Borumas’ eyes him curiously as he moved towards the water. Glancing back, he saw the group of just over two hundred all staring at him.

“It’s just shallow water, it’s not like it’s going to kill you,” he said taking his shirt off before removing his shoes socks and trousers. Glancing behind himself, he saw the girls staring at him, still not moving from their place outside the bathhouse door.

Looking into the bathhouse, he noted that it wasn’t that dark so the Borumas probably wouldn’t fear that. And even if it was too dark, they still probably wouldn’t care. Was It because of the water? It went up to his chest, so maybe that was too high for them?

“Bloody hell,” he murmured to himself as he slowly dipped himself into the warm water.

As soon as he did this, some hands locked not him and dragged him from the water. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the worried faces of the Boruma girls as they forbid him from entering the water. He knew amazons and Borumas were sacred of water as they could swim, but this was ridiculous to him.

Dragging him from the water they brought him out of the bathhouse. Borumas gathered around, all bustling and pushing to try and place a hand onto him. Why? He had no clue either. He assumed though it was their way of making sure he was alright. Getting up off the ground from where the Borumas had him pinned, he guessed that until they calmed it was best to start making the oven.

Repeating the routine from the days before, he collected some branches and vine to make the skeleton for the oven. After a growling while, they had the skeleton made and repeated the same process of using clay, stone, and wood to create the oven. Liam allowed the Borumas to play around the oven for a while, trying their best to figure out what use it would have.

Getting a small fire going on the ground, Liam lit the kindling placed under the oven. Using this, he had the Borumas get him some of the meat they had stored away. Again, something he had struggled to translate before but now he found himself yelling at them the rough words in their language that seemed to get them to help him.

Once they returned with the meat, he showed them how to use the salt to add flavour to the meat. Before this, he assumed the Amazons must have gotten their salts from raiding the mainland, or from imports or trades with other tribes, but now they could finally have some of their own that was easy to come by.

At some point, Liam wanted to try and show them how it can be used to preserve foods, but he decided it was best to wait until the amazons were around again so that he could more easily tell them. The Borumas were smart, well they were smart in a group anyway, on their own they were stupid but together they made up a somewhat decently intelligent group, but still, he doubted they could do much with the knowledge of how to preserve foods using salts and how that worked.

As the meat of the large bird, they had placed into the oven cooked, Liam decided again to try and make an attempt to get into the warm water of the bathhouse. Getting up from his position of sitting in front of the oven but stopped as he watched several Borumas awkwardly trying to get into the bathhouse.

Moving to their side, he tried to figure out what they were doing. Leaping to the front of the door, he blocked them from entering the bathhouse. Each held pieces of Chillcali meat in their hands. Now he realised what they were doing, they didn’t want him going in the water because they thought the bathhouse was just a large cooking pot. Ah, that explained it. Now how would he explain to them that it wasn’t a cooking pot? He was exactly sure considering he never thought he would have to explain such a thing, but hay, there is a first time for everything.

After convincing the Borumas to put down their meat, he led them into the hut. Once inside the hut, he again striped to the giggles and mutters of the Borumas. First, he placed his leg into the water. Andreaka and Icaria saw this through the doorway and leapt to stop him. Smirking, Liam saw that they had fallen for his trap. Grabbing them by the arms, he flung them into the water before jumping in after them.

Splashing, kicking, panicking, the Borumas (with a little help from Liam) managed to get to their feet. Once on their feet, the girls almost immediately tried to scamper to the sides to escape, but Liam managed to grab them and prevent them. When both girls calmed when they looked to see Liam holding them, they allowed themselves to relax in the water. Sitting down with the Two Borumas latched to him, he allowed the warm water to take him.

For what felt like the first time in hundreds of years, he had a warm bath. Despite the warmth of the water, the two Borumas beside him shook like leaves. He couldn’t blame them; the last time they were in this kind of situation it was probably when they were cooking someone. Keeping his arms around both the girls, they soon found themselves being joined by other curious Borumas. Relaxing in the water, he allowed the girls to slowly trickle inside, get in the water and do one of two things.

Either they would awkwardly wade through the water and over to him, Andreaka and Icaria. When by their side the Borumas would then usually just hover around, not allowing their necks to go deep into the water. The second option was that the Borumas would get into the water, then find a place to sit with their friends as they began to joke and play in the water. As they usually would do in any lake or stream.

