Such a cute little thing!” Nolkonoe said as she licked the neck Charlie. Enjoying the taste of fear in his sweat.
“Ready to repay your debt to us outsider?” Phukomeia added as she pinned Charlie against the ground.
About twelve of the wolf women surrounded him, pinning him on the grass. Their hands probed his pockets for money as Phukomeia and Nolkonoe took turns holding him down or forcing kisses onto his lips. One of the girls said something to Nolkonoe. Grunting, Nolkonoe said something in their native tongue to Phukomeia. Phukomeia nodded and started to unbuckle his trousers.
“My apologies, but she said you have no money. But we still need payment,” Nolkonoe said as she placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
“So we shall take another kind of payment,” Phukomeia said as she dragged down his trousers.
Phukomeia licked her lips as her hand moved for the top of his pants. Panicking, he tried to release himself from the grip of Nolkonoe.
“Don’t struggle, it is futile, I was a member of the warriors for many years and have a lot more strength compared to you. A sheltered, small, outsider,” Nolkonoe said in a babyish, condescending and slightly mocking tone.
“I have money, it is in my caravan, just let me get it” Charlie was cut off by a forced kiss on the lips from one of the wolf women. Smiling she pulled back, allowing another girl to move in and have a taste of the male.
“Don’t worry, it may be early in the day, but we have taken quite a few good large gold coins from some Merchants. Disgusting things, those fat bastards,” Nolkonoe said as she placed a kiss onto Charlie’s forehead. Phukomeia managed to get a grip on Charlie’s pants and bring them down to his ankles.
“There it is, our payment producer! You see, as I was saying we don’t like having sex with those muscle heads or merchants. All are too boring, bland or have little personality. You, on the other hand, are kind, cute, and best of all easy to dominate. Something those merchants hate or like a little too much,” Nolkonoe muttered as she bit his ear.
Smiling she looked to see several of the wolf girls had already shoved their heads between the legs of Charlie. Dragging her gaze from the pile of mouths that danced around his member and sack, she looked to his face. His eyes were almost glazed over, not used to this level of intensity. Lifting his head to make him look at her, she admired the look of bliss in his eyes.
“You look so cute!” Nolkonoe cheered as she wrapped her arms around him, giving him a tight hug.
“He tastes good too!” Phukomeia said with a mix of joking and geniality as she pulled her mouth from his member.
“Please wait!” He tried to plead against his attackers.
“Is it not interested in women?” A wolf girl asked in her native tongue to Nolkonoe, not understanding his obvious protests. Giving the girl a quick hit on the head, she said her response.
“No, he is just shy, so be nice and gentle, to begin with. We did him a very big favour by not allowing the crowd to have him, so he owes us a good long time,” Nolkonoe said with a giggle as she kissed Charlie on the cheek. She wasn’t too worried about him fighting back anymore as she saw the looked of surrender in his eyes as he drifted back into her arms.
“Such an adorable little thing,” A voice said in their native tongue into her ear. Nolkonoe turned her head to see the intruder. Ourupadia greeted her with a glare and sneer as the other huntresses surrounded them.
Knowing the huntresses were one of the more feared groups in the tribe, they quickly retreated from Charlie. But not before snatching his pants and leaving him with. A promise of returning to finishing their job. Monsters, bloody monsters Charlie thought as he fell onto the grass, drained of energy.
Ourupadia moved down to his side. Swooping him into her arms, she moved back to the bottom of the tree. She regretted leaving him. Those dammed wolves though, of course when they volunteered to help save him from the crowd they did it with alternate ideas in mind. There was now blame though to be cast on them, if Ourupadia thought she could get the human so beloved by the Chiefess to owe a debt to her, she would have done the same.
One huntress carried over trousers as Ourupadia sat down at the base of the tree. A mixed look of fear and relief sat in Charlie’s eyes as he cuddled into the chest of Ourupadia. Smiling, she placed a gentle hand onto his head. He looked like a terrified child being alone in the dark for the first time. Such a young boy being this far from his home. If she was his mother she would never have allowed him to leave without a strong warrior or huntress wife to protect him.
Ourupadia raised his legs to allow a huntress to pull on his trousers. Glaring out towards the village, she couldn’t believe that the Chiefess had left him alone. Yes, her stabbing the knife onto the table would keep some away. But the younger, as well as the bolder of the tribe, were far too excited to probe him for information on his time with the Chiefess. He was a weak creature. Something that needed to be protected, and if the Chiefess couldn’t do that…
Ourupadia stopped her anger-driven thoughts as she noticed him shaking in her arms like a leaf. He wasn’t that much smaller than her, yet when curled in her arms like this, he was like a newly born baby. She decided that it was her job to look after him. The Chiefess probably wanted him for herself. So there was little possibility that she would allow him to be taken in by Qurupadia. But he assumed that if she shows her that he was venerable alone, then maybe she could land a job as his guard or something.
