The all female warrior cult of the Amazon nation were fairly well known. They rarely engaged in all out wars anymore. Sure, they may raid a few villages to kidnap their men, but that was about it. In kingdom to kingdom warfare, none of the kingdoms powerful enough to defeat them cared. The rest were too afraid to go to war with them. And for good reason too. Their own legends tell of them being created in a goddess' image to be her minions in a celestial war long since past. If there were any truth to that, one would have to wonder what type of goddess whose mold the Amazons were created from.<br/><br/>The Amazons stood an average of ten feet tall. Some a little shorter, some even larger. They were giantesses, gifted with unearthly strength and durability. Each was physically built, a beautiful, feminine mountain of rippling muscles. One would think with such big muscles that they would appear masculine. In fact, all were feminine, with curvy hourglass figures. Wide hips and massive breasts, huge even for their size. But they're as aggressive as they are beautiful, turning their entire society into a warrior cult. From the time they can stand, Amazons are trained rigoriously. Many die off, but those that survive become proud warrioresses of the Amazon nation and like any military, they had their own uniforms.<br/><br/>Living in hot, humid and jungle like environments, their bodies are scantly clad. Sandals are their footwear of choice. Bronze looking metal make up their gauntlets, greeves, and the pair of slightly small metal plates over their nipples, held in place by a small chain strap. A single, larger plate is over their loins, it took held in place my a small chain strap. Of course, it remains hidden by the white loin cloth hanging down, with various runes and symbols on it denoting their names and rank. Each Amazon also wore a large, crimson cape, regardless of their rank, and a bronze looking helmet with a huge, red ploom at the top of it. Some were armed with bows and arrows, but the majority had standard equipment. Round shields, a sword with a belt and a holster and a double sided spear.<br/><br/>Kriss was no exception to this. She had been around a long time, fought a lot of battles. Yet she had no scars on her and appeared as a woman in the prime of her life, albeit a giant, muscular woman in the prime of her life. Her skin was fair, but not quite pale. When not wearing her helmet, one of her most striking features is her bright, brillant red hair, which came down to her midback. She was high ranking in the Amazon military, kind of blurring the lines equivalent to an NCO and an officer. Although Amazons were trained to fight as a whole unit, Kriss was an exception to this. She was a scout and when need be, an assassin. She could easily take care of herself, like all her sisters could. But unlike her sisters, she sought company elsewhere.<br/><br/>Their raging hormones lead the Amazons to be very aggressive and territorial, but it also leads to a strong sex drive. Most surpressed it with martial training, but Kriss was one of the few that embraced it. Although the Amazons as a whole were suspicious and hateful of men, Kriss was fascinated by them. She loved me and loved their penises even more. Mostly out of lust, but partly out of curiousity too. On the rare occasions that Amazons did take prisoners, Kriss would always bask among them, naked, letting them get aroused even knowing their final moments were at hand. She'd seduce the dead men walking, sex them and kill them. But more importantly, she played with their penises, curious to see how much the strange organs could take. Testing them to see how much they could endure before they would break.<br/><br/>She was a beautiful, but also a strange and outright cruel mistress of sorts. Despite the torturing and killings, sometimes she'd exchange romantic words with her lovers/victims, even falling in love with them before she killed them. Some, who were caught not in battle but on hunts she could conduct while along, she'd even let go. It depended on her mood, but she never had any of it planned out. She always winged it. Like she was doing now.<br/><br/>No one man could contain her, no one man could tame her, no one man could handle her. So she did the gluttonious thing and provoked two. She'd been observing the small, isolated little village. Its name mattered not to her. Neither did its people. Only the men and even then, only their penises. Two in particular interested her. One was the son of one of the village's controlling families. The village had stood for maybe a hundred years or more and this family helped govern it all that time. At least, that's what Kriss understood, during the weeks she spent observing the village from the shadows. The son of this family had many sisters but not brothers. It also seemed like he may've about to been married off to some other girl, belonging to another village. Kriss didn't know if it was prearranged or if the two were in love and she didn't care.<br/><br/>The other man was the village's whore house owner. A womanizer, who felt that woman were property and beneath men. Women seemed to be business to him and nothing more. At least, that's how Kriss had him figured and she was very much looking forward to him. She wondered just how he'd react to a woman he wasn't in any way capable of handling. But she was also looking forward to the son of the governing family. He seemed brave, daring, heroic almost. And he seemed to have a high respect for women. Kriss looked forward to introducing him to an enemy he probably couldn't beat.<br/><br/>And then while they were away, the attack came. The village was far outside Amazon territory, but that didn't matter. Kriss was allowed to venture out on her own. She single handedly attacked, in broad daylight, plowing through what she presumed to be the village's best warriors and then slaughtering the rest of the civilians that couldn't get away. Then she torched the place. But there was method to her maddness. She waited for both her targets to be away, then she struck and left a lone survivor to tell them what she was, what she looked like and what direction she'd gone off in.<br/><br/>There was an old, abandoned temple in the dense forest near where once the village had stood. Vines and other vegitation had reclaimed much of the temple, but ancient statues could still be seen around the entrance. Stone giants, thirty feet tall, holding pots. It was in one of these pots that Kriss was hidden. Hidden because her next lovers/victims were on their way and she intended to ambush them, if they were dumb enough to fall for it. It had been like this for the past few days. Much to her delight, both came looking for her, looking to kill her, no doubt egged on by the sight of their village burning, the smoke of which could still be seen in the distance, even from the temple. She gleefully baited them on in a cat and mouse game throughout the forest, her loins aching and moist the whole time, associating death, violence and hot, passionate sex together.<br/><br/>She took everything from them. One, his family. The other, his wealth. Both were homeless now and she intended to rob them over their lives next. Or give them more than they had ever possibly had before, depending on how the fickle mistress felt. She wore her sandles, greeves and gauntlets, as well as her loin cloth and plate<em>bikini</em>and crimson cape. What she didn't have on her person were her shield, helmet, sword with belt and holster and her spear. They lay beside the temple entrance. She hoped that would lure the two men inside. Afterall, she felt confident enough to take them both, barehandedly.