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Chapter 7 - 89 to 100

Hina twitched her fingers on her sides, with the whitening of her knuckles.

I could even imagine the war occurring behind her eyes, the shock on seeing what she had seen, the unbelief at the explanation Kerry gave, and something more, something darker, more complex than that, which flashed across her face before she could conceal it.

Hina's voice emerged as a strained one when she eventually spoke. "So you're telling me..." She waved a hand in the direction of my cock, then of the mess that was left on the thighs of Kerry.

"This is all just... him trying to heal you?" Her tone left no mistaking her as she was not buying the story wholesale, but she was not yet prepared to dismiss it as an outright lie.

Kerry nodded viciously, but her eyes were unable to look fully into Hina's eyes. "Yes, exactly. Dexter was just helping me.... That's all."

Hina's gaze flicked between us, her sharp eyes missing nothing. The way Kerry couldn't quite look at her. The way I stood there unapologetically, my cock still visible and half-hard.

Our evidence of our treatment was still dripping down on the thighs of Kerry. She sighed again, and I could see that her chest was going up and down, a little quicker than usual.

The hut was electrified to something like what comes before lightning strikes. The shrewd eyes of Hina were flitting back and forth between us, her brain evidently whirling out as she thought of everything.

But it was not merely shock that I saw in her face; there was something blacker, something that raised my blood pressure.

I maintained a steady, quiet tone of voice, made eye contact with her.

I kept my voice calm and steady, holding her gaze. "Yes, Aunt Hina. My seed can heal women's illnesses. But those herbs have a side effect - they make my cock painfully hard." I let my words sink in before continuing.

"I have to release many times to relieve the pressure. That's what Aunt Kerry was helping me with - using her pussy to ease my suffering."

Then I added, my voice dripping with false generosity, "Please don't blame Aunt Kerry. It's my fault she had to help me like this."

Inside, I was smirking - I knew exactly what buttons I was pushing. Hina would do anything now to be the one receiving my seed instead of Kerry.

Hina's head whipped between Kerry and me, her dark eyes sparkling with a new light - something almost predatory. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips as she asked, "So... does anyone else know about this special treatment of yours?"

Kerry fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric. "Sister Ada knows," she blurted out, the words spilling from her lips before she could stop them. "Last night, Dexter... he had to release inside us. His cock gets so hard it hurts if he doesn't. We were just helping him."

Now that the dam had broken, Kerry seemed unable to stop the flood of words. Her face flushed as she continued, her voice breathless with remembered pleasure. "And when our pussies get wet and our nipples harden? That's because our assholes..." She bit her lip, then rushed on. "They kind of pulse and breathe. So Dexter put it in mine and Sister Ada's assholes to heal us."

Kerry's confession hung in the air like thick incense. Hina's face cycled through shock, disbelief, and then something darker as Kerry described what we'd done. Her mouth actually fell open when Kerry mentioned the asshole part.

"Wait—wait—WAIT!" Hina's voice cracked as she held up her hands, her dark eyes wide with horror and something else that made my cock twitch.

"You're telling me... You let him put his DICK... in your ASSHOLE?!" Her gaze darted between us, landing on my still-hard cock before snapping back up, her cheeks flushing dark red.

She took a step back, her hand flying to her chest as if to steady herself. But then her eyes dropped again, this time lingering on the mess between Kerry's thighs. I saw her throat work as she swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips.

"That's... that's not possible!" Hina stammered, but her eyes betrayed her. They kept flicking down to my cock, then to Kerry's well-used pussy, then back to my cock again. "How could that even... I mean, wouldn't it HURT? Wouldn't it be... dirty?"

Kerry, now fully caught up in the memory, didn't notice Hina's growing arousal. "At first it does," she admitted, her voice getting breathy. "But Dexter's saliva makes it slippery, and then when he pushes in—" She let out a little moan just remembering it. "Ohhh, it stretches you in this amazing way, and then when he starts moving—"

"ENOUGH!" Hina snapped, but her voice was husky now, her breath coming faster. She pressed her thighs together slightly, and I could see her nipples hardening against her dress. "I don't... I don't need to hear the details!"

But she did. Oh, she absolutely did. Her eyes were glued to my cock now, watching as it pulsed slightly at Kerry's description. I could practically see the war happening inside her—her proper upbringing fighting against the raw, animal lust that was clearly winning.

"And you... you SQUIRTED from that?" Hina's voice dropped to a whisper, her tongue sneaking out to wet her lips again. "From having his cock in your... in your asshole?"

Kerry nodded in excitement, and her face flushed. "So much! It felt as though nothing I ever felt before! I was trembling all through, and I just — " She made a little spraying motion with her hands, her eyes glazing over with memory.

The gasp of Hina came out with a crackle. Her fingers twitched against her, and she muttered, but her eyes were dark with fascination.. "That is not, that is not normal," she said to herself, but her eyes were black with interest. " Pissing yourself while breeding.."

Her eyes flashed over at me, and I caught a glimpse of it--the naked lust that was there, the blown-up pupils. She licked her lips once more, more slowly this time, her tongue was coming too long.

Hina's voice cut through the silence, sharp yet unsteady. "So after Dexter released his inside you—did it heal your pussy? Your nipples?" Her gaze flickered, as if the words themselves burned.

Kerry only nodded, her throat too tight to speak.

Hina exhaled slowly, her breath hitching. "Does Ruth know?" The question hung between them, hollow—her mind already spiraling elsewhere. Her fingers traced restless circles on her thighs, pressing harder with each pass. The air thickened as her chest rose and fell, each inhale deeper, more ragged than the last.

Kerry shook her head. " When Ruth squirted, she fainted. She doesn't know anything."

Hina darkened his face, though not with anger, but with something even more dangerous. Her eyes swept up and down me, and then to my cock, and then up to my eyes. Her voice was low and husky in her next words.

"We can not tell anybody about this," said she, and her gaze was fixed on my cock. "It's too dangerous. People would... they would attempt to use Dexter in case they were aware of what Dexter's seed could do."

I could feel that Hina was pressing her thigh against mine, her animal skin skirt rubbing against my leg. The air between us grew heavy--sweet with her musk, heavy with the odour of arousal, that sort of smell that made my cock twitch with hunger. She bent; her breath was hot on my ear.

"Dexter," she said, in a voice that was dripping with feigning care. But something more real came through it--the damp, abject desire of a woman who must be used.

" Don't be afraid," she said to me, her fingers jerking in her side, as though she were struggling to grasp me. "Your secret's safe with me." A pause.

Her eyes went down to the tight swelling between my legs, and her tongue was pouring over her lips like it would already savor me. "But Dexter, you can't keep hurting your Aunt pussy like this."

Hina pointed to where Kerry sat, looking at her thighs shining with my cum, and her swollen pussy lips still sore with my breeding, and said, "Look at your Aunt Kerry's pussy, still a-swollen with breeding. She must be hurting her a lot."

Then, lower, darker: " So if you need help to calm your cock you can also ask me for help."

I knew the game. The pretense of concern was just foreplay—her cunt was begging for my seed, greedy for the stretch of my cock.

The Hina had her hand on me then, and it was her palm that blazed through the thighs, grabbing my cock. "Dexter..." she purred, and stroking my cock with inexcusable slowness, her fingers followed the thick vein, which throbbed where she touched it. "Does your cock still need a pussy, hmm? It is so hard. Does it want more?"

Her answer was the throb of my cock in her grip. Her lips were open, her eyes glazed, she looked up at me, a pleading, beseeching look of a woman in heat. For a second, I let her squirm. Let her beg.

But the scrap of morality still clinging to my ribs like a leech pissed me off. These women—Kerry, Hina, Ruth—they thought they could manipulate me. Toy with me like some untried boy. Fuck that. I was the real boss here—the law. The king of this world didn't know it yet.

With a snarl, I crushed the last of my hesitation under my heel. Ethics? Points? Meaningless. This world was mine to take. Women like Kerry—eager to spread for me, to lie for me—proved it. Why waste time playing by rules that didn't bind me?

I grabbed Hina by her tits, my fingers digging into her jiggling tits. And she cried out, and her body arched back, as I got hold of the nipples and squeezed them hard. "Aaaah—Dexter, don't—!" Her protest dissolved into a moan, her body betraying her as she pressed into my touch, her thighs clenching together.

Aunt, drop the skirt, I growled, and my voice was rough with command. "Let me see that pussy of yours."

She followed, shaking, her fingers stumbling over the animal skin skirt. The skirt slipped down her hips and lay at her ankles, exposing the twinkling, swollen folds of her pussy. She was dripping, and her arousal covered her thighs, and her clit was already swollen and crying out to be touched.

"Fuck," I muttered, my cock throbbing painfully. "Look at you. Already soaking for me."

Hina whimpered, her hands gripping her own tits, squeezing them as she offered herself to me. "Dexter... put your cock in you must be feeling painful.."

But before she could finish, before I could shove her onto her knees and bury myself in her tight heat— Chaos.

Shouts erupted outside. Cheers. The thunder of approaching feet.

