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Chapter 6 - 77 to 88

The sight should've made me uneasy—Kina grilling Ruth about last night—but instead, it just made me smirk. I guess she'd either be horrified or impressed. Knowing about squirting, probably both.

Ada and Kerry came to my side, and falling into step beside me, we began to walk together.

I was touched by the arm of Ada; she was very warm and stable, whereas Kerry tapped my hand now and again, which perhaps she had to do to stabilize herself. There was no talking between us, and the air was good, such as that which exists amongst intimacy.

The road was not new to us; it was the one Kerry had brought me down before, and to that private area where she used to pee.

At that moment, I caught a glimpse of Hina making her way towards me. She dropped into step with Kerry, Ada, and me, and her presence was unmistakable. Something about the manner in which she held herself was so confident, however, with a touch of nervousness, as though she were struggling not to ask the questions that were edging her mind.

She didn't waste time. "Dexter..." she started, her voice low, but inquiring, and her dark eyes stared at me. "How is your cock?" She hesitated, as though she knew how rude she was being, yet she did not retreat. "Is it quiet after you had inserted it into the pussy of Ruth?"

I looked at her and saw how her fingers would fidget at her sides, and how her breath came in when I was waiting. "Yes, Aunt Hina", I said, my voice even, though I could not avoid noticing how her throat was going down as she swallowed the water, and her eyes went down to my skirt for a moment and then leaped up again.

Hina flushed in her cheeks and moved ahead. "Dexter... where is Ruth now?" she questioned, which made her voice stammer a little. "Is she... fine?" She stuttered and then said, I mean... "You must have hurt Ruth after you put that huge of yours cock in her...."

Ever the nursing nature, Ada replied before I could, in a warm voice, "Hina, Ruth is only going on with Kina. She does all right, but this was her first time, so she is sore. Her pussy is tender."

Hina smiled, looking worried. Do not worry, sister Ada, do not worry, I said. "Isn't Dexter a healer? He can help Ruth with the pain." Her eyes focused keenly, and she turned to me. "Dexter... can you use the herbs to heal the pain? Tell me. I'll make the arrangements."

Holding my own carefully, as though I were appraising the alternatives as a professional healer, he said, "Aunt Hina, there is no special herb necessary to heal pain." My voice was constant, resolute, though my thoughts were racing about trying to find an answer.

"Any common herbs will do alright." The fact was, I did not know what I was talking about. But I had heard that with a few simple herbs in my hands, I could compound with what learning I should possess of contemporary science--it might be to pound them into a paste, or to apply them as a poultice, or perhaps to have them simply boiled into a soothing spon--a wash.

Hina didn't question it. Rather, she gave a nod, and her face was solemn. "Dexter, after you have bathed, go with me to my hut, said she. I have some herbs in there. See if you need any of them."

I looked at Hina, and a moment later, I perceived not women-folk caring about Ruth, but a fierce defender, a will to ensure the protection of her sister. It was not responsibility, it was crude and unadulterated love.

I will, I said, and there was something in my voice which was even more grateful than the words.

There was a little, contented nod of Hina, who was only slightly relaxing her shoulders, as though my acquiescence had relieved some invisible strain in her.

Then, as if she had not lost a step, she turned to Kerry and Ada, and her voice was easy, but the glow of her cheeks was pink. "I am going to poop," she said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "Are you coming together?"

Kerry looked up at me, and her dark eyes shone with amusement. She was smiling mockingly at the corner of her lips, as though she sat ready to rejoice at the pain I should experience. "Dexter..." she drawled, with something teasing in her voice, Do you want to go together?

I froze.

I cringed at the idea of sitting in the filth and cleaning up with leaves or grass. No way. I desired my new toilet, my running water, my privacy. The thought of them pooping was even more awful--and sickening to think of it. "No, Aunt," I said firmly. "I'm fine."

Kerry shrugged, unfazed. "The stream is to the left, just in front of us, Dexter," she said, indicating where Kina and Ruth were already passed on. "See? Just follow them. We'll come after pooping."

I saw Kerry, Hina, and Ada disappear into the trees. The laughs died away with the rustling leaves, and I was left with a curious and uncomfortable feeling.

I walked off and took the rutted track that led farther into the woods. As I walked on the sound of the stream grew louder and louder, a constant soft, reassuring beat that drew me on like a promise.

The view that was presented before me, when the trees at last separated, was nearly peaceful. The stream was long and broad and shallow, and the waters glistened in the white morning light.

It was lethargic, hardly passing beyond the knees, the ideal depth of cleaning, the fatigue of the night. However, what impressed me most of all was the emptiness. To-no-one-there-was-here-no-one-there, just Kina and Ruth, standing on the edge of the water like two sculptures out of the wilderness.

Ruth was nervous, and her legs were in a balloon squeeze as she took a dip in the water. Her fingers would squeeze Kina by the arm, her knuckles would turn white as her fingers fought to keep her standing still.

The stream kissed softly her flesh, but I could read the manner in which her body had been rigid, how her breath contracted as the cold water caressed her tender, swollen body.

She blushed, and still she did not withdraw. The fact that she stood there taking the discomfort silently was almost patriotic.

Kina, the unwearying guardian, had her arm round the waist of Ruth, and her position was firm and secure. She said something to Ruth that I could not hear, as her voice was too soft, but the tone of her voice was one of encouragement. Ruth nodded, and her hold upon Kina was slackened a little, yet her form was tense with suspense.

The sun was pouring down on their flesh, and Kina and Ruth threw off their leaf skirts and dropped them on the ground, the murmur of the leaves being the only sound between them.

Then, with the same easy assurance, they stripped off the smaller leaf that covered their nipples and added them to the heap of waste material at their feet. It was not hesitation, not shame, but the silent confidence of those women who had never had the experience of bearing the burden of modesty.

The body of Kina was striking; there was no other term to describe it. She had full and heavy breasts, falling a little with her motions, so like her mother that it was almost ghostly. Her curves were aggressive, unashamed, the type that needed no prodding in order to be noticed. Fuck--then--then my eyes grabbed on her nipples.

They were inverted.

Not only a little, not only a little inlaid--they were all inverted, the brown, dimpled flesh pulled up like a pair of deep, alluring wells.

My brain broke a notch in short. I had seen them, of course I had, but only in porn, in some niche category that I had just listened to out of curiosity. Never in real life. Never upon a woman standing directly in my presence, totally naked, totally shameless.

It was like the pulse got my heart racing, warmth bursting in my chest when I had to look away lest I get caught staring. But not until my eyes had fallen, adhering to the contour of her stomach until they reached the coarse thick thatch of dark pubic hair surrounding her mound.

It was wild and untamed and the extreme opposite of the slickness of her thighs. No haircuts, no styling-- she is as she is, bare and pure, as nature made her.

And I gulped, and my throat was all parched.

Ruth on the other hand was bent, with legs drawn close together, her own body branded by what last night had done to it--her pussy swollen and tender.

The silence was broken by a sharp inhale of Kina. Her gaze fixed on the bloated pussy of Ruth and she stood motionless awhile. Then the silence was interrupted by her voice, which was filled with a tone of amazement and black humor. Ruth-- she thought, coming nearer. You remind me I think you are some kind of a war animal.

Ruth smiled a little too, although she did not turn her head. Rather, she straightened her head a bit, and her voice shook steadily. "Kina... was it like this for you?" asked she, as at last her fingers curled up, and she covered herself. "When you were with Tusk?"

Kina smiled and her eyes quickly dared to look aside, then she replied. She wanted to put her hand on Ruth, but it lacked confidence, and the hand seemed to be about to touch her shoulder, and then she felt herself not knowing whether to touch her. "Not this bad", she said and her voice fell into the realm of something naked, something natural.

"But yeah, it hurt. Like hell." She sighed, and looked away at me, but for a moment--just a moment--sufficient to show she was restraining herself. "First time's always rough. But you survived it. That's what matters."

With a trembling laugh Ruth gave a slight sigh, her shoulders at last loosening a little as she leant in to the side of Kina. "It aches," said she, her voice little higher than a whisper, as though she were telling a secret. "Like... like he's still inside me."

Kina gave a deep knowing chuckle, and shook her head, as she started to bathe, her hands gliding over her flesh with a certain familiarity. You did take all of him, she teased, and was warm in her voice but judgmentless. "No wonder you walk like you have been riding a horse a few days."

Ruth flushed, but made no argument. Rather, she allowed Kina to lead her into the water and both of them proceeded with the silent kind of familiarity of sisters who had shared everything.

