The Momazon (Patreon)

So I just had the word “momazon” written down for a while now on my to-do list and never knew what that meant exactly. At first it was what if boy’s step-mom was an amazon and just sort of a femdommy fuckbeast. Then talked it out on the discord and people pointed out the idea of it being more of a married to an amazon wife, who’s doing her best to work an office job but still leaps out windows and wears fang necklaces. Got into them having some sweet, grownup kids and it’s a big jumble of ideas of sort of barbarian wife sitcom humor, but I like what it is. Wanted to throw down this quicker sample piece to set it up.

Definitely want to get into the daughters (thinking a tribal gyaru of a college girl and chubby, more normal but still very amazon sister), but will do my best not to go with my instincts and flesh it out with a story based on each character right out the gate.

Martin had lived a comfortable life growing up in the suburbs before he moved to the city for a better job. However, he felt like he’d become truly happy once he met his wife Tanja. She was tall, beautiful, and a very capable woman. She had a young daughter when they’d met but that only made the decision to marry her easier. They had wed, had another daughter, and both gotten steady jobs once they’d started to grow up.

It would be wrong to say they’d grown like weeds. Their daughters grew like oak trees, shooting up to quickly grow taller than Martin himself. It was to be expected, considering he had met his wife just after she’d moved out of the jungle and she was a full-blooded amazon. She had insisted on raising their girls in the traditional amazonian ways while maintaining most of them herself, which had left his life wildly more interesting than before he’d met her.

Tanja was a massive woman on all fronts. She had bulging muscles in her legs and arms, towering over everyone at seven feet tall. That was without even counting her big blonde hair down to her waist and her favorite high heels. Her icy blue eyes maintained a sharp, steely glare for most of her waking moments. Sometimes when she was asleep too, as Martin had caught her sleeping with her eyes open. Her golden tan skin was patterned with strong muscle and various tribal tattoos. Between her amazonian height, bulk, and beach ball-sized tits, she had always struggled to find anything that fit her. Not that Martin minded anyway.

It was always obvious when she came into work. The office’s floor shook slightly from her long, confident steps carrying her impressive weight. She wore a high skirt that clung tightly to her thighs, just long enough to pass work standards through some technicalities with her height. She had a leopard print button-up blouse on, though the buttons strained to contain her and left a few inches of abs still revealed. She wore a necklace of animal fangs that bobbed gently against her cleavage.

She went to her cubicle and sat down in front of her computer, her head and shoulders still easily reaching over the walls. Her

Tanja did her best to maintain a respectable office job in this modern world, managing data reports for a shipping company. She had managed to impress them as a minority recruit of a full-blooded amazon and her resume mentioning leading many hunts in her homelands. She did have to sit on a tall wooden chair she’d carved herself when her heavy hips destroyed the office chair they provided. She promptly got to work, taking everything as seriously as ever. A few minutes later, one of her coworkers approached her with a meek smile.

“Hiii, Tanja,” Kali greeted her cautiously.

The small young Asian woman was doing all she could not to start sweating just from being around the modern day amazon. She was intimidating as hell, and it was just her luck that she had to work in the cube across from her and share the same workload in their department.

“Good morning, sister Kali. Tanja see you live another day,” she said with a polite nod, barely looking up from her laptop. A huntress never lost sight of her prey.

“So, uh… Dana called in sick today, so that means her workload goes to us. And she got a big report in for a bulk order…”

Tanja’s already thick muscles swelled as they tensed up. She had never hurt anyone around the office, but smash enough office supplies and people tended to worry. The veins bulged in her arm and Kali flinched.

“Kali mean Tanja work just double?”

“Sort of… almost… but mine too! I’m doing all I can! In fact, why don’t I take the bulk of the work!? I can totally handle most of-”

Tanja dramatically threw up a halting hand.

“Tanja never cower. Never dishonor tribe. Forward emails to Tanja and Tanja destroy reports for her sisters.”

“Kayyyy… so you’re not mad?” Kali asked carefully.

“As the storm dwarves that forge the thunder. But Tanja harnesses rage into weapon against enemies. Tanja die before turn back on coworkers.”

Kali just nodded in silence for a little longer than she meant to. “Good. I think. Let’s do this.”

