Charlie was slumped over the back of the Chieftess. Her strong hands kept his thighs locked against her. Every now and then she would glance over her shoulder to check if he was alright. She understood the outsiders were pale, but she could swear he looked as if he was one of the undead. Still though, the site of such a deafness young man pressed against her was defiantly posing a challenge to her self-discipline.

Examining him closely, she noticed what looked to be a small bit of skin peeling of the palm of his hand. No, it wasn’t skin, it looked more like a cloth than anything. Reaching back, she went to tug at the material that hung from his hand. Without warning, Charlie slapped her hand away. The Chieftess was a little taken back by the sudden movement. Looking at his eyes she could see a stern look of anger directed at her.

For the time being it was probably best to just leave him alone, or at least until she had gotten him into her hut. She walked for a little while longer with Charlie strapped to her back, eventually though she reached the village where she was greeted by the two warriors who were with Ourupadia and had come to tell her the location of the outsider she was looking for. The two women gave their nods of congratulation to the Chieftess as she manoeuvred Charlie from on her back to in her arms.

The Chieftess returned the gesture as she continued to carry Charlie through the village. As Charlie lay curled in the arms of the Chieftess, he tried his best to avoid her large breasts from smothering him. The Chieftess seemed to notice this as she moved his head slightly from underneath her breasts to give him a bit more breathing room. She closed her eyes slightly as she gave him her best, “I'm sorry” look.

For the time being this quelled his anger. But Charlie still made a mental note to try and avoid this kind of situation in the future. Note to self don't drink too much around this vixen of a woman. He barely held himself back from saying this to her but the combined factors that she didn't understand his language, and that he didn't think those a polite way he could tell her too never again force him to drink alcohol or he would feel the urge to slap her, all made a compelling argument that it was best to simply stay quiet.

Charlie felt himself blush heavily as they moved through haughty crowds of tribal women. Each grabbed and groped at any part of him that wasn't covered by the arms and body of the Chieftess. Only the growls and sneers from the Chieftess was enough to frighten off any would-be attackers. Soon they reached the bottom of the towering temple he had seen on the way into the village. Glancing over to the side he could see the merchants are mercenaries all happily drinking and some even having the bravery or stupidity to try and court some of the native women.

Grabbing his stomach, a feeling of dread was coming over him. He scanned around, all seemed fine. There was no immediate threat to his life. Maybe it was just his nerves getting the best of him; or more likely it was his mind just now processing the several near-death experiences he’d had that day. Yeah, that was it, he was only now understanding all that had happened today. Another shiver of fear ran down his spine. Looking up, he saw the eyes and drooling mouth of the Chieftess.

Oh shit, which wasn’t a good sight.

“S…Sorry Mrs,” Charlie stuttered in a futile attempt to calm the warrior.

“I’m really sorry about all the trouble I must have cau -” Charlie was cut off by the lips of the Chieftess wrapping around his. She held the kiss for a few seconds, before moving their lisp apart. He looked to the left, looked to the Head merchant and the small crowd that were now watching them. He then looked to the Chieftess.

“What the fu-” He was cut off again as she hugged him into her breasts.

“Oh no, looks like he is going to be broken on the first night,” A veteran merchant of this trading rout said.

“Wait a minute,” Charlie tried to plead as the Chieftess started to move up the temple steps.

“Just make sure you don’t resist, then she might go easy on you!” another merchant yelled.

“Wait, Wait, wait, what the fuck do you mean?!?” Charlie yelled in protest to the merchants. They only laughed as their heard his screams. The Bastards.

Energetically, the Chieftess leapt up the stairs of the temple. Within only a few minutes they were onto the middle platform of the three-platform temple. Charlie sat in her arms terrified as they reached the top of the temple, and his gaze fell onto a large stone altar. The alter was stained with brown, dried blood. The strong sense of iron hung in the air, as did another musky scent.

About 200 paces or so away from the altar was a large cloth tent. Looking closer at the structure, Charlie realised it was less of a tent and more of a miniature house as he could see some brick walls and wooden posts underneath the cloth. You could guess that the cloth was most likely draped over the building to give it some kind of decoration.

He didn't have time to admire the paintings and stories woven into the fine cloth, as the Chieftess hurried him inside.

Charlie started to twiddle his thumbs. His eyes were locked downwards not daring to look up from the ground. He sat alone on a large, circular fur bed. The Chieftess had left the room and gone to a side room to collect something, or at least that is what he assumed. He eyed the curtain that hung over the exit to the Hut. The idea of trying to escape was very tempting.

Quietly, the Chieftess appeared from the backroom that she had entered. Immediately her eyes were drawn to Charlie as he sat fidgeting on the edge of her bed. Was it the smell of blood putting him off? That would explain it considering this was the bed where she slept with the sacrifices before they offered them to the gods. Maybe, somehow, he could sense this was the room where many men and women had their last moment of pleasure before they met the knife.

Pushing whatever reason, she was thinking of for Charlie being nervous aside, she started to silently prowl towards him. Moving down onto all fours like a lioness stalking her prey, the Chieftess slowly crept onto the bed. Her eyes were locked onto the back of Charlie’s head as she approached him. Licking her lips, she salivated at the thought of having such a defenceless outsider bend to her whim.

