Hmm...." Her free hand moved down, fingers touching my balls, a light but insistent touch. "Dexter... now I have no other choice than to beg you... If there was any other option.. I would have already tried it."
I could actually imagine the kind of sounds she'd make, how pathetic she must sound as I slide in and out of her for the first time, feeling that perfect, tight little pussy squeeze around me.
Beg me to go deeper...harder, breed her until the seed was just dripping out of her. The realization made my cock pulse in her hand, my balls tightening as I felt the urge to own her.
Just one time, Dexter," and she said it on a sort of whisper of desire.
"Aunt Hina..." I said in a low warning voice, because if she keeps doing that... I may really make her pregnant. "I don't know... what to do... "
Hina's eyes were looking at me arrogantly as if she would not take no for an answer, and that made my heart pound in my ears. "I know," she whimpered, her voice husky & shaky, her fingers still gripping my cock like she was afraid of letting go.
She squeezed down, "Just breed me, Dexter. Breed me. Give me what I need." Her voice was gruff, her body pressed up against mine, her hot, make me feel itchy.
"Please..." she was moving her fingers more quickly over me, making me impossibly close to cumming hard just on her hand, and her eyes were bright with tears unshed.
But just as the tension between us was about to bubble over, a voice sliced right through the heavy atmosphere of that cave.
"Dexter... are you here?"
Hina jerked as if burned, her hand slipping from my cock. Her black eyes went wide with horror, breath freezing in her throat. Kerry. I snatched up my lay skirt and tied it around me, my cock raging in unspent desire.
"Hina," she whispered, panicked whisper again, fingers grasping my arm. "Dexter ... please don't tell Kerry I said that." Her dark eyes were wide, pleading, her lean body shaking with fear of discovery. "Please. She can't know. No one can."
I nodded curtly, jaw bunched with frustration. Hina took a deep breath and calmed herself, though it was hard to clear her visible embarrassment from her face as she called out in a carefully controlled voice. "Kerry, come in. Dexter's here."
The flap of the hut was raised, and Kerry entered, her keen eyes taking in the cave at a glance. She looked at Hina for a moment, expression unfathomable, before focusing on me.
"Thought I'd come down and see if Dexter could use a little help with those herbs," she said, her tone innocent, yet something in her eyes let me know that she knew and made my skin prickle.
"Hmm... " I said, trying to make my voice sound as steady and even when there was still a fire in my cock wanting to blast out like a flamethrower. "Aunty Kerry, I've already got the herbs from Aunty Hina."
Kerry's gaze moved from the bunch of dried leaves I was holding and returned to mine. "Then let's go back.. Ruth is still waiting," she said, her voice creamy but her eyes sharp, trained on me with an uncomfortably directness that left me wondering just how much she'd overheard. "Dexter, do you have to make a paste with those herbs?"
My mind raced. A paste. If I were to formulate a paste, maybe I could add something modern — something that would really do Ruth some good, perhaps even Ada too, and keep the secret. "Yes," I replied, my voice level. "In order for the herbs to work better, we should make a paste out of them."
Hina's fingers twitched at her side, disappointment as she was disturbed at this moment when she was so close to having my cock. She nibbled her lower lip, with a look that was both vexed and lustful. "Dexter ..." she began, barely a breath's worth, and then stopped herself, her shoulders deflating half-heartedly.
I looked at her in my growly voice. "Thank you, Aunt, for the herbs."
Hina managed a tight, little half-smile, and her voice was barely able to be heard. "No ... No, nothing," she whispered, although her dark eyes gave away the storm of emotions inside her — despair, shame, and a raw, starving need unquenched.
I rose and accompanied Kerry back to the house, gripping the plants and aching with need that had not been slaked. The cool air outside the cave had done very little to sate the flames that threatened to consume me.
Only my head was heavy with Hina — how she'd pleaded, the way her body had been against mine, her voice breaking in desperation. Fuck, I said to myself, clenching my jaw. This isn't over.
We made it to Ruth's hut and stood outside. But all I could do was think of Hina—her deep eyes, her shaking fingers, the way she'd whispered "breed me" like it was some kind of salvation.
