"Chuck!"
After obtaining the [Other Shore Flowers], Chuck didn't press his luck. He chose to quit while ahead and retreat strategically.
Returning to the leopard's carcass, Valentina spotted him from afar and stood up, waving her bloody knife, her face full of shock and tension.
"It roared again! That tiger!"
"I know. I saw it."
Chuck stopped in front of her, glancing down at the skinned and deboned leopard, and nodded.
"You saw it?!"
Valentina's eyes widened instantly. She pressed him excitedly, "What does it look like? How big? Does it look tough to handle?"
"Calm down, Tina."
Seeing her agitated state, Chuck shook his head helplessly. He rubbed her shoulder gently to soothe her.
"Our battle is over for today. We can talk about the tiger slowly when we get back, okay?"
"Mmh, I'll listen to you."
Startled by the new nickname, a contrasting softness appeared on Valentina's snowy face. Her excitement calmed down.
Chuck picked up the bucket helmet from the ground and looked around.
Although the vegetation on the outskirts of the plains was sparse and he didn't expect much, treating it merely as a transition zone to the lake, he had killed a beast and claimed new territory. He should map it out.
Even if there was nothing, he needed to know for sure.
"You head back first. I'll look around for anything useful. Remember to wash and stretch the leopard skin when you get back."
"Okay, I'm going."
Valentina was always crisp and efficient. She never argued or wasted words. Whatever Chuck said, she did. Incredibly low maintenance.
She briskly rolled the javelins and sinews in the leopard skin, tied it with string, and hugged the bundle. Just as she turned toward the jungle, Chuck stepped forward, his large hand wrapping around her tight waist.
"Wait."
"...What is it? Something else?"
Feeling his strong body press against her back, enveloped by his masculine scent, Valentina's cheeks flushed unnaturally. She turned her head and asked softly.
"Thanks to you today. How should I thank you?"
As Chuck spoke, his hand moved with aggressive dominance up to her perky breasts. His lower body pressed tight against her firm, warm buttocks, grinding deliberately.
Their breathing quickened simultaneously. Excitement flashed in Valentina's eyes. After a moment's hesitation, she gritted her teeth and answered in a slightly husky voice.
"Sex is fine. That makes me feel good. I like your thing..."
"Understood."
Chuck smiled and nodded, kissing her reddened earlobe.
"Tonight, I guarantee you'll scream until you're hoarse."
With a firm slap on her ass, Valentina pursed her lips, suppressing the urge to turn and tackle him, and walked slowly back the way they came.
Watching her disappear into the tropical jungle, Chuck began his exploration.
The outskirts of the leopard's territory were open and empty, making exploration easy. Within half an hour, Chuck had thoroughly scouted the area.
As expected, resources were scarce.
Aside from shrubs, there was only a strange type of tree scattered sparsely across the outskirts.
Initially, Chuck ignored them. Tall, straight trunks, grey bark with sporadic thorns, sparse leaves—they didn't look valuable.
Until he noticed bulging, oval fruits hanging from the branches of a few trees. The skin was cracked like sun-baked leather.
His Master Botanist perception triggered inexplicably, piquing his interest.
He jumped and picked one. It felt light. Taking out his knife, he gently pried the shell...
Pop. The fruit cracked open, and a fluffy white mass spilled out, trembling in the wind.
Chuck froze. He touched the fluffy white substance, then looked up at the dense fruits on the trees.
A surprised smile spread across his face.
Unexpected indeed.
The fiber felt like wool or cotton—dense but not strong, light as air, non-sticky, completely dry. Black seeds were scattered within the white fluff, falling out with a shake.
Tree cotton! (Kapok)
Although Chuck didn't know exactly what it was, the cotton-like fiber explained the perception trigger.
His earlier idea of shaving goats for bedding had been a pipe dream, disappointing him slightly.
After developing this far, his women still slept on lifejackets and animal skins. It felt a bit shabby for their current living conditions.
But now, the situation changed. This cotton-like fiber, combined with fiber cloth or future silk, was perfect for making bedding!
Chuck didn't hesitate. He picked a dozen fruits to take back to Julia.
He thought this place was empty, but it yielded a surprise harvest...
Before leaving, Chuck looked toward the distant lake again.
The scattered herds had returned to the water's edge, leisurely grazing as if the terrifying roar had never happened.
The giant rock was empty again.
Chuck frowned, grinding his molars. With a long sigh, he finally turned into the jungle.
The closer to the final boss, the calmer he needed to be.
He wasn't the fearless loner he used to be. He had people who loved him and whom he loved, responsibilities to bear. In pursuit of victory, he could pay many prices, but death was absolutely not one of them.
...
"Wow! Darling, this is Kapok!"
On the bench under the awning, Julia, fresh from the greenhouse and smelling of sweet sweat, snuggled into Chuck's arms. Examining the fruit, her exquisite face lit up with the same surprise as Chuck's.
"Can we use it like cotton?"
