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Nuubian Saga Ch. 01

By: gaggedKitty23



**Disclaimer: All people in this story are understood to be age 18 or older.**

In the beginning were the Currents which spiraled through the Black.

They possessed Water and Energy.

And the Waters cocooned the worlds.

And Energies gave to each world a heart of molten fire.

In some worlds the Waters stifled, and the fires lay dormant until the Energies faded. The oceans turned to ice and nothing could come forth.

In other worlds the molten hearts raged, overpowering the Waters with heat until clouds of deadly fumes ringed the earth, creating desolation everlasting.

Yet there were those worlds, few in number and ever fleeting, in which the Waters and Energies found harmony. The molten fire-rock of these worlds spewed ever upward, towering from the watery depths to form islands and continents.

And upon such a world the first lands formed an island, and this became the Isle of Nuubia.

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Nuubia began as an arid wasteland. But as time passed a Spirit grew in awareness on that world. The Spirit created all manner of strange plants, birds, and beasts, but nothing gave it lasting satisfaction. So the Spirit considered, and after endless millennia decided to craft a curious being modeled from the image of a folk who had visited its world before returning to the Stars. 

Two females and two males the Spirit forged.

On the north shore of Nuubia the Spirit breathed life into Alana, the first woman. Alana was mesmerizing, with a body of perfection. Her bronze skin held the luster of the nearest sun-like star. Her rich, light-brown eyes and finely chiseled nose gave the appearance of delicate beauty. Alana's breasts were modest yet gorgeous in all proportions, and flowing hair the hue of fertile earth crowned her slender nakedness. Though the Spirit called her 'Alana,' her true name meant Awakening.

For a mate the Spirit created the first man, Peioka. The Spirit imbued both female and male with vague and implanted memories of the world, the gift of language, and primal instinct.

But after creating the first female and male of a new People, the Spirit decided that it was not good for only one race of People to exist in the world. So the Spirit made a second woman on the southern shore of Nuubia, and called her Kalea.

Kalea was also gorgeous, but more voluptuous was her beauty, her hips wider, her breasts fuller. She strode with an arrogant gait, and her midnight eyes seemed to sparkle whenever she felt a strong emotion. Kalea's face was striking, the rounded nub of her nose softening an otherwise earthy ferocity, her hair rough and black as night and her skin the dark, primal brown of the cliff sides along the mountains. Though the Spirit called her 'Kalea,' her true name meant Brightness.

For a mate the Spirit created the second man, Krul. The Spirit imbued the second female and male with similar implanted memories, the gift of language, and the drive of instinct.

The Spirit decided that the newly created Peoples would be creatures of instincts before anything else, all the better to populate Nuubia's young world.

******

In the North, female and male awoke on a bed of grasses, unashamed of their nakedness. When Peioka beheld the beautiful Alana, he was filled with lust. His cock grew aroused, a slab of hardened flesh, and he approached her.

"Female, come here to my embrace. I would fuck you and join our bodies as one."

Alana saw the size and girth of Peioka's cock and her eyes widened with dismay. Her arms wrapped protectively around her breasts, and she stepped backward, finding her back against a banyan tree.

"I do not know you, nor why you would pierce me with that huge spear of flesh. Please, do not hurt me."

But Peioka would not be deterred. He strode up to the female, his lips capturing hers as two large fingers slipped into the folds of Alana's deep, intimate place. Alana moaned as Peioka's fingers moved in and out within the channel of her sex, creating sensations she'd never imagined.

"Please...uhhh...what should I call you?" she groaned. Peioka replied, "Call me Master, for I am strong and you, though beautiful, are delicate and weak." So saying, Peioka bent forward to suckle on each of the dusky-skinned beauty's pert nipples, enjoying the deepening of her moans as his fingers worked their way faster through her sensitive snatch.

"Ohh, Spirit help me. I want your cock inside me," Alana sighed, her body heaving as juices trickled down Peioka's fingers. 

"Not yet, my little slave. First put your mouth around it. Make it glisten," Peioka ordered. And to Alana's shock, she found herself obeying. The gorgeous young woman knelt, her fingers stroking Peioka's sac as her tongue tentatively licked the underside of his shaft. 

"Uhhh...yes, you little slut. You love my cock. Worship it. Let me feel your tongue over every inch of it." And soon she did just that. Alana smothered Peioka's cock, her tongue swirling at its pearled tip as she drew off, cum strands hanging from her lips for brief seconds before she re-impaled her mouth on his rigid manhood.

******

Peioka fisted both hands in Alana's hair, holding the silken tresses away from her face, and watched approvingly as the sexy female pumped her mouth up and down his prick. Alana braced her hands around the male's hips. Her slurping sounds grew louder and more insistent as Peioka groaned. Her mouth drew off of his manhood for a second respite, and she looked up into his eyes.

"How do I taste, slut?" Peioka growled. 

Alana licked her lips. He tasted of male musk, the smell pungent, but his pre-cum was sweet. "You taste good."

With a grunt, Peioka grasped her by the nape of the neck and shoved his cock deeply into her mouth again, thrusting his hips forward. "Call me Master, you little slut." Alana nearly choked, her throat straining to contain his rigid cock. Her lips formed a desperate ring around his cock as his cock shot towards the back of her throat.

"Mmmpphh." 

"What's wrong, bitch? Is it deep enough yet?" Peioka snarled, thrusting his cock even harder into Alana's cute face, his hands gripping her skull tightly as she gurgled and shuddered. At long last Peioka allowed her passageway a measure of mercy, withdrawing his penis with a loud POP as long, thick strands of drooling pre-cum clung from her lips, oozing to the firm roundness of her bronze-hued breasts.

"Master is very messy," Alana said with dismay. But Peioka ignored her complaint, his hand cupping her chin to tilt her exquisite face upwards, meeting his steely gaze.

"Now we get to the part I truly hunger for," he rasped. So saying, the broad-shouldered male lifted up the female to a half standing position, rubbing his glistening cock against each of her tits until they glistened with his seed.

"Oooh...you're making me all sticky," Alana whined. 

"Shut up, little cunt. It is time to join our bodies as one. For me to make you MINE." Peioka's whole body trembled with need as he lifted her into his arms, lining up her tender, virgin slit above his prodigious cock.

"Please Master, will you be gentle?" Alana begged.

"No." Peioka suddenly loosened his grip, sinking her downy, pubic hair-enshrouded sex onto his waiting cock. Alana cried out as the cock plunged deeply into her sex. She felt something tear, her eyes watering at the sudden pain. Her hands scrabbled at the back of his neck, nails scoring the male's skin. He ignored her, his big, smooth hands gripping her buttocks cheeks for leverage, all the better to bounce her up and down his baby-making rod.

"Ahhhh fuck me... Yes. Feel my cock fill your sweet, tight heat," he sighed. Alana's hands tightened around his neck. The young beauty gritted her teeth, her beautiful chocolate-colored eyes squeezed shut as she felt her pussy impaled again and again on Peioka's penis, more profoundly each time.

But the pain began to subside, and something else replaced it. Shivers of sensation bloomed from between the girl's legs. Her jaw slowly slackened, her breasts rubbing against her lover's torso as the nipples pebbled.

"You little cock-teasing slut. You like my nasty cock filling your hot pussy, don't you?" Peioka grumbled. With a shy, downcast look Alana bit her lip and nodded. Her mouth pressed against the side of his neck, giving him a loving kiss.

"Yes Master." 

******

Alana and Peioka's coupling quickened in earnest, her sheath gripping his cock like a velvet glove each time he impaled her. His guttural cries rang out among the foothills in the shadow of the nearby volcano. "You feel good, female. Your parts were made to be filled!" he roared, the slapping sound of their fucking reaching a crescendo as she bounced on his cock, her arms lassoed around his neck, clinging for dear life.

"Uh..uh..uh..fuck me, Master...deeper...please Master," became her mewling chant.

As the sun began to set in the sky, its dying fire cast the naked young woman in an eldritch glow, her buttocks, torso, thighs and breasts seemingly worshipped by Nuubia itself. Alana's long hair swung behind her back, the lustrous raiment swaying with the force of each fuck.

But through the haze of pleasure, Alana became dimly aware of instinctual knowledge imparted by the Spirit. With a sudden feminine understanding, she sensed what the man's hard cock strove for...anticipated what that seed might do once it wound to the deepest parts of her womb.

"Are you ready to receive my spunk, little dove?"

"W-wait Master. Do not come inside me, please. I know not what your seed might do to me," she begged, breathless.

Peioka responded with distraction. He spit into the fingers of his right hand, slipping two of them, forefinger and index finger, into her star-shaped anus. Alana gasped, her anal sphincter tightening automatically.

"Relax, little slave. Enjoy the sensations I offer you," Peioka urged, and her eyes wound shut tightly as she tried to obey. Soon the combined penetration - the fingers working her anus and the cock punishing her pussy with each spike-like impalement - sent her into a strange place.

She felt her sense of self flung into the abyss, her breast tips hardening almost painfully, her body clenching around her mate's penis again and again and again. Her mouth opened in a wordless scream as she moaned and writhed, stuffed full of Peikoa's cock.

******

Peioka's primal grunts reached new depths as his cock felt the delicious bombardment of sensation. Her cunt squeezed tightly around his prick, driving him wild. Her heat enveloped him, clenching so hard around his shaft that he clasped her ass cheeks in a white-knuckled grip, holding her fast as he galloped towards the explosive finish.

"Milk your Master's balls until I explode inside you," Peioka growled, feeling the loss of control about to wash over him. "I'll fill you with my seed and make you the bearer of my child," he swore.

Alana tried to pull her dripping-wet, aching pussy off of Peioka's cock, but his grip was like rock. He crushed her against his chest, biting her shoulder hard as his cock spewed its fountain of cum deeply into her womb.

The dark-haired beauty cried out as the male's teeth came close to drawing blood. Her cry filled the air as he spasmed deep inside her, his cock twitching in the throes of release. The first male's cum shot into her, impregnating her with its potency.

She sagged against his chest, her body spent even as the dazed satisfaction of her own orgasm began to slowly fade.

Yet soon a Change began in the female.

The Spirit's life force in the male's seed, never before released, had been too strong. Peioka's seed grew life inside Alana's slender nakedness so forcefully that as she lay against him, exhausted and sleepy on the grassy hillside, a sudden tingling erupted through her body. Alana gasped and then screamed as a giant bulge formed in her belly. Peioka stood up with dismay as his mate's legs spread wide, her eyes round with terror. 

A baby slid into the world, but not like any future baby of the earth. The Spirit-imbued seed of Peioka had created a thing in Alana which contained not one child, but thousands. Peioka watched in awe and fear until the baby glowed with a bright, fiery-white light that forced his gaze away.

The baby's skin shattered like fine porcelain, and from within it thousands of seeds flew outward, carried by the winds along the northern shore of Nuubia. 

Each seed was unique. Each settled on the land and coalesced to form a young human female or male. They were not like siblings because the Spirit's life force transformed their flesh in random, unpredictable turns. And in the years which followed these males and females coupled in the traditional way intended by the Spirit, no longer cursed by the overwhelming life force of the Spirit in the seed of the first male.

But even as the winds carried away her children, Alana knew that they would be her first and last. Alana's body had been ravaged by the raw force of Peioka's too-living seed, and she knew by feminine instinct that she would bear no more young.

Alana fled from Nuubia, but afterward the people of northern Nuubia were always remembered as "Alana's Children." Peioka withdrew to the mountaintops, living in solitude as his people grew. And the more they multiplied, the more they evolved, until the thousands of years made them of flesh so different from Peioka that they were his children in theory and no longer of his flesh.

A new age had begun. But the Spirit's touch on Peioka had made him immortal, and one day he would return.

******

5000 YEARS LATER, ALONG THE NORTHERN COAST OF NUUBIA...

Hakomsa was a Warchief. His village was small, maybe 400 souls all told. But his tribe prospered after their own fashion. They plied the tiny inlet along the coast, drawing the bounty of the seas to feed their children. Fish, sharks, sea turtles, all were hunted and eaten for the good of his people. 

But Hakomsa, like most Northern Nuubians, had the same appetites as Peioka of Old. The dark-skinned chief now sat quietly atop his wooden fortress, admiring the night stars. Lamps ensconced in brackets burned whale fat to light the darkness with a comforting glow. 

The Warchief paid little heed to the lazy breeze that came from the calm ocean waters. He looked at his prize, two women captured from a distant village by his warriors and given to him as an offering.

They were sisters, each young and beautiful. The older sister called herself Nolani. Her dusky skin looked smooth as silk, the sight of her ample breasts making his cock hard in the flickering light. She had a soft, pleasing face and nose, with full, kissable lips. Her raven-dark hair had been tied in a ponytail with a length of well-sewn beads. Her dark eyes regarded him steadily...with part curiosity, part fear.

