Taking in a deep breath, he began to ease the body off of him. His arms were free, but that was only because the furry lumps that covered his arms didn’t have a good grip on him. Placing his hands onto the head of the Chiefess, he attempted to drag his body from under her. Despite her athletic appearance, yet still very feminine body, she was incredibly heavier that he had expected.
Glancing down, he saw her legs were tightly wound around his. That defiantly wasn’t helping, and neither were the two girls who had entangled themselves around both is and the Chiefess’s legs. Those two were most likely the reason the Chiefess weighed more than usual.
“I love you, no leave…” the lazy voice of the Chiefess said as she nuzzled her face into his chest.
For a moment he stopped and stared at her. She seemed so proud the day before of how far her English had come without any planning ahead of what to say or using her translation book. Placing a hand onto her head, he gently ran his hand over her ears. Placing his other hand onto her head, he used both hands to gently massage her ears.
“I wont leave, don’t worry,” he muttered. Smiling, she nuzzled again against him.
“Many, many pups. Big and strong, love you,” she muttered in her sleepy broken English. Smiling, Charlie ran his fingers through her hair.
“I don’t know about kids yet. Well, definitely not,” Charlie stopped speaking as he stared down at her.
Dreams flowed through her mind, and her speaking was just her fantasies for the future. She might be aggressive, and not that good at social norms let alone politeness, but she had large heart.
“Your adorable,” he said, her tail hitting against his leg as his words reached her dreaming mind.
A tongue ran over his left cheek. Looking to his side, he saw Phukomeia staring at him. Another wet lick came across his right cheek. Again, he turned, this time Klipesia was staring at him. Glancing down, he saw Xasuyle and Felkouyope staring up at him.
“Aren’t you forgetting someone?” Phukomeia’s twin tails wagged carefree behind her as she stared at him. A large smile spread across her lips as she saw the bright blush flood over his face.
“How…how much of that did you hear?” he asked timidly.
“How much do you want me to say? Oh! ‘you’re so adorable my beloved Chiefess! Take me an make me into your breeding partner!’ or something like that,” Puffing out his cheeks, Charlie glared at her.
“I didn’t say that…” he muttered, obviously embarrassed and a little grumpy at Phukomeia’s teasing.
Placing a kiss onto his cheek, she wrapped her tails around his arm as she placed her hands onto his face. Turning him too look at her, she stared into his eyes. Licking her lips, she placed a soft kiss against his lips.
“You would be wise to remember, you are still just one of five concubines to the Chiefess. So don’t go around hogging her like last night. If she wasn’t having one of us kiss her or lick her out, she was giving all attention to you,” Phukomeia said, a little grumpy as she quickly nipped his bottom lip.
“Maybe it is good that he has her attention, it means I can still go around my normal life without worry she will randomly demand I sleep with her, or give her attention,” Xasuyle said with a grin as she ran a hand down Charlie’s thigh.
“You and I have not talked much, have we?” Xasuyle said, gently placing herself against his leg and that of the Chiefess’s.
“No, Mrs,” Charlie said, still blushing as he noticed Klipesia and Felkouyope giggling at his embarrassment. Licking her lips, she placed a kiss onto his thigh.
“I know this probably isn’t the best time, so lets try and have a little chat in the future, okay?” Xasuyle said, halting herself as she noticed the other three giving subtle glares at her.
Even though he was now mated to the Chiefess’s, as well as these four women, there was still a competition in place between them. In exchange for these four joining the Chiefess’s clan as her wives, they had the right to breed with Charlie one year after the Chiefess had been bred by him. Each woman would then give up half their children to their clan of origin.
This was both to strengthen the Chiefess’s clan, as well as the four major clans. Still though, a competition remained. Despite their independence, and despite their loyalty to the Chiefess, there was always still the race to be the strongest clan. Repopulating their clans after the Region Lord’s reign was an opportunity to drag themselves into first place in the clan race.
All four women’s gazes locked. The vulture and Forger clan held all the males of the tribe between them, leaving the huntresses and warriors gazing to Charlie as their last choice. But always the opportunists, the Vultures and Forgers wouldn’t give up a chance to have another man give children to their clan.
