Ravina let out this guttural moan, tongue darting and desperate, nails leaving faint marks on Helen's thighs. Helen practically lost her mind—arched her back with a cry, shuddering through another shaky orgasm while Ravina just kept going, stubborn and hungry, licking her clean like she couldn't get enough.
"P-Please—!" Helen begged, her voice breaking. "I-I can't take any more—!"
And when Ravina finally pulled back, her lips shiny, her chin dripping, her eyes glazed with lust, I knew—
Her skin glowed, sweat catching the light, as she knelt down between Helen's legs, like she belonged there or something. Her grin was kinda sideways, lips still sticky from me, hair sticking to her face in damp curls. Hell, she looked like she'd sprinted five miles—breathing hard, chest rising and falling, just totally wrecked and wanting more.
She wasn't just aroused.
She was starving.
"Is... is this okay...?" Ravina's voice was broken and unsure, and her fingers were nervously moving at her sides as if she desired to touch but lacked the courage. Her nipples were standing out, her pussy was wet, and her thighs were pressed vigorously as if to suppress the heat in them.
I didn't answer with words.
Instead, I looked down at Helen—spread beneath us, her pale body trembling, her pussy still swollen from earlier, the inner lips glistening where Ravina had licked her clean. A thin string of cum still dripped from her entrance, proof of how thoroughly she'd been used.
"Hmm..." I rumbled, nodding as I stepped between Helen's legs, my cock already thick, heavy, leaking at the tip. "It's okay... Now let me deal with her."
Ravina bit her lip, her gaze flicking between my cock and Helen's pussy before she moved aside, her body tense with anticipation.
I hoisted Helen's legs over my shoulders, spreading her wide, exposing her completely. Her pussy lips parted obscenely, still slick, still sensitive, and when I slapped the head of my cock against her clit, she jerked, a broken "Aaaah—! Hmmm—!" spilling from her lips.
"E-Elder Helen..." I murmured, my voice dark, mocking, as I traced the tip of my cock along her slit, spreading her juices. "This time... I'll completely heal you."
Her protest came out as a needy moan. "It's too much... it's tearing me again..." But her hips betrayed her, lifting slightly as if seeking more of my touch. The inner lips of her cunt fluttered, already hungry despite her words.
I looked at Ravina, whose fingers were already creeping between her own thighs. "Aunt Ravina," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for refusal. "Straddle her face. I want your mouth on her clit while I fuck her deep. Your tongue will help draw out the remaining heat in her pussy."
Ravina's black eyes, which had grown big, gave her no doubt that she wanted more, however. She moved on Helen's stomach, her big breasts moving with each sway, until she was on top of Helen's chest.
As Ravina lowered herself, her plump pussy lips brushed against Helen's nose. Helen turned her head away with a whimper. Ravina moved her face closer to my cock and Helen's pussy.
The place compelled Helen's face to be under Ravina's fat legs, with her face only a couple of yards from Ravina's wetness. The smell of Ravina's getting off - earthy and deep - was now in the middle of the room between them.
I didn't wait for Helen's compliance. With one hard thrust, I buried myself to the hilt in her tight cunt. Helen screamed into Ravina's pussy, the vibration making Ravina gasp. The sound of my cock pistoning in and out of Helen's soaked hole filled the cave, wet and obscene.
Ravina moaned as Helen's tongue, driven by instinct, flicked out against her clit. "Oh gods..." she gasped, her hips rolling against Helen's face. Her own tongue snaked out, finding Helen's engorged clit with unerring precision.
The clit itself was a masterpiece of arousal - swollen to nearly twice its normal size, the little button peeking out from its hood like a ripe berry.
Ravina's tongue moved around it, touching the sensitive flesh with her tongue and then flicking straight against the most sensitive spot. Helen's back curved from the furs, a loud scream coming from her throat as her vagina clenched sharply around my cock.
"Fuck, you are so tight when you are about to push out your heat," I said angrily, driving into her with more force. Every movement made her yell into Ravina's pussy, the vibrations making Ravina insane.
Ravina ground herself against Helen's face, her juices coating Helen's chin and lips. "Hmmm.. Sister, don't..aaaaaaaah aaaaaaah " she panted. " Don't lick there.. it's making me feel... aaaaah feel.. ah strange.."
Ravina's pussy swallowed up Helen's muffled protests, but her tongue didn't stop, and with growing fervor, she was lapping Ravina's folds. The flavor of another woman's excitement seemed to open new horizons for her, for she was impatiently bringing her hips to meet of my thrusts.
I reached down and, with my fingers spread, touched the lips of Helen's vagina and saw my penis entering her. The inside of her was a lovely pink, and she was very slippery with her juices and my cum from before.
The ridges on her vagina were stroking my penis with each of my thrusts, and her body was doing movements to get me deeper, even pulling at me with her whimper that it was too much.
Ravina's fingers traced the path to Helen's clit, gripping the sensitive nub between her fingers. Helen screamed into her cunt, her body shaking as another orgasm tore through her. Her vagina clenched my cock as tightly as ever, and her juices flowed out onto me.
"That's it," I grunted, feeling my own release building. "Release your heat, Elder Helen. Let us heal you properly."
I held Helen's trembling body impaled on my cock. Her pussy was a ruined mess—swollen lips gaping around my cock, her inner walls fluttering weakly as I pressed deeper. The tip of my cock nudged against her cervix, feeling the resistance of her womb just beyond.
Helen's breath came in short gasps as I pushed in deeper, my cock head tearing through her hymen with a wet pop. "Aaaaaahhhh—! NNGH!It's—it has gone inside me! Oh gods, it's too deep!" Her fingers scraped the furs as her back curved. I thrust all the way in, my balls rubbing against her ass. The feeling of my cock entering her womb made her whole body stiffen; her thighs trembled intensely.
"That's it, Elder Helen," I said in a low voice, my voice filled with dark pleasure. "Exactly where your heat is trapped. I have to pull it out... every bit of it."Her lower stomach was my target. I slid my hand down and pressed firmly just above her pubic bone. The force made her wine, her cunt tightening around me.
Ravina, still straddling Helen's face, paused her licking to watch with wide, hungry eyes. Her own pussy glistened with Helen's saliva, her thighs slick with arousal. "W-What are you—?"
Helen's eyes flew open in panic as I shifted my weight, my cock buried deep in her womb. "N-No! Wait—! I-I can't—! It's too much—!" But her protests were cut off as I released the pressure I'd been holding.
A hot, stinging stream erupted from my cock, filling her womb with my piss. Helen's entire body locked up, her back bowing off the furs as a choked scream tore from her throat. "AAAAAAAHHH—! NNGH! IT'S—IT'S BURNING—!"
She made a disgusting noise as the liquid was poured inside her, a 'wet glug-glug' as her vagina trembled to accommodate the overflow. Her vagina spasmed around my penis, her dilated walls pushing against the unwanted intrusion, but I didn't let go of her hips, making her accept the entire volume by force.
A fine jet of golden fluid leaked out of her pussy and mingled with the cum already streaming out of her used hole. I smelled of ammonia, sharp and pungent, and mixing with the musk of sex.
Ravina sucked in a sharp breath, her thighs pressing together without her even thinking about it. "Are you seriously... peeing in her?"
I let out a low chuckle, something wicked curling through my words. "No, Aunt Ravina. I am healing her. I am attacking the heat inside her to break out with my piss."
My cock throbbed as I pushed in harder, the final hot flood spilling inside. Helen let out this wild gasp, her whole body trembling, juices and everything else making a mess all over the damned furs.
"Aaaahhh—! It's still coming—! NNGH! I-I feel it everywhere—!" Another spasm shook Helen as her womb attempted to dispel the intrusion, a sob in her throat breaking. There was another rush of fluent liquid that burst over her thighs.
I did not give her any chance to recover. Snarling, I started again to fuck her, my cock plunging in and out of her ruptured cunt, and her womb still sloshing with my piss. With every stroke, another wave of liquid spurted out of her, the grotesque noises of moist flesh vibrating in the hut.
"Oh gods—! It's leaking—! Aaaahhh—! It's dripping out of me—!" Helen's voice was a broken whine, her body trembling as her pussy continued to expel the mixture of fluids.
Helen's well-used cunt and the sharp tang of urine still leaking from her violated womb. Her pussy was a ruined mess - swollen lips gaping obscenely around my cock, her inner walls fluttering weakly as I fucked her through her humiliation.
The wet squelch of my cock pistoning in and out of her filled the cave, mixing with her broken sobs and Ravina's hungry slurping.
