myself thinking with my cock when she is near me,” Dasheen admitted.
“This will be a long week of travel. Perhaps it is even more intimidating than the marathon week of harvesting,” Masan chuckled.
“Where is my Fista?” Dasheen growled.
“You may as well sit, Dasheen. The wait is a long one this evening. Most of the beast riders are busy unloading their cocks.”
Dasheen sat on a rock across from his friend. He found his own stick to stir through the embers, and the two men watched them climb to the sky with slight smiles on their faces.
Chapter III
“My son has found them, and they are returning with twenty three slaves. All of them are women,” Marel reported. She stood in front of the women’s table, facing the Kirabi leaders at the hastily called tribunal.
Vison gazed at Marel. He had been the first to breed her, and their son, Dasheen, had in turn become a leader among the Kirabi hunters. He ignored the weary lines around her eyes. She was only one of three women who had captured and tamed a banta, and she must have ridden long days to reach the Kirabi settlement so quickly. The women had not called for a tribunal or even informed the men that they had sent her to spy. “And what is their appearance? Are they withering, pale creatures?”
“No, Vison. They are small, as we predicted. They have retained their colored hair and eyes, and appear to be strong.” She arched an eyebrow. “The beast riders seemed to be quite enthralled with them.”
Vison felt his face flush with an excited, building stir in his groin. “They are not pathetically fragile from fighting the cold?” With the snows barely melted up north, he imagined that if the Vastara were found they would be close to starvation.
“No, Vison,” Marel insisted. She was irritated with his questioning. “They are the ‘ethereal beauties’ you men have obsessed over.” Marel turned to the women and they nodded in support. She returned her attention to Vison. “We have come to issue our demands.”
“Your demands , Marel?” Vison replied with a warning edge in his voice.
“Hear me out, beast riders. When these captives are brought to camp, it is going to cause dissension in the tribe,” Marel predicted. The women were well aware of how their men were led by their cocks. She observed the questioning looks on their faces. “It is true. You are going to have some who will say they were deliberately kept from joining the capture because Dasheen would not choose them. Others will simply refer back to our ancient law. This is what can work in our favor.”
“What ancient law?” Bentil muttered. If it were his choice, the women would have no place in the tribunals.
Marel appeased the ill-tempered man. “The ancient law that states all possessions of the tribe will be disbursed by the leaders. When Dasheen returns, we will take them to the training caves until you call a meeting to decide their ownership.”
Bentil stared at her in outrage, and then a small smile curled his lip. “Your son will be angry with this treachery.”
“Dasheen will have no choice but to abide by the First Tribe tradition. Bentil, by the cold winds of Flagar, these captives are going to cause a great disruption among the men. I found even my own thoughts wandering to training these creatures, and my fingers itched to grasp my whip or cane.” The men knew that Marel would never admit such a weakness if it were not true.
“Are we just to enjoy having our brothers try to manipulate our support with gifts and favors so they will be chosen? If we give these slaves to beast riders based on who has strategized our support, would this not cause an even greater problem?” Vison asked.
Marel once more glanced at the women. They nodded with conviction, and Marel turned back to the men. She stared into Vison’s dark eyes. “That is why the leaders will keep them.” The men turned to each other in quiet discussion, and Marel watched their expressions
“This will be a long week of travel. Perhaps it is even more intimidating than the marathon week of harvesting,” Masan chuckled.
“Where is my Fista?” Dasheen growled.
“You may as well sit, Dasheen. The wait is a long one this evening. Most of the beast riders are busy unloading their cocks.”
Dasheen sat on a rock across from his friend. He found his own stick to stir through the embers, and the two men watched them climb to the sky with slight smiles on their faces.
Chapter III
“My son has found them, and they are returning with twenty three slaves. All of them are women,” Marel reported. She stood in front of the women’s table, facing the Kirabi leaders at the hastily called tribunal.
Vison gazed at Marel. He had been the first to breed her, and their son, Dasheen, had in turn become a leader among the Kirabi hunters. He ignored the weary lines around her eyes. She was only one of three women who had captured and tamed a banta, and she must have ridden long days to reach the Kirabi settlement so quickly. The women had not called for a tribunal or even informed the men that they had sent her to spy. “And what is their appearance? Are they withering, pale creatures?”
“No, Vison. They are small, as we predicted. They have retained their colored hair and eyes, and appear to be strong.” She arched an eyebrow. “The beast riders seemed to be quite enthralled with them.”
Vison felt his face flush with an excited, building stir in his groin. “They are not pathetically fragile from fighting the cold?” With the snows barely melted up north, he imagined that if the Vastara were found they would be close to starvation.
“No, Vison,” Marel insisted. She was irritated with his questioning. “They are the ‘ethereal beauties’ you men have obsessed over.” Marel turned to the women and they nodded in support. She returned her attention to Vison. “We have come to issue our demands.”
“Your demands , Marel?” Vison replied with a warning edge in his voice.
“Hear me out, beast riders. When these captives are brought to camp, it is going to cause dissension in the tribe,” Marel predicted. The women were well aware of how their men were led by their cocks. She observed the questioning looks on their faces. “It is true. You are going to have some who will say they were deliberately kept from joining the capture because Dasheen would not choose them. Others will simply refer back to our ancient law. This is what can work in our favor.”
“What ancient law?” Bentil muttered. If it were his choice, the women would have no place in the tribunals.
Marel appeased the ill-tempered man. “The ancient law that states all possessions of the tribe will be disbursed by the leaders. When Dasheen returns, we will take them to the training caves until you call a meeting to decide their ownership.”
Bentil stared at her in outrage, and then a small smile curled his lip. “Your son will be angry with this treachery.”
“Dasheen will have no choice but to abide by the First Tribe tradition. Bentil, by the cold winds of Flagar, these captives are going to cause a great disruption among the men. I found even my own thoughts wandering to training these creatures, and my fingers itched to grasp my whip or cane.” The men knew that Marel would never admit such a weakness if it were not true.
“Are we just to enjoy having our brothers try to manipulate our support with gifts and favors so they will be chosen? If we give these slaves to beast riders based on who has strategized our support, would this not cause an even greater problem?” Vison asked.
Marel once more glanced at the women. They nodded with conviction, and Marel turned back to the men. She stared into Vison’s dark eyes. “That is why the leaders will keep them.” The men turned to each other in quiet discussion, and Marel watched their expressions
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