The air in the hut was thick, suffocating, charged with the scent of sweat and damp earth. My breath hitched as I watched Kerry and Mitt adjust the flimsy leaves covering their bodies, the fabric clinging to the curves of their hips, the shadows between their thighs.
Kerry's fingers lingered at the edge of her covering, her movements slow, deliberate—as if she were teasing me even now. Her eyes flicked back to me, dark and knowing, her lips curling into that infuriating smile that never quite reached her gaze.
"Don't worry, Dexter," she murmured, her voice a slow pour of dark honey, rich and intoxicating. "Aunt Kerry will find you a beautiful girl. One who will follow you. One who will take care of that... problem of yours."
Her words struck me like a blade twisting deep in my gut. My cock, already painfully hard, throbbed in response, the weight of it heavy against my thigh.
Panic surged through me, hot and suffocating, but beneath it, something darker, something hungrier, coiled tight in my belly. They were actually going to do it. They were going to walk out there, to Ryan and Hina, and ask for a girl—just to sate my need, to quiet the relentless, throbbing ache between my legs.
It was shameless. Desperate. Humiliating.
And yet—
My mind screamed in protest, but my body betrayed me. The thought of some faceless girl, her thighs spreading for me, her wet heat welcoming what Kerry had denied—it was maddening.
I could already imagine it: the way her lips would part in a gasp as I pushed inside, the way her body would clench around me, milking me until I spilled deep within her. The fantasy sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock, making it twitch, the tip already slick with pre-cum.
I hated myself for it.
Hated that I was so hard I could cut glass. Hated that my body craved release even as my heart still ached for her.
Kerry and Mitt moved toward the hut's entrance, their bare feet silent against the packed earth. Kerry glanced back one last time, her smile now edged with something almost cruel. "We'll be back soon," she called, her tone light, almost cheerful. "Try to relax, Dexter. You'll have what you need before you know it."
The flap of the hut fell back into place behind them, plunging me into near-darkness. The only sounds left were my ragged breathing and the relentless, insistent throb of my cock—each pulse a reminder of what I'd lost, and what I was about to gain.
I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms hard enough to draw blood. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Kerry was supposed to be mine. Her body, her heat, her tight, dripping cunt—it was all I'd wanted since the moment I first saw her.
But she'd denied me. Again and again. And now, instead of giving me what I truly craved, she was out there, bargaining for some other woman to take her place.
The thought made my cock throb harder, the tip leaking, the cock so swollen it ached.
I realized then, with a bitter clarity, that Kerry would never give me her pussy. Not like this. Not when she still believed the tribe would despise me for it—that they'd see me as weak, as less, for taking an older woman. She'd rather send someone else to my bed than risk my reputation.
And the worst part?
She didn't even realize how badly she needed it.
I could picture her out there in the moonlight, her thighs pressed together, her cunt dripping with the same desperate need that had me on the edge of madness. She didn't understand that her own body was betraying her, that she needed a cock inside her just as much as I needed to be inside her.
But she'd never admit it.
The frustration burned through me, hot and relentless. This was the first time a woman I wanted—truly wanted—had pushed me away so completely. And the irony? My body didn't care. My cock didn't give a damn about pride or shame. It just wanted.
A rustle at the entrance.
Then, a voice—soft, hesitant. "Dexter... are you okay?"
I looked up.
Hina stood there, framed by the moonlight, Ryan and Mitt just behind her. The flap of the hut had been pulled aside completely, and the silver glow spilled inside, illuminating every inch of the space—including my cock.
I swallowed hard, sitting up from the stone bed, my voice rough. "Aunt Hina... I'm sorry to disturb you—"
Hina didn't wait for me to finish. She stepped inside, her movements graceful, her eyes locked onto the obvious bulge between my legs.
Kerry and the others followed, but it was Hina who took control. She settled beside me, her thigh pressing against mine, her warmth seeping through the thin barrier of leaves.
"I heard from Kerry that your cock..." she began, her fingers already reaching out, brushing against the swollen cock, "Is troubling you. That it wants a woman's pussy."
My breath hitched as she stroked my cock.
"Oh," she breathed.
Her fingers wrapped around my cock, and I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily. Hina's grip tightened, her touch more exploratory. She stroked me once, twice, her thumb brushing over the slick tip.
"It's so big," she murmured, almost to herself. "And so hot..."
Ryan and Mitt let out low, appreciative murmurs from where they stood.
"Yeah, Dexter," Ryan said, his voice rough with envy. "Bigger than any of us..."
I realized only now how bright it was inside—the door flap had been pulled away, letting them all see clearly.
Kerry's voice was softer, but there was an edge to it—something almost possessive. "I was surprised too, the first time I saw it."
I forced out the lie I'd prepared, my voice strained. "My grandfather gave me herbs... to make it stronger. So my cock could give birth to strong children."
Hina's fingers tightened around the base of my cock, her thumb swirling over the swollen head with deliberate slowness.
I could feel the heat of her palm, the way her breath hitched just slightly, like she was fighting something. Then—her hand stilled. A beat of silence. And when I dared to glance at her face, her eyes weren't on me anymore. They were locked onto Ryan.
Something dark flickered across her expression—disgust, maybe, or something worse. A kind of hollow, furious resignation. My pulse spiked. She hates him. Or at least, she hates what he isn't.
Ryan must've felt the weight of her stare because his shoulders tensed. He didn't look at her—not directly. Instead, his jaw clenched, his gaze sliding sideways like he couldn't bear to meet it.
The air in the hut turned thick, suffocating. I remembered then—Hina's children. Or the lack of them.
My mind raced. Was it Ryan? Erectile dysfunction? The thought sent a twisted thrill through me—imagining him failing, night after night, Hina's legs spread and waiting, only to be left aching, unsatisfied.
Or was it her? Some hidden barrenness, a cruelty of fate that had turned her bitterness inward, then outward, like a blade unsheathed?
I risked another look at her face. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her chest rising and falling just a little too fast. Kerry's words slithered back into my mind—"Hina gets irritated, angry..."—but it wasn't just anger.
Not just frustration. It was hunger. The kind that gnawed at you, that made you claw at your own skin when no one else would touch you right. The kind that turned love into something sharp and ugly.
And Ryan? He knew. Oh, he knew. The way he refused to look at her, the way his fingers twitched at his sides like he was fighting the urge to reach for her—or maybe to strike her.
There was a story there, one written in bruises and whispered apologies and nights spent turned away from each other, bodies stiff with resentment.
My cock throbbed under Hina's grip, her touch suddenly possessive, almost punishing. She wanted to hurt someone. And if it couldn't be Ryan—well. I was right here.
A drop of pre-cum welled at the tip, and she smeared it with her fingertip, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls.
"It's so different from Ryan's," she murmured, her voice a velvet whisper that slithered down my spine. Her fingertip traced the sensitive underside of my cock's head, slow and deliberate, like she was memorizing the shape of me.
A jolt of pleasure shot through my body, my hips jerking upward before I could stop them. "Aunt—!" The word tore out of me, half-protest, half-moan, but she didn't stop. She just watched—her dark eyes locked onto my cock like it was the answer to something she'd been starving for.
And then I saw it. The way her lips parted, just slightly, her tongue darting out to wet them. The way her throat worked, like she was already imagining how I'd feel sliding down it. My pulse roared in my ears. She wants to swallow me whole. The thought sent a dirty thrill through my veins, my cock twitching under her touch.
But it wasn't just hunger in her gaze. It was a calculation.
Was she thinking of taking advantage of me? Or was I just desperate enough to hope she was? The line between fantasy and reality blurred as her fingers tightened, her grip shifting from teasing to possessive.
My mind raced—would she force me? Pin me down, spread my legs, and ride me until I fill her with something Ryan never could?
The thought should've terrified me. But the way she looked at me—like I was prey, like I was hers—made my cock ache with need.
Hina's fingers traced the swollen ridge of my cock, her nail grazing the sensitive slit at the tip. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure straight through me, my hips jerking involuntarily.
"I'm sorry, Dexter," she murmured, though her voice carried no remorse—only curiosity, dark and hungry. "It's just... I've never seen one like this. The skin here—" she pressed her fingertip against the exposed crown, swirling it lightly, "—it's gone. Why?"
I swallowed hard, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensation of her touch was maddening, my cock throbbing painfully, the tip already slick with pre-cum. "I don't know," I managed, my voice rough. "It was burning this morning... like fire. And then I noticed the skin was gone. Aunt Kerry used her saliva to soothe the pain."
Hina's eyes flicked to Kerry, her brows furrowing slightly. "Did he bleed?"
Kerry shook her head, her gaze lingering on my cock as if she were remembering the way it had felt in her hands, in her mouth. "No. But he was in pain, so I checked. Dexter's a healer—he said saliva could help." A faint flush crept up her neck, betraying the memory. "So I... used mine. And it worked."