Helen's face was a mask of pleasure and shame, with tears streaming down her temples and her cheeks flushing crimson. "P-Please, please! Too much—! I—I can't! AAAAHHH—" Another vicious thrust sent my cock crashing into her cervix, shattering her voice. Despite her protests, her traitorous body responded by clenching her pussy around me.
I grabbed her hips tighter, slamming into her without mercy, my fingers clutching her soft skin like I needed something to anchor myself. "You can," I growled, voice rough and low, all dark promise.
"And you will." My ejaculation was building, and with it, my cock got bigger and thicker. The obnoxious glug-glug of fluid moving inside her made my balls pull up.
Then it happened.
Helen's body locked up as her pussy seized around my cock, causing her back to arch violently. "N-NO—! I—I sense—AAAAAAAAAH! I can already feel my piss coming out! UMMMM—! I can't—! AAAAAAAAH."
Her body completely betrayed her, and her words broke into a broken wail. My iron grip on her hips forced her to take every brutal inch as her pussy spasmed in a desperate attempt to push my cock out.
Her squirting pussy sprayed my chest in a thick arc, the fluid splattering against my skin with audible plinks, and the first spurt hit me like a warm wave.
The second spurt was stronger, shooting all the way to Ravina's face, the golden liquid dripping down her dark cheeks.
"Quickly, Aunt Ravina!" I barked at Ravina. "Lick her pussy! Her heat's coming out—all at once!"
Ravina didn't hesitate. She dove between Helen's thighs like a starving animal, her tongue lashing at Helen's swollen clit as I pistoned my cock in and out of her convulsing cunt. Helen's screams filled the cave, her body jerking with each powerful spurt, her fluids mixing with the piss still leaking from her womb.
The third shot was the most powerful one so far. It came out in Ravina's face a thick, pulsating arc, no part of her face left dry. Not at all shocked, she actually opened her mouth and grabbed it, her throat working as she swallowed Helen's discharging liquids.
"Mmm-! So much-! You taste so good-!" Her words were cut off by the following shot that hit her dead in the mouth.
Helen's cunt had become a fountain, as I was pumping out rhythmic pulses, the fluids were dripping down her crack and pooling on the furs beneath her, the loud and clear cries of her orgasm were resonating through the cave.
"AAAAH! IT WON'T STOP! UMMMM—! IT'S TOO MUCH—! AHHH—!"
While they were both distracted—Helen lost in her humiliating release, Ravina greedily lapping at her pussy—I reached into the System storage.
Cold and sharp, my fingers closed around the needle. I pressed it against Helen's thigh and injected the contents with a fast, deliberate motion.
She was too preoccupied with the strong spurts still coming out of her pussy even to notice. After injecting the content of the needle into her thighs, I put it back in System storage.
The fifth spurt, which shot straight up and then rained down on us both, was especially powerful. Most of it trickled down Helen's chin and onto her swollen belly, but Ravina managed to get some in her mouth. In addition to the perspiration that was already dripping off my skin, the sixth spurt struck me in the chest, thick and warm.
Helen's body was completely undone now, and we were drenched in piss as her pussy exploded in powerful bursts.
The hut smelled of her release—salty, musky, and like a woman who had been utterly shattered. With Helen's fluids glistening on her face and her tongue never resting, Ravina was consuming every drop.
I yanked my cock out of Helen's ruined pussy with one last vicious thrust. Another strong stream of fluid erupted from her as soon as I pulled away, splattering across my chest and Ravina's eager mouth.
Ravina enthusiastically gripped Helen's thighs, her tongue flicking out to taste every drop, her eyes glazed with desire. She wasn't just drinking - she was enjoying, as her throat moved when she gulped down Helen's ejaculating liquids, her own wetness leaking onto Helen's face below her.
The last spurts from her pussy were feeble but no less degrading for Helen. They were released in thick dribbles, going down her anus and spreading on the furs underneath her. Her ribs were rising and falling heavily, her breath coming in short gasps, her face showing a combination of shame and relaxation.
Ravina, still perched right over her, dipped down and planted a filthy, claiming kiss right on Helen's messy, aching cunt. "Told you I will not let anything happen to you.. Now you will definitely get better," she murmured, voice rough and all smug.
Helen managed this pathetic little whine—couldn't even get a word out, just half-gone and trembling. Or at least she tried, but then Ravina's fingers landed on her clit, teasing it in those maddening, lazy circles. Helen's hips jolted like she had no say in it at all, just pure instinct, pure reaction.
Ravina said, " Keep pushing it out, sister.. just like that..."
A fresh gush of fluids spilled from her well-used pussy, mixing with the puddle already soaking the furs beneath her.
The sound of three weary bodies breathing raggedly filled the cave, and the air was heavy with the smell of submission and sex.
Helen had had her strongest spurt ever, a thick, pulsing gush that had soaked us all before she passed out, her chest heaving as her body finally gave in to exhaustion.
Honestly, under Ravina, her skin had cooled way down—no more blazing heat, just that damp aftermath clinging to her, proof of what we'd done. Kinda wild how fast things switch like that.
Right there, Ravina was straddling Helen's stomach, her chest rising and falling, sweaty skin catching every stray light like she'd been running a marathon—well, a very specific kind of marathon. Her legs squeezed tight like she was holding in more than just pain, hands all jumpy at her sides, not sure what to do with themselves now that the storm's passed.
And she kept licking her lips, eyes locked on—yep. That look? Made my heart pound faster, if that was even possible.
Voice shaky, she murmured, "Your cock..."—not subtle, but hey, I wasn't complaining.
I got up, grabbed my leaf skirt that was lying on the ground, put it on by dragging it, and started walking around, but, honestly, it was mostly to hide that I could hardly contain my desire, and I'm almost shaking. "I am okay," I said with a calm voice despite my cock that was throbbing.
I looked at her, seeing the way her body trembled, the way her nipples were hard, and her skin flushed. "I think it's time you sent me back to my tribe," I said, turning away slightly. "My woman would be worried about me."
I said this, wanting to see how Honry Ravina was, what she would do now.
Ravina froze, shoulders tense, nails digging into her palms. "No." The word tumbled out, all shredded, barely holding together. She moved quickly, slipping between me and the exit, chin up like she might just burst into flames if I took another step. Eyes wild—something between panic and don't you dare.
"You're not leaving. Not now." Her voice shook, and I could see her nerves—hell, I could almost feel them. She drew in a ragged breath, her hands wandering over herself, as if grounding.
Down her chest, around her waist, palms pausing at the curve of her hips. "When we were on the horse earlier... You said something about my pussy dripping?" Her words got tangled, heat flushing up her throat.
Her fingers slid down her stomach, slipping between her thighs. I could see how wet she was, her juices glistening in the firelight. "It does," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Ravina's eyes grew larger, the look of something fierce and needy very quickly crossing her features. She stepped nearer, her voice so low and touching that it was like a prayer.
"It is inside of me... the fire. It's consuming me, just like Helen's was. I need you to support me... touch me, make me feel better until there is nothing left." Her hand was shaking as she extended it to me, and she used her fingers to barely graze my arm. "I beg you... I can't stand it any more."
"Maybe I am also ill... I need someone to help me."
Maintaining only a slight distance between her legs, she used her fingers to draw back the skin of her labia and show somebody the shiny, swollen tissue inside. "See... I am dripping. If you will not help me, then I will keep you here for a long, long time."
Her voice cracked, all shaky and raw, like she was barely holding it together. "Please," she whispered, almost choking on the word.
"I saw how healed sister Helen... how you forced her to piss so hard, how you filled her until she was healed. I want the same. I want you in me, stretching me, filling me until I am... satis.... heal..healed... yes.. healed"
She fell on her knees before me, her black eyes with a mixture of pleading and hunger looking at me. "I will do anything," she said, her hands creeping up my thighs.
"Just please... put your cock inside me. Heal me like you healed her."
Her fingers found the edge of my leaf skirt, tugging at it gently. "Let me see it," she pleaded. "Let me touch it... taste it. I need to feel you inside me. Please..."
Holy smokes, that was some serious sexual tension, I tell you! She was next to me, on her knees, absolutely consuming me with her need as if I was her only source of water in a parched wasteland.
Those eyes—man, you'd swear she was pleading with her soul, not just her lips. "This heat's gonna melt me alive,'' she mumbled, voice all raspy and desperate. "I can't take it, you gotta do something—anything. Please."
Right then, like life's got a sick sense of humor, Sabina popped in, her eyes practically bugging out as she took in the whole scene. Perfect timing, huh?
