The sound of birds chirping echoed through the dense jungle outside, but I didn't hear any of it.
I was buried under a mountain of warmth—fur blankets… and breasts. Too many breasts.
A lazy groan escaped me as I tried to move. My arms felt pinned, something soft pressing against both sides of my face. I opened my eyes slowly—
And immediately realized my mistake.
I had overslept.
Again.
Before I could sit up, Trina's voice thundered above me.
"Hubby lazy. Hubby bad."
A heavy weight landed right on my chest—Trina's hips. She straddled me with a feral grin on her face.
"Time for wake-up… punishment."
"Punishment?" I asked nervously.
She didn't answer. Instead, she shifted higher and dropped her thighs around my head, smothering my face in the space between her legs. My muffled protests went unheard—or ignored.
"Hubby wake now," Gale purred, appearing beside us. She bent low, grinding her toned body against my waist while her hands wandered beneath the furs. "Too warm down here… but maybe punishment make hotter."
Sapphy joined next, pressing kisses to my neck, whispering against my ear in a low, sultry growl. "You sleep again… we ride you forever."
My heart thudded.
They weren't bluffing.
Each one teased and stroked and kissed until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Trina rode my face like a throne, Gale toyed with me until I twitched, and Sapphy's whispering nearly broke me before breakfast.
They didn't stop until I "woke up" six different times—each more intense than the last.
By the time Flow lifted the furs and crawled onto my lap, casually kissing my cheek and giggling at my dazed expression, I could barely sit up straight.
"Hubby soft now," she teased. "But Flow make hard again later."
Later that day, I was helping carry some gathered fruit back to the cave when I saw her.
A jungle woman—probably from a nearby tribe—walking along the riverbank, barely clothed and dripping from a swim. Her hips swayed like a predator stalking prey, and her curves shimmered in the sunlight.
I stared a little too long.
…Just a second or two too long.
I didn't even realize I was doing it until I turned back and saw all four of my wives standing in the tree line, arms crossed, eyes glowing with barely contained fury.
Trina growled. Gale cracked her knuckles. Sapphy's expression was unreadable—but dangerous.
Flow just smiled.
I swallowed hard. "L-Look, I didn't mean—"
"Hubby stare butt," Trina said flatly.
"Hubby want other girl?" Gale asked, her tone sharp.
"No! I just—!"
"Then hubby stare our butts now," Sapphy said.
That night, I found myself tied up to one of the cave's support posts with soft vines and fur ropes. My arms were stretched out, and my lap was fully exposed, furs kicked off as if I were an offering to a goddess.
"You look at her?" Gale hissed, squatting in front of me and smacking my cheek with her plush thigh. "Then stare at mine now."
She spun around and bent over, her curvy butt hovering inches from my face. Then, she sat, grinding her weight down onto my head, swaying her hips until my face was drenched in sweat and scent.
"Hubby learn now. No look at other girl."
Trina was next.
She didn't say anything—she just strutted up, climbed over me, and dropped her thick cheeks onto my face with purpose. Her muscular thighs locked around my head like a cage.
She growled something primal and rolled her hips.
Then came Sapphy. Then Flow. Then back to Gale. Then again.
They passed me like a prize—each of them taking turns pressing down, whispering dirty "punishments" into my ears.
"You want her hips? Then feel mine crush face," Sapphy hissed.
"Other girl not ride you like Trina," the blonde grunted.
"Wife butts better. Softer. Wetter," Flow cooed. "You stuck now, hubby."
Their rotation didn't stop. I could barely think straight. My mouth was dry, my face soaked, my hips twitching every time someone stroked me mid-sit.
At some point, I was certain I blacked out—but they didn't let up.
The final moment came when Flow climbed on top of my chest, her grin wide and satisfied. She crossed her legs on my torso, pinning me beneath her weight like a smug jungle queen.
She dangled her bare foot near my face.
"Kiss."
"H-Huh?"
"Kiss Flow feet. Apology."
I hesitated, dazed.
She pressed the sole of her foot against my cheek.
"You look other girl. That mean you forget us. Kiss feet… say sorry."
"…Sorry," I murmured, then kissed.
Once. Twice.
The other girls howled in victory, teasing me, throwing flowers, and chanting "Hubby trained!" like a victory dance.
My pride?
Gone.
But my place in the tribe?
Undeniably cemented.