CHAPTER 14: KERRY’S SUFFOCATING TITS

She spoke as if discussing the weather, her fingers idly brushing against the fabric of her own covering. "The cock is what allows a woman to bear children when a man’s seed is placed inside her."

"After all," she continued, oblivious to the heat crawling up my neck, "It is the cock that plants the seed inside us. Without it, there would be no children, no tribe, no future." She tilted her head, studying me with guileless curiosity.

She spoke of survival, of tradition—her words steady, deliberate—but my focus had long since strayed. All I could imagine was the way her lips might tremble apart if I showed her just how raw, how immediate a man’s hunger could be.

"Do you..." Her voice faltered, her eyes darting downward for the briefest moment—just long enough to steal the air from my lungs.

"Does it... Bother you?" she finally murmured, her gaze flicking toward the loose leaves draped around my waist, the ones barely concealing the weight of my arousal.

Uncomfortable? No. Torturous was the word. Exquisite. Maddening.

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice steady. "Sometimes."

Her nod was sage, satisfied. "Then you understand why we must protect it."

Oh, Kerry, I thought, I don’t want to protect it. I want to ruin it—for you.

I noticed Kerry didn’t blush and shy away from the topic, but took it as a normal conversation.

I guess they didn’t have any perverts like me with them. I looked at Kerry, an idea forming in my mind. I decided to go with it and created a story full of lies.

"Aunt Kerry," I said, "My grandfather was able to cure all kinds of diseases before he passed away, and he taught me all his knowledge. If anybody gets sick, I can help them, but my grandfather only taught me about a woman’s body." The thought of using my knowledge to help the women, to touch them and earn what I liked to call "Pervert Points," was a mix of desire and anticipation.

Kerry’s eyes widened in surprise. "That’s great. Maybe you can help the Village Chief’s woman. I forgot to tell you, she is my friend, and we played together as kids. But after she got together with Ryan, she acts differently, feels frustrated and angry at all of us for something or another." Her words were a mix of concern and curiosity, a reminder of the complex social structures that existed even in this primitive world. The thought of helping Hina, of touching her and earning those Pervert Points, was a mix of desire and anticipation.

I knew that I had to be patient, to bide my time and find a way to earn those Pervert Points without raising suspicion. But the desire was there, burning within me, a constant reminder of the needs and wants that were still very much a part of me.

I looked at Kerry, my mind racing with thoughts of the women, of their bodies, of the potential for pleasure and reward. "Aunt Kerry," I said, "What do women in our tribe like in a man?" The thought was a mix of curiosity and desire, a reminder of the needs and wants that were still very much a part of me.

As Kerry’s fingers ruffled through my hair, her touch sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock. Her voice was warm, almost hypnotic, as she laid out what it took to be a man in this tribe.

"Women like a man who is strong, who can provide for them and their children. They like a man who is kind and gentle, who can make them feel safe and protected." Her words wrapped around me like a promise, but all I could think about was how badly I wanted to provide for her—right now, on the damn spot.

Her hand dropped from my head, and for a second, I thought she might trail it lower, but instead, she gestured toward my crotch with a smirk. "Even if your height has increased to this... You are still a kid. You don’t have any hair on your face, and even down there." Her fingers hovered just inches from my cock, and I had to bite back a groan. Fuck, if she touched me, I’d explode right then.

"When you have hair like your Uncle Mitt and others... then you’re considered grown up. And then you can find a woman... to have a child with." Her words hung in the air, thick with implication. My mind raced with filthy images—her hands on me, her body pressed against mine, her teaching me exactly what it meant to be a man.

I glanced down at her leaf-covered tits, the way they rose and fell with each breath, the nipples just barely hidden beneath the flimsy covering.

My cock twitched, aching to be free, to show her just how grown I could be. I imagined ripping those leaves off, burying my face between her thighs, and making her scream until she forgot all about hair and age and tribe rules.

"I’ll grow fast, Aunt Kerry," I growled, my voice rough like the scrape of flint against stone. "I’ll hunt the biggest beasts. Build the strongest shelter. No storm, no beast, no rival tribe will touch you." I said this to win over Kerry... I am sure these women haven’t heard sweet words...

Then, with a suddenness that stole my breath, she pulled me into her arms, her embrace crushing me against the soft, overwhelming weight of her body. "Oh..." she murmured, her voice thick with teasing warmth, "then you’d better keep your word, little hunter. Protect your aunt well... and don’t forget me when you find a woman of your own."

My fingers twitched, then landed—a deliberate, grazing brush against the leaves clinging to her chest. The contact sent a jolt through me, but the real thrill came when my face pressed forward, muffled against the warm weight of her breasts.

Then I saw it.

The translucent overlay flickered—100 points on each breast vanishing the moment my skin made contact, the system registering my touch like a predator claiming territory. Only the 200-point dots over her nipples remained, pulsing faintly, daring me.

I pulled back just enough to check my total—298. A smirk tugged at my lips. Easy. Too easy. But then I remembered the prices in that damn supernatural supermarket—skills and abilities locked behind numbers so high they might as well have been written in blood. Still. Points were points. And I’d take what I could get.

The air thickened between us as Kerry’s nipples pushed through the flimsy cover of leaves, dark and swollen, practically begging for my mouth.

The heat rolling off her skin, the way her heavy tits pressed against me—it was too much. My lungs burned, but not from lack of air. No, it was the way her body smothered me, the way her breath hitched when I shifted just right, like she didn’t even realize how badly she was teasing me.