As they vanished from view, I couldn't help but exhale a heavy sigh, astounded by how quickly the situation had turned on its head. Even though I was confident that Ursa's hands would heal, it served as a stark reminder that newly awakened gifts could be treacherous. It made me realize that I needed to be more cautious and composed, as the same could happen to me at any moment.
With that realization, I made a mental note to be more mindful of my actions and surroundings from this day forward until after I awakened my gift.
Nevertheless, I cleared my throat to command everyone's attention. With Fiona's absence, I needed to gather my composure and take charge, especially since I was dealing with a group of teenagers.
"Who's up for climbing the next tree?" I asked, projecting my voice with authority. Two girls, whose names I hadn't even learned yet, eagerly raised their hands. "Alright then, let's go," I responded, taking the lead as we proceeded to pick the fruits one by one so that we could end the day quickly.
….....
As evening approached, we finally wrapped up our task. Unsurprisingly, despite a few voices of dissent, I managed to calm everyone down with minimal effort. We now found ourselves walking towards Mrs Shani's hut with Fiona, the girls, and the rest of our mates waiting outside, watching as we approached.
Upon arrival, I could see that Ursa was now fully healed and back to her normal self, while Sura still appeared a little down. Without hesitation, I made my way over to Ursa and asked, "How are you feeling now?".
Ursa nodded her head in response, "I am okay," she stretched out her hand for me to see. "It was just a minor burn that the healers on the farm could fix." I nodded in understanding before turning my attention to Sura, who seemed to be avoiding eye contact.
Concerned, I approached her and asked, "And how about you? Are you feeling okay?".
After a moment of trying to avoid my gaze, Sura timidly looked at me and nodded in response, "Yes, I'm fine. I can control my gift now." It was a relief to hear that she had regained control over her ability.
Upon hearing her response, I nodded in understanding and wrapped my hand around her waist. Relishing the way her waist felt in the palm of my hand, I pulled her closer to me. "You know," I said, my voice low and intimate, "the reason I didn't want to do kushi this morning in front of everyone was because I was imagining us in the forest, surrounded by towering trees as I pressed you up against them, my hard penis exploring every inch of your vagina. And Ursa," I continued, a sly smile tugging at the corner of my lips, "well, she could watch if she wanted. Perhaps she'll even join us for a little fun." My words were a whisper, but they carried a boldness that made her shiver with anticipation.
As I saw her squirm, her legs locked together and her toes curling into the soil, I realized that my words had stirred something unexpected within her. "Stop it, you're making me feel weird," she responded with a shy tone. It didn't take long for me to understand that my words had touched a chord in her, given this world's unfamiliarity with the concept of sexual boundaries and her perception of herself as unattractive. The impact of my words on her was undeniable, and it was clear that the effect was stronger than I had anticipated. Her shy behaviour hinted at a newfound awareness of her desires, and I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of exploring this uncharted territory with her.
'I am definitely making sure I have her for myself' I thought to myself with a semi-hardened penis in-between my legs, and anticipation within my heart, as I looked to the side and saw Ursa staring at Sura weirdly as she squirmed, 'The both of them.'
Nevertheless, today was a fruitful day, quite literally, as we managed to gather 10 fruits each, with Lipry fruits being the most abundant. It was a collective effort as everyone decided to climb the trees and pluck the fruits. As a result, we each received four Lipry fruits and one Kalna fruit, while the rest were taken by Mrs Shani for the farm.
Feeling a sense of accomplishment, I passed by Fiona, who praised me for leading the group. "Nice work, you did a really good job leading the others," she said before slipping another Kalna fruit into my hands. "That's your reward," she added, a smile spreading across my face. With a nod of gratitude, I made my way back towards Ursa and Sura, after enjoying the view of her backside for a few seconds.
After we were done, we said our goodbyes to Mrs Shani and left the farm, Fiona took the lead as we made our way through the forest and onto the reddish clay road that led us back home.
Soon we reached the path that would take some of us to our respective homes, but before a few people dropped out of the group and went their separate ways, Fiona then reminded us that tomorrow was the last day of the ceremony, and urged us to arrive early at the compound so that the final rites could be completed before noon, marking our official transition into adulthood. I could pick up the excitement and anticipation that filled the air, as those who hadn't yet awakened their gifts asked those who had, while I opened my ears and eavesdropped on their conversations.
After a few minutes, I bid farewell to my companions and left the road. But before I did, I gave Ursa's breast a satisfying squeeze and Sura's plumpy buttocks a sensitive pat, also whispering some filthy words into her ears, and watching as she squirmed once more, not even understanding why she was reacting in such a way to my voice.
"See you girls later," I turned around and left.
As I made my way along the path, I heard someone screaming my name from behind. "See you later, Orion, we will talk later," Gorg shouted, waving his hand at me. I waved back, feeling a tad awkward. With so much on my mind today, I didn't have much energy to engage in conversation, so I settled for a few nods along the way.
Truth be told, I wasn't as motivated to socialize with everyone as I thought I would be. Perhaps it was the weight of awakening my gift, and what had happened yesterday night or maybe it was just the fact that I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from my peers as if we were all on different wavelengths. Which wasn't wrong as I am a grown man stuck in a child's body.
Anyhow, afar as I was concerned, building connections would be inevitable in this society of trade by barter. Sooner or later, I would have to put myself out there to create a better life for myself and my family, especially for my mother, whom I had planned to have a heart-to-heart talk with. I just hoped that she would be honest with me and share what was truly on her heart. If she wasn't forthcoming, then I knew that I would have to push further until she surrenders.
…....….....
Celeste turned towards her daughter with a smile, happy to see her home safely. "Good evening, my dear," she replied, returning the embrace. However, as she hugged her daughter, she couldn't help but notice a distant look in her eyes, as if her thoughts were elsewhere.
Despite her concerns, Celeste knew that her daughter needed time to process the events of the previous night. After all, she had witnessed her elder brother professing his love to her, an act that had caused quite a commotion within the family.
Gina, on the other hand, had been surprisingly unfazed by the incident. Although the images of that night still lingered in her mind, wetting her inner walls whenever she thought of it, she saw nothing wrong with her brother's confession. She even admired his bravery, secretly thinking how she would have done the same thing to him had she the courage to do so.
"Did you have a good time today?" Celeste inquired, her hand gently patting her daughter's head. Gina's face lit up with a radiant smile as she nodded eagerly. "Oh, it was great, Mom!".
Without missing a beat, Celeste added, "Alright, go ahead and freshen up before your siblings get back."
"Okay," Gina responded. As she made her way towards the bathroom, a sudden thought stopped her in her tracks. She turned around to face her mom and exclaimed, 'Oh wait, Mom! Grandma Celia has been looking for you. She said it's urgent and she hasn't seen you in a while.'
Celeste's face contorted with a frown as she heard her daughter's voice. She had been avoiding the old women in the compound, given her history of embarrassing encounters with them. Memories of those moments flooded her mind, making her wish she could disappear into the earth. The most embarrassing experience was when she had begged them to buy her clay pots to pay for her son's health fees, unaware that Greta had already healed him out of kindness.
Celeste's mind raced as she thought about what Grandma Celia could possibly want her. Did she need financial help with something? Or was it something else?
Nonetheless, she couldn't think of any answers to her thoughts, as such she tried to steady her flustered behaviour and asked, "Did you tell you why she wants to see me, dear?" Her heart thumped with anticipation, hoping it wasn't another situation that would make her want to crawl under a rock.
Gina tilted her head in contemplation, her mind desperately grasping for Grandma Celia's words. After a moment, she refocused her gaze on her mother and spoke, "I think she mentioned something about Orion."
Celeste's heart skipped a beat at the mention of her son, her eyes widening in anticipation. Why did Grandma Celia want to meet her about Orion? The confusion that spread across Celeste's face was quickly replaced by determination - she couldn't keep avoiding them forever. "Okay," she said with a resigned sigh, "go take your bath, while I go and meet with her." As Gina turned to leave, Celeste's lips released another tired sigh, as she made her way to the door and closed it behind her.
After a minute, Celeste arrived at Grandma Celia's hut and knocked on the door several times. The door swung open after a few seconds, revealing the familiar sight of the voluptuous old woman, along with her mischievous chuckle. "Oh, it seems you finally came to visit me after that incident," Grandma Celia teased as she looked at Celeste standing outside her hut.
