Ravina's entire body locked up, her spine turning to iron beneath my fingers. A sharp, hissing breath tore through her teeth, her ribs expanding against my grip. For a heartbeat, the world stilled.
Then—
"What," she said, eyebrows completely up, "Don't tell me you have never been on a horse?" Total tease. She obviously believed that she had me.
Honestly? I wasn't even scared of her. Not even a little bit.
I was fascinated.
This woman—this warrior—had just stolen me from my people, yet she needed me, not me, but a healer. So she can't really hurt me.
I leaned in, my hot breath hitting against the ear. "Yes," I murmured, "this is my first time... on a horse."
A beat of silence. Then—
Ravina's voice softened, just slightly, the edge of it wearing thin like a honed blade. "You kid..." She exhaled, rough and low. "Aren't you feeling disgusted? Forced to sit with a dirty woman like me."
I noticed she was curious why I didn't yell like Eric at her.
"I'm a healer," I said, even though my heart was trying to punch its way up my throat. "And in my eyes, there is no such thing as a dirty woman. At least that's what my grandfather taught me." My fingers still locked under the curve of her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples, fuck, the way they hardened, it was unreal. It gave me another 400 points, directly making my total points 11748
.
"Otherwise, all mothers in the world would be dirty women," I said, pretending to be a great philosopher.
Ravina's breathing stuttered—yeah, stuttered, like she'd just remembered to inhale. Her back arched, enough that her ass smacked right against my dick.
Electricity, that's what it felt like—zapped straight through me, hips bucking forward before my brain caught up. I nearly groaned, honest to god, but I bit the inside of my lip hard enough, I swear I tasted blood.
"You..." Ravina sounded straight-up baffled, almost like she was seeing me for the first time. "You are such a weird kid." Then she did this thing—shifted her hips, grinding slow, like she wanted to see just how hard she was making it for me (pun so not intended). "So why have I never heard about the Kronos tribe having a healer, huh?"
"Uh, yeah, that's... I mean, I've barely been there—what, like, two days?" Tried to sound chill, but honestly, my stomach was flipping Olympic-level somersaults due to the ride.
Ravina's fingers locked around my wrist. No exaggeration—it was like she was trying to snap it in half.
Ravina's grip clamped on my wrist, no joke, almost bone-crushing. The girl had some opinions. "And before that?"
Deep breath time. Gotta stick with what I'd told the Mitt, and others. I told her about the false story of mother and father being eaten by a lion, and how I met Mitt and others.
Silence. The heavy, awkward kind. Then—her voice, way softer. For the first time, it actually sounded gentle, maybe even sweet. "Don't be sad," she whispered, thumb circling my wrist. I... honestly? I didn't even know she had that in her.
Then—
A keen, startled gasp ripped out of her throat. "Hmm." Her voice fell into a purr, black and evil. "What is that thing that keeps poking me?"
She turned her head one more time, and her ass rolled on my cock in slow, deliberate movement, as though she was enjoying the hardness pressing into her. "You have a knife tied round your skirt, healer?"
My face burned, but I made no withdrawal. "No," I lied, my voice rough. "It's nothing. Just... the leaf of my skirt."
Ravina did not ask any more questions but simply rode the horse.
The horse's gait sent another jolt through me, my cock rubbing against her with every stride. I could feel myself hardening further, the friction maddening. Ravina's breath hitched again, her body tensing in a way that wasn't anger—not entirely.
One of the women riding beside us cleared her throat. "Sister Ravina," she said, her voice cautious, "do we need to let the horses rest? We've been moving for a long time."
Ravina squeezed my wrist, like really clamped down for a second, and then just let go. Her tone? Pure arrogance. "We're not stopping till the stream. Got it?"
A few minutes later, the sound of rushing water reached my ears. Ravina and the others slowed their horses to a stop, climbing down with practiced ease.
Ravina glanced over her shoulder at me, her dark eyes unreadable. "Why don't you climb down?" she demanded, her voice edged with impatience. "What are you waiting for?"
I swallowed hard, my body still thrumming from the ride. Turning slightly, I pulled my other leg up and over the horse's back, jumping down—
—and landed with a jolt that sent my skirt riding up.