The air grew tense as the women exchanged glares. Tiered, and not understanding the situation in the slightest, Charlie could swear he saw a red hew of anger radiating off their heads. Snarling, Felkouyope jumped as a piece of fur hit across her face. Turning, she realised the fur to be none other than the Chiefess’s tail lazily and carelessly floating about as she lay in her deep sleep.
Relaxing, the women stared at the tail of the Chiefess. For the movements as it flopped around, they could tell she was enjoying what ever dream that was going on in her mind. A growl flooded over the room. Turning to look at Charlie, the four women frowned.
“Are… are you alight?” Felkouyope asked. Coughing, Charlie sat up slightly. Pian filled his stomach as he moved. Wincing, he began to take in slow, deep breaths as he kept a hand on his stomach.
“Fuck…yeah, I, I’m fine,” he said through panting breaths, “I haven’t eaten for like two days, and unlike your kind us humans can’t go that long without food,” Charlie explained as he lay back down to try and calm his aching stomach.
“I’ll get you something to eat then, don’t move,” Phukomeia said, leaping from the bed and running out of the hut. Within a few seconds of her leaving, the remaining three gathered around him.
“Are you sure? Are you humans meant to make that noise?” Xasuyle said with a frown as she moved past the Chiefess and to his side.
“I remember this happening when he was a child, I think it is normal,” Klipesia said, laying by his side as he two tails began to flap around his legs.
Xasuyle and Felkouyope kept their frowns as they moved off the bed. Muttering to each other in their native tongue, they kept glancing back to Charlie. In the room, there were three doors. The entrance/exit to the hut at the front, one side doorway covered by a wooden door, and another doorway covered by a cloth sheet.
Turning to the doorway covered by the cloth, Xasuyle and Felkouyope began to walk towards it.
“We’ll be back in a bit, relax and we will also fetch the four clan leaders if Phukomeia doesn’t do it before us,” the two women disappeared through the cloth doorway.
Alone with the sleeping Chiefess, and Klipesia Charlie had no other choice than to lay still and wait. Tucking he head under his arm, Klipesia stared up at him. Placing her head down against his stomach, she stared up at him. By now he had slowly slipped his way out of the grip of the Chiefess, so now she held mostly to just his legs.
Placing his hand onto the had of Klipesia, he began to gently stroke her ears. Smiling, he saw her grin. Parting her lips, she went to speak, only for the yelling and rapid pattering of feat against the ground to interrupt her.
“Are you alright!” Nolkonoe yelled, charging through the door and throwing herself onto the bed, knocking the Chiefess off in the process.
Cluupyte and Pycleia soon followed into the room after her. Snarling, Cluupyte grabbed Nolkonoe by the scruff of the neck. Dragging her off Charlie, she began to try and hold her back as she attempted to leap onto him. Pycleia threw herself onto Charlie in her place, dragging him onto her lap, she pressed her nipple to his mouth.
“Drink my child, if you don’t feel well, I assure you that this will brighten you,” Pycleia said in a motherly tone, much like Nolkonoe.
“Fucking idiots,” Ases said, entering the room with a tray of berries and what looked to be some Desert Crawler meat. Throwing her spare arm around Pycleia, Cluupyte dragged her off Charlie.
“Perverts! That’s your daughters breeding partner! Can you stop trying to breed him!” Cluupyte barked as she held the two women under her arms.
“Sorry about them,” Ases said calmly as she walked to his side. Sitting on the bed, she offered the food out to him.
“Thank you,” Charlie said hurriedly as he took the food and began to wolf it down. Smiling, Ases placed a hand onto his head.
“You have grown,” she said, her sharp gaze lingering across him. Taking her hand off him, she turned to the other battling clan leaders.
“They drunk themselves silly when you didn’t wake up. So just play along and entertain them,” her eyes narrowed as her tone sobered, “there are many dark days to come, so it is best we enjoy little moments like this when we can, and I fear we may no longer have moments like this,”
Despite his cravings for food, he couldn’t help but feel as if his meal was soured by her mood. Noticing his dipping mood, Ases again placed her hand onto his head again.