Hina's grip on my shaft tightened, her thumb pressing against the slick tip again, smearing the pre-cum in slow, deliberate circles. "Is it hurting like it was this morning?" she asked, her voice low, almost teasing. "If you want, Dexter, I can use my saliva to heal you..."
My cock twitched violently in her grip, another thick bead of pre-cum welling at the tip, glistening under the dim light. The image of Hina's lips parting, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head, sent a scorching wave of heat crashing through me, my balls tightening with the thought.
I could almost feel it—the wet heat of her mouth, the way her throat would clench around me, the way she'd take me deep and swallow every last drop.
But I didn't want her mouth.
I wanted her cunt.
I wanted to be buried inside her, to feel her walls milking me, to fill her with something Ryan never could.
So I forced out a lie, my voice rough with fake protest. "No, Aunt," I groaned, my hips jerking despite myself. "It's not hurting—it's just..." My cock throbbed in her hand, betraying me.
"Too hard. And it won't calm down." I let my voice drop, let the words come out like a confession. "I think... it needs a woman's pussy to ease itself. That's what my grandfather taught me."
Hina's lips parted, her breath hitching as she stroked me again, slower this time, her grip firm and knowing. "It's good you're a healer, Dexter," she murmured, her voice thick with something unspoken. "Otherwise, we'd have to ask other tribes for help."
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear, her body pressing against mine. The scent of her—earthy, musky, female—filled my senses. "Don't worry," she whispered, her fingers tightening around my shaft, her thumb swiping over the tip again, collecting the slick fluid.
"I'll find the most beautiful girl for you. Or..." Her grip shifted, her fingers sliding down to cup my balls, rolling them gently. "Is there someone in the tribe you like? Your status as a healer—and a hunter—means no woman would refuse you."
A broken groan tore from my throat as my hips rolled into Hina's touch, my cock aching for more—more pressure, more friction, more of her. But it wasn't just Hina's hand I wanted. It was everything.
The image of Ruth flashed behind my eyes—her long, silver-white hair spilling over pillows, those full, pouty lips parting in a gasp as I pushed inside her.
I could almost feel the way her body would move beneath mine, her thighs trembling as she spread them wider, her cunt slick and begging for me. The thought alone made my cock throb, a sharp, almost painful pulse of need.
And then—Ada.
Ruth's mother.
The thought slithered into my mind, dark and intoxicating. If I could take Ruth, make her mine, then why not Ada too? The older woman's body, still ripe, still hungry—had she ever been properly fucked?
Had she ever been stretched open by a cock that knew how to ruin her? The idea sent a filthy rush through me. I could deceive her. Seduce her. Make her crave me the way her daughter would.
I could have both.
The thought was intoxicating.
My cock jerked in Hina's grip, leaking another thick bead of pre-cum, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I could almost taste it—the way Ruth would whimper as I filled her, the way Ada's nails would dig into my back as she came undone.
Kerry stepped forward, her voice cutting through the haze of pleasure like a blade. "Hina, I think Ruth would be best for Dexter," she said, her tone firm, almost possessive.
"She's a little older than he, but she can take care of him. And after her father died while protecting the tribe..." She paused, her eyes flicking to me, then back to Hina.
"We've struggled to justify giving them food in winter. But if Ruth follows Dexter, we can provide for Ada and her without breaking the rules. It's what we owe them."
Ryan nodded in agreement, his voice gruff with approval. "It's the best solution. Ruth's father gave his life for the tribe. We can't take care of his family otherwise—not without breaking the hierarchy. But if they follow Dexter, we can ensure they're fed. It's what we owe them."
Hina's fingers still hadn't left my cock. She gave me one last, slow stroke, her thumb pressing against the slick tip, sending another jolt of pleasure through me.
"Then it's settled," she said, her voice husky, her breath warm against my skin. "Ruth will be yours, Dexter. And she'll take very good care of you."
I should have been excited. The thought of having Ruth—beautiful, kind Ruth—to myself should have been enough. She was no less stunning than those stars from Hollywood, with her full lips and curves that made my mouth water.
But as I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself pretending to be kind, my voice barely steady. "Aunt Hina... I don't want to force Sister Ruth..."
Kerry's eyes sharpened, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "So you do like Ruth..."
She chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Dexter, do you know... even if your Sister Ruth wanted to follow someone, no one would accept her?"
I shook my head, my cock throbbing in Hina's grip.
Kerry's voice dropped, her tone almost conspiratorial. "Because if Ruth follows a man, that man has to take care of Ruth and Ada. Feed two mouths in winter, which is difficult for anyone of any status, even as a hunter. And if someone had a kid..."
She trailed off, her meaning clear. "We'd have to share our food with the kid, with only two people's rations. No one wants that burden."
She stepped closer, her gaze locking onto mine. "So your sister Ruth will be happy when she knows you want her as your woman. And I think Ruth..." Her voice softened, almost affectionate. "She is a beautiful girl. And she's kind. She'll take care of your kids."
The image of Ruth flashed in my mind again—her white-streaked hair, her soft hands, the way she moved with quiet grace. And then Ada, her mother, her body still full and warm, her eyes wise with age and experience. The thought of both of them—mother and daughter—under my care, under my body, made my cock twitch violently in Hina's hand.
Hina's voice pulled me back to the present. "Dexter, Ryan, and I will go talk to Ruth and Ada. They'll be happy..." She paused, her fingers giving my cock one last, lingering stroke. "Especially Ada, knowing someone is actually willing to be with Ruth."
She stood, her leaves shifting slightly, and for a moment, I caught a glimpse of her thighs, the shadow between them, the hint of dampness that made my throat go dry. Then she was gone, the flap of the hut falling back into place, leaving me alone in the darkness.
My cock still throbbed, aching and heavy, my body burning with need. My mind was consumed with the image of Ruth—her thighs spread wide, her cunt glistening and wet, taking every inch of me until neither of us could think straight.
But as the moonlight faded and the silence settled around me, one thought burned brighter than the rest:
It wouldn't be her.
And that made me want to fuck Ruth harder.
The moment Hina, Ryan, and Mitt stepped out of the hut, the air between Kerry and me grew thick with something unspoken—something raw and hungry.
Kerry lingered, her eyes locked onto my cock, still swollen and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. She bit her lower lip, her breath coming faster, as if she were fighting an internal battle.
Then, in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, she spoke.
"Dexter..." Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, and my cock jerked in response. "Are you sure your cock isn't hurting? It looks just like it did this morning... so swollen... so angry..." Her gaze flicked up to mine, dark and hungry, before dropping back down to where my cock pulsed, the tip already slick with pre-cum. "Should I use my saliva... and see if it helps?"
I didn't answer. I didn't need to.
Kerry sank to her knees in front of me, the movement slow, deliberate, like she was savoring every second. The leaves covering her body shifted, parting just enough to give me a glimpse of the soft flesh of her thighs, the shadowed heat between them.
My breath hitched as she reached for me, her fingers wrapping around my cock, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls.
"Aunt—" I started, but the words died in my throat as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of my cock.
Then she spat.
A thick, warm stream of saliva hit the swollen head, dripping down the cock, and I groaned as she began to rub it in with her palm, her fingers working in slow, torturous circles. The slickness of her spit made my cock twitch violently, pre-cum beading at the tip, mixing with her saliva.
"Fuck," I hissed, my hips jerking upward, my cock throbbing in her grip.
Kerry's breath hitched, her fingers tightening around me. "Does that feel better, Dexter?" she murmured, her voice thick with something that wasn't just concern.
"No," I groaned, my voice rough with need. "It's not enough. Only a pussy can calm it down, Aunt. Your pussy."
Kerry's fingers stilled, her breath catching. "Dexter," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You're going to have Ruth as your woman soon. Then you won't need to ask Aunt anymore."
I shook my head, my cock throbbing in her grip, the ache almost unbearable. "But I want you first, Aunt," I insisted, my voice raw with desperation. I let my gaze lock onto hers, wide and pleading, like I was begging for something more than just her body.
"You're the best person to me after my mother and father..." The words spilled out, smooth and practiced, my voice trembling just enough to sound real.
"Even though I've only known you today, I can feel your kindness... your care." I let my lower lip quiver, just slightly, like I was fighting back something fragile. "You're the only one who's ever understood me like this."
My fingers brushed against her cheek, my thumb tracing her lower lip. "I want you to be the first to take my cock in your pussy. To make my meeting with you special."
Kerry's breath hitched, her body trembling. For a moment, she just stared at me, her grip on my cock tightening almost painfully. Then, with a soft, broken sound, she pulled me into a sudden, crushing hug, her body pressing against mine, her breasts warm and heavy against my chest.
