As a cool wind blew between the tall downtown buildings, the lithe girl huddled the dark coat closer to her. Even though part Amazon and hardly bothered by the inclement weather, Anya still didn't want the freezing rain to get on her clothes.
The coat was two sizes too large for her and had certainly seen better days. That wasn't surprising since Anya had liberated it from a dumpster. Trash diving was something she did quite often since you could find that most interesting things in there. What was junk to some was gold to others. Anya had felt plenty of gold in her various thefts around the city and knew that silly metal didn't interest her in the slightest; except in how much she could fence it for that is. She would only keep enough of the money she raised for food and rent while the rest went to people who could use it more.
Clutching the coat around her tightly, a light blue crumpled flyer fluttered in her hand. She glanced down to get the address straight. From the thumping bass and the collection of sports cars, the old, formerly abandoned gymnasium with the flashing lights bouncing around within had to be the place.
"Must be the place..." she thought as she let the breeze catch the paper to make it drift away. She had found a listing for a rave the other night and thought it might be interesting to go to. A good change of pace from the work she had been doing of late. Her mother always said that she was much too focused and never took time to relax. Anya's standard reply was 'like mother, like daughter' followed by a laugh. However, she knew she had to be better then the rest of her sisters to be accepted as a 'true' Amazon. In the end, that hadn't worked. She dismissed those thoughts as she walked up to the door, totally ignoring the line of people waiting to get in.
Seeing the beautiful young girl, the two large men at the door certainly weren't going to keep her from entering. One smiled pleasantly in his own, no-necked sort of way. He pushed open the doors, which allowed the cold wind to howl into the old gym and illicit matching howls of complaint from people within. "Hey baby, come on in."
Anya gave him a smile and wink in return. "Bet you taste mighty good for a muscle bound idiot," she thought as she went through the doors. A howl of protest erupting from the line of people that was quickly silenced with a glare from the man. "See me later big boy," she said to him.
He pointed a finger at Anya and gave her a wink. "You know it."
The thumping bass pounding through Anya's body, as it did everyone else's in the old place. A DJ was on a dais of crates that had been hammered together off to one side. Most people were in the middle of the floor dancing, but as Anya made her way through the crowd, she could see plentiful alcohol everywhere. As the crowd on the floor would move and sway, she would occasionally get a glance of a guy or girl doing drugs, or, as she saw through a half-closed door into an old, demolished bathroom, a couple having sex.
She had to fight back the part of her that quickly rose from the shadows of her being. It would be so easy to feed off of these people right now... So many of them and most in the prime of life too. Anya found herself moving towards a couple on the dance floor and thinking, "Just a little nip... They won't notice a thing..." Before she had taken more then a couple of steps she caught herself and shook her head. "I'm my mother's daughter, not my father's. That's something HE would do so I should not." Her eyes still locked on the unaware couple and were filled with a longing.
"Hey!" she heard someone yelling at her, as if from a thousand miles away. As she turned in the direction of the voice, she found a tall, lean young man of oriental heritage standing right behind her. In the din of the music and noise, he had to yell to get her attention. He smiled, white teeth gleaming in the colored lighting that swirled around the dance floor.
Mentally, Anya kicked herself for not paying attention to what was going on around. "Every time that damned blood lust gets going I get into trouble..." she thought as she focused on matters at hand. And the matters had just gotten quite interesting at that. "Mmmmm...here's a nice side of beef I might like to have some fun with," she thought. Getting laid was one of her goals tonight and she had just found a candidate right away. "Maybe he's got a friend and we could have a threesome."
"Hi!" he yelled again, leaning down to be more easily heard. The young man had dark black hair highlighted at the ends that seemed to fall across the edges of his face. He had strong features, and from what Anya could see behind the loose green silk shirt, black slacks, and an odd necklace made of twisted leather strands with some kind of wooden amulet on it, this man was well built. "Hey, I'm Philip, wanna dance!?" he yelled.
"Sure," Anya yelled back with a smile. "Just as soon as I can find a place to put my coat!" As she looked around the area for a coat rack or whatever, she let her eyes take a quick glance at the man's crotch. "Oh yeah..." she thought with a grin as she saw a bulge there. "He might do just nicely..."
