My fingers twitched their way through the wetness of Ada, and her breath tightened as I stroked her clit without touching it, just massaging it.
My other hand touched Kerry on the thigh, squeezing it at that, my thumb rubbing on the sensitive flesh just by her pussy. And the one thing that will quiet it down, I grumbled, is a pussy, and it will be a dark, jealous rumble that will shake every part of them.
The colour of Ada flushed a darker red, her fingers scraped into my arm as I realised what had been understood. "Dexter..." she moaned, hardly more than a murmur, as her breath was hot upon my skin.
"You cannot say this to anybody... "Ada detested me with her voice, which was a shaky whisper, and her hands tore my arm as claws, and her knuckles blanched with strain. Her eyes glanced up to Kerry--wide and frightened--as though the vengeance of the tribe would actually ensue in the hut in the event of her uttering too emphatic a word.
"We must have this between us, we must. Otherwise, the tribe will be enraged in case they discover that you are wasting your They'd call it sacrilege. They'd—"
She didn't finish. She didn't have to.
My nod was very slow, and my face very grave, as though I had the same fear as she. Yet within, it was an undertidal of calculations, of putting the puzzle of Kerry together, all her sore cunt, how her pussy oozed with my cum, how her nips were as hard as river pebbles, how she had gasped rag time, needy gasps. It didn't add up. Unless.
Threatening, wicked old grin tried to creep over my lips, but I ruthlessly suppressed it, with only the blackest strip of a smirk showing through. My cock throbbed, cumbersome and desperate, the idea of what I was going to do hardening me, as it did.
I leaned forward, the lips of my mouth against the shell of the ear of Kerry, my breath hot and conscious. " Aunt Kerry," I moaned, as my voice rose with a deep velvety rumble that shook her. "My seed... heals but..."
Their words hung between us heavy and thick, as the smell of their arousal in the air. I left them to dwindle in it, run wild with the possibilities--with the power that I was making available.
After that, unexpectedly, my fingers slipped into Ada into the pussy.
Her body jerked against my touch, and with a broken moan, she gasped. "D-Dexter—!"
"But it must be placed in a direct way..." I gushed, my voice growing lower to a growl as I hooked my fingers within her, and could feel her walls tightening around me. To the places where there is sickness.
My eyes fixed on theirs, black and starving, jealous. My other hand reached Kerry, and my thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles around her clit, though the breath caught in Kerry. "And right now..."
I protruded the words, I tightened the strand of tension between us as the snake was about to attack.
"Your pussies..." My fingers played with the damp lines of Kerry, and she whimpered, her hips straining up out of the ground in an unspoken prayer.
"Your nipples..." My free hand grabbed Ada by the breast, and my fingers just caught at her nipple hard enough to make her shout, her body shilling.
"Your assholes..." I grumbled, my voice was an obscene vow, my cock was aching with a desire to plunge in them both. To be cured, they all require my seed.
Ada looked at Kerry--moved, agitated, and with that need that is so crude it almost hurts. The lips of Ada parted, her breath shot in sharp, interrupted gasps, as my fingers rubbed her against which her hips tumbled, my hand, as she could not help.
Kerry tore her fingers into the stone underneath her, and her nails scratching the rocky surface, her body shot off the ground, her pussy crying me. The wet, shiny excitement of her thighs was evidence of the want of me--of both of you. The smell of their want filled the air, intoxicating and heavy, and it just caused the cock to throb the more, craving to possess both in one.
"Dexter..." It was a shaky whisper, engulfed in lust and fear, in the crude, uncontrollable desire to believe me, to yield, Ada said. Her eyes darted between me and Kerry, and her breath came in sharp, uneasy gulps. "Is it alright... You can go and waste your seed like that? It's... Your seed can cure us, it is unbelievable... "
I didn't let her finish.
My fingers had penetrated deep in the cunt of Kerry, and curled against her internal walls, and discovered that sweet, delicate corner which caused her whole body to shake.
A shrill scream ripped her lips apart, and her back rose to my touch, which was inexorable, jealous. I will, I grumbled, a dark, dirty vow which made them both shudder.
I withdrew my fingers with a wet obscene squeeze, the sound reverberating in the tension-filled silence. Their eyes had been riveted on me, and they stared as I put my fingers to my lips and licked the arousal of Kerry with my tongue in a slow, deliberate swipe.
The flavor of her, sweet, musky, addictive, was a jolt of pleasure that shot directly to my cock, causing pre-cum to drip out of the tip as I tasted her.
"Don't worry, Aunt Ada... Aunt Kerry..." I spoke with the smooth, reassuring rumble of a voice, but my eyes were glaring with something very darker-- something hungry.
The circles I made on the thigh of Kerry with my fingers were slow, possessive, and I felt the strain of the muscles within my fingers. "It won't affect me. I can release my seed as many times as I like."
My lip twitched in a smirk, and I lay back, letting the words sink in, and I pressed my thumb a little harder against her skin. "Due to the herbs that were fed to me by my grandfather, to make my cock stronger."
There was a glance, an exchange between Ada and Kerry, in which their faces were jumbled up extravagantly with awe and fear, and something still more--a kind of devotion nearly. They glanced back at me, and I knew that they believed me, and it showed on their faces.
Or at least, they wanted to. And why wouldn't they? My cock was like-fatter, stiffer, tiresome as an iron rib. It was fitting perfectly with the lies I have been telling them, and they were gulping it down.
The breath of Kerry was hitching, and her fingers were still holding the rock under her, like the only support that she had. "That... explains..." she said, and her voice shook with the recognition of it.
"Why every time your cock gets hard, I have to ask you why it gets hard, and why it goes off, not like the rest of them? "Her eyes averted down at my knees, and then reverted up to my eyes. "Your grandfather must have fed those herbs to you, in order that you should be a great healer,..."