"You silly, silly boy..." she murmured against my shoulder, her voice muffled, her breath hot against my skin. "Your Aunt is old... and a dirty woman... And you're going to have a beautiful girl like Ruth. Yet you're still thinking about your Aunt's pussy..."
I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, my voice a raw, pleading whisper. "Aunt... I need to put it inside you first. Just once. Before I put it in any other woman." My hand slid down, my fingers brushing against the damp heat between her thighs. "Please, Aunt. Let me make you feel good, too."
Kerry's breath came in sharp gasps, her body arching into my touch. "No..." she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction, her hips shifting slightly, as if she were trying to press closer to my fingers. "How can you be tainted with a dirty woman like me? I cannot accept it..."
"Aunt, please," I begged, my cock throbbing painfully in her hand. "I'll just put it in once and pull it out. No one has to know. Just once, Aunt. Let me feel you."
I could see the moment she wavered—the way her eyes darkened, her lips parting slightly, her body leaning into mine. She was close. So close to giving in. My cock pulsed in her grip, as if it could sense her hesitation, her need.
"Dexter..." she breathed, her voice barely audible.
Then—
Voices.
The sound of footsteps crunching on the dry earth outside, the rustle of leaves being pushed aside. Kerry's body went rigid, her eyes widening in alarm. She barely had time to pull away before the flap of the hut was drawn back, and Hina, Ryan, and Mitt stepped inside, their laughter already spilling into the space.
Hina's eyes landed on me first, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Dexter..." she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "I've already talked with Ada and Ruth. They've agreed."
She let out a low, throaty chuckle, and Mitt and Ryan joined in, their laughter filling the hut. "They were a bit surprised, didn't want to put a burden on you... But I convinced them."
Her smirk deepened as she glanced at Kerry, who was still kneeling in front of me, her cheeks flushed, her breath uneven. "Now you don't have to trouble your Aunt Kerry. Just trouble your woman, Ruth, with that big cock of yours."
Kerry stood abruptly, her movements jerky, her hands fumbling with the leaves covering her body. "Dexter, quickly," she urged, her voice tight with frustration. "Wear your clothes. I'll take you to meet Ruth."
Hina crossed her arms, her smirk never fading. "But Dexter, is it okay for you to live with Ruth and Ada in their hut? If you want, we can make a hut for you in the morning."
I shook my head immediately, my cock still throbbing, still aching for release. "No. How can I disappoint Sister Ruth by separating her from her mother? With no one to take care of Aunt Ada?"
Kerry's eyes softened, pride shining in her gaze as she looked at me. "Our Dexter is such a kind boy..." she murmured, her voice warm, her hand resting on my shoulder. "He's already thinking of his woman..."
But as she turned away, I caught the way her fingers trembled, the way her breath still came too fast. And I knew—she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
And that knowledge made my cock throb harder.
The air inside the hut was thick with the scent of our desire—my sweat, Kerry's musk, the salty tang of pre-cum that clung to the air like a promise. My cock still throbbed, the tip swollen and slick, pressing painfully against the flimsy leaves covering me.
Kerry suddenly bent down, her movements slow and deliberate, her fingers brushing against my thigh as she picked up the leaf skirt from the floor.
She didn't just hand it to me—she helped me tie it, her hands lingering on my waist, her thumbs tracing the ridges of my hips as if she were memorizing every inch of my skin.
"Here," she murmured, her voice low and rough, her breath warm against my stomach. "Let's go, Dexter." Her fingers tightened slightly on the knot of the skirt, pulling me just a little closer, her body pressing against mine for a fleeting second.
"And don't be nervous." Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and heavy with something that wasn't just concern. "It is my duty... to help you with your first night with Ruth."
My stomach twisted at her words. Wait—what does she mean? How is she going to help me with Ruth?
Before I could ask, Hina let out a low, knowing chuckle, her smirk deepening as she watched Kerry's hands adjust the leaves around my hips.
"Dexter," she said, her voice dripping with amusement, "maybe you don't know... but in our tribe, the day a man has a woman who follows him, it's the man's mother—or in your case, your aunt—who guides him properly." Her eyes gleamed with mischief, her gaze flicking down to the obvious bulge beneath my skirt. "So he won't waste his seed in a hurry... or hurt the girl."
My cock jerked violently, the tip already leaking again at the thought. Kerry's fingers stilled against my waist, her breath hitching just slightly before she forced her voice to stay steady.
"Dexter, don't be sad," she said, her tone soft but thick with something darker, something hungrier. "I, your aunt, will guide you well." Her thumb pressed against the fabric of the skirt, right where the head of my cock strained against it, and I bit back a groan.
Her words sent a jolt of white-hot lust straight to my cock, the cock thickening painfully, pressing against the flimsy leaves.
I could already imagine it—Kerry's hands on me, her voice in my ear, guiding me as I buried myself inside Ruth for the first time. Would she touch me? Would she show me how to please her? Would she—?
I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears, my cock aching with the need for release. "Aunt—" I started, my voice rough.
"Shh." Kerry pressed a finger to my lips, her eyes dark with promise. "Let's go, Dexter. Ruth and Ada must be waiting for us." Her hand slid down, her fingers brushing against the head of my cock one last time before she pulled away. "And don't worry... I'll make sure your first time is perfect."
As we walked through the village, the night air cool against my heated skin, Kerry's words echoed in my mind, each one sending another jolt of lust straight to my cock.
The realization settled over me like a fever—hot, heavy, and intoxicating. There was no ritual. No marriage. No vows exchanged under the watchful eyes of the tribe. Just selection—raw, primal, and unapologetic.
A woman to breed. A family to build. A body to claim as my own. And Kerry—my aunt—would be there the whole time, her hands on my skin, her voice a dark whisper in my ear, her guidance ensuring I didn't falter. Ensuring I didn't fail.
The thought sent a fresh surge of blood rushing to my cock, the tip already slick with anticipation, the cock throbbing painfully beneath the leaf skirt. I could feel the dampness of my own arousal, the way my body betrayed just how badly I wanted this—how badly I wanted her.
Kerry's voice cut through my thoughts, soft but laced with something raw. "Dexter... don't forget about Aunt when you have your woman." Her fingers brushed against mine, her touch fleeting but charged. "I didn't expect this day would come so soon."
I turned to her, my voice rough with need. "Aunt... I won't forget you."
Her hand found mine again, her fingers intertwining with mine for just a second before pulling away. The loss of her touch sent a jolt through me, my cock twitching in response. "Don't worry," she murmured, her voice thick with something unspoken. "I'll take care of you... and Ruth."
Her words only stoked the fire burning inside me. I wasn't just excited. I was starving—for Ruth, for Kerry, for the promise of what was to come.
As we approached Ruth and Ada's hut, my heart hammered against my ribs, my cock throbbing with every step. Kerry's words had set my mind ablaze, each syllable a promise of what was to come.
I could already see it—Ruth beneath me, her body arching as I pushed inside her, her breath hitching as I filled her completely. And Kerry would be there, her hands on my skin, her voice guiding me, her presence ensuring I claimed Ruth the way a man should.
I realized Ruth's hut was the same place where we'd all gathered for dinner earlier—the heart of the tribe's evening warmth. The fire, still burning strong, sat directly between her hut and the one facing it, its flames licking the air as they roasted the last remnants of meat.
The glow was intense, casting a golden halo over the clearing, and I noticed fresh logs had just been added to the embers, ensuring the fire would last deep into the night.
"Don't be nervous, Dexter," Kerry murmured, her voice low and husky as we stopped just outside the hut. Her fingers brushed against my arm, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. "I'll be with you every step of the way." Her breath was warm against my ear, her words a dark caress.
I swallowed hard, my throat tight with desire, my cock aching with the need for release. "I trust you, Aunt," I managed, my voice rough with need.
Kerry's lips curled into a smile, her eyes dark with promise. "Good boy," she whispered, her hand brushing against mine one last time, her fingers lingering just long enough to send another jolt of lust through me. Then, with a final, knowing look, she pushed the flap of the hut aside, the dim light from inside spilling out to greet us.
"Now," she murmured, her voice a dark purr, "let's go make Ruth yours."
The flap of the hut rustled as Kerry stepped inside, her hips swaying just enough to draw my eyes to the curve of her ass beneath the thin leaf wrap. My cock, already half-hard from the anticipation, twitched as I followed her in.
"Sister Ada..." Kerry called, her voice warm but carrying that edge of command she used when she wanted something.
And then she stepped into view.
Ada.
Fuck.
Her wrap was tied loosely, the fabric clinging to her heavy tits, the deep cleavage practically begging for my hands, my mouth. The firelight made her skin glow, highlighting the way her hips still had that swing, that weight of a woman who knew what she was doing. She wasn't young like Ruth, but she was experienced. And that made her dangerous.
Kerry, you're here."
Ada's voice wrapped around the words like silk—smooth, rich, the kind of tone that didn't just travel through the air but vibrated in a man's bones.