I moved nearer and the tender ground yielded to my heels as I looked at them. The very manner in which the water went drifting over them, the manner in which the breath Ruth had to force as the cold stream ran over her bruised flesh--they could not look away. "Need help?" I requested, and low was my voice, and my hand was already reaching out to Ruth.

She glanced upward at me and her black eyes opened with relief, as though she had been expecting me to say it. "Yes, please," she said, trembling a little enough to give the lie to the pain which she was so hard striving to conceal.

I took off my leaf skirt with haste and lay it on the ground alongside theirs. My skin was touched by the morning air but I hardly paid attention.

All attention was upon Ruth as I strolled into the water, right next to her, and the coolness of the stream contrasted with the warmness of her body. I made a movement of drawing her to me by my arm around her waist, and could feel the manner in which the tension melted out of her almost immediately.

Just relax, I said to myself and my voice was a consistent note in the silence of the morning. "The water will help."

Ruth bent into me, still in short sharp gasps, the water washing about her thighs. But then I saw Kina looking at me, not me really... but her eyes were locked on my cock.

"Oh my God!!!" Kina exclaimed, her eyes widening as she stared. "Dexter... your cock—it's a bit different! The skin is gone!"

Ruth, already familiar with the changes in my body, didn't hesitate. She turned to Kina and confessed the truth about the herbs I'd claimed were from my grandfather.

"It's the herbs his grandfather gave him," she explained, her voice soft yet steady. "They make his cock stronger... and they help bring strong children into the world."

Kina's shock was palpable, her mouth slightly open as she processed this. But then, she just nodded, her expression shifting from surprise to something almost respectful. "Huh," she muttered, her gaze lingering for just a second longer before she turned away, giving us space.

I reached closer to Ruth, my hands moving over her body with deliberate care. I hugged her from behind, my fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, washing her tits and nipples with slow, gentle strokes.

She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing further into mine as I lifted her arms one by one, letting the water run over her armpits, earning me 50 points for each touch. Ada wasn't nearby, so no double points this time, but my total Pervert Points still climbed to 9968.

Then, unable to resist, I brushed my fingers against Ruth's lips, earning another 100 points. Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed for just a moment before she looked up at me, her gaze filled with trust and something deeper—something that made my chest tighten.

"Ruth," I murmured, my voice low and deliberate, "why don't you sit on that stone over there?" I nodded toward a smooth, flat rock near the water's edge. "Let me see your pussy. Aunt Hina just asked me to get some herbs from her house to cure your swelling. I need to take a closer look at it... and we should wash it properly."

Ruth didn't question me. She simply nodded, her trust in me absolute as she moved to the stone and sat down, spreading her legs just enough to give me access. Kina watched, her curiosity piqued, but she didn't interfere.

I knelt in front of Ruth, my hands gentle as I poured water over her swollen pussy, my fingers carefully spreading her lips to cleanse the tender flesh. She gasped as the cool water touched her, her body tensing for just a second before she melted into the sensation, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, my voice rough with concern.

Ruth shook her head and bit her lips, and she gasped and moved on the rock beneath her. "It is not really hurting... much," she said, with a tightness to her voice, more than pain.

"But it... feels burning. And hot inside..." Her hands were trying to adapt to the coarse, roughness of the bed of stone, and her thighs jerked; the weird, hurting heat in her legs was tormenting her.

I didn't hesitate. Her clit was discovered by my fingers in slow, deliberate circles.

"Aaah..." Ruth gave an involuntary shudder, her body twitching, the breath in her throat catching with a painful mixture of pleasure and pain. She fluttered her eyes closed, and her lips parted, and she gave in to the experience, and I felt her body slightly arch against my touch.

"Hmmm... Dexter.. ahh..." she said, not in protest, but in acquiescence.

Then the voice of Kerry broke in on the summer morning.

"Dexter..."

I looked back, without moving up, but not back, my hand. We had Kerry, Hina, and Ada just behind us, and their looks were placid and their presence undressed.

The voice of Kerry was approving, practically appreciative. "Dexter, are you helping Ruth clean?" she questioned, with her own calmness, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "Dexter.. You are quite a doting man. "

There was no embarrassment and shame in her voice.

Just the mere fact that a man is taking care of his woman. Ruth neither flinched nor moved away. Instead, she stood still, with her body, her entire confidence in me.

I reverted to the women, looking around at them with my eyes as they subsided on their haunches on the edge of the water. They did not even bother to keep their actions secret.

Kerry, Hina, and Ada stripped naked without even a second thought. Their bodies, uninhibited and naked, moved with the grace and ease of a woman who had never had to support the weight of a sense of decency.

Their fingers were immersed in the stream by the practised habit of cleaning themselves, and they sat down on the bank of the water to have the residue of their morning shit washed out of them as though it were another daily routine. They led a bare and straightforward life; no shame, no indecision.

My eyes went to Hina, whose body was shown to me for the first time. She wore those long skirts of animal skin too many times in order to conceal the contours of her hips, but she had nothing left to cover. Her hips were large, like those of Ada; sturdy and thick, and intended to support and carry.

Her pussy lips were enormous, their weight being supported by a dense mat of dark pubic hair, and could be felt even at my distance.

Her left breast had a small mole resting just above the curvature; another added a touch of her already amazing form, uniqueness. But as I watched them clean themselves—fingers moving without embarrassment, water running from their skin—I came to something. I still lacked the points Ruth's ass had earned.

I appealed to Ruth, and my voice dropped to an authoritative yet soft tone. "Ruth... "I said, and my hand fell to seize her hip, and my thumb touched the turn of the buttocks.

''Is your asshole clean?" She had a voice that had a touch of the darkness; the words were well considered and had the effect of causing her to tremble.

Ruth pulled herself in a bit, and as she did it, her black eyes took a staring fixation on me. "Why?" said she, very sweet voice, but with bewilderment in it. "It's... It's dirty, Dexter. You don't need to—"

Kina, who had been watching us with some mixture of amusement and exasperation, gave a sharp and incredulous laugh. "Yes, Dexter," she said, and crossed her arms.

"Why the hell must you want to see that? It's dirty and disgusting." She shook her head and twisted her face in a grimace. "What's wrong with you? That is not something to look at!"

As Hina bathed herself, with washing, she glanced about and lifted up her brows in wonder at us. "Yes, she is right," said she, and bewilderment was in her voice. "No one wants to see that. It's just... there."

Sighing, Ada, the voice of reason, never failed to show some form of amusement in her voice. " Dexter must have a reason," she said in her placid voice. I can do without imagining what they are.

I turned my back on them all and continued to dwell on Ruth. I tightened my hold on her hip a little, my voice lowered to a whisper, which could be heard only by her.

"Because you are mine," I said, and there was no mistaking my meaning. "And that means every part of you is mine to take care of." My thumb traced the curve of her ass, my voice darkening with possessive intent. "Even the parts you think are dirty."

Ruth drew a shaky breath, and her body was trembling under my hands. Nobody had ever talked to her in this manner, with such an unfeeling statement, such adoration. Her fingers clutched my flesh and her dark eyes opened to shock and something more, to a kind of awe.

With a low exasperated sound, Kina shook her head. "You are both are so strange," she was thinking, but there was nothing obstructive in her tone. Just resignation.

"And had Tusk ever talked that kind of thing to me, I would have--" she stopped herself and gave a glance of something that I could have called envy, and so she shook her head and spoke under her breath.

But Ruth didn't pull away. She instead turned a bit, and her body gave way to my hand as I led her. She pressed her hands in her knees, and her breaths were quick, harsh gasps as she realized that my hands touched her hips, and she was turned, in the position that I desired.

"Spread your legs," I grumbled to myself, scratching with the roughness of my voice.

She obeyed without hesitation, her thighs parting just enough to give me access. My hands moved to her ass, my fingers spreading her cheeks wide, exposing her tight, untouched asshole to the morning air. Ruth let out a soft, needy whimper, her body tensing for just a second before she forced herself to relax.

"Aaah.. Dexter..." she breathed, her voice trembling.

"Shhh," I murmured, my thumb brushing lightly over the sensitive flesh. "Just let me take care of you."

The moment my fingers made contact, the notification flashed in my vision—1000 points.

Ruth's breath hitched, her body arching slightly into my touch. There was no shame in her reaction, no resistance. Just trust. Just surrender.

And behind us, the women fell silent, their earlier protests dying on their lips as they watched. Because in this moment, it didn't matter what they thought.

Ruth was mine.