And just like that, Ravina snapped upright, flipping the switch from smoldering mess to ice queen. I couldn't help it—a smirk crept up, because seriously, watching her shift gears that fast? Wild.
It was almost funny how she changed from being on her knees, pleading for my cock, to standing tall and lying to Sabina with a steady voice.
"Sister Ravina," Sabina said, her voice laced with concern. "Is everything okay?"
Ravina's back went cold. Her voice reverberated with authority as she said, "Nothing is wrong." "Sister Helen has been treated by Dexter. She is now well."
Sabina strolled over to Helen's crumpled body—eyes scanning, hawk-like, sucking in every detail. Drops to a squat, gets real close, sniffing the air with that pointy nose of hers. "Ugh, what's that smell?" she says, wrinkling her nose, fully horrified.
Her fingers brushed against the wet animal skins beneath Helen, then pulled back with a look of disgust. "The furs are wet... and the stone bed is completely soaked..." Sabina's gaze flicked between Ravina and me, her eyes narrowing. "Did sister Helen piss herself?"
Ravina opened her mouth, but I cut her off with a dark chuckle. "Not exactly," I said, stepping forward. The movement made my leaf skirt shift, drawing Sabina's eyes to the obvious bulge beneath. "Your sister was very sick. The heat inside her needed to be... flushed out completely."
Ravina told her how I fucked Helen's pussy hard, making her piss herself to push out the heat trapped inside her.
Sabina's eyes widened as comprehension dawned. "You put your cock inside a dirty woman..." she whispered, her voice trembling with shock. "And even put your seed inside her..."
I shrugged, my cock twitching at the memory. "She's healed now. Completely healed. That's what matters."
The mess still seeping from Helen's well-used pussy caught Sabina's attention as she looked down at Helen's spread thighs.
Then her gaze shifted to Ravina, observing her reddish skin, her firm nipples, and the way her thighs were pressed together.
Man, the smell in there was so heavy and pungent you could have suffocated with it - it was all heat and skin and that raw, animal scent that comes when bodies merge. It was like the air itself was there for the party, sticking to us, making my skin tingle and itch.
Sabina? Yeah, she was staring at it with her whole being and could not stop her gaze. She saw the slow, glistening unraveled that Ravina spread on her legs, dilating her pupils, all dark and wild. Not at all restrained. She seemed like she could devour her right there.
Ravina was lit up with firelight, which cast both gold and shadows over her exposed legs. Her entire being was bloated, glistening, as if she were calling for someone's hand to come and touch her—really, she looked as if she were the least bit subtle, a fully ripe peach that has been cut with its juice running out.
Sabina's voice was hoarse and anxious-sounding, but if we are being honest, there was a whole lot more to her eyes than these words. Desire, perhaps some shame, maybe not. "Sister, what is wrong with you?" she asked, but the way she was staring... well, it wasn't concern talking.
"Your face is red... and your..." Her gaze dropped to the obscene display between Ravina's thighs, her own breath hitching as she took in the sight of her elder's dripping cunt.
Ravina was not concerned about her modesty. She moved her legs out wider in a slow and deliberate manner, her fingers gently stroking the slippery folds of her vulva.
The movement made her labia part more, thus exposing the light pink of her inner skin, which was still wet with her secretions. "It is nothing," she said, her voice heavy with desire. "It is just my pussy that started to drip water when I saw Dexter... how he was healing Sister Helen..."
Her finger moved down, fully separating her folds, thus giving Sabina a clear view of her dripping opening. A thick drop of desire surged at her entrance before it fell down to mix with the moisture that was already on her thighs.
"So I was asking Dexter to treat it..." Ravina's voice trailed off into a needy whimper as her fingers circled her clit, the little nub already swollen and sensitive.
Watching the exchange, I felt a sort of dark amusement run through me, my cock still throbbing beneath the leaf skirt as I took in the scene.
These women were absolutely shameless, utterly without any fence or restraint, and when it came to their wants and desires. The fact was a bit shocking and intoxicating at the same time - them being so open about their needs, so ready to kneel and beg for what they wanted was quite a spectacle to behold.
Sabina's tongue darted out, quick and nervous, catching her bottom lip. She squeezed her thighs together like that would actually do anything about the aching heat building up—spoiler, it didn't.
"Seriously, why don't you just get it over with and help Sister Ravina already?" she snapped, shooting me a glare sharp enough to leave a mark. "For real, what's the delay?" Her eyes went down—there, to the clumsy heap beneath my leaf skirt—and then she looked at me again, expecting a reply.
Before I could respond, she added, her voice dropping to a breathy whisper, "After you have treated Sister Ravina... I also need treatment that will need your seed..." Her hand drifted down to her own thigh, her fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin. "I can still become pregnant... so I might have a chance..."
The way she said it—so blunt, so unashamed—made my cock twitch. This bitch is really begging for a cock...
"It's okay to treat Aunt Ravina," I said, my voice calm despite the fire burning in my veins. "But I think we should leave here so as not to disturb Elder Helen from taking a rest."
Sabina's eyes snapped to Ravina in shock. "Aunt Ravina?"
Ravina nodded, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. "Dexter is like a child... and he treated Sister Helen... so I let him call me Aunt Ravina..."
Sabina's face lit up with understanding, her own lips curling into a wicked grin. "Then call me Aunt Sabina... from now on..."
I looked at Sabina's eyes and nodded. Ravina chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm. "Yeah, you are right. Let's go to my place... let Sister Helen rest."
Sabina's joy was so great that she could barely restrain it. Her entire being was nearly vibrating with anticipation. But Ravina prevented her from going on after us out of the hut.
"What are you going to do?" she inquired, her voice resolute. "Stay here and take care of Sister Helen... and help her if she needs anything after she wakes up..."
Sabina was confused, and she mumbled; she clearly felt torn between her responsibility and her wish. "But..."
Ravina gave her a look that was both strict and commanding, her eyes dark with authority. Sabina eventually signalled assent, although her frustration was clear. "Alright... but I also need treatment..."
I couldn't help but smile as I watched the situation unfold with the thought of what was next running through my mind and making my cock get hard.
Ravina, man, she was a whole storm. Her thighs shook, breath all ragged, and yeah, you could practically see the need written all over her—no use pretending otherwise.
As we ducked out of the hut, she grabbed my hand, fingers squeezing tight. "Hurry up," she breathed, voice all shaky and desperate, "I can't stand waiting any longer..."
Her sentence let a surge of desire run through my body to the point my erection pressed hard against the leaves of my skirt. I wasn't even able to wait to feel her vagina that way—tight, moist, and craving as I entered her wildly, stuffing her with my sperm until she shouted my name.
And after Ravina, there would be Sabina, waiting for her own "treatment." The thought made my cock throb with anticipation. This tribe might have been primitive, but their appetites were anything but. And I was more than ready to satisfy them all.
When we left Helen's hut, the night air hit us like a warm, musky breeze, which had the smell of the roast meat and the dirt of the tribe's cooking fires. A group of women from the tribe were standing by the central fire pit, their dark eyes were flitting between us with a smile full of secrets. The firelight moved with their movements across their naked bodies, showing the outlines of their breasts and the shining sweat of their trained bodies.
One woman was grilling the meat standing near the fire. She had detailed tribal tattoos, and she turned to us when we approached her. The meat on her skewer was already smoking; the fat was dripping into the fire, making a very attractive little hissing sound. "Sister Ravina," said she, quite calmly but with power. "The meal is already waiting for us. You must be hungry...".
Ravina gave a glance that indicated that she was not sure about it, and her hand was still tightly holding mine. She was full of tension as she shook off her fear by leaning back on the stone, the way she had her legs so close together as if she were holding the pain in them. She was denying it by shaking her head, but then her eyes met mine, and she noticed the way the leaf part of my skirt was revealing, the way my body was betraying a complete control of desire.
"No... I..." she started, but then her voice went away. She turned to me, her dark eyes reflecting a weird mixture of sorrow and hope. "Are you hungry?" she asked, barely a whisper. "Take a bite..."
I saw the contradiction in her eyes – the longing for food battling with the much more primal desire that she had been suppressing since she first saw me having sex with Helen. The tribal women around us were talking quietly, watching us with obvious curiosity.
One of the younger women, whose breasts were full and heavy, came up with a piece of roasted meat. "Take it, Sister Ravina," she said, her voice sweet and inviting. "You need to eat. The meat is fresh, and the spices will give you strength."
Ravina's fingers kept moving at her sides, as if she had electricity running through her veins. Her breathing? It was a mess—short, sharp gasps, like she couldn't quite catch up. Honestly, I was able to smell her arousal—no exaggeration. That musky heat blending with the smoky roast meat scent was absurd.