“Sorry, its fine, don’t think about it too much. It’s just that… ah, never mind,” Ases said, taking her hand from him as she continued to stare on at the battling women.
A deep growl came from the side of the bed. Each woman turned slowly, just to see a now awake Chiefess glaring at them. Like a wild beast, she bared her fangs at them. The hair on her tail stood rigid, her ears pointed skyward Anger filled her eyes as she arched her back. Each woman tried to move, but it was too late as the Chiefess pounced and began to wrestle with the women.
“I should probably do something about this,” Ases said with an awkward smile before jumping to join the fight. Without a second thought, Klipesia leapt into the fray as well, just as Ourupadia and Phukomeia came through the hut door, bowls of Desert Crawler meat in hand.
Upon seeing the battle, they dropped the food and leapt into the fray to try and break apart the fight. Not long after them doing this, the last of the two clan heirs entered the room. Upon seeing the battling, they keeled over and burst out in laughter. Noticing the two women mocking them, the battling bunch turned their attention to them.
Growling, they leapt forward and onto the two girls. Biting and nipping at them, they cursed and bickered in their native tongue. Quietly, Charlie watched. “There are many dark days to come, so it is best we enjoy little moments like this when we can, and I fear we may no longer have moments like this,” what did that mean?
The words of the lead forger haunted him. For the first time in a while, Charlie felt something wet role down his cheek. Carefully he raised his fingers to his cheek, dipping his digits into the liquid. Throwing his hands over his face, he tried to hide his face. If the others saw this, they would probably tease him. Oh god! He would never live it down!
Silence hung over the room. Wiping the tears, he looked up to see the women staring at him. Examining him visually, they quickly noticed his red face and stream of tears that rolled down his cheeks. Within seconds, the Chiefess was by his side. Licking his cheeks, she began to nuzzle her face against his neck.
“Why cry?” she asked gently as she placed a kiss onto his cheek. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer. Whipping her head around, she glared at the other women.
“They make cry?” she said with a snarl. Taking her hand, he placed a hand onto her cheek. Turning to look at him, she moved closer to his side.
“I’m fine,” he muttered, smiling at her.
“But cry?” sighing, he put out his arms. Puffing out her cheeks, she threw her arms wider than his.
“Cuddle, talk,” she said. Nodding, Charlie cuddled against her chest.
“I just… I just felt very scared for a moment there,” For the first time in… well in maybe his entire life, he felt a scene of… what was it? It was warm. It was something that he wanted to protect.
“Talk,” the Chiefess said, using her tail to tickle his leg. Chuckling slightly, he allowed himself to sink into her arms.
“I don’t want to lose this place. I want to have more moments like this,” Nolkonoe stood and walked to his side as he spoke. Sitting beside him, she wrapped her tail around his waist. Five hundred years of being the mother of the Vultures in her clan gave her a scene to know sometimes the words a person needed.
“You belong here. Feeling scared at losing this belonging is alright. But we place our faith in you. Win us this war, and I assure you that our tribe will see you in a new light,” Nolkonoe said with her signature warm smile.
“Er, I didn’t mean to scare you boy. Your far too sensitive,” Ases said, rolling her eyes.
“Hay! He is an adorable little creature! He needs love, who cares if he is sensitive!” Nolkonoe said, throwing her arms around Charlie. Growling, the Chiefess began to focus her glare on Nolkonoe as she cuddled her Charlie.
“For the sake of the Goddess, please just through him to the Desert Crawlers! Maybe that would make him more mainly. Or just give him to Cluupyte again so she can take him hunting to get him used to fighting and bloodshed!” Ases said.
Yelling and bickering overcame logic as the women began to argue over what his fate was to be. Smiling, Charlie relaxed and watching in contempt as they began to fight again. Home. This was his home. It felt nice.
