Blushing red all over, Charlie awkwardly sat on the lap of the Chiefess. With no concern for his embarrassment, she licked the side of his face as she held her arms tightly around his waist. Even if he thought he could get from the arms of the beastly woman and escape, he knew that it was futile as she would only hunt him down again.

After what Nolkonoe had told him about the other clans wanting him for their own desires or ambitions, Charlie understood why the Chiefess was acting more possessive than ever. When they had returned the Chiefess had explained that she only thought Nolkonoe was going to talk with him, not try and seduce him. So, when Nolkonoe tried to do so, the Chiefess had sprinted from her home to the temple for only a couple of minutes.

Now he was held captive. Sat on her lap as she licked away any scent of Nolkonoe. Cheerfully, her tail wagged behind her. But due to the size, it smacked into his arms and legs every time it randomly flicked around her body. It irritated him slightly, but due to the softness and fluff of the tail, he didn’t mind that much.

Despite how brutal or forceful the Chiefess could be, he knew it was all just her nature. She was kind, gentle, and in this case, possessive. Every time a guard had popped around the corner to ask if she needed any food or drink, she would immediately growl and bark at them.

Suddenly, Charlie found himself floating in the air. The feeling only lasted a few seconds, before he fell onto the bed. Climbing under the bed covers, the Chiefess crawled to his side. If he hadn’t seen her mercilessly kill the guards of the Region Lord, he would never have a guest that someone as beautiful as her had a violent and animalistic nature. Pinning him against the bed, the Chiefess began to smother him in soft kisses.

Allowing her to move her kisses from his face, and down his body, Charlie only gave small moans and heavy sighs as her warm body pressed against him. Had she taken part in some of the rituals that Nolkonoe had mentioned? The ones with the sacrifices to the Goddess of war, or the other one with the poles, bones, and blood?

Like she had done so many times before, the Chiefess bearded her sharp teeth. Nibbling at the top of his trousers, she used her dagger-like canines to drag his trousers down. Widening her eye, the Chiefess darted back as Charlie jolted violently from under her. Panting and breathing heavily, he pressed himself against the bedpost. For a moment, the Chiefess only looked at him. Baffled on his sudden fear.

Sighing, she lay on the bed. Here it was at last. The part in which she had predicted. The part where his mind had cleared, and he had begun to fear her. Moving from the bed and to her cabinet, she rummaged around for her translation book. Finding it, she returned to his side.

“You fear me?” She said, already bookmarking the pages with small dots of paint at the corners.

“Sorry, I just remember what Nolkonoe said about all the different clans and them basically farming me of my seed, and not the idea of sex terrifies me. Or at least for the time being,” Charlie said, calming as he saw the Chiefess no longer (or at least for the time being) planned to make any further advance on him.

“It's fine, fear natural. I take the fear away,” the Chiefess said, a wide smile across her lips as she placed a hand onto her chest.

“Friends,” she said, reminding him of their pact.

“Friends,” he said, nodding back to her.

He was lucky she was holding back right now, but there was no certain future where other tribe’s women wouldn’t. And they would have no issues with forcing him to bend to their will. Laughing, Charlie couldn’t help but find it amusing how he was telling himself that she was the better of two evils.

Relaxing at the idea that the Chiefess was at least not going to try and rape him, he sat back down. Like a loyal dog, she sat and stared at him. In her eyes, he could see the glint of confusion. She had brought him here to get him away from the Chiefess before then having sex, but seeing he had turned her down, she wasn’t sure what to do with him.

“I think I need to go, there was an idea for trying to document and educate some members of the tribe to avoid having a situation like the Region Lord again,” Charlie explained, shuffling to the edge of the bed.

Getting from the bed, he moved around her to try and get to the door. Stopping in his tracks, her tail lifted in front of him, blocking his path. Flicking through the translation book, she scowled slightly at hearing that he intended to leave. Wrapping her tail around him, she flung him back onto the bed. Leaping onto him, she pinned him again. Having learnt this phrase enough to not need a translation book, she placed a finger against his chest.

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“Mine!” She said angrily as she stared him in the eyes.

Knowing this look of lust, a little too well, he lay down and allowed her to splay herself along his body. Nuzzling her face against his chest, she murmured a few words angrily in her native tongue.

“My pet, my pet does what I want. Not want pet want!” She said like a stropping child as she raised her face to look at him.

“Well… if pet good, I let pet do what pet want,” she said, flicking through her translation book slightly as she spoke to get the correct words.

“You stroke Nolkonoe, now stroke,” she said, taking his hands and placing them onto her head.

“Stroke,” she said, biting him slightly to give him some motivation to start.

As she had predicted, it worked as Charlie began to use one hand to massage her head while the other played with her tall ears. Looking up from the relaxed, slightly dopey eyes of the Chiefess, he saw her tail beginning to wag in long, by exciting movements from side to side. Yeah, he was doing something right. Seeing her smile, he couldn’t help but return one of his own.

Despite how overly hands-on she was, and how dominating she was over him and his new life, she was a sweet, very kind person. All she needed was some affection and a little attention and she would melt into this pool of cuteness. Feeling something against his leg, he just managed to peer under the covers to see her legs spasming every now and then, kicking him. Again, seeing her smile, he found it hard to be annoyed by her touch.