Charlie looked at the glaring woman. She wanted to leap from her arms and run, yet her deathly eyes forbid him from moving. Right out the frying pan and into the fire. Another monster had him in her grasp. At least with the wolf girls, they were just going to have sex with him, this woman though, despite her kindness before, looked as if she was going to try to devour him. His arms trembled as he started to ponder on which part of him she was going to try and eat next.
The eyes of Ourupadia kept locking on his face. Maybe she was going to go for his face first? Prevent him from being able to cry for help or see a way to escape. Charlie shivered more at the thought of what would happen if she decided to strike.
Hours passed for Charlie as he lay curled in the arms of Ourupadia, jumping and squalling slightly at every sudden movement she made to readjust her sitting position. Eventually, she found a commutable sitting position and he allow himself to be held in her arms. Looking to the training area, he could see that the women with the patterns of wolves on them had started to train. They did similar work to the Huntresses, maybe a little quicker or more efficient.
The sun now sat at the centre of the sky, firing its beams at full blast upon the training field. Even under the cool shade of the tree, Charlie could feel the effects of the heat starting to take over. His palms sweated, the mark on his hand staining slightly as the slat moved over the wound. The night before where the Chiefess had ripped off the mark also had ripped off a layer of skin. The wound hadn’t bled, near there did it have time to heal though.
Having the open wound also burdened him as it made it more difficult to wipe the beads of sweat from his face that were starting to form. This was only a problem as him being right-handed meant that he kept instinctively using his right hand to widen the sweat, only to have the sweat invade his hand and injure him. It wasn’t that much of a problem, but combined with the overbearing heat, it was amplified beyond its normal limits.
The huntresses (who had been unchanged by heat) soon noticed the place outsider in Ourupadia’s arms starting to pant as he tried to cope with the heat. Muttering amongst each other, they decided it was best to try and shield him from the sun using the natural coolness of their paints.
“No worry boy, paint on skin made of special paint. It stays cool and it makes us cool,” a huntress said in rough English.
Without giving him time to process and then protest what she had said, the women swarmed him. Grabbing and yanking at him, they pressed their hands onto what parts of exposed skin he had. Sighing, he shoved against the surprisingly cool hands of the women. Giggling, the women took turns in allowing one of his body parts to rest on them as they packed their hands onto him. Ourupadia laughed as she saw the small smile creeping onto his lips as he reluctantly enjoyed their weird massage-like experience.
“You like?” The same, older huntress said as she also noticed the small smile on his lips.
“Thank you, that really helps,” he said as the women continued to touch him. They would have taken him back to the village.
Taking into account the heat, they guessed it was far too dangerous to take such a cloud pale, amber haired boy out into the open. They had heard tales that those humans with golden hair, brown, and red each suffered the heat. Considering that this boy had both red and brown hair, they guessed that he had to have been at least twice as venerable as the other outsiders.
Each woman had this unspoken agreement to keep him in the shelter of their bodies. Once the sun began to set, then they would allow him to leave. They didn’t need to hunt today as the meat of the Desert Crawlers they had killed was far more than enough to feed their tribe for a couple of weeks. Smiling, Ourupadia began to rub the forehead of Charlie.
Such an adorable little thing, a perfect mating partner for a warrior. He did look like much, but his looks were alright by their standards or at least comparing him to other outsiders. Where he excelled inmate material for the tribeswomen was how he acted weak, submissive, yet with a slight dash of firmness and fight given the chance. The show of him when he flipped the woman onto the table earlier was also what got the attention of many women.
A harsh yell went up from behind the group. Instinctively the women turned to face the noise. Charlie quickly noticed the sneer on Ourupadia’s face as she looked to the source of the scream. Moving up slightly, Charlie felt his body tense as he saw the Chiefess staring them down. Storming over to them, the Chiefess’s eyes quickly locked onto Charlie. Moving down to him, she extended a hand to grab him. Before her hand got to him though, Ourupadia quickly snatched him back.
“Have you not seen the sky? The sun is at its peak! This little thing would get brunt to ash in such a heat,” Ourupadia said in her native tongue as she held Charlie against her chest.
“He belongs to me, hand him over!” The Chiefess barked back. Seeing an opportunity for some fun, Nolkonoe decided to quickly chip in.
“How about a competition of skill? Whoever wins decides what happens to him tonight?” Nolkonoe said, knowing already both were going to agree.
I've been looking for good hair and models, but I am currently struggling to find the assets to make a "cute/attractive" young man that matches the look of Charlie in my story The Chiefess. I also am struggling to find a decent hair cut. So anyway, that is why Charlie doesn't look that good of have the clothes that match his description in the story.