Hina froze, her skirt still tangled around her ankles, her pussy exposed and glistening. She quickly lifted her skirt up and tied it back. Hina went out to peek outside the hut, and said, "It's—it's Mitt—he is back!"

Kerry and I barely had time to yank on our leaf-skirt coverings before Mitt barreled in, his voice booming: "Kerry! Dexter! —"

Mitt noticed Hina was also here. "Hina," he said, his voice rough. "You're here too."

"Mitt," Kerry said smoothly, wiping the last traces of my cum from her thighs with the back of her hand. "What's the commotion?"

"Ha.. Ha. Ha. Ha.!" Mitt's grin split his face. "We took down a great prey this time. Don't have to worry about food for many days! But we need hands to haul it back—" His gaze flicked to me. "Dexter. Come with me...this time. I will show you around, and we have a job to do. Ryan and Tusk are still waiting."

Kerry's hand shot out, gripping my arm. "He's just a child, Mitt. What if—"

Mitt's voice cut through the hesitation: "Don't worry—it's completely safe." Before I could respond, he turned toward the door. "Dexter, I'm calling more people. Come out—we have to leave. Now." The door flap shut behind him.

Hina's arms wrapped around me, her grip tight. "You don't have to go," she whispered.

But curiosity gnawed at me. What had Mitt so worked up? And I'd barely scratched the surface of this world. One quick look couldn't hurt...

Kerry, her gaze locked onto me, sharp as flint. "Listen to me, Dexter." She grabbed my wrist, her calluses rough against my skin.

"Out there. You see teeth or tusks or anything bigger than a damn horse, you run. Straight back here. No hesitation. No pride." Her voice dropped. "And if you get lost, I swear to the gods, I'll skin Mitt alive for dragging you into this."

These women, this tribe... they'd learn soon enough who really held the power here.

"I'm going," I said, shrugging off Hina's hold. "The tribe needs me."

Kerry stepped forward, her fingers brushing mine. "Then come back quick," she murmured. "I'll be waiting."

I leaned in, my lips grazing her ear. "Get that tight little pussy ready for me. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't walk straight for days."

Her breath hitched. A promise sealed.

I walked out of the hut with Kerry and Hina following me out... and Outside, Mitt had already rallied the young men—Patt, Eric, Noah, Liam. Their laughter was a wild thing, untamed.

Hina planted herself in front of him, hands on her hips. "What in the world did you kill that needs a dozen men to haul back?"

"A mammoth!" Mitt roared. "Enough meat to feed us for many days!"

My blood hummed. A mammoth. Prey. And if this world had beasts like that... what else lurked in the shadows?

Mitt's voice cut through the murmur of the tribe—"Let's go bring that mammoth back." The words hung like a challenge.

I turned to Kerry and Hina first, their goodbyes stiff with something unspoken—reluctance, or maybe warning. Then I fell in behind Mitt, Patt, and Eric, flanking me like hunters already mid-stride.

I turned just enough to see Ruth cutting through the crowd, Ada and Kina flanking her like silent sentinels. The torchlight carved shadows under her cheekbones, her fingers twisted in the hem of her skirt. "Dexter—"

Her voice was a thread of sound, barely audible over the stomp of feets and the ribald laughter of the hunters. "Be careful."

I didn't look back.

The forest swallowed us whole—the hunt had only just begun.

We had begun our trek, but this was not the forest; only flat and open land, which Mitt was leading us through. Throughout the time, he was going on about how he and the others had taken down a mammoth.

After what felt like an endless hour of a Long and weary walk, I would say, yet I happened to see Ryan and Tusk far away. And indeed: a gigantic mammoth lying on the earth.

There was no way we could carry it, even with all of us. So Tusk and Mitt started lashing the beast with jute ropes, and—of course—we had to pull it. Fuck. Were we really supposed to drag this thing all the way back to the tribe? Fuck this shit.

I was just thinking of an excuse to fool them into pulling the Mammoth by themselves, leaving me alone. When the ground vibrated—a low, thumping sound that wasn't wind or the sound of a human being, but something faster.

Then the thumping exploded into a storm of hooves.

Dust kicked up in a churning wall as riders emerged from the tall grass, fanning out in a perfect, suffocating circle. My stomach dropped. Horses. Dozens of them, their flanks glistening with sweat, nostrils flaring.

These horses were very distinct from the ones I knew. They were shaggy and hairy, and their size was much bigger than a regular horse. However, what really shocked me wasn't the animals - it was the riders.

Females.

Unclothed women.

No hides, no woven skirts, not even a leaf to cover themselves. Their skin was a mixture of old scars, their breasts exposed, nipples dark against the sun-browned flesh.

Some of them had spears tied to their backs; They didn't ride as the hunters would. They rode like conquerors.

Mitt's breath hissed through his teeth. "Ravina," he growled, voice dripping with something between rage and reluctant respect. "You've got nerves showing your face here. This isn't your territory."

The woman at the center—taller than the rest, her black hair braided with bones—didn't so much as twitch. Her mare stamped, hooves crushing the dirt as she tilted her head, eyes dragging over us like we were prey.

"Funny," she said, voice smooth as a blade sliding from its sheath. "I was about to say the same." She gestured lazily at the mammoth. "Leave it. Walk away. Or we'll help you walk."

Ryan's knuckles whitened around his axe. "Oh, you'll help us, will you?" His laugh was a broken thing. "We bled for this kill. You think you can just ride in like this—like some kind of—of thieves—and take it?" His gaze flicked over the women, lingering a second too long before he spat on the ground. "This isn't a negotiation. It's ours."

A beat of silence. The kind that presses against your ribs, steals your breath. Then Ravina smiled.

It wasn't the kind of smile that promised mercy. It was the kind that promised teeth.

"Last chance," she said, voice dripping with the weight of a blade unsheathed.

The women moved as one, their horses stepping in slow, deliberate circles around us. Spears never wavered—always pointed at chests, throats, the soft spots between ribs. The mare nearest me snorted, hot breath blasting against my neck. I could see the pulse in its throat, the way its ears twitched, waiting for the command to trample.

My fingers itched for the magical tool hidden in system storage. One flick, and I could turn this around. But Ryan's hand shot out in surrender.

"Stop," he hissed through his teeth.

"We'll give you half," he called out, voice straining to sound reasonable. "That's all we can spare." A beat. His throat bobbed. "But you have to help us move it back to our tribe." His free hand gestured vaguely at the mammoth, at us, at the spears still trained on our chests. "A fair trade."

Ravina did not reply immediately. She allowed the silence to become long, saw the danger of those spears to take root. Then she turned her head, looking over our group, Mitt scowling, Tusk with his white-knuckled hold on his club, the manner in which my breath had about choked when a spear point scraped my shoulder.

Finally, she lifted a hand, palm up. A gesture that might've been dismissal. Might've been a signal.

"Hmph. Fine," Her lips curled. "But remember no tricks." Her gaze flicked to me, lingered. "And keep that in mind, we got nothing to lose," so many unspoken things hanging in the air like the stink of blood. "But you still have many things to lose, like your people, family."

" We know..."

Ryan replied in an angry voice.

What the fuck did that mean?

And why were they all women?

This is not the way it was expected to be in the Stone Age Era.

Men hunted. Men ruled. Men led with fire and spear, and the unshaken certainty that the world bent to their will. That's what the texts had said.

That's what history books had drilled into my skull—cave paintings of mammoth hunts with male figures standing triumphant, oral histories of chiefs and warlords, the unspoken law that power had a gender, and it wasn't this.

But here they were.

Female warriors, on horse, riding naked, like one predatory creature. It was not the light, careless laugh of women in the stories, but was low-pitched, rhythmic, the sort of laugh that crept along your skin.

As Ryan faltered over his words, their grins became stiffer. Their eyes shone when the voice of Eric broke. They were not playing according to any rules I knew.

Unless.

A cold thought coiled in my gut.

Unless this wasn't the Stone Age I knew. Not the one in textbooks, not the one in documentaries. Maybe history had lied to us.

Or maybe—maybe—I have travelled not back in time to the Stone Age, but this is a completely different and new world.

Ravina dropped off her mare with the grace that caused my muscles to ache. The other women trailed, their naked feet sneaking through the complete soil. No hesitation. No discussion.

They did this as they had done a thousand times before--they tied jute ropes to the legs of the mammoth, and turned the other ends of the same ropes around the saddles of four horses. The beasts didn't protest. They didn't dare.

When the final knot was completed, Ravina looked at us, wiping her hands on her thighs. "You guys better be on the horses if you want to move quickly," she said, with authority in her voice, but not a request.

The expression of Eric resembled being told to drink poison.

"You can kill us if you want!" he snarled, spittle flying. His voice did not tremble, although his hands did. "We will not sit. Not with dirty women like you."

I stared at him.

Really?

And there we were outnumbered, out-armed, and a dead mammoth we could not drag, and a tribe of warriors that could gut us before we took two strides--and Eric was setting a line in the sand over them?

Ravina was there, her body glistening with sweat but not hiding the fact that she had obviously been out in the sun for a long time and that her nipples were dark, large, and looked as if someone had been sucking on them. Her crotch was a wild black forest - thick as the fur of some goddamn animal.