And fuck, I wanted to. More than I should. More than I could admit.
Kerry's voice cut through the fog in my head, sharp and coated with something that sent my pulse sky high.
"Dexter?" she countered, her voice laced with interest as she ran her dark eyes up and down me, settling just a fraction of an instant too long on the strained fabric of my leaf skirt against the hard line of my shaft beneath.
"You seem... distracted." She gave me a small smirk of knowing, as if she already felt the storm of want tearing through me.
I let out a deep breath, my voice raspy and guttural as I busied myself in the kitchen, my cock still throbbing from Hina's hand running on it, from getting her to ask me to make her pregnant with my child. I said, working the gravel out of my voice. "I am okay, Aunt, don't worry."
But I wasn't.
My cock was like iron, aching with pent-up demand, and the sound of Hina's frantic begging echoed in my head. I could even sense the spectre of her fingers enveloping me, the feel of her body against mine, the fitful rhythm of what passed for a breath as she'd begged in a whisper: "I want you to breed me now, Dexter." Just the thought had my cock twinging and my balls all heavy and tight with need.
Kerry pierced my musings, sharp and knowing. "Dexter," she purred, her black eyes wandering over me with an appetite that sent my blood pressure shooting. "You seem lost. Trust your aunt and tell me what is troubling you."
I moved and felt it when my leaf skirt didn't do much of anything to cover. I looked up at Kerry, my voice a low growl of frustration.
"Aunt Kerry..." I said, pretending to be in pain. "I don't know what's happening.. it's just that..." I looked down at the leaf skirt, which barely hid the cock between my legs. "My cock has become hard again. And Ruth's pussy is sore, so I can't put my cock in her pussy to calm it down."
Kerry's eyes widened and lowered to my skirt, they snapped back up to my face, even darker than before, as whatever it was in her look burned its way straight through me.
"It has become hard again?" she questioned, her voice a blend of stunned and something much worse—something that had my cock twitching to what she said.
Kerry opened her mouth, her breath coming in ragged, she was gasping for breath as she looked at the outline of hardcock, her eyes lingering on the bulge straining against my skirt. Her fingers twitched at her sides, claws curling into her palms like she was fighting the urge to rip the skirt off me and wrap those filthy hands around my cock.
MotherFucker.
I was already thinking of Kerry on her knees, her lustful eyes locked onto mine as she gagged on my thick cock, her lips stretched so wide that her drool would start dripping down her chin to her tits, making them wet.
I could almost hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her throat struggling to take me, her nose pressing against my pubes as I fucked her face like a worthless slut.
Or I could also bend her over, her ass high in the air, her tight, glistening pussy already drooling for my hard cock to fuck her, the pussy swollen and red from last night's brutal beating of my balls against her pussy.
I could almost see her in my head, her juices dripping down her thighs as she moaned, "Please, Dexter, give me your cock... I want to remember that feeling of squirting again and breed me like the animal I am."
Kerry's voice brought me back to reality, and she said with hesitation throaty growl, thick with lust and need. "Dexter..." The way she whispered my name made my cock jump with excitement, pre-cum already soaking the leaf skirt.
I saw Kerry moving her hand and touching my cock over the leaf skirt, feeling its hardness.
"If you want..." Her tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, wetting her lips as her gaze burned into mine. "To release your seed... again." A dark, hungry smirk curled her lips. "I could... help you with my pussy."
I noticed Kerry looked like a slut in heat, as if she also wanted to be fucked hard again. I chukled thinking Kerry won't be able to forget about it.. and will become slave to my cock..
"But Aunt Kerry..." I forced myself to sound concerned, even as my mind screamed to bend her over and ruin her. "Isn't your pussy still swollen from last night? I fucked you so hard you could barely walk."
She bit her lip, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face. "Hm..." Her fingers trailed down her thigh, teasing the edge of her leaf skirt. "It stings..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, filthy and raw. "But I can still take it... I can take you, Dexter. No matter how rough you are."
My cock throbbed, pre-cum soaking through the fabric. "Aunt Kerry... you're the best."