The younger sister meanwhile was a truly exotic sight. She called herself Awika. Her build was petite, cute breasts peeking above a flat, sexy belly and lean hips. But her skin made her the treasure she was with its creamy, lighter tone.

"Which of you bitches should I fuck hard and impregnate and which should I offer for tomorrow's sacrifice?" Hakomsa growled. The cruel Warchief practiced human sacrifice, an evil shunned by some of the Northern Nuubian tribes.

The younger girl shook her head frantically. "Please don't hurt us!" Hakomsa walked a full circuit around the helpless girl. She had been strung up with rope, her wrists bound above her head to a hanging ledge, her ankles tied to either side to heavy wooden blocks, exposing her beautiful, pink pussy lips. 

The burly Warchief caressed the girl's tits with his calloused hands before squeezing them hard to make her scream.

"Aaahhh! You're hurting me!" Awika wailed. The pale brunette groaned as he bit her left nipple hard, and then clamped onto her right nipple with even more savagery. Hakomsa didn't bother to give her time to ready herself for what was to come. He swiftly kissed her, hard and fierce, before walking behind her, admiring the delectable globes of her ass, and spreading those butt cheeks wide, all the better to expose her tight, helpless pussy.

The Warchief spit into the girl's orifice and then spit another globule onto his cock, rubbing his hand up and down its considerable length.

"W-what are you going to do?" Awika squeaked, her body tensing with fear. 

Hakomsa lined up the egg-shaped head of his mammoth cock and pressed forcefully between her labia. Awika cried out as the Warchief's penis slammed through her cunt, tearing her virginity.

"Oooohhhh Spirit help me! Pull it out!" She wailed. But the Spirit had left to other worlds long ago. The poor woman trembled as the cock slammed into her core again and again, plowing the depths of her young pussy. Hakomsa curiously glanced at the older sister. Forced to watch her younger sister's rape while being strung up in a similarly helpless position, Nolani's eyes seemed fastened to the scene with a kind of fascinated horror.

"Don't worry, bitch. Your turn will come soon enough." As he said this Hakomsa reached his hands around, cupping Awika's creamy tits and squeezing them like soft cushions, reveling in the wailing moans pleading for mercy that came from the girl's lips.

"No more! Please. My breasts are sensitive!" Awika groaned. But Hakomsa paid no heed, thrusting his cock deeply into her snatch with gathering force, his pre-cum and saliva lubricating her pussy until the squelchy sounds of their bodies being joined filled the upper level of the fortress.

"Shut up and fuck, stupid young cunt. You'll be lucky if I don't sacrifice your tasty naked ass for my warriors to eat tomorrow. Fuck me well and maybe I spare you, and your sister can take your place," Hakomsa promised ominously. 

Awika's slender body trembled in fear, but the naked girl was no fool. She began to ram her pussy backward to meet the thrusts of his cock. She thought to herself, 'Spirit help me, I don't want to die. Nolani...forgive me.' So the sexy captive ground her pussy against her captor's prick, flinging sounds of encouragement.

"Fuck me, great Warchief. Tear out my pussy with your hard cock," she wailed. Hakomsa recognized the submission, and though he knew her words were empty, it pleased him.

He continued to fuck her hard and brutally, admiring her firm ass cheeks each time his cock slammed in to the hilt, his balls slapping against the backs of her thighs. Her groans grew in intensity even as Hakomsa's one hand strayed to her pubic muff, then lingered near her clit. 

With sudden ferocity he began to stroke Awika in that sacred place, battering the tiny nub like a conquering madman. Her legs seemed to buckle, turning to jelly. Only the ropes binding her wrists aloft seemed to hold the pale-breasted girl upright. Her song of "Fuck me!" grew steadily from a hollow mantra to an urgent need.

Hakomsa could feel now how her pussy responded to his touch. Each stroke was devastating, both the stroke of his cock within her tight channel and the stroke of his fingers against her clitoris.

"You little bitch. Your body is humming around my cock. I'm ravaging your tight cunt and you're loving every moment of it!" He hissed. The girl could only groan, clenching her pussy with fervor around her captor's cock.

"Y-yes mighty Warchief. Spirit save me! It feels so good, the way you touch me. Fuck me harder. Fuck my tight pussy. Impregnate me with your cock!" Awika crooned. Hakomsa knew well enough that despite the pleasure thrumming through Awika's sex, the pale-skinned slave girl wanted more than anything simply to survive. To avoid being sacrificed.

The muscular Warchef's biceps bulged taut as he wrapped a hand around Awika's throat, choking her as he came. His cum surged up her twat, filling up the stricken girl until the excess streamed backward, oozing out of her ruined pussy as he jerked his manhood free.


Nuubian Saga Ch. 01



"Now come here, big sister. It's time to clean out your little sister's messy pussy with your tongue!" Aghast, the big-titted Nolani was freed from her bonds temporarily by two of the Warchief's vigilant guards, only to be thrust to her knees behind Awika's cum-seeping snatch.

"What are you waiting for, bitch? I better see some cunt-slurping fast or I'm sacrificing your cute pussy, tits, and ass," Hakomsa shouted. That seemed to have the desired effect. Nolani pushed her mouth tentatively forward, and her tongue began exploring between Awika's soft cunt lips. But the older girl's zeal didn't satisfy the brutal Warchief, and his reed-woven whip cracked against Awika's breasts. The younger sister cried out even as Hakomsa warned, "Better slurp faster, slave, or I'll whip your little sister's tits raw!"

Nolani's will seemed to crumble just then. All sense of decency fell away from the older girl, and she licked out her little sister's cum-filled hole with bestial desperation. Her tongue flicked and slurped up the gobs of sticky cum until Awika's pussy glistened afresh with only her older sister's saliva to coat it.

Nolani received her reward, for just then Hakomsa positioned his cock from behind, nestling the egg-shaped head between Nolani's slightly thicker, dark purple labia. 

"Here's your turn, bitch." So saying, the cruel Warchief planted his cock firmly in the girl's snatch, thrusting back and forth as his hands gripped her shoulders. Her constant moans sailed over the ramparts, entertaining the warriors lounging in the courtyard below.

Nolani was dimly aware of laughter from the men below as Hakomsa continued to spear his rod of angry flesh too deeply into her warm cunt. Her breasts shook with the force of his constant fucks even as he gripped the nape of her neck, plunging her face forward into the sopping wetness of her little sister's snatch.

She was ordered to lick her little sister's pussy and 'Make her cum!' Nolani obeyed. The big-breasted slave girl sucked, cajoled, and tormented Awika's nerve bundle until she had no choice but to surrender.

'Ooohhh FUCK. Spirit condemn me, but I love Nolani's tongue pressing against my joy button,' Awika thought. Still, the other part of Awika recoiled. 'This is your sister's tongue...eating out your pussy...this is sick!'

But the naked girl's body overwhelmed her mind. Awika cried put, her fluids gushing into Nolani's face. Hakomsa roared with approval, his cock flung forward into Nolani's damp heat in time for a second eruption of cum, and this time it would be Awika's turn to slurp out their captor's seed from the pussy of the sister she loved.

******

The moon hung bright and pale in the sky like a ghostly orb. Hakomsa's tribe had prepared for the monthly Ritual of Sacrifice to the cruel god they worshipped - Elal, god of war. The ritual could only be carried out on ground the tribe regarded as sacred. After making the day-long trek on foot, Hakomsa's warriors, witch doctors, attendants, and captives led the procession of the common people, 400 or so all told, to a rocky outcropping of hardened lava overlooking the crashing waves of the sea.

They called it 'The Place of The Soul Thief' because they believed that during the human sacrifice Elal took the soul of the offered human as payment for his continued high favor.

Hakomsa had settled into his reclining throne, watching his senior witch doctor prepare Nolani for sacrifice. The beautiful young woman would not be killed immediately. First she would 'pay homage' to the highest ranking warriors of the tribe.

The witch doctor Zomaru prepared the victim. He rubbed ocher onto Nolani's naked skin just above her pussy, creating the skull symbol encircled by a snake, which was Elal's sacred sign. Then he took a thin, cruel needle, dipped it in a potion of cleansing, and pierced each of Nolani's nipples as the girl screamed and thrashed on the altar. Four guards held her arms and legs steady.

After inserting bright, golden hoops through both nipples, Zomaru put the sacrificial collar around Nolani's neck - a thick, black band made from the hide of the oxala beast. Wooden ringlets at the back and sides of the collar allowed three servants, each holding a long wooden staff with a hook on the end, to attach to Nolani's collar and lead her in any direction they wished.

"Please don't do this!" Nolani wailed. The low ranking warriors made a circle around the sacred altar, their hands pounding against a row of drums, tattooing the night with a steady beat. The fifteen highest-ranking warriors lay in a tighter inner circle around the altar, each naked and rippling with muscle. Their cocks stood erect, eager for a taste of the sacrificial female's pussy.

The three servants guided Nolani to the first cock. Although the dusky-skinned beauty tried to struggle, they eventually positioned her sweet sex over the first warrior's manhood. The first warrior simply lay there, as ritual demanded, watching with anticipation as they lined up the struggling girl's pussy above his penis and forced her to engulf his cock.

Nolani moaned, her body feeling the fullness of the first warrior's cock as she sank all the way down on him. Her nipple rings swayed back and forth as she bounced up and down that straining prick. The first warrior's grunts were counterpoint to the girl's moans and pleas.

"Please, Great Warchief, do not sacrifice me to you god. I will fuck all of your warriors. I will suck their cocks and let you fuck my ass. Please, anything else but this. Don't kill me!" she cried. Nolani's hands pressed firmly against the chest of the man whose cock she now rode. The servants used the collar to hold her in place, giving her just enough freedom of movement to hump that hard cock, but not much else.

Hakomsa watched with satisfaction as the older sister continued her journey towards sacrifice. He ignored her cries for mercy, and instead turned his gaze to the younger, creamy-breasted sister who knelt naked before him. He had chosen to spare this younger girl, making the slender Awika the newest addition to his harem.

She knelt between his legs now, her mouth bobbing up and down his cock. Her sweet lips formed a tight ring around his shaft as she slurped and sucked until pre-cum leaked from the sides of her mouth. More cum dangled from her lips in silky tendrils as she withdrew her face from his cock for a moment.

"Suck my balls, slave," Hakomsa ordered.

Awika licked up and down the length of his shaft before suckling and massaging his balls with her tongue and lips. Hakomsa fisted a hand in the gorgeous girl's hair, admiring her cute face - the button-like nose and ocean-blue eyes, even the soft planes of her cheeks - as she impaled her mouth once more on his penis, gurgling when Hakomsa thrust his pelvis upward, wedging his manhood into the back of the poor girl's throat.

She seemed about to choke, but she managed to relax her throat muscles and take in a breath through her nose. 

"UuuuhhhH. Yes, you little cock-muncher. In just one day I have trained you well," Hakomsa sighed. He gently caressed the nape of Awika's pale neck, shoved his cock deeper still, and exploded. The copious surge of cum burst in the teenage girl's mouth. Awika's startled "Mmmmpppphhh!" pleased Hakomsa as he felt his cock spasm inside her warm mouth. 

Awika tried to swallow, but she could not get all of it before Hakomsa jerked his manhood free, painting her lips, chin and breasts with several final, powerful spurts of cum. 

Awika's face and tits glistened with seed. Now Hakomsa roared at her, "You think you're done for the night? Get over here and impale that cute pussy on my hard, cruel cock. I want you facing the altar so you can watch big sister get sacrificed!"

With a look of misery, Awika reluctantly mounted Hakomsa's already reinvigorating penis, facing away from him and toward the altar. The momentarily flaccid cock seemed to spring obscenely back to life as the young woman positioned her pink pussy lips around his egg-shaped cockhead and gently sank herself downward.

Awika moaned, biting her lip as the cock embedded itself into her heat like a sword. The hard fullness tore into her most intimate place, creating sensations she didn't want to acknowledge. She began to hump up and down that cock, her hands spread to either side of Hakomsa's legs for leverage. 

Hakomsa watched with satisfaction as that teenage pussy rode up and down his shaft, slipping partly off of his prodigious penis before ramming downward, engulfing him completely. Already a new load of pre-cum leaked between the seal of her cunt lips.

But he noticed too that Awika's eyes were squeezed tightly shut, blotting out her big sister's performance near the altar. 

"Fuck me HARD and keep your eyes OPEN bitch, or I swear I'll have you join your big sister up there on the altar!" Hakomsa shouted. 

Reluctantly Awika opened her eyes, watching as Nolani straddled her second cock of the night, with 13 more to go, each warrior lying in wait with his cock rigid as an impaling spear.

Nolani's breasts shook as she fucked the second warrior's penis. The second warrior reached up, cupping her pierced nipples and thrusting his pelvis upward as her moans sang higher.

"She gives a good fuck show, does she not?" Hakomsa jeered. So saying he called over one of his servants, who held a reed-woven whip which branched into five tongues.

"Great Warchief, what are you doing?" Awika asked fearfully. "Oh Spirit help me, I'm doing what you want! Please don't hurt me."

