Chapter 125: Kina’s Unholy Craving
"So this is the way we plan." Ravina’s angry and surprised look was forced up to mine with my fingers digging into her chin. Her black eyes were large and her breath shallow and rapid—as if she was already aware of my request. As if she were pleading for it.
"You are going to lead the tribe," I said coldly. "Then you are going to follow me to the Kronos Tribe."
"But silently. No Fire. No yelling. No goddamn mistakes", I added with my thumb, pressing the flesh under her jaw.
"Create a camp temporarily," I said with a half-smile on my face. "On the cliff above their tribe."
My other hand went down, holding her waist with enough force to leave a mark.
Ravina’s eyes got bigger. "But... how? That cliff is impossible to—"
I cut her off with a look. "Leave that to me."
She swallowed, her throat bobbing, then gave me that stupid, devoted smile. "Forgive me for doubting you, my King." Her fingers brushed my chest. "I’ll follow your every command."
Good girl.
I turned back to Ryan, who was still standing there like a smug fucking statue. "Let’s go, Elder Ryan." I forced a sigh, shaking my head like I was disappointed in myself. "I explained to them. I can’t be their leader."
Ryan’s face split into a relieved grin. "That’s good. That’s good." He clapped my shoulder—patronizing piece of shit. "Let’s go back."
Behind us, Sabina and Helen lost it.
"NO!" Sabina screamed, her voice cracking. "My king, don’t leave us—please!"
Helen dropped to her knees, her tits heaving. "We’ll die without you!"
Ravina stepped forward, her booming voice filled with authority, "ENOUGH." She never glanced at them; her glance was at me only. "The king has decided. Get back. Immediately."
I, Ryan, Mitt, and the others moved away, but through the earpiece, I heard everything; Ravina’s low and commanding voice delivering my orders to the tribe.
The earpiece was vibrating against my temple, Ravina’s voice crawling into my ear like a silk and steel serpent. "We move as shadows." Her words were both a comfort and a command, one of those promises that make a spine straighten and a pulse speed up.
"And when our king gives the signal..." The silence that followed wasn’t just an absence of sound—it was a charged breath, the instant before a blade meets flesh. "We take everything."
A slow, wild, and animal-like grin spread across my face. Oh, we would.
The simple idea of it made warmth flow through my body up to my groin, and I felt my cock get bigger and harder with eagerness against the rough, thick, and demanding material of my skirt. Points. The count of lives, resources, and territory, soon to be under my control. Power.
The kind that made people kneel and lose their will. Pussy. Wet, quivering, asking for more—every vagina in that tribe would recognize my name before the night was over. To think of it—of them—made me grind my teeth and twitch my fingers with the urge to grab and keep.
And then there was the Eternal Vitality, that amazing feeling which raged through my veins like a second heartbeat. No tiredness. No weakness. No end.
My body was like a vehicle designed for takeover; it would enable me to do a march for several days, brawl for many hours, and yet, be able to have sex with every woman in that village so thoroughly that they wouldn’t even be able to recognize their normal bodies before the sun would come up.
I was aware of it—the very, very strong, untiring force that was inside me like a coiled snake, waiting to be let go. They didn’t know what was in store for them.
Mitt’s voice cut through my reverie like a rusted knife. "Dexter, about Ravina’s tribe—how many? How much food?"
I turned my head just enough to meet his gaze, my smile all easy charm and hidden blades. "Oh, you know." A shrug, a lie slipping between my teeth like honey. "A few dozen. Mostly women." I let my tone turn dismissive, almost pitying. "Starving, really. Barely enough to fill a pot."
Lie.
Let him chew on that. Let him think we were walking into a den of weak, half-dead stragglers. Let him underestimate. The moment his guard dropped would be the moment my knife found his throat.
He nodded, satisfied, and lumbered off with Ryan, their backs turned—perfect. Patt and Eric followed, their murmurs swallowed by the wind, their presence already irrelevant.
And then there was Tusk.
The oaf sidled up to me like a dog expecting a kick, his voice a nervous rasp, as if he were confessing to a crime. "Dexter... Kina told me about something. Uh... sqputyung."
I stilled.
Squirting.
Of course she did.
I turned to him, my face a mask of false concern, my mind already racing. "You mean... squirting?"
His face twisted, like the word itself was filth. "Yeah! That—that thing you did to Ruth. Kina says you made her—" He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "Piss. But it felt good." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Now she won’t stop—says I have to learn from you!"
I wanted to tell him to fuck off. Kina’s pussy would only squirt for my cock.
But then—
An idea slithered into my mind.
Slow. Delicious. A plan so twisted, so perfect, that my cock jerked in response, aching with the promise of it.
I sighed, shaking my head like this was some great burden. "Elder Brother..." My voice was heavy with false gravity. "It’s not that I don’t want to teach you." I let my gaze drop, my expression solemn. "It’s dangerous. One wrong touch, and you could hurt her. Permanently."
Tusk’s eyes bulged. "Kina said that too! But she is too..."
"Obsessed?" I supplied, my tone dripping with mock sympathy. "I understand." A slow, knowing nod. "A woman’s desire is a powerful thing."
My gaze flickered toward the trees, where Ravina’s women were waiting—hungry, unclaimed, ripe for the taking. "But if I’m going to teach you..." I let my voice drop, my words a velvet noose. "I need to examine Sister Kina first. Every woman’s body is different."
My hands kinda twitched, muscle memory kicking in, thinking about how Ruth used to lose it when I hit just the right places. The way her whole body would shiver, thighs shaking—man, it was wild. "Gotta know exactly where to push, where to slide my fingers, if I wanna make her—" I let the word hang in the air, thick with implication. "...squirt safely."
Tusk’s face darkened, his jaw tightening. "Dexter... you’d touch a woman other than yours? Doesn’t that Disgust you?"
I chuckled, low and dark. "Elder Brother, I’m a healer." My hands had been inside more women than he’d dared to look at. "My duty comes before comfort." I let my voice drop to a whisper, my fingers twitching with the memory of Ruth’s wet heat. "Even if it means... sacrificing myself."
Tusk exhaled, his shoulders slumping in relief. "Oh, Dexter... you’re too kind! To go through this for me—for Kina—"
Idiot.
I’d have his woman laid out, naked in front of me, slick and desperate for me, her cries filling the room, and him just standing there, soaking it all in—almost grateful, like I was doing him a favor.
Honestly, the irony was thick enough to choke on. Sweet as hell, though.
I smacked his shoulder—probably harder than I needed to. "Don’t worry, Elder Brother." Grinned like a wolf. "I’ll make sure she gets everything she needs.’’
And I would.
Just not in the way he thought.