Amazon Apocalypse 6: Chapter 25

I’d gotten quite a bit of action with Reluna, but after a few short minutes, I was starting to feel that throbbing need in my loins again. I’d once read it was unhealthy to be pent up for too long, and I certainly believed it now.

Fortunately, I had a few more visits to make. I ran into Cyra first, who was in Prince Herius’ palace. I said hello to the prince, helped him with a small request for an enchanted scrying system, and then dragged Cyra off to the back room, where I had my way with her.

Mimiko heard I’d returned midway through and was happy to take some of my attention as well. Naturally, I bent her over, just as I had Reluna, and put her through the same paces.

By the time I was done with the two of them, it had been hours since I’d arrived, and I’d still seen no signs of Myrina. Thankfully, Cyra knew where she’d run off to.

“Still not satisfied even after all that? Is something wrong with Bridget and Sakura back home?” Cyra asked, eyebrows raised.

“With Sakura? No. With Bridget? Well, I’ll let her tell you when you finally come home. But I’m looking for Myrina for purely platonic reasons.” My mind went back to the giant phallic tower she’d built in the middle of the city. “Mostly platonic reasons. I need her back in Crownhill. Is she up to anything important here?”

“Only if you consider terrorizing the locals important. Prince Herius has her running around beating up troublemakers. This world is covered in city-states that are all that remain from hundreds of unique worlds. There are already a lot of new neighbors calling for war.” Cyra shrugged.

“I figured. Given all the clashing cultures here, the only thing stopping this place from becoming as warlike as a newly integrated shard is the presence of Prince Herius and his troops. So long as he rules with a steady hand, this place is basically an empire, but it’ll take generations to stabilize.”

I hunted down Prince Herius again, who told me where he’d pointed me in Myrina’s direction.

“I must admit, as nice as it is to spend time with my little sister, this world will be a safer place when she’s occupied elsewhere. It’s all I can do to keep her busy,” Prince Herius said while pinching his brows.

So I hunted down Myrina, who was three cities over. She was supposed to go to the palace of the local king and convince him or her to give up on their dreams of conquest. As I traveled through the newly built city, I was impressed by the amount of gold inlaid in every structure. I could hardly even see my own hastily-made earth-shaped structures beneath all the decorations. The locals hadn't really improved the structures in any measurable way, but they'd certainly made them their own.

This was a very proud civilization. The way they held themselves with back straight and chins up-tilted gave every citizen a haughty look. Personally, I didn’t like the odd uniformity they had. Nor was I fond of the derisive looks everyone was giving me as I passed, at least until they examined me and saw my level.

After they saw how powerful I was, they did their best to contain their disgust. I had little choice but to walk around with my real level on display, since without it I was attacked almost immediately for daring to intrude on their territory. No wonder Prince Herius needed these people dealt with. Things were already far worse than I feared.

The locals were an odd type of tall, pointy-chin, and bug-eyed elf. Perhaps it was the arrogant expressions constantly resting on their faces, but they looked wrong to me. Like the System hadn’t been able to nudge these people as close to the image of the Architects as it normally did.

“None may enter the realm of the new Eldmeri Dominion,” said one of two guards. Both were C-Grades in shiny golden armor. They crossed their weapons to bar my way.

“I’m here on official business for Prince Herius, ruler of this planet,” I replied. I'd been through this before, but normally when I showed off my level guards wisely stepped aside. These two were proving more stubborn.

“We do not recognize Prince Herius as our ruler. Go away,” the guard said.

These stuck-up and snooty people showed very little gratitude for Prince Herius not only saving their asses but giving them a new city and lands to inhabit. If not for his help, they’d be homeless beggars on the streets of a major world as they desperately searched for somewhere to rebuild their civilization.

I looked behind the guards. There had once been a set of impressive golden doors there, but now there were only the guards. The original doors were still lying on the ground about a hundred feet from the entrance. The one I could see had a massive dent in it in the shape of Myrina’s foot. She must have also faced issues at this checkpoint.

"Let me guess, you took over this shift unexpectedly?" I asked, grinning to myself.

"Our affairs are none of your buisness, outsider. Be gone from this place before the Overlord throws you out," the guard spat back.

“That's a yes then. I imagine if you'd seen what happened to your predocessors, you wouldn't have taken this job. Anyway, I’m looking for my companion. Have you seen her?” I asked the two guards.

“Leave now. This is your final warning. Your kind are not welcome here,” the lead guard snarled.

“Sorry, but I’m not asking for your permission. And if I were you, I’d learn a bit of humility in a hurry. I don’t know how things were for you back home, but this isn’t your world. I'll ask again, did you two see somebody come through here recently? About this tall? Red hair?”

“The loss of our original world was merely a small setback. Soon, the Thalmori Overlord shall reign supreme over the lesser races of this realm, and all the lesser races shall be slaves or exterminated to make way for our descendants,” the guard sneered at me as he spoke.

The guard went on his little tirade a while longer, but I tuned him out while searching the inner city behind him for a palace. There was a tremendous racket echoing out from behind the gates the guards protected. Something was going on back there, and I had a hunch I knew what it was.

