Chapter 166: Accepting Servants

I fixed Veronica and Mary with a predatory stare, my voice a low growl. "I can accept you as my people... but you will follow our rules." My words hung heavy, laced with unspoken dominance.

Veronica’s breath hitched, her chest rising as she exchanged a nervous glance with Mary. Their lips parted in unison, voices trembling with submission. "Thank you for accepting us... We will follow any rules you command." The way Veronica’s tongue darted out to wet her lower lip sent a jolt straight to my cock.

Ravina and Sabina stood nearby, their confusion evident as they caught only fragments of the foreign words. But my meaning was clear. Ravina sauntered closer, her hips swaying with deliberate seduction, her cleavage threatening to burst free from the flimsy leather binding her massive tits. "Dexter..." she purred, "are you accepting them into our Overlord Tribe?" Her voice was thick with curiosity—and something darker, something hungry.

I didn’t tear my gaze away from Veronica’s heaving chest as I nodded. "Yeah. They’re willing to obey. And we need to grow our kingdom—more bodies, more power." My eyes flicked to Sabina, whose arms were crossed beneath her own heavy breasts, her expression skeptical.

"But Dexter," Sabina snapped, "what if they’re here to deceive you? Look at them—those strange clothes, that pale skin... they don’t belong here. What if they’re spies?" Her voice was sharp, but I caught the way her eyes lingered on Veronica’s curves, the suspicion mixed with something far more primal.

A smirk curled my lips. "Don’t worry, Aunt Sabina. No one can harm me. And trust me—they won’t betray us." My confidence was absolute, my tone leaving no room for argument.

Sabina exhaled sharply, her suspicion still smoldering. "If you say so... but I’ll be watching them. Closely." Her gaze raked over Veronica and Mary like she was already undressing them with her eyes.

I turned back to the two women, my voice dropping to a command. "Follow her. This is Aunt Sabina, and that’s Aunt Ravina. They run everything in the tribe on my behalf. You will learn from them."

Veronica’s fingers twisted together, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... we don’t understand their words..."

I waved a dismissive hand. "It won’t be a problem."

Sabina didn’t hesitate. She lunged forward, her rough hands gripping Veronica’s wrist and yanking her toward the hut. Mary stumbled after them, her body tense, her breath coming in short, nervous gasps.

The hut flap swallowed them whole, and I exhaled slowly, my gaze drifting back to Ravina. Fuck. Her tits were practically spilling out of her top, the deep cleavage a tantalizing valley I ached to bury my face—and my cock—in. The way her nipples pressed against the leather, hard and begging for attention, made my mouth water.

I forced my eyes away, noticing the other women of the tribe working on the huts, their bodies glistening with sweat, their movements ripe with unspoken invitation. Ravina’s voice cut through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. "Dexter... when are we attacking the Kronos Tribe?"

"Soon," I muttered, my mind still half-lost in fantasies of ravaging her right there in the dirt.

Then—chaos. The hut flap burst open, and Sabina stumbled out, her face a mask of sheer, unadulterated shock. Behind her, Veronica and Mary stood frozen in the sunlight—completely, gloriously naked.

A collective gasp tore through the gathered women. Not just because they were bare—but because nothing—absolutely nothing—marred the perfection between their legs.

Veronica’s pussy was smooth as silk. Not a single hair, not even the faintest shadow of stubble. Her lips were plump, glistening with a faint sheen of arousal, the pink flesh swollen and exposed in all its vulnerable glory.

Mary was the same—her slit was bare, the folds of her cunt slick and hairless, her inner thighs just as smooth as a newborn’s. Even their armpits were pristine, not a single dark curl to disrupt the flawless expanse of their skin.

The women of the tribe froze. Some clapped their hands over their mouths, eyes wide with disbelief. Others leaned in, their breaths shallow, as if they were staring at something sacred—something they’d only heard whispers of in forbidden stories. A few even reached out instinctively, their fingers trembling like they wanted to touch, to confirm that yes, this was real.

Sabina’s hand flew to her chest, her voice a choked, disbelieving whisper. "Dexter... look at them! Grown women—no hair! Not a single strand on their pussies, not under their arms... it’s like they’ve never even been women!" Her eyes were glued to Veronica’s exposed slit, her own breath coming faster, her nipples hardening beneath her top.

Veronica and Mary stood there, their faces burning crimson with humiliation. Veronica’s hands flew to cover her pussy, her fingers pressing against the smooth, hairless mound—but it was useless. The dampness between her legs glistened in the sunlight, her slit peeking through her trembling fingers, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

Mary mirrored her, one hand cupping her bare cunt, the other arm crossed over her tits, her nipples still visible between her fingers, hard and begging for attention. Their attempts to hide only made it worse—their bodies were on full display, their shame only making them more irresistible.

The women of the tribe couldn’t look away. Some bit their lips, their own hands drifting between their legs, their fingers rubbing through the fabric of their skirts. Others whispered frantically, their voices a mix of awe and envy. "How is this possible?" one breathed. "It’s like they’re not even real..." another murmured, her eyes locked on the way Veronica’s fingers failed to cover the glistening wetness of her pussy.

Sabina’s voice was thick with disbelief, her own body betraying her fascination. "By the gods, Dexter... what are they? No woman grows like this—hairless like a girl, but with the body of a whore..." Her words were harsh, but her gaze was hungry, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she stared at Mary’s exposed slit.

I kept my face impassive, acting as if this were nothing. But inside, my cock was iron, straining against my leather, the tip already leaking at the sight—two perfect, hairless pussies, smooth and begging to be touched, right there in the open.

Mary’s voice was a trembling whisper, her body still trembling with shame. "I... I want to ask you something..."

I nodded, my gaze flicking between their exposed bodies, the way their nipples pebbled in the cool air, the way Veronica’s thighs quivered as she tried—and failed—to hide herself.

"That day... when we first found you... Why did you worship us? Why did you bow?"

I tore my eyes away from the glistening slit between Veronica’s legs and shrugged. "I thought you were gods. The light from above, the strange things you wore... my ancestors spoke of beings like you. But when I saw your dwelling, I realised I was wrong, but I still couldn’t explain your clothes and all those strange objects that I saw." My voice was rough, the words barely concealing the lust clawing at my throat.