Hakomsa idly fondled the globes of Awika's sexy ass. "For keeping your eyes shut when I told you to WATCH your sister's fuck show earlier, I think you deserve some punishment." The burly Warchief nodded at his servant, and the whip flew forward, cracking against Awika's sensitive cones as the cried out.

A steady rhythm began to take root - between the squelching sounds of Awika's sex impaling itself on Hakomsa's prick and the lilt of her rising moan each time the reed-woven whip smacked against her alabaster tits. 

Their fucking intensified as Nolani finished off her second cock. The girl's three handlers used their collar leads to lift the big-breasted slave off of the spent penis. Awika saw the load of cum dripping from her sister's plundered sex, oozing strands of whitish muck which also became smeared against the insides of Nolani's thighs. 

'Oooh Spirit, no!' Awika thought to herself. 'Don't let them kill my sister. Those cruel bastards can't be serious about making her fuck 13 more cocks!' But she watched with horror as her big sister straddled a third cock - this man's manhood thicker than the last two. She saw her sister's tormented eyes squeeze shut as Nolani felt the cock ram up her twat.

Then the big-breasted, voluptuously curved girl rode that cock hard and fast, her nipple rings glinting in the moonlight as the third warrior's cock plowed her depths. The warrior meanwhile spit on his fingers and reached around to insert two of them into Nolani's puckered anus.

Nolani groaned, actually enjoying the double-penetration's onslaught of pleasure. The bronze-skinned hottie actually felt her pussy clench hard around the third warrior's cock in thanks, and the warrior continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her anus.

"You like that, bitch?" the warrior growled. "Good. Now come on my hard dick." Nolani groaned. She WAS...coming hard...her whole body shuddering as the third warrior rammed his fingers as deeply past her anal sphincter as they would go. The ricocheting of his cock in her pussy and his fingers in her ass sent Nolani over the edge.

The big-titted fuck-slave groaned more profoundly, the tips of her purplish nipples hardening as the golden hoops dangling from her tits swayed with a mesmerizing rhythm. 

Awika meanwhile bounded up and down Hakomsa's massive cock, watching the sacrificial ritual with fascinated horror. She was repulsed by her big sister's shameless orgasm atop the third warrior's cock, but a tiny voice seemed to remind her, 'What if this is all the pleasure she'll ever get, before they kill her?' Awika wondered if she should feel grateful that her sister would at least know some pleasure before they dragged her to the sacrificial altar.

Hakomsa enjoyed the continuing show, watching as Nolani fucked 11 more cocks. At last the handlers forced the naked slave off of her 14th cock, and streams of the latest male's seed oozed from her now sore and aching snatch. They led her to the final warrior's cock, and though it was slender, the shaft was incredibly long.

"Please great Warchief, have mercy! You can fuck me in my ass every day! I'll suck your cock and swallow your cum every morning for the rest of my life! Don't sacrifice me, please!" Nolani cried at the top of her lungs.

Hakomsa had to admit, despite the distraction of Awika sliding her pussy up and down his shaft, that right now he was tempted to spare the older sister. The big-breasted girl WAS gorgeous, her golden skin smooth as silk, her hips wide and perfect for child-bearing. But how would he explain such an unusual act of mercy to his tribe?

It was forbidden to sacrifice full-fledged tribe members or slave girls born of the tribe. They raided into other tribes' territory because only captives or slaves from another tribe would satisfy Elal's law.

There were other captured slaves in Hakomsa's tribe, but these he had given to warriors as reward for their service. To steal one now and sacrifice it would anger his men. No, Hakomsa thought ruefully, that option wasn't open to him.

"You may withdraw the whip, Celu." The servant lashed Awika's breasts one more time for good measure. The slender girl's mounds were now sore and sensitive without any obvious blemish.

Hakomsa suddenly felt his straining cock stiffen, his testicles hardening as his hands reached out, palming Awika's creamy tits as he pulled her slender body back against his chest and sat upright. She moaned and he grunted, her sweet cunt milking his balls dry as he shot spurt after spurt of seed deep towards her womb. He gently kissed the side of her cheek, his fingers tenderly stroking her clitoris as his cock flopped free, the sticky excess of cum flowing out of her thoroughly fucked pussy.

Awika sighed, her body sagging forward into his hands as they returned to firmly cup her doughy tits. One hand, though, Hakomsa slipped free. 'Let us give this little slut some reward for all her efforts,' he thought. 

His fingers gently rubbed and cajoled Awika's sacred nerve bundle, creating new groans from the girl's throat as that teenage pussy began to moisten with need. He stroked her faster, then harder, using a firm thumb and forefinger to gently pinch at all the right times and in all the right places. He simultaneously plunged the fingers of his other hand into her sex, pumping hard and fast into her nasty, cum-tainted orifice until she was bucking forward on his lap to meet those finger-thrusts.

"Watch your sister. See how she fucks her final cock before the Sacrifice," Hakomsa intoned.

Indeed, Nolani rapidly rode that last warrior's cock to a slimy finish. Her hands stroked the warrior's hard pectoral muscles as she begged for mercy, her pussy pumping up and down his shaft as the loud, squelchy sound of their wet sexes mingling filled the air.

Nolani suddenly stiffened, crying out as a second orgasm tore through her pussy. Her head swung forward, her body trembling as her cunt juice splashed onto the warrior's cock, her feminine scent filling the warrior's nostrils as he grabbed the sides of her torso and roared his own release, pumping her insides full of his baby-making jism.

******

Nolani screamed as the three handlers dragged her to the altar. The 'altar' was merely a large, flat boulder which stood out in the lava-covered landscape. Wooden poles had been tied firmly to heavy rocks at each corner. Now Zomaru and his witch doctor acolytes went about preparing their female sacrifice. 

First they bound her slender wrists with rope, attaching the ropes to well-anchored bamboo poles. Then they did the same to her ankles. All the while the naked girl thrashed and screamed.

Ignoring her, the senior witch doctor took a long phallus made of bamboo, blessed it, and inserted the artificial cock into Nolani's cunt so deeply that only a finger's joint worth of bamboo stuck out between her pussy lips.

Nolani groaned at the fullness. Zomaru began to chant the ritual incantation, blessing the bamboo cock which was a stand-in for the cock of Elal, their absent god. 

Awika watched the proceedings in abject horror, sickly aware of her humming sex as Hakomsa continued to finger her towards climax. Her mahogany hair swept like silk down her back, a thin barrier between her and her cruel master as he finger-fucked her and stroked her sex with appalling fury.

"Not long now, my little fuck-slave. Say goodbye to your sister," Hakomsa whispered.

Awika grunted, her pussy yielding to Hakomsa's appalling touch. Her sweetness flooded his fingers, and he put them to his mouth to lick them clean. Awika's eyes widened as Zomaru finished his intonation and took hold of the sacrificial knife, placing the point above Nolani's heart.

But the blow never came. A murmur rippled through the crowd, disturbing the witch doctor's attention. The warriors turned their heads as a newcomer approached through the throngs of bystanders. He was tall, of broad shoulder, but those same shoulders were hidden underneath a cape made of raven feathers. A golden helm covered his head with an eagle's feather as its plume.

There was a hush as the warrior came forward. He carried a strange two-pointed spear, and a club lined with shark teeth swung attached to the reed belt at his waist. Otherwise he was naked, and his cock hung thick and long between his legs, proving his manhood for all to see.

The blazing torches held by the servants bobbed uncertainty, temporarily disrupting the light. But the bright moon held court this night, its icy light full and pure enough to see by.

"Who here calls himself 'Warchief?' the man demanded, leaping forward past the startled warriors. He mounted the step of the altar, standing brazenly several feet taller above the rest. He looked not unkindly at Nolani, bound beneath him.

A few warriors brandished their fire-hardened spears. Some even approached him, looking for an opening in which to strike. But the canny stranger danced nimbly on the wide altar, and his long spear and height gave him advantage against their treachery.

"I am Peioka, rightful Warchief over all Nuubia. I lived and breathed on this island long before you were even glimmers in your mothers' wombs, and look at my vigor still! I challenge the Warchief of this tribe, and say this to you the people. You are MINE, not his. I will guide you and lead you to conquer your neighbors." 

Peioka had lived in seclusion long enough, and his immortal life needed fresh meaning. He could not live forever in his regrets over the damage he'd caused to Alana, his first love now lost. He knew better than to speak of this, though, and thrust the sadness from his mind.

"Where is your cowardly Warchief?" Peioka shouted, and that silenced the nervous laughter from the younger warriors and the catcalls of 'Old Man' hurled at him from the audience.

Hakomsa slowly roused his girth. The burly Warchief was a head shorter than Peioka. Where Peioka was handsome, Hakomsa was snout-faced, not outright ugly, but unpleasant enough so that even his admirers admitted he had a grim look.

Hakomsa shoved Awika aside and took a fire-hardened spear from the hand of a trusted warrior.

"Prepare to die, Old Man. I will gut you like a fish and force you to eat your own innards," Hakomsa promised. 




Nuubian Saga Ch. 01



The burly Warchief entered the inner circle of his fifteen warriors, who now stood all about the altar. He brandished his spear, let out a terrifying war cry, and charged.

Peioka calmly assessed the massive bulk of the angry Warchief attacking him, whipping his spear around in an unexpected sideswipe rather than hurling its pointed end. The bladed head of Peioka's spear caught Hakomsa along the jaw, shredding bone and teeth as the burly leader fell unconscious to the ground.

Peioka calmly hopped down, threw down the spear and drew his club, braining his adversary with three efficient bashes to the skull. Silence. Torches flickered. No male or female made a sound.

Peioka turned to the other warriors, sizing them up, seeing who might be a threat. A wiry, young warrior approached, his eyes gleaming with good humor. He struck the butt of his spear against the lava rock with a resounding rhythm. Showing respect. Acknowledging Peioka's prowess.

Soon the other uncertain warriors, even the veterans, joined in. The deafening beat made the night come alive.

Peioka quietly cut Nolani's bonds and removed the collar. He walked over to the young warrior who'd started the act of accepting him as new Warchief, and looked him in the eye.

"Do you have a name?"

The young warrior nodded, replying with a boyish grin. "I am called Keiho. I am a good warrior, but one day I would become a great man, like you."

"You're off to a good start then, Keiho. I would adopt you as my son. Will you accept?"

The startled warrior said nothing, but gratitude formed slowly on his face. Adoption was a common custom among the tribes. Keiho's father had died in one of the endless skirmishes with neighboring tribes. He had no other family.

"Indeed. I will."

Peioka clapped Keiho firmly on the back. With swagger and bravado, Peioka announced that there would be no sacrifice this night. A murmur ran through the crowd, but they quieted down as Peioka walked among the warriors, shaking hands and assessing their loyalty and mettle with a shrewd eye.

Once he had finished dismissing the warriors, the crowd waited and Peioka stood to address them. Keiho stood beside him, and he whispered into his new protégé's ear.

"What god do your people worship?"

"Elal, god of war and sacrifice."

"War, perhaps," Peioka replied, "but sacrifice no longer." He told the tribe gathered that Elal demanded "fertility" this night and that coupling was demanded, each man with as many women as he pleased.

And so saying, with the new Warchief's swagger carrying the day, Peioka approached Nolani.

"Since I saved your life, little slut, I expect a decent reward." Nolani managed a smile, but her smile faltered as Peioka grabbed her by the neck, forced her to her knees, and ordered her to suck.

Nolani complied, her eyes growing like saucers when she saw the size of his cock. 'Does he mean to fuck me with that?' she wondered. But he had no time for her reflections, thrusting his cock-head insistently at her lips until she opened and let him in.

Nolani pumped her mouth back and forth along the top 6 or 7 inches of his cock. It was too long to easily engulf between her luscious lips. Even as he grunted, Peioka gestured at the naked pale-breasted captive who stood near Hakomsa's empty seat and turned to Keiho.

"Go ahead. Enjoy the young cunt over there. Give her a hard fucking and take her as your slave. This one will be mine." 

Keiho brightened, his head bobbing eagerly in thanks. The young warrior was wiry more than muscular, but he was still growing to his full strength, and his body was incredibly virile. Awika had time to utter a few startled gasps before the eager warrior thrust her onto her back and pushed her thighs wide, positioning his cock between her pussy lips.

"What...what are you doing, Sir? Now that the old Warchief is dead, are not my sister and I free?" 

"No...and you shall call me Master or Lord Keiho. The new Warchief has taken your sister Nolani to be his slave-woman and now he has given you to me." So saying, Keiho thrust his cock into Awika's sloppy pussy, reveling in the grip of her sheath around his fleshy spear. The creamy-breasted teenager moaned as he tested the depths of her sheath, flinging his body forward with brutal thrusts as his lips hungrily captured hers.

