CHAPTER 42: RUTH WILL BE MINE

A broken groan tore from my throat as my hips rolled into Hina’s touch, my cock aching for more—more pressure, more friction, more of her. But it wasn’t just Hina’s hand I wanted. It was everything.

The image of Ruth flashed behind my eyes—her long, silver-white hair spilling over pillows, those full, pouty lips parting in a gasp as I pushed inside her.

I could almost feel the way her body would move beneath mine, her thighs trembling as she spread them wider, her cunt slick and begging for me. The thought alone made my cock throb, a sharp, almost painful pulse of need.

And then—Ada.

Ruth’s mother.

The thought slithered into my mind, dark and intoxicating. If I could take Ruth, make her mine, then why not Ada too? The older woman’s body, still ripe, still hungry—had she ever been properly fucked?

Had she ever been stretched open by a cock that knew how to ruin her? The idea sent a filthy rush through me. I could deceive her. Seduce her. Make her crave me the way her daughter would.

I could have both.

The thought was intoxicating.

My cock jerked in Hina’s grip, leaking another thick bead of pre-cum, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I could almost taste it—the way Ruth would whimper as I filled her, the way Ada’s nails would dig into my back as she came undone.

Kerry stepped forward, her voice cutting through the haze of pleasure like a blade. "Hina, I think Ruth would be best for Dexter," she said, her tone firm, almost possessive.

"She’s a little older than he, but she can take care of him. And after her father died while protecting the tribe..." She paused, her eyes flicking to me, then back to Hina.

"We’ve struggled to justify giving them food in winter. But if Ruth follows Dexter, we can provide for Ada and her without breaking the rules. It’s what we owe them."

Ryan nodded in agreement, his voice gruff with approval. "It’s the best solution. Ruth’s father gave his life for the tribe. We can’t take care of his family otherwise—not without breaking the hierarchy. But if they follow Dexter, we can ensure they’re fed. It’s what we owe them."

Hina’s fingers still hadn’t left my cock. She gave me one last, slow stroke, her thumb pressing against the slick tip, sending another jolt of pleasure through me.

"Then it’s settled," she said, her voice husky, her breath warm against my skin. "Ruth will be yours, Dexter. And she’ll take very good care of you."

I should have been excited. The thought of having Ruth—beautiful, kind Ruth—to myself should have been enough. She was no less stunning than those stars from Hollywood, with her full lips and curves that made my mouth water.

But as I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself pretending to be kind, my voice barely steady. "Aunt Hina... I don’t want to force Sister Ruth..."

Kerry’s eyes sharpened, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "So you do like Ruth..."

She chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Dexter, do you know... even if your Sister Ruth wanted to follow someone, no one would accept her?"

I shook my head, my cock throbbing in Hina’s grip.

Kerry’s voice dropped, her tone almost conspiratorial. "Because if Ruth follows a man, that man has to take care of Ruth and Ada. Feed two mouths in winter, which is difficult for anyone of any status, even as a hunter. And if someone had a kid..."

She trailed off, her meaning clear. "We’d have to share our food with the kid, with only two people’s rations. No one wants that burden."

She stepped closer, her gaze locking onto mine. "So your sister Ruth will be happy when she knows you want her as your woman. And I think Ruth..." Her voice softened, almost affectionate. "She is a beautiful girl. And she’s kind. She’ll take care of your kids."

The image of Ruth flashed in my mind again—her white-streaked hair, her soft hands, the way she moved with quiet grace. And then Ada, her mother, her body still full and warm, her eyes wise with age and experience. The thought of both of them—mother and daughter—under my care, under my body, made my cock twitch violently in Hina’s hand.

Hina’s voice pulled me back to the present. "Dexter, Ryan, and I will go talk to Ruth and Ada. They’ll be happy..." She paused, her fingers giving my cock one last, lingering stroke. "Especially Ada, knowing someone is actually willing to be with Ruth."

She stood, her leaves shifting slightly, and for a moment, I caught a glimpse of her thighs, the shadow between them, the hint of dampness that made my throat go dry. Then she was gone, the flap of the hut falling back into place, leaving me alone in the darkness.

My cock still throbbed, aching and heavy, my body burning with need. My mind was consumed with the image of Ruth—her thighs spread wide, her cunt glistening and wet, taking every inch of me until neither of us could think straight.

But as the moonlight faded and the silence settled around me, one thought burned brighter than the rest:

It wouldn’t be her.

And that made me want to fuck Ruth harder.

The moment Hina, Ryan, and Mitt stepped out of the hut, the air between Kerry and me grew thick with something unspoken—something raw and hungry.

Kerry lingered, her eyes locked onto my cock, still swollen and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. She bit her lower lip, her breath coming faster, as if she were fighting an internal battle.

Then, in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, she spoke.

"Dexter..." Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, and my cock jerked in response. "Are you sure your cock isn’t hurting? It looks just like it did this morning... so swollen... so angry..." Her gaze flicked up to mine, dark and hungry, before dropping back down to where my cock pulsed, the tip already slick with pre-cum. "Should I use my saliva... and see if it helps?"

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.

Kerry sank to her knees in front of me, the movement slow, deliberate, like she was savoring every second. The leaves covering her body shifted, parting just enough to give me a glimpse of the soft flesh of her thighs, the shadowed heat between them.