After a short respite, I parted Dyla’s sweat-soaked blonde hair from the front before caressing her head affectionately. She gave me a feeble smile, still feeling the afterglow of the mating.
“How was it, Dyla?”
“Hmm… I feel sore in my vagina, but…”
“But?”
She sent a wider smile my way.
“It felt good when I had those orgasms. I like it.”
“I’m glad. You did well, Dyla.”
“Hmm.”
She hummed happily while my thoughts went in another direction. This was one more in the bag. My harem diversification was progressing well.
After that, Dyla often asked for sexual acts instead of just kissing when we were together, which I obviously fully indulged. It didn’t take long before the young girl got addicted to sex, just like the other females I had been working on. Her face soon showed a lewd expression more often than her previous innocent one, a sign that all was well with the world.
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Elder Fevalto entered one of the largest caves in the tribe’s grotto, noting that she wasn’t the first to arrive. The representative of the clan’s shamans was already here, a gentle-looking woman named Ekso. She greeted her before sitting on her usual spot next to her, waiting for the other participants to arrive.
A few minutes later, five warriors arrived one by one, allowing the council to start finally. She was present here as the representative of the elders in the clan, while the men were representing the warriors. As with everything in the tribe, the disparity between men and women showed even here, allowing the warriors to have five more representatives than the shamans and elders.
The way they were selected was simple. They were the best warriors in the clan, each leading their respective hunting team. Yet even those five had a clear leader, the one who talked first after everyone was seated.
“Let’s start the council.”
He was a tall and muscular man, with short black hair and piercing black eyes. His name was Sakir, and one couldn’t help but listen to him when he talked, his prowess well known within the tribe.
“Does anyone have anything to say?”
The council met once a season and discussed any matters related to the clan. One of the warriors answered the query first.
“Some women are behaving strangely during mating.”
They all turned their attention to him.
“What do you mean?”
“Some of the warriors in my hunting group told me that a few women seemed reluctant to mate.”
“Women can’t refuse to mate. Did they say anything more?”
“No, they still did it in the end, but they were unhappy because they had to waste some time.”
Warrior Sakir turned in elder Fevalto's direction.
“Do you know anything about this, elder?”
She hesitated for a second but decided to try her luck, even if she knew it was useless.
“I think women would like warriors to be gentler during mating.”
This made the five men frown.
“What are you talking about?”
“Mating is mating.”
“It needs to be strong to create a baby.”
“You’re talking nonsense.”
The flood of retorts assaulted her, just like she expected. She stayed calm on the outside but fumed inwardly. It was a lie that strong mating had a greater chance of leading to a baby. The only reason they did it was because it felt better for them.
Warrior Sakir nodded in approval and concluded.
“Elder Fevalto. You need to educate the women correctly. The tribe cannot function if everyone doesn’t know their place.”
“…Yes, warrior.”
There was nothing more she could do. Even though they were part of the council, the two women didn’t have any real power. Even if they somehow agreed on something, a single warrior’s opinion would still be enough to override both of their demands. That was how skewed things were here, and she hated it a lot. This whole council thing was but a farce in her opinion, a way for warriors to transmit their wills to the shamans and elders.
They discussed a few more topics about how the tribe was going. Eventually, when no one else had anything to say, warrior Sakir spoke again.
“The last topic is about a raid.”
This startled everyone, including the other men, meaning this was something that Sakir had come up with by himself, or at least together with his hunting group members. He continued without giving them a chance to ask a question.
“The tribe has more warriors who have grown up to be of age. We can support more people, so it’s time to grow further. I want to raid the Mival tribe to get more women.”
They, the Laraba tribe, were the strongest in the region. They had already successfully raided many other surrounding tribes while repelling similar attacks on their side. And most of that was due to the man in front of them, known as the most powerful warrior in the vicinity. His war tales were often talked about even within the women’s groups. The boys admired him, aspiring to become like him, while the other warriors respected his strength, making him the de facto leader of the Laraba tribe.
However, his expression wasn’t as glorious as one could expect when announcing this. His eyes shone with a mix of authority and lust, making it clear that his intentions were far from being pure.
Elder Fevalto felt disgusted, knowing well how it was for women to get taken away from their tribe and be forced to live in another one. Even though most accepted it as the reality of their world, she never believed this practice had any worth. On top of the unhappy women, the tribe that had its females stolen was bound to do something reckless to recoup the losses, and maybe even attack another tribe. If too many men died, the tribe itself ran the risk of getting annihilated.
Was there truly a need for such a thing when life was already hard enough as it was?