Whenever the natives are meant to be speaking in their native tongue the text will be highlighted in red

He didn’t know how long he was sitting there. He wasn’t aware of the three girls that sat around him, staring at him, not a particular look in their eyes, they were just looking at him. After he found out the identity of Pelana and the other 2 girls, he had pulled himself together and accepted the situation. He finished healing the rest of the royal guard, as well as a few servant girls. Pelana moved to his side and gently started to run her fingers through his hair. The girls could tell he was scared, but they knew he wouldn’t abandon his fellow humans.

Pelana gently pulled his head against her chest, she proceeded to gently stroke his hair and calm him. Jaison was in such a daze he couldn’t even realise what was going on around him. He was thinking, thinking of a way he could escape once he had saved the soldiers. He soon snapped out of his concentrated daze and out of embarrassment pulled his head out of the clasp of Pelana. She smiled down at him as colour quickly returned to his formally pale, ghostly face. Tanua walked over and joined Pelana in patting his head, and again he pulled away. Jaison went to stand, just to be pulled down by the two girls, he sucked in his left cheek in annoyance as the two girls started to gently stroke his hair.

Jenkari said something in her native tongue and wander off, smiled kindly back at the group. An amount of time passed; the girls seemed to be enjoying themselves as they took turns patting him like he was a small puppy. God, he hated himself at this point in time, he could feel himself slowly falling asleep as they gently giggled and chatted to one another.

“Yaw” He couldn’t help it, he yawned, despite the fear that he should have been feeling in this kind of situation he could feel himself falling into a deep slumber. He shot himself to his feet and clasped his hands together.

“Thank you very much, but if you don’t mind, I am going to go for a little walk to clear my head.” The girls smiled as they watched him walk away.

“He hates us, right?” Pelana said as she turned her kind gaze to Tanua.

“I think he is too kind to hate even a demon” Tanua answered. She wasn’t wrong though, he clearly remembered the time when he helped Pelana, but she wasn’t the only person he had helped back then. God though did he hope no more people like her suddenly popped up.

Jaison had to admit he was impressed with how quickly Jenkari had learned English, only a few days before she couldn’t even understand a single word but now, she was talking in almost full sentences. He smiled slightly to himself. Despite the uncertain future that kay before him, he couldn’t help but still be impressed by how quickly these Amazonians learned, another example of this is that he was quickly noticing that Tanua was using a similar kind of medicine and magic infused healing plasters.

The magic-infused healing plasters (MIHP) for short, basically plastered that low-level medics like him can use but despite this, they were still extremely useful. So useful in fact that they could cure almost any wound that they could cover. The best part is that they were easily made from local herbs, flowers, and other natural resources that were common for the landscape of this planet. All he could think now was that he had a really fucking big job on his hands if he was to save the captive soldiers from the same fate as the blond woman, as well as him having to come up with an escape plan for himself.

Jaison walked for a while until he found a large tree upon a small hill. He dragged his way to the top and placed himself against its rooted base. From where he was sitting, he could easily see the entirety of the war camp. He turned his gaze to a distant mountain that only just peaked its peak over the horizon. He remembered back to when he first joined the medic 3 years ago, he remembered when he saved Pelana. But there was a problem, he remembered saving three other people. A female orc, a Lamia that he couldn’t remember the gender of, and a male wolfman.

“Fuck me, if any of those three shows up I hope to God they are nothing like Pelana and try to make me their fucking slave.” He mumbled to himself as he took out a large sigh of annoyance.

Let’s go forward around 6 months (Or about 600 days on this planet) to Jaison talking to the last of the captives just before they were sent off into the wild by the Amazonians. I should also state that he was accompanied by two of the royal guards, and the rest of the warriors were packing up camp and preparing to set out towards the city, with many stories of battle, and the Princess has a new toy.

“Look, we will go back to the battlefield, get some guns meet up with the rest of the army, and launch a counterattack to save you!” A young man in his late 20s said sternly but quietly to Jaison. The man in question was named Tan, he was a man of Asian heritage and was also one of the few friends that Jaison ever had. Jaison shook his head, he didn’t need the army to come to save him, after all, they may get in the way of his idea.

“It’s fine, I have an idea. And anyway, I couldn’t live with myself if I knew people were dying just to save me.” He said planting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. With these final words, the soldiers reluctantly left without their ally. He waved one last time to them as they slowly sunk away into the tree line. Jaison jumped as a firm hand planted itself onto his shoulder. He shot around to see the mischievous face-off Jenkari staring back at him.

“Come, I take you to my war horse then we go back towards the city.” They turned and started to walk in the direction of the horses were kept.

“Could I ask you something?” Jaison asked as they reached her horse, his medical bag was tied to the side of the saddle.

