Village Head's Debauchery

The meeting had turned out to be more serious than I had expected, leaving my head full and buzzing with thoughts, especially since I would have to present a plan to the Caretakers and the Chieftess tomorrow.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, knowing that I might have gotten away with a lot after what happened yesterday.

As I crossed my leg over a fallen tree branch, I turned to look at Aunt Greta, who was walking beside me, and asked, "How long was I in there?"

Aunt Greta turned her head to look at me and responded with a thoughtful expression, "Although I don't know what you and the Chieftess were talking about, I would say that you spent several hours in there, about three or four to be exact."

I nodded in agreement, understanding that the Chieftess's gift had distorted our perception of time, making the minutes feel like hours. Focused on creating a workable plan to present tomorrow, I moved closer to Aunt Greta, wrapping my arms around her waist and placing my hand downwards under the helm of her tulga, brushing my fingers against her bushy vagina lips, which helped me think faster and more comfortably.

Aunt Greta turned her head to smile at me before refocusing her gaze downwards, towards my hands. Lightly, she properly positioned my fingers, guiding me to move them in and out of her vagina instead of just rubbing her pussy lips.

Once she was satisfied with the adjustment, she straightened her posture and continued walking as though nothing unusual was happening.

As the fingers moved in and out of Aunt Greta's pussy, I delved deep into my thoughts, attempting to formulate a specific plan that would flawlessly address my upcoming challenge with the Caretakers and the Chieftess tomorrow. Drawing from my past experiences back on Earth, I used them as references since there was little I could directly apply in this world.

Initially, it felt like I was piecing together fragments of different puzzles, unsure if they would fit. However, as I expanded my understanding of this world's nuances, the plan started to take shape and make sense. I carefully tweaked and adjusted it, making it more relevant and feasible within the context of this world.

"Orion..." Aunt Greta's voice softly called out, pulling me back from the depths of my thoughts. I turned my head towards her, observing her weary and drained expression, as if she had just finished running a marathon.

When I redirected my attention to my hands, I noticed they were wet, and when I glanced down at Aunt Greta's legs, I saw that it was her vagina juices that had stained my hand and her inner thighs.

"We're already back at the hut," Aunt Greta said, still catching her breath. She pointed towards the hut ahead of us. Realizing how lost I had been in my thoughts, I released my hands from Aunt Greta's wide hips and followed her lead as she walked forward and opened the door, leaving me to close it once we were inside.

Stepping into the hut, I glanced over to see if Sura was still awake. However, a smile spread across my face when I noticed she was already fast asleep

"You're back," a voice echoed through the room, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced around and saw Ayla's sleeping figure, sharing the mat with Gina and some other women who were either sleeping alone or in pairs. My attention shifted to the source of the voice, and there was Fifi, sitting cross-legged in the corner of the room.

"Oh, I was getting quite anxious and even considered searching for you, but now that you've returned in one piece, I guess you handled everything as you promised," Fifi said, rising from her cross-legged position on the ground and stretching her body, causing her bones to pop.

She settled down on a nearby mat, preparing to sleep early for her task at the well the next day. "By the way, I've already told your mother about how you approached me and proposed," she added, locking eyes with me and smiling naughtily.

"So be prepared for some strange questions from her, just like she asked me. And thank you for keeping my bag safe," she continued, producing the bag from somewhere beside her and giving it a playful swing.

"Good night, husband," she mimicked a silent kiss and closed her eyes, gently snoring as she drifted off to dreamland.

Immediately, a tired sigh escaped my lips, and almost instantly, a soft chuckle emanated from beside me. I knew it could only be Aunt Greta before I even turned my head towards the source.

She looked at me with a cheeky smile and said, "Although I still don't know where you learned to talk to women and charm them, regardless of their age, it seems like you've successfully charmed a handful of interesting women and made them your partners."

She then turned her gaze towards all the women in the room and continued, 'And although I don't think it's my place to say this, however....." She then leaned in towards me, giving me a mouth-watering kiss, her tongue rubbing against mine as we explored each other's mouths.

After a moment, she pulled back and said, "Please, make sure that the next woman you bring back home is a beautiful young woman."

Immediately, my eyes darted towards Sura, causing Aunt Greta to sigh tiredly before adding with an exhausted smile, "Come on, you know what I mean."

Dropping my shoulders in defeat, I watched as Aunt Greta walked into the other room, probably to get another mat.

Then, I walked a little and bent down near Sura, stretching my hands towards her and gently shaking her awake. It only took a moment for her eyes to flutter open, but they immediately widened when she saw me. "You're back," Sura said, her voice tinged with tiredness.