And I was going to make sure she knew it.

The drip of the water descended on Ruth's skin as I parted her asscheeks further to admire the fine, puckered skin of her ass-hole. It was exactly like that of Ada, only with its own beauty.

It had soft creases around it, faintly lined, and nature itself seemed to have taken pains in modeling the details of it. The skin was smooth, flushed with cool water of a light pink, and so clean, not a particle of dirt, only the natural, earthy odor of her body. The sensitive folds were followed with my fingers, tickling enough to cause her to breath hitching.

"Aaah..." Ruth moaned and looked up at me with an arching movement of the body, her thighs vibrating. It was a crude, desperate sound, and it gave me a jolt of heat to my cock.

I dipped a little further into the water and touched her with my fingers in slow, repose circles. "So sensitive," I grumbled, my voice deepening with satisfaction. "Just like the rest of you."

Ruth's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her fingers curling into the stone beneath her. "Dexter..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "It feels... strange. But good."

I pulled back slightly, admiring the way her asshole twitched under my gaze, the way her body responded to every touch. "It's so beautiful," I said, my voice dark with approval. "Just like your..." I wanted to say just like your mother, Ada, but I stopped myself before I could say it.

Turning my head, I took in the sight of the other women—Kerry's full, swaying breasts, Hina's wild, untamed pussy, Ada's soft, generous curves. It was a paradise, a world where desire wasn't hidden, where every touch was raw and real. But my focus was on Ruth.

As Ruth turned to me, her dark eyes were soft with devotion. "Now, let me help you." she murmured, stepping closer, her hands already reaching for me. "To clean up."

Her fingers moved over my body, splashing water over my skin, her touch gentle but thorough. When she reached my cock, she hesitated for just a second before her hands wrapped around it, cleaning it with careful strokes. I felt it harden instantly—thick, heavy, demanding—under her touch.

Ruth's breath caught as she felt the change, her eyes widening. "Oh..." she whispered, her voice trembling with surprise. "Dexter, your cock... It's so hard now." Her fingers curled around me, her grip tentative but curious. "Does it want a pussy?" she asked, her voice soft but bold. "Because if it does... I can give it one."

The chill of the stream fluttered over us, and the breath of Ruth came in with a hitch as I touched her, and as her body was still trembling at the aftershocks of pleasure, and the burning ache between her thighs. My cock throbbed, ponderable, demanding, and I had to push myself back, my hand over hers where she still held me.

"No, Ruth," I said to myself, and my voice was harsh with suppressed emotion, and my body false to what I said, as I uttered it. "You're still sore. I will not hurt your pussy again so soon--not when I am aware your pussy must be hurting a lot."

Ruth looked at me with disappointed and understanding eyes and lingered a little more with her fingers on my cock before she reluctantly released it. Before she could utter a word, however, the fine, teasing voice of Kina pierced the air.

"Hmph." Her arms crossed, her eyes fell down on my still-hard cock, a kind of curiosity and doubt." Have you not had her last night already?" she enquired, which she delivered with the voice of amusement. "Then how come it is still standing like that?"

I didn't flinch. "It's the herbs," I said, my voice low, my fingers tracing idle circles on Ruth's hip. "They change things. Make me need to release more than once before I can settle."

An indignant gasp reached my back. I looked to see Hina standing there with her eyes open and her entire lips agape in disbelief. "More than once?!" she said again, with high disbelief.

Kerry stepped in before I could answer, her words tumbling out in a rush, almost too quick—like she was trying to cover something up. "Yeah, it's the herbs his grandfather gave him," she said, her voice just a little too bright. "They make his cock stronger, so he has to release his seed over and over to calm it down."

Hina looked at Ruth with a jerk, her face changing to a more violent expression of dismay. "Dexter..." her voice fell to a husky murmur, she said. "How many times have you stuffed her last night?" Darkness came over her eyes as she seemed almost hopeful. "She'll be pregnant soon, won't she?"

I noticed the panic twitch in the eyes of Kerry. She did not want them to know the truth, that my cum could heal, that I had already taken her and Ada the same way. And so she groped about for an excuse, blushing. "He--he did not even get to finish, she stammered. After she... squirted, Ruth fell asleep."

The word was like fire that lit something primitive in each of us.

Hina and Kina stood statue still with a sudden common look at Kerry. "Squirting...?" Kina said it again, her voice harsh with bewilderment, and her body tensing. "What do you mean, squirting?"

Kerry was indecisive, and the secret was already disclosed. "It happens when a woman is so pleased that her body squirts like she is peeing herself," she said, her voice falling into a middle-muffled, almost religious tone." His grandfather is the one who taught Dexter how to make it happen. How to make a woman that good?"

The breath of Hina stopped, and her fingers sank into her palms. Kina looked like she had thought the same and squeezed her eyebrows in an attempt to digest the concept. "Pissing... from pleasure?" Kina said, and her voice was filled with disbelief.

Kerry nodded and looked towards me only a second, then her voice fell to something darker, something hungry. "Yes. The body is unable to contain it all. And after... she just collapses from how good it feels.".

Ada did not say anything, but her face was remote, and the fingers in her hands jerked at her sides like they were experiencing the memory of the time I had made her squirt.

I was able to tell the glow upon her cheeks, the manner in which her breath was a little quicker. She didn't intervene. She didn't need to.

Kina looked at Ruth, and her voice was full of amazement and wonder. "Ruth... is it true?" she asked, her tone softening. "Did it really feel that good?"

Ruth nodded, and her face flushed as she remembered. "It was amazing... Nothing I've ever felt before," I went like that, she said, and her voice was very low. "I couldn't even move after squirting. My whole body was... light."

Both Hina and Kina gazed up at me, and resembled each other in expression, awe, and something, something hungry, something needy. But none of them said anything.

Hina and Kina both looked at me, their expressions a mix of awe and something else—something hungry, something needy. But neither of them said a word.

Kina was the first to break the silence, her voice hesitant. "Dexter..." she started, her fingers figeting together. "Could you teach this to Tusk? So that..."

The moment her lips parted, I cut her off. Not with words, with the weight of my presence alone, the kind of silence that made the air thicken like syrup.

My voice didn't just speak; it commanded, sharp enough to draw blood. "No." One syllable, and it was final. No room for her to even think about arguing.

My gaze moved to Kina, and something evil, something unexpected, a feeling in my chest. Oh, sister. My mind filled with the image before I could stop imy mind, Kina beneath me, trembling, her thighs slick with need, her breath coming in ragged little gasps as I ruined her. You think I'd let another man touch you like that?

Only I can do that... no one else...

"It's not that I don't want to teach it. But it's risky."

I let the words sink in, my gaze flicking between her and Hina. "Being a healer, I am the only one who understands the exact spot where to touch a woman to make her feel great. If the wrong pressure is applied, it can be harmful."

Hina sighed slowly; her breath was unsteady, like she was struggling to keep whatever it was under control. Her reaction seemed to go from disappointment or maybe something darker, something more intense, to the final one - resignation.

"It's... a pity..." She seemed to speak from her throat, her tone being thick with regret, the one that tends to stick around like the smell of the hunt after a long day.

Hina's eyes moved toward Ruth, the darkness within them seemed to soften, but it was not with warmth - with jealousy. The one that made her clean her lips together just a bit too hard, like she was tasting something that was not hers.

"If so..." She stopped for a moment, her voice becoming something heavier and more indistinct, which could be compared to smoke that surrounds the words. "There is Nothing we can do about it."

One more moment. Another look - this time lingering on me, her lips parted slightly enough for a slow, hot breath to escape. Shit. Her eyes, the way they looked over me as if to touch - what would it be like to be Ruth? To have me behold her so? To have my cock inside her like that?

And just like that, my cock twitched, thickening against the coarse fabric of my skirt. Fuck. The way her glance went down for that one second and then shot back up again - she knew. She could feel it. It was suffocating.

Then, out of nowhere, Hina's voice broke through the heaviness. It was still sharp, but there was a new emotion in it - excitement. "Dexter... just come to my place to get the herbs." Her pace was quick, very breathy, almost as if she was trying not to show how much she wanted this. "Let's go. Ruth's pussy isn't alright... and you won't be able to calm down without it. So, first of all, you have to help her."

Oh, I'll heal her, alright. The thought sent another pulse of heat straight to my groin. But it wasn't just Ruth I was thinking about now. Not with the way Hina's fingers twitched at her sides, like she was already imagining what came next. Not with the way her voice had gone all soft and needy when she said "come."

