrior, though that door.*
Sin nodded and bowed to her mother, who walked to the door and stood there, waiting for her attendant to open it. Sin straightened up and walked to the door, then opened it, nudging her mother back into the street. The Priest blinked slowly, irritated already, gathered her loose clothes around her, and headed into the building. The driver looked into the rear of the cart, at the triplet of slaves. As soon as the Amazons disappeared inside, two of them stretched, and smiled as they looked up at the brothel.
"You think we can get a few rounds in?" One asked the other, who nodded.
"They'll be there all night." She agreed, and the two looked at the third. "Come on, let's get cleaned up and get dirty!"
The two eagerly grabbed the third, jumped down, splatting into the mud, and ran around the corner down an alley. The crowd barely looked at the three small bundles of exaggerated curves, as the driver started towards the livery stable.
***
It was cool, well lit, and spacious, large enough for the Amazons to stand comfortably within. The scent of Amazon cum was a constant undertone, causing their cocks to twitch in anticipation. Large windows on the upper floor allowed light in, while a large chandelier would provide light as the night fell. Scattered around were seats and tables, as well as a number of barrels along one wall. The room had a few other customers, mostly laughing and drinking together.
A slightly underweight Amazon warrior walked up to the couple. "How may I serve you?" She asked, bowing, causing the warrior and priest to gape again. What type of Amazon would be so submissive as to say that?
"We are looking for Liz and Daniel." Sin said, completely off kilter, taking a closer look at the new warrior. She wore a similar outfit to the women outside, stretched tight against defined muscles, large breasts, and bulging around a hefty sheath. Still, she managed a degree of femininity unlike many of the Amazons, obviously taking care of her hair, and wearing some powder that added color to her eyes and cheeks, causing her bright blue eyes to almost glow. The cut of the dress made it impossible to miss her well shaped rear, while her hair framed her face, highlighting the cute dimples in her cheeks, while her top showed off her her scarless arms and delicate fingers... Sin shook herself back to the present. It wouldn't do to fight the bouncer, even if she definitely wanted to win.
"I believe they are with a client. Would you two like some drinks in the meantime?"
Sin and the Priest looked at each other. Sin bowed her head slightly, and the Priest nodded, heading over to a seat. "Yes, what do you have?"
"Cogito ergo Cum, ale, Cum Together, wine, Screaming Orgasm, brandy, gin, tonic, and Jizz and Tonic." The barmaid said, looking at the two amazons, expectantly. Sin looked around more carefully, and noticed that the other patrons were a bit more handsy, their pupils wide, their smiles a bit too broad, and their drinks a bit thicker than normal.
Sin gulped and looked at the Priest, before translating.
The Priest spluttered and said hotly in Amazonian, "You expect us to drink some Amazon's seed?"
The barmaid's smile fell fractionally, but she recognized two words in the sentence. "Excellent choice, it'll be out in a moment." Then hurried off.
Sin and the Priest stared at each other. "Are... are they seriously just spreading their seed through drinks?" Sin asked.
"That is... intelligent, I suppose. It is addictive. I'm just not sure why we see so many proto-warriors in that case." The Priest mused. "One would expect many more slaves, but I haven't seen one since we entered the city."
Sin looked around, trying to remember what humans usually looked like. These definitely were a bit taller, maybe a bit broader, than normal. They didn't seem to be fully Amazonian though, there wasn't any fucking in their seats or Amazons being sucked off underneath the table. Just a couple in the corner slowly enjoying each other.
The barmaid returned with two leather tankards filled with sweet smelling seed, looking a tad flushed. "Here are your drinks. Liz and Daniel should be open soon. Do you want to meet them in the rooms or would you prefer to start here?" She asked, her customer face firmly fixed again.
The Priest was looking at the cum drink suspiciously, perhaps with a tinge of confusion, so Sin said, "Here." The barmaid nodded and headed back towards the stairs.
"What's so surprising? That's cum. You've made a couple gallons today already." Sin asked.
"Smell it. This isn't the normal stuff, it's submissive. Do you know how hard it is to get in quantity? They have got to have an entire stable of slaves in the basement to milk this out. And they need to know that we're here and know enough about cum to know the difference. They... they must be very devious, trying to lure us into a false sense of security..." The Priest said, eyes narrowed. Then took a drink, and her eyes widened. "But... this is very good quality..." She said, pupils dilating slightly.
The warrior and the priest sat at the table, drinking, feeling the chemical tingle slowly spread throughout their bodies.
"This... this is actually pretty good stuff." Sin agreed, feeling giggly. The Priest slowly nodded, trying to stay more in control. She was getting much more interested in Daniel and Liz, what they would have needed to do to produce at this scale... They both started blushing as their blood pressure rose, their constantly simmering libido spiking.
They ordered another round, and relaxed, letting the exhaustion of the road melt away.
It wasn't long before two more Amazons walked into the room, causing the Priest and Sin to look up from their drinks.
Sin unsteadily got up, her brain mostly happy bubbles and lust, and stumbled over to them. "You two are in a lot of trouble!" She proclaimed, nearly tripping over the stone floor, and one of the pair easily caught the nearly half ton warrior.
The Priest was a bit more in control, and blanched as she took in the differences between her own daughter and the interlopers.
Daniel and Liz had certainly filled out, both of them nearly the same height, with a very similar build, on the cusp between warrior and priest, and clearly enjoying it.
Sin barely came up to their shoulders, and looked slim in comparison to their capable builds. And that might have been an underestimate, since the two warriors were wearing flowing dresses, which were seemingly designed to obscure, in contrast to the bar wench's revealing top and skirt.
"Hello Sin." Daniel said, laughing a bit as he steadied her. "I'm sure. Now, should we retire to somewhere more... relaxed?"
Liz smirked at the Priest, and nodded to the barmaid. "Send up a few rounds of everything to our suite." She requested. "And clear any appointments. We're going to have a... tedious night ahead of us."
The priest tried to muster rage at the couple, but it was difficult over the chemical bliss, servile Amazons, and promise of getting rid of a thorn in her side. She got up, deliberately stepping, making sure that she showed off her height and strength as much as possible. She stood there, trying to intimidate the couple through sheer force of will, ignoring Liz's sniggering. Suddenly the rage got a bit easier.
Daniel bowed slightly, and nodded towards the stairs, as Liz took the lead, the other Amazons falling in behind.
One flight up, there was set of double doors large enough for Liz and Daniel to walk through comfortably, and Liz pushed them open onto a well decorated room with large windows. It was the result of a year of overcharged libidos and an adventurous view of sex. Chains, ropes, leather, and polished wood warred with pillows, bottles, a couple desks, and papers. It was a combination bedroom, workplace, and private sanctuary, with a thick layer of polish on the floor to stop the boards from warping as aggressively. Daniel pulled out two chairs from what looked like a conference desk as Liz received a number of leather tankards.
