Hina twitched her fingers on her sides, with the whitening of her knuckles.
I could even imagine the war occurring behind her eyes, the shock on seeing what she had seen, the unbelief at the explanation Kerry gave, and something more, something darker, more complex than that, which flashed across her face before she could conceal it.
Hina's voice emerged as a strained one when she eventually spoke. "So you're telling me..." She waved a hand in the direction of my cock, then of the mess that was left on the thighs of Kerry.
"This is all just... him trying to heal you?" Her tone left no mistaking her as she was not buying the story wholesale, but she was not yet prepared to dismiss it as an outright lie.
Kerry nodded viciously, but her eyes were unable to look fully into Hina's eyes. "Yes, exactly. Dexter was just helping me.... That's all."
Hina's gaze flicked between us, her sharp eyes missing nothing. The way Kerry couldn't quite look at her. The way I stood there unapologetically, my cock still visible and half-hard.
Our evidence of our treatment was still dripping down on the thighs of Kerry. She sighed again, and I could see that her chest was going up and down, a little quicker than usual.
The hut was electrified to something like what comes before lightning strikes. The shrewd eyes of Hina were flitting back and forth between us, her brain evidently whirling out as she thought of everything.
But it was not merely shock that I saw in her face; there was something blacker, something that raised my blood pressure.
I maintained a steady, quiet tone of voice, made eye contact with her.
I kept my voice calm and steady, holding her gaze. "Yes, Aunt Hina. My seed can heal women's illnesses. But those herbs have a side effect - they make my cock painfully hard." I let my words sink in before continuing.
"I have to release many times to relieve the pressure. That's what Aunt Kerry was helping me with - using her pussy to ease my suffering."
Then I added, my voice dripping with false generosity, "Please don't blame Aunt Kerry. It's my fault she had to help me like this."
Inside, I was smirking - I knew exactly what buttons I was pushing. Hina would do anything now to be the one receiving my seed instead of Kerry.
Hina's head whipped between Kerry and me, her dark eyes sparkling with a new light - something almost predatory. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips as she asked, "So... does anyone else know about this special treatment of yours?"
Kerry fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric. "Sister Ada knows," she blurted out, the words spilling from her lips before she could stop them. "Last night, Dexter... he had to release inside us. His cock gets so hard it hurts if he doesn't. We were just helping him."
Now that the dam had broken, Kerry seemed unable to stop the flood of words. Her face flushed as she continued, her voice breathless with remembered pleasure. "And when our pussies get wet and our nipples harden? That's because our assholes..." She bit her lip, then rushed on. "They kind of pulse and breathe. So Dexter put it in mine and Sister Ada's assholes to heal us."
Kerry's confession hung in the air like thick incense. Hina's face cycled through shock, disbelief, and then something darker as Kerry described what we'd done. Her mouth actually fell open when Kerry mentioned the asshole part.
"Wait—wait—WAIT!" Hina's voice cracked as she held up her hands, her dark eyes wide with horror and something else that made my cock twitch.
"You're telling me... You let him put his DICK... in your ASSHOLE?!" Her gaze darted between us, landing on my still-hard cock before snapping back up, her cheeks flushing dark red.
She took a step back, her hand flying to her chest as if to steady herself. But then her eyes dropped again, this time lingering on the mess between Kerry's thighs. I saw her throat work as she swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips.
"That's... that's not possible!" Hina stammered, but her eyes betrayed her. They kept flicking down to my cock, then to Kerry's well-used pussy, then back to my cock again. "How could that even... I mean, wouldn't it HURT? Wouldn't it be... dirty?"
Kerry, now fully caught up in the memory, didn't notice Hina's growing arousal. "At first it does," she admitted, her voice getting breathy. "But Dexter's saliva makes it slippery, and then when he pushes in—" She let out a little moan just remembering it. "Ohhh, it stretches you in this amazing way, and then when he starts moving—"
"ENOUGH!" Hina snapped, but her voice was husky now, her breath coming faster. She pressed her thighs together slightly, and I could see her nipples hardening against her dress. "I don't... I don't need to hear the details!"