My spine prickled, heat pooling low in my gut before I even turned to face her. Then her gaze slid past Kerry, landing on me, and for one breath—just one—her dark eyes flared.
Not with surprise. Not with curiosity. With something raw and hungry, something that made my pulse stutter. Then, like a curtain falling, she masked it with a smile—warm, welcoming, knowing.
"And Dexter," she murmured, my name rolling off her tongue like an invitation. "Come in."
I obeyed.
The moment I stepped inside, the air changed. Thicker. Warmer. The scent of burning herbs and something sweeter—like crushed berries and warm skin—filled my lungs.
My pulse quickened, my fingers flexing at my sides. The hut's flap fell closed behind me, but the darkness I expected never came. Instead, the firelight flooded the space, golden and alive, casting long shadows that clung to the walls like lovers.
And then I saw her.
Ruth stood near the hearth, her hands clasped in front of her, fingers laced together as if to keep from reaching out. Her white hair spilled over her shoulders in soft, silver waves, catching the firelight until it seemed to shimmer.
The light painted her skin in amber, highlighting the curve of her cheekbones, the fullness of her lips—parted just enough to suggest a held breath, a waiting. Her chest rose and fell, slow and deliberate, as if she were savoring the anticipation.
As if she'd been waiting for me.
Ada's voice cut through the haze of my thoughts, smooth as aged whiskey but carrying the weight of a command. "Dexter." She stepped closer, her presence a warm pressure at my back. "Thank you... for accepting my daughter."
I forced my face into an expression of sincere gratitude, my voice smooth, kind. "Aunt Ada, it's my blessing that Sister Ruth is going to be my woman."
Ruth's cheeks flushed, her fingers twisting together nervously. She was shy—innocent in a way that made my cock ache. But I could see it in her eyes—the flicker of curiosity, the way her breath hitched when she looked at me. She wanted this. She wanted me.
And I was going to take everything.
Ada's voice cut through my thoughts, hesitant but firm. "Dexter... I don't want to be a burden to both of you. So I think it's best that I move to a new hut."
Oh no, you don't.
I wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away. Two women under one roof? A mature woman like Ada, with a body made for sin, and a young, tight little thing like Ruth? No fucking way was I letting Ada leave.
I stepped forward, my voice firm but gentle, the picture of a good, honorable man. "No, Aunt Ada." I shook my head, letting my hand rest on Ruth's shoulder—possessive, but not too possessive.
"You are Ruth's mother. And you will never be a burden." I glanced at Kerry, who gave me a subtle, approving nod. Good boy, her eyes seemed to say. "Aunt Hina told me that as a healer—and as a hunter—I can get enough rations in winter for all of us. We'll have more than enough to live comfortably."
Ada hesitated, her fingers worrying at the edge of her wrap. "But—"
Kerry stepped in smoothly, her voice soft but final. "Sister Ada, listen to the children." Her hand rested on Ada's arm, her touch reassuring—but there was an edge to it, a command. "Or do you want Ruth to be sad?"
Ruth's eyes widened, her lips trembling as she stepped closer to me. "Dexter... thank you." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her fingers brushing against my arm—timid, submissive. "I promise to take care of you... and serve you well... and never create any problems for you."
I looked down at her, my cock throbbing at the way she was already submitting to me. But my gaze flicked back to Ada, who was watching us with a mix of relief and something else—something warmer, something hungrier.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
I reached out, my hand cupping Ruth's cheek—gentle, loving—before turning to Ada. "Aunt Ada," I said, my voice low, sincere, "we're family now. And family stays together."
Kerry's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile beside me, her dark eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than approval. Good boy, that smirk seemed to say. Now let's see what you're really made of.
And I would show her.
Because tonight wasn't just about Ruth.
Tonight, I was staking a claim—not just on one woman, but on both of them. The thought sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock, my pulse thrumming in my ears. The air in the hut felt heavier, charged with the kind of electricity that comes before a storm.
Kerry's voice cut through the silence, smooth and deliberate. She turned her gaze to Ruth, her tone dropping into something darker, richer. "Ruth... let me help you?"
Ruth's breath hitched—just slightly—but I caught it. Her fingers twitched at her sides before she nodded, her voice soft but steady. "Hmm."
Ada exhaled, the sound almost a laugh, though there was no humor in it. "I'll be waiting outside." She turned toward the flap of the hut, her movements graceful, unhurried.
But something in me rebelled at the idea of her leaving. The thought of her out there, alone, while Kerry and Ruth had me to themselves—it felt wrong.
Not because she didn't belong, but because I wanted her here. Wanted to see the way her breath would quicken, the way her eyes would darken when she realized she wasn't just an observer.
I wasn't thinking—just reacting. "Aunt... Ada." My voice came out rougher than I intended. "If you want... You can stay."
Ada froze mid-step, her back stiffening. When she turned, her expression was unreadable, but her eyes flickered with something sharp—surprise? Amusement?
"Is that okay, Dexter?" Her voice was light, but there was an edge to it, something testing. "I think it's best I don't ruin your special night. An old woman like me... I'd only be a disturbance." She glanced at Kerry, then back at me, her lips quirking just slightly. "Kerry is already here. That's enough."
Confusion coiled in my chest. What the hell did that mean?
Kerry must've seen it in my face because she stepped closer, her body brushing against mine as she leaned in. Her breath was warm against my ear, her voice a whisper meant only for me. "Dexter..." She hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully.
"I don't know why you're different from other men. Most of them... they hate old women. Dirty women." Her fingers trailed lightly down my arm, sending a shiver through me.
They don't want other women around when he's with someone young... someone pure." Kina's voice was soft, almost a caress, as she leaned in. "Only his mother will be there—no one else. Just her, to take care of her son... and his woman. To make sure everything is perfect for that special night."
"Because they won't feel repulsed by their mother, no matter what she does. That's why it's her duty—to guide him, to prepare him for what's to come."
She pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting mine. Her eyes were dark, filled with something I couldn't quite place—something that made my pulse quicken.
"I've also heard men don't get their cock hard... not when they're near dirty women." Her fingers brushed against my skin, sending a shiver through me.
I stared at her, my mind racing. That's what they think? Was that Ada unwanted? That her presence would ruin this?
The idea made my blood boil.
Because I didn't give a damn about being clean, I didn't care about being pure.
I wanted Ada's hands on me just as much as I wanted Ruth's. Wanted to hear the sounds she'd make when she stopped pretending she was just a spectator.
The air in the room was thick with something unspoken—something raw and electric. The rules they followed didn't apply to me. And if that made me different? Then I'd wear it like a second skin.
I let my gaze drift to Ada, her presence a quiet storm in the corner of the room. There was no hesitation in my voice, no room for doubt.
"Aunt Ada," I began, the words deliberate, weighted. My fingers twitched at my side, remembering the way Kerry's body had responded to my touch earlier—how her breath hitched when I was near. " You should stay too. So Sister Ruth won't feel..." I let my voice trail off, a ghost of a smile tugging at my lips, "...lonely."
Kerry's laughter was a dark, velvety sound, her body shifting closer to mine as if drawn by an invisible thread. She knew. Of course, she knew.
She'd spent the entire night feeling the proof of my desire pressing against her, hard and relentless, no matter who was in the room or what sins they carried. Her fingers slid up my arm, possessive and slow, as she turned her attention to Ada.
"Sister Ada," she purred, her voice dripping with suggestion, "My Dexter... he's not like other men. He's a healer." Her touch lingered, her nails grazing my skin just enough to make my breath catch.
Ada's eyes flicked between Kerry and me, her expression unreadable for a long moment. There was a tension in her shoulders, a hesitation that wasn't quite resistance.
The air between us crackled, charged with something that felt dangerously close to surrender. Finally, she exhaled, a slow, measured breath, and gave a single, deliberate nod. "If that's what you want..." Her voice was softer now, almost a whisper, but there was a new warmth in her gaze—something that hadn't been there before.
Ruth's voice sliced through the thick silence, sharp and laced with challenge. "You're still calling me 'sister'?" She stepped closer, her body brushing against mine as she tilted her head, her eyes locking onto me with a heat that made my pulse spike. There was no innocence in her gaze, no pretense. Just raw, unfiltered desire.
The air between us was thick with anticipation, electric with the kind of tension that made every breath feel like a spark. I didn't waste words on Ruth.
Instead, I closed the distance between us in two long, predatory strides, my hand finding the soft dip of her waist and pulling her against me.
The moment our bodies collided, a jolt of heat shot through us both. Her breath hitched, her fingers clutching at my shoulders as my lips hovered just above hers, close enough to taste the sweetness of her exhale.
"Ruth," I growled, her name rolling off my tongue like a vow, a warning, a promise of what was to come.
Kerry's voice sliced through the tension, smooth and deliberate. "Ruth, darling, let me help you."
