“Because you were the only one who believed in me. Even when I didn’t believe in me.”

  I roped an arm around her to pull her in for a hug. At first, she stiffened, I think because she was so used to being strong these days, but then melted like butter. I pulled her in tighter. “Everyone has something to give. Half the battle is just realizing it.”

  “You helped me realize it,” she said. “But I’m not sure if I have anything left to give. My people are dying.”

  “You have much left to give,” I said. “Will you let me prove it to you? Will you help me kill Kong?”

  She looked up at me, unshed tears in her eyes. This woman desperately needed something to believe in, to hope for. If I was a betting man, I would say most of the tribeswomen were of the same mindset. Beaten down but not defeated. They just needed a little help. I was hoping we could do that for them, because we needed their help too. “I’ll fight with you like we once did,” she drawled. Her accent really was alluring. I was tempted to kiss her, but this was not the time. We needed to focus on the seemingly impossible task at hand.

  “Thank you again,” I said. “You saved our asses back there. Now can you gather the women for me?”

  “Yes. But may I ask why?”

  I smiled at her. “I have a plan.”

  ~~~

  Between Mish and Belle, they were very efficient in rousing the women from slumber and herding them into the part of the area that was on the opposite side from where Buttplug continued to sleep, dead to the world.

  Excitement buzzed in the air and I could tell most, if not all, of them recognized me despite the physical changes I’d undergone in the intervening months. Which meant they remembered how I’d killed Mother Spidey, ending her rule of the forest. Which, technically, led to the rise of this Kong dude, but it didn’t seem like anyone blamed me for that.

  “Hello,” I started, which was kind of a lame thing to say but which felt right in that moment.

  “Dumbass,” Lace murmured next to me.

  “Shut the fuck up,” I whispered back, because the women had responded to my opening word just fine, a chorus of hellos and welcomes echoing back.

  Lace’s claws wicked out and then back in again, which I took for a temporary truce.

  I cleared my throat. “Belle has informed me of your struggles with the ulu. Specifically, with Kong.”

  Murmurs rolled through the audience, the women responding to the name of their enemy the way a group of wizards roaming Diagon Alley might respond to someone who said ‘Voldemort’.

  “I am here to kill Kong,” I said.

  More murmurs and one other voice rising above the others. “That is impossible!”

  “Shut up!” another voice answered. Suddenly the group exploded into arguing. Several of the women even went so far as to bump up against each other, pushing and shoving. Something I hadn’t realized was that the tribe was split in two—those who still had the will and belief that Kong could be defeated and those who’d fallen into despair like their giant leader.

  “Please,” I said, my voice firm but not to the level of shouting. “Please hear me out.” There was silence for a few seconds, heads turning and looking at each other to see if anyone would object. Hearing no immediate complaints, I soldiered on. “I know it’s hard to have hope when you’ve lost so much already. I understand that as well as anyone on Tor. I’ve lost friends, Warriors, people I cared about.”

  “You serve the Three,” a nameless voice said.

  “Not anymore,” I said. “I serve Tor. If that helps the Three, so be it. But I am not their slave. None of us are, not anymore. If I served the Three, I would be here to try to bring you back into their fold. I am not going to do that. Yes, we need your help, but only because the threat from the Morgoss impacts us all. A new shadow arises in the north. Monsters that will make all the previous monsters look like kittens and puppies. Only together can we defeat this evil. As a sign of good faith, I will help you kill Kong. And also because I believe Kong is an agent of the Morgoss, sent here to eradicate your tribe like vermin.”

  This time when I stopped there was an uneasy silence. I felt bad for these women. They were used to following Buttplug’s leadership. They’d grown content to be tribeswomen but not tribe leaders. Now they desperately needed a leader, and I could not do it for them. I looked toward Belle, but she shied away from my gaze. She’d come so far, but she wasn’t ready for this, perhaps because of a false belief that she was the most junior of the tribeswomen. To me, actions spoke far more than years of experience.

  Misha was a feisty one, and might make a great leader, but even she seemed uncertain as to whether my words made sense.

  The rest of the women were pretty much strangers to me, which meant I didn’t know where to look for support.

  Thankfully, the support popped up all on its own in the form of a tall Amazonian woman with golden blonde hair that fell all the way to her ass. It was braided in three interwoven ropes. Feather earrings dangled from her lobes and tattoos interlaced a portion of the exposed skin of her washboard abs and arms.

  She stepped onto a rock and scanned her fellow tribeswomen. “Do we have any options I don’t know about?” she challenged. She had an English accent that felt like it came from a time that was long past.

  Silence.

  “This man brings an option. Yes, I know, you have all learned not to trust men at one point or another in your lives. But this is not just any man. He helped us once before, have you forgotten? And did he not set our very own Belle free when all who came before him would oppress and stifle? You vouch for this man, Belle?”

  Beside me Belle stiffened. But then, slowly, her body relaxed and she nodded. “With every cell in my being,” she said. Her words were enough to make me feel warm inside.

  “Has Belle not become a vital asset to our tribe? Would we have survived this long without her?” Those words took me by surprise, especially because they were accompanied by numerous nodding heads. I knew Belle had changed by leaps and bounds, but it sounded like she’d come even further than I could have imagined. “The answers are yes and no. She is vital and we’d all be dead if not for her forward thinking and actions. And now she brings us a savior and we’re going to snub our noses at him?”

  I didn’t particularly like the word ‘savior’ being thrown around when someone was speaking about me, but at this point I wasn’t going to argue with the only one beside Belle who seemed to have my back.

  She continued: “What are we risking? If he fails and dies at Kong’s hands, we are in the same position. If he succeeds, we are free of our mortal enemy and the forest will be safe to roam again.”

  “But then we’ll have to fight the Morgoss!” someone objected.

  The blonde woman firmed up her chin. “Shouldn’t we anyway? Or would you rather wait until they kill the Three and their monsters infest what is left of this forsaken world?”

  Silence as the woman’s challenging stare roamed over the crowd. And then…

  “Sam Ryder has my support.” My eyes darted toward the voice. I shouldn’t have been surprised—it was Misha. Her eyes didn’t avoid my gaze this time. She offered a slight nod, which I returned. I was truly grateful she’d broken the silence in support of me.

  Another voice rang out, from a woman I didn’t recognize. “And mine.”

  That seemed to get things going, as more and more shouts of support joined the chorus. I let the voices wash over me, feeling a swell of warmth in my chest. Until I remembered:

  I now had to fight a goddamn King Kong wannabe.

  Excellent.

  “Nice work,” Lace whispered in my ear, which was the closest thing to a compliment the cat-woman had ever given me. It felt like a harbinger of what was to come.

  It turns out it was.