Awika thought to herself, 'This is not a fate I would have chosen, but at least I am alive...and my sister is alive, and this New Warchief seems less cruel than the last.' With that thought in her mind, the girl began to squeeze her cunt muscles around Keiho's prick, her hands clasping his shoulders as she moaned and encouraged him.

"Fuck me, Lord Keiho. Give me your cum." 

"Better hope I do," Keiho warned. "If you are not obedient, do not think I will be gentle." 

The young man felt he had to properly warn his new slave, and she seemed to take it to heart. The slender slave girl moaned louder, her cunt milking his balls to a fantastic finish as Nolani slurped hard on Peioka's prick in the background, his penis fountaining cum in Nolani's mouth as the startled girl gasped and swallowed most of the immortal man's seed.

Peioka pulled out, satisfied as he saw the excess cum oozing from Nolani's chin. He knelt behind her gorgeous ass, spreading her cheeks before ramming his rapidly regenerating cock between her cunt lips. Nolani's mouth opened for a prolonged and wordless moan as she felt that amazing cock ream her tight pussy.

Peioka had abandoned his isolation. He had taken control of his first tribe, and there would be others.

A new age had begun. 

******

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note:

This is for anyone who's ever wondered what a myth would be like if it were X-rated and shamelessly horny...Comments are welcomed.



Nuubian Saga Ch. 02



Disclaimer: All people depicted are understood to be 18 years of age or older. 

*

Peioka and his war council sat on the bamboo mats in the high tower of what had once been Hakomsa's fortress. It was a cobbled-together bastion of rock inside a wooden palisade which overlooked the ocean. To more civilized eyes it might have seemed primitive, but for Nuubia it was a bulwark against the frightening elements, wild animals, and tribal enemies. A bristling hedgehog wall of sharpened stakes enclosed the fortress's outer wall, breached only by a thin gap near the official fortress gate. All 400 plus souls of Peioka's tribe now either lived in the fortress or farmed the garro pods in the terraced fields etched into the hillsides. 

As new Warchief, Peioka had chosen to lessen the tribe's reliance on the sea's bounty, growing their own food to make the fortress more self-sufficient and stockpile food. If he were going to launch an invasion of neighboring tribes, he preferred to be ready for any counter punch.

Peioka regarded all in the circle of his advisors. Some he almost trusted. Others he did not trust further than they could be thrown. Peioka's philosophy was, 'Keep your enemies as close as your friends, but only as long as you have to.'

He glanced first at Zomaru, the gruff witch doctor. The muscle-bound, scar-faced man who claimed a special connection to the Spirit's world was the most overtly hostile. Zomaru did not like Peioka's decision to abolish the Sacrifice to Elal. Only Peioka's willingness to pay lip service to the angry god kept the two from open blows.

Besides Zomaru sat Palanri, leader of the veteran warriors. He was a pragmatist, and looked to where the wind blew, caring more about competence than belief. Peioka saw in him a potential ally, and viewed him with respect.

Beside Palanri sat Keiho, the charismatic if unofficial leader of the younger, more headstrong warriors. Peioka had chosen his adopted son well. The young man showed promise, and he was loyal to a fault.

Last there sat the elder of the tribe, Okonwe. The man's flowing greyish beard and light grey eyes seemed a good match for his shriveled skin. Though the Nuubians were not immortal, their life spans were long: the years 20 through 50 were prime years of procreation for both men and women, when they remained in the flower of youth and beauty. A long-lived man could usually reach 125 years, and Okonwe had surpassed that. But for all his age, the shriveled old man carried himself with dignity and a kernel of strength.

Peioka did not know what to think of him, but a tiny voice warned that the elder was not to be underestimated.

The council sat and spoke for many hours over what should be done and the proper path to war. There was open ocean to the west - no conquest could be had there. But to the east, north, and south lay the territories of three other tribes. 

The question was, which should be overthrown by force? Could some be peaceably absorbed? Which fruit was ripest for the plucking? Opportunities had to be based on all relevant factors, and not just on what tribal adversary had the strongest warriors.

Peioka considered the tiny kingdoms of his three Warchief neighbors - Uruga to the east, Aleu to the south, and Kanunu to the north.

Uruga was a fat, passive Warchief. He was a man who cared more for comfort than for ambition. His only son was by all accounts as soft, and with the same inclinations.

Aleu was older than Okonwe by at least a decade, a doddering old man with three ambitious sons, but they were too absorbed jockeying for position against one another to pose much of a menace for the time being.

Kanunu was the obvious threat. A Warchief 30 years of age, Kanunu was young, known for his tactics in battle, and had already led two famous raids into Aleu's and Uruga's lands. He had captured many female slaves, and word had spread of his extensive harem.

Debate snarled back and forth when Peioka called a break to the meeting. The words had been too heated, and Peioka wanted to lower the tension in the room.

"Tribe-kin," Peioka said, addressing them all, "let us take a break, and a useful one at that. I have asked my slave harem to attend us." Peioka clapped and three naked females entered the room, their wrists bound with rope in front of them. Peioka found it useful to remind the slaves of their place. He had no wife - for the Nuubians of this tribe did not consider women equals. All women were considered slaves, although those women born within the tribe were usually ranked higher than those captured in raids.

The first slave girl was Ohana, and her fellow slave was Hira. Ohana was the taller, sturdier of the two. Ohana's breasts were full, begging to be suckled. Hira was petite, a willowy specimen of femininity. Both girls had long dark hair, black as crow feathers, and smooth, golden skin which seemed even more beautiful in the fading light. The slave girls were in their early 20s, and the men's cocks immediately stiffened when they entered the room.

Behind them came Nolani, her nipple rings catching the sunlight between the tower's open windows. Together these three formed Peioka's modest harem.

Peioka gestured impatiently at Ohana and looked towards Okonwe. "Don't be shy, little sluts. Plenty of cock here for all of you. Ohana, make yourself useful. Give Okonwe a proper coupling."

Ohana nodded, leaning between Okonwe's legs and flicking her tongue at the tip of his weathered penis. Okonwe groaned, then growled as Ohana's lips slipped around his cock, forming good suction as she pumped her mouth back and forth, lubricating his cock in preparation for a thorough fucking.

Hira glanced at the cornucopia of cocks and settled at last on Zomaru's. The grim witch doctor thrust her onto her hands and knees before him, his hands cupping her tits for leverage as he teased his cock up and down her slit. "You are kind to share this one's sweet pussy, Warchief. Some would say such sharing is a sign of weakness," he added, a veiled barb thrown Peioka's way.

Peioka ignored the remark and motioned for Nolani to suck him. The big-breasted slave was soon leaning over him, slurping fervently on his mammoth-sized prick. Her gurgling momentarily paused as Keiho approached from behind, positioning his manhood between Nolani's pussy lips and thrusting his hips forward with such force that Nolani gasped as the cock both filled her and nearly sent her headlong into Peioka's lap.

"I hope you do not mind sharing her, Father."

"Not at all, stepson. We are family, and what is mine is yours," Peioka replied.

Peioka watched, impressed as Nolani endeavored to take his shaft entirely in her mouth. She impaled her lips on his straining penis, progressing downward until her nose tickled his pubic muff.

Peioka's groan reached a critical depth, his testicles eager to be emptied as the big-breasted slave suckled harder and harder, gurgling and holding him tightly in her hot mouth. He felt Nolani's breasts brush against his knees as she bottomed out her luscious lips at the base of his rigid man-meat.

"Uuuhhh you little fuck-slave...don't stop!" Peioka growled. Meanwhile the Warchief noted with satisfaction that Hira was groaning delightfully, her nipples hardened little points as Zomaru's vein-bulging shaft buried itself in her heat, fucking her brutally from behind. The witch doctor's grunts were accentuated by the occasional slap as Zomaru's hands smacked Hira's smooth-skinned ass cheeks again and again and again. Zomaru's free hand held the back of Hira's neck to hold her in place.

The slender slave girl moaned, shocked at how thick and long the witch doctor's cock was...almost as prodigious as the Warchief's, who was her new master. Her bound hands pressed firmly into the bamboo matting, barely keeping her slender figure from sprawling forward with the force of Zomaru's constant fucks.

But this didn't seem to satisfy Zomaru for long. He spit into Hira's puckered ring and pulled out his penis only long enough to reposition it at the entrance to the slave's tighter hole. Hira squealed as her young ass was brutally taken, the cock feeling like a battering ram as it slammed toward her bowels.

"Ooh Spirit safeguard me. Be gentle, Master. Your cock is plunging into my ass. Please...would you not prefer my soft, inviting cunt?" Hira asked hopefully.

"Silence! You were born to FUCK, not SPEAK," Zomaru replied. He grabbed a long reed-woven crop which he kept on his discarded belt to discipline difficult slave girls. He now smacked it against the smooth skin above Hira's pussy, pumping her ass with his cock as her moans sailed to new heights.

"Please Master, it hurts!" Hira wailed.

To Zomaru's surprise, Peioka reached out, fondling Hira's tits as he voiced encouragement.

"Not bad, Zomaru. You know how to show these little cunts who's in charge."

Hira's groans progressed with the rhythm of the crop now smacking against her cunt lips. Her agonized groans reached a crescendo as Zomaru roared at her, "Squeeze your ass on my thick manhood as if you're taking a shit. I want to feel how tight you are, bitch!" 

Hira was shocked at the sudden removal of the riding crop. Then Peioka's hand was reaching out to stroke and tease her clit even as Zomaru fucked her anus. If Peioka's interference bothered the witch doctor, he made no sign of it. 

The witch doctor fucked Hira harder and with more vigor until Peioka's attentions to her clitoris sent the naked slave girl over the brink. Hira moaned, her ebony hair thrashing as her head whipped back and forth. Her whole body shook as she came violently, her pussy juice spattering and soaking the bamboo mat.

Zomaru thrust into her tiny ass to the hilt, grunting hard as his penis shot a huge load of jism into her bowels. He held her sexy ass firmly against his pelvis until the last drop of seed had emptied before sliding back onto his haunches, panting and satisfied.

Peioka's cock meanwhile was itself ready to burst. Nolani finally withdrew her mouth from its sucking frenzy. Peioka nearly came as Nolani drew back, her lips dripping with half a dozen cheese-like strands of cum. Nolani tried to lick her lips, but the cum had already oozed to her sexy tits. Peioka roughly took her by the throat, half choking her as he ordered her to get up and straddle him.

"Get your pussy on this cock!" Peioka shouted. Immediately Nolani leapt into his lap, forcing Keiho's disappointed cock to slip free as she mounted her master and surrendered herself to the impalement of the Warchief's incredible prick.

Her bound wrists pushed firmly against Peioka's hard chest muscles as the Warchief told his frustrated adopted son to put his cock into her mouth. Keiho took him up on the suggestion, standing beside Nolani and thrusting his cock between her pliant lips. Nolani moaned as one cock filled her mouth and another drilled her pussy.

All the while, Okonwe's more modest grunts also joined the sex-filled chorus in the room. Ohana's pussy pumped back and forth, enticing his ancient cock with her cunt's sweet, vice-like squeeze along every inch of his shaft. She rode his cock like a sex-crazed female.

"This little one is a real whore," Okonwe rasped. "I thank you for your hospitality, Warchief." So saying, the weathered elder leaned forward, suckling on Ohana's breasts as his cock twitched, one spurt of cum joining the next until he'd filled her completely. Ohana purred like a kitten, her moan telling all that she felt the sticky heat filling her insides.

Zomaru reluctantly let Hira turn around and suck her fluid-remnants off of his penis. The grim man growled at her to suck harder, and as she did the prick came back to life. She continued to slurp up and down his shaft, her tongue massaging the underside of Zomaru's cock until he rewarded her by standing up and lifting her into his arms, planting his phallus under her cunt as he cupped her ass cheeks and firmly bounced her up and down.

"Uuuhhh...Yes Master. Impale this slave's worthless snatch. I love you tearing the insides of my pussy with your big, nasty cock!" Hira cooed. She knew now that Zomaru liked sex rough and his slaves submissive, and that her master wouldn't protect her from his brutal sex. She tried to make the most of it.

Her bound hands gripped the back of Zomaru's neck hard. She bit her lip as the scar-faced witch doctor impaled her again and again. Her pebbled nipples brushed against his hairy chest, and his hands clenched her ass cheeks hard as he came.

"Take my fucking cum, you worthless little slut!" Zomaru growled, and Hira shuddered as she felt the sticky cum surge up her love-hole. She gasped suddenly, her body reeling as one of Zomaru's swimmers impregnated her.

Nuubian women could usually sense the rare event when a sperm fertilized one of their eggs. The long-lived Nuubians were not as fertile as shorter-lived humans, but every three or four years a slave might get pregnant...and now was Hira's turn.

The cum-filled slave girl groaned. "Master has made me pregnant. I feel a life forming in my belly." All male eyes focused in on Hira as her slender nakedness sagged, exhausted against Zomaru's chest. Zomaru just held the girl against his hard body, enjoying the feel of her tits rubbing against his skin, proud of the child he'd just created inside her.