“What’s that behind you?” I asked.

“Nothing that concerns you, outsider! Our forces will have her under control in a moment,” the guard continued to sneer angrily, though this time he sounded a bit worried underneath the bravado.

I realized this pair wasn’t going to help me no matter what I said, and if not for my level, they probably would have already attacked me. There was no point in dragging out the inevitable, so I decided to take care of them then and there.

I fired two quick spells at the still-ranting guard, vaporizing him in his armor. The other hefted his halberd, but I caught it in my hand, used it to tug him closer, and then did the same thing.

“I’ll be on my way then, thanks.” I walked past the now-dead guards. They wouldn’t be baring my way any longer.

I debated changing into their armor to hide my foreign appearance. That would at least stop the crude remarks from the locals. But maybe they ought to see someone who wasn’t one of their own but could still kick their asses regardless.

That was probably why Prince Herius sent Myrina here to make trouble. And I had a hunch that the loud crashing sound I was hearing was Myrina making trouble. So I followed the sound of the noise deeper into the inner city.

It had barely been a few months since we’d rescued these guys, and they were already plotting to overthrow the prince. Not that they had any chance at succeeding. The First Legion under Prince Herius had dozens of B-Grades in it, and the planet Glacia on the other side of the star system had even more powerful people on it. Any rebellion was doomed to fail. But that was the prince’s problem, not mine.

In a way, maybe they were lucky that Myrina showed up to humble them a little. Unlike me, she’d been much less subtle at entering the city. She’d kicked down the door and then just about everything else in her way.

A few hundred guards, like the ones I encountered at the gates, lay bleeding out on the ground just past the entrance. These people were as stubborn as they were arrogant, and it looked like they'd thrown themselves at Myrina one after another when she demanded entrance.

I made my way into the inner city, which was as gaudy as everything else. Spotting Myrina wasn’t hard.

She was currently engaged in battle against an early B-Grade, though calling it a battle was a bit of a misnomer. It was more of a one-sided beat-down that Myrina was intentionally drawing out, so everyone in the city got a good look.

I examined Myrina’s opponent. Sure enough, that was the overlord the guards had been talking about a moment ago.

Thalmori Overlord (Level 205)

I watched the woman fly halfway across the city, smashing through a dozen buildings to land in a bloody heap on the ground.

Myrina appeared a second later, standing atop the Thalmori Overlord’s breastplate.

“Say it! Say you’re a dumb pointy-chin idiot and that you’re giving up on all your dreams of conquest!” Myrina demanded of the of the Thalmori Overlord.

“Never! The dominion will reign supreme over this world!” the Thalmori Overlord spat out a mouthful of blood. Her fingers clenched tightly around her sword, but not very well. Her arm was broken in several places, and only the might of her B-Grade body allowed her to move it at all.

Myrina stepped on the sword, then threw her own point down until it was stuck in the dirt. That freed her hands to scoop the Thalmori Overlord up, then flip her upside down in a pile-driver that smashed the B-Grade Overlord’s face into the ground.

The Thalmori Overlord tried to struggle, but it was a weak and feeble thing.

“This golden armor looks way too cool for you. I’m taking it as loot,” Myrina declared as she stripped the ruler of this city down to her underclothes, in full view of her people.

“How... dare you...” the Thalmori Overlord spluttered. Or at least that’s what I thought she said through broken teeth and the fact that her head was half-buried in the dirt.

Myrina tried on the golden helmet for size. “Wow. The enchantments on this armor really suck. Weren’t you rambling on and on about the superiority of your magic and technology a little while ago? My husband’s pet goblins make better armor than this.”

Myrina tore the helmet off and threw it at one of the nearby defensive towers. The metal projectile flew as fast and hard as a cannon ball, smashing half the guard tower apart and sending it crumbling.

“Hey, you never reinforced the stone towers either! I can knock them down just like that? Neat! Hey, Overlord lady, I’ve got a game we should play!” Myrina picked up the overlord again and threw her through another defensive tower, knocking it over, just like the other one.

I waited for a few minutes while Myrina had her fun. It only took Myrina a few tosses to bring down a city that had taken my construction golems a month to build, but it wasn’t like these Thalmori were grateful for my gifts. She might as well knock them down and let these people build back up from sticks and stones.

Eventually, I cleared my throat and got Myrina’s attention.

“Glad you’re having fun,” I said.

Myrina’s eyes went wide, and she looked nervous and embarrassed even as she finished throwing the Thalmori Overlord through another tower.

“Uh... Herius said I could destroy this city! This is an officially sanctioned rampage, promise!” Myrina said.

I laughed. “I know. These guys are assholes, aren’t they? It’s probably for the best that we take out their defenses and infrastructure. Maybe clean out the leadership too. If they’re rebuilding, they won’t be plotting to invade their neighbors.”

“Oh. Oh! Does that mean you’re here to join in on my rampage?” Myrina asked hopefully.

I chuckled. “You know what? What the hell. Let’s smash some stuff.”

