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Chapter 105: The tribe women waching in awe.

Chapter 105: The tribe women waching in awe.

While others danced, Alan and Amphitrite sat by the fire on the stones, sipping the primitive wine the tribe had made.

It had a pretty strong smell, yet the fermented concoction tasted surprisingly good, with a tangy aftertaste that grew on you.

"I never thought I’d be enjoying a drink with primitives," Amphitrite said with a chuckle, her eyes sparkling in the firelight.

"But this is quite refreshing,"

Alan nodded in agreement, taking another swig of the unholy liquid.

"They may not have much in the way of technology or luxury, but they’ve got a good foundation. And with my help, they can advance even further..."

Alan said after all, he can’t return to the sea realm or magical world, so, all he can do is stay here comfortably and think of a solution.

Amphitrite’s gaze turned thoughtful.

"You know, it’s funny. We’re both outsiders here, in a way. You with your... unique abilities, and me, a woman, who’s lost her place in the world,"

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Sometimes, I wonder if that’s why we’re drawn to each other. The sense of belonging, of finding someone who understands what it’s like to be different..."

She had a deep hue of blush on her cheeks and drunk eyes, maybe she didn’t have much tolerance to the effect of black water.

Then again, the same can be said for Alan... His dick at the moment was standing proud at 16 inches.

It seems it has grown a little but under the influence of this Wine.

Also,

Alan’s heart skipped a beat at her words, a warmth spreading through his chest.

He believed in mutual happiness, make your man happy, he shall thus forth make you happy.

Make him angry, and he will make you angry, it’s this the foundation of Dao companionship?

"I think you might be onto something there," he said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face.

"Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to you, You’re not just a beautiful goddess... you’re a kindred spirit..."

Their eyes met, the connection between them crackling like the flames dancing in the fire pit.

For a moment, it felt like nothing else existed, just the two of them, lost in the depths of their shared understanding.

Then, they leaned and kissed each other.

Her breath came slow, laced with the faint scent of fermented citrus and something wilder.

Their mouths met, not like lovers, but like two storms colliding mid-sky.

Her lips were soft but searching, and his were hot and hungry.

The first contact sent a shiver up his spine, as if some primal part of him remembered what it was like to kiss a goddess at the dawn of time.

Their tongues met with a slick, uncertain stroke, then deeper and hungrier.

Saliva mingled, lips clashed, pulled, locked, released, and then returned. Their kiss was not gentle; it was greedy.

It was a war dance between heat and hunger, a ritual of wet devotion.

Her tongue curled around his, a soft snake wrestling a firmer flame. He responded with a slow swirl, clockwise, then counterclockwise, testing, teasing, and toying with her.

Hmmm..

A breath escaped her nose, then another, sharp and shaky. Her fingers dug into his trouser touching his hard little brother with a womanly grace.

His hand cradled her jaw, thumb brushing the edge of her damp cheek.

It was a kiss of wordless poetry.

A dripping, twisting tangle of mouths.

A wet rhyme that tasted like want.

Tongue to tongue, twist to twist, tingling to mingling.

His tasted like burnt honey and storm clouds, hers like crushed wine petals and sea salt.

Each pass of their lips wrote a line:

The tide teases the torch, but the torch tempts the tide.

Slick silence slips into sudden sin.

A thread of saliva bridged them as they parted briefly... a silver strand catching moonlight, trembling in the space between breaths.

Then they crashed together again, not because they had to, but because they’d tasted what silence could not give.

Ummmmmmwaaaa..... Haaah* Haah* Haah*... Mmwaaaaaa

Amphitrite let out a low, throaty moan as Alan’s tongue plundered her mouth, her own dancing with his in a sensual waltz. The taste of him was intoxicating - smoky, primal, and uniquely his.

It made her head spin and her body ache with a deep, carnal hunger.

She could feel the hard length of his erection straining against his trousers, pulsing in time with her own racing heartbeat.

Her fingers twitched, wanting to free him, to wrap around that thick, veiny shaft and stroke it to completion.

But Alan’s hand on her jaw held her still, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek as he deepened their kiss.

It was a gentle intrusion into the chaos, a reminder that even in the midst of such raw, animalistic desire, there was still beauty to be found.

Amphitrite’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as they finally broke apart, her chest heaving with the effort of holding back a scream of need.

She gazed up at Alan with glazed, wine-dark eyes, her lips parted and glistening with saliva.

"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with want. "I need... I need you inside me. Now.... I am so horny, haah*"

Alan’s eyes flashed with lust, his own breathing ragged as he pulled her close. "As you wish,"

Right there, in front of everyone, he undressed her, firstly teasing and squeezing her breasts.

His thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples, making them pebble even tighter.

"Nnnn..." She arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her throat.

"Touch me more... please," she begged, her voice trembling with need. "I want to feel your hands all over me,"

Her body was hot, and sensitive all over, causing his touch to spark electricity within her every nerve.

Without waiting for a response, Alan slid his palms down her sides to cup her ass, squeezing the firm globes and pulling her flush against him.

"Come... Sit on my lap," He ordered.

She did as commanded, sitting on his lap, facing each other.

Her heat seared his skin, the dampness between her thighs evident even through the thin fabric of her loincloth.

He ground his thick erection against her, the friction delicious and maddening. Amphitrite’s hips bucked instinctively, seeking more of that sweet pressure.

"Gods, I need you so much... It feels like I will die if your dick won’t fuck me," she panted.

"I need to feel you inside me, stretching me, filling me..."

They kissed once again, while the women and men of the tribe watched them.

The divine teaching from gods and goddesses.

The Chief had his mouth wide open, saliva drooling down.

He looked at his wife... Then, an idea struck him.

Why not let his wife bear the child of god, himself?

Holy shit... His mind transcended, why just his wife, why not all the women of the tribe bear the child of god?

Chief couldn’t help but feel proud of his intelligence.

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( comment below if you want to see Mc fuck all the women, originally, I don’t plan to do it, because, Alan doesn’t want actively connect with people of the tribe... Next Chapter from the pov of other women.)