“Go,” She said as she mounted the horse with a single gymnastics-style leap, she then extended a hand down to Jaison. Again, he was amazed by the Amazonians, their acrobatic skills were something to be admired.

“How did you learn so many words? I know amazons can learn languages extremely quickly, but I haven’t spoken to you that much so as I said, how did you learn so many words?” He took her hand and she started to pull him onto the back of the horse.

“I tortured some of the humans before they left, I learned many words that way” He gulped, he knew he shouldn’t have asked. The thing that disturbed him the most was the joyful expression that came across her face as she proudly said the word ‘torture’. She could feel the increase in his fearful little heart as it pounded against her back.

They soon set off on the horse, Jasion wrapping his arms around her strong but still feminine core. As they rode towards the group of mounted warriors where Pelana, Tanua, and the others were waiting for them. Pelana was dressed in the same war paint and attire she wore the night she raided his camp. Her expression was blank and emotionless but as soon as her devilish red eyes met the golden eyes of Jaison her face lit up into a childish grin. Jenkari rode swiftly to the side of Pelana and exchanged greetings with Jenkari and gave gentle smile to a slightly sick-looking Jaison.

“You ok?” She asked putting a and out and lifting his head so she could get a better look at him.

“I’ll be fine, I just have never been a horse before, let alone one this high up.” The girls laughed and started off on their journey, the caravans that held their tents and belongings were being pulled by a large lizard-like creature was trudging along behind them.

Jason's eyes darted around as he tried to figure out where the caravan was going. He knew they were going to stop to set up camp at some point, and he was hoping that they would stop somewhere where he can easily get some dry wood or grass to start a fire. His plan was to then set fire to their alcohol reserves and during the chaos he would disappear into the forest, assuming that they camp closer enough to one that is. His plan wasn’t full proof, and it could easily go wrong, but it was all he could think of with his tired brain. He was constantly tired, over the past few months Pelana and her friends hadn’t given him any rest. If he wasn’t working to help heal the warriors, he was spending time playing games or hanging out with Pelana and Jenkari.

His idea was to start the fire at night when they were all sleeping. He had learned over the 6 months of sleeping with the girls that they were incredibly heavy sleepers, meaning he could probably slip outside without any of them noticing. There were always two guards outside the tent, who could be easily taken out by some pain killers he kept in their bag. He would simply slip them into the wine of the guards and mix with the alcohol they would be out in seconds. He had tried this before back at the camp and it had worked perfectly, they didn’t even realise what had happened to them.

He would then slip away into the depths of the jungle, and hopefully back to what remained of the army.

Lucky for Jaison they soon stopped and began to set up camp along the side of a large forest, perfect for escaping in. Pelana smiled as she saw a smile appear across the face of her beloved pet.

“He thinks of escaping, I see it in his eyes,” Pelana said smiling across to Jenkari, Jenkari responded with a smile of her own as she patted his head.

“I won’t allow him to take a single step away from your side princess, none of us will.” Jaison couldn’t understand what they said, but he felt a shiver run down his spine as if his body was telling him he was in grave danger.

Before he knew it, the camp was soon set up and the night was upon them. The warriors danced, sang, played native board games, had sex, told stories of great warriors slaying monsters or armies of humans or elves, and lastly, some chased each other in a childish game of what looked to be tag. His lighter stayed hidden inside his jacket as he nervously twiddled his thumbs. Tanua was talking with some of her friends as they all noticed her gaze falling onto the awkward-looking Jaison.

“Is he alright? He is more awkward than usual, and we aren’t even eating someone.” A warrior with short brown hair but the same kind of olive, tanned skin as Tanua asked.

“We think he might try to escape tonight, we would stop him, but it might be fun to chase him for a little while. It will be safe though, as we all here are much faster than he could ever be!” Tanua said laughing alone side her giggling friends. The praying and heavy drinking carried on into the night. Exhausted, tired, and drained of their sexual energy the women were slowly trickling from around the fire and towards their tents for the night. Pelana and Jenkari were both waiting patiently in their hut for Tanua and Jaison, their weapons and war paint station nearby for when Jaison tries to escape. Tanua walked past Jaison and to the entrance of the hut.

“Come to bed soon or we will come back out and drag you to bee… bed,” She said a drunken look on her face, she often (like the majority of amazons) got unbelievably drunk, so much to the extent that if she were human, she would most definitely be dead. I should note that the amazons, despite being a waring culture and waring people, do make a singular product. That product being unholy amounts of incredibly strong 65 percent alcoholic wine. He nodded to her and gave his biggest, best, fake smile. He continued to twiddle his thumbs, considering if he should start the plan early.

