I Only Summon Amazon Giantesses

Mark appeared inside a vast, sprawling hall that made the size of any ordinary human feel insignificant, almost comically small by comparison. The interior of the chamber stretched out on a scale so enormous that it seemed built to house nothing less than something worthy of its own overwhelming size.

Massive stone sculptures of female warriors stood watch along the walls and pillars, arranged like ancient, artistic symbols carved with deliberate purpose. Their striking, powerful appearances carried the kind of majestic presence that wealthy men might have once fought wars over, simply to claim a fraction of it.

Yet here, standing quietly within his own soul space, Mark felt something closer to reverence and quiet honor at simply being in their presence. These carvings clearly held deep meaning, and he suspected he needed to understand them properly if he wanted to grasp the full weight of what they represented.

He leapt lightly along each broad step of the spiraling staircase, moving almost like a frog bounding upward, until he finally stood before the familiar bronze colored double doors. Etched into the surface was the image of two crossed weapons framed within a circle, one a massive war hammer, the other a heavy war mallet.

Their crossed shapes met perfectly at the seam where both halves of the door came together. A glowing stone tablet hovered near the lower edge of the door, displaying Cassandra’s information once again.

This, he realized, must be her chamber of origin, the very place she had come from as a member of the Amazon Order. One of several chambers responsible for bringing members of her kind into existence.

Mark’s gaze swept slowly across the wall, tracing the strange symbols and drawings etched into its surface, one hand resting thoughtfully against his chin, his eyes narrowing with focus. He could not begin to decipher what the runes actually meant, though he silently promised himself he would find some way to, given enough time.

His gaze drifted further across the massive chamber until it finally settled at the far end, where a towering stone throne stood, its high armrests and mountain like dais dominating the space. Facing it stood Cassandra, restored to her full, enormous size, standing perfectly still as though silently paying quiet tribute to the throne’s majestic craftsmanship.

A smile appeared on his face at the look of her massive, weighing ass that could definitely crush an armoured truck to metal sheets. She had always carried a kind of quiet, enchanting presence, even at her ordinary, shrunken size, but seeing her here, fully unleashed, was something else entirely.

Still, a mischievous impulse tugged at the back of his mind, and he found himself wanting to test her reaction with a harmless little prank, if only to see what would happen. The thought struck him as slightly absurd, but he found it hard to resist all the same.

With a couple of quick steps, he closed the distance and appeared just behind her, only to be struck all over again by just how massive she truly was compared to him. His head barely reached past the knee of her long, powerful legs. In that moment, standing in her shadow, she looked every bit like a goddess towering over an ordinary mortal.

His hands couldn’t even reach the upper thigh of her graceful legs, not to mention the underside of her ass cheeks.

It was genuinely intimidating, much like the very first time he had seen her at full size. Still, biting back a nervous laugh, he reached out and gave a quick, sharp slap against the firm muscle of her calf, the sound echoing faintly across the vast, open hall.

The soft sound rippled outward through the chamber in gentle waves. Before Mark could even register what had happened, her leg snapped backward in a sharp, reflexive kick, one clearly born of instinct rather than any real intent to seriously harm him, though it still carried the force of a full grown Amazon warrior behind it.

His body was sent flying backward through the air like a discarded ragdoll, tumbling in a rough horizontal arc before the floor rushed up to meet him. He landed hard, rolling several times before friction finally brought him to a stop.

The loud thud of his fall echoed up toward the lofty ceiling of the hall, spreading out across the chamber before fading slowly into silence.

Any ordinary human would likely have been knocked unconscious, or worse, from a blow like that, but fortunately, Mark was no ordinary human. He was a summoner, and a fairly resilient one at that, though not every summoner could claim the same ability to withstand this kind of punishing impact.

Still, he could feel his ribs aching sharply from the force of the blow, the muscles and tendons across his chest screaming in protest as he struggled to push himself back up onto his feet.

He suspected this would likely translate into some form of lingering spiritual soreness once he returned fully to his physical body in the waking world.

”You really can’t help yourself, can you?” There was little softness in the edge of her voice at first, but as her eyes narrowed and settled on him more closely, something like genuine concern flickered briefly across her expression.

With a few graceful, powerful strides, she closed the distance between them and lowered herself down onto one knee before him, the posture of a devoted warrior kneeling before rightful authority.

”Forgive me, I hadn’t realized it was you, dear Heir. I ask for your pardon.” Still, her shoulders remained visibly tense, her posture stiff despite the humble words.

”That said, playful conduct like that toward a member of the Amazon Order isn’t something we take lightly. It’s considered a serious breach of respect, one that carries real consequences under the old rules we’re bound to follow, dear Heir.”

”Says who, exactly?” Mark asked, reaching out to steady himself against her lowered shoulder for support.

Cassandra shook her head firmly. ”That information remains confidential, not something to be shared with someone still holding as modest an authority rank as yours currently is.”