She pushed her hands down into her hips, just about finger-width above that unruly tangle, and grinned as if she knew that I was looking at her. Like she knew that my cock was already twitching.

And even then, Eric didn't want to feel her body. What the hell was wrong with him?

Ravina scoffed at Eric. "It's your choice..."

I noticed none of the women reacted angrily to Eric being called by such a dirty woman, as if they were used to it.

Man, I really didn't feel like hoofing it back, not with a bunch of horses just standing right there. But, wait—how come Ravina gets horses and our tribe doesn't? Seriously, what's up with that?

Ryan just blurted something out, breaking the weird quiet. "Ravina, it's a long journey. Why not do this—you give us a few horses, and we can seat two people on each. You can shift the other women onto the horses so we can ride together."

Ravina's spear caught the light as she turned her face, the corner of her mouth curving like a newly freed blade. "Hmph..." Her voice was so sugary as if she was offering venom at the same time. "So that you guys can run away with our horses?"

She stretched the last word out as if it were a noose hanging between us. "There's a hell of a lot of meat in the mammoth, but it's not worth trading one of our mares for."

Before I could blink, she swung onto her horse. The other women followed, their fingers tightening around reins as they urged their mounts forward.

The dead mammoth was pulled against the ropes, its huge body protesting, shaking the earth beneath my feet.

Ryan and Mitt exchanged a glance—jaws clenched, hands flexing around their own weapons—but they didn't move. They couldn't

. Not with spears levelled at their chests. The procession began, slow and agonizing, the beast's labored breaths syncing with the drag of its tusks through the mud.

Then Ravina's shadow fell over me.

Her spear pressed against my throat, cold enough to steal my breath, making me come back to my senses. "Kid," she purred, "why aren't you moving?"

My pulse hammered in my ears. One wrong word, one twitch—

"DON'T HURT DEXTER."

Ryan's voice cracked like a whip. Noah lunged forward, his face flushed. "He's our healer! You can't—"

"Shut up, Noah!" Mitt's snarl cut through him. "Don't spew nonsense. When did we have a healer?" he winked at Noah, stopping him from telling the truth.

Ravina's eyebrows climbed halfway up her forehead. "A healer?" The spear dipped, but her hands stayed glued to my shoulders, yanking me closer, then jerking me back like I was some busted puppet.

"You"—shake—"kid"—another shake—"are you actually a healer?" Her breath blasted my face, all charred meat and this heavier, sharper edge—panic, maybe. Or fear. "C'mon, spill. Don't mess around with me."

I darted a glance at Noah. Why the hell did he say that? Was he trying to save me? Or had he just signed my death warrant?

I swallowed hard. "Yes, Elder Ravina." My voice didn't waver—grandfather's lessons drilled into me like scripture. "My grandfather was a healer. He taught me... how to treat women's diseases." The lie tasted bitter, but it was the only card I had.

Ravina's eyes flicked to Ryan, then Mitt, then back to me. A slow, triumphant grin split her face. "Change of plans," She jerked her chin at the mammoth. "Take it. All of it." Then her grip turned vise-like. "But this kid is coming with me."

Mitt's face twisted. "Ravina, he's just a kid—"

"I'll send him back." Her tone brooked no argument. "Unharmed. I promise." The last word was a blade wrapped in silk. "I just need him for... a small task."

Mitt's knuckles whitened around his axe. "No. I won't allow—"

Ravina's signal was subtle—a flick of her wrist. A dozen spear tips bristled toward Mitt's throat. "I'm sorry," she murmured, "but I need this."

One blink, I'm on my feet, the next—Ravina's arm snaps around my waist, vise-tight and just as unforgiving, yanking me up onto her horse like I'm nothing more than luggage. I mean, damn. The girl could have warned me instead of manhandling me in front of the whole world.

I slam into her back, practically eat her damn spine with my nose. She's blazing hot—sweaty as hell, like she's been rolling around on a car hood after summer rain. Instinct just takes over, right? My hands claw her side, desperate not to bite dirt under this twitchy beast losing its mind down below.

"Sorry, kid," Ravina grunts. Like hell she is. There's a shitty little smirk in every syllable, sharp enough to slice. Sorry? Yeah, bite me.

Suddenly, the horse explodes forward, rearing like we're in some kind of sword-and-sorcery drama, and my gut drops to my knees. I bark out a gasp, legs clamping around her, and get glued to her back with the force of it.

Let's just say the collision between us—not exactly subtle. Hips grinding in a way that's probably not safe for work, adrenaline raging, blood screaming in every nerve. I heard the sound of System's notification as my cock touched her asscheeks.. 50 points for each asscheeks. My total point score reached 11148.

And then, yeah, the obvious: my cock, already halfway to trouble because fear does wild things, goes rigid against her ass, separated only by the world's thinnest excuse for clothing- my leaf skirt.

"Dexter!"

Mitt's voice tore through the noise like a whip, angry and raw, yet with an element of terror. "We will find you! Stay strong!"

Ravina let out this laugh—it slithered, dark and slick, like smoke curling off dying embers. "Oh, trust me, he's gonna be just fine," she crooned, her tone thick with sugar but edged with steel. "Isn't that right, healer?"

I didn't respond.

The horse burst ahead, its powerful muscles, which were underneath us, looked like a tempest, winding and unwinding. Each step really shook me. My cock, which was already half hard from the adrenaline, was pressing against the firm and round part of Ravina's butt.

Honestly, I tried stepping back, but nope—the horse had other plans. It felt like every stubborn shuffle just dragged me closer to her. Like, thanks a lot, buddy, really.

My hands, all sweaty and useless, kinda slid up her sides before I even realized what I was doing. Next thing I knew, my palms bumped right under her boobs—yeah, totally not planned—and I ended up grabbing on for dear life, trying not to fall over or something.

I earned 200 more points from holding both tits. My total points have reached 11348.

Ravina's entire body locked up, her spine turning to iron beneath my fingers. A sharp, hissing breath tore through her teeth, her ribs expanding against my grip. For a heartbeat, the world stilled.

Then—

"What," she said, eyebrows completely up, "Don't tell me you have never been on a horse?" Total tease. She obviously believed that she had me.

Honestly? I wasn't even scared of her. Not even a little bit.

I was fascinated.

This woman—this warrior—had just stolen me from my people, yet she needed me, not me, but a healer. So she can't really hurt me.

I leaned in, my hot breath hitting against the ear. "Yes," I murmured, "this is my first time... on a horse."

A beat of silence. Then—

Ravina's voice softened, just slightly, the edge of it wearing thin like a honed blade. "You kid..." She exhaled, rough and low. "Aren't you feeling disgusted? Forced to sit with a dirty woman like me."

I noticed she was curious why I didn't yell like Eric at her.

"I'm a healer," I said, even though my heart was trying to punch its way up my throat. "And in my eyes, there is no such thing as a dirty woman. At least that's what my grandfather taught me." My fingers still locked under the curve of her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples, fuck, the way they hardened, it was unreal. It gave me another 400 points, directly making my total points 11748

.

"Otherwise, all mothers in the world would be dirty women," I said, pretending to be a great philosopher.

Ravina's breathing stuttered—yeah, stuttered, like she'd just remembered to inhale. Her back arched, enough that her ass smacked right against my dick.

Electricity, that's what it felt like—zapped straight through me, hips bucking forward before my brain caught up. I nearly groaned, honest to god, but I bit the inside of my lip hard enough, I swear I tasted blood.

"You..." Ravina sounded straight-up baffled, almost like she was seeing me for the first time. "You are such a weird kid." Then she did this thing—shifted her hips, grinding slow, like she wanted to see just how hard she was making it for me (pun so not intended). "So why have I never heard about the Kronos tribe having a healer, huh?"

"Uh, yeah, that's... I mean, I've barely been there—what, like, two days?" Tried to sound chill, but honestly, my stomach was flipping Olympic-level somersaults due to the ride.

Ravina's fingers locked around my wrist. No exaggeration—it was like she was trying to snap it in half.

Ravina's grip clamped on my wrist, no joke, almost bone-crushing. The girl had some opinions. "And before that?"

Deep breath time. Gotta stick with what I'd told the Mitt, and others. I told her about the false story of mother and father being eaten by a lion, and how I met Mitt and others.

Silence. The heavy, awkward kind. Then—her voice, way softer. For the first time, it actually sounded gentle, maybe even sweet. "Don't be sad," she whispered, thumb circling my wrist. I... honestly? I didn't even know she had that in her.

Then—

A keen, startled gasp ripped out of her throat. "Hmm." Her voice fell into a purr, black and evil. "What is that thing that keeps poking me?"

She turned her head one more time, and her ass rolled on my cock in slow, deliberate movement, as though she was enjoying the hardness pressing into her. "You have a knife tied round your skirt, healer?"

My face burned, but I made no withdrawal. "No," I lied, my voice rough. "It's nothing. Just... the leaf of my skirt."

Ravina did not ask any more questions but simply rode the horse.

The horse's gait sent another jolt through me, my cock rubbing against her with every stride. I could feel myself hardening further, the friction maddening. Ravina's breath hitched again, her body tensing in a way that wasn't anger—not entirely.