Moreover, it wasn't only me; the other women also sensed it very clearly. Their reaction was unmistakable - the flaring of their nostrils, the darkening of their eyes, and the pressing of their lips. Like a damn pack of wolves scenting something wild.
I grabbed a piece of meat—without even thinking. My hand brushed against Ravina's, and she instantly shivered, her eyes going all big and shiny. I gave her a mischievous look, my voice dropping so low that it was almost a growl. "Thanks." Like we were in on some secret, just us.
In a very low voice, she gasped as I took the meat up to my mouth. I really can't blame her - my taste buds did their job perfectly, catching the drippings with my tongue. She looked at my mouth, her lips parted slightly, taking shallow breaths. If that was not a prompt for me, then I really didn't know what it was.
With a satisfying crunch, I went for the meat, and the taste exploded right there on my face. I might as well take a little pleasure out of it, wouldn't I?
After all, I wasn't going anywhere now, was stuck in this world. And with my Healing Factor, even if this meat was laced with poison, it'd be nothing more than a fleeting sting—a useless precaution I'd forgotten I no longer needed.
The thought made me smirk. All that time wasted—biting, chewing, forcing the meat into my System Storage—when I could've just devoured it like a man. Like a beast. Like something that didn't need to fear death.
The tribal women near us moved nearer, their figures against ours as they presented more food, their hands lightly touching mine.
While we were eating, I saw a pregnant woman coming towards us - her belly very big and pronounced. She was about to say something when Ravina promptly asked: "Agatha, is everything alright?"
Agatha's eyes went back and forth between us, a small smile of relief showing on her face. "That sister Ravina..." she began, her voice warm but weary. "I heard you brought back a healer this time... so..." She trailed off, eyes locking onto mine.
Agatha turned to me, silent expectation hanging in the air. Ravina chuckled softly, nudging the tension aside. "Just say it, Agatha. Don't fret—you're like a little sister to me."
Then, with quiet urgency, Agatha said, stammering: "I only want the healer to check on me... on us. Tell me if my child and I are well. And..." She hesitated, fingers absently tracing her belly. "How much longer until the birth?"
My gaze dropped to her body—her nakedness barely concealed, the curve of her belly taut and undeniable. Heat flushed through me.
This was the first time I had seen a pregnant woman in such a revealing manner, and so openly sensual. Her nipples, which were quite dark and full, attracted my gaze without me really intending to, and I started to think, could there be milk in them already?
Agatha looked like a woman in her early thirties, and her hair was a little wavy, and the length was shoulder. The fact that she was expecting had brought out in her a certain earthy and sexual nature that was mesmerizing. Her hips had become broader, her butt bigger, and her body had changed to something that was still more feminine and more basic.
Her pregnant form had curves that were mesmerizing- her breasts were so enlarged that they looked like they were twice their normal size, the dark brown nipples contrasting with her fair skin, already shining with what appeared to be the initial drops of milk.
As I looked at her, my dick, which was in my leaf skirt, went crazy, and my eyes dropped to her belly again, taking in the way it rose and fell with each breath.
Agatha's stomach was a glorious hemispherical, the skin was tight and shining, and the navel was sticking out a bit like a ripe button. The thought of what was inside her - of the life growing there - sent a primal jolt through me. I wanted to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin, to press my ear against her belly and listen to the heartbeat within.
I could see the faint blue lines of veins under her skin, proof of the increased blood flow that indicated that her body was ready to give birth. When she moved her weight, the breasts swung hypnotically, the movement that made my mouth water.
I saw the changes that the pregnancy had caused in her, partially - the lightening of the areolas, the faint purple tint to the veins in her breasts, the way her belly button had become like a little button.
Stretch marks that were on her lower belly were silver in color against her golden skin, signs that the body had a marvelous capacity to change and adapt.
Veins that were deep and feathery crisscrossed her bulging belly, tracing the silent routes under her transparent skin, giving away the story of a new life growing in her. Her breathing, stomach moving up and down, made my dick throb hard against my leaf skirt.
Maybe Agatha noticed my glance as she changed her position by a short distance, and so her breasts moved. A tiny drop of fluid was visible at the tip of one breast, and it glistened with the firelight.
Agatha's voice snapped me back to the moment—deeper now, resonant with the weight of her changing body. "Can you..." She hesitated, fingers tracing nervous circles over her swollen belly. "Can you examine me... thoroughly?"
I glanced at Ravina, whose thighs pressed tightly together as she swallowed. "You..." she murmured, voice strained. "You should look at her first. Then..." The unspoken, then what? hung between us.
I nodded, a silent reassurance. Ravina's deferral to me—asking permission in this moment—struck me as almost comical. I smirked, and she shot me a look sharp with frustration.
In a way, it felt like I was looking over Agatha again. "Alright,"
I said weakly, my voice breaking with longing, "But I'll need to check everything—your breasts, your belly..." My eyes darkened. "Between your legs."
Agatha trembled at my words, her nipples erect to small points, tiny droplets of milk shining at their peaks. The space separating us grew denser-her excitement, earthy and potent, wrapping around the tender, lactal scent of her pregnancy like smoke.
She didn't flinch. Didn't hide. Just turned to Ravina with the easy confidence of a woman who'd long since stopped caring what others thought. "Sister Ravina..." Her voice was warm, thick with need. "May I take him to my hut? So he can... examine me properly?"
Ravina's jaw clenched, but she nodded. Her gaze flicked to me, dark with warning. "Help her." A beat. "And don't think of running. I will have my people guard Agatha's hut."
I stepped closer, my lips brushing the shell of Ravina's ear as I murmured, "Don't worry, Aunt Ravina." The word dripped with mock reverence. "I won't run." My fingers grazed her arm, just for a second. "I still owe you a healing... for that dripping problem of yours."
Her breath hitched, lust flashing in her eyes before she masked it with a glare. I grinned and pulled back, already turning to follow Agatha.
Agatha led the way, her steps slow. Her hand was down on her extremely big stomach, fingers spread like she was holding the heaviness of both the baby and her need.
The way she was positioned gave a slight arch to her back, and hence her breasts were pushed out. The dark nipples can be seen very clearly, and they are still a bit shiny with the milk that was not used, and therefore the roundness of them is also moving with each one of her small steps.
Nonetheless, it was her hips that bewitchingly captured my attention.
With them, she was moving slowly as if they were not just hips but the body of a woman who was aware of the effect she had on men. The flesh on her buttocks was plenty, mature from pregnancy, and was moving with her every step, not in a disorderly way but in a beautiful, orderly, and controlled manner, as if she was seeing how far she could go with me before I lost control.
The more she turned, the more dimples she got, and the muscles of her legs were tensing under the very soft-looking skin that seemed like it was impossible to resist.
She didn't just walk—she performed. I stopped moving, just watching her hips move from a distance.
With each step she took, her bare feet went deeper into the earth, and her toes were slightly curled. It was as if she had been able to sense my glance at her, which is how a touch would have felt to her. She turned to me with her lips slightly open and her breath a bit faster. "Are you coming, healer?" she murmured, her tone being a mixture of happiness and something dark and out of this world.
Oh, I was coming alright.
And so was she.
Upon getting to her hut, she faced me, her hands instinctively supporting her stomach. The firelight that came from inside made her glow, showing the changes in her body. "Where... where should I...?" she said, her voice unsteady.
My glance moved quickly to the stone bed that was covered with layers of animal furs—thick, dark pelts that had been sewn together with great care, the kind of luxury that Kronos' tribe could never afford.
Horses. Animal Skin. Power. Ravina's people might have been running naked through the forest, but they were sleeping like kings.
I tore my eyes away, refocusing on Agatha. The furs would do nicely.
"On the bed," I ordered, my voice a rough growl, already thick with the promise of what was coming. "Back down. Legs spread wide." The last word came out like a whip crack, my patience fraying at the edges. I didn't just want to examine her.
She obeyed without hesitation, lowering herself onto the soft pelts, her belly rising like a magnificent dome between us. As she spread her legs, I caught my first full view of her pregnant pussy - the lips swollen and engorged, darker than before, glistening with her arousal. Her pubic hairs above were curly and blonde in color.
My hands were already moving on her, and I knelt between her spread thighs. My finger first to her skin was sparkling, warm, and soft; the texture was modified by pregnancy.
Sensing my fingers on the pussy lips, she let out a sharp breath, her spine was slightly arched, and her breasts were moved with the motion. "Aaaaah hmmm..." Earning 400 points.