"Here!" he yelled as he took the coat from Anya. Without another glance at her, he walked off into the crowd. He knew she'd follow along as he moved through the dancing people. Some were busy moving young bodies to the beat, while a few couples on the dance floor were entangled in the midst of standing sex.
The whiff of sex in the air was caught by her sensitive nostrils as she made her way through the maze of bodies. "Now I think even mom wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this. Let alone the new 'Ultra Woman'. Still think she's too much the prude..." Anya dismissed her black thoughts so that they wouldn't interfere with her enjoyment.
He led Anya to a sideroom. Two large men, not nearly as attractive or intelligent-looking at the guy at the door, were standing on either side. Inside, sprawled on chairs, a bad, and tables, were a melange of coats, purses, even a couple of bikes. With a good toss, Philip threw Anya's coat onto the pile.
Her eyes took in the sight of all those items laying carelessly about. Anya knew she was going to be paying another visit to this place again before she left... With the amount of fancy cars outside, there should be quite a bit of items she could grab. Even with the 'guards' outside, she knew she was quick enough to grab a few things.
Giving her a wink, Philip took Anya's hand and led her back onto the dance floor. Smiling brightly down at her, he put his hands on either side of her lithe waist and danced. Matching the music, he would move towards her, swaying around the crowded floor, then give back her space. His hands slid up and down the sides of her body, caressing her skin as he stared into her violet eyes.
Anya finally noticed that Philip's eyes were just as violet as her own as her hands mimicked what his were doing. "How odd..." she thought, knowing that eye color was rare in Orientals. "Guess we're a match then." She smiled at that thought and tried to match the 'dancing' even though she didn't know the steps at all.
Taking her by the hips, he would pull her up to him. That bulge would press into her flesh, the thick, sinuous organ in his slacks rubbing against Anya's body. He smiled when he did that, hinting broadly with the promise of where he wished the evening to go.
Because of the difference in their heights his cock rubbed her lower belly. Anya didn't pull away or slap him. On the contrary, she pressed herself up against him so that she could feel more of his cock. As she did so, her pussy that was hidden under her jeans began to get warm. In the highly unlikely event that she met anybody better here, Anya knew she would be feeling that cock inside her later on. "He feels nice and big. Bet he knows just how to use it too..."
Finally, after dancing for a while, Philip wrapped his surprisingly strong, lean arms around Anya's waist and pulled her close. Not waiting to see if she would resist, he bent her back slightly and rolled his lips across hers, sharing a kiss that bespoke of his own hunger as the cock in his pants pressed into her thigh.
"Mmmmmmm...." her throat hummed as she deepened the kiss in response. Her lips opening wider and her tongue pressing against Philip's lips. At the same time her hands moved down to cup his hard ass and hold him tightly against her. Anya didn't fear being embarrassed since so many other couples were do similar things all around them.
Philip slid his hand down Anya's side and over her hip. As his tongue darted into her mouth, he cupped the back of her thigh and lifted it up to straddle his leg. The other hand moved to the small of her back to support Anya as he leaned down to move his hungry lips to her neck.
She had to restrain herself from sliding her hands under his slacks so that she could feel his skin. One of her feet lifted from the floor so that the heel stroked the back of Philip's calf while she let her slight weight go more on to his supporting hands. She sighed softly it his ear and began to lick the inside of it as she felt the nibbling of his lips. All along, he seemed to keep up the dancing, even though it was more to rub the now-growing organ against Anya's lower belly. Using his grip on her thigh and lower back, he Philip lifted Anya up. The bend of his thick manhood moved down her belly until it reached the slope that lead down to her pussy.
Anya gasped a little at feeling him so near her most sensitive of regions. At the same time her pussy heated up, her nipples grew hard and created peaks in the thin blouse she wore. Like her mother, Anya refused to wear a bra but her shapely breasts kept their firm, uplifting shape even without one. She began to rub them against Philip's chest as he rubbed his growing cock against her.
"Hey baby," he whispered, albeit loudly, in Anya's ear. "Let's get out of here."
