Village Head's Debauchery



"~~~aUUUHHHH~~" My moans escaped with an unrestrained vigour as I watched her intoxicating display, presenting delicate kisses upon my foreskin as if it were a delicious lollipop. Meanwhile, my semen continued to flow ceaselessly, finding its way directly into her inviting lips, and traversing down her throat with an arousing downpour.

After she had finished, she leisurely savoured the lingering remnants of my semen on her hands, while the figures in the distance gradually drew nearer. By the time they reached us, Tala had already risen to her feet, yet my eager member remained steadfastly erect, reaching towards the sky.

Ayla acknowledged my presence with a subtle nod, accompanied by a group of five women whom I presumed to be the maids serving in the village chief's compound. Her gaze momentarily fixated on my protruding manhood, but she swiftly redirected her attention towards Tala and me, clearing her throat in a somewhat nonchalant manner. "We need to use the door," she expressed, emphasizing the need for a change in our location.

Initially, I believed Ayla's words were directed at me, but it became apparent that she was addressing Tala instead. Intrigued, I turned my head to confirm, only to find Tala inadvertently blocking the doorway, her actions a consequence of bending down to drink my semen moments ago. Tala, however, swiftly recognized her obstruction and promptly moved to my other side, seemingly oblivious to Ayla's words as if they were not intended for her. Yet, Ayla appeared unfazed by Tala's lack of response. Instead, she shifted her attention to the servants accompanying her, offering them a nod of acknowledgement. With a commanding gesture, she pushed the door open, leading them into the confines of the hut.

"What was that?" I inquired, turning my head to meet Tala's gaze. Though I already had a hunch regarding the reason behind the incident, drawn from my existing knowledge of this world, I wanted to uncover any underlying significance.

Tala shook her head in response, her expression tinged with a mixture of annoyance and resignation. "It's nothing," she replied dismissively. "It's just that it irks me to see her flaunting her curvaceous body without wearing the appropriate tulga for someone of her age. She may be the personal servant of the village chieftess, allowing her more freedom in clothing choices, but it's still irritating to look at. Don't you agree?" she added, exhaling a sigh that carried hints of frustration.

As I observed that my initial assumptions were indeed accurate, indicating that there was no hidden significance behind her actions apart from adherence to the customs of this world, I shook my head in response. "No, I don't," I stated simply, my words carrying a sense of neutrality.

Tala stared at me with widened eyes, her expression a mix of surprise and resignation. Releasing a knowing sigh, she replied, "Well, I should have anticipated such a response from you, especially after confirming the truth of the rumours surrounding you." Shaking her head, she continued, "Even though I don't understand why you are so drawn to those unattractive women, it's your taste and something you enjoy, even if it's a strange one."

Tala observed me intently, seemingly anticipating a reaction to her words. However, my countenance remained unchanged as I replied, "You're absolutely right. It's simply my taste, even if it may seem strange." I turned my gaze towards Tala once again and continued, "After all, it is only I who can perceive the beauty within them." As far as I was concerned, I had no intentions of altering the customs of this world. They served to benefit me and aligned perfectly with my desires. Besides, apart from the conveniences reminiscent of my former life, why would I ever want to mould this place into another version of Earth?

Furthermore, it became apparent that my words had caught Tala off guard, as she stared at me with eyes wider than usual, her expression a mix of surprise and bewilderment. While I couldn't discern her exact thoughts at that moment, if she had anticipated me stumbling over my words or attempting to offer some convoluted explanation due to her presence, she was sorely mistaken.

"Although I still don't understand what particular kind of beauty captivates you, I surrender," Tala uttered, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation. With a final shake of her head, she averted her gaze, as if relinquishing the futile effort of trying to decipher my intricacies. "I give up trying to understand you."

As our conversation faded into silence, the atmosphere held a certain intrigue. Suddenly, the door swung open with a burst of energy, and the five women who had entered emerged, cradling a medium-sized wooden box brimming with vibrant flowers and exotic, colourful woods. As they distanced themselves, faint sounds caught my attention, prompting me to discreetly peek inside the hut. To my surprise, Ayla struggled to balance two of those boxes, one in each arm. Realizing the reason for her delay in exiting, I turned to Tala and spoke, "I'll be back soon." Without waiting for her response, I swiftly entered the hut, my eyes fixated on Ayla, who was on the verge of stooping down to retrieve the fallen wooden box. Seizing the moment, I reached out and deftly swept the box from the ground before her fingers could touch it.

Caught off guard, Ayla swiftly raised her head and locked eyes with me, straightening her posture in the process. With a sigh of relief, she uttered, "Thank you," once she recognized my presence. Brushing off her gratitude with a warm smile, I inquired, "So, where would you like me to place this?".

Ayla nodded in response, her expression conveying a sense of direction. "Follow me," she beckoned, taking the lead as I nodded in understanding. Stepping out of the hut, I closed the door behind me, meeting Tala's weary gaze. She shook her head, weariness etched across her face, evidently aware of my actions. However, I paid no heed to her reaction, maintaining my focus on Ayla, who led us back to the third hut—the very same one she had guided me into the day before. I presumed it to be the home of the village chief,