My cock, still kind of stubborn from the ride and flushed all over, poked out between the tangled mess of skirt leaves around my hips. Cold air smacked the bare skin—felt like a slap—got my nerves buzzing, half embarrassed, half... honestly, who knows, it hooked into me, twisted wrong and electric. I fumbled at the leaves, tried to cover up, no dice. Way too late.
Ravina landed next to me, feet hitting the ground with this heavy, careless thump. She had zero clue what was up at first—she just had that wild, clipped edge in her tone, tossing words around like knives.
"Gonna take a piss," she called, already stalking off toward the creek, hips making this lazy, taunting sway. "Somebody keep the damn horses near. If one runs, you're chasing it."
My mouth felt like sandpaper, but I managed, "Elder Ravina!" The words came out scratchy as hell. "Uh, I gotta piss too."
She hesitated, half-turned, and looked at me with one of those glances, you know, a quick look down, and up at my face, no nonsense.
A modtiniest smirk was played on her mouth, as though she were struggling hard to laugh at me. Didn't even say anything mean, either. Just shook her hand like she was trying to drive away a stray dog. "Go ahead," she said, waving a dismissive hand. "Do it anywhere. I don't care."
But before she turned away completely, she fixed her gaze on the woman beside us—the one who'd asked about resting the horses earlier. "Sabina," Ravina said, her voice dropping into something colder, more commanding. "Keep an eye on him. Don't let him run away."
Sabina looked at me and said. "Don't worry, Sister Ravina," she said, her voice rough like gravel. "He won't leave my sight."
Ravina gave a curt nod before disappearing behind a cluster of rocks near the stream, leaving me alone with Sabina.
The woman wasted no time. She stalked toward me, her calloused fingers locking around my wrist like a manacle. "What are you waiting for?" she demanded, yanking me toward a gnarled tree a few paces away. "Don't you wanna take a piss?"
Sabina's fingers curled around my wrist, sharp as a cat digging for a fight. She yanked me so hard, I just about face-planted into that crooked old oak at the clearing's edge.
Bark scraped my palms when she spun me, nearly launching me at the trunk. Then—bam—her hand smacked between my shoulder blades, real subtle.
"Go on, then," she spat—honestly, her voice could sand paint right off a door. "Piss. Or what, you gonna stand there dangling your cock forever, healer?"
I shot a look over my shoulder at her—somewhere in her thirties, I guess, could've been older, didn't really matter. Her body? Damn near identical to Kerry's: wiry, tough as nails, muscles you earn by actually living hard, not just hitting the gym for show.
You could tell she'd lugged buckets and gutted more than a few creatures in her time. Her hair, dark, wild, a total bird's nest, spilled down her back. She didn't try to cover anything, either; her exposed breasts moved with every harsh breath, ferocious and entirely unbothered.
I turned away, and I don't even need to remove the skirt or slide it down, just grabbed my cock and aimed forward.
Piss splattered the roots with this harsh little sizzle. And yeah, Sabina was behind me, breathing all even and calm, except I could feel her staring holes in my back. Judging? Maybe just sizing me up. God, if she clocked the size—like, actually saw—she'd definitely have something to say. Wasn't ready to deal with that.
I finished, shook myself off, and turned.
Sabina looked at me and asked, "Done?"
I nodded and saw behind her someone walking over here.
That's when I saw Ravina.
She was strolling over, and honestly, her legs looked like they'd been splashed with... something. Water? Maybe more. My heart rate started climbing, you know the feeling. She had this loose, confident way of walking—bare feet barely making a sound on the wet ground, hips rolling with every step—and I could feel myself reacting, not gonna lie.
Then she stopped short and fixed her eyes on my skirt like she could see right through me.
"Sabina," she said, her voice dropping. There was a little warning in it, but not mean—just cautious. "Go through his clothes, would you? I kept getting poked in the back this whole time."
Sabina was all business; she didn't waste a second. She stepped up, grabbed the waistband, and—well—down went my skirt.
Guess there was no hiding it then. My cock just kind of bounced out, totally exposed, already half-hard and flushed like I'd been caught red-handed. Not my smoothest moment, but hey, at least things were out in the open.
