Kina was the first to break the silence, her voice hesitant. "Dexter..." she started, her fingers figeting together. "Could you teach this to Tusk? So that..."
The moment her lips parted, I cut her off. Not with words, with the weight of my presence alone, the kind of silence that made the air thicken like syrup.
My voice didn't just speak; it commanded, sharp enough to draw blood. "No." One syllable, and it was final. No room for her to even think about arguing.
My gaze moved to Kina, and something evil, something unexpected, a feeling in my chest. Oh, sister. My mind filled with the image before I could stop imy mind, Kina beneath me, trembling, her thighs slick with need, her breath coming in ragged little gasps as I ruined her. You think I'd let another man touch you like that?
Only I can do that... no one else...
"It's not that I don't want to teach it. But it's risky."
I let the words sink in, my gaze flicking between her and Hina. "Being a healer, I am the only one who understands the exact spot where to touch a woman to make her feel great. If the wrong pressure is applied, it can be harmful."
Hina sighed slowly; her breath was unsteady, like she was struggling to keep whatever it was under control. Her reaction seemed to go from disappointment or maybe something darker, something more intense, to the final one - resignation.
"It's... a pity..." She seemed to speak from her throat, her tone being thick with regret, the one that tends to stick around like the smell of the hunt after a long day.
Hina's eyes moved toward Ruth, the darkness within them seemed to soften, but it was not with warmth - with jealousy. The one that made her clean her lips together just a bit too hard, like she was tasting something that was not hers.
"If so..." She stopped for a moment, her voice becoming something heavier and more indistinct, which could be compared to smoke that surrounds the words. "There is Nothing we can do about it."
One more moment. Another look - this time lingering on me, her lips parted slightly enough for a slow, hot breath to escape. Shit. Her eyes, the way they looked over me as if to touch - what would it be like to be Ruth? To have me behold her so? To have my cock inside her like that?
And just like that, my cock twitched, thickening against the coarse fabric of my skirt. Fuck. The way her glance went down for that one second and then shot back up again - she knew. She could feel it. It was suffocating.
Then, out of nowhere, Hina's voice broke through the heaviness. It was still sharp, but there was a new emotion in it - excitement. "Dexter... just come to my place to get the herbs." Her pace was quick, very breathy, almost as if she was trying not to show how much she wanted this. "Let's go. Ruth's pussy isn't alright... and you won't be able to calm down without it. So, first of all, you have to help her."
Oh, I'll heal her, alright. The thought sent another pulse of heat straight to my groin. But it wasn't just Ruth I was thinking about now. Not with the way Hina's fingers twitched at her sides, like she was already imagining what came next. Not with the way her voice had gone all soft and needy when she said "come."
I nodded, my gaze locking onto hers for just a second too long. "Ruth..." I turned to her, my voice rough. "You go home first. I'll come back after getting the herbs."
Kina stepped in, her usual teasing tone replaced with something almost protective. "Don't worry, Dexter. I'll take care of her." Her eyes flicked between me and Hina, and for once, there was no smirk—just a knowing look.
I didn't bother answering. Instead, I reached for the leaf skirt, tying it around my waist with deliberate slowness.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Hina doing the same—adjusting the leaves over her breasts, her nipples already pebbled beneath them, the fabric barely hiding the way they tightened under my gaze. Fucking tease.
Then, just as I was about to turn, Kerry's voice brushed against my ear, so quiet only I could hear. "Dexter..." Her breath was warm, her lips almost touching my skin. "Make sure you don't tell anyone about... releasing your seed inside me and Sister Ada."
A growl rumbled in my chest before I could stop it. Like I'd ever let that slip. But I didn't say it out loud. Instead, I just nodded, my voice a low rasp. "Don't worry, Aunt Kerry. I'll make sure nobody knows about it."
Then I followed Hina.
And fuck—the way she moved ahead of me wasn't just walking. It was a torture to just watch how her hips moved with every step, slow and deliberate, like she knew exactly how my eyes were locked onto the sway of them, the way the animal skin of her skirt teased against her thighs.
No.
This was about her.
Hina ushered me into her hut, and when I first entered it, I stopped my breath. Outwardly, it was like any other hut, shaggy and meek, and fitting in with the improvised village of the tribe. But I found it to be true as soon as I crossed the door: it was far more than just a hut.
It was a cave.
A buggering cave, so cunningly covered with the appearance of woven branches and leaves, carved right into the mountain behind the appearance.
My gaze was showing along the entrance, how the natural rock made the walls, how the ceiling was arched well over our heads. Brilliant. It is understandable that she had made this place hers. No wonder she had brought me here.
The interior was opened up, and it was very roomy, almost a luxurious interior among the stuffy huts of the tribe. I looked upon the heaps of the scattered fruits, which were heaped in one corner, with their sweet odour blending with the musky stench of the cave. The bed, however, was what drew my attention.
A slab of stone, which was flat and smooth, and overlaid with animal skins--soft, thick, welcoming. Not just for sleep. No, this was the sort of arrangement that caused a man to think how that could be used.
The type of bed you would lay a woman in, the furs would dampen her screams, and the cold rock underneath would be a contrast to the warmth of her flesh.
Real luxury.
And Hina? She was looking at me and stealing it all in, her dark eyes flickering with something that was more than pride.