“After I have something more to eat,” for a moment they all stopped to look at Charlie, “I would like to call a meeting,”
Taking in a deep breath, he began to ease the body off of him. His arms were free, but that was only because the furry lumps that covered his arms didn’t have a good grip on him. Placing his hands onto the head of the Chiefess, he attempted to drag his body from under her. Despite her athletic appearance, yet still very feminine body, she was incredibly heavier that he had expected.
Glancing down, he saw her legs were tightly wound around his. That defiantly wasn’t helping, and neither were the two girls who had entangled themselves around both is and the Chiefess’s legs. Those two were most likely the reason the Chiefess weighed more than usual.
“I love you, no leave…” the lazy voice of the Chiefess said as she nuzzled her face into his chest.
For a moment he stopped and stared at her. She seemed so proud the day before of how far her English had come without any planning ahead of what to say or using her translation book. Placing a hand onto her head, he gently ran his hand over her ears. Placing his other hand onto her head, he used both hands to gently massage her ears.
“I wont leave, don’t worry,” he muttered. Smiling, she nuzzled again against him.
“Many, many pups. Big and strong, love you,” she muttered in her sleepy broken English. Smiling, Charlie ran his fingers through her hair.
“I don’t know about kids yet. Well, definitely not,” Charlie stopped speaking as he stared down at her.
Dreams flowed through her mind, and her speaking was just her fantasies for the future. She might be aggressive, and not that good at social norms let alone politeness, but she had large heart.
“Your adorable,” he said, her tail hitting against his leg as his words reached her dreaming mind.
A tongue ran over his left cheek. Looking to his side, he saw Phukomeia staring at him. Another wet lick came across his right cheek. Again, he turned, this time Klipesia was staring at him. Glancing down, he saw Xasuyle and Felkouyope staring up at him.
“Aren’t you forgetting someone?” Phukomeia’s twin tails wagged carefree behind her as she stared at him. A large smile spread across her lips as she saw the bright blush flood over his face.
“How…how much of that did you hear?” he asked timidly.
“How much do you want me to say? Oh! ‘you’re so adorable my beloved Chiefess! Take me an make me into your breeding partner!’ or something like that,” Puffing out his cheeks, Charlie glared at her.
“I didn’t say that…” he muttered, obviously embarrassed and a little grumpy at Phukomeia’s teasing.
Placing a kiss onto his cheek, she wrapped her tails around his arm as she placed her hands onto his face. Turning him too look at her, she stared into his eyes. Licking her lips, she placed a soft kiss against his lips.
“You would be wise to remember, you are still just one of five concubines to the Chiefess. So don’t go around hogging her like last night. If she wasn’t having one of us kiss her or lick her out, she was giving all attention to you,” Phukomeia said, a little grumpy as she quickly nipped his bottom lip.
“Maybe it is good that he has her attention, it means I can still go around my normal life without worry she will randomly demand I sleep with her, or give her attention,” Xasuyle said with a grin as she ran a hand down Charlie’s thigh.
“You and I have not talked much, have we?” Xasuyle said, gently placing herself against his leg and that of the Chiefess’s.
“No, Mrs,” Charlie said, still blushing as he noticed Klipesia and Felkouyope giggling at his embarrassment. Licking her lips, she placed a kiss onto his thigh.
“I know this probably isn’t the best time, so lets try and have a little chat in the future, okay?” Xasuyle said, halting herself as she noticed the other three giving subtle glares at her.
Even though he was now mated to the Chiefess’s, as well as these four women, there was still a competition in place between them. In exchange for these four joining the Chiefess’s clan as her wives, they had the right to breed with Charlie one year after the Chiefess had been bred by him. Each woman would then give up half their children to their clan of origin.
This was both to strengthen the Chiefess’s clan, as well as the four major clans. Still though, a competition remained. Despite their independence, and despite their loyalty to the Chiefess, there was always still the race to be the strongest clan. Repopulating their clans after the Region Lord’s reign was an opportunity to drag themselves into first place in the clan race.
All four women’s gazes locked. The vulture and Forger clan held all the males of the tribe between them, leaving the huntresses and warriors gazing to Charlie as their last choice. But always the opportunists, the Vultures and Forgers wouldn’t give up a chance to have another man give children to their clan.
