Amazon Apocalypse 4 Rewrites: Chapter 74

Author's Note: I accidentally posted the epilogue, so I'm posting everything I've got right now. I'm adding links to the end of all the rewrite chapters to avoid confusion on the order of chapters.

Cyra and I snuck out of the arena before the fight Myrina was trying to pick got going. Hopefully, once they’d gotten their fill of being beaten half to death by Myrina, nobody would dare to come after Cyra or me, since we had placed even higher in the tournament.

There was quite a crowd heading out of the arena, so we joined up with them. A few people recognized us and made us sign their programs—which I did with a flourish using Lightsculptor’s Brush. Then I got asked to do the same across some barrel-chested guy’s stomach. Next thing I know, a young woman bared her breasts to me and asked that I paint my magic across them.

Cyra stepped forward and pushed the young woman back with a scowl. “Leave my husband alone,” she snapped. Grabbing my hand, she stalked off, dragging me into the nearest clothing shop.

“We have just the thing for famous individuals like yourselves who want an inconspicuous night out on the town,” the shopkeeper explained after hearing our request. “Here are two cloaks of unnoticeability.” He puffed out his chest. “They’re enchanted.”

I examined the fine cloaks, each of which sported an enormous price tag. The enchantments were hidden, and all the shopkeeper could tell me about them was that they made slight changes to the wearer’s face and increased one’s resistance to having others use Examine on you.

I peered through a higher spatial dimension to get a good look at the enchantments and wasn’t impressed.

I ended up buying two nice, but regular cloaks.

“You didn’t want the magical ones?” Cyra asked when we left the shop. “I thought you wizard types loved enchanted gear.”

I grinned. “Let me show you something neat.”

Pulling two silver coins out of my pocket, I used my aethersmith powers to heat them and then flattened them into long, thin plates. Using lightsculptor’s Brush, I drew the same enchantment I’d seen on the expensive cloaks the shopkeeper had tried to sell us, along with a few improvements. A quick Mana Bolt flashed the projected image onto the flattened coins, and I folded them into the collar of each cloak. The fabric twisted in on itself, and the palm-length strips of silver vanished into the material like some bar-room magician’s coin trick.

“There. Now instead of being worth one contribution point, these cloaks are worth a thousand.” I tossed Cyra her cloak, then put on my own.

Our new cloaks now did more than significantly lower the wearer’s Charisma stat and increase resistance to being Examined. Now, anyone glancing at us would be subtly encouraged to ignore us. Only someone right in front of us and looking right at us would see the illusions that changed our hair and eye color to a rather common brown.

Cyra hefted the gift, shaking her head but wearing a smile. “Maybe I should have taken up magic instead of the sword. If you spent all day making stuff like this, you’d bring in more coin than my entire territory on Themyscira.”

With the comfort of anonymity, we spent the rest of the day walking, talking, and enjoying ourselves, just as we’d done before going our separate ways. It was nice to catch up with Cyra like this, it felt… appropriate.

“Come on, let’s have an early dinner at our usual place. Then we can have some fun, wife.” I brushed my knuckles along Cyra’s cheek.

She blushed. “You really enjoy calling me that.”

“I worked hard to earn the right to call you that. I’m just making up for lost time.”

Cyra blushed even harder before shaking her head. “I still can’t believe that was you in Doomblade’s armor all along.”

I chuckled. “You probably would have figured it out if you’d looked into it. But no, you had to be Miss Stoic standing there with the weight of the world on her shoulders.”

“I guess I was a little too focused on my duty. Maybe I should—”

“No,” I stopped her. “You don’t need to change a bit, Cyra. Just be the amazing woman I fell in love with. That’s all you have to do.”

Hearing my words, Cyra beamed at me.

“You and I are a team from now on,” I continued, “and I’ll be looking out for you. Okay?”

Cyra’s face took on a permanent scarlet hue, and stayed that way for the rest of the afternoon. For such a fearsome warrior, she turned into a shy, blushing maiden when I said anything embarrassingly mushy. It was awfully cute.