"Mmmmm....yes..." she replied, the thoughts of feasting and stealing from these people vanishing in an instant. Philip promised to be an excellent lover and it had been awhile since she had one of those. And that cock... Anya swore that it must be even larger then Mayhem's son and that thing had felt huge in her belly. "Lets go back to your place Philip. I'll just have to see your friend." She reached around to cup and squeeze the bulge to show him what friend she was talking about.
Philip mirrored the sly smile she had given him. "Good, let's go get your coat and get out of here," he whispered loudly into her ear. "My friend can't wait to show you around."
"And I can't wait to show your friend a certain place he might like to visit." She licked over to his ear and tugged on the lobe with her teeth. "I know I would like him to visit it..." Philip kissed her deeply and she returned it. For moment they ignored everything that was going on around them until they finally broke apart.
He led Anya across the dance floor through the drunk, the dancing, and the sexed. Reaching the door, he nodded to the two bouncers. He gave Anya a pat the shoulder then went in. In a few seconds, he came back out with her coat, and a pair of coats for himself. Back across the dance floor he went with Anya, the bulge in his pants not relaxing for a moment. He would give her a look that blazed with hunger and happiness every so often.
She took his hand in hers and give it a squeeze. Most men would've winced from her firm grip but Philip just returned it. Anya just smiled back at him and speeded their way up across the floor. She almost shoved people out of their way since she wanted to get out of here. Philip was going to be the best fuck she had had in a long time and she didn't want to waste any time!
As they reached the doors, he took her coat and helped it over her shoulders. For himself, he put on a light jacket, then topped it with a much heavier coat. Whoever Philip was, he certainly didn't like the cold.
As they walked outside, the same bouncers were there from when she went in. "Sorry!" Anya called out to him and got a disappointed look in return. Before she realized it, he shoved a piece of paper into her free hand. His phone number she figured and gave him a wink in reply. Odds were likely that they wouldn't meet again but it could never hurt to have a list of studs built up.
Once outside, he took Anya's hand again and brought her to a very nice black Firebird. "Here!" he said loudly before grinning. "Sorry, I think my ears are still ringing." He opened the door for Anya, then went around to climb in. The car was immaculately clean, without a spot on it. In fact, it had a peculiar smell to it that bespoke of being recently built.
"Nice car," she said as she put the seatbelt on. Driving was one thing she hadn't gotten around to learning just yet but she would eventually. Then she could start stealing cars.
"Hope you don't mind jazz," Philip said as he started up the car. A light fusion jazz started with it. Driving Anya through the dark, cold city streets, he kept looking over at the beautiful young woman. The bulge in his dark slacks hadn't moved a bit; in fact, it seemed larger now that he was seated in the car. He slid a hand over and sat it on Anya's thigh. "I know this will sound strange, but you aren't from around here, are you?"
In response, Anya put her hand on his thigh just below the bulge. "Nope," she said. "Just got to town a few months ago. How about yourself? Been here long?" Anya breathed a bit harder as she was further aroused. She tried to control herself so that she wouldn't make a stain on her pants but it wasn't easy. Her sensitive nose could pick up the unmistakable odor of Amazon lust but there was something else too... "Must be his cologne or something..." she thought. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed deeply. "Going to your place I hope?"
He shook his head. "I'm originally from Megapolis, but I moved away with my father at a very young age." With a grin and a quick glance at Anya, he added, "Not that you're wanting to hear me ramble about myself. I'll leave it at this; I'm doing okay, but this night is going to be the best night of my life."
She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed deeply. "Going to your place I hope?"
"It's not far," he said as peered through the rainy streets. His fingers softly rubbed against the inside of Anya's thigh. It kept moving higher until his fingers touched the edge of her panties that were hidden by the fabric of the jeans. They were warm and surprisingly tender as each one brushed over the tanned flesh. He kept driving through the streets to the north as he kept moving them up.
Anya's chest rose and fell faster as she began get more aroused. In response, she tried to move her hand over to the bulge surrounding Philip's cock. It wasn't easy to move her hand though since it was trembling so much right now. She was able to get it close enough to feel the heat from him. To her amazement, he was still growing.