One of the women riding beside us cleared her throat. "Sister Ravina," she said, her voice cautious, "do we need to let the horses rest? We've been moving for a long time."

Ravina squeezed my wrist, like really clamped down for a second, and then just let go. Her tone? Pure arrogance. "We're not stopping till the stream. Got it?"

A few minutes later, the sound of rushing water reached my ears. Ravina and the others slowed their horses to a stop, climbing down with practiced ease.

Ravina glanced over her shoulder at me, her dark eyes unreadable. "Why don't you climb down?" she demanded, her voice edged with impatience. "What are you waiting for?"

I swallowed hard, my body still thrumming from the ride. Turning slightly, I pulled my other leg up and over the horse's back, jumping down—

—and landed with a jolt that sent my skirt riding up.

My cock, still kind of stubborn from the ride and flushed all over, poked out between the tangled mess of skirt leaves around my hips. Cold air smacked the bare skin—felt like a slap—got my nerves buzzing, half embarrassed, half... honestly, who knows, it hooked into me, twisted wrong and electric. I fumbled at the leaves, tried to cover up, no dice. Way too late.

Ravina landed next to me, feet hitting the ground with this heavy, careless thump. She had zero clue what was up at first—she just had that wild, clipped edge in her tone, tossing words around like knives.

"Gonna take a piss," she called, already stalking off toward the creek, hips making this lazy, taunting sway. "Somebody keep the damn horses near. If one runs, you're chasing it."

My mouth felt like sandpaper, but I managed, "Elder Ravina!" The words came out scratchy as hell. "Uh, I gotta piss too."

She hesitated, half-turned, and looked at me with one of those glances, you know, a quick look down, and up at my face, no nonsense.

A modtiniest smirk was played on her mouth, as though she were struggling hard to laugh at me. Didn't even say anything mean, either. Just shook her hand like she was trying to drive away a stray dog. "Go ahead," she said, waving a dismissive hand. "Do it anywhere. I don't care."

But before she turned away completely, she fixed her gaze on the woman beside us—the one who'd asked about resting the horses earlier. "Sabina," Ravina said, her voice dropping into something colder, more commanding. "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him run away."

Sabina looked at me and said. "Don't worry, Sister Ravina," she said, her voice rough like gravel. "He won't leave my sight."

Ravina gave a curt nod before disappearing behind a cluster of rocks near the stream, leaving me alone with Sabina.

The woman wasted no time. She stalked toward me, her calloused fingers locking around my wrist like a manacle. "What are you waiting for?" she demanded, yanking me toward a gnarled tree a few paces away. "Don't you wanna take a piss?"

Sabina's fingers curled around my wrist, sharp as a cat digging for a fight. She yanked me so hard, I just about face-planted into that crooked old oak at the clearing's edge.

Bark scraped my palms when she spun me, nearly launching me at the trunk. Then—bam—her hand smacked between my shoulder blades, real subtle.

"Go on, then," she spat—honestly, her voice could sand paint right off a door. "Piss. Or what, you gonna stand there dangling your cock forever, healer?"

I shot a look over my shoulder at her—somewhere in her thirties, I guess, could've been older, didn't really matter. Her body? Damn near identical to Kerry's: wiry, tough as nails, muscles you earn by actually living hard, not just hitting the gym for show.

You could tell she'd lugged buckets and gutted more than a few creatures in her time. Her hair, dark, wild, a total bird's nest, spilled down her back. She didn't try to cover anything, either; her exposed breasts moved with every harsh breath, ferocious and entirely unbothered.

I turned away, and I don't even need to remove the skirt or slide it down, just grabbed my cock and aimed forward.

Piss splattered the roots with this harsh little sizzle. And yeah, Sabina was behind me, breathing all even and calm, except I could feel her staring holes in my back. Judging? Maybe just sizing me up. God, if she clocked the size—like, actually saw—she'd definitely have something to say. Wasn't ready to deal with that.

I finished, shook myself off, and turned.

Sabina looked at me and asked, "Done?"

I nodded and saw behind her someone walking over here.

That's when I saw Ravina.

She was strolling over, and honestly, her legs looked like they'd been splashed with... something. Water? Maybe more. My heart rate started climbing, you know the feeling. She had this loose, confident way of walking—bare feet barely making a sound on the wet ground, hips rolling with every step—and I could feel myself reacting, not gonna lie.

Then she stopped short and fixed her eyes on my skirt like she could see right through me.

"Sabina," she said, her voice dropping. There was a little warning in it, but not mean—just cautious. "Go through his clothes, would you? I kept getting poked in the back this whole time."

Sabina was all business; she didn't waste a second. She stepped up, grabbed the waistband, and—well—down went my skirt.

Guess there was no hiding it then. My cock just kind of bounced out, totally exposed, already half-hard and flushed like I'd been caught red-handed. Not my smoothest moment, but hey, at least things were out in the open.

Gasps.

Ravina's eyes locked onto it. "What in the ancestors' names—?! Why is it hard? That's impossible!"

Sabina didn't just look. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, testing the weight. "It's... different." Her thumb brushed the ridge of my glans, her touch rough, curious. "The skin—it's gone. And this..." She poked the swollen head.

A jolt of pleasure shot through me. I hissed, my hips jerking forward before I could stop myself.

"Fuck," Sabina breathed. "It's like nothing I've ever seen."

Ravina stepped closer, her wet thighs pressing together as she stared. "Can you even release your seed like that?" Her voice dropped, hungry. "Doesn't that mean you could put a child in any woman you want?"

I swallowed hard. All of them wanted it. Their eyes—greedy, hungry—flicked between my cock and my face. They weren't just curious. They were imagining.

I cleared my throat, forcing my voice steady. "My grandfather found herbs for me. To make me strong. So I could..." I hesitated, letting the implication hang. "Give strong children." I didn't mention the healing cum lie. Not here. Not with these women. They'd chain me to a bed before I could blink.

Ravina's lips parted. "You already have a woman?"

I nodded. "Yes."

Her fingers twitched at her sides. "Just one?"

The question hung between us, heavy as the humid air.

Sabina's grip on my cock tightened, just for a second, before she let go. "A man like you shouldn't waste himself on just one." Her voice was a growl, her breath hot against my chest. "The tribe needs strong sons. Strong hunters."

Ravina stepped even closer, her body nearly pressing against mine. "And strong daughters," she murmured, her hand drifting toward my cock before she caught herself.

I didn't move. Didn't speak.

Let them look. Let them want.

I mean, in a place where muscle basically kept you breathing, and a dude's ability to make babies decided if your people faded away or took over the whole damn valley, I was way past just being the healer.

I was powerful.

And they all knew it.

Sabina's fingers twitched at her sides, her dark eyes flicking between me and Ravina.

"Sister Ravina," she said, her voice low but cutting through the hum of the night. "We should keep him."

My pulse didn't spike. I didn't flinch.

I was not afraid to be captured—I could vanish at any moment with my magical tool, and they'd never stand a chance. If I wanted, I could even wipe them all out.

Sabina stepped closer, her bare breasts rising as she spoke, her voice dropping into that rough, persuasive growl. "Look at him. Look at what he is. We have women—so many women—still young, still able to carry children. Sisters who've lost husbands, lost sons, who've been cast out by their tribes like broken tools." Her hand cut through the air, sharp as a blade.

"With him, we could give them hope. Strong sons. Hunters who could feed us all. Daughters who wouldn't starve when the cold comes."

Ravina's face changed—tight mouth, knuckles going white for a second, then letting go like she was catching herself. You could just see the wheels spinning. Devious.

And then it just hit me like, oh, that's why they're all women. The tribe tossed them out, like scraps, just because they couldn't pull their weight or whatever. Brutal.

Suddenly, I couldn't stop thinking about Ada, Ruth... yeah, they could've been dumped, too, if I hadn't been around. Same as these women. God, that stings.

I glanced around at Sabina, Ravina, and the others hanging back in the shadows. They looked a little rough, honestly—skinny, with this sort of wild, hopeful gleam in their eyes.

Not just curious, but like they're itching for something more. You know, like when you're starving and someone walks by with pizza? That kind of longing.

They wanted a savior.

I could be that.

Or I could be their ruin.

Ravina sucked in a shaky breath. Her eyes darted down—yeah, still hard, can't exactly hide that—then she yanked her stare back up to meet mine, cheeks burning. "We're not dealing with that right now," she muttered, voice wound up tight. "Sister Helen first. Then you and I talk."

Sabina bit down so hard I thought she'd snap her own jaw, but—for once—she kept her mouth shut. For now, anyway.

I smirked. Just a little.

Because I heard what she didn't say.

Later.

And later? Oh, I'd be ready.

I'd let them think they had a choice.

I'd let them think they were in control.

And when the time came?

I'd show them exactly what happens when you try to cage a man who's already decided he's a god.

Sabina stared straight at my dick, eyes wide, practically drooling. She peeked up, sounding all needy—"So, um... is this okay? Just... leaving it like that?"

I shrugged and messed with my skirt, playing it cool. "Yeah, whatever. I'm good."