I nodded, my gaze locking onto hers for just a second too long. "Ruth..." I turned to her, my voice rough. "You go home first. I'll come back after getting the herbs."

Kina stepped in, her usual teasing tone replaced with something almost protective. "Don't worry, Dexter. I'll take care of her." Her eyes flicked between me and Hina, and for once, there was no smirk—just a knowing look.

I didn't bother answering. Instead, I reached for the leaf skirt, tying it around my waist with deliberate slowness.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Hina doing the same—adjusting the leaves over her breasts, her nipples already pebbled beneath them, the fabric barely hiding the way they tightened under my gaze. Fucking tease.

Then, just as I was about to turn, Kerry's voice brushed against my ear, so quiet only I could hear. "Dexter..." Her breath was warm, her lips almost touching my skin. "Make sure you don't tell anyone about... releasing your seed inside me and Sister Ada."

A growl rumbled in my chest before I could stop it. Like I'd ever let that slip. But I didn't say it out loud. Instead, I just nodded, my voice a low rasp. "Don't worry, Aunt Kerry. I'll make sure nobody knows about it."

Then I followed Hina.

And fuck—the way she moved ahead of me wasn't just walking. It was a torture to just watch how her hips moved with every step, slow and deliberate, like she knew exactly how my eyes were locked onto the sway of them, the way the animal skin of her skirt teased against her thighs.

No.

This was about her.

Hina ushered me into her hut, and when I first entered it, I stopped my breath. Outwardly, it was like any other hut, shaggy and meek, and fitting in with the improvised village of the tribe. But I found it to be true as soon as I crossed the door: it was far more than just a hut.

It was a cave.

A buggering cave, so cunningly covered with the appearance of woven branches and leaves, carved right into the mountain behind the appearance.

My gaze was showing along the entrance, how the natural rock made the walls, how the ceiling was arched well over our heads. Brilliant. It is understandable that she had made this place hers. No wonder she had brought me here.

The interior was opened up, and it was very roomy, almost a luxurious interior among the stuffy huts of the tribe. I looked upon the heaps of the scattered fruits, which were heaped in one corner, with their sweet odour blending with the musky stench of the cave. The bed, however, was what drew my attention.

A slab of stone, which was flat and smooth, and overlaid with animal skins--soft, thick, welcoming. Not just for sleep. No, this was the sort of arrangement that caused a man to think how that could be used.

The type of bed you would lay a woman in, the furs would dampen her screams, and the cold rock underneath would be a contrast to the warmth of her flesh.

Real luxury.

And Hina? She was looking at me and stealing it all in, her dark eyes flickering with something that was more than pride.

Hina was ahead of me, moving her hips in a leisurely manner, and with every step she threw out my eyes were like they were drawn to her with a magnetic power. She turned back with her gaze over her shoulder and said, seeing me, "Dexter," she spoke with her silky and warm voice, "Come here. Let's find out if any of these herbs might work for you."

She took me around the corner of the cave to where the dried plants were laid out on a flat stone.

In my eyes, they all looked like the same types of grass with different leaves, as some leaves were wide, some thin, and some looked like they had a light tint of green, while others were dried, brittle brown.

As Hina spoke about the herbs, she spoke with a softer reverence, tracing her fingers over the pile as if the herbs were something sacred.

"These were gathered by Ryan and the others, over the years," she said softly, though proud, she added, "A long time ago, when we were in need of healers from other tribes, they would take our hunters out for days, to find these herbs. It was so much trouble, and sometimes they didn't even want to share the best ones with us."

She took a bunch of leaves and rubbed her fingers. "Now, when Ryan or the others find them when they are hunting, they take them here. We have been hoarding them, just in case."

Her gaze was toward mine, and there was something in the manner in which she stared at me, something about the distance between us that gave rise to a tension. "But now that you're here," she said, with a slight drop in her voice, "You can use them how you want. You know more about them than any of us."

I moved closer, and the herbs' earthy aroma filled the space between us. My fingers hovered over the heap, but they eventually settled on a long, serrated leaf plant.

I took it, started rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger, and felt the rough texture. "This one will work for you, Aunt," I said in a low and confident voice.

The air in the cave was thick, heavy with the scent of dried herbs and something else—something warmer, something alive.

Hina stepped closer, her body nearly flush against mine. The warmth of her radiated through the thin fabric of my skirt, her breath shallow and uneven as she gripped my wrist like she was afraid I'd vanish if she let go.

Hina's fingers tightened around mine, her dark eyes burning into me with an intensity that made my pulse quicken.

Her voice was soft but urgent, cutting through the silence like a blade. "Dexter... there's something I need your help with."

I didn't pull away, keeping my voice steady, my expression carefully neutral, though my pulse was already quickening. "What is it, Aunt Hina? If there's anything I can do, I'll do it."

Hina felt very nervous and uneasy, her hand shaking a bit as she looked at my face, her dark eyes reflecting a strange combination of hopelessness and something else - something untamed and weak. "Dexter..." Her voice was gone, the crack shooting a shudder through me. "Is there... is there any kind of magic herbs that can cure any disease?"

But I really don't know about any such magical herbs. So I said, "Aunt, I don't know of any such herbs." However, she had a secret - something she hid from me behind that strange question.

I moved my upper body toward her a little bit, my voice becoming softer and more persuasive, "But... only if I knew what the disease is, I could come up with something."

Hina gasped, with her teeth clenched, she gripped my wrist harder, and she hesitated, pressing her lips to a thin line. Seldom, she made a revelation barely loud enough for me to hear, "Pregnancy...? It's...about my pregnancy?"

I felt a punch in the gut with this question. I was a little bit shocked, and my stare immediately met hers. Hina's eyes neither lowered nor hesitated - they showed only a desperate, burning request which made me feel sexually irritated.

"Fuck," was my thought as my mind was already off to the places it shouldn't be - images of Hina under me, legs apart, her pussy shiny and ready for me to penetrate with my seed.

With a not-so-serious tone and a slow voice, I asked her, "Aunt, why do you need herbs for that? You just need to let Elder Ryan put his seed inside your pussy."

Her smile turned into a grimace of dislike, and her speech was tinged with annoyance, "Him?" She didn't sound amused at all when she let out a sarcastic laugh and turned my hand, which was in her grasp, to a point where the pain was almost unbearable. "His cock won't even get hard, Dexter."

I was amazed, and my face immediately showed my expression of surprise, "What?"

In a very quiet and very secretive tone, Hina's eyes looked around the cave as if the very walls were listening, said, "You really can't tell anyone about this, Dexter. Please." Her fingers, acting as if they were claws, dug into my skin, her voice quivering as she spoke.

"If the people in the tribe find out, they'll laugh at him. They'll call him weak. Ryan's reputation as a leader will be ruined." Her grip on me tightened, her voice breaking. "Promise me you won't tell."

And then it clicked. That was the reason why she did not demand herbs to heal his cock directly. She was defending him, although her own desperation was eating her up.

I nodded, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I promise, Aunt. I won't tell anyone. But when did this happen? When did his cock stop getting hard?"

Her eyes were black, her voice scarcely more than a murmur. "Since the very first night," she said, and her voice was choking with frustration.

"He has never managed to put his cock inside me. It just... stays limp. Whatever we do, however much I implore him, he is unable to get hard. He can't release his seed. And now..." Her voice wavered, her eyes gleamed with unspent tears.

The voice of Hina, who was pressing her body to mine, was cracking, and her breath was hot and uneven. "Now I am running out of time," she said, pinching my arms with her fingers in an attempt to drown, and I was the only one who could hold her up.

"My bleeding is growing lighter with each month. Soon it will cease to exist at all... and I will never be a mother". Her dark eyes shone with unwept tears, her voice brutally desperate. "I can feel it, Dexter. My body is betraying me. Each day that comes, I miss the opportunity."

Hina pressed closer, her body trembling, her voice dropping to a desperate plea. "Dexter... is there any herb that can cure him? Any treatment? Any way to fix this?" She moved her fingers, grabbing me tightly.

"I can't ask healers from other tribes. If I explain to them what's wrong, they'll laugh at Ryan. They'll spread the word, and then what? He's the village chief."

"If the others find out his cock doesn't work, they'll never respect him again. They'll call him weak. They'll take his title away. I feel so.. lost.. don't know what to do." Her voice broke, her body shaking against mine.

I looked at her. Fuck. The realization hit me like a wave: this woman was still a virgin. A Virgin Milf. My cock jerked hard... as if wanting to just pounce on her, and take her virgin pussy, but I forced myself to keep my expression neutral.