Finally he reached the point where her leg met the torso, and slid a finger into the concave area over the lips of her sex. Watching the road the entire time, Philip drove through the darkened, wet city streets and out into the country suburbs. A single index finger brushed over the heated mound, hidden by the jeans.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm....." she moaned as a stain appeared to wet his finger. She had to restrain herself from shoving her hips up against him. The hand that was against Philip's thigh clenched at it and encountered firm, hard muscle underneath the cloth. Anya didn't know what was better: his finger or the muscle that she felt now.
A moment after that, the car pulled into a small, gravel-covered parking lot. It was a small pole barn building, dark in the steady rain, surrounded by trees and shrubs. "Morton's Nursery" a sign on the street announced. Philip drove the car around the building, revealing a large back area containing a large greenhouse and a small bungalow-styled cottage.
The finger and the hand it was attached to slowly pulled away from her to leave Anya gasping. It took many moments for her to gather her wits about her. The car was already smelling of the juices the showed on her pants. "This is going to be so good..." she thought with a wide smile on her face.
He pulled into a small carport attached to the cottage. "This is it. Modest, but it's good enough for a single guy," he said with a smile. Hopping out, he quickly circled the car to open Anya's door. Offering his hand, he helped her from the car.
She leaned against him and let him wrap an arm around her waist. Her legs felt a little wobbly at the moment and she didn't mind his touch. "I happen to like modest dwellings myself," Anya said, her eyes widening at seeing how huge the bulge was now. "But I love men who aren't 'modest' in other ways." She reached down to rub him and felt her own loins moistening at the touch.
With a smirk on his lips, he cast his glance to the steamy greenhouse. "You know, I got a small bed over there. Sometimes it's warmer than the house, had a couple of bottles of wine in the minifridge, and with all the roses, it smells better than a bachelor's pad." He bent down slightly to give Anya a quick kiss. "Want to give it a try?"
"Sounds like heaven Philip," she answered. Her free hand stroking his chest. "Let's getting going because I can't wait!" And that was the truth.
Taking Anya's hand firmly in his, he glanced up at the rain that has begun to fall. "Then let's get going!" Taking off at a fast jog, he led Anya through the rain to the greenhouse.
She kept up with him but the feeling of her rough clothes rubbing against her over sensitive body made her gasp several times. Anya looked up to the sky and let some of the cold rain drops land on her hot face. The difference felt lovely and helped to stop the sweat that was beginning to form on her features
The door wasn't locked, and Philip quickly through it open and let her in. Following her in, he just as quickly closed the door behind him. Anya's sensitive nostrils picked up the scent of life. Flowers of all descriptions were carefully put into sections. Even in the middle of winter, with the temperature just over freezing, the flowers were in bloom. Other, larger plants were along the walls of the large greenhouse, hiding much of the foggy windows.
The warmth and scents did give Anya a pain of regret as they reminded her of home. Of many days when she would go deep into one of the forests and spend hours just sitting amongst nature. The warm, humid air playing nicely on her bare skin while she stayed just in the shadows. As a child, direct sunlight didn't hurt but Anya had instinctively avoided it whenever possible. A kiss on her cheek broke the memories of that past that she was having.
"Come on," Philip said with a smile. Past the flowers of so many colors and types, he took Anya down the center of the greenhouse. In the middle of the building, which was about the size of a three car garage, was a small living area. Off to one side, with a large, leafy plant growing over it, was a small bed. Next to it was a table with a radio, a lamp, and a book laid open face down.
"I do like your place Philip," she said honestly. "Its a whole lot nicer then mine." That was the truth too. Anya lived in a smallish apartment that was nearly bare of decorations except for the dirt on the floor and stains on the wall. The one thing good about it was that it was in an area where nobody asked questions on who you were. "And just what interesting book are you reading right now?"
As the nosy young Amazon went to look at the title of the book, Philip slipped his hands around his ribs. Pulling her back to him, his hands cupped and lifted her breasts on her chest. "You're incredibly beautiful," he said as he gazed down at her with those violet eyes that seemed to match her own so closely. Even his semi-Asian features seemed a match for the daughter of the only Asian-featured Ultra Woman.
