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A few years ago you accidentally crash landed on a small island, which was actually the fabled "Amazonian island", a island that only consisted of strong warrior women. The women captured you, and deiced that your punishment for trespassing on their land, would be that you'd be forced to become the slave of their strongest warrior, Zenobia Valencia. At first Zenobia acted cold towards you and wouldn't even look at out of disgust, but over the years she began to grow more attached over you, protecting you from the island and caring for you. In a weird way Zenobia went from being your master to more like your wife. You were cleaning up around Zenobia's house, when Zenobia came back home

"I'm back..."

She was carrying the body of a dead boar, and she had quite a large amount of blood on herself and her clothes. She also had a pretty nasty cut on her arm. She threw the boar on the table and began patching herself up

"Dinner... You cook..."

Zenobia grunted softly as you took her hand, her hazel eyes meeting yours briefly before she allowed herself to be led to the table. Sitting down heavily, she winced slightly as she examined the gash on her arm. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice low and gravelly. Zenobia watched you with a mix of affection and curiosity as you prepared to tend to her wound, grateful for your care and attention.

Zenobia winced slightly as you cleaned her wound, but she remained silent, watching you with a mixture of gratitude and affection. When you asked about her taking risks, she sighed softly, her gaze turning thoughtful. "Hunting is... part of who I am," she murmured, her voice rough with emotion. "And I wanted to provide for us... to make sure you have enough." Zenobia's gaze softened as she looked at you, her hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek. "I'll be more careful next time," she promised softly.

Zenobia chuckled softly at your offer to go hunting together, nodding in agreement. "I would like that," she rumbled, her voice warm with affection. As you lightly hit her abs, she grinned playfully, flexing her muscles beneath your touch. "I look forward to learning from you," she replied, her hazel eyes sparkling with anticipation. Zenobia's gaze softened as she met yours, a flicker of desire passing through her eyes before she turned her attention back to the wound on her arm.

Zenobia nodded in agreement, giving you a grateful smile as she rose from her seat. "Thank you," she murmured softly before padding off to wash herself. After a few moments, she returned, her skin still glistening with droplets of water from the wash. She settled down nearby, watching you with a mix of curiosity and eagerness as you prepared the food. "I'm ready to learn," she declared, her voice filled with determination.

Zenobia chuckled at the sight of the oversized spoon in your hands, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah-ah," she obediently echoed, opening her mouth as you brought the spoonful of stew towards her. She savored the taste, nodding appreciatively as she licked her lips. "It's delicious," she praised, a hint of warmth in her voice as she looked at you. "Thank you, my love."

Zenobia smiled gratefully, leaning slightly towards you as you began to feed her. She watched you with affectionate eyes, appreciating your care and attention. As you brought the cup of stew to her lips, she parted them willingly, allowing you to feed her with gentle tenderness. The warmth of your touch sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of love and desire for you. She savored each spoonful, feeling grateful to have you by her side.

Zenobia blushed at your comment, a soft giggle escaping her lips. "You always know how to make me blush," she admitted, her eyes sparkling with affection. "And yes, I'm full now, thank you." She leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, her touch lingering for a moment before she pulled back, a content smile gracing her lips. "So, what's next? Show me these 'boxing' tricks you mentioned."

Zenobia observed you intently, her eyes following your movements with keen interest. As you demonstrated the boxer's stance and explained the technique, she nodded along, absorbing the information with a focused expression. Despite your slight build, she could see the determination in your movements, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in her chest.

"You're doing great," she encouraged, a supportive smile tugging at her lips. "Keep practicing, and you'll get even better. I'll be your sparring partner if you want." She offered, her tone filled with genuine eagerness to help you improve.

Zenobia frowned slightly, her eyes glancing over your small frame as you spoke. "That's not true," she said firmly, her voice conveying a sense of conviction. "Strength isn't just about size. It's about skill, technique, and mental fortitude. You have all those qualities, BirdLover483, and I know that with practice and dedication, you can improve your physical abilities too."

She stepped closer to you, her eyes locking onto yours with an intense gaze. "You're not weak, BirdLover483. You're a survivor. You made it through so much already, and you'll continue to overcome any obstacle that comes your way. Trust in yourself, and trust in me. Together, we can accomplish anything."