This would be cause for a celebration feast when the moon rose. Peioka had decreed that from now on Elal was the god of war AND fertility, and that each new pregnant woman would be honored.

Hira sighed against Zomaru's chest, feeling sticky remnants of cum slide free of her snatch. She would not get to raise her baby - the elder women were free of all sexual duties and reserved as the exclusive caregivers of the tribe's youngest. When children were old enough, the men took over their instruction.

Zomaru idly stroked Hira's cunt lips as his flaccid cock swung free. He watched the odd expression of dazed satisfaction and pleasure wash over the slave's face as he plied her young clitoris with his fingers in his own way of saying 'thank you' and giving her a reward for her fertility.

"UhhhHH... th-thank you Master...thank you for fucking me hard and impregnating me with your glorious cock," she sighed. She rested her head against his chest, her hands caressing his belly as he continued to fondle her clitoris.

The other men congratulated Zomaru. Even Peioka paid him homage. 

"You have an impressive cock, Zomaru, brother-of-the-tribe. We shall celebrate the impending fruit of your loins. May I dare to call you 'friend'?" A long pause followed that bold question.

Only moments ago Zomaru and Peioka were barely veiled opponents, but now the Warchief had shared his harem slave girls, Zomaru had impregnated one of them, and this was a rare opportunity for any man of the tribe, to have one of the Warchief's own fuck-slaves to bear his child.

After what seemed eternity, Zomaru nodded and quietly said, "You may, Warchief, and you have my thanks."

He then returned to his clit-stroking campaign, until soon Hira was putty in his hands, her legs turning to jelly as arousal blossomed between her legs, the squelchy sound of her gathering juices filling the room as Zomaru finger-stroked her G-spot and rubbed her joy nub at the same time.

"Yes, Master Zomaru...please let this slave come again," Hira sighed, her words interrupted as Zomaru tipped her head back, giving her a ferocious kiss as his fingers pumped into her sex and stroked her. With his tongue deep in her mouth, he heard her muffled moan reach a peak. And then her delicate fingers were scratching his chest as the orgasm swamped her senses, the naked slave's pussy gushing on his fingers.

He withdrew his cunt-soaked fingers and lifted them to Hira's lips. "Taste yourself, bitch." 

Meanwhile Ohana curled up next to a spent Okonwe as Peioka growled, pulling his cock out of Nolani at the last moment, spewing seed all over her tits and belly, the sticky cum-swaths streaming down in rivers to congeal at the downy pubic muff around her sex.

Nolani kept sucking Keiho though, and soon her muffled gasp entertained the men as the young warrior abruptly guided her to the nearby window, bending her naked torso through the opening as he speared her cunt from behind with his saliva-coated cock.

The people below in the courtyard looked up several stories at the tower's lower level, where the big-breasted slave could be seen moaning, her nipple rings flapping back and forth with the force of Keiho's fucks.

"Give it to her hard, my son. Spirit bless me, I'm already feeling my cock get hard again, watching you slam that rigid manhood of yours into the girl's soft glove of flesh. Give that cunt the fucking she so richly deserves!" Peioka urged. "Make her squeal!"

Now up to this time only Palanri had stood apart from the festivities. But he had stood watching with his cock long and hard, dripping pre-cum as he stroked himself and saw the slave girls satisfy their appointed pricks. Now the veteran warrior belatedly joined in, pushing Keiho aside long enough to insert his own cock between the busty slave's cunt lips. He fucked her with bestial abandon but didn't last long, almost moaning as his seed erupted, filling her velvety snatch before spilling in rivulets from her sore labia to form a sticky pool on the matting between her legs.

Keiho gave the older warrior a dark look before continuing his onslaught. His cock catapulted into Nolani's pussy with such force that she cried out, and then her moans continued at a quick pace until Keiho pinched her nipples hard and ordered her to come. 

"Clench that cunt on my cock and gush your worthless cunt-juice on my balls!" Keiho roared.

Nolani bit her lip, trying desperately to obey. She reached downward with her bound wrists, fondling her own clit as his cock plunged through her tight, moist channel. She let out a primal scream - one of ecstasy rather than pain. Her juices flooded Keiho's plunging penis and dripped in copious streams to coat every inch of his pubic hair and sac.

That was all the young warrior could stand. He planted his cock firmly in her sheath, growling his release as he savagely squeezed her sexy tits. Her weary pussy was glistening with two types of cum when Keiho finally pulled out his contented cock and gave her ass an affectionate slap.

Peioka lay back, deeply satisfied. The cunt-slaves were ordered to leave except for Hira. The newly impregnated slave was allowed to stay and suck Zomaru's cock while the men continued their council of war, deciding on Uruga as the first target of conquest. 

"We have chosen, then," Peioka said at last. Hira's cute lips drew off of Zomaru's cock, strings of cum oozing from her mouth as she spit on the cock and re-smothered it with her mouth and tongue.

"Yesssss..." Zomaru replied, and Peioka couldn't tell if the witch doctor was agreeing with him or encouraging the willowy sex slave to slurp harder on his cock.

Peioka smiled inwardly. His gamble in allowing the council to fuck his slave girls had paid off. Rather than seeing it as a sign of weakness, they had shown appreciation. Zomaru's impregnation of the beautiful Hira wasn't something he'd foreseen, but he'd taken the opportunity it offered, earning Zomaru's grudging acceptance for joining the witch doctor in celebration of a slave well-fucked and implanted with child.

His plan was taking shape. But would the attack on Uruga succeed as he hoped? Would his relationship with Zomaru continue to thaw? Only time would tell.

******

The sun hung like a peach about to be swallowed by the world. Uruga watched its descent from the bed chamber of his private hut, unaware of what came for him.

Enshrouded by the koah trees on the slopes far below, Peioka and 43 warriors armed with spears and shark-toothed clubs waited for cover of darkness.




Nuubian Saga Ch. 02



Uruga had a barrel of a stomach. His belly resembled a giant tub, and though his shoulders had some muscle, the Warchief resembled an overstuffed gob of flesh more than the feared warrior each Nuubian Warchief was supposed to be.

But then again, Uruga did not mind being lazy and sharing power. His witch doctor, Skeyal, practically called the shots. The 350 or so souls who called Uruga leader knew where the real power lay. Now that did not mean that Skeyal didn't appreciate the legitimacy of authority that Uruga lent to him, allowing the devious witch doctor to be the power behind the throne.

And so, as had happened this day, Skeyal had arranged a little 'gift' for him. In this case the gift was naked, short, and petite, with little, firm breasts and a cute, heart-shaped face. Her dusky skin caught the sun nicely, and her eyes were light brown with a hint of orange as vibrant as coral.

The girl had known 18 summers and a little more, and she was undoubtedly young and nubile. Uruga admired her sexy mounds, the dark fuzz of pubic hair between her legs, and the smooth belly and attractive legs that completed the girl's irresistible body. She wore a necklace of shells marked in colorful pigments. Originally she was to be married to one of the other high-ranking warriors of the tribe. Skeyal allowed women to be traded in such a way to connect two warriors' households when they were mired in a long-term feud that might threaten the tribe's welfare.

This girl had been fortunate in that her chosen husband-to-be was also a love match. But the girl's unfortunate husband-to-be had ALSO been casting covetous eyes at Skeyal's position of head witch doctor. An unfortunate 'accident' had befallen him.

Now the girl was terrified. Uruga could see that much. She stood by the open doorway where the servants had left her, her eyes downcast. She didn't say a word. Skeyal had had her wrists put in wood manacles connected by a thin cord which allowed her hands some movement, but not too much. The witch doctor had left a crude key to unlock them on the chest near Uruga's bed.

"Come closer, sweetie. Have you a name?" 

To Uruga's surprise the girl looked up at him with defiant eyes. "I am called Keona. I do not wish to be bedded, lord Warchief. I have...I have never known a man other than my betrothed, and Father has told me that such intimacy should be with one who's earned my heart."

Uruga gaped. He didn't know what to say at first. He thought to himself, 'So, this girl's father is one of the radicals who wishes to improve the status of women in the tribe. Such a pity that I will have to introduce his daughter to the cruel realities of the world.' He reminded himself to deal with the girl's father sooner rather than later. 

His tribe was more progressive than most in Northern Nuubia. Men in theory had actual wives, though they could marry additional wives if they chose and have as many sex slaves as they wanted. When a man lost big in the gambling house near the village square, he might pay an extreme debt by selling off a beautiful daughter or female relative.

"Do you know why Master Skeyal sent you to me?"

The gorgeous teenager nodded. "Now that my betrothed is dead and I am no longer of my Father's family, I don't belong anywhere. As Warchief, you take possession of any female without a household."

Uruga nodded, lying back on his bamboo bed, its grass-woven rushes providing good comfort. "Very good, sweetie. So it goes without saying, your cute little ass belongs to me. Now...we can do this the difficult way or the easy way. I promise not to bite. If it helps, I also don't plan to fuck you just yet. Now come here and we can get those nasty cuffs off of you."

The dark-haired slave girl reluctantly walked to the bed, held out her hands while Uruga used the key. She rubbed her sore wrists as the Warchief discarded the cuffs. 

"Thank you," she said softly. 

He then told her to take off the colorful necklace. 

When she hesitated, he looped an arm around her torso, stood up, and pressed her firmly against his naked flesh. She could feel his elongated cock pressed hard against her belly.

"Are you going to listen to what I say, girl, or does this cock need to acquaint itself with your sweet cunt?"

The girl stammered. "N-no great Warchief. I'll do what you ask." Keona took off the necklace, threw it aside as the Warchief laid back on the bed and gave what seemed to her an impossible order.

"Do-do I have to, Master?" she pleaded.

He had just ordered her to straddle his face with her cunt lips over his mouth.

Uruga looked at her darkly and gestured to whips and other implements of discipline which hung on the hut's wall.

Keona slowly walked over and straddled the rotund Warchief's face. His flat-nosed face broke out in a grin as he smelled the girl's sex. Without preamble he began to lick and suck that pearled nub. He heard the girl's abrupt intake of breath.

Keona's arms shot out to either side of the bed, grasping the big Warchief's shoulders as she leaned back and unconsciously thrust her pussy further into his tongue. Her immediate shudders brought him great satisfaction, and he nibbled on her bundle of exquisitely sensitive nerves for what seemed eternity to her.

The petite little slave looked down, her pussy moistening with each inexorable stroke of Uruga's tongue. She realized inwardly, 'Spirit save me, he's a revolting windbag, but the man's tongue...uhhh fuck...he's making me so WET.'

Her betrothed had always been a great cunt-muncher, bringing her to orgasm many times before implanting his manhood between her legs. This ugly Warchief was just as skilled, and it tormented Keona. Guilt and shame bloomed red on her cheeks. The teenage girl's mouth opened, and she shut it quickly, but not before letting a wordless moan escape.

"Mmmm...you taste good, sweetie. I think I'll call you Yummy-cunt. That has a nicer ring to it than Keona, don't you think?" The merciless Warchief continued to eat out her pussy, faster and faster. His tongue made devastating inroads, flicking deep between her labia, then coiling and sucking her clitoris until the nub was as hard as a cock.

"Ooooh please stop, Master. You're..." She didn't want to finish that sentence, but she had to when he kept licking and growling between licks.

"Say it, Yummy-cunt. Tell your Master how much you like having your pussy munched on!" As he said it, the Warchief playfully nipped at her clitoral nub, sending thriving shivers of sensation to heat the deep, warmer spots in her body. Her juices were already trickling onto his tongue. The squelchy sounds of her arousal couldn't be missed.

Keona sighed, her back arching, all the better to shove her cunt right into that heavenly tongue.

"Y-yes M-master...I...I love your tongue licking my pussy," she confessed. No sooner did she say the words, Keona felt the Warchief reach up his big hands to cup the globes of her ass, shoving her crotch hard into his face as he suckled on her clitoris savagely, grazing it with his teeth...hard but not painfully.

Keona let out a sudden scream, her body failing her. The orgasm tore through her so fast she hadn't seen it coming. Her young pussy streamed juices onto her Master's tongue, filling his mouth with her sweetness.

"Ahhhh fuck, you're a real gusher, sweetie." Uruga continued to lick out her cunt until most of her juices had been swallowed up. The rest of it glistened on the Warchief's nose and chin.

The Warchief smiled, but his eyes were less than lenient. "So, Yummy-cunt...I have done something for you, giving you pleasure. Is it not time for you to return my favor?"

Keona shuddered, realizing what he probably meant. She tried to deflect him. "May this slave give you a back massage, Master?"

"I think you know what I mean," Uruga growled. "I was going to let you get by with just sucking my cock. But just for that, trying to play me a fool, I think you should have to mount my cock and impale that horny snatch of yours."

Keona quailed at the thought. Looking backward, she saw a cock at least 10 inches tall, the thick pole of meat bulging with blue veins.

