CHAPTER 44: RUTH’S HUT

She didn’t just hand it to me—she helped me tie it, her hands lingering on my waist, her thumbs tracing the ridges of my hips as if she were memorizing every inch of my skin.

"Here," she murmured, her voice low and rough, her breath warm against my stomach. "Let’s go, Dexter." Her fingers tightened slightly on the knot of the skirt, pulling me just a little closer, her body pressing against mine for a fleeting second.

"And don’t be nervous." Her eyes flicked up to mine, dark and heavy with something that wasn’t just concern. "It is my duty... to help you with your first night with Ruth."

My stomach twisted at her words. Wait—what does she mean? How is she going to help me with Ruth?

Before I could ask, Hina let out a low, knowing chuckle, her smirk deepening as she watched Kerry’s hands adjust the leaves around my hips.

"Dexter," she said, her voice dripping with amusement, "maybe you don’t know... but in our tribe, the day a man has a woman who follows him, it’s the man’s mother—or in your case, your aunt—who guides him properly." Her eyes gleamed with mischief, her gaze flicking down to the obvious bulge beneath my skirt. "So he won’t waste his seed in a hurry... or hurt the girl."

My cock jerked violently, the tip already leaking again at the thought. Kerry’s fingers stilled against my waist, her breath hitching just slightly before she forced her voice to stay steady.

"Dexter, don’t be sad," she said, her tone soft but thick with something darker, something hungrier. "I, your aunt, will guide you well." Her thumb pressed against the fabric of the skirt, right where the head of my cock strained against it, and I bit back a groan.

Her words sent a jolt of white-hot lust straight to my cock, the cock thickening painfully, pressing against the flimsy leaves.

I could already imagine it—Kerry’s hands on me, her voice in my ear, guiding me as I buried myself inside Ruth for the first time. Would she touch me? Would she show me how to please her? Would she—?

I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears, my cock aching with the need for release. "Aunt—" I started, my voice rough.

"Shh." Kerry pressed a finger to my lips, her eyes dark with promise. "Let’s go, Dexter. Ruth and Ada must be waiting for us." Her hand slid down, her fingers brushing against the head of my cock one last time before she pulled away. "And don’t worry... I’ll make sure your first time is perfect."

As we walked through the village, the night air cool against my heated skin, Kerry’s words echoed in my mind, each one sending another jolt of lust straight to my cock.

The realization settled over me like a fever—hot, heavy, and intoxicating. There was no ritual. No marriage. No vows exchanged under the watchful eyes of the tribe. Just selection—raw, primal, and unapologetic.

A woman to breed. A family to build. A body to claim as my own. And Kerry—my aunt—would be there the whole time, her hands on my skin, her voice a dark whisper in my ear, her guidance ensuring I didn’t falter. Ensuring I didn’t fail.

The thought sent a fresh surge of blood rushing to my cock, the tip already slick with anticipation, the cock throbbing painfully beneath the leaf skirt. I could feel the dampness of my own arousal, the way my body betrayed just how badly I wanted this—how badly I wanted her.

Kerry’s voice cut through my thoughts, soft but laced with something raw. "Dexter... don’t forget about Aunt when you have your woman." Her fingers brushed against mine, her touch fleeting but charged. "I didn’t expect this day would come so soon."

I turned to her, my voice rough with need. "Aunt... I won’t forget you."

Her hand found mine again, her fingers intertwining with mine for just a second before pulling away. The loss of her touch sent a jolt through me, my cock twitching in response. "Don’t worry," she murmured, her voice thick with something unspoken. "I’ll take care of you... and Ruth."

Her words only stoked the fire burning inside me. I wasn’t just excited. I was starving—for Ruth, for Kerry, for the promise of what was to come.

As we approached Ruth and Ada’s hut, my heart hammered against my ribs, my cock throbbing with every step. Kerry’s words had set my mind ablaze, each syllable a promise of what was to come.

I could already see it—Ruth beneath me, her body arching as I pushed inside her, her breath hitching as I filled her completely. And Kerry would be there, her hands on my skin, her voice guiding me, her presence ensuring I claimed Ruth the way a man should.

I realized Ruth’s hut was the same place where we’d all gathered for dinner earlier—the heart of the tribe’s evening warmth. The fire, still burning strong, sat directly between her hut and the one facing it, its flames licking the air as they roasted the last remnants of meat.

The glow was intense, casting a golden halo over the clearing, and I noticed fresh logs had just been added to the embers, ensuring the fire would last deep into the night.

"Don’t be nervous, Dexter," Kerry murmured, her voice low and husky as we stopped just outside the hut. Her fingers brushed against my arm, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. "I’ll be with you every step of the way." Her breath was warm against my ear, her words a dark caress.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight with desire, my cock aching with the need for release. "I trust you, Aunt," I managed, my voice rough with need.

Kerry’s lips curled into a smile, her eyes dark with promise. "Good boy," she whispered, her hand brushing against mine one last time, her fingers lingering just long enough to send another jolt of lust through me. Then, with a final, knowing look, she pushed the flap of the hut aside, the dim light from inside spilling out to greet us.

"Now," she murmured, her voice a dark purr, "let’s go make Ruth yours."

The flap of the hut rustled as Kerry stepped inside, her hips swaying just enough to draw my eyes to the curve of her ass beneath the thin leaf wrap. My cock, already half-hard from the anticipation, twitched as I followed her in.

"Sister Ada..." Kerry called, her voice warm but carrying that edge of command she used when she wanted something.

And then she stepped into view.

Ada.

Fuck.

Her wrap was tied loosely, the fabric clinging to her heavy tits, the deep cleavage practically begging for my hands, my mouth. The firelight made her skin glow, highlighting the way her hips still had that swing, that weight of a woman who knew what she was doing. She wasn’t young like Ruth, but she was experienced. And that made her dangerous.