Ruth's dark eyes flickered with a mix of nervousness and desire, but she nodded, her lips parting slightly as Kerry's fingers began their slow, teasing descent. Kerry started with the leaves barely covering Ruth's nipples, plucking them away one by one.
The cool air hit Ruth's exposed skin, and her nipples tightened instantly—small, perfect buds, flushed a deep, inviting pink. They stood erect, begging for attention, the areolas puckered and sensitive. Ruth let out a soft, needy whimper, her back arching slightly as if offering herself up for more.
My cock throbbed painfully in response, straining against my skirt as I watched Kerry's hands slide lower. With agonizing slowness, she dragged Ruth's skirt down her thighs, the leaves' skirt pooling at her feet.
Ruth stood before us completely bare, her body a masterpiece of soft curves and creamy skin. My gaze raked over her, drinking in every detail—the gentle swell of her hips, the delicate tremor in her thighs, the way her breath came in shallow, desperate gasps.
But it was the sight between her legs that made my pulse roar in my ears. A soft nest of white curls, fine and silken, framed her pussy. The lips were tight and sealed, glistening slightly with arousal, the delicate pink flesh peeking through like a secret waiting to be uncovered. The scent of her—musky, sweet, intoxicating—filled my senses, and I had to clench my jaw to keep from groaning aloud.
Kerry guided Ruth onto the stone bed, her body sprawling across the cool surface. The contrast of her warm, flushed skin against the hard stone made her look even more tempting, more edible.
Ruth's thighs fell open slightly, an unconscious invitation, and I could see the faintest hint of moisture gathering between her folds. My cock ached, desperate to be inside her, to feel that heat enveloping me.
Kerry turned to me, her voice a dark purr. "Dexter. It's your turn."
I didn't resist as Kerry's fingers worked at the fastenings of my skirt, the skirt falling away to reveal my cock, already thick and throbbing in the open air.
The moment it sprang free, Ada let out a sharp, surprised gasp. Ruth's eyes locked onto me, her lips parting in shock, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Oh my god," Ada breathed, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and curiosity. "Dexter—what is that?"
Kerry's fingers wrapped around my throbbing shaft, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. She pulled back the foreskin with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing the swollen, angry-red head of my cock.
Ada gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she stumbled a step closer, her eyes locked onto me with a mix of shock and fascination. "Gods... it's—it's huge," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I've never seen anything so... so thick before."
Ruth's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared at my cock, her lips parted in awe. "It's beautiful," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her thighs pressed together, as if trying to ease the ache building between them. "So long... so hard..."
Kerry's lips curled into a wicked smile as she stroked me, her thumb circling the thick vein pulsing along my length. "His grandfather gave him special herbs," she purred, her voice dripping with pride.
"Those herbs made his cock like this— strong, potent—capable of breeding the strongest children." She tightened her grip just enough to make me groan, my hips jerking forward instinctively.
Kerry turned her gaze to me, her eyes dark with lust. "Dexter... come here. Let me help you."
My Pervert Eyes flicked on, sweeping the room with a predatory focus. Kerry was the first to catch my attention—her body now marked with only three glowing dots.
Two flickered faintly under her armpits, each worth a measly 50 points
, but the real prize was the third: her exposed asshole, pulsing with a tantalizing 500-point value.
My earlier theory was confirmed: the system had doubled her points because Mitt was nearby, rewarding me extra for fucking his woman in front of him.
But the dots on her tits, navel, pussy, and lips—the ones I'd already claimed—were gone.
That meant once I took points from a woman, they wouldn't refresh... no matter what.
I shifted my focus to Ruth, and my eyes widened. Her points had doubled—800 for her pussy, 100 for her navel—just like Kerry's had. The system was rewriting the rules right in front of me, and I wasn't complaining.
Then I turned to Ada, and my breath hitched. Fuck. Her points had surged too. This wasn't a glitch. It was a pattern—one I intended to exploit.
But neither of them had a man. Ada's husband was dead, and Ruth's man was me.
The pieces fell into place with a rush of dark, intoxicating clarity. The points weren't tied to their men—they were tied to the women themselves. That's why Ada and Ruth, mother and daughter, had their points doubled.
The system wasn't just rewarding me for fucking women in front of their partners—it was rewarding me for deflowering them in front of the people they were closest to. Their mothers. Their daughters. Their sisters. Their blood.
A slow, predatory smile curled my lips as the implications sank in. If I fucked them in front of their loved ones—the people they trusted most, the ones who were supposed to protect them—the points would be even greater. The system wasn't just about corruption. It was about betrayal.
Kerry took my hand and guided me between Ruth's spread legs. She hooked Ruth's knees, pushing them apart until her tight, glistening pussy was fully exposed. Ruth moaned softly, "Hmm..." as the cool air hit her wet folds.
Kerry wrapped her fingers around my cock, guiding it to Ruth's entrance. The head pressed against her sealed lips, and Ruth's breath hitched. "Mother... It's so hot..." she whimpered, her hips twitching as if trying to take me in already.
I earned 800 points just from the contact, the system rewarding me for the first touch.
Ruth turned her head to look at Ada, her mother, who was staring at my cock with wide, hungry eyes. "It's... okay, Ruth," Ada murmured, her voice trembling, but her gaze never leaving my throbbing cock.
Kerry's voice was low, instructive. "Dexter... now you have to push your cock inside her. But remember— slow."
My mind spun. If I actually got Ruth pregnant—no. I wasn't ready to be a father, not in this primitive world. And there was no way I could pull out a condom in front of Kerry, Ada, and Ruth without causing a scene.
Then I remembered—Limit Breaker. The ability lets me control my body on a cellular level. I took a deep breath, focusing inward, and rendered myself impotent. No matter how much I came, I wouldn't knock her up.
Kerry's voice snapped me back to the moment. "Dexter? What's going on? Are you getting nervous?" she teased, her fingers still wrapped around my cock.
I blinked, refocusing on Ruth, who was sprawled beneath me, her legs spread wide, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as she tried to open herself even further for me. Her chest heaved with every ragged breath, her nipples hard and flushed, her pussy glistening with arousal. The sight of her—so eager, so desperate—sent a fresh surge of heat straight to my cock.
I turned my gaze to Ada, my voice smooth but laced with command. "Aunt Ada... why don't you help Ruth hold her legs? So she doesn't get tired."
Kerry let out a low, throaty chuckle, her amusement making her full tits jiggle enticingly. "See, Sister Ada?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Dexter's already thinking of his woman... making sure she's comfortable while he claims her."
Ada's breath hitched, her gaze flickering between Ruth's spread legs and my throbbing cock. A soft, almost wistful smile touched her lips. "My Ruth is blessed..." she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "To have a man who dotes on her like that..."
I wanted an excuse to feel Ada's body—accidentally, of course. And even if I didn't get to touch her, there was no downside to having those massive tits so close to my face.
Ada hesitated for only a second before nodding. She positioned Ruth's head in her lap, her fingers gently cradling her daughter's skull as she took hold of Ruth's legs, spreading them wide.
Fuck. In this position, Ruth's pussy looked like a blooming flower, her tight lips glistening with arousal, her clit already swollen and begging for attention.
I gripped Ruth's waist, my cock throbbing with anticipation, the head already glistening with pre-cum. My mind raced with dark, filthy thoughts, and before I could stop myself, I rubbed the thick crown against Ruth's swollen clit. She gasped sharply, her back arching off the stone bed. "Aaah...!"
"You like that, don't you, Ruth?" I growled, my voice rough and thick with lust as I dragged my cock up and down her slick slit, teasing her tight entrance.
The words spilled out before I could think—modern, dirty, unfiltered—but the way Ruth's body reacted told me everything. "You like feeling my big cock right here, ready to split you open and fill you up?"
Fuck. I'd forgotten for a second that I wasn't in the modern world anymore. But the way Ruth's breath hitched, the way her hips bucked up to meet my strokes, told me she didn't care. She was dripping for it.
I glanced at Kerry and Ada, their expressions a mix of shock and raw, hungry desire. Both of them were biting their lips so hard I thought they might draw blood.
"Y-yes!" Ruth whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Dexter... my pussy—it suddenly started itching..."
Kerry's voice was husky, her fingers twitching at her sides. "Dexter..." she breathed, her eyes dark with curiosity. "How did you learn to talk like that? It's so... so dirty."
I blinked, feigning innocence as I looked between them. "I don't know, Aunt..." I murmured, my voice soft, almost confused. "I just wanted to say something to Ruth... to make her feel good. But then I just... said it." I hesitated, my cock still pressed against Ruth's dripping slit. "Is it... wrong?"
Kerry's breath hitched, her gaze flicking between my face and my cock. "I.... I don't know..." she admitted, her voice unsteady. But her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, and when I let my gaze drop lower, I noticed the way her leaf skirt clung to her thighs—dark with her arousal.
