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In the garden of the amazons, sunlight filters through the leaves, creating a mosaic of shadows and light on the ground. Lis, with her face hidden by her hood, turns to Rajah.
"Rajah… why did you allow the amazon leader to take Kleber?" the Banshee mamono questions in a disinterested tone. "I expected you to rip her head off, or at least yell at her."
Laughing, Rajah replies without hesitation:
"She left the building straight for the habitat. She was in LoveNexus territory the entire time. There was no risk."
Raising an eyebrow, Lis questions:
"Aren't you afraid that one of the most violent mamonos in the habitat might attack Kleber?"
"All the mamonos in this place bear the Rune Mistress's mark." Rajah nods. "A fate worse than death awaits them for defying Lady Yzhilde."
Lis sighs in agreement, her gray gaze sliding across the garden, observing the surrounding trees, their leaves dense and vibrant, the air humid and heavy.
"This place... it must be similar to where you lived, Rajah."
Rajah's muscles tense. Her face, once serene, now displays an irritated look.
"You are right, Lis." She growls. "And that's exactly why I hate this place."
Lis stops walking, facing Rajah, curious about her response filled with rancor.
Noticing that her coworker had stopped, Rajah also stops and turns towards her, breathing wearily.
"It's nothing much, Lis, I just don't like talking about my past."
Lis, with a curious look, opens her mouth. However, she changes her mind before speaking. She closes it, without making a sound. She looks away from Rajah, respecting her privacy, and resumes walking. Rajah, relieved, silently thanks Lis for her discretion.
-S2-LoveNexus Corp. – Where Innovation and Love meet!-S2-
On the large house on top of four trees is the stage for an intense scene. The air, thick, carries the scent of sweat and desire as the sound of moist bodies hitting each other echoes through the bedroom of Iara, the leader of the amazons.
Kleber, lying on the bed with half-closed eyes, has his mouth invaded by the tongue of the woman on top of him.
Iara holds Kleber's face firmly, her strong fingers sinking into his cheeks as her tongue explores every corner of the human's mouth. She doesn't ask for permission, she takes what she desires, and despite his resistance at first, Kleber yields.
The human's body doesn't even try to resist anymore, simply surrendering to the amazon leader's dominance. His member, already hard, rubs against Iara's moist thigh, who holds his legs high, leaving him trapped and defenseless against the warrior woman's advances.
"You are mine, Humie." Iara murmurs against Kleber's lips, her voice a low growl that vibrates through his body. "I will show you what a true warrior is."
She rises slightly, just enough to align the entrance of her sex with Kleber's penis. With a brusque movement, she impales herself, a guttural groan escaping her throat.
SLAP!
"Ruwr!" Iara roars in pleasure.
Kleber arches his back, as strangled sounds escape his lips as he tries to struggle in vain, trapped by the legs and arms of the powerful mamono on top of him.
Iara gives him no time to adjust. She begins to move, going up and down forcefully, her hips undulating in a relentless rhythm.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The bed creaks beneath them, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room.
"This is what you need, humie." Iara whispers in Kleber's ear, her breathing quickening. "A real woman, who knows what she wants and takes it."
Kleber clutches the sheets, his fingers white with effort. His body trembles, pleasure mixing with the pain of the impact of Iara's large buttocks against his pelvis. He tries to speak, but the words are lost in incoherent moans.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Iara gives a wild and triumphant smile at the sounds she extracts from Kleber.
"You will learn your place." she promises, her hands gripping Kleber's head, forcing him to look into her eyes, her nails leaving red marks on the human's skin. "Underneath an amazoness, groaning with pleasure."
She leans forward, her breasts pressing against Kleber's chest as her tongue invades his mouth again. The kiss is brutal, a claim of possession that leaves Kleber wide-eyed.
"You are mine." Iara repeats, her voice a rough whisper against Kleber's lips. "And I will show you here in front of my sisters what that means."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Kleber, panting, turns his head, his eyes meeting those of the other amazons surrounding the bed. They watch, fascinated, their hands moving between their legs, fingers sliding over the wetness of their entrances. Their eyes gleam with a mixture of desire and admiration.
"Do you like what you see, sisters?" Iara asks, her voice hoarse with excitement. She doesn't stop moving, her hips continuing the relentless rhythm. "Testify how the human surrenders to my might."
