Hina's breath was sharp and quick, her chest rising and falling as she moved her red face toward me. Her eyes were full of craving. "Hmm... Dexter..." Her voice was barely audible and her fingers, shaking, were touching her leaking, torn pussy, which was still dripping with my piss and her juices.
"Now my pussy is cleaned." She was shaking with excitement and her hips went up a bit, revealing herself to me. "Don't stop—Please... fill my pussy with your seed." She got louder as she got more desperate, looked at my cock and that made her stare fixedly on it. "So that I can get pregnant soon..."
I responded negatively and smiled at her swollen, dripping pussy. "Aunt..." I was serious though my hand went on her wetness, parting her to see the mess inside. "We have to dry your pussy first..." I laughed, using my thumb to massage her clitoris, making her gasps.
"It is wet—see that..." I looked down at her open anus that shone with our combined fluids. "Even if I were to put my seed deep inside... it wouldn't stay there and slip out..." I started slowly masturbating to completion, my voice was playful and low. "So, we have to wait till next day..."
Hina's lips parted as she tried to resist with a whimpering voice, "What...? Till next day...?" Her fingers clawed into the furs while her body tensed up, letting go of frustration by her pussy, which tightened at the thought of waiting.
Ryan who was still wet from Hina's squirt, hesitated and said in a weak voice but with support, "Hina... Dexter is right... listen to him..." He swallowed, darted his eyes between his wife's desperate pussy and my still-hard leaking cock. "He is the one knows better... It is better to wait till tomorrow..."
Hina's lips quivered, her voice decently soft but full of yearning: "But Dexter..." Her eyes looked at my hand that held my erection and release of pre-cum.
"What about you? Wouldn't it... hurt your cock to leave it hard like that....?" Her fingers moved as if they wanted to touch it, to take me back inside her.
I made a casual gesture with my hand to indicate that it was not a problem and my eyes twinkled with humor. "Don't worry, Aunt Hina..."
"I will ask... ask Ker.." Suddenly I stopped, almost saying Kerry but correcting myself. "I shall ask Ruth to... get her pussy ready to calm it down..."
Hina's body was stiff, her fingers digging into the furs as fists. She had no reaction on her face but her eyes glared with something dark—jealousy, possession, hunger. She knew. She knew I was talking about Kerry.
Her desperation mirrored inside me as I watched her. She looked so needy, so dependent on my cock that she hadn't even acknowledged it yet. And now that she got a real taste of my cock, ... she wouldn't be able to stop herself. She'd fucking want it. Beg for it. Live for it.
I wanted to see what she'd do when her body ached for me, when the emptiness became unbearable. Would she break? Would she plead?
And on the other hand why I was not filling her womb right way becasue Ravina and her tribe that were waiting outside for me. I couldn't drag it out too long—they wouldn't be very patient, and if they were discovered by someone it would be difficult.
Ryan took a deep breath, he was embarrassed and avoided looking at Hina's destroyed pussy. "Hina... I will wash myself at the stream..." His fingers that were still sticky with his wife's squirt moved nervously, and his face was filled with shame.
"You... should to do it too..." He looked at the furs which were soaked with Hina's juices and my piss. "Remove the fur off the bed... It's covered with yours and Dexter's piss..." He was barely able to say it, his voice breaking before he turned and rushed out of the tent, trying to get rid of his wife's piss off his body.
Hina's body was shaking as soon as the tent flap closed and her eyes were fixed on my hard and leaking cock. She was trembling as she stood and a thick drop of my urine ran from her swollen pussy onto the ground with a soft and wet sound.
Her clitoris was swollen and puffy, her labia were red and swollen from my forceful entry, glistening with the mixture of our fluids. She came closer, her breath ragged, her voice a small, whimpering, desperate request: "Hmm... Dexter..." Her fingers rhythmically moved untethered, wanting to touch me, to pull me inside of her again.
After her drip caught me and she moved until she was directly in front of me, her scent filling the air—musky, sweet, intoxicating. "That is..." Her voice was just a soft, broken whisper and her eyes glancing first at my cock and then to my face. "If not inside me, then in Kerry... is where you want to put it..." Her mouth quivered and her jealousy lit up in her stare but she swallowed and instead gave the look of desperation.
"But..." Her fingers brushed against my chest, her voice pleading. "Don't waste all your seed inside Kerry..." Her hand slid lower, hovering near my cock, her eyes locked on mine. "Leave some... for me... okay?"
She bit her lip, her body shaking with lust, her cunt tight at the thought of being left without doing something that another woman would take what she wanted. "And..." In a whisper, her fingers finally wrapping around my cock, she slowly stroked it, her eyes filled with terror and desire.
"Don't let Mitt find out about you guys..." As her grip grew stronger, her thumb brushed over my leaking cock. "He could be telling others... jokingly..." Her breath caught, and her voice trembled.
"And the tribe... they might throw you out... or worse..." Her eyes got deeper as she cut faster with her fingers, her voice more so. "Since you are the healer... they may decide to keep you as a prisoner..." Her look was pure, raw, and direct as she said, "And even I... at that time... won't be able to help you much..."
Her words were a warning of consequences and despair. She was aware of the dangers. She was aware of the outcome.
But right now?
All she knew was the ache between her legs.
And the man who owned it.