Clearing her throat a few times, Celeste said, "Gina said that you wanted to meet me."
Grandma Celia looked at the shy girl in front of her and decided to respond with a teasing tone, "Yes, I asked her to make sure you weren't coming crying with snorts and tears in your eyes when you could have come to us truthfully and see how we could help." However, as she spoke, Grandma Celia couldn't help but sigh. Without giving Celeste any time to respond, she said, "Come in, let's talk."
Celeste's demeanour changed quickly as she stepped inside the hut and the door closed behind her. She nodded seriously at Grandma Celia and took a seat on the ground as the elder gestured for her to do so. As they began to talk, Celeste listened intently to everything that had been happening with Orion in the last few days. The more she heard, the harder it became for her to believe. At first, anger flared inside her - how could Orion come here and waste his semen like this, especially when she had warned him not to carelessly waste it?
As Celeste struggled to contain her emotions, the last words of Grandma Celia brought her a sudden sense of peace. Despite her initial reaction, she managed to compose herself and asked a probing question, "Are you sure that was what happened?"
Grandma Celia nodded slowly, her words ringing with a sense of certainty, "Yes, at least that was what happened from the way I saw it. It's either Orion has already regained his memories and is lying about it, or he truly hadn't remembered anything and is trying himself to change to give you girls a better life."
As Grandma Celia's words sank in, Celeste felt her heart rate fluctuating between rapid and slow beats, her mind racing with thoughts. 'It's the same conversation I had with him just a few days back,' she thought to herself, her hands clenching into fists as she nervously bit her lip.
Grandma Celia's next words caught her attention, "As for which is more correct, if I had to pick, I would say the latter." A glimmer of anticipation flickered in Celeste's eyes, as she listened to Grandma Celia's reasoning. "Even I believed that he was lying about his memories, but after he came here to stay around in our hut a few times, I began to believe that I was the one that was wrong. The child is just trying to be the best version of himself that he never was," Grandma Celia said, "Although, I don't think he might get to where he wants to be if he keeps on wasting his cum like that," before bursting into a hearty laugh.
Once again, despite her initial surprise at her son's ability to cum multiple times without getting tired, Celeste knew that there was more to this than what Grandma Celia had described, having experienced it firsthand.
As she pondered what to do next, the thought of telling her best friend Greta or messaging the village chief about her son's possible gift -his excess semen, crossed her mind. However, she quickly dismissed these thoughts, knowing that it couldn't possibly be Orion's gift as he had just undergone the awakening ceremony yesterday.
As Grandma Celia's voice droned on, Celeste's mind wandered, but she quickly snapped out of her daze as she realized what Grandma Celia was saying. "Don't worry about it, Grandma Celia," Celeste responded with determination. "I'll handle everything and take care of it." She hesitated for a moment before adding, "But I do hope you can help me limit how much time he spends at your hut. I don't want him wasting his semen like that any longer."
Grandma Celia understood the hidden meaning behind Celeste's words, but she brushed the thoughts aside. She had already come to terms with the fact that a young man's semen wasn't meant for someone as old as her no matter how much she wanted it as she got little of it when she was still as young as Celeste. With a thin smile, she nodded and said, "Don't worry, dear. I'll make sure of that." Her words carried a sense of resolve, despite the bittersweet reality she faced.
Celeste noticed this immediately and quickly added "I don't mean it that way, what I meant is that he is still a child and so if before he could go around wasting his semen as he pleases, it better he has a few children first and builds his wealth in the process".
Grandma Celia responded and waved her hand dismissively "Do you think I was feeling bad over your words, look at me, my breasts are much larger than yours" She held her firm voluptuous breast together, squeezing tightly before releasing them. "I am not taking your words to heart, I am just feeling bad that you are treating the woman who had taken care of you guys this way with such words. Besides, it's not as though I haven't tried my best to warn him, and it's not as though I can stop him from releasing either."
Celeste let out a heavy sigh and reluctantly nodded her head in defeat. "Okay, Grandma Celia. Please help me out, and I promise I'll find a way to repay you."
Grandma Celia chuckled at Celeste's determination and replied, "Don't worry, dear. I'll do my best to help." She nodded reassuringly before continuing, "I'm only telling you this because I don't want Orion to waste his seed on other women like he's done in our hut before. Even though he's not my biological son, I still consider him one of my own. I don't want his bad habits to lead to his downfall when he should be building a better future for himself."
"Thank you," Celeste said with gratitude, feeling relieved that she could count on her old woman's support.
"No problem," Grandma Celia smiled thinly, holding back the numerous words that had been on the tip of her tongue since Celeste arrived. She knew that now wasn't the right time to speak her mind and that it was best to offer her comfort and support without adding any additional stress.
Celeste nodded her head in understanding as she stood up to leave, bidding goodbye to Grandma Celia with a warm wave. As she made her way back home, her mind was filled with countless thoughts and emotions. There were so many things she wanted to talk about with her son, Orion. She knew she couldn't delay it any longer. It was time to confront him and let him know how she felt about what had happened the previous night. Even if she still felt a bit hesitant.
Meanwhile, as Grandma Celia watched Celeste walk away, hesitation and anxiety immediately showed in her eyes, and she bit down on her lips tightly. Countless thoughts raced through her mind, leaving her feeling overwhelmed and uncertain - a clear indication of her inner turmoil.
…....…
As I arrived home, I couldn't help but feel a wave of uncertainty wash over me. The impending conversation with my mother loomed ominously in my mind, and I found myself nervously predicting how it would unfold.
Taking a deep breath to clear my head, I finally opened the door and stepped inside. Immediately, I was greeted by the sight of Gina, her body still glistening with water from a recent shower as she dried her body up.
Brother, you're finally back!" Gina exclaimed, her head snapping up towards the door the moment I stepped inside. With a beaming smile, she rushed over to me and embraced me tightly, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and relief wash over me as I hugged her back. As we pulled apart, I couldn't help but ask, "Where is Mom?".
Gina's mischievously grinned as she replied, "She's right behind you." I let out an exasperated sigh, not in the mood for any playful games. "Did she go out to fetch water?" I asked wearily, hoping to get a straight answer.
"No," Gina shook her head before she could finish her sentence. But before she could respond, a familiar voice interrupted us from behind, and a tall figure emerged from the shadows, walking towards us.
"Gina quit playing games with your brother and bring the fruits. It's time for dinner," my mother said sternly, locking her gaze with mine. "We need to talk," she added, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Though I couldn't quite discern the reason behind her agitation - perhaps it had to do with the events of the previous night - I knew that there was something that needed to be discussed.
Without waiting for her to say anything more, I walked towards the centre of the room and sat down. "I agree," I said, tapping the spot across from me. "Let's talk."
I watched as my mother let out a deep sigh, shook her head, and took a seat across from me. I opened my mouth to speak, but she quickly cut me off.
"Grandma Celia talked with me today," she began, her tone serious. "She informed me about how you've been wasting your life-giving essence and how she thinks you're lying about your memory loss."
My curiosity quickly turned to irritation as I cursed internally, 'That fucking gilf.' My face contorted into a scowl. 'She ratted me out,' I thought to myself before the anger dissipated just as quickly as it came. Regardless of what happens next, I made a mental note to deal with her later in any way I could think of.
"However, towards the end of our conversation," my mother continued, "she expressed her remorse for doubting your memory loss. She admitted that she realized you truly lost your memories. Additionally, she felt guilty for keeping it to herself and for you wasting your time and semen by playing with their bodies in her hut. She admitted to me that she knows she's no longer as fertile as she used to be and that you could have been using your resources more wisely."
I couldn't help but say, 'I already know that my cum is valuable as a young man, but damn....' within my mind. Despite my annoyance at my mother discovering my sexual activities, even after my attempts to keep them hidden, I realized my emotions were subsiding as I took a seat. I decided to look at the situation from their perspectives in order to better deal with it.
From their unique perspective, it's obvious that my mother is grateful for Grandma Celia telling her all these things before. After all, from what I have learnt from Fiona, as a young man, my milk is a precious commodity that holds great bargaining power, capable of providing an immense benefit when wielded wisely. Thus, it's understandable that my mother would feel frustrated and Grandma Celia would feel mildly troubled, given that she was a woman well past her prime and knowingly understood the value of my semen, even feeling guilty about it.
