Village Head's Debauchery



Once we stepped inside, I couldn't ignore the growing hardness of my member as it pressed against my tulga, eagerly responding to the enticing sight of Ayla's swaying partially exposed ass cheeks before me. While the memory of thrusting my throbbing penis inside her yesterday lingered, a tantalizing thought crossed my mind—how would it feel to penetrate both her holes simultaneously, as she squirts out from one?

Nevertheless, I pushed those thoughts to the recesses of my mind as we veered towards a door on the left this time. The narrow corridor we traversed, though devoid of the ornate paintings from yesterday, possessed its own distinctive charm. It boasted rows upon rows of vibrant flowers that added a splash of colour and fragrance to the surroundings. As we ventured further along, the scent of scented roses grew increasingly potent, filling the air and delighting my senses.

We finally reached the end of the corridor, where a large door awaited us. With a swift push, Ayla opened it, gracefully stepping inside. I followed suit, entering the room filled with anticipation. As my eyes adjusted to the surroundings, they landed upon a massive wooden structure resembling a luxurious bathtub. Yet, it was more than that—it resembled an indoor pool, with the other wooden boxes neatly stacked in a corner.

Ayla proceeded to pour the flowers from her box into the pool, one by one, creating a breathtaking display of colours and scents. When it was finally my turn, she took the wooden box away from my hands and expressed her gratitude with a warm "Thank you for the help." I responded with a nod and a reassuring smile, assuring her, "Don't worry about it." Her face lit up with a radiant smile, acknowledging my words before she released the flowers from the box, letting them carefully cascade into the pool.

As for the exotic woods, I watched as she carried them over to a magnificent fireplace situated within the room. With a swift motion, she tossed them into the hearth, and then leaned down to retrieve hand-sized ashen rocks resting nearby. She brought the rocks together, creating a sudden and unexpected collision that generated a dazzling burst of sparks. To my astonishment, the sparks transformed into ethereal wisps of flame, hovering momentarily in the air before gracefully descending upon the wooden logs, igniting them in a brilliant blaze. Witnessing this unique method of fire-starting for the first time in this world, I couldn't help but marvel at the mesmerizing display, particularly the magical ignition of the flames suspended in mid-air before finding their destination on the wood.

And soon, as Ayla finished arranging the fireplace, ensuring everything was in its rightful place, she ignited the flames, the wood catching fire with a crackling intensity. The scent of the flowers mingled with the wisps of smoke, creating a mist-like aura that gracefully wound its way through my senses, not suffocating but rather enhancing my breathing experience. It was in this ethereal ambience that I finally comprehended the purpose of the decorations. Within the mist, I observed Ayla making her way to the pool, gracefully bending down to intertwine her hands in the water, as if seeking to blend the essence of the flowers with the liquid.

"Thank you for your assistance, Orion," Ayla expressed, turning her head towards me with narrowed eyes, as if trying to pierce through the mist. While unsure if she could truly see me within the haze, I responded nonetheless, "Alright, I'll see you later." My voice reverberated across the room, but instead of turning to leave, I silently approached Ayla from behind and stood by her side, hidden within the mist.

Looking at her exposed backside, with her tulga pushed up to her waist, stirred a surge of desire within me, causing my member to rise and twitch eagerly. Without hesitation, I leaned down and raised my tulga, gently sliding my penis into the warm embrace of her cheeks. Ayla flinched, her body tensing, and a surprised "Yelp" escaped her lips at the unexpected touch. Reacting swiftly, I wrapped my hands around her waist, preventing her from accidentally submerging herself in the pool.

"Sorry for startling you," I whispered softly, my breath brushing against the back of her ear as she gradually regained her composure. "I thought you had already left," Ayla responded with a weary sigh, turning her head to the side and squinting her eyes in my direction.

Since she was already in a crouched position, on all fours, when my sudden approach startled her. Our bodies unexpectedly pressed together, with my waist firmly against her fleshy behind. Making a deliberate effort, I smoothly guided my scorching member upwards, my burning penis anticipation growing, as I slipped between the softness of her protruding butt cheeks, carefully skirting past the butt hole. Emerging on the other side, I responded with a serious tone, saying, "Ayla, I want to penetrate you again."

Ayla shot back with a quick response, her voice laced with intrigue, "But wasn't that girl, Tala, drinking your semen when I arrived? How can you possibly be hard again so suddenly?" As confusion etched across her face, her brows furrowed, she turned her head to the side, perhaps aware of the lingering presence of her throbbing member, nestled provocatively between her ass cheeks, teasingly gliding past the butthole. "Also," she continued, "shouldn't you hurry and ask her to help you again? Because it wouldn't be wise to release your semen in my vagina." With those words lingering in the air, she returned her focus to gently stirring the water with her arms.

Knowing that I needed to assert myself further after hearing her statement, I responded swiftly, "I never mentioned wanting to release in your vagina. All I want is to play with your butt hole until my penis softens." With that, I deftly slid my hands between her ass cheeks, allowing my fingers to encircle her butt hole.

I could sense a momentary shiver running through Ayla's body as she rose to her feet, instinctively distancing her curvaceous half exposed ass from my hardened penis. She spun around to face me, her expression a mixture of puzzlement and intrigue. "My butthole," she echoed, as if attempting to grasp the meaning of my previous statement, "You want to use my butthole instead of my vagina." Without pausing for long, I nodded resolutely and uttered a simple yet affirmative response, "Yes."