She spoke as if discussing the weather, her fingers idly brushing against the fabric of her own covering. "The cock is what allows a woman to bear children when a man's seed is placed inside her."
"After all," she continued, oblivious to the heat crawling up my neck, "It is the cock that plants the seed inside us. Without it, there would be no children, no tribe, no future." She tilted her head, studying me with guileless curiosity.
She spoke of survival, of tradition—her words steady, deliberate—but my focus had long since strayed. All I could imagine was the way her lips might tremble apart if I showed her just how raw, how immediate a man's hunger could be.
"Do you..." Her voice faltered, her eyes darting downward for the briefest moment—just long enough to steal the air from my lungs.
"Does it... Bother you?" she finally murmured, her gaze flicking toward the loose leaves draped around my waist, the ones barely concealing the weight of my arousal.
Uncomfortable? No. Torturous was the word. Exquisite. Maddening.
I swallowed hard, forcing my voice steady. "Sometimes."
Her nod was sage, satisfied. "Then you understand why we must protect it."
Oh, Kerry, I thought, I don't want to protect it. I want to ruin it—for you.
I noticed Kerry didn't blush and shy away from the topic, but took it as a normal conversation.
I guess they didn't have any perverts like me with them. I looked at Kerry, an idea forming in my mind. I decided to go with it and created a story full of lies.
"Aunt Kerry," I said, "My grandfather was able to cure all kinds of diseases before he passed away, and he taught me all his knowledge. If anybody gets sick, I can help them, but my grandfather only taught me about a woman's body." The thought of using my knowledge to help the women, to touch them and earn what I liked to call "Pervert Points," was a mix of desire and anticipation.
Kerry's eyes widened in surprise. "That's great. Maybe you can help the Village Chief's woman. I forgot to tell you, she is my friend, and we played together as kids. But after she got together with Ryan, she acts differently, feels frustrated and angry at all of us for something or another." Her words were a mix of concern and curiosity, a reminder of the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world. The thought of helping Hina, of touching her and earning those Pervert Points, was a mix of desire and anticipation.
I knew that I had to be patient, to bide my time and find a way to earn those Pervert Points without raising suspicion. But the desire was there, burning within me, a constant reminder of the needs and wants that were still very much a part of me.
I looked at Kerry, my mind racing with thoughts of the women, of their bodies, of the potential for pleasure and reward. "Aunt Kerry," I said, "What do women in our tribe like in a man?" The thought was a mix of curiosity and desire, a reminder of the needs and wants that were still very much a part of me.
As Kerry's fingers ruffled through my hair, her touch sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock. Her voice was warm, almost hypnotic, as she laid out what it took to be a man in this tribe.
"Women like a man who is strong, who can provide for them and their children. They like a man who is kind and gentle, who can make them feel safe and protected." Her words wrapped around me like a promise, but all I could think about was how badly I wanted to provide for her—right now, on the damn spot.
Her hand dropped from my head, and for a second, I thought she might trail it lower, but instead, she gestured toward my crotch with a smirk. "Even if your height has increased to this... You are still a kid. You don't have any hair on your face, and even down there." Her fingers hovered just inches from my cock, and I had to bite back a groan. Fuck, if she touched me, I'd explode right then.
"When you have hair like your Uncle Mitt and others... then you're considered grown up. And then you can find a woman... to have a child with." Her words hung in the air, thick with implication. My mind raced with filthy images—her hands on me, her body pressed against mine, her teaching me exactly what it meant to be a man.
I glanced down at her leaf-covered tits, the way they rose and fell with each breath, the nipples just barely hidden beneath the flimsy covering.
My cock twitched, aching to be free, to show her just how grown I could be. I imagined ripping those leaves off, burying my face between her thighs, and making her scream until she forgot all about hair and age and tribe rules.
"I'll grow fast, Aunt Kerry," I growled, my voice rough like the scrape of flint against stone. "I'll hunt the biggest beasts. Build the strongest shelter. No storm, no beast, no rival tribe will touch you." I said this to win over Kerry... I am sure these women haven't heard sweet words...
Then, with a suddenness that stole my breath, she pulled me into her arms, her embrace crushing me against the soft, overwhelming weight of her body. "Oh..." she murmured, her voice thick with teasing warmth, "then you'd better keep your word, little hunter. Protect your aunt well... and don't forget me when you find a woman of your own."
My fingers twitched, then landed—a deliberate, grazing brush against the leaves clinging to her chest. The contact sent a jolt through me, but the real thrill came when my face pressed forward, muffled against the warm weight of her breasts.
Then I saw it.
The translucent overlay flickered—100 points on each breast vanishing the moment my skin made contact, the system registering my touch like a predator claiming territory. Only the 200-point dots over her nipples remained, pulsing faintly, daring me.
I pulled back just enough to check my total—298. A smirk tugged at my lips. Easy. Too easy. But then I remembered the prices in that damn supernatural supermarket—skills and abilities locked behind numbers so high they might as well have been written in blood. Still. Points were points. And I'd take what I could get.
The air thickened between us as Kerry's nipples pushed through the flimsy cover of leaves, dark and swollen, practically begging for my mouth.
The heat rolling off her skin, the way her heavy tits pressed against me—it was too much. My lungs burned, but not from lack of air. No, it was the way her body smothered me, the way her breath hitched when I shifted just right, like she didn't even realize how badly she was teasing me.
I can't—" My voice cracked, half-choked. It wasn't a lie. The way her thighs brushed against mine, the damp warmth radiating from between them—if she didn't stop, I was going to blow right here in these stupid leaf shorts, and that wasn't part of the plan.
Kerry pulled back with a smirk, her fingers trailing down my chest like she owned me. "How do you expect to handle a woman if you can't even breathe?" Her laugh was low, mocking, like she had me figured out.
Oh, she had no idea.
I locked eyes with her—Aunt Kerry—and let my lips curl into something darker. I wasn't the one who was supposed to be on the back foot. I was the fucking playboy here. The one who broke women, not the other way around.
My hand dropped to my crotch, fingers digging in like I was in agony. "Aah—fuck, Aunt—it hurts..." I groaned, letting my voice shake just enough to sell it.
Her smirk vanished in an instant. "Dexter?" Her hands were on me before I could blink, gripping my waist, her face twisted with concern. "Where? Did you get hurt? Let me see—"
I didn't hesitate. The second her fingers fumbled with the leaf skirt, I let my magical tool dissolve the modern underwear beneath it—no way was I explaining that to her. The fabric vanished, leaving only the flimsy leaf cover, and the second she yanked it down—
My cock sprang free, thick and veiny, already leaking at the tip. The sudden release sent it swinging forward, the heavy weight of it slapping hard against Kerry's cheek.
SMACK.
Kerry moaned out in surprise, " Aaaah"
A wet, obscene sound echoed between us as my dick left a glistening trail of pre-cum across her skin, the mushroom head smacking her just below her cheekbone. The impact was hard enough to leave a faint red mark, the heat of her skin making my cock twitch against her face.
Kerry froze.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as her wide eyes locked onto my cock—thick, veiny, and circumcised, nothing like the rough, uncut dicks she was used to.
The glistening tip was already leaking, a thick bead of pre-cum dripping down, smearing across her cheek where my cock had just slapped her. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out almost instinctively, like she was drawn to the salty wetness coating her skin.
"W-what...?" Her voice was a breathy, confused whisper, her fingers still clutching my waist like she'd forgotten how to let go.
She'd never seen a cock like this—never had one smack her face, never had one so close to her mouth, already throbbing, already demanding her attention. The way she stared at it—like she was hypnotized—made my cock twitch even harder.
Then, her expression shifted. Concern flooded her face as she gently—too gently—wrapped her fingers around my shaft. "Dexter... what happened to your cock?" she murmured, her thumb brushing over the swollen, flushed head. "It looks so... angry. Oh my god, it's huge—so much bigger... and so thick..."
I could see the shock in her eyes. Of course, she was shocked. My cock wasn't just big—it was circumcised, the smooth, exposed head already dark red from how fucking hard I was. Nothing like the men in her tribe. She'd never seen a cock like this—bare, veiny, the tip already weeping for her.
Her fingers trembled as she poked at the head. "The skin... It's gone. Is that why it hurts? But there's no cut... no blood..." She pressed a little harder, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me. "Does it hurt here?" Her finger circled the tip, and I had to bite back a groan.
"Nnn—yes, Aunt..." I forced a whimper, my voice rough with fake pain. "It burns..." (It did—but not the way she thought.)
Her innocence was fucking killing me. The way she touched me—like I was something fragile, something that needed fixing—her soft fingers tracing the veins of my cock with wide-eyed fascination.
