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I Married an Amazon
by Enkidu

Chapter 3 (no sex, light exhib)


The day was indeed hot, but luckily the rising wind broke up any
stuffiness and the growing cloud cover prevented sunburn. Low
glacial hills formed most of the terrain. Off in the distance
before us a darker band which might have been mountains shadowed
the horizon through the heavy, hazy air. We moved casually until
Sitalit grew impatient and once more took the lead, picking out
invisible paths which nonetheless proved the fastest routes
around rough terrain. Once again her superb physical fitness
outstripped my rather less so. My chest soon burned with the
strain.
"How far do we have to go?" I finally thought to ask.
"Three days to the summer village... well, for us. Maybe four
with you?" She half-turned, nimbly sidestepping a mass of
brambles, and took stock of my sweating, panting form critically.
"... Maybe five."
"Five? Days? Five days!?" I stumbled and stopped, almost
collapsing in anticipation. "But I can't... I mean I've never..."
"Never what?" she prodded curiously, motioning for me to keep up
with her.
"Never walked that far!"
"But you don't even know how far it is. I was just guessing."
"It doesn't matter. Five days or three or even one. As long as
we've already walked today is the longest I've walked in my
life."
Maybe that was a slight exaggeration. I'd been hiking during
day-trips on a couple of occasions, with a pack no less. Then
again, I hadn't been racing to keep up with any stilt-legged
goddesses, and our other activities were leaving me rather
drained as well, in more ways than one. Cutely biting her lip,
the deity in question seemed to consider my statement, looking
from me to our surroundings to a random spot on the horizon. She
finally seemed to make up her mind. Stretching and puffing out
her chest (incidentally sticking her round firm breasts out into
the wind without the slightest trace of self-consciousness) she
brought her fingers to her lips and let out three ear-splitting
whistles. Twenty seconds or so later, something which might have
been whistling floated back on the wind.
"They'll wait for us. Come on, we can rest." She grabbed my hand
and half-pulled me up a hill to the shade of a tree so we could
sit down.
I awoke. My head was lying on a slightly yielding surface and a
heavy musk permeated the air. I couldn't remember going to sleep.
For a couple of seconds I wondered why I was outside and not in
my bedroom, until the previous night's happenings cascaded back
through my consciousness. A rush of rage twisted my stomach. Her!
She had kidnapped me, raped me, was dragging me through the brush
with one shoe, ruined my life, the bitch. I wanted to strangle
her, smack her, punch the air out of her.
A powerfully-muscled palm with long knowing fingers caressed my
stubble. I looked up past a flat, taut stomach and flushed
breasts to Sitalit's sharp green eyes intent on me, and found I'd
been sleeping in her lap. Teeth biting a moistened lip and the
fingers of her other hand lifting her breast away from her chest
by a stiff nipple, it was her pussy perfuming the air just a
couple fingers' breadth from my nose. I wanted to fuck her.
Something which might've been distant whistling interrupted any
such thoughts.
"We can't rest anymore. Get up" I was jolted upright by the other
hand clenching onto my buttock. Her shining eyes traced my
motions as I stretched my limbs a bit. The wind had quickened
slightly and the clouds darkened but it couldn't have been even
an hour since we'd stopped. As I bent to lift my shirt out of the
grass Sitalit's calf lazily shifted to block my hand.
"That's still mine" she intoned in a lilting half-giggle. "Go on
ahead. I'll catch up soon. Head up that hill" she motioned with
her chin. Her hands were busy, one still lazily massaging her
breasts while the other had slipped its fingertips under her
loincloth to graze up and down her thigh, ever closer to the
source of the smell of arousal which had greeted me on awakening.
With a curious glance back at her I wandered off vaguely in the
direction she'd pointed out. After a few hundred paces curiosity
got the best of me, making me glance back. She was still sitting
back against the tree, both hands buried between her contorted
thighs. She tensed, then slumped back. Moments later, she brushed
her hair back out of her eyes and motioned me away, grinning
widely. As I turned one hand dipped back down between her legs. I
continued walking, shaking my head a bit in amazement. Amazement
that I could have such an effect on her, and more that she didn't
even bother hiding it, didn't feel the need to conceal her desire
as leverage to manipulate me by.
