With a softer voice, I looked at Agatha and said, "Just call me Dexter..." I rubbed my neck with a sigh. "As before."
Agatha smiled gently and nodded. "Dexter..."
I glanced at Ravina and Sabina. They were at once fixated on me and Agatha, uncertain as to where they fit in. This was especially clear in Ravina, as she was torn between referring to me as Dexter and King, and she was jealous of Agatha getting to call me Dexter.
"Aunt..." My voice was soft yet assertive, my eyes running over both of them. "Please... don't call me King."
I stepped closer, my hand resting on Ravina's shoulder, then Sabina's.
"I am the king for them..." With a sweep of my arm, I indicated the rest of the tribe, their eyes fixed on us. "But for you..." I said softly, "I am Dexter."
Ravina and Sabina glanced at each other, then nodded, their smiles brightening.
"Alright, Dexter..." Ravina's tone was sunny and thankful, but her looking ahead, furrowing her brow, and asking "But how are we gonna climb that cliff...?"
I looked where she was looking; my mind started to race. It was her right - the cliff was very steep, almost vertical, and the top was covered with fog. Using the ropes would take too long. The climbing would tire them out, especially after they've been walking all night.
"Let's first move closer to the cliff..." I said, pondering about what I could transform my Magical tool into that could help us climb that cliff. "Then I will take care of everything."
They nodded and began their walk, the trust visible on their faces. They were leading their horses instead of riding, which was safer in the dark. The tribe followed silently.
We were at the foot of the cliff, and the rock was cold and harsh against my palm. Without risk, it was too far to climb from the top. They waited, watching me, holding their breath.
I retrieved the earpiece from Ravina and withdrew my own, transforming it back into its original form—a sleek, ring. Rolling the Magical Tool between my fingers, I pondered its singular limitation: it could only take one form at a time. No exceptions, no multiple transformations—just one shape, one purpose.
What the hell do I turn it into?
Ropes? Too slow. Ladders? Too unstable.
Then it dawned on me.
A lift.
I did nothing but visualize it - the platform, the ropes, pulleys - the whole thing was strong enough to hold everyone and was stable enough to get us to the top of the cliff in one go.
The ring lit up.
And then—
It changed.
Right before my very eyes, the little ring grew, unfolding a big, wooden elevator, with heavy ropes, pulley wheels, and a solid platform - large enough for all of us, even the horses.
"Fuck... " I said in awe, looking at it. This magical tool was ridiculous; if it were to make this... then what else could it be? Homes? Buildings? Complete fucking castles?
The women were startled, and they gasped. Sabina came forward, and her fingertips brushed the wood as she spoke, still not believing. "This is..."
"Amazing?" I smiled, going onto the platform, and adding, "Get on."
They did not wait for a moment. One after another, they entered, their horses making no sound but obedient, the elevator barely groaning under the load. I pulled the lever; with a smooth, steady turn, we started to lift.
From the summit, the sight was stunning. The entire Kronos tribe could be seen lying beneath us, the fires were tiny lights in the dark, and the forest stretched beyond the cliff, leaving just a sea of shadows. The women stepped out of the lift, their eyes wide open, amazed—not only at the height but also at the ease.
I took back the magical tool, changing it into a ring, and sent it back to the system storage.
But I saw that...
They were wiped out. Their stomachs were rumbling, and their faces were pale because of hunger. Walking all night, waiting for me, enduring the climb—even if it was with the elevator, it was all taking a toll on them.
I opened the interface of the supermarket store and scrolled through the options. Food. Water. Now.
200 points for rations enough to feed them all—dried meat, fruits, and bread. 100 points for water bottles, cool and fresh.
"Food's here," I said, dropping the bags on the ground. The women yanked out of the bags like starving wolves. The crinkle of paper, the tear of the bread, and the juicy crunch of fruit were sounds that they had never heard before. Their eyes got big, and as they dug into the soft bread, sweet fruit. Their tongues were tasting flavors that they never knew existed.
"By the gods..." One said quietly, her fingers were trembling as she held a slice of apple, and her eyes were watering. "This is... this is magic..."
"Dexter is our kind god..." Another said quietly, pointing at me with her head, and her voice was heavy with thankfulness. "Willing to accept us... to feed us..."
I was leaning on a tree with my arms folded and a small, satisfied smile on my lips while watching them. They ate as if they had not eaten before, their hands were greedy, and their eyes were sparkling with amazement.
Ravina, still chewing and her cheeks stuffed with bread, looked at me with bright eyes full of gratitude. "Dexter..." She took it down, her voice soft and warm. "You always take care of us."
I became unsteady and went closer, my voice low and deep. "Because you are all mine," I said, looking over them—my tribe, my women, my responsibility. The words hung in the air, heavy with possession, with promise.
The night advanced, and I was picturing a castle with the magical tool - towers, walls, a fortress where we could stay secluded from the world. Then I stopped.
Because people from the future inside that fortress might notice it.
If they noticed a castle coming out of nowhere, they would ask questions. They would investigate. And if they happened to find us.... I can guarantee my safety, but what about these women?
I clenched my fist.
No. Not yet.
"Rest," I said, my voice cutting through the night air. "We will build huts tomorrow."
The women nodded in agreement, too tired to argue with me. Each of the women rolled over onto the dirt one by one until their bodies sank into the earth, their breath becoming slower until sleep took over.
Ravina, Sabina, Helen, Agatha–all of them, even the strongest and most powerful they were, became exhausted and went to sleep one by one, and soon their snoring filled the air.
I have to say, they must be really tired.
The pain in my cock was tormenting and would not stop; it was a pulsation each time my heart throbbed, the heat of it burning against my thigh.
Looking at the comatose females near me-Puffing of Ravina's chest with every intake of air, Sabina showing just enough of her inner thighs to arouse me, and Helen, mumbling to herself in her sleep, with her mouth slightly opened. Their smell-musky, sweet, and delicate, was invading the room and torturing me.
I could sneak out. Go meet Ruth and Ada. I could bury my cock in my mother and daughter until my cock was spent, until the pressure in my balls eased. The thought made my cock jerk, pre-cum beading at the tip.
But then—
The silvery nightlight partially covering Sabina's pretty face, giving her features a warm and soft look, and a very intimate. Tender. And Ravina, with her arm resting on her chest, her breath regular, calm.
What if something happens to them while I'm gone?
I was holding the dilemma in my stomach. The conflict between lust and duty. The fight between wanting and protecting.
Once I imagined protecting them, I looked at the world map to check if there were people nearby us.
This was the time I opened the map, turning on the holographic projection. My 3D figure was shown right in the middle, with the red dots representing my tribe-quiet, sleeping-around me. But as I went farther away from the place-
Two red dots.
Deep in the forest above the cliff. Directly behind me.
One of them twitched.
Moved away from the other red dots, and it was moving.
My body tensed, every instinct sharpening. I turned, my eyes narrowing into the darkness. Nothing but shadows, the rustle of leaves, the distant cry of a night bird.
I became vigilant.
I took out the Magical tool, and wore it as a ring, and stepped into the forest, my footsteps silent, my body coiled like a stalking beast.
The forest was a living thing, breathing around me. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth and rotting foliage, the ground soft beneath my feet. No moonlight here—just blackness, broken only by the faint pulse of my tool.
I was about to use Magical Tool to transform it into a night vision sunglasses—
But then I suddenly noticed...
A light.
Not fire.
But torch.
Modern. Bright. Unnatural.
The red dot on the map pulsed— in the same direction as that light, and it has stopped moving. Now the distance between those 2 red dots were about 50 meters.
My heart was pounding so hard in my throat that I could feel it.
My skin rubbed against the rough bark of a tree, the smell of wet earth and something floral—her—trickling into my nose. I was stunned as I looked through the openings in the leaves, my breath got caught in my throat.
A woman. Mother of god. She was kneeling on the ground of the forest, her figure covered with something hilariously rich—a silk nightie, of such a smoothness that it hugged every contour of her body, so thin that I could almost see the shade of her skin underneath it.
The light from her torch was weak and it was moving with the shadows that followed her thighs when these mingled with the night air as she took them apart just a little bit.
Out of the blue, I was treated to a sound that made me want to rip her clothes off and throw her on the ground.
A hiss, slow and careful and like steam escaping from a valve but wet and denser. Sssshhhhh.
The sound came from her pussy as she leaned her head back and used her free hand to support herself on the ground next to the open water bottle that was definitely not on purpose but to drink from, at least not yet.
Again the sound was repeated, longer this time, ssssssshhhhhh, her piss hitting the dirt with the stream catching the torch light just for a moment before becoming one with the shadows.
My cock throbbed painfully hard now in my skirt, straining against it and I tried to bite down on my lower lip as hard as I could to keep from making any noise.
From what the hell earth did she stumble out? My brain was thinking too fast but my body was not interested in any of it. All I was able to fantasize was how the nightie cling to her thighs, how her little back curve as she let go, and how her fingers quiver when she unscrews the cap of the water bottle.
She was not from this time. No way. That fabric, the way she moved—she had to be from the fortress.
She poured water over her pussy to clean it, and yet it seemed as if the liquid was being extracted from her body and that it was catching the light of the torch in tiny drops.
I couldn't see her face, couldn't see her pussy—only the shadow of her ass, the dip of her waist, the way her nightie seemed to be falling off her.
Now, I can imagine it. What she would look like as if she was completely spread, wet and shining, and what her taste would be in case I suddenly squat down and put my face there. My cock was throbbing and it was so hard that I wanted to cum but only a drop of precome went out of my skirt.
After washing her pussy, she stood up, moving abruptly, her actions fluid and full of self-assurance. The torchlight was flickering over her body as she stooped down to pick it up, the nightie going up with her giving me the most modest view of the curve of her ass.
I followed her, my breath heavy, my fingers tearing into my skirt as I put my palm, soaked with the pain of the bulge of my crotch, against it, desperately wanting a little relief.
The pressure was terrible, my pulse racing in my throat as I saw her moving through the night. Looking at the world map, the second red dot glowing like a beacon—her destination. The place she'd come from. The place she was returning to.
I created a comfortable distance, not making a sound in my movements and all together vibrating with excitement. It felt as though the forest was holding its breath around me, thick with the scents of wet earth and something sweeter than that - her.
Before I knew it, in just two minutes or so, she had halted before a huge tree that took my breath away.
Holy shit. It was a tree house. Not a tree house - this was something real and yet not, a fantasy. It was beautiful, rising high among the branches, and only visible because the battery-operated lanterns around it glowed like fireflies in a jar.
The ambience of the lights parted through the leaves in jazzy patterns on the forest floor below, and I could see that the sun panels embedded within the tree branches were unaffectedly keeping her little world powered.