Twiddling his thumbs, Charlie sat along the wooden bench. Like usual he kept his eyes down to avoid making any awkward eye contact with the natives. Despite his best efforts though to keep a low profile, he could feel the gazes of the natives scanning him; studying him, searching him for any sign of weakness any venerability that could be exploited. Looking up for only. A second, he could see small groups of scantily clad native women watching him.
He knew what these groups did. These groups of vultures sat around men they thought to be rich. They would sit and watch until they saw an opportunity to strike. They would swoop in, seduce the man, then have him pay them incredible amounts of money to sleep with them. These groups had earned the code name “birds of prey” among merchants and mercenaries alike.
Really, these groups were just vultures in human form. But from watching how they prowled around the tables, and how their almost starving eyes watched him, Charlie thought them more to be like the desert crawlers that plagued the desert than any birds of prey. A soft hand cradled his shoulder. They had pounced. Looking to his side, Charlie was met by the seductive smiles and haughty hips of one of these groups.
The one who had grabbed his shoulder looked to be the ringleader of this group. She had long hair, a few thick strands of which covered her right eye. Her skin was covered in the usual white paint, the only difference being that her paint was used to highlight her curves rather than show off her status as a warrior or hunter. Her paint was along the sides of her wide hips and up past her love handles. Both her abdomen and back also had these tripes of white paint.
Red stripes covered her face, and a thick, black, native style lipstick covered her lips to highlight them by causing contrast between them and the rest of her white and red paint. The corded grass skirt that hung around her hips also helped to highlight her hips. Leaning down until her face was only inches away from Charlie, the woman licked her large, black painted lips. Putting out a hand, she gripped either side of his face.
“Such an adorable little creature,” she said, gently caressing the side of his face.
“How old are you little one?” the woman said as her group surrounded him.
His eyes darted around as he attempted to look for an escape route. But the native women had him surrounded on all sides. The head woman of the group seemed to notice this as she wraps a hand around his neck and used the other one to lift his chin to make him look her in the eyes.
“Don't be so scared little one, we don't bite,” the head woman said as she placed a soft kiss onto his lips.
“Well not unless you want us to,” another girl said as she ran her hand down his back.
“Come on girls, stop, you’re going to fluster him. We can’t have our first prey of the day running off with his tail between his legs now, can we?” A taller, more athletic woman said as she made her way through the group of girls and too his side. There was no confirming it but he guessed this to be the real leader of this group of wild vixens.
Putting a handout this taller woman grabbed Charlie’s face from the hands of the woman he originally thought to be the leader of the group. Using her grip on him she turned him to look at her. Licking her lips, she pulled him closer and placed a soft kiss of her own onto his lips. Alright, no, not again. The Chiefess was good, but terrifying, and despite how good she was, he didn’t want to go through it again. Charlie thought to himself as he went to stand and try to make an escape from these people before they Activated whatever plan they were coxing.
Several pairs of hands gripped onto his arms and shoulders as he was forced back down into his seat. The headwoman moved back a little, allowing Charlie to get a good look on her body. She wore the same paints of red and white that these women here used to highlight their curves, the only difference being that to signify who she was she wore a woven headband around the top of her head. Smiling at him, the woman in the woven headband sat down next to Charlie.
“Sorry about how brutish my friends here are,” she said as she placed a warm hand onto his head.
“Have you ever had sex?” the woman he thought to originally be the leader said. Charlie jumped as the long-haired woman grabbed his arm and yanked it between her breasts as she sat to the other side of Charlie.
“Phukomeia, be gentle, he is shaking like leaf!” the head vulture woman said as she leant over him and slapped Phukomeia’s hand away.
“Again, I’m sorry for my friends, I’m Nolkonoe,” the head woman said as she put out hand to Charlie. Nolkonoe had the same paints on her body, and black painted lips as her friends, but now looking closer, he could see a black tattoo on her shoulder blade. Nolkonoe seemed to notice his stare as she moved closer to allow him to get a good view.