Such a cute little thing!” Nolkonoe said as she licked the neck Charlie. Enjoying the taste of fear in his sweat.
“Ready to repay your debt to us outsider?” Phukomeia added as she pinned Charlie against the ground.
About twelve of the wolf women surrounded him, pinning him on the grass. Their hands probed his pockets for money as Phukomeia and Nolkonoe took turns holding him down or forcing kisses onto his lips. One of the girls said something to Nolkonoe. Grunting, Nolkonoe said something in their native tongue to Phukomeia. Phukomeia nodded and started to unbuckle his trousers.
“My apologies, but she said you have no money. But we still need payment,” Nolkonoe said as she placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
“So we shall take another kind of payment,” Phukomeia said as she dragged down his trousers.
Phukomeia licked her lips as her hand moved for the top of his pants. Panicking, he tried to release himself from the grip of Nolkonoe.
“Don’t struggle, it is futile, I was a member of the warriors for many years and have a lot more strength compared to you. A sheltered, small, outsider,” Nolkonoe said in a babyish, condescending and slightly mocking tone.
“I have money, it is in my caravan, just let me get it” Charlie was cut off by a forced kiss on the lips from one of the wolf women. Smiling she pulled back, allowing another girl to move in and have a taste of the male.
“Don’t worry, it may be early in the day, but we have taken quite a few good large gold coins from some Merchants. Disgusting things, those fat bastards,” Nolkonoe said as she placed a kiss onto Charlie’s forehead. Phukomeia managed to get a grip on Charlie’s pants and bring them down to his ankles.
“There it is, our payment producer! You see, as I was saying we don’t like having sex with those muscle heads or merchants. All are too boring, bland or have little personality. You, on the other hand, are kind, cute, and best of all easy to dominate. Something those merchants hate or like a little too much,” Nolkonoe muttered as she bit his ear.
Smiling she looked to see several of the wolf girls had already shoved their heads between the legs of Charlie. Dragging her gaze from the pile of mouths that danced around his member and sack, she looked to his face. His eyes were almost glazed over, not used to this level of intensity. Lifting his head to make him look at her, she admired the look of bliss in his eyes.
“You look so cute!” Nolkonoe cheered as she wrapped her arms around him, giving him a tight hug.
“He tastes good too!” Phukomeia said with a mix of joking and geniality as she pulled her mouth from his member.
“Please wait!” He tried to plead against his attackers.
“Is it not interested in women?” A wolf girl asked in her native tongue to Nolkonoe, not understanding his obvious protests. Giving the girl a quick hit on the head, she said her response.
“No, he is just shy, so be nice and gentle, to begin with. We did him a very big favour by not allowing the crowd to have him, so he owes us a good long time,” Nolkonoe said with a giggle as she kissed Charlie on the cheek. She wasn’t too worried about him fighting back anymore as she saw the looked of surrender in his eyes as he drifted back into her arms.
“Such an adorable little thing,” A voice said in their native tongue into her ear. Nolkonoe turned her head to see the intruder. Ourupadia greeted her with a glare and sneer as the other huntresses surrounded them.
Knowing the huntresses were one of the more feared groups in the tribe, they quickly retreated from Charlie. But not before snatching his pants and leaving him with. A promise of returning to finishing their job. Monsters, bloody monsters Charlie thought as he fell onto the grass, drained of energy.
Ourupadia moved down to his side. Swooping him into her arms, she moved back to the bottom of the tree. She regretted leaving him. Those dammed wolves though, of course when they volunteered to help save him from the crowd they did it with alternate ideas in mind. There was now blame though to be cast on them, if Ourupadia thought she could get the human so beloved by the Chiefess to owe a debt to her, she would have done the same.
One huntress carried over trousers as Ourupadia sat down at the base of the tree. A mixed look of fear and relief sat in Charlie’s eyes as he cuddled into the chest of Ourupadia. Smiling, she placed a gentle hand onto his head. He looked like a terrified child being alone in the dark for the first time. Such a young boy being this far from his home. If she was his mother she would never have allowed him to leave without a strong warrior or huntress wife to protect him.
Ourupadia raised his legs to allow a huntress to pull on his trousers. Glaring out towards the village, she couldn’t believe that the Chiefess had left him alone. Yes, her stabbing the knife onto the table would keep some away. But the younger, as well as the bolder of the tribe, were far too excited to probe him for information on his time with the Chiefess. He was a weak creature. Something that needed to be protected, and if the Chiefess couldn’t do that…
Ourupadia stopped her anger-driven thoughts as she noticed him shaking in her arms like a leaf. He wasn’t that much smaller than her, yet when curled in her arms like this, he was like a newly born baby. She decided that it was her job to look after him. The Chiefess probably wanted him for herself. So there was little possibility that she would allow him to be taken in by Qurupadia. But he assumed that if she shows her that he was venerable alone, then maybe she could land a job as his guard or something.