"Does that feel good?" I murmured, my fingers tracing the slick folds of her cunt.
"Y-yes," she gasped, her back arching as my fingers finally breached her. The sound she made wasn't just a moan—it was a whimper, high and needy, her hips jerking up like she was trying to impale herself deeper. "But it's—nngh!—different now. So much... more..."
Fuck.
She wasn't lying.
Her cunt was a vice—swollen, drenched, the walls so tight they ripped at my fingers as I pushed in. The heat was obscene, her inner flesh pulsing around me in desperate little flutters, like she was already trying to milk me dry.
I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully against my thigh as I felt the way her body fought to stretch, her entrance resisting even two fingers like she was still a virgin.
"So tight," I growled, twisting my wrist to work a second finger inside. "Even with the baby in you, you're strangling my finger." Her walls clenched down hard, and I felt it—the way her muscles spasmed, the way her juices gushed around my knuckles, thick and slick and sweet. The sound was filthy, wet, and squelching every time I pulled back, like her body was begging me not to stop.
"Ah! Hmm... Is that a bad thing... for the baby?" she cried, but her hips rolled, her thighs trembling as she tried to take more. I curled my fingers, pressing against that spongy, sensitive spot inside her, and her entire body locked up—her back bowing, her tits heaving as another bead of milk leaked from her nipples.
"No....," I snarled, scissoring my fingers, stretching her open just enough to imagine my cock there instead. "Looking at your—dripping, clenching, pussy... I think you are in good health to give birth to a healthy child." Her pussy fluttered again, her juices coating my hand, dripping down to the furs beneath her.
[What would happen if I fucked her like this? Would that tight little cunt break around my hard cock?]
A thought suddenly struck me that alone nearly made me cum.
I could already picture such a scene in my mind...she stood on her hands and knees, that heavy belly swaying as I rutted into her from behind, her walls squeezing me so hard I'd have to fight for every inch. The way her tits would swing, milk leaking onto the furs as I pounded into her, her cries turning to sobs as she came around my cock—
But then—
A shift.
A tiny, unmistakable pressure against my palm, deep inside her.
The baby.
My breath hitched.
I know I am not a good person.
But I wasn't a monster to risk a baby's life like that.
I hate that I can't stop thinking about putting my cock inside her pregnant pussy. I don't merely want her—no, I want to destroy her. Break her down, hold her tightly by those hips, and screw her so insanely that she forgets all names save mine.
That tight, Pregnant pussy? I am already feeling it gripping me, dripping and hungry for release, as if she has been waiting for this moment just like me. If we make one mistake, this opportunity will be lost forever.
No second thoughts, no do-overs. Just me, her, and the sound of her moaning my name while I split her open.
I was thinking about it, so I decided to open the Supermarket Store real quick to see if there's anything I can pick up to help me feel more like a real healer or doctor, but before that, I need to see how many Pervert Points I have.
[ Pervert Debauchery System ]
Name: Dexter Williams
Age: 22
Skills: None
Abilities: Healing Factor, Limit Breaker, Universal Language
Pervert Points: 14748
System Storage: Magical Tool, Used Virus Immunity Needle, Soothing Cream, etc.
SUPER-MARKET STORE - Anything the host wishes to buy is available in the store, from food, clothing, skills, abilities, and anything else, by paying a corresponding Pervert Points.
The number glared back at me from the interface, bold and obscene:
14,000 Pervert Points.
My pulse spiked. Fourteen thousand? When the hell had I—? Oh. Oh, right. Helen's trembling thighs and squirting.
Fuck.
With these points, I was halfway to godhood already.
A devilish grin spread all over my face when I pictured it - flying, fire dancing at my fingertips, bending reality to my whim. The mere thought of it gave me such a rush of adrenaline that I groaned with pleasure through the furs.
My hand was still deeply inserted into Agatha's overgrown vagina, her muscles tightening around my fingers as if she wanted to trap me there, but my head was already somewhere else, captivated by the Supermarket Store's luminous interface.
I pulled up the Skills Menu.
The cheapest option was Swimming—10,000 points. Pathetic. I scrolled further, eyes scanning, until—
Doctor of Everything. 11,000 Pervert Points.
Modern medical knowledge. Expert-level precision.
My finger hovered over the purchase button—
(—First Purchase Discount: 90% OFF.)
I froze.
Ninety. Percent.
A laugh tore out of me, sharp and disbelieving. That meant... anything can be bought at 90% off..
I yanked up the Abilities Menu, my heart hammering. If the discount applied to everything—
Fourteen thousand points could buy me 140,000 worth of power.
I scrolled through the list, searching for the ability. The one that would make me untouchable. The one that would turn me from a man into a force of nature.
And then I saw it.
[Eternal Vitality – 140,000 Pervert Points "The ultimate life-manipulation ability."]
I tapped it, and the description unfolded:
Healing: Cure any wound, any disease, any ailment—physical or mental. Bring the dead back to life.
Lifespan Transfer: Give your years to others. Extend their lives.
Self-Empowerment: Consume your own lifespan to enhance your body, mind, and abilities beyond natural limits.
My breath caught.
This wasn't just an ability.
This was a cheat code.
With Healing Factor, I was already unkillable.
With Limit Breaker, I had no limits.
And now, with Eternal Vitality?
I could heal anyone. I could grow stronger just by being alive. I could even give others more time to live.
This power didn't cost me anything, because while others lose lifespan if they use this ability, they will die after overconsuming their lifespans.
I will not die. I have a Healing Factor
that gives me Infinite Lifespan.
I wasn't just a man with tricks anymore. I was something beyond that.
I was a fucking god.
I didn't hesitate.
PURCHASE.
The moment I confirmed it, knowledge flooded my mind like a tsunami. The knowledge about how to use my ability, how to give my lifespan to others, and how I could heal them, etc.
The integration was seamless. Limit Breaker devoured the new power, fusing it into my soul like it had always been there. No pain. No resistance. Just pure, unbridled power settling into my bones.
I flexed my fingers, feeling the weight of eternity in my grasp.
Agatha whimpered beneath me, her pussy still clenching around my fingers, her body aching for more.
I looked down at her, my grin turning feral.
"You're about to get the best treatment of your life, Agatha."
Because I wasn't just a healer anymore.
I was a god.
And gods play with their toys.
I closed the system interface and focused on pregnant beauty. I flicked my finger inside her pussy.. Agatha moaned, " Aaaahh.... what are you doing...?"
I said "I am making a way for the baby... so that he can come out easily.. If your pussy is too tight... it might be difficult for the child to move out."
Now, I don't have to worry about hurting Agatha or even the child. With Eternal Vitality, I am a GOD now.
Her answer was a pitiful, low whimper, and her hips were shaking with my hand. I could feel her juices coating my fingers, her arousal thick and rich. When I inserted my fingers inside her, touching that very sensitive point, she screamed, her spine going up, her chest gasping for air.
"AAaahh... Uhhh...," she breathed. "Is it so...?"
I slowly nodded, my voice barely above a whisper and very purposeful. "We have to make you ready—stretch you slowly—so the baby can come out effortlessly when it is time." My fingertips were moving along the air between us, as if we were performing the very deed.
Agatha's breath was ragged as she bit down on her lower lip with such force that it almost went white. A shiver coursed through her, her chest rising with uneven sobs. "Then... what are we going to do?" Her voice, grating with fear and something more sinister, was caught midway.
I looked down at her tits—plump, heavy, the nipples shining with the new milk. I pulled my fingers out of her in a very deliberate, slow motion; the slick noise was very loud in the silence. Her flavor lingered on my tongue, which I wiped off with my tongue, inhaling the scent of her passion.
"No—don't!" She turned away, wrung her hands in a feeble rage, her hips gave her away, and with a restless move. "It is... filthy."
I laughed and used my thumb to flick her clit. The movement made a wave through her - then further, into the tight arch of her stomach.
A sudden, sharp thump pressed against her skin from within, the child stirring as if in response. The bump rolled beneath my palm like a wave.
"What do you know, little mother?" I murmured, my breath warm against her thigh. "I'm tasting your body's truth—checking if the baby's health." My tongue darted out again, teasing the proof from her flesh.
Agatha gasped, her hands flying to her stomach. "When you—when you touched me there... it moved!" Wonder and alarm tangled in her voice.
I smirked, pressing my ear to the swell of her belly. The faint, muffled kick thudded against my cheek. "Of course it did." My voice dropped to a rumble. "It's happy. It knows its mother is being cared for."
Agatha's face turned bright as a day with no clouds, her large and swollen lips opening with a sigh, a breathless and motherly smile on her face. Her hand, full of her belly, the baby she was having moving inside her, a little, persistent thump-thump against her palm.