Even more, I realized, she could've woken me up instead of
letting me rest. Guided by confused, anxious but now somewhat
happier thoughts, I barely noticed when I gained the tree line
dividing the hill's top. A somewhat urgent, rapid-fire whistling
broke out a short distance ahead. A look back at Sitalit for
interpretation revealed her speeding up her paces with a quick
motion of her outstretched palm for me to keep going. She passed
me a few minutes later, rustling along as though the waist-high
grass offered no more resistance than air.
"Go faster. Follow the tree line downhill. Go."
"Why?"
"Something's wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know. Go."
Wordlessly, we pushed forward. No more whistling sounded, and
Sitalit made no more attempts to communicate with the others, or
so I'd thought. She dipped in and out of the forest as I marched
along its edge, at one point stopping to pat a conifer
thoughtfully and turn her gaze critically over the grasslands.
"Get inside the trees. Stay out of sight" she hissed, handed me
my shirt and dove ahead again. Low to the ground, I finally
noticed, the tree had been scored with a small scratch on its
forest-facing side. I did as she asked without question.
Something about her urgency was rubbing off on me. Slower going
than before. Though the lack of grass was welcome, the underbrush
made for an even less forgiving medium and a mess of twigs and
fallen branches constantly altered my path and did a number on my
half-shoed right foot. For her part, my guide dashed to and fro
checking for more signs and at one point even pulling herself up
to the lowest branches of a tree to scout the grasses beyond,
only to slide back down huffing and shaking her head in
frustration. Before long, we were both panting, my legs were
wobbling uncontrollably and I felt as if my lungs would jump out
of me screaming in agony. My head was spinning. A hand grabbed
mine, drew my attention to a curved line pointing downward,
scratched into the bark of a young birch.
"Come on. They're waiting for us up ahead. You're doing good.
Little more. Come on."
One arm over her shoulder, she mostly dragged me onward. Soon
after I collapsed onto a grassy patch between the trees. Cryptic
comments barely registered through my blood roaring in my
eardrums.
"What is it?"
"Snakes in the grass."
Silence fell. Footsteps came and went. Gradually, I became aware
I was lying on an overhang by a stream. I lowered a hand into the
cool water and brought it up, dripping it languorously over my
burning face and parched lips.
"How far?"
"Two lengths. Maybe less."
My severe thirst finally overcame me. I raised myself painfully
on one elbow, cupped a hand and spooned water into my mouth for
what seemed like minutes without pausing. It was cold and clear
and nothing more than hydrogen and oxygen, cloud-piss flowing
over silty soil and pebbles, and would've put Evian to shame
anyday.
"Shit."
"I told you to hurry, girl!" The sharp tone finally broke me out
of my adulation for the divine gift of flowing water. What was
her name again? Lakshanit. The scary one. My new mother-in law.
"We did! He was only tired after he ran."
"And this? You hadn't managed it by this morning!"
A finger poked a sore spot I didn't know I had on my shoulder,
drawing my attention. Neat rows of purple marks outlined the
shape of Sitalit's dentition on my skin.
"Oh, oh, leave her be, nothing to do about it now but keep going,
leave it" another voice cut in. I turned to look on the scene.
Carina, the black woman, was holding up her palm to placate
Lakshanit towering over a suddenly sheepish Sitalit, head bowed,
fidgeting while tying a thick leather belt around her waist,
still sweating and trembling after our mad dash to catch up. I
couldn't deal with this. I lay back and closed my eyes, ignoring
their continued low muttering. My foot hurt.
A snapping branch caught my attention. Toward the forest's edge,
a gigantic knotted poplar towered over the surrounding foliage. 