One of the amazons, younger, with short hair, bites her lower lip, her eyes fixed on the point where Kleber and Iara are joined. Her hand quickens, fingers plunging inside herself as she lets out a low moan.
"I wanna ride him too..." murmurs another, her voice laden with desire. Her breasts, decorated with war paint, rise and fall with her quickened breathing. "When will it be our turn?"
Iara lets out a laugh filled with pride and satisfaction before turning to Kleber.
"Patience, sisters." the leader murmurs without taking her eyes off the human beneath her. "For now, watch how it's done."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Kleber, feeling the amazons' gazes on him, tries to speak, but his words are lost in a groan as Iara tightens her inner muscles, enveloping him more tightly.
"Don't resist, humie," Iara whispers, her lips brushing Kleber's ear. "Let them see how you squirms in pleasure."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The amazons approach, their bodies almost touching the bed. One of them, with long braided hair, leans forward, her tongue tracing the outline of Kleber's nipple, making him gasp.
"Delicious," she murmurs, her eyes meeting Kleber's before gently biting his nipple, eliciting another groan from him.
Iara laughs, a low, guttural sound.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"See how he reacts, sister. He is ours to take, to use."
The amazon with short hair approaches from the other side, her hand sliding across Kleber's chest, down to where Iara rides him. Her fingers play with the base of Kleber's penis, squeezing lightly, making it throb.
Kleber closes his eyes, his body trembling with the overload of sensations. He feels the amazons' hands on him, their tongues, their fingers, all mixing in a whirlwind of pleasure that consumes him.
"Open your eyes, humie," Iara commands, her voice firm. "See how they desire you, how they yearn for this."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Kleber obeys, his eyes meeting those of the amazons. He sees the raw desire in their faces, the primal need that consumes them. And, in response, his body surrenders completely, his pleasure increasing with each touch, each look.
"This," Iara murmurs, her movements becoming faster, more urgent. "Show them, humie. Show them what it is to be taken by an amazon."
The surrounding amazons moan, their hands moving faster, their bodies trembling with shared excitement. They watch, absorb, desire. And Kleber, lost in the sea of sensations, surrenders completely, his body and mind consumed by the pleasure and desire of the warriors around him exploding inside Iara.
"YES!" the leader roars in victory.
Slowly, Iara's inner muscles relax, releasing Kleber's penis. The member, still hard, emerges marked, as if it had been chewed by the amazon's muscular vagina. Iara, surprised, lets out a powerful laugh?
"Look at that, humie." Her eyebrows rise in surprise. "Still hard. You really are quite a toy."
She stands up, her body gleaming with a fine layer of sweat. The other amazons, who had been watching with wide eyes and busy hands, move even closer, their bodies almost touching the bed.
"Sisters," Iara calls, a wild smile on her lips. "It seems our humie still has much to offer. So… who's next?"
-S2-LoveNexus Corp. – Where Innovation and Love meet!-S2-
Kleber, exhausted, collapses onto the bed, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. His body gleams with sweat, every muscle aching, but there is a profound satisfaction in his eyes.
He had done it, satisfied each of the amazons at least three times, a feat that would have been impossible before he had taken the potion LoveNexus had given him a few days ago.
Iara, with a wide grimm, stares at Kleber, her eyes shining with a mixture of surprise and admiration.
"You did well, hummie. I didn't think you could satisfy all of us, much less multiple times."
Kleber, still panting, tries to smile, but his exhausted body barely responds. Iara approaches, her tone of voice changes, now serious and threatening. She licks her lips, her eyes scanning Kleber's body as if assessing prey.
"But now… I want to see how much more you can give."
Iara tilts her head, her wild hair falling over her shoulder.
"Do you think you've given your all?" the leader says with glazed eyes of hunger. "Or do you still have more for us?"
Kleber opens his mouth, but only a weak groan escapes. His eyes, once shining with satisfaction, now plead for mercy. Iara, with a predatory smile, holds Kleber's flaccid member, marked by kisses and purple bruises. She directs it towards her mouth, her lips already parted, ready to savor it once more.
But before Iara can touch the human's member, the double doors of the room explode inward.
POW!