The air grew tense as the women exchanged glares. Tiered, and not understanding the situation in the slightest, Charlie could swear he saw a red hew of anger radiating off their heads. Snarling, Felkouyope jumped as a piece of fur hit across her face. Turning, she realised the fur to be none other than the Chiefess’s tail lazily and carelessly floating about as she lay in her deep sleep.
Relaxing, the women stared at the tail of the Chiefess. For the movements as it flopped around, they could tell she was enjoying what ever dream that was going on in her mind. A growl flooded over the room. Turning to look at Charlie, the four women frowned.
“Are… are you alight?” Felkouyope asked. Coughing, Charlie sat up slightly. Pian filled his stomach as he moved. Wincing, he began to take in slow, deep breaths as he kept a hand on his stomach.
“Fuck…yeah, I, I’m fine,” he said through panting breaths, “I haven’t eaten for like two days, and unlike your kind us humans can’t go that long without food,” Charlie explained as he lay back down to try and calm his aching stomach.
“I’ll get you something to eat then, don’t move,” Phukomeia said, leaping from the bed and running out of the hut. Within a few seconds of her leaving, the remaining three gathered around him.
“Are you sure? Are you humans meant to make that noise?” Xasuyle said with a frown as she moved past the Chiefess and to his side.
“I remember this happening when he was a child, I think it is normal,” Klipesia said, laying by his side as he two tails began to flap around his legs.
Xasuyle and Felkouyope kept their frowns as they moved off the bed. Muttering to each other in their native tongue, they kept glancing back to Charlie. In the room, there were three doors. The entrance/exit to the hut at the front, one side doorway covered by a wooden door, and another doorway covered by a cloth sheet.
Turning to the doorway covered by the cloth, Xasuyle and Felkouyope began to walk towards it.
“We’ll be back in a bit, relax and we will also fetch the four clan leaders if Phukomeia doesn’t do it before us,” the two women disappeared through the cloth doorway.
Alone with the sleeping Chiefess, and Klipesia Charlie had no other choice than to lay still and wait. Tucking he head under his arm, Klipesia stared up at him. Placing her head down against his stomach, she stared up at him. By now he had slowly slipped his way out of the grip of the Chiefess, so now she held mostly to just his legs.
Placing his hand onto the had of Klipesia, he began to gently stroke her ears. Smiling, he saw her grin. Parting her lips, she went to speak, only for the yelling and rapid pattering of feat against the ground to interrupt her.
“Are you alright!” Nolkonoe yelled, charging through the door and throwing herself onto the bed, knocking the Chiefess off in the process.
Cluupyte and Pycleia soon followed into the room after her. Snarling, Cluupyte grabbed Nolkonoe by the scruff of the neck. Dragging her off Charlie, she began to try and hold her back as she attempted to leap onto him. Pycleia threw herself onto Charlie in her place, dragging him onto her lap, she pressed her nipple to his mouth.
“Drink my child, if you don’t feel well, I assure you that this will brighten you,” Pycleia said in a motherly tone, much like Nolkonoe.
“Fucking idiots,” Ases said, entering the room with a tray of berries and what looked to be some Desert Crawler meat. Throwing her spare arm around Pycleia, Cluupyte dragged her off Charlie.
“Perverts! That’s your daughters breeding partner! Can you stop trying to breed him!” Cluupyte barked as she held the two women under her arms.
“Sorry about them,” Ases said calmly as she walked to his side. Sitting on the bed, she offered the food out to him.
“Thank you,” Charlie said hurriedly as he took the food and began to wolf it down. Smiling, Ases placed a hand onto his head.
“You have grown,” she said, her sharp gaze lingering across him. Taking her hand off him, she turned to the other battling clan leaders.
“They drunk themselves silly when you didn’t wake up. So just play along and entertain them,” her eyes narrowed as her tone sobered, “there are many dark days to come, so it is best we enjoy little moments like this when we can, and I fear we may no longer have moments like this,”
Despite his cravings for food, he couldn’t help but feel as if his meal was soured by her mood. Noticing his dipping mood, Ases again placed her hand onto his head again.
