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Amazonian Adventures
Chapter 1: Cassandra Arrives
“Hurry Angela, get this food to the lizard’s table,” Angela’s Father, Gordon, yelled. The fat innkeeper quickly held out a plate of ale and meat, and Angela grabbed it. Angela’s red hair was tied in a braid down her back to keep it out of her way, and her blue eyes were darting around to find the table. This was a fine time for her Father’s inn, it was summer and many travelers were coming through their humble village on the way to various cities and their summertime festivals. However, keeping their inn’s guests fed and happy was a trial; even with five other serving maids and two cooks helping to make and serve the food and drink. “Catarina! Stop flirting and grab more firewood!” Gordon yelled as Angela served the lizard people their food.
No one ever complained about Gordon’s inn, Angel’s Nectar, because he had a good reputation for keeping his food fresh and his ale delicious. His prices were fair, and he protected the honor of the serving maids; if any guests overstepped the line then they would feel the pommel of his dirk on their skulls. “Mewra! What have I told you about staring at the guest’s jewelry!? Hurry and help Groond grab another keg of mead, then ale, and wine!” Angela stopped for a minute to breathe as she looked at the catwomen maids that were giving her Father such trouble. All catpeople looked human, except for their eyes, whiskers, tails, and catlike ears on the top of their heads. Catarina had honey-blonde hair and blue eyes, while Mewra had silver hair with one brown eye and one green eye.
Both of them were extremely beautiful, but also extremely flighty, always attracting guests’ attention and getting distracted at the least convenient times. Not helped by their exceptionally large bosoms that they were more than happy to have on display almost to the point of indecency. Angela honestly hated how much larger and better developed they were than hers; many guests watched the cat maids go by and paid them well for their attentions. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the door to the inn open and a loud female voice bellowed, “GORDON! HOW MUCH DO YOU THINK THIS SWINE IS WORTH!?”
Angela looked and saw a tall woman wearing blood-soaked steel armor consisting of a breastplate, armbands, gauntlets, helmet, and greaves. The woman was taller than most men and had skin as brown as a nut from the sun and was immensely muscular judging by the exposed skin of her thighs and arms; and how she easily carried a dead boar that was at least three-hundred pounds over one of her broad shoulders. She had a large circular shield on her back and a falchion sword on her right hip, a two-ended spear in her left hand, and a dagger on her left hip. Gordon came out of the kitchen and took a moment to recognize the warrior woman. “Cassandra!? You’re still alive!?” The warrior woman laughed as she walked over, “Aye, still alive, Gordon. And thirsty. And hoping for a few nights at your inn, if you’re willing to accept this swine as payment.”
The warrior woman, Cassandra, put the boar on an empty table and Gordon examined it. Angela came to look at it too and said, “It’s been a long time, Cassandra. How have you been?” Cassandra took off her helmet, revealing her short shoulder length black hair and emerald-green eyes. Her face would have been described as inhumanly beautiful were it not for the scars on it; one across her forehead, another that sliced her chin almost down the middle, and a large third scar that started at her right temple and ended next to her left nostril. Cassandra smiled as she said, “Angela! My, my, you’re already a woman. You must be eighteen by now, right?” Angela stood up tall and puffed out her chest, “Next week I shall be.”
“And have you kept up with your staff and bow training like I showed you last time?” Cassandra asked. “Indeed, I have. I’ve helped keep meat for us more than once,” Angela said. Gordon interjected then, “And made it so that no man in the Village is fool enough to try to marry you.” The innkeeper shook his head and then said to Cassandra, “This is a good-sized boar. How long will you be staying this time?” Cassandra answered, “Three days. With baths each day, and food.” Gordon nodded, and said, “This will cover that, and more. I assume you want the rest of your payment in gold?” Gordon went and grabbed a tankard of ale for Cassandra. Cassandra took it and downed half the tankard in one go before saying, “Aye.”
“Go take a seat, I’ll get you your gold,” Gordon said as he yelled, “Geoffrey! Herman! Get your asses over here and get this boar! We need to get this meat prepared quick before it spoils!” Two of the larger chefs ran in and grunted as they worked together to take the boar to the kitchens, while Cassandra took off her shield and breastplate to reveal the sweaty cotton shirt beneath before she sat down at the table and finished her ale. “Tell me, how’ve you been, Cassandra?” Angela asked, “How is Amazonia? Have you had any adventures? Killed any notable monsters?! Gotten any treasures?!” Cassandra laughed and said, “Oh, I don’t know, it hasn’t been too exciting,” Cassandra said, looking at Mewra and Catarina with lust-filled eyes, before turning to Angela, “But, I’ve been around.”
