The fertility of the Anuvi had fallen drastically in recent years. The abandonment of their god and the reclusive nature of their society were sure to blame, but following the ways of their fathers and grandfathers, they kept repeating the same mistakes. Instead of allowing more people to mingle, they killed until they were forced into seclusion.

And now, after being done with the administration of the medicine after just a dozen kids, Freya and the others were attending to the men in their society. Aiding them was Elicia, after Aura; she had the most experience in treating people, and since the succubus was with Zephyr at the moment, she was forced to guide their group instead of joining her master in the other tent.

"Say aaa…" Making a grown man open his mouth, she stepped aside and guided Freya on how to check the acidity levels in the person's mouth. "Apply the medicine with the brush and then give him a dose according to how red the stain gets."

Taking a seat in the corner, she watched the girls struggle. None of them truly wanted to be there, but at this point, they had no choice but to help along. Some even envied the vampiress, the knight, and Okio, as the trio was responsible for hunting and preparing a meal for the group. Not having to deal with the fat, tanned men with sweaty folds under their flaps of flesh was, needless to say, not something anyone would ever look forward to.

The women, on the other hand, had skin as smooth as milk chocolate. Their hips were wide enough to smother two faces with each of their buttocks, and their tits were big and heavy, enough to feed a pair of triplets. Gathering outside the tent, they quietly waited for their turn in a uniform line. The first were the middle-aged women–daring enough to lead the other women beside them.

Staying behind the married mothers and wives were their daughters and sisters, and at the very last were slightly older women in their late fifties. Waiting for a signal from Aura to welcome them in two at a time, they stood in front of the tent with their hearts worn on their sleeves. A step forward, and the wives would be cheaters, and the mothers would become monsters, nurturing another man's child.

And yet, after hearing from their god directly in their heads, how could they back down now? Perhaps that very voice was why they all felt a strange tingling in their loins. The taste of taboo, after all, is sometimes a pleasure in itself. The first to learn that lesson, however, was not amongst the women but a man inside the tent.

Hiding his small cock compared to Custer's giant, Rudy awkwardly stood in a corner with his hands covering his groin. One mocking glance from Aura was enough humiliation, but somehow that very smirk on her face upon seeing his dick was making him excited, and he didn't even know why.

"Alright, stop hiding it and climb on top of your bed." Standing between the beds, Aura patted her hands on them both. "One is for my master and the other is for you. The girls are already told that they can choose either one of you to be cured; that decision is up to them, so you don't have to do anything, just wait for them to lie down and shove your dick inside their pussies and cum. Your semen is charged with that potion, so it will cure them nearly instantly."

As absurd as her claim was, Rudy could feel something strange bubbling up in his groin. The potion was boosting his sperm and making him stronger with a greater sex drive. His stamina, however, remains to be seen, as already he was panting and on the verge of cumming from being looked at so casually by a woman as pretty as Cecilia.

Nodding his head to answer her, he slowly moved his hand off his groin and made his way to his table. Zephyr climbed on top of his bed as well, and with the two sitting on the edge and not far from each other, the difference in their bodies was concentrated in a singular spot. Most of their skin and muscles were the same, but the difference in their dick size was night and day.

With great envy, Rudy shook his head and glanced down at himself. His cock was finally free from its cage, and even if Custer's dick reached as far as his chin while sitting down, that didn't mean his finger-sized shaft was useless.

'There's no way any woman would like it that big anyway.' Thinking on the matter as Aura went to the entrance, he tried to convince himself that it was far too big and that the increase in the number of blowjobs on his mother's lewd list had to be a mistake. 'Yeah… as if she would ever touch that thing, it's a monster! It's… strange.'

Deluding himself had always been his method to cope with any failure, but tonight that wouldn't save him from the shame. For the moment, he heard a pair of women walking inside, his chest tightened to the glow of their tanned tits being barely held by a flimsy dressing. Getting hard in a second, his mouth hung open, and his fingers twitched–urging him to touch himself–the only way he'd ever felt the pleasures of sex.

"Like I told you ladies," closing the entrance curtain, Aura walked inside and stood before the two women. "Take your pick and lie down. Whoever you choose will first massage your body with activating oils, then, when you're ready, you can tell them to put it in. Alright?"

Leaning forward, Aura grabbed the hands of the anxious woman. Holding them firm, she smiled at them.

"And remember, what happens here doesn't go out. Your cure is also your silence, or else we're sure you men will kill you and the future of this clan that you will soon nurture in your wombs." Sprinkling the last of her manipulation, she leaned further towards their ears and whispered. "Remember what your god told you, let 'him' breed you and be cured and be blessed."

Slowly turning her head while moving away from the girls, Aura glanced at the two men present inside the tent. Her gaze, however, lingered more on her husband than the hero whom she considered a loser.

"Remember that, alright?" Holding a smirk, she turned her head back to the girl. "Don't disappoint him."

Taking as if she was referring to their god and not Zephyr, the anxious women looked at each other. To choose him meant ignoring the other. But of course, being polite, they couldn't say why only one of the men's beds would host them both. Thus, with that decided in their minds, the two were about to take turns to stain the same bed one after the other, and after that, carry the news outside so that the others would do the same.

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