Hina was ahead of me, moving her hips in a leisurely manner, and with every step she threw out my eyes were like they were drawn to her with a magnetic power. She turned back with her gaze over her shoulder and said, seeing me, "Dexter," she spoke with her silky and warm voice, "Come here. Let's find out if any of these herbs might work for you."
She took me around the corner of the cave to where the dried plants were laid out on a flat stone.
In my eyes, they all looked like the same types of grass with different leaves, as some leaves were wide, some thin, and some looked like they had a light tint of green, while others were dried, brittle brown.
As Hina spoke about the herbs, she spoke with a softer reverence, tracing her fingers over the pile as if the herbs were something sacred.
"These were gathered by Ryan and the others, over the years," she said softly, though proud, she added, "A long time ago, when we were in need of healers from other tribes, they would take our hunters out for days, to find these herbs. It was so much trouble, and sometimes they didn't even want to share the best ones with us."
She took a bunch of leaves and rubbed her fingers. "Now, when Ryan or the others find them when they are hunting, they take them here. We have been hoarding them, just in case."
Her gaze was toward mine, and there was something in the manner in which she stared at me, something about the distance between us that gave rise to a tension. "But now that you're here," she said, with a slight drop in her voice, "You can use them how you want. You know more about them than any of us."
I moved closer, and the herbs' earthy aroma filled the space between us. My fingers hovered over the heap, but they eventually settled on a long, serrated leaf plant.
I took it, started rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger, and felt the rough texture. "This one will work for you, Aunt," I said in a low and confident voice.
The air in the cave was thick, heavy with the scent of dried herbs and something else—something warmer, something alive.
Hina stepped closer, her body nearly flush against mine. The warmth of her radiated through the thin fabric of my skirt, her breath shallow and uneven as she gripped my wrist like she was afraid I'd vanish if she let go.
Hina's fingers tightened around mine, her dark eyes burning into me with an intensity that made my pulse quicken.
Her voice was soft but urgent, cutting through the silence like a blade. "Dexter... there's something I need your help with."
I didn't pull away, keeping my voice steady, my expression carefully neutral, though my pulse was already quickening. "What is it, Aunt Hina? If there's anything I can do, I'll do it."
Hina felt very nervous and uneasy, her hand shaking a bit as she looked at my face, her dark eyes reflecting a strange combination of hopelessness and something else - something untamed and weak. "Dexter..." Her voice was gone, the crack shooting a shudder through me. "Is there... is there any kind of magic herbs that can cure any disease?"
But I really don't know about any such magical herbs. So I said, "Aunt, I don't know of any such herbs." However, she had a secret - something she hid from me behind that strange question.
I moved my upper body toward her a little bit, my voice becoming softer and more persuasive, "But... only if I knew what the disease is, I could come up with something."
Hina gasped, with her teeth clenched, she gripped my wrist harder, and she hesitated, pressing her lips to a thin line. Seldom, she made a revelation barely loud enough for me to hear, "Pregnancy...? It's...about my pregnancy?"
I felt a punch in the gut with this question. I was a little bit shocked, and my stare immediately met hers. Hina's eyes neither lowered nor hesitated - they showed only a desperate, burning request which made me feel sexually irritated.
"Fuck," was my thought as my mind was already off to the places it shouldn't be - images of Hina under me, legs apart, her pussy shiny and ready for me to penetrate with my seed.
With a not-so-serious tone and a slow voice, I asked her, "Aunt, why do you need herbs for that? You just need to let Elder Ryan put his seed inside your pussy."
Her smile turned into a grimace of dislike, and her speech was tinged with annoyance, "Him?" She didn't sound amused at all when she let out a sarcastic laugh and turned my hand, which was in her grasp, to a point where the pain was almost unbearable. "His cock won't even get hard, Dexter."
I was amazed, and my face immediately showed my expression of surprise, "What?"
In a very quiet and very secretive tone, Hina's eyes looked around the cave as if the very walls were listening, said, "You really can't tell anyone about this, Dexter. Please." Her fingers, acting as if they were claws, dug into my skin, her voice quivering as she spoke.
"If the people in the tribe find out, they'll laugh at him. They'll call him weak. Ryan's reputation as a leader will be ruined." Her grip on me tightened, her voice breaking. "Promise me you won't tell."
And then it clicked. That was the reason why she did not demand herbs to heal his cock directly. She was defending him, although her own desperation was eating her up.
I nodded, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I promise, Aunt. I won't tell anyone. But when did this happen? When did his cock stop getting hard?"
Her eyes were black, her voice scarcely more than a murmur. "Since the very first night," she said, and her voice was choking with frustration.
"He has never managed to put his cock inside me. It just... stays limp. Whatever we do, however much I implore him, he is unable to get hard. He can't release his seed. And now..." Her voice wavered, her eyes gleamed with unspent tears.
The voice of Hina, who was pressing her body to mine, was cracking, and her breath was hot and uneven. "Now I am running out of time," she said, pinching my arms with her fingers in an attempt to drown, and I was the only one who could hold her up.
"My bleeding is growing lighter with each month. Soon it will cease to exist at all... and I will never be a mother". Her dark eyes shone with unwept tears, her voice brutally desperate. "I can feel it, Dexter. My body is betraying me. Each day that comes, I miss the opportunity."