Village Head's Debauchery

As the village chieftess struggled to fathom the meaning behind Orion's words, her mind became a whirlpool of disbelief and doubt. After all, what could drive a young man like Orion to go to such extraordinary lengths as using his semen to wash Ayla's butthole?

Yesterday, when she extended an offer to help him release with Ayla's help, it served as a test for Orion—a means to gauge whether the rumours accurately depicted him as a young man who possessed a very high potential for inner strength while remaining remarkably grounded and unswayed by superficialities. But Orion's genuine humility shone through, as he showed no discomfort in the presence of an unattractive yet curvaceous woman like Ayla, even while he penetrated her. In fact, he embraced two such friends, among the few with whom he engaged in conversation during the awakening ceremony.

Even though she orchestrated this test to verify the rumours, she refrained from disclosing it to Ayla, while Orion himself remained completely oblivious. Little did he know, he provided Ayla with an experience she hadn't encountered in decades.

Zara's gaze shifted from Orion to Ayla, who sat on the ground, with traces of Orion's semen still delicately trickling from her butt hole. Zara couldn't help but arrive at the conclusion that Orion must have harboured remorse for not releasing within Ayla's vagina yesterday. Hence, driven by guilt, he had returned the following day to ensure that he found a way to fulfil that desire. As for why Ayla had agreed to such a proposition, Zara needed only to observe the subtle, enigmatic smile emerging on the corner of Ayla's lips to grasp that she believed she had skillfully manipulated the young man, oblivious to the intricate dynamics happening beneath the surface.

With a throbbing headache already emerging, Zara contemplated how to convey the recent events and ensure that Ayla wouldn't venture too far, risking the ire of others. Letting out a long exhale, she shifted her attention back to Orion and uttered, "Your companions have all arrived. If you plan to catch up with them before they head into the forest, it's best that you leave now." Zara observed as Orion nodded, acknowledging her words, and replied, "Alright, thank you for informing me, chieftess." He swiftly turned away without uttering another word.

As he strolled away, Zara redirected her gaze towards Ayla and beckoned, "You, come and join me for a bath. We have something to discuss." Ayla turned her head toward the chieftess, realizing she was being addressed. Suppressing the satisfied smile that threatened to emerge, she rose to her feet and nodded vigorously in understanding. After the village chieftess had already entered the bathing area, Ayla followed suit, assuming the role of her loyal servant. With a swift motion, Ayla lowered her tulga to discreetly cover her ample buttocks, before also entering the bathing area.

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Meanwhile, Orion effortlessly navigated his way out of the hut, retracing his steps without much difficulty. As he approached his previous location, he noticed the presence of all three individuals: Ursa, Gorg, and Grim.

"Hey, Orion," called out Grim.

"Hey..." Gorg followed suit, his voice trailing off.

While Grim and Gorg acknowledged his presence with audible greetings, Ursa immediately dashed toward him, embracing him in a warm hug. Naturally, he reciprocated, tightly gripping her plump ass and draping his left hand around her waist, his fingers finding their way under her tulga, as they always did when they were together.

"Has Warrior Jean arrived yet?" Orion inquired, directing his question to Ursa. She nodded in response, affirming, "Yes, he just went to meet with the village chief and should be returning soon."

"Alright," Orion replied, a hint of concern creeping into his thoughts regarding the potential repercussions of not being the one to inform Warrior Jean. However, he swiftly brushed aside the worry, deeming it insignificant. Instead, he tucked it away in the recesses of his mind and shifted his gaze sideways to catch Tala's eye. Their eyes locked briefly before she shook her head and let out a weary sigh. Orion, already aware of her thoughts and the likely cause of her exhaustion, averted his gaze from her without a word. It was easy to deduce her feelings at that moment.

Nevertheless, after a brief period of waiting, Warrior Jean finally arrived, standing before them with an air of nonchalance painted on his face.

"Are you all prepared?" Warrior Jean's commanding voice echoed through the air.

"Yes!" They replied in unison, their expressions filled with resolution, revealing their readiness for the day's training.

"Very well, let us proceed," Warrior Jean declared, pivoting on his heel and taking the lead as he guided them away from the village chief's compound and towards the dense forest ahead.

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Ingrid's eyes remained fixed on the healer they had acquired through an arduous barter, observing intently as he extended his hand towards Grandma Celia's abdomen. A radiant, vibrant blue light emanated from his palm, enveloping her in its luminous aura. As the healer completed the gesture, he retracted his hand, his brows furrowing in momentary contemplation. His gaze lifted towards their direction, a frown etching itself on his face, before he refocused his attention on Grandma Celia. With a heightened sense of seriousness, he outstretched both hands toward her stomach, his expression now even more grave.

Shortly thereafter, an intense surge of dense, blue light burst forth from the healer's palms, enveloping Grandma Celia's abdomen in its ethereal glow. Time seemed to stretch as minutes ticked by, and finally, the man withdrew his hands, releasing a wearied sigh. "I must confess, I am at a loss as to what's happening here," the healer uttered, his voice tinged with perplexity.

Ingrid's brows furrowed upon hearing the healer's words. "What's happening? Can't you discern what's troubling her?" she demanded, a mix of concern and frustration lacing her voice. Just that morning, instead of tending to their farm duties, they hastily made their way to the nearest affordable healer, hoping to barter for his services and uncover the cause of Grandma Celia's sickness.