I chuckled low in my throat. Had she just known the truth, that my grandfather had never given me so many herbs to eat, that my strength was nothing but a gift of my own damn lust. But Kerry believed it. Really believed it. And had Kerry thought so, Ada would have thought so too.
Dexter..." The voice of Ada, who was whispering, raw with anxiety, touched me as her hand reached out and grabbed my arm. "We believe you... But this you must not say to anybody." Her gaze flicked toward Kerry and back to me, and she tightened her grip.
"If anyone finds out—people from other tribes, even our own—they'll try to capture you. They'll try to take advantage of you. It's too dangerous..."
Kerry nodded, her voice barely more than a breath. "She's right. If the tribe knew... if anyone knew..." She swallowed hard, her body still trembling with need, with the aftershocks of pleasure I'd given her. "They'd never let you go."
I found them both--how yet their bodies shook, how their eyes flamed with fear and wantonness, how they were so careful. It was the first time I learned that they were not only driven by lust.
The burden of their worry came down on me, a weird warmth of feeling in my bosom--something almost alien to the dark possessive hunger that still writhed in my bowels.
It was not the mere lust they had for me. They cared. And that thought changed something within me, blunting the lines of my habitual rudeness, on their behalf.
It was at this point that I resolved to treat them well.
I nodded, and said something in a lower voice than mine, the edge of arrogance of my voice being in its place, something more humble, something more true. "I know..." My fingers touched the shoulder of Kerry, and my touch was less intense, now nearly tremulous, like touching a sacred object.
"I do not want to hide it from you anymore." My throat narrowed, and the words were spoken somewhere I seldom allow myself to be. "Since you are now my family... and I do not want to see either of you suffering. Supposing I can do anything to heal you, I will."
I said it because I meant it.
However, I said it because I had to make them believe it. Wanted them to believe in me, to symptoms of me. Not their bodies only, but their hearts.
Kerry's arms wrapped around me suddenly, her body pressing against mine as if she could shield me from the world just by holding me. "Dexter, you can't trust someone easily," she murmured, her voice muffled against my chest. "What if your Aunt Kerry were a bad woman? What if she just wanted to capture you? What would you do then?"
I sighed, and my hand reached up to touch the hair, my fingers getting entangled in it. "My aunt Kerry cannot be a bad woman," I said, with a firm voice and conviction.
"You have been on my worrying side all the time since I knew you, salivating my cock, feeding me, attending to me." My hand moved a little tighter, my thumb rubbing against her cheek. "If I don't trust Aunt Kerry... then there's no one in this world I can trust."
Kerry drew herself up just to look up at me, with something in her eyes, raw, perhaps gratefulness, or something more, something that brought a tightness into my chest. "Dexter... you----" Her voice broke, and she stood staring a while at me, as though she were beholding me first time.
Ada was heard cutting through the silence, and warm, and heavy with emotion. "Thank you, Dexter..." said she, and her hand was laid to my breast, grounding. "For trusting us." Her gaze struck mine with maternal passion.
I swear that I will never say anything about you. Her voice lowered, her fingers making slow circles on my skin. "You are my family now, Dexter." She stood still, uncompromising. "And you are Ruth's man now. So call me Mother Ada... henceforth, all right?
It was before I could reply that Ada drew me into her arms and smothered me with the softness of her breasts like a child. It was too much, the way her body felt, the smell of her skin. "Mother Ada..." I said no to her; the words were foreign and correct at the same time.
My cock jerked hard, hitting Ada's stomach with a needy throb. "Hmmm.... Dexter, your cock..." she murmured, her voice dropping to a low, teasing purr. "First, let me take care of it..."
The air between us was very desire-filled, and my voice was caught between bewilderment and pure, hurting need. "Aunt... Mother... Ada..." I had a heavy weight in my tongue, something beyond lust, something deeper, something that made my chest tight. But seeing Ada stroke me with hands so possessive and preemptive gave a shock of electricity right to my cock, and made it ache with its desperate need.
Then I saw it.
Kerry fiddled with her fingers at her sides, the knuckles growing whitish as she made the clenched fists tighter. Her lips were drawn into some narrow, strained line, her breath taken in short, broken snatches. Her gaze was fixed on us not with interest, but with something stiffer--something greedy.
Jealousy. The thought gave me a black, fierce excitement and curled inside my bowels. She didn't just want to watch. She wanted to be part of this. She desired to be mine like Ada.
I had a hand on my cock, Ada, it wrapped her hand around me, clearly in a grip, her touch in a direct line of pleasure that gave me a jolt. "Dexter..." she said, her voice deep with desire, her eyes black with passion and something, something that was nearly womanly in its eminence.
"What should I do? Would I... simply stick it in my pussy?" Her fingers went slow, teasing circles around the head of my cock, her touch sending me to madness with anticipation.
Only a heartbeat did I hesitate. They were not really ill, just horny, and desperate to have it out. However, the lie I had told was too good to give up now. And fuck, I needed this. Had to bury myself into them, to make them squeeze me between their bodies, to make them scream my name till their voices got rough.
Her voice was a moan of sin--a request that I fill her. My head was coming apart, the tension within me a tempest, my cock aching with a kind of need so acute it was almost paining. I did not want to wait a second.
I felt like bursting my head unless I came off. I was too long in need and my body was too tight, and my cock was paining with every throb.
I dragged Ada with me, and my arms wrapped round her, and lay down beside Ruth, who was still sleeping, with her body loose with weariness.
Ada presses down on me and my cock is stuck between the greasy heat of her pussy. The touch was, enough in itself to make me groan, and my hips tickled upwards of their own accord.