CHAPTER 151: TUSK’S GIRL, MY PROPERTY

Tusk’s eyes moved rapidly from me to Kina and back, confusion mixed with wonder on his face. Tusk had his hand wrapped around his half-hardened and was shaking his head, muttering almost inaudibly. He said, "Not really... I don’t even understand what is going on. It seems so difficult, you know..."His eyes first hovered over his manhood and then at mine, and he clearly was comparing the difference in size and boldness."

Kina let out an annoyed sigh, pushing herself up slightly on her elbows, her voice sharp with frustration. "Tusk... how can that be? Dexter is working so hard to teach you!"

Kina was scolding him harshly, her face still showing the pleasure I had taken from her, and her voice dipped in venom. "Do you even have the slightest intention of learning? Or are you just going to stand there and not help like a useless—" She got cut off by her groan, her body still sensitive and sore from the brutal fucking I had given her. She shifted and grimaced, her pussy swollen and reddened, her anus throbbing from being stretched so thoroughly.

Her change in position, her caught breath due to the pain, was quite a picture, and her fingers pressing the cold bed as if to get support were not indiscernible to me. The view of her like this—used, marked, owned—gave me a dark, wicked thrill.

My voice was quite low and dark as I moved my face nearer to hers. "Sister... do you want me to teach Brother Tusk again?"

Kina’s breathing became irregular, and her eyes reflected a bit of weariness, but at the same time desire. "But... my pussy... is so tired..." She had bit her lip and spoke in a very low tone. "Your cock cannot be allowed again, Dexter... and if you don’t want others to know about it, then—

I agreed with her point. The last thing that the tribe would want is to have my strength and virility in question. Kina then looked at Tusk, who was still there with his half-hard hand and flashing a mixture of awe and insecurity on his face.

Trying to reassure Kina, Tusk was quick with his head shake, and his voice, though shaky, was steady. "Do not be anxious, Kina. I will not disclose it to anyone."

Expelling a slow breath, Kina did let her body relax slightly, but the tension still remained in her muscles. She looked at me again; her eyes were a mixture of trust and something darker—something that indicated to me that she was fully aware of my capability.

I smiled devilishly, my hand still on her thigh, my fingers casually tracing circles on her skin. "That’s good because Brother Tusk still doesn’t know much... and you Sisters are going to help me teach him."

Tusk’s eyes were like saucers; he was visibly tightening his grip on his cock while watching us, and his brain was working a mile a minute trying to figure out the heaviness of my implication. He wanted to learn. He had to. And when I was through with him, he would get the real definition of a cuckold: the torment of desiring a woman who is not his, but he can never deny her, the humiliation of knowing that it is his cock that will get hard upon seeing me fucking her.

But initially, I needed to verify the Cuckold God’s power.

I very secretly powered Eternal Vitality. It was a little energy that was infused into Kina just enough to revitalize her—just enough that she would be strong, but definitely not enough to heal the swollen pussy between her legs. Her overly tight pussy and sore butthole would still be throbbing, but her body would have the stamina to take me again.

Kina’s voice was so unexpected, it startled everyone with its tone, "Dexter... I suddenly feel like my pussy can take it..."

My lips formed a very dark and sarcastic smile. Wonderful.

It was not only a visual pleasure for me to look at her breasts—I went ahead and grabbed them with my hand, my fingers digging into the stone bed as I pulled her closer, my voice a low, commanding growl. "Brother, come over this time and watch closely."

Without thinking twice, Tusk went to the side of the stone bed, his eyes glued to the indecent act as I aligned my cock with Kina’s still-swollen pussy. The head was pressed against her folds, easily parting them despite the sore young love, her wetness already covering me as I inserted the tip delicately into her entrance.

Kina kept screaming loudly, "Aaaah—!" as I continued to push inside her tight, sensitive, and her back arched. "Dexter—! It...still hurts—! But it feels so good—!!" Her voice was a blend of suffering and happiness, her fingers tearing the furs beneath her as I started fucking her, my hips slapping against her ass with every thrust.

Tusk was breathing unevenly, his arm moving in jerks as he held his cock tightly and witnessed the penetration of my cock into her, while the sounds of the wet, vile acts were resonating in the hut. "D-Dexter...!"

He was choking on the words, his eyes full of belief and agony at the same time. "She’s taking you again... even though she’s sore—!! How is she—ngh—! How is she still this wet—?!?"

Instead of talking to him, I intensified my attack on Kina by grabbing her hips with more force and more violent rapes of my thrusts, and in decided to continue with my deep and punishing strokes.

Kina’s cries were getting louder and louder; she was sobbing profusely as her rawness was being taken by me. "Dexter—! Oh gods—! It hurts—! But I need it—!!" Her pussy was tight around me, her juices running down her thighs as her body was betraying her; her arousal was increasing despite her being sore.

Now Tusk’s cock was as hard as a rock, he was applying more pre-cum at the tip as he was rubbing himself, and his eyes were stuck on the way my cock was stretching Kina’s pussy, and the way her body was shaking with each and every thrust. "D-Dexter... I-I can’t—" His voice was breaking, his hand speeding up, and his breath becoming ragged gasps. "My cock...it’s harder than ever...just from watching—!!"