"R-really?!" she said, voice trembling with hope, her big, doe-like eyes looking mine for confirmation. "Is my baby... is my little one happy inside me?"
I made a slow, wolfy smile, that is the one a wolf gives a lamb just before it sinks its teeth in. "Very happy," I said. Then, my eye went down, staying on the still shining and swollen opening between her legs, her vagina lips puffy and wanting to be taken care of.
"But..." I trailed off, my fingers already itching to ruin her. "We do need to loosen you up a bit more. For the delivery."
Agatha blinked, her cheeks flushing pink, her voice so innocently confused it made my cock twitch. "H-how...?"
I didn't waste words.
I acted.
My hands crushed against her breasts, palms wrapping around the large, milk-packed mounds, my fingers clawing into the tender flesh. She breathed out sharply, her spine curving as my thumbs located her stiff, erect nipples—rough like my fucking thumbs, deep brown and shining with new milk.
I jerked her, and a jet of lukewarm, milky fluid came out of the small hole that my fingers were separating, flowing down her ribs to her belly.
+200 Pervert Points (100 Pervert Points per breast)
"Aaaah-! N-no, it-! Hnnngh! It hurts...!" Agatha sobbed, her fingers digging into the furs under her, her thighs shaking as she tried to move away.
Nevertheless, she did not really resist. Oh no. Her pussy tightened, another release of desire staining her back, her breath labored in sharp, short puffs.
"You must endure it," I said, my voice low and biting. "It's for the baby." My thumbs caressed her nipples, twisting just enough to elicit a yell from her, her breasts vibrating with the movement as she ran wild. "Gotta make sure you're prepared for the birth, huh?"
Her big, teary eyes stared at mine, and she bit her full lower lip as she nodded, her crotch pumping. "Y-yes..." she exhaled, choking up. "F-for the baby..."
Good fucking girl.
I tugged her nipples, stretching them, watching as fresh beads of milk welled at the tips, thick and creamy. Then I pinched—hard.
+400 Pervert Points (200 Pervert Points per nipple)
Agatha shrieked, her back bowing off the furs as a jet of warm milk exploded from her left tit, splattering across my face, dripping down my chin, the sweet, musky scent filling the air. "AAAAAH—! P-please, it's too much—!"
I didn't wipe it away.
I licked.
My tongue swirling in the milk on my lips, tasting her - sweet, creamy, and with a trace of salt. Goddamn It! It was ambrosia. My cock twitched, pre-cum soaking the inner side of my leaf skirt, the material sticking to my suffering cock as if it were a second skin.
Agatha was groaning, her chest heaving, and her panting was ragged and desperate, her thighs quivering, and her pussy glistening. But I had not yet finished with her.
"Mmm..." I murmured, my voice a low, satisfied growl. "Tasty." My hands freed her boobs, and they ached and were red from the scratching, milk still flowing from her skin. Then with my fingers, I traced down her stomach, seeing her shiver as her skin reacted to my touch.
"Now..." I said, my cock involuntarily moving at the thought of the next. "I will suck your nipples."
I moved closer, my breath scorching her ear. "To find out... if your milk is ready for the baby."
Agatha whimpered, her fingers clenching the furs. "Y-yes..." she breathed, her voice small, innocent—like she wasn't dripping for me. "P-please... be gentle..."
I chuckled, low and dark.
"I will be," I lied.
After that, I changed my position, my massive cock—thick with visible veins, oozing—touching her smooth, round, pregnant stomach, and my silhouette was covering hers. As she gasped and caught my shoulders with her nails, the tip of my cock grazed her navel, even though I was wearing the leaf skirt, it was not hiding it...
Agatha's attention was not drawn to my cock yet.
+50 Pervert Points (Navel)
"Aaaah—!" Her voice was high, needy, her hips twitching like she wanted to grind against me. "I-it tickles—!"
I grinned, my cock throbbing as I felt it—the tiny, firm kick from inside her womb, the baby pushing against my cock like it was warning me.
"Mmm..." I murmured, pushing in just a bit more with my fingers, allowing the little one to feel me. It's alright, little one. My fingers went up to her uncomfortable, swollen nipple, my thumb skimming across the thick, erect bud. Your mother will be my little slut...
I pinched, her scream making me hear as her back arched when another spurt of milk was released, wetting my fingers. Always cock hungry... My other hand went down, two fingers pressing against her wet cunt lips, feeling how tight she was, how restrained. Always begging for my cock...
Agatha shouted, her legs going further, her vagina contracting around the air, her milk coming out, her breath coming in short, wet pants. "P-please..." she sobbed, her voice broken, her eyes begging. "I-I can't -! It's too much - !"
I licked my lips, my cock throbbing against her stomach, pre-cum flowing down her skin.
"Oh, darling..." I said, my mouth moving to her nipple, my tongue flicking to the great, sensitive bud. "We're just getting started."
Then I latched on.
My lips were pressed against her nipple, my tongue circling the thick, erect bud, then I sucked hard. Agatha's spine curved away from the furs, her nails digging into my shoulders as an agonized, urgent scream she shouted.
"AAAAH—! N-NOT SO—! HNNNGH—!"
I didn't even think about stopping.
My fingers slid up and snagged her wrists, pinning them right above her head. She shivered—just a little, but enough that her underarm was all bare and on display. That patch of skin, warm and slick, a few damp curls catching the light. The smell hit me, sharp and messy—her, raw and wild, tangled up with something electric that made my brain short-circuit for a second.
Then Agatha made this tiny sound—sort of a whimper, sort of a sigh, all tangled up. "Hmmm..." Barely a whisper. Her voice shook, her eyes locked on mine, huge and shining. "W-what are you doing...? Hmmm..." She looked like she'd just run a marathon and seen a ghost, all at once—wrecked and gorgeous and absolutely killing me.
With a wet pop, I let go of her nipple, milk trickling down her breast, her skin shining. My hand slowly traversed her neck—not a hold, just a confirmation of the possession—my thumb lightly touching her rapid pulse.
It is essential," I said, my voice quiet and smooth. "I quite simply wanted to have a look at the weak spots of mother's body..." My fingers rotated in the soft skin underneath her collarbone, causing her to tremble with pleasure. "So that your safety will be ensured when the baby arrives."
She gasped, her eyes going from fear to terror - true, pure fear.
"Y-you have seen it, haven't you?" I asked, my voice getting softer and showing a little bit of sympathy, "Death during delivery. Women are dying from severe bleeding. Infants who turn out to be no longer alive even before their first breath is taken..."
Agatha's face turned white as a sheet, and her lower lip quivered. "Y-yeah..." she said in a barely audible, broken voice. "In the tribe I lived in before... with my man... I saw it happen." Her breath shuddered. "Women screaming... so much blood... and then—" Her voice cracked. "Then silence."
I nodded my head and just a bit squeezed her throat—I just did that to make her focus on me.
"But don't worry," I said softly. "You..." I moved my fingers down, over her chest that was rising and falling rapidly, down her round belly, and gently pressed the spot where the baby was kicking.
"You're not going to die, Agatha." My hand moved down, finger brushing her wet crotch, which made her shiver. "Because I am here."
Agatha's legs were shaking as they spread wider, her sex shining, her body betraying her with every need hitch of breath. Her voice was weak and incoherent - the kind of weakness that made my cock grovel against her stomach.
"Thank you..." she whispered, her fingers clutching at the furs beneath her. "I know you must be sad... because Sister Ravina captured you..." Her breath shuddered. "But don't blame her... She's not a bad person..."
I stilled, my fingers paused just outside her dripping entrance.
Oh?
Agatha's voice broke, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her lips trembling as she defended Ravina. "She has to be like this... Otherwise, we'll all die without food... without resources..." A shudder ran through her. "And it'll get worse in winter... If we don't have enough to eat..."
I nodded, my expression soothing, my voice calm—like a healer offering comfort.
"I know. I don't blame your Elder Ravina..."
But inside?
Oh, I do.
I'm a petty man.
And Ravina bullied me.
Heh.
She thinks she's the leader?
I'll break her.
Not just physically—oh no.
I'll make her cry. I'll make her beg. I'll make her plead for my cock like the desperate little bitch she is.
I shook my head, pushing those thoughts aside for later. Right now, there was something far more entertaining to focus on.
Agatha.
She was still panting, her chest heaving, her milk-slick tits rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her blonde curls were matted with sweat, her skin flushed pink from shame and arousal, her thighs still trembling from the assault on her sensitive spots.
And now?
