The air in the hut was still smelling of Agatha's enjoyment—milk, sweat, and the musky scent of her dripping vagina—when everything around had a loud and violent outbreak.
"ATTACK—! KILL ALL THOSE BITCHES!"
The yelling was unformed, from the guts, such were the war cries that anyone who ever fought for survival would know. The hitting of stone, the knocking of bodies against each other, the frequently heard women's screams - it was all mixing with the torrent assaulting the hut.
And Fuck.
I was just a few seconds away from taking off my leaf skirt, from actually getting into Agatha's tight, pregnant pussy, from taking the most basic and savage possession of her.
My fingers were almost touching the knot, my head already full of the gross thoughts of her lying under me, her belly round with baby, her breasts oozing milk as I thrust into her.
But now?
Now the world had other plans.
