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>Be prisoner of an Amazon, your arms tied behind you back for days on end
>She keeps you fed and snuggles up to you at night in order to keep you warm in the jungle where it gets hella cold after the sun goes down
>You're not sure if she can speak or understand Common at all, since she doesn't talk to you at first
>She starts walking around the hut in the full nude, letting you see the hidden lips of her sex beneath a crop of violet hair
>Breaks out in a smile the first time she sees you get a hard-on at watching the sway of her hips and breasts
"So you are a man"
>You nearly jump at her fluent Common, she smiles, pulling your trousers down and letting her get full view of the considerable mast you're sporting for her
"Is this because of me? Only in the nude, eh?"
>Her technique is rough, nothing like the practiced strokes and jerks that a normal Succubus would have
>Mouth the word 'harder' to her
>She glares, but it quickly softens as she starts to bob her head up and down on your shaft
>Her tongue coils around you and her cheeks go in as she redoubles her efforts, after a few minutes she manages to finally get you off
>Nearly gags trying to swallow your seed
"It's bitter..."
>She straddles you and looks almost a little confused, finally aims you farther back, hilting you inside of her in one stroke
>She winces in pain, her walls snugly fitting you like a glove
>Begins to bounce on top of you, trying to put on over-confident airs with stuff like 'Does it feel good?', 'You must enjoy being ridden like a horse!'
>She's almost cute in how hard she's trying to act girly/dominant, bide your time
"This is... the best way... to calm your kind down!"
>The Amazon speeds up, grabbing at her breasts, stroking the runes on her body
>She leans forward, pressing her breasts into your chest
>She doesn't even expect the kiss when you catch her, detonating inside of her as the orgasm takes you both
>After a few minutes she pulls up, and giggles
"Thank you"

>Time passes and eventually her belly swells with your unborn child
>She prefers to have you stay in the hut under the pretense that you're far too precious to endanger in the hunts for food
>You've argued with her before that you can take care of yourself, reminding her that you did incapacitate one of her sword-sisters when they first captured you
"That's because you cheated."
>Snigger at her accusation, since her definition of 'cheating' is you groping an Amazon without her expecting it
"It's not funny! Men are to be protected and used for making daughters! Everybody knows this!"
>Concede to her, giving her belly an affectionate stroke. She purrs and nuzzles into your neck
>You still remember the night you and her conceived the child, in the middle of the entire tribal gathering in the fire light
>But just like all women, her pregnancy made her libido skyrocket at the most inopportune times
>Her hand ends up stroking your bare testes and shaft, eyes glittering with avarice
>She bends down and begins to suck on you, her technique having improved significantly
>Only brings you to the precipice of release and then laughs when you pout at her not swallowing
"Hey... I want to try it /that/ way."
>Shiver at her implication, knowing you both could get in trouble
>She's on her hands and knees, wet and ready for you
>Her lips part easily for you, the soft walls of her pussy sucking you in deeper with each thrust, heavy breasts swinging in rhythm to the bounces of her copious ass
>Your wife's moans intensify as you pick up speed, the fact you're mating like beasts increasing her arousal
>Ask her if her dagger ears are sensitive
>No sooner than you nibble on them does she let out a moan so bestial and inhuman that you'd swear the village elders would come running
>Her walls clench down on you as you give her your seed, folding your body on top of hers and kissing the back of her neck
>Your wife's face is one of pure bliss

>Get kicked out of the hut as your wife gives birth to your first daughter
>You're not even allowed to see them for at least a day, told by the village elders that she needs to rest
>They try to bar you from going on a hunt, your old sword discarded nearby, but concede when they see the look you're giving them
>The kind of 'don't fuck with me' look that only a man ready to take a life would give
>Her sword-sisters constantly rag on you on the boar hunt, making off-handed remarks about how you're compensating for something with your long sword
>Just smile and sally forth
>They start calling you the 'weird house-husband' because you're genuinely putting effort into the hunt
>You finally find the beast
>It's a Demon Boar, three times the size of a normal pig and three times as ornery
>It rampages and breaks the formation of Huntresses, bee-lining for you
>You barely have time to dodge, cursing the months of inactivity for making you rusty
>It charges again, but this time you're ready
>Slicing its legs out from under it works, and the beast topples right before you ram the point of your sword into the back of its neck, killing it
>Her sword-sisters are stunned
"You keep what you kill."
>Spend hours cooking the meat and carving the beast, the elders watching you use various herbs and stewing the bones into broth
>Visit your wife and daughter
>She gives you a weak smile as your baby is finishing her meal, nuzzling into your wife's bosom
>Offer her the stew
"You shouldn't have."
>Tell her you wanted to make sure she had eaten, as it was making you uneasy. Keep insisting to her to eat, she finally gives in.
>Your daughter nuzzles into your chest as your wife devours the food hungrily
"She has your eyes, you know."
>Smile, stroking your child's face, she moans and nuzzles further into you
>After you kiss, your wife assures you that you're the best thing to ever happen to her
>Outside the hut, your audience is nearly blinded by the vanilla love