CHAPTER 30: RUTH’S SEXY MOTHER

I replied, " Hello, Sister Ruth... "The way her hide wrap hugged her hips, the way her ass swung slightly as she shifted her weight—it was maddening. I could already imagine my hands gripping those hips, pulling her onto my cock, feeling her tight, wet heat clench around me.

Kina grinned, pulling me along to the next woman. "And this is Aunt Vera."

Vera was older, her body mature and voluptuous, her blonde hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders. Her bronze skin gleamed in the firelight, the hide wrap she wore barely containing her large, heavy tits, the nipples dark and hard beneath the leaf.

My gaze dropped to her bush—thick, golden, curly—peeking out from beneath the edge of her wrap. The way her hips flared, the way her ass filled out the hide skirt, made my fingers itch to grab her, to squeeze that flesh as I fucked her from behind.

"Welcome to the tribe, little brother," Vera purred, her voice low and husky. "You’re going to fit in just fine."

I smirked, my voice dropping to a teasing tone. "I hope so, Aunt Vera."

She laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, I know so."

Suddenly, A woman stepped into the clearing, her long, white hair catching the firelight like silver.

"Mother!" Ruth called, standing up.

Kina tugged my hand again, leading me toward the last woman. "And this is Aunt Ada—Ruth’s mother."

Ada stepped into the firelight, her long white hair cascading down her back like a river of silver. She was older—fifties, maybe—but fuck, she was built. Her body was full, voluptuous, her tits large and heavy, straining against the hide wrap that barely contained them.

The leaves skirt clung to her wide hips, her ass round and firm, filling out the skirt in a way that made my cock throb. Her skin was pale like Ruth’s, but marked with years—lines around her eyes, scars on her arms—evidence of a life lived hard and well. Her blue eyes were sharp, knowing, as if she could see straight through me.

"Aunt Ada," Kina said, pulling me closer as the woman approached. "This is Dexter..." She grinned. "He’s my brother now."

"Hello, Dexter," Ada said, her voice deep and smooth, like warm honey. "Call me Aunt Ada, just like your sister."

"Aunt Ada," I repeated, my voice respectful, but my mind was already racing with filthy thoughts.

The way her hide wrap hugged her thick waist, the way her tits swelled above the leaf, the way her bush—white, like Ruth’s, but thicker, wilder—peeked out from beneath her skirt. I could already imagine kneeling between her thighs, burying my face in that soft, curly bush, licking her until she screamed.

Kina beamed up at me, her eyes shining with pride. "Dexter, you’re amazing..." She squeezed my hand. "A healer at such a young age..."

I shrugged, pretending modesty, though my gaze kept flicking between the women—Ruth’s slim, pale body, Vera’s mature curves, Ada’s full, voluptuous figure. "It’s nothing amazing, sister..." I glanced at Ada, then back at Kina. "My grandfather taught me everything..."

Kina turned to Vera, her voice excited. "Aunt Vera, hasn’t your waist been hurting these days?" She grinned. "Why don’t you let Dexter see it?"

Vera’s gaze snapped to me, her eyes darkening with something hungry. "If Dexter thinks it’ll help..." Her voice was low, suggestive, as if she already knew exactly what kind of help I had in mind.

I let my gaze linger on her waist—thick, soft, perfect for gripping—before meeting her eyes. "Sister..." I said, my voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. "I have to take a closer look... at Aunt’s waist..." My fingers itched to touch her, to trace the curves of her body. "Examine it properly..."

Kina nodded eagerly. "You have to help Aunt Vera, Dexter..."

"Don’t worry, sister..." I murmured, my voice a promise. "I’ll definitely help Aunt Vera..."

Ruth spoke up, her voice concerned but laced with curiosity. " But, Dexter... but do you need any herbs?"

I pretended to think, my eyes still locked on Vera’s full, inviting body. "First, I have to see Aunt’s waist clearly..." I let my voice drop, suggestive, filthy. "See where she’s hurting..." My gaze flickered to Kina. "It’s best if she’s lying down... so I can examine her properly..."

Kina grinned, "Don’t worry, if Aunt Vera needs herbs. I’ll ask my father to get the herbs Dexter needs to heal Aunt Vera..."

Suddenly, as Kina was talking, I spotted the familiar faces of the guards I’d met earlier with Mitt. They were heading straight toward me, their expressions friendly yet purposeful.

One of them—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a confident stride—stepped forward and said, "Hey, Dexter! Once you’re done eating, come with us. We’d love to show you around the place." His voice was warm, almost inviting, as if they’d been waiting for this moment.

Without hesitation, they began introducing themselves. The first, a man with sharp features and a quick smile, extended his hand and said, "I’m Patt." Next was Eric, who had a calm, measured demeanor, nodding as he spoke his name.

Then came Luke, the most talkative of the group, already launching into a story about something that had happened earlier in the day. Finally, Joe, the quietest of them all, simply gave a firm handshake and a nod, his presence steady and reassuring.

I nodded, but my mind was elsewhere—on Ada, on Kerry, on the way this tribe was unfolding before me like a feast of flesh and desire. The women’s bodies—Ruth’s pale, tight curves, Vera’s mature, voluptuous figure, Ada’s full, soft flesh—burned in my mind, each one a promise of pleasure waiting to be claimed.

Then Vera’s voice cut through the chatter, her tone playful but sharp. "Kina... when is your man coming back?"

Kina glanced up, smiling. "Tusk? He should be back soon..." She shrugged, her voice light. "The sun is going down. He’ll be here with father and Uncle Ryan..."

Tusk.

The name triggered a memory—the young hunter I’d met with Ryan and Mitt. The one Ryan had introduced as the tribe’s youngest hunter. The one whose woman—Kina—was now standing beside me, her hand still clasped in mine.

I smirked internally, my gaze lingering on Kina’s curves, the way her hide skirt clung to her ass, the way her tits swelled beneath the leaves.

Sorry, Tusk.

Your woman is mine now.

And I’ll mold her into my shape.