Rajah, his yellow eyes glowing with rage, bursts into the room, kicking the doors open with a powerful blow. His white tiger fur is bristling, the black stripes seeming to pulse with tension. The brown leather armor creaks with his abrupt movements, the silver and gold metal plates reflecting the dim light of the room.
Iara, surprised, releases Kleber's member and leaps to her feet, assuming a battle stance. Her hands already reach for the weapons scattered around the room, but Rajah is faster.
With a fluid movement, the tigress rushes towards the leader, propelling herself forward in a flying kick.
Rajah's kick hits Iara squarely in the face, sending her flying off the bed, colliding against the bedroom wall with a dull thud.
TWACK!
The impact is so strong that the wall cracks, small pieces of wood falling to the floor.
The abrupt action jolts the other amazons out of their post-orgasmic torpor. They blink, confused, before rising to a combat stance, muscles tense, eyes alert. But before they can advance, a supernatural voice echoes through the room, freezing them in place.
"Parem."
Lis stands in the doorway, her black leather robe rustling with the breeze coming through the window. Her gray eyes, expressionless, fix on each amazon, one by one.
Rajah grabs Kleber, her powerful arms lifting him as if he were a child. She cradles him against her chest, her stern gaze sweeping over the amazons.
"You have crossed the line. LoveNexus will not let this slide."
Iara, still dazed, slowly gets up, spitting blood on the ground. Her defiant gaze meets Rajah's.
"You're exaggerating, tigress. The human is alive, isn't he? We were just having a little fun."
Lis, with an icy calm, takes a step forward. Her gray eyes fix on Iara, her supernatural voice echoing through the room.
"Fun? Is that what you call fun? You are like ill-behaved children who don't know how to play in a civilized manner."
Lis points to Kleber, her eyes expressionless, but her voice laden with threat.
"And just like brats, you can be punished by having your toys taken away."
The amazons' eyes widen, the realization of Lis's threat hitting them like a punch. One of the younger amazons, unable to contain her fear, throws herself to the ground, crying and begging.
"Please, no! Don't take him from us! We didn't know... we didn't mean to..."
Her voice breaks into desperate sobs, the sound echoing through the silent room. The other amazons, once confident and arrogant, now look at Lis and Rajah with a mixture of fear and respect.
Rajah, with Kleber still in her arms, turns to Lis. Her yellow eyes, once filled with anger, now shine with concern.
"We're leaving, Lis. Our priority now is to take care of Kleber-dono. But I will make a detailed report about the behavior of these amazons and the state in which we found the human. LoveNexus will know about this."
Lis nods, her pale face expressionless, but her gray eyes reflect a cold determination.
After a few minutes of being carried, Kleber manages to gather enough strength to say something:
"Rajah... is that all I am to you?"
His voice, weak but full of emotion, makes Rajah stop abruptly. She looks at Kleber, confusion etched on her face.
"What are you talking about, Kleber-dono?"
Kleber takes a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Rajah's.
"To you... am I nothing more than a tool? Something to be used by the mamonos?"
Rajah chokes, surprised by the question. Before she can answer, Kleber closes his eyes, his head lolling to the side. He loses consciousness, his body going limp in Rajah's arms.
Lis approaches, her black robe rustling softly. Her gray eyes, always expressionless, now carry a glint of concern.
"That's what he is, Rajah. He is paid to be used as an incentive tool for mamonos."
Rajah looks at Lis, a mixture of sadness and reluctance in her yellow eyes. She hesitates before answering, her voice low, almost a whisper.
"I know, Lis. But... it doesn't seem fair to treat him this way."
Lis tilts her head, her black hair falling over her shoulder.
"Justice is a human concept, Rajah. We mamonos have our own rules and needs."
Rajah holds Kleber tighter against her chest, her arms firm but gentle.
"I understand, Lis."
Lis sighs, a soft, almost inaudible sound.
"You're getting attached, Rajah. That's dangerous."
Rajah looks at Kleber, her face softening.
"I know. But I can't help it."
Lis reaches out, touching Rajah's shoulder.
"Let's take care of him, Rajah. But remember, he has a role to fulfill. We cannot deviate from that."
Rajah nods, determined.