"Aunt Hina," I gulped, swallowing my saliva, my voice careful. "I... I don't know how to treat men's diseases."

I saw her face show disappointment, her shoulders slumping as the weight of my words was crushing her. "Then what am I supposed to do?" Her voice became shaky.

"Am I really cursed? Did the ancestors' spirits decide that I don't deserve to be a mother?" She suddenly looked at me with hope, "Dexter, please. You have to help your aunt get pregnant. You're the only one who can."

I exhaled slowly, my mind racing. "Aunt Hina, I—"

"No!" She cut me off, her voice rising, "Don't say you can't. Don't say there's nothing you can do. You're smart, Dexter. You know things. You have to know something." Her voice cracked, her desperation pouring out of her. "I'll do anything. Anything. Just... just help me."

Hina's breath is coming in ragged gasps. "I've prayed to the spirits. I've tried every remedy the other women suggested. Nothing works. I'm begging you, Dexter. If there's any way—any herb, any ritual, anything—you have to try."

Hina's voice was a whisper now, her body trembling against mine. "I just want to feel a child growing inside me. I want to hold my baby in my arms. I want to be a mother before it's too late."

Hina's body was hot to touch, and her breath was irregular and shallow, her breath brushing my skin like a promise. My cock was already stiff and aching with the lust that had been increasing all this time since she had drawn me into this cave.

There was a scent of dried herbs and something far more intoxicating to her. Her shaking body pushed and pressed against mine, her black eyes looking deep into my soul, filled with a desperation and something more, something hungrier, which gave me a feeling of violence.

"Aunt Hina..." My voice was hoarse, gravelly, the words stuck to my throat as my head swam with pictures I was not supposed to be thinking of. Fuck.

The manner in which her fingers were gripping my dress, the manner in which her lips were parting only a bit as she waited to hear my response--it was all too much. "I do not know how to cure Elder Ryan. But—"

She pulled me closer, her knuckles growing pale as she caught me by the rough material of my skirt. It was a broken whisper and full of shame and something worse--something that raised my pulse a notch higher.

"Dexter..." Her voice was breaking, and her dark eyes flew off a moment and then locked onto mine, raw and desperate. "I know..." She swallowed and grasped it tighter, as though I were going to yank it away. "So... There is one more request I would ask you. Please don't be angry."

I kept my voice steady, though my mind was already racing with possibilities—filthy, possessive thoughts I shouldn't be entertaining. "What is it, Aunt? I won't be angry."

Hina's breath hitched, her fingers trembling against me. "Dexter," she whispered, her voice thick with frustration and something else—something that made my cock twitch.

"No man would want to put his cock inside a dirty, used-up woman like me. But I don't have a choice." Her voice broke, her dark eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Ryan's cock is useless." Her grip on my skirt tightened, her knuckles pressing into the fabric. "He can't even get hard."

Her hand slid up my chest, her touch sending a jolt of heat straight to my groin. "But you..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my cock twitch.

"Your seed is strong, Dexter. After those herbs from your grandfather, it's potent." Her fingers tightened, her voice thick with something between envy and need.

"Why don't you just..." Her voice cracked, and a sob tore through her throat. "Why don't you just put your seed into me? Just this once."

She moved her hands on my skirt, before I knew what was going on, and in a single desperate gesture, she tore it off. I felt the coolness of the cave air on my skin, yet that was nothing compared to the heat of her gaze as she narrowed in on my aching and swollen cock.

Fuck, I said, and pictures came to my head. Hina was on her knees before me with her lips around my head, tongue swirling on my cock, then thrusting her back, and filling her perfect, untouched pussy. With that thought alone, my cock twitched and my balls throbbed to fill her.

"It must hurt, doesn't it?" Sympathy and hunger combined with the feeling, she said. Her fingers were attempting to embrace my cock, and her fingers were a shock of enjoyment along me.

She was touching my cock, and that thumb circling slowly on the wet end, going round and round, caressing the pre-cum, like a woman trying to see how far she could go.

"Being hard for a whole night, building to a release..." The way she whispered sounded like a mix of concern and excitement as she breathed hotly on my skin.

"Just put it in my pussy, Dexter, and calm it down."

I felt her thumb press into the slit, which gave me such a shock of delight that her words, "I won't tell," and her smile, "I promise," seemed to echo through my body.

The fingers of her other hand traced the back of my neck, and the nails lightly touched the skin, burning like a flash of fire across it like fireworks.

She thrust her body against mine, her voice husky with rage and lacking hope, "And if I get pregnant with your seed..." But then she gave a bitter, knowing smile, her dark eyes dancing with mine in that instant which made my heart thunder.

I looked down at Hina, each word heavy and full of hesitation. "But Aunt Hina...what about Elder Ryan?"

I should have pulled her away now. Those dark eyes would never quite fade from my own. Her breath had hitched, as if she hung on my answer-this ha feeling rumbling up my groin, my ears pounding with it. "Aunt Hina, He would be angry if he—"

"He won't be angry." Her voice cut into mine, desperate now. "Why would he be?" Her fingers dragged up my chest, each touch like hellfire searing into my groin.

"He'll have a child to call his own." Her grip tightened, unnerving my cock, her thumb swiping up and down the slick head. "He'll be proud of it. The tribe will see him as strong. Capable." Her voice cracked, and the bruising of her nails on my flesh deepened. "He wants an heir, Dexter. Somebody to hold the torch for him."

Her warm breath came out unevenly as her body pressed against mine. "And I want to give him that," she whispered with her voice breaking.

"But I can't. Not with him. Not like this." Hina locking fingers against my cock was an unwanted prelude to being pushed farther from the edge. "Dexter, I have no one else except you who can help me."

I should have stopped her. I should have said no. But her eyes shone with something, her body trembling against mine-the sight of her made my prick throb with filthy, possessive thoughts. Fuck. She looks so seductive like this, begging for me.

"Because even if we asked someone else in the tribe," she whispered, her tone thick with shame, "they wouldn't get hard." Her grip tightened, clasping on the last remaining sliver of her strength, her words dropping into a raw, broken whisper. "They'd look at me and see nothing worth breeding."

Hina's nails pressed hard into my flesh as she gasped for breath, as if afraid I would reject her. "They would turn their backs on us."Her dark eyes glistened with humiliation—and something more, something that made my cock jerk up and down with a strange mixture of pity and possessive hunger.

"They would laugh at us."Hervoice was weak and trembling. "Or worse—they would tell everyone. Then it wouldn't only be the tribe who knew." Her fingers moved shakily againstmycock, her voice full of terror. "They would know that Ryan cannot get it up. That he is not a real man."

Her body was trembling against mine, and her breath was scorching my skin. "Ryan is not the one who wants that to happen," she admitted, her voice full of sorrow. "So we only wanted to find someone who could put his seed in my pussy...but we were too scared to tell anyone."Her fingers shaken, her voice ragged. "We can't even tell the tribe. If the words got out—"

Her dark eyes darted around, showing panic. "But they are already guessing. I can see it in their eyes. The way they look at me when they think I am not looking."Her voice sounded broken, and her arms around me became tighter.

"The women in the tribe smile at me, respect me to my face..."Her breath was shallow, her eyes watery and full of pain. "But behind my back?" Her voice was so low that it was more like a whisper. "'What's wrong with her?' 'Is she cursed?' 'A woman who can't have children. A loser.'"

Her hand moved up my chest, her touch seeking, her nails scratching slightly on my skin. "But you..." Her voice was a whisper, her dark eyes locking with mine. "You're the only one." Her fingers tightened around my cock, giving me a shiver of delight.

"Yesterday, your cock went hard even if Kerry and I were in front of you." Her thumb moved on the tip, making me feel a quick pleasure. "And now..." She stopped with her voice breaking and her body quivering. "It's still hard even with a dirty woman like me, isn't it?"

"Perhaps my prayers were heard by the ancestors," she murmured, her dark eyes shining. "Maybetheyled you to this tribe... to support me."Her free hand holding my face, her thumb moving over my mouth, shaking. "Nobody would suspect the baby is yours," she hissed, her voice hoarse.

"They will believe the herbs you gave me made me fertile."Hereyes staring deep into mine, her voice breaking. "They will think Ryan is the one who became a father at last."

"I really don't want to be a cursed woman anymore, Dexter," she whispered, her voice shaking. Once more, her thumb stroked over the head of my dick, sending shivers through my body.

"The only thing I want is to feel a baby developing inside me. I want to hold my baby. I want to become a mother as soon as possible, before time runs out."