"It's so hot..." she whispered, her thumb brushing over the slick bead of pre-cum oozing from the tip. "And it's dripping so much... Is this... is this sickness?"
I let out a shaky breath, my hips twitching forward, pressing my cock deeper into her grip. "Y-yes, Aunt..." I gasped, my voice rough with fake desperation.
"It's infected... just like when your pussy gets rubbed too much—it starts leaking, right? Swells up? Burns?" I could see the confusion flicker across her face, her fingers tightening around my shaft like she was afraid she'd break me.
"Oh no—" Her voice pitched higher, panic creeping in. "You must be in so much pain! What do I do? Should I fetch the healer? Or—or Uncle Mitt?" Her eyes darted between my cock and my face, her breath coming faster. "I don't know how to fix this! It's nothing like the men here—"
"No!" I cut her off, my voice cracking just enough to sound desperate. "Aunt, please—they won't understand! They'll just make it worse..." I whimpered, my cock throbbing in her hand. "But you... You can help me..."
Her cheeks burned crimson, her fingers trembling around my shaft like she was holding something forbidden. "M-me? How?" she stammered, her voice cracking. "I don't know the first thing about—"
"Your mouth," I cut in, my voice rough and desperate, dripping with fake agony. "My grandfather taught me—when a woman cleans it with her tongue, the pain fades. The infection heals." I let my hips twitch forward, pressing the slick tip of my cock against her lips, watching her flinch.
Her breath hitched, her eyes wide and horrified. "M-my tongue?!" She stared at my cock like it was some kind of cursed object, her thumb smearing the pre-cum in slow, clumsy circles over the swollen head. "But I've never—! What if I hurt you? What if I make it worse?"
A slow, predatory smirk tugged at my lips.
Of course, she's never done this.
This reaction confirmed it—no teasing, no foreplay, just raw, primal sex. They fucked like animals, driven by instinct, not desire for pleasure. Maybe they only did it to reproduce, or maybe they didn't bother at all if they didn't want children.
The realization hit me like a jolt—fuck, that meant their pussies might be tighter than any of the milfs I'd ever had. And their assholes? Virgin. Untouched, except for the most basic of taking a shit.
Kerry's fingers trembled around my cock, her touch hesitant, almost innocent, as if she'd never truly held a cock before. But the way her breath hitched when I pulsed in her palm told me everything I needed to know—she felt it. The thick, veined weight of me, the heat radiating off my skin, the way my cock jerked like a living thing, hungry for her.
Kerry whimpered, her fingers slipping as another violent pulse rocked through me. She wasn't ready for this—for the way my cock demanded attention, the way it twitched against her palm like it was searching for her cunt.
I could almost hear the wet, obscene sounds it would make sliding into her, forcing her walls apart, her body fighting the invasion even as her instincts screamed for it.
Fuck.
I was going to ruin her.
"You won't hurt it," I promised, my voice thick with false reassurance. "Your saliva... it'll disinfect it..." I let out a pained moan, my hips jerking just slightly, pressing the tip against her lips. "Please, Aunt... I need you... It hurts so bad..."
She bit her lip so hard I thought she'd draw blood, her fingers trembling around my cock.
I let out another whimper, my cock twitching against her lips. "Please, Aunt... I can't take it anymore..."
She hesitated, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive head, making me ache. "I don't know how..." she admitted, her voice shaking. "I've never touched a man like this before..."
"Just... just lick it," I breathed, my voice breaking. "Like you're tasting something"
She swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she leaned in, her breath hot against my skin. "O-okay..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But if it hurts more, you tell me—"
The second her tongue touched me, my vision whited out for a split second.
+100 Pervert Points.Total: 398.
"Fuuuck—!" The word tore out of me before I could stop it, my fingers tangling in her hair, my hips jerking forward. "J-just like that—!"
She pulled back instantly, her eyes wide with alarm. "D-Dexter?! Did I hurt you?!" Her thumb pressed against the leaking tip, her touch sending another jolt of pleasure through me. "It twitched—! Is that bad?!"
"N-no—!" I gasped, my cock throbbing. "It's good—! You're helping—!"
The air in the hut was thick with the scent of sweat, smoke, and the musky aroma of arousal. Kerry's fingers trembled as they barely wrapped around the thick, veiny cock, her touch feather-light, like she was afraid she might break me. Her dark, wide eyes were locked onto my cock, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps as she watched it pulse and twitch in her grip.
"D-Dexter, this isn't right—!" she stammered, her voice high with worry. "It's getting bigger—! And it's so hot—! What if it bursts?!" Her fingers slid up and down my length, her grip too gentle to do anything but tease, her thumb brushing over the swollen, leaking tip. "Look at it—it's throbbing—!"
I groaned, my hips jerking upward involuntarily, my cock twitching violently in her hand. "N-no—it's good—!" I forced out, my voice rough with need.
"Your mouth—your saliva—it's already healing it! See?" I grabbed my cock, stroking it slowly, showing her how the redness had faded where her spit glistened. "It's better now... because of you, Aunt Kerry..."
Her breath hitched as she pulled back the foreskin, exposing the full, flushed head of my cock—the thick ridge, the slick slit, the way it pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own. Her fingers traced the shape, her voice barely a whisper, filled with awe and confusion.
"It looks like a mushroom—!" she breathed, her fingers exploring the sensitive underside, the way the veins throbbed beneath her touch. "But it's so big—! How does it even fit—?!"
Her innocent words sent a jolt of heat straight to my balls. The way she said it—so curious, so unaware—made my cock jerk in her hand, a thick bead of pre-cum welling at the tip and dripping down her fingers. I could see the way her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, like she was already tasting me.
"Aunt..." I groaned, my voice rough with desperation. "If you really want to heal it... You need to take the whole thing in your mouth. All the way to the base."
Kerry's eyes widened, her grip tightening just slightly, her thumb rubbing over the slick tip. "But—! You're hurt—! You should lie down!"
Kerry's grip on my hand was warm, her fingers calloused but gentle as she guided me toward the stone bed. "Come, Dexter," she murmured, her voice thick with concern, "You need to rest. You're still hurt—"
The moment Kerry turned, her back to me, I swiftly tucked the leafy skirt—the Magical Tool—into my System Storage, the fabric dissolving into nothingness before her eyes could catch the movement. The cool air of the hut brushed against my naked skin, my cock already throbbing, fully exposed, the thick veins pulsing with anticipation.
I let her pull me down, my body sinking onto the hard, worn surface of the stone slab. The moment my back hit the bed, Kerry was already positioning herself between my legs, her dark hair cascading forward before she quickly gathered it, twisting it into a messy knot at the nape of her neck.
The movement pulled her shoulders back, making her breasts full, heavy, and barely covered by the flimsy leaves—pressing together, the nipples already hard, peeking through the gaps.
Her fingers trembled as she settled into place, her thighs pressing against the outsides of mine, her breath warm against my skin. The way she knelt there, her lips parted, her dark eyes locked onto my cock, sent a jolt of heat straight to my balls.
The sight of her like that—kneeling between my spread thighs, her lips parted, her breath warm against my cock—nearly made me explode right then.
She hesitated, her face just inches from my cock, her breath ghosting over the sensitive head. Then she leaned in, inhaling deeply, her nose brushing against my skin.
"It smells... strange—!" she murmured, her voice thick with curiosity. "Not like pee... It's musky—! Like... like man—!"
Aaaah!" I gasped as her tongue flicked out, lapping at the tip, her lips pressing against the slick head. "Aunt... hmmm, just like that! I can already feel it getting better!"
Kerry's brows knit together, her voice trembling with worry—but her eyes were dark with something else. Something hungry. "Don't worry, Dexter..." she whispered, her fingers tightening around the base of my cock. "I'll heal you..."
Then she took my cock into her mouth.
Her lips stretched obscenely around my girth, her jaw straining as she forced herself to take more. "Mmmph—!" she gagged immediately, her throat resisting the thick intrusion. "Nggg! Gggk!" She pulled back, coughing, strings of saliva dripping from her lips, her eyes watering. "It's—it's too big—!"
"You can do it, Aunt..." I groaned, my fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her back down. "Just relax your throat..."
She took a deep breath, her lips wrapping around my cock again, her tongue pressing flat against the underside. This time, she forced herself deeper, her throat convulsing around the thick head.
"Akkkkh! Agggggh! Nggggh!" She gagged violently, her nose pressing against my skin, her eyes watering as she fought to breathe. Her fingers dug into my thighs, her nails biting into my flesh as she struggled to take more. "Mmmph—! Gggk—! C-can't—breathe—!"
