Chapter 167: Veronica Knows Better

Veronica’s fingers clenched over her smooth, hairless pussy, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and curiosity. "You could understand us... from the beginning?" Her eyes locked onto mine, searching for the truth.

Fuck. I had to lie—had to keep the upper hand. "No," I said, my voice steady despite the way my cock throbbed at the sight of her trembling fingers failing to cover herself. "I couldn’t understand you before. It was only after I used my ancestral ability to heal you that I could comprehend your words. I didn’t want misunderstandings to cause trouble."

Sabina’s eyes were still glued to them, her breath coming faster, her own body betraying her fascination. Her voice was rough, almost a growl. "What are you hiding them for? Show it." Without warning, she lunged forward, her calloused hands gripping Veronica’s and Mary’s wrists and yanking their hands away from their bodies.

Veronica and Mary let out sharp gasps as their pussies and tits were exposed once more, their blush deepening as they stood there, completely bare, under the hungry gazes of the tribe. "Hmm..." Sabina hummed, her eyes raking over their smooth, hairless slits, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Look at all of you, blushing like virgins."

Ravina stepped forward, her own massive tits heaving as she spoke, her voice thick with lust. "You girls should feel lucky. Our Dexter is a god—he can make his cock hard for even us dirty women. But looking at your pussies..."

She reached out, her fingers hovering just inches from Veronica’s slick folds, "They look so... clean. Must feel good. If you can serve our Dexter well, you might just earn the honor of bearing his children... expanding our tribe."

Veronica and Mary’s wide, confused eyes darted to me, their silent plea for translation written all over their flushed faces. My cock pulsed painfully against the rough fabric of my skirt as I forced the words out, my voice rough with restraint. "She’s saying... You will learn to serve me well... from her."

I leaned into Ravina, my lips grazing the curve of her ear as I whispered, "Aunt Ravina... I want to feel your pussy. And you can teach them how to satisfy my cock..." My breath was hot against her skin, and I felt her shiver in response. She didn’t need to say a word—her sharp nod told me everything.

Without hesitation, Ravina reached for Veronica and Mary, her fingers wrapping around their wrists as she pulled them forward. Their hands, still trembling from shame, were yanked away from their bodies as Ravina guided them toward the hut.

I followed behind, my gaze locked on the hypnotic sway of their asses—three sets of hips moving in rhythm, the flesh jiggling with every step. Veronica’s smooth, pale skin contrasted with Ravina’s sun-kissed curves, and Mary’s shy, hesitant strides only made the sight more intoxicating.

By the time we stepped inside, my cock was throbbing, aching for release. The hut was already prepared—a flat stone had been dragged in and covered with thick furs, forming a makeshift bed. Ravina didn’t waste a second. She pushed me down onto the furs, her hands rough as she yanked my skirt aside, exposing my cock in one swift motion.

Veronica and Mary gasped.

My cock stood fully erect, the skin peeled back to reveal the thick, veined cock in all its glory. Veronica’s eyes widened, her scientific mind clearly struggling to process what she was seeing.

"How is this possible?"

she breathed, her voice a mix of awe and confusion. She stepped closer, her gaze fixed on my cock as if it were some kind of biological anomaly.

"This looks... surgical. How is your cock like that?"

Mary, too, looked stunned, though her eyes kept flicking away—only to land on Ravina’s ass instead of my cock. Fuck. She’s into women, isn’t she? The realization sent a fresh surge of arousal through me.

I played dumb, shrugging as if this were nothing. "What are you talking about?"

Veronica, ever the biologist, pressed on. "Your cock... the skin. Was it always like this?"

"I don’t remember," I lied smoothly. "But mine has always been different from other men’s."

Veronica opened her mouth to ask more, but the words died on her lips. Mary, meanwhile, had given up all pretense of subtlety. Her eyes were glued to Ravina’s ass, her breath coming faster. Yeah, she’s definitely a lesbian.

Mary seemed to snap out of her daze and turned to Veronica. "Sister, why don’t you show—" She cut herself off, glancing at me before asking, "We forgot to ask your name..."

"Dexter," I said, my voice dripping with authority. "I am the leader of this tribe."

Their minds were clearly racing with questions—Why are there only women here? Why don’t they wear clothes? Why are you wearing that leaf skirt?

Ravina cut them off. Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. "I don’t know what you’re saying... but learn carefully."

Ravina’s fingers trailed down the curve of her hips, her touch deliberate, possessive. Then, slowly, she slid her hand between her own thighs, her fingers disappearing beneath the folds of her skirt. The message was unmistakable—this was their lesson now. Veronica and Mary watched, their breaths shallow, their bodies rigid with a mix of fear, curiosity, and something darker, something hungrier. The air in the hut thickened, the scent of arousal—musky, sweet, and intoxicating—filling every breath.

I leaned back against the furs, my cock twitching, the tip already glistening with anticipation. This was my moment. My claim.

Mary’s voice cut through the tension, soft but firm. "Dexter... my sister can do better."

Veronica’s blush deepened, her fingers twisting together before she squared her shoulders and met my gaze. "I am willing to serve you... My life is yours. So is this body." Her voice was steady, but the tremor in her hands betrayed her nerves.

I glanced at Ravina, who was clearly confused, her brow furrowed as she tried to decipher their foreign words. I smirked, my voice dripping with amusement. "Aunt Ravina... Veronica is saying she knows better than you... How to satisfy my cock."

Ravina’s eyes flashed with irritation; her pride stung. "How can you know better than us, woman?" She scoffed, stepping back but not conceding defeat. "Here, I will see what you can do... But if you can’t satisfy Dexter’s cock, you will be punished." Her voice was sharp, her gaze locked on Veronica as she moved aside, clearing the way.

Veronica didn’t understand the words, but she understood the challenge in Ravina’s stance—the way she stepped aside, arms crossed, eyes burning with skepticism. It was all the invitation she needed.

She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing as she took a slow, deliberate step forward. The firelight danced across her smooth, hairless skin, casting shadows that accentuated every curve—the way her nipples tightened into hard peaks under my gaze, the way her thighs pressed together, as if she could hide the dampness already glistening between them. But she couldn’t.

She sank to her knees before me, her breath hitching as her eyes locked onto my cock. It stood thick and veined, the skin peeled back to reveal the raw, almost unnatural perfection of it.

Veronica’s fingers trembled as she reached out, her touch so light it was almost hesitant. She traced the length of my cock, her lips parting as if she were memorizing every ridge, every vein.

"I will prove myself to you, Dexter,"

she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

"And to your tribe."