I turned to Ravina, my voice cold and final as I gestured toward the bound men—Mitt, Ryan, Tusk, and the others—kneeling in the dirt, their faces pale with fear. "Aunt Ravina," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument, "send them on their way. I've taught them enough. Maybe in their next life, they won't be such pathetic losers."
Kerry was still panting, her body trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her thighs slick with my cum and her own fluids. She pressed herself against me, her breath uneven as she tried to steady herself. Ravina's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp as she turned to her warriors. "Kill them."
Without hesitation, Sabina, Helen, and the others stepped forward. Their spears flashed in the sunlight as they pierced through the men's chests. Mitt, Ryan, and the others let out sharp, desperate screams, their bodies jerking as blood soaked into the earth beneath them.