Honestly, didn't make a damn difference. She just kept staring—locked in on that spot like she was either peeling off my skirt in her head or losing a battle with herself not to. You could pretty much read the math in her eyes, like she was scoping out the fabric for a chink in the armor.

Ravina broke the silence. "Enough. We ride." She vaulted onto her horse first, then yanked me up behind her—just like before. The moment I settled, my cock pressed against her, unmistakable. A beat of stillness. She knew.

The other women just swung up onto their horses, dead silent, but honestly? The air was buzzing, thick with all the stuff nobody was saying out loud. We started riding again.

Hooves thumping like a heartbeat, not hiding a damn thing—my cock rubbing up against Ravina's ass every time the horse moved, her breath catching when I pressed a little harder, like she couldn't help it.

"It hasn't... softened," she murmured, glancing back. Not an accusation. Curiosity. "Does it always stay like this?"

I yanked her in closer, lips nipping at her earlobe as a crooked grin spread on my face. "It calms... once I release my seed."

Seriously, my brain was fried—just wanted to ruin her. Right there, didn't give a shit if anyone caught us. I was aching, cock like steel, pressing up against her ass, and every time that damn horse jolted, it pushed me closer, rubbing right where she was desperate for it.

I leaned in, slow as sin, just to see how far I could push it—then Ravina snapped, her back arching up, this wild little cry spilling out. Honestly? That sound? Better than any God damn song.

My palms slid up, greedy, over her belly and up her chest. I claimed her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they peaked—sharp, needy. She writhed, but hell, I had her trapped. Nowhere for her to run. "Elder Ravina," I murmured, my mouth right at her ear, all heat and teeth, "look how hard your nipples are. Like little stones. Do they ache?"

She arched, voice strained: "H-Hmph. Your fault—your hands have rubbed them..." The same excuse Kerry had fed me once: rub them right, and their nipples tighten, their cunts weep. Pathetic how predictable they were.

She choked, her hips jerking—yes.

I asked with slight teasing, " Elder Ravina... is your pussy also dripping water... now... do you need me to heal them?"

Ravina didn't reply...." You are here to treat Helen, not me, and don't worry, it will be fine in a while."

The tribe's clearing burst into view too soon—naked Amazonian warriors, spears glinting, their bodies slick with oil and sweat. They turned as one, eyes locking onto me—onto the way Ravina was ridden hard, her skirt hitched, her thighs trembling around my hand.

Ravina jerked the reins—man, the poor horse nearly lost its mind, hooves scrabbling in the dirt. Every single woman around us just... stalled out, jaws going slack.

I could feel their eyes drilling into the spot where my fingers lingered, still circling Ravina's nipple, and, yeah, my cock pressed against her ass—throbbing like it actually had its own damn pulse.

"Enough," Ravina snapped. Or tried to snap—she kind of failed. Like, her voice just collapsed at the end, her whole tough act slipping. She swung her leg over the horse's neck, tried to play it cool on the dismount, but ended up stumbling—thighs sticking, breathing all ragged. Not exactly queen-of-the-battlefield material.

All the warriors were watching. Their glances kept ping-ponging between her and me. They definitely picked up on the weird vibes.

"This boy," Ravina growled, sticking her chin at me like I was some weird street find, "he's a healer. For Sister Helen."

Nobody said anything for a second. Then—laughter broke out. Not the nice kind. Sharp, oily. One of them even licked her lips (I wish I were making this up). "Healer, huh?"

Meanwhile, Sabina started telling everyone about my, uh, situation. You know. Getting hard around "dirty women." Thanks a lot, Sabina.

Pretty sure she's trying to keep me trapped here. Her own little baby-making machine or whatever. Bold of her, honestly, but not exactly flattering.

The women stood there, mouths open. Ravina just mumbled, "We'll, uh, think about it later..."

No one said anything after that. Probably too busy picturing the world's worst group project.

I adjusted the aching bulge in my skirt with a slow, deliberate drag of my palm, the fabric clinging to the throbbing heat of my cock. The movement was lewd, unapologetic—a silent promise of what I could give them.

Oh, I heal alright,... heal your asshole.. beat that ass of your hard enough so that you can remember it for a lifetime. Our eyes collided, a clash of wills—hers desperate, mine amused.

My eyes swept over the crowd of warriors—skin shining, muscles taut, dripping sweat under the raw daylight. Their spears? Shaky as hell, like they'd forgotten which end was up. The whole place stank of oil and dust and something a helluva lot more primal—yeah, that thick, raw scent of hunger. A different kind of need, the sort that doesn't wanna wait.

Everything stopped for a moment. No one talked. Next thing I know, Ravina clamps down on my wrist, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. Not a word outta her, just this wild look and feet scuffing up dirt, dragging me straight to the biggest hut like she's hauling me to the judge.

Everyone else? Standing back, but watching with that hungry, wide-eyed stare—mouths parted, but not saying a damn thing. Honestly, it was like the whole crowd forgot how to breathe.

Inside the hut, you practically choke on the heat. Helen sprawled on the stone bed, which seemed wet from her sweat.. and she was panting hard in her sleep.

Ravina just collapsed next to her sister, kneeling, not even caring about her dignity anymore. "Please," she begged, voice all hoarse and rough around the edges, like she'd been screaming into the wind. Pride? Long gone.

"She's been like this for days," Ravina snapped, shooting me this wild mix of daggers and pleading. "But you—you have to heal her. I don't care what you have to do. Just make her better."

I crouched beside Helen, close enough to feel the heat rolling off her in waves. I touched her head, feeling her hot head... which was burning up, and her whole body was covered in sweat, and it kept dripping, and her lips were dry.

She wasn't just hot—no, she was incandescent, like someone had tossed her into a furnace and forgotten to take her out. Her chest jerked up and down, all ragged and uneven, each breath snagging.

I wasn't a doctor, but I know it's like a Fever.

"Interesting," I murmured.

Feeling the cold touch from my fingers on her forehead, her eyes flew open, kinda shaky, like she was half-dream and half-here.

She whispered something. You could miss it if you weren't paying attention, just this tiny crackle in the silence.

She barely breathed out a word so soft you'd think you imagined it "Sister..."

Ravina gasped and leaned in fast, her hands shaking as she grabbed Helen's limp ones. "Helen, listen to me. You're gonna be okay. I already got someone. Look!" She turned to me, "Dexter, here is a healer. He'll heal you. Just stay with me, please, just stay."

I watched Helen. Same age as Ravina. Her chest rose slowly, her eyes flicking to me, weak but sharp with something I couldn't name. Begging? Suspicion?

"Sister..." Helen's lips curled into a ghost of a smile. "You don't have to worry so much. I'll be fine... Just need... a few days of rest."

Ravina's voice cracked. "How can I not worry? Look at you! You can barely lift your head!" She whipped around to face me again, her fingers digging into my arm. "Is she okay? Tell me."

I exhaled slowly, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make Ravina's grip tighten. "Her condition is... difficult"

A lie. A simple tonic for fever, a pill for the ache in her bones—that's all it would take. But if I healed her with a flick of my wrist, what would they fear? What would they need me for?

I thought of the other women of the tribe—strong, untamed, their loyalty bound by blood and survival. They could be more than just a tribe. They could be an army. My personal army if I played this right.

Ravina's voice cut me off sharply. "Difficult? What's that supposed to mean?" She dragged me toward the hut's doorway, way stronger than she looked. It was getting dark outside, and Firelight outside carved her face into sharp edges.

"What's wrong with her? Aren't you a healer? Then heal her!" Her voice broke.

I let her shove me, let her fear bleed into the space between us. Then I caught her wrists, gentle but firm. "I never said I wouldn't treat her."

"Then what does 'Difficult' mean?" Ravina's breath came in ragged bursts.

"Her body is holding onto heat like a drowning man clings to driftwood." I lowered my voice, as if sharing a secret. "To heal her, I need to pull the heat out of her body. Slowly. Carefully."

"How?" The word was a whip-crack.

I smiled. "Leave that to me."

Ravina was looking at me with anxiousness... and I could feel Helen was trying to look at us from the bed and was even listening to our conversation.

I became quiet and just behaved like I was thinking of something and was lost in thought.

A fantasy.

Not just of healing. Not just of power.

Of possession.

These women—Ravina, Helen, the others—could be mine. Not as followers. Not as soldiers. But maybe my believers and followers who are willing to lay their lives for me if I show them my godly skills.

Ravina's voice shattered the quiet, desperate. "Do you need any herbs? I could send Sabina to get them for you?"

"No herbs." My voice was smooth, almost amused. "But I do need something else."

She lunged forward, hope flaring in her dark eyes. "Name it."

"Animal skin." I watched her reaction carefully. "Do you have any?"

Ravina hesitated, confusion flickering across her face. "Yes—we use them in winter for warmth, but...."

"Soak one in the stream." I cut her off, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Every inch. Then bring it to me." I turned away, already dismissing her. "I'll check on Elder Helen. See if her body is ready for treatment."

Ravina hesitated—just long enough for you to wonder if she might crack, but then nope, she just gave this tiny, determined nod and poof, she was gone. Swallowed up by the night before I could blink.

