I looked down at Hina, each word heavy and full of hesitation. "But Aunt Hina...what about Elder Ryan?"
I should have pulled her away now. Those dark eyes would never quite fade from my own. Her breath had hitched, as if she hung on my answer-this ha feeling rumbling up my groin, my ears pounding with it. "Aunt Hina, He would be angry if he—"
"He won’t be angry." Her voice cut into mine, desperate now. "Why would he be?" Her fingers dragged up my chest, each touch like hellfire searing into my groin.
"He’ll have a child to call his own." Her grip tightened, unnerving my cock, her thumb swiping up and down the slick head. "He’ll be proud of it. The tribe will see him as strong. Capable." Her voice cracked, and the bruising of her nails on my flesh deepened. "He wants an heir, Dexter. Somebody to hold the torch for him."
Her warm breath came out unevenly as her body pressed against mine. "And I want to give him that," she whispered with her voice breaking.
"But I can’t. Not with him. Not like this." Hina locking fingers against my cock was an unwanted prelude to being pushed farther from the edge. "Dexter, I have no one else except you who can help me."
I should have stopped her. I should have said no. But her eyes shone with something, her body trembling against mine-the sight of her made my prick throb with filthy, possessive thoughts. Fuck. She looks so seductive like this, begging for me.
"Because even if we asked someone else in the tribe," she whispered, her tone thick with shame, "they wouldn’t get hard." Her grip tightened, clasping on the last remaining sliver of her strength, her words dropping into a raw, broken whisper. "They’d look at me and see nothing worth breeding."
Hina’s nails pressed hard into my flesh as she gasped for breath, as if afraid I would reject her. "They would turn their backs on us."Her dark eyes glistened with humiliation—and something more, something that made my cock jerk up and down with a strange mixture of pity and possessive hunger.
"They would laugh at us."Hervoice was weak and trembling. "Or worse—they would tell everyone. Then it wouldn’t only be the tribe who knew." Her fingers moved shakily againstmycock, her voice full of terror. "They would know that Ryan cannot get it up. That he is not a real man."
Her body was trembling against mine, and her breath was scorching my skin. "Ryan is not the one who wants that to happen," she admitted, her voice full of sorrow. "So we only wanted to find someone who could put his seed in my pussy...but we were too scared to tell anyone."Her fingers shaken, her voice ragged. "We can’t even tell the tribe. If the words got out—"
Her dark eyes darted around, showing panic. "But they are already guessing. I can see it in their eyes. The way they look at me when they think I am not looking."Her voice sounded broken, and her arms around me became tighter.
"The women in the tribe smile at me, respect me to my face..."Her breath was shallow, her eyes watery and full of pain. "But behind my back?" Her voice was so low that it was more like a whisper. "’What’s wrong with her?’ ’Is she cursed?’ ’A woman who can’t have children. A loser.’"
Her hand moved up my chest, her touch seeking, her nails scratching slightly on my skin. "But you..." Her voice was a whisper, her dark eyes locking with mine. "You’re the only one." Her fingers tightened around my cock, giving me a shiver of delight.
"Yesterday, your cock went hard even if Kerry and I were in front of you." Her thumb moved on the tip, making me feel a quick pleasure. "And now..." She stopped with her voice breaking and her body quivering. "It’s still hard even with a dirty woman like me, isn’t it?"
"Perhaps my prayers were heard by the ancestors," she murmured, her dark eyes shining. "Maybetheyled you to this tribe... to support me."Her free hand holding my face, her thumb moving over my mouth, shaking. "Nobody would suspect the baby is yours," she hissed, her voice hoarse.
"They will believe the herbs you gave me made me fertile."Hereyes staring deep into mine, her voice breaking. "They will think Ryan is the one who became a father at last."
"I really don’t want to be a cursed woman anymore, Dexter," she whispered, her voice shaking. Once more, her thumb stroked over the head of my dick, sending shivers through my body.
"The only thing I want is to feel a baby developing inside me. I want to hold my baby. I want to become a mother as soon as possible, before time runs out."
"Just once, Dexter... Please..."Her dark eyes were open wide, full of pleading, and her body trembling with desperation. "I’m only asking you for this. Just once. I need nothing else."
She sped up the stroking, her touch making me almost reach the climax zone. "Give me what I have been asking for till now." Her breath was short, and her voice full of desire. "Give me a child. Give me your sperm."
I don’t know why she is stroking me like a modern woman... I guess she must have tried it with Ryan when she couldn’t get his cock up.
Her other hand came down, her fingertips following my cock before covering my balls, pleasure radiating through me. "I will," she said huskily, full of desperation, "do anything that you want. Just don’t refuse me." Her glower burnt into me, her being shook.
"I will belong to you, Dexter. Just... once. Don’t make me feel like the only woman whom you don’t care about. Stop me from feeling like I am not worth something from time to time."
Damn. My thoughts were dark and twisted, my head was practically drowning with scenes of her under me already—legs spread wide, her pussy shining, hungry for me to take her.
She’s craving it. Craving my cum.. asking me to fill her womb.
My cock swelled even harder in her grip, my balls drawing up tight with the urge to bury myself deep and empty every last drop inside her—just like I had with Kerry, fucking her until she was trembling, her body clenching around me as I filled her so full she couldn’t help but gush for me.
"Please, Dexter," she requested again, her voice broken, her body pressing against mine. "I beg you. I want this. Don’t refuse me." Waves of pleasure ran through me when her fingers moved faster along my cock.
"Only once. That’s all I’m asking for. Just once, let me feel like I’m not a cursed woman, make me a mother, Dexter.. please.. that’s all I want. something." Tears filled her eyes, and her voice was soft with need. "Let me keep this. Let me have you."