Kerry, you're here."
Ada's voice wrapped around the words like silk—smooth, rich, the kind of tone that didn't just travel through the air but vibrated in a man's bones.
My spine prickled, heat pooling low in my gut before I even turned to face her. Then her gaze slid past Kerry, landing on me, and for one breath—just one—her dark eyes flared.
Not with surprise. Not with curiosity. With something raw and hungry, something that made my pulse stutter. Then, like a curtain falling, she masked it with a smile—warm, welcoming, knowing.
"And Dexter," she murmured, my name rolling off her tongue like an invitation. "Come in."
I obeyed.
The moment I stepped inside, the air changed. Thicker. Warmer. The scent of burning herbs and something sweeter—like crushed berries and warm skin—filled my lungs.
My pulse quickened, my fingers flexing at my sides. The hut's flap fell closed behind me, but the darkness I expected never came. Instead, the firelight flooded the space, golden and alive, casting long shadows that clung to the walls like lovers.
And then I saw her.
Ruth stood near the hearth, her hands clasped in front of her, fingers laced together as if to keep from reaching out. Her white hair spilled over her shoulders in soft, silver waves, catching the firelight until it seemed to shimmer.
The light painted her skin in amber, highlighting the curve of her cheekbones, the fullness of her lips—parted just enough to suggest a held breath, a waiting. Her chest rose and fell, slow and deliberate, as if she were savoring the anticipation.
As if she'd been waiting for me.
Ada's voice cut through the haze of my thoughts, smooth as aged whiskey but carrying the weight of a command. "Dexter." She stepped closer, her presence a warm pressure at my back. "Thank you... for accepting my daughter."
I forced my face into an expression of sincere gratitude, my voice smooth, kind. "Aunt Ada, it's my blessing that Sister Ruth is going to be my woman."
Ruth's cheeks flushed, her fingers twisting together nervously. She was shy—innocent in a way that made my cock ache. But I could see it in her eyes—the flicker of curiosity, the way her breath hitched when she looked at me. She wanted this. She wanted me.
And I was going to take everything.
Ada's voice cut through my thoughts, hesitant but firm. "Dexter... I don't want to be a burden to both of you. So I think it's best that I move to a new hut."
Oh no, you don't.
I wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away. Two women under one roof? A mature woman like Ada, with a body made for sin, and a young, tight little thing like Ruth? No fucking way was I letting Ada leave.
I stepped forward, my voice firm but gentle, the picture of a good, honorable man. "No, Aunt Ada." I shook my head, letting my hand rest on Ruth's shoulder—possessive, but not too possessive.
"You are Ruth's mother. And you will never be a burden." I glanced at Kerry, who gave me a subtle, approving nod. Good boy, her eyes seemed to say. "Aunt Hina told me that as a healer—and as a hunter—I can get enough rations in winter for all of us. We'll have more than enough to live comfortably."
Ada hesitated, her fingers worrying at the edge of her wrap. "But—"
Kerry stepped in smoothly, her voice soft but final. "Sister Ada, listen to the children." Her hand rested on Ada's arm, her touch reassuring—but there was an edge to it, a command. "Or do you want Ruth to be sad?"
Ruth's eyes widened, her lips trembling as she stepped closer to me. "Dexter... thank you." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her fingers brushing against my arm—timid, submissive. "I promise to take care of you... and serve you well... and never create any problems for you."
I looked down at her, my cock throbbing at the way she was already submitting to me. But my gaze flicked back to Ada, who was watching us with a mix of relief and something else—something warmer, something hungrier.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
I reached out, my hand cupping Ruth's cheek—gentle, loving—before turning to Ada. "Aunt Ada," I said, my voice low, sincere, "we're family now. And family stays together."
Kerry's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile beside me, her dark eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than approval. Good boy, that smirk seemed to say. Now let's see what you're really made of.
And I would show her.
Because tonight wasn't just about Ruth.
Tonight, I was staking a claim—not just on one woman, but on both of them. The thought sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock, my pulse thrumming in my ears. The air in the hut felt heavier, charged with the kind of electricity that comes before a storm.
Kerry's voice cut through the silence, smooth and deliberate. She turned her gaze to Ruth, her tone dropping into something darker, richer. "Ruth... let me help you?"
Ruth's breath hitched—just slightly—but I caught it. Her fingers twitched at her sides before she nodded, her voice soft but steady. "Hmm."
Ada exhaled, the sound almost a laugh, though there was no humor in it. "I'll be waiting outside." She turned toward the flap of the hut, her movements graceful, unhurried.
But something in me rebelled at the idea of her leaving. The thought of her out there, alone, while Kerry and Ruth had me to themselves—it felt wrong.
Not because she didn't belong, but because I wanted her here. Wanted to see the way her breath would quicken, the way her eyes would darken when she realized she wasn't just an observer.
I wasn't thinking—just reacting. "Aunt... Ada." My voice came out rougher than I intended. "If you want... You can stay."
Ada froze mid-step, her back stiffening. When she turned, her expression was unreadable, but her eyes flickered with something sharp—surprise? Amusement?
"Is that okay, Dexter?" Her voice was light, but there was an edge to it, something testing. "I think it's best I don't ruin your special night. An old woman like me... I'd only be a disturbance." She glanced at Kerry, then back at me, her lips quirking just slightly. "Kerry is already here. That's enough."
Confusion coiled in my chest. What the hell did that mean?