Still, I had repeatedly assured her not to worry about it, even going as far as doing what she wanted by cumming in her mouth multiple times so that she could no longer complain, but it seems that it was not enough.
"So, do you have anything to say for yourself after hearing everything I've said?" My mother asked me with a serious expression on her face. I nodded confidently, a small smile playing on my lips. She raised a sceptical eyebrow, probably expecting me to fumble on my words before responding to her.
But I wasn't going to make it easy for her. "Are you trying to use this as a cover-up for our real conversation?" I asked her bluntly. As I had done before, I was committed to breaking down her emotional walls, just as I had shattered her inner walls, no matter how hard she tried to keep them up.
With bated breath, I awaited her response. And as I had expected, she parted her lips to speak, but no words came out, they remained open in shock, appearing as though she had been waiting to respond but was caught off guard, leaving her mouth agape in hesitation.
"That... That isn't..." she stammered, her throat clearing as she regained her composure. Her frustration was evident as she continued, "The main conversation we're having right now is about you wasting your semen, despite my repeated warnings." Her anger flushed her face with a furious tinge, but I couldn't help but smirk at her fiery demeanour.
"But surely by now, you've realized I'm not like other boys," I retorted, standing up and looking down at her. "I can cum multiple times without getting tired, as you experienced firsthand yesterday." I watched as realization dawned on her, and my smirk widened. "You should know that by now, right?".
I removed my tulga and watched as my semi-erect cock finally stood up straight. Standing there bare naked in the centre of the room, I felt vulnerable but committed. "However," I said, "if you still want to continue talking about that issue, we can. But first, let's face the real problem. What do you really feel about becoming my partner, Mom?".
As she gulped, any words she had planned to say disappeared the moment she saw me standing there naked. After a pause, she spoke hesitantly. "I still think you should wait until you're older to make such a decision. While I can understand being with a woman in my generation since I'm still fertile, having your own mother as a partner would make you a laughingstock among your mates, especially given my lack of attractiveness and wealth." Her tone grew more confident as she spoke, as if she had finally gained a foothold in the argument. "I want my son to propose to a beautiful woman, not someone as..."
Before she could utter another syllable, I swiftly silenced her with my hand, firmly covering her lips. With a persistent push, I guided her down to the ground, her surprised eyes locked with mine. As she lay there, her long beautiful legs stretched out, and her inner thighs left exposed, I gently rubbed my throbbing penis on her pussy lips, using my knee to part her legs slightly.
Without hesitation, as soon as I released her lips, I pressed my own to hers, sealing them in a passionate embrace. Just as it had happened before, she initially resisted but soon yielded to my gentle exploration of her mouth with my tongue, her reluctance giving way to a newfound eagerness to reciprocate my affections. With each passing moment, her kisses grew more fervent, her tongue tentatively seeking out mine in a way that both excited and endeared her to me. I slowed my advances, savouring each moment as I delicately nibbled on her lips and intertwined our tongues, relishing in the wordless communication that flowed between us. After a while, we finally broke the kiss, a long bridge of saliva connecting our lips.
As I gazed down at her, taking in her half-dazed expression and the slow rise and fall of her chest, I couldn't help but speak my mind. "You see," I said, "why can't you accept that you love me and finally become my partner?" I waited for her response, watching as tears streamed down her face. After several seconds, she finally spoke, her words choked with emotion. "Because... because as your mother, I only want what's best for you, and I know that I'm not the best." Her tears flowed freely now, as she repeated, "I'm not it... I'm not it...".
I let out a deep sigh as I listened to her words, understanding all too well how her upbringing in this world had contributed to her crippling feelings of inferiority. Yet, despite her self-doubt, I was grateful that I had been given the chance to meet and comfort such a beautiful and lovely woman. While I had no intention of imposing my own views on the villagers' choices of partners, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the way they treated curvaceous and voluptuous women, as it meant that I had the opportunity to have them all to myself.
Yes, I was thankful for their culture and this world that provided me with such a wonderful paradise. However, I was also well aware of how selfishly I wanted the women they deemed unattractive for myself, including those deemed unattractive who was no exception. As such, with tender care, I cupped her face in my hands, gazing deeply into her eyes as I spoke. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes on," I said softly. "If you weren't my mother, I would call you my beauty. For you, I would exchange a whole Kalna tree. But first, I need you to express your heart so that I can call you my partner, Celeste."
I watched as her eyes widened at the sound of her name, and she bit her lips anxiously as if trying to hold back her words. Finally, with a gasp of breath, she released her lips and spoke. "Yes," she said, her voice strong and sure.
With a smile still on my face, I leaned in slightly and asked, "What did you say?" Despite hearing it quite well, I couldn't help but express the urge to hear it again.
She wasted no time in responding this time around "Yes! Yes! Yes! I will be your partner." The moment her words ended she began to breathe heavily, her chest heaving up and down as though she had just released a heavy burden off her heart.
Excitement coursed through my veins as I leaned in closer, wanting to seal the moment with a kiss that would forever be etched in our memories.
But suddenly, a loud "Crash!" interrupted us, causing me to jolt back and look towards the source of the noise. My eyes fell upon Reena, who stood at the open door with an expression of shock and disbelief on her face.
To my surprise, I saw two squished kalna fruits on the floor near her feet. Her lips were parted in shock as if she wanted to speak, but no words came out. It was clear that she had heard and seen everything as her eyes were still glued on me and our mother.
I quickly remembered that Gina was also in the room with us, so I turned my head towards her. Despite the interruption, she seemed surprisingly unfazed, with her eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and disbelief.
But I knew that I couldn't let this distract me from what was happening. With a renewed sense of focus, I turned back towards my mother and positioned my hot throbbing veiny penis to slide into the slightly wet pink hole, caused by my foreskin constantly rubbing her inner thighs and hitting her pussy lips.
Without any hesitation, I plunged my scorching cock in all at once, intent on filling up her fleshy insides to the brim.
"PAH~~" "PAH~~"
"AHHHHHHHHH~" The sound of her sudden scream shook me out of my reverie. As she snapped out of her daze, her eyes widened with both shock and delight.
With a renewed focus, she repositioned her gaze back onto me and suddenly wrapped her hand around her neck, as if to brace herself. "I am now your partner~~~" she declared, her voice filled with a sense of resolution. "So go ahead~~ fill me up with your semen~~~ Whether I get pregnant or not will depend on how much you're able to fill me up~~~ So go ahead, Orion, make your mother pregnant~~~".
"PAH~~" "PAH~~" "PAH~~" "PAH~~"
Her bold declaration left me feeling both surprised and aroused. To say that she had finally accepted to become my partner would be an understatement. She withdrew her waist from mine, only to bring it forward again, plunging my scorching staff inside her soaked dripping vagina once more. "AHHHHH~~uUUU" she moaned again, her words unheeded by the fact that her daughters were watching her and the neighbours might be disturbed by her loud unfiltered moans.
Watching her display such a sudden and intense reaction, I couldn't resist any longer as I felt my pulsing penis begin to tingle in anticipation. 'Shit! So fast,' I cursed inwardly as my desire overtook me, causing my semen to pour out from my throbbing shaft and into her awaiting inner walls.
"a~~a~~a" My mother's gasps for breath came in slow, ragged bursts as her body arched backwards, and lay out on the ground. But to my surprise, her legs don't stretch and part as they did last night, granting me unrestricted access. Instead, they're tied around my waist, "Pah~~ Squench~~" and she lets out another pleasurable scream as I take her, a delicious twist of pleasure and anticipation coursing through us both "UUUUUuuuuu~~~".
As soon as she started grinding against my body, her voice became a symphony of sensuality, her melodious tones filling the room with desire. Her movements were so captivating that my own energy was immediately restored, and I found myself unable to resist the urge to give her voluptuous buttocks a firm and satisfying slap "SMACK!". The sound echoed through the room, heightening the intensity of the moment and leaving us both gasping for more.
"PAH~~ PAH~~~ PAH~~"
The jubilant rhythm of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the small hut as I used one hand to deftly untie the cloth that wrapped around her waist. With my other hand, I eagerly pulled off her midriff top, revealing her magnificent bosom that was now fully exposed, the curves of her ample cleavage invitingly on display. The air crackled with suspense as I latched my hands on her abundant motherly breasts, eagerly indulging in our desires.