I groaned, my hips bucking upward, my cock hitting the back of her throat. "That's it, Aunt... Take it all..." My voice was rough, my fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her down further.
"Nggggh—! P-please—! It's choking me—!" she gagged, her throat working around my cock, her lips stretched so wide I could see the strain in her jaw. "Mmmph—! D-Dexter—! I c-can't—!"
"You can," I growled, my voice dark with lust. "You're healing me, remember? All the way down..."
She whimpered, her throat fluttering around my cock as she forced herself to take another inch. "Gggk—! Ngggh—! Mmmph—!" Her nose was buried in my unseen micro pubes, her breath hot against my skin, her throat convulsing as she fought to swallow around my girth.
"Fuck—!" I hissed, my hips jerking upward, my cock hitting the back of her throat again. "That's it! Take it!"
Kerry's eyes rolled back, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gagged around my cock, her throat working desperately. "Nggggh—! C-can't—! It's too much!"
She pulled back, coughing violently, strings of saliva and pre-cum dripping from her swollen lips. "It's pulsing—! And it's hotter—!"
I groaned, my cock twitching in her hand, leaking more pre-cum onto her tongue. "It's because you're healing me, Aunt..." I panted, my voice rough. "Your mouth feels so good—!"
She looked down at my cock, her fingers stroking the thick length, her thumb rubbing over the slick tip. "It's bigger now..." she whispered, her voice filled with awe.
"How can any woman take something like this inside her? Won't her pussy be destroyed? Mitt's cock is so tiny compared to yours—!"
I bit back a groan, my cock throbbing at her words. "Aunt Kerry..." I asked, feigning innocence, "Does having a big cock mean something bad?"
Kerry's fingers trembled against my cock, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as she stared at my throbbing cock. Her thumb brushed over the slick tip, gathering the pre-cum that beaded there, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me that made my hips twitch involuntarily.
"I... I don't know," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with curiosity and something deeper—something she didn't quite understand yet.
"I've never seen anything like this before..." Her grip tightened just slightly, her fingers exploring the thick veins that pulsed beneath her touch. "It's so... big. So different from Mitt's..."
I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a low, serious tone, my fingers brushing against her cheek in what I hoped was a comforting gesture.
"But my grandfather said it's a good thing," I lied smoothly, my thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. "He said a bigger cock can reach deep inside a woman's pussy... that it helps her give birth to stronger children..."
Kerry's eyes widened, her fingers stilling for a moment before resuming their slow, exploratory strokes. "Really...?" she breathed, her voice filled with a mix of awe and curiosity. "It might be true... I guess we'll know once you have a woman as your partner—!"
I smirked internally, my cock twitching in her grip. Oh, we'll know sooner than that.
Because the way she was looking at me now—her lips slightly parted, her eyes dark with curiosity, her fingers still tracing the thick veins of my cock—told me everything I needed to know.
She was mine.
And this village?
It was going to be my playground.
Kerry's gaze dropped back down to my cock, which was still rock-hard, throbbing in her grip. "Why is it still like this..." she murmured, her fingers stroking me absentmindedly, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. "It should have softened by now..."
I looked at her, feigning innocence, my voice soft and curious. "Aunt Kerry... doesn't Uncle Mitt's cock ever get hard like this? How do you help him when it does?"
Kerry hesitated, her cheeks darkening with a blush as she shifted slightly, her fingers still wrapped around my cock. "Somedays..." she admitted, her voice soft and hesitant. "Your uncle gets hard... like you... And he puts it inside my pussy... and he drops his seed inside me... to calm himself down..."
I nodded internally. Of course. It's just animal instinct. When men get hard, they put it in their woman's pussy to calm themselves down, acting just on pure instinct of reproduction, like animals or other species.
Kerry looked at me, her expression serious, her fingers still stroking me slowly. "But you can't do that..." she said, her voice firm but gentle. "Your cock is still hurt... the skin around it is gone... So you can't put it in my pussy to calm yourself down..."
I looked at her, realizing what she was implying. If my cock wasn't hurt... then I could put it inside her pussy... Is that what she meant?
I decided to test the waters.
"Aunt Kerry," I asked, my voice curious, my fingers brushing against her arm lightly. "Have you ever taken another cock besides Uncle Mitt's inside your pussy?"
Kerry stiffened slightly, her fingers pausing their slow strokes along my cock. "No..." she said, her voice firm, her eyes narrowing just slightly.
Everyone in our Kronos tribe—and even other tribes—once a woman chooses a man, she follows him... And why would anyone want to have sex with me....?"
Her gaze locked onto mine, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and disbelief. "Nobody would even ask someone this question... ?"
I pressed further, my voice gentle, my fingers still brushing against her skin. "Why is that, Aunt?"
Kerry sighed, as if explaining something obvious to a child. "Oh.... because no man would like to mate with a woman who already has a man... because it is considered dirty..."
She shifted slightly, her fingers resuming their slow strokes along my cock, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "Every man wants a clean woman... to give birth to his child..."
I tilted my head, pretending to be confused, my voice soft and innocent. "What do you mean by a clean woman?"
Kerry blinked, as if surprised I didn't know. "Didn't your mother teach you this?"
My stomach twisted for just a second—fuck, I almost slipped—but I forced my expression into something wounded, my fingers tightening just slightly around Kerry's wrist where she still gripped my cock.
The lie about my parents being torn apart by a tiger was fresh in my mind, the story I'd fed these people to explain why I was alone, why I was there.
I let my voice crack, my eyes dropping to the stone floor between us. "Mother..." I whispered, my throat tightening with false grief. "She ignored me when I asked her about this. She just... patted my head and said I was still a kid. That I wouldn't understand."
My fingers trembled against her skin, selling the lie. "She never got to explain before—" My voice hitched, just like it would if I were really holding back tears. "Before the tiger took them both."
Kerry's breath caught, her grip on my cock loosening as her free hand cupped my cheek, her thumb brushing away a nonexistent tear. "Oh, Dexter..." she murmured, her voice thick with sympathy. "You poor, poor boy. No one ever told you how these things work?"
I shook my head, letting my lower lip wobble. "No one's left to tell me now." My hips shifted restlessly, my cock twitching in her grip, the movement drawing her attention back down. "Except you, Aunt Kerry."
Kerry's expression softened as she realised that I had just lost my mom and dad, her fingers squeezing my cock gently, her touch filled with sympathy. "I'm sorry, Dexter... I didn't mean to upset you..."
She paused, as if gathering her thoughts, her voice quiet and almost reverent. "Okay, I will tell you... don't be sad..."
"On the day a woman and man mate for the first time... the woman bleeds as the man's cock enters inside her..." Her fingers traced the thick veins of my cock, her touch sending waves of pleasure through me.
"That blood signifies the purity of a woman... So once a man takes away a woman's purity, she will be considered dirty from other men's perspective..."
I chuckled internally. This fucking purity nonsense... virginity cults... But this is good for me.
Because if Kerry believed in this purity bullshit, then she'd never suspect what I was really after.
And if she thought I was still a kid—an innocent, untouched boy—then she'd never see me as a threat.
Not until it was too late.
I looked at her, my voice soft, almost vulnerable, my fingers brushing against her cheek. "Aunt Kerry... if my cock wasn't hurt... would you let me put it inside you? Just to calm it down... like Uncle Mitt does?"
My fingers traced the curve of her cheek, my touch deliberate but gentle, as if I were truly just a lost boy seeking comfort. Her grip on my cock tightened just slightly, her thumb brushing over the slick tip where pre-cum glistened, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
Kerry's cheeks burned as her fingers tightened around my throbbing cock, her thumb tracing slow, teasing circles over the slick, leaking tip.
Her breath came in uneven gasps, her dark eyes darting between my face and the thick, veiny length of me—like she was torn between shame and hunger. The air between us crackled with something electric: guilt, lust, and the raw, animalistic pull of forbidden desire.
"Dexter..." Her voice trembled, thick with conflict. "You're still just a boy. You don't know what you're asking for." Her stroke faltered, her touch hesitant but impossibly hungry. "And when you're older, you'll look back and resent me. For corrupting you. For taking what I shouldn't..."
I let my lower lip tremble, my voice trembling with practiced innocence. "But I'm not a kid anymore, Aunt Kerry." My hips shifted restlessly beneath her touch, my cock twitching in her grip, desperate for more.
"I'm old enough to know what I want. And it—it hurts so bad..." I wrapped my fingers around hers, guiding her to stroke me slower, deeper, my voice breaking just enough to sound pleading. "Please... I don't know what else to do..."