"Just once, Dexter... Please..."Her dark eyes were open wide, full of pleading, and her body trembling with desperation. "I'm only asking you for this. Just once. I need nothing else."

She sped up the stroking, her touch making me almost reach the climax zone. "Give me what I have been asking for till now." Her breath was short, and her voice full of desire. "Give me a child. Give me your sperm."

I don't know why she is stroking me like a modern woman... I guess she must have tried it with Ryan when she couldn't get his cock up.

Her other hand came down, her fingertips following my cock before covering my balls, pleasure radiating through me. "I will," she said huskily, full of desperation, "do anything that you want. Just don't refuse me." Her glower burnt into me, her being shook.

"I will belong to you, Dexter. Just... once. Don't make me feel like the only woman whom you don't care about. Stop me from feeling like I am not worth something from time to time."

Damn. My thoughts were dark and twisted, my head was practically drowning with scenes of her under me already—legs spread wide, her pussy shining, hungry for me to take her.

She's craving it. Craving my cum.. asking me to fill her womb.

My cock swelled even harder in her grip, my balls drawing up tight with the urge to bury myself deep and empty every last drop inside her—just like I had with Kerry, fucking her until she was trembling, her body clenching around me as I filled her so full she couldn't help but gush for me.

"Please, Dexter," she requested again, her voice broken, her body pressing against mine. "I beg you. I want this. Don't refuse me." Waves of pleasure ran through me when her fingers moved faster along my cock.

"Only once. That's all I'm asking for. Just once, let me feel like I'm not a cursed woman, make me a mother, Dexter.. please.. that's all I want. something." Tears filled her eyes, and her voice was soft with need. "Let me keep this. Let me have you."

Hmm...." Her free hand moved down, fingers touching my balls, a light but insistent touch. "Dexter... now I have no other choice than to beg you... If there was any other option.. I would have already tried it."

I could actually imagine the kind of sounds she'd make, how pathetic she must sound as I slide in and out of her for the first time, feeling that perfect, tight little pussy squeeze around me.

Beg me to go deeper...harder, breed her until the seed was just dripping out of her. The realization made my cock pulse in her hand, my balls tightening as I felt the urge to own her.

Just one time, Dexter," and she said it on a sort of whisper of desire.

"Aunt Hina..." I said in a low warning voice, because if she keeps doing that... I may really make her pregnant. "I don't know... what to do... "

Hina's eyes were looking at me arrogantly as if she would not take no for an answer, and that made my heart pound in my ears. "I know," she whimpered, her voice husky & shaky, her fingers still gripping my cock like she was afraid of letting go.

She squeezed down, "Just breed me, Dexter. Breed me. Give me what I need." Her voice was gruff, her body pressed up against mine, her hot, make me feel itchy.

"Please..." she was moving her fingers more quickly over me, making me impossibly close to cumming hard just on her hand, and her eyes were bright with tears unshed.

But just as the tension between us was about to bubble over, a voice sliced right through the heavy atmosphere of that cave.

"Dexter... are you here?"

Hina jerked as if burned, her hand slipping from my cock. Her black eyes went wide with horror, breath freezing in her throat. Kerry. I snatched up my lay skirt and tied it around me, my cock raging in unspent desire.

"Hina," she whispered, panicked whisper again, fingers grasping my arm. "Dexter ... please don't tell Kerry I said that." Her dark eyes were wide, pleading, her lean body shaking with fear of discovery. "Please. She can't know. No one can."

I nodded curtly, jaw bunched with frustration. Hina took a deep breath and calmed herself, though it was hard to clear her visible embarrassment from her face as she called out in a carefully controlled voice. "Kerry, come in. Dexter's here."

The flap of the hut was raised, and Kerry entered, her keen eyes taking in the cave at a glance. She looked at Hina for a moment, expression unfathomable, before focusing on me.

"Thought I'd come down and see if Dexter could use a little help with those herbs," she said, her tone innocent, yet something in her eyes let me know that she knew and made my skin prickle.

"Hmm... " I said, trying to make my voice sound as steady and even when there was still a fire in my cock wanting to blast out like a flamethrower. "Aunty Kerry, I've already got the herbs from Aunty Hina."

Kerry's gaze moved from the bunch of dried leaves I was holding and returned to mine. "Then let's go back.. Ruth is still waiting," she said, her voice creamy but her eyes sharp, trained on me with an uncomfortably directness that left me wondering just how much she'd overheard. "Dexter, do you have to make a paste with those herbs?"

My mind raced. A paste. If I were to formulate a paste, maybe I could add something modern — something that would really do Ruth some good, perhaps even Ada too, and keep the secret. "Yes," I replied, my voice level. "In order for the herbs to work better, we should make a paste out of them."

Hina's fingers twitched at her side, disappointment as she was disturbed at this moment when she was so close to having my cock. She nibbled her lower lip, with a look that was both vexed and lustful. "Dexter ..." she began, barely a breath's worth, and then stopped herself, her shoulders deflating half-heartedly.

I looked at her in my growly voice. "Thank you, Aunt, for the herbs."

Hina managed a tight, little half-smile, and her voice was barely able to be heard. "No ... No, nothing," she whispered, although her dark eyes gave away the storm of emotions inside her — despair, shame, and a raw, starving need unquenched.

I rose and accompanied Kerry back to the house, gripping the plants and aching with need that had not been slaked. The cool air outside the cave had done very little to sate the flames that threatened to consume me.

Only my head was heavy with Hina — how she'd pleaded, the way her body had been against mine, her voice breaking in desperation. Fuck, I said to myself, clenching my jaw. This isn't over.

We made it to Ruth's hut and stood outside. But all I could do was think of Hina—her deep eyes, her shaking fingers, the way she'd whispered "breed me" like it was some kind of salvation.

And fuck, I wanted to. More than I should. More than I could admit.

Kerry's voice cut through the fog in my head, sharp and coated with something that sent my pulse sky high.

"Dexter?" she countered, her voice laced with interest as she ran her dark eyes up and down me, settling just a fraction of an instant too long on the strained fabric of my leaf skirt against the hard line of my shaft beneath.

"You seem... distracted." She gave me a small smirk of knowing, as if she already felt the storm of want tearing through me.

I let out a deep breath, my voice raspy and guttural as I busied myself in the kitchen, my cock still throbbing from Hina's hand running on it, from getting her to ask me to make her pregnant with my child. I said, working the gravel out of my voice. "I am okay, Aunt, don't worry."

But I wasn't.

My cock was like iron, aching with pent-up demand, and the sound of Hina's frantic begging echoed in my head. I could even sense the spectre of her fingers enveloping me, the feel of her body against mine, the fitful rhythm of what passed for a breath as she'd begged in a whisper: "I want you to breed me now, Dexter." Just the thought had my cock twinging and my balls all heavy and tight with need.

Kerry pierced my musings, sharp and knowing. "Dexter," she purred, her black eyes wandering over me with an appetite that sent my blood pressure shooting. "You seem lost. Trust your aunt and tell me what is troubling you."

I moved and felt it when my leaf skirt didn't do much of anything to cover. I looked up at Kerry, my voice a low growl of frustration.

"Aunt Kerry..." I said, pretending to be in pain. "I don't know what's happening.. it's just that..." I looked down at the leaf skirt, which barely hid the cock between my legs. "My cock has become hard again. And Ruth's pussy is sore, so I can't put my cock in her pussy to calm it down."

Kerry's eyes widened and lowered to my skirt, they snapped back up to my face, even darker than before, as whatever it was in her look burned its way straight through me.

"It has become hard again?" she questioned, her voice a blend of stunned and something much worse—something that had my cock twitching to what she said.

Kerry opened her mouth, her breath coming in ragged, she was gasping for breath as she looked at the outline of hardcock, her eyes lingering on the bulge straining against my skirt. Her fingers twitched at her sides, claws curling into her palms like she was fighting the urge to rip the skirt off me and wrap those filthy hands around my cock.

MotherFucker.

I was already thinking of Kerry on her knees, her lustful eyes locked onto mine as she gagged on my thick cock, her lips stretched so wide that her drool would start dripping down her chin to her tits, making them wet.

I could almost hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her throat struggling to take me, her nose pressing against my pubes as I fucked her face like a worthless slut.

Or I could also bend her over, her ass high in the air, her tight, glistening pussy already drooling for my hard cock to fuck her, the pussy swollen and red from last night's brutal beating of my balls against her pussy.