Kerry must've seen it in my face because she stepped closer, her body brushing against mine as she leaned in. Her breath was warm against my ear, her voice a whisper meant only for me. "Dexter..." She hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully.
"I don't know why you're different from other men. Most of them... they hate old women. Dirty women." Her fingers trailed lightly down my arm, sending a shiver through me.
They don't want other women around when he's with someone young... someone pure." Kina's voice was soft, almost a caress, as she leaned in. "Only his mother will be there—no one else. Just her, to take care of her son... and his woman. To make sure everything is perfect for that special night."
"Because they won't feel repulsed by their mother, no matter what she does. That's why it's her duty—to guide him, to prepare him for what's to come."
She pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting mine. Her eyes were dark, filled with something I couldn't quite place—something that made my pulse quicken.
"I've also heard men don't get their cock hard... not when they're near dirty women." Her fingers brushed against my skin, sending a shiver through me.
I stared at her, my mind racing. That's what they think? Was that Ada unwanted? That her presence would ruin this?
The idea made my blood boil.
Because I didn't give a damn about being clean, I didn't care about being pure.
I wanted Ada's hands on me just as much as I wanted Ruth's. Wanted to hear the sounds she'd make when she stopped pretending she was just a spectator.
The air in the room was thick with something unspoken—something raw and electric. The rules they followed didn't apply to me. And if that made me different? Then I'd wear it like a second skin.
I let my gaze drift to Ada, her presence a quiet storm in the corner of the room. There was no hesitation in my voice, no room for doubt.
"Aunt Ada," I began, the words deliberate, weighted. My fingers twitched at my side, remembering the way Kerry's body had responded to my touch earlier—how her breath hitched when I was near. " You should stay too. So Sister Ruth won't feel..." I let my voice trail off, a ghost of a smile tugging at my lips, "...lonely."
Kerry's laughter was a dark, velvety sound, her body shifting closer to mine as if drawn by an invisible thread. She knew. Of course, she knew.
She'd spent the entire night feeling the proof of my desire pressing against her, hard and relentless, no matter who was in the room or what sins they carried. Her fingers slid up my arm, possessive and slow, as she turned her attention to Ada.
"Sister Ada," she purred, her voice dripping with suggestion, "My Dexter... he's not like other men. He's a healer." Her touch lingered, her nails grazing my skin just enough to make my breath catch.
Ada's eyes flicked between Kerry and me, her expression unreadable for a long moment. There was a tension in her shoulders, a hesitation that wasn't quite resistance.
The air between us crackled, charged with something that felt dangerously close to surrender. Finally, she exhaled, a slow, measured breath, and gave a single, deliberate nod. "If that's what you want..." Her voice was softer now, almost a whisper, but there was a new warmth in her gaze—something that hadn't been there before.
Ruth's voice sliced through the thick silence, sharp and laced with challenge. "You're still calling me 'sister'?" She stepped closer, her body brushing against mine as she tilted her head, her eyes locking onto me with a heat that made my pulse spike. There was no innocence in her gaze, no pretense. Just raw, unfiltered desire.
The air between us was thick with anticipation, electric with the kind of tension that made every breath feel like a spark. I didn't waste words on Ruth.
Instead, I closed the distance between us in two long, predatory strides, my hand finding the soft dip of her waist and pulling her against me.
The moment our bodies collided, a jolt of heat shot through us both. Her breath hitched, her fingers clutching at my shoulders as my lips hovered just above hers, close enough to taste the sweetness of her exhale.
"Ruth," I growled, her name rolling off my tongue like a vow, a warning, a promise of what was to come.
Kerry's voice sliced through the tension, smooth and deliberate. "Ruth, darling, let me help you."
Ruth's dark eyes flickered with a mix of nervousness and desire, but she nodded, her lips parting slightly as Kerry's fingers began their slow, teasing descent. Kerry started with the leaves barely covering Ruth's nipples, plucking them away one by one.
The cool air hit Ruth's exposed skin, and her nipples tightened instantly—small, perfect buds, flushed a deep, inviting pink. They stood erect, begging for attention, the areolas puckered and sensitive. Ruth let out a soft, needy whimper, her back arching slightly as if offering herself up for more.
My cock throbbed painfully in response, straining against my skirt as I watched Kerry's hands slide lower. With agonizing slowness, she dragged Ruth's skirt down her thighs, the leaves' skirt pooling at her feet.
Ruth stood before us completely bare, her body a masterpiece of soft curves and creamy skin. My gaze raked over her, drinking in every detail—the gentle swell of her hips, the delicate tremor in her thighs, the way her breath came in shallow, desperate gasps.
But it was the sight between her legs that made my pulse roar in my ears. A soft nest of white curls, fine and silken, framed her pussy. The lips were tight and sealed, glistening slightly with arousal, the delicate pink flesh peeking through like a secret waiting to be uncovered. The scent of her—musky, sweet, intoxicating—filled my senses, and I had to clench my jaw to keep from groaning aloud.
Kerry guided Ruth onto the stone bed, her body sprawling across the cool surface. The contrast of her warm, flushed skin against the hard stone made her look even more tempting, more edible.
Ruth's thighs fell open slightly, an unconscious invitation, and I could see the faintest hint of moisture gathering between her folds. My cock ached, desperate to be inside her, to feel that heat enveloping me.
Kerry turned to me, her voice a dark purr. "Dexter. It's your turn."
I didn't resist as Kerry's fingers worked at the fastenings of my skirt, the skirt falling away to reveal my cock, already thick and throbbing in the open air.