  ~~~

  After I received support from the tribeswomen, everyone pretty much went back to their normal daily activities, the crowd dispersing, commingling together and making it difficult to locate the woman who’d been vital to what had transpired.

  However, after a few minutes of vigilant searching, I found her near a freshwater spring that had been rerouted under and into the tree-trunk habitat. She was facing away from me, crouched down and cupping her hands to drink some of the water. She wore a small bikini loincloth that she would’ve originally obtained from the Three. She’d enhanced it by tying leaves to a rope that she’d threaded through the material, giving her the appearance of a native woman living in the wilds, which wasn’t far from the truth. Her skin was bronzed, which, in combination with her golden, braided hair, made her look like a SoCal surfer chick.

  All in all, she was pretty damn hot, but that was currently low on her list of attributes that I valued. More importantly, she’d stood up for me. “What is your name?” I asked.

  She didn’t seem surprised to hear my voice, not so much as flinching as she finished taking a long drink of water before drying her mouth with the back of her hands. Slowly, she stood and turned in my direction. “Chastity,” she said.

  “You are human.”

  “You are not blind.”

  So the woman was not only beautiful and strong, but had a good sense of humor. “Why did you speak on my behalf?”

  She sighed. “Because I’m tired.”

  I frowned, confused. “You spoke up for me because you’re…tired?”

