When I asked if they all wanted this, they all looked me in the eye with shining eyes. They wanted it. The silence in the tent thickened. The fire crackled, shadows leapt across the hides, and every pair of eyes held to me as though the world itself waited for my word. My breath slowed, heavy in my chest, yet the air around me was sharp with heat.
Annabel stood taller, her lips slightly parted, as if a single command from me would set everything aflame. Behind her, the women bowed lower, yet their eyes betrayed them—eyes that glimmered with hunger, with longing, with a devotion so fierce it bordered on worship.
I could feel it pressing against me, not just their gaze but their desire. Their breaths quickened, their chests rising and falling in unison, as though my silence alone was winding them tighter and tighter. One shifted, the curve of her shoulder catching the light, another's fingers twisted nervously in her hair, yet none dared to move closer until I allowed it.
The tent seemed alive. Outside, faint voices of the tribe drifted in, the laughter of children, the crack of burning wood, but inside… inside there was only this fire. This storm of devotion and need. My body still glistened with droplets from the sea, muscles taut beneath the shimmer of flame, and I saw the way their eyes followed the trail of water down my chest, lower, to the strength that defined me.
It was no longer a question of whether they desired me. It was a matter of how long they could resist breaking their own restraint. And still, they waited, trembling on the edge, for me to speak.
They laid me down on the bed, their lips exploring me with a wild urgency. Their touches enveloped me, leaving no place untouched. They sucked my cock, touched my muscles, massaged me. After a while, they pulled me up and embraced me from all sides. One pulled me closer, pulling my hands to her breasts, while the other kissed me deeply. Their hunger was unbearable; it felt impossible to keep up with them all as they engulfed me in their rhythm.
The heat of the moment intensified. Bodies pressed against mine, sweat mingled, breaths quickened. Every movement carried fire and intensity, every touch demanded more. The air inside the tent was thick, filled with gasps and whispers, until it felt as if time itself had merged into that searing night.
We were making love like crazy. I pulled my dick out of one of them and put it in the other. One was licking my balls, one was kissing me, and two were dancing. We made love like crazy until dawn; I fucked them all in turns. Finally, after the exhaustion of the day and night, we went to sleep; they were all lying on top of me or next to me. When I woke up, it was the same sight. I had started the day with energy.
Today I could have explored more, hunted more, I could have spent all my energy to the very end. I stood up, and the women rose with me. They immediately came close, cleaned me, and prepared me. My sword was so heavy that four or five women had to carry it together. While they were preparing me, a thought struck me. Last night, Myr wasn't among them. Why wasn't she there, where had she gone, why wasn't she with me? Today I had to speak with her and learn what the problem was.
We all stepped out of the tent together. The cool air touched my face, and the sun was already high in the sky. I took fresh pieces of meat in my hands and whistled loudly. Kragnor came running to me. His massive body shook the ground, his steps made the earth tremble. When he reached me, he lowered his head toward me. He wanted affection, and in his great eyes there was an innocent spark. I placed my hand on his enormous head, stroked his neck, and showed him all my love. I gave him the meat piece by piece, the sound of his chewing echoing around me. Kragnor was no longer just an animal, he was like a part of my soul.
As I continued feeding him, Cycnopy came to me. The marks of battle were still on his face, but in his eyes there was a shining light. "Chief Ragno, I see you well. What are your orders for today?" he asked.
I thanked him for his gift, then spoke in a calm but firm voice. "Today, design armor for Kragnor. Not too heavy, but strong enough to protect his skin further. And I want sharp iron tips for his horns as well. Attach them so he can strike down his enemies more easily in battle. After that, do some hunting. I will spend time with the people of the village. Tonight, we will hold a feast."
Cycnopy bowed his head, listening with respect, and immediately went to his team. From afar I watched him explain to them in detail what I wanted. The sounds of hammers, the shaping of shields, and the murmur of workers echoed through the village.
Just then, I saw Myr among the crowd. Our eyes met, and I called her name aloud. She stopped and walked toward me. Her face bore a weary expression, her eyes heavy with sorrow. We began walking side by side.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. Where have you been?" I asked, my voice calm and curious.
Myr lowered her head slightly, her voice soft but tinged with sadness. "Your work is overwhelming, Chief Ragno. I am doing my own duties," she said. The sadness in her words was too clear to hide.
I asked her what the problem was. Why she hadn't spoken to me, why she had withdrawn from me. Her lips trembled, her eyes filled, and suddenly she began to cry.
At that moment, as if to break the heavy atmosphere, Kragnor came from behind me. With his giant horn he nudged me, tossing me lightly side to side. His playful act brought a faint smile to my face, yet Myr's tears still weighed heavily on me.
I tried to comfort her, placing my hand on her shoulder. When her sobs calmed, she looked at me and spoke. Her eyes were red, her voice shaky but clear. "The two warriors you killed were my brothers. You took my brothers from me," she said.
Her words hit me like a heavy stone in my chest. For a moment, I froze inside. My breath caught, but I managed to find words. I explained that we were only trying to survive. That those warriors would have attacked us, would have killed us, and that I had only done what was necessary to protect myself and my people.
"If you want, I can have you face Annabel," I said. As soon as I said it, something flickered in her eyes. It wasn't anger, it was jealousy. The sparks of her inner pain reflected back at me.
I turned to her again, lowering my voice. "They would have attacked us and killed us. I only did what was necessary to survive. I only protected my people. Still, I am sorry, Myr. I know and I understand your pain."
Tears once again rolled down her cheeks. She looked at me for a brief moment, then turned away crying and disappeared into the crowd. My heart ached. I knew she would forgive me, but it would take time. The wounds in her heart would not close easily.
Kragnor stood beside me, lowering his massive head onto my shoulder, as if he understood me. I looked at him, feeling his deep breath. In that moment, I realized once more how heavy the burden of leadership was. The things I did to protect my people could open wounds in the hearts of others. Yet I had to carry this weight. Because I am Ragno, their leader.