Continued from [Part 3](https://old.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ymg6gj/shared_property_the_king_of_the_amazons_part_36/?)
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**Chapter 6 The Tents**
Before I could reach the fountain, two white-robed women stepped out from the shade of the shelter where my throne was. They said nothing but began to disrobe themselves as I stepped into the fountain. Naked, they gathered bottles of soap and followed me into the water. I had not planned to be washed by others, but I happily accepted their assistance. Their touch was delicate, and their sweet voices mixed with the sound of splashing water as they chatted with each other merrily. I pondered how my experiences here swung like a pendulum between being pampered like royalty to an objectified walking penis. Or more precisely, a walking cum dispenser.
With my bath over, complete with tender ass scrubbing, the women and I stepped out of the fountain dripping wet. Another white-robed woman was waiting to hand me a linen towel, but I declined it. I did not have clothes anyway, and the sun was hot so it felt nice to be wet, at least for a little while.
A thought occurred to me– *how free am I?* The two guards at my room had not followed me out. I gazed up the long stairway to the top of the amphitheater where we had come in yesterday. I looked around and did not see any other guards, so I went to the bottom of the stairs and then began to climb, first at a jog but about halfway up the burning in my thighs made me slow to a walking pace. I was breathing heavily and sweating but told my feet to keep moving, taking two steps at a time. I imagined the white-robed women watching me from below and judging me if I slowed too much.
I reached the top and strode confidently into the shadow of the short, arched exit passageway. Two meters before I was out, four guards with spears stood up from the shadows and blocked my way.
“Well that’s that then,” I thought to myself.
I slowed to a stop and looked at the silhouettes before me. *I wonder if I fucked them if they would let me through?* I pointed to my cock and asked the question with my facial expression. The guards accepted my offer, taking turns riding me while I laid on the floor of the passageway. But, to my dismay, they did not fall asleep and did not wave nonchalantly as I passed them by like the guards by my house. The guards were arrayed around me on their backs, my cum leaking from between their legs, but as I stood up, the first guard I had served stood also. She clucked at me and shifted her spear when I tried to walk into the light on the outside of the amphitheater, moving to place herself between me and the outside world.
She was taller than I was, maybe an inch more, and wore the standard leather breast plate and leather skirt with red cloth web between the long, armored plates. Her spear looked very potent with a sharp head, and the wooden shaft was dark and worn where she held it. Seeing my chances were not good, I turned back to the way I had come.
From the top of the stairs, I looked down into the amphitheater. The terraces that ringed the half circle of the amphitheater still had a smattering of colorful tents and umbrellas. I jogged down the stairs past a couple of terraces until I reached the first tent. I had not paid attention to the tents as I was climbing the stairs earlier. I could hear women’s voices from the tent, and as I rounded the corner of the tent, I saw in the shade two women were lying next to each other nude, hands between their legs rubbing each other’s pussies with polished wooden phalluses. Their bodies were at an angle so their faces were close to each other, their noses centimeters apart. I stood and listened to their intimate talk, cooing each other, sometimes giggling, and sometimes groaning with pleasure. They must have heard me but ignored me for a minute until one glanced at me, and then glanced back to her partner. Her partner, following her gaze, whispered something, and I caught my name Raine and the word rashithra.
The women turned to each other and continued to speak, not looking at me again for several minutes. The first one rolled onto her hands and knees and leaned over to kiss her partner’s chest and nibble on her nipples. The second continued to slide the wooden toy in and out of herself and her moaning intensified. The kneeling woman’s breasts hung full and low, almost touching the ground. Her ass was pointing to me, and she wiggled it. I wondered, though I should have known, what she wanted. She made it clear moment later when she shoved an arm between her legs and gestured with her finger up into her crotch, not even looking back at me.
These women were different than the guards. They were more voluptuous, and their skin was more pale and less weathered. I kneeled behind the woman on her hands and knees and put my hand between her legs, searching through the hair for her opening. Finding the wet hole, I took my cock into my other hand and guided it home. I slid in easily because she was already quite aroused, and I took hold of her hips and set to work. The woman I was thrusting into kissed her way up her partners neck, nibbling on her ear and then kissing her mouth. Her partner made a deep groaning sound as she writhed in orgasm beneath her partner’s kiss. She laid limp for a moment, her hands resting on her stomach, the shining wooden phallus still in her hand. But soon she stood up and kneeled next to us, reaching under her partner’s belly. I could feel her hand bumping into my penis as I slid in and out of her partner. She rubbed her partner’s clit, speaking sensual encouraging words to her in their strange language.
From my aerial perspective, there was one light brown woman in front of me, her back a line like an extension of my penis, and her hips spreading out from that line like the head of an arrow which was jammed into my abdomen. Her body was rocking with my thrusts and from the side of her ribs I could see her breasts swinging around, bumping against her arms. Just to her right, another light brown body floated above the first, with her arms under the first but her head not far from my stomach. Her black hair was made into two long braids, and I could see her pale scalp in the line of her part that went from the nape of her neck to her forehead. Short bits of hair at the base of her neck had come free from the braids and where curly with sweat. I took the short bits of hair and spun them in my fingers, yanking lightly. She was too focused on the nub between her partner’s legs to acknowledge me. I could feel the tension in the head of my cock growing slowly as I watched the scene in front of me and pumped the woman below me. Her moans grew louder and more high-pitched as well, and then she and I came together. I did my job and I filled her with the essence that her tribe brought me here for. She rolled onto her side and her partner kneeled next to her, touching her softly.
I sat down and watched them, completely ignored until the woman I had not served yet plopped in front of me on her hands and knees with her ass in my face. I looked at my limp erection and said to her, “honey, you’re going to have to give me some of that drink or you’re not getting anything.”