Wasn’t that hard after all. Looking to his side, he saw the new challenge. Andreaka and Icaria clung to either side of him like protective pups. Both knew it was safe now, but still, they seemed to have some loitering suspicions as they refused to budge from their overly protective places. Liam smiled at the girls. They were warm. Their bodies relaxed him. Yet still, he felt as if he was exploiting them. They were just being protective, not at noticing he found too beautiful, nude, young women clinging to his side to be arousing.

Pushing them back, he eased himself out of the water. Moving to the exit he decided to leave the girls to bathe for a while. Both Borumas went to jump after him but were quickly distracted by their friends dragging them off to play. Not wanting to wait for them to catch up, he quickly ran outside. Pulling on his clothes, he made a quick retreat to the tree line.

All Borumas were too distracted eating the slated and cooked meat or were filling into the bathhouse. This meant he met no resistance as he scrambled to the tree line. The Borumas were good people, but they were a bit too possessive and needed to have some fun of their own. Wondering a little into the woods, he glanced back to look at the bathhouse. They hadn’t moved, not by a bit. Perfect.

Moving deeper into the jungle, he decided to go back to the main house. Today would be a day of rest for the Borumas while he pondered over his plans for the guns. He knew how ineffective normal bullets were against Amazons. And that there was no way they were going to be able to get their hands on the technology the make plasma or Leza cannons from the city-states, so he was going to need to find something else.

Trudging through the tundra, he took his time to admire the different plants and birds of this tropical paradise. If it wasn’t for the human-eating natives, then maybe this place would have been an ideal holiday destination for a rich merchant of a lord. Such an amazing place, tainted by so much war. Of course, you could see the signs of battle at first, but looking closer at the trees he could see the places in which arrows had cut into the wood.

Now and then he would come across a stain of red blood across a tree trunk. How many had died here? Liam wondered for a time further. An hour, maybe to past of him just following the blood-stained tree trunks. Under his feet, he now and then felt the crack of decaying bone fragments. What the hell was this place? Carrying on for a while further, Liam soon found his answer.

A large hut sat at the tops of the trees. Crudely it had been put together as large pieces of wood jagged and protruded awkwardly from the sides, bottom, and top of the structure. Taking a step closer, Liam looked closely at the crooked wooden ladder. To say it was a ladder would be generous. Simply it was a few pieces of wood from different structures and what looked to be parts of a cart bound together with vine.

The sound of rope whipping through the wind sounded like a sneer wrapped around his ankle.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered as he was hoisted into the air. Dangling in the air, he instinctively started to struggle. Deep bellowing growls surrounded him, putting a stop to his struggles. Carefully and cautiously, he looks around making sure to make no sudden movements.

“My, my, my, what is this little thing?”

“Oh fuck,” he muttered as he realised it was Kenyanire of all people. Studying the Bush line, he quickly realised where the grounds had been coming from. Thorn, Yantraki, and Morgarina slowly emerged from the bushes, looks of hunger and lust in their animal-like eyes.

“Afternoon,” Liam said, trying to stay calm. Moving around him, Kenyanire gently ran her fingers along his body.

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“My daughters, I believe I have found tonight’s dinner,” Kenyanire said, smiling at the helpless Liam.

“Sorry umm,” Liam said, not knowing the best way to get out of this situation. Surrounding him, the Amazons probed his body with their hands.

“Awww, such an adorable little thing,” Yantraki said as her hands caressed his cheeks. Oh no, he saw where this was going. Kenyanire started to pull on his trousers. Quickly she removed his belt and using a vine as a knife she cut his pants off his body.

Shivers ran down his spine as Thorn licked his side as she removed his shirt. A pair of hands placed itself on either side of his head. Feeling of warmth flooded through him, jolting his head back he looked to see Morgarina staring at him. This had to be one of her powers. Yantraki locked her lips with his as she shoved one of her sisters to the side to get to him.

Cutting the vines around his ankles, he dropped to the floor. Within seconds the women swarmed him. Biting and pulling at him, they quickly made themselves comfortable. Thorn held his arms while Yantraki kept his legs down. Morgarina sat along the side, her hand on his chest. Trying to read his thoughts, she found it near impossible before almost losing control. Liam noticed this as she squirmed and jumped whenever she touched him.

