id: 810
name: Shameless Anya the Amazon smut
author: HarpyHeadpatter
date: 27th September 2023
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Anon stumbled back into the house, a thick layer of sweat covering him. He groaned loudly, stiffly stretching as he closed the door behind him, wincing as it slammed. He grumbled angrily to himself, kicking off his shoes, the ache in his head pounding against his temples. 
	“Hey Anon! Welcome back from work hun!” Shouted a distant voice from inside the house. Anon winced again. Everything felt too loud, too warm, too rough. It was like a hangover but without the fun night before. 
He hated his job sometimes. 
Anon slowly trudged into the house, sighing, making his way to the couch. He collapsed onto the sofa, letting out a deep sigh. His blood still felt on the verge of boiling, an odd anger welled up in him. He’d been REALLY pissed. Thumping footsteps echoed in his ears, Anon twitching with each one as they came closer.
	“Anon? Anoooon? Moonrise? Moonie? Hellooo?” Shouted the voice. Anon sighed. 
	“Hey Anya, in here. I’m home.” He muttered out, lifting his head up. He looked to the doorway, seeing a towering figure approach.
	“Hey Ano- Oh, jeez. You look awful.” Said Anya the amazon. Anon looked her over. Tall, incredibly so, to the point of scraping the ceiling. Skin the dark brown of rich chocolate, accented by Ivory colored tattoos, a mop of shock white hair on her head. She wore her usual outfit she did when going out; daisy duke jean shorts that struggled to hug her wide, child bearing hips, and that tight light blue tank top which could only ever dream of containing her bountiful, orbulous, massive amazonian chest. Her bright eyes regarded Anon curiously as she walked over to him, a glass of water in her hand. 
	“You okay moonray? You look like you got ran through the ringer.” She said, sitting on the couch next to him, offering Anon the glass of water. He shrugged dismissively, taking the glass of water in his hand, sipping from it. It helped the headache, if only a little. 
	“I… rough day. I don’t feel like talking about it right now, really.” He said meekly. Anya frowned. Leaning closer to him. 
She didn't like this. 
No hug, no greeting kisses, no slap on the ass. 
What the hell happened?
	“Anon? Are you okay? You know you can-”
	“I said I don’t really want to talk about it right now. Okay?” Anon snapped, his voice raising more than he intended. Anya recoiled, looking at Anon concerned. Anon winced yet again, letting out a frustrated sigh. 
	“Sorry, I’m sorry… I… fuck. I’m fine. Just exhausted. Tense. I… fuck, sorry Anya.” Anon muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Anya looked him over curiously. She couldn't see any signs of a fight, and there was no scent of a different woman. But she could see the tensity. His body looked bound up like a spring, ready to snap, no, EXPLODE at a seconds notice. Anya frowned.
This wouldn't do at all.
Anya nodded, her face blank, staring off into space. She stood up and stretched, twisting herself out. 
	“Alrighty, no talking, I getcha.” She said blankly, turning from Anon, walking down the hallway. Anon grimaced, seeing Anya turn and leave him. He muttered a curse to himself, leaning back onto the couch. He didn't like being mean to Anya, and now he’d gone and made her upset. 
	“Fucking hell you fucking dumbass.” Anon muttered to himself, closing his eyes, leaning back into the couch. Anon sat on the couch, his frustration chasing away any ounce of the idea of a nap. The sound of footsteps drew his attention back to where Anya had walked away from. Anons head came up, facing the direction he heard his Amazon approaching from.
Every ounce of exhaustion slipped from his body as he saw her.
