Ruth turned to me, her voice soft, pleading. "Dexter... you must help Aunt Hina... well... and thank her properly..."
I chuckled in my head. Thank her properly. Oh, I would. But not the way Ruth thought.
I looked at Hina, my voice serious, solemn. "I will definitely thank Aunt Hina well..."
Ruth nodded, satisfied, and stood with Kerry, their eyes following us as Hina pulled me away. Ryan also walked with us, looking confused.
Ryan cleared his throat, his voice weak, hesitant. "That... Hina... why don't you let Dexter take a rest... and those herbs can wait till morning..."
Hina's hold on me grew tighter, and her voice, although a bit icy, showed no doubt, was conclusive: "Because, Ryan... some things can't wait...". With her nails scraping down my arm, she was still saying: "And Dexter is one of them."
Ryan moved away quickly, Hina's sharp look almost cutting him to pieces, but he didn't say anything, and silently, as if overcome by guilt, he followed us to Hina's hideout.
We soon reached Hina's cave. The heat was sticking to my skin, surprising and inviting, quickly dispelling the cold and wetness from the cave entrance. She did this for us.
The fire's glow brushed against the walls and adorned Hina in its golden reddish hues, her nipples hardened by the thick wrap, her legs shining with the sweat that had immediately made my mouth water. She put the end of the doorflap with a loud and final thud, closing us in and allowing the safety of the night to envelop us. She then gave me a sharp pull towards the stone bed, inviting and warm with fur.
"Dexter," she said in a low, rough voice as she shoved me down into the furs. "Go sit. I want to talk to Ryan."
I did as I was told, but it wasn't because she commanded me to. It was because I wanted to see how far she'd go.
Ryan asked, " Hina, didn't you want Dexter to arrange those herbs?"
Hina glared at Ryan, her voice sharp with frustration. "Hmph... You're such an idiot. Don't you remember that day when Kerry and Mitt asked us to find a woman for Dexter? When we went to his hut to fetch him?"
Ryan frowned, confused. "So... what about it?"
Hina scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You idiot. Didn't you notice? Dexter's cock was hard—right in front of me and Kerry—and we're not exactly pure women! What man stays like that unless there's something... unusual about him?"
Ryan hesitated. "What's so strange about it? Dexter explained it himself—those herbs his grandfather gave him. His cock won't calm down without a pussy. For a normal kid, when their cock becomes hard, it calms down after a while. But for him... It's different."
"Hmph. What do you know?" Hina sneered.
Ryan's face burned, but he forced himself to stand taller, suddenly aware of the others in the room. "Watch your words, Hina. You can't just—just question me like that!"
She waved a dismissive hand. "Forget it. I already told Dexter about your little problem."
Ryan's embarrassment flared into anger. "You what?! Why would you tell him —? Dexter can't even treat men!"
Hina's eyes shone with ruthless intelligence. "You still haven't understood, have you? Don't you want a child? My bleeding days won't last forever. If we don't go ahead, then we are going to be barren. But Dexter? His cock is always hard, even with us, dirty women. So, he can easily bury his seed inside me without wasting it."
Ryan got breathless. A slow, amazed realization came to him. "That... that is... the reason why I never thought of it. A son... I could have a son."
Hina's lips twitched in a smile, her hand still between her legs, her fingers still stroking the heat there. "Yes, we will have a son...."
Hina's glance was so fierce and her motion so fast that I did not even get a chance to answer; she was already on her knees before me, her hands gripping the bottom of my skirt.
By a sudden and forceful yank, she took it off, revealing my already erect and throbbing penis with the veins bulging against my skin.
She looked at Ryan and said with a voice full of lust, "Still hard? Even right now, here with a dirty woman like me, his cock remains hard. His seed is potent. And this night, I shall have every single drop of it."
Ryan became very worked up, and his gaze went down to my crotch, his hand already preparing to get his wrap off. "Yeah...," he said in a low voice, "Hina... You are right. It is perfect that his cock is the one we need."
Hina's fingers moved in circles around my shaft, and her thumb rubbed the main vein that was pulsating under my skin. "And it will be in me tonight," she said in a low voice, a dark promise. "Every inch, Ryan. Deep and hard, until his seed fills me and makes us the son you have always wanted."