Gasps.
Ravina's eyes locked onto it. "What in the ancestors' names—?! Why is it hard? That's impossible!"
Sabina didn't just look. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, testing the weight. "It's... different." Her thumb brushed the ridge of my glans, her touch rough, curious. "The skin—it's gone. And this..." She poked the swollen head.
A jolt of pleasure shot through me. I hissed, my hips jerking forward before I could stop myself.
"Fuck," Sabina breathed. "It's like nothing I've ever seen."
Ravina stepped closer, her wet thighs pressing together as she stared. "Can you even release your seed like that?" Her voice dropped, hungry. "Doesn't that mean you could put a child in any woman you want?"
I swallowed hard. All of them wanted it. Their eyes—greedy, hungry—flicked between my cock and my face. They weren't just curious. They were imagining.
I cleared my throat, forcing my voice steady. "My grandfather found herbs for me. To make me strong. So I could..." I hesitated, letting the implication hang. "Give strong children." I didn't mention the healing cum lie. Not here. Not with these women. They'd chain me to a bed before I could blink.
Ravina's lips parted. "You already have a woman?"
I nodded. "Yes."
Her fingers twitched at her sides. "Just one?"
The question hung between us, heavy as the humid air.
Sabina's grip on my cock tightened, just for a second, before she let go. "A man like you shouldn't waste himself on just one." Her voice was a growl, her breath hot against my chest. "The tribe needs strong sons. Strong hunters."
Ravina stepped even closer, her body nearly pressing against mine. "And strong daughters," she murmured, her hand drifting toward my cock before she caught herself.
I didn't move. Didn't speak.
Let them look. Let them want.
I mean, in a place where muscle basically kept you breathing, and a dude's ability to make babies decided if your people faded away or took over the whole damn valley, I was way past just being the healer.
I was powerful.
And they all knew it.
Sabina's fingers twitched at her sides, her dark eyes flicking between me and Ravina.
"Sister Ravina," she said, her voice low but cutting through the hum of the night. "We should keep him."
My pulse didn't spike. I didn't flinch.
I was not afraid to be captured—I could vanish at any moment with my magical tool, and they'd never stand a chance. If I wanted, I could even wipe them all out.
Sabina stepped closer, her bare breasts rising as she spoke, her voice dropping into that rough, persuasive growl. "Look at him. Look at what he is. We have women—so many women—still young, still able to carry children. Sisters who've lost husbands, lost sons, who've been cast out by their tribes like broken tools." Her hand cut through the air, sharp as a blade.
"With him, we could give them hope. Strong sons. Hunters who could feed us all. Daughters who wouldn't starve when the cold comes."
Ravina's face changed—tight mouth, knuckles going white for a second, then letting go like she was catching herself. You could just see the wheels spinning. Devious.
And then it just hit me like, oh, that's why they're all women. The tribe tossed them out, like scraps, just because they couldn't pull their weight or whatever. Brutal.
Suddenly, I couldn't stop thinking about Ada, Ruth... yeah, they could've been dumped, too, if I hadn't been around. Same as these women. God, that stings.
I glanced around at Sabina, Ravina, and the others hanging back in the shadows. They looked a little rough, honestly—skinny, with this sort of wild, hopeful gleam in their eyes.
Not just curious, but like they're itching for something more. You know, like when you're starving and someone walks by with pizza? That kind of longing.
They wanted a savior.
I could be that.
Or I could be their ruin.
Ravina sucked in a shaky breath. Her eyes darted down—yeah, still hard, can't exactly hide that—then she yanked her stare back up to meet mine, cheeks burning. "We're not dealing with that right now," she muttered, voice wound up tight. "Sister Helen first. Then you and I talk."
Sabina bit down so hard I thought she'd snap her own jaw, but—for once—she kept her mouth shut. For now, anyway.
I smirked. Just a little.
Because I heard what she didn't say.
Later.
And later? Oh, I'd be ready.
I'd let them think they had a choice.
I'd let them think they were in control.
And when the time came?
I'd show them exactly what happens when you try to cage a man who's already decided he's a god.