I lay there on the fur pile, still catching my breath from the fight earlier, when Vannesa stepped closer.
Her name was Vennesa, I think she said.
She looked right at me and said it plain.
"I want to fuck you, Herald.
I want to be the first one to feel what it's like with you inside me."
I raised an eyebrow.
She kept talking fast.
"If I take you back to the main Bear Tribe camp, the higher-ups will lock you away.
The chief's wives, the shamans, all the important women—they'll fight each other to monopolize you.
They won't let anyone else near.
I don't want that.
I want you now, for myself."
I looked her over.
She had that kind of body that was soft and full at the same time—curvy hips, thick thighs, a fluffy round ass that pushed against her tight leather pants, and huge heavy breasts that strained the laces on her top.
Her dark hair fell loose around her shoulders.
She looked strong, but also very... inviting.
I stood up slowly.
I pulled my shirt over my head, then kicked off my boots and dropped my pants.
No point pretending.
My cock was already half-hard just from the way she was staring.
I walked toward her naked.
"If we're doing this," I said, "I'm the one fucking you.
Not the other way around."
She smiled, sharp and cocky.
"There's only one way to find out."
She pushed me back until my legs hit the low wooden table in the middle of the hut.
Before I could say anything else she shoved me down so I sat on the edge.
She climbed on top fast, straddling me, grinding her clothed pussy right against my bare cock.
She was already wet—I could feel the heat through her pants.
She yanked her top open.
Those big tits spilled out, soft and heavy, nipples dark and stiff.
She grabbed my hands and put them on her breasts.
"Squeeze them," she said.
"Hard."
I did.
She moaned loud, head tipping back.
I pinched her nipples and she jerked against me, rubbing herself faster on my shaft.
"Gods, you're thick," she breathed.
"I knew you would be."
She stood just long enough to peel her pants down.
No underwear.
Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips swollen and glistening.
She pushed me flat on my back across the table, then climbed over me again.
She lined me up and sank down slow at first.
We both groaned when the head popped inside.
She was tight—really tight.
She kept going down inch by inch, breathing hard through her nose.
"Fuck... you're stretching me so good," she panted.
"I can feel every vein."
When she bottomed out she sat there a second, rocking her hips in little circles.
Then she started riding me.
Hard.
The table creaked under us.
Her tits bounced wildly with each slam down.
I grabbed her ass cheeks and helped her move, pulling her onto me deeper.
She leaned forward, hands on my chest.
"You like that?
You like how wet I get for you?"
She clenched around me on purpose.
"I'm dripping all over your balls."
I flipped us suddenly.
She yelped when her back hit the table.
I hooked her legs over my shoulders and drove back in deep.
Mating press.
Her knees almost to her ears.
She couldn't move much now—I had her pinned.
"Oh gods—yes—like that—" she gasped every time I bottomed out.
"Fuck me stupid, Herald.
Ruin me."
I went harder.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the hut.
Her pussy squeezed me like a fist.
Sweat ran down her neck, between her tits.
She clawed at my back, leaving red lines.
"You're so deep... I can feel you in my stomach," she moaned.
"Don't stop—please don't stop—"
I felt her start to shake.
Her thighs trembled around me.
"I'm gonna come—fuck—I'm coming on your cock—"
She arched hard, crying out, pussy pulsing and gushing around me.
That set me off.
I slammed in one last time and emptied inside her, groaning low.
Pulse after pulse.
She whimpered every time she felt me spurt.
When it was over we stayed like that a minute, breathing rough.
She looked up at me, eyes glassy.
"You... you made me submit," she said quietly.
"I didn't think anyone could."
I pulled out slow.
She shivered when I did.
I felt different—stronger somehow.
Like power moved under my skin now.
Whatever the Herald thing was, it got stronger after we fucked.
Right then the door flap opened.
Chief Lila stepped inside.
She froze.
Eyes went from me, naked and still half-hard, to Vanessa spread on the table with my cum leaking out of her.
Lila's face went red, then pale.
"I... I am so sorry, Ragnar.
I was careless.
I should never have left you alone after what happened today.
That was my fault."
She looked ashamed.
"How can I make this right?
Tell me.
Anything."
I thought for a second, wiping sweat off my forehead.
"I know the best way," I said.
She waited.
"I want to open a shop here.
A place where women can come... pay money... and I fuck them.
If I'm going to be doing this anyway, I might as well make coin from it."
Lila blinked.
Then she nodded slowly.
"That... can be arranged.
We can give you a good hut near the market path.
Women will surely come knowing you are the herald.
Many already whisper about you."
She glanced at Vanessa, who was still catching her breath on the table.
"And her?
What we gonna do about the assassin"
"Just lock her in the prison and let her chill for a while." I replied evenly.
Lila gave a small smile.
"Then it's settled."
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A few days later the shop was ready to open.
A sturdy hut with a sign outside that just said "Herald's Relief" in simple carved letters.
Nothing fancy.
Sarah—took the responsibility to help me and work with me.
She volunteered to sit at the front as receptionist.
She kept a small ledger, took the coin, told the women when their turn was.
The line started small.
Then it grew.
Every day women came.
Some shy, some bold.
Some brought extra gifts—furs, jewelry, good food—instead of just coin.
And me?
I stayed busy.
Very busy.