The walls were made of mud, reinforced with wooden poles, and the roofs were thatched with straw, providing shelter from the elements. The craftsmanship was rudimentary yet effective, a testament to the ingenuity of these people.
As we moved further towards the village, I saw many men who were like guarding the village, their bodies a mix of strength and vigilance. They noticed Mitt and asked, "Elder Mitt, you are back... and who is this kid?" Their voices were a mix of curiosity and suspicion, a reminder of the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world.
I couldn't help but think about why all these bastards thought of me as a kid. But I knew it was because I didn't have a beard and mustache like them, and even my crotch was clean-shaven.
I didn't bother; maybe in a few days, as I wouldn't shave, it would grow out. But I really liked to keep it clean-shaven, a preference that was a stark contrast to the primitive world around me.
Mitt said, "Well, we rescued this kid in the forest. His family was attacked by a tiger, and now he is the only one left. He was not a member of a tribe, so we all suggested taking him into our village." His voice was a mix of kindness and explanation, a reminder of the bonds of family and friendship that held these people together.
They all nodded and looked at me with kindness, their eyes a mix of acceptance and welcome. They said, "Welcome to our village." The words were a mix of kindness and generosity, a reminder of the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world.
I nodded and pretended to be happy, my voice a mix of gratitude and determination. "Thank you for taking me in. I will definitely work hard to help the village." The words were a mix of acceptance and resolve, a reminder of the new life I was building in this primitive world.
Mitt said, "His name is Dexter, and now he is a part of our Kronos Village and our Kronos tribe." His voice was a mix of pride and acceptance, a reminder of the bonds of family and friendship that held these people together.
As Mitt spoke, his voice a mix of authority and kindness, I couldn't help but notice his choice of words. "Ok, I am taking him in, and he will live with me and my woman from now on. You guys go do your work," he said.
The use of the word "woman" instead of "wife" piqued my curiosity. It seemed there was no concept of marriage, or perhaps even the terms "husband" or "wife," in this primitive world. The thought was intriguing, a mix of curiosity and fascination.
They all nodded, "Yes, Elder Mitt," and they went on to do patrolling, their bodies a mix of strength and vigilance.
I noticed all of their bodies were like mine, full of muscles and abs, and some were even taller than me, but some were also like Mitt, who had big bellies, a testament to the abundance of food in this village.
As Mitt and I walked through the village, the scene around me was a mix of primitive beauty and raw, untamed life. The air was filled with the scent of cooking food, a big fire crackling in the center of the village, around which the women were gathered.
The women were a vision of raw, untamed beauty, their bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat from the heat of the fire and their labor. Their skin tones ranged from creamy white to rich caramel brown, each one unique and captivating in its own way.
Their bodies were adorned with intricate tattoos and simple bone jewelry, adding to their primal allure. Their hair cascaded down their backs in long, silken strands, some as dark as the night, others as light as the sun, glistening with a natural sheen.
Their breasts were full and firm, their nipples dark and erect, some a deep, dark brown, others a soft, inviting pink. The sight of their areolas, visible through the sparse coverings of leaves, sent a jolt of desire through me.
The leaves they wore were more like skirts, but completely open from behind, revealing their bare, smooth ass cheeks. The sight was both fascinating and wildly erotic, a testament to the uninhibited nature of this primitive society.
Their ass cheeks were firm and round, their skin smooth and unblemished, swaying slightly with each movement as they worked around the fire.
The desire to reach out and touch them, to feel the smoothness of their skin, was almost overwhelming. Their pubic hair was a mix of black and blonde, some even had white hair, a stark contrast to their skin tones. The sight was both exotic and wildly erotic, a testament to the raw, untamed beauty of these women.
The sight sent a pang of desire through me, a reminder of the needs and wants that were still very much a part of me. My cock started to grow hard, a reaction to the erotic sight before me.
The women were a vision of exotic beauty and savage charm. Their skin tones varied from creamy white to shades of caramel brown, their bodies adorned with tattoos and jewelry that added to their primal appeal.
I saw all the women come over, and I couldn't help but notice their tits bouncing; some of their nipples even peeked out. But they didn't care, as if this was normal. I noticed even the men who were around didn't show any perverted look, a reminder of the innocence and simplicity of this primitive world.
The women moved closer and asked Mitt, "Elder Mitt..." Their voices were a mix of curiosity and kindness, a reminder of the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world. But my eyes were not on their faces but on their crotches, a sight that sent a pang of desire through me.
They all had large pubic hair, some even had blonde hair on their pubic and their head hair. I noticed one woman even had white hair on her head and her crotch, a sight that was a mix of exotic beauty and savage charm.
Their areolas were a mix of dark and pinkish, a stark contrast to their skin tones, and their nipples were erect, begging to be touched and teased.
They asked, "Who is this kid?" Their voices were a mix of curiosity and kindness, a reminder of the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world.