Chuck chuckled, pinching her cheek.
"Of course! This is great stuff. Not just the fiber for stuffing; the bark and flowers are medicinal, and the seeds can be pressed for oil."
Seeing Julia's shining eyes, Chuck nodded with satisfaction.
"Then I'll leave it to you. Growing it nearby would be best. Tell me if you need anything."
"Okay, Darling, leave it to me~"
The hot blonde mare agreed readily. She spread her legs enthusiastically, pressing her soft, full upper body against him, and sealed his lips with hers.
They kissed passionately in broad daylight, oblivious to anyone else.
As the companion who had been with Chuck the longest, witnessing his journey to this day, Julia and Chuck had settled into an old married couple dynamic. Whenever, wherever, if they weren't busy and the mood struck, kissing, hugging, or even stripping down for sex was normal.
Like now.
Familiar sweet breath filled their mouths. The exquisite sensation of her body, though experienced countless times, still intoxicated Chuck. As their tongues tangled, a nimble hand slipped into his pants, accurately finding the erect dragon and massaging his most comfortable spot with tender fingertips.
Chuck didn't back down. While sucking her tongue, he rubbed her crotch through her shorts, his fingers quickly finding wetness.
Because they were an old couple, they knew exactly how to please each other and enjoyed doing it.
Smack. Lips parted with a string of saliva.
"Darling, did you... go hunting again today?"
Julia looked at her man with infatuation, panting softly, licking the corner of his mouth like a kitten.
Though she didn't know his exact goal, her woman's intuition told her a lot.
Chuck didn't hide it. He nodded with a smile.
"Indeed."
"Oh~ My big hero..."
Julia felt an unbearable itch between her legs.
Her deep-seated attraction to strength sent the mare into heat instantly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard again.
"Mmph—love you, love you so much..."
In the deep kiss, Julia's eyes turned into heart shapes. Her garden flooded like a swamp. Unable to suppress the emptiness and itch, she shook her round pink butt, unbuttoned her shorts, grabbed Chuck's dragon, and stuffed it urgently between her legs.
"Mmph—ohhh—hoooo—"
The scalding, massive head rubbed against her inner walls. Overwhelmed by lust, Julia felt like an itch was finally scratched. She trembled all over, chin up, mouth open in a cry of pure pleasure.
After being fucked by Chuck so much, the hot blonde mare had gradually turned into a proper breeding sow, her moans becoming more and more flavorful.
Julia rolled her eyes back, golden lashes trembling. She swayed her waist, squeezing him with her inner flesh, looking at him drunkenly, her breath hot and sweet.
"Darling, does my inside feel good?"
"Good. Soft and hot. Feels amazing."
Chuck leaned back, eyes narrowing, praising her honestly.
Hearing his answer, Julia smiled blissfully. Her pink toes curled on his thighs. She twisted her hot waist, whispering anxiously in his ear.
"Darling, I... want to be on the bottom."
Chuck raised an eyebrow and nodded with a smile.
"Okay."
He always satisfied a woman's request, especially regarding sex.
Well, this time on an outdoor bench.
He cupped her bouncy buttocks, stood up, and tossed the blonde mare onto his seat. He stripped her clothes off in seconds, then grabbed her tender ankles, spreading them wide apart.
"Ohhh?!!"
Treated so forcefully, Julia let out an excited squeal. Her hands nervously covered her full breasts. Her snowy legs, split wide, glowed in the sunlight. Her pink toes and arches curled unconsciously. Her pink center was sticky, steaming, and emitting a rich, sweet feminine scent.
Chuck held her legs, pressing down slowly. Looking at her face flushed red with excitement, he smiled wickedly and whispered.
"How about a taste of violence for a change? Little foreign slut."
"Violence...?"
To Julia, this word sounded better than anything in the world. Her blue eyes widened, and she nodded eagerly like a sex addict.
Chuck stepped forward, aligned the head, and thrust with explosive power.
Bam!
Instantly, Julia's wide-spread legs trembled violently. Her toes curled and spasmed, eyes rolled back, belly bulged, and a stream of water was forcibly squeezed out from below.
"OHHHH—YESSS!!!"
The hot, tall mare, legs split like a gymnast, was pinned to the bench and pounded ruthlessly. Every thrust shook the bench and made Julia scream in heavenly pleasure.
Anyone seeing this would be shaken to the core.
Getting more into it, Julia's hidden masochism was fully unleashed. Under Chuck's storm-like assault, eyes rolling and fluids spraying, she screamed in a trembling voice.
"I'm Darling's slut! A shameless white whore! A stupid woman only fit to be Darling's cup!!!"
Her snowy legs, forced into a split, spasmed at high frequency. Clear fluid sprayed like a shower head.
Seeing the beauty beneath him so utterly depraved, Chuck could no longer hold back his desire to conquer.
He leaned down to the dazed Julia's ear and announced in a husky voice.
"I'm entering your womb."