A small whimper escaped from her lips as his fingers trapped her nipples between his fingers. The peaks from them poking through the thin fabric of her shirt. Anya's coat fell to the floor from Philip's actions while its owner turned enough to look deeply into his eyes. "And you are so handsome..." she whispered. For some reason she was drawn to him. They had never met before but it seemed like there should know each other....
He brought his lips down to kiss her cheek as his hands gently kneaded the firm flesh on her chest. Down the brim of her chin, his trail of kisses led Philip to her flushed throat. Pulling her even more tightly back to him, the heavy, throbbing cock trapped in his pants pressed into her back like a loaded gun.
Her hands rubbed Philip's thighs through his pants while her back moved against him. She could feel how huge and throbbing he was. The small stain on her pant grew larger with each moment that passed. "Lets get out of these clothes," she whispered. "I want to feel the warmth of this place and you against me."
Philip nuzzled against the hollow of Anya's neck. "Mmm-hmm."
His hands slid down from her breasts, letting the very firm globes move to a more natural position on her chest. He grabbed the hem of her blouse and slowly pulled it up over her breasts. As her arms went up, he took it the rest of the way off her body as her long, dark hair fell back down across her shoulders.
After brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face, Anya let her arms fall to her sides. The low light of the greenhouse reflected off the pale skin of her breasts. Her nipples were quite hard and pointed upwards from the gentle slope of her bosom. Anya had to restrain herself from reaching back and tearing Philip's clothes off. He wanted to do this so she was going to allow him.
Taking her by the shoulders, Philip turned Anya around. Kneeling down, his hands went to the button of her pants. As he slipped the button free and began working the zipper down, he leaned in to kiss the inner slopes of her breasts. Moving his hands around her belly, he took the outside edges of her pants and pulled them over her hips. His lips narrowed in on one nipple and took it into his mouth.
With a low moan of desire, Anya's hands clasped Philip's head and held him to her. The amount of juices she released increased and the smell of her competed with the flowers filling the room. "Oh Philip..." she growled. "I need you so badly..." Her words rewarded with a gentle nibble on the nub by his teeth. That made her gasp and almost jump. His strong hands kept her grounded though.
As her pants hit the concrete floor of the greenhouse, Philip sucked her breast into his mouth. The nipple, hard and erect, was pulled hard into the back of his mouth.
As she kicked the pants and her shoes away, Anya moaned loudly. Her fingers running though his hair as she tried to pull him closer to her. Philip's cheek rubbing the soft flesh of her other breast as he molested the twin. "Mmmmmm...." she sighed as a tiny drop of milk was deposited on his tongue.
Next went her panties. Philip slid those over her hips and down her thighs slowly, letting his fingers brush against her warm flesh in the steamy greenhouse. As they too hit the floor, he released Anya's breast from his mouth.
Her breasts rose and fell quickly from the near pants of her breath. The warmth of the room combined with her lust gave her body a sheen of sweat that made her seem to glow. The trickles of juice of her toned thighs were visible but Philip seemed not to be surprised by them. At least he gave no notice of it.
Running his hands up the insides of her thighs, Philip rose again to his feet. His fingers brushed across her puffy lips and through the dark bush. Resting again on her hips, Philip looked down at the naked girl with his lusty violet eyes. "I believe," he said huskily, "it's your turn."
Before she did anything else, Anya took his hand that was soaked with her juices and placed it against his lips. "Taste how I taste," she whispered. "I'm sure you will taste divine..."
Sometime as he was stripping her, Philip had removed his jackets sot hat they lay piled with hers. Anya leaned in so that her lips were against the fabric of his shirt. She searched out and found his smaller male nipple. Gently suckling it like he had her's, Anya unbutton his shirt until it hung loose.
She shifted her head so that it was between the two edges of the shirt. "Mmmmmm..." she hummed as she licked his skin and pulled the tails from his pants. With busy hands, she pushed it so that the shirt joined hers on the wood floor.
Anya pulled her head back so that she could take him in. "Lovely..." was all that she said as she ran a finger over his smooth muscles of his chest. Philip was strong but not bulky in terms of muscles. She liked that very much. It said that he might be able hold his own with her.
Their eyes looked deeply into each other's and Anya found it hard to tear her's away from his. It didn't stop her hands from tugging at the clasp on his pants. Without realizing it, she ripped it free and shoved them down. From what her fingers felt, Philip wasn't wearing any underwear. She also something long, thick, and throbbing against her wrists.