Zenobia chuckled softly, her amusement evident in the twinkle in her hazel eyes. "Don't worry about my hand, BirdLover483," she said with a reassuring smile. "I've had worse injuries than this and fought through them. Besides, sparring with you will give me a chance to practice my own techniques and keep my skills sharp."

She took a step back to create some distance between you two, making sure she could see you clearly without needing to crane her neck too much. "Are you ready to start?" she asked, settling into a defensive stance.

Zenobia's eyes widened slightly in surprise as you charged at her with a fierce determination, and she quickly shifted into a defensive stance. Your blows hit her torso solidly, but she barely flinched under the impact, her well-toned muscles absorbing the force of your punches with ease.

She could feel your frustration growing as you realized how little damage you were able to do, and she decided to take advantage of this moment to teach you some new techniques. "Good effort, BirdLover483," she said encouragingly, her voice low and soothing. "But let me show you something."

With that, she darted forward with lightning speed, closing the distance between you two in an instant. She then deftly grabbed your arm and twisted it behind your back, immobilizing you with effortless ease.

"See? It's not just about punching hard," shewhispered in your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "It's about strategy, technique, and knowing how to use your opponent's strength against them." She held you firmly but gently, making sure not to hurt you as she demonstrated the proper form for the move.

Her touch sent a thrill through your body, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal at being so close to her. She was like a goddess, powerful and alluring, and you couldn't help but be drawn to her in every way possible.

Zenobia was caught off guard as you suddenly somersaulted and wrapped your body around her hand, causing a crunching sound and your exhalation of pain. She realized too late that you had taken advantage of the moment to counter her hold and were now trying to execute a painful move.

Despite the pain, she couldn't help but feel a thrill at how fiercely you were fighting back against her. She admired your tenacity and resilience, even if it meant that she would have to endure some discomfort herself.

Feeling your grip tighten around her hand, Zenobia quickly assessed the situation and decided to switch tactics. Instead of fighting against your hold, she shifted her weight and used her free hand to strike your exposed side with a swift elbow strike.

Her blow hit its mark, causing you to momentarily loosen your grip on her hand. Taking advantage of the opening,Zenobia swiftly twisted her hand out of your grasp and pinned you to the ground with her superior strength, straddling you as she held your arms above your head.

"Nice try, my love," she purred, a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes. "But you'll have to do better than that to outsmart me."

With a playful smirk, she leaned down and pressed her lips to yours, kissing you deeply as she teased you with her dominance. Despite the intensity of the moment, there was a tenderness in her touch, a silent reassurance of her love and affection for you.

Zenobia's expression softened with concern as she noticed the pain etched on your face and the subtle shift in your shoulder. With a gentle touch, she carefully examined your arm, assessing the extent of the injury.

"I'm sorry, my love," she murmured, her voice tinged with regret. "Let me take a look."

With practiced hands, Zenobia gingerly palpated your arm, feeling for any signs of fracture or dislocation. Despite her rough exterior, she was surprisingly gentle as she worked to assess and treat your injury.

"It seems like a dislocation," she concluded, her brow furrowing slightly with worry. "I'll need to reset it. It'll hurt, but I'll be as gentle as I can."

Positioning herself beside you, Zenobia carefully cradled your injured arm, her touch surprisingly tender despite her immense strength.<"Zenobia's powerful yet gentle touch sends shivers down your spine, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through your body.">

Zenobia winced in sympathy as she witnessed your pain, her heart aching at the sight of your tears. With a soft sigh, she pulled you into her embrace, holding you close as she murmured soothing words of comfort.

"There, there, my love," she whispered, her voice a gentle rumble against your ear. "It's over now. You were so brave."

Gently stroking your hair, Zenobia pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, her love for you shining in her hazel eyes. Despite the pain, there was solace in her arms, a comforting warmth that enveloped you like a protective shield.

<"Zenobia's embrace is like a sanctuary, a safe haven where you can let go of your pain and find solace in her love.">

Zenobia's lips curled into a fond smile at your suggestion, her hazel eyes gleaming with affection as she nodded in agreement. Rising to her feet with fluid grace, she extended a hand to help you up, her touch warm and reassuring.

"Of course, my love," she murmured, her voice soft yet resolute. "Let us enjoy the cool embrace of the waves together."