Charlie looked at the glaring woman. She wanted to leap from her arms and run, yet her deathly eyes forbid him from moving. Right out the frying pan and into the fire. Another monster had him in her grasp. At least with the wolf girls, they were just going to have sex with him, this woman though, despite her kindness before, looked as if she was going to try to devour him. His arms trembled as he started to ponder on which part of him she was going to try and eat next.
The eyes of Ourupadia kept locking on his face. Maybe she was going to go for his face first? Prevent him from being able to cry for help or see a way to escape. Charlie shivered more at the thought of what would happen if she decided to strike.
Hours passed for Charlie as he lay curled in the arms of Ourupadia, jumping and squalling slightly at every sudden movement she made to readjust her sitting position. Eventually, she found a commutable sitting position and he allow himself to be held in her arms. Looking to the training area, he could see that the women with the patterns of wolves on them had started to train. They did similar work to the Huntresses, maybe a little quicker or more efficient.
The sun now sat at the centre of the sky, firing its beams at full blast upon the training field. Even under the cool shade of the tree, Charlie could feel the effects of the heat starting to take over. His palms sweated, the mark on his hand staining slightly as the slat moved over the wound. The night before where the Chiefess had ripped off the mark also had ripped off a layer of skin. The wound hadn’t bled, near there did it have time to heal though.
Having the open wound also burdened him as it made it more difficult to wipe the beads of sweat from his face that were starting to form. This was only a problem as him being right-handed meant that he kept instinctively using his right hand to widen the sweat, only to have the sweat invade his hand and injure him. It wasn’t that much of a problem, but combined with the overbearing heat, it was amplified beyond its normal limits.
The huntresses (who had been unchanged by heat) soon noticed the place outsider in Ourupadia’s arms starting to pant as he tried to cope with the heat. Muttering amongst each other, they decided it was best to try and shield him from the sun using the natural coolness of their paints.
“No worry boy, paint on skin made of special paint. It stays cool and it makes us cool,” a huntress said in rough English.
Without giving him time to process and then protest what she had said, the women swarmed him. Grabbing and yanking at him, they pressed their hands onto what parts of exposed skin he had. Sighing, he shoved against the surprisingly cool hands of the women. Giggling, the women took turns in allowing one of his body parts to rest on them as they packed their hands onto him. Ourupadia laughed as she saw the small smile creeping onto his lips as he reluctantly enjoyed their weird massage-like experience.
“You like?” The same, older huntress said as she also noticed the small smile on his lips.
“Thank you, that really helps,” he said as the women continued to touch him. They would have taken him back to the village.
Taking into account the heat, they guessed it was far too dangerous to take such a cloud pale, amber haired boy out into the open. They had heard tales that those humans with golden hair, brown, and red each suffered the heat. Considering that this boy had both red and brown hair, they guessed that he had to have been at least twice as venerable as the other outsiders.
Each woman had this unspoken agreement to keep him in the shelter of their bodies. Once the sun began to set, then they would allow him to leave. They didn’t need to hunt today as the meat of the Desert Crawlers they had killed was far more than enough to feed their tribe for a couple of weeks. Smiling, Ourupadia began to rub the forehead of Charlie.
Such an adorable little thing, a perfect mating partner for a warrior. He did look like much, but his looks were alright by their standards or at least comparing him to other outsiders. Where he excelled inmate material for the tribeswomen was how he acted weak, submissive, yet with a slight dash of firmness and fight given the chance. The show of him when he flipped the woman onto the table earlier was also what got the attention of many women.
A harsh yell went up from behind the group. Instinctively the women turned to face the noise. Charlie quickly noticed the sneer on Ourupadia’s face as she looked to the source of the scream. Moving up slightly, Charlie felt his body tense as he saw the Chiefess staring them down. Storming over to them, the Chiefess’s eyes quickly locked onto Charlie. Moving down to him, she extended a hand to grab him. Before her hand got to him though, Ourupadia quickly snatched him back.
“Have you not seen the sky? The sun is at its peak! This little thing would get brunt to ash in such a heat,” Ourupadia said in her native tongue as she held Charlie against her chest.
“He belongs to me, hand him over!” The Chiefess barked back. Seeing an opportunity for some fun, Nolkonoe decided to quickly chip in.
“How about a competition of skill? Whoever wins decides what happens to him tonight?” Nolkonoe said, knowing already both were going to agree.
I've been looking for good hair and models, but I am currently struggling to find the assets to make a "cute/attractive" young man that matches the look of Charlie in my story The Chiefess. I also am struggling to find a decent hair cut. So anyway, that is why Charlie doesn't look that good of have the clothes that match his description in the story.
