From the moment the golden light flared beneath their skin, every Amazon felt it.
It began as a deep, molten heat blooming right between their legs, where the sacred mark of the Great Mother had been etched into their flesh since birth.
The tattoos that had always been quiet symbols of faith, and a reminder that their bodies had an owner, a god who one day would claim what was rightfully his, now pulsed with life.
And the light pulsed in perfect rhythm with the heartbeat of the man standing before them.
Their god.
Their chosen.
Their breeder.
Sara, Queen of the Amazon tribe, felt her powerful thighs tremble as the mark just inches above her cunt flared hottest of all. Her naturally huge and heavy breasts rose and fell with each sharp breath; her nipples stiffened hard against the rough leather of her armor.
A flood of slick heat soaked the inside of her loincloth in seconds. Around her, the same impossible sensation swept through every warrior.