"uuhh~~ Ahh~~ Ahh~~~ HHHhh~"
In a sudden moment, I saw her gasping for breath, her half-lidded eyes focused intensely on me as if trying to capture every detail of our sensual session. It was then that I whispered to her, "Call me by my name, Mom." The words hung heavy in the air, infused with a mixture of taboo and forbidden desire that added a thrilling intensity to our movements. She hesitated for a moment, a hint of uncertainty flashing across her face, before finally giving in to the temptation and calling out my name, "~~Ori.... UHH~~on~~ahh~~" sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
"PAAHH~~ SQEUCHH~~"
"Again," I voiced out, my voice tinged with a husky undertone of pleasure. The word hung in the air, heavy with expectation as I savoured the sound of it, relishing the way it rolled off my tongue. The word held a delicious power, igniting a primal urge within me, as I eagerly awaited her response, my heart racing with heightened desire.
"PAHH~~ PAAHHH~~ SQEUCHH~~"
With a series of ecstatic moans, her face contorted in a mixture of confusion and pleasure, her tongue spilling out of her mouth as she struggled to form words. "O...aH~~ RION~" she managed to gasp out, the effort of speaking mingling with the waves of sensation coursing through her body. Slowly, the sound of my name replaced the confusion in her dreamy state, the syllables falling from her lips like honey. "Orion~~~" she repeated, her voice growing more confident and insistent with each utterance until it became a breathless mantra of desire.
"PAH~~" "PAH~~" "PAH~~~"
"~o~~ Rion~~"
"PAH~~" "PAH~~" "PAH~~~"
"UHH~~ RI~~~" And soon, her lips parted in a breathless gasp, the sound of her trying to utter my name mixed with a string of incomprehensible syllables. Her mind was lost in the haze of desire, consumed by the ecstasy of being taken by the one she once called her 'son'. Her body writhed beneath mine as I pinned her down to the ground, the raw passion between us igniting a forbidden flame that burned with intense, irresistible heat as our sweats interlocked with each other further intensifying the dense passionate odour around us.
As I saw her slowly trying to compose herself, I decided to change our position, my desire driving me to take control. I stealthily moved my hand over her right leg, scooping it to the ground, causing all four of her limbs to stretch out on the floor. Her body was now fully exposed to me as I continued to passionately pound into her soggy vagina, eliciting a chorus of screams and moans from her lips. "Nghhhhhhhh~~ Uhhhh~~~" Her arousal was evident, with droplets of saliva escaping her parted mouth, a clear indication of the intensity of the pleasure we were sharing. I was determined to bring her to climax, doing my best to satisfy her every need as we indulged in the throes of ecstasy.
"PAH~~ SQUENCH~~" "PAH~~ SQUENCH~~" "PAH~~ SQUENCH~~"
"UhhHHHH~~" Mumbles of nonsense began to escape her lips, sending shivers down my spine as I increased the speed of my pounding, my body pressing harder towards the ground, as her face was firmly pressed into the earth. The other half of her face showed her eyes jerking unconsciously, gasping for breath and emitting guttural moans of pleasure. As I continued to thrust into her, her mouth opened wider, more droplets of saliva escaping and staining the ground beneath her.
"SQUENCH~~ PAHH~~"
"AHHH~~~"
"SQUENCH~~ PAHH~~"
"uhhhh~~ Gnghnaaaaaaa~~~~"
With grit coursing through my veins, I picked up my pace and readied myself for the final thrust. The build-up felt like lightning on my hand, the intensity of it almost too much to bear. And then, in a moment of triumph, I shouted, "I AM CUUMMMING!" My mother's heart was finally mine, and the sheer exhilaration of it made me scream in ecstasy. It was a feeling like no other, one that I would relish forever.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~" My mother's scream echoed through the hut, even more exaggerated than the first time I heard it. Finally, she managed to utter a reasonable sentence, though still flustered, "It's... hot... your... semen is too hot~~".
"Uhhhhh~~" A satisfied moan escaped my lips as I spilt my hot thick milk inside her, filling her up completely. Collapsing on her back, I held her waist tightly against mine, still pressed against her motherly round buttocks to prevent any of my semen from spilling out.
After I finished cumming, I collapsed to the side on the frigid, unyielding ground, clutching my mother's body tightly in my arms. Her body lay still, now unconscious, likely overwhelmed by the thrill that surpassed any sensation she had ever felt in her life prior to meeting me, rivalling even the euphoria I had granted upon her just yesterday.
Regardless, I heaved a resigned sigh, acknowledging the fact that it might take a while for the women of this world to adapt to my advanced unconventional sexual techniques.
I gently spun her body around and drew her near, her head resting against my chest as her calm breathing brushed against my chest, indicating that she was peacefully asleep. I decided to glance up and gaze upon my sisters before I, too, succumbed to exhaustion. The raw emotions I had unleashed, coupled with the strenuous tasks I had tackled on the farm, had left me thoroughly fatigued.
I couldn't resist flashing a mischievous grin as Reena appeared before me, her fingers caressing her dripping-soaked pussy as she gasped for air, her moans quickening as she tried to match the level of ecstasy she had just witnessed me provide for our mother.
As usual, frustration etched her features as she failed miserably to achieve even an inch of satisfaction. Watching her struggle, I knew that it wouldn't take much to make her mine completely - to have her willingly surrender herself to me whenever she was aroused or needed comfort. With a satisfied nod at how everything was going, I turned my head slightly and caught Gina's gaze, her eyes ablaze with a mix of anticipation, shock, and pleasure. Following her gaze downwards, I realized why - the front of her tulga was soaked, evidence of her having reached climax just from watching us go at it once again.
'Great,' I thought as I finally turned my head and settled into a comfortable position on the cold clay-moulded floor. I balanced myself easily and rested my jaw on her head, observing as she stretched her hand and wrapped it around me tightly. With nothing left to ponder, I gave her forehead a warm and affectionate kiss before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.
Tomorrow is the final day of my awakening ceremony, so I need to wake up early.
...
"Orion, wake up!" The urgent voice pierced through my sleepy fog, jolting me into consciousness. My body shook and shuddered as I struggled to open my heavy eyelids, but the sun's piercing rays made me quickly shut them again. I heard the voice again, louder this time "Orion, wake up! You can't afford to be late."
Slowly, I turned to face the source of the sound, and there was Reena, her eyes fixed on me with a raised eyebrow. Her voice softened as she spoke "If you don't get up now, you're going to be late for your third day."
My senses were still adjusting as I slowly released my hands from my mother's warm embrace, my mind still foggy with the remnants of sleep. But then Reena's voice suddenly sunk into my mind, jolting me into action. Without a second thought, I jerked upwards and sprang to my feet. "I'm late!" I exclaimed aloud as I bolted towards the room, eager to grab an extra tulga before dashing to the backyard for a quick bath.
Emerging a few minutes later, my body clean and refreshed, I saw my mother and Gina still asleep, while Reena was sitting peacefully on the side as she munched on some juicy kalna fruits. "Here," Reena offered, tossing a fruit my way. "You can eat that on your way to the village chief's compound." I caught the fruit and took a big bite, relishing the sweet, tangy flavour.
"But what about you?" I asked, eyeing her relaxed posture. "Aren't you going to the farm today?".
"I am, but it seems that I will be late," she replied with a heavy sigh. "I'll have to wake up Mom first and help her bathe before I head to the farm." She turned to look at our mother, who was still sound asleep and shook her head. "After all, even though she was able to move easily the other day, doing it two nights in a row might have taken a toll on her. So, I don't think she'll be able to stand on her two feet for a while."
I nodded in understanding, feeling a little embarrassed. As much as I would have loved to stay home and take care of our mother by myself, I knew it wasn't feasible. Plus, it was obvious that she would be furious if she woke up to find out I hadn't gone to the village chief's compound yet. So, I took a deep breath, inhaled the fresh air, and exhaled, looking at both my sleeping mother and younger sister. Then, I turned to Reena and said, "Take care of them."
Reena snorted at my words, exaggeratingly biting down on the kalna fruit in her hands as she retorted, "You are talking as though they aren't my family too."