But she did. Oh, she absolutely did. Her eyes were glued to my cock now, watching as it pulsed slightly at Kerry's description. I could practically see the war happening inside her—her proper upbringing fighting against the raw, animal lust that was clearly winning.
"And you... you SQUIRTED from that?" Hina's voice dropped to a whisper, her tongue sneaking out to wet her lips again. "From having his cock in your... in your asshole?"
Kerry nodded in excitement, and her face flushed. "So much! It felt as though nothing I ever felt before! I was trembling all through, and I just — " She made a little spraying motion with her hands, her eyes glazing over with memory.
The gasp of Hina came out with a crackle. Her fingers twitched against her, and she muttered, but her eyes were dark with fascination.. "That is not, that is not normal," she said to herself, but her eyes were black with interest. " Pissing yourself while breeding.."
Her eyes flashed over at me, and I caught a glimpse of it--the naked lust that was there, the blown-up pupils. She licked her lips once more, more slowly this time, her tongue was coming too long.
Hina's voice cut through the silence, sharp yet unsteady. "So after Dexter released his inside you—did it heal your pussy? Your nipples?" Her gaze flickered, as if the words themselves burned.
Kerry only nodded, her throat too tight to speak.
Hina exhaled slowly, her breath hitching. "Does Ruth know?" The question hung between them, hollow—her mind already spiraling elsewhere. Her fingers traced restless circles on her thighs, pressing harder with each pass. The air thickened as her chest rose and fell, each inhale deeper, more ragged than the last.
Kerry shook her head. " When Ruth squirted, she fainted. She doesn't know anything."
Hina darkened his face, though not with anger, but with something even more dangerous. Her eyes swept up and down me, and then to my cock, and then up to my eyes. Her voice was low and husky in her next words.
"We can not tell anybody about this," said she, and her gaze was fixed on my cock. "It's too dangerous. People would... they would attempt to use Dexter in case they were aware of what Dexter's seed could do."
I could feel that Hina was pressing her thigh against mine, her animal skin skirt rubbing against my leg. The air between us grew heavy--sweet with her musk, heavy with the odour of arousal, that sort of smell that made my cock twitch with hunger. She bent; her breath was hot on my ear.
"Dexter," she said, in a voice that was dripping with feigning care. But something more real came through it--the damp, abject desire of a woman who must be used.
" Don't be afraid," she said to me, her fingers jerking in her side, as though she were struggling to grasp me. "Your secret's safe with me." A pause.
Her eyes went down to the tight swelling between my legs, and her tongue was pouring over her lips like it would already savor me. "But Dexter, you can't keep hurting your Aunt pussy like this."
Hina pointed to where Kerry sat, looking at her thighs shining with my cum, and her swollen pussy lips still sore with my breeding, and said, "Look at your Aunt Kerry's pussy, still a-swollen with breeding. She must be hurting her a lot."
Then, lower, darker: " So if you need help to calm your cock you can also ask me for help."
I knew the game. The pretense of concern was just foreplay—her cunt was begging for my seed, greedy for the stretch of my cock.
The Hina had her hand on me then, and it was her palm that blazed through the thighs, grabbing my cock. "Dexter..." she purred, and stroking my cock with inexcusable slowness, her fingers followed the thick vein, which throbbed where she touched it. "Does your cock still need a pussy, hmm? It is so hard. Does it want more?"
Her answer was the throb of my cock in her grip. Her lips were open, her eyes glazed, she looked up at me, a pleading, beseeching look of a woman in heat. For a second, I let her squirm. Let her beg.
But the scrap of morality still clinging to my ribs like a leech pissed me off. These women—Kerry, Hina, Ruth—they thought they could manipulate me. Toy with me like some untried boy. Fuck that. I was the real boss here—the law. The king of this world didn't know it yet.
With a snarl, I crushed the last of my hesitation under my heel. Ethics? Points? Meaningless. This world was mine to take. Women like Kerry—eager to spread for me, to lie for me—proved it. Why waste time playing by rules that didn't bind me?
I grabbed Hina by her tits, my fingers digging into her jiggling tits. And she cried out, and her body arched back, as I got hold of the nipples and squeezed them hard. "Aaaah—Dexter, don't—!" Her protest dissolved into a moan, her body betraying her as she pressed into my touch, her thighs clenching together.
