I opened my eyes to the sound of voices outside. Women's whispers carried into my tent, and I could sense they were planning something. I didn't know what it was, but curiosity stirred inside me. I rose quickly from my bed, dressed, and stepped outside. Just as I suspected, I had slept longer than usual. Everyone was already at work; the furnace had been built and its fire lit, the pier completed, and the tents only had a few small details left unfinished.
As soon as I appeared, workers—both men and women—entered my tent to finish the final touches. A throne of imposing size, soft bedding made from animal hides, and a place worthy of a leader were being prepared.
I still didn't understand what they were whispering about. Just as I was about to move closer, Cycnopy approached me. His face still bore the marks of his wounds, but his eyes shone with determination.
"Great Ragno," he said, his voice heavy with regret, "I am sorry for my failure. Can you forgive me?"
I paused for a moment, then leaned toward him. "You don't need to apologize to me. I should not have sent you alone. It is I who owe you an apology," I said. His eyes widened, and shame covered his face.
"Today, if you allow it, I have a gift for you, Chief Ragno," he continued eagerly. "Something in return for all you have done for us."
I had never expected anything in return. I was one of them now; we survived together. Yet curiosity tugged at me, and I asked what the gift was.
"Tonight, at sunset, it will be presented to you in your tent," he said, his eyes gleaming. "Everyone is excited, everyone is eager for this." My curiosity deepened, and excitement swelled within me. I knew I would have to wait.
"Do not worry about anything," Cycnopy added. "I have set the work in order and directed the people. You have fought for us, risked everything. Today, rest. Bathe, relax, and let the people carry the weight."
Just then, two warriors approached. They knelt before me and presented a weapon wrapped in cloth. "Chief Ragno, your sword is ready," they said. The blade they carried was larger, more magnificent than I had imagined. "And we have crafted this scabbard from hides, so you may carry it upon your back."
They placed the scabbard across my shoulders. I drew the sword, swung it side to side. A weapon two men struggled to hold, I wielded with ease. Their astonishment and pride shone in their eyes. I thanked them and sheathed the blade. Around us, the forge roared on—axes, spears, and shields were taking shape one after another. Cycnopy had even sent another team to the mountain for more ore. Truly, there was nothing left for me to worry about.
For the first time in many days, I felt I could allow myself to rest. With my fur cloak across my shoulders, the horned helm on my head, the massive sword at my back, knives on my arms, and cord at my waist—I felt unstoppable.
As the day went on, everything neared completion. Tents were finished, the pier stood solid, fish were being caught, and the village pulsed with rhythm. I went to Kragnor, fed him, and spent time at his side. Later, I chose to swim in the sea. I left my gear and plunged into the cold water. The chill loosened the tension in my body and cleared my thoughts.
It was then that Cycnopy's voice rang out. "Great Chief, your gift is ready," he announced, pointing toward my tent. I rose from the water, droplets streaming from my shoulders, and walked toward the shore. Naked and wet, I moved with calm certainty. Cycnopy took my gear and quietly gestured to the entrance.
When I stepped inside, my eyes locked onto the sight before me. Before my grand throne, thirty women knelt in silence. All eyes were on me, their faces glowing in the firelight. The air was heavy with the scent of incense, and the walls were draped in hides. From outside came the deep, steady breaths of Kragnor, a reminder of the bond between us, a guardian presence beyond the tent.
I strode toward the throne, droplets still sliding down my skin. When I sat, the women bowed their heads even lower. Their gazes clung to me—not only to my body, not only to the strength of my arms or the blade at my side, but to the power of the leader who sat before them.
Then Annabel rise. Pride and excitement lit her face. Her voice carried through the tent, "Chief Ragno, you have always given us more than we could ask. We women have spoken among ourselves, and we wish to give something in return."
Their eyes moved slowly, deliberately, over me, first to my arms, thick with power from countless battles, then to my chest, where each breath rose and fell like the rhythm of a war drum. Some of them lowered their heads, as if humbled by the sight, yet their glances betrayed them, rising again to drink in the form before them. There was hunger there, not for food but for closeness, for touch, for the fire that I carried.
They did not see only a leader, but a man whose body spoke of strength, survival, and unyielding will. Even in silence, their longing was clear; lips parted ever so slightly, cheeks flushed by more than firelight. Every muscle I moved, every breath I took seemed to draw them nearer in spirit. Their desire was not hidden, it was open, raw, and undeniable.
The women beside her nodded in unison, their lips echoing silent agreement. Annabel continued: "You'll stay with us tonight. You can choose as many women as you like. We're all here to serve you. You've kept us alive, and we'll show our gratitude. We'll prepare you meals, give you rest, comfort you, and make love to you for as long as you want."
While I kept thinking, women came up to me to show their desires: one kissing, one massaging, one sucking my dick. I was trying to make a decision. I was calm. I was controlling myself, getting ready for the night.
I started looking at them and thinking about which ones I should fuck. I started pointing with my finger. By saying 1-2-3-4-5, I had chosen 10 people. I was going to fuck them all that night.
The tent grew heavier with silence, as though even the air held its breath. Their words became a vow, a declaration of loyalty. In their eyes, I saw not just desire but devotion, not just gratitude but a bond that tied the future of the tribe to me.
Excitement, curiosity, and pride surged through me. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing against me, the expectation in every gaze. This night would be unlike any before.
But what would follow, I could not yet know. Annabel's words lingered in the air, the women's eyes fixed upon me, waiting.
I parted my lips to speak. And just then…