Charlie tiredly move his head up from the pillow.
“No!” the Chiefess cried, pushing his head against his pillow for the about fifth time that day. Staring angrily at him, she used her legs to tighten her grip around his thighs. Placing a hand around his neck to secure him, she placed a piece of a red fruit to his lips.
Only about an hour ago did the head merchant “willingly” sell her the food. Yet still he assumed she wasn’t aware of what kind of fruit this was. It was an incredibly alcoholic fruit, usually used as a way to add flavour to the native wines if for some god forsaken reason the other merchants thought the drink wasn’t alcoholic enough.
“S..” he was cut off by the Chiefess trying cram a berry into his mouth. Narrowing his eyes at her, he tried to push the hand away. Tightening her grip around his neck, he quickly got her message and relinquished his counterattack.
“Wai!” again he tried to speak, and again she pushed a berry to his lips. Keeping his eyes narrowed, he studied her. For a moment there was silence as she kept the berry against his lips, waiting for them to open.
Seeing her eyes were locked with his, he came up with an idea. Without moving his head, he looked to the side at the translation book. A few more times of looking at her then at the book, and finally she turned her head to follow his gaze. Taking her hand from his neck, but still keeping the berry secured against his lips, she moved her hand to grab the book. Taking the book, she began to flick through the pages one handed. After a little while she made a sentence and went to speak.
Now.
Jumping, he snatched the berry from her hand and forced it into her mouth. For a moment she went wide eyes as she realised what he did. Tasting the berry, she decided to show to him that it did no harm by eating to. Upon her sharp canines piercing the berry though, she began to splutter and cough at the overwhelming taste of alcohol and fruit. Chuckling, Charlie watched as she yelled and spat out a few words in her native tongue which he could have only assumed to be swears.
Notching his laugher, her eyes locked onto him once again. Snarling, she leapt onto him. Biting and nibbling at his neck, she moved one of her hands into the bowl that contained the fruit. Using her other hand, she managed to pry his jaw open. Grabbing the fruit, she shoved it into his mouth.
“Bastard!” he yelled as she kept him pinned under her. Taking the fruit into his mouth, the Chiefess forced him to chew. A wide smirk came over her face as she watched him also splutter and cough as the taste of the vile berry.
Regaining what he could of his composure, he leapt past and to the bowl. Picking up a handful of berries, he positioned himself along the side of the bed. Grabbing a berry from his palm, he readied himself to pounce. The Chiefess went to grab some ammunition of her own, but as she took in a breath to quickly pounce, he threw a berry.
The merry landed into her mouth. And as her mouth closed, taking in a breath, her large, sharp teeth punctured the fruit. Releasing all of its foul taste into her mouth. Not being one to admit defeat, the Chiefess grabbed some berries and charged at him. Her mouth parched from the taste of alcohol irritating her as she wished to retrieve a drink from the cup of weaker wine on the sideboard. That wine was mostly just tropical fruits than alcohol, so it would have been far better than the berry.
Ideas of how the tropical drink partially clouded her mind, giving Charlie a chance to leap to the side and avoid her attack. Snapping back to her senses, she landed on the bed and prepared to attack again. This time she managed to pin him. Holding him down, she prepared to stuff a handful of berries into his mouth.
“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” a gentle native voice said from the doorway. Looking up, Charlie looked to see Nolkonoe standing in the doorway.
“My saving grace!” Charlie cheered in relief. The relief was short lived though as the Chiefess shoved her handful of berries into his mouth. Happy to see that she had won, she moved off the bed and over to Nolkonoe.
“How may I help you?” she said, grinning as she looked back to see Charlie trying to spit up the berries.
“Good thank you,” Nolkonoe said, trying to figure out which of the two equally as immature idiots were responsible for the situation unfolding behind the Chiefess.
“I’m just here to drop of the three coins promised,” Nolkonoe said, still watching Charlie and considering weather or not to help him.
“Ah yes, for when he ‘leaves’” the Chiefess said, laughing slightly. Nolkonoe pointed to Charlie as he used the side of the bed cloth to wipe the taste of the alcoholic berries from his tongue.