“As one of the oldest warriors in our tribe, I got this tattoo from an island tribe I got to visit on my 5th hundred moon cycle. You like it? The natives of the island showed me how to make one, as well as many other patterns. If you like I can give you one?” the woman offered as she moved closer to him, her breasts softly placing against him.
“5th hundredth moon cycle, that’s about five hundred years if I am not mistaken,” Charlie said, Nolkonoe’s eyes widened, a look of worry and regret flushed over her face. He studied her, deciding this was a miss translation he placed it to one side. Deciding though that the look of fear in her eyes interested him, he decided that he would try and push the head merchant on the subject later.
“Oh, of cause that isn’t the case as you can’t live to be five hundred, but still you do look very nice for your age Mrs,” Charlie said with a smile, calming down Nolkonoe as she smiled back at him. Now he was thinking about it, there wasn’t even a single woman amongst the tribe who looked older than twenty or thirty. Charlie pushed the thought aside, assuming that her sudden look of fear was probably his mind just playing tricks on himself.
Looking at Nolkonoe, Charlie examined her closely, her woven brown headband matched her deep brown. This combined with her long black hair showed how much she was related to the tribe. She didn’t wear a grass top, instead she wore a few long strands of corded grass. Still, this didn’t stop her breasts from being revealed to the world. She had large stripes of paint on her cheeks.
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Her eyes narrowed as she examined Charlie. Small, timid, a good husband in a tribe of warrior women. Moving her hand to his head, she gently caressed his hair. The soft texture and mix of red and brown were incredibly exotic to the native women. The Chiefess had offered extra sacrifices to the rain goddess and the goddess of fertility that month. Nolkonoe smiled, originally, she thought it was weird, even though the sacrificial rituals were fun, but after seeing such an exotic creature, no wonder the Chiefess was so intent on getting him.
“Your hair is nice,” Nolkonoe said as herself and Phukomeia started to run their hands through his hair. Charlie blushed as she wasn’t sure which way to move as both women eagerly tugged on his hair.
“Indeed, I would love to have children with this hair,” Phukomeia said as she moved her body closer to Charlie. Both women giggled as they noticed the growing flush in Charlie’s cheeks.
“Oh no, our little friend is getting all red!” Nolkonoe said in a very overly dramatic tone.
“Please don’t touch me,” Charlie muttered, but the native women simply ignored him as they continued to probe him.
“Do we need to take you to our hut? Get you some medicine,” Nolkonoe continued as she slid a hand down onto his thigh. Ok, maybe it was going a little too far now. The Chiefess had sat him down in this seat, after force feeding him meats in the morning, but she had gone for a good hour to two now. Since she had been gone for so long, he assumed it was safe to try and get away.
“Sorry, I think I need to go and set up my merchant caravan for the day,” Charlie said as he gently shoved the two native women off his arms. His escape was foiled though as a tall, native woman stood in front of him. She didn’t stop him for long, but just long enough that Nolkonoe and Phukomeia were able to grab him and place him back down into his seat.
“Don’t go running now! We still need to get you something to drink,” Nolkonoe said as she placed a kiss on to the side of his.
“He is getting nervous, lets just take him to our hut and fuck him already. We’ll take him money then let him go. Simple, win, win situation,” Phukomeia said as she used one hand to yank Charlie’s arm between her breasts as her free hand grabbed his groin.
“Please stop, I don’t have any money!” Charlie pleaded as he went into fight or flight.
“Oh, come on,” Nolkonoe wined, “I just want some fun with the Chiefess’s new toy. So how about this, first time today is on the house. After that you can pay me in your goods whenever I desire them,” Nolkonoe negotiated as she also moved her hand to start unbuckling his belt. There it was the trap that would destroy his life as a merchant if he was to fall into it.
“I’m fine thank you. I need something to eat and drink, so I’ll probably go,” Charlie was cut off as Nolkonoe placed a kiss onto his cheek.
“I’ll give you some of the best cooking in the whole land, all you need to do is pay a small fee,” Nolkonoe said. She could see he wasn’t as much of a horn dog as the usual merchants, instead she decided it was probably best to appeal to his stomach rather than his loins if she was to catch him as a prize.