Down its trunk, shifting her weight over and under the endless
tangle of branches, clambered a lithe, skinny, ropey form I
slowly realized must be Atmafit. My breath caught at the speed of
her descent, unable to even see her gripping and releasing her
hand and footholds. Three meters off the ground she grabbed a
two-handed hold of the lowest branch, lowered and extended her
sinewy form straight down to its fullest to point her toes at the
ground and in half a second had dropped into a sure crouch on the
soft black forest dirt. I closed my hanging jaw with an audible
snap.
"They turned North" she announced.
"They know it's us" Carina intoned thoughtfully. "Cutting us off.
Badgers would've turned South or West by now."
"They don't know we're not Swallows. Or Squirrels." Sitalit
offered. "We can turn West, make it to Taxtawa's camp by tomorrow
mid-day."
"With him in tow?" Her mother nodded toward me disparagingly "And
didn't you hear? Damn snakes snuck up on us like they always do.
Won't make it to nightfall."
"Rain'll help" Carina cut in. "Keep on our way for now, break off
after it starts. Hope for a thick one."
Lakshanit paused a moment, chin in hand, finally nodded. Carina
and Atmafit immediately strode off, pausing only to refill their
water-skins and grab some satchels and long, slender objects laid
near a tree before disappearing into the underbrush. I sighed,
knowing this little rest stop was over. My legs felt like jelly.
"He can't walk." Lakshanit stared down at me critically, her
stern face barely visible past the twin grandeur of her chest.
She didn't seem to care that from my prone posture I could see a
hint of curls in the dark up her loincloth.
"I can carry him" Sitalit ventured without much confidence, still
staring down. Though in a much better state than me, the exertion
was beginning to show on her as well.
"No you can't." Her mother snorted. "But you'll do it anyway,
later. Go. I'll take him for now." Then, at me, while
Sitalitpicked up the last of the bundles and walked off after the
others:
"How long do you need? To catch your breath?"
"Half an hour at least."
"Half a what?"
"An hour. Errr, minutes? Several thousand seconds? Water clocks?
Sundials? Anything ring a bell?" She cocked her head quizzically
at all this.
"How much of the sun's flight before you can walk?" She waved a
finger upwards.
"Errr, one-twentieth maybe?" Blank stare. "You know, one over
twenty? Half of one tenth?" Finally a glimmer of understanding
passed over her face and she nodded.
"Cal it a span. Alright. I can do that. You'll be a stag yet if I
have my way. Head in the clouds or not, my overgrown fawn of a
daughter will get her man." She raised her arms and stretched
out, muscles twining in anticipation up and down her immense
limbs. Turning and squatting before me, she patted her wide waist
invitingly. "Grab on. Be ready to walk later."
Unsure what she was inviting me to do first, I latched on to her
neck and wrapped my legs around her midsection. Without another
word she rose and we were off. It was one of the eeriest
experiences of an utterly bewildering day, being lugged on her
naked back like a toddler getting a piggyback ride. Astoundingly
smooth. She didn't so much walk or trot as simply... move. Her
legs and feet swapped fallen trunks for rocks and planted
themselves seamlessly into dirt and leaves, each seemingly
finding its next step independently as her trunk merely shifted
gradually along above them, inerrantly balanced and sure as an
avalanche. Gradually I began to hear the others' breathing as we
caught up and glimpse their figures dashing along beside us. Her
tangled hair reeked of sweat and oil and rotting leaves. I found
myself inhaling it with a deep fascination. From her trunk
lightly bowed to support me, her bodybuilder's arms darted ahead
to bend interposing foliage out of our path. Every so often one
hand would move to rearrange my legs when they began to slide off
the ample saddle of her pelvis or my hands when they drew too
closely around her neck, impeding her breathing.
Unfortunately as she lowered my forearms they would come into
contact with the upper slopes of her breasts, which would prompt
me again to raise them too high which would repeat the whole
story. After a few repetitions of this I allowed one hand (it was
Righty, he's always getting me in this sort of trouble) to wander
down curiously over the swell of her boob. Immediately she
crouched down and shrugged me off.