Angela lost track of time as she sat and heard the Amazon describe her adventures for the last three years, while Catarina brought her some bread, cheese, and meat, and refilled her tankard. She only stopped her stories to count the gold that Gordon gave her and take some bites of food and sips of drink. By the time she was done, the only people still in the dining hall of the inn were Cassandra, Gordon, Angela, and the other chefs and serving maids, all of whom gave Cassandra their full attention as she was finishing by telling them how she had slain the boar she brought in.
“Aye, he charged at me through the brush before I could smell him. If I was even half a second slower, he’d have gored me with his tusks. I threw my spear, but it didn’t get deep enough through his hide, and only made him angry. He charged at me again, and I barely avoided the charge and pulled out my spear as he passed. I threw it into him again, into his ass, and that got him angry again. I drew my falchion before he could charge at me and got my shield ready. Just before he could crush me, I slammed my spear into his face, and spun around and stabbed into his shoulder, and let the brute’s own strength let me cut him all across his side. He squealed loud and his hot blood splashed over me. He fell to the ground and I quickly leaped on him and stabbed right through his ribs into his heart. I retrieved my spear from his ass and then remembered that Gordon’s inn was nearby, so I decided that rather than be my dinner, the boar could pay for a few nights, and earn me some shiny coins too.”
Cassandra jingled the coin purse Gordon had given her, and the innkeeper said, “You’ll find the precise value of that boar in there in silver, Cassandra, minus the costs of dealing with you for the next three days and nights.” Cassandra nodded as she got up, taking her shield and breastplate and spear in one hand, and slung her other arm around Catarina. The catgirl giggled as Cassandra said, “How would you like to help me bathe, my pretty little kitty?” Cassandra and Catarina went up to the room Gordon had assigned for Cassandra, and Gordon delivered hot water and a tub to her room. Angela went to her own room, her head swimming with the tales of the adventures Cassandra she heard about.
Meanwhile, in Cassandra’s room, the Amazon was much more occupied. The muscular woman piqued Catarina’s interest, especially as she looked how her muscles moved as she washed herself. “So, my pretty little kitty,” Cassandra asked as she dried herself, “have you ever been with a woman?” Catarina purred, “No, I haven’t.” Cassandra smiled at her and said, “Why don’t you try it then?” The catgirl looked at Cassandra and nodded as she stripped. The Amazon looked at her latest conquest and licked her lips, Catarina had a lithe body like a fairground acrobat, a healthy bosom and healthier bush between her legs, and a little fur around her tail at her back.
Cassandra moved her hair aside and kissed Catarina. The catgirl responded quickly with her tongue, but Cassandra soon showed her who was really in charge. She grabbed her by her ass and lifted her up, Catarina wrapped her arms around the Amazon and they continued kissing as they made it to the bed. Cassandra gently put her down and grabbed her breasts, enjoying how large and soft they were. “Mmmm… I wonder how many people have enjoyed these?” Catarina giggled, “I don’t know…you’re the first woman, and I lost track of the men.” Cassandra bit one of Catarina’s nipples at that and said, “You naughty little kitty. I think you need a spanking.”
Cassandra flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her into her lap. She spanked her ass hard, and Catarina yowled, but then purred. “That felt better than I thought,” she said, her tail starting to wiggle happily. Cassandra spanked her hard again, and Catarina purred. Cassandra felt her getting wet and slid her finger into her quim. Catarina purred as she was put on the edge, only for Cassandra to stop and remove her hand. “Meow! Why’d you stop?!” the horny catgirl asked. “I got a better idea to get us both off,” Cassandra said. She lifted the catgirl up and put her on her lap. Cassandra spread her legs and Catarina slid down, until their cunts were touching.
Cassandra reached down and grabbed Catarina’s ass and pulled her closer and started moving her hips. “Come on, kitty, move for me,” the Amazon said, and the catgirl started moving her hips with her. It was almost like a dance, and Catarina always loved to dance. Only this time, every time she moved, she felt more and more pleasure flow through her body like never before. “That’s it baby, just keep moving like that!” Cassandra groaned as she pulled her into a tight hug, “OH! You’re a natural at this!” The two of them kept on moving their hips together, their cunts feeling like they were kissing with every movement before they finally couldn’t hold it in any longer, and they ecstatically came together.
Catarina had to lie down, that was the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. Cassandra chuckled to herself as she got up and went over to her armor to clean it as the catgirl fell asleep, “I still got it.”