The stars wheeled overhead as Maria led Sahari through the cooling night, the grass whispering under their bare feet. Sahari's heart pounded, her cheeks burning with shyness, but Maria's gentle giggle eased the tension. 'We can wait if you're not ready,' Maria said softly, squeezing her hand. Sahari shook her head firmly, her voice steady despite the flush. 'No. I want this. Want you both. Start courting... build to more.' Maria's emerald eyes sparkled, and she nodded, understanding blooming between them like a shared secret.
With a playful flourish, Maria swept back the tent flap. Inside, the fire crackled low, smoke curling lazily through the ceiling hole, casting flickering shadows on the hides and furs. Taniel sat cross-legged, his broad shoulders relaxed, stirring a thick paste in a clay bowl. He looked up, his dark eyes lighting with warmth, and rose to greet them. First, he pulled Maria into a deep hug, his lips claiming hers in a slow, lingering kiss—tongues sliding together, her body pressing flush against his. Then, turning to Sahari, he enveloped her in strong arms, his mouth brushing her cheek in a tender press that sent sparks down her spine. Both women smiled, the simple affections wrapping around them like the fire's glow, as they settled on the soft furs.
Taniel finished stirring the brew, holding up the earthy-scented paste. 'This absorbs through the skin,' he explained, his voice a deep rumble. 'Builds muscle in young women, wards off sickness, strengthens bodies for carrying children.' Sahari and Maria exchanged glances, smiles turning to shared giggles—anticipation tingling in their cores at the promise of vitality, of futures intertwined. Taniel's gaze heated. 'Undress. I'll work it in.'
Blushes crept over their skin, but they complied, shedding tunics and skirts until nude forms gleamed in the firelight. Maria's body was soft yet toned from daily labors—pale skin flushing pink, freckles stark against the warmth, her firm C-cup breasts rising with quick breaths, red curls framing her mound. Sahari stood tall and powerful, ebony skin smooth and taut over rippling muscles, white tribal tattoos swirling like rivers across her arms, thighs, and hips, accentuating her full breasts and the curve of her ass, her mound was bushy from her simple and natural way of life but no less beautiful in Taniels eyes as he gazed upon their forms. They admired each other openly—Maria tracing Sahari's strength with her eyes, Sahari drinking in Maria's fiery delicacy—before lying prone on the furs, stomachs down, asses presented.
Taniel's cock twitched and hardened in his loincloth at the sight of his future mares, but he focused, scooping paste onto his palms. He started with Sahari, large hands pressing into her back, kneading deep into the knots from her escape and trials. She sighed, body melting under the pressure, coos escaping as tension unraveled. His thumbs dug along her spine, spreading the poultice in firm circles, the herbal warmth seeping in. Maria watched, smiling at Sahari's fluttering eyes, eager for her turn.
Finished with Sahari's upper body, Taniel shifted to Maria, his touch equally devoted—palms gliding over her shoulders, fingers working out the subtle aches from carving and lessons. She cooed, sighing into the furs, hints of arousal stirring as his musk filled the tent, thick and earthy like sun-warmed earth after rain. Both women inhaled deeply, pussies beginning to slick with need, the caring strokes igniting fires low in their bellies.
Taniel returned to Sahari, hands descending to her ass—kneading the firm globes, thumbs teasing the puckered ring of her anus, circling the tight hole to coat it thoroughly, the paste's tingle drawing a gasp. His fingers danced along her thighs, calves, then feet, pressing into arches and between toes, but not before brushing the edges of her pussy lips, smearing the mixture over her mound and folds. Sahari moaned, squirming as her clit throbbed, juices gathering.
He mirrored the treatment on Maria—squeezing her softer cheeks, fingertips probing her anal ring just enough to spread the paste inside the rim, then trailing to her thighs and calves. When he reached her pussy, he parted her lips slightly, rubbing the poultice into the sensitive flesh, her hips bucking involuntarily. She dripped now, arousal soaking the furs, and Sahari mirrored her—both horny, bodies aching for more, squirming under his expert touch.
Taniel chuckled low, the sound vibrating through them. 'On your backs.' He flipped them gently, revealing flushed faces and panting breaths. Starting with stomachs, he massaged in slow spirals, then thighs and calves, coating the tops of their feet. His hands ventured to their mounds, fingers slipping through slick folds to ensure absorption, thumbs grazing clits. But when he reached their breasts—cupping the heavy weights, kneading the soft flesh, thumbs rolling nipples until they peaked hard—pleasure built swift and overwhelming.
Sahari arched first, a cry tearing from her throat as orgasm crashed, pussy clenching and squirting clear fluid onto the furs. Maria followed seconds later, body shuddering, juices spraying in arcs from the pent-up tension. They panted, half-lidded eyes locked on him with raw desire, and Taniel grinned, waiting as the poultice fully absorbed, skin glowing faintly. He conveniently forgot to mention the aphrodisiac side effects of the poultice. But he wasn't about to tell them now that they were eager for more.
He began with Sahari's feet, lifting one to his mouth. Lips wrapped around her big toe, sucking gently, tongue laving the pad. She cooed, then moaned loud as he licked along the arch, nipping the heel, massaging the sole with his thumbs while mouthing each toe. Her pussy pulsed, untouched, building to a peak—orgasm ripping through her from the worship alone, thighs quaking as she panted, toes curling in his grasp.
Maria's turn came next. Taniel lavished her feet similarly—sucking toes into wet heat, tongue tracing insteps, teeth grazing sensitive skin. She fell victim swiftly, moaning as pleasure coiled tight, exploding in a gush from her pussy, body limp and trembling.
Not done, Taniel leaned in, capturing Sahari's lips in a deep kiss—tongue plunging into her mouth, exploring as his fingers delved between her thighs. Two digits thrust into her soaked pussy, curling to stroke her inner walls hitting her g spot expertly, his thumb circling her clit. She bucked, kissing back fiercely, until she squirted over his hand, fluids drenching his wrist. He pulled back, lowering his head to eat her out—tongue, elongated slightly by his werehorse spirit, delving deep into her channel, lapping her walls, flicking her clit with his lips in a flittering motion. Sahari wailed, another orgasm seizing her, face twisting in ahegao bliss: eyes crossed, tongue lolling, drool trickling as her heavy moan echoed around the tent. Her body going limp from the pleasure and back to back orgasms.
Maria jolted a bit as Taniel turned to her after licking his lips clean of Saharis juices. The red head gulping with a heavy blush and a smile saying she was too horny a nd eager to be worried about her mental state after this. She received the same pattern that left her boneless—deep kiss swallowing her moans as fingers pumped her pussy, stretching her until she squirted wildly. Then his tongue fucked into her, long and flexible, spearing her depths while lips sucked her clit. She came hard, ahegao overtaking her features, body convulsing in ecstasy as her toes splayed wide from the pleasure and his expert manipulation of her lower lips.
By the final rounds—another kiss-finger-eat cycle to each young woman—both lay spent on the furs, faces locked in exaggerated pleasure, pussies twitching from overstimulation, their hips bucking the air in echoing orgasmic pulses, their feet curling and arching from show orgasms, and their breasts heaving as they caught their breath. Taniel stripped his loincloth, revealing his thick, veined cock standing rigid, but he held back, honoring courtship's pace. Instead, he drew them close, nude body warm between them. Sahari's head nestled on one shoulder, Maria on the other, arms wrapping around their waists. They cuddled tight, skin to skin, breaths syncing as sleep claimed them—happy, bonded, the first threads of their herd weaving stronger under the tent's shelter.