Her breath hitched, her fingers curling around mine as we worked my cock together, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head. "Oh, Dexter..." she murmured, her voice thick with torment. "You don't understand what you're asking for..."
I tilted my head up, my gaze locking onto hers, soft but probing. "Aunt Kerry... would Uncle Mitt hate you if he found out? If he knew you let me put my cock inside you?"
Her fingers stilled. Just for a second. Then her grip tightened, almost imperceptibly. "Why would he hate me?" she whispered, confusion threading through her voice.
"For putting my cock inside your pussy," I clarified, my voice barely above a breath.
She let out a hollow, humorless laugh, her fingers resuming their slow, torturous strokes. "He wouldn't hate me, Dexter." Her voice dropped, darker now.
"But Mitt? Oh, he will probably make fun of you." Her dark eyes burned into mine. "For wanting a dirty, used-up woman like me. For stooping so low. And he'd laugh—God, he'd laugh—because I'm old enough to be your—"
And the others—the kids, the people in the tribe—if they ever found out?" Her voice turned distant, like she was already seeing the consequences unfold. "They'd call you sick. Pathetic. They'd bully you for fucking a woman like me... a woman who's already been claimed. Already dirty."
My mind raced. Wait—did that mean...?
Could I fuck Kerry in front of Mitt? Let him watch as his woman took my cock, as I stole what was his?
The thought sent a white-hot jolt straight to my balls, my cock jerking violently in her grip.
"Aah—!" Kerry gasped, her fingers clamping around my cock as it pulsed against her palm. "Why does it keep doing that?" She stared, mesmerized, as pre-cum dripped from the tip, her dark eyes wide with fascination. "It's like it's... begging for something..."
And then it hit me—this world, this primitive world, where a woman's worth was tied to her purity. Her virginity. Her loyalty to one man.
The rules of this world were simple: once a man claimed a woman, she was his. Not because of love, not because of respect—because she was used. Soiled.
A vessel that had already been filled, stretched, and left dripping with another man's seed. And once that happened? No one else would touch her. Not out of morality, but because she was tainted. Worthless.
And that?
That was fucking perfect.
Because the women they called dirty—the ones cast aside, whispered about, the ones who carried the stench of another man's lust—those were the ones who would crawl to me.
Who would beg for my cock. Who would spread their legs in front of their husbands, their brothers, their sons, and let me ruin them all over again?
Kerry's breath hitched as she stared at me, her dark eyes wide with conflict, her fingers still wrapped around my throbbing cock. The tip was slick with pre-cum, leaking like a fucking faucet, desperate for release.
"Dexter..." Her voice was unsteady, her grip tightening just enough to make me groan. "Do you still want it? Do you still want to put your cock inside me?"
I should have nodded. I should have begged. But before I could, she shook her head, her lips pressing into a thin line.
"It's better that you understand...." Her voice was firm, but I heard the tremor beneath it—the way her throat tightened, the way her fingers twitched around my cock.
"I won't let you throw your life away for a dirty woman like me. In a few years, you'll have your own woman. " She cut herself off, her cheeks flushing darker.
I whimpered, my voice cracking with fake innocence, my hips bucking upward, forcing my cock to twitch in her grip. "Aaaah—Aunt—it hurts..."
I gasped, my free hand clutching at her wrist, guiding her to stroke me slower, harder, my balls already drawn up tight with need. "Please, just—just put it in. Just the tip."
"No." Her voice was sharp, final. "I won't be the reason they despise and cast you out. The reason they beat you, or worse." Her thumb swiped over my leaking slit, smearing the pre-cum down my shaft, her touch maddeningly slow. "You don't understand what they'd do to you if they found out."
I did understand.
And I didn't care.
Because the thought of them knowing—the thought of Mitt watching as I split his wife open, as I pumped her full of my cum while he seethed—it made my cock throb, made my balls ache with the need to breed her.
But Kerry was stubborn. She was scared.
So I changed my approach.
"Aunt Kerry..." I whispered, my voice trembling, my fingers sliding up her arm, gripping her shoulder. "Then just... use your mouth like before?" I shifted my hips, my cock jerking against her palm. "I—I can't wait anymore. It hurts so bad. Please, I just need—"
For a second, she hesitated. Her lips parted, her breath coming faster, her eyes flickering down to where her fingers still stroked me. Then, slowly, she nodded.
Kerry leaned in, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she spat—a thick, obscene glob of saliva landing right on my cockhead, dripping down my cock.
"You said my saliva could heal it, right?" she murmured, her voice thick with something dark—shame, maybe, or hunger. "So let's see if it works."
And then her lips wrapped around me.
"Fuuuck—!" The word tore out of me as her mouth stretched wide, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of my cock, her nose bumping against my skin with every breath she took.
She was sloppy, her saliva dripping down my balls, her lips struggling to take me all the way. But she didn't stop. She hollowed her cheeks, her head bobbing just enough to make my toes curl, her free hand squeezing the base of my cock like she was trying to milk me dry.
It wasn't enough.
I needed more.
"Aunt—! Nnngh—! Fuck, your mouth—" My fingers tangled in her hair, my hips jerking upward, forcing myself deeper. She gagged, her throat convulsing around my tip, and the sound—that wet, choking sound—sent a jolt straight to my balls.
She tried to pull back, but I wasn't letting her.
"You said you'd help me," I panted, my voice rough, my grip tightening. "So take it."
And then I moved.
A guttural growl tore from my chest as I lost control.
With a single, violent shove, I sent Kerry crashing backward, her shoulders slamming against the cold, unyielding stone of the bed. Her head lolled back, her throat exposed, her lips parting in a silent gasp—begging for it.
My cock, already slick with her spit and pre-cum, plunged deep into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely around the base as I fucked her face—not gentle, not hesitant, but hard, ruthless, my hips pistoning like I was trying to break her.
"Mmmph—! Nnngh—!"
Her gagging was music, her throat convulsing around my tip as I bottomed out, my balls slapping against her chin with every brutal thrust. Tears welled in her eyes, dripping down her temples as she struggled to breathe. But she didn't push me away. She didn't fight.
Kerry took my cock deep in her mouth.
Her nails dug into my thighs, her fingers clawing at my skin like she was trying to anchor herself, her tongue still working frantically, lapping at the underside of my cock even as I choked her with it.
Kerry's nose pressed into the coarse, sweat-damp hair at the base of my cock, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps every time I pulled back just enough to let her gasp—before slamming back in.
"C— C-can't— Bre— Akkkhh—! Nnnnggg—!"
Her voice was muffled, broken, her words dissolving into choked sobs as I used her—her throat fluttering around my tip, her lips sealed tight around my shaft, her cheeks hollowed like she was starving for it.
The wet, obscene sounds of Kerry's mouth—her choked gasps, the sloppy gurgles of her throat struggling around my cock, the way her body jerked beneath me like she was caught between fighting and melting—it was all too much.
My balls tightened painfully, my cock swelling to the point of aching, my vision swimming with the need to fucking ruin her. To claim her in a way no one else ever had. To make her mine in the most primal, filthy way possible.
And then—
I looked down at her.
Kerry's face was a mess—her lips stretched obscenely around my shaft, tears streaming down her cheeks, her throat working desperately as she fought for air.
The sight of her like that—used, struggling, but still taking every inch I gave her—sent a dark, possessive thrill through me.
With a rough, animalistic groan, I pulled my cock out of her mouth.
Kerry gasped, her chest heaving violently, her swollen lips glistening with spit and pre-cum. Thick strings of it dripped down her chin, catching in the hollow of her throat.
She coughed, her hand flying to her bruised lips, her fingers trembling as she tried to catch her breath.
"I.... I-I'm sorry, Aunt..." My voice was rough, ragged—but there wasn't a single shred of real remorse in it. Only hunger. Only the need to push her further, to hear her beg for the things she'd never admit she wanted.
"I—I couldn't control myself..." I whimpered, my cock throbbing as I watched her reaction, my hips twitching with the need to shove back in. "It felt like my pee was gonna come out..."
Kerry's watery, bloodshot eyes flickered up at me, her breath still coming in ragged, desperate gasps. "Hmm..." Her fingers stilled between her legs, her voice dropping to a low, knowing purr. "Would that be your seed, Dexter?" Her tongue darted out, swiping over her abused lips, tasting me on them.
I let my lower lip tremble, my expression shifting into something falsely innocent, my cock jerking at the way her gaze darkened. "I... I don't know..." I stammered, my voice cracking just enough to sound helpless. "When I saw you having trouble breathing, I pulled it out. I didn't want to hurt you..."