“Is he alright?” Nolkonoe questioned.
“Yes,” the Chiefess said, quickly waddling in front of her to block the view of Charlie.
“I see, well are we still doing the thing tonight,” she said smirking at the Chiefess.
“Well, I think we should move it until two days, when I shall claim Charlie,” the Chiefess explained. Both looked to Charlie as he sat on the bed.
“Fucking hell I need a drink of water,” he said, getting up and walking to the door. Stopping, he started to scour the room for his clothes. Seeing he most likely had the intentions to leave, the Chiefess looked to Nolkonoe.
“I’ve changed my mind, bring the rope and oil. There is no reason why we can’t do this twice,” Nolkonoe’s face lit up to the Chiefess’s words.
Leaning out the door, she yelled to her vultures, including the order to bring him some water. Charlie had only gotten his trousers on before he looked up to see the Chiefess towering over him. Grabbing him by the arms, she lifted him into the air.
“Excuse me?” he said as she ripped down his trousers before throwing him onto the bed.
Slowly a small group of women trickled into the room. Immediately seeing their attire, he identified them as members of the Vulture clan. A bright red blush invaded his cheeks as he noticed the exposed breasts of the native women. Smiling and giggling they surrounded him with large wooden bowls and pieces of vine.
“Wait a second, I know where this is going,” Charlie said as she tried to jump from his bed. Laughing, several Vultures pinned him on the bed. Quickly they bound him to the bed post as the last of them entered the room. Bound spread egal, he finally realised he was trapped. Twelve women stood around him, bowls of oils and fruits in their hands.
“I brought these from the head merchant. The food that is, the vine we just got from the local jungle,” Nolkonoe said casually as she stripped off her top.
“Wait, wait, wait, lets talk about this,” Charlie said, doing his best to find somewhere to look that wasn’t filled with the breasts of the tribal women.
“Relax, the Chiefess wishes for us to help pamper you today. Including today, you only have two days left before you leave. So, allow us to make our lands memorable to you,” Nolkonoe said as she joined the nude Chiefess in crawling onto Charlie’s chest.
They licked and kissed him like wolves as they moved up his body. Soon their mouths met his face and began to gently smother him in kisses. The other women descended upon him. Their hands gently worked across him, spreading and smearing oil onto his skin. Nolkonoe smirked as she felt an erection start to press against her thigh. Looking down to his now hardened member, she looked back to Charlie with a wide smirk.
“See, this isn’t that bad. We just want to pamper you a little,” she said, placing another kiss onto either side of his face. Charlie gave small moans and sighs as the women needed the oil into his flesh.
“What did he say?” the Chiefess said, her eyes hungrily eyeing his cock. Nolkonoe’s smirk widened. She had to admit she found it tempting to play a joke on them and purposely translate something completely wrong, but she decided against it.
“he said nothing, he simply moaned. I think you can have the first taste,” locking lips with him, she allowed the Chiefess to make the first move. Smiling, the Chiefess moved down his body. Pressing her breasts against his legs, she began to happily suckle on his cock.
“oh, good boy,” Nolkonoe whispered to him as he began to breath heavily.
“Your not used to this level of pleasure, are you?” She cooed as he turned his head to look at her.
“Why? Why do all this for me?” he said, looking into the loving eyes of the young man.
“I want to give you a gift. As well as the coins to show your family, I want to give them a letter to say you saved the Chiefess and now have a great relationship with our tribe,” she said, a warm smile on her face.
“Why… please just say why?” Charlie said as he struggled to not ejaculate into the mouth of the Chiefess as she bit, nibbled, and licked at his pines head.
“You did very well last night. I was very proud of you, my little warrior in the making,” Nolkonoe said, placing another kiss onto his head, and then another onto his lips.
“Thank you,” Charlie said as he allowed the natives to pamper him.
“There you go, no use fighting those who do not wish you harm,” she said as she gently ran her fingers through his hair.
