AFTER DEATH I LIVE AGAIN - Season 2 Episode 38

Pressing her newly exposed tan breasts into Devon’s arm right after revealing their bouncy goodness in a revealing tug pull of her tribal dress, the tall female amazon right guard with a ponytail sidled up and pressed her body into him, her hand tracing its way down his haggard and increasingly chiseled abdomen, built from days of starvation and a long walk through a dust storm. Was chiseled really the right description, though? Gaunt was more fitting. He’d probably have keeled over and died were it not for his passive pumping just enough nourishment for him to survive into his body, straight from the heavens or god knows where.

Devon washed away most of the dust from his hands and face previously, including his ears which were now being sensually licked by the left female guard, but he never got the time or had the water to spare to wash the rest of his body. He was still a bit dusty.

“Relax,” the female right guard said to Devon in a soft, babying voice like a mother speaking to a child. She was skinnier and a bit slimmer than the other amazons, but she still had a tall stature that could almost match Devon’s, and killer abs as well as a shapely body that could only exist, as Devon reconciled it, in the MMO world. Slim thick was not a real thing outside of photoshopped social media photos and the artistic license divorced from reality of the MMO character creation screen or those hilariously sexual mobile gacha games. And yet it was very much a real thing here.

Granted, the right-most guard’s body was a bit slimmer and less busty than the eyepopping body that the left-most guard and Vesta and Echo had, but by human standards she was still quite well endowed.

Pfft. As if human standards mattered in this world.

“You are too stiff, you need to relax,” repeated the slim right-most female guard whose tan breasts hung out in the open for the whole village to see. She slipped her hand further down below Devon’s dusty abdomen, wrapping around the lumpy clay pancake wrapped in a newspaper sitting at the bottom of a crayon-eating chocolate-milk-sipping adhd child’s backpack during recess.

The lumpy clay pancake began to swell up with blood, as a whole circle of villagers around the candle-lit shrine were observing the only human man in the completely female amazon village. By sheer coincidence // n̵̨̧̛̹͍̰͚͔̮̦̊͒͛̍̄̌̓̑̄̚̚͠͝ͅo̷̲̪̓̄́̽̀̔̋̎͒̅͘̕͝b̴̟̟̲̮̠̟̞͕̰̾͆̈͘ͅo̵̡̧̯̖̝͍͒̅̍̑͛̓͌̑͠͝͝d̵̢̢̨̛̳̰̟̮͙͉̝̱̈́̀̎́̎̑̍̔́͜͠y̶̡̲̞̭̺̟͇̺̹͔͇̗̍ lower than eighteen was present in the village, as ä̶͚̣̼͔͓͙̻̝̗̙̠́̋̽̈̋̀͛̎̂͝n̵̢͖̤̝͇͔͔̩̠̦̞̭͍̓͜y̴̛̝̟͖̼̥̠͚̜̫̻̠̯͆͑͘͜ͅó̵̫͜n̷͉̠̻̘̳̮̳͋̿̂͂̊̒̔̌̒̓͂ȩ̵̦̩̳̻̫̤̭̍͊̈́̌̾̈́̑̃ under that was safely residing indoors within the tents, oblivious of the s̶̖̮̀͋̏͒͘ḩ̸̧̛͔̙̺̻̣̻̬͖̯͔̝̔̿̌̏̾͋́́͊̽̓̊̚͜͠ͅr̶̡̨̢̢̬̫̻̜̘̩͓̘̥̦̃͐͆̊͊̔͋́͑̒̊͘͝i̶̧̡̤̩̤̺̦̪̲̤̝͉͎̥̊͒̿̆̄͆́́̍͑͌͘͠ͅn̵̢̡̜̥͔̳̞̥̠̮̙̳̈̓͘͜e̸̜͕̫̞̙̲͔͔̯̩͉͉̽͗̈́̓̒̌͘͝ͅͅ ̵̛͔̙͈̫̰̝̜̯̠̫̤̺̺̝͂̌̎͒̅̒̓͋̐̉̅͘ṛ̴̘͑̅̈́̒̄̿̌į̶̝̰̤͙̪͈͕̬͍̦̦͂̈́̆̓͑͑̓̐̐͌͠t̵̡̫̭̞̻̠̯̖̯͈̘͋̿͑̑̓͜͝ṻ̶͖̦̱̬͉́̿͒͒̈́͐̑̚̚a̷̢̹͔͂̿̄̆̃̓͐̓̇́̍͠l̴͕͌̒ going on outside //. It made very little sense but somehow the coincidence was strong.

“Oooooh,” an onlooker cooed when seeing Devon’s cock swell up into its erect state, the lumpy clay mold turning slowly back into a knob of clay shaped well and smoothly. “It’s getting bigger!”

“You are ready,” the female amazon guard to the left of Devon said. She guided him towards the candle lit shrine laid on the ground in front of the mammoth skull.

Both female guards stepped aside respectfully, allowing Devon to get on his knees and support himself once more on the mammoth skull with a hand. With his penis mostly erect, his dick could easily dip into the mortar and pestle bowl filled with lampblack pigmented powder.

He dipped his phallus into the bowl, as the black pigment powder clung onto his dick and formed a pigmented layer of caked powder. A little bit of the powder entered his urethra, but the pH of the powder seemed to match his body’s and so it did not sting or feel like much of anything. In fact, it felt strangely pleasant to have the foreign sensation of powder on his penis.

“Yes, get some more on there,” the female left guard instructed. “Good. That is enough for now.”

Devon got up on his feet and turned around, his pants pulled down to his upper thighs and his cock out rather awkwardly, with that fine black powder clinging onto the tip.

“Ah… what do I do now?” he asked awkwardly, noticing that all the tan and beautiful amazons were ooohing and aaahing at the progression of the shrine ritual.

“Now, you draw,” the female guard explained cryptically.

“What do you mean?” He was still standing with his pants pulled down, and although the awkwardness was alleviated by the fact that the villagers seemed to find the ritual procession normal, Devon still found it strange by Earth-customs to be dipping his dick into unknown black powder for an all female audience to gawk at it. And now they were telling him to draw? Draw with his dick?

“Choose your canvas,” the female guard explained. “You can pick anyone from the circle here, and draw on their bodies with your phallus.”

“I can pick anyone?” Devon replied.

“Yes.”

“Even you?”

The female guard paused for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, even me.”

“Hm…” Devon hummed. He wasn’t quite sure what they meant by draw, but from his meager understanding, it was going to involve rubbing his black powder covered dick on someone’s body. If he was gonna choose whose body he wanted to rub his dick on…

Devon’s eyes scanned around the circle of the mammoth shrine. Seeing all the female beauty lined up like a tribal themed model catalogue just made his dick twitch even more. If he were to choose someone…

His eyes locked on the woman who carried coconuts across the village and filled her water at the stream earlier. He was already mesmerized by her body from before, by the way her birthgiving hips and thighs swayed when she carried that basked of coconuts across the village. There was something specifically hot about seeing a girl go about in her normal typical routine, and then getting to grab her over and rub his dick all over her belly…

“I’ll pick her,” Devon said, pointing at her.

The coconut bearing amazon’s eyebrows rose in surprise, as her friend from earlier nudged her hip with her elbow and giggled.