Coughing, spluttering, Charlie threw his head forward.

“Bloody hell!” he said, coughing a bit more.

His throat was parched, his head ached. At first, he saw nothing but darkness and a few flickers of orange in the night. Night? He looked around; it was day when he past out. He tried to lift a hand to rub his head, but his arm didn’t move. Again, he tried to move his arm. Still, it didn’t move. Looking to his arm, he saw the green vine binding him, its dark strands illuminated by the night. Feeling his heart starting to rise into his throat, he looked to his other arm. As guessed, it was also bound.

It was too dark to see where the vine led. Looking down to his legs, he saw they were also bound, spread egal to two different wooden poles. Screwing his face up, his head began to ache more as a tight feeling gripped his chest. Drums, deep, monotonous drums shook in heart and their sound pounded against his head. lazily, his glanced fell to between his legs. He was sat on some kind of wooden platform.

Panting, he felt his hear rate increase in time to the beat of the drums. Their rhythm also began to pick up in speed.

“W..wa…” Charlie tried to speak, but his parched throat forbid him from doing so. Starting to sweat, he tried to fight against his bonds. Laughs echoed from around him. Freezing his moments, he listened to the laughter as it battled against the sounds of the drums. From the darkness, a woman stepped forward into the relative light of the flaming torches.

“Worry not, you are about to begin a very special ritual,” the familiar voice of Nolkonoe said. Moving forward, he now saw her face, and the two bowls she held in her hands. A few drips of a thick red liquid trickled over the edge of the bowl. The second bowl showed no signs of its contents.

Charlie tried to speak again but stopped as he looked upon the woman. Large, black, wolf like ears sat upon her head. If it wasn’t for the white tuffs within the ears, as well as the fire light shimmering off the well-groomed fur, he wouldn’t have seen them. Moving closer, now only a few feet away, he saw the long, fluffed tale.

“Nol…” he tried to say as knelt between his legs.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw the large fur pillows he was supported on. Besides this support, he was otherwise lying down. Smiling her gentle smile at him, she moved herself closer to him. Still kneeling, she picked up the second bowl and raised it to his lips. Almost immediately on realising the liquid was water, he allowed the water to flow past his lips. Smiling but saying nothing, Nolkonoe pulled the bowl from his lips.

“That better?” she asked.

Charlie blushed and turned his head as he only now realised her to be nude. Glancing back for a second, he saw her long, bushy tail swinging behind her back. She noticed his gaze and moved closer. Pressing her breasts against his chest, she growled. This action, as expected, moved his attention to her face, and too her sharp, wolf like teeth.

A few more laughs came up from the darkness as she jumped. Moving to his side with the bowl of the red liquid, she carefully rested against his arm.

“Stay calm, be submissive then the Chiefess may be nicer to you,” she said as Phukomeia stepped forward. In her hands, she held a singular bowl of what also looked to be the red liquid.

“Am I… Am I drugged,” Charlie asked, looking upon the ears and tale of Phukomeia that were so similar to Nolkonoe’s.

“No, but don’t worry, I’ll explain later my little thing,” she said as Phukomeia took her place next to him.

Now the two Vultures were in place, the drum rhythm changed again. Less monotonous and a little more upbeat, the drums speared on the next to arrive. First were two women dressed in red paint smeared across their brown skin. The leaders of the Huntresses. Like the Vultures, they had the same tall, black, wolf ears. The only difference was their slimmer, black tails with a white tuff at the end.

Staring upon Klipesia and her mother as they approached, Charlie realised her arm was healed, as if there was no damage. Next to follow were women in red, white, and black paint, these being the leaders of the warriors. Their tales were black, but heavily dyed red and white, as were their ears. The four moved to his side. Crawling on all fours like the wild beast they seemed to be, they growled and stalked towards him.

The Lead Huntress and Lead warrior crawled up his body. Their nudity pressed against his, large smiles coming across their faces as they noticed his bright red face, and growing erection of Charlie.

“Afternoon,” he said, getting small chuckles from the two women. Behind them, their heirs patiently waited.

Klipesia, Nolkonoe, and the lead warrior nestled between his legs. Not daring to touch his privates, they began to lick. Like dogs licking a bone, they moved their tongues up his body. Charlie felt his body beginning to twitch and increase in temperature as the women continued to lick him. Only stopping to giggle at his nervousness.