Ada was no better. Her fingers were clenched into fists, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she watched her daughter writhe beneath me. The air was thick with the scent of three aroused women, and it was driving me wild.
Kerry suddenly grabbed my cock, her voice firm. "Dexter... don't tease her too much." She spread Ruth's pussy lips with her free hand, positioning my cock at her tight entrance. "Now... push slowly."
I sighed, the anticipation almost unbearable. Finally, a virgin pussy—and it's all mine.
I pushed forward.
Ruth screamed as the thick head of my cock breached her, "Aaaaaaaaaah! It's too big! Aaaaaah!" Her walls clenched around me, so tight it was almost painful.
"Fuck... Ruth, you're so tight," I groaned, my fingers digging into her hips. "Relax... let me in..."
Kerry chuckled darkly. "Haa... Sister Ada, look at her. She's taking him like a good girl now, isn't she?"
Ada's breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes glued to the place where my cock was disappearing into her daughter's tight, virgin pussy. "Y-yes..." she stuttered, her own thighs pressing together, as if she could ease the aching need building inside her just by squeezing them tight.
I pulled back slightly, then pushed in again, this time sinking another inch into Ruth's dripping heat. "Oh gods! It's so deep!" Ruth cried, her nails raking down my arms.
"You can take it," I growled, my voice rough with lust. "You were made for this cock, Ruth. Every inch of it."
I pulled back just enough to let Ruth feel the loss of me, then slammed back in with a brutal, relentless thrust. "Oh FUCK! It's SO DEEP!" Ruth screamed, her nails raking down my arms, her body writhing beneath me like a woman possessed. Her pussy clenched around me so tightly I could feel every ridge, every flutter of her inner walls as they struggled to accommodate my size.
The moment my cock tore through Ruth's virginity, the air itself seemed to crackle with raw, primal energy. A sharp, piercing scream ripped from her throat—"AAAAAAAAH! IT'S—IT'S TEARING ME OPEN! "—her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. The resistance of her hymen gave way with a wet, obscene rip, and I felt the heat of her blood mixing with her arousal as it trickled down my cock.
"Fuck—" I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily as her tight, virgin walls clenched around me like a vice, her body shuddering beneath me. The sight of her stretched open, her innocence ruined by my cock, sent a jolt of dark satisfaction through me.
Kerry's laughter was low, triumphant, her voice dripping with filthy pride. "Look at that, Sister Ada!" she purred, her fingers still buried inside herself as she watched Ruth's deflowering. "Your daughter has become Dexter's woman. Congratulations."
Ada's breath hitched, her eyes wide with a mix of shock, arousal, and something darker—pride?—as she watched her daughter whimper beneath me. "Y-yes..." Ada stuttered, her voice trembling, but her gaze locked on where my cock was buried inside Ruth. "She's... she's his woman now..."
"Aaaaaah—! FUCK! Mom—! MOM! " she cried, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her nails drawing blood. "He's SO DEEP! —I can FEEL HIM in my STOMACH! — AAAAAAH! —It's TOO MUCH! —But I DON'T WANT HIM TO STOP! "
I pulled back slightly, my cock glistening with Ruth's arousal, before pushing in again—this time sinking another inch into her dripping heat. "Oh gods! It's so deep!" Ruth cried, her nails raking down my arms, her body trembling beneath me.
"You can take it," I growled, my voice rough with lust, my fingers digging into her hips. "You were made for this cock, Ruth. Every. Fucking. Inch of it."
My free hand slid down between her legs, my fingers finding her swollen clit. I rubbed it in slow, teasing circles, feeling her body tense beneath me. Then, without warning, I slammed my cock deep inside her—all the way to the hilt—and at the same time, pinched her clit hard between my fingers.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah! It's too deep! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah—!" Ruth screamed, her back arching off the stone bed, her body convulsing as I broke through the last of her resistance.
A thin trickle of blood dripped from her stretched pussy, mixing with her arousal, and I groaned at the sight—fucking perfect.
I pulled back just enough to let her feel the loss, then rammed my cock back in with a sharp, brutal thrust. The wet slap of flesh echoed through the hut—"Phht!"—and I heard the soft, desperate moans from both Kerry and Ada.
"Hmm... Dexter..." Kerry whimpered, her fingers twitching at her sides, her own thighs slick with arousal.
With my Pervert Eyes still blazing, I reached out, my fingers tracing the smooth dip of her navel—100 points flashing instantly. But I didn't stop there.
My hands slid upward, gripping her tits, squeezing them firmly before rolling her nipples between my fingers, pinching just enough to make her gasp. The points rolled in: 200 for each tit, 400 for each nipple. Every touch was a calculated move, every reaction fuel for the game.
Ruth's eyes suddenly snapped to her mother, her voice breaking with panic. "Aaaaah—hmmm... Mom! Something's gonna—it's coming out of my pussy—I think I'm gonna pee—I can't hold back— Aaaaaaaaaaah! Dexter— Aaaaaaaaaaah!"
I yanked my cock out just in time—because I knew what was coming.
Ruth's body trembled violently, her back arching as her first squirt exploded from her in a torrent of hot, sticky fluid. It drenches me completely—my chest, my abs, even my face—before spraying Kerry, who was sitting too close to avoid it.
"Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaah!" Ruth's voice was a broken, desperate scream as her squirt spurted hard, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.
And then—
She went limp.
Her body collapsed back onto the stone bed, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.
She'd fainted.
I stood there for a second, my cock still throbbing, my body covered in Ruth's release, my breath ragged. Kerry was dripping, her leaf skirt clinging to her thighs, her fingers finally slipping inside herself as she watched Ruth's unconscious body.
Ada's panicked breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her fingers shaking as she cradled Ruth's limp body in her lap. The sight of her daughter—broken, dripping, and passed out from pleasure—had sent her into a spiral of shock and desire.
"R-Ruth... oh gods, Ruth—!" Her voice was high-pitched, frantic, her eyes wild as she clutched at her daughter's shoulders.
But then—
Her skirt had ridden up.
And everything was on display.
Her pussy lips—thick, swollen, and glistening—were fully exposed, dripping with her own arousal. The inner folds were parted, wet and flushed, the scent of her—musky, sweet, and intoxicating—filling the air between us. A thin trail of her juices had already trickled down to the stone beneath her, proof of how badly she'd been aching for this.
And I couldn't look away.
My cock throbbed, hard as iron, a thick bead of pre-cum dripping from the tip as I took in the sight of Ada—so open, so vulnerable, so fucking wet. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating, making my head spin with lust. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening, her inner folds parted just enough to tease me with the sight of how ready she was.
Ada's voice was still trembling, her fingers shaking as she finally noticed my gaze. "Dexter—what happened to her?! She's not—!"
I swallowed hard, my voice rough with restrained hunger. "She's fine, Aunt..." My eyes flicked down again—just for a second, taking in the glistening wetness of her exposed pussy—before snapping back up. "She just... came too hard... some women can't handle it..."
Kerry, still stunned from the intensity of what she'd just witnessed, blinked in confusion. "Came...? What does that mean, Dexter?" Her eyes flicked between Ruth's unconscious body and me, her voice laced with doubt and curiosity.
I chuckled, a dark, knowing smirk playing on my lips. They were exactly where I wanted them—confused, intrigued, and completely under my spell. "Aunt... don't tell me you guys have never come like that..." I feigned shock, my eyes widening just enough to sell the act.
Ada and Kerry exchanged a hesitant, almost guilty glance, their cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fascination. Then, in unison, they shook their heads, their eyes wide with awe and confusion.
"No, Dexter..." Ada admitted, her voice trembling as her cheeks burned crimson. "This is the first time we've ever seen something like this..." Her gaze flicked to the pool of fluid beneath Ruth, the glistening evidence of her daughter's intense release still clinging to the stone, to our skin.
She swallowed hard, her fingers twitching nervously as she studied the mess—her daughter's squirt, thick and milky, dripping from the stone, from my chest, even glistening in Kerry's hair.
"Does this mean..." Kerry hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly as she turned to me, her voice laced with curiosity and suspicion. "It's some kind of technique your grandfather taught you?" Her fingers traced an imaginary line in the air, mimicking the way I had touched Ruth, pinched her clit, and coaxed her into that earth-shattering orgasm. "I noticed you were touching above Ruth's pussy... pinching there..."
I glanced at Kerry, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at my lips. Now was the perfect time to let Kerry's doubts and curiosity work in my favor—to let her fill in the blanks with the myth of my grandfather's teachings. I nodded, my voice dropping into a low, serious tone, laced with just the right amount of mystery and authority.
"Aunt..." I began, my gaze flicking between the two of them, letting the weight of my words settle over them. "My grandfather taught me many things... not just healing, but the art of pleasure as well." I paused, my fingers tracing an imaginary line down my own chest, as if recalling the lessons I'd never actually received.