Aunt, drop the skirt, I growled, and my voice was rough with command. "Let me see that pussy of yours."
She followed, shaking, her fingers stumbling over the animal skin skirt. The skirt slipped down her hips and lay at her ankles, exposing the twinkling, swollen folds of her pussy. She was dripping, and her arousal covered her thighs, and her clit was already swollen and crying out to be touched.
"Fuck," I muttered, my cock throbbing painfully. "Look at you. Already soaking for me."
Hina whimpered, her hands gripping her own tits, squeezing them as she offered herself to me. "Dexter... put your cock in you must be feeling painful.."
But before she could finish, before I could shove her onto her knees and bury myself in her tight heat— Chaos.
Shouts erupted outside. Cheers. The thunder of approaching feet.
Hina froze, her skirt still tangled around her ankles, her pussy exposed and glistening. She quickly lifted her skirt up and tied it back. Hina went out to peek outside the hut, and said, "It's—it's Mitt—he is back!"
Kerry and I barely had time to yank on our leaf-skirt coverings before Mitt barreled in, his voice booming: "Kerry! Dexter! —"
Mitt noticed Hina was also here. "Hina," he said, his voice rough. "You're here too."
"Mitt," Kerry said smoothly, wiping the last traces of my cum from her thighs with the back of her hand. "What's the commotion?"
"Ha.. Ha. Ha. Ha.!" Mitt's grin split his face. "We took down a great prey this time. Don't have to worry about food for many days! But we need hands to haul it back—" His gaze flicked to me. "Dexter. Come with me...this time. I will show you around, and we have a job to do. Ryan and Tusk are still waiting."
Kerry's hand shot out, gripping my arm. "He's just a child, Mitt. What if—"
Mitt's voice cut through the hesitation: "Don't worry—it's completely safe." Before I could respond, he turned toward the door. "Dexter, I'm calling more people. Come out—we have to leave. Now." The door flap shut behind him.
Hina's arms wrapped around me, her grip tight. "You don't have to go," she whispered.
But curiosity gnawed at me. What had Mitt so worked up? And I'd barely scratched the surface of this world. One quick look couldn't hurt...
Kerry, her gaze locked onto me, sharp as flint. "Listen to me, Dexter." She grabbed my wrist, her calluses rough against my skin.
"Out there. You see teeth or tusks or anything bigger than a damn horse, you run. Straight back here. No hesitation. No pride." Her voice dropped. "And if you get lost, I swear to the gods, I'll skin Mitt alive for dragging you into this."
These women, this tribe... they'd learn soon enough who really held the power here.
"I'm going," I said, shrugging off Hina's hold. "The tribe needs me."
Kerry stepped forward, her fingers brushing mine. "Then come back quick," she murmured. "I'll be waiting."
I leaned in, my lips grazing her ear. "Get that tight little pussy ready for me. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't walk straight for days."
Her breath hitched. A promise sealed.
I walked out of the hut with Kerry and Hina following me out... and Outside, Mitt had already rallied the young men—Patt, Eric, Noah, Liam. Their laughter was a wild thing, untamed.
Hina planted herself in front of him, hands on her hips. "What in the world did you kill that needs a dozen men to haul back?"
"A mammoth!" Mitt roared. "Enough meat to feed us for many days!"
My blood hummed. A mammoth. Prey. And if this world had beasts like that... what else lurked in the shadows?
Mitt's voice cut through the murmur of the tribe—"Let's go bring that mammoth back." The words hung like a challenge.
I turned to Kerry and Hina first, their goodbyes stiff with something unspoken—reluctance, or maybe warning. Then I fell in behind Mitt, Patt, and Eric, flanking me like hunters already mid-stride.
I turned just enough to see Ruth cutting through the crowd, Ada and Kina flanking her like silent sentinels. The torchlight carved shadows under her cheekbones, her fingers twisted in the hem of her skirt. "Dexter—"
Her voice was a thread of sound, barely audible over the stomp of feets and the ribald laughter of the hunters. "Be careful."
I didn't look back.
The forest swallowed us whole—the hunt had only just begun.