Kane’s axe dripped blood onto the dirt as the system noise faded.

The camp stayed silent, every eye locked on him, and those two women by the hut.

His cock twitched under the hides, Harem Conqueror aura already working its magic, their cheeks flushed, breaths quickening.

"You heard me," Kane shouted, pointing the blade at them.

"Strip. Now. Or join your old man in the dirt."

Thora’s eyes widened, but she stepped forward first, furs slipping from her shoulders.

"Ngh..." she let out an embarrassed sound as the air hit her heavy breasts.

Sira hesitated, fists clenched, but Thora shot her an almost eager look.

"Good girl," Kane growled, dropping the axe.

The axe clattered to the dirt as Kane’s hand shot out, fingers tangling roughly in Thora’s dark hair.

He yanked hard, forcing her down onto her knees before she could even draw another breath.

The entire tribe watched in silence, firelight flickering across their eager faces.

"That’s exactly where you belong now." With his free hand, he shoved his hides aside, letting his thick, throbbing cock spring free into the air.

Thora’s eyes widened, her lips parting in shock.

"Open that mouth, chief’s widow. Show your tribe what a real leader deserves." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Thora hesitated for only a heartbeat before her tongue slipped out, tracing the underside of his shaft as she took him into her warm, wet mouth.

Her lips stretched wide around his girth.

She started slow, almost tentative, but Kane tightened his grip in her hair and forced her deeper, thrusting his hips forward.

"That’s it," his balls slapping rhythmically against her chin with every thrust.

Spit bubbled from the corners of her stretched lips and dripped down onto her heavy, swaying tits.

She gagged hard as he pushed into her throat, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting up his spine.

Kane held her there, buried to the hilt, savouring the way her throat spasmed and squeezed around him.

’Fuck yes,’ he thought, pulse beating fast.

’Her loyalty stat is already climbing, and I haven’t even started yet.’

He finally pulled back, letting her gasp desperately for air as thick strings of spit connected her lips to his glistening cock.

Then he drove back in, harder and faster, fucking her face with raw aggression while the tribe murmured and shifted with growing hunger.

Gluck... Gluck... Gluck...

Sira stood frozen a few steps away, her green eyes blazing with a mix of fury and unwilling arousal.

Her fists were clenched tightly, yet her chest heaved and her thighs pressed together.

"You’re next, spitfire," Kane said with a grin. He pulled out of Thora’s mouth with a wet pop and grabbed Sira by the wrist, yanking her close.

His fingers immediately slid between her legs, plunging into her slick folds.

"Already dripping for me. Don’t bother pretending."

"Fuck you," she spat, but her hips betrayed her, bucking greedily against his hand.

Kane drove two thick fingers deep inside her, curling them roughly against that sensitive spot while adding a third, stretching her open.

"Ahn~~! Haa... nngh!!"

As her legs began to tremble, he slapped her firm ass hard, the crack echoing through the camp.

"Kyaaahn~~!!"

Then he shoved her down toward Thora.

"Kiss your sister-wife. Taste what a real chief’s cock is like."

Their lips crashed together, hesitant at first, then growing hungry and desperate.

"Mmm~~ chu... haa... nghnn~~"

Thora’s tongue pushed into Sira’s mouth, sharing the messy taste of Kane’s cock as Sira moaned helplessly into the kiss, her defiance rapidly crumbling.

Kane watched them with savage satisfaction.

’Perfect. Two beautiful women fighting over my cock.’

He spun Sira around, bent her over the nearest log, and kicked her legs apart.

Without warning, he lined up and slammed into her tight pussy in one brutal thrust.

Sira screamed, the sound quickly melting into a guttural moan.

"Yes! Fuck... yes, Chief!"

Her pussy clenched around him like a fist, hot and tight, pulling him deeper as he started to move.

Kane grabbed her auburn hair, yanking her head back until her spine arched like a bow, and he drove into her with long strokes that made her tits swing, and her breath catch in ragged gasps.

"Oh gods— right there— ahn~~! Ahn~~! Please don’t stop— nghnnn~~!!"

She begged, her voice breaking as he hit that spot deep inside her again and again.

Her fingers dug into the bark of the log, knuckles red, as she pushed back against him, meeting every thrust with desperate hunger.

"Call me master," he demanded, his palm cracking against her ass hard enough to leave a red print.

"Master!" she cried out, her voice raw and trembling.

"Harder, master, I’m yours!"

Thora had crawled closer on her knees, her eyes fixed on the place where Kane’s cock disappeared into Sira’s dripping cunt.

Her hand drifted between her own thighs, fingers working her clit as she watched, her breath coming in shallow, needy pants.

Kane noticed and grinned.

"You want some of this, widow? Get down and lick her clit. Make her cum on my cock."

Thora didn’t hesitate.

She pressed her face between Sira’s thighs, her tongue finding that swollen nub and circling it with practised skill.

Sira’s legs began to shake, her moans rising in pitch as the dual stimulation pushed her toward the edge.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck, I’m gonna-" Sira’s words dissolved into a wordless cry as her orgasm crashed through her, her body convulsing, her juices soaking Kane’s groin as she clenched and spasmed around him.

"Goddamn," Kane breathed, feeling her climax ripple along his shaft.

He pulled out, his cock slick and gleaming in the firelight, and turned his attention to Thora.

"Your turn, milf. On your back. Now."

Thora obeyed without hesitation, lying back in the dirt and spreading her legs wide, her full breasts glistening with sweat in the firelight.

Kane dropped to his knees between them, hauled her legs over his shoulders, and drove into her wet heat in one smooth, devastating stroke.

Thora’s back arched off the ground.

"Ohhh!"

Her hands found his arms, nails digging into his skin as he began to move, his hips slapping against hers with force.

Each thrust pushed her deeper into the dirt, her tits bouncing wildly, her moans turning into a steady stream of pleas and praises.

Kane lowered his head and sucked one of her jiggling tits.

"Eung~~!!" Thora whimpered cutely when he sucked hard on her sensitive nipple.

"Look at you," Kane growled, gripping her neck with one hand while the other slapped her tits, watching them jiggle and sway.