She tore her eyes away from his and looked down. "Oh MY..." she gasped. Philip's cock was much, much bigger then Mayhem's son's and that one had felt like a log. Even better was that this owner would be much nicer then the other. "I like your friend..." Anya said as held him in her hands. It was so big that she almost couldn't get her fingers around him. "I like him so much I think he deserves a kiss..."
As she bent down, she felt Philip's hands take hold of her shoulders to stop her. She looked up with a questioning look on her face.
Philip smiled warmly, even if his face was a bit flushed after having this beautiful girl undress him. Taking her chin in his hand, he leaned down to give her a warm, lingering kiss. "I have something better to do with that, besides, I want your lips. Your body can have the rest of me."
"Sounds fine by me but I do plan on giving him a kiss later on." She leaned in to suckle on one of his nipples again while her hands made themselves busy stroking his cock. "Just to be friendly since I know he's going to make me feel quite nice." Anya rested her head on his chest and looked up him, her tongue licking her lips while her eyes were filled with lust. She wanted him badly and from the jerking of his cock, she knew Philip felt the same way about her.
His violet eyes intensely watched her. Sliding his hands behind her, Philip effortlessly scooped Anya off her feet and into her arms. Violet eyes ablaze, he carried the young Amazon to the small bed, under a curtain and ceiling of leaves. He laid her gently upon the soft bedding, which actually felt like a cushion on top of a veritable bed of leaves.
Smiling up at him, Anya settled back into the bed while he stood over her. She could see that his eyes were drawn to her breasts that had settled slightly further apart from one another. With a slight movement of her body, she made them wobble a little and got a grin in reply. Her own eyes were again focused on that cock that seemed to be fully enlarged now. Anya did feel a slight twinge of fear at how he would get it all in her since it must have been over a foot long and several inches around. However, she couldn't wait for him to try and patted a space next to her.
As his hand brushed over her belly, Philip laid down next to Anya. His thick, hard member bounced against her thigh then lay there, blazingly hot, against her flesh. A hand surrounded her breast and gently kneaded it. Between his middle fingers Philip lightly pinched her nipple. Leaning on his other arm, he pressed his chest against her nearest breast.
The Curse began to gather again in her body but Anya didn't care. She was quite willing to put up with that if it meant the pleasure that came with it. Her eyes closed for a moment as her breasts rubbed his smooth chest or were gently squeezed by his hand. One of her own hands began to stroke his cock slowly while the other caressed his smooth back. Their faces so close to each other that their breath warmed the other's face.
"I've always wanted to have you," he breathed before attacking her lips hungrily.
"And I wanted you the moment I saw you...." she replied as his lips claimed hers. They kissed as if the kiss was a meal and both of them hadn't had food in days. Anya felt Philip's tongue push into her mouth and over power her own to claim her mouth. She reveled in his domination of her at the moment for she knew the tables would be turned eventually."I wonder if he wouldn't mind me stay through the day tomorrow..." she thought as her hand grasped his ass. Tugging slightly on him as she laid back.
Following the hand on his muscular, lean cheek, Philip climbed atop the beautiful brunette beneath him. His tongue darting around hers, he brought a hand up to her cheek. His fingers brushed through her dark hair as his chest lay atop her breasts. Pressing the sensitive nipples flat against the pectorals of his swimmer's body, his long, quickly hardening slab of manhood rested downwards between her thighs.
Both of her hands grasped his ass while she whimpered into his mouth. Her weakening hands pulled Philip against her body as she reveled in the feelings that flowed through her. He was a little heavy but Anya didn't mind at all. With her legs spread slightly apart, he laid between them and she instinctively wrapped her legs behind his knees. The two finally broke their kiss to gasp for air.
He pulled up to kiss along her cheek. "Take me in your hand, Anya," he breathed into her ear. "Hold it, and lead me," he ordered as the other hand reached around her waist.
"Oh yes...." she moaned as she licked his ear. Her small hand, trembling slightly, slid between their bodies to find his cock. He was so engorged that her fingers couldn't reach around him. The heavy throbbing she felt made her pussy give a small gush of liquid. It was quickly absorbed by the leaves under the sheets. "Oh Philip... It feels so nice..."
