Free Web NovelChapter 18: Step 18 to Greatness: Plow The Soil At The Right Time (Soft R-18)
"Strip," the Tribe Mother ordered as she began removing her own fur skirt without hesitation. "The blood on your body must be washed properly."
The Tribe Mother had said those words intended for Adrian. But instead of him and Sera, everyone was undressing. Within seconds, five voluptuous bodies were in front of him.
Normally it wouldn’t have been an issue since it was nighttime, but the moon was exceptionally bright, ensuring Adrian saw their large breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs as they stepped into the stream.
Fuck. This is too much for me.
Adrian’s face turned redder than the blood on his body. For someone who had died a virgin, this sight was akin to a beautiful dream, and if he didn’t know better, he’d think the women were intentionally putting on a performance.
[What are you waiting for? Get in, boy!]
Will you shut up for a moment!?
[Boy, pass the controller if you ain’t gonna play.]
Adrian heard an unfamiliar ancestor’s voice before it was replaced by the familiar voice of the Playboy ancestor.
[People usually curse their ancestors, but here, your ancestors are busy cursing you.]
[You better start acting like you actually have big balls before someone up here curses you with small balls in the next world.]
What the hell? You can do that!?
[We have been doing strange things till now, haven’t we?]
While Adrian argued back and forth with the Playboy ancestor, Sera was in a dilemma of her own. She didn’t understand their language, and when they gestured her to follow, she did so thinking it was something to do with work.
Now that she realized what the women wanted, she just stood on the edge of the stream, clutching the hem of her skirt, stealing glances at Adrian.
It would have been fine if there were only women. But how could she let a man see her naked self? Even if he was her ’master’, there were limits to her subservience.
Besides, he hadn’t ordered her to bathe and seemed a bit dazed. She wanted to get out of there before Adrian actually told her to get in.
"I... I have to light the fire pit back at camp!" Sera blurted, her cheeks bright red. "Someone needs to keep it going, right? I’ll... I’ll go do that!"
practically fled back toward the longhouse before anyone could argue. Not like anyone could, since they didn’t understand what she was on about.
Adrian snapped back to the present as Sera fled. He watched her go, feeling a tinge of betrayal. After all, she was the only other modern person there who could understand him, only for her to betray him.
Thanks to Sera’s escape, now all eyes were on him. It made him curse his indecisiveness. If he had stripped before, at least the women wouldn’t be gawking at him.
No point thinking about it now.
He sighed and slowly removed his own clothes with his back turned towards the women. Not like that accomplished anything since his jewels and little soldier were too big to hide that way.
The cold night air hit his skin, but it did nothing to calm the growing reaction between his legs. After seeing the women jump around in the water, his body had also betrayed him.
The women saw it and turned around, not paying anymore attention to his risen member. Instead, they began scrubbing the dirt and blood off their own bodies.
But that changed as soon as Adrian entered the stream. He had barely taken three steps but was already surrounded by the women. Before he could ask what was happening, the Tribe Mother splashed some water on his body.
"Male, you fought well," she said, with a hint of approval. "Let us clean the blood you spilled to protect the tribe."
It was a ritual. Whenever a warrior returned from a battle, the women or men would bathe them. It was said that by doing so, they could thank the warrior while also borrow some of their courage.
Mika had always been in Adrian’s position, since she was the only warrior of the tribe before him. Hence, she didn’t think it was odd what they were doing, but for Adrian, just the thought was torture.
"It’s fine, really," he said, raising his arms to stop them. "I can wash myself—"
The women ignored his weak protest and closed in. Within seconds, their warm and callused palms were sliding across his chest, shoulders, and back as they wiped the dried blood off him.
But that wasn’t the issue. Their closeness and gigantic height meant they were essentially pushing their breasts on him from all angles.
No matter where he turned, two nipples stared back at him. At one point, his face was buried in someone’s cleavage, and he didn’t even know whose it was.
The sensation of multiple naked amazonian women pressing close made his heart hammer, and all that blood rushed to one profound place.
Soon his mini-me was standing at full attention, twitching every time a breast brushed against his arm or a thigh grazed his leg. He tried to angle his hips away so no one could see, but where could he hide when the women were all around him?
As Tribe Mother’s hand was while the remnants of blood from his abs, her fingers touched the burning tip of his member. She paused, staring openly at his erect member standing proud in the moonlight. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face.
"Good," she murmured to herself.
Now that their job was done, every woman stepped back. Amika did too, only for Tribe Mother to shove her back. freewёbnoνel.com
"Amika, you will wash the male properly. The rest of us will finish and return first."
At her words, Amika’s eyes widened slightly, but she nodded obediently. The other women exchanged glances and smirks.
They quickly finished rinsing themselves and began heading back toward camp, leaving Adrian and Amika alone by the stream.
As soon as they were gone, Amika stepped closer. At 29 earth years, she was the youngest in the tribe, yet had a body any man on Earth would lust after.
Adrian gulped as his eyes fell on her wide hips made for bearing children, full breasts, and long dark hair clinging to her skin. As the promised partner chosen for him by the tribe, she showed no reluctance around him anymore.
After all, Adrian had proved his worth to all of them, and Amika went from being hesitant to be his partner to thanking her ancestors for the chance.
With Adrian as her mate, she would lead an easy life. Hence, she wanted to please him. That way, he wouldn’t abandon her for someone else from the tribe.
With renewed determination, she dipped her hands into the water and began washing his chest again, this time more slowly. Her fingers traced the lines of his muscles as she went lower.
Adrian swallowed hard, his breathing ragged. His cock throbbed visibly between them. Amika saw it too and pressed it against her stomach.
The sudden closeness made Adrian draw a sharp breath as he clenched his jaw, trying to maintain some control, but his body had other ideas.
Amika’s gaze fell down once, then went back up to his face. Even though she was determined to please him, her inexperience made her shy, as a faint blush colored her cheeks.
Just as Adrian felt like he was about to lose his mind, she stepped away. Before he knew it, she was on the grassy bank, staring back at him.
He saw the water droplets slide down her full breasts and thick thighs under the moonlight, wondering what she was up to.
Amika hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered herself onto the ground. She moved into a plank position on her elbows and knees, then lowered her upper body, pressing her large breasts against the cool grass.
She closed her eyes before slowly spreading her legs apart, presenting herself to him. Her face burned with embarrassment as she looked back at him over her shoulder.
"M-Male..." she stammered. "Please... claim me."
