OOM:Remember When I was an Amazon?

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Annabelle is making a valiant attempt at organization, if only for distraction's sake. Connor's been gone and, well, she misses him a LOT.

Her closet had turned up with weird stuff in it again, but it is at least stuff she's mostly familiar with this time. She's going through the pile when she sees a familiar pair of worn bamboo canes. "Heh. I haven't thought of these in years," she says with a chuckle.

Once upon a time, the Æon Society found a culture that appeared to be based on the Amazons from ancient mythology. As you might expect, Annabelle got on with the female warriors quite well indeed.

She starts moving through the motions her body still remembers of one of their sword dances, the short bamboo sticks serving in place of swords.

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Memory!Annabelle isn't going to do anything Incredibly Dangerous! Well, not right this second, anyway.

Despite the grumbling from her teammates, she DOES learn from her mistakes. Ending up in the mouth of a T-Rex was quite enough to teach her the folly of small scale armament on something that big.

Think, Memory!Annabelle, think! Wait, she's almost sure there was a crate or two of dynamite back at the camp.

Oh dear. There is a PLAN afoot....

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...he knew it.

He knew it.

Connor sighs and draws his girlfriend even closer.

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If they get any closer, they may be in danger of fusing together...

What? What's so bad about killing big nasty things with explosives?

It was a perfectly sensible plan! Her idea of sensible is.....unique. Or maybe just deranged.

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Sensible.

Right.

Connor ponders for a moment if he really wants to know what Annabelle did...

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Annabelle is looking at him with a faintly confused expression. What was she SUPPOSED to do, let it eat people?

Besides, there's no guarantee she wouldn't have been on the menu next.

Annabelle's plan involved: making a crude spear, attaching a bunch of dynamite and a lit fuse to it, throwing said McGyver'd contraption so that it got stuck inside the monster's mouth, and hoping like hell it didn't get spat out before the KABOOM.

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And of course, standing in front of the monster to have a good aim at the mouth, right?

And close too, to not miss.

Right?

(He worries. It's a boyfriend thing.)

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Maybe just a little. >.> <.<

The thing's head EXPLODES shortly after Annabelle makes her shot. There is a veritable shower of ick, as you might imagine. Ewwwww. On the other hand, Memory!Annabelle is repressing the urge to do a victory dance.

Poor Connor. It must be hard being Annabelle's boyfriend.

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Eh, the best things in life are definitely not easy to have and to keep.

At least she did not blow up herself, so there's a lot of relief there as well.

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Annabelle stops the mental 'video' at that point.

They were rather impressed, she says with a chuckle. Apparently that thing would wreak havoc for a few days, eating everything in it's path, then disappear for about a hundred years. It had plagued them for pretty much their entire history.

Annabelle blushes. The thing I didn't realize at the time, was that when I heard the translation of what they called me as 'battle blessed', that came with a lot of extra...baggage.

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...like what? Now, he's wondering why the blushing...

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Good thing he's going to get an answer on that, then. Well, being semi-divine, for one. Yes, the idea of a tribal people thinking the strange foreigner is a god is a stereotype. That doesn't mean it can't happen.

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Now Connor puzzles: Annabelle is a goddess... so the natives were not far from the mark.

Did they also offer you a few concubines and brides?

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Who knew you could mentally roll your eyes at someone? Am not.

Annabelle flushes further. Thanks to the clarity of hindsight and sobriety, she's pretty sure the queen's daughter and her friends were most definitely trying to seduce her after they'd all danced and gotten rather drunk. Especially when Hippolyta and Bricea kept dropping hints that their newest, well, boy toys, would be joining the group of warrior women at the hot springs. Surely the Battle Blessed One was in need of a little...pampering after such a battle and a long journey?

No, no, the boys wouldn't mind at all. They were quite eager to meet her actually, and Hippolyta and Bricea would love to make the introductions. They were quite certain she'd be pleased with them...


The innuendo went right over Annabelle's head.

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Connor does not snickerfit mentally.

Much.

They must have been left really disappointed, wondering what they did wrong...

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Possibly, Annabelle allows, after giving him a mock glare for the snickerfitting.

Or they were just being....polite. It's possible. Maybe. Somewhere in the multiverse.

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Mental sigh and eyeroll.

Also, he's totally not thinking about Annabelle and a few amazons in a bath-orgy.

Nope.

...

Maybe.

Some...

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Annabelle can't help but chuckle as she picks up some of what's wandering through his thoughts. How terribly naughty of you she teases.

Pondering those hot, naked, warrior women touching, kissing, teasing Annabelle. Drawing out all those intimate sounds of pleasure he's coaxed from her....

Ahem.

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Oh, yes, not thinking of all those luscious, toned, sensual bodies, of caresses and...

Ahem.

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Possibly what Annabelle does next will provide suitable....distraction? She shifts a little. Her toned, sensual body sliding over his, luscious curves rubbing against his skin. Then she trails kisses down his throat as her hands move down his body.

Funny how trying not to think about that has channeled her thoughts in a more focused direction.

The Battle Blessed One wants him. Now. Badly.

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Oh.

Connor is nothing if other than very glad to comply, and spend the next hour or two giving The Battle Blessed One exactly what she wants.

What they want...

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Now, wasn't that much better than imagining strange women touching her, tasting her, enjoying all those lovely sounds she makes, drinking in the sight of her utterly lost in the throes of orgasm?

"Hmmm," Annabelle murmurs later, wrapped around him and glistening a little with sweat. "I'm very fond of you enjoying yourself," she says with a low chuckle.

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"But I enjoy myself more by making you enjoy yourself." And so they're in serious danger of an endless loop of reciprocated enjoyment.

At least, it would be a good way to die?

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"Hm. I'd noticed that," she teases. "Too many little deaths close together could be hazardous, if we're not careful," she adds with a grin.

It would certainly be an interesting way to go, that's for sure.

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"I think we'd pass out before any actual harm happened." After all, there are limits for libido.

"The main risk would be getting addicted to it?" And wanting a loop of orgasms every day...

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"True," Annabelle remarks, cuddling even closer. "On the other hand, we seem to be managing well enough so far." They've been lovers for well over a year, after all.