So I joined Myrina on her rampage. If these guys wanted war so badly, we’d show them what a war would look like.

“Throw me! Throw me!” Myrina yelled, and she curled up into a ball. I picked her up and launched her at the walls. She shifted her density from light to something more approaching a mountain as she flew, and just before impact, she did a flip and planted herself feet-first against the outer walls.

The result was a cataclysmic shattering sound that brought down a good chunk of the city and rendered all the defenses on that side irreparable. Guards on the walls screamed as they hurtled to the ground.

“Again! Again!” Myrina skipped back in my direction like a giddy girl at a playground.

“Alright, let’s try over there,” I chuckled and pointed at another chunk of a wall filled with guards and barracks. I was avoiding the civilian districts in our rampage. As asshole-ish as everyone in this city had been to me, I was still willing to give the noncombatants another chance. But anybody wearing a uniform or making weapons was fair game.

Over the next hour or so, we had our fun and wreaked havoc on the city. For the first half, guards threw themselves in our direction in desperate attempts to kill us. We treated it like a sport halfway between baseball and golf and took turns swatting them with Doomblade’s sword as they rushed us.

“You see that? I knocked that guy clear out of the city! Beat that!” Myrina flashed me a grin as she placed a hand on her hip.

“You’re on. See that building in the distance? That’s what I’m aiming for. It looks like there’s a few more balls coming our way in a second.”

I got another three hits in as a squad of guards rushed me, but none of them went anywhere close to where I was aiming. I figured the odd shape of a humanoid body made flight trajectories too unpredictable. I mentioned as much to Myrina.

“I bet we could hit them further if they curled up into a ball for us,” I suggested.

“Okay. Let’s tie ‘em up!” Myrina replied.

Truthfully, I’d only intended to pick up Myrina and return home. If I had been given this mission in Myrina’s place, I would have completed it in a quick and surgical decapitation strike that wiped out the city’s leadership and nobility.

Myrina could have easily done the same thing, but somehow, it just didn’t seem as fun. It was probably all that time we’d spent fooling around like this as kids that brought out my inner child when I was with her. Except now, instead of smashing anthills, we were smashing warmongering supremacist dictatorships.

By the time we were done, everything outside of the civilian housing district was in ruins. The Thalmori were going to have to learn what it felt like to build their infrastructure from scratch rather than have it all gifted to them by me. But given the events of today, I figured most of them would rather return to pastoral life than risk another visit from Myrina.

Something about reliving our shared childhood seemed to light up Myrina’s heart, and as we played, her smile grew so warm I felt like it should be burning me. Her playful shoves and jabs turned into tugs and squeezes, and her hands lingered on me far longer than was appropriate for friends.

It was about then that I remembered she was my wife by Amazonian law and tradition, and I realized once more what a lucky man I was. Few men were blessed enough to be married to their best friend.

I couldn’t help myself. When she squeezed my arm next, I pulled her in for a kiss. She must have been waiting for that, because she leaned in tight, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved her tongue forcefully against mine in something a lot less chaste than what I’d been planning.

By reflex, my hands found the clasps of her armor, and they fell to the ground with a clank. My own armor vanished a moment later.

“Oh, heavens above… don’t tell me they’re about to do it right here?” one of the guards we’d tied up into a ball groaned.

“We’re doomed! In a few more decades, there will be a third of these menaces! The Dominion is finished!” another guard cried.

“By the gods, is that what a manhood is supposed to look like? Perhaps we Thalmori aren’t so superior after all…” said one of the female guards.

Myrina and I parted briefly to get rid of the peanut gallery, but soon we were back at it in force. I pushed her against the ground, grabbing her breasts and kissing her neck. I barely had time to line my cock up with her entrance when she shifted her hips and swung so she was on top of me.

She rode me with the same playful fierceness I’d been admiring for the last hour.

“Oh, ancestors, how did I ever let myself talk into staying here instead of going home with you?” Myrina giggled between panting moans as she stroked my cheek and moved her hips.

I shifted my own hips until I was on top again and took over.

“Good news. I came here to fetch you. I’ve got a job that requires your unique skill set,” I told her as I thrust deep into her.

She reached up and wrapped arms around my shoulders. “It’s good to be appreciated.”

Then she hauled herself up and wrapped her thighs around my back as I stood and she rode me in the air.

Eventually, Myrina arched her back and let out a long moan, much greater than the rest.

You have drained three levels from Myrina Samhain!

You have gained one level. Sage of Forbidden Knowledge has reached level 396.

Myrina was a much more powerful B-Grade compared to Reluna’s C-Grade, so what took ten levels from Reluna only took three from Myrina. I realized I could probably reach the peak of A-Grade right here and now if I wanted, but I held back, despite Myrina’s best efforts to coax me into doing otherwise.

Eventually, both she and I decided to take our reunion to more comfortable surroundings, which was the only thing that saved what little was left of the Dominion.

<Note>

Skyrim players might see a reference in here. Yes, the Thalmor are that annoying in the game, no matter your level.