Kerry's lips curled into something wicked—amusement, maybe, or something far more dangerous. "You should just... let it out." Her voice was husky, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the wetness on her chin before dragging it down, smearing it over her throat like she was marking herself.
"Mitt's cock always calms down after he releases his seed... but he always does it inside my pussy." Her breath hitched, her eyes glazing over for a second like she was remembering the feel of him.
My cock twitched violently at the image, pre-cum beading at the tip, dripping down my cock.
Kerry sighed, her hand finally pulling away from between her legs, her fingers glistening with her own arousal. "It's a difficult situation..." She hesitated, her voice taking on a serious edge, but her eyes burned with something else—something hungry.
"You're in pain, I know. But remember—you're not allowed to waste your precious seed like that." She leaned in just a little, her breath hot against my skin.
"You can only put your seed inside a woman's pussy... to make her pregnant." Her gaze locked onto mine, firm, but her lips were still swollen from my cock, her voice still thick with lust.
"That's how we increase the number of people in our tribe. Strength in numbers, Dexter. And you must never tell anyone about wasting your seed." She licked her lips, her tongue swiping over the taste of me still lingering there. "The tribe would punish you for it."
I nodded slowly, my mind racing, my cock aching.
It made sense—stone age survival. More people meant more strength, more protection. Of course, they'd enforce breeding. Of course, they'd see wasting seed as a sin.
But then—
A realization hit me like a fucking revelation.
If men always came inside a woman's pussy... then Kerry had never tasted cum before.
The thought sent a jolt of dark, filthy excitement through me, my cock throbbing with the need to corrupt her.
There were so many firsts left for her.
And I was going to be the one to give them to her.
The thought sent a surge of dark, filthy excitement through me. My cock twitched, pre-cum dripping from the tip as I imagined painting her face with it, watching her tongue lap up every last drop. There were so many firsts left for her.
And I was going to be the one to give them to her.
I nodded like a good boy, my expression innocent, my fingers already twitching with the need to touch her. And then, without warning, I grabbed her tits, my palms squeezing hard, my thumbs pressing into her nipples until they pebbled beneath my touch.
The moment my palms squeezed her tits, the surge hit me—400 Pervert Points added, my total now 798. The rush of power pulsed through me, making my cock twitch violently as I buried myself deeper.
Kerry gasped, her back arching off the stone as her breath hitched, a soft, needy moan slipping past her lips. "Aaaah, Dexter... don't pinch them... it feels strange..." Her voice was breathy, her body tensing beneath me, but she didn't push me away. Instead, her fingers twitched at her sides, like she was fighting the urge to grab me, to pull me closer.
I smirked, my cock throbbing as I shifted my weight, settling onto her chest, my cock pressing against her chin. "But I want to hold something to support myself," I murmured, my voice dripping with false innocence.
My palms squeezed her tits together, her nipples already hard as stone beneath my touch. The way her chest rose and fell, the way her lips parted just slightly—it was too much. My fingers traced the rough edges of the leaves still clinging to her nipples, the dried sap holding them in place.
"Aunt..." I tilted my head, my voice curious, my thumbs brushing against the leaves. "Can I remove these? I can't grasp you properly in my palms... because of them, my hands keep slipping..."
Kerry hesitated for only a second before nodding, her fingers trembling as she reached up and plucked the leaves away. The moment they were gone, her nipples stood fully erect—dark, almost black, with a hint of deep brown, hard and aching under my gaze. My cock jerked at sight, pre-cum beading at the tip.
I rolled her nipples between my fingers, pressing just hard enough to make her gasp. "Aunt... are you sick too?" I asked, my voice laced with faux concern. "Your nipples are so hard... just like you mentioned before. If you don't wear the leaves covering them, they get like this when they rub against things..."
Kerry moaned, her back arching again as I twisted her nipples, her voice trembling. "Aaaah... I—I don't know..." Her breath came faster, her thighs pressing together. "But it feels... strange, Dexter..."
I grinned internally. I didn't want to give her the pleasure of sucking them—not yet. I wanted to torture her. To see just how horny I could make her.
My fingers pinched her nipples harder, my other hand sliding down to press against her stomach, feeling the way her muscles tensed beneath my touch. "Strange how, Aunt?" I murmured, my voice low, my cock throbbing as I watched her squirm. "Does it hurt... or does it feel good?"
Kerry's lips parted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I.... I don't know..." she whimpered, but her body betrayed her—her hips shifting restlessly, her thighs clenching together. "It just... itches.."
My hips rocked forward, my cock dragging against Kerry's chin, leaving a shiny, obscene trail of pre-cum in its wake. The heat of her skin, the way her breath hitched as my tip brushed against her lips—it was too much.
My fingers tightened around her tits, her nipples hard as stone beneath my palms, pressing into my skin like they were begging for more.
"Aunt, please..." My voice was a rough, desperate growl, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside her. "Open your mouth... I want to slide it in... your mouth..."
Kerry's dark eyes flickered up at me, her lips parting slowly, her tongue peeking out just enough to wet her lower lip. The sight alone made my cock jerk, pre-cum beading at the tip.
I didn't wait—I pushed forward, my cock sliding between her lips, her warm, wet mouth enveloping me.
Her nipples were like pebbles, rock-hard against my palms, and I pinched them between my fingers tightly, and she moaned around my cock, the sound muffled and needy.
"Hkkmmm—!" Her body trembled, her throat fluttering as I slid deeper, her lips sealing around me like a vacuum. The suction was intense, her tongue pressing against the underside of my cock, her cheeks hollowing as she hollowed her throat for me.
And then—
The moment Kerry's mouth tightened around my cock, the pressure so intense it stole my breath, something primal unleashed inside me.
My hips jerked forward violently as the first brutal spurt of cum erupted from my cock, slamming into the back of her throat with enough force to make her entire body convulse.
Kerry's eyes watered instantly, her throat seizing as she tried to swallow, but I wasn't done—not even close.
"Aunt—! My pee—! Aaaaa It's coming—! Here, take it! I can't—can't hold it back—!" My voice cracked, raw and desperate, as another thick rope of cum pounded into her throat.
Kerry's eyes bulged, tears streaming down her temples as her throat struggled to keep up. Her fingers dug into my thighs, her nails biting into my skin, but she didn't pull away.
She took it—all of it—her throat fluttering, her lips sealed around my cock as cum leaked from her nostrils, dripped down her lips, her chin glistening with it.
"Mmmph—! Nnngh—! Ghhk—!"
Her muffled moans vibrated around my cock, her body trembling beneath me as I kept cumming—relentless, endless—like a flood of hot, sticky release. Her cheeks bulged, her throat working desperately, but I didn't stop.
Another spurt hit her throat, and she gagged, her nose flaring as cum leaked from her nostrils, dripping down her face. Her eyes rolled back slightly, her breath choked, but her lips stayed sealed around me, her tongue still working even as she struggled to breathe.
"Nnnghh—! C-Can't— Hkk—! Mmmph—!"
I groaned, my hips stuttering as I pumped another load into her, my balls emptying like they'd never stop. "Fuck—! Take it! All of it!.. aaaaaah...." My voice was a guttural growl, my fingers digging into her tits, my thumbs pressing her nipples hard enough to make her whimper.
Kerry's throat fluttered, her gagging turning into choked sobs, her body trembling as she took every drop. Her fingers clawed at my thighs, her nails biting into my skin, but she didn't pull away.
She took it—all of it—her throat milking me, her lips staying sealed around my cock even as cum leaked from her nose, dripped down her chin, painted her face.
And still, I kept cumming.
It was unlike anything I'd ever known—not with the most desirable women, not with the most practiced lovers. I'd never cum so much in my life. Then I considered my abilities—was it the Healing Factor? The Limit Breaker? Or was it simply the fact that Kerry drove me out of my fucking mind?
None of that mattered in the end. All that consumed me was the way her throat constricted around me, the way her lips clung to my cock, and the way her muffled moans sent waves of pleasure vibrating through me.
The last shudder of my cock faded as I slowly pulled back, my cock slipping from Kerry's swollen, well-used lips with a wet, obscene pop.
A thick, glistening string of cum stretched between her mouth and my tip before snapping, dripping down her chin in slow, lewd trails. The sight of her—lips parted, breath ragged, her tits rising and falling with each desperate gasp—sent a fresh, electric jolt through my cock.
Then—
My cock twitched. Violently.
A final, unexpected spurt of cum exploded from my tip, splattering across Kerry's face in thick, white ropes.
The first jet nailed her directly between the eyes, the next painting her cheeks, her lips, her nose—even a drip landing in her dark, tousled hair. She flinched, her entire body jerking in surprise as the warm, sticky mess covered her.