"Please, let me suck you," she begged. Before he could reply Keona lurched off of the Warchief's face, turned around and smothered his cock-head with her mouth. Uruga watched the sexy sight of the girl's wide open pussy lips hovering above his face as she went to town on his prick. Her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock with gusto, although her tiny mouth hadn't yet taken all of his shaft deep.

He groaned, pushing his cock upward so that her lips could engulf him that much easier. She gurgled, clearly surprised by his sudden movement. He spit into her wet pussy and grasped her legs, bringing her sex once more within reach of his tongue.

As the teenage captive continued to impale her lips around his prick, he gave back the love by eating out her pussy for a second round.

'Spirit help me, I have to make him come in my mouth. Maybe then he won't want to fuck my pussy," Keona thought.

The slave almost got her wish. As she drew off his cock for a quick breather, thick cheese-like strands drifted from her lips. She licked her chops, finding the cum smeared along her lips surprisingly sweet. 'Mmm...why does the bastard's seed taste so good?' she wondered.

Then she moaned as his tongue furiously battered her clit. She sank her mouth onto his cock again, slurping feverishly. The pre-cum tasted so good on the slave's palate, and soon she found herself almost sucking his cock just for the delicious flavor. 'Spirit condemn me. What's wrong with me?' she asked herself.

Then the disappointed teenager heard those fateful words from Uruga's mouth. "That's enough, Yummy-cunt. Time to mount up. You get to straddle a big, nasty cock and FUCK it. Lucky you!"

"Oh Spirit have mercy, please NO!" she cried, but she did as he asked. The nubile slave swiveled and readjusted herself. Placing her legs on either side of Uruga's, she gently grasped his long, thick cock and lined it up at the fuzz-enshrouded opening to her sex. She looked almost mesmerized by the pearly drop of cum gathered at its tip, the pulsing veins throbbing down all sides of the man's enormous prick.

She looked at Uruga's face. His eyes were glued intently to her pussy, hoping to watch every agonizing second as that pussy slowly lowered itself to encompass every inch of his penis. She tried one more time to reason with him.

"Please Master. I don't want to get pregnant."

"Too fucking bad. Now hurry up, Yummy-cunt! Impale that sweet pussy on my cock and ride my fat manhood like a mindless fuck-toy or I promise you, I will find a way to make your family suffer."

That gave her all the motivation she needed. 'That evil bastard,' she thought, but Keona had no choice, and she reluctantly sank her pussy downward. First she engulfed just the head of his cock. She bit her lip, groaning as it stretched her when she sank all the way down, bottoming out on his thick phallus. 

She jerked her head forward, groaning in agony and pleasure simultaneously as she began to grind on his lap. Her pussy walls felt his cock rubbing in places that made her moans only intensify. "Fuck...uhhh" she groaned. "Fuck me...Master. Your cock feels so GOOD," she crooned. And it did. Though Keona hated her new Master's guts, she couldn't deny the pleasure she was getting from this.

Uruga sighed, his body aching with desire. He just lay there, letting the girl fuck herself, riding his cock toward what would be a sticky finish.

Darkness had fallen, though, and what he did not know was that Peioka and his warriors had already launched their stealth attack.

Keona cried out as Uruga's cock erupted in her pussy like a volcano. Huge spurts of cum filled her insides as she gasped, feeling the hot-white stickiness within her. She groaned, falling backwards as the excess cum seeped from her soiled cunt. 

"Come back here and clean off my dick, sweetie!" Uruga ordered. But before she could obey a huge spear flew through the doorway of the hut, barely missing her head and implanting itself directly in Uruga's stomach. The fat Warchief gurgled and died, his eyes going lifeless.

The naked slave girl turned in time to see Peioka stride in, a blood-smeared club in his hand. He turned back to his warriors, who were mopping up the remnants of resistance. The unsuspecting warriors of Uruga's tribe had been caught completely by surprise. The sentries had died without a sound, and Skeyal himself had been brained to death in his bed.

The handsome Warchief gave Keona a triumphant grin, "Congratulations, little slut. I've just rescued you from Fatty over there. Welcome to my harem."

The girl sighed, realizing that it was best to accept her fate.

"Let's get to know each other, shall we?" Peioka growled. He took her by the wrist and guided her outside to the village square. Keona saw the people of her tribe being rounded up by Peioka's warriors. Her parents were among them. 'What would happen to them?' she wondered. When she dared ask, Peioka smiled. 

"They are being absorbed into my tribe. Have no worries, girl. No harm will come to them as long as they don't put up a fuss. Now, where were we?" He slipped a finger into her cunt, feeling the slimy cum of Uruga still coating the insides of her love channel. "Messy little bitch, aren't you? What did that fat slob do to you? You poor thing. It's time you got fucked by a real man."

Bending the gorgeous fuck-slave over a smooth boulder right in front of several dozen onlookers, he lined up his cock between her labia and gently nudged his cock-head into her damp warmth. "Uuhhh fuck, you're nice and tight. Shove that sexy ass backward to meet my thrusts as I give you a good, hard fucking."

Keona groaned and obeyed, flinging her hips backward as the man-meat lanced through her soft tissues. Her supple breasts felt cold against the rough stone as he pressed a hand on her back to keep her firmly in place. The teenager's knuckles whitened as she tightened her hands on the boulder's edge, trying to clench her cunt muscles around his penis.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy, great one. I am yours!" she squealed. Whoever this new Warchief was, she needed him to think of her affectionately...because she hoped that she could use her position as harem slave to this man as a bargaining chip to keep her family safe. 

This was all going on in Keona's head as she felt the cock ram through her pussy again and again and again, until her pussy was dripping with arousal and the need to come.

"Come, little bitch. Come hard on your new Master's prick!" Peioka roared. He watched the dusky-skinned teenager slam her cunt lips back, squeezing firmly around his cock as she cried out in ecstasy.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh Spirit YES! FUCK!" she wailed, and her juices spattered onto Peioka's cock.

With the conquest of Uruga's people, Peioka's tribe had nearly doubled in size. As his shaft thrust hard and fast into Keona's tight wetness, the Warchief considered his next target. 

He didn't know what the future held for sure, but he did know one thing; his ambitions would not be denied.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

Comments are welcomed. Suggestions - where to take the story - also appreciated. Thank you for reading. A 3rd chapter will be available soon, if it isn't already.



Nuubian Saga Ch. 03



Kanunu was not a merciful Warchief. In fact, among all the Warchiefs of Northern Nuubia, he was perhaps the most cruel.

An exotic female captive with creamy skin and a tangle of curly dark brown hair knelt at his feet. The girl had seen 19 or 20 summers, her young body pleasingly slender with mouth-watering tits and a tight pussy which Kanunu's servants had already shaved. 

"Please Master, don't kill me!" she begged. The girl's name was Mirala, and her fate was an unfortunate one. The Warchief was having the men erect a giant wooden phallus greased in whale fat near the shore. Soon they would prepare to impale her on it. 

While he waited for his men to complete their work, he ordered her, "Shut up and suck my glorious man-flesh until I'm ready to see you impaled to death on the Cock of Elal." 

Kanunu groaned with some satisfaction as Mirala desperately enveloped him with her mouth. She pumped her cute mouth up and down that rigid cock like a fuck-slave worshipping her god. Her sweet lips formed a tight O-shaped seal around Kanunu's prick. Her sweet breasts jiggled up and down as she bobbed her mouth up and down the 11-inch cock of her depraved Master.

Kanunu went through slave girls like a spoiled child went through new toys. Always the latest female captive would do some minor thing and fail to please him, and always he would sacrifice that female to Elal in some sadistic way.

Kanunu was handsome, but in a rugged, sinister way. His eyes were slightly too large on his well-formed face, and his face sneered more often than it smiled. But there was a charisma behind those good looks, and Kanunu had harnessed that into effective leadership. His warriors worshipped him.

The cruel Warchief groaned now as the brunette slave girl continued to lap at his prick. Her tongue licked up and down his throbbing shaft. He sat back on his chair, groaning with delight as the slave girl impaled her young mouth again and again until cum leaked between her lips. 

"Suck harder, you worthless whore. You call that cock-sucking? An untrained cow could do better!" he roared, backhanding her across the face.

Mirala tried to recover, and quickly re-impaled her mouth on Kanunu's slimy cock, licking his shaft up and down and then enveloping that manhood with her mouth until it rammed at the back of her raw-rubbed throat. She gasped for air, sliding her lips further down the Warchief's engorged penis until her nose smelled the pubic hair enshrouding his sex.

Kanunu sighed with a deeper sense of contentment as the nubile young slave girl held him deeply in her mouth, gurgling as he bunched her hair up with his fists and fucked her face even harder with powerful pelvic thrusts.

"That's more like it, bitch. Get ready for a full load of sticky goodness!"

Mirala gagged as the man came hard in her face, seed gushing into her mouth and dribbling down her chin in streams which soon covered her creamy tits with a sticky coat of jism glistening in the torchlight. The man seemed to have an unending supply of cum.

Meanwhile the men had completed erecting the giant four-foot dildo which was the 'Cock of Elal.' Mirala cried out for mercy as Kanunu grabbed her by the nape of the neck, dragging the naked girl to her feet. 

"Get over there, bitch. We have one more cock for your worthless pussy to FUCK." Mirala screamed louder when two warriors grasped her by the hips, raised her pink pussy to hover just above that giant phallus, and then cruelly forced her down on it...her pussy forced to engulf nearly 8 inches of it in in one plunge. 

The brunette screamed like a pathetic creature as her pussy felt that tremendous fullness. Her whole body trembled as the two warriors began to suckle her tits. 

"Do you feel Elal stretching your worthless snatch? You get to hang there, your pussy stuffed full of Elal's glory until the sunrise. Do you know what happens then, bitch?"

The stricken slave girl shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "That's when the tide comes in, cutie...so unless you can grow gills by morning..." Kanunu let the awful implication sink in as the two warriors continued to torment the hottie's young nipples. 

Kanunu ordered for his servants to bring over the next slave. Aurela was also creamy-skinned, but had unusual golden hair too. She had watched the fate of her fellow slave, and it scared her out of her mind. 

"Please Master don't hurt me! Fuck me! Use me! I'm your fuck slave!" she wailed. 

Kanunu grinned sadistically as he pinched her nipples hard, forcing his tongue between her soft lips. She moaned, and his hands slipped between her legs, inserting themselves roughly into her sex. He began to finger-fuck her hard while his tongue plundered her mouth. She moaned, and her sex began to betray her as he grazed her clit with his fingers.

"Did I say you could get enjoyment out of this, golden-haired BITCH?" Saying this, Kanunu yanked roughly on her pubic hair. Aurela cried out, sobbing as he kneed her in the stomach, pushed her onto her back and knelt between her legs.

"Just for that disobedience, instead of having your pussy fondled, you'll get a hard fucking." The muscular Warchief lined up his large cock-head and slammed himself between her petal-like labia, filling her up in one brutal thrust.

Aurela moaned loud enough as all the gathered warriors of Kanunu's tribe enjoyed the show.

"Fuck her brains out!" They shouted. "Make her feel every inch of you, Great One!"

Kanunu's fleshy piston slashed through her love hole, ricocheting along her cunt as he fucked her without mercy. The blond slave girl moaned and gasped as Kanunu tightened a hand around both of her wrists, forcing them above her head. The naked slave could only moan and spread her legs wider as he impaled her with his angry prick.

"Please Master, you don't have to be so rough. I'll fuck you," Aurela begged. This seemed to just enrage him more, and he roughly bit her nipple to make her scream before his next pulverizing fuck.

The warriors watched with respect and amazement as their Warchief thoroughly fucked the pale-breasted slave with endless stamina. At last he ordered her to push back with her cute ass to help welcome his punishing cock, and she obeyed.

Her agonized groans filled the air as the young cutie pushed her pussy downward to meet the Warchief's brutal fucks. Meanwhile poor Mirala was feeling 10 inches of Elal's ceremonial cock now embedded in her twat. The two warriors were now licking at the nub of her clitoris, assaulting it with alternate turns. Mirala's moans sailed higher and her juices began to flow onto that well-greased wooden pole.

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"Beg for my cock, you little slut! Do it," Kanunu growled. The young blond moaned and obeyed, trying desperately to squeeze her vaginal muscles around his prick.

"Please fuck me, Master Kanunu! Fuck my pussy so hard! Fuck me until I pass out or die! I love your cock inside me, Master. Yes! Fuck me, oh fuck me to death PLEASE!" She crooned.

The blond hottie was overdoing it, but it was better to overdo than not. The crazed madman plunging his manhood into her delicate sex seemed proof enough of that. He removed the hand from her wrists, grasping her by the neck and half-heartedly choking her as his cock continued to stroke deeply into her sex.

Meanwhile he shouted at her, "I released your hands, bitch. Now what are you going to do about it?" Unsure what the sadistic man wanted, the naked hottie swept her hands along the man's muscular buttocks, clenching tightly to them and urging her Master's crotch toward deeper union, helping him embed his cock even more firmly in her twat.