  “Not physically, but mentally. I’m tired of living in fear. I’m tired of the killings. I’m tired of just existing. At first, the goal of this tribe—to exist—exhilarated me. But no longer. Existing is not enough for me. It should not be enough for anyone. I want to live. I want to thrive. I want that for all these women, who I love deeply. I want this world to be better than it has been. I called you a ‘savior’ because I thought that’s what my people needed to hear, but the truth is, we are all responsible for saving ourselves. Sometimes that means being leaders and other times followers. I needed to lead in order to follow. To follow you, Sam Ryder.”

  It was a long speech that made me see that this woman had depth well beyond her skin-deep beauty. “Well, thank you.” She laughed, and I found myself liking the sound. “What’s funny about a thank you?”

  “You’re thanking me for helping you go to fight a massive man-eating gorilla serving at the pleasure of its demon overlords. To which I say, ‘you’re welcome.’”

  I snorted. It was kind of ridiculous, but then again, much of what occurred on this planet would be laughable if it wasn’t so real. “Good point. Then again, you agreed to help me fight a massive man-eating gorilla serving at the pleasure of its demon overlords.”

  “Maybe we’re both goddamn fools,” she said, smiling. Her British accent was pleasant to the ears, regardless of what she was saying.

  “Sounds about right,” I said. Although the respite from the seriousness of our situation was much needed, I also knew time was running out on Tor. Which meant I needed to move things along. “How soon do you think the women can be ready to fight?”

  “We’ve been fighting since the moment we set foot on this planet, so we’re always ready. So just as soon as the pre-battle orgy is over, we can head out.”

  I almost choked on my own spit. “The what now?”

  I’d been so focused on this beautiful, spirited woman, I’d completely missed some of the activities that had begun behind me. While their giant leader lay slumbering against the wall, the tribeswomen had begun to peel each other’s clothes off.

  When I looked back to Chastity, I found she’d stepped lithely closer, as silent as a cat on the prowl under the cover of darkness. She’d also slipped off her bikini top, leaving it behind her leaves and all, and revealing her twin perky breasts, nipples poking out as if cold. “It’s tradition,” she murmured, biting her bottom lip. “The cost of our support.”

  ‘Cost’ seemed like a funny word for what we were about to do, but I was willing to pay whatever this woman wanted. Her name—Chastity—seemed so contradictory to the sensual way in which she carried herself. She grinned as hands roped around me from behind. I half-turned to find Misha, who immediately kissed me on the lips with an urgency that took my breath away.

  Chastity fell on me from the front, guiding one of my hands to her breasts as she sucked on and licked my neck. Her opposite hand slid down my chest to my abs, slipping inside my pants. “Ooh,” she said. “It seems we have your support, too.”

  She did. All of it.

  A third woman, Belle, joined our group, helping Misha out of her scant clothing before removing her own and letting her fully endowed breasts bounce out. She began to grind against the Asian woman from behind, which made Misha stop kissing me, turning to kiss Belle, their tongues dancing. This gave Chastity the opportunity to ease onto her tiptoes to meet my lips, her breath warm against me, her tongue moist as it entered my mouth. She still had her bikini bottoms on, so I took care of that, dragging them down over the bottom portion of the hourglass that was her perfect body. Leaves rustled, piling around her feet.

  I caressed her curves, relishing their intertwined sections of hardness and softness. She was stroking me from base to tip and then back again, adding to my “support.” My erection was pressing too hard against my pants now, so I worked them off, freeing myself.

  “Holy fuck,” she said when she looked down. “It’s huge.”

  “See? The Three aren’t all bad,” I said, hoping she’d take it as a joke.

  She did, thankfully. “No, I guess not,” she said, still sounding in awe of my size. “I want you inside me,” she added, grinding her pussy against my leg because that was as high as she could get.

  I picked her up with one hand, dipping my head to lick her nipples before closing my mouth around them, flicking and circling them with my tongue. She moaned and said, “Fuck me, Sam Ryder.”

  I reached down to guide my penis inside her, which was a tight fit at first. She gasped. “Slowly, it’s been a while since I’ve been with a man,” she said, eyes closed.