"Aaah—! Dexter—!" Kerry's voice was a choked gasp as the thick, white ropes splattered across her face, covering her nose, her eyes, her lips, her cheeks. She coughed, her hand flying up to wipe at her eyes, but it only smeared the cum further, her vision blurred by the sticky mess.
"W-What—? Aaah—! It's—it's in my eyes—! I can't." Her fingers trembled as she tried to clear her vision, her chest heaving, her tits glistening with the cum that had dripped down from her chin.
I watched, my cock throbbing as she struggled—her tongue darting out instinctively, licking the cum from her lips before she even realized what she was doing. Her thighs pressed together, her breath coming in ragged, needy gasps.
"S-Sorry, Aunt..." I murmured, my voice dripping with false innocence, though my grin was anything but. "I didn't mean to—uh—splash you like that..." My fingers twitched with the urge to touch her, to smear the cum further into her skin.
I pretended to be innocent, my voice trembling as I looked down at her. "Aunt... I'm really sorry..." I whimpered, my cock still twitching. "Did I hurt you? I didn't mean it... I don't know what happened to me... My hips—they started moving on their own..."
I glanced down at the cum dripping from her face, my voice falsely confused. "And this white pee—is this... what you called man's seed?"
Kerry coughed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. But even as she wiped the cum from her eyes, her tongue darted out, licking her lips—tasting me.
"It's okay, Dexter..." she murmured, her voice soft, her eyes gentle despite the filth covering her face. "I know it's not your fault..." She swallowed hard, her throat working as she cleared the last of my cum.
"And yes—this is man's seed..." Her fingers trembled as she wiped at her eyes again, her voice hushed. "But yours—it's so much..." She bit her lip, her expression thoughtful. "I guess your grandfather was right... A cock like yours—it could make a woman give birth to a strong child, with this much seed..."
She paused, her tongue swiping over her lips again, her voice curious—vulnerable. "So this—this is what man's seed tastes like..." Her cheeks flushed, her fingers twitching against her thighs. "It's... salty..." She frowned slightly, her voice hesitant.
"And the smell—it's strong... Like saltwater and fishy..." Her breath hitched, her thighs pressing together as she shifted beneath me.
"And I don't know—why is my pussy—" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Why is it itching like this? Am I... sick?"
I grinned internally, my cock twitching at the sight of her—confused, aroused, her face still painted with my cum.
The heavy, throbbing pulse of my cock finally began to ease, the iron-hard rigidity slowly melting under Kerry's watchful gaze. The veins that had once stood out like ridges of stone now softened, the angry red flush fading to a deeper, warmer hue as my cock twitched and settled against my thigh.
A final drip of cum oozed from the tip, sliding down the length in a slow, lewd trail before pooling on the stone beneath us. The sight was obscene—my cock, still glistening with Kerry's saliva and the remnants of my release, now limp and spent, resting against the dark curls at the base.
"Aunt... look." I gestured to my cock, now limp and resting against my thigh. "You really healed me... It's returning to normal."
Kerry's eyes locked onto it, her breath catching in her throat as she watched the transformation. A shuddering sigh escaped her, her shoulders sagging with what looked like genuine relief. "Really?!" Her voice was a breathy whisper, her fingers trembling as she reached out—almost touching me, as if she needed to confirm it for herself.
"Thank the ancestors—!" The words spilled out in a rush, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her tits heaving with each desperate breath. She pressed a hand to her heart, as if soothing the wild pounding inside, her dark eyes shining with something between gratitude and awe.
She licked her lips—still swollen from my cock, still tasting me—and her gaze flickered up to meet mine. "Your grandfather must be a great healer..." she murmured, her voice husky, her fingers unconsciously tracing the curve of her own breast, her hard nipple aching beneath her touch.
"To know all about this... that a woman's saliva can make your cock subdued..." Her breath hitched, her thighs pressing together just a little tighter, as if she was trying to ignore the heat building between them.
"And you must have worked so hard to learn from him..." There was a note of pride in her voice, a warmth in her eyes that made my chest tighten—not with guilt, but with dark satisfaction.
I nodded, letting my expression stay soft, innocent, even as my mind raced with filthy possibilities. The way she trusted me, the way she looked at me like I was something sacred—it made my spent cock twitch with the urge to harden again, just to ruin her all over.
But then my gaze dropped.
Her nipples—still erect, still aching, the dark, puckered peaks begging for my touch. The way they stood so firm, so needy, against the soft swell of her breasts. The way her thighs clenched, her breath shallow, her body tense with unfulfilled desire.
A slow, knowing smirk curled my lips.
It was time to play again.
"Aunt..." I murmured, my voice dripping with false concern as I reached out, my fingers hovering just above one of her throbbing nipples. The air between us crackled, the heat of her skin radiating against my palm before I even touched her.
"Your nipples..." My voice lowered, darkened, my thumb brushing over the hard peak—just lightly, just enough to make her gasp. "They're still erect..."
Kerry's fingers trembled as she stared down at her own body, her dark, calloused fingertips brushing against the swollen, aching peaks of her nipples.
They stood painfully erect, the deep brown buds tight and puckered, almost glossy with how hard they were—like two ripe berries begging to be plucked. A shiver ran through her as she prodded at them, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Why is it like this...?" Her voice was thick with confusion, her brows furrowing as she pinched one between her fingers, testing its firmness.
"It must be because your fingers rubbed them just now... that's why they're still so hard..." She rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, a soft, involuntary moan slipping from her lips.
The skin around them was flushed, sensitive—the areolas dark and puffy, swollen with blood, the texture rough beneath her touch.
I watched her, my voice soft with false concern, but my cock twitched at the sight of her touching herself—unaware of how lewd she looked. "Aunt... let me take a look..." I reached out, my palms hovering just above her chest, my fingers itching to claim them again. "To see it better... if I can help you, Aunt."
Kerry hesitated, her dark eyes flickering up to meet mine before dropping back down to her aching nipples. She nodded slightly, her trust in my "healing knowledge" making her vulnerable—obedient. "Yeah... take a look, Dexter..." Her voice was quiet, almost pleading.
"See if you can find a cure for it... otherwise, they'll stay hard like this all day..." She bit her lower lip, her fingers twitching at her sides like she was fighting the urge to touch them again.
I knew the real reason—she was horny, her body aching for release, her pussy dripping with need. I'd heard her whisper it, her voice trembling with frustration.
But I played along, my fingers gently cupping her tits, my thumbs rolling her nipples between them. They were so hard—almost painful to the touch, the tight buds pressing into my skin like pebbles.
I pinched them, just enough to make her gasp, and felt the way they pulsed beneath my fingers, swollen and sensitive.
"Aaaah—!" Kerry moaned, her back arching off the stone, her tits pushing further into my hands. The nipples stood out obscenely, dark and glossy, the areolas puffed and flushed with heat. I flicked one with my thumb, and she jerked, a whimper escaping her.
"Aunt, does it hurt?" I asked, my voice dripping with faux innocence as I pinched them again, my cock stirring at the way her breath hitched, at the way her thighs pressed together.
"N-No..." Kerry whispered, her voice thin with need, her fingers clawing into the stone beneath her. "But it feels... strange..." Her chest heaved, her nipples throbbing beneath my touch, begging for more.
I hummed, my thumbs circling the tight buds, my touch slow and deliberate. "Strange how, Aunt?" I murmured, my voice low, my fingers twisting her nipples just enough to make her whimper.
"Does it tingle? Does it burn?" I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear as I whispered, "Or does it ache... like something's missing?"
Kerry's entire body tensed, her lips parting as a soft, needy sound escaped her. "I... I don't know—!" Her voice was breathy, her body trembling beneath my touch. "It just... feels like... like itching when you pinch them—!"
I grinned internally, my fingers working her nipples with just the right pressure—enough to make her squirm, enough to make her ache for more. "Like this?"
I pinched them harder, my cock throbbing as she gasped, her back arching into my touch. Her nipples were so sensitive—every flick, every twist of my fingers made her jerk, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her skin flushing darker with every touch.
"Aaaah—! Don't—! Hmmm—! Aah, Dexter—!" Kerry's voice was a broken whimper, her fingers clawing into the stone beneath her. "When you pinch them... my pussy—! It itches—!" Her thighs pressed together, her hips twisting restlessly as if she could escape the ache building inside her.
Kerry's voice trembled, her dark eyes wide with a mix of confusion and something far more primitive—something hungry. "Am I really getting sick...?" She bit her lower lip, her breath hitching as another drop of arousal trickled down her thigh, her thighs pressing together as if she could hide the evidence of her desire.