"If you're rested enough to grab at my teats you're rested enough
to walk. Go."
However, much of her anger seemed to have dissipated into a
triumphant grin. She was right anyway. I followed them on foot,
trying to imitate the women's sure gait, trying to see where they
planted their feet. A chillier wind blew through the trees and a
low rumble somewhere to the left announced the rain they'd
predicted. I wondered how but filed it with the rest of the
almost magical, inexplicable abilities these primitives displayed
here, in their element. Almost without warning, we broke through
some bushes into the open. The others looked to Lakshanit
questioningly. She, in turn, looked to her youngest daughter
again sliding down out of a tree, visibly more tired than before.

"They went `round the wood. They gained a bit, but not much.
Didn't bother trailing us."
Carina clucked her tongue at this.
"They know they've got us. It's their grass North from now on."
"No they don't. Skip the linden copse and the willows. Make for
the old wood directly before dark." Their heads all stared at me
questioningly. I stared back dumbly. Sitalit pointed off in the
distance. Yet another dark band adorned yet another line of hills
in the interminable repetition of the gradually rising terrain. I
groaned and almost collapsed in exasperation.
	"Well" I conceded "I can make it, but what's chasing us?"
At this they stared at each other and for the first time seemed
too intimidated to meet my gaze.
"Best you don't know. Come on." Sitalit mumbled cryptically and
we set off again northwards through the grass. The next couple of
hours were a blur. I looked behind us a couple of times but could
spot nothing, either threatening or benign. The wind grew even
chillier as the thunder approached. My imagination ran wild with
what might be pursuing us, from snakes to honest-to-goodness
dragons. What? I had no idea what this world might hold. Even
fantasy tropes seemed possible. Maybe it was a pride of lions, or
a pack of wolves, or hordes of rampaging cannibals with bones
through their noses. If nothing else, the fear of becoming long
pig drove me on long enough to let myself fall once again in yet
another forest. Getting carried, getting exhausted, forests,
plains, it was all blurring together. My vision swam. My nose and
mouth tasted like pennies. This time, no matter how long I
waited, I could not catch my breath but lay gasping in
desperation. I'd pushed myself as hard as I could, past limits I
hadn't even known I had. I was done.
A few raindrops filtering through the trees onto my sweat-slimy
face woke me. I'd passed out again. Atmafit was yet again
dropping wearily out of a tree nearby. With a low, careful voice
she signaled us to move.
"They're here. They've split up."
"First good news." Lakshanit handed her something. Something very
long and sharp. One of the objects they'd been passing back and
forth before. A wooden spear. An even larger, monstrous duplicate
of it rested in the crook of Lakshanit's powerful arm, over three
meters in length and tipped with a sharp blade. A freaking pike.
Atmafit stood anxiously nearby, fiddling with the string of a
long graceful bow slung over her shoulder. She handed a matching
one to Carina. They picked up quivers full of arrows and all
three moved uphill. It struck me suddenly they'd had these
weapons all along but had not threatened me with them... had not
even let me see them. Then I remembered Sitalit and the knife
back in the wood where I awoke. She hadn't wanted to scare me.
She marched up before me now, extending her hand. She'd changed.
Fatigue showed in her face, but more than that a stolid
determination that clashed with her youthful, delicate features.
She had no bow and no spear. A long knife, almost a sword, hung
in a leather sheath around her waist in addition to the smaller
one. Across her back rested a very long quiver of... arrows?
Something longer. Thicker wooden shafts protruded from it,
lightly feathered.
"Stay with me." Something pleading had snuck into her voice. Her
green eyes were wide and watery.
"Alright."
"Please? Stay with me." She repeated. I could only nod. She
pulled me upright and gave me a quick hug. For a little bit she
pulled me after her. I stumbled, again and again. She paused and
hoisted me over her free shoulder like a carcass, straining a bit
and shuddering with the renewed effort.
