The small hall of the hut was thick with a heavy, suffocating silence that felt at odds with the frantic racing of Lara's heart. As the mats were spread across the dirt floor, her mind was a whirlwind of frustration and desperate, forbidden longing.
"Oh no," she thought, her fingers twitching at her sides. "If we all sleep together in this tiny space, the risk is too high. Aunt Susan is right there. Mother is right there. If they hear even a moan, or the sound of shifting bodies, everything is over." She glanced at Nula and Susan, who were whispering about the "Mudkatwa"—the legendary boogeyman of their tribe, a headless shadow said to roam the outskirts cutting down the unwary. To Lara, the Mudkatwa was a distant fear compared to the immediate, agonizing throb in her own belly. She looked at Fuyu, who stood calmly in the shadows.
"I want to touch his hard thing so bad," she thought, a flush of heat rising to her cheeks. "I want to rub it against my mouth and taste that pungent, white essence again. Just the thought of it makes me feel like I'm going to pee myself. How can I possibly go a whole night without milking him?"
Nula, sensing the girls' hesitation, gestured toward the door. "Yes, baby, it is very concerning. We stay together tonight for safety. Now, go relieve yourselves so we can rest."
Lara, Katty, and Susan stepped out into the cool night air for a final moment of privacy. When they returned, the fire had been reduced to a low, pulsing bed of embers. One by one, they shed their leaf-garments—the rough-woven tunics and skirts that served as their only barrier against the world.
In the flickering, amber dimness, the sight was a masterpiece of raw, tribal beauty. Nula's thick, maternal curves; Susan's lean, elegant silhouette; Katty's youthful, firm lines; and Lara's developing, supple form. To Fuyu, standing in the shadows, the collective heat of these naked bodies was like a physical blow. His blood surged, his arousal blooming instantly into a rock-hard pillar of intent.
The sleeping arrangement was a strategic map of familial bonds and hidden tensions. Manu curled up next to Nula. Lara, driven by her obsession, maneuvered herself so that she lay directly beside Fuyu. Susan settled next to Nula, and Katty was sandwiched between her mother and Lara.
Because of the deep shadows, the secret of Fuyu's arousal remained hidden from the elders. But Katty, lying only inches away, caught a glimpse of his silhouette. Her green eyes widened for a fraction of a second—the sheer size of it was startling compared to what she had seen of her own father or brother—but she quickly masked her reaction. She was the "finest material" in the village; she knew how to stay composed.
Lara, however, was far from composed. She waited until the breathing of the others leveled out into the slow, heavy rhythm of deep sleep.
"Seems like everyone slept..." Lara's voice was a ghost of a whisper, vibrating directly into Fuyu's ear. He felt the soft, humid weight of her breasts pressing against his arm.
"Hmm... seems like it," Fuyu whispered back, his voice unnervingly calm.
"Then let's go for it," she breathed, her eyes searching his in the dark.
"No," Fuyu whispered, his tone firm. "Opening the door to go outside will wake them. The latch is too loud."
Lara didn't hesitate. Her hand traveled beneath the shared furs, crawling across his chest like a blind spider until it reached his pelvic region. The moment her fingers closed around his length, she felt the heat radiating from him. He was already fully engorged, pulsing with a life of his own.
"Then let's do it here," she urged. Her fingers ran along the underside of his shaft, teasing the sensitive skin near his balls.
"We can't, Lara. Think. If the white stuff comes out, the smell will fill the entire hall. It's too strong. And we'd have to get up to clean ourselves. They'll know."
Lara leaned closer, her lips almost brushing his earlobe. "Don't worry. I would swallow it all, just like that day. I'll catch every drop before the smell can even spread. It will only make my stomach dirty, not the floor. Please, Fuyu... let me."
She was shivering with a mix of fear and excitement. The danger of being caught just feet away from her mother and aunt made the act feel ten times more intoxicating.
"No," Fuyu said, his voice turning cold. He reached down and firmly removed her hand from his groin. "We aren't doing it, Lara."
Lara recoiled as if stung. "What? Why? You're lying to me. This thing in my hand was telling me the truth—you want this as much as I do!"
"No means no. Don't make me repeat myself. We can do it when the house is empty."
"Shhh! Lower your voice!" Lara hissed, her frustration boiling over. "Don't be so lazy and rude! Do you have any idea how many boys in this village fight just for a chance to speak to me? I am being kind and generous to you, helping you with this... this burden! You should be thankful that a girl like me is willing to do this for you at all. If you have the guts, go try to find another girl to help you, and you'll realize how rare this opportunity is."
Fuyu turned his head to look at her, his eyes reflecting a tiny spark of the dying fire. "Yeah, males do fight to mate with a girl like you," he said, his voice like cracking ice. "But they get to mate."
Lara's pupils dilated. "You... you mean you want to mate with me? Truly?"
"Yes," Fuyu said. He wasn't interested in the "milking" anymore. Vasana's instructions were clear: the Nadis required the full union of energies. Foreplay was a waste of essence.
Lara's breath hitched. "I can't do it! Fuyu, don't you understand? I have to remain a virgin! My entire life depends on it. If I'm not 'pure' when I marry, no rich hunter or well-settled man will take me. My reputation would be ruined! I can give you my mouth, my hands... but I cannot give you that. And let me be clear—I don't want to marry you, either. This is just... help."
Fuyu didn't show any disappointment. He simply looked at her with an expression of detached calculation. "Then I don't want anything else. If you want to continue this at all, come with me to the fields tomorrow morning. We can find a spot in the tall grass where no one will disturb us. We can do whatever you wish there."
He turned his back to her, ending the conversation.
Lara lay frozen in the dark. "What do you think you are, retard?" she screamed in her own mind. "Ordering me around? I was being a good sister, trying to help you! I don't gain anything from this! Taking my kindness for weakness... you will regret this! I'm not going to some dirty field just to please you. Let your cock ache until it falls off!"
She fumed in silence, her body still humming with unspent tension, until the sheer exhaustion of her anger finally pulled her into a fitful sleep.
The next morning, the grey light of dawn touched the hut. The group awoke with the stiffness of people who had slept too close together. As they dressed and began the morning chores, the atmosphere was strained. Lara pointedly ignored Fuyu, her chin held high as she helped her mother.
However, Fuyu's focus had already shifted. As he watched Aunt Susan stretch her lean, elegant limbs, he remembered Vasana's words about the "unsatisfied females" of the tribe.
As they prepared to head out for the day's work, Fuyu noticed Katty watching him. She wasn't sneering today; she was observing him with a quiet, analytical curiosity.
"Fuyu," Nula called out as she handed him his tool bag. "Since Susan and Katty are staying with us, why don't you help them with their garden plot today? Their husband isn't here to do the heavy lifting."