“Umm, urr, thank you?” Charlie said awkwardly as a native woman poured some wine into his cup, her head lowered to him out of respect. Nodding to her in thanks, Charlie caught her eyes only for a moment, making her blush and scurry away and over to her friends. They all giggled like children as they looked back in his direction.

Noticing he was distracted, the Chiefess slapped his back. Jumping, he turned and looked at her. Seeing that she now had his attention, she wanted to make she that she wouldn’t lose it again for tonight. Wrapping both her tail and arm around him, she forced Charlie to cuddle against her side.

“Cute,” she muttered as she placed a soft kiss onto the top of his head.

She had done this more times than she could count now, yet still it brought her such a thrill to know that he belonged to her in all senses of the word. Noticing him looking to the side. She saw the blush on his face as he saw some of the topless native dancers. Well maybe she didn’t have him in every sense of the word just yet…

Nolkonoe chuckled slightly to herself as she approached the table at which Charlie and the Chiefess were sitting. Despite being surrounded by young, scantily clad, incredibly attractive native women finding them with giant feathers and offering food as well as drink to them, the Chiefess still expected Charlie to have his entire focus fixed on her.

From her table, she looked to the other three clan leaders and their daughters. Despite the partying, the four clan leaders had their attention fixed onto Charlie.

“So should we make a move?” Phukomeia questioned her mother.

“No, not yet. Ases will go first, she still needs to talk to the Chiefess to smooth over any grievances. But the moment she has done that, take some Vultures and go on stage. Dance for him, get his attention, then make sure he stays focused on you and the Chiefess,” Nolkonoe explained.

After the events of that day, Charlie had a status that could no longer be ignored. Many clans here were willing to kill for him. After all, the idea of having the human hero of their tribe mating the daughter and leader of the clan would most certainly bring that clan fame and glory.

“What do we do until then?” Phukomeia asked, staring at some of the Huntress and warriors eyeing up Charlie.

“Make sure the tribe don’t get to rowdy. There are many that would most likely want to try and meet Charlie. Is he is a… desired person now after all. Just make sure if anyone gets too drunk, they don’t try to claim him and get into a fight with the Chiefess,” Nolkonoe finished as she continued to eat some meat and lock her eyes onto Charlie.

“I want to help,” Ourupadia said from behind the two Vultures. She often came to sit with them along side some of her friends as Klipesia and her posse weren’t entirely welcoming to them. Phukomeia looked to her mother, then back to Ourupadia.

“I don’t see a problem in that. Just keep a distance from the Chiefess, I am sure she still wants to skin you after what you pulled the other night,” as Nolkonoe warned her of this Ourupadia smiled. She knew that she had made Charlie aroused the other night, and that thought alone made her happy. A few Vultures moved down the bench next to Nolkonoe to make room for Ourupadia.

“It will be a long night,” Phukomeia said as she watched Ases get from her seat, her daughter Xasuyle just behind her. Together the two walked over to the Chiefess.

“I said stay still! I’m trying to smother you in love and praise!” the Chiefess barked in her native tongue as Charlie nibbled on her arm out of protest of being tightly bound in her tail.

“Your majesty?” Ases asked as she stared the battling couple. Stopping her struggle, the Chiefess turned and looked to the two. Strightening her back, she locked eyes with Ases.

“Can I help you; I am currently busy rewarding my pet for the amazing gift he has bestowed m- us, yes us,” the Chiefess said, looking at Charlie from the corner of her eyes.

“I understand, he must be reward, may I ask how he shall be?” Ases said, staring at Charlie as he struggled, then she looked to the wide grin on the face of the swooning Chiefess.

“I will place him more in a position of power. He shall be on the level of a clan leader, maybe even on the same level as Nolkonoe,” the Chiefess expelled in serious tone, despite having her tail so tightly bound around Charlie as he struggled.

“I was even thinking of giving him some of our newly required land as thanks for helping us found a new country. And after he helps us write our document of independence, I will reward him further. Like a good pet…” the Chiefess whispered the last part of the sentence as she stared at Charlie, licking her lips as she drooled slightly.

“Great… but may we now have a private talk? I wish to inform you on my decision of whether or not to make our tribe independent,” As Ases said this, the Chiefess lessened her grip on Charlie. This was topic she dreaded, and now it was time to face it. Sitting Charlie onto the chair, she ruffled his hair before standing up.

“Wait, or I bite,” the Chiefess said, looking proudly upon her male.

The words made her tingle. The idea that the hero of the tribe was her male overjoyed her. Following Ases, the Chiefess walked out of sight of Charlie. Within only seconds of her being gone, he was swarmed by excited, giggling native women. Blushing, Charlie stared down as the thirty or more women ran their hands through his hair as they tried to catch his attention through grabbing at his shirt or trousers.

Several Vultures quickly dispersed the women. Ourupadia, Phukomeia, and a sneaky Felkouyope took their places around him in a defensive triangle. Nolkonoe moved to the side to move what warriors remained of the crowd away. Nolkonoe and some of her vultures stood around the area, guard the three women that now began to tease Charlie.

“You were so adorable today,” Phukomeia began as she placed a soft kiss onto the cheek of Charlie. Blushing, he nodded.