“Calm yourself, you reek of fear and anxiety, to will only excite them more,” Phukomeia whispered to him as the women began to lick his chest. Taking in some deep breaths, he put his head back to try and stop the women from seeing him blush and sweat heavily.

“Adorable,” the lead warrior muttered as she began to lick his neck.

“Why are they doing this?” he said as the three women began to lick his neck.

“Giving their blessing, they wish to show their clan’s support of you as the Chiefess’s pet,” Phukomeia explained as the women stopped their licking.

They picked up one of the bowls of paint. Nolkonoe was first to dip her fingers into the bowl of paint. Smiling, she smeared her line of paint across his cheek. Standing, she lifted her fingers and yelled something to the tribe. The tribe cheered back. Nolkonoe then past the bowl to the lead warrior.

The Lead Warrior then did the same as Nolkonoe. Placing her line of paint along his cheek, before standing and announcing the same thing to the tribe, only a few parts being different. Again, the Lead Huntress did the same. Calming, Charlie only now noticed the Forger clan wasn’t present. From what he gathered; they probably wouldn’t didn’t approve of him as… what had she said? The Chiefess’s pet? It was like he was a dog or something.

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The three women moved to lean against his bound arms as their heirs took their positions between his legs. Each placed their heads around his crouch before beginning to lick up his body. Like their leaders, they reached his chest, then his neck, before finally applying their stripes of paint onto his face.

“They are announcing as the heirs to their respected clans that they shall respect your places as our Chiefess’s most honoured pet,” Nolkonoe said, smiling at Charlie as she nuzzled her head into his arm pit. The other three soon joined her as they each used his arms as a pillow.

Despite their public nudity, they lay happily in the open. Their laughter and jokes fell silent as the beat and rhythm of the droning drums loudened. A tall figure began to move forward, out of the darkness. Immediately, he saw her large white feather headdress. It was the Chiefess. Around her curves was a thin white piece of cloth.

Swaying her hips slightly, she moved towards him. Bo her steps and the beat of Charlie’s heart were in beat with the drums. She moved forward until she stood over him. Her deep hazel eyes glared down at him. But he was far too distracted with the familiar black tail and long wolf ears protruding from the top of her head to notice.

Swaying her hips gently from side to side, she changed the focus of his attention. Bringing her hand to her chest, she untied the white cloth. Undoing the not, the cloth fell to the ground. Slowly, she sank onto the ground, and into an animal like position on all fours. Stalking towards him, she kept her eyes locked with his.

Closer and closer she came until their faces were only inches apart. Turning her head slightly, she sniffed at him. Examining her prey further, she gave him a quick lick on the nose before moving her head down his body. Sniffing him more, and placing more kisses onto him, her head soon reached his crouch. Placing her head just a few inches from his erection, she locked eyes with him again as she placed a hand onto his balls.

Charlie shuddered at her touch. Carefully, she used her other hand to lead the tip of his member into her mouth. With tender kisses and licks, she began to pleasure him. Only her tongue and lips were more than enough to start weakening Charlie.

“Good boy, allow the Chiefess to claim you,” Nolkonoe whispered into his ear.

As the Chiefess kissed and licked at his member’s head, Charlie threw his head back to try and hide his blush. Looking up form her new toy, the Chiefess barked at Nolkonoe. Grabbing the back of Charlie’s neck, she forced his head forward, forcing him to look down at the Chiefess as she returned to licking him. Seeing his panting was beginning to lessen as he got used to the feeling, the Chiefess decided to move her skills up a level.

Placing his tip between her lips, she began to suckle on his cock. She began slowly. Lifting her head up and down his tip, but seeing he was starting to get used to this, she engulfed his entire cock with her mouth. As she now moved her head up and down his member, she kept her eyes locked with his. Notching he was trying to look away to avoid her looking at his blush, she bit down onto the bottom of his shaft while one of her hands squeezed his balls.

When he locked eye with her again, she continued to suckle on him. Licking, kissing, and sucking his cock was again more than enough to bring him to a climax, but the hand or teeth of the Chiefess squeezing or biting on the bottom of his shaft was enough to prevent him from finishing. Happy with the skills of her mouth, she finally released him from her mouth. Kneeling, she swung her legs around him.