"Good answer, bitch. You may last a few hours longer than my last cunt-slave," Kanunu jeered. Then the Warchief stiffened, his cock slamming to the hilt into Aurela's sexy cunt before blasting an obscene burst of jism.

The warriors slammed the butts of their spears on the earth in respect as they watched their Warchief fill his fuck-slave with overwhelming seed. Aurela's moan deepened as she felt his sticky cum surging through her insides. He finally stopped spurting inside her, his half-flaccid cock still nestled within her ruined sex.

She had known a man before, but that had been a lover...a man who wanted to please her as much as himself. This man was a monster.

Aurela wanted to simply sag and lose consciousness, but she was too frightened to try. Instead she did the only safe thing. She moaned, "Please Master, let me clean this slave's nasty pussy juice off your glorious cock."

"Not a bad idea, little cunt. Get busy!" the Warchief growled. Aurela was all too aware of Mirala's rising moans in the background, saw out of the corner of her eye that the slender brunette was having her clit sucked hard by one of the warriors. Then the other warrior got his turn, nibbling persuasively on the girl's helpless sex. Mirala's cunt now clung to 11 inches of smooth, well-greased cock. 

Aurela went back to her own ordeal, her tongue swirling around Kanunu's tip before she licked her glistening juices off of his cock, replacing her pussy-residue with her saliva. 

"You better lick and suck my cock until it sparkles, bitch, or you get to join your friend over there and we'll erect a second four foot cock to impale your cute ass!" Kanunu warned.

The naked blond slurped frantically on the man's penis now, her whole head bobbing up and down. Her lips made a tight, desperate ring around that awful shaft, and she bottomed out on it right away, not waiting to be asked. Her cute mouth came up with three or four swaths of cum drifting from her lips in gooey strands. She sighed as he inserted two spit-covered fingers into her puckered hole, finger-fucking her ass, all the while urging, "That's my little cunt. Suck my cock...no, wait, you've done too well, now, making your Master hard and horny again. Mount up! Sit that horny little snatch on my nasty cock!"

'Oh no!' Aurela thought. 'This bastard is going to get me pregnant at this rate!' Did the man's reservoir of cum never run out? 

With a resigned look of misery the sexy blond straddled the Warchief as he seated himself in a wide and massive wooden chair. She deftly positioned his cock with her graceful fingers, lined up his egg-shaped cock-head at the entrance to her now-slimy cunt and lowered herself in one brutally swift plunge. 

It took her a moment to realize that the cry of pleasure had been hers. The slave girl's well-lubricated pussy had no trouble enveloping all that hard cock. To the contrary, she moaned instinctually as the barrage of sensations awoke new fluids trickling between her thighs.

"Look at this shameless cunt! Did I tell her she could enjoy this?" Kanunu roared at his warriors.

Realizing what she'd done, Aurela tried to repair the damage. "Please forgive this worthless cunt, Master! It was an accident! Your cock is too glorious and I love it impaling my unworthy snatch. Let me fuck you until you come in my worthless pussy and I promise to squeeze my ass around your cock next!" she pleaded.

Laughter chorused from the surrounding warriors. 

"Did you hear that, boys? This tasty bitch is using her tight ass as a bargaining chip. Let's reward her cleverness. You have a deal, cunt."

'Oh Spirit rescue me! What have I done?' Aurela thought. Had she really just promised to help this madman rape her in the ass?

Meanwhile Mirala's moans had finally reached a squeal of ecstasy. Even as Aurela bounced up and down on her Master's lap, feeling every inch of his cock grinding through her wet folds, she turned to watch Mirala's violent orgasm. The young brunette fuck-slave shuddered on the massive Elal dildo-cock, her juices flowing down that shaft as both warriors lapped at the sweet streams of nectar. 

"That's enough!" Kanunu roared to those two men. "That little brown-haired cunt has had enough pleasure for one lifetime. Let her hang on Elal's cock until the seas take her at sunrise!" 

Aurela's skin broke out in goose bumps as the Warchief's terrible promise sank in. 'Please Spirit!' she begged, 'Don't let that be my fate.' Screaming out how much she loved fucking his magnificent cock, the young blond slave slammed her pussy down so hard on the Warchief's cock, her breasts cupped and squeezed in the Warchief's hands as he watched her nakedness so approvingly.

"I am your fuck-slave...please tear out my pussy with your huge cock!" she wailed. To her own surprise, the naked girl found that the loud, squelchy rhythm of their bodies joining came from her dripping pussy. As Kanunu bent forward to suckle the blond's sensitive tits, the heat between her legs became a flood. The sex slave cried out, her body betraying her as the sweet pussy juice coated her rapist's angry shaft. It was the ultimate shame, and her cheeks bloomed bright crimson.

The warriors laughed, but the Warchief looked at her darkly and she knew that he'd given her no permission to come. 'Oh no. What have I done? What will he do to me now?' Terror gripped her by the throat...no, that was the Warchief's hand, she realized. Then she felt her field of vision go black around the edges, and a hot discharge of cum began spewing up her twat as the Warchief's angry words barely registered.

Aurela sighed as she passed out, filled with her Master's cum, her future uncertain.

Meanwhile one of two warriors tied Mirala's wrists behind her back while the other gently pinched the girl's nipples and kissed her possessively with a sloppy tongue. "Kiss me back, bitch. Let me feel your tongue explore my mouth. It'll be the last kiss you ever know, so you better enjoy it!"

The other warrior continued to bind her, securing her ankles to a pair of heavy lava rocks with tightly knotted rope. The brunette groaned, her pussy firmly clenched around the pole as the first warrior gave her sex a tantalizing farewell stroke.

They left the naked slave girl mounted on the four foot 'Cock of Elal,' her wrists and ankles held fast, her breasts glistening with saliva. 'Oh NO. No, this can't be happening. They're leaving me to drown!' Mirala thought, and terror engulfed her.

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Mirala was at the height of panic. The waves were lapping near her feet. But abruptly a wiry figure - a warrior, no less - came prowling from the tree line. He moved with grace, like a panther.

He approached her carrying a spear, with a sling dangling from his belt. He regarded the helpless slave girl quietly, but his rock-hard cock made it obvious that he enjoyed the luscious curves of her nakedness.

"What is your name, bitch?"

"Mirala. Please help me!"

Keiho nodded. "We do not have much time. You will do exactly as I say, yes?"

"Yes Master!" Mirala chirped.

Half a day's journey later, Keiho and his rescued slave had finally rendezvoused with a party of Peioka's warriors. After conquering Uruga's tribe, Peioka had sent Keiho and others to scout Kanunu's lands. Keiho was eager to report what he'd learned, but he needed a night's rest before he completed the trek back.

The young slave was exhausted but the men who had been waiting for word from the scouts were bored and restless, and they decided that a gorgeous female from a hostile tribe might offer good sport. Keiho tried to reason with them though, and eventually he made them agree to share.

The dark-haired beauty protested as the first man took her to a secluded spot, thrust her onto her back and spread her legs wide, lining up his cock.

"Go easy on her, Durga. She has been through much," Keiho reminded her. Durga was a beefy, brawny warrior of the tribe, only slightly older than young Keiho. The brute gently plunged his shaft between Mirala's cunt lips, plowing her with full but measured thrusts as she moaned.

"The bitch is tight...uh...uh..UH...I can tell you that much. She's squeezing my cock like a little slut...uh...uh...I think we should keep her," Durga shouted between grunts, which triggered laughter from the men all around. 

'At least these men do not threaten to kill or hurt me,' Mirala thought. The young slave began to push back to meet Durga's punishing thrusts, her chocolate-brown eyes focusing on his muscular chest, her fingers running down those taut muscles as she moaned for him to fuck her harder. "Please Master. Yessss! My pussy is yours. Plunge that magnificent cock so hard into my cunt!"

She was exhausted, but she feared what might happen if these men were displeased with her, and the one named Keiho had saved her life, so to let he and his comrades use her body seemed fair.

The brunette saw Keiho's eyes filled with lust as he watched the action. No sooner had Durga groaned his release, pumping her insides full of sticky jism, Keiho was on her in a flash. His mouth dove to her nipples, sampling them like a delicacy as his fingers scraped out gobs of Durga's cum and fed them to her lips.

She licked and slurped willingly on his fingers, loving how he continued to stroke her sex. 

"We have a definitely obedient fuck-slave on our hands, brothers!" one of the warriors shouted. The others rammed their spear butts into the earth, creating a steady drumbeat as Keiho pinned her against a tree, lifting her by the hips. She cried out as he impaled her aching snatch. It was sore from Kanunu's abuse, but she tried not to let it show.

Keiho admired the girl's stamina. After a half day's journey, most slaves would not have been so hardy. He pushed into her with his hard muscles, pinning her tits against his pectorals as he cupped her ass and made her ride his cock. She kissed him ferociously, her moans muffled as her nipples hardened.

Each time she bounced up and down his cock, new heat thrummed in her core. Her pussy was dripping, and she begged to be filled with his cum.

"Fuck me, fuck me Master. Fill up my tiny pussy!" she whined. The pale-breasted girl groaned with a shock as Keiho slid his cock free of her feminine sheath, rubbing his fingers against her clit so ferociously until she came hard, still pinned against the koah tree.

He brought his glistening hand up from her dripping sex. She panted in the aftermath of her orgasm, her body hyper-sensitive as she watched him lick her cunt juice off of his own fingers.

"You taste good, little slut. Ready for another round of fucking?"

"Spirit YES," she purred, grasping his rigid cock with one delicate hand. She felt its throbbing warmth, and it turned her on. She gasped as he picked her up again, pinning her against the tree once more. But this time her arms lassoed his neck, and he was able to take a step back, his cock still held in her damp depths as she helped fuck herself by gyrating her hips and ass.

Mirala couldn't believe how good this man's cock felt. If she were to be a slave for the rest of her life, she wanted to be THIS man's slave, she thought. Keiho groaned as the other warriors began some good-natured heckling.

"Hurry up, Keiho. Get your balls emptied soon in that bitch or not at all. Others are waiting!" one warrior yelled.

At last Mirala felt the warrior's cock stiffen in her young pussy. His cum shot deep, spurting through her insides as his arms crushed her against his chest. Her hardened nipples felt the warrior's rough, abrasive chest hair as she moaned loudly, thanking him for his seed.

"Ooooh Fuck yes. I love the feel of your sticky cum in my insides," she sighed. No sooner had Keiho lowered her though, then a new man and a new cock - horny as ever - took its place. 

Mirala was forced to suck and ride five more cocks. One virile warrior spewed violently in her face, leaving her hair, cheeks, nose, lips, and chin dripping with sperm-filled fluid. Most of the warriors were content to let her ride their shaft, doing most of the work. The last warrior simply laid back and let her grind on him while he fondled her jiggling tits. 




Nuubian Saga Ch. 03



When he came with a satisfied groan, the exhausted brunette felt Keiho's strong arms encompass her, lifting her slender nakedness off of the used-up prick. A gooey waterfall of cum seeped from her pretty pink cunt lips as Keiho told the other warriors, "All right, that's enough. Let the poor girl rest!" 

The last thing Mirala remembered was being allowed to lie down with a folded bamboo mat to prop up her weary head. Someone made her drink water from a clay vessel, and then she fell mercifully asleep.

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The brown-haired beauty awoke and realized that someone must have carried her a great distance. She was no longer at the rendezvous point at the border between Peioka's and Kanunu's lands. She appeared to be in some kind of tower, with a window showing her a view of an extensive wooden fortress, and terraced fields of crops on every hillside.

She opened her bleary eyes, finally focusing on the man who looked at her very curiously. He was taller and more muscular than Keiho, and he had an air of authority that the younger man didn't.

"I am Peioka, Warchief of this tribe. You are the slave girl named Mirala?" 

"Y-yes Master." Right away the lithesome girl crawled off of her bamboo bed and knelt before Peioka's rigid penis, licking it with her tongue.

"May I please you, Master?" 

"UuuHhh. Not now...I would ask you questions, slave. Keiho tells me that you have no fondness for your former Master."

She wasn't sure where this was going, but she was feeling horny. She continued to lick up and down the Warchief's shaft, enveloping him in her mouth as he gave out a frustrated groan. Her lips came off his cock laced with dangling strings of goo.

"I told you to stop," he growled. Annoyed, the Warchief pushed her gently onto her back, spread her creamy thighs wide, and plunged his manhood into her wanton sheath. Mirala gasped as his cock truly filled her. Even Keiho was not so thick or well-endowed.

"If you insist on being a distraction, we will have a pleasant fuck and you can lay there and take my cock up your wet cunt. Understand?"

The slave girl nodded, biting her lip and stifling a moan as his cock slammed through her love chute with a fervent thrust. 

"I need to know everything you can remember of Kanunu. How many warriors does he have? What food and drink does he prefer? When and where does he usually sleep? What time of day does he usually bed his women? Anything you can remember, no matter how minor the detail, do you hear me?"