“Tha… Thank you very much. I just hope everything I have done will help,” he said, nervously blushing more as he felt Phukomeia’s tail wrap around his waist ash she moved her body against him. Her body didn’t touch him, but he could defiantly feel the heat from her. A gentle hand took his. Looking to his other side, he saw the kind smile of Ourupadia.

“Morning,” she said, placing a soft kiss onto his other cheek. It was a greeting, not a correct greeting, but he admired the effort to learn his language. Even if what she had learnt wasn’t that good and was the entirely wrong time of day to say so. Smiling, he gave a nod to her. Happy at her praise, she may have been able to hide her excitement visually, but her tail still wagged wildly behind her.

Seeing the attention Ourupadia was getting, Phukomeia bit Charlie’s shoulder. Turning, he almost headbutted Phukomeia as she growled at him.

“This party may be in your honour, but it still doesn’t mean you can do what ever you want!” Phukomeia said, but before she could continue, her tail was pulled away as Klipesia and an annoyed looking Felkouyope dove onto him.

Not far from them, the Chiefess watched from the doorway of a hut. She glared upon the women but knew what was to happen now was far more important. Turning from the doorway, she looked to Ases and her daughter.

“Lets start the talks,” the Chiefess said, walking into the room and taking a seat on a chair made of furs and pillows. Ases and her daughter took similar seats across the small wooden table from the Chiefess.

“Let’s make this clear, the only reason I am willing to sit and talk with you is because of Charlie. He is a good boy, and I would hate to have to kill him. The idea breaks my heart, after all, he is like a second son to me. Well, first now considering you have killed my first,” Ases stated. The Chiefess lowered her head.

“Your son was a willing sacrifice, but still, I regret allowing the tribe to treat him as an outsider for loving a woman of another tribe. I wish I could have acted sooner and discovered the tricks of the Region Lord. Of I knew, he would still be alive,” Ases only stared as the Chiefess spoke.

“Again, you are a warrior queen, not a leader. Without Charlie, you have only strength, but no intelligence,” Ases said as her eyes met with hers.

“I plan to have him place a litter of pups into me at some point. They shall have the intelligence of him, and my strength,” the Chiefess said proudly as she thought of having many pups, she planned to have Charlie pump into her.

“Well, I think that brings me to my first point. My clan will stay a part of the tribe on several conditions. You take my daughter as a Sarati, and when ever you plan to breed Charlie, he shall breed my daughter as well,” Ases said, smirking as she saw the mixed look of anger and shock come across the face of the Chiefess.

The Chiefess’s eyes locked onto Xasuyle. Was she really willing to become a Sarati? She expected something like this from Nolkonoe and Phukomeia, but that was because she had a close relationship with the two. The huntress and warriors might offer their daughters to her as Saratis, if they thought it could value them, but the idea of the Forgers doing this baffled her.

“You vixen!” a voice came from the doorway. Turning, the Chiefess saw Nolkonoe, Pycleia and Felkouyope standing in the doorway. Each glared at Ases.

“We have spoken to our heirs, and each has willingly offered themselves as Sarati,” Pycleia said as she stared down at Ases.

“We all agreed to offer them to you at the same time,” Cluupyte said, storming over to Ases and towering over her and her daughter.

“Really? I mean, are you really willing to do this?” the Chiefess asked, knowing how big this commitment was for a clan leader and clan heir to make.

Grabbing her top, Xasuyle ripped it off, revealing her breasts to the Chiefess.

“I am more than willing to become a Sarati,” Xasuyle said proudly as she presented her cleavage to the Chiefess. Shocked, but not allowing herself to show it, the Chiefess nodded and reached over the table. Grabbing Xasuyle’s throat, she dragged her closer.

“Are you really willing to dedicate your body and loyalty to me?” the Chiefess asked, her eyes examining Xasuyle’s body. She wanted to be as rough as possible to push the envelope of what Ases was willing to do to have a chance at having Xasuyle be a Sarati, as well as getting a chance to breed Charlie.

“Each clan leader will offer me a Sarati, and as of tomorrow they shall be offered to me,” the Chiefess said, letting go of Xasuyle as she stood up. Locking eyes with Ases, she grinned.

“I agree to your proposal, and that goes for all of you,” the Chiefess declared, grabbing Xasuyle’s arm and dragging her out the hut. Rushing through the tribe, the Chiefess moved to the stage. Xasuyle by her side, she ushered the dancers off the stage.

Seeing what was happening, Nolkonoe grabbed a spear and offered it to the Chiefess. Taking the spear, she held it proudly above her head. The drums and tribe fell silent as all focus was fixed onto her.

“Tonight, my people, myself and the four clan leaders have made a decision. Each heir of the clans shall be offered as a Sarati,” Pointing a spear down to Charlie, the Chiefess gave a wicked grin.

“And to honour the beginning of a war against the Region Lord, our hero, Charlie, shall be offered as a Sarati! A true sacrifice!” the Chiefess roared as the Four clan leaders grabbed Charlie and hoisted him into the air, the tribe chanting ‘Sarati’ and ‘sacrifice’ as they did so.