Placing a few more kisses onto his lips, she felt him shake under her. A few strong words came from the Chiefess. Chuckling a little, she looked to see that Charlie had ejaculated onto the Chiefess’s face. Narrowing her eyes, she puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. Determined to get her fun out of the situation, she licked up the seaman before kissing, his dick.
“what’s she doing? I’ve already cum,” he said, beginning to twitch again against her lips.
“She’s just a little pouty that you came early before she could have any fun,” Nolkonoe said, before returning to kissing him. Once happy with her kisses, she began to lick his shaft as her hands played with his balls.
“Please, tell her to slow down,” Charlie said, feeling his body starting to heat up at the thought of the Chiefess riding him again like the other night.
“I’m sorry, but once she wants something, she takes it,” Nolkonoe looked into his eyes.
Parting her lips from his, she could see the look of happiness. How long had it been since she had seen such a look of joy in his eyes? Her pup really was becoming a wolf. Soon enough he would be a full wolf, this little ‘reward’ was simply a way to prepare him for the marking ceremony the next night. The Chiefess simply wanted to make sure he had her scent so that no other women would try to steal him within the time from now until tomorrow night.
The Chiefess began to suck his cock as her hands fondled his balls. The entire time the vulture women continued to massage oil into him.
“Relax for the rest of today. Tomorrow will be your last day here, and I’m sure it shall be exciting…” Nolkonoe said, getting a few chuckles from the few Vultures that understood English.
“The great mating ritual shall be fantastic,” Nolkonoe said in the native tongue, getting many more laughs and giggled from excited native women. The Chiefess took the entirety of his member into her mouth.
“Oh god, I don’t think I can handle this,” Charlie said, trying to move but finding his legs and arms were now numb. The women around him laughed as Nolkonoe kissed him again on the cheek.
“The oil numbs the body, consider it a favour as I am sure the Chiefess plans to be quite… extreme with you tonight,” Nolkonoe explained with a smirk, knowing that unless they forced him to, he would never allow himself to rest.
“Bastard. You’re lucky I may or may not like this,”
Charlie tiredly move his head up from the pillow.
“No!” the Chiefess cried, pushing his head against his pillow for the about fifth time that day. Staring angrily at him, she used her legs to tighten her grip around his thighs. Placing a hand around his neck to secure him, she placed a piece of a red fruit to his lips.
Only about an hour ago did the head merchant “willingly” sell her the food. Yet still he assumed she wasn’t aware of what kind of fruit this was. It was an incredibly alcoholic fruit, usually used as a way to add flavour to the native wines if for some god forsaken reason the other merchants thought the drink wasn’t alcoholic enough.
“S..” he was cut off by the Chiefess trying cram a berry into his mouth. Narrowing his eyes at her, he tried to push the hand away. Tightening her grip around his neck, he quickly got her message and relinquished his counterattack.
“Wai!” again he tried to speak, and again she pushed a berry to his lips. Keeping his eyes narrowed, he studied her. For a moment there was silence as she kept the berry against his lips, waiting for them to open.
Seeing her eyes were locked with his, he came up with an idea. Without moving his head, he looked to the side at the translation book. A few more times of looking at her then at the book, and finally she turned her head to follow his gaze. Taking her hand from his neck, but still keeping the berry secured against his lips, she moved her hand to grab the book. Taking the book, she began to flick through the pages one handed. After a little while she made a sentence and went to speak.
Now.
Jumping, he snatched the berry from her hand and forced it into her mouth. For a moment she went wide eyes as she realised what he did. Tasting the berry, she decided to show to him that it did no harm by eating to. Upon her sharp canines piercing the berry though, she began to splutter and cough at the overwhelming taste of alcohol and fruit. Chuckling, Charlie watched as she yelled and spat out a few words in her native tongue which he could have only assumed to be swears.
Notching his laugher, her eyes locked onto him once again. Snarling, she leapt onto him. Biting and nibbling at his neck, she moved one of her hands into the bowl that contained the fruit. Using her other hand, she managed to pry his jaw open. Grabbing the fruit, she shoved it into his mouth.