Now she was trying to cover herself.
Her hands shot down, clutching at her armpits,
"Aaahh... hmmmm...." she whimpered, her voice cracking as I gripped her wrist and yanked her arm up again, exposing the blonde, curly nest of her armpit—damp, glistening, the hairs matted with sweat, the scent ripe and female and fucking intoxicating.
Then I buried my nose in her armpit. Earning 50 Pervert Points.
"AAAAAAH—! N-NO—! HNNNNNGH—!"
Her back arched from the cold stone, her free hand tearing at the furs as her thighs squeezed together while I gobbled up her scent—deep, greedy, my nostrils flaring as I allowed the whole, unfiltered scent of her to overpower me. The heat of her body, the stickiness of her hair, the biting, animal musk of a woman soaked in lust and perspiration.
"S-SHAAAAMEFUL—!" Agatha sobbed, her face burning with red embarrassment, but her pussy clenched, another squirt of her juices oozing down her ass crack, staining the furs under her.
I licked.
I stuck my tongue out, pulled the skin inside her armpit with the tongue, and sampled the salt, the sourness of the terror, the bitter metal of the sweat, and a sweet background of desire. Her hair brushed my lips, clinging to my tongue as I soaked in her smell. My teeth just grazed the soft, tender skin, but enough to make her yell.
"AAAAAAH—! P-PLEASE—! IT'S TOO MUCH—! HMMMMM—!"
Her body was moving wildly, her breasts shaking and milk spraying from her nipples as she thrust against me, her pussy oozing, her breath coming in short, wet gasps. However, she did not pull away. No, her thighs widened, her hips lifted, giving herself to me, even when she was sobbing her shame away.
"Mmm..." I huffed against her wet, quivering flesh, my tongue playing with the blonde, curly abyss, my face so deep that I was able to pick up the saltiness of her terror, the musky fragrance of her delight, and the sour sweetness of a woman drowning in her own disgrace. My fingers tightly encircled her wrist, gripping her as I tore her apart, my passionate breath on her neck.
"What does it feel like ...?" I said softly, with my other hand caressing her shaky stomach, my fingers just above her dripping heat, not taking but only tempting. "Do you feel your pussy loosening up...?"
"N-NO-!" Agatha cried, her voice breaking, and her legs tightening—but her pussy was reckless, her milk dripping in thick, creamy drops down her ribs, her breath short and harsh.
I smiled with a dark and knowing expression, then I went to her other armpit, my tongue already flicking out, tasting the sweat there—the musky scent more potent here, the hairs thicker, stuck with her excitement, her neediness.
+50 Pervert Points (Armpit )
My lips sealed around the sensitive flesh, my tongue dragging up in a long, slow stroke that made her back bow off the bed, her tits bouncing, her nipples leaking fresh beads of milk.
"AAAAAAAAH—! STOP—! PLEASE—! I CAN'T—! HMMMMMM—!"
Her screams echoed within the hut, her body vibrating, her fingers scratching the furs, yet she did not separate. No, indeed. Her hips moved in circles, her cunt oozing, her body asking for more even if her mind still resisted.
"What about now...? I growled into her ear, my fingers finally moving down to touch her irritated vagina, so that she could not control herself. "Is it getting loose...?" In tasting her perspiration, my tongue shoved out again, delighting in the sharp, female scent. "Or is it getting tighter...?"
"H-hmmm..." Agatha gasped, her face flaming, her voice faltering. "I-it is... dripping m-more water..." Once again, she moved her hips, rolling them over my palm, her cunt oozing, her body asking for more. "A-and it is getting tighter—!"
"Oh...? " I snickered, feeling my shaft pulsate hard under her, precum escaping over her belly and onto my stomach. "So tight...?" With my finger, I slowly rubbed around the clit, starting slow but surely, her moan turning into sobbing. "Even now...?"
Right then, I didn't think twice about biting the soft skin of her armpit with my teeth just a little bit for her to scream, and then, licking the hurt off with my tongue, I tasted her disgrace, her need, and her complete surrender.
"Y-yes—!" Agatha sobbed, her entire body vibrating, her vagina clenched tightly, although there was nothing to enfold, her milk oozed out, and her breath came in short, moist gasps. "Hmm... It is too tight! P-please— help me loosen it up.... I need to keep my child safe.. aaaaahh...!"
The air in the hut was still smelling of Agatha's enjoyment—milk, sweat, and the musky scent of her dripping vagina—when everything around had a loud and violent outbreak.
"ATTACK—! KILL ALL THOSE BITCHES!"
The yelling was unformed, from the guts, such were the war cries that anyone who ever fought for survival would know. The hitting of stone, the knocking of bodies against each other, the frequently heard women's screams - it was all mixing with the torrent assaulting the hut.
And Fuck.
I was just a few seconds away from taking off my leaf skirt, from actually getting into Agatha's tight, pregnant pussy, from taking the most basic and savage possession of her.
My fingers were almost touching the knot, my head already full of the gross thoughts of her lying under me, her belly round with baby, her breasts oozing milk as I thrust into her.
But now?
Now the world had other plans.
Agatha shot up so fast she nearly toppled over, milk trickling down her tits in these weird, nervous little streams. Total panic mode—her eyes wide, jaw practically unhinged. Instinct just kicked in; she slapped her hands over her belly, legs wobbling like a newborn calf as she scrambled upright.
"What the hell's happening?!" she gasped, voice all shaky, knuckles white around the spear. "We-we must hide ourselves—!"
I just stood there. Didn't budge. Not yet, anyway.
The more I looked at her, the more I liked her. She was a piece of work, you know? The perfect roundness, soft as a dream, but you could tell that there was a strong woman deep inside her, under the velvet one. Her thighs - shiny and smooth, still were wet from me.
Agatha's cunt was all lit up, all swollen and wanting, her belly taut with that crazy, stunning promise of new life. Blond hair stuck to her face, soaked with sweat, skin burning with the combination of embarrassment and need. Her nipples? Hard, oozing, begging for my mouth. It was almost too much.
Goddamn.
She was perfection.
And she was mine.
But someone out there had dared to disrupt my claiming of her.
I snatched open the World Map, my fingers flying over the holographic display. No familiar blue dots. No Kronos warriors. No rescue party.
Just Ravina's tribe.
And whoever the hell was attacking them.
Agatha groaned as she walked unsteadily to the side of the hut with her legs shaking,, and she grabbed the spear which was in the corner of the hut and held it with a strong grip. She attempted to protect herself with a worn-out fur, but it was of little use—her tits still burst over the top, her cunt still visible through the holes.
"P-please..." she whimpered, her throat dry with terror. "D-don't go out there... It's not safe!"
My grin slow, predatory, I turned to her.
"I know," I said, my voice light and joking. "But I am not hiding."
Her eyes widened.
"Y-you can't—!"
I moved closer to her, my hand gently touching her cheek, my thumb lightly stroking her bottom lip. "I'm not going away, Agatha." My eyes moved to her stomach, and then to the very wet place between her legs. "Nor am I going to allow someone to scare me."
She gulped, her throat moving, her fingers squeezing the spear tighter.
"B-but—!"
"Hide," I ordered, my voice sharp. "And if anyone but me steps in here..." My eyes flashed. "You stab them. No hesitation."
Agatha nodded, her knuckles white, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"B-be careful..." she whispered, her voice cracking. "D-don't get killed—!"
I chuckled, low and dark, as I pulled up the World Map again. With a few taps, I marked her position—a red dot, pulsing with her name: Agatha
.
"Don't worry," I whispered, my hand going down to fix my leaf skirt—my cock still sore, but my mind clear now, focused. "I'm just going to show these idiots how it's done."
After that, I turned around and walked into the disorder.
The second I left the shack, the universe detonated in murder.
Ravina's clan had been attacked.
Guys with spears clashed against Ravina's tribe—chaos everywhere. Blood soaked the ground, and man, the stench of iron mixed with sweat hit me right in the face. Just nasty.
Yelling all around—women hustling their kids out of the mess, fighters roaring with every swing, bodies dropping left and right. Total carnage.
Honestly? Couldn't ask for a better scene.
I cracked my knuckles, grinning like an idiot. This was gonna be fun.
Time to establish my prestige.
I immediately saw the five largest raiders in the area: five men who are big, brutish, and covered with scars and dirt. They were laughing and wildly wielding their weapons, cutting Ravina's warriors down as if they were dead wheat.
They were fools.
I moved to the front—no weapon, no armor, just my bare hands, and the confidence that I was more than human.
The first raider saw me and raised his club, shouting to the rest of them.