Feeling the intense gaze directed towards me, I turned towards the door and made my way out, making sure to close it behind me. Now that I had taken care of my mother, the next person in line was my elder sister. But, for the time being, I pushed that thought to the back of my mind. My focus needed to be on my gift - whatever it may be. I also needed to focus on the fact that we would be testing our inner strengths today to see who would be able to awaken theirs.
Fiona had mentioned that the odds of unlocking our inner strengths were slim, but her words didn't hold much weight in my mind. I refused to worry about something beyond my control and opted to reserve my judgment until I was tested. After all, how could I worry about something I had no control over and didn't even understand?
After trekking along the clay road, I arrived at the village Chief's compound. This time, the guards at the entrance were the same as yesterday. They recognized me and, with a sense of familiarity, I handed over my wooden chip. After promptly examining it, they returned it to me, granting me entry into the compound.
As I approached the hut, my eyes immediately caught sight of the gathering outside. It was no surprise to see that some of the others had already arrived, but what I hadn't expected was the full turnout of men and women I had met during the first day of the awakening ceremony. And there, amidst the crowd, stood the village chief and his messenger, Thak, with his daughter standing closely by his side.
I furrowed my brows, racking my brain for her name, but it remained elusive. It dawned on me that she had vanished on the first day of our awakening, just before the majestic astray crystalized tree materialized. What perplexed me was that Thak had told us she would take part in this year's ceremony. But as the confusion threatened to overwhelm me, I dismissed it from my mind, realizing I hadn't even noticed her absence until now. So, why should I start caring about her whereabouts now?
Without warning, her head snapped in my direction, and our eyes locked. Her narrowed gaze suggested that she thought I had been staring at her. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending not to notice her. Instead, my attention was drawn to an object of unknown origin, neatly arranged on a platform. As I approached, I squinted at the round black spherical globe that was being held up by a long stick. Even though I had no clue what it was, I could sense its significance. It was positioned prominently in the midst of the teachers, with Fiona standing close by, lending it an air of importance.
Shortly after, the village chief stepped forward and cleared his throat, a hush fell over the crowd, and all eyes turned to him. He surveyed us before beginning his speech. "I trust that you have all arrived on time for the final day of your awakening ceremony," he said, pausing briefly as if expecting a response. When none came, he turned to Fiona and added, "It appears that your students aren't as brave as you led me to believe. Stage fright in the presence of such a small audience is hardly a commendable trait." As I looked around, I could see the evidence of nervousness in the form of small beads of sweat on their foreheads, indicating the weight of tension they were carrying.
Although I could have easily responded to his question, I found myself in a less-than-sociable mood, particularly with the palpable awkwardness pervading the air. Fiona heaved a deep, disappointed sigh before scanning our numbers and confirming to the village chief, "Everyone is present." He nodded in response before turning his attention back to us. "Excellent. Then let us begin at once," he declared, adding with urgency, "Stand facing the black crystal in a straight line, all of you."
As soon as the village chief finished speaking, the group promptly formed a straight line that extended towards the mysterious black crystal orb. While positioning myself on the line, I noticed Sura and Ursa, but it was too late as Sura had already taken her place at the front while Ursa managed to stand just in front of me. However, my surprise was amplified when I saw Thak's daughter assertively positioning herself at the very front of the line, thereby increasing our numbers to seventeen.
A fleeting thought crossed my mind, wondering if Thak's daughter enjoyed some privileges due to her father's position as the village chief's messenger. Because it seemed apparent that she had certain advantages she could leverage.
Once we were in line, the village chief continued, his voice carrying a sense of seriousness. "With the black crystal, we will test and determine who among you is capable of unlocking their inner strength, so that we may know where you belong, as this is the final day of your awakening ceremony," he said, pausing to let his words sink in.
He then added, "All you need to do is place your right hand on the black crystal and channel your gift into it. If you haven't awakened your gift yet, simply allow the energy from the crystal to flow into you. Once you're done, remove your hands and let your teachers take care of the rest." His eyes scanned over each one of us, and he asked with authority, "Do you all understand?"
A collective nod of silent agreement rippled through the group as the village chief spoke. "Let us begin then," he said with a commanding tone before he strode away to stand at the side with Thak.
One of the men stepped forward with a rigid expression and declared, 'The first person should come forward.' The anticipation was tangible as a boy, who was first in line, eagerly approached, stopping just inches away from the glistening black crystal. With a nod of approval from the man, the boy extended his right hand and gingerly placed it on the crystal's smooth surface. Within moments, the crystal began to emit a dazzling, milky white light that was so radiant, it could be seen by everyone, even under the blazing sun.
After a few tense seconds, the blinding light slowly dissipated, and the boy carefully withdrew his hand from the black crystal. Even though I had a prime spot to watch, their actions were hidden from my view. However, I could see that the man's eyes were locked onto the crystal as if they were scrutinizing it for something specific.
As we waited with bated breath, a full minute passed until the man's voice suddenly boomed loudly, "One star!" The pronouncement echoed loudly in the silence, causing a few disappointed sighs from the village chief and the teachers. The man's subsequent voice was much quieter, almost regretful as he continued, "Unfortunately, you are incapable of awakening your inner strength."
In response to the man's gesture towards the women tasked with recording our details in the awakening ceremony, the body nodded his head. As the boy walked towards them, the man bellowed, "Next!" with a loud voice that echoed around the surroundings.
The next person to approach the black crystal was a girl. She confidently stretched her right hand towards the crystal and repeated the same process the boy had done earlier. As the bright, milky light slowly faded away, the girl retracted her hand. After a minute of intense scrutiny, the man finally spoke up, "One star!" in a regretful tone. The girl hung her head, and the man gestured for her to move towards the women.
"Next!" The man's loud voice echoed once more, beckoning for the next person to come forward. Unsurprisingly, it was the village chief messenger's daughter.
With confidence, Thak's daughter stepped forward and stretched her hand towards the black crystal. Following the same ritual as the others before her, she retracted her hand and waited calmly for the man's judgement. As he peered at the crystal, his expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed in a booming voice, "Four stars!".
At that moment, I realized that the number of stars determined the strength of one's inner power. Confirming my suspicion, the man continued in a quieter voice that still reached everyone's ears, "Congratulations! You have the potential of awakening your inner strength." With a wide smile and a nod, he gestured for her to join the women who were tasked with recording our details.
With a brisk "Next!" he gestured for the next person to step forward, a sense of anticipation filling the air.
"Two stars!"
"Next!"
"One star!"
"Next!"
"Two stars!"
As the process continued, my understanding deepened, and I began to comprehend why no one in our village held any hopes or thoughts of awakening their inner strength. Even Sura, who had gone before us, possessed only a one-star potential, indicating that she had no means of unlocking her inner strength.
Suddenly, a loud announcement from the man interrupted my thoughts, and I watched as he beamed at the young boy standing in front of him. The same way he had looked at Thak's daughter earlier. "Three stars!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "Congratulations, young man. You have the potential of awakening your inner strength." The boy's face lit up with joy as he was ushered towards the three women in charge of recording our details.
Internally, I nodded my head in acknowledgement of this new information - those with a three-star potential and above held the key to unlocking their inner strength.
The line of hopefuls kept getting shorter and shorter until there were only five people left. The man's voice rang out once again, "Next," and Gorg stepped forward. As one of the few people I knew in this unfamiliar world, I silently wished him luck.
As the milky light that surrounded Gorg began to fade away, he removed his hand and waited for the man's verdict. And then, with a burst of excitement, the man announced, "Three stars!" The elation on Gorg's face was discernible as the man continued, "Congratulations, young man. You have the potential of awakening your inner strength." With a nod, he gestured for Gorg to move to the side and for the next person to step forward.
"Next!"
"One star!"
"Next!"
As Ursa stepped forward, I couldn't help but watch with bated breath. I observed her as she stretched her hand towards the black crystal, and just as quickly withdrew it. But upon closer inspection, I noticed something - faint wisps of light flickering within the crystal, before settling in the centre, forming three bright, miniature crystal stars.
The man's announcement broke my reverie, "Three stars!" he exclaimed in a surprised tone, glancing around as if to confirm his observation. He appeared defeated, as if realizing that more people had the potential to unlock their inner strength than he had anticipated. Turning towards Ursa, his expression transformed into one of amazement, "It seems that Naka has blessed us with more warriors this year." He then turned towards the village chief, seeking his agreement.
