Like before, Charlie sat awkwardly on the wooden bench. Ourupadia sat next to him, which was probably the only comfort he had at that moment. Huntresses stared at him intensely, studying his every movement. It was like they expected something off him. Charlie went to stand and try to excuse himself from the situation, but Ourupadia immediately dragged him back down into the seat.

For a few seconds, Ourupadia tried to explain to him something in her native tongue. But when she quickly realised that he couldn’t understand her, she started to try to use her hand movements to get her message across to him. The five other huntresses that sat across the table laughed and joked at Ourupadia’s attempts to communicate with Charlie.

Shooting a glare over to her friends, Ourupadia quickly quieted them. Charlie even chuckled a little as he saw the native woman’s face go a bright red for what he guessed to be a mix of both anger and embarrassment. Turning around, she gave Charlie a small hit on the head. She was about to start reprimanding Charlie in her native tongue, but a tall figure approaching the table he was at caught her eye.

Raising a hand, Ourupadia called over to the Chieftess as she reached the table. Confused, turning around she looked to Ourupadia. The Chieftess’s fierce eyes locked onto Charlie. Even without needing to turn, he could feel the woman’s eyes cutting into his back. Swiftly she walked over to Charlie.

Grabbing his arm, she turned him to face her. She was about to start reprimanding him for changing seats, but much to the luck of Charlie, Ourupadia seemingly quickly explained his situation. The Chieftess’s glare then turned to the group of wolf women who had already moved onto another victim. After muttering a few reluctant words of thanks to Ourupadia, the Chieftess grabbed Charlie’s arm.

Dragging him from his seat, she walked him back to the original table. A still very tiered Charlie gave a thankful nod to Ourupadia before allowing the Chieftess to take him. Sitting down at the table, he allowed the Chieftess to wrap an arm around his waist as she sat herself down next to him. For a while, he awkwardly sat in her grip as the Chieftess glared over at the group of wolf girls.

Placing a hand onto her shoulder, the Chieftess looked down to Charlie. Sighing, she calmed herself. It was only a few hours ago that the sun had even risen, so it was far too early to be fighting or disciplining the women of the tribe. Patting Charlie, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Blushing, Charlie shuffled a little away from the Chieftess.

Using her arm around his waist, she tugged him back to her side. Saying something in her native tongue, she pointed to a wooden bowl of meat and a wooden cup of… of God no, it was the alcohol again. Charlie felt himself flinch as he assumed she was trying to get him drunk again.

Looking down to the wooden cup, Charlie felt a shiver run down his spine. Well, I say a shiver but it was a hand of the Chiefess running down his back. Pushing the cup towards him, Charlie felt as if today was about to become a repeat of the day before. Seeing he wasn’t raising his hands from his lap, the Chiefess grabbed his neck. Turning him to look at her, she eyed him for a few seconds before making her move.

Sighing, she could see the glint of fear in his young eyes. Letting him go, she pushed the bowl of meat to him. Taking his drink, she flicked her head back and downed the drink. Gesturing to one of the wolf women, she had her approached. After a few seconds of talking, she passed the empty cup to the woman. Taking the empty cup the woman quickly hurried off. Left alone again with Charlie, the Chiefess started insisting for him to eat the meat.

Not budging from his defensive state, he allowed the Chiefess to take a piece of meat from the bowl. Gracefully she ate the meat, proving to him it wasn’t poisoned or drugged. Hungrily, Charlie took one of the juicy pieces of meat from the bowl. Smiling, the Chiefess watched as he devoured the meat in the bowl. Soon the meat was gone, and just as soon the Chiefess already ordered another of their tribeswomen to deliver them another bowl of meat.

Before Charlie had a chance to realise what was happening, a small group of native wolf women quickly adorned the table with plates and cups of different foods and liquids. Many of the tribe watched out of curiosity as the Chiefess fed both herself and Charlie different drinks and foods from the table. Cheerfully the Chiefess made small comments and jokes in her native language as she fed him another piece of large tropical fruit, freshly picked from the small, topical area that sat next to their village.

