Kaya had accepted her new life without her parents when the weather finally warmed up.Kaya had a glimmer of hope when the council managed to put together a feast, but that hope was fleeting.Her fragile heart broke once more when she saw the boy she thought she could love kissing her best friend.She was then confused and later enraged when she was informed that she would be going when the group left for the east.Now that it was spring, it was early enough to make it to the river before the weather changed again, but not too early to risk nighttime frost.Kaya Tasso was attempting to heal from her broken heart and let go of the loss of her parents; consequently, she plans to use this journey as a means of atonement for any wrongs she had committed.The council meeting was proceeding roughly as expected.The typical show and frustration were available.Soon, some of its members' individual objectives were made public.There was a crisis in the village, and some of the council members were co
Oscar: "That's great, Oscar; you shouldn't have walked that close to Rognvald's back."Sokonan Maja continued, "I have personally seen to all of the hunting parties," adding with wit.Five brand-new groups have been put together by me; the majority of them are young and inexperienced, but they rotate in every fifth day.Although they have all only achieved modest results, there is an old saying that "the sun will eventually shine on every dog's ass one day."When she finished speaking, Oscar and Rognvald were the focus of her attention.As everyone continued to smoke and think, the room became quieter.Rognvald kept his mouth shut for the time being despite his fury at the way he had been treated earlier.Sokonan was glaring back at Rognvald.The People will suffer as a result of everything.The following year, they will really feel this more.I've seen the food storage areas.Although they are not particularly impressive, they are not essential for this winter.As a result, I don't think the a
"Stay quiet."She quickly pulled the dress over her head, revealing her flawless breasts, undoing the ties that held it together.Indra showed him where to touch, pinch, and squeeze by taking his large hands in hers and placing them on her body.Poor Andy was lying on the ground, his back against the dirt floor's hay.The combination of horse manure and freshly cut hay from earlier in the day was not enough to calm the situation.Outside, a fire's flickering light danced across Indra's body, illuminating her soft, tempting flesh for a brief moment.She was lost in the moment, so her hair was draped down her back and swayed from side to side.Despite Andy's simplicity, his cock knew precisely what to do.It responded like it was bound to.When Indra felt his erection, she felt like a woman once more, as evidenced by the pure self-satisfaction on her naked face.She swiftly removed Andy's pants.After kissing him once more and grabbing his chin, Indra could not tell whether he was helping her wi
Andy watched as Lady Utpahl left through the door with such haste, she barely had her dress back on. Andy continued to lay on the hay like Indra said to do. He waited for what was longer than Indra intended, then he slowly put his trousers back on. The fragrance of Indra’s love was still on him, he breathed it in, this was his first time with a woman. It left him confused. He looked down at himself and thought, I need to clean it. Andy sat there looking between his legs, he could still feel the silky smoothness of the Lady, she had done this to him, but it was not a bad feeling that he had. It was like a part of him flew off into the sky when Indra lowered herself onto him. Andy smiled.Andy had a good face and a light in his smile, the children of the village often teased Andy to make him smile. When Andy was teased by the children he went after them, chasing them down to tickle them until they screamed mercy. Andy was good with the children because he had the mind of a child. Fresh,
“What is it that smells so good?” Harden followed Indra.“Hi Poppa,” Briaunna squealed, “it’s venison from your last hunt, with the potatoes you like, stewed kale greens and fresh baked bread.” “That sounds delicious darlin, did you help your mother with the meal?” Harden took in the wonderful aroma.“No poppa, I did this all myself.” Briaunna beamed, “I love you poppa.”Harden accepted a hug from his daughter and looked at his wife. She was radiant, she glowed with enticement, he wanted to go to her, but his mind always returned to his failings as a husband. Still, Indra looked brilliant but... something he could not put his finger on, something in the way she looked at him. She looked like she was in a cage.“I thought you said that you cooked...”“When was the last time you went hunting dear?” Indra’s tone was borderline venomous.Harden did not take the bait, he finished hugging Briaunna and then went to sit down. Indra did not move at first, then she went to sit next to Briaunna
Harden listened to Westin about the exercises but did not commit fully to them until spring came. All through the winter harden used the ginseng that Westin prepared for him, with scarce and tepid results. Westin told harden that he could not rely on taking something all the time, he also reminded Harden of the stress factor that alone can cause many physical manifestations. To his credit, Harden was trying to follow Davyn’s prescriptions but could never quite get over the hump. He begged Westin for the yohimbine bark, Westin made excuses for as long as he could but eventually relented. He relented on one condition, that Harden commit to the exercises without any resistance. Harden agreed.In the middle of the third month, after the new year, the rains began. The spring was always the rainy season in Ondu. Traditionally the rains were heavy and intermittent in the third and into the fourth months, this year the rains did not let up at all. Heavy down pours rocked the villagers with sh
The power, the feelings must have been truly awesome, commanding magic like Ondu. Marx would imagine being a spirit or a shaman that would be able to tell the future, see into people’s hearts and protect herself from harm. Marx was shorter than average, she was a bit chubby, her face was rounder because of that. She had a nervousness about her that turned some people off, a bit of extra energy her mother would say, “just go run it off.” Sometimes Marx did run but her energy never seemed to abate. Marx was good at braiding hair and was often asked by people for her quick and neat hair braids. She was still engrossed in the carvings when Callum touched her shoulder.“Holy fuck!” She shouted and turned so fast that the hand she had on the boulder slapped Callum square in his jaw, it made a loud smack sound.“Well Marx,” Callum stepped back and held his jaw, “for the love of Utoo, what was that for?”“I told you to start making more noise and stop sneaking up on me.” She said quickly, Cal
Westin found her rocking on the floor after the funