The day started like any other. I woke up to Sapphy curled against my side, Trina sharpening her spear, and Gale crouched over the fire pit while Flow tied her top back on after a bath.
It was peaceful. Calm. Almost suspiciously so.
I noticed it as soon as I finished making breakfast. The girls were whispering behind my back. Looking at me. Smirking. Plotting.
I didn't like the look in their eyes.
"Alright," I said cautiously, "what are you four planning?"
Sapphy grinned. "Nothing."
"Just day like other day," Trina added way too quickly.
Gale was already clearing a space in the center of the cave, brushing away extra furs.
Flow smiled at me with something that could only be described as sultry innocence. "No plan… just love hubby lots."
I didn't believe any of them. But I didn't stop them either. That was my first mistake.
After dinner, they blindfolded me.
"Wait—what is this?" I asked, trying to sit up.
"Ritual," Trina said, her voice firm. "Big tradition. Make you Cave King."
"King?" I repeated, confused.
"Hubby lead tribe," Sapphy whispered near my ear. "But first, we claim you."
I heard the rustling of furs. The clinking of bangles. The soft sound of someone untieing a top.
"Lie still," Gale said, pushing me flat against the furs. "You no move. You totem now."
"Totem? Wait, hold on—"
Warm skin pressed against me. Weight settled on my hips.
"Flow go first," she purred. "Flow ready."
Then came the chants.
"Put baby in me!"
"Hubby seed strong!"
"Make tribe big!"
Their voices echoed around the cave, rhythmic and primal, as if they'd practiced.
I couldn't see, but I could feel.
Hands gripping mine. Soft, heavy weight pressing down. Hips grinding slowly. Hot breath against my neck. Moans and giggles and soft gasps as one girl after another took her turn.
They didn't even give me breaks.
As soon as one finished whispering, "Me full now," another was already mounting me with a hungry growl.
Trina's voice was low and commanding. "Me want strong baby. Hubby give."
Gale was wilder. Rougher. "Hubby mine. Make good mate cry."
Sapphy's words were sweet and sticky. "Make me swell, hubby… fill me deep…"
Flow moaned my name like it was a prayer. "Me new wife… me want strong first seed…"
They passed me around like an offering—like I was the totem. And I couldn't do anything but groan, gasp, and cling to whatever strength I had left.
Hours passed. Maybe the whole night. I lost track.
The chants never stopped. The girls never stopped.
And neither did my body.
By the time they were finally done—when each of them had collapsed against me, panting and flushed and murmuring things like "Me satisfied" and "Hubby strong mate"—I was limp. My legs didn't work. My throat was dry. My eyes barely stayed open.
They pulled the blindfold off. Sapphy was lying on my chest, her body warm and soft. Trina leaned over and kissed my forehead.
"You king now," she said proudly.
"Cave King," Flow whispered in my ear, nuzzling against me.
"Strongest seed man," Gale muttered with a lazy smirk. "We never let go now."
I blinked slowly. "I… think I died."
Sapphy giggled. "You sleep now. King need rest."
I didn't argue.
As the fire crackled beside us and their arms wrapped around me, I passed out, smothered in warmth, affection, and the weight of four very satisfied wives.
And now… their king.
The days continued.
I didn't mean to stare.
I really didn't.
But as I walked by the river with a bundle of gathered fruits and herbs under one arm, I caught sight of Flow bathing in the clear water, her long wavy brown hair clinging to her glistening bronze skin.
And then… she bent over.
Her plump, round ass rose just above the surface, bouncing slightly as she washed her thighs. It gleamed under the sun. Smooth. Firm. Perfect.
I stopped walking.
Just stood there.
Staring.
Frozen.
Entranced.
And then she turned around and caught me.
"Hubby peek?" Flow smirked, raising a brow as water streamed down her cleavage.
"N-No! I wasn't—well, I mean, I saw but I didn't mean—" I stumbled over every excuse I could come up with, but it was too late. Her smile was already wide and knowing.
She finished washing up, and by the time we returned to the cave… the others knew.
Of course they did.
"You look Flow butt?" Trina crossed her arms over her chest, golden hair swishing behind her. "Why not mine?"
"Me have biggest!" Gale added, puffing out her chest and turning to slap her own thick rear. "You no stare at Gale?!"
Sapphy pouted, shaking her hips. "Hubby no love Sapphy no more…"
"I—it's not like that!" I said, backing up slightly. "It was just a… visual accident!"
Flow giggled behind me. "Hubby like Flow moon-butt."
"Moon-butt?" I blinked.
"Is name now," she said proudly. "You look. You touch. You worship."
That… sounded dangerous.
And then the four of them looked at each other with matching evil grins.
"Idea," Gale said.
"Big idea," Trina nodded.
"Very good idea," Sapphy chimed in.
Oh no.
They shoved me toward the bedding, pushing the furs aside, clearing the space like it was a sacred altar.
"You make mistake," Trina said, voice low and sultry. "Now you fix."
Sapphy licked her lips. "But fair is fair…"
Gale grinned wickedly. "All girls get chance."
Flow knelt beside me. "Worship game. You pick best."
"…What kind of game are we talking about?"
Then they all got on their hands and knees—lined up side by side, bent over the bedding, butts in the air, wiggling invitingly in the flickering firelight.
Oh.
That kind.
"Each girl take turn," Trina said, already bouncing her golden backside. "You kiss. Touch. Lick."
"Whose moan loudest… win," Flow added with a wink.
"Hubby face go to winner," Sapphy cooed.
"…All night," Gale finished.
They were dead serious.
I swallowed.
Then Trina grabbed my wrist, pulled me forward, and the "worship" began.
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I started with Trina.
Her skin was sun-kissed gold, her body warm and firm. She reached back, guiding my hands to her hips.
"Use tongue," she ordered. "Like hunt. Be strong."
I kissed her softly at first—then deeper, more intense. She moaned, arching her back, grinding slightly.
"Ah… hubby good… more…"
Her voice trembled. Her thighs squeezed around my face. I kept going, letting my lips trail across her cheek and down her thigh. She gasped, biting her lip.
Then Gale yanked me over.
"My turn!"
Her bronze skin was slick with sweat already. Her butt was thick and muscular, her thighs powerful.
"Rough," she growled. "Me like strong worship."
She practically shoved my face into her. I groaned against her warmth, gripping her tightly as I worked.
She let out a long, breathy moan. "Ahhh! Hubby make Gale crazy…"
Sapphy took me next.
Softer. Rounder. Her hips swayed as she looked back.
"Gentle first," she whispered. "Then wild."
I trailed kisses along her cheeks. She squealed, hiding her face in the furs.
"Ah~ Hubby so warm… Sapphy melting…"
Then Flow took her place.
She straddled me backward, lowering her butt slowly until it covered my entire face.
"Hubby no breathe unless Flow say," she giggled. "Now worship."
I couldn't move. I couldn't see.
I could only obey.
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Minutes turned to hours.
They didn't stop.
When one was done, another pulled me back in.
"Hubby not done yet!"
"Do again! Me not moan loud enough!"
"Mine best! More lick!"
They moaned louder and louder—half from pleasure, half from competition. They pressed their asses harder against me, making sure I had no escape. I was being passed around like a prize.
Slapped.
Smothered.
Kissed raw.
My lips were sore.
My cheeks were red.
My face was drenched.
My voice was hoarse from all the muffled gasps and groans.
I tried to crawl away once, but Flow sat on me.
"Not finish," she whispered, grinding again.
"Hubby face not empty yet," Trina said.
"Me next!" Sapphy sang.
Gale was already lifting my head. "Tongue ready? Good."
By the time they collapsed in a heap beside me, panting and glowing and satisfied, I was a wreck.
My cheeks glistened. My lips tingled. My neck ached from all the angles.
I couldn't even think.
"Who win?" Trina asked with a smug smirk.
"I think… we all win," Flow whispered, nuzzling into me.
Gale patted my chest. "Hubby no talk anymore. Face tired."
"Tomorrow we do again," Sapphy giggled. "Maybe thighs next time."
"…Please," I croaked. "Mercy."
They just laughed.
And pulled me into their arms.