"I can feel it... It's dripping water from there... making me feel strange—!" Her fingers twitched at her sides, her body betraying her with every shuddering breath. "Did your grandfather ever tell you anything about this...?"
I kept my expression innocent, my fingers still toying with her nipples, rolling the swollen buds between my thumbs and forefingers. The way her body responded—the way her back arched, the way her breath caught—told me everything.
"He might have mentioned something..." I murmured, my voice thoughtful, my touch light now, teasing. "But I'd have to check..." My thumbs brushed over the hard peaks, my touch just firm enough to make her whimper.
Then—
A female voice cut through the air from outside the hut.
"Mother! Mother—!"
"Kina—!" Kerry shrieked, her voice cracking with panic. Her fingers flew to cover herself, cheeks burning crimson as she frantically wiped at the cum streaked across her chest and face.
"Kina... is that you?" she called out, voice trembling.
The woman's voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and unrelenting.
"Mother, come quickly! It's time for food—everyone's already here!"
My pulse spiked as the name clicked in my mind—Kina. Kerry's daughter. The one she'd mentioned before, her voice soft with maternal pride.
The realization sent a jolt of dark excitement through me. The thought of her—of Kerry's daughter—waiting just outside, oblivious to what we'd been doing, made my cock twitch with renewed interest.
The moment Kina's voice cut through the air, Kerry's entire body stiffened like a deer caught in a hunter's sight.
She glanced at me, her dark eyes wide with desperation. "Let's go, Dexter..." she hissed, her voice strained. "It's time for food..."
I didn't want to leave it like this. "But, Aunt... your sickness..." I murmured, my fingers itching to keep touching her, to finish what I'd started.
Kerry shot me a warning look, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "You can take a look and help me cure it after we've eaten." She swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she wiped the last of the cum from her face. "And you must be hungry too, right?"
Before I could respond, she stood abruptly, snatching fresh leaves from a pile near the furs and pressing them over her nipples, securing them with quick, frantic movements. The leaves rustled as she adjusted them, her breath still uneven.
The cum clung to her skin—thick, sticky, obscene—dripping in slow, lewd trails down her chin, her cheeks, her throat. She grabbed a handful of dried leaves from the ground, her movements frantic, desperate.
The rough edges of the leaves scraped against her sensitive skin as she scrubbed at her face, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"K-Kina—! I'm coming!" she called out, her voice high-pitched with panic, but her eyes never left me. The leaves rustled in her grip as she pressed them against her skin, smearing the cum further before finally lifting most of it away.
But the scent of it—musky, salty, mine—still clung to her, and her fingers trembled as she realized she couldn't erase it completely.
Then, her gaze dropped to her thighs.
A slow, telling trickle of her own arousal glistened there, dripping down the inside of her legs. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, her cheeks flaming as she realized just how obvious it was.
She bit her lower lip, her fingers clenching around the leaves before she hesitated—then parted her legs just enough to reach down.
I watched, my cock twitching as she wiped at her thighs with the leaves, her movements slow, deliberate. The first swipe caught the thickest of the wetness, the leaf clinging to her skin for a moment before she pulled it away, her breath hitching as she saw the glistening proof of her arousal smeared across the green surface.
She swallowed hard, her thighs trembling as she pressed the leaf against her skin again, this time higher—closer to where the wetness originated.
"Nnngh—!" A soft, involuntary sound escaped her as the leaf brushed against her swollen lips, her fingers pausing for just a second before she pulled it away.
The leaf was damp now, sticky with her need, and she crushed it in her fist, her breath coming faster. She grabbed another leaf and repeated the motion, this time pressing harder, her thighs parting just a little more.
The sight of her—standing there, legs slightly spread, her fingers working between her thighs with those rough leaves—made my cock throb.
While Kerry was distracted, not paying attention to me, I reached into the System Storage and pulled out the Magical Tool.
With a thought, I converted it—green, leaf-like underwear that mimicked the tribe's style, with a skirt of layered leaves to blend in.
The way her breath stuttered every time the rough edge of the leaf brushed against her clit—just a flicker of contact, but enough to make her entire body jolt—sent a jolt of dark hunger straight to my cock. Her hips twitched, a tiny, involuntary roll, like she was trying to chase the sensation even as she pretended to clean herself.
The leaves rustled between her fingers, her thighs parted just enough to give her access, but not enough to reveal—not that it mattered. The image of her standing there, exposed in ways she didn't even realize, was enough to make my pulse pound in my ears.
Her nipples—still hard, still aching—pressed against the fresh leaves she'd just covered herself with, the tight buds visible through the gaps, dark and swollen with need.
The way the leaves clung to her skin, the way her chest heaved with every breath, the way her fingers trembled—it was maddening. I wanted to rip those leaves off. I wanted to shove her back down onto the furs and finish what I'd started. I wanted to watch her come undone beneath me, her body shuddering, her voice broken with pleasure.
But the worst—the most intoxicating—part of it all?
She didn't shy away.
She didn't flinch or hide or act like this was something shameful. She just... did it. Like it was normal. Like wiping my cum from her face and her own arousal from her thighs was just another task—another chore—before heading out to eat with her daughter waiting outside.
The audacity of it made my cock throb.
She finished quickly, snapping her legs shut with a finality that should have cooled the fire inside me. But it didn't. The soiled leaves dropped to the ground, sticky with her need, and the damage was done.
The air between us was thick—heavy with the scent of her, musky and sweet and fucking intoxicating. And the knowledge—the unspoken, filthy knowledge—that she was still aching for me, that her pussy was still dripping, that her nipples were still hard—it settled in my gut like a promise.
I wanted to jump on her.
I wanted to pin her down and lick every drop of her from her thighs, to suck those hard nipples until she screamed, to fuck her until she forgot her own name.
But Kerry?
She just stood there, composed—or as composed as she could be—her dark eyes flickering to mine for just a second before she turned toward the hut's entrance.
Kerry turned back to me, her expression composed but her cheeks still flushed. "Let's go," she said firmly, her voice low. "And don't tell anyone about wasting your seed... okay?"
I nodded, my gaze locked on the faint glistening trail still clinging to her inner thigh, my mind already racing with thoughts of how I'd finish what I'd started.
"I won't, Aunt," I murmured, my voice smooth, my grin hidden.
But as we stepped out into the sunlight, one thing was certain—
This wasn't over.
Not by a long shot.
This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
Kerry and I stepped outside, where a woman stood waiting—Kina, Kerry's daughter, I assumed. I followed Kerry's gaze and froze.
The woman who was standing outside—maybe in her early twenties, 24 at most. She had the same dark eyes as Kerry, the same full lips, the same strong features—but where Kerry was mature, this woman was fresh, her skin smooth and unmarked, her body slim but curved in all the right places. And fuck—her tits were just as big as her mother's, full and heavy, barely contained by the loose hide wrap she wore.
Kina's eyes flickered to me, her gaze curious—assessing. "Mom," she said, her voice light but impatient, "you're taking so much time..." Then her attention shifted fully to me, her dark eyes narrowing just slightly. "And who is this little brother?"
The way she said it—little brother—made something twist in my chest. Not because it was true, but because of the way her lips curled around the words, the way her eyes traced over me, lingering just a second too long on the bulge in my makeshift leaf-skirt.
"Kina, let me introduce this little brother to you..." Kerry gestured toward me, her hands still instinctively covering her bare tits, though her nipples remained hard and aching beneath her touch. "His name is Dexter. Your father found him in the forest..."
Kerry finished telling Kina my story—how I'd lost my family, how I'd come to the tribe, how her grandfather had taken me in. The way she spoke, her voice soft and careful, made it sound like I was some fragile thing, something to be protected.
Kina listened, her dark eyes never leaving me, her expression slowly shifting from curiosity to something warmer. Sympathy.
"Dexter," she said, stepping closer, her voice warm, almost gentle. "From now on, we're all your family." Her gaze flicked over me again, but this time, it wasn't the same appraising look from before. This was softer. Sisterly. "And you'll have a sister from now on." A small smile tugged at her lips. "If you need anything, tell your sister, okay?"
I nodded, my throat suddenly tight. "Yeah..." My voice came out rough, hoarse. "Thank you, sister."
"Okay... let's go." Kerry reached out, her fingers brushing against my arm—hesitant, but affectionate. "And Dexter, come—I'll introduce you to the others." Her lips curved into a small smile. "Kids your age, so you won't feel alone here."
I didn't hesitate.