I could almost see her in my head, her juices dripping down her thighs as she moaned, "Please, Dexter, give me your cock... I want to remember that feeling of squirting again and breed me like the animal I am."

Kerry's voice brought me back to reality, and she said with hesitation throaty growl, thick with lust and need. "Dexter..." The way she whispered my name made my cock jump with excitement, pre-cum already soaking the leaf skirt.

I saw Kerry moving her hand and touching my cock over the leaf skirt, feeling its hardness.

"If you want..." Her tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, wetting her lips as her gaze burned into mine. "To release your seed... again." A dark, hungry smirk curled her lips. "I could... help you with my pussy."

I noticed Kerry looked like a slut in heat, as if she also wanted to be fucked hard again. I chukled thinking Kerry won't be able to forget about it.. and will become slave to my cock..

"But Aunt Kerry..." I forced myself to sound concerned, even as my mind screamed to bend her over and ruin her. "Isn't your pussy still swollen from last night? I fucked you so hard you could barely walk."

She bit her lip, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face. "Hm..." Her fingers trailed down her thigh, teasing the edge of her leaf skirt. "It stings..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, filthy and raw. "But I can still take it... I can take you, Dexter. No matter how rough you are."

My cock throbbed, pre-cum soaking through the fabric. "Aunt Kerry... you're the best."

The hut loomed ahead—Ada, Kina, fucking Ruth still inside, waiting. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to focus. "Let me prepare the medicine first. Ruth needs it." I let my gaze drag over Kerry's body, my voice dropping to a low, promising growl. "And after... I'll need your help."

Kerry's eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips again. She knew what that meant.

We moved toward the hut, and Kina's voice cut through the thick sexual tension. "Dexter! You're here!"

I turned to Kerry and Kina, my voice steady despite the filthy thoughts racing through my head. "Bring me two stones. Flat ones. For grinding the herbs."

They returned with two square slabs and a smaller pestle, their movements practiced and efficient. They'd seen healers before—they knew the ritual of preparation. But they didn't know what I was really planning.

As I mashed the herbs, my gaze flicked between them—Kerry's smoldering hunger, Kina's curious innocence, Ada's watchful approval, Ruth's pained anticipation. I cleared my throat, my voice deliberately calm.

"Aunt Kerry..." I let my words drip with false concern. "I need to be alone with Ruth for this. No distractions. It's necessary."

No one questioned it. They filed out, leaving me alone with Ruth's trembling, naked body.

I stripped away her leaf skirt, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy was a mess—swollen, angry red, the lips puffy and glistening with fresh cum and her own juices. The scent of fucked cunt filled the air, thick and intoxicating.

With a thought, I pulled up the Supermarket Store, dumping 20 Pervert Points into a soothing cream, which was also green colored.

The real herb paste vanished into my System Storage; I had no idea what that herb was and what its effect would be, so I couldn't apply it to Ruth and others it might harm them.

I sent the paste that I created to system storage.

I smeared the cream onto the stone, letting it pool like freshly crushed medicine.

Ruth gasped as I applied it, her back arching off the bed. "Aaaah ...hmmm—Dexter, It... aaah It's cold but the burning feeling from my pussy—it's gone.. hmmm... don't poke your fingers... aaaaaaah" Her moans were music, her pussy clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.

I chukled and said, " Ruth.. you have to heal soon..., my cock is still hard... waiting to be inside your pussy... "

Ruth nodded, "Hmmm...."

I stroked her thigh, my fingers dangerously close to her slit. "Rest. I'll tell the others you're healing."

Outside, Kerry and the others waited. "The medicine's applied. She'll be fine soon."

Kerry's voice was a velvet purr, dripping with lust. "Dexter... you must be exhausted." Her eyes flicked to the stone in my hand—the last of the cream. She knew. "Come to my hut and take a Rest there."

I nodded, bidding Kina and Ada farewell as they slipped inside to check on Ruth. Then I followed Kerry to her hut.

The moment the flap closed behind us, I lost control.

I pounced, shoving her against the wall, my hard cock pressing against her ass through the flimsy leaf skirt. She moaned, her leaf skirt tearing as I yanked it off, exposing her bare, glistening cunt and heavy, swaying tits.

Kerry said, " Aaaaah... Dexter... hmmmm.. "

"You are such a horny slut," I whispered, grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples hard and pulling them up as I rubbed my cock against her ass. "You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Dreaming about my cock stretching your used-up pussy?"

"Yes.. aaaaaah fuck... hmmmm..." She whimpered, her ass pushing back, begging for it. I shoved her forward, bending her over the stone bed, her tits pressing into the rough surface.

I didn't waste time. I spat on my hand, slicking up my cock before lining it up with her dripping entrance. "You want this, Aunt Kerry? You want me to fuck you like an animal until you scream?"

"YES!" She cried out as I slammed into her, her pussy stretching obscenely around my thick, veiny hard cock. "AAAAAAH.. aaaah hmmm... FUCK aaaaaah IT'S TOO MUCH " Her pussy clenched, milking me, her juices gushing as I pounded into her with brutal, relentless strokes.

"Aunt.. tell me the truth?" I snarled, grabbed her waist, my balls slapping against her clit with every violent thrust. "You love being my fucking slut, my breeding bitch..." I reached around, rubbing her clit in rough, demanding circles, her moans turning into screams.

Hhhmm... Aaaaaaaaah Dexter..." It was a low, drunk murmur that Kerry indulged me with, her fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over my chest, as she lay under me, with her legs still shivering with the last orgasm that I had given her.

The pulses of her thighs were drawn together, and all in vain, her passion was already oozing between them, and making her skin glow.

"I just... can't forget about last night..." Her breath hitched, her hips lifting up, trying to push my cock deep in her pussy out of instinct.

"How, you made me squirt... and even licked my asshole..." She whimpered, her voice dropping to a shameful whisper. "Being bred by your cock... I can't stop thinking about it."

I gripped her jaw, my fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. "Aunt." The word was a claim, a warning. "Listen closely." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a dark promise.

"You are mine now. And that means Mitt doesn't fucking exist." My grip tightened, my tone dropping to a growl.

"If you let that pathetic excuse for a man touch what's mine..." I let the threat hang, my free hand sliding down to grip her throat, not hard enough to choke, but enough to make her feel it.

"You won't get this again." I pulled my cock out and rubbed it against her thigh, already hardening at the thought of punishing her.

Kerry's breath came faster, her eyes widening—fear? Lust?—before her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them. "Hmm... Dexter..." She tried to sound stern, but her voice trembled, as if she were panicked.

"Don't..." A weak protest. "I'll never let Mitt's filthy hands near me again..." Her fingers curled into the furs beneath her, her voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "Just... don't ignore me, okay...? I need you..."

I didn't answer.

Instead, my hand cracked across her ass, a sharp, stinging slap that made her head snap to the side. "AAAH—!" Kerry gasped, her hand flying to her ass, her eyes were wide with shock.

I snarled and pulled her hair, drawing her head back, making her look at me. "You belong to me." The other hand knocked into her once more, still on the other asscheek, making a noise that reverberated through the hut. "Say it."

"Aaaah—! Yours!" She said instantly, her asscheeks flaming red, her pussy dripping with need. "I'm yours, Dexter.... aaaah Mitt is nothing.. Your cock is the only thing that matters."

"Good," I growled, my free hand sliding down to pinch her nipple, twisting just hard enough to make her whimper. "But I think you need a reminder of who your body belongs to."

Before she could react, I slammed my cock into her pussy in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the root. "AAAAAAAAAA... aaaaah hmmm... FUCK.... " Kerry's scream was raw, her back arching off the bed, her nails raking down my arms as I pounded into her, my hips snapping against hers with enough force to leave bruises.

"You like that, don't you?" I snarled, my hand cracking across her tits, making them jiggle. "Taking my cock like a good little slut." My teeth sank into her nipple, biting down hard enough to make her scream, her pussy clenching around me.

"AAAAH—! Yes—! Fuck—!" Kerry's voice was a broken cry, her body trembling beneath me. "It hurts—but it's so good—!"

I didn't let up.

My hand slapped her tits again, the sound sharp. "You're mine, Kerry," I growled, my cock pistoning into her with relentless force.

"Every inch of you." My mouth latched onto her other nipple, biting, sucking, leaving marks as I fucked her harder, my hips slamming into hers. "Your pussy..." Thrust

. "Your ass..." Thrust. "Even your dirty fucking armpits."