As soon a Tanua was inside the hut, she snapped out of her fake drunken state and nodded confidently to Jenkari and Pelana as she moved towards the bed. Pelana smiled and pointed to a corner of furs.

“There are your non-lethal hunting weapons for when our little pet tries to run. He will probably go for the forest; how funny will his face be when he finds out we are on a hill” Pelana said as she pulled back the fur blanket so Tanua could join her in the bed.

“I prefer to call him, husband or honey-like the humans do. Makes me feel like…. As if….no… maybe it feels as if it is more spiritual to me” she said as she slowly stripped her clothes off and elegantly climbed into the bed next to her. They stopped speaking as Jaison darted inside the tent.

“Something’s fucking wrong!” He yelled before darting back outside, the girls scoffed thinking this was all a part of his little escape attempt, but then they heard it. A blood cradling screech filled their ears as they clumsily pulled on their clothes and stumbled outside. Another shriek shot through the sky. Pelana’s eyes automatically darted around for Jaison. Her eyes eventually found him. He was tending to an injured warrior whose leg had been badly injured, by what looked to be a burn. She was happy to see he hadn’t taken whatever was happening as an advantage to run.

“You’ll be fine, I promise” Jaison said as he dragged the injured warrior to the side of a tree. He turned his eyes to the sky as a large jet of fire crashed down to the ground near him, sending him flying back. But rather than hitting the jungle floor, he felt himself falling, down and down into the jungle’s abyss.

Pelana dived to the side of the hill and statured down into the darkness of the jungle. She couldn’t see him. She couldn’t see the man she loved. She couldn’t see the man she had hunted for, for so long. Her vision went red as she darted to look at the sky. Her eyes landed on the red fiery flair of a dragon as it shot through the sky. Faster than any horse or car she was back in her tent, she grabbed her bow and a handful of arrows before jumping back out to look for her enemy.

Jenkari was already on top of a large hill firing an arrow after magic arrow at the dragon. Each hit landing with a devastating BAM as the magic-infused tip of the arrow burst into a sheet of white flame. Tanua was busy tending to the wounded but was interrupted as she had to take cover as a beam of fire landed only a few feet away from her. Pelana looked around for a high point where she could start shooting the dragon from a new angle. The dragon swept high into the air and turned to face Jenkari, but before Jenkari could load another arrow and fire, the dragon sent a flaming ball of scorching hot fire down towards her. Jenkari just moved out the way of the blazing ball of death.

Pelana turned her gaze from Jenkari and to a large peak that would take a little climbing but could make a good shooting spot. She charged through her burning camp, her hatred that this creature dares attack her male grow with every step as she began to chant an extra spell to give her magic-infused arrowhead so that it would create an even more chaotic impact.

Pelana dragged herself up the peak, not once breaking her chant. White fire and light started to swirl and flow around her hand her arrow as she reached the end of the peak. The dragon's gaze turned to her as it prepared for another attack. Its throat glowed red with fire as Pelana’s eyes glowed bright white as she drew back her arrow and aimed for its neck.

“He. Is. Mine!” She screamed, finishing her chant and releasing the arrow. The dragon let out a bolt of fire towards the warrior but to no use. The arrow cut through the fire, splitting it throughout the sky. A trail of godly white flame blazed its way through the night sky like a knife as it slammed itself into the neck of the dragon. The monster gave out its last blood curtailing scream as it plummeted down onto the hard ground with a THUD.

She ran to where the dragon fell and slowly drew her knife. The dragon was still slightly alive, its pleading eyes turning to face her as she approached its neck. The creature whimpered and begged as she stabbed the knife into the soft flesh of its neck. Pelana slowly, and carefully slit the dragon’s neck, spilling its hot steaming blood onto her feet. She reached into the neck and grabbed its magic core (A magic core is something monsters like dragons need to produce magic). She gripped tightly around the core as she ripped it out violently, not caring for the boiling crimson blood that splattered across her skin. She lifted the core to her mouth and sunk her teeth into the purple fleshy mess. By eating the core, the dragon's magic was now slowly being transferred to her as it digested in her second stomach, the juices from the core would also be filtering out in her 3 livers. The green juices that spilled from the core splattered across her picturesque face.

She turned her gaze to where Jaison fell and quickly sprinted to it. She was about to jump down after him, to hopefully find her beloved Jaison when a hand gripped her shoulder. She turned around, the white flames still burning with rage in her eyes. Tanua gave her a sympathetic look as tears filled her eyes, Pelana’s flames faded as she burst into tears.

“I promise sister, we will get him back, we WILL get back what belongs to us,” Tanua said as she embraced Pelana, Jenkari walked over, holding her blackened burnt arm, and gazed solemnly down into the abyss.

“He survived, I can smell him, but I also smell something else. Fucking Lamia” The girls stopped and looked over to her.

