Chapter 85: Kerry’s Knock—Hina’s Panic
"Hmm...." Her free hand moved down, fingers touching my balls, a light but insistent touch. "Dexter... now I have no other choice than to beg you... If there was any other option.. I would have already tried it."
I could actually imagine the kind of sounds she’d make, how pathetic she must sound as I slide in and out of her for the first time, feeling that perfect, tight little pussy squeeze around me.
Beg me to go deeper...harder, breed her until the seed was just dripping out of her. The realization made my cock pulse in her hand, my balls tightening as I felt the urge to own her.
Just one time, Dexter," and she said it on a sort of whisper of desire.
"Aunt Hina..." I said in a low warning voice, because if she keeps doing that... I may really make her pregnant. "I don’t know... what to do... "
Hina’s eyes were looking at me arrogantly as if she would not take no for an answer, and that made my heart pound in my ears. "I know," she whimpered, her voice husky & shaky, her fingers still gripping my cock like she was afraid of letting go.
She squeezed down, "Just breed me, Dexter. Breed me. Give me what I need." Her voice was gruff, her body pressed up against mine, her hot, make me feel itchy.
"Please..." she was moving her fingers more quickly over me, making me impossibly close to cumming hard just on her hand, and her eyes were bright with tears unshed.
But just as the tension between us was about to bubble over, a voice sliced right through the heavy atmosphere of that cave.
"Dexter... are you here?"
Hina jerked as if burned, her hand slipping from my cock. Her black eyes went wide with horror, breath freezing in her throat. Kerry. I snatched up my lay skirt and tied it around me, my cock raging in unspent desire.
"Hina," she whispered, panicked whisper again, fingers grasping my arm. "Dexter ... please don’t tell Kerry I said that." Her dark eyes were wide, pleading, her lean body shaking with fear of discovery. "Please. She can’t know. No one can."
I nodded curtly, jaw bunched with frustration. Hina took a deep breath and calmed herself, though it was hard to clear her visible embarrassment from her face as she called out in a carefully controlled voice. "Kerry, come in. Dexter’s here."
The flap of the hut was raised, and Kerry entered, her keen eyes taking in the cave at a glance. She looked at Hina for a moment, expression unfathomable, before focusing on me.
"Thought I’d come down and see if Dexter could use a little help with those herbs," she said, her tone innocent, yet something in her eyes let me know that she knew and made my skin prickle.
"Hmm... " I said, trying to make my voice sound as steady and even when there was still a fire in my cock wanting to blast out like a flamethrower. "Aunty Kerry, I’ve already got the herbs from Aunty Hina."
Kerry’s gaze moved from the bunch of dried leaves I was holding and returned to mine. "Then let’s go back.. Ruth is still waiting," she said, her voice creamy but her eyes sharp, trained on me with an uncomfortably directness that left me wondering just how much she’d overheard. "Dexter, do you have to make a paste with those herbs?"
My mind raced. A paste. If I were to formulate a paste, maybe I could add something modern — something that would really do Ruth some good, perhaps even Ada too, and keep the secret. "Yes," I replied, my voice level. "In order for the herbs to work better, we should make a paste out of them."
Hina’s fingers twitched at her side, disappointment as she was disturbed at this moment when she was so close to having my cock. She nibbled her lower lip, with a look that was both vexed and lustful. "Dexter ..." she began, barely a breath’s worth, and then stopped herself, her shoulders deflating half-heartedly.
I looked at her in my growly voice. "Thank you, Aunt, for the herbs."
Hina managed a tight, little half-smile, and her voice was barely able to be heard. "No ... No, nothing," she whispered, although her dark eyes gave away the storm of emotions inside her — despair, shame, and a raw, starving need unquenched.
I rose and accompanied Kerry back to the house, gripping the plants and aching with need that had not been slaked. The cool air outside the cave had done very little to sate the flames that threatened to consume me.
Only my head was heavy with Hina — how she’d pleaded, the way her body had been against mine, her voice breaking in desperation. Fuck, I said to myself, clenching my jaw. This isn’t over.
We made it to Ruth’s hut and stood outside. But all I could do was think of Hina—her deep eyes, her shaking fingers, the way she’d whispered "breed me" like it was some kind of salvation.
And fuck, I wanted to. More than I should. More than I could admit.
Kerry’s voice cut through the fog in my head, sharp and coated with something that sent my pulse sky high.
"Dexter?" she countered, her voice laced with interest as she ran her dark eyes up and down me, settling just a fraction of an instant too long on the strained fabric of my leaf skirt against the hard line of my shaft beneath.
"You seem... distracted." She gave me a small smirk of knowing, as if she already felt the storm of want tearing through me.
I let out a deep breath, my voice raspy and guttural as I busied myself in the kitchen, my cock still throbbing from Hina’s hand running on it, from getting her to ask me to make her pregnant with my child. I said, working the gravel out of my voice. "I am okay, Aunt, don’t worry."
But I wasn’t.
My cock was like iron, aching with pent-up demand, and the sound of Hina’s frantic begging echoed in my head. I could even sense the spectre of her fingers enveloping me, the feel of her body against mine, the fitful rhythm of what passed for a breath as she’d begged in a whisper: "I want you to breed me now, Dexter." Just the thought had my cock twinging and my balls all heavy and tight with need.
Kerry pierced my musings, sharp and knowing. "Dexter," she purred, her black eyes wandering over me with an appetite that sent my blood pressure shooting. "You seem lost. Trust your aunt and tell me what is troubling you."
I moved and felt it when my leaf skirt didn’t do much of anything to cover. I looked up at Kerry, my voice a low growl of frustration.
"Aunt Kerry..." I said, pretending to be in pain. "I don’t know what’s happening.. it’s just that..." I looked down at the leaf skirt, which barely hid the cock between my legs. "My cock has become hard again. And Ruth’s pussy is sore, so I can’t put my cock in her pussy to calm it down."
Kerry’s eyes widened and lowered to my skirt, they snapped back up to my face, even darker than before, as whatever it was in her look burned its way straight through me.
"It has become hard again?" she questioned, her voice a blend of stunned and something much worse—something that had my cock twitching to what she said.