With that, I yanked her arm up, my tongue dragging along the sensitive skin of her armpit, tasting her sweat, her musk. Kerry shrieked, her body jerking, her pussy gushing around my cock.

"AAAA aaaah aaaaah hmmm... Dexter hmm.. ummm.. That's so dirty aaaaaah hmmm...!" She squirmed, but I held her still, my tongue licking, my teeth nipping, my cock fucking her without mercy.

"Nothing's wrong when it's mine," I growled against her skin, my breath hot, my voice a dark purr. "You love it. You crave it." My hand slapped her pussy, the sound wet, obscene. "Admit it."

"AAAAH—! I do—!" Kerry's voice broke, her body shuddering, her pussy squirting around my cock, her release spraying between us. "I love it! I crave you... aaah hmmm.... Only you..."

"That's right," I snarled, my thrusts turning punishing, my cock swelling inside her. "And you're going to cum for me like the whore you are."

"I'M CUMMING... aaaaaaaaaah..." Kerry's scream was guttural, her body seizing as her release exploded around my cock, her pussy convulsing, drenching me in scalding waves. I didn't slow down. I couldn't. My balls drew tight, my own climax coiling, a storm ready to break.

"Take it," I growled, my hand slapping her clit, making her scream. "Take every fucking drop of my hot cum.. inside your hungry pussy."

With a final thrust, I buried my cock deep inside her pussy, almost touching her womb, and unleashed my cum, blasting into her in thick, scalding ropes, filling her so full her belly actually swelled for a second before her walls clenched, milking me for every last drop of cum.... " Here take my seed.. in your hungry pussy.. aaaaah aaaaah " I groaned as I came hard.

Kerry screamed, her body shuddering, her pussy pulsing, her juices and my cum flooding out of her, dripping onto the furs in obscene, sticky rivulets. She kept moaning as my cum kept hitting her inside ''Aah aaaaah aaaaaah aaaaah "

I pulled out slowly with a pop sound, my cock glistening, still hard, and reached my two fingers into her used pussy, making her gasp. "Remember this, Aunt Kerry," I growled, my voice a dark promise.

"Every time you even think of Uncle Mitt..." I curled my fingers, pressing against her G-spot, making her whimper. "You're going to remember my hand on your tits... my teeth on your nipples... my tongue in your armpit..." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "...and my cock owning your dirty pussy."

Kerry's breath sped, and she was panting hard; she was covered in sweat, her pussy dripping around my fingers. "Aaaah..." Her voice was weak, broken. "I will..." She reached up, her fingers brushing my chest, her touch trembling. "I promise..."

I chukled, pulling my fingers out with a wet pop, then shoving them into her mouth, making her taste herself. "Good," I said with excitement. "Because I'm not done with you yet." My hand slapped her ass, hard. "Turn over. I want that asshole next."

I looked at Kerry's longing look.. and she was expecting to be treated more harshly. She is really a masochist.

Kerry took a breath, and her chest rose and fell with the fat beads of sweat streaming down her back. My cum was running between her thighs like slow, lewd streaks out of her swollen, well-used pussy, the flesh inflamed and bloody, swollen and flushed, puffed up by the violent way I had whammed it.

I picked her up without any kind of prior notice, and her legs automatically hooked around my waist, and she hung onto me, her arms floating around my shoulders. It was a voice of breathless disbelief, and was sprinkled with disbelief:

"Dexter... what are you?"

I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing the sound before pulling back just enough to murmur against her lips. "Aunt Kerry..." My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, teasing. "How deep do you think my cock would reach... if I took that tight little asshole right now—just like this?"

She squirmed, her nails biting into my skin. "Dexter—put me down! You'll hurt yourself, I'm too Heavy."

"Heavy?" My laugh was low, rough, as I rocked her against me—letting her feel the steel still trapped between us. "Aunt, you're not heavy enough to stop me."

Then I saw it.

A shadow, slipping into the doorway—not just movement, but presence, sharp enough to jolt my pulse into a sprint. Fuck.

Before I could even breathe, the figure stepped inside.

My cock twitched, pressing obscenely against Kerry's ass as my gaze locked onto the intruder. The air thickened.

"Dexter... Kerry..." A voice—cool, measured, dangerously calm. "What are you...?"

I thought the game was over this time.

Kerry's body went rigid. She couldn't see the face, but that voice— "Hina—!"

Her legs unlocked from my waist in an instant, her thighs sliding down my body. My cock dragged against her stomach, slick with sweat and her own, as she whirled to face the newcomer. "Hina, it's not what you think—Dexter was just healing me—!"

I followed her gaze.

Hina had already sealed the door flap behind her, fingers lingering on the fabric like she was trapping us. Her face wasn't angry. Not yet.

But then her eyes dropped.

The heavy air in the room seemed to stick to our skin as Hina's eyes followed the mess between Kerry's legs. My cum was still slowly dripping down her thighs, shiny and thick. The space between her legs looked swollen and red from how hard we'd gone at it.

"Have you really let him..." Hina's voice got quieter, sounding almost sad rather than angry.

"Just waste his seed inside you like this? You should know better, Kerry." Her eyes snapped up to meet Kerry's, sharp and accusing.

"It's wrong to let something so precious just spill out like this." She paused, her voice dropping even lower. "It would be better if he just... put it inside...."

She stopped talking, but the silence felt heavier than her words. I could tell what she was thinking - she wanted that for herself. Wanted my seed inside her instead, wanted to be the one carrying what Kerry was letting drip away.

The atmosphere of the room became more oppressive, and Hina wheeled her stinging eyes upon me, with an expression of anger and of something beside it--something that raised my heartbeat.

"You two have really surprised me," she said, dripping with false indignation. "I just wanted to take a look at Ruth after she took those herbs. But when I asked them where you were, they told me to come here."

I could feel the falsity of her voice in the daylight. She had not come here accidentally. No, she had come in search of me--where we had been off together last time, I suppose. Her tendency to keep on peeking down at my cock, the manner her breath was hitching a little as she spoke, all that told her.

She had not come there without a mission, and she had come with a purpose, and now that she'd found me in this compromising position, she was recalculating, adjusting her plans on the fly.

"I definitely wasn't expecting to walk in on... this." She gestured disgustedly at Kerry's thighs. "Kerry, you're supposed to be his elder. How could you let him do this to you? Don't know you know about Tribes' rules."

"Aunt Hina, you misunderstood," I said smoothly, keeping my voice calm. "I was healing Aunt Kerry. She's been having problems - leaking pussy, and her nipples have been really hard. I was just... treating her."

Kerry jumped in, her voice high with panic. "Yes! That's right, Hina. Dexter was just healing me. His... his seed is special. It's..." She stopped suddenly, her face going pale as she realized what she'd just said. "Oh no..."

Hina's eyebrows shot up. "Special?" Her voice was dangerously quiet now. "And what does that have to do with you letting him breed you until his seed drips out of you, Kerry?"

This room was even tighter. Kerry appeared as though she would rather vanish as her hands twisted each other. I knew Hina had his mind working, putting things together. This was not going to be a simple case to talk the way out.

The mouth of Kerry opened and closed again like a fish that is gasping. Her large eyes looked at me wildly, without uttering a word, imploring, imploring, that I would be able to wave my magic wand and make this scene vanish.

But I was as lost as I could get, with Hina standing there as a judge, with her incisive eyes dashing to and fro between the flushed and guilty features of Kerry and the unmistakable evidence that still shone on her thighs.

Hina broke the silence with a low and dangerous voice. "Kerry... is there something that you are hiding from me?" She took a step closer. "Tell me the truth."

Kerry gulped, and her fingers clenched. One more time, she looked at me and turned back to Hina, and her voice was barely more than a whisper. "Hina... you must not say anything of this. Please. It's about Dexter's safety. You have to promise me first."

Hina crossed her arms, studying Kerry's face for a long moment before giving a slow nod. "Fine. I promise. Now talk."

Kerry took a shaky breath. "Dexter's seed isn't just normal. It acts like medicine. Healing medicine because of the herbs his grandfather fed him." Her cheeks burned brighter as she rushed on.

Kerry's voice wavered as she spun her half-truths, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "That's why he can get hard around dirty women like us."

I watched the reaction of Hina when Kerry was talking. Her gaze fell down almost involuntarily on my rock-hard cock.

I could see the breast of Hina lift and fall at a slow, restrained breath. She made a moment of allowing her pink tongue to come out and lick her lips that had suddenly become dry before she appeared to jerk back to herself. Her features twisted, the momentary glimpses of something wild and hungry shifted in their place by her normal scowl.

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