I walked inside the hut, and bam. Helen was staring straight at me, like I'd walked in on her secret or something. She's sprawled out on those furs, not looking all that great—breathing quick and tight, chest barely keeping up.

And, man, the light coming through from outside had her sweating bullets. Beads sliding down from her collarbone, glistening all the way along her skin, pooling at the hollow above her breasts and catching on the sharp, perfect line of her nipples. Hard to ignore, honestly, the way her skin was flushed and her breath came so ragged.

But it was her eyes that held me.

Not weak. Not pleading.

Furious.

"Spit it out," she croaked, her words rough as a busted car muffler. "What's Ravina throwing away just to keep me breathing?" She let out this laugh—god, it sounded terrible, all choked up and jagged.

"Haven't I already ruined enough for her? Seriously, shove off, healer. I don't need your help," she said. Her eyes narrowed, sharp as knives. "Just go back to wherever you came from. I won't be a burden. And I won't let my people become slaves to some healer because of me."

Slaves.

The word sent a jolt through me. Slaves. Not servants. Not followers. Property.

I couldn't help but stare—she was practically vibrating with rage, eyes daring me to push just a little further. Not from fear, hell no, but like she was holding herself back by a thread.

"Slaves?" I echoed, tasting the word. "Is that what your healers take?"

Helen wrinkled her nose, disgust practically dripping off her lips. "They just... snatch it all, don't they?" Her voice caught—hard to tell if she was choking back tears or just plain fury. "Take a life, trade a body... You wanna act like you're some savior? Please. You're not the first fool to dangle fake hope in front of me."

She doubled over with a rough cough. "Trust me. I'd rather drop dead right here than ever owe you a damn thing."

I knelt right next to Helen—honestly, I could almost lick the metallic taste of her fever in the air, mixed up with that heavy, animal scent of sweat that just clings to everything. Her grip on the furs was really tight. Not because she was frail or anything, but like she was forcing herself not to grab me by the neck.

The fire kept throwing these wild shadows all over her—lighting up her heated skin, the way her breath wouldn't settle, the nipples of her tits were shiny with sweat.

Then—footsteps.

Ravina burst in, the wet animal skin draped over her arm, dripping onto the packed earth. Her eyes burned with something wild, something dangerous. She had heard Helen's words. And she had made her decision.

Sister Helen," Ravina muttered, voice sharp enough to cut glass—"no need to worry about it." She moved in closer, fingers clamped so tight on that soaked leather you'd think she was trying to snap it in two. "I met Dexter when we went to find food. And I caught him."

A cold smile twisted her lips. "He's our prisoner now. So he won't get anything from us. And if he can't heal you—" Her gaze flicked to me, sharp as a blade. "—then we'll kill him. He's useless otherwise."

I froze.

Evil.

The word settled in my chest like a stone.

I had come here thinking of their bodies—their strength, their submission, the way their skin would flush under my hands. I had imagined them kneeling, not by force, but by choice. By need.

But I had forgotten the most important truth of all.

This wasn't the world I knew.

This place? Total jungle—think teeth, claws, every woman for herself. Show a little kindness and you're toast; let your guard down and, well, let's just say "game over."

None of these women were sitting around hoping some knight in shiny armor would come fix things. Nope. They'd rather handle it themselves, thank you very much.

Fine.

But if they wanted a monster?

Then I'd give them one.

A slow, venomous smile curled my lips.

Revenge.

I'd have Helen so desperate, so absolutely wrecked with need, she'd be squirming and whimpering in front of Ravina—fever be damned. Her own body would turn traitor, and all she could do would be gasp and beg, right there, while her sister just stood there, helpless. Honestly, it'd be fun to watch.

I wasn't a saint. I had a temper.

And they had just poked the wrong beast.

Ravina put the wet animal skin into my hands and said. "Here. What are you going to do with it?"

I took it, unfolding the damp hide with deliberate slowness, letting the silence stretch. "I need to wipe her body first."

Ravina's eyes narrowed, but she didn't stop me as I walked toward Helen.

I plopped down next to her—honestly, probably a little too close, but hey, subtlety's never really been my thing. The heat rolling off her? Crazy, I used My Pervert Eyes over her, scanning, calculating.

Oh.

Her points had doubled.

Interesting.

Helen's body was a goldmine—every curve, every flush of fevered skin, every place I could take from her. And Ravina's points had doubled too. Sisters? Maybe. Or just the bond of survival. It didn't matter.

What mattered was the rule I'd just learned:

Once you take the doubled points, the normal points vanish forever.

I'd already seen it with Ruth. After I'd claimed her double points, her body had only left me the scraps—armpits, asshole, lips. The leftover places.

But Helen?

She was fresh.

And Ravina?

Oh, she was going to watch.

I draped the wet skin over my palm, letting the cold water drip between my fingers.

The wet animal skin was heavy in my hand, dripping with cold stream water, the hide still warm from Ravina's grip. I let it drape over my fingers, feeling the weight of it, the way it clung to my skin like a second layer. Helen's breath hitched as I turned toward her, her dark eyes wide with a mix of fear and something else—something she didn't want to name.

"This might feel strange," I murmured, my voice dripping with false sympathy, smooth as oil sliding over naked skin.

Helen's lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them. "What—?"

I didn't answer.

I pressed the damp hide to her collarbone and began to wipe.

Her lips—chapped from the damn fever, but still so insanely soft—barely resisted the scratchy animal skin as I moved it across them. I took my time, kinda obsessing over the small hitch in her breath.

She flinched at the icy water, shivering all over, biting down on her lip like it might keep the sound locked away. My eyes stayed glued to her, mind racing, half concern, half something stupidly hopeful.

"Mmm—!"

A broken little noise, half protest, half something else. Something hungry.

I pressed harder, letting the wet hide smear against her lips, forcing them apart just enough to see the glistening pink of her tongue.

+200.

"Good girl," I murmured.

Her cheeks flushed darker.

I didn't waste time.

My hand slid down, the wet skin dripping onto her chest as I cupped one of her massive tits through the damp hide. Helen gasped, her back arching off the furs, her fingers clawing into the pelts beneath her.

"Aaaah—! N-Nnngh—!"

Her tits were heavy, the weight of them pressing into my palm, the flesh so soft it nearly spilled between my fingers. The fever had made her skin hot, her nipples dark and painfully hard, straining against the damp hide as I squeezed.

"Fuck," I breathed.

I pinched her nipple through the wet skin.

Helen jerked, a broken moan tearing from her throat. "Hmmmm—! S-Stop—! Ah—! Nnngh—!"

Her nipple was thick, the bud swollen with heat, the flesh around it puckered and sensitive. I twisted just enough to make her whimper, her hips lifting off the furs in a helpless little roll.

+400 for the tits. +800 for the nipples.

"Look at you," I growled, my voice rough. "Such a good little patient."

Her chest heaved, her tits jiggling with every ragged breath, her nipples aching under my touch.

I glanced at Ravina.

She was frozen, her dark eyes wide, her fingers curled into fists at her sides. "W-What are you—?"

"Helping," I said, my voice smooth. "Now hold her arm up."

Ravina hesitated--a moment--then stepped forward. She took hold of Helen by the wrist and uplifted her arm so as to reveal the damp, dark crevice of her armpit.

The stench hit me first.

Sweat. Musk. It was the raw, sweaty smell of a woman who was pushed to extremes.

Black, rough, sticky curls, tumbled and knotted together, filled up the armpit, which was as sleek with fever-sweat, and the skin under it was as sensitive as the ones on the breasts. I dragged that wet hide through the thick hair, making sure I pressed down to cause her to hiss.

"Hmmm—! D-Don't—! Ah—! It's—! Nnngh—!"

Her body twisted, but Ravina held her firm, her grip bruising. The wet skin caught on the curls, tugging just enough to make Helen gasp, her thighs pressing together.

I did not miss the fact that Ravina snorted as I crossed to the opposite side, repeating the action, another 200 in the pocket.

"You are so dirty, Elder Helen," I said, with approval. "I can smell you." Her face burned crimson.

Helen was now panting, with her chest heaving up and down in sharp, uneven gasps. I trailed my fingers down to the wetness that dripped on her stomach as I circled her belly button.

The skin there was soft. Too soft. The fever had made her sensitive; every touch amplified. I rubbed the wet hide into the shallow hollow of her belly, and pulled it down--a good way down--to make her shake.

"Hmmmm—!"

I could see the twitching of Helen's body; she had huddled her thighs and was gasping. It was not simply a need she made but a cry of desperation as her body reacted whilst her mind protested.

I slid my finger down to her navel.. and touched her navel... pressing it.

"Ah—! N-Nnngh—! P-Please—!"

+100.

Damn, the place absolutely reeked—sweat for sure, but there was something kinda wild in the air, too. Heavy, musky, sweet in a way that made Ravina's head spin.

She just stood there, stiff as hell, nails digging little dents into her own arms. She couldn't stop watching Helen twist and shudder on that sorry excuse for a cot, like she was fighting her own body and losing, hard.

Helen looked like she'd just fought her way out of a mosh pit—hair plastered to her sweaty face, breath ragged, chest hammering almost obnoxiously loud. Her thighs were squeezed so tight, you'd think she was guarding some sort of national secret down there.