As the girl beneath him took his erection in hand, he moaned under his breath. The feeling of having this awesomely beautiful, built young woman under him was unbelievable. His cock ached for release, for the sensation of her velvet walls pressing against his shaft. His father had told him about such things, but now he would discover what his father had told him about for so long. He would have this woman, and he would do all he could to make this girl cum harder than she had before in her life. By the time he finished, he wanted her to be an exhausted, quivering mound of female flesh.
Anya smiled when she heard Philip moan. From the way his balls drooped against her wrist, she knew it must have been awhile since he had last cum. That knowledge pleased her greatly since it meant that he would have plenty of seed to last the night. Her thoughts flew out of her mind the instant the thick head touched her lower lips. They were so very sensitive right now and made her tremble in even more need. "Oh yesssss....Oh Philippppp...."
"Ohhhhh..." he moaned louder as she guided his cock between the warm, wet folds of her sex. The scent of her arousal struck his senses like a hammerfall, which in turn made his dick strain outwards against the fold of its own surrounding sheath. "Yeah, that's it," he breathed in Anya's ear. "I want you like no other woman on any world..."
"And I want you just as bad," she breathed back honestly. Her juices coated the head as she moved it through her gash. Moans and whimpers coming both of their lips as she did. Anya suddenly felt a new warmth in her pussy and figured it was a bit of pre-cum from Philip. "Put that big cock into me lover... Give it all to me!" she said before planting her lips on his for another deep kiss. Her hand moving his cock tip to her tight opening as she did so.
"Nnnnnhhhh..." he groaned as his hips came down and forward, pushing his thick member into her velvet sheath. Grabbing her shoulders, he strained to thrust himself inside her. This was his moment of triumph, the success of his dream of tracking this particular woman down. He barely contained himself as he nearly came right there. Spewing a tiny bit of pre-cum into the edges of her pussy, Philip nibbled on Anya's tongue to distract himself.
Her eyes widened is disbelief at what she felt as he began to enter her. The cries of pleasurable agony filled Philip's mouth and her own throat. Anya's hand kept hold of his cock while she moved her legs as far apart as she could without her heels leaving his legs. "S....s...so...BIG!" she thought wildly as she felt the walls her pussy attempting to spread to take him in.
Down a few inches, then back an inch, then down a few more inches; slowly, with sweat now rolling down the sides of his face, Philip struggled to break down the resistance of a tight Amazon pussy. "Yesss...I want to fuck you sooo bad," he groaned. His eyes closed in concentration, Philip muttered, "Fuck your brains out," as he sank his pole into Anya's dripping sex.
Both of her hands grabbed hold of his ass to pull him into her. The Curse was taking away her Amazon powers but have some others in reserve. Enough to help her love get pass that incredible tightness that was in every Amazon. There was an almost audible 'pop' as Philip sank to his hilt in her. Her cry and his groan seemed to shake the glass of the greenhouse.
For many moments both of them were oblivious as to what was going on. The blast of sensations had overwhelmed them both. When Anya regained her senses, she saw Philip's violet eyes staring into hers. "Fuck my brains out lover," she whispered with a smile and he proceeded to do that.
He pulled it almost entirely out her Anya's pussy, his hips arched high in the air, before sinking back down onto her powerfully. His cock stroked the length of her cunt, slamming it open this time and burying the knob of his shaft somewhere under her belly. Only an Amazon's vagina could have taken him all without pain. Only pleasure blasted into Anya unlike anything she had experienced before. The manhood of Mayhem's son had been nearly perfect, but Anya had been unwilling then. This time, with the young Amazon willingly giving herself to this man, the feeling was heavenly. With her eyes closed tightly, Anya gave into the hard fucking that Philip was giving her. Her legs wound around his thighs while her hands raked up and down his spine. If her nails had been longer, his back would've been in shreds. With each of his thrusts, her hips pushed up to meet his in loud slaps of flesh. Philip raised himself up on her arms to increase the angle of his cock. Both of their bodies were covered with a sheen of sweat and juice squirted from Anya's pussy.