Several groups of wolf women, including the original ones to attack Charlie now eyes him curiously. All of whom looked on with hunger as they wanted a piece of the male. The wide smile of the Chiefess and her joyful Chiefess drew an even more curious eye. Usually, she would be found on her long bench that sat over her tribe, staring down at them with her fierce eyes. Amazing, such a usually noble and bloodthirsty woman now sat along with the common tribe’s people, let alone with an outsider male by her side.

Small groups of women volunteered to continue to serve the two foods, all doing so to simply get a closer look at the couple. The huntresses seemed to take notice as they all glared curiously over to their table. Eventually, Charlie and the Chiefess had their fill of the meals. Waving a hand, the Chiefess allowed the tribeswomen to indulge in the meat and fruit as she picked Charlie up into her arms.

Cuddling the already exhausted Charlie in her arms, the Chiefess started to happily hope through the village. Allowing him to be comfy, she strutted through the village. Through the arms of the Chiefess, Charlie could make out a rough, remembrance route. Last night was a bit of a blur, but he did remember this route. Soon his suspicions were confirmed as after a few more minutes of walking, they entered out of the village.

A large, tropical jungle sat boarded on the desert terrain. Moving through the sand, she entered the jungle. Not long after they entered the jungle, they soon emerged out into an opening. Smiling, Charlie saw the shining clear water of the lake. He remembered this place from the night before, where he had met the huntress woman.

Carefully, the Chiefess sat Charlie down under a large tree next to the water. Strutting over to the water’s edge, she started to disrobe. Taking off her grass top, she flung it to the ground. Then her skirt quickly followed, then her headdress. Once the grass ornaments and sacred headdress were safely secured along the water's edge, she dipped her toes into the water. Like when they had awoken, seeing the Chiefess without her paints almost made her look even nuder to Charlie.

Getting into the water, she allowed herself to shiver a little while before he body go used to the water. Dipping herself until she was shoulders deep, the Chiefess allowed her body to adapt to the temperature of the water. Finally, she pushed her long black hair and head down into the water. For a while, she stayed under. Then a little while longer, then a little while longer. Charlie figured in his grass seat.

Five minutes passed.

Still, she stayed under. Jumping to his feet, Charlie’s body moved on its own as he sprinted to the side of the water. Looking down, arms burst from the water and wrapped around his head. Crashing from the water, the Chiefess beamed a wide, sadistic smile at Charlie as he stumbled back. Laugh and cackles ensued from the Chiefess as she yelled and cheered words in her native tongue that he could only assume were mocking gestures.

Storming back over to the tree, Charlie sat under the shade of the branches. For a little too long, the Chiefess laughed and giggled before returning to her bath. Out of a natural curtesy, Charlie turned away to avoid looking at her full nudity as she bathed herself in the water. First, she washed her hair, then… She stopped cleaning and turned to look at Charlie, his face still blushed from her prank. A wide smile spread over her face as she saw an opportunity.

Charlie turned to look at the Chiefess as she yelled to him. Seeing her breasts hanging over the side of the bank, he turned away again, acting as if he didn’t hear her. She yelled for a while longer, getting more and more annoyed as she raised her voice to get his attention. Eventually, her cries stopped as a wide grin came over her face.

Looking back to the water, Charlie could hear the protests of the Chiefess had stopped. Looking closer, he worried for a few seconds as he could see her. But almost immediately he sat back down, knowing she was probably trying to set a trap for him again. Smirking he sat back against the tree, not planning to fall for her tricks again. Several leaves fell from onto Charlie’s lap. Picking up the leaves, he looked up.

The very second he looked up, a figure dropped from the branches above and onto him. Pinning him against the ground, he soon recognised the cruel giggle of the Chiefess as she ran her hands over his back. Flipping him over, she grabbed the corners of his shirt. Clumsily she unbuttoned his shirt. Once the buttons were undone, she ripped his shirt from his chest. Seeing his exposed chest, the Chiefess smirked and moved to his trousers.