Every so often, her hips did this twitchy, urgent little move—like she was trying to find relief in thin air. Honestly, the girl seemed two seconds from absolutely losing it.

"Helen—" Ravina's voice cracked in the middle, all tangled up with nerves and curiosity that honestly, she didn't want to think about too much. Her eyes darted up to Helen's red, desperate face, then back down—God, she was blushing for her—to the hips jerking off the mattress. "Are you—are you actually feeling better, or is he just making it worse?"

Helen's mouth fell open, but nothing really came out, just this restless pant. There was sweat beading up in the tight curls between her legs, clinging everywhere, and you could literally see the pulse between the folds of her pussy. She finally rasped something out, voice shaking so bad Ravina almost missed the words.

"It... it does feel better... but—" A sharp inhale cut her off as another wave of heat rolled through her. "Gods, Ravina, it itches... deep inside my pussy, like something's... crawling under my skin."

Ravina's face twisted in horror. She turned to me, her cheeks flushed with anger. "What in the hell are you doing to her?!" Her voice dropped to a hiss.

"Her body is still burning, and now her—" She gestured wildly toward Helen's spread legs, "—her pussy is itching like that? Are you healing her, or are you harming her like this?"

I smirked, letting my gaze linger on Helen's glistening slit. Innocent little fools. "Of course I'm healing her," I said smoothly, stepping closer. "I told you—heat like this needs an outlet. And a woman's pussy is the most sensitive conduit for expelling excess energy."

Ravina's mouth opened and closed, her outrage momentarily stolen by the sheer absurdity of my explanation. "That—that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever—!"

"Is it?" I cut in, crouching beside Helen. "Look at her." I traced a finger along the inside of Helen's thigh, watching as her muscles tensed, her pussy lips twitching in response. "Her clit is swollen, her folds are flushed dark pink—almost purple in places. That's not just heat, Elder Ravina. That's her body begging for release."

Helen let out this tiny whimper, hips sorta lifting up when my finger barely brushed through those slick curls above her. She was dripping—like, literally, one lazy droplet just hanging there, glistening, almost taunting. The smell hit me: sweet, sure, but with this wild tang, sharp enough to make me dizzy. Honestly? I was hooked.

Ravina's breath hitched as she noticed the way Helen's pussy pulsed, the inner lips parting slightly with every desperate shift of her hips. "Y-you can't just—!"

"I can," I murmured, pressing my thumb against Helen's outer lips, spreading them just enough to expose the slick, dark pink flesh beneath. "And I will."

Helen gasped, her fingers clawing at the cot. "Nngh—!"

"See?" I said, glancing up at Ravina with a knowing smirk. "She's already responding. But it's not enough. The heat is still trapped inside her." I leaned in closer, my breath ghosting over Helen's soaked folds. "Her pussy is clenching, trying to push it out... but it needs help."

Helen didn't fight, not even a little. She dropped her knees even wider, just begging for it, breaths coming in these broken, hungry little gasps. "P-please..." She barely got it out; her voice shot to hell. "It hurts... but it feels so strange..... making me feel.. aah.. itchy."

I didn't hesitate. I gripped her hips, my palms pressing her asscheeks, feeling the way her muscles quivered under my touch. Another 200

points. Helen moaned as I lifted her slightly, tilting her pelvis up to give me a better view of her dripping cunt.

"Fuck," Ravina breathed, her own thighs pressing together.

Didn't even bother looking at her. Seriously, all I cared about was Helen—those soft folds twitching when I breathed out, her clit practically begging for something, swollen and pulsing like it had its own damn heartbeat. Ran my finger through slickness, easy, tracing slow circles at her entrance, just teasing with the very tip while she basically melted.

"AAAH—!" Helen's back bowed off the cot, her fingers tangling in the sheets. Her pussy clamped around my finger, the walls hot and slick, pulsing as if trying to drag me deeper. The points exploded—800.

"H-Helen!" Ravina stumbled forward, her voice thick with concern—and something else. Something hungrier. "Does it—does it hurt?"

Helen shook her head frantically, her dark hair sticking to her forehead. "N-no... It's just... so much Like I'm going to—nngh—burst!"

I curled my finger inside her, pressing against the spongy flesh of her front wall. Helen screamed, her pussy gushing around me, her juices dripping down to the cot beneath her. "Not yet, you're not," I murmured, withdrawing my finger with a wet pop. "But you will... if we don't get this heat out."

Ravina barely managed to breathe, her chest rising and falling so lightly, you'd think she was afraid to move at all. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Helen—especially down there, watching the way Helen's pussy practically fluttered in the empty air, like it was actually missing my fingers. "Wh-what are you even talking about?" Ravina stammered, voice all uneven and shaky.

I wiped my slick fingers on Helen's thigh, leaving a glistening trail. "Her pussy isn't releasing the heat fast enough. There's a blockage—deep inside her pussy." I met Helen's dazed, lust-blown gaze. "We need to open her up. Stretch her pussy wide. Force the heat out."

Helen's lips parted. "W-what...?"

"Something inside your pussy," I said, pressing my thumb to her entrance again, teasing her with the barest pressure. "Something thick enough to push against that blockage. To milk the heat out of you."

Helen's pussy rippled at the words, her inner lips fluttering. "I-inside me...?"

"Yeah." Didn't even bother waiting for her to come up with some excuse. I got to my feet and yanked out my leaf skirt.

Ravina's eyes damn near popped at my dick, which was already getting there thanks to Helen's soaked pussy on display. I grabbed my cock, gave it a lazy stroke. "See this?" I grinned, cock heavy in my fist. "I'm about to fuck that needy little heat right outta you."

Helen's breath snagged, her lashes raking the sheets as she looked at my dick—big, veiny, and maddeningly erect no matter her noxiousness. "What... how is this possible? Your cock still so hard right in front of a dirty woman like me?" Stammering, but her gaze shot with something more intense than embarrassment.

The same question others had asked about my skin—gone, replaced by something unnatural, something that made me a monster in their eyes. But not in hers. Not when her thighs were already parting, her scent thick in the air like copper and lust.

With hardly more than a whisper, Ravina recounted my story as if it were painful. Helen seemed to have forgotten how to breathe properly as she just stared with her mouth hanging open. I was afraid she might faint there for a moment. "Gods," she managed, licking her lips and speaking in a shaky voice.

"It's a pity my and Ravina's pussy has stopped dripping bleeding..." Her gaze dragged up my body, lingering on the swollen head of my cock. "Otherwise, we could've had just...."

Fucking bitch. Even if she was sick, she was still a predator. Still hungry.

Then her expression fractured. Her voice softened, almost pleading. "Are you... Are you really okay with this? Putting that inside me? You must be disgusted just looking at me. You don't have to force yourself."

I knew what she was thinking that I was doing this out of pity. That I was sacrificing something. Like she was worth the cost.

Ravina just stared. Honestly, it was like she forgot how to blink—her gaze zeroed in on my cock, lips parted, barely breathing. The way her chest rose and fell, I could've sworn she was hypnotized by that little droplet at the tip, shiny as hell.

I cleared my throat. " I'm a healer," I said, voice coming out kinda ragged. "And I promised Elder Ravina I'd save you."

Ravina flinched at the title, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Dexter... call me Aunt Ravina." Her fingers twitched toward me, then pulled back. "Thank you. For doing this for Helen. And I swear, I'll take you back to the Kronos Tribe after this. I'm sorry for threatening you."

"It's fine," I lied. The memory of her spear at my shoulder was still fresh. "If this saves her life, I'm willing."

But I wasn't doing it for her.

Helen's breathing? Totally a mess—sharp, uneven, almost desperate. I dragged the head of my cock along her dripping folds, taking my damn time, flicking at her clit, just feather-light, right where she wanted it most, but slow as hell.

Man, that little button was already swollen to hell, poking out and quivering like it couldn't decide if it wanted to hide or beg for more. Every shaky breath she sucked in just made it twitch harder.

"Ah—shit! Fuck—!" Her hips shot up before I'd barely done anything. Yeah, her body was way ahead of us, begging while her brain hadn't even caught up.

My thumb found her clit and didn't exactly hold back—pressing, circling, rough enough she couldn't help but let out this strangled little whimper. "Already dripping for me, huh?" I muttered, voice all dark and low, real close to her ear. "Filthy. Even now, when you should be scared out of your mind."

"N-No, st—!" Her hips jerked like she wanted to get away, but yeah, good luck with that. Her cunt just pulsed harder, slick running down her thighs. Honestly, it was pathetic—hot, though. I kept up—thumb working tighter, faster. Her words just broke apart into a noise that was mostly pure need.

"Y-You—! Ah—! Bastard—!"

I leaned closer, lips barely grazing her ear. "You fucking love this." My other hand clamped on her hip, squeezing so tight I'd probably leave marks for days. My thumb? Still all over her clit—teasing, pressing, those shivery little flicks. Not giving her a single second to catch her breath or squirm away.

"N-Nno—! I—I hate—! Aaaah—!" Her back arched, her nipples hardening against the torn fabric of her dress, her clit throbbing under my touch like a second heartbeat.