"Those are my darts." She panted, meaning the wooden projectiles
next to me on her back. "They call me the dart. Ever since last
year" she continued more to herself than to me. "When I beat the
swallows over the mountain. 'Cause I use darts. And I'm fast."
She set off at a trot. "'Cause I'm fast."
And she was fast. She tore uphill, over fallen logs and boulders,
scattering clusters of leaves and pine needles. Her feet and
forearms showed angry red scratches which hadn't been there that
morning. For that matter, I realized, so did my arms and neck.
Who knew.
A guttural yelp ahead of us brought her to a halt. I raised my
head just in time to see Carina, feet planted in a defensive
posture. Rushing toward her was a sleek, muscular, black-skinned
female form I didn't recognize. The new woman raised her spear as
she ran. As she drew back her arm to strike, Lakshanit's heavier
form suddenly burst from behind a tree and angled a vicious
two-fisted slam onto the other's head. The attacker went down
like a rock. Wordlessly, abandoning her there, we ran again. The
whole event had taken under ten seconds. The dripping rain
finally broke out into a chilling, suffocating downpour and our
pace slowed. Sitalit knelt and tipped me aside. More running.
Water flowed over their bare, sleek backs and down my shirt. At
one point I tried to say something but Sitalit raised her finger
to her lips in warning. In single file, we followed Lakshanit's
form through the rain, turning at seemingly random points,
scrabbling and being hoisted over boulders.
For a while I thought we'd lost our pursuers. Our leader, paused,
signaled us to stop and all four women turned, weapons at the
ready. Past caring, I sat back against a muddy embankment. A
snapping branch before long brought my four... captors? saviors?
to attention.
"Come out!" Lakshanit barked. "Which one of you is it?"
"All of us." Answered a voice from behind a tree trunk.
"Semenan then? Is that you? No it's not, not all of you. You
split up. Dangba's back there with a sore head. Lucky I didn't
break her neck, way she came at us. Other two're like to be to
the east and west by now, chasing deer that didn't turn to run
like you thought we would, squinting their eyes out to find
tracks in runny mud. How many more? One more hanging at the edge
so we don't double back? Won't be more than five of you. Don't
you dare cry out for them, now, or my girls'll give you something
to cry about."
Atmafit had indeed quietly flanked the speaking tree and was
crouching expectantly, arrow notched. On the other side, Sitalit
was fingering a short, light javelin between her fingers and
pacing calmly into the opposite position. The unknown voice
mocked:
"Who, little Atmafit? Why she wouldn't hurt her old friend Semei,
would she?"
	"Try me!" The young archer yelped back, her voice cracking a bit
with the tension, gulping nervously. Nonetheless, I wouldn't have
wanted to be in the other woman's shoes at this moment. A tween
girl with her finger on the trigger? Heavens save us. Evidently
this Semenan arrived at the same conclusion.
	"Alright then. Let's talk. Coming out now."
	Lakshanit motioned for her daughters to lower their weapons and
leaned on her monstrous spear as a figure emerged from behind the
tree. As "short" as Carina around two meters, her complexion was
dark but not African. South-Asian perhaps, given her dainty
facial features and heavy eyebrows. Dark eyes, dark lips. A
gigantic mane of pitch-black hair trailed behind her, tied into a
loose braid hanging wetly with rainwater down to her waist. She
tossed a simple wood spear onto the forest floor as a peaceful
overture but kept the knife around her waist. Like the others,
she was dressed in only a loincloth, her small, elongated bare
breasts tipped with wide dark areolae dripping with trickles of
rain. Some kind of bracelet adorned her forearm.
	"Badgers won't like this. Crossing was in their forest."
	"Badgers hunt in our woods and we hunt in theirs. We understand
each other."
	"Haha!" The other woman threw her head back in somewhat
exaggerated clear laughter. "Like to be there when you explain
that to them. Your problem though, not mine. Way I see it, we
could've gotten there just as easy as you did. Still not properly
claimed so we might just take what's ours."