“When morning comes, when our warriors are healed, we will get him back safely I swear,” Jenkari said going down to and bowing on a single knee. More warriors moved over and planted themselves in the same position next to her.

He woke slowly, a familiar feeling. He hadn’t felt this bad since he drank a little too much alcohol (not by choice I may say) at a party because he told them he had never gotten drunk before, so of course, they wanted to be the ones to let him have his first-ever drunken experience. He couldn’t move, his entire body felt as if it was shattered into thousands of pieces.

“Fuck” he muttered as he tried and failed to move his arms. His entire body became stiff with fear as he heard the noise of female voices and slivering tails, tails that sounded to be twice the length of his entire roughly 6ft body.

“Is it an amazon?” A gentle, but panicked voice said. He couldn’t see well through his blurred vision, except for a large human/snake-like creature making its way towards him. He couldn’t understand what they were saying but for whatever reason, it felt calming.

“It has to be an amazon look at its ears,” another similar voice said. He felt a large tail carefully wrapping up his body, its cold scales gently soothing his borderline boiling skin. His vision soon went black as he passed out from his injuries.

He slowly cracked his eyelids open. His body, from his crown to his foot felt numb, as he tried to move. His arms felt tied, bound by a scaly rope. He looked down to see the tip of a small greyish blue tale tickling at his chin. Jaison quickly realised he was laying on a large bed, a soft pillow was gently propping up his bandaged head. He sat himself up slightly and looked down to the edge of the bed. Under the light brown fur blanket were 3 large head-like shapes with their tails swaying carelessly in the air. The tail that had Jasion constrained pulled him down so he was could no longer see the creatures at the bottom of the bed.

“Is it awake?” A voice from the end of the bed muttered quickly, a slight tint of panic and joy in her voice.

“I think so, should we get Kalani?” A second girl asked.

“What about Ulana, she is currently hugging it, and sleeping on its chest,” a third voice said, causing him to turn his gaze down to under the covers to see a young blue-haired girl gently lying on her own tail that strapped itself around his chest.

“Err” Another knew tired-sounding voice said as the girl on his chest sat up, stretching her arms and twitching her inverted elf-like ears.

The girl’s eyes met with Jaisons. There was a moment of silence as he gazed down at her large, well-rounded naked breast. He looked back up to her eyes as he blushed at her naked body, in turn, blushed as well and through a blanket over his face.

“NO, PERVERT!” She screamed as she moved back.

“YOU’RE THE FUCKER WHO IS LYING NAKED ON ME!” He returned as the three girls at the edge of the bed laughed. Ulana, the Lamia girl on top of him, turned around and angrily pounced onto her friends, unwrapping her tail from Jaison's body. Once the girls had finished play fighting on the ground, they fell quiet before slowly creeping over the bed to steal a look at the incredibly confused Jaison. Before he could even blink the 4 excited girls were in his face, their tales happily rattling, their excited elf ears pointed skyward.

“Are you a male amazon?” The first girl asked as she moved short brown hair out of her eyes. Her childish curiosity making him chuckle slightly.

“No… I am a human” As soon as the word human left his mouth, the girls all gave him a look of either absolute amazement or disbelief. As if he had just activated a nuclear bomb of curiosity the girls exploded with questions about how he lived, ate, slept, and a series of other questions that he couldn’t understand from all the noise these impatient girls were making.

“What is that,” A girl said pulling back the blanket. That’s when she realised it, he realised they had stripped him naked and now were pointing at his cock. He tried to move but his whole body was just in too much pain.

“Please, cover me,” He said, causing the girls to through the blanket over his entire body. The was a loud thud and a yell from behind the girls, causing them to sliver of the bed and out of the room, leaving him staring at the ceiling. The ceiling looked to be that of clay and poorly made. A shadow fell across his face, and as he narrowed his eyes to see the figure that stood above him, he felt a single tear fall onto his cheek.

“No fucking way I jinxed it right?” He said as the Lamia woman dove down on top of him.

“It’s you, Jaison, it’s really you!” It clicked quickly in his mind who this was. He thought he remembered the name Kalani, but he couldn’t say how. But as I said it finally clicked, Kalani was a Lamia that he had saved, the very Lamia he had hoped to not see when he was riding on the horse with Jenkari.

“I have met you before, right?” he said as she dropped to his side nodding her head as a sign of agreement, he really couldn’t decide if he was the luckiest or unluckiest person in existence. She gazed at her gentle green eyes, pale skin, bright white hair that went down half her back, a single braid in her silky hair.

As I said, he really couldn’t decide whether he was the luckiest or unluckiest person in existence. Half-jokingly he thought that he might meet the elf, the wolf person but he quickly put this thought aside not wanting to jinxes his self any further.