She looked back at me and then resumed waiting for me to enter her. I reached between her legs and began to rub her, but she looked back at me impatiently, expecting something more. I pointed between my legs and then let my finger dangle loosely, giving her the universal symbol for *I have fucked too much today and now my cock is floppy.*
She understood, stood up and left the tent. I watched her to descend the stairs and then enter the shelter, emerging a minute later with a cup in her hand. But then she stopped to talk with one of the white-robed women, so I laid down to rest it in the shade of the tent.
The roof of the tent was made of heavy pieces of cloths sewn together, decorated with swirling flowers and birds. It must have been difficult to make the rich designs, and the seams fit together perfectly. I turned my head to the side, and I was looking through the open legs of the woman I had served, still lying on her back. Framed between her thighs was a mass of dark pubic hair, and I could see white semen dripping from her pussy down across her asshole. Beyond, her breasts rose and fell gently with her breathing. I could have reached out and touched her leg, but I felt like she was untouchable– I was a wooden dildo, and she was a real human. So I laid still.
A twinge of loneliness prodded my thoughts as I recalled the affection between this woman and her partner. I wished I was not lying so far from her, and I wished she wished the same.
Soon I heard footsteps of bare feet slapping on stone, and the woman returned with the cup. She handed the cup to me and I drank it, feeling my erection return and my nerves tingle with stimulation. She resumed her kneeling invitation, which I accepted and entered her from behind. Her partner soon woke up because of the noises we were making, and she returned the favor for her partner, kneeling next to her and reaching under to rub her partner’s clit. My erection was strong, her partner’s fingers were skilled, and so she orgasmed quickly, crying out sweetly and then burying her head in her arms. But the lonely feeling was sabotaging my excitement, and my orgasm did not follow hers. She was intent on getting her dose of cum, so she did not move away, and I continued to thrust in and out of her. Not long after, I felt the waves of pulses in the walls of her pussy along my cock again as she had another orgasm, this one was quieter, and she moaned happily into her arms. Still I did not come, and still she remained in place. I took hold of her hips and thrusted into her more roughly. Her juices were dripping off my balls, and they had been frothed into a white cream that coated the base of my cock and circled the opening it was plunging into. The view excited me, but my penis felt numb. There was no spark of electricity or tension building. I wondered if there was some sort of punishment I would receive if I was not able to serve these women. Maybe I would be replaced? I don’t suppose they would allow me to return to my old life, seeing what I have seen. A wave of stress floated from my gut up to my scalp, making it prickle.
A third time she came, squeaking and then crying out, and she shook uncontrollably and then melted to the ground, sliding off my penis.
*Now I’m really in trouble,* I thought.
The woman who had until moments before been rubbing her partner’s clit, surveyed the tragic seen for her. She looked at me like a mechanic looks at a broken clock, and then sat before me and took me in her mouth, bobbing and her head vigorously and squeezing her lips hard.
The spark of excitement floated and flitted around in me, and I closed my eyes and tried to catch it so that it would grow inside me. I imagined that there was a beautiful woman kneeling before me, but then realized that indeed there was a beautiful woman kneeling before me. Then I imagined that she wanted me, but when I opened my eyes, I knew that she did not want me, she wanted my cum. Well, she’d already had it, and she wanted it for her lover. The spark floated away.
I considered anger-fucking her, to let my frustration drive my sexuality. But I did not have it in me. I was sad, not angry.
I put my hands on the head of the woman that was in front of my hips. I ran my fingers down her temples, and then felt her ears gently. I could feel the socket of her jawbone working as she opened and closed it to take me in. The spark flitted by and then landed on the underside of the tip of my penis for a moment before it floated away again.
A thought occurred to me and, though it was a long shot, I decided to try it. I pulled myself out of her mouth and knelt in front of her so that we were chest to chest and face to face. She looked at me in confusion and I softly set my hands behind her head and pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her gently. For a moment my heart dropped, because though she did not resist, she did not kiss me back. But soon her hands were wrapped around my back, pulling her body into mine and she was kissing me fervently. She squirmed her breasts against my chest and pushed her pubic bone into my cock, wiggling it suggestively.
*Now we are going somewhere,* I thought to myself as the spark had landed and did not leave.
I inhaled her sweet breath, savored the softness of her lips. Her hands were lightly sliding all over me, following the form of my ass and exploring the muscles and bones of my back.
Soon I felt mentally and emotionally recharged and excited. I pulled away from her for a moment and moved to the other woman. She was still laying where she had fallen, but her head was turned to watch us. I put my hands on her waist and rolled her to her back, spread her thighs apart and then knelt between them. I slid into her hole again and laid my body across hers, supporting myself a little on my elbows but pressing my stomach and chest into hers.
As I moved in and out of her, I swept my whole body across hers. I moved slowly and deliberately, pushing in deep so that the base of my shaft pressed against her pelvic floor. She watched my face through half-lidded eyes, saying nothing but softly moaning every time I pushed into her. Her partner was at my side, rubbing my back in encouragement. I put my face next to the face of the woman beneath me, touching my cheek to hers and listening to the quiet whispers of pleasure that escaped her mouth.
The spark had remained and was growing to a full bonfire when she reached her hands to my face, pulling my mouth to hers and kissing me deeply. I returned the kiss and groaned into her mouth as the elusive orgasm finally erupted from my gut and poured into her. Her patience was rewarded as wave after wave seized me and filled her. Her eyes opened wide, and she squealed with joy.
As my spasms faded, she hugged me twice, chattering happily to her partner over my shoulder. I pulled out of her and sat back, satisfied that I had done my job and served another Amazon queen.
The first the woman offered me some bread and a piece of cheese which I accepted. I sat happily with them, feeling included now, though I could not understand the conversation at all.
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