“Yes, Nolkonoe’s cooking is good, just one gold and we can give you a nice big meal,” Phukomeia said, also planting a soft kiss onto his cheek.
“I only have one gold… and I really wanted to try and save it,” Charlie again tried to stand, just for Phukomeia to drag him back down, this time she wrapped her legs around his waist as she began to straddle him.
“Then let us give you a discount. We give you one meal, us two here will sleep with you,” Nolkonoe said, gesturing to herself and Phukomeia, “and all it shall cost you is one gold coin. One time opportunity, for a one-time meal and sex.” Phukomeia locked lips with Charlie as she held his arms to her side. Despite looking so feminine, her strength was far more than what met the eye.
“It will be alright; I shall go gentle. But I promise nothing for Phukomeia as you are her first worthy male in a long time,” Nolkonoe said as she watched Charlie struggle against Phukomeia’s grip. Really, such an adorable creature. Moving closer, Nolkonoe placed a soft kiss onto the side of Charlie's head.
Looking down, she could see a small black symbol on his right hand. Charlie noticed her stare aimed towards his hand. Shit, he had forgotten to put the patch back over his mark. Snatching his hand away, Charlie glared at Nolkonoe. Nolkonoe placed a hand onto Phukomeia’s shoulder. Shaking her, she got her attention. Phukomeia glared at her friend. Without saying a word, she pointed down to the marking on his hand. Not understanding what Nolkonoe was trying to communicate, Phukomeia went to grab his hand.
Without thinking, Charlie placed his hands onto Phukomeia’s shoulders. Swiftly he moved one hand down to her waist as he went to stand up. Gripping her tightly, he threw her onto the table as he slowly moved back from the group. All sat stunned for a few seconds as they tried to calculate what they had just seen the small outsider boy do. Phukomeia lifted her head, only now realising that she had been thrown onto the table by someone vastly weaker than her.
“S…Sorry, I panicked,” Charlie said as he hid his hand in his trouser pocket. All sat or stood in silence for a moment as they contemplated what had just happened. None were completely sure how to react to seeing such a seemingly weak and defenceless young boy flip a fully grown warrior over his shoulder.
Nolkonoe went to approach him. Her approach there was quickly stopped as a thunk of something sand landed in front of her. Looking down, Nolkonoe saw the knife in the sand. Ourupadia stormed over to Nolkonoe. Dropping down in front of her, she grabbed her stone knife from the sand. With a little over exaggeration, Ourupadia wiped sand from the knife, doing it in such away it replicated wiping blood from the knife.
She barked something towards the girls in their native tongue. Almost instantly the women scurried off to find a new target. Nolkonoe nodded to Ourupadia, a sign of her approval to this unspoken agreement of the wolf girls not being allowed to touch Charlie. Turning to look at him, Ourupadia beamed a warm smile at him before taking his hand and escorting him through the rows of other benches and over to a table containing a group of women.
At first Charlie could feel his gut start to form nots, she must have only saved him so that she could take him to her group of friends to turn him into their plaything. Getting closer, his fear only intensified. But when he saw these women, each had the same markings of red stripes and arrows as Ourupadia, he found himself relax.
The strong and sharp gazes of these women as he approached stabbed knives into his joints. This sudden feeling of dread prevented him from moving forward. Ourupadia stopped as she felt Charlie’s hand slip from hers. Turning around, she saw the glint of fear in Charlie’s eyes as he stood staring at the table of huntresses. Looking back to her fellow huntresses, she yelled something in her native tongue before moving to Charlie’s side.
She pointed again towards her group of friends. Quickly she said something in her native tongue towards Charlie before trying again to bring him to the table. Looking to the huntresses, it seemed to Charlie that whatever she had said to them had put them in line as they now no longer glared at him. Sitting him down at the table, Ourupadia made a gesture to the others. Still he didn’t understand her tongue, but from the markings, he assumed she meant “huntress.”
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