The pale slave girl nodded, her lithesome body trembling under the force of Peioka's fucks. "This slave understands, Great Warchief. I will do as you ask." And she did...she told him everything she could remember. She told him about Kanunu's nomadic ways, how much he enjoyed hunting, both humans and animals, and especially female captives.

She mentioned anything and everything she could think of, until finally the hulking Warchief pulled out of the naked slave's snatch with a guttural cry and fountained cum all over her chest. The girl's breasts were covered in slimy, cum-filled glaciers which oozed down her creamy skin. She sighed, surprised and a little hurt that he had decided to deprive her pussy of the honor of his high-ranking seed.

"Get cleaned up, slut. I am giving you a choice. You may become Keiho's fuck-slave if you wish. Otherwise I will let the men draw lots for you. What will it be?"

Mirala's heart rose in her chest. Spirit be thanked! "Please, yes Master. Very much yes. Give me to Keiho," she said fervently. 

"Good," Peioka replied calmly. "Keiho is my stepson, and we share everything, including our women."

Mirala's cunt began to grow moist just at the thought. She could well imagine they did.

Later that night Keiho lay back with his cock embedded in Mirala's ass. Whale fat had lubricated her puckered hole nicely, and his cock thrust easily into her tight bottom. Meanwhile Peioka had her legs spread wide, her pink pussy begging for a hard fucking. He pressed his egg-shaped cock-head between her labia and plowed her sex hard, his balls slapping against her thighs with each potent thrust.

Mirala's life had come full circle...from doomed slave to valued fuck-toy. She screamed out as the double penetration sent her into the throes of orgasm. Her feminine scent filled the chamber, and both cocks renewed their zeal, fucking her slender nakedness with the fury of two beasts.

******

The war between Kanunu's tribe, nearly 200 warriors strong, and Peioka's tribe, with just over half that many seasoned fighters, became a conflict of attrition. Peioka would raid into Kanunu's lands, and Kanunu would respond by besieging Peioka's fort. The two sides fought back and forth like this for many weeks.

But Peioka began to take note of the patterns in Kanunu's strategies, especially his approach toward the fort before each siege. So it was, in the heat of the day with the sun overhead on one fatal morning, that Peioka and his hand-picked elite warriors laid in ambush.

When Kanunu and his warriors came down the trail a sudden forest of spears rained from the sky, impaling dozens of Kanunu's men. Kanunu's men fought ferociously, asking for no quarter, and their shark-tooth clubs caved in the skulls of more than a few of Peioka's fine warriors. But Peioka had one other surprise in store for his nemesis, for he had even armed his tribe's women!

Even Peioka's slave girls had been taught to use a simple sling. From the opposite slope along the trail their constant barrage of stones distracted Kanunu's forces and sowed precious seconds of extra chaos. During that melee Peioka's warriors took full advantage, using throwing and thrusting spears to tear into Kanunu's ranks.

Although Kanunu's men succeeded in battling through and smashing Peioka's spear formations apart, the toll in casualties had been high. Too high. Peioka himself meanwhile was at the center of the fray wielding a two-handed cudgel that crushed bone and stunned any enemy warrior who got within its deadly range.

At long last the battlefield lay quiet, save the groans of the wounded or dying. Peioka's women helped tend the men, and even Kanunu's warriors were shown mercy if they offered to surrender.

They captured Kanunu himself, stunned by a swiping blow and relatively unhurt. Peioka had a special fate in store for his cruel enemy...one which became long remembered among his people...

Kanunu awoke, disoriented at first. He remembered the screams of battle, the agony of seeing his warriors outflanked. He looked up, aware of a beautiful brunette, her breasts glistening in the sun. Her gorgeous body was covered in oils, and beside her stood an equally pale-breasted girl. It took the Warchief a second to register the impossible, and he was astounded.

"Slave Mirala?"

The sexy brown-haired slave nodded, and beside her the other pale sex slave, Awika, introduced herself.

"Do you remember leaving me to die, you worthless bastard?" Mirala said with a deceptively mild tone. She gently knelt over him, licking the tip of his penis and slowly grasping his manhood in her hand. As she began to pump it up and down, making it rigid, aching with need, Kanunu realized that his wrists and ankles had been bound outstretched to his sides, and that he was spread-eagled lying in a field of lava rocks.

"Let me go, bitch! What do you think you're doing?"

But Mirala just gave him a mischievous grin. "I'm going to give you a farewell present to remember me by, and then we're going to leave you bound on the rocks out here with no food, no water. Not a fun way to die," she said, and Kanunu heard the unmistakable note of triumph in her voice.

The vanquished Warchief groaned as Mirala began to stroke the underside of his cock with her tongue. Her hand gently pumped the base of his phallus, driving his cock into a throbbing heat. Kanunu groaned as the girl smothered his cock-head in enter mouth, slurping up and down his shaft like a rare treat until the man's cock glistened with her saliva.

"How do you like my mouth on your big, nasty cock, hm? Better appreciate it, you bastard, because it will be the last cock-sucking of your useless existence." Saying this, the lithesome brunette mouthed his cock again, pressing her lips firmly around his manhood and bobbing her head up and down his cock until she drew off of him with a squelchy POP. 

Thin strands of cum dangled from the naked slave's luscious lips, and she licked her chops before re-smothering his prick, going all the way down his shaft until her nose brushed against his pubic muff. She held him there, enjoying his prolonged and frustrated groan, until she finally came up for air, breathing deeply as more gooey cum-tendrils drifted from her mouth to the tops of her supple cones.

"When do I get to play?" Awika pouted. Mirala gave her fellow fuck-slave a wry wink and turned back to the tormented Warchief. 

"Kanunu, I almost forgot...it's about time you made yourself useful since you're now MY man-slave. That's right, you fucking pig. You will lie there as Awika mounts your ugly face and you will lick her pussy like a good little man-slave! And if you don't..." Mirala let the threat dangle, but she drew out a long, serrated ceremonial dagger.

"Peioka's witch doctor gave us this little toy to play with, in case you became difficult."

Awika settled her sexy legs above Kanunu's face and slowly settled her pussy down on the big warrior's face. When he still refused to lick pussy, Mirala raked her nails across his belly and shouted, "Suck Awika's clit and lick her pussy or I will cut off your fucking dick!" She grabbed his elongated prick and held the dagger lightly against the exposed, vein-throbbing cock.

Even Kanunu began to know some fear by now. His tongue began to pleasure young Awika's sex. The teenager was soon groaning atop his face. "UuuhhhHhh! Yes, babe. You got the stud going. I can feel his tongue on my clit. Mmmm," Awika moaned.

"Good. Keep it up, man-slave. I think you deserve a little reward." Now the reward Mirala gave him was dubious. She continued to slurp on his manhood with wild abandon until his cock was slimy with pre-cum. But now she mounted that cock, lining up his egg-shaped cock-head between her pussy lips and slamming herself down with brutal force. 

She began to grind hard on his agonized cock, but what made it true agony were the uneven lava rocks underneath Kanunu's torso and legs. The jagged rocks tore into his skin as Mirala pressed her weight onto him, giving him pleasure as she squeezed her cunt muscles around his cock, yet giving him back pain twofold as the lava rocks dug into his spine and back.

Kanunu was groaning, his face stuffed with Awika's cunt, as he unwillingly licked and sucked on the girl's horny young clit.

"UuuuhhhhHhh YES, you dumb ox. Suck my pussy!" Awika groaned. She was resting her hands on either side of Kanunu's shoulders, and now the pale-breasted slave girl ground her crotch harder and harder into the Warchief's face.

The Warchief let out a muffled cry as Awika's juices began to trickle into his mouth. She was climbing towards orgasm fast, her little nipples peaked into hardened buds. Meanwhile Mirala rode the Warchief's agonized manhood, pumping her young pussy up and down his cock as he groaned in pain and pleasure.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Doesn't my pussy feel so good gripping your nasty cock? Or are the sharp rocks under your worthless, naked ass giving you some discomfort?" she teased. 

Peioka stood back watching the show. He could think of no ending more fitting for this last and cruelest Warchief rival. Now Peioka had a firm foothold on the northern coast of Nuubia. Peioka's tribe would prosper. His people's future was assured.

He watched, his own cock growing hard, as Awika continued to buck her cunt into Kanunu's face. He heard the male captive's muffled protest as the teenage fuck-slave gushed hard in his face, her cunt nectar flowing onto his tongue and then overflowing across his lips and down his chin.

"Ohhh, Spirit be thanked! The bastard made me come!" Awika sighed. Her legs felt like jelly, but she kept her sex firmly pressed into Kanunu's face and told him to keep licking.

Peioka shouted at Mirala "Hurry up, slut! Get that worthless turd to empty his testicles in you and then we leave him for the beasts!" 

Mirala reluctantly nodded, humping the vanquished Warchief faster and more violently. Awika reached forward meanwhile and began stroking Mirala's clit as she rode Kanunu's nasty cock. Mirala's moans soared through the air, her nipples hard little pebbles as her breasts jiggled up and down with the powerful impalements of her pussy bounding up and down a now very slimy cock which rested above a cum-sloshing pair of male testicles.

Kanunu's tormented groans reached an apex. The helpless captive could only lie there and let the slender brunette squeeze his manhood with her tight snatch, milking his balls towards a sticky finish. From behind Peioka now sat and watched, aware of the cum leaking from the seal of Mirala's cunt lips. 

"Fuck him harder, Mirala. Make this bastard COME!" Peioka roared encouragingly. 

At the same time Awika's deft fingers were sending Mirala's pussy into a meltdown, her cunt juices turning from a river into a barely contained flood. Mirala bit her lip, moaning as she fucked herself up and down that helpless cock, impaling her own snatch again and again and again until Awika's skillful hands did their dirty work.

"Uuuhh yes, fuck. Fuck me. Spirit let me come!" Mirala begged. She lifted her hips up one more time, only to bring her soft sex crashing down, stuffing herself full of slimy penis. Mirala squealed then, her cunt losing all control, clenching again and again on Kanunu's prick as Awika continued rubbing the girl's now over-sensitive clit.

Mirala had to beg Awika to let up, shoving her fellow sex slave's hand away from her twitching sex. "Enough, Awika! Spirit help me, no more!" she sighed, her body still shuddering in the aftermath of her violent orgasm.

Meanwhile Awika crooned as a second climax sent her reeling, her juices spattering once more onto Kanunu's tongue. The helpless Warchief then moaned, long and deep, as his cock at last yielded up its precious jism. The vanquished Warchief's muffled cry as Mirala milked his balls dry was priceless. The willowy sex slave felt his sticky jism shoot deep towards her womb, fertilizing one of her eggs.

"That bastard made me pregnant. Fuck!" she yelled. Not that he would live to see the baby born anyway, and besides, a tribe needed more healthy babies to grow and to get stronger. Mirala looked at Peioka and saw satisfaction in her Warchief's eyes. 

Her Master Keiho also stood not far off, watching the brutal coupling. 

"Know this, bastard - you have just made me pregnant, and the babe I'll bear will strengthen the tribe of Peioka, the Warchief who destroyed you!" Mirala spat, slapping Kanunu hard across the face as she lifted her pussy up off his wilting penis.

Awika stood up too, on trembling legs, and managed to lurch away. Kanunu lay there, yelling for mercy as Peioka and the other warriors left him to rot. He had pussy juice filling his nostrils still, and Awika's nectar was still fresh in his mouth, but as he lay alone in the lava rock field, Kanunu realized that by being such a cruel Warchief he had sown the seeds of his own destruction.

As the sun set Peioka gathered with Keiho, Zomaru, and his sex slave harem in the courtyard to celebrate his lasting victory over Kanunu and his warriors. Keiho had Nolani and Keona for the night. He bent the big-breasted Nolani forward, fucking her roughly from behind as the petite Keona knelt behind him, gently licking out his anus. "Oooohhhh fuck. Get your tongue in there, little slut. Lick out your Master's ass," Keiho sighed. Meanwhile he jammed his cock into Nolani again and again with such force that the girl's moans filled the courtyard.

Peioka had Zomaru standing beside him. The witch doctor grunted with wild zeal as he stood there, cupping Awika's ass cheeks and bouncing her cunt on his rigid phallus. "I'll fuck your brains out, whore!" He shouted, kissing her with passion as she groaned and felt her pussy ache with the desire to be completely filled.

Lastly was Peioka, Warchief and leader. He lay draped over Mirala, his cock pounding between her sexy legs as she groaned and clutched at his well-muscled shoulders. "Fuck me, Warchief. Please grace this slave's cunt with the glory of your seed!" she squealed. 

Peioka feared to let his jism fill her. He had not forgotten what had happened to Alana, his first love. But control eluded him, and his testicles stiffened as he pumped surge after surge of sticky white jism into her baby-making channel. Mirala shuddered as the cum shot through her snatch, leaving her satisfied in a way she could never describe.

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TO BE CONTINUED...