"He believed that to heal a woman's body, you must first understand every part of her... where she hurts... where she aches... and most importantly..." My eyes darkened, my voice dropping into something deeper, more intimate. "Where she craves to be touched."
Ada's breath hitched, her lips parting as she took in my words, her mind racing with the implications. Kerry's fingers tightened around the fabric of her skirt, her voice barely above a whisper. "So... he taught you how to make women feel like that?" Her eyes flicked to Ruth's unconscious body, then back to me, filled with a mix of awe and hunger.
I nodded, my smirk deepening as I stepped closer to Ada, my hand brushing against her arm, teasing her skin with the lightest touch. "He taught me that a woman's body is sacred... that pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin... and that the deepest healing comes from understanding her desires as much as her wounds."
Ada's cheeks flushed deeper, her thighs pressing together as my words sank in. "So..." she started, her voice trembling, "the way Ruth reacted... the way she peed herself... that was because of what you did to her?"
I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear, my voice a dark, velvety murmur. "It was because I knew exactly where to touch her... how to touch her..." My fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down her arm, lingering at her wrist before sliding toward her hip.
I gasped in mock horror, clutching my chest. "Aunt... don't tell me you've never cum that hard before." I shook my head, my voice thick with exaggerated disbelief. "You mean you've never felt pleasure like that?"
Ada bit her lip, her eyes flickering between me and her daughter's limp body. "Dexter... does cumming mean... that when my daughter peed...?" Her voice trailed off, her gaze landing on the mess we were all covered in—Ruth's squirt had drenched us completely, soaking through Kerry's skirt, dripping down my chest, even glistening in Ada's hair.
She looked at us, her expression a mix of horror and fascination. "Dexter... Kerry... I'm so sorry for my daughter..." Her voice was thick with shame, her fingers twitching like she wanted to reach out and clean the mess but didn't dare.
I stepped closer, my voice dropping into a low, reassuring tone. "Aunt Ada... It's okay..." I reached out, my fingers brushing against her shoulder, my touch gentle but possessive.
"Actually... that means Sister Ruth felt really happy... and really good... when my cock was inside her..." I smirked, my gaze darkening with lust. "That's why she came... I call it squirting... "
Ada's eyes widened, her lips parting in shock and fascination. "S-squirting...?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, as if the word itself was forbidden, taboo, something she'd never dared to imagine. Her gaze flicked between me and Ruth's unconscious, spent body, her daughter's release still glistening on the stone, on my skin, proof of something she'd never known existed.
I nodded, my hand sliding down her arm, my fingers tracing slow, teasing circles on her skin, feeling the way she shivered beneath my touch. "Yeah..." I murmured, my voice dropping into something darker, more intimate, like a secret meant only for her.
"Some women... when they come really hard... when they let go completely... their bodies release like that..." My fingers trailed lower, brushing against the top of her thigh, teasing the edge of her pussy, feeling the heat radiating from her. "It's the highest kind of pleasure... the kind that breaks you... in the best way..."
Ada's breath hitched, her thighs pressing together as my fingers inched closer to where she ached, where she burned. "I-I've never..." she stammered, her voice trembling, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and longing.
She turned to Kerry, her eyes searching for some kind of confirmation, some kind of understanding, and I followed her gaze.
Kerry bit her lip, her fingers twisting in the leaves of her skirt, her own arousal betraying her. She shook her head, her voice soft but honest. "No... I've never felt it either..."
The silence in the room was thick, suffocating, charged with a raw, electric tension that made the air hum with unspoken desire. Ada and Kerry both looked down, their shoulders slumping just slightly, as if the realization of what they'd missed—what they'd never experienced—was weighing on them, crushing them in the best, most tantalizing way. The scent of sex—Ruth's squirt, the musk of arousal, the metallic tang of her broken virginity—still lingered, intoxicating, unavoidable.
I couldn't let that stand.
Kerry's gaze suddenly dropped, her eyes locking onto my cock—still rock-hard, throbbing, glistening with Ruth's release and my own pre-cum. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them, her voice breathy, husky, thick with lust.
"Dexter..." she murmured, her fingers twitching at her sides, betraying her need. "Your cock... It's still so hard... You haven't released your seed yet..." Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and hungry. "You must be aching for it..."
I let out a slow, exaggerated sigh, pretending to be disappointed, my hand rubbing the back of my neck as if frustrated. "I..." I started, my voice laced with fake regret, "When I felt like my seed was about to burst inside her... Ruth squirting pushed my cock out... so I couldn't finish..." I glanced down at my throbbing cock, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke, making sure they both saw how badly I needed release.
Ada's eyes flicked to mine, her expression softening with something like guilt—and something else, something darker, something hungrier. "Dexter..." she said, her voice gentle, apologetic, but her eyes were glued to my cock, betraying her true thoughts. "I'm so sorry Ruth couldn't fulfill her duty as your woman... I, as her mother, should have—"
The air between us was thick, suffocating—charged with the kind of tension that made skin prickle and breath come shallow. My hand slammed against Ada's shoulder, my grip firm, possessive, my fingers digging into her soft flesh just enough to make her gasp.
"Aunt," I growled, my voice a dark velvet whisper that slithered between them like a promise of sin. My lips brushed the shell of her ear as I leaned in, my cock already heavy, throbbing, the swollen head mere inches from the faintly glowing mark just above her navel.
That translucent dot pulsed like a beacon, begging to be claimed, owned. "It's nobody's fault," I murmured, my free hand sliding down her arm in slow, deliberate strokes, my thumb tracing lazy circles over the inside of her wrist.
I felt the way her pulse jumped beneath my touch, the way her body betrayed her—shivering, arching just a little closer, as if she couldn't help herself.
Kerry's gaze was glued to us, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. There was concern in her voice, but it was drowned out by something far darker—something that made her thighs press together, her fingers twitch at her sides.
"Dexter..." she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes locked onto the thick, veined length of my cock, the pre-cum already glistening at the tip. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip, and I knew—she was imagining the taste of me, the weight of me on her tongue.
"You must be hurting," she breathed, her voice dropping into a husky, needy purr. "Being this hard for so long... so desperate to release..." Her fingers crept forward, hovering just centimeters away, as if she were fighting the urge to wrap them around my cock, to stroke me until I groaned.
"Let us help you," she pleaded, her voice thick with lust, her eyes dark with the kind of hunger that only came from watching someone else get what you craved.
I didn't answer her. Not with words. Instead, I let my hand slide lower, my fingers trailing down Ada's arm. She let out a broken little whimper, her hips jerking forward, seeking more contact, more pressure.
My cock twitched violently, the need to bury myself inside her pussy—her tight, dripping pussy—almost overwhelming. I could smell her arousal, the sweet, musky scent of her desire filling the air, making my mouth water.
Kerry's voice cut through the haze of lust, but it wasn't concern in her tone anymore—it was something filthier, something that made her voice drop into a low, sultry rasp. "Sister Ada..." she murmured, her eyes flicking between us, her fingers curling into fists at her sides.
"Dexter said... only a pussy can calm his hard cock..." The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and I saw the way Ada's breath hitched, the way her thighs trembled.
Ada's gaze dropped to my cock, her lips parting as her tongue slid out, slow and deliberate, wetting them until they glistened—begging to be used. "Dexter..." she whispered, her voice trembling with need, her fingers twitching at her sides like she was fighting the urge to reach out and wrap them around my throbbing length.
The air between us was thick with the scent of her arousal, the musky, intoxicating perfume of her desire wrapping around me like a promise. I could see the way her chest rose and fell, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her robe.
"What should we do...?" Ada asked, her voice barely more than a breath, her eyes flicking up to meet mine. There was genuine concern there, but beneath it, something darker—something hungry.
"How can we calm your cock...?" Her fingers brushed against my chest, her touch feather-light, teasing. "Ruth has fallen asleep... Is there any other way...?"
She bit her lower lip, her thighs pressing together like she was trying to ease the ache between them.
I groaned, my cock twitching violently at her words, the need to bury myself inside her—anyone—almost unbearable. The thought of Ada's lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling over the tip, her throat opening for me—it made my balls ache, my pre-cum leaking in thick, desperate droplets.
But before I could answer, Kerry's voice cut through the tension, sharp with sudden desperation.
"Dexter..." Kerry's voice was soft, but there was an edge to it—something raw, something real. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her skirt, her knuckles white with the effort of holding herself back.
"If you really want..." she whispered, her gaze locked onto my cock, her tongue flicking over her lips like she was already tasting me.
"I can take it in my pussy." She took a step closer, her body pressing against mine, her breath hot against my skin.
"I can't stand seeing you like this... so hard... so desperate..." Her fingers twitched, inching closer to my cock, her voice dropping into a husky, needy murmur. "Let me help you, Dexter... Let me take care of you."