“Sorry, its fine, don’t think about it too much. It’s just that… ah, never mind,” Ases said, taking her hand from him as she continued to stare on at the battling women.
A deep growl came from the side of the bed. Each woman turned slowly, just to see a now awake Chiefess glaring at them. Like a wild beast, she bared her fangs at them. The hair on her tail stood rigid, her ears pointed skyward Anger filled her eyes as she arched her back. Each woman tried to move, but it was too late as the Chiefess pounced and began to wrestle with the women.
“I should probably do something about this,” Ases said with an awkward smile before jumping to join the fight. Without a second thought, Klipesia leapt into the fray as well, just as Ourupadia and Phukomeia came through the hut door, bowls of Desert Crawler meat in hand.
Upon seeing the battle, they dropped the food and leapt into the fray to try and break apart the fight. Not long after them doing this, the last of the two clan heirs entered the room. Upon seeing the battling, they keeled over and burst out in laughter. Noticing the two women mocking them, the battling bunch turned their attention to them.
Growling, they leapt forward and onto the two girls. Biting and nipping at them, they cursed and bickered in their native tongue. Quietly, Charlie watched. “There are many dark days to come, so it is best we enjoy little moments like this when we can, and I fear we may no longer have moments like this,” what did that mean?
The words of the lead forger haunted him. For the first time in a while, Charlie felt something wet role down his cheek. Carefully he raised his fingers to his cheek, dipping his digits into the liquid. Throwing his hands over his face, he tried to hide his face. If the others saw this, they would probably tease him. Oh god! He would never live it down!
Silence hung over the room. Wiping the tears, he looked up to see the women staring at him. Examining him visually, they quickly noticed his red face and stream of tears that rolled down his cheeks. Within seconds, the Chiefess was by his side. Licking his cheeks, she began to nuzzle her face against his neck.
“Why cry?” she asked gently as she placed a kiss onto his cheek. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer. Whipping her head around, she glared at the other women.
“They make cry?” she said with a snarl. Taking her hand, he placed a hand onto her cheek. Turning to look at him, she moved closer to his side.
“I’m fine,” he muttered, smiling at her.
“But cry?” sighing, he put out his arms. Puffing out her cheeks, she threw her arms wider than his.
“Cuddle, talk,” she said. Nodding, Charlie cuddled against her chest.
“I just… I just felt very scared for a moment there,” For the first time in… well in maybe his entire life, he felt a scene of… what was it? It was warm. It was something that he wanted to protect.
“Talk,” the Chiefess said, using her tail to tickle his leg. Chuckling slightly, he allowed himself to sink into her arms.
“I don’t want to lose this place. I want to have more moments like this,” Nolkonoe stood and walked to his side as he spoke. Sitting beside him, she wrapped her tail around his waist. Five hundred years of being the mother of the Vultures in her clan gave her a scene to know sometimes the words a person needed.
“You belong here. Feeling scared at losing this belonging is alright. But we place our faith in you. Win us this war, and I assure you that our tribe will see you in a new light,” Nolkonoe said with her signature warm smile.
“Er, I didn’t mean to scare you boy. Your far too sensitive,” Ases said, rolling her eyes.
“Hay! He is an adorable little creature! He needs love, who cares if he is sensitive!” Nolkonoe said, throwing her arms around Charlie. Growling, the Chiefess began to focus her glare on Nolkonoe as she cuddled her Charlie.
“For the sake of the Goddess, please just through him to the Desert Crawlers! Maybe that would make him more mainly. Or just give him to Cluupyte again so she can take him hunting to get him used to fighting and bloodshed!” Ases said.
Yelling and bickering overcame logic as the women began to argue over what his fate was to be. Smiling, Charlie relaxed and watching in contempt as they began to fight again. Home. This was his home. It felt nice.
“After I have something more to eat,” for a moment they all stopped to look at Charlie, “I would like to call a meeting,”