I glanced down at Hina. She looked at me with large, troubled eyes, and her trembling and outstretched hands still held my cock.
I nodded low and kindly with my voice. "Don't be afraid, Aunt..." My hand went over her cheek, my thumb wiping away a small drop of sweat - or maybe her squirt- from the red spot on her face. "I will be careful..."
Hina drew a gulp of terrified air through her lips, barely touching my ear, her voice a faint whisper, raw and vulnerable: "Dexter..." Her breath was warm, and her whole body shivered as she kept holding me.
"Tell me the truth..." Her nails dug deeper into my back while she spoke in a tone of jealousy and need. "Whose pussy did you like the most...?" Her words stuck there, loaded with insecurity. "Mine... or Kerry's...?"
I knew she was jealous. I knew she needed to hear it.
But I was not going to lie.
"Definitely yours, Aunt..." I said with truth and honesty, my voice strong. My hands crept down to her hips. I gripped her and pulled her closer until her body was against mine.
"Your pussy is tighter than Aunt Kerry's..." With my thumb, I went over her swollen clit, and my touch made her gasp and her legs shake.
"More tight... warmer..." I lowered my voice to a growl, and my fingers sank into her soft flesh. "It wraps my cock like no other..." The hand that was not there moved up her back. I brought her close to me and I kissed her ear. "As if it were made for me..."
Hina let out a soft and happy chuckle. She relaxed her body against mine, her tone somewhat playful, as she chastised me by running her fingers along my chest, pride and possession filling her gaze.
"You know how to please me, Dexter..." Her lips brushed against my shoulder, and I felt the heat of her breath hit my skin.
I shrugged and brought my hands upward to her face. My voice was serious and adamant. "No, Aunt..." I ran my thumb over her lips and only looked into her eyes.
"I am being honest." Then she slowly pulled her hand away, fumbling with her dress between her fingers, still her eyes glowed with triumph.
I grabbed my rough skirt made from leaves, tied it around my waist, and it bumped the side of my still hard cock—a reminder of what was to come.
Hina, smoothing her dress, still touching the fabric with her fingers, took a quick peek at me and said softly but with conviction. "I will go wash..." She walked to the exit of the cave, stopped, and turned to look at me with a devilish smile on her lips.
"And Dexter...?" Her eyes got deeper, her breath a whisper. "I will be waiting for you..." Her fingers were drawing between us as if they were already feeling my cock in her again. "To make my pussy yours... tomorrow."
Then she turned, left the cave, swaying her body in a way I lost her in the moonlight, leaving me standing there with just the sounds that echoed along with her words - and the heartache of what's left.
I glanced around to ensure her footsteps had left, then took a single silent step out into the night with my bare feet resting on earth still cold from the day.
The night still held onto the wet smell of earth. I opened up the World Map function and proceeded to move toward Agatha's red dot while avoiding the Guards among the Kronos Tribe.
After almost fifteen minutes of running, I hid away and crouched low behind trees and mud walls, staying in shadow, hiding my footsteps and breath.
Here was a spot.
A place enlightened by the silver light of the moon. Ravina and Sabina sat with their tribe. Their horses were making soft steps and their eyes lit in the dark. No fire. No noise. Only waiting for tension.
They became ready for a fight as I got close, their hands moving slowly to where their spears were - until my voice went through the quietness.
"It's me."
Sabina let out a breath, and her voice, a murmur, spoke as she relaxed her shoulders. "King..." She lowered her head, and her dark eyes looked at mine. "You're finally here..."
I consented and walked into the clearing area. I glanced at the group of women–warriors, lovers, subjects – all of them were watching me with desire and devotion.
First, I did Sabina and Ravina's marking on the world map; their dots were no longer nameless and were illuminated with their names. A minimal but necessary action of control—knowing where my people are all the time.
I saw Agatha enter the glade, limping, uneven steps, blushing and shamed, and... something else. My gaze moved instinctively down to her crotch, all red and swollen, bulging and shiny, and a knot in my stomach tightened.
"What happened???" I said, worried with a hint of sharpness, hand already reaching to help her before she could say anything.
Agatha shrank back, her face on fire, whispering a quiet groan, "King... it's nothing..." She shifted her legs, her thighs together, heaving a stifled sob, "Aaaah..." Earning 10000 points for her pussy.
I wasn't waiting. With my fingers, I felt the swollen flesh of her pussy, her heat intense, telling of a rough encounter. Without even considering, I called Eternal Vitality to aid her, the golden gleam surrounding my hand as I pressed it against her, the soothing power entering her aching body.
She took in air sharply, her frame jolting as the agony disappeared, her crotch getting less hot, and the swelling receded visibly. Her eyes widened, incredulous, her voice just a whisper, "K-King...! "
" I am sorry, Agatha..." My voice was gentle, true, my thumb gliding over the skin, which was now calm, "You should have been—"
Interrupted by a "No!'' She stopped me, her finger against her lips, her eyes wide with determination. "Don't..." Her tone was resolute, imploring.
"It is my blessing..." Her fingers shaking, her eyes staring at mine. "To be the one to have the King's cock in that way..."
I gave her a dirty look, my hand went down, my glance hopping over the other women—Ravina, Sabina, the rest of the tribe. Their eyes were deep with jealousy; they wanted what Agatha went through. They wanted to be the ones with swollen pussies.