“Bastard!” he yelled as she kept him pinned under her. Taking the fruit into his mouth, the Chiefess forced him to chew. A wide smirk came over her face as she watched him also splutter and cough as the taste of the vile berry.
Regaining what he could of his composure, he leapt past and to the bowl. Picking up a handful of berries, he positioned himself along the side of the bed. Grabbing a berry from his palm, he readied himself to pounce. The Chiefess went to grab some ammunition of her own, but as she took in a breath to quickly pounce, he threw a berry.
The merry landed into her mouth. And as her mouth closed, taking in a breath, her large, sharp teeth punctured the fruit. Releasing all of its foul taste into her mouth. Not being one to admit defeat, the Chiefess grabbed some berries and charged at him. Her mouth parched from the taste of alcohol irritating her as she wished to retrieve a drink from the cup of weaker wine on the sideboard. That wine was mostly just tropical fruits than alcohol, so it would have been far better than the berry.
Ideas of how the tropical drink partially clouded her mind, giving Charlie a chance to leap to the side and avoid her attack. Snapping back to her senses, she landed on the bed and prepared to attack again. This time she managed to pin him. Holding him down, she prepared to stuff a handful of berries into his mouth.
“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” a gentle native voice said from the doorway. Looking up, Charlie looked to see Nolkonoe standing in the doorway.
“My saving grace!” Charlie cheered in relief. The relief was short lived though as the Chiefess shoved her handful of berries into his mouth. Happy to see that she had won, she moved off the bed and over to Nolkonoe.
“How may I help you?” she said, grinning as she looked back to see Charlie trying to spit up the berries.
“Good thank you,” Nolkonoe said, trying to figure out which of the two equally as immature idiots were responsible for the situation unfolding behind the Chiefess.
“I’m just here to drop of the three coins promised,” Nolkonoe said, still watching Charlie and considering weather or not to help him.
“Ah yes, for when he ‘leaves’” the Chiefess said, laughing slightly. Nolkonoe pointed to Charlie as he used the side of the bed cloth to wipe the taste of the alcoholic berries from his tongue.
“Is he alright?” Nolkonoe questioned.
“Yes,” the Chiefess said, quickly waddling in front of her to block the view of Charlie.
“I see, well are we still doing the thing tonight,” she said smirking at the Chiefess.
“Well, I think we should move it until two days, when I shall claim Charlie,” the Chiefess explained. Both looked to Charlie as he sat on the bed.
“Fucking hell I need a drink of water,” he said, getting up and walking to the door. Stopping, he started to scour the room for his clothes. Seeing he most likely had the intentions to leave, the Chiefess looked to Nolkonoe.
“I’ve changed my mind, bring the rope and oil. There is no reason why we can’t do this twice,” Nolkonoe’s face lit up to the Chiefess’s words.
Leaning out the door, she yelled to her vultures, including the order to bring him some water. Charlie had only gotten his trousers on before he looked up to see the Chiefess towering over him. Grabbing him by the arms, she lifted him into the air.
“Excuse me?” he said as she ripped down his trousers before throwing him onto the bed.
Slowly a small group of women trickled into the room. Immediately seeing their attire, he identified them as members of the Vulture clan. A bright red blush invaded his cheeks as he noticed the exposed breasts of the native women. Smiling and giggling they surrounded him with large wooden bowls and pieces of vine.
“Wait a second, I know where this is going,” Charlie said as she tried to jump from his bed. Laughing, several Vultures pinned him on the bed. Quickly they bound him to the bed post as the last of them entered the room. Bound spread egal, he finally realised he was trapped. Twelve women stood around him, bowls of oils and fruits in their hands.
“I brought these from the head merchant. The food that is, the vine we just got from the local jungle,” Nolkonoe said casually as she stripped off her top.
“Wait, wait, wait, lets talk about this,” Charlie said, doing his best to find somewhere to look that wasn’t filled with the breasts of the tribal women.