Her thighs now straddled his mid-section. Smiling at his ever increasingly red blush, she plunged her wet sex onto his member. This part was one she couldn’t afford to waste time giving foreplay to. Now she began to calm him in front of her tribe.

“o…Oh fuck!” Charlie yelled as the Chiefess began to mercilessly ride him.

In the fire light, her sweat drenched skin glistened as she bucked on his member. It began with only half his member being roughly rode by the Chiefess, but before long she soon engulfed him fully. Laughing and cackling at him, she leaned forward. Grabbing his neck, she forced him to look into her eyes as she rode him. Somehow, to the amazement of Charlie, she began to ride faster. Using one hand to grab the side of his face, she lifted his head to look at her.

Placing her lips against his, she began to kiss him. Charlie begged, but she gave no mercy as she allowed her tight sex to squeeze him. Charlie’s eyes fluttered as his mind became over flooded with the pleasure of the woman’s sex. Raising a hand into the air, she slapped him across the face. The harsh slap echoed into the night but was quickly suppressed by the pounding drums.

Kissing him again, she slapped him a few times until he was fully conscious. Bucking her hips faster, she began to bite his lips. Her bites were soft to begin with, but as she began to bounce on his cock faster, her bites increased in intensity. Charlie tired to speak as he felt an iron taste fill his mouth. She had bitten into his lip. Separating her lips from his, she bit her own lip until a few trickles of bloody appeared.

Locking their lips together, the blood of the Chiefess began to mix with his in his mouth. If it wasn’t for the intensity of her riding him, he probably would have screamed.

“Its alright,” Nolkonoe whispered to him, sensing his distress.

“It is all part of her marking you as her property. You two are now bound by blood. You are hers by right, and by the will of the Desert Goddess, you are her pet,” Nolkonoe said as a few laughs came up from the women.

“Please tell her to stop,” Charlie begged as he managed to pry his lips from hers for a second. The women laughed as the Chiefess landed and other harsh slap onto his cheek.

“I’m going to finish!” Charlie said as he pulled his lips from hers again.

The Chiefess ignored him though as her butt continued to grind and bounce against him as she rode him. Her breasts, her warm, large, soft breasts, pressed against him as she continued to kiss him. Nolkonoe smiled and translated. Reluctantly, the Chiefess jumped off Charlie’s cock. Calling something off to the side, a woman quickly ran on the stage. Roughly tugging on his cock with one hand, she was past a bowl by the woman.

Thanking the woman for the bowl, the Chiefess placed it under his cock.

“A three-hour build-up of seamen, the Chiefess shall be pleased,” Phukomeia said teasingly to him as she stared at his bright red, sore cock. She could almost swear she saw steam rising off it from how rough the Chiefess had gone.

Trembling, Charlie came for the first time in the agonizingly amazing bliss of the three hours. God, three hours. It hadn’t felt that long at all. It had only felt like ten minutes or so had past.

“That and the drugs in the water to make his body produce more seamen has probably given him a nice load for the Chiefess,” Nolkonoe added.

Charlie’s trembles finally gave way as he came into the bowl. Eight seconds. He came into the bowl for eight seconds. Once the bowl was filled with his hot spurts, the Chiefess placed her lips onto his member. She had shown great expertise in how she had gathered the seamen, as she had not allowed a single drop to miss. Now though she began to lick and suck whatever seed remained on his member’s head.

Licking her lips at the site of the thick salty seed, the Chiefess stood with the bowl in hand. The other women stood as well. Handing the bowl to Nolkonoe, she raised it to her lips. Taking a quick sip from the bowl, she then past it over to Phukomeia. Each woman present took a sip before the remaining got back to the Chiefess. Smiling at Charlie, she saw his fatigue beginning to take hold as his eyes slowly shut.

Throwing her head back, she downed the drink of his seed before throwing the empty bowl onto his chest. Kneeling between his legs, she picked up one of the bowls of red paint. Dipping a single finger into the paint, she began to draw on his chest. In his slumberous state, he could barely feel the cold paint smearing across his right bicep. Stepping away, she admired her work. The head of a wolf bearing its fangs was now painted onto his right bicep.

“I love you,” she said, placing a kiss onto his lips as he finally submitted to the darkness and fell into a deep sleep.