Now Charlie started to resist, but the Chiefess was far stronger and managed to take his belt off him. From her movements, he guessed she had learnt to undo his belt from watching him the other night. Grabbing his trousers, she yanked them down. Not having the burden of the belt, she then managed to get his pants off far quicker.

Using her teeth, she bit on his pants as her hands removed his socks. With practised skill, she managed to remove both pieces of clothing. Finally, his smokes and shoes were removed. Now nude, the Chiefess grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the lake. At first, he attempted to struggle, but soon he found it was useless as he was dragged into the water by the Chiefess.

His joints stiffened as the water surrounded him. The cold kept him still for a while, much to the amusement of the Chiefess as she turned her back to him. Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she reviled her back to Charlie. Reaching around, she went to grab his hands to instruct him on what to do. When she turned, she turned to look at the shivering Charlie. Sighing, she turned around again. Reassuringly, she placed a hand onto his head. Lovingly, she dragged him into her arms.

Without resistance, Charlie sank into her arms. The warmth of her body overtook him as he allowed her to nuzzle him against her chest. Staring down at him, she racked her mind for the correct outsider words. Smiling, she found her words.

“Adorable, you cute,” she said as she ruffled his hair.

For a few seconds, the Chiefess looked down at Charlie with a frown. Lifting his head, she saw his eyes shut and a small bit of saliva coming from his mouth. Poor creature, it was far too early in the morning for him. Placing a kiss onto the top of his head, the Chiefess made a mental note to try and give him some extra time to sleep in the next day. Looking up to the sky, the sun had only just about to move above the tree tops. Holding Charlie against her chest, the Chiefess pondered what time he would usually wake up.

After a couple of minutes, the Chiefess placed Charlie against the bank of the lake. Dipping herself under water, she remerged and began to use the water to clean her face. Her hands then moved to her shoulders, then down to her arms. Annoyed, she looked back to the sleeping Charlie. Tomorrow she would make sure he stayed awake so that he could clean her. Once she washed her legs, butt and back, she turned again to look at Charlie.

Staring at him, she remarked in her native tongue of how tall he had grown since they had last met. Only after she was washed, did the entirety of her attention fall onto him. Gliding through the water, she moved to his side. Her warmth engulfed him again as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Lovingly, she placed a few kisses onto the side of his head before she carefully rubbed the cool a water onto his skin. Taking extra care to make sure she didn’t wake him.

Widening his mouth, Charlie yawned loudly. Neglectful of failing to keep him asleep, the Chiefess decided it was best to act as if she meant to wake him to save her own pride. Picking him up in her arms, she cradled him like a child. Wearily, Charlie looked up to the wide grin of the Chiefess. Lifting her arms up, she let Charlie drop into the water. Angrily yelling and spluttering he burst out the water.

“Bastard!” He yelled as he dove at the Chiefess. She quickly dodged him, her manic laughs of victory only spurred on his attack.

Through the tree line, several women carrying large wooden bowls of white and red paints entered out into the opening. Smiling, the women cringed as they struggled to contain their laughter at seeing their fierce and noble leader having a battle of splashes with the small merchant boy. Out the corner of her eye, she noticed the woman. Stopping her attack, she grabbed Charlie around the neck.

Tucking him under her arm, she dragged him over to the bank of the river. Leaping out the water, she barked some orders to the women as she placed Charlie down next to his clothes. The women though burst out in laugher as they saw the bright blush on the face of the Chiefess at being caught playing with Charlie. Their enjoyment only increased as they noticed the blushing Charlie trying to pull on his clothes.

The women eventually placed the bowls of paint before quickly hopping off to spread their stories to the tribe.

Yanking his pants and trousers on, Charlie didn’t dare try to protest the fact he was still drenched from being freshly pulled from the lake. In his side vision, he saw the Chiefess quickly shaking off the water like a dog before moving over to the paints. After pulling on his clothes, he looked over to see the Chiefess covering her body in the white paint the women had brought. Once the paint smothered her skin, she then applied the red stripes and patterns before finally dressing herself in her usual attire.

Now the two were dressed, the Chiefess wasted no time in grabbing him by the arm. Now he was secured in her grasp, she started to storm back to the village.