Hina's breath hitched. Her eyes flicked to me, wide, panicked, like a deer caught in a snare. She bit her lip, shaking her head, lost for words.

I sighed, leaning back on my hands, casual, like I wasn't about to throw her to the wolves. "Oh. It's my fault."

Hina's breath caught. Her fingers dug into her skirt, her knuckles white.

Ada blinked, surprised. "Your fault?"

I nodded, shrugging like it was nothing. "Yeah. Last night, when Aunt Hina was helping me arrange those herbs…"

I paused, letting the words hang, letting them imagine exactly what kind of "arranging" we'd been doing. "Her legs bumped into the bed. That's why she's hurting."

Ruth's eyes narrowed, but there was no shame in her voice, no hesitation. "Dexter… you should've applied those herbs on her legs, like you did to me…" She glanced at Vera, then back at me, her tone dry. "When my pussy was hurting."

The words hung in the air, bold, unapologetic. Vera's lips twitched, amused. Hina's face burned, but she didn't look away.

Vera cleared her throat, her voice smooth, deliberate. "Dexter… all those herbs are lying in my hut…" She glanced at Kerry and Ada, who'd brought them earlier. "You should help Aunt Hina…"

Hina seized the opening like a lifeline. "Yeah." Her voice was soft, but her eyes burned. "You're so heartless… You should've treated me before."

I knew what she meant.

She wasn't talking about her leg but her pussy.

I met her gaze, holding it, letting her see the promise in my eyes. "I'm sorry, Aunt Hina." My voice was low, rough, just for her. "Don't worry. Tonight, I'll definitely heal you."

Hina's breath stuttered. Her fingers trembled, her mind already racing—tonight, she'd finally get what she craved. My hands are on her. My cock is inside her. My seed fills her womb.

Ruth shifted beside me, her thighs pressing together, her voice wavering for the first time. "But… tonight…" She trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she remembered—how she'd begged me last night, her pussy aching, her voice raw with need. How I'd promised to fill her, to ease the burn only I could stoke.

And now—

"Dexter…" Ruth tried again, her voice firm, but her eyes flicking to Hina, weighing, measuring. "You should help Aunt Hina…" She swallowed, her gaze dropping to Hina's leg, then back to me. "She must be in a lot of pain…"

I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of Ruth's ear, my voice a low, dark promise. "Don't worry…" My breath hot against her skin, my fingers brushing her thigh, just enough to make her shiver.

"After healing Aunt Hina…" I paused, letting the words sink in. "I'll come find you…" My tongue flicked over my lips, slow, deliberate. "And satisfy that naughty pussy of yours."

Ruth's breath hitched, her body tensing, her thighs clenching together. She bit her lip, her eyes darkening with need, but before she could respond—

Ada's voice cut through the tension, sharp, curious. "Ruth, what are you guys talking about?"

Ruth jolted, her face flushing deeper. "N-Nothing, Mother!" she stammered, her fingers twisting in her skirt.

Ada didn't press. She never did. But her eyes lingered, knowing—always knowing—before she turned back to her meal.

Later, after the fire died down, after the last scraps of meat were picked clean, I followed Hina back to her cave. The air was cool, the ground uneven beneath my feet, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the stone walls. And then—another set of footsteps. Lighter. Faster.

Ryan.

He slipped into the cave behind us, his voice cutting through the darkness before the firelight even caught his face.

"Hina." His tone was casual, but his eyes flicked to me, sharp, assessing. "I asked Mitt and Tusk about how long their cock can last before releasing their seed." He paused, grinning, like he'd just uncovered the secret to the world.

"They said… It's about just 10 breaths…" His gaze locked onto me, challenging. "And at most, 20 breaths."

Ryan looked at me, his eyes gleaming with something between awe and envy. "Yours must be…" He gestured at me, vague, but we all knew what he meant. "Remaining so hard because of those herbs…"

Hina let out a small, disappointed sound, her fingers curling into fists. "What? Just 10 breaths?" Her voice was tinged with scorn, her eyes flicking to me, burning.

"But Dexter can go on for so long…" Her voice dropped, softer, almost wondering. "Even without releasing his seed…"

Ryan's face crumpled, his pride shattering like glass beneath my boot.

I chuckled, thinking that I would use Cuckold God Ability after that. Ryan is done for...

Suddenly, Hina moved.

She stood before me, her fingers trembling as she peeled the last scrap of leather from her body, letting it pool at her feet like a discarded skin.

The firelight licked over her, painting her in golden sin, highlighting every curve, every swell, every obscene detail of her body—a body built for breeding, for ruin, for me.

Her breasts were heavy, full, the weight of them pulling them down just enough to make her nipples jut out, hard as pebbles, dark as sin, swollen with need. They ached for touch, begging to be sucked, bitten, marked. A thin sheen of sweat glistened over them, making them glow, her skin flushed with heat, with desire, with the knowledge of what was coming.

But it was her pussy that demanded attention.

Swollen. Obscenely so.

The lips were puffy, bruised-red, glistening with arousal, already weeping for me. The inner folds peeked out, dark pink, slick, trembling with every breath she took. Her clit jutting out, throbbing, engorged, begging to be ground beneath my fingers, my tongue, my cock. The scent of her—musky, sweet, feral—filled the air, thick enough to taste, to drown in.

She stepped forward, her hips swaying, her thighs sticky with need, and yanked at my skirt.

The leaf fabric tore away, revealing my cock—thick, veined, half-hard but growing stiffer with every second her eyes devoured it. Her breath hitched, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, her fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking, squeezing, feeling the weight of what only I could give her.

"Dexter…" Her voice was a moan, a prayer, a demand. Her free hand slid down her body, her fingers spreading her pussy lips, showing me everything—how swollen she was, how wet, how ready. "Tonight…" Her fingers circled her clit, making her body jolt, her voice breathy, desperate. "I want to become pregnant with your child."

I didn't answer.

I pushed her.

Hard.

Her back hit the furs, her body bouncing, her tits jiggling, heavy, ripe, begging to be ravaged. She spread her legs wide, offering herself up to me, her pussy glistening, dripping, her thighs trembling with anticipation.

I followed her down, my body covering hers, my hand sliding between her thighs, finding her pussy—already slick, already clenching, already weeping for me. My fingers traced her pussy, spreading them, exposing her clit, her entrance, her everything. She was so swollen, so red, so fucking ready for me.

"You want my seed, Hina?" My voice was a growl, dark, possessive, my fingers circling her clit, making her body jerk, her hips buck into my touch. "You want me to put a baby in this filthy, used-up pussy?"

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