There stood Anya in the entrance of the dimly lit hallway, leaning against the doorframe. Gone was her tank top and shorts, and in its place, was a skin tight bodysuit. The shiny material of it clung to her like a second layer of skin, moving around her every curve like sensuous oil over water. The impossibly tight garment went unzipped in the middle, squeezing the two massive orbs of her breasts, the unzipped portion trailing down all the way to her pubic mound. Belts from a tactical rig clipped around her thighs, squishing them tight like garters, one wrapping around upwards of her stomach, the last one clinging around her chest, pushing up her already ridiculously full bosom into a goddess-like supple roundness. A blank, black, silky face mask covered the lower part of her face, the bridge of her nose and green eyes apparent. She brushes a strand of hair from her face, lacing it back up into the hasty braid she had formed, her white hair crowning her dark complexion and darker outfit like a circlet of ivory. Anya’s eyes sparkled a bright green, relishing Anons expression as she watched him freeze on the couch. Anon could only feel her heart race as she moved, stepping towards him. The normally boisterous Amazon moved like a shadow across the ground. Silent, methodical. Her every step a calculated strut which showed off her body, her every silent footfall causing her chest to jiggle with the slight impact. Anya slipped closer, agonizingly slow, her every movement cautiously timed and deliberate. She could only grin under that mask watching Anons eyes grow larger. Despite everything, maybe there was a thing or two she could learn in this regard from her tiny assassin friend. 
	Anon felt his blood race as Anya stalked slowly closer. He shrunk down, feeling overwhelmed by her sheer presence. She loomed over him, eyes beaming down, the gentle glint to them being the only betrayal to the fact that she was smiling under the mask. She leaned down, going nose-to-nose with Anon, staring into his eyes. Anon swallowed, feeling a sweat break out across his body. Anya raised herself slightly, giving Anon a view of her whole body, seeing the massive, barely contained orbs of her chest swinging in gravities embrace like wrecking balls. She stood to her full height, Anons position sitting on the couch making him suddenly face to face with her pubic mound. There was a blink, a single twitch, and Anon suddenly felt himself smothered as Anya pinned him to the couch with her body. He froze, smashed between the soft cushion of his seat, and the gentle feminine curve and muscle of Anya, his face pressing into the area of her barely concealed mound. Slowly, Anon felt Anya slide herself down, his face trailing from her delicate regions to her lower abdomen, feeling the gentle trace of her muscles against his face. Anya's abdomen trailed into her chest as she lowered herself down, Anon feeling his head become engulfed by the huge mounds of titflesh, being overwhelmed by the sheer size, scent, and warmth of them pressing all around him. Anya chuckled a throaty laugh, Anon feeling it reverberate through her chest as she gently massaged her breasts into his face. Anon gasped for air as Anya lowered herself enough for Anon to breath, the human coming face to face with the Amazon. The mask she wore twitched and moved, and Anon saw Anya give a wink. Anon felt his heart flutter, knowing the motion of Anya blowing a kiss. 
	“Any-”
	Anons words arrested themselves as a large thumb covered his lips. Anya shook her head, before gently tracing the outline of Anons mouth. Anon nodded, understanding what Anya meant, keeping himself silent. Anya finally knelt to the floor, her chest resting its overwhelming wait on Anons lap. He stared down at the amazon, her eyes practically glowing with barely restrained mischief. Her hands suddenly made their way to Anons belt, her eyes refusing to break contact with his own. She gently toyed with the buckle, slowly unfastening it, a silent giggle emanating from her covered mouth. Anons hands slowly trailed to the belt buckle, going to help Anya. He flinched as he felt his wrists arrested, as if suddenly grasped by iron. Anon broke eye contact, seeing that Anyas hands had move, engulfing his wrists. She shook her head no, slowly moving his wrists to his side, before replacing her hands on the belt. Anon nodded.
She needed no help. This was all just a part of her fun. 