My eyes instinctively darted towards the village chief, curious to see his reaction. To my surprise, he was grinning widely and nodding his head in agreement with the man's words. "Yes, yes, you are right!" he bellowed with laughter. "It seems that Naka has decided to bless us this year with four more warriors. Truly splendid!"
I turned my attention towards the others around me and observed the sheer joy on their faces. Even Fiona, who has been wearing a stoic expression throughout the day, seemed to be in high spirits, indicating that this was a rare and joyful occasion.
As Ursa was directed towards the women, I stepped forward without hesitation. Wordlessly, I stretched out my hand and gently placed it on the smooth surface of the black crystal globe. Within seconds, a soothing and refreshing energy surged through my body, like a tingling current that made every hair on my body stand on end. I was entranced, not wanting to miss a single moment, so I kept my eyes wide open, watching in wonder as the black crystal globe shone with the same intensity as before, until the light began to compress within it, dimming the radiance that had once spilt out.
Soon, the light within the globe scattered into tiny particles, which then transformed into small crystallized stars with a milky hue. As I scanned through the stars, my brows furrowed in confusion as I began to recount. "Six stars!" I muttered, taking my time to count them again.
Just as I began counting, the man's exclamation shattered the silence, "SIX STARS!" His voice boomed, louder than any of the previous evaluations, catching everyone's attention.
It took me only a moment to realize that I hadn't been mistaken, as my potential for awakening my inner strength had clearly displayed six stars. A wry smile spread across my face as I recalled how the others had received only four or three stars in comparison. I had surpassed them by a significant margin, shocking the village chief and causing him to bolt towards our direction.
Mi...," he started, as if he wanted to scold the man for his sudden outburst. However, his eyes were drawn to the six milky-coloured crystallized stars that sat gently within the black crystal, and he quickly shut his mouth, turning to me instead. "Stretch out your hand again and repeat the process," he ordered.
I nodded my head with understanding and reached out towards the black crystal once more. The strange energy flowed into me once again, and I watched with rapt attention as the six stars scattered into a burst of light particles that spread all over, causing the black crystal to shine with a brilliant light. As the light dimmed once more, I removed my hand and observed as the lights compressed again, forming six small crystallized stars just like before.
"Six stars!" The village chief muttered in disbelief, as if he couldn't fathom what he was seeing. "Six stars!" He repeated, as if his own ears couldn't believe what he had just said. He turned towards Thak, who had followed him over to our position, and asked, "Maybe it's because I'm an elder now, but Thak, can you confirm how many stars are in the black crystal?".
Thak looked at me, and then at the black crystal for a moment, before he turned towards the village chief and replied, "Six stars, chief."
The village chief nodded slowly in understanding before he fixed his gaze on the man who conducted the test. "And what about you?" he asked, his eyes locked on the man, waiting for his answer.
"It's six stars," the man repeated, his gaze refocusing on me. "The boy's potential for awakening his inner strength is six stars."
The village chief nodded slowly before turning towards me, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. "What is your name?" he asked,
Without hesitation, I replied, "My name is Orion."
He nodded and asked again, "And your parents' names?" his brows furrowing as if trying to recall something.
I responded, "My mother's name is Celeste."
He merely nodded at my response, his eyes fixated on me as if he was trying to read my thoughts. Slowly, he turned his head to the side to look at Thak. Wordlessly, they communicated with Thak nodding his head at him, before the chief turned back to me and said, "Come here!"
As I arrived in front of him, the village chief grabbed my jaw, examining my face from side to side before releasing it. He said to me, "Wait for a minute, let's watch the last evaluation." I didn't need to be a mind reader to know that he was probably expecting, if not anticipating, another occurrence like my own to happen.
"Next!".
As the process came to a completion and both the man and the village chief checked the black crystal, they released a tired collective sigh, their anticipation fading. The man said with a much duller voice, "One star."
Immediately after the result was announced, the village chief turned around without warning and headed towards one of the three large huts in his compound. "Follow me," he said, his voice trailing behind him. Without hesitation, I walked along with Thak behind me, matching the chief's pace as we marched into the hut. Once we were inside, Thak shut the door behind us, as we continued to walk forward.
And just like the lecture hut, this one also had multiple doors, about five in total. The village chief led us to the door at the far right, and we followed him down a small corridor until we arrived at a spacious room. I was surprised to see how beautifully decorated it was compared to our simple hut. The floor was covered in a thick, multicoloured carpet with images of flowers, trees, and leaves well-drawn on it. The walls were adorned with several lanterns hanging at each corner, and small windows covered by well-designed pieces of cloth. It felt like a true gathering place, fit for important meetings and events.
As I scanned the room, I noticed several individuals, including four stunningly attractive slender women and five muscular men, some with chiselled abs, and others with bulky muscles.
I let out a heavy sigh as I compared the lavish decor of the villager chief's hut to our humble hut. Aside from the obvious presence of servants, my eyes couldn't help but be once more drawn to the mesmerizing lanterns hanging from the walls. Back at our hut, we relied solely on the pale glow of the moon to light up our nights. Despite the natural brightness, I couldn't deny the appeal of having even just one of those lanterns, or better yet, a whole new hut adorned with a touch of such exquisite beauty.
With that thought in mind, I made a mental note to prioritize this goal, storing it at the back of my mind for future reference. It was the first thing I would strive to accomplish once I had amassed enough wealth to barter for it.
"Please, have a seat," the Village chief gestured, his hand outstretched towards the two beautifully woven straw mats laid opposite him. While, he settled himself onto a small, clay-moulded platform adorned with a thick wool pillow.
Thak and I both took our places on the mats, facing the village chief. As he looked at me intently, he asked, "Are you the child who dared to cause abomination by crossing the river?".
Caught off guard, I was momentarily stunned. That question was the last thing I expected, especially since I had no memories of it and hadn't even considered it. However, I nodded in affirmation, as there was no point in denying it.
The village chief remained stoic, unperturbed by my admission as he fixed his gaze on me. "Initially, I dismissed the rumours as just idle gossip among the villagers," he began, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. "But when Thak brought proof of their validity to me, I couldn't help but be intrigued by the fact that you had not only attempted such a feat but survived it."
I replied with a faint smile, "I was healed back to health by the village healer," using Aunt Greta's respected title.
The village chief nodded knowingly, his eyes revealing a sense of curiosity. "Ah, yes. Greta was one of the first people Thak consulted to confirm the details of your incident. We were already aware of your healing. However, the real mystery lies in your survival. It should not have been possible," he said, his voice tinged with intrigue.
"Thus, I must ask you this question - did you experience anything unusual during the healing process or afterward?" the chief continued, his gaze fixed intently on me.
As I gazed at him, I could already sense the direction he was heading towards. It appeared that crossing the river was strictly prohibited and anyone who dared to do so was deemed an abomination, resulting in their untimely demise. Although the old me had already perished, there was no reason to divulge such information. Thus, I replied with a simple, "I don't know."
"The last thing I remembered was suddenly waking up in the healer's hut after being healed," I continued, hoping to steer the conversation away from any suspicion that the village chief might be harbouring.
The village chief remained silent for a moment, his expression betraying his suspicions. "Do you mean to say that you don't remember anything after waking up, or are you trying to avoid telling us what happened when you crossed the river?" he inquired sternly.
Without missing a beat, I nodded my head and reiterated, "I don't remember anything after waking up. Not even what happened after I crossed the river."
The village chief nodded thoughtfully, his eyes scanning my body from head to toe, as if searching for any signs of deceit. However, he soon abandoned his efforts with a deep sigh, exchanging a wordless conversation with Thak before returning his gaze to me.
"I can at least confirm that your recovery came with some consequences. If not, it would be even more difficult to believe that you walked in there by yourself and emerged unscathed," he remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of scepticism.
Pausing for a moment, he once again turned to Thak, silently conferring with him before turning back to me. "Explain everything to the boy," he said, his tone more conciliatory as he instructed.
My head swivelled towards Thak, and I watched as he nodded in understanding before focusing his attention back on me. "Now that you're one of the few individuals capable of awakening their inner strength, and with a potential of six stars no less, there's no need to keep you in the dark about the details," Thak explained, his tone grave.