It was now the mating season, as such the Amazons of course had heightened senses. So maybe she was simply to… Liam shuddered at his hypothesis. It was so stupid, just too stupid to be true. Glancing at the two other heavily panting and wide-eyed sisters, he realised it may have been true after all. Simply she was too hormonal to use her powers. Liam chuckled to himself, not knowing if this situation was any better or worse due to that fact.

After all, they all seem to be far more physical and forceful now, but at least if a fight broke out, they weren't going to start battling each other with magic and get him caught in the middle.

Looking to Kenyanire, he watched as she crawled between his legs. She seemed to be the only one who had somewhat control over her power. She was the dangerous one…

Liam sat how he usually found himself sitting most days, under a large tree with his clothes torn and ragged. Looking down, he saw Yantraki happily sucking on his cock. It had felt like years since the Amazonian family had attacked him. The others rested in a pile of exhausted ecstasy. But Yantraki was persistent in her pursuit of mating Liam. Most of his energy had been trying to make sure he didn’t ejaculate into the women whenever they rode him.

Rubbing the bruises on his skin, he had suffered these from the angered Amazons anytime he had refused to finish in them. Liam fidgeted slightly in his seat as he felt himself about to finish. Yantraki seems to realise this is a while as she quickly turned and lifted herself. Placing the tip of his member against her slit before sliding down. Just in time, Liam managed to quickly pull out. Glaring over a shoulder at him she looked to see his semen splashing onto the grass rather than inside of her.

I mutter a few words in Amazonian, she turned and shoved him into the grass. In an obvious show of annoyance, she sat on top of him. Eventually getting bored of this she began to straddle his waist again before cuddling her face into his chest. It was clear to him that she was just buying her time until he had the energy again for sex. Liam lays head back on the grass as he recounted to himself how it was amazing that something so good could feel so abhorrent at the same time.

Bustling came from the bush line. Looking up, he saw the concerned faces of several Borumas including Andreaka, Icaria, and their possies.

“Afternoon,” he said, dragging himself from the now exhausted-looking Yantraki.

Looking at the bags under her eyes, he noticed the look of fatigue. It was as if she hadn’t slept in days yet still has so much energy. Or at least that was what he thought. But as he scurried away, he noticed her claps to the ground, too exhausted to run after him. A day or two later she was bound to come and try to get him, but for now, he was safe, and he knew that.

When she woke though, he assumed she was going to probably try and track him again. Running, he started to think. This mating mode, as he now found himself calling it, made the Amazons have heightened senses. So, she couldn’t have been able to use the slave seal as that took some level of focus. Then how did find him? For a second, he thought before concluding. Smell, it had to be smell.

Her incredibly heightened senses properly included her sense of smell. This meant of course that she was probably able to sniff him out from even longer distances than before. Liam knew what he had to do. Sprinting back to the house, past a small group of Borumas, and into the house. Rummaging around, he found a large wooden crate. Opening it, he found the liquid form of the aphrodisiac.

Not saying a word or even acknowledging the Borumas who angrily yapped at him for waking them, he darted out the door. Going back down the path, through the village, and then back to the edge of the jungle. He wasn’t sure exactly where they were, but he knew they were in that part of the jungle. Opening the aphrodisiac, he recoiled as the smell hit him. Moving to one of the trees, he made sure to keep the drug extended away from his face to avoid being affected by the drug.

Carefully, he poured an amount of the drug onto the tree. Turning he took thirty steps. No, he needed to be safe. He wasn’t sure what radius the drug affected the Amazons. Not wanting to be caught out, he took only twenty steps. Marking another tree, then taking about twenty steps, before again marking a tree.

For a while, he repeated this process before the drug ran dry. Once the bottle was empty, he safely discarded it by throwing it into a bush. There was still a faint scent, so maybe it was enough to keep them away for a little longer. Knowing the drug usually had to be applied to an area of the body in which it could quickly get into the body, he moved to find a lake and wash his hands. He didn’t want to accidentally rub the drug in his eyes and start going into heat.

Shivers ran through Liam at the thought of being anything like the Amazons. Good people, but he never wanted to be like them. Well, as good as cannibalistic sadist could get. Several Borumas burst from an ally in front of him. War spears in hand, red paint on their skin. Aiming their spears at him, the warriors quickly surrounded him.

“Ok look, I didn’t try to abandon you,” the Borumas glared at him with a mix of anger and annoyance, maybe even a little relief that he didn’t get killed after they saw him going back in the direction of the Amazons.