	Anon belt came undone in a single motion, the man finding himself raising an eyebrow at how easily it suddenly appeared in her hand from his waist. He blinked, and felt his eyes widen as he suddenly felt cold air on his lower half. Anya giggled at Anon's surprise of suddenly being pantsless, his manhood exposed to her. She stared Anon in the eyes again, not breaking contact as her hand went to his members, fingers delicately tracing along the length of it. She guided it forward, positioning the erection towards the valley of her tightly compacted chest. Anon watched her other hand smoothly go to one of the pouches situated on her tight body suit, popping it open, revealing a flask. She took the item, popping the cap with her thumb, pouring the contents of it over the mound off her chest, before dumping the rest of the flask over Anons erection. Anya tossed the now empty flask aside, using her now free hand to rub the liquid across her chest, her dark brown skin becoming glistening and incandescent as she worked the oily substance across her flesh, rubbing it into the valley of her breasts. Satisfied with her work, her hand went to Anons manhood, rubbing in the oily lube. Anon hissed, feeling his spine tingle and back arch as Anyas delicate hand worked over his sensitive regions. The heady scent of olive oil, roses, orange peel, and vanilla buffeted Anon, filling his brain with pleasant aroma as Anya delicately ministered to him. She winked again as she slid her fingers to the head of his member, pressing his manhood to her overflowing cleavage. She slowly hefted her chest slightly, pressing Anons rod against it. There was a single second of resistance, before the aromatic oils did its job, Anons member sliding between Anyas breasts, disappearing between the massive orbs of flesh. Anon groaned, gritting his teeth, Anya humming in satisfaction as she lowered her chest, resting it completely on Anons lap, his tip barely peaking out from the canyon that was Anyas chest. 
	She flexed her arms, pushing her boobs together, squeezing Anon between them, making him start with a gasp. She took in a deep breath, her chest slightly raising and lowering as her arms worked together, massaging Anons manhood with her chest. The man felt shivers go through his body and his mind went into overdrive. Anyas hands went to the side of her outfit, her fingers spilling over with her own titflesh as she pressed her breasts together, rubbing Anon further with them. She stared up at Anon in satisfaction, seeing him squirm, his face turn red. She felt an excitement grow in her chest as he throbbed between her mounds. She watched in near sadistic satisfaction as her every movement made him shiver and groan. The smile on Anya's face only grew larger as Anon threw his head back, the man muttering curses as Anya slowly, delicately ministered to him. Her eyes wandered over his body, seeing every muscle tensing, the strain in them growing. She drank in the sight, relishing it, enjoying it, feeling the fire in her heart burning. She swallowed hard as drool filled her mouth, seeing Anon reacting to her in such a way. It made her mind giddy, like watching the full moon rise. She could see it ten thousand times in her life, and every time would be as magnificent as the first. Anon spasmed, a foot kicking out, the man letting out a loud groan. Anya felt her eyes widen, her hands pressing firmer into her chest, rubbing her mound together furiously, her excitement building. Her eyes twitched from Anons face down to her own chest, looking at the head of Anons member. A pool of his precum slicked the valley of her breasts, the crown of his manhood throbbing. She looked back up to Anon, only going faster, knowing that by his reaction he was close. Anon could only grit his teeth, feeling his entire world spinning as his nerves burned with pleasure, his mind so overwhelmed with intense feeling that it was borderline painful. Every single second felt like it was pulled into an agonizingly wonderful eternity as Anyas chest engulfed him. He wanted to warn her of his impending orgasm, to mutter even a simple something, but he couldn’t. It felt like his very tongue was jelly in his mouth, as limp and helpless as the rest of his body. 
	“Anon?” Anyas sweet, doting voice came. Shakily, Anon managed to raise his head, looking down at the amazon. She stared up at him, her eyes glowingly wide, as beautiful as any gemstones. Anon looked down at her wordlessly, trying his best to speak. She giggled at his attempts to work his mouth.
	“Don’t say anything moonrise, just look in my eyes when you cum.”
Anon felt his heart skip a beat, before Anya squeezed together her chest one last time, forcing him over the edge. 