	"Nothing's yours!" Sitalit growled venomously.
	"Oh, oh now" the newcomer inclined her head from daughter to
mother. "Here I thought you'd be claiming a new one in place of
the one you tossed away. You giving a prize to your little fawn
now are you?"
	"I'm of age! Have been two winters running now!" Protested
Sitalit. Lakshanit raised her hand for silence. Shrill whistling
interspersed the raindrops, somewhere far away.
	"Pay no mind to her hissing. She's just talking out time hoping
the others'll wander back this way. Enough of that. We settle
this now and you call your fellows off, Semenan, or we put an
arrow through your leg and take our chances running. You hold up
our claim and name your reward."
	For the first time, the other woman turned her gaze on me.
	"Seeing as how we might've gotten him, I think it's only fair we
get some extra hospitality."
	"That's how it goes sometimes." Lakshanit shrugged. "But it's my
girl you do the talking to, not me. She was chosen."
	The dark-skinned woman turned grudgingly to Sitalit.
	"Only four of us on this hunt. Next moon around this time, we
come by your summer village when the Stingrays come through with
the salt. Big happy celebration. We each get a night. All four of
us And that's outside of hospitality." She forced herself into a
toothy fake smile. Sitalit bunched her fists angrily and gritted
her teeth, staring from me to her mother. The rain was beginning
to abate. More whistling sounded, this time from the other side,
somewhat closer.
	"Alright..."
	"And!" The other continued "Since I'm the one doing the talking,
I want an extra night for myself. Harvest day at the leaf clan's
village, if you're going, or midwinter feast if you're coming
down. Bring him with you. This is again outside hospitality. It's
what you owe me." A shit-eating grin spread across her dark lips,
which she licked significantly in my direction. Through my
crushing fatigue and confusion, I finally realized they were
bartering for my balls.
	"What, that's what this was all about? All of this? There was no
danger? You ran me ragged this whole day until I can't stand just
to decide which one of you gets to keep me captive?"
	"You're not captive" Sitalit pouted "I've claimed you."
"What's the diff-"
	"Not yet you haven't, anyway." The dusky stranger grumbled but
was silenced by Lakshanit inclining her spear threateningly.
	"Yes or no, Semenan. We agree to your terms. Do you abide by my
daughter's claim or do we fight?" The other looked around for a
long moment. No allies burst forth to her aid.
	"Yes, alright."
	She stepped forward. Sitalit slipped her javelin back into the
quiver on her back and stretched out her hand. They gripped each
other's forearm and that was that. I'd been bought and sold
without so much as a word in edgewise. Semenan turned and looked
me up and down appraisingly, nodded fiddling with her bracelet,
which upon closer inspection was a dried up snakeskin.
	"What if I want to go with her instead, not you?" I asked
Sitalit.
	"Not how it's done." She shook her head violently, sending
rainwater splashing all around, glancing at my eyes then quickly
away. A little hurt by the suggestion, maybe? I searched around
for moral support. Not a single sympathetic look. Lakshanit eyed
me sternly. The other two ignored me, finding some rocks to sit
on to relax. Semenan just winked at me.
	"You'll get your chance. If your little doe ain't learned her
way around a man by then, I'll give you a good going over, don't
you worry."
	With that, she brought her fingers to her lips and whistled out
a complicated signal. We all sat down, some in defeat, some in
relief, yet others in victory. It took some time for the others
to trickle in. By then it was dark and coming down off the
adrenaline rush I was drifting off to sleep again. Words were
exchanged and the snake clan departed. Sitalit patted my arm to
rouse me.
	"Come on. We're sleeping here tonight. Let's find a dry place."
	We ambled uphill until finding a large bed of moss and grass
which had been spared the worst of the rain by some heavier
foliage. Someone handed me some nuts and dried strips of meat I
wolfed down without tasting. Blankets were produced, roughly
woven woolen affairs. We slept. I'd love to say I had energy for
more, but that was it. We finally slept.