Chapter 92: Getting Kidnapped

Chapter 92: Getting Kidnapped

Ravina was there, her body glistening with sweat but not hiding the fact that she had obviously been out in the sun for a long time and that her nipples were dark, large, and looked as if someone had been sucking on them. Her crotch was a wild black forest - thick as the fur of some goddamn animal.

She pushed her hands down into her hips, just about finger-width above that unruly tangle, and grinned as if she knew that I was looking at her. Like she knew that my cock was already twitching.

And even then, Eric didn’t want to feel her body. What the hell was wrong with him?

Ravina scoffed at Eric. "It’s your choice..."

I noticed none of the women reacted angrily to Eric being called by such a dirty woman, as if they were used to it.

Man, I really didn’t feel like hoofing it back, not with a bunch of horses just standing right there. But, wait—how come Ravina gets horses and our tribe doesn’t? Seriously, what’s up with that?

Ryan just blurted something out, breaking the weird quiet. "Ravina, it’s a long journey. Why not do this—you give us a few horses, and we can seat two people on each. You can shift the other women onto the horses so we can ride together."

Ravina’s spear caught the light as she turned her face, the corner of her mouth curving like a newly freed blade. "Hmph..." Her voice was so sugary as if she was offering venom at the same time. "So that you guys can run away with our horses?"

She stretched the last word out as if it were a noose hanging between us. "There’s a hell of a lot of meat in the mammoth, but it’s not worth trading one of our mares for."

Before I could blink, she swung onto her horse. The other women followed, their fingers tightening around reins as they urged their mounts forward.

The dead mammoth was pulled against the ropes, its huge body protesting, shaking the earth beneath my feet.

Ryan and Mitt exchanged a glance—jaws clenched, hands flexing around their own weapons—but they didn’t move. They couldn’t

Then Ravina’s shadow fell over me.

Her spear pressed against my throat, cold enough to steal my breath, making me come back to my senses. "Kid," she purred, "why aren’t you moving?"

My pulse hammered in my ears. One wrong word, one twitch—

"DON’T HURT DEXTER."

Ryan’s voice cracked like a whip. Noah lunged forward, his face flushed. "He’s our healer! You can’t—"

"Shut up, Noah!" Mitt’s snarl cut through him. "Don’t spew nonsense. When did we have a healer?" he winked at Noah, stopping him from telling the truth.

Ravina’s eyebrows climbed halfway up her forehead. "A healer?" The spear dipped, but her hands stayed glued to my shoulders, yanking me closer, then jerking me back like I was some busted puppet.

"You"—shake—"kid"—another shake—"are you actually a healer?" Her breath blasted my face, all charred meat and this heavier, sharper edge—panic, maybe. Or fear. "C’mon, spill. Don’t mess around with me."

I darted a glance at Noah. Why the hell did he say that? Was he trying to save me? Or had he just signed my death warrant?

I swallowed hard. "Yes, Elder Ravina." My voice didn’t waver—grandfather’s lessons drilled into me like scripture. "My grandfather was a healer. He taught me... how to treat women’s diseases." The lie tasted bitter, but it was the only card I had.

Ravina’s eyes flicked to Ryan, then Mitt, then back to me. A slow, triumphant grin split her face. "Change of plans," She jerked her chin at the mammoth. "Take it. All of it." Then her grip turned vise-like. "But this kid is coming with me."

Mitt’s face twisted. "Ravina, he’s just a kid—"

"I’ll send him back." Her tone brooked no argument. "Unharmed. I promise." The last word was a blade wrapped in silk. "I just need him for... a small task."

Mitt’s knuckles whitened around his axe. "No. I won’t allow—"

Ravina’s signal was subtle—a flick of her wrist. A dozen spear tips bristled toward Mitt’s throat. "I’m sorry," she murmured, "but I need this."

One blink, I’m on my feet, the next—Ravina’s arm snaps around my waist, vise-tight and just as unforgiving, yanking me up onto her horse like I’m nothing more than luggage. I mean, damn. The girl could have warned me instead of manhandling me in front of the whole world.

I slam into her back, practically eat her damn spine with my nose. She’s blazing hot—sweaty as hell, like she’s been rolling around on a car hood after summer rain. Instinct just takes over, right? My hands claw her side, desperate not to bite dirt under this twitchy beast losing its mind down below.

"Sorry, kid," Ravina grunts. Like hell she is. There’s a shitty little smirk in every syllable, sharp enough to slice. Sorry? Yeah, bite me.

Suddenly, the horse explodes forward, rearing like we’re in some kind of sword-and-sorcery drama, and my gut drops to my knees. I bark out a gasp, legs clamping around her, and get glued to her back with the force of it.

Let’s just say the collision between us—not exactly subtle. Hips grinding in a way that’s probably not safe for work, adrenaline raging, blood screaming in every nerve. I heard the sound of System’s notification as my cock touched her asscheeks.. 50 points for each asscheeks. My total point score reached 11148.

And then, yeah, the obvious: my cock, already halfway to trouble because fear does wild things, goes rigid against her ass, separated only by the world’s thinnest excuse for clothing- my leaf skirt.

"Dexter!"

Mitt’s voice tore through the noise like a whip, angry and raw, yet with an element of terror. "We will find you! Stay strong!"

Ravina let out this laugh—it slithered, dark and slick, like smoke curling off dying embers. "Oh, trust me, he’s gonna be just fine," she crooned, her tone thick with sugar but edged with steel. "Isn’t that right, healer?"

I didn’t respond.

The horse burst ahead, its powerful muscles, which were underneath us, looked like a tempest, winding and unwinding. Each step really shook me. My cock, which was already half hard from the adrenaline, was pressing against the firm and round part of Ravina’s butt.

Honestly, I tried stepping back, but nope—the horse had other plans. It felt like every stubborn shuffle just dragged me closer to her. Like, thanks a lot, buddy, really.

My hands, all sweaty and useless, kinda slid up her sides before I even realized what I was doing. Next thing I knew, my palms bumped right under her boobs—yeah, totally not planned—and I ended up grabbing on for dear life, trying not to fall over or something.

I earned 200 more points from holding both tits. My total points have reached 11348.