The sound of three weary bodies breathing raggedly filled the cave, and the air was heavy with the smell of submission and sex.
Helen had had her strongest spurt ever, a thick, pulsing gush that had soaked us all before she passed out, her chest heaving as her body finally gave in to exhaustion.
Honestly, under Ravina, her skin had cooled way down—no more blazing heat, just that damp aftermath clinging to her, proof of what we'd done. Kinda wild how fast things switch like that.
Right there, Ravina was straddling Helen's stomach, her chest rising and falling, sweaty skin catching every stray light like she'd been running a marathon—well, a very specific kind of marathon. Her legs squeezed tight like she was holding in more than just pain, hands all jumpy at her sides, not sure what to do with themselves now that the storm's passed.
And she kept licking her lips, eyes locked on—yep. That look? Made my heart pound faster, if that was even possible.
Voice shaky, she murmured, "Your cock..."—not subtle, but hey, I wasn't complaining.
I got up, grabbed my leaf skirt that was lying on the ground, put it on by dragging it, and started walking around, but, honestly, it was mostly to hide that I could hardly contain my desire, and I'm almost shaking. "I am okay," I said with a calm voice despite my cock that was throbbing.
I looked at her, seeing the way her body trembled, the way her nipples were hard, and her skin flushed. "I think it's time you sent me back to my tribe," I said, turning away slightly. "My woman would be worried about me."
I said this, wanting to see how Honry Ravina was, what she would do now.
Ravina froze, shoulders tense, nails digging into her palms. "No." The word tumbled out, all shredded, barely holding together. She moved quickly, slipping between me and the exit, chin up like she might just burst into flames if I took another step. Eyes wild—something between panic and don't you dare.
"You're not leaving. Not now." Her voice shook, and I could see her nerves—hell, I could almost feel them. She drew in a ragged breath, her hands wandering over herself, as if grounding.
Down her chest, around her waist, palms pausing at the curve of her hips. "When we were on the horse earlier... You said something about my pussy dripping?" Her words got tangled, heat flushing up her throat.
Her fingers slid down her stomach, slipping between her thighs. I could see how wet she was, her juices glistening in the firelight. "It does," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Ravina's eyes grew larger, the look of something fierce and needy very quickly crossing her features. She stepped nearer, her voice so low and touching that it was like a prayer.
"It is inside of me... the fire. It's consuming me, just like Helen's was. I need you to support me... touch me, make me feel better until there is nothing left." Her hand was shaking as she extended it to me, and she used her fingers to barely graze my arm. "I beg you... I can't stand it any more."
"Maybe I am also ill... I need someone to help me."
Maintaining only a slight distance between her legs, she used her fingers to draw back the skin of her labia and show somebody the shiny, swollen tissue inside. "See... I am dripping. If you will not help me, then I will keep you here for a long, long time."
Her voice cracked, all shaky and raw, like she was barely holding it together. "Please," she whispered, almost choking on the word.
"I saw how healed sister Helen... how you forced her to piss so hard, how you filled her until she was healed. I want the same. I want you in me, stretching me, filling me until I am... satis.... heal..healed... yes.. healed"
She fell on her knees before me, her black eyes with a mixture of pleading and hunger looking at me. "I will do anything," she said, her hands creeping up my thighs.
"Just please... put your cock inside me. Heal me like you healed her."
Her fingers found the edge of my leaf skirt, tugging at it gently. "Let me see it," she pleaded. "Let me touch it... taste it. I need to feel you inside me. Please..."
Holy smokes, that was some serious sexual tension, I tell you! She was next to me, on her knees, absolutely consuming me with her need as if I was her only source of water in a parched wasteland.
Those eyes—man, you'd swear she was pleading with her soul, not just her lips. "This heat's gonna melt me alive,'' she mumbled, voice all raspy and desperate. "I can't take it, you gotta do something—anything. Please."
Right then, like life's got a sick sense of humor, Sabina popped in, her eyes practically bugging out as she took in the whole scene. Perfect timing, huh?
And just like that, Ravina snapped upright, flipping the switch from smoldering mess to ice queen. I couldn't help it—a smirk crept up, because seriously, watching her shift gears that fast? Wild.
It was almost funny how she changed from being on her knees, pleading for my cock, to standing tall and lying to Sabina with a steady voice.
"Sister Ravina," Sabina said, her voice laced with concern. "Is everything okay?"
Ravina's back went cold. Her voice reverberated with authority as she said, "Nothing is wrong." "Sister Helen has been treated by Dexter. She is now well."
Sabina strolled over to Helen's crumpled body—eyes scanning, hawk-like, sucking in every detail. Drops to a squat, gets real close, sniffing the air with that pointy nose of hers. "Ugh, what's that smell?" she says, wrinkling her nose, fully horrified.
Her fingers brushed against the wet animal skins beneath Helen, then pulled back with a look of disgust. "The furs are wet... and the stone bed is completely soaked..." Sabina's gaze flicked between Ravina and me, her eyes narrowing. "Did sister Helen piss herself?"
Ravina opened her mouth, but I cut her off with a dark chuckle. "Not exactly," I said, stepping forward. The movement made my leaf skirt shift, drawing Sabina's eyes to the obvious bulge beneath. "Your sister was very sick. The heat inside her needed to be... flushed out completely."
Ravina told her how I fucked Helen's pussy hard, making her piss herself to push out the heat trapped inside her.
Sabina's eyes widened as comprehension dawned. "You put your cock inside a dirty woman..." she whispered, her voice trembling with shock. "And even put your seed inside her..."
I shrugged, my cock twitching at the memory. "She's healed now. Completely healed. That's what matters."
The mess still seeping from Helen's well-used pussy caught Sabina's attention as she looked down at Helen's spread thighs.
Then her gaze shifted to Ravina, observing her reddish skin, her firm nipples, and the way her thighs were pressed together.
Man, the smell in there was so heavy and pungent you could have suffocated with it - it was all heat and skin and that raw, animal scent that comes when bodies merge. It was like the air itself was there for the party, sticking to us, making my skin tingle and itch.
Sabina? Yeah, she was staring at it with her whole being and could not stop her gaze. She saw the slow, glistening unraveled that Ravina spread on her legs, dilating her pupils, all dark and wild. Not at all restrained. She seemed like she could devour her right there.
Ravina was lit up with firelight, which cast both gold and shadows over her exposed legs. Her entire being was bloated, glistening, as if she were calling for someone's hand to come and touch her—really, she looked as if she were the least bit subtle, a fully ripe peach that has been cut with its juice running out.
Sabina's voice was hoarse and anxious-sounding, but if we are being honest, there was a whole lot more to her eyes than these words. Desire, perhaps some shame, maybe not. "Sister, what is wrong with you?" she asked, but the way she was staring... well, it wasn't concern talking.
"Your face is red... and your..." Her gaze dropped to the obscene display between Ravina's thighs, her own breath hitching as she took in the sight of her elder's dripping cunt.
Ravina was not concerned about her modesty. She moved her legs out wider in a slow and deliberate manner, her fingers gently stroking the slippery folds of her vulva.
The movement made her labia part more, thus exposing the light pink of her inner skin, which was still wet with her secretions. "It is nothing," she said, her voice heavy with desire. "It is just my pussy that started to drip water when I saw Dexter... how he was healing Sister Helen..."
Her finger moved down, fully separating her folds, thus giving Sabina a clear view of her dripping opening. A thick drop of desire surged at her entrance before it fell down to mix with the moisture that was already on her thighs.
"So I was asking Dexter to treat it..." Ravina's voice trailed off into a needy whimper as her fingers circled her clit, the little nub already swollen and sensitive.
Watching the exchange, I felt a sort of dark amusement run through me, my cock still throbbing beneath the leaf skirt as I took in the scene.
These women were absolutely shameless, utterly without any fence or restraint, and when it came to their wants and desires. The fact was a bit shocking and intoxicating at the same time - them being so open about their needs, so ready to kneel and beg for what they wanted was quite a spectacle to behold.
Sabina's tongue darted out, quick and nervous, catching her bottom lip. She squeezed her thighs together like that would actually do anything about the aching heat building up—spoiler, it didn't.
"Seriously, why don't you just get it over with and help Sister Ravina already?" she snapped, shooting me a glare sharp enough to leave a mark. "For real, what's the delay?" Her eyes went down—there, to the clumsy heap beneath my leaf skirt—and then she looked at me again, expecting a reply.
Before I could respond, she added, her voice dropping to a breathy whisper, "After you have treated Sister Ravina... I also need treatment that will need your seed..." Her hand drifted down to her own thigh, her fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin. "I can still become pregnant... so I might have a chance..."
The way she said it—so blunt, so unashamed—made my cock twitch. This bitch is really begging for a cock...
"It's okay to treat Aunt Ravina," I said, my voice calm despite the fire burning in my veins. "But I think we should leave here so as not to disturb Elder Helen from taking a rest."
Sabina's eyes snapped to Ravina in shock. "Aunt Ravina?"
Ravina nodded, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. "Dexter is like a child... and he treated Sister Helen... so I let him call me Aunt Ravina..."
Sabina's face lit up with understanding, her own lips curling into a wicked grin. "Then call me Aunt Sabina... from now on..."
I looked at Sabina's eyes and nodded. Ravina chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm. "Yeah, you are right. Let's go to my place... let Sister Helen rest."
Sabina's joy was so great that she could barely restrain it. Her entire being was nearly vibrating with anticipation. But Ravina prevented her from going on after us out of the hut.
"What are you going to do?" she inquired, her voice resolute. "Stay here and take care of Sister Helen... and help her if she needs anything after she wakes up..."
Sabina was confused, and she mumbled; she clearly felt torn between her responsibility and her wish. "But..."
Ravina gave her a look that was both strict and commanding, her eyes dark with authority. Sabina eventually signalled assent, although her frustration was clear. "Alright... but I also need treatment..."
I couldn't help but smile as I watched the situation unfold with the thought of what was next running through my mind and making my cock get hard.
Ravina, man, she was a whole storm. Her thighs shook, breath all ragged, and yeah, you could practically see the need written all over her—no use pretending otherwise.
As we ducked out of the hut, she grabbed my hand, fingers squeezing tight. "Hurry up," she breathed, voice all shaky and desperate, "I can't stand waiting any longer..."
Her sentence let a surge of desire run through my body to the point my erection pressed hard against the leaves of my skirt. I wasn't even able to wait to feel her vagina that way—tight, moist, and craving as I entered her wildly, stuffing her with my sperm until she shouted my name.
And after Ravina, there would be Sabina, waiting for her own "treatment." The thought made my cock throb with anticipation. This tribe might have been primitive, but their appetites were anything but. And I was more than ready to satisfy them all.
When we left Helen's hut, the night air hit us like a warm, musky breeze, which had the smell of the roast meat and the dirt of the tribe's cooking fires. A group of women from the tribe were standing by the central fire pit, their dark eyes were flitting between us with a smile full of secrets. The firelight moved with their movements across their naked bodies, showing the outlines of their breasts and the shining sweat of their trained bodies.
One woman was grilling the meat standing near the fire. She had detailed tribal tattoos, and she turned to us when we approached her. The meat on her skewer was already smoking; the fat was dripping into the fire, making a very attractive little hissing sound. "Sister Ravina," said she, quite calmly but with power. "The meal is already waiting for us. You must be hungry...".
Ravina gave a glance that indicated that she was not sure about it, and her hand was still tightly holding mine. She was full of tension as she shook off her fear by leaning back on the stone, the way she had her legs so close together as if she were holding the pain in them. She was denying it by shaking her head, but then her eyes met mine, and she noticed the way the leaf part of my skirt was revealing, the way my body was betraying a complete control of desire.
"No... I..." she started, but then her voice went away. She turned to me, her dark eyes reflecting a weird mixture of sorrow and hope. "Are you hungry?" she asked, barely a whisper. "Take a bite..."