AFTER DEATH I LIVE AGAIN - Season 2 Episode 35

“Hurry, we’re almost at base camp!” the tanned and busty amazon tribe leader Vesta urged again, her tanned big tits almost giving off a noticeable sheen in the sunlight. “Let’s pick up the pace!”

Devon and the dwarven convoy advanced as fast as they possibly could, with Devon helping the mules push one of the dwarven inventory carts through the earthquake. As they continued through the tough-to-navigate jungle, Devon questioned whether it was sensible for the amazons to have chosen the base of a near-vertical rock cliff to set up their base camp, in a region known for its seismic activity.

But the locals probably knew a bit more about this than he did, so he trusted their decision to do so.

“Heave, ho!” one of the dwarves chanted.

“Heave, ho!” the other dwarves replied, pushing their carts and belongings across the jungle floor.

A toucan flew across the treetops as the trees shook violently, and Devon’s muscles flexed up again while he put his entire body weight against the cart he was helping to push.

Several painful minutes later, they finally reached an area artificially cleared of all trees and shrubbery, with the ground carefully charred as well to keep away insects and the like.

“We are here,” the gemstone green eyed Echo announced.

“Aye, it’s good to be back,” one of the dwarves said in an agreeable tone.

Devon noticed the change in the jungle floor and foliage first. He then lifted his gaze to the actual base camp itself.

His jaw nearly dropped to the ground at what he saw.

It was an entire civilization of drop-dead gorgeous babes without a member of the opposite gender in sight, all with varying tones of sun-kissed tan skin and voluptuous bodies. A man could only watch in awe as two of the babes strutted across the village each holding a basket bowl filled to the brim with coconuts. Despite the weight of a dozen coconuts in the basket, and not to mention the weight of their own burgeoning and lascivious coconuts resting right above the edible furry ones with coconut meat and milk inside, the two babes with big juicy butts walked across the village with their arms full and still managed to strut like runway models, flaunting their ridiculous almost shining figures.

The females were tall and glamorous, their tribal fits barely covering their nipples and panty region. Their tan skin seemed to have a sheen to it, like a round and fresh apple reflecting the light off the hot sun from its skin. And not to mention their ridiculous physiques, which were only comparable to the most egregious of MMO female character design, large and slightly muscular but sexualized to the absolute extreme, to the point that players would think to themselves there’s no way that exists in real life.

Well, it did exist in real life. In this world, at least. The amazon babes radiated healthiness and eye popping physique, wore gracefully tailored colorful leathers and furs, many of them sporting decorative war paint on their faces, and all of that pointed towards the trappings of a uniquely female-only tribal society.

A mammoth skull was the centerpiece of the village at the base of the rock cliff, its massive ivory tusks curving forwards intimidatingly, and several torches and ceremonial carpets ringed the skull.

Walking amidst the village carved into the middle of the jungle was strangely easy, as the floor was not only intentionally charred until it was barren from life, but also a soft sprinkling of leaves was placed on top to allow for easy walking. The ground seemed to have been pounded in as well, compacting the charred dirt into a solid, cement-like walking surface.

A wide running stream of crystal clear freshwater came crashing down from a small spring that originated at the side of the rock wall, bringing fresh mineral-rich spring water from a deep mountain spring right into the village, depositing into the same wide river that the convoy encountered earlier.

All in all, it was a fantasy-like depiction of an idyllic tribal society tucked and well hidden within a tropical jungle.

But there was something very shockingly out of place taking a massive spot in the idyllic tribal society.

A massive metallurgical elevator stood at the base of the rock cliff, just to the right of the mammoth skull, and clearly a product of dwarven engineering. Shaped like a metal cage, the contraption was fixed with at least eight metal-wire ropes that led straight upwards, up the polished rock cliff. Uniform hook locations above the elevator were soldered onto the rock face, leading further and further up the rock cliff until about a dizzying half-way up, where the elevator stopped. There was a ledge there, and if one squinted their eyes very closely they could see two dwarves waving down at their comrades below.

“Oy, Kadgrith! We’re back!” shouted an enthusiastic member of the dwarf convoy towards the pixels of dwarves that could be seen all the way at the top of the ledge.

“Knock it off Dwofrec, he can’t hear you from all the way up there you numbskull,” the guide dwarf with a braided beard replied.

Upon arrival, Vesta and Echo were greeted by two female amazon guards, and the four engaged in an animated conversation. One of the guards pointed at Devon and shook her head, but Vesta continued to talk.

After a while of conversation, the two guards nodded and walked away, and Vesta approached Devon.

“Our village is a bit cautious about outsiders, but I vouched on your behalf and told them that the dwarves also vouched for you. However, the guards informed me that you will have to stay at my hut tonight since you are an outsider.” The tanned babe with luscious and long dark hair locked her icy blue eyes with Devon’s, her teal facepaint triangles moving as she spoke. “My hut isn’t so spacious, but it’s still cozy enough. Is that alright with you?”

Devon nodded, trying hard not to speak too awkwardly formally. “Yes, of course ma’am.”

Well, old habits were hard to break.

“Thanks for letting me stay in your village,” he added.