Mark was genuinely surprised to hear this kind of framing. It sounded almost like formal constitutional law, carrying real weight and structure behind it. Still, he had already embarrassed himself enough as her rightful master for one day, so he decided against pressing the matter further.

Wincing slightly from the lingering pain, he stepped back to give her room to rise from her kneeling position. He always felt a quiet sense of intimidation standing beneath her full height, a feeling made all the sharper by the memory of her first, devastating appearance back at the school.

”Anyway, do those strict rules of yours still allow you to help me read and translate those strange symbols carved into the walls?” Mark asked, eager to change the subject.

Cassandra studied him quietly for a long moment, her sea blue eyes holding a depth that seemed to stretch on like the open ocean. ”They only look strange to you because you were never taught to read them properly. This is careful, artful craftsmanship, the kind the ancient Amazons have always used throughout their world.”

She nodded once. ”And yes, I can read it, and translate it into something you’ll understand clearly.”

Mark smiled, the corner of his lips curling upward. ”Perfect, I appreciate that.”

The Amazon giantess lowered herself slightly, bringing her posture closer to Mark’s own height. ”Would you accept a ride from me, to make the journey easier?”

Mark nodded eagerly at the offer. Cassandra smiled warmly as she lifted him gently, settling him near the back of her neck before moving forward with light, measured strides, her steps clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor. As they made their way across the chamber, Mark noticed another set of double doors standing at the far opposite end, their surface colorless and worn, framed by rigid pillars and coated in a layer of gray, stony petrifaction.

His eyes narrowed with obvious curiosity as he studied it. ”Take me over there. What is that?” he asked, pointing directly at the mysterious door.

”No property belonging to the Amazons is to be pointed at directly. It’s considered a minor offense, dear Heir,” Cassandra informed him once again. Mark raised an eyebrow, genuinely caught off guard by just how many strict, formal rules seemed to govern this order. He doubted he would tolerate quite so many of them himself once he formally took on the role of heir.

”That door leads to the chamber of the next member of the Amazon Order, but it remains sealed and currently inaccessible to us.”

Mark blinked, visibly startled by the revelation. He already possessed a summon powerful enough to hold her own even against far higher ranked opponents, and now the idea of eventually gaining a second one felt almost too incredible to fully process.

His thoughts drifted briefly back to the image of that distant island, the one filled with feminine figures, and something finally clicked into place. It seemed his giant summons belonged to different tribes scattered throughout the wider Amazon Order, and there were likely many such tribes in total, which would explain the possibility of a second summon entirely.

Could there be even more waiting beyond that, building outward like some kind of growing empire? Or was there some deeper, ancient rule governing exactly how and when such things became possible? Either way, if he truly wanted to unlock a second member of the order, he would first need to grow stronger, steadily raising both his potential and his overall rank of power.

And achieving that would take more than simply competing in school combat matches or running through routine training drills. It would mean venturing into dangerous, deadly dungeons, facing down powerful, entrenched bosses and dwellers capable of pushing him to the very edge of survival.

That felt like exactly the kind of principle a giant member of the Amazon Order would expect from her chosen heir, if he really thought it through. It was likely the true key to eventually unlocking his second member, and if that path existed, he intended to walk it fully.

Cassandra lowered him gently back down to the floor, almost like a mother setting down a child, once they reached the section of wall covered in ancient script. She waved her right hand in one smooth, graceful motion before the runes, and the symbols shifted and rearranged themselves like living code, slowly resolving into coherent words directly before Mark’s eyes.

A section of the wall now read clearly: The ancient world of the Amazon Order endured through its glorious achievements and preserved records, carried forward in the presence of the primordial gods. Each tribe remains unique and specialized in its own particular abilities, yet all share the same unbroken bloodline, bound together as a single unified order.

This order remains a hidden, largely forgotten myth to the outside world, yet your authority now forms a genuine bridge between two connected points. The true source of your authority is neither distant nor unreachable, and it will only continue to grow closer as your own strength increases.

Mark studied the passage for a long moment before turning his attention to a nearby drawing, one depicting a traditionally dressed giant woman wielding an incredible war hammer as her primary weapon. A colossal, mystical creature coiled tightly around her massive figure, its body stretched taut like a length of rope, her feet resting casually atop the curve of its tail.

This particular symbol clearly carried significant weight, and he suspected he needed to understand it fully if he wanted to grasp his role as a properly knowledgeable summoner. The warrior depicted was unmistakably an Amazon, while the coiled beast likely served as some kind of personal emblem or symbolic representation tied directly to her. Perhaps it meant she shared some form of deep, spiritual connection to the creature, a totemic bond of some kind.

It also seemed to suggest she had been specifically trained and equipped to deal with dangerous mystical monsters, almost like a dedicated Amazon Hunter built for that exact purpose.

Mark tapped the side of his head twice, thinking it over, before turning back toward Cassandra, who stood beside him like some towering, statuesque figure carved from legend itself.

”Anything you can tell me about this one?” he asked, gesturing toward the drawing.The Amazon only responded with an exaggerated, indifferent shrug.

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