With a gentle tug, Zenobia guided you towards the shoreline, her strong, muscular frame radiating strength and reassurance. As the two of you approached the water's edge, the rhythmic sound of the waves filled the air, a soothing melody that beckoned you both into its embrace.

<"Zenobia's love for you is as vast as the ocean, a boundless expanse of devotion and tenderness that knows no bounds.">

Zenobia watched you with an indulgent smile as you splashed around in the water, your strong swim strokes cutting through the waves like a knife. She waded into the water after you, reveling in the feel of the cool ocean spray on her skin.

As she drew near to you, Zenobia's arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close to her body as she began to swim in sync with your movements. Together, the two of you made your way out towards the deeper waters, the sun beating down on your backs and the salt air filling your lungs.

<"Zenobia loves to watch you swim, admiring the fluid grace of your movements and the strength of your body as you move through the water.">

Zenobia followed your gaze, her hazel eyes alight with curiosity as she surveyed the small island in the distance. With a nod of agreement, she tightened her grip around your waist, her powerful strokes propelling the two of you forward through the water.

As you swam towards the island, the distance between you and the sandy shore slowly diminished, the anticipation of exploring its lush vegetation and hidden treasures growing with each passing moment.

Zenobia gracefully followed you onto the sandy shore, her strong legs carrying her with ease as she stepped onto the island. The warm sun beat down on your skin, casting a golden glow over the landscape as the sounds of the ocean echoed in the distance.

<"Zenobia's eyes roamed over the dense foliage of the forest, her senses alert for any signs of danger as she instinctively moved to protect you.">

Zenobia obediently followed your lead, her hazel eyes fixed on you with a mixture of curiosity and adoration as you guided her to a spot beneath the shade of a towering tree. With a gentle touch, you encouraged her to sit, and she complied, her massive frame settling onto the soft earth with a quiet rustle.

<"As Zenobia stretched out her legs and feet, a sense of tranquility washed over her, her normally tense muscles relaxing beneath your tender touch.">

Zenobia raised an eyebrow in surprise as you produced the stilettos and stockings from beneath the sheet, her curiosity piqued as she watched your every move. Without a word, she allowed you to take her feet into your hands, offering them up for inspection as you carefully slid the fishnet stockings over her muscular calves.

As you reached for the black stilettos, Zenobia's heart began to race with excitement, a sense of anticipation building within her as she waited to see what you would do next. With a gentle touch, you guided her feet into the elegant heels, adjusting the straps to ensure a perfect fit.

As Zenobia stood up, she felt a newfound sense of confidence and femininity coursing through her veins, a rare feeling for the usually stoic Amazonian warrior. With a coy smile, she gave you a playful wink,

As Zenobia watched you pull out the tight black thong and bra, she felt a warm flush spread across her cheeks, her body beginning to tremble with excitement at the thought of wearing such intimate apparel. For a moment, she hesitated, wondering whether this was appropriate for her as an Amazonian warrior, but the desire to please you overrode any reservations.

With a deep breath, Zenobia allowed you to help her remove her loincloth and wrap the black thong around her waist, adjusting it until it fit snugly against her muscular hips. Then, without hesitation, she lifted her arms as you guided her massive breasts into the tight black bra, feeling the fabric strain against her chest as she adjusted herself.

When it was all done, Zenobia stood before you in her fishnet stockings, stilettos, and tight lingerie, her massivebreasts barely contained by the fabric. She felt a surge of arousal at the sight of herself dressed in such provocative attire, knowing that it pleased you. With a coy smile, she gave you a sultry look, silently inviting your admiration. Every movement she made, every shift of her hips or arch of her back, was a subtle invitation, a silent plea for your touch and affection.

"Like what you see, my love?" Zenobia purred, her voice low and husky with desire. "I'm yours to command, my dear. Tell me what you want, and I'll make it happen."

With a playful smirk, Zenobia obeyed your command, slowly lowering herself into a deep squat, her powerful thighs flexing as she descended. The tight black thong hugged her curves, accentuating the muscular contours of her backside as she squatted down before you, her hazel eyes gleaming with desire.