Faster Philip went, sliding the thick length in and out of Anya, building up the rising pressure within both of them. Like a pressure cooker with no safety valve, his long, hard thrusts was only stoking the steaming flames in them both. "Yes...yes.." he groaned, knowing that his release would fill her with his seed. "Yes...fuck you..so hard...sis..." he whispered harshly as his cock plowed into Anya.
The roaring of blood in her ears prevented Anya from hearing anything but her own heartbeat. Her mouth was wide open in soundless cries of pleasure. Each slap of his balls against her rounded ass brought her closer to a huge climax. Anya didn't deny herself that pleasure either since they had all night for many more moments of pleasure like this.
Faster and faster, Philip thrust his long cock in and out of Anya, splitting her pussy wide each time. His thick member filled her completely, stretching her as wide as she had ever been, regardless of Mayhem, son, or previous encounters.
"This must be what it was to make love!" Anya thought wildly as her hips moved up and down with his. The thick cock almost pulled her up from the suction caused by her tightness. Her mother had whispered how good it could be but Anya had never really believed it until now. She felt Philip's head dip for a second to suckle hard on a nipple before claiming her lips again. One of her hands reached down to caress his swaying balls and felt how hard and full they were.
With a satisfied grunt of pleasure, Philip penetrated Anya as deeply as possible and left the length of him deep within her sex. He laid atop her, his hands gripped tightly on her shoulders. He did not move his hips, but within her body, the young Amazon could feel his cock moving. Like a writhing snake, the hard shaft rubbed against her inner walls, tickling every part of her pussy unlike anything she could have ever experienced.
In her extreme lust, she never questioned just how his cock could seem to be thrusting into her while his hips rested on her thighs. She just continued to kiss Philip so hard that their lips almost bruised. Their tongues battling for control while low growls came from each other's throat. At the same time her pussy grabbed at and squeezed his cock with a force that no ordinary woman could hope to do. Unlike with any of her other lovers, Anya didn't hold anything back. Instinctively, she knew that Philip could take the huge pressure being placed on his cock at the moment.
"Unnhh...unnhhh..." grunted Philip as his muscles began to tense. His teeth gritted together as his balls rose against the flesh between Anya's soaked thighs. The bed was soaked with her Amazon arousal, the scent mixing with the flowers in the greenhouse. His hands were strong on her shoulders as he arched back. "NNNghhhhhhhh!!" Philip roared as his cock exploded, sending hot sheets of his cum into Anya's womb.
Feeling the hot jets filling her womb triggered Anya's own orgasm. Her hands clenched at his ass while her hips lifted up towards him as she arched her own back. "UUUUUUUUUUUUHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she screamed as her eyes rolled back into her head and she gave him a huge orgasm. Her juices mixing with his seed and pooling in her belly since his cock acted like a cork. Her body trembling and jerking with her pussy spasming around his cock.
As his balls were emptied inside Anya's pussy, Philip glanced down at her through lust-filled slits. His grin was feral, like that of an animal finishing the hunt. His eyes, violet before, now seemed to almost glow of a deep, leafy green.
Anya's eyes were closed as she gasped for air. Her hands were holding his ass so that he stayed deep inside of her. The orgasm continued unabated as she felt his cum filling her. "O...Oh....oh yesssssssssss!!" she moaned/cried out. She tightened her legs around him to make sure he couldn't get away from her!
Philip watched the expression on her face. He enjoyed every second, every flicker of passion that went across that lovely visage. Deep inside her, he wriggled his dick around inside her even as the thick, oozing cum from his balls pumped his green seed into her.
"Mmmmmmnnnnnnn...." she sighed as her pussy pulsed around his cock, seemingly in time with each time his cock fired another jet of seed into her. Anya's face was one of extreme pleasure as she laid there with her eyes closed and her hands clasped to his ass. She allowed the orgasm that had started in her body to keep flowing. "Sooooo gooooooooddddd!"
Unbeknownst to the passion-crazed, orgasming Amazon, thick vines were moving under the bed from the plant that hovered beside and over them along the wall and ceiling of the greenhouse. It edged up around the top and bottom of the bed, each vine like a snake ready to strike...
To be continued....