He paused for a moment, as if to let his words sink in, before continuing. "On the other side of the river, deep within the untamed bushes surrounding the tall trees, lies the Vylkr. I'm sure you've heard of them before, perhaps as a frightening tale from your childhood." Thak chuckled wryly, his eyes flickering with amusement. "Even my daughter still gets nightmares just by hearing their names."
'The Vylkr,' I repeated inwardly in confusion. I didn't need to ask what it was, as Thak immediately added, "But since you've lost your memories, allow me to explain."
Thak's expression grew grim as he continued, "You see, a Vylkr is a deadly reddish-black vine that consumes anything in its path. Every life the Vylkr ensnares is immediately drained of all vitality until nothing remains but a husk of their former self." He paused, his eyes taking on a haunted look.
"However," he continued, "just because they can't cross the river and enter the village doesn't mean we're safe. The forest and the farms are teeming with vibrant life, and since they're connected to the river, they're the prime targets for the Vylkr's deadly vines."
As Thak's words sank into my mind, a sudden realization hit me like a bolt of lightning, causing me to widen my eyes momentarily. "So the Vylkr..." I began, but Thak interrupted me before I could even finish my sentence, answering the question that was still forming in my mind. "Yes," he nodded solemnly, "Several Vylkr are slowly swarming into the forest as we speak, squeezing the life out of any tree or living thing in their path. But don't be afraid, because our warriors, who have harnessed their inner strength, will soon push them back and reclaim our land."
As soon as his words trailed off, the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place within my mind, and I began to connect the dots. So the guards stationed at the entrance of the gates weren't just keeping out unwanted intruders, but they were also safeguarding the farm from the menacing threat of the Vylkr. No wonder the village chief and everyone else were ecstatic about receiving more warriors this year. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but let out a sigh at the realization that such perilous beings were lurking so perilously close by.
Thak caught sight of my reaction and let out a hearty chuckle, a broad grin spreading across his face. "Don't worry yourself over it," he reassured me, slapping me on the back with enough force to make me wince. "Once we're through with your training, you'll be able to repel those vines with ease, just like those who came before you, and you won't even bat an eyelid at the thought of it."
I nodded in agreement with Thak's words, pondering the fact that the villagers had been living in close proximity to this looming danger for quite some time now. Yet, they carried on with their daily lives, seemingly unfazed by its looming presence. It was clear that the village had the necessary resources to deal with this dangerous threat, and they were doing a commendable job at it.
Suddenly, a soft knocking sound reverberated through the spacious chamber, interrupting our conversation. The village chief swiftly turned his gaze towards one of the guards, who stood stoically at the edge of the room. Without hesitation, the guard nodded silently, strode towards the door, and pulled it open with a creak.
The door swung open with a sudden jolt, revealing a commanding presence. "Where is he?" boomed a resounding, feminine voice that echoed through the room, immediately prompting all the servants and guards to bow in reverence, their heads bowed briefly before they slowly raised their gazes.
Curiosity piqued, I watched with great interest as a slender woman, who appeared to be as old as the village chief, entered the room. Despite the noticeable wrinkles on her face, she exuded a vibrant energy and youthful spirit, much like the chief's own impressive physique.
With a determined stride, she walked purposefully towards our direction, only coming to a halt when she stood directly in front of us. Her eyes lingered on the village chief briefly before turning to Thak, with a nod of acknowledgement passing between them. Then, without warning, her gaze landed on me, her unwavering stare making it clear that I was the one she had come to see.
"Are you the one?" she asked me, her voice sharp and probing as she scanned me from head to toe. Her piercing gaze left me feeling exposed, as if she could see straight through me.
Despite having a hunch about the reason behind her question, I blurted out cluelessly, "I'm sorry, I don't understand." Nevertheless, my gaze was transfixed on her tulga, which resembled a stunning tanned plunge V mid-thigh dress, before it settled on a breathtakingly shapely voluptuous older woman who looked younger than the one in front, almost like a servant following her mistress. Despite her strategic position behind the woman, I couldn't resist stealing a glance. However, my attention quickly shifted back to the woman in front, whose lustrous black long hair cascaded down her smooth back as she retorted," Aren't you the child who passed the evaluation with six stars' worth of potential?".
As she repeated the question more pointedly, I could only offer a nod of affirmation. "Yes," I responded, feeling the weight of her gaze upon me. I observed a grin spread across her face, causing it to stretch wider with each passing moment. She shifted her attention to the village chief and with a knowing smile on her lips, she asked, "Husband, is it true that we have been blessed with four more warriors this year?".
The village chief nodded without hesitation, his fatigue momentarily forgotten as he replied, "Indeed, Naka has bestowed upon us more than we dared to dream." He let out a weary sigh before continuing, "With this unexpected boon, we now have enough warriors to train for the year without the need for anxious waiting for the next."
The woman, whom I now recognized as the village chief's partner, inclined her head in understanding, a sense of fatigue etched onto her features, only to be quickly replaced by her previous radiant expression. "Ayla!" she called out, her tone commanding as she glanced over her shoulder with a hint of urgency.
"Yes, chieftess," came the prompt response from the other woman who had been standing behind her, her voice filled with deference and respect.
The village chief's wife redirected her gaze towards me, raising a finger pointed in my direction. "Take a good look at his face and remember it, in case I ask you to call for this child," she instructed, her words carrying an unmistakable weight. Suddenly, the figure that had been concealed from view stepped forward and scrutinized me from head to toe with piercing intensity.
Meanwhile, my throat constricted as a lump formed, my eyes glued to the captivating sight before me. Despite looking several years older than my mother, the woman's voluptuous curves left me spellbound. She was draped in a traditional tulga, a flimsy piece of cloth that barely covered her full, fleshy thighs. Her loose crop top hugged her enormous bosom, accentuating her every curve, while the tie tied in a knot around her neck left her ample cleavage on full display. Even without straining my gaze, I couldn't help but notice her soft, pointed nipples pushing against the fabric, sending a jolt through my body.
As she averted her gaze from me and nodded at the chieftess, the woman returned to her position behind her, leaving me feeling bewitched and tantalized by her very presence.
'Control yourself,' I mentally chided myself as I clenched my legs together, desperate to prevent my body's arousal from becoming obvious. It was a struggle to contain the growing excitement that threatened to pitch a tent in my tulga, even though I knew it would be perceived as trivial by others. Nevertheless, I felt that this was not the time to display such behaviour.
After receiving a confirming nod from her servant, the village chief's wife turned to her husband and gave him a nod before fixing her gaze on Thak to do the same. Then, her eyes landed on me as she spoke, "Becoming a warrior and harnessing your inner strength might be a challenge, but I pray to Naka that you succeed. With your six-star potential, I believe you can do it." Her face broke into a radiant smile as she added, "Take care, child. I'll see you later." With her words ringing in my ears, as she turned around and left, I made sure not to miss a single glimpse of her servant's curvaceous backside.
And as she walked away, my eyes followed the cloth tied around her waist, which had risen up to the lower half of her buttocks, showcasing her voluptuous ass cheeks. I couldn't help but admire the way they rippled, pulling the fabric up and down with each step she took.
For a few fleeting moments, my penis throbbed and pulsed, standing erect in a sudden rush of excitement. But I quickly calmed my mind and redirected my attention elsewhere, letting it soften just as quickly.
As the wooden door creaked shut and the guard resumed his position, the village chief cleared his throat to get my attention. "That was my partner, Zara. The village chieftess," he informed me.
I nodded in understanding, already having drawn my conclusions from the way she was addressed and the weight her words carried.
Suddenly, the village chief clapped his hands twice, and I watched as two guards stepped forward to flank us. "You may follow them back to the evaluation and finish whatever tasks your teacher has left for you. Today is the final day, and we have more warriors than expected, so I must make arrangements with Thak."
"Alright, I understand," I responded, rising to my feet and turning to Thak. I nodded to him, and he returned the gesture before I headed for the door, with one guard walking ahead of me and the other bringing up the rear.
As we walked out of the narrow corridor and away from the village chief's hut, I couldn't resist turning my head backwards to steal one last glance at the structure. While its size, to me, was not particularly impressive, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden within its walls. After all, as the village chief, he undoubtedly had important and private matters to attend to.