The hut loomed ahead—Ada, Kina, fucking Ruth still inside, waiting. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to focus. "Let me prepare the medicine first. Ruth needs it." I let my gaze drag over Kerry's body, my voice dropping to a low, promising growl. "And after... I'll need your help."
Kerry's eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips again. She knew what that meant.
We moved toward the hut, and Kina's voice cut through the thick sexual tension. "Dexter! You're here!"
I turned to Kerry and Kina, my voice steady despite the filthy thoughts racing through my head. "Bring me two stones. Flat ones. For grinding the herbs."
They returned with two square slabs and a smaller pestle, their movements practiced and efficient. They'd seen healers before—they knew the ritual of preparation. But they didn't know what I was really planning.
As I mashed the herbs, my gaze flicked between them—Kerry's smoldering hunger, Kina's curious innocence, Ada's watchful approval, Ruth's pained anticipation. I cleared my throat, my voice deliberately calm.
"Aunt Kerry..." I let my words drip with false concern. "I need to be alone with Ruth for this. No distractions. It's necessary."
No one questioned it. They filed out, leaving me alone with Ruth's trembling, naked body.
I stripped away her leaf skirt, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy was a mess—swollen, angry red, the lips puffy and glistening with fresh cum and her own juices. The scent of fucked cunt filled the air, thick and intoxicating.
With a thought, I pulled up the Supermarket Store, dumping 20 Pervert Points into a soothing cream, which was also green colored.
The real herb paste vanished into my System Storage; I had no idea what that herb was and what its effect would be, so I couldn't apply it to Ruth and others it might harm them.
I sent the paste that I created to system storage.
I smeared the cream onto the stone, letting it pool like freshly crushed medicine.
Ruth gasped as I applied it, her back arching off the bed. "Aaaah ...hmmm—Dexter, It... aaah It's cold but the burning feeling from my pussy—it's gone.. hmmm... don't poke your fingers... aaaaaaah" Her moans were music, her pussy clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.
I chukled and said, " Ruth.. you have to heal soon..., my cock is still hard... waiting to be inside your pussy... "
Ruth nodded, "Hmmm...."
I stroked her thigh, my fingers dangerously close to her slit. "Rest. I'll tell the others you're healing."
Outside, Kerry and the others waited. "The medicine's applied. She'll be fine soon."
Kerry's voice was a velvet purr, dripping with lust. "Dexter... you must be exhausted." Her eyes flicked to the stone in my hand—the last of the cream. She knew. "Come to my hut and take a Rest there."
I nodded, bidding Kina and Ada farewell as they slipped inside to check on Ruth. Then I followed Kerry to her hut.
The moment the flap closed behind us, I lost control.
I pounced, shoving her against the wall, my hard cock pressing against her ass through the flimsy leaf skirt. She moaned, her leaf skirt tearing as I yanked it off, exposing her bare, glistening cunt and heavy, swaying tits.
Kerry said, " Aaaaah... Dexter... hmmmm.. "
"You are such a horny slut," I whispered, grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples hard and pulling them up as I rubbed my cock against her ass. "You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Dreaming about my cock stretching your used-up pussy?"
"Yes.. aaaaaah fuck... hmmmm..." She whimpered, her ass pushing back, begging for it. I shoved her forward, bending her over the stone bed, her tits pressing into the rough surface.
I didn't waste time. I spat on my hand, slicking up my cock before lining it up with her dripping entrance. "You want this, Aunt Kerry? You want me to fuck you like an animal until you scream?"
"YES!" She cried out as I slammed into her, her pussy stretching obscenely around my thick, veiny hard cock. "AAAAAAH.. aaaah hmmm... FUCK aaaaaah IT'S TOO MUCH " Her pussy clenched, milking me, her juices gushing as I pounded into her with brutal, relentless strokes.
"Aunt.. tell me the truth?" I snarled, grabbed her waist, my balls slapping against her clit with every violent thrust. "You love being my fucking slut, my breeding bitch..." I reached around, rubbing her clit in rough, demanding circles, her moans turning into screams.