Ada's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock. "Kerry...!" she gasped, her voice laced with disbelief. "But... how can Dexter put it inside a dirty woman like you...?" Her fingers tightened around my arm, her grip almost possessive, like she was staking her claim.
"He'll hate us... The tribe will despise him if they find out—" Her voice cracked, but beneath the fear, there was something else—jealousy. She didn't want to share me.
Kerry's gaze locked onto mine, her dark eyes burning with a mix of shame and need. "Dexter..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Will you hate me... if I put your cock in my pussy?" She already knew the answer.
She knew I'd been fantasizing about her tight, wet heat for far too long. She knew I'd wanted this—craved it. Her fingers brushed against my cock, her touch light, teasing, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls.
Before I could even open my mouth to answer, Kerry pressed on, her voice dropping into a husky, desperate murmur. "Dexter... you can hate me all you want after this. You can call me aunt with all the disdain you've ever felt..." Her fingers finally wrapped around my cock, her grip firm, her thumb swiping over the slick, leaking tip, spreading the pre-cum in slow, teasing circles.
"But right now... I think calming your cock is more important." She stroked me, her hand moving up and down my cock, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. "I don't want anything to happen to you."
A groan tore from my throat, my hips jerking forward into her touch, my cock throbbing in her grip. "Aunt—" The word came out as a growl, my voice rough with need, my fingers tangling in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. "You have no idea what you're asking for..." I warned, my voice dark, dangerous.
Kerry's breath hitched, her eyes darkening with lust, her fingers tightening around my cock. "I know," she whispered, her voice trembling.
But Ada wasn't about to be left out.
"Dexter..." Ada's voice was sharp, cutting through the haze of lust like a blade. "It's my daughter's fault... So I should take this responsibility." Her hand slid down my chest, her fingers trailing lower, lower, until they brushed against Kerry's, both of them now touching me, claiming me.
"You can put it in my pussy," she whispered, her voice thick with desperation. "And I won't complain... even if you hate me after this." She pressed her body against mine, her breasts crushing against my chest, her lips brushing against my ear. "I'll take it all, Dexter... Every. Last. Inch."
Kerry's breath hitched, her eyes flicking to Ada, her grip on my cock tightening just a fraction. "Sister Ada—" Her voice was a warning, a plea, but it was drowned out by the raw, animalistic need in the air.
"You don't have to do this..." she whispered, but her words lacked conviction. She wanted this. She wanted to be the one to take me, to feel me buried deep inside her.
I could see it in both of them now—the way their chests heaved, the way their thighs trembled, the way their fingers twitched with the need to touch, to take.
They'd seen Ruth—seen the way her pussy had gushed, the way her body had convulsed with pleasure, the way she'd screamed my name as I fucked her raw. And now? Now they wanted it. They wanted to know what it felt like to be stretched open, to be owned, to be used until they couldn't think straight.
My gaze flicked down to Ada, my breath catching as her fingers trembled against the waistband of her skirt. With a slow, deliberate motion, she let the leaf skirt fall at her feet, revealing the glistening, swollen folds of her pussy—already dripping, already begging for me.
Then, without a word, she reached up and plucked away the flimsy leaves covering her nipples, letting them fall to the ground. Her breasts spilled free, her hard, erect nipples standing at attention, dark and swollen with need.
My gaze dragged over her body, devouring every inch—the way her thighs quivered under my scrutiny, the wet sheen of her pussy lips, the way her breath stuttered when my eyes lingered just a second too long. A smirk tugged at my lips as I tilted my head, my expression carefully schooled into one of mock confusion.
"Aunt Ada..." I murmured, my voice laced with saccharine innocence, the kind that made her body betray her with a shiver.
My fingers followed, tracing the soft curve of her cheek before ghosting over her lips—200 points—with a touch so light it was almost an insult.
I didn't rush. My hand drifted lower, skimming the delicate hollow of her collarbone, then sliding into the warm valley between her breasts, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath my palm.
When I finally cupped her tits—200 points each—I deliberately bypassed her nipples, letting my fingers continue their descent. I hovered just above the swollen, glistening heat between her thighs, my thumb brushing against the dampness there, gathering the slick proof of her arousal.
The moment my finger made contact with her pussy—800 points—a slow, satisfied smirk spread across my face.
I let my eyes linger, drinking in the sight before tilting my head in exaggerated confusion.
"Aunt Ada..." I murmured, my voice dripping with false concern, "Are you sick too?" My fingers hovered just above her, not quite touching as I feigned innocence.
"Why is your pussy... dripping like this?" I let the question hang in the air, my tone a perfect blend of curiosity and mock worry. "And your nipples... they're just as hard as Aunt Kerry's."
Ada's cheeks flushed crimson, her fingers twitching at her sides like she wanted to cover herself—but she didn't. She couldn't. Not when my gaze was locked onto her, not when my thumb was already smudging her wetness, teasing her slick folds.
"I-I don't know..." she stammered, her voice trembling. "When I looked at you and Ruth..." Her words faltered, her lips parting as I brought my thumb—glistening with her own arousal—to her mouth.
"It just... it became wet... and started dripping..." Her tongue darted out, hesitating for only a second before she obeyed, lapping at the salty-sweet taste of herself. A broken whimper escaped her as she sucked my thumb into her mouth, her eyes fluttering shut in shame—and lust.
I pulled my thumb free with a wet pop, my cock throbbing painfully against my pants at the sight of her submission. "Mmm..." I hummed, my voice thick with dark satisfaction.
"And now?" My fingers trailed lower, dipping between her thighs, my knuckles brushing against her soaked pussy lips. "Does it still ache, Ada?" I murmured, pressing the pad of my finger against her swollen clit, circling it just enough to make her hips jerk forward.
Ada's breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers clawing at my wrist, not to stop me—but to pull me closer. "Y-Yes..." she whimpered, her voice cracking. "It hurts, Dexter... It throbs..." Her gaze flicked to Kerry, her lips parting as if she'd just realized something. "Kerry... are you also sick?"
The air in the room thickened, heavy with the musky scent of arousal—the kind of filthy perfume that made my cock throb painfully against my pants. Kerry's fingers trembled over the waistband of her skirt, her pride warring with the deep, pulsing ache between her thighs.
For a heartbeat, she hesitated, her full, trembling lips pressed into a thin line, her hard nipples already straining against the flimsy leaves covering them. But then, with a shuddering exhale, she let the fabric slither down her legs, the skirt pooling at her feet like a discarded veil of modesty.
Her hands moved to the damp, crumpled leaves clinging to her nipples, her fingers plucking them away with a sharp, desperate tug. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and full, the dark, swollen buds of her nipples jutted out, erect and aching, the tips glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
The tight, puckered areolas were flushed deep pink, begging to be sucked, bitten, tormented. A thick, dark bush curled between her thighs, glistening with wetness, the matted curls clinging to her swollen pussy lips.
A slow, steady trickle of arousal dripped down her inner thighs, the sticky, salty-sweet evidence of her desperation shining in the dim light.
"Yeah..." Kerry admitted, her voice a husky, shameful whisper, thick with need. She couldn't bring herself to look at Ada—not when her own body was screaming for me, not when her pussy was flooding, her clit throbbing like a little heartbeat between her legs. Her gaze stayed locked onto me, her fingers twisting together in front of her, as if she were begging without words.
"They've been hard..." she confessed, her chest heaving, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps. "For a long time..." Her voice cracked, her nipples tightening even more under my hungry stare, the dark buds aching for my mouth, my teeth, my rough, possessive hands.
My cock jerked violently, throbbing against the confines of my pants as I took in the sight of them—two innocent beauties, now bare and trembling, their pussies dripping, their nipples stiff with need, their bushes thick and glistening with arousal.
And I knew—once they felt my cock stretching them open, once they tasted the pleasure I could give them, they'd be ruined. Owned. Mine.
A dark, possessive growl rumbled in my chest as I stepped closer, my fingers trailing over Ada's collarbone before dipping into the cleavage between her heavy, trembling breasts.
Her nipples were just as hard, the dark, swollen peaks begging for attention, the areolas puffy and flushed, the tiny bumps of her skin prickling under my touch. I pinched one between my fingers, twisting just enough to make her gasp, her back arching, her pussy clenching around nothing.
"Aunt Ada... Aunt Kerry..." I murmured, my voice a smooth, dangerous purr, thick with filthy promise. "Why don't you both lie down..." My fingers trailed lower, over the soft swell of Ada's stomach, teasing the top of her bush before dipping between her thighs. Her pussy lips were already swollen, glistening with wetness, the dark, curly hairs matted with her arousal.
I spread her folds with my thumb, exposing the pink, dripping entrance, the tiny, fluttering hole already begging to be filled. "And let me see if I can cure your dripping pussies..."