His gaze became sharp, his lip lifted in a sneer. "Oi! Fresh meat!" He moved his club up, spittle flying out of his mouth. "Gonna crack your skull, boy!"
My eyes didn't even twinkle.
One of my lips lifted in a smirk. "Try it."
I was ready to use Eternal Vitality, but at that moment, a terrifying scream cut through the air. "Ayyyyyaaaaa!"
It felt as if a beast had been violently ripped from Sabina's throat; it was a loud, inarticulate but vivid, one that sends a cold shiver down a man's spine.
She was there behind the raider without a trace of a shadow as if she was the ghost of his past vengeance. Her bare feet didn't make any noise even on the floor covered with blood, her body was like a loaded gun prepared for the strike.
Her spear—just six feet of shiny ash with an ancient black glass feature—went high in the ether lacerating the air with a loud but dayiro strike.
THWUNK.
The tip went straight through the raider's back turning him into a bloody shower, the spur exited his front with many pieces of blood, splinters of his ribs and a hiss of his collapsing lungs sprayed along with the blood.
He tries to form a gurgle, a bubble of blood bursting on his mouth and spraying down his chin as he croaks in agony, his hands desperately trying to remove the shaft that he can feel going deeper into his body.
Sabina didn't let him suffer.
With a snarl, she planted her foot against his spine and yanked—
SCHLLLLLLLLIIIIICK.
The sound was no less than disgust—wet and meaty, as if a cork was pulled from a bottle of decomposed wine. The spearhead was ripped off, and the raider's knees crumpled as it dragged out pieces of flesh and tendons. Nevertheless, Sabina still had not finished.
"Bastard!" she hissed, and pushed the spear further in—
KRUNCH.
—this time, she went through the soft flesh of his stomach. With a wet crunch, the tip tore through his spine, and the intestines were protruding around the wound like sausages in a popped casing. The raider screamed—a broken, bubbling thing—and clawed at the dirt, his fingers digging furrows in the bloodied earth.
Sabina rotated the spear.
The raider's innards emptied like a rope coiled on a spool, rolling out in shiny loops, and the mixture of shit and blood and something sweetly rotten hit me like a fist. His body jerked; he raised his back like a cat that is about to hiss and let out his last breath that was a hiss between the teeth.
"Pathetic," Sabina snarled, and once more pulled the spear free—
SPLORRRRCH.
At this moment, a large amount of his intestines fell out steaming and sloshing, and the noise was like that of a waterlogged sack dropping onto the floor. His dead body, collapsed face-first into the mud, and his last movement was a twitch of his fingers before the stillness overtook him.
Sabina, with her bloodied fingers, ripped my wrist as if she had rusted claws. Her grip was so intense that I could feel her heartbeat flowing into my veins and pulsating against my skin. Her eyes were not only crazed—they looked beastly, two unfathomable coals glowing in a face distorted with something more than rage.
Possibly anger. Or probably fright. The kind that only happens after experiencing too much death and still not being afraid of it, but not being indifferent either.
"What the HELL are you doing here OUTSIDE?!" Her voice resembled a blade that has been dragged across stone, raw and jagged. Several spots of spit struck my cheek, her breath hot and sour with a metallic tang of fresh blood.
"You will be gutted like this pig!" She pointed the unfortunates at the ground with her head.
I definitely wasn't scared. However, I allowed my grin to grow bigger, slow and purposeful, "You don't need to lose your mind," I responded with a drawled tone, rolling my shoulders back. "I got this."
Sabina's visage twisted as if she had sunk her teeth into spoiled flesh. "Is it so?" She showed her teeth, her free hand quivering as she reached for the dagger at her hip.
"Do you consider this to be a game? Are those scars on your knuckles that you seem to flaunt the only thing that will help you against men who have killed entire villages for mere fun?" Her voice turned into a hiss of malice. "You are no warrior."
I really should have been paying attention. I should have been playing the mental game, tracking possible threats in the uproar, anticipating the battle that I was sure would happen.
However, she moved her body.
And my traitorous gaze dropped.
The firelight caught the sheen of sweat on her skin, tracing the dip of her spine down at the shadowed cleft between her asscheeks. A bead of blood—hers or the enemy's- trickled down her inner thigh, dark and glistening.
Fuck.
My throat went dry. My fingers twitched, not for a weapon, but for her. To grab that ass—to feel the heat of her skin under my palms, to hear her gasp when I—
"Dexter!"
Sabina's snarl yanked me outta my daze like getting doused with ice water. She jerked me forward so hard my shoulder felt like it might pop, her claws—well, nails, but close enough—digging into my wrist hard enough to leave marks.
"Eyes up, you useless brat!" she snapped. And yeah, she sounded pissed, but I swear under all that rage, I caught a flicker of-what worry? No, couldn't be. Or maybe.
At the village square, a nightmare had taken over. Ravina? She just stood there, in the middle of it all, looking like she came out of some legend. Her spear hissed through the air, slow and smooth, like she was showing off and also like she would stab you before your eye could twitch.
The firelight made her skin look like shining bronze-yes, actually radiant-and every muscle was all tightened up, ready to release.
"STOP ALL THIS—NOW!" Ravina roared. Not just yelling either; it was the kinda voice that made grown men wish they'd worn brown pants.
The brute facing her looked like he'd been assembled outta bar fights and bad decisions. Seriously, the guy was a walking scar map—burns, knife wounds, even his ears had chunks missing, like someone just took a bite out for fun.
He wore this necklace, too—bones, finger bones, clacking together as he tossed his head back and laughed. And god, the sound? Imagine a barn door in a windstorm, but angrier.
"Shut up, you bitch!" he said, literally, right into the ground. Those teeth, Jesus, more yellow than ancient parchment.
His gaze took in the disaster—women yelling, children frightened, hiding behind barrels, old men holding pitchforks as if they were going to be able to resist.
Then he spun on his pack of thugs, barking orders like a mad ringmaster. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! GO! GET ALL THOSE HORSES! FIND ALL THE FOOD!" He jabbed a finger at some poor girl—couldn't have been more than twelve, shaking so hard she looked like she'd vanish. "AND KILL THOSE WHO STOP YOU!"
And me? Something ugly and sharp twisted inside my gut. Some part of me wanted to run. Some parts wanted to bite back.
I could end this in seconds. One thought, one flick of my will, and my Magical Tool would materialize—a gun, sleek and black, humming with power. A single pull of the trigger, and this butcher's skull would paint the wall red. Another, and his men would drop like puppets with cut strings.
Easy.
Too easy.
But that wasn't the point, was it?
If I wanted them to worship me, to whisper my name in the dark like a prayer, to fear the sound of my footsteps— I couldn't just shoot them.
I had to break them.
I had to look into their eyes as the light died. I had to let them beg.
The problem was— I'd never taken a life before.
Not like this. Not with my hands.
I'd never felt a soul slip away beneath my fingers. Never watched the life drain from a man's eyes while his blood soaked into my sleeves.
I exhaled through my nose, slow and controlled.
If I didn't have Healing Factor... If one of those blades found my throat, if a spear punched through my gut— I'd be just as dead as the bastard Sabina had gutted.
But I did have it.
And that changed everything.
I shoved Sabina aside; my shoulder hit hers so hard that she staggered. "Dexter—NO!" Ravina's voice was sharp and painful at my back, but I didn't listen to it.
The smile of the scarred man darkened as I came into the firelight, and my long, monstrous shadow stretched over the ground. "Aunt Ravina," I said, looking past Ravina to her, "I got this."
The scarred raider was staring at me; his body told the story of his old battles and fresh blood, while his smile was like a jagged thing split with broken teeth. His men were already running away, stealing, killing—but he stood there, grinning as if it was his world.
"See here," he said mockingly, throwing the spear over his shoulder. "Little lost lamb who thinks he can walk with the wolves."
I didn't bother answering. My answer wouldn't have made any difference.
I acted.
I was already in motion, the earth was cold against my feet, muscles in my legs and arms tensed, ready for the fight. I sensed that I was being watched—not only by Ravina and Sabina but also by the raiders—all waiting for me to make my move.
"Dexter, NO—! Don't..., come back." Ravina's voice was a sharp crack of terror, but I didn't stop.
The raider's smile grew even wider. He was enjoying this very much. He was hyping up the prospect of killing me on the spot.
"The lad is asking for it," he said with a laugh, and so the spear left his hand with a flick of his wrist.
The world slowed down.
As the weapon spun, I saw how the firelight played on the bloodstained end, how the air whistled where it cut between us. My reflex was to do a spin, but I was a bit too slow.
THWUNK.