Village Head's Debauchery
chapter-135

"PAH~~ PAHH~~"

While my eyes were unable to witness the village chieftess's presence, Ayla's mesmerizing breasts swaying and bouncing with every movement, enveloped and submerged my face, offering an intoxicating distraction. After several exhilarating minutes of unrelenting penetration, I finally sensed the telltale throbbing of my manhood, a forceful indication that release was imminent. The way Ayla's tight walls clenched and pulsated against me assured me that she, too, was attuned to the impending climax that coursed through our intertwined bodies.

"Ah~~ Chieftess, he is-- Ahh~~" Her sentence remained unfinished as a sudden wave of surprise washed over me. I watched in astonishment as Ayla swiftly withdrew her dripping, soaked vagina from my throbbing member, a surge of strength propelling her actions. Internally, I cursed, a resounding 'Fuck!' echoing within my thoughts. I had momentarily been lost in the moment, caught off guard by her sudden move, causing me to fall back in confusion. Instinctively, my arms reflexively pulled back as my pulsating, twitching penis burst into a climax. "Fuck!" I involuntarily exclaimed aloud, the curse escaping my lips audibly this time, as I witnessed my semen shooting forth into the open air.

"Catch it!" The commanding voice of the village chieftess resonated in my ears, snapping me out of the hazy aftermath of an intense release. With surprise still lingering in my gaze, I witnessed two servants, who had been standing by her side, hastily extending their hands, forming makeshift cups with their palms. One of them even daringly leapt into the air, attempting to catch the remnants of my semen. Alas, they succeeded in capturing a small portion, while the remainder spilt onto the ground, lost to the whims of gravity.

In the aftermath, I gathered myself, silently observing as the two maids approached the village chieftess, still holding my essence in their hands. My eyes widened unintentionally when I locked gazes with the village chieftess. She was now seated on her mat, positioned to face our direction. Her expression remained devoid of emotion as she delicately massaged her own pussy. The two servants approached her, offering their cupped hands as a vessel, pouring my semen into her awaiting lips. In a mesmerizing display, the village chieftess parted her lips, allowing the stream to slide down her throat, before repeating the act with the other maid. My gulp mirrored the mixture of surprise and fascination that coursed through me, as I witnessed this intimate exchange unfold before my very eyes.

Although I had initially been displeased with Ayla's sudden actions, I must admit that now, looking at the intriguing turn of events, I found myself far from unhappy about the outcome of my semen..

"Are you okay?" Ayla's voice broke through my daze, snapping me back to the present. I turned my head towards her, taking in her half-naked form, and saw genuine concern in her eyes. Nodding in reassurance, I decided to rise, allowing my body to stretch and refresh itself after the brief respite. Once I finished, I met Ayla's gaze with a smile and replied, "I'm okay." Her face brightened, and she nodded back at me, a smile of her own gracing her features. Then, she shifted her attention towards the village chieftess, her body turning in that direction. "It appears that you are finished, Chieftess," she respectfully acknowledged. Seizing the opportunity, I also redirected my focus towards the village chieftess, observing as she sensually licked off the remnants of my thick, whitish semen. With a nod of agreement, she responded, "Yes, I am done," her attention now fully fixed on me. Her next words, laced with intrigue and a hint of desire, caught me off guard. "Although it was hard to believe at first, your semen tastes surprisingly sweet." Raising her eyebrows and sensually licking her lips, she continued, "So, what do you think about having kushi with me and allowing me to taste your semen once more?"

While the idea of penetrating both the village chieftess and her personal servant on the same day hadn't been on my agenda, I couldn't deny the allure of the proposition. With an open mind, I nodded in agreement, feigning a slow, tired exhale. "If the village chieftess wants to have kushi with me, I see no reason to decline her invitation."

The village chieftess and her servants wore expressions of utter astonishment as my words hung in the air. "You... you actually considered it," she exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief as she fixed her gaze upon me. Initially perplexed by her reaction, I paused to reflect on my response, only to be abruptly reminded of the customs and norms of this world, causing a surge of realization to crash into my consciousness once more.

'Maybe it's because I just climaxed a few minutes ago!' I chuckled internally, attributing my initial hesitation to the post-nut bliss. Nevertheless, I maintained my nod of affirmation, choosing not to alter my response. The village chieftess's eyes roamed over me, scrutinizing my form from head to toe, before a genuine chuckle escaped her lips, subsiding after a few seconds. "Alright," she declared, her face still adorned with a smile. With a graceful gesture, she extended her hand towards a clean spot beside her, deliberately distant from the chaotic aftermath of passion that Ayla and I had unleashed. Though the unmistakable scent of our debauchery hung heavily in the air, it was apparent that none of it bothered them. I took my place on the floor beside her, observing as she turned her head towards Ayla and issued a directive, "Now that the two of you are finished, it's time to clean up this mess you've created, Ayla."

Ayla swiftly nodded her head in acknowledgement and responded, "I will attend to it immediately, Chieftess," her voice filled with unwavering obedience. She turned on her heels, adjusted her attire, and gracefully exited the room, ensuring to close the door behind her. With her departure, I found myself alone in the company of the village chieftess, whose gaze seemed to intensify, growing increasingly intrigued by my presence.