One of the women yelled something, her spear stilled aimed at him. Andreaka and Icaria leapt from the darkness between the houses. Liam felt sweat begin to take over him as the women snarled at him. All were armed with spears, probably as well what added to his sudden sweat. Stomping over to him, the two girls and their group glared at him. Puffing out their cheeks like angered children, they locked their eyes with his.

Trying to look away, Andreaka and Icaria leapt to his side. Kneeling by his side, they wouldn’t allow him to break eye contact. Again, trying to look away, the girls jumped to meet eye contact.

“Sorry for running,” he murmured. Not understanding his words, but getting the idea that he was being apologetic, the Borumas lowered their weapons. Leaping onto the ground, several Borumas grabbed his legs while the others grabbed his arms.

Hoisting him into the air, the women carried him through the village.

“Oh no,” Liam said, not even scared as he was becoming oddly used to this kind of event. Liam quieted as a sharp tip of a spear quickly jabbed at his butt.

Staying quiet as they carried him through the village, he listened to the sounds of other Borumas gathering. Guessing from the different tones of voices, they were either gathering to either relax at him being safe or berate him from suddenly wondering off after only just escaping from some Amazons. Still, he couldn’t hold their anger against them. They were just worried, and understandably so.

The only reason he was able to escape was that the Amazons were tired from most likely having sex for a few days straight with no food or rest. If they were at full strength, they could have probably killed him. It would be a nice death, but still death nonetheless. He had the stuff to do, so death wasn’t something he was yet to accept.

Once back at the home, the Borumas carried Liam through the door and into the house. Moving up the stairs, they threw him onto the bed. Liam went to sit up, assuming that the Borumas were just going to do what they did before and only want a few head rubs or hugs in exchange for allowing him to move freely.

Spears greeted him as he sat up, forcing him back down. Growling, the Borumas surrounded him, aiming their spears towards his chest. Andreaka handed her spear to one of her friends. Climbing down onto the bed and next to Liam, she looked at him like an annoyed cat.

“What?” Charlie asked, staring at her.

“What do you want?” he said as she refused to move from the place.

Looking around the room, he noticed an absence of Icaria. As if on que she entered the room, a large pile of colourful magazines in hand. Immediately he recognised them as his erotic magazines.

“Oh no,” he muttered, thinking how weird yet oddly impressive it was that they still had the magazines, and from a first glance they also looked to be in good condition.

Like they were some sacred artefacts, the Borumas placed them onto his lap. Taking one of the magazines, Andreaka offered it out to Liam. Sneering a little, he looked at her with a perplexed look. Seeing this, she opened the magazine to a page of a nude woman. Placing the magazine opened on the nude woman on his chest, herself and the other Borumas scurried out of the room.

Alone, Lima still stared at the doorway. A few seconds later the head of a Boruma popped around the edge of the door. What were they doing? Looking at the magazines, Liam tried to think of the purpose of this sudden change in attitude. Did they want him to get off? Was that why they had given him the porn mags?

Idiots.

Liam’s eyes widened before he burst out in laughter. They were probably acting like this because he was attacked by the Amazons. Assuming that the ones who had seen him had spread what they saw to the others, he theorised that they must have thought he was up to something. Most likely they thought he was trying to have sex with them and knowing the danger of sleeping with an Amazon during the mating season, they thought they were saving him by having him get off to the magazines.

Alright, they were still idiots, but at least their hearts were in the right place. Sighing, but seeing an opportunity to end the day on a somewhat better now Liam put down the magazines and stood from his bed. Knowing that Yantraki captured spoils of war (aka the things she had stolen from his house) under her bed. He knew this because she often retreated under there if there was anything she wanted to imprint her scent onto. Then she would offer said imprinted thing back to him in some kind of way of making him attached to her scent.

Trying his best to not think about the behaviour of the Amazon, he climbed under the bed. Finding a small paper book and a few pens, he got back onto the bed. Placing the paper onto the bed, he then found a wooden plate to rest on. Taking one of the two pens, he scribbled on the corner of the page. No ink. Fuck. Alright, second pen. Again, he did the same, and again there was nothing.

“Well doesn’t that look like fun,” Liam regarded himself as he realised that despite having some pens and quills from the Amazons here and there if he was to carry on working at a good speed, he was going to have to make ink.