We ate dinner at the same place where we’d had our date, and where I’d later gone with Sakura, Myrina, and Bridget.

“Your usual table?” the waitress asked.

Cyra nodded quickly, and we found ourselves at a window table for two near not far from the private rooms where we’d eaten before. Despite her smaller size, Cyra ate like the Amazonian she was and went through a full six-courses by the time I’d finished my appetizer. After that, we talked about what we’d been up to, and I learned a little more about the auxiliary forces the Samhain family had wanted Cyra to command for her brother.

“This is important for my elder brother’s future on Glacia. If he can save one of the border planets, he’ll return a war hero, deep into B-Grade, with the wealth of an entire planet. Mother is rallying as much support from the Samhain Clan as she can. My father gave him a good army. Father even gifted me some armor, a sword, and a bunch of level advancing stuff to help me secure a tournament victory,” Cyra explained.

“That armor you were wearing was a gift from your father?” I asked.

“Among other things.”

I scratched the back of my neck in embarrassment. “Sorry about ruining his gift. We’ll stop by my shop later and pick you out some replacement gear. As for your brother and family… well, I’m sure we’ll figure something out. I’ll make sure he doesn’t get screwed over.”

Cyra let out a sigh of relief, though she still looked tense. “Thank you. The Samhain Clan hasn’t done nearly as much for you as it should. What you are doing now is bigger than saving our ancestral realm on Themyscira. If you wanted to ask Grandma Luthrin for a favor, I’m sure she’d grant it. She’ll probably insist on doing so, given how much her branch of the family will be counting on you.”

“Is that so?” I rubbed my chin in thought, thinking over what I could ask for.

I’d met Cyra and Myrina’s grandmother briefly and knew her to be an immensely powerful warrior. Maybe it was time I pushed my abilities to the next level. I was nearly at B-Grade, and needed to start holding myself to a higher standard.

We chatted a bit about what I should ask for, and Cyra seemed to brighten as we talked. It was like that heavy melancholy that had clung to her simply melted away. By the end of dinner, Cyra seemed to have accepted my victory, and that we were together for good.

I had dueled her, and I had won. And it wasn’t some fake duel where she threw the match, either. In our duel, she’d fought her hardest, and I had prevailed despite her giving it her all, thereby winning the right to marry her by ancient Amazonian custom beyond any shred of doubt.

After dinner, we walked around the city, watching the unusual sky of the pocket world change into a few twinkling stars, though the night lights that dotted the streets of this magical city made them hard to make out.

“I’ve seen enough. Let’s go, Carter.” Cyra nudged my shoulder after we’d spent several minutes staring up at the night sky and chatting.

“Where to?” I asked.

“I suspect we’ll need a bed for the night, but I’m not bringing you to the family compound,” Cyra replied.

She had a sly but nervous look on her face. Most of the time, I hardly remembered she was Myrina’s sister, but at that moment I sensed distinctly Myrina-like intentions.

“It’s okay,” I told her. “We have an apartment in the city. Technically, it’s Bridget’s apartment, but it has three bedrooms, and we all stay there.”

I brought her back to Bridget’s apartment. A fancy hotel room would probably have been more romantic, but there would be plenty of time for that later, and I suspected this would be a long and—if her sister was any indication—fairly loud night.

“You know what happens on wedding nights, right?” I nudged Cyra in the shoulder after unlocking the apartment door.

As tough as she was, I didn’t want to push her too hard, or too fast. Relationship stuff seemed to be a soft spot for the proud Amazonian warrior beside me. I pushed open the door and led her inside.

“You can just lay back and—”

I never had the chance to finish what I was saying. The moment I shut the door behind us, Cyra grabbed me and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss was not nearly as clumsy as I expected it would be. It took me a moment to figure out why, the answer not coming to me until Cyra had already ripped her clothes off and most of mine, as well.

Cyra kissed the same way she fought.

I bet she’d put hours and hours of careful practice into the motions, though I sensed from her unfamiliar hesitation that this was the first time she’d had a partner to practice on. She’d rehearsed these moves. Quite a bit, from the feel of it.