However, I quickly dismissed the thought from my mind as I approached the crowd. They appeared to have finished the evaluation and were now idly chit-chatting, indicating that the point assignment was also done. As I drew closer, I couldn't help but wonder about the teacher's plans for us since today was the last day of the awakening ceremony.
As we approached the crowd, some of them felt our movements and turned their heads around, freezing in surprise at our presence. The participants of this year's awakening ceremony and the grown men and women in their midst also paused what they were doing and gazed at us as we strolled towards them. The once-bustling crowd fell silent as the guards nodded their heads at me and walked away, leaving me standing awkwardly amidst the intense gaze of everyone around me.
Moments later, a sharp clearing cough echoed through the crowd, drawing everyone's attention to it. "Now that we're all here, let's finish your awakening ceremony with something special," Fiona said with a nod and a smile in my direction before withdrawing her gaze. "Mr Tog, you can take it from here." She nodded at one of the male teachers -the man who had done the evaluation with the black crystal. He stepped forward to address the crowd as Fiona retreated from the centre of attention.
As Fiona strode away, she flashed me a subtle gesture, beckoning me to advance towards her. She was heading towards the women who were tasked with documenting our details and scores. Without a moment's hesitation, I trailed behind her and halted in front of them. Fiona cast me a radiant smile and inquired, "Are you done talking with the village chief?".
I nodded emphatically, replying, "Yes."
With a nod of her head, she met my gaze and spoke, "Since you arrived after we had already finished assigning points, it's only fair that I inform you of your score right away." She paused for a moment, drawing out the suspense before she revealed the news. "According to the results, everyone has a total of 12 points, with some scoring nine or ten. However, you, have managed to accumulate a whopping 14 points. Three of those points were added from your participation in the farm yesterday, bringing your former score of 11 points to a grand total of 14. That means you are the only one who will be eligible to receive a gift from the village chief."
I nodded my head in understanding, fully aware that I had met the necessary requirements for a gift from the village chief during my hard work at the farm yesterday. Therefore, I wasn't all that surprised or taken aback by the revelation.
Fiona suddenly chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes, as she added, "Although, the rest of your mates were grumbling about it being unfair. They said you already awakened a six-star potential, implying that you'd be getting special treatment from the village chief and suggesting they would love to earn more points by going to the farm." She paused, turning to glance at the now attentive crowd as Mr Tog addressed them. "However, even if they go to the farm today, it won't be for gaining points, as that assignment is already over. It will be something else." Her voice carried a sense of mystery, and I couldn't resist the urge to inquire further. "What will we be doing?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.
Suddenly, her fingers reached out and gripped my cheeks tightly, eliciting a gasp of surprise from me. "That will be a surprise for you guys to find out when you arrive," she teased, her voice laced with amusement. Before I could respond, she released my cheeks from her grip and continued, "For now, I need to give the village chief the full reports of this year's awakening ceremony. I will catch up with you guys on the farm when I'm done." With a nod towards the three women beside her, she strode purposefully away, leading them towards the hut I had just exited. As she walked, my gaze was inevitably drawn to her protruding scantily clad buttocks, providing yet another alluring view.
While I stood there, I didn't even have to look for long before I heard two familiar voices behind me. I turned my head to see Ursa and Sura rushing towards me, each grabbing one of my arms with urgency. "Come on, we have to go," Sura said, her tone urgent as she pulled me forward. Ursa chimed in, "Yeah, and you have to tell us what you talked about with the village chief." They both dragged me along towards the rest of the group and the teachers.
As we caught up with the others, I couldn't help but notice the occasional glances directed my way, but some simply nodded before turning their attention back to the road. I knew they were probably trying to establish a friendly connection with me, to which I nodded back in agreement. After all, having more connections with people that I could potentially barter with in the future was always better than none.
Sura let out a disappointed sigh, clearly anticipating a more intriguing response when she asked, "Is that all you discussed with the village chief?" However, I could only share the praises I received and my encounter with the chieftess, leaving out the thorny topic of my memory loss and the notorious Vylkr vines. I suspected that they already knew about the latter, based on what Thak had shared with me, so I didn't want to dampen the mood with such news. Ursa chimed in, shaking her head with disappointment, "I was also hoping for something more interesting and exciting," But she quickly diverted the conversation, asking, "Anyway, have you awakened your gift?"
I let out a tired sigh in response to her question and shook my head in defeat, "No." But seeing the way she quickly withdrew her next question and stood awkwardly in silence, I decided to turn the tables and ask, "How about you guys? Didn't you say you've learned to control your gifts? Come on, show me." The memory of Ursa causing them to float and Sura almost burning Ursa's hand with her gift flashed through my mind.
Sura's eyes widened as though the memory had just struck her too, and she responded in a hushed tone, "Well, I can't say for sure how hot it could get, but I did burn a hole through the ground while testing my gift at home." She slowly extended her left hand, took a deep breath and closed her eyes. As she opened them, a dazzling display of bright sparks erupted on her palm, resembling a flurry of miniature fireworks. The sparks spread with intensity, as if liquid magma was flowing around her hand, accompanied by wisps of smoke that drifted in every direction.
"Also, I feel like I can stretch it further but I haven't tried it yet since I'm not fully in control of my gift and I want to avoid any accidents," she added with a tired sigh. The exhaustion that came with activating her gift was evident as the magma began to disappear, solidifying into her palms. And just as quickly as it had emerged, it disappeared, and Sura's hand returned to normal.
To be honest, I found myself unable to resist the undeniable destructive power behind Sura's gift, and so I nodded my head in genuine appreciation. As I gazed at her in admiration, I couldn't help but notice a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, as if pleased by my reaction to her gift.
Furthermore, while I wasn't sure what Sura's ultimate plans were, I couldn't help but feel that working on the farm would be the best choice for her, given the potential need for her gift. Of course, I planned to discuss the matter with her later to determine what path was truly best for her. In the meantime, I wrapped my arm around her waist, relishing the feel of her plump, firm buttocks as I turned my head to watch Ursa demonstrate her own unique gift. As if reading my thoughts, Ursa immediately activated her gift, causing the wind to pick up speed and whip around her. Her hair flew back wildly as she released my hand and began to float upwards, her body rising higher and higher until she was several feet above my head. She even drifted along with us as we walked, her actions drawing the curious glances of a few onlookers before they quickly averted their gazes, perhaps not as entranced by the sight as I was.
Eventually, Ursa slowly descended back to the ground, her feet softly touching down as she caught her breath. I paused my steps and reached out to take her hand, guiding her forward as she regained her composure. "I'm not sure how high I can go or how many people I can carry since I haven't pushed my gift to its limit yet," she explained, her expression expectant as she waited for my response. Anticipating her thoughts, I replied, "But what you can do is still an absolutely stunning and impressive gift, especially for someone like you." As I spoke, I watched as a small smile spread across her face, her steps becoming lighter and more buoyant as she took in my words.
"Ah~~ Mhhmm~~" Sura's breath hitched in a muffled gasp as my fingers teasingly played with her sensitive inner walls, eliciting an intoxicating shiver from her. "MMhhh~~" Her arousal was evident as her hips subtly undulated, her slickness glistening between her thighs. As we made our way into the forest and towards the farm, the tension between us was discernible, heightened by Ursa's knowing gaze. I could sense that she had caught on to my actions while she floated in the air, but she brushed it off nonchalantly as always, only occasionally engaging me in conversation as Sura's breathy gasps punctuated our exchanges.
As we walked through the guarded wooden gates of the farm, we expected to head straight towards Mrs Shani's wooden hut. However, to our surprise, we found ourselves walking through the bustling centre of the farm, where various villagers were hard at work. After a fifteen-minute stroll, we emerged on the other side of the farm, which was equally teeming with an abundance of lush vegetation. But to my surprise, it wasn't just tall trees and bushes that greeted my eyes. As I peered into the distance, I spotted several large and small wooden huts, indicating that this was where some of the villagers who worked on the farm lived. I couldn't help but sigh, realizing just how expansive the farm truly was.
"Ahem," Mr Tog cleared his throat, "Today marks the final day of your awakening ceremony," he began, drawing the attention towards him and the rest of the remaining three teachers who stood alongside him. "And as a reward for your hard work and dedication, each of you has been granted the privilege of one special assignment."
A hush fell over the group, and I noticed a few of my peers shivering in excitement, likely already aware of what was to come.