S1 Week 1 EP 26
Murmurs radiated from the crowd. Before I could process the sounds, the women surrounding me pulled me to my feet. They led me around the fire and through the line of drummers.
The chieftain plopped down on a log, his back pressed against the bark of a tree, and his feet rested on a flat rock.
A spark of firelight danced over his wrinkled skin, making him look like a living spirit. The light created eerie shadows that played tricks on my mind.
The women backed away, and I found myself standing before the shaman, like a sacrifice awaiting to be slaughtered on the block.
Dumbstruck, I stared at the elder’s massive figure. His eyes, almond-shaped, met mine, and a connection formed like clanmates who knew each other’s deepest, darkest secrets. Then he closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
A faint voice whispered in my ear, ‘Drink, my child. Drink it all.’
My heart beat wildly in my chest, and my legs trembled.
Once again, I knelt before Tharn, straddling the rock. And when my knees hit the hard stone, my body moved without me telling it what to do. Palms on the man’s inner thighs, I bent forward.
*‘Drink.’* A deeper voice echoed in my head. *‘Drink, drink, drink.’*
Mouth open, I waited to see what would happen next.
*If he whips his wrinkly cock out, I’m out of here.*
The chieftain held up another bowl, this one much smaller. He took a sip and then offered me a drink.
My lips touched the rim of the container.
A warm liquid trickled over my tongue, and I drank greedily for a second or two before he moved the bowl.
When I finished, I fell to my haunches and then to my back. Warmth filled my belly and then spread outward to my fingertips and toes.
*What the fuck did I just do? Did I drink?*
The tribe’s voices mingled together like the wind in the trees. The men’s chanting and the women’s singing echoed in the jungle. Each beat of the drums pulled me deeper into a primal state of awareness.
Tharn sat motionless, staring into the night.
‘Rise, child.’ A voice spoke to me in a soothing tone.
When I stood, a woman led me around the fire and back to my seat. But this time, the entire clan circled the bonfire, not just the men.
*‘Feed.’*
*‘Drink.’*
*‘Share.’*
The words echoed in my head, and before I could process the thought, a young girl, no older than eight or nine, knelt at my feet. A woman next to me rose, then her hands kneaded breasts, first one and then the other.
A letdown made my nipples tingle, and soon, milk dripped from my teats.
Warm milk squirted from my teat. Each movement of the woman’s hands, kneading and milking my breasts with her fingers didn’t hurt like I thought it would. Instead, I felt waves of relief coursing through my body and heightening my senses.
*Oh, my God. What the hell are they doing to me?*
The woman filled a small bowl with my breast milk, and the girl before me sipped from the container. When she rose, another female took her place.
This continued for a while as each person in line took a turn. They drank my extracted milk from the bowl.
I wanted to scream, “Stop,” but my voice wouldn’t work. Instead, I sat there, allowing them to sip what the woman had taken from me, what I had to give.
*Oh, God, this shit can’t be real.*
Once the last person rose and walked off, Garak knelt before me. His warm breath hit my bare breast, causing the nipple to pucker.
Closing my eyes, I waited for the inevitable, for him to sip my milk from the bowl like the others as if it were an offering.
When his mouth wrapped around my right nipple, I almost cried at the thought of what he was doing to me.
*Shit, he’s sucking me like a dairy cow in front of everyone.*
I cringed at the thought, but then a wave of pleasure washed over me, blanketing my mind. His hands, big and strong, kneaded my breast, pulling a stream of milk from my engorged nipple. His mouth sucked, and when the teat ran dry, he released it, only to latch onto the other side.
His mouth sealed tight around my nipple, he drank greedily, and his hands massaged my breasts like a well-oiled machine.
A heat spread across my chest and then my belly. My sex ached with need, and I found my body rocking to the rhythm of the drums, each beat, a movement that created friction between my legs.
His tongue flicked, creating a tickling sensation, and my sex clenched. Desire filled my being, and before I could stop myself, I found my nipples pulling away from his mouth.
*Oh, God, I’m going to cum.*
My body trembled, and a wave of pleasure poured over me, like a wave crashing on the beach, pulling sand and seaweed with it. My sex spasmed, clenching as if in need of a release.
Garak’s mouth clasped onto my nipple, and the tide of lust rolled over me again, sending me into a world of pleasure. My sex throbbed again, and a gush of warm fluid trickled down my inner thighs.
He pulled away and stood, leaving me and then the fire.
A chant echoed in the clearing, and the tribe danced around me. Voices melded into one, and their chants were a hypnotic lullaby that lulled me into a dream-like state.
*Fuck will he take me in front of everyone again?*
The thought both frightened and excited me in equal parts.