Cyra grabbed my arm and dragged me into the bedroom I pointed to before pushing me onto the bed. Then she was on the bed with me and kissing me again. She was practically on top of me when she broke off the kiss and spoke in a breathless husk, “Take me… husband!”

The words were practically a demand.

Just moments ago, I’d been trying to figure out how to coax an embarrassed Amazonian princess into enjoying her first time. But apparently, Cyra had her own plans for the night, and it seems I’d held out on her for far too long.

“Wait, Cyra, there’s something I should tell you. It’s about a special skill of mine—” I tried to tell her about it, but as luck would have it, that was when the nearly nude Amazonian straddled my hips, triggering my ability as my cock became hard as steel.

Her eyes seemed to glow for a moment as her hips started grinding into my stomach and groin. She literally ripped off her underwear, and then her dripping sex was riding the length of me through my pants.

Both our bodies were at the peak of C-Grade, and my pants were only normal clothes. The strength behind Cyra’s hips and hot pussy was so intense that between her and my growing erection, my humble pants didn’t stand a chance. With a loud rip, my cock popped into the open. It stood proudly in the air for only a moment before Cyra lifted her hips and took me inside her.

She hesitated for only a moment, breath hitching as she inserted it into herself, before sinking down the full length of my shaft. Then, she went right back to gyrating her hips, only now my cock was inside her and the sensation was intense.

“Husband… husband… my husband!” Cyra panted, her eyes revealing an obsession that had always remained buried deep beneath a fortress of discipline.

Under normal circumstances, I would have figured out what was happening far sooner, but my current predicament left me slow on the uptake. And can you blame me? Cyra’s velvet vice felt amazing.

Eventually, though, I realized her delirious state had to be at least partially caused by my Scepter of the Supreme Patriarch skill. I spent a minute inwardly debating whether I should say anything about it. After several bliss-filled minutes trying to justify not telling her, I decided to voice my concerns.

“Cyra!” I reached up and forced her to look at me. “Cyra, I didn’t tell you this earlier, but I have a skill that affects your mood and sexual proclivities. You’re feeling so crazy right now because you’re on top.”

My words fell on deaf ears, and I didn’t have a chance to complain when Cyra silenced me anyway with another searing kiss.

“My husband. Mine at last…” Cyra giggled almost drunkenly.

Clearly, I wouldn’t be getting through to her in her current state. I needed to turn the tables on her. Satisfied with that course of action, I bided my time and waited for my chance. In a few more minutes, what I knew was coming happened.

Cyra threw her head back as a tremor ran through her entire body.

You have drained a level from Cyra Samhain!

Ah, shit…

Taking one of Cyra’s levels hadn’t been part of the plan. I could deactivate that feature at the cost of some of my skill’s effects. Originally, I thought that I’d have time to do so—but that was before Cyra had ambushed me. I’d just have to make use of the opportunity Cyra had given me.

When Cyra was at her most vulnerable, still riding but had slowed almost to a stop, I shifted my hips and flipped her over while still inside her.

“There we go. Now that I’m on top, I’ll show you the proper way to make love to your new fiancé.” I grinned, ready to show Cyra the good time I had planned.

It wouldn’t be as special after she’d had her way with me, but…

“Husband!” Cyra grabbed my head and pulled it to her breasts, holding me tight against her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, trapping my face between her boobs as she pumped worked hips up and down, somehow still riding my cock.

Given how much stronger she was, she pinned my face to her breasts—though I knew I could have escaped with Shadowrealm Stride at any time if I’d been motivated to do so. I didn’t, because Cyra’s boobs were rather comfortable. I wouldn’t have thought they’d be as soft and full as they were, considering how much she exercised, but I was pleasantly surprised at what I found with my face pressed against her pillowy mounds. These were some truly fantastic breasts.