It felt like the birth of a sun in his brain as Anons mind exploded from the climax. His entire body tensed impossibly tight as he unloaded into Anyas chest, animalistic groans escaping his mouth as his seed erupted over her flesh. Anya giggled again as she felt the flood of warmth explode within her titflesh, looking down just long enough to see the emission spilling out, flooding out and over her bosom. Her every movement dragged another rope of cum out of Anon the man groaning in delight as Anya prolonged his orgasm. She watched with pleased eyes as Anon went limp, his body loose and weightless, still twitching and spasming loosely as she used her chest to milk every last drop of his essence out. Slowly, she stopped, satisfied with her work, letting go of her own breasts, smiling to herself as she saw that Anon was reduced to a twitching, shuddering, panting, crumpled mess of a man. 
	Anon watched Anya stand up, his chest heaving, body shaking from exertion. She undid the silk belt from around her chest, orbs untightening slightly from each other. Anya giggled, her eyes trailing down her body, seeing the mess.  A long, wet stream of his cream colored seed splattered up to her collar bones, painting the choker like white tattoo of her neck, before streaking all the way down. A pool sat painting the valley of her chest, long thick strands clinging to her abdomen, being pulled down by gravity and running in droplets towards her pubic mound. Anyas hand went to the base of her puffy slit, trailing her hand up, collecting the mixed elixir of seed and oils, scraping off her body into her hand. Anon felt his breath hitch as she cleaned herself off, collecting all his emission into her hand. She looked down at him, and winked, using her free hand to pull down her mask. Anya stuck her tongue out, licking the mess off her hand with relish, snickering, trailing a finger from her mouth with a pop. Anon blinked twice, watching in open mouthed wonder. Anya leaned down, showing him her mouth.
	“All gone.” She giggled, “love yah moonray!” She said, nuzzling the side of his neck with her head before standing up. Her hand went to a pouch, and Anya hummed to herself gingerly as she produced a wetwipe from it. She cleaned up any remainder of the mess, wiping away the oil and seed, crumpling the tissue and tossing it away. She looked back to Anon with a giggle, before immediately collapsing on top of him, smothering the man with her body. She pulled him into her arms, forcing his face into her chest, humming deeply and happily. She laid there holding him, enjoying the feel of his racing heart against her skin, the hum of his body, the warmth of his every breath. It was as if he melted into her, becoming the final piece that was missing the puzzle. She sighed, nuzzling the top of his head, planting a kiss on it, before releasing Anon. He lolled away, eyes hazy and a drunk, a pleased smile on his face. Anya smiled in return, planting a kiss on his cheek. 
	“So, feeling a bit better now?” She asked, nuzzling up to him.
	“If I lie and say no can we do that again?” Anon laughingly asked. Anya giggled, giving Anon a noggie, shaking her head. 
	“Dinner first, then a bath, then we can spend the rest of the evening in bed. Or over the bed. Or on the couch. Or over a desk. Or… we can consult the wheel of sturdy furniture items. I’m thinking for dinner though we keep it light. How does pineapple, chocolate, and red wine sound?” Asked Anya. Anon nodded, feeling strength come back to his bones. 
	“Perfect for me. I’m assuming that's what you got at the store with Es-aye?” Anon asked with a wry tone. Anya shrugged playfully. 
	“And the outfit, it was her idea.” Anya admitted. 
	“You’ll have to tell her I’m a big fan.” Anon said sheepishly. Anya looked Anon in the eyes, her look becoming coy. 
	“So, I… just wondering… what got you upset earlier?” Anya quietly asked. Anon raised an eyebrow.
“I… what?” He stammered, confusion bleeding into his voice. Anya giggled, enjoying the sight of Anon disarmed. 
“You know, you came home upset. Annoyed at something.” She said. Anon nodded, humming to himself, trying to jog his memory. 
“You know… I completely forgot.” He admitted sheepishly, “And really, the parts I can remember don’t really seem like a big deal now.” Anon shrugged, leaning in to Anya, “Besides, even if I did really remember, who gives a shit about all that when I’m here with you?” He said, planting a kiss on Anyas cheek. Anya giggled, nuzzling in close to the human.
“I love you, my little moonray.”
“I love you too Anya.”