Chapter 187: Surrendering To Ravina

Wendy’s face burned with humiliation as she realized what had happened. She didn’t dare look up, her body trembling as she felt the warm trickle of her own fluids mixing with my cum. "N-No..." Her voice was a broken whisper, her fingers clawing at the ground as she tried to cover herself.

"What’s the dripping...?" one of the women murmured, her eyes locked on the thick, white streams of my cum leaking from Wendy’s pussy. "Is that Dexter’s seed...?"

They watched, mesmerized, as my cum continued to drip from Wendy’s womb, pooling on the ground beneath her.

Ravina’s hand cracked across Wendy’s ass with a sharp SMACK, her voice sharp with disdain. "You don’t want to be pregnant?"* She sneered, her fingers digging into Wendy’s flesh. "You’re letting all that precious seed get wasted like this?"

Wendy yelped, her body jolting as she clenched her pussy with her hand, her face burning with shame. "Hmm—Aaaah—!" Her legs trembled violently as I lowered her to the ground, her body too weak to stand.

I turned to Aunt Kerry, my voice firm but gentle. "Aunt Kerry... please take Aunt Wendy to rest." My gaze flicked to Wendy’s exhausted, trembling form. "She can’t stand up. She’s tired."

Kerry nodded, her expression softening as she moved to Wendy’s side, her arms slipping beneath her to lift her gently. "Come, Wendy..." Her voice was soothing, her touch careful as she helped Wendy away from the prying eyes of the tribe.

Ruth stood in front of me, her body trembling with jealousy, her eyes locked on Wendy’s pussy—still dripping with my seed, still glistening with the proof of our breeding. Her fingers were clenched into fists, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps, her chest heaving with a mix of desire and betrayal.

"Dexter..." Her voice was a trembling whisper, her gaze flickering to me, her eyes burning with raw emotion. "That seed..." Her voice cracked, her fingers twitching at her sides, her body tense with longing. "It was supposed to be inside me."

Before I could respond, Ravina stepped forward, her boots crunching on the dirt as she moved between me and the women of the tribe. Her smirk was dark, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she swept her gaze over them.

"You saw it, didn’t you?"

Her voice was a velvet taunt, her spear tapping against her palm.

"Dexter..."

She turned to me, her gaze lingering on my still-hard cock, glistening with Wendy’s arousal and my cum.

"Can breed..."

Her voice dropped to a purr, her smirk deepening.

"And even make a dirty woman pregnant..."

She turned back to the women, her voice sharp and commanding.

"If you surrender to me..."

Her fingers trailed along the shaft of her spear, her eyes sweeping over them.

"I will let Dexter make you pregnant."

A heavy silence fell over the tribe. The women shifted uncomfortably, their gazes flickering between their bound men and me, their bodies trembling with a mix of fear and need.

Then, one of the women—a widow, her husband dead in the last raid, her body still fertile—stepped forward, her voice trembling but firm. "We are willing..." Her gaze locked onto Ravina, her chin lifting in defiance.

"If it means a child..." Her voice cracked, her fingers clenching at her sides. "We surrender."

Another widow followed, then another, their voices a chorus of desperate hope. "We surrender."

The other women hesitated, their eyes darting to their sons and husbands, tied to the trees, their faces twisted in helpless rage. Their bodies trembled with conflict, their pussies dripping with arousal, their minds torn between loyalty and desire.

Ruth’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she stepped forward, her fingers digging into my arm. "No!" Her voice was sharp, her eyes burning with defiance.

"Absolutely not..." She pulled me behind her, her body shielding me from the women’s hungry gazes. "It will never happen!"

Ravina’s smirk never wavered. She turned to Ruth, her voice a dark chuckle. "Oh, Ruth..." Her fingers tapped against her spear, her gaze lingering on me.

"You think you can stop this?" Her voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You think anyone can?"

Ruth’s breath came in sharp gasps, her body trembling as she glared at Ravina. "I know Dexter," she snarled, her voice raw with emotion. "And he won’t let you use him like this!"

Ravina’s smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Do you now?" Her voice was a dark purr, her gaze flicking to me. "Because from where I’m standing..." Her fingers trailed along the shaft of her spear, her eyes sweeping over the women, their bodies trembling with need. "It looks like Dexter is exactly where he needs to be."

Ruth’s face burned with fury. "You bitch!" Her voice was a snarl, her fingers clenching into fists. "You’re using him! You’re using all of us!"

Ravina’s laughter was dark, her voice a velvet taunt. "And what if I am?" Her gaze locked onto Ruth, her smirk never wavering.

"Would you rather your men die? Would you rather your tribe starve?" She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Or would you rather survive?"

Ruth’s breath trembled, her body tense with conflict. "There has to be another way!" Her voice was a desperate plea, her eyes burning with defiance.

Ravina’s smirk never faded. "There isn’t." Her voice was cold, her gaze unyielding. "Not anymore."

The women who had surrendered stepped forward, their bodies trembling with a mix of shame and desire. Their eyes were locked onto me, their pussies dripping with arousal, their minds already imagining what it would feel like—to be bred, to be claimed, to be owned.

The others hesitated, their gazes flickering between their bound men and me, their bodies torn between loyalty and need.

Ruth turned to me, her eyes burning with jealousy and fear. "Dexter..." Her voice was a broken whisper, her fingers clutching at my shirt. "I can’t lose you..." Her breath hitched, her body pressing against mine. "Not like this."

I pulled her closer, my lips brushing against her ear, my voice a dark purr. "You won’t." My fingers trailed down her back, my touch possessive. "But right now..." My gaze flicked to the women, their eyes locked onto me, their bodies trembling with anticipation. "We have no other choice."

Ruth’s breath trembled, her body tense with conflict. She knew what was coming. She knew what I had to do.

And she hated it.

But she also knew—

This was the only way.