I may have spent quite a bit of time admiring them. It could have been a few minutes or a few hours, but eventually I realized I’d made a miscalculation. It wasn’t just my magic cock that was driving Cyra crazy. If it was, the position switch should have reversed her mood entirely. Instead, she switched from being an aggressive lover to a lover that cuddled me so tightly a normal human would have cracked every rib they had.

The truth was that this is what Cyra wanted.

Truthfully, I was flattered by the obsessive outpouring of attention. I’d missed her, but all this made me feel like she’d missed me even more.

When I finally focused on the task at hand, I realized I needed to regain control of the situation.

“Cyra? Are you okay?” I asked her.

“More! Been waiting for so long… too long. All your fault…” Cyra panted, still going strong.

Her grip was as powerful as ever. Maybe in my Doomblade Armor I could have broken free of it, but my armor was in the shop with Gobgob, undergoing repairs. Somehow, I needed to regain control of the situation without it.

I wouldn’t be much of a patriarch if I spent the rest of our wedding night letting Cyra ride me like this. If I did, Cyra might get the wrong idea about who owned and wielded the magic cock in our marriage. After all, I was the one who had won our duel.

Anyone watching might have thought it was the other way around.

I couldn’t overpower Cyra, at least not without taking enough levels from her that I’d be pushed into B-Grade—which I suddenly found myself getting damn close to. What I needed was something to constrain her hands.

The Lasso of Amazonian Binding had lost much of its strength during our duel, but Cyra had to be getting tired. I hoped the enchantments still had enough power to be of use.

I focused, trying to remember where my bag of holding had gone when Cyra had practically torn my shirt off. Eventually, an image of it formed in my mind, and I reached for the lasso within the bag with my telekinesis.

“It’s happening again, husband! I… I love you!” Cyra wailed as she climaxed a second time.

You have drained a level from Cyra Samhain!

I held my breath, focusing so I wouldn’t cum with her. When I’d centered myself, the lasso floated to my hands, and I grabbed both of Cyra’s wrists in one hand. She hardly resisted my grip as she rode out her orgasm—even when I brought the lasso around and tied her wrists together.

“That’s more like it.”

I grinned, suddenly realizing that this magical rope would get used the way Myrina originally intended for them to be used after all. As Cyra panted beneath me, I looped the lasso several times over the bed’s sturdy headboard. Sakura had claimed she’d paid extra for their sturdiest bed and ‘Amazonian proof insurance’. So far, Myrina and I hadn’t broken the bed—I just hoped we wouldn’t need the insurance if Cyra pulled too hard on the lasso.

When Cyra next decided to flip me over for a pelvis-crushing session of Amazonian snu-snu, there wasn’t enough give in the rope and I had little trouble keeping her on her back.

“We’re going to have the slow and cozy wedding night I imagined one way or another.” I ran my hand along Cyra’s cheek and the other along her soaking-wet sex.

Compared to the aggressive and fast-paced stimulation she’d just been receiving, this was nothing. It would take time to make teasing her worthwhile.

“Y-you teased me for months. Must you continue?” Cyra pleaded as I planted kisses from her neck to her navel.

“Maybe if you promise to be my good little Amazonian matriarch and do everything I say, I’ll go a little faster. But if not, that’s alright too. I’m having plenty of fun.”

I reached up and gave one of Cyra’s perky nipples a gentle rub between thumb and forefinger, then kneaded the breast underneath it. When I examined them with my face, I suspected they’d feel wonderful to squeeze. Now I was free to confirm it.

I did so immediately and thoroughly, then did the same for the rest of Cyra’s body. One of these days, I’d build her some custom armor, much like the Feisty Redhead armor Myrina wore to the arena. When that time came, I needed to make sure the armor was perfectly sized. That made what I was doing a close, visual inspection—that meant this should be considered important work.

You have drained 2 levels from Cyra Samhain!

Your race, Homo Fatum, has reached level 197!

Your class, Sage of Forbidden Knowledge, has reached level 197!

I wasn’t sure when sex turned into cuddling and cuddling into snoozing, but eventually, Cyra and I fell asleep, arms wrapped tight around one another.

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Semi-new epilogue and final thoughts later today.