Hina pressed closer, her body trembling, her voice dropping to a desperate plea. "Dexter... is there any herb that can cure him? Any treatment? Any way to fix this?" She moved her fingers, grabbing me tightly.
"I can't ask healers from other tribes. If I explain to them what's wrong, they'll laugh at Ryan. They'll spread the word, and then what? He's the village chief."
"If the others find out his cock doesn't work, they'll never respect him again. They'll call him weak. They'll take his title away. I feel so.. lost.. don't know what to do." Her voice broke, her body shaking against mine.
I looked at her. Fuck. The realization hit me like a wave: this woman was still a virgin. A Virgin Milf. My cock jerked hard... as if wanting to just pounce on her, and take her virgin pussy, but I forced myself to keep my expression neutral.
"Aunt Hina," I gulped, swallowing my saliva, my voice careful. "I... I don't know how to treat men's diseases."
I saw her face show disappointment, her shoulders slumping as the weight of my words was crushing her. "Then what am I supposed to do?" Her voice became shaky.
"Am I really cursed? Did the ancestors' spirits decide that I don't deserve to be a mother?" She suddenly looked at me with hope, "Dexter, please. You have to help your aunt get pregnant. You're the only one who can."
I exhaled slowly, my mind racing. "Aunt Hina, I—"
"No!" She cut me off, her voice rising, "Don't say you can't. Don't say there's nothing you can do. You're smart, Dexter. You know things. You have to know something." Her voice cracked, her desperation pouring out of her. "I'll do anything. Anything. Just... just help me."
Hina's breath is coming in ragged gasps. "I've prayed to the spirits. I've tried every remedy the other women suggested. Nothing works. I'm begging you, Dexter. If there's any way—any herb, any ritual, anything—you have to try."
Hina's voice was a whisper now, her body trembling against mine. "I just want to feel a child growing inside me. I want to hold my baby in my arms. I want to be a mother before it's too late."
Hina's body was hot to touch, and her breath was irregular and shallow, her breath brushing my skin like a promise. My cock was already stiff and aching with the lust that had been increasing all this time since she had drawn me into this cave.
There was a scent of dried herbs and something far more intoxicating to her. Her shaking body pushed and pressed against mine, her black eyes looking deep into my soul, filled with a desperation and something more, something hungrier, which gave me a feeling of violence.
"Aunt Hina..." My voice was hoarse, gravelly, the words stuck to my throat as my head swam with pictures I was not supposed to be thinking of. Fuck.
The manner in which her fingers were gripping my dress, the manner in which her lips were parting only a bit as she waited to hear my response--it was all too much. "I do not know how to cure Elder Ryan. But—"
She pulled me closer, her knuckles growing pale as she caught me by the rough material of my skirt. It was a broken whisper and full of shame and something worse--something that raised my pulse a notch higher.
"Dexter..." Her voice was breaking, and her dark eyes flew off a moment and then locked onto mine, raw and desperate. "I know..." She swallowed and grasped it tighter, as though I were going to yank it away. "So... There is one more request I would ask you. Please don't be angry."
I kept my voice steady, though my mind was already racing with possibilities—filthy, possessive thoughts I shouldn't be entertaining. "What is it, Aunt? I won't be angry."
Hina's breath hitched, her fingers trembling against me. "Dexter," she whispered, her voice thick with frustration and something else—something that made my cock twitch.
"No man would want to put his cock inside a dirty, used-up woman like me. But I don't have a choice." Her voice broke, her dark eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Ryan's cock is useless." Her grip on my skirt tightened, her knuckles pressing into the fabric. "He can't even get hard."
Her hand slid up my chest, her touch sending a jolt of heat straight to my groin. "But you..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my cock twitch.
"Your seed is strong, Dexter. After those herbs from your grandfather, it's potent." Her fingers tightened, her voice thick with something between envy and need.
"Why don't you just..." Her voice cracked, and a sob tore through her throat. "Why don't you just put your seed into me? Just this once."
She moved her hands on my skirt, before I knew what was going on, and in a single desperate gesture, she tore it off. I felt the coolness of the cave air on my skin, yet that was nothing compared to the heat of her gaze as she narrowed in on my aching and swollen cock.
Fuck, I said, and pictures came to my head. Hina was on her knees before me with her lips around my head, tongue swirling on my cock, then thrusting her back, and filling her perfect, untouched pussy. With that thought alone, my cock twitched and my balls throbbed to fill her.
"It must hurt, doesn't it?" Sympathy and hunger combined with the feeling, she said. Her fingers were attempting to embrace my cock, and her fingers were a shock of enjoyment along me.
She was touching my cock, and that thumb circling slowly on the wet end, going round and round, caressing the pre-cum, like a woman trying to see how far she could go.
"Being hard for a whole night, building to a release..." The way she whispered sounded like a mix of concern and excitement as she breathed hotly on my skin.
"Just put it in my pussy, Dexter, and calm it down."
I felt her thumb press into the slit, which gave me such a shock of delight that her words, "I won't tell," and her smile, "I promise," seemed to echo through my body.
The fingers of her other hand traced the back of my neck, and the nails lightly touched the skin, burning like a flash of fire across it like fireworks.
She thrust her body against mine, her voice husky with rage and lacking hope, "And if I get pregnant with your seed..." But then she gave a bitter, knowing smile, her dark eyes dancing with mine in that instant which made my heart thunder.
I looked down at Hina, each word heavy and full of hesitation. "But Aunt Hina...what about Elder Ryan?"
