Chapter 29: S1 Week 1 EP 29

A roar echoed in the cave, and I awoke to the sound of voices. But before I could move, Garak stood, and a shadow figure entered the cave—a woman.

“Mother Queen,” she said, and the others who stood behind her chanted, “Mother Queen.”

*Oh, God, what now?*

The woman knelt before Garak, head bowed. “Mother Queen must drink,” she said, offering him a wooden bowl filled with some liquid.

He took the bowl and then plopped down beside me.

She stood, and then the tribe left.

“What’s going on?” I sat up.

“You must drink.” Garak handed me the bowl, and then he took me in his arms.

“Why?” My eyes narrowed, and I gazed at him with suspicion. “What’s in it?”

If guessing, it was something to make my ass hallucinate again.

“Open up.” He lifted the bowl to my lips. “You must drink. Your body needs fluids.”

“Fine.”

He poured the liquid into my mouth like wine.

“Drink it all,” He said, and a brown sludge filled my mouth.

“Gah.” I gagged, and then I swallowed the thick fluid. “It tastes like ass.”

When I finished, I handed him the bowl, and he placed it in a nook carved into the wall.

“Mother Queen.” A grin spread his lips. “It’s time for me to feast once again.”

“Feast?” I tilted my head, but before I could say another word, he knelt before me, and to my surprise, he spread my legs.

Warm breath hit my sex, and I wanted to close my legs. But before I could, his tongue flicked at my honey hole. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through my core, and my body trembled.

“No, no.” I shook my head. “You’ve already made me sore.”

“Then let me kiss it. Make it feel better.” Garak’s mouth latched onto my sex, and he sucked, his tongue dancing over my clit, making me squirm. And then he pulled away, licking me from my sex to my ass.

*Oh, my God, he's gonna eat me like a pie.*

And that’s exactly what he did, sinking his mouth deeper into my essence as if he were savoring the sweetest of desserts.

I gasped, feeling every flick, every curl of his tongue, igniting a fire deep within me.

My body responded to him instinctively, arching up and pressing against his face, desperate for more.

“Please,” I whimpered, the word escaping my lips like an offering. I was at the edge of sanity, teetering on the brink of overwhelming pleasure that felt both foreign and thrilling.

Garak chuckled softly against my skin, the vibrations sending another rush of electricity coursing through me.

“You are a feast for the senses, mate,” he murmured before diving back in, his mouth engulfing me completely.

The heat of his mouth contrasted against the cool air in the cave, creating a delicious tension that coiled in my core.

With each lap and gentle bite, he coaxed moans from me, a primal symphony harmonizing with the echoes of our surroundings.

My fingers tangled in his hair as I pushed against him, urging him on—more, always more. I felt wild and unrestrained; my inhibitions melted away like ice under the sun.

But then Garak paused. He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire meeting mine.

“You are not ready yet,” he said, an edge of tease in his voice that made my heart race. “The tribe must witness your transformation.”

I shivered at his words, a thrill running through me despite the anxiety pooling in my stomach.

“What do you mean?” I managed to ask, though part of me already knew where this was headed.

Fuck, they had already seen him pound my pussy. What more did they need to see?

He leaned closer again, pressing his lips to mine in a fervent kiss that tasted like sweet hunger—a promise of what was to come.

“They will see you as one of us,” he whispered against my mouth. “As Mother Queen.”

Before I could protest or fully process what that meant for me, Garak hoisted me up effortlessly, cradling me against him as if I weighed nothing at all.

My heart raced as he carried me out of our cave sanctuary and into the waiting arms—both literally and metaphorically—of the tribe.

The clearing outside was illuminated by the first light of dawn filtering through the jungle canopy overhead. The vibrant colors painted across their bodies glistened with dew drops like jewels scattered across a lavish tapestry. They bounced on their heels in anticipation, chanting rhythmic phrases that filled the air with an intoxicating energy.

“Mother Queen!” they called out again and again until it echoed all around us.

A pulse quickened within me—a mix of fear and exhilaration surging through my veins.

“Fear not, my mate,” he whispered in my ear. “We will stay only as long as needed.”

As Garak set me down gently at the center of this sacred space among them, their chants reached a fever pitch. I stood there naked and exposed before them all—every eye glued to my body as they drank in my form with reverence mixed with primal lust.

My cheeks flushed under their scrutiny; I felt both vulnerable and powerful.

The tribal leader stepped forward—tall and imposing with intricate carvings on his chest that spoke of valor and strength.

He held out his hands towards me as they began to dance around us—a fluid motion that swayed like leaves in the wind.

“The Mother Queen must open her heart,” he intoned, his voice deep and resonant, thrumming in my chest like the tribal drums that accompanied the ritual. “She must give to her people, share her essence, and unite us as one.”

“What the actual fuck?” I thought, panic clawing at my insides.

*Shit. I’m gonna die. I’m the sacrifice.*

My heart raced as their eyes pierced through me, a collective gaze that felt both unyielding and inviting. It was surreal—like being caught between a rock and a hard place, tethered to this primal energy that surged around me.

“Fear not, mate.” Garak stepped closer, an anchor in this whirlwind of chaos. “No harm will come to you. Not while I breathe air into my lungs.”

Heat radiated off his body. His presence was reassuring, but it only heightened the tension crackling in the air.

I wanted to scream or run, but instead, I heard myself whispering under my breath, “Okay… Okay…” like a mantra affirming my surrender.