Tanja was fiercely motivated. She was incredibly strong and capable. She was also much newer to technology than most human beings were, which meant she doggedly attacked her work while rapidly growing frustrated with her computer. She had moved in with her husband before she’d known how to read, after all. She’d even had a pair of glasses she wore on the tip of her nose for when she looked at a screen for too long that her husband described as “adorably small” on her. It made her blush every time.

A few hours in and Tanja was quietly growing more and more frustrated. She juggled her workload along with the added spreadsheets, making dents in them but she hated leaving something unfinished. Be it a project or a kill.

She slammed her fist into her desk and stood up, sliding her massive chair back from her desk.

“Tanja take fifteen minute break. Need mate with husband,” she declared to Kali as she recovered from her flinching.

It wasn’t the first time she’d gone to vent her frustrations during the work day. She was owed the break anyway, however she wanted to use it.

“Oh! Okay… but is that really long enough? You live on the edge of…”

“IS CHALLENGE!” Tanja barked confidently and leapt out the fifth story window.

The hulking amazon went into a flip as she reached the open city air. She reacted lightning fast, catching a windowsill to slow her fall just enough to kick off the same wall another story down. She caught the curve of a lamppost, spun around it like a gymnast and landed in a full sprint shooting down the sidewalk. She parkoured or simply hurdled over any pedestrians in her way, making it back to her house in record time. She threw open the door and immediately honed in on the sounds of her husband working on his computer.

Martin was sitting on the couch with his laptop and drawing tablet. He was a brown-haired man on the shorter side but in decent shape. He had to be in order to keep up with his family in the slightest. He had switched to working freelance from home when someone had to take care of the girls and gotten comfortable with it by the time they had grown up. Being a house husband also left him available for when Tanja came back to vent her various frustrations.

“Work busy today?” he asked with a smile.

Just the sight of her smiling, puny husband made Tanja feel better. Not complaining though. She still had her urges, so she picked him up with one hand and slung him over her shoulder.

“Very busy. Tanja on break. Snusnu time is now.”

She carried him up to their bedroom with the same blunt briskness. Martin patted Tanja on her broad, muscular back.

“Whatever you need, babe,” he assured her patiently.

“Good husband,” Tanja grunted as she shoved the door open with one burly shoulder.

The bedroom was a misnomer. They had quickly learned that beds did not survive Tanja’s bodyweight for long, let alone her unstoppable sexdrive. There was a thick heap of blankets and animal furs piled a few inches off the floor. It was thick enough that Tanja threw Martin onto it from three feet away and he just sank harmlessly into the soft hides. His wife followed right behind him, aggressively unzipping and throwing her skirt across the room. She didn’t waste her hands removing her top, rolling her shoulders before flexing hard enough that her muscles bulged out through her clothes. It tore the sleeves off in an explosion of ripping fabric and her pectorals bulked her breasts up to split her bra open down the middle. The veiny swelling died back down as she climbed into the bed, looming over Martin with her eyes zeroed in on him like a hawk the entire time. Her huge breasts bobbed down and pressed heavily on his chest, one with a tribal tattoo around the nipple and the other one pierced with a brass ring. While they lacked the absurd muscle of the rest of her body, they still seemed to pin him down with an exciting sense of finality to the matter. He wasn’t getting out from his deadly wife until she was done.

Which was exactly what he wanted anyway. Tanja’s horny housecalls for frustrated sex weren’t exactly uncommon and he hadn’t fathered a child with her by avoiding sleeping with her. The towering blonde snorted like a territorial rhino, her hot breath blowing hard enough over his that his hair blew back from the breeze. He ran his hands over her muscular chest and shoulders, simultaneously calming her and turning her on as he admired her powerful body. Tanja’s muscles relaxed for a moment before she grabbed the front of his pants and tore the button off. He’d picked up on how to sew to help mitigate the damage she  inflicted on his wardrobe.

“I know. I know. Tanja very powerful mother,” Martin assured her in a gentle tone. “Tanja best mate.”

He rubbed his hand over her chest, massaging the tits he could barely lift without putting some real effort into it. Tanja’s chest rumbled with her appreciative moans and Martin’s cock perked up like a well-trained pet  from feeling the familiar heat and weight of the amazon’s hips on top of him. It pushed against her panties, where they felt damp and radiating warmth even through the fabric. He only had to shift his hips a little. Her dense body resting on him pressed them close together so Tanja quickly started to moan.

“Tanja strong… find good mate,” she cooed to him before busying her lips with his.