Seeing an opening, she struck. Grabbing his shoulders, she threw him back onto the bed. Without hesitation she wasted no time in sweeping her legs around onto him until her thighs straddled his legs. Moving forward she used her animal-like strength to pin his arms down onto the bed. Moving her legs up so that she straddled his midsection, she started to forcefully lick and kiss at the boy’s neck.

Charlie panted and squealed under the grip of the warrior. The Chieftess ’s hands slowly slid up his body, out across his arms and up to his hands. Her fingers locked with his as she grinded her hips against his genital area. She threw herself upwards as she started to grind faster, still keeping her hands locked with his. Her heart started to race as she looked down at the defenceless Charlie as he tried in vain to get from underneath her grasp.

His eyes widened as he could feel the sweat from her hand starting to peel away the patch on the palm of his hand. The Chieftess seemed to notice the peeling skin as she wasted no time in ripping it off. As if time had stopped, her hips stop moving as she stared at the marking on his hand. Looking into Charlie’s eyes she studied them carefully. Such a familiar scent, such gentle and innocent eyes, Such a familiar scent of fear.

Before she thought it was only her nerves getting the best of her, as there were times before where she had made this mistake. But this feeling was all too familiar. This feeling of... She didn't really know the right word to say for this kind of feeling, but her heart pounded as her stomach started to tingle. Was this the mating sense that her mother had talked so much about? The sense of meeting with the person she had marked to be her partner.

With great intrigue she interrogated the marking on Charlie’s hand. The marking of a wolf with its mouth a-gape, a marking she had given to the man she decided to have as her mating partner so many years ago. The name Charlie rang in her ears as she came to the realisation that her prayers had been answered, the realisation of who this boy was. He was hers. But did he remember that? Did he remember her?

Shoving down Charlie’s arms, she moved her face closer to his. The bright emerald colour of his eyes was untainted by any other colour. Maybe it was a war paint? After all, when they were younger, he hadn't seen her in it. Yeah, that could have been it. The Chieftess ground against him as she tightened her thighs around his waist. Juices slowly trickled out from her sex. Signalling to her that her body was going into heat.

She wouldn't be able to keep herself contained for much longer as her mating instincts were about to takeover. Lovingly she kissed his lips before slowly grinding her body against his. Moving down his length she tracked his legs so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Deciding this wasn't a good position she pushed him back a little further. Forcefully she lay him down and spread his legs. Only now did Charlie realise that the Chieftess had stripped herself of any form of clothing.

With great talent and practise, the Chieftess ’s hands slowly stripped away Charlie’s belt. Once the useless piece of leather was out of the way, she had no resistance in pulling down his trousers. Grunting, the Chieftess was unhappy to find that she was confronted by another piece of useless outsider cloth. Grabbing onto his pants she had much less patience with this stubborn piece of cloth as she ripped the fabric from his body.

Charlie didn’t dare resist as he watched the Chieftess rip off his clothes and grab his penis. Adrenaline coursed through him as he went to try and stop the vicious woman from stealing his virginity. But he was greeted by a violent growl and a bite on his shaft from the determined Chieftess. She gave him a few more bites on his manhood to display some kind of dominance before allowing the shaft down into her throat.

Suckling away on his sex, the Chieftess mentally remarked how it definitely wasn't the biggest she had ever seen, but the thought of it being that of her ‘chosen one’ had a placebo effect into believing it tasted so much better. She admired how it had a softness to it that she had found many men of the tribe and other merchants didn't possess. Realising she was going too fast and that he would probably be finished before she even got a chance to have her own fun, she popped her lips from his member.

Charlie panted and groaned with ecstasy as the Chieftess expertly moved her mouth along his shaft. Moving to his tip, she pulled down the skin before placing her soft lips onto his member. Her eyes widened as she tasted the juices of his cock. Delicious and tasteful she thought. While, her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, she moved her mouth to his balls. Charlie shuddered as he felt his sack enveloped into the mouth of the woman.

Once his balls were relaxed and soaked in her saliva, the Chieftess shot up. Staring down at the drenched cock of Charlie, she admired her handiwork as she slowly crawled onto his chest. Placing her hands on his chest she shimmied her hips above his cockhead. Teasing him to full hardness. Using one of her hands she slowly slid the shaft in between her pussy lips, careful to make sure he didn't fully slide into her.

Tears started to roll down the cheeks of Charlie as the torture of having his virgin cock head teased in such a way was starting to drive him insane. Seeing the pleading eyes of her beloved, the Chieftess lowered herself fully onto his member. Gripping the bed sheets, Charlie tried to endure the feeling of having the Chieftess ’s sex walls wrapped around his cock. Seeing he was in no state to resist, the Chieftess began to violently ride him.

Time vanished to the Chieftess as she savoured every second of his thickness inside her. Sneering, she could feel Charlie’s legs spasm as he came between her legs. The Chieftess moaned out of annoyance. She had guessed that it was probably his first time, but wow, she didn’t expect him to give in so easily. She went to try and bring him to hardness again, but seeing his eyes slowly shut as all energy had been squeezed from his body, the Chieftess decided it was best leave him for tonight.

Swooping him up into her arms, the Chieftess placed him into the bed. After a few moments of calming herself through masturbation, she eventually climbed into bed next to him. Sighing, she wrapped her arms around him. Brining him closer, she forced his head between her breasts as she drifted to sleep. Thankful of what the gods had given her.