"I know, Lis…"
-S2-LoveNexus Corp. – Where Innovation and Love meet!-S2-
The worn shoe echoes against the damp asphalt, solitary in the silence of the early morning. Each step, a conscious effort to maintain calm. The heart beats fast, an insistent drum in the chest.
The poorly lit neighborhood is a labyrinth of shadows and indistinct noises.
"Just one more block. Just one more block."
She repeats the mantra, trying to ward off the fear that tightens her throat. The narrow street, lined with old and graffitied buildings, seems endless.
A sudden noise to the left catches her off guard. She stops, her body tense. A cat jumps out of a trash can, meowing before disappearing into the darkness.
A relieved sigh escapes her lips.
"I need to calm down, it's just a cat."
She forces a laugh, trying to ease the tension, but the sound comes out weak, unconvincing.
Her hands tighten their grip on the bag strap, her knuckles white. Inside, the pepper spray, a talisman against fear.
A group of men on the corner, laughing loudly, swearing. She hesitates, thinks about crossing the street. But the light changes, time is running out.
She takes a deep breath, raises her head.
"Keep calm. Don't show fear."
The men see her, their eyes narrowed, assessing. One of them, taller, takes a step forward, a smile on his face.
"Hey bitch, are you lost?"
The footsteps echo, now desperate, reason muffled by panic. She runs, her heart pounding in her ears, deaf to the sounds of the night. The alley, a dark mouth, opens before her. She plunges into it, without thinking, without looking back.
The men, now predators, follow her closely. Low, menacing laughter reverberates off the dirty walls.
"Where are you going?"
The voice, laden with malice, makes her stumble. She recovers, keeps running, but the alley is an endless tunnel.
Suddenly, the wall. Solid, implacable, blocking her path. No way out. Panic suffocates her, the air thin in her lungs. She turns around, her back pressed against the cold bricks.
The men approach, slowly, savoring the fear in her eyes. The tallest one, his smile now a triumphant sneer, reaches out his hand.
"We just want to play."
She fumbles in her bag, her trembling fingers searching for the spray. But it's too late. They are close, too close.
Then, something changes. A shadow, tall, imposing, looms over them. A form that is neither human nor animal. Wings, wide and membranous, open, blocking the faint moonlight.
The men stop, their eyes wide, their smiles frozen on their faces. The shadow moves, fast, silent. A low, guttural growl echoes in the alley.
"Who are you?"
The tall man, his courage replaced by fear, recoils. The shadow advances, its wings spread, a wall between her and the aggressors.
"The fuck is that?" One of the men, his voice trembling, takes a step back.
"¡El diablo!" Another shouts, panic evident.
The bravest, or perhaps the most foolish, pulls out a revolver. The metal gleams in the dim light, a promise of violence. But the shadow is fast. Something blood-red is thrown at the man, hitting the weapon, which flies from his hand before he can pull the trigger. The revolver falls to the ground with a dull thud, sliding away.
The imposing figure advances, the muscles of its furry arms rippling in the faint light. Pointed feline ears capture every sound, every whisper of panic. A powerful insect tail sways slowly, its bulbous tip full of spines, a silent threat.
"What do we have here?"
The voice, a deep purr, laden with malice. The yellow eyes gleam in the darkness, fixed on the men who now tremble, their fear palpable.
"¡Es el diablo!"
One of the men screams, his voice failing. The mamono smiles, its sharp teeth showing, a promise of pain.
"Devil? No, darling. Just a hungry mamono."
The tail whips out, fast, precise. The tip hits one of the men in the chest, throwing him against the wall. He collapses, unconscious, a trickle of blood running from his forehead.
"Who's next?"
The mamono's tail pauses, its tip inches from another man's face, terror etched in his eyes. The silence, thick, is broken only by the men's panting breaths and the creature's low growl.
Then, a click. The alley, once a pit of shadows, is flooded with a bright, intense white light. The mamono and the men freeze, blinded by the sudden clarity. Four figures, weapons in hand, advance, their silhouettes outlined against the glare of the spotlight.
"Hands on your heads! Now!"
The authoritative voice echoes off the alley walls. The mamono, its yellow eyes narrowed against the light, growls, but doesn't move. The men, trembling, obey, their shaky hands raised in surrender.
-S2-LoveNexus Corp. – Where Innovation and Love meet!-S2-
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