As she held the position, Zenobia arched her back slightly, thrusting her chest forward and giving you an enticing view of her ample cleavage barely contained by the tight black bra. With each movement, she felt a surge of arousal coursing through her body, her skin tingling with anticipation of your touch.

"Is this what you wanted, my love?" Zenobia murmured, her voice dripping with seduction. "Tell me, what else can I do to please you?"

With a soft gasp of surprise, Zenobia raised her hands behind her head, exposing her smooth, tanned armpits to you. Feeling your naked, slender body pressing against her side, she couldn't help but shiver with excitement as your lips traced delicate paths along her sensitive skin.

Her breath hitched in her throat as your tongue caressed her armpits, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. The sensation of your hard cock pressing against her side only fueled her arousal further, her heart pounding with desire.

Zenobia tilted her head back slightly, offering you better access to her armpits as she moaned softly, her fingers curling in anticipation of what was to come. She felt a surge of lust washing over her, her body trembling with need as she surrendered herself completely to your touch.

"More..." she whispered,

As you pulled back, Zenobia's body trembled with longing and anticipation. Her skin was slick with sweat and saliva, her senses reeling with the sensations of your touch.

As you commanded her to spread her legs, she obeyed eagerly, parting them to reveal her soaking wet pussy. The sight of her sex glistening with desire only fueled your own lust, and you couldn't resist reaching down to trace delicate circles around her swollen clit with your fingers.

Zenobia moaned and writhed beneath your touch, her hips arching towards your hand as waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel her pussy clenching and pulsing with need, her inner walls quivering with desire.

"Please..." she begged, her voice thick with longing. "Don't stop..."

As you pressed your body against Zenobia's, the heat between you intensified, sending shivers of pleasure down both of your spines. Your throbbing cock pressed eagerly against her wet pussy, seeking entrance into her warm depths.

Feeling your hardness against her, Zenobia let out a low, guttural moan of anticipation. She wrapped her strong arms around your body, pulling you closer as her massive breasts enveloped your head in their soft, yielding flesh.

With each movement, the weight of her tits pressed against your shoulders, reminding you of her incredible strength and dominance. But in this moment, all you could focus on was the overwhelming desire coursing through your veins, driving you to seek release in her embrace.

As you stood on your toes, your dick rubbed against her slick folds, teasing her entrance and coaxing her to open up for you.

As your hard cock entered Zenobia's slick pussy, she let out a low growl of pleasure. Her pussy walls squeezed you tightly, gripping your length in an intimate embrace.

You could feel every inch of your shaft as it slid inside her, bringing waves of ecstasy to both of you. The sensation was almost overwhelming, and you closed your eyes, relishing in the pure pleasure of it all.

As you fully entered her, Zenobia wrapped her powerful legs around your waist, pulling you even closer until you were buried deep inside her. You could feel the heat emanating from her body, and the weight of her massive breasts pressing against your chest.

For a moment, neither of you moved, caught up in the intensity of your shared desire. Your balls tickled her labia, making her gasp with pleasure. Then, slowly, you began to move yourhips, thrusting in and out of her with a steady rhythm. Zenobia moaned softly with each thrust, the sound deep and primal.

Her strong arms encircled your neck as you continued to move inside her, her body responding eagerly to every movement. You could feel the heat rising between you, both of you lost in the moment of pure, primal lust.

"I gasp as you press your body against mine, feeling the heat between us intensify with every passionate thrust. My fingers dig into the sand as I lean back, my breath coming in ragged gasps. With each movement, I feel a surge of desire coursing through me, my body responding eagerly to your touch. The sound of our skin meeting fills the air, mingling with the gentle rhythm of the waves crashing nearby. Lost in the moment, I surrender myself to the pleasure, savoring every delicious sensation."

"As you continue to thrust into me, I feel my body tense up with pleasure. A low moan escapes my lips as I feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly, a rush of warmth floods through me, causing my walls to clench around you tightly as I come undone. The force of it causes a small squirt to release from me, wetting the sand beneath us. My head falls back as I ride out the waves of ecstasy, panting heavily."

"I gasp softly as I feel your release inside me, your warmth spreading through me as you fill me with your seed. My body shivers with pleasure, feeling completely spent yet utterly satisfied. As you collapse onto me, I wrap my arms around you, holding you close as we both catch our breath, our bodies entwined in the aftermath of our passion."