“Good girl,” he whispered as she happily buried her face against his belly. Such an adorable thing was all he could think as she ran her hands down the side of his legs.

He didn’t know much about her kind, from seeing how she acted to head rubs and ear massages, he assumed her kind must have some bundle of nerves in those parts of the body that made them feel incredibly pleasured. Armed with this knowledge, he began to rub her ears even quicker.

“HAHAHA!” She moaned loudly, kicking against the bed as she pushed her head into his hands.

Doing this forced Charlie to now use both hands to avoid having her head butt him on accident. Wrapping one of her legs around his, he felt her begin to grind herself against him. With one last eardrum breaking moan, she collapsed against his chest in a puddle of ecstasy. Charlie smiled as he saw a bit of drool escaped her lips. Wider his smile became as he realised, she had passed out. He hadn’t been that rough right?

Widening his eyes, he felt something damp move down his leg. Gently, as to not disturb the woman who clung to him, he looked to see a white, transparent liquid running down his leg.

“Oh shit,” Charlie said, laughing as he realised that he had made her climax.

So, was that why Nolkonoe said rubbing the tail was a sign of wanting sex with that person? The nerves in the leg must have been somehow connected to the part of their kinds brain that told them that they found something arousing. Oh no, Charlie thought as he realised that if that was the case, he was never going to hear the end of the Chiefess bothering him to do it again. Well, at least he had a way to take her down if she ever got angry and tried to make him have sex again.

Looking to the door, he only now noticed the crowd of Nolkonoe and the Vultures staring at them.

“Afternoon,” he said as he smiled an awkward, slightly tilted grin at them.

“Should I ask?” Nolkonoe said, gesturing to the past out Chiefess sprawled across him.

“To be honest, I don’t really know how I did this myself,” Charlie said, doing his best to hide his new secret weapon.

“Can I have a go?” A bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Vulture said as she barged past Nolkonoe and into the room. Several more followed her, but they as well as some other invaders were stopped by Nolkonoe grabbing them and dragging them back outside.

“We’re going, let those two sleep,” Nolkonoe said as herself and some older Vultures dragged off the energetic newer generation.

Sighing, Charlie hopped e could have gotten some help from them to remove the woman clamped around his waist, but everything was to go his way.

“Wait Nolkonoe!” He yelled in a suppressed tone. Stopping, she dropped the two girls she was carrying and moved back inside the hut. Seeing his face light up, she knew that the Chiefess hadn’t been too rough with him after she snatched him away.

“Can I talk to you about something?” He asked. Smirking, Nolkonoe placed a hand on her hips as she stared at the Chiefess.

“Do you think this is the best time?” Looking down to the now fast asleep Chiefess, Charlie nodded.

“Probably not, but the consequence is for the weak,” Charlie said, trying his best to make light out of his compromising position. Chuckling, Nolkonoe entered the room and sat on the end of the bed.

“You know when you came here as a child, the Chiefess would insist that you two stayed in the same bed. It got to the point where you would have to sleep next to me whenever you wanted to go to bed because she would sneak out of her hut at night, and sneak into your tent. The next morning, I would find her wrapped around you as you cried and begged for help. How cute,” Nolkonoe said with a reminiscent smile.

“When I was a child?” Charlie said, looking at her with a mix of confusion and vague belief. He didn’t know what she meant, yet this ‘memory’ she spoke of seemed familiar.

Shit, Nolkonoe thought. He still was yet to remember back then. But then again why would he, the ‘indecent’ had a lasting impact on him even to this day.

“Oh, something for later, now what did you want to say?”

“Alright…” Charlie said, choosing it was best to not think about how long his family had thought about selling him to them.

Because of this how much the natives knew of him. He didn’t remember much from being a kid, so not wanting to think about it too much, he assumed that Nolkonoe and the Chiefess must have visited the capital when he was younger, and that was where they had met him. Still, he decided it was best to play her game and function as if he was ignorant for the time being.

“What I wanted to talk about is the documentation for the people of the tribe. I think it could help with keeping track of the clans and the people within them. The only reason I thought of it was because of one of the three points a clan would need to become the lead clan. So, I thought this could help in accurately keeping track of this,” Charlie explained, one of his hands gently running through the hair of the Chiefess.

Smirking, Nolkonoe spoke.

“You know it’s funny, you wish to help the tribe, yet you do not dedicate yourself to a clan?” For a moment Charlie pondered as he thought about an answer.

“I’m not going to support a clan,” he said, moving carefully from under the Chiefess.

Noticing most of his belongings from his caravan was in the hut, he started to snoop around for a small box of elven made paints he had brought to the imperial capital. Find an old case of his, he pulled it from under the bed. Placing it onto a counter, he opened the case. Taking out the paints, he placed them on the counter.

“What are the main colours of the tribe?” Charlie asked as he placed a piece of paper onto the counter as well as several brushes.

“Red, white, and black,” Nolkonoe said, choosing to entertain whatever idea Charlie had. Taking the brushes, he dipped them into the according paints before painting onto the paper. Cheerfully, he showed his work to Nolkonoe.

“What’s that?” Nolkonoe said, staring at the paints.

“A symbol,”

“No shit, but why?” Charlie smiled at her.

“It means I won't be joining a clan,” Nolkonoe stared at him, baffled by such a bold statement.

“Rather, it means I plan to support the entire tribe,”