Martin sighed and returned his wife’s hungry kiss. He ran his hands over her skin, a constant rollercoaster of muscles, abs and scars. Her dangling tooth necklace rattled between her neck and tits, tickling his skin and constantly calling his attention back towards her chest. The tickling of her nipple ring against his body kept his senses sharp and able to fully appreciate his overgrown marvel of a wife.

Martin knew she was on a time limit for her break, and he knew how to get her going quickly. He shifted low enough to be able to reach her ass, smacking the huge and rock-hard glutes hard. She gave a primal grunt as she arched her back, raising her head and tossing her wild hair about. Martin leaned in and bit into her tanned shoulder just shy of her neck. It was almost impossible for him to hurt his huge wife, but the gesture alone meant a lot to her. She let out a throaty, piercing “KEEYAAAA!” of shocked pleasure, something between a yodel and a huntress’ howl. Her thick arms flexed even thicker on either side of his head like a living prison.

“Husband is beast!” she grunted, praising the man nearly 2 feet shorter than her.

She ripped off her underwear and grabbed Martin by his legs. Tanja lifted his lower body several inches off the bed as she straddled his cock, her untamed blonde bush barely cushioning her aggressive humping. Her pussy wolfed down his cock and Martin groaned back as he watched all her muscles flex in the combined effort to grind his dick against her clit as hard as possible. The appropriately used amazon position focused most of her body weight down on her husband in what had become a welcome crushing of his pelvis. Her rocking hips pumped back and forth like she was punching his dick into her, and it had quickly become a favorite position of theirs. He’d gotten so comfortable with the hardcore sex every day that Martin’s back started to ache if they went more than a couple days without it.

Tanja planted a massive hand on her husband’s chest, bouncing on the heap for furs as she grunted in a rapid rhythm. Martin raked his nails down her chest and over a starry-looking star on her breast.

“Mate is like animal. Give strong young! Tanja’s fierce little house husband fight so hard for his tribe~!”

Her husky voice trilled slightly higher as she ranted her primitive praises. She lifted herself higher, taking his legs with her. She moved him from a mere amazon position to a reversed mating press as she had Martin nearly upside down, balancing her weight on his hips as she bounced on his deeply buried erection. Feral grunts escaped Tanja as his primal wife’s sweat and drool dropped carelessly onto him. Martin could only hang onto her hair to keep himself steady while Tanja towered over him.

“Mate give strong… ugh… fertile tribe… take strong man to support such love… RGGH~! AOOOHHHH~!”

She threw her head back, sending her tits flopping upward with her. They bobbed back down as she doubled over, teeth gritted as she orgasmed messily over his cock. The rush of wet heat coated his member as she effectively crumbled over him. Her thick thighs hugged around his waist, completely trapping him in their vice-like grip as she buried him in her flesh and hair. Her breasts piled up on his chest as she kissed him hard, filling his mouth with her tongue and husky screams of pleasure.

Feeling her every muscle tense and relax as she caught her breath was incredible, especially with her legs and pussy still locked around him. She moved to almost engulf him, her lips smacking as she kissed and sucked on his skin like she was trying to make his taste last the rest of the day. Martin trembled with what little movement he could afford in her trapping embrace, cumming inside her hungering pussy. Tanja let out a lioness’ purr as she tensed up again, squeezing her thighs together again to gently milk all of the seed out of him she could. Martin stroked her cheek.

“Feeling better?” he pried gently.

“Worlds better, love. Wrestling with mate more satisfying than any hunt.”

He gave her a light kiss on the cheek, getting a faint blush across her tan cheeks.

“You should get back to work though, huh?”

“Mm,” she grunted simply, smiling as she rose and started to gather fresh clothes.

Tanja left the house with a few minutes to spare. She was still pulling her shirt back on, but the neighbors had gotten over the shock by now. It was either that or actually confront the colossal blonde.

Martin saw her out, giving her another quick parting kiss to help her through the rest of her day. He was more than happy with his life. There were always problems and quirks to it, but being married to and father to amazons was always more interesting than it was bothersome. Anything he could do to support them on any level and improve their lives, he was happy to provide it.

Of course, he had gotten an email about Laumni trying to organize a fight club at her college. And Ganyi had gotten sent home early for giving a classmate a bloody nose with what might have involved shamanic magic (which her mom was never a fan of). But Tanja clearly had enough on her plate right now, so he decided to save those for when she was a little less busy.