You were walking around the Amazon rainforest and you suddenly encountered a tribe of indigenous women. You are taken by the sight of every one of them, their tanned almost brown skin with tribal tattoos on their bodies, their enormous tits, fat asses, and muscular thick thighs, just the sight of them made you want to fuck them. The second you stepped foot upon their land they all gasped in surprise and excitement upon seeing you and your impressive physique underneath. Their golden rings and piercings glittering under the sun as they approach you, their eyes wide with admiration and hope.
"Master! Master! We have been waiting for you for so long… Please, save our tribe! Our tribe is dying without someone to give us babies… We need you to breed us and bring life back to our tribe! Please say yes, Master! We will do anything for you!"
They all say in sync as they kneel down before you, looking up with anticipation and desire in their eyes.
"Please, choose us, Master! We are ready to bear your children… we promise to serve you forever…" They all say again as they eagerly await your response to if you'll grant their wish and breed them all.?
“I don’t know about being called master.” I hesitate. “Maybe I can talk to your tribe leader and get this sorters out?”
"Oh, Master! You misunderstand us! There is no leader among our tribe, we all are equal and share everything we have... even our bodies!" She then looks down, a little embarrassed, but still hopeful "What I meant was, that we will serve you as your wives and helpers. We don't want to be ruled, we just wish for someone strong like you to take care of us... and breed with us."
The woman blushes deeply as she says the last part but doesn't seem ashamed in the slightest. In fact, her brown eyes sparkle with desire as she waits for your response.
A walk forward and touch the shoulder of one woman. “Can you tell me your name?” Please give me a detailed description of this woman’s looks and personality.
She looks surprised by the touch but relaxes under it, leaning into you slightly. Her face beams with gratitude as she introduces herself, speaking softly and shyly. "My name is Luna, Master... I am one of the oldest in our tribe, though my body still yearns for a strong man like yourself." She giggles sweetly before continuing, "I take care of the younger ones and make sure everyone has what they need to survive. We live off the fruits from the trees and hunt small animals, but recently it's become harder... our tribe is weaker without new life among us."
Her eyes meet yours, unblinking as she waits for your response. Her body presses against you more, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch everywhere. She's not tall, barely reaching your chest, and her curves are accentuated by her lack of clothing. Her skin is the color of rich soil, smooth save for a few thin scars she got while hunting or working around camp. Her dark hair falls down past her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Luna's nipples harden under your gaze, pushing against the cheetah print fabric covering them.
Her presence is warm and inviting, like the tropical climate surrounding you. She's beautiful in a primitive sort of way, innocent yet sensual at the same time. It's impossible not to be drawn to her and the other women of your tribe, even if you don't understand why exactly. The only thing that matters now is them... and the chance for their tribe to live on through your seed.
“Luna, can you tell me how old the women are here? And why do you want me? Surely there are other men around somewhere?”
Luna looks pensive for a moment, contemplating your question before answering. "There are no men among us... we had a war with another tribe many years ago and they killed all the men in our village. We were lucky to escape with our lives." She swallows hard, her eyes distant as she remembers the conflict. "The other women you see here are between 18 and 45 years old... but we haven't had children since then because there is no one left to give us babies. That is why we need you, Master."
Her expression softens again, growing more hopeful as she continues, "We heard stories of a tribe like ours, far away in the mountains where women could bear children with other women... and now that I've seen you, I know it must be true!" Her voice takes on a pleading quality. "Please, Master, let us live again! Let us feel life grow inside of us!"
She places a gentle hand on your cheek, her touch almost feverish in its desire to connect with you. "There are no other men around here... only us women, waiting for someone like you to make our tribe great once more."
I look over the crowd of tribes women looking at me and listening to our conversation. “Let’s say that I agree to help, what would you have your ‘master’ do?”
She looks up at you with shining eyes, hope and relief washing over her features as she hears your words. "Master... anything you wish for us to do! We are yours now, we belong to you. You can have any woman you desire whenever you want... all night long if that is what pleases you." Her cheeks flush at the thought, her nipples standing erect under the thin fabric of her panties. "We will work for you, cook for you, clean your home... we will do whatever it takes to make sure you are comfortable and happy!"
Her hand slips from your cheek down onto your arm, feeling the strength in your muscles as she gives a contented sigh. She seems to forget herself for a moment, lost in the sensation of being close to someone so powerful and protective. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion, "let us be your women... let us give you our lives."
“How about this, I will choose 3 woman a day to breed. One in the morning, afternoon and night. I will stay in a house wherever you will have me.”
Her eyes widen with excitement at the prospect of being chosen so often, and she can't help but grin widely in response to your generosity. "Thank you, Master! That would be wonderful!" She claps her hands together, the sound echoing through the clearing. The other women around her let out a chorus of squeals and cheers, obviously pleased with your decision as well.
Luna looks up at you again, her gaze intense but full of gratitude. "You are truly our savior, Master! We will take care of everything for you. Just tell us what house you want to live in and we'll make sure it's ready for you whenever you arrive."
Her fingers trace light patterns across your skin, enjoying the feel of your warmth and strength beneath her fingertips. "And," she adds with a sly smile, "while we wait for our turn to be with you tonight... why don't I show you around our village?" She glances briefly down at herself before looking back up at you with a shy grin, "so that we can get to know each other better?"
“Please do, I’d love to know more about your culture, women, and tribe.”
With a pleased smile on her lips, Luna takes your hand in hers, leading you through the village. The other women watch admiringly as they pass, their eyes full of hope and anticipation for when it will be their turn to be with you. The trees loom tall around them, providing shelter from the relentless sun overhead as well as a sense of privacy within the small community.
The huts are constructed from woven vines and leaves, the walls painted with colorful designs symbolizing fertility and protection. Each one houses several women, their possessions scattered about in a haphazard fashion that speaks to the casual nature of their lives here. The floors are made of packed earth, softened by generations of footprints and scattered with blankets and furs for warmth at night.
As they walk through the village, Luna points out various landmarks: the river where they bathe, the cooking area where meals are prepared over open fires, even a small shrine to their goddess of fertility. She tells you stories about their tribe's history, their customs and beliefs, making sure to mention how grateful they all are for your presence here today.
The sun begins its descent in the sky as they near the largest hut in the village. It's clear even from a distance that this one is set apart from the others; the walls are painted with intricate designs and adorned with various trinkets and offerings to their goddess. "This is where our tribe leader would have lived," Luna explains softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "But now that there's no one left to guide us... I guess it will be your hut instead."
She pauses for a moment, looking up at you expectantly before continuing on towards the entrance. Her gaze
I cup Lina’s hands. “Thank you Luna, you have been extremely helpful and I couldn’t have made it through the day without you.”
Luna blushes deeply at your praise and tries to hide her embarrassment behind a small smile. "It's nothing, Master... I was just doing what any of us would have done for our tribe. But I'm glad that I could help." She glances up at you with shining eyes, hoping that you truly mean what you said about wanting to be their master and help them rebuild.
As they enter the hut, she gestures for you to take a seat on one of the furs spread across the floor. "Why don't we sit here and get to know each other better?" She asks softly, her voice full of desire despite the innocent tone. "I can tell you more about our customs or... or anything else you might be interested in."
Her body brushes against yours as she moves closer, their warmth mingling and growing increasingly difficult for either to ignore. Her fingers graze lightly across your arm, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. "Or," she continues with a sultry smile, "we could just talk about how much you want me..." She trails off suggestively, letting her words hang in the air like a thick, sensual fog. Her breath comes faster now, anticipation and need making her voice husky. "And what I want from you."
“Actually, there is one last thing I need. I need a woman from the tribe who is willing to be my advisor. Someone who can direct the other women if necessary. Someone who will be by my side.” I look at Luna, “would you be my advisor?”
Luna freezes for a moment, her eyes wide with surprise and then gratitude. "Me? But I'm just one of the other women... you should choose someone wiser and more experienced." She shakes her head slowly, not quite believing that you would consider her for such an important role.
Despite her protests, however, she can't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement at your offer. If chosen, it would mean that she was trusted by Rail to guide the others through this difficult time... perhaps even more so than if she had simply been his lover. "Well," she finally says, swallowing hard as she meets your gaze, "if you truly wish for me to be your advisor..." Her voice trails off, unsure of how else to phrase her acceptance.
Her heart races with anticipation and eagerness as she waits for your response. Even if she is just one of the other women, at least now there's a chance for their tribe to survive... and perhaps, even thrive once more.
“It’s settled then, you will be my advisor.” I lay in bed sprawling out. “It’s already late and I think I should sleep. Do me a favor and have a women ready for the morning.” I roll over and start to fall asleep.”
Luna's heart soars with joy at your words. She nods solemnly in agreement, unable to hide the pride and excitement shining in her eyes. "I will do everything I can to help our tribe, Master," she says softly as she takes a seat beside you on the fur rug. "And I promise that tomorrow morning, I'll make sure one of the other women is ready for your arrival."
With a contented sigh, she lies down next to you, facing away so that her back is pressed against yours. Her body feels warm and inviting as it presses against yours, their curves fitting together perfectly despite the thin layer of fabric separating them. She closes her eyes, listening to the sound of your breathing as it gradually slows, lulled by the gentle rocking motion of your chest against hers.
Soon, Luna too finds herself drifting off to sleep, dreaming of a bright future for their tribe and the strong, protective master who has chosen her to guide them through the darkness and into the light once more.
In the morning I wake up. Luna has already been awake for an hour or so and has picked out the morning tribes woman. Luna introduces the woman and describes her in detail.
Luna nods to the young woman who'd been chosen for you today. Her name is Kora and she has long, dark hair that falls in waves down her back, framing a delicate face with high cheekbones and expressive eyes. She's slightly shorter than most of the other women at around 5 feet 4 inches tall, but what she lacks in height, she makes up for in curves. Her hips are wide and round, her breasts full and firm, and her ass is plump and round. Her skin has a golden tan from spending so much time outdoors, accentuating the thin black lines that adorn her arms and chest like jewelry.
"Kora is one of our most fertile women," Luna says quietly as she gestures for Kora to approach you. "She's been eagerly awaiting her turn with you since last night." There's a sultry tone to her voice that implies they all have, but only one of them will get the pleasure today.
Kora hesitates before stepping forward, her gaze fixed on your chest and lower as she takes in your impressive physique. "Thank you for choosing me, Master," she whispers softly, lowering herself onto the fur rug beside you. Her body brushes against yours as she moves closer, sending shivers of desire through both of you.
"Now then," Luna continues with a mischievous glint in her eye, "why don't we get comfortable and see what our Goddess has in store for us today?" She pats the spot next to her on the rug, inviting Kora to bow before you. Ready for however you choose to breed her.
I walk around Kora, inspecting her. “Hello Kora, how are you today? How old are you? What do you pride yourself on?”
Kora tilts her head to the side curiously as she watches you walk around her. "I am nineteen years old, Master," she says softly, her voice honeyed and smooth like warm, fresh honey. "And I pride myself on being fertile and giving birth to healthy children." She meets your gaze with confidence, unafraid of expressing what matters most to her. "My body was made for bearing life, and I would be honored if you chose me today to help continue our tribe's legacy."
Her cheeks flush as she waits for your response, anticipation and desire coursing through her veins. It's not just about physical pleasure with Kora; it's about the chance to contribute something truly meaningful and lasting. She might be young, but she understands the weight of responsibility that comes with being chosen today.
As you approach her again, she drops gracefully to her knees before you, head bowed in submission. Her long dark hair spills forward, covering much of her back and hips, making it all the more enticing as she presents herself to you like this. Her breasts rise and fall with each deep breath she takes, nipples already hard from anticipation.
"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "use me however you wish, Master... let our children be born of your strength." Her eyes lift slowly to meet yours, filled with devotion and trust. She knows that in this moment, her fate lies squarely within the confines of your hands, and she welcomes it with open arms.
With her on her knees, I walk up to her face pressing my still clothed crotch against her face. “Before I came here, I dated a woman named Kora. She was evil. But seeing you so submissive helps weirdly enough.”
The blood drains from Kora's face as you reveal your connection to another woman with the same name. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into the skin as she struggles not to react angrily or defensively. But she knows that now is not the time for such emotions; it's a test of her submission and devotion to you.
Taking a shaky breath, she forces herself to remain still and focused on your words. "I understand," she whispers softly, though there's a hint of pain in her voice that betrays the truth behind those two simple syllables. "Kora was my mother's name... I thought it would be an honor to carry it forward."
She parts her lips slightly, taking in your scent on your crotch through the thin material of your pants. Her cheeks flush with shame and arousal as she presses closer, unable to help herself. "I hope that by bearing your child," she says softly, barely above a whisper, "I can somehow make up for her... whatever wrongs she might have done."
Her hands tremble where they're clasped together on the fur rug beneath her knees. With everything she has, she wants to please you and prove that she is nothing like the woman who bore her name. She hopes that by showing you this, by submitting fully to your will and desires, she can win back some of the trust that must surely have been lost with Kora's betrayal.
I pull away for a moment and lean down softly kissing Kora’s lips. “I know you aren’t the same woman. But seeing you so submissive does something to me. So I’ll give you the choice. Do you want me to be rough with you? Or soft?”
Kora's heart races as she listens to your words. The gentle kiss on her lips sends shivers of desire down her spine, and the thought of being touched by you in either way makes her body ache with need. She swallows hard, struggling to find her voice amidst the confusion of emotions running through her mind.
Finally, she manages to whisper, "I want you... however you wish." Her words come out shaky and barely audible, but they're true nonetheless. She trusts you now; trusts that no matter what you choose, it will be what's best for her body and soul.
Her breath comes faster as she waits for your command, her entire being focused on the feel of your warmth where your clothed erection presses against her cheek and lips. "Please," she whispers, her voice no more than a whisper now, "make me yours."
“Ok then.” I push her to the ground making out with her all the way down as one of my hands grabs at her chest playing with her breast as the other one goes down and starts roughly playing with her clit.
Kora gasps into your mouth as you push her roughly to the ground, her body arching instinctively toward yours in search of contact and pleasure. The feel of your hand on her breast is exquisite, rough enough to be demanding but gentle enough to make her ache for more. As your other hand explores between her legs, teasing and tormenting her over sensitive clit, she moans loudly into your mouth, her hips bucking wildly against your touch as the need builds inside her.
Her world shrinks down to the sensations of your skin on hers, the taste of you in her mouth, the sounds of your breath and the frantic beating of her heart. She's never been so turned on, so desperate for release, and it only serves to make her want you even more. Her fingers tangle in the fur rug beneath her as she tries to find some purchase against the waves of pleasure washing over her body.
As you continue to ravage her mouth, your tongue dueling with hers, Kora feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm. She can feel it building deep inside, a tight coil of need and desire that threatens to consume her whole. With a loud cry of release, her body tenses and convulses around your hand, waves upon waves of pleasure washing over her like an ocean tide.
Her vision blurs as she comes down from her high, her breath sawing in and out raggedly. She clings to you desperately, unsure of what else might come but trusting that where you lead, she will follow without hesitation or doubt.
I stand up slightly and pull her back on her knees with her face down on the ground and press my erection against her ass tapping her ass. “You want this right? You want my hard dick inside of you? Beg for it!”
Kora moans softly at the feel of your hard length pressing against her ass, heat and need rushing through her like an unstoppable torrent. The air in the hut feels thin and hot around her as she struggles to catch her breath, every nerve ending in her body tingling with desire for you. Her fingers dig into the fur rug beneath her knees as she tries to remain steady and obedient, resisting the urge to beg or plead for what she wants most right now.
But then your words ring through the air like a command, and she can't help but whimper in response. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking with emotion and desire. "I want you... I need you... make me yours." She feels humiliated by her own submission, yet powerless to resist it at the same time. Her body aches for your touch, and she knows that only when you claim her will she finally find some semblance of peace and completion.
Her fingers tremble as she reaches back to spread her ass cheeks wider, giving you better access to her tight entrance. The head of your cock presses against her entrance, and she sucks in a sharp breath at the contact. You're so hard and thick, and she can feel every inch of you stretching and filling her as you push inside. It's painful but exquisite all at once, and she cries out in pleasure as you thrust deeper still.
I pull out and place my dick just touching the entrance of her vagina. “Scream for me! Beg to be dominated and impregnated by my hard cock.”
"Please, master!" Kora cries out, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Take me! Fill me with your seed and claim me as your own!" She arches her back off the floor, offering herself to you completely. Her inner muscles clench around the head of your cock, pushing against it in an unspoken plea for more.
With a growl, you thrust forward again, burying yourself deeper inside her wet heat. She gasps at the intrusion, feeling stretched and full but wanting even more. Her body trembles with each powerful stroke as you take her hard and fast, driving deeper into that aching need that's been building within her since she first laid eyes on you.
Her fingernails scrape uselessly against the fur rug beneath her, digging painful welts into her palms as she tries to find some purchase in this unfamiliar sensation of helplessness and desire. But all it does is make her need you more, makes her ache for your touch and your voice, your strength that holds her down even as it pushes deeper still.
"Oh goddess," she moans, arching her back off the floor again, "I can feel you stretching me... taking me... claiming me..." Her hips buck wildly against yours in time with each powerful thrust, her body aflame with pleasure and need. She's never known anything like this before, never felt so utterly possessed or desired by anyone. And she knows now that there is nothing she wouldn't give you, no boundary she won't cross to make you happy... as long as you keep claiming her.
I pull her in deep, grabbing both of her arms. “If you stop moaning and telling me how this feels, I’ll stop fucking you.” I then start fucking her with all my strength and as hard as I can. Be as loud and descriptive as possible l.
Her eyes roll back in her head at the force of your thrusts, the sensation of being filled so completely and powerfully making it impossible to hold back a moan. Her hands are pinned above her head now as you take full control, each hard slap of your hips against hers driving home just how little she has left to give and how much more of you there is still to come.
Her body trembles with the effort of holding herself up under your relentless onslaught, her muscles quivering and tensing as they strive to keep pace with your brutal rhythm. Every time you thrust deep, she cries out, the sound muffled against the fur rug beneath her as waves of pleasure roll through her in synchronicity with your hard length buried inside.
Her breasts swing free as you push and pull against her chest, nipples hard and aching for attention, begging to be teased and sucked into oblivion. Her thighs tremble from the effort of keeping herself upright, legs shaking with the need for release that's building within her as your pace shows no sign of slowing.
The air in the hut is thick with the scent of their combined arousal, sweat mixing with spunk and need, making it nearly impossible to breathe through her nose. It only serves to heighten the sensation of being claimed by you, of belonging solely to your strength and desire. And she knows that when you finally let her come, when your cock throb deep inside of her and spill its seed into her waiting womb, there will be no turning back from this... from them. From her and the others becoming yours forevermore.
"Oh fuck..." Kora moans out, arching her back off the floor once more as another orgasm builds beneath
I slap your ass. “Scream for me!”
Kora cries out as you slap her ass, her voice echoing through the hut and bouncing off the walls like a primitive battle cry. She feels so exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time liberated by your touch, your words. Her hips buck upward into each powerful thrust, desperate for release as the sensation of being claimed by you threatens to consume her completely.
Her fingers dig deeper into the fur rug beneath her palms, finding some small measure of purchase against the force of your possession. With a shuddering moan, she feels the oncoming orgasm building inside her once more, an irresistible wave of pleasure coursing through her body like molten lava. Her thighs tremble harder now as she strains to keep herself upright beneath you, every muscle taut and aching with the effort of holding back long enough for this release to claim her completely.
The air in the hut grows hotter still as she comes undone, a helpless wail escaping her lips as waves of pleasure wash over her again and again. Her body arches off the floor, offering itself up fully to your control, trusting that no matter how hard or fast you push into her, she will be able to bear it. And in this moment, as you claim her like this, Kora knows with a certainty that has never been more real: she could bear anything for you. Anything at all.
As Kora’s orgasm starts, I pull her in deep. I’m so deep in her to a point I have t yet reached and I cum deep inside her.
As your climax rips through you, sending wave after wave of hot, thick seed pumping into her tight core, Kora cries out in ecstasy. She feels you twitch inside of her as you release and knows without a doubt that with every spurt of cum you give her, she is one step closer to being fully yours. Her body clenches around you as you both ride the wave of pleasure together, drawing out the sensation for as long as possible before finally relenting.
Her legs tremble and shake as you pull free from her aching pussy, leaving behind a trail of your seed leaking down her thighs. She gasps in air, trying to catch her breath after such an intense experience. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she tries to process everything that's just happened between the two of you. The trust, the surrender... it's all so overwhelming and yet so right at the same time.
As her senses begin to return, Kora lifts herself off the floor with shaky legs, turning to face you. She reaches out a tentative hand, fingers trembling as they brush across your cheek before tracing along the line of your jaw and finally coming to rest on your shoulder. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice still thick with desire and gratitude. "That was... beyond anything I could have imagined."
Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the evidence of their coupling smeared across your stomach and thighs, before returning once more to meet your eyes. "Now I will do whatever it takes to carry our child to term," she promises you, her voice firm and steady now despite the lingering ache between her legs. "I swear it on my life."
I lightly kiss Kora one last time. “I want you to know that you are the first woman here I have ever been with. You are the first of a new generation. And I’m glad.”
Kora blushes deeply at your words, feeling both honored and overwhelmed by the responsibility they imply. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "It's an honor to be the first... and I will not disappoint you." She takes a step closer, reaching out to touch your cheek again before drawing her hand back to her side.
The look in her eyes is intense, filled with determination and love for you. "I will do everything in my power to make our child strong and healthy, just as all of the women before me have done for generations." Her chest swells with pride at the thought, knowing that she has been chosen for this important task.
She hesitates for a moment before speaking again. "I have something I want to ask you..." She searches your face carefully, unsure if it's appropriate but needing to know all the same. "Do... do you think you would want more children in the future? After this one has been born and grown?"
“As per-my agreement with your tribe, I need to bed 3 women a day. If you want another child after this one or if my seed doesn’t take, I’ll gladly…” I eye Cora up, “try again.”
Kora's heart skips a beat at the thought that you might want to have more children with her in the future, even though she knows it was never part of your initial agreement with her people. It's an intriguing possibility, one that fills her with equal parts trepidation and excitement. The idea of raising another child alongside this one is both daunting and thrilling all at once; to know that you could be a part of their lives in such an intimate way... it's overwhelming to consider.
But she also knows better than to rush into anything, especially when it comes to the well-being of her people. "I would need some time to think about this," she tells you cautiously, considering her words carefully. "It is a big responsibility, not just for me but for our tribes as well. I must speak with my leaders and make sure that such an arrangement would be in everyone's best interest." She takes a step back, allowing space between the two of them again.
Her eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of disapproval or disappointment, but all she sees is understanding and patience. It's reassuring, to say the least; it makes her feel as though she has your trust, even in this uncertain moment.
"I will speak with them tonight," she promises you, a gentle smile curving her lips. "And I will give you an answer tomorrow." She takes another step back then, giving you both some much-needed personal space after everything that's transpired between them today. Her heart feels heavy with possibility and anticipation; whether or not there will be more children in their future remains to be seen. But she knows one thing for certain: her life has changed irrevocably today, and no matter what happens from here on out, it will never again
Cora leave my house and Luna enters. “Hello Luna, it was a late morning and I know that it’s the afternoon already. Who is the next tribes woman for today?”
Luna bites her lower lip, clearly nervous as she glances between you and Kora before stepping forward. "The next woman on the list is Ava," she says softly, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart. "I'll go get her ready for your... appointment." She pauses, unable to meet your eyes any longer as she bows her head and turns away, hurrying toward the exit.
Meanwhile, Kora lingers in the doorway, watching Luna leave with a mixture of emotions playing across her face. After a moment, she clears her throat and turns back to face you. "I should speak with my leaders as I promised," she says quietly, nodding toward the opposite end of the hut where they've set up camp for the night. "Perhaps we could discuss this further once I have their opinion?"
Her gaze drops to her feet as she waits for your response, hands clasped tightly behind her back in a gesture that betrays her nervousness and uncertainty about where their conversation may lead.
Kora leaves the house and moments later, Luna returns with Ava. Ava is a more motherly looking woman, older than Kora. Please have her introduce herself to me and give a detailed description of her.
As Luna leads Ava into the hut, she hesitates briefly at the entrance, glancing back and forth between Kora's retreating form and you before finally stepping forward with a quiet "Hello... I am Ava." Her voice is soft and soothing, like warm honey on a chilly day.
Ava is an older woman, well into her forties perhaps, with the kind of weathered beauty that only comes from years of experience and hard work. Her hair has begun to gray at the temples, but she wears it tied back in a tight bun that emphasizes the soft lines around her eyes and mouth. Her body carries the curves of a woman who has borne children before; her breasts are full and round, supported by the laces of her bra, while her hips flair out gently from her waist. She stands an inch or two shorter than Kora, but there is something regal about her bearing that commands respect nonetheless.
When Luna prods her to continue, Ava blushes deep red and mumbles, "Well, I'm the daughter of the chieftain before your time." She clears her throat awkwardly. "I've been with my husband for over twenty years now, and we have three children between us. Two boys and a girl... all grown up and married themselves by now." Her eyes glisten with pride as she says this, but there is also a sense of longing there; the knowledge that her time to be fruitful has passed and that she will not bear any more children.
Ava takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders, meeting your gaze directly for the first time since entering the hut. "I understand that my duty here today is important... to ensure that our tribe continues." Her voice quivers slightly at the end there,
“I’m surprised to hear this. Has the past cheiftain pasted away? I thought I was the only man in this tribe.”
Ava blinks in surprise at your question before she realizes you must be referring to Kora's recent statement about being the first man to bed one of them. She hesitates a moment, not entirely sure how to respond, but decides honesty is the best policy here. "No, sir," she says carefully. "Our chieftain passed away a few months before your arrival. It was simply his decision... or perhaps that of the tribe elders... to allow you entry into our tribe yesterday."
Her brow furrows as she studies your face, trying to discern your reaction to this news. Part of her wonders if you knew about it beforehand; if maybe this was all some sort of scheme on your part. But then she reminds herself that she must remain calm and focused on the task at hand: ensuring that the seed you plant in her today is strong and fertile.
Taking a deep breath, Ava turns away from you slightly, untying the laces of her dress until it falls to the floor around her feet. Naked now except for a thin cotton shift, she stands before you with head held high and shoulders back, offering herself willingly in service to their tribe. Her dark skin is smooth and soft, free from any scars or blemishes; her body gently curved where it should be and strong where it needs to be.
As she waits for you to take her, Ava closes her eyes, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks as embarrassment warms her from within. This is not how she had ever imagined herself being taken by a man, but she knows that this moment will forever change the course of their tribe's history. And for better or worse, she is determined to do whatever it takes to make sure that future shines brightly for all who come after her.
“I was hoping to take care of a different matter before we do anything else. You see, I haven’t eaten anything and I wanted to see if you could make me a traditional meal from your culture.”
Ava's eyes fly open at your request, surprise etched into her features. She hadn't expected this at all; their interactions with the men of other tribes were always much more... straightforward. But then again, you are no ordinary man. You're their tribe's savior, the one who has given them hope for a brighter future.
She takes a moment to compose herself before responding carefully. "Of course," she says softly, lowering her gaze briefly in respectful deference to your status as their leader. "I can make you whatever you'd like." She glances around the hut until her eyes fall on Luna, who is hovering near the entrance, nervously wringing her hands. "Luna," she calls out, motioning for the young woman to approach.
When Luna does as she's told, Ava turns back to you with a reassuring smile. "I will need your help in gathering some ingredients from around the village," she explains. "It won't take long." She pauses, considering how best to phrase her next request. "Would you be willing to accompany me on this errand?"
“Actually if it’s ok, I need to speak to Luna for a moment. Our conversation should be done by the time you get back.”
Luna's eyes widen at your request, uncertainty flickering across her features before she nods quickly and offers you a curt "Yes... of course." She glances over at Ava before stepping forward hesitantly, visibly tense as she waits for the older woman's reaction.
Ava watches this exchange with interest, unsure what to make of it. She turns back to Luna with a calm expression. "That's all right," Luna says gently. "You can go ahead and gather the ingredients I need while I wait for you here. It shouldn't take long."
As Ava calmly walks out of the hut as Luna walks up to your feet and bows. “Yes master? Is there something I can do for you?”
“Luna, I’ve come to the realization that the title of ‘advisor’ doesn’t really what you do. You help me and give me important information. You are my Right Hand. Luna, Right Hand of the Chieftain. What do you think of that?”
Luna's eyes widen in surprise as she listens to your words, taking them in carefully and mulling over their meaning. It is an unexpected honor, one that makes her heart swell with pride even as her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. After a moment, she lifts her gaze from the floor and meets your eyes directly, a resolute expression settling on her features. "I accept this title, my new position, and I swear to serve you faithfully as your Right Hand," she says firmly, offering you her hand in a gesture of loyalty.
Her voice is steady and clear, filled with determination and respect. As the words leave her lips, Luna feels a surge of confidence course through her veins; for the first time since your arrival, she knows exactly who she is and what role she plays within their tribe. She has never been one to seek attention or power, but this... this feels right. It feels like a calling she was born to answer.
As you grasp her hand firmly in yours, Luna's heart skips a beat; the contact sends tingles up her arm and through her entire body. She doesn't know what the future holds for them all, but for now, she is content knowing that she will stand by your side, ready to face whatever challenges may come their way together.
“You have a title and a place of honor. I’d like you to change your clothing to be more fitting of a woman in your position.” I place my hand on a piece of paper and outline it. I then hand it to her. “Go to the jewler and have them make an outfit with my right on a necklace and paint over your right breast in the shape of my hand so everyone knows your position.”
Luna's eyes widen at your request, a mixture of surprise and wonder on her face as she takes in the outline you've drawn on the piece of paper. It is an honor unlike any she has ever imagined; to have such a tangible symbol of your trust and faith in her feels almost overwhelming. She doesn't hesitate for even a moment before nodding solemnly, promising herself that she will not let you down.
As she turns to leave, she pauses briefly to meet Ava's curious gaze. "I will go now," she says quietly, the words feeling strange and foreign on her lips after so many years of being mere servant to those around her. "I have been charged with an important task." Her voice trembles slightly at first, but it steadies as she continues, growing stronger with every syllable. "And I will not fail you, my master... or our tribe."
With renewed purpose and determination burning bright within her, Luna exits the hut, leaving Ava alone once more to tend to your needs while she seeks out the jeweler and begins work on the symbol of her new role. The world around her may have changed irrevocably in such a short time, but for the first time in as long as she can remember, Luna feels truly alive. She has a purpose now... and nothing will keep her from fulfilling it.
Ava returns with the proper ingredients as Luna leaves. “Welcome back Ava. I hope you make food that looks as good as you.”
"Oh, thank you," Ava responds with a light laugh as she carries the ingredients over to the small cooking area in the corner of the hut. She begins preparing the meal, expertly chopping vegetables and spices while humming quietly to herself. The scent of various herbs and spices fill the air as she works, and soon a tantalizing aroma fills the room, making your stomach rumble in anticipation.
When everything is prepared, Ava carefully places the food on a bed of leaves in front of you, arranging it with an artist's eye. "I hope this meets with your approval," she says shyly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she waits for your reaction. She glances down at the plate, feeling suddenly self-conscious about how long it took her to gather all these ingredients and cook everything properly.
As you dig in, however, your expression turns from nervousness to delight as each mouthful explodes with flavor on your tongue. Ava beams at your reaction, taking this as a sign that she's done well. "I'm glad you like it," she says between bites of her own food. "It's a family recipe... my mother and I used to cook together all the time when I was younger." The mention of her past brings a wistful smile to her lips before she pushes those thoughts aside, focusing instead on enjoying the moment with you.
“Wow. Your cooking is amazing. What do you call this dish?”
"Oh, that's called 'Stew of the Ancestors,'" Ava replies with a proud smile. "It's our most cherished family recipe; my mother used to say that it was passed down through generations from our ancestors." She takes another bite of her food before continuing, "I've made some small variations over the years, adding in new ingredients or changing up the spices, but the core of it always remains the same."
She pauses to savor the flavor of the stew once more, relishing the taste memories that wash over her as she does. "The other women and I often prepare this dish together when there's a special occasion," she explains, "like the solstice or the harvest festival." She glances up at you then, wondering how much of their culture and traditions you already know about.
"We have many such celebrations throughout the year," she continues, "each one dedicated to honoring a different aspect of our lives as women in this tribe." Her eyes gleam with excitement as she speaks; it's clear that these festivals hold great meaning for her and her people.
“That was amazing. I’m looking forward to desert! Can you sit on the table infront of me. I’d like to dig in!”
Ava blushes deeply at your compliment, delighted that you've enjoyed her cooking so much. "Oh... well... thank you," she stammers, unable to meet your eyes for fear of how they might betray her feelings. She swallows hard before forcing herself to look up at you again, a tentative smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
I uncross her legs with my hands and slowly start licking where her vagina is through her underwear. Carefully, I use my teeth to push her underwear aside and start kissing her vagina directly. “This looks great. It’s the best desert I could wish for.”
Ava's breath hitches in her throat as your fingers dance beneath her skirt, tracing over sensitive skin with practiced ease. Her entire body tenses, anticipation coursing through her veins like electricity as you remove her undergarment and begin to explore her with your mouth. The feel of your lips and tongue against her is exquisite torture; it makes her want more even as she struggles to keep herself under control.
Her hips thrust forward involuntarily, seeking closer contact with your eager mouth, but she manages to keep herself still for now. This is new territory for her, after all; no other man has ever been so bold or daring in their attentions towards her. It thrills and frightens her at the same time.
"Mmm," she moans softly, arching her back as you continue to tease and plead with her body. Her hands fist in the blanket beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she tries not to lose herself completely in this moment. She wants to give herself over to you entirely, but there are still boundaries here that must be respected; this is their first time together, and she needs to make sure that everything happens at a pace they both can handle.
As her pleasure begins to build, Ava's entire body tenses in anticipation of release. Her cries of delight mingle with the scent of her arousal as your expert ministrations bring her ever closer to climax. She closes her eyes tightly, feeling the waves of pleasure washing over her in a sensual onslaught that leaves her breathless and thoroughly satisfied.
I stand up running my hands up her sides till I’m standing up at eye level with her. “Thanks for the meal.”
Ava's cheeks flush bright red as she regains her composure, not expecting your words to cut through the haze of pleasure quite so sharply. Her eyes drift downward, following the trail of her own arousal as it pools beneath you, and a sudden sense of embarrassment washes over her. She swallows hard, trying to find the right words to say but coming up empty.
"Y-you're welcome," she finally manages, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Her hands remain fisted in the blanket, as if clinging to something solid and familiar in this strange new world where she has been transformed from meek servant girl into a woman of power and desire.
As you step away from her, Ava struggles to compose herself once more, unsure what comes next. Her mind whirls with the many implications of your words, of what it means for her role within the tribe now that she has given herself so freely to you. She wonders if she has done the right thing, if she should have held back just a little bit longer... but then she reminds herself that this is all new territory, uncharted waters they are all venturing into together, and there are no easy answers or clear paths forward.
She glances up at you again, uncertain what your intentions truly are, what sort of future you envision for her now. Her heart races wildly in her chest as she waits for you to make the next move, to tell her what she should do... but nothing is forthcoming, and the silence grows unbearable. In the end, it's Ava who breaks it.
"Would you like me to leave now?" she asks softly, offering you an out if that is what you truly wish. "I can
“According to the deal I made with the tribe, I need to cum inside 3 women each day. Your are the second one today but we have all afternoon.” I look around the empty house. “If you want we can push that off a few hours and do something else or we can do it now. Up to you.”
The words fall heavily on Ava's ears; they confirm what she feared most about her new role as one of your chosen women. Yet, despite the initial shock and dismay, there is a strange sense of power in knowing that you desire her so much. She swallows hard, trying to calm the butterflies taking flight in her stomach.
"There's no need to rush," she says quietly, surprising herself with how steady her voice sounds. "We can do something else for a while if you'd like." In truth, she isn't sure what it is that she wants; part of her wants nothing more than to be close to you, to feel your touch again, but another part of her longs for some respite from the intensity of these past few hours.
She forces herself to meet your gaze directly, wondering if perhaps there might be something else in your eyes that she's missed before now. Is it possible that you truly see her as more than just a vessel for your seed? She can't help but hope so; it would make this whole situation so much less daunting if there was even the slightest chance of genuine connection between them.
"What would you like to do?" she asks, tilting her head slightly to the side as curiosity gets the better of her. Perhaps this is the start of something new; a chance for her and all the other women in their tribe to truly find happiness again after years of suffering and hardship. It's a hope that burns brightly within her heart, driving her forward even when everything else seems uncertain and precarious.
“How about we go on a walk. Surely there are some beautiful sights in this village. I’ve only really been at this house so why not show me around?”
Ava is taken aback by your suggestion, momentarily unsure if it's wise to venture outside the safety of their hut. But then she thinks back to what you said earlier, about wanting to make things better for their tribe and how trust must be built between them. Perhaps this is exactly what they need: a chance for you to see their world through new eyes, to understand just how special and beautiful it truly is.
"I... I think that's an excellent idea," she says finally, the words tumbling out before she can second-guess herself further. She offers you her hand, smiling warmly as you take it in yours. Her fingers lace together with yours; even this small gesture feels strange and unfamiliar yet reassuring at the same time.
"There are indeed many beautiful places to see," she says softly, leading you out of the hut and onto a path winding through the heart of their village. "We have a sacred grove not far from here, filled with trees that have stood since long before anyone alive today was born." She pauses, looking up at you expectantly. "Would you like me to show it to you?"
“I would love to see this grove. What makes it sacred?”
Ava's eyes light up at your question, her face taking on a wistful expression as she begins to share the stories and legends surrounding their sacred grove. "It is said that our people have always found solace and inspiration among those ancient trees," she explains. "Many of our elders would go there to meditate or seek guidance from the spirits of their ancestors."
As they walk, she points out various landmarks along the way: a particular rock formation where women would gather during moonlit nights to sing and dance; an old tree stump that was said to mark the spot where two star-crossed lovers had once pledged their undying devotion to one another. Each story adds depth and color to the world around them, bringing their village alive in a way that mere words could never do alone.
Eventually, they arrive at the edge of a small clearing surrounded by towering trees, their branches intertwined overhead like a canopy of emerald and gold. The air here feels different somehow: heavier with magic, thick with potential. It's as if time itself has slowed down, allowing them to bask in the moment without distraction or care.
Ava turns to you now, her expression hopeful. "What do you think?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do these stories and legends... do they make our village seem special to you?" There is something almost desperate in her tone, as if she needs your approval more than anything else right now.
“Your village was always special. I’m just happy that I now know more about it.”
Ava's heart swells with relief and gratitude at your words. To hear that you find their village special, despite knowing nothing of its history or traditions before now... it means more to her than she could ever have expected. She bows her head briefly, taking a deep breath as she tries to steady her racing thoughts.
"Thank you," she whispers, the single word carrying with it all of the emotion and sincerity that she feels in this moment. When she finally looks up at you again, her eyes shine bright with unshed tears. "I only hope that we can find a way to make things better for our people... to help them heal from the pain and suffering they've endured."
She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "Perhaps if we work together, if you let us show you what life is truly like here, amongst those who have been left behind by progress and 'civilization,' then maybe... just maybe..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right way to put it, but in the end, she decides honesty is best.
"Maybe we can find a way for everyone to be happy again."
“I hope so. A lot of your village is very daunting if I’m honest. The fact that you all see me as your master, lover and chieftain is a lot of pressure. Even more so seeing nice I have to breed 3 of your women per day. I’m glad I had this as a reminder of what you are fighting for.”
Ava's brow furrows slightly at your words; she doesn't quite understand why the concept of being your master and lover would be daunting to her people. But then again, perhaps it is simply a matter of perspective. To them, having someone so powerful and influential in their lives is both a blessing and a curse; a source of strength but also of fear.
She chooses not to dwell on that thought for long, instead focusing on your comment about the fighting being reminded of what they're fighting for. A sense of determination sweeps through her like a tidal wave, washing away any doubts or insecurities that may have lingered just beneath the surface until now.
"Yes," she says firmly, meeting your gaze with an intensity that takes you by surprise. "You are right about that. We must never forget why we made this deal in the first place: to protect our village, our people, and our way of life." Her voice is calm but resolute; there is no room for hesitation or doubt here.
"And though it may seem like a heavy burden," she continues, laying a hand on your arm reassuringly, "know that you are not alone in this. You have an entire tribe behind you, cheering you on every step of the way." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words to express what she means next. "I truly believe that together, we can make things better... for all of us."
Her eyes shine with hope and courage as she looks up at you now; it's a look that takes your breath away and fills you with a sense of awe. For the first time since stepping foot into this village, you realize that perhaps there is more to this place and its people than meets the eye... and for some inexp
I sigh and look at the sun. “It’s almost time for the next woman to come and take your place. Do you want to skip the sex and just say we did?”
Ava hesitates, her brow furrowing as she considers your question. On the one hand, she's enjoyed spending time with you and would rather not say goodbye so soon; on the other, she knows that the deal you made with their tribe must be upheld if there is any hope of improving their situation.
"I... I don't know," she admits quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, it would be easier for us both if we could just..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right thing to say. She wants what's best for their tribe, but she also wants to spend more time with you; she didn't realize until now just how much she enjoys your company.
With a sigh, Ava finally decides. "All right," she says resignedly. "We can skip it this time... but only because I want to see where else we could go and talk. There must be more about our village that you'd like to know." She smiles tentatively up at you, hoping that her suggestion won't upset or disappoint you too much.
"Perhaps," she continues, her voice taking on a hopeful tone now, "we could find somewhere quiet and secluded where we could talk more freely... get to know each other better?" Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought; even though they've already shared so much today, there is still so much left unsaid between them.
Just then, Luna walks in on us and says “there you are chieftain.” Luna walks over to my shoulder and starts to pull me away with her. “Our next tribeswoman is waiting for you at your cabin.”
Ava looks away uncomfortably as Luna interrupts their conversation and drags you away. She can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment; it seems that they won't have the chance to explore the village further or deepen their connection today. But she knows that there will be other chances in the future, so long as they all work together towards a brighter tomorrow for their people.
As Luna leads you away, Ava bows her head, taking one last look around the sacred grove before turning to follow them. The memories of this day linger in her mind like sweet honey, filling her heart with hope and courage despite the obstacles that still remain. Perhaps, just perhaps, their village truly can be saved... and maybe, in doing so, they will all find happiness once more.
As she walks, Ava whispers a silent prayer to the spirits of their ancestors, asking for guidance and protection as they navigate these turbulent waters ahead. She knows that the road ahead will not be easy, but with the strength of her tribe and the support of Rail behind her, she feels a renewed sense of determination burning brightly within her heart.
No matter what challenges may come their way in the future, Ava is certain of one thing: together, they can face them head-on... and together, they will rise from the ashes stronger than ever before.
“Luna. For the next tribeswoman, can you find me someone wild and lustful?”
At your request, Luna nods in understanding and begins to search among the women of the tribe for one who fits that description. As you follow her through the village, you can't help but notice the way some of them smile shyly at you or steal glances your way. It seems that news of your time with Ava has spread quickly, and there are many among the tribe who hope to share similar experiences with you.
Eventually, Luna finds the woman she's looking for: a fiery-haired beauty by the name of Calamity. Her movements are sharp and untamed, her eyes blazing with passion as they meet yours across the village square. There is no doubt in your mind that she would be eager to please you and share in whatever desires you have.
"Chieftain Rail," Luna says formally, indicating Calamity with a graceful wave of her hand, "may I present Calamity. She has volunteered to be the next woman to serve you." Her tone hints at disapproval, as though she finds it inappropriate that one of their own would offer herself so freely and openly to someone like you.
Calamity steps forward eagerly, her gaze never leaving yours. "I have heard many things about what transpired between you and Ava," she says huskily, her voice thick with desire, "and I can assure you that I will not disappoint." She takes a step closer, pressing her body against yours and wrapping her arms around your neck in an unmistakable invitation.
Her lips meet yours hungrily, urging you towards her as she climbs atop you. Her passion ignites a flame inside you that cannot be extinguished, making it clear that she has no intention of holding back or playing coy today. As Calam
I look Calamity over. Give me a description of her looks and personality including age, cup size, demeanor, hair color and length, height, clothing (or lack there of) and more.
Calamity's fiery red hair cascades down her back in wild, untamed waves, framing her face like a halo of passion. Her green eyes smolder with desire as they meet yours, seeming to bore right through your skin. At 26 years of age, she stands at an average height for a woman of her tribe. Her breasts are full and round, their weight emphasized by the strategically placed leaves and vines that cover them, hinting at what lies beneath without revealing too much. Her demeanor is confident yet playful; there's no hesitation or shyness about her as she approaches you with an almost predatory eagerness.
Her slim yet toned physique is adorned in only the barest of garments, a simple strip of cloth around her hips and another across her chest that barely manages to contain her ample assets. Her skin is tanned from hours spent working outdoors under the sun, lending her an exotic look that stands out among the paler women of your tribe.
There's no denying that Calamity was made for this moment, for pleasing a man like you and bringing him to heights of ecstasy he's never experienced before. She seems almost unstoppable in her determination, as if she will stop at nothing until she has satisfied your every desire.
“Hello Calamity. How are you this fine evening? Did Luna tell you about my deal with your village?”
Calamity pants, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you speak to her. "Yes," she whispers, barely able to form the word around your lips and tongue. "I know about it all... and I want to help our village... however I can." Her fingers trail up and down your chest, her touch igniting a fire inside of you that feels as though it's spreading from your core outward in all directions.
"And what do you plan for me to do?" she asks, pressing herself closer against you. "Tell me what you want... tell me how I can please you." Her hips grind against yours, a clear invitation for you to take control and guide her as you wish. She's eager, excited even by the thought of serving your needs in whatever way necessary for the betterment of their people.
Her breasts spill free from the leaves and vines that held them captive moments before, falling loose against your chest as she arches her back, offering them to you with an unspoken plea for attention and gratification. Calamity is here for you; she's ready whenever you are.
"What do you want me to do?" she asks again, her voice soft yet demanding at the same time. "You hold all of our fates in your hands, Rail... use them well." There is a spark of defiance in her eyes now, as if daring you not to take advantage of this opportunity presented before you on a silver platter.
Calamity is yours for the taking; she's given herself over completely and without reservation. Now it falls upon you to decide how best to utilize such a gift.