I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a hug—tight, possessive. My lips brushed against her shoulder as I murmured, my voice muffled against her skin, "With my aunt here..." My hands slid down her back, my fingers pressing into the curve of her waist. "How can I feel alone? I'm just happy to be with my aunt."
Kerry stiffened for a second—her body tense, her breath hitching—before she melted into it, her fingers patting my back almost absentmindedly.
"You kid..." she chuckled, but her voice was soft, affectionate—unaware of the filthy thoughts racing through my mind. The way her body fit against mine, the way her breasts pressed into my chest, the way her heat radiated through the thin hide covering her—it made my cock twitch with dark anticipation.
Then she pulled back slightly, her dark eyes flickering toward Kina. "Kina, you take him there..." She hesitated, her fingers twitching at her sides. "I need to go and... take a piss..."
The words hit me like a spark.
Hearing Kerry say she was going to piss—something so mundane, so normal—sent a jolt of dark, filthy curiosity through me. I'd seen women squirt on my cock, seen them drip with arousal, seen them come until they were a mess—but I'd never seen one piss.
Never witnessed the raw, unfiltered act of a woman letting go like that—the vulnerability of her thighs parted, the sound of it, the scent of it, the way her body would tremble as she released.
My mind raced.
This wasn't just about pissing.
This was an opportunity.
An opportunity to see Kerry—completely exposed. To see her squat, her thighs spread, her pussy dripping—not with arousal this time, but with something raw, something real. The thought made my cock throb, my pulse pounding in my ears.
Fuck.
"Aunt..." I said, my voice casual, innocent—just eager enough to sound believable. "I also want to take a piss..." I shrugged, my eyes wide with faux confusion. "I don't know where to go... Can you take me with you?"
Kerry hesitated for only a second before nodding. "Okay. Come with me." She turned to Kina, her voice firm. "Kina, you go back. Dexter and I will meet you at the food."
Kina nodded, her dark eyes flickering between us before she turned and walked away. And fuck—that ass. The way it swung with each step, the way the hide clung to the curve of her hips, the way her thighs pressed together just enough to hint at the heat between them. I watched—transfixed—as she moved, the sunlight catching the sweat on her skin, the way her muscles flexed with every step.
Then Kerry's voice pulled me back.
"Dexter, let's go." She gestured for me to follow, her own voice tight—nervous, maybe, though she tried to hide it. "I'll show you the place..."
I followed, my gaze dropping to her ass as she walked ahead of me. The hide wrapped around her waist was damp in places, clinging to the swell of her hips, the curve of her thighs. And then I saw it—
A faint, glistening trail.
Dripping down the back of her thighs.
My grin turned dark, possessive.
That wasn't piss.
That was her—her pussy, still aching, still leaking from how badly I'd teased her. The juices trickled down her skin, shiny and thick, clinging to the dark hair between her legs before sliding down her thighs.
She shifted slightly, her legs pressing together as if she could hide it, but it only smeared it further, the wetness glistening in the sunlight.
She probably thought it was itching—some sickness, some strange reaction.
But I knew the truth.
She was wet. Desperate. And she had no idea how bad she wanted it.
We stepped out of the cluster of huts into a plain area covered in tall, swaying grass. The tribe's living space was behind us now, the open field stretching ahead—empty, private. No one else was around. They must've all gone to eat.
Kerry walked ahead, her steps confident, her bare feet pressing into the grass. I followed close behind, my gaze locked onto the sway of her hips—the way her ass shifted with each step, the way the hide clung to the curve of her thighs.
The dampness between her legs was obvious now, the glistening trail dripping down her skin, the scent of her—musky, sweet, intoxicating—filling the air between us.
"Dexter, you can piss here." She pointed to a patch of grass, her voice practical—maternal. "And remember—when you poop, dig a hole..." She mimed the motion with her hands, her fingers pressing into the earth. "And after you're done, fill the hole again with the dirt."
I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere.
Because Kerry was still standing there.
And if I played this right?
I was about to see everything.
The way her thighs would part. The way her pussy would glisten. The way she would let go—completely, unfiltered—right in front of me.
The thought made my cock throb, my pulse pounding in my ears.
"Aunt..." I asked, my voice curious—innocent. "How did you come up with this method? Covering your poop like that?"
Kerry sighed, her fingers combing through the tall grass as she remembered, her voice taking on a nostalgic, almost amused tone. The sunlight caught the sheen of sweat on her skin, the way her chest rose and fell with the memory, her nipples—still hard, still aching—pressing against the leaves covering them.
"It was decided by all the people..." she murmured, her dark eyes distant for a moment. "I remember when I was a kid..." Her lips twitched, a small, wry smile playing at the corners.
"I'd come here to take a piss..." She shuddered, her face scrunched in disgust. "Sometimes, my foot would squish—" She mimed the motion, her toes curling in the grass. "—right into someone else's poop."
Her expression twisted, her nose wrinkling like she could still smell it. "It was disgusting." She shuddered again, her fingers clenching into fists before relaxing.
"Made us all dirty. And it happened all the time—everyone stepping in it, tracking it back to the huts..." She exhaled sharply, her voice dry. "So after a lot of discussion—and a lot of complaining—" she chuckled, her eyes flickering to me—"we came up with this method."
She gestured to the ground, her voice practical now. "Dig a hole, do your business, cover it back up." Her fingers mimed the motions—digging, squatting, burying—her movements efficient, learned. "Keeps everything clean. Keeps the smell away." She nodded to herself, like she was proud of the solution.
I nodded, but my mind was already racing.
Because Kerry was still standing there.
And I was about to watch her unravel.
Kerry's voice was firm, but distracted, her fingers twitching at the edges of her leaf skirt as she spoke. "So Dexter, you must also follow these rules..." She didn't wait for an answer.
Instead, she shifted her weight, her bare feet pressing into the soft earth as she lowered herself down, the dried leaves of her skirt rustling around her thighs.
And then—
She lifted it.
My breath caught in my throat as her fingers hooked into the rough edges of her skirt, pulling it up—slowly, deliberately—revealing the dark, curly bush between her thighs.
It was thick, wild, untamed—a tangle of black curls that glistened with the sheen of her arousal, the musky scent of her filling the air between us.
Her bush—thick, black, wild—curled in dense, glossy rings around her pussy, the dark hair clinging to the damp pink flesh beneath. The scent of her hit me first—musky, earthy, intoxicating—the heat of her aching cunt filling the air between us.
Her lips were already parted, swollen from arousal, glistening with the juices that had been dripping down her thighs the whole walk here. And fuck—her clit, peeking out from its hood, engorged and throbbing, begging for touch.
Then—
Her fingers moved.
Two of them, spreading herself wide, stretching the flesh around her pussy like she was offering it to me. The pink of her cunt was obscene, wet, the inner lips puffy and slick with need. And then—
—the first hiss.
A thin, steady stream of piss escaped her, splattering into the grass beneath her with a soft, wet sound. The hissing noise it made—hot, uncontrolled, filthy—sent a jolt straight to my cock, making it twitch violently in my grip.
Kerry's thighs trembled, her muscles clenching as the stream grew stronger, thicker, splashing against the earth in obscene little bursts.
"Nnngh—!" A soft, involuntary moan slipped from her lips as she pushed, her stomach tightening, her breath hitching in her throat.
The sound of it—the hiss, the drip, the splash—was maddening, primitive, fucking perfect. Her pussy twitched with every spurt, her clit pulsing as the last of her arousal mixed with the piss, dripping down in thick, shiny streaks.
And then—
The way she milked herself dry.
Her fingers pressed against her pussy lips, squeezing them together like a man jerking the last drops from his cock.
A final, weak spurt escaped, dribbling down her thighs, but she wasn't done—her muscles flexed, her hips rolling slightly as she pushed, forcing out every last drop.
The last of her stream hissed into the grass, the sound fading into a soft drip—drip—drip—as the final droplets clung to her swollen lips. Kerry's fingers twitched, pressing against herself, milking out every last bit—just like a man would squeeze the base of his cock, forcing out those stubborn final drops that always seemed to linger.
But no matter how hard she tried—no matter how much she shifted her hips, no matter how tightly she squeezed—there was always one left.
Always.
A single, glistening drop, clinging to the edges of her pussy lips, hidden in the dark, curly folds of her bush—waiting.
Waiting to be found.
Waiting to be licked away.
The sight of her—spread, dripping, completely exposed—made my cock throb painfully. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, dripping down my shaft as I stared, transfixed.
The grass beneath her was soaked, glistening with the proof of her release, the scent of her piss mixing with the musky aroma of her arousal—fucking intoxicating.
When she was done, she glanced up at me—
—and froze.