I pinched it—hard.

"AAAAH—! FUCK—!" Her entire body convulsed, her pussy gushing a fresh wave of slickness, her inner walls fluttering in anticipation. I released the pressure just enough to let her catch her breath—then slammed two fingers inside her without warning.

"NGH—! TOO—! TOO MUCH—!" Her walls clamped down around my fingers, her clit twitching against my palm as I curled my fingers, dragging them along her front wall—right where I knew her G-spot would be.

"You're dripping, Elder Helen," I growled, my cock aching with the need to replace my fingers. "Your pussy's begging for it. Try to push out all the heat inside it." I twisted my wrist, grinding the heel of my palm directly against her clit while my fingers pumped in and out of her in short, brutal strokes.

"P-Please—! I—I can't—! I'll break—!" Her voice was raw, her thighs trembling, her clit swollen to the point of pain under my relentless assault.

Taking my damn time, I carefully slid my fingers out to make sure she felt every scrape along her needy, soaked heat. didn't hurry. Allow her to shiver as she twists and gasps.

Then, without giving her a chance to catch her breath, I circled swiftly and viciously while applying a firm thumb pressure to her clit. With my cock in hand, I pushed straight up to her door, promising her more.

"Elder Helen, you have to take it.. It's for healing you," I commanded, my voice a dark promise. And you're going to feel on my cock like the needy whore you are.. I said this in my head.

"N-No—! I—I won't—! Ah—! Ah—!"

I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, my cock tearing through her resistance, stretching her ruined pussy wide open. The moment my cockhead breached her cervix, her clit pulsed violently against my thumb, her entire body locking up as I bottomed out inside her.

"AAAAAAAH—! IT'S TOO DEEP—! IT HURTS—!" Her nails raked down my back, drawing juices, but her hips rolled, grinding her clit harder against my thumb, chasing the pain-pleasure like a starving addict.

I didn't stop.

I screwed her hard, my dick thrusting in and out of her ravaged cunt, my thumb smushing her clit in hard, remorseless circles. Each drive jammed a scream from her mouth, her pussy spilling around me, her clit pounding like it would burst.

"You're close," I snarled, my voice rough with effort. "I can feel it. Your clit's pulsing like a fucking heartbeat. Your pussy's milking me." I leaned down, my teeth grabbing her nipple through the fabric, biting down just as I twisted my thumb over her clit—

"AAAAAAH—! I'M—! Aaaaaaaaaahh! DON'T STOP—! PLEASE—! PLEASE—!"

Whew, when she came, it was nuts—her whole body just arched up, nearly threw me off, fingers digging in deep like she was holding on for dear life, her hips bucking all over the place, that little clit of hers going absolutely wild under my thumb.

Swear on everything, I could feel every freakin' pulse—she locked around me, blazing hot, like she was starving for it, sucking me in deeper, just desperate to take all of it. Seriously, she was soaking—just messy, slick all over us, no way you could miss it.

The curse ripped from my throat like a growl—"Fuck—!"—as the heat in my gut twisted into something feral. My balls had drawn up so tight they ached, my cock throbbing like a live wire buried inside her.

I mashed my thumb harder against Helen's clit, grinding in cruel little circles, and she screamed, her back bowing off the bed as I slammed home, my hips flush against her ass.

No more holding back.

My release detonated—thick, scorching ropes of cum blasting deep, painting her insides in pulsing gushes. Each jet hit like a brand, my cock kicking violently, my sac emptying with obscene force. "Nnngh—! Fuck—!" My vision whited out for a second, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise as I locked us together, my cum flooding her, drowning her, owning her from the inside.

"AAAAH—! YES—! OH GODS—! IT'S—IT'S TOO MUCH—!" Helen's voice just collapsed, man—she came hard. The way she clenched around me, yeah, you could practically feel that rush ripping right through her. I kept working her clit with my thumb, all swollen and soaking wet, and she just kept coming. Her legs were shaking so badly.

"Your seed—! It's burning me—! Aaaah—! I can feel it—! So deep—! So hot—!" Her words dissolved into a wet, gagging moan as another wave of cum splattered against her cervix, her body milking me for every last drop.

I didn't stop.

Not when her legs went weak. Not when her breath turned to ragged, sobbing gasps. Not even when my cock finally twitched, spent, still buried in her ruined cunt—her walls fluttering around me, desperate, like she couldn't bear to let me go.

But she hadn't squirted.

With a wet, obscene sound, I pulled out—and the moment my cock left her, it happened.

Torrents of cum poured out of her open pussy, so thick and white it dropped in heavy ropes down her ass, and it fell on the stone bed beneath hers.

The noise, slick and dripping and glorious, made my spent dick itch to get hard again. Her lips had been swollen, stretched as a broken faucet, and leaking like a broken faucet, cum oozing out in slow, obscene drip, her inside walls clenching on nothing, attempting to retain it but without success.

"This... this much...?" Ravina's voice was hoarse, her eyes wide as she stared at the mess. "It's—it's enough to breed a dozen women—!" She swallowed hard, her gaze flicking between Helen's dripping cunt and the growing puddle beneath her.

Helen was gasping like she'd just run a marathon, honestly, chest rising and falling so hard you'd think she might just lift off. Sweat stuck her hair to her forehead—yep, glistening all over, looking like she'd survived a storm and not, well, that. Ravina reached over, a worried frown scrunching her brow, hand landing gently on Helen's forehead.

"Sister Helen, are you—?" she tried, but nope, Helen wasn't answering, just made this tiny, strangled noise—like a puppy having a wild dream. She was shaking head to toe, legs all jelly, the aftershocks still hitting her hard.

"Why isn't she healed yet?" Ravina's voice cracked, her fingers digging into Helen's shoulder. "You said—you said this would—!"

I chuckled darkly in my head.

Of course, she isn't healed.

I kept my face serious, solemn, as I reached out, trailing a finger through the cum slicked between Helen's thighs. "Her condition is far worse than I thought."

I pushed two fingers inside her—slow, deliberate—and her body jerked, a broken gasp spilling from her lips. "The heat... It's still there." I curled my fingers, dragging them out coated in my cum and her juices, letting her see the filthy proof. "I'll need to... extract it differently."

"Then do it!" Ravina snapped, her voice raw.

I already had.

While they were distracted, I'd pulled up the Supermarket Store—scrolled past the cheap fever medicines, the basic healing potions. No. If I was going to play, I was going to play right.

The Virus Immunity Injection had cost me 100 pervert points—a pinprick needle, glowing faintly, filled with something far more potent than mere medicine. No generic fever medicine. If this were viral, I wasn't taking chances. And if it wasn't? Well. I don't want to hurt her.

And if it wasn't a virus?

Well.

A man could only live so many lives. Might as well indulge in the ones he got.

The needle was in my system storage, ready to be used, my gaze dropping to Helen's cum-drenched pussy—still leaking, still throbbing, her lips parted like a whore's after a long, hard fuck.

Then I looked at Ravina.

Her tits were jiggling, her nipples hard, her thighs pressed together like she was fighting her own arousal. Her tongue darted over her lips, her eyes glued to the mess between Helen's legs.

"Aunt Ravina." My voice was low, rough, and commanding. "I need your help."

She froze. "W-What?"

I gestured to Helen's pussy—still weeping cum, still glistening, her inner walls peeking obscenely with every twitch. "Lick my seed out of her." A pause. "All of it."

Ravina's face burned. "W-What?!"

Helen whined, "S-Sister, I—I can't—!"

"S-Sister—!" Helen whined, her hands flying to cover her face, her body trembling. "N-No—! Don't—! It's dirty!" But her hips twitched, her pussy clenching around nothing, begging for more.

"It's for your own good," Ravina hissed, but her voice wavered. She was already moving, already kneeling, her hands trembling as she spread Helen's thighs wider.

The first lap of her tongue was hesitant—just the outer lips, tasting the cum slicked there. Helen gasped, her body jerking. "Aaaah—! It's—too sensitive—!" But Ravina didn't stop.

"Mmm—" A low, hungry sound escaped her as she licked again, deeper this time, her tongue pressing against Helen's entrance. The sound—wet, sloppy, desperate—made my cock throb.

"That's it," I growled, stepping closer, my hand finding Helen's tits, pinching her nipple until she moaned. "Get it all out."

Ravina obeyed.

Her tongue plunged inside, swirling, scooping out thick globs of my cum, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed. "Mmm—! Nngh—!" She wasn't just licking anymore—she was fucking Helen's pussy with her tongue, digging for every last drop, her own pussy dripping onto the sheets.

Helen was a wreck—"Aaaah—! Sister—! It's too much!"—her hips bucking, her nipples rock-hard, her body trembling as Ravina ate her out, cleaned her, worshipped the mess I'd made.

And gods, the sight of it—

Ravina's tongue, glistening with my cum, Helen's juices. Helen's pussy, still gaping, still leaking, her walls fluttering around nothing. The obscene sounds—slurping, gasping, wet, filthy moans—

I couldn't take it.

My hand shot out, gripping Ravina's hair. "Aunt, you need to clean Deeper," I ordered, pushing her face against Helen's soaked cunt. "Get every drop."

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