I should have pulled her away now. Those dark eyes would never quite fade from my own. Her breath had hitched, as if she hung on my answer-this ha feeling rumbling up my groin, my ears pounding with it. "Aunt Hina, He would be angry if he—"
"He won't be angry." Her voice cut into mine, desperate now. "Why would he be?" Her fingers dragged up my chest, each touch like hellfire searing into my groin.
"He'll have a child to call his own." Her grip tightened, unnerving my cock, her thumb swiping up and down the slick head. "He'll be proud of it. The tribe will see him as strong. Capable." Her voice cracked, and the bruising of her nails on my flesh deepened. "He wants an heir, Dexter. Somebody to hold the torch for him."
Her warm breath came out unevenly as her body pressed against mine. "And I want to give him that," she whispered with her voice breaking.
"But I can't. Not with him. Not like this." Hina locking fingers against my cock was an unwanted prelude to being pushed farther from the edge. "Dexter, I have no one else except you who can help me."
I should have stopped her. I should have said no. But her eyes shone with something, her body trembling against mine-the sight of her made my prick throb with filthy, possessive thoughts. Fuck. She looks so seductive like this, begging for me.
"Because even if we asked someone else in the tribe," she whispered, her tone thick with shame, "they wouldn't get hard." Her grip tightened, clasping on the last remaining sliver of her strength, her words dropping into a raw, broken whisper. "They'd look at me and see nothing worth breeding."
Hina's nails pressed hard into my flesh as she gasped for breath, as if afraid I would reject her. "They would turn their backs on us."Her dark eyes glistened with humiliation—and something more, something that made my cock jerk up and down with a strange mixture of pity and possessive hunger.
"They would laugh at us."Hervoice was weak and trembling. "Or worse—they would tell everyone. Then it wouldn't only be the tribe who knew." Her fingers moved shakily againstmycock, her voice full of terror. "They would know that Ryan cannot get it up. That he is not a real man."
Her body was trembling against mine, and her breath was scorching my skin. "Ryan is not the one who wants that to happen," she admitted, her voice full of sorrow. "So we only wanted to find someone who could put his seed in my pussy...but we were too scared to tell anyone."Her fingers shaken, her voice ragged. "We can't even tell the tribe. If the words got out—"
Her dark eyes darted around, showing panic. "But they are already guessing. I can see it in their eyes. The way they look at me when they think I am not looking."Her voice sounded broken, and her arms around me became tighter.
"The women in the tribe smile at me, respect me to my face..."Her breath was shallow, her eyes watery and full of pain. "But behind my back?" Her voice was so low that it was more like a whisper. "'What's wrong with her?' 'Is she cursed?' 'A woman who can't have children. A loser.'"
Her hand moved up my chest, her touch seeking, her nails scratching slightly on my skin. "But you..." Her voice was a whisper, her dark eyes locking with mine. "You're the only one." Her fingers tightened around my cock, giving me a shiver of delight.
"Yesterday, your cock went hard even if Kerry and I were in front of you." Her thumb moved on the tip, making me feel a quick pleasure. "And now..." She stopped with her voice breaking and her body quivering. "It's still hard even with a dirty woman like me, isn't it?"
"Perhaps my prayers were heard by the ancestors," she murmured, her dark eyes shining. "Maybetheyled you to this tribe... to support me."Her free hand holding my face, her thumb moving over my mouth, shaking. "Nobody would suspect the baby is yours," she hissed, her voice hoarse.
"They will believe the herbs you gave me made me fertile."Hereyes staring deep into mine, her voice breaking. "They will think Ryan is the one who became a father at last."
"I really don't want to be a cursed woman anymore, Dexter," she whispered, her voice shaking. Once more, her thumb stroked over the head of my dick, sending shivers through my body.
"The only thing I want is to feel a baby developing inside me. I want to hold my baby. I want to become a mother as soon as possible, before time runs out."
"Just once, Dexter... Please..."Her dark eyes were open wide, full of pleading, and her body trembling with desperation. "I'm only asking you for this. Just once. I need nothing else."
She sped up the stroking, her touch making me almost reach the climax zone. "Give me what I have been asking for till now." Her breath was short, and her voice full of desire. "Give me a child. Give me your sperm."
I don't know why she is stroking me like a modern woman... I guess she must have tried it with Ryan when she couldn't get his cock up.
Her other hand came down, her fingertips following my cock before covering my balls, pleasure radiating through me. "I will," she said huskily, full of desperation, "do anything that you want. Just don't refuse me." Her glower burnt into me, her being shook.
"I will belong to you, Dexter. Just... once. Don't make me feel like the only woman whom you don't care about. Stop me from feeling like I am not worth something from time to time."
Damn. My thoughts were dark and twisted, my head was practically drowning with scenes of her under me already—legs spread wide, her pussy shining, hungry for me to take her.
She's craving it. Craving my cum.. asking me to fill her womb.
My cock swelled even harder in her grip, my balls drawing up tight with the urge to bury myself deep and empty every last drop inside her—just like I had with Kerry, fucking her until she was trembling, her body clenching around me as I filled her so full she couldn't help but gush for me.
"Please, Dexter," she requested again, her voice broken, her body pressing against mine. "I beg you. I want this. Don't refuse me." Waves of pleasure ran through me when her fingers moved faster along my cock.
"Only once. That's all I'm asking for. Just once, let me feel like I'm not a cursed woman, make me a mother, Dexter.. please.. that's all I want. something." Tears filled her eyes, and her voice was soft with need. "Let me keep this. Let me have you."