  Slow was good. We worked our hips back and forth in tandem, gaining millimeters with each thrust. Her natural lubrication was beginning to help, but she added to it by spitting on her fingers and sliding them down to rub along my shaft and inside her vagina. It helped, and we began to slide against each other more freely, until I felt my penis break through, her body mashing against mine. She gasped again and then ground her body against mine harder and harder, pulling back to the point where I almost slipped out of her but not quite. Then she smashed into me again.

  It was at this point, where we were fucking pretty hard that the other two women decided to join us once more. Each took a side, rubbing their tits against my shoulders and grabbing my ass. They also touched Chastity’s breasts, making her quiver.

  “Oh,” she said. “Yeah. Yeah. Oh. More. More!” The last word was a shriek as I thrust into her, no longer afraid of coming too early as my stores were seemingly infinite. My warmth filled her and I could tell the timing was perfect as she orgasmed too, throwing her head back even as Misha and Belle kissed her throat on either side.

  I eased Chastity out and lowered her to the ground where she lay with her eyes closed and mouth open, touching herself. The other two women encircled me. “It’s a shame you don’t have two dicks,” Misha said. “I’d love to do you at the same time.”

  Jesus, these women, I thought. “No reason why we can’t all have fun if we get creative,” I said.

  Misha grinned. “Tell me more,” she said.

  I laid on my back. “Climb on,” I said. “Both of you. I’ll leave it to you to decide where.”

  The two women met eyes and then decided without speaking. Misha levered her toned body over my upper chest, shifting by degrees until her legs were directly above my mouth. She didn’t put any of her weight on me, using her strong legs to hold herself in position. Down below, Belle faced toward Misha. “Ready?” Belle said.

  Ready for what? I wondered. That’s when Misha leaned forward at the same time as Belle did, their tongues meeting my penis at the same moment. They began to lick and take turns sucking on the tip, cleaning it of the release from my session with Chastity. I leaned forward slightly and began to eat Misha out, working slowly, tongue probing around the edges and making her body quiver slightly. This also made her began to suck my dick even harder while Belle’s delicate tongue filled in the empty spaces.

  Blood rushed to my extremities as I continued to work on Misha, licking inside her, flicking at her clit as I pleasured her. She reared up and I grabbed her ass on both sides to help her stay aloft. Meanwhile, Belle straddled me, grabbing my saliva-lubricated manhood and easing it into her. Then she began to ride, slowly at first but then picking up pace. Though I was buried deep in Misha’s vagina, I sensed the two women were also making out and touching each other’s breasts, which spurred me on even more.

  We all began to pant and moan, our bodies melding together like three parts of the same whole. If this had been a rollicking game of strip-Twister, we were all winners at this point.

  It went on like that for several pleasure-filled minutes, our collective breathing growing in strength and volume until I knew both women were close. That’s when things got next-level insane. Belle pulled out and Misha stood up. Together, the two women each grabbed one of my hands and encouraged me back to my feet. Then, to my surprise, Belle performed a handstand in reverse, her legs resting on my shoulder. Not knowing what to do, I grabbed her ankles to steady her. Her sex was right in front of my face, so I dove in, offering her the same treatment I’d given her tribe-sister. Somewhere down beneath, Misha was on her knees, hands and mouth wrapped around my shaft as she took me in and out of her lips, tongue working furiously.

  As I said before, I had plenty to give, so I gave, exploding into her mouth. She was a spitter, so she turned her head and spat the fluid out before sucking me off once more. Thrice more I burst into her and thrice more she spat and continued.

  This is when Chastity returned to action. Oh yeah.

  She began to perform an erotic dance of sorts, grinding her ass against my side. Belle kicked her way back down and Misha released my penis. The two women, staring at me the whole time, interlocked their legs, grinding their pussies together, and began tribbing, biting their lips and licking at each other with their tongues. My gaze alternated between them and Chastity, who continued to dance, teasing me with occasional touches of my dick and rubbing her breasts against my chest. She slid all the way down my body, nipples touching my abs and then lower extremities. She stood back to full height and kissed me again, while her long fingers worked down below. “Come in the water,” she said.

 

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