“Relax, the Chiefess wishes for us to help pamper you today. Including today, you only have two days left before you leave. So, allow us to make our lands memorable to you,” Nolkonoe said as she joined the nude Chiefess in crawling onto Charlie’s chest.
They licked and kissed him like wolves as they moved up his body. Soon their mouths met his face and began to gently smother him in kisses. The other women descended upon him. Their hands gently worked across him, spreading and smearing oil onto his skin. Nolkonoe smirked as she felt an erection start to press against her thigh. Looking down to his now hardened member, she looked back to Charlie with a wide smirk.
“See, this isn’t that bad. We just want to pamper you a little,” she said, placing another kiss onto either side of his face. Charlie gave small moans and sighs as the women needed the oil into his flesh.
“What did he say?” the Chiefess said, her eyes hungrily eyeing his cock. Nolkonoe’s smirk widened. She had to admit she found it tempting to play a joke on them and purposely translate something completely wrong, but she decided against it.
“he said nothing, he simply moaned. I think you can have the first taste,” locking lips with him, she allowed the Chiefess to make the first move. Smiling, the Chiefess moved down his body. Pressing her breasts against his legs, she began to happily suckle on his cock.
“oh, good boy,” Nolkonoe whispered to him as he began to breath heavily.
“Your not used to this level of pleasure, are you?” She cooed as he turned his head to look at her.
“Why? Why do all this for me?” he said, looking into the loving eyes of the young man.
“I want to give you a gift. As well as the coins to show your family, I want to give them a letter to say you saved the Chiefess and now have a great relationship with our tribe,” she said, a warm smile on her face.
“Why… please just say why?” Charlie said as he struggled to not ejaculate into the mouth of the Chiefess as she bit, nibbled, and licked at his pines head.
“You did very well last night. I was very proud of you, my little warrior in the making,” Nolkonoe said, placing another kiss onto his head, and then another onto his lips.
“Thank you,” Charlie said as he allowed the natives to pamper him.
“There you go, no use fighting those who do not wish you harm,” she said as she gently ran her fingers through his hair.
Placing a few more kisses onto his lips, she felt him shake under her. A few strong words came from the Chiefess. Chuckling a little, she looked to see that Charlie had ejaculated onto the Chiefess’s face. Narrowing her eyes, she puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. Determined to get her fun out of the situation, she licked up the seaman before kissing, his dick.
“what’s she doing? I’ve already cum,” he said, beginning to twitch again against her lips.
“She’s just a little pouty that you came early before she could have any fun,” Nolkonoe said, before returning to kissing him. Once happy with her kisses, she began to lick his shaft as her hands played with his balls.
“Please, tell her to slow down,” Charlie said, feeling his body starting to heat up at the thought of the Chiefess riding him again like the other night.
“I’m sorry, but once she wants something, she takes it,” Nolkonoe looked into his eyes.
Parting her lips from his, she could see the look of happiness. How long had it been since she had seen such a look of joy in his eyes? Her pup really was becoming a wolf. Soon enough he would be a full wolf, this little ‘reward’ was simply a way to prepare him for the marking ceremony the next night. The Chiefess simply wanted to make sure he had her scent so that no other women would try to steal him within the time from now until tomorrow night.
The Chiefess began to suck his cock as her hands fondled his balls. The entire time the vulture women continued to massage oil into him.
“Relax for the rest of today. Tomorrow will be your last day here, and I’m sure it shall be exciting…” Nolkonoe said, getting a few chuckles from the few Vultures that understood English.
“The great mating ritual shall be fantastic,” Nolkonoe said in the native tongue, getting many more laughs and giggled from excited native women. The Chiefess took the entirety of his member into her mouth.
“Oh god, I don’t think I can handle this,” Charlie said, trying to move but finding his legs and arms were now numb. The women around him laughed as Nolkonoe kissed him again on the cheek.
“The oil numbs the body, consider it a favour as I am sure the Chiefess plans to be quite… extreme with you tonight,” Nolkonoe explained with a smirk, knowing that unless they forced him to, he would never allow himself to rest.
“Bastard. You’re lucky I may or may not like this,”