I reached down and put my fingers in Hina's hair. Hearing her breath hitch, I pulled her closer. "Are you sure, Elder Ryan?" I asked, my voice a low growl. "Are you sure that you want to see Aunt Hina doing this to me?"
Ryan's eyes were very bright, and he could barely whisper. "Yes. Yes, I want it. I am so in need of it. Dexter, impregnate her, breed her until she is full of your seed."
Hina's nails digging into me just enough to sting were the reason that the firelight flickered on her skin. With the taste that she already had from what she wanted with her mouth, a slow, wet noise leaked as her tongue flew out and traced the curve of her lower lip. She was already tasting it. Her breath was fast, hot, and uneven against my neck.
"So what are you waiting for?" she said, with her voice hoarse and raspy, a smoky breath, and her dark eyes fixed on mine with the iron hunger that comes from a woman who has already made up her mind that she takes what she wants - no matter the cost. "Breed me, Dexter." She changed her grip, one long strokation, her thumb slowly pressing into the side with deep pressure and deliberate motion.
The smell of her sweat with the smell of her arousal, and the smoke from the fire mixed together. She was not asking. She was making a demand. And that was her first mistake.
Just as if a blade had been pulled out of its sheath, Ryan's voice broke the moment. "But Dexter." He went on, his shadow getting long and moving past the dirt floor, his usual hesitation replaced by something more tangible - something more urgent. While as if he were struggling to resist the impulse to pull me to him, his fingers were twitching at his sides.
In a low, venomous whisper, he said, "You do know the rules, don't you? It will remain between us," his breath smelling of stale alcohol.
"You don't talk. Not to the elders. Not to the hunters. Not even to Ruth. And in return..." He got closer, his voice oily with promise, "I will make sure you get fed. Better cuts of meat. More hides in winter. Enough for you and Ruth, and even Sister Ada. No one in this tribe goes hungry if they are useful to me."
His face was distorted as the firelight was brightening the hollows in his cheeks. The threat came next, creeping like a snake from the grass, letting itself out slowly. "And let's face it, Dexter." His lips were in a smirk.
"You really don't want them to find out that you were dumb enough to put your cock in a dirty woman?" His gaze shifted sharply to Hina as if she were nothing more than a used bone that he could get rid of without even thinking. "They will say that you are weak. Desperate. Or worse - dirty."
Hina didn't look scared at all. Instead, she seemed to have tightened her grip on me, her thumb slowly and purposely stroking the tip.
"Yeah, Dexter..." she said in a low tone that was all honeyed poison. Her other hand went up my chest, her fingers softly scratching my skin as if she was marking me.
"Just like he said." But her eyes-oh, her eyes - glanced at Ryan with something cold and calculating. She wasn't simply agreeing. She was deceiving him. And she was good at it.
Now I could picture it, the manner in which this would be played out. Ryan, with his hollow threats and miserable bribes, was thinking he had control. Hina, with her sharp nails and sharper tongue, convinced herself that she was the one leading. And me? I'd let them both think so. Just for now.
I hid my true emotions behind a pretend calm and used a slow, controlled nod to acknowledge his presence. "No need to be concerned, Elder Ryan," I spoke in a fake, empty voice, like I had already resigned myself to it. "Your secret will be kept by me."
He let out a breath that made a rattling sound and relaxed his hands that were clenched tightly, although he had not been aware of it.
"That's good, Dexter," he said weakly, yet under the relief, he was concealing a darker mood - the satisfaction of a man getting a leash on a wolf when he thinks he has tamed it.
He did the gesture of false friendliness by putting his hand on my shoulder and wiping off his sweaty palm. "Smart boy. If you keep your head down and mouth shut, you'll go a long way in this tribe."
I didn't remove his hand. I didn't respond in any way. However, I still sensed it - the way his hand trembled on my shoulder, the barely recognizable glimmer of a man who thinks he is stable when in reality he is only one step away from falling into the void.
Hina's chuckle ripped the silence apart. She turned, her still hot body touching me more than the thin fabric of her dress, and her fingers lazily and possessively tracing circles on my thigh.
"Dexter..." Her voice was a purr, but her eyes were far sharper than desire, and they glared with something. Something ravenous. Something I wanted to consume.
"Please, can you also do with me what you did with Ruth?" She tilted her head, her smile slow and knowing, like she was unwrapping a gift she'd stolen. "I remember." Her tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip. "It's called squirting, right?"
Ryan was so quick to jerk his head towards her that I could even hear the snap of his neck. His face, which had been surprised at first, changed to bewilderment and disgust as he twisted his mouth. "What is that?" was said in a flat and puzzled manner as if he had tasted something bad.
Hina's smile only got larger and stronger as her teeth caught the light of the fire. "It's Dexter's method." She said the words one by one, as if tasting them like an expensive wine.
"He makes a woman so great that she..." She suddenly stopped, looking at Ryan with a mixture of mock pity and cruel terror. "Well." A slow, casual shrug. "She pisses herself."
Ryan displayed the distorted visage. "Wouldn't that make you...dirty?" His tone was caked with revulsion; nevertheless, one could still detect at the bottom a slight trace of a dark and curious nature. "Pissing yourself like some - some animal?"
Hina refused to acknowledge him. Her finger ascended. The nail of her finger grazed my thigh, and her touch sent an electric shock straight to my cock. "I don't know," she said with a voice that seemed to be feigning innocence. "I really just wanted to try it."
I didn't reply. I really didn't have to.
My cock longed to respond and throbbed against my thigh heavily, as if it was agreeing with her. As if it was already marking her as mine.
Hina's breath became ragged. She was feeling it too.
She was in the process of taking off her animal skin clothes–her skin slipping off her shoulders like water and pooling at her feet. The firelight was highlighting her skin in gold and shadow, every curve, every hollow completely exposed.
And damn.
Hina's quivering form was illuminated by the blaze, her black, puffed nipples glinting through the sweat of a very thin layer, and her dense pubic hair already catching the light of desire.
"Ummmm..." Hina's voice was a gentle breath, her fingers linking together in her lap as she looked at me with big, innocent eyes.
Hina's voice broke my dream, anticipatory and husky. "Dexter... do you have some method to easily make a woman pregnant that your grandfather taught?"
Despite the fact that the storm of lust was raging inside me, I looked straight into her eyes with my steady voice. "The truth is, Aunt Hina, my grandfather taught me a lot... but I haven't really done these things with anyone, so I don't know how they work." My fingers were moving as if they were already touching her skin. "However, I promise that I will make you pregnant."
A slow, satisfied smile passed over Hina's face. "Alright... I will leave my body to you..."
I saw Ryan from the corner of my eye; he was silently giving his consent while looking at his naked wife with envy, admiration, and something darker on his face. The heaviness in the hut could be felt more and more, charged with waiting and the unspoken undertones of the power flow that was changing between us.
With my hand, I cupped Hina's chin, directing her face up, and with a look that said solemn professionalism — although my cock was throbbing painfully against my thigh, which made me unable to keep my true intentions a secret.
"Aunt Hina," I said, my voice controlled and detached, "First, I have to check your fertility so that we can figure out the exact amount of seed your pussy has to consume in order to be pregnant."
Hina's dark eyes widened a bit, and her mouth slightly opened as if saying "Hmm..." while she gave a silent "yes" to the idea. Her fingers were moving nervously on her lap, and her thighs were almost touching—although not tightly enough as to hide the fact that her pussy was glowing from a new drop of excitement that was already running down her inner thigh.
"Whatever you consider to be the best, Dexter..." she said in a low voice, her voice trembling with a mixture of dissatisfaction and thirst for more.
I signaled to Hina to turn her legs underneath and kneel down in front of me.
While she was going down, I used my Pervert Eyes skill and instantly recognized that the points marked on her body had been doubled. A thrill of delight shot through me.
First, they were her breasts where my hands landed, and palming their heaviness, I felt their warmth and softness give way to my touch. Right at the moment when my fingers touched, I was awarded 400 points ( 200 points for each perfect tit)
"Aaaah—!" Hina's scream was high and needy, her cunt tightening around air as another viscous strand of her juices ran down, sparkling in the firelight. "D-Dexter, it is h-hurting... but it gives me such a fantastic feeling..."
Ryan moved towards her, his breath heavy as he witnessed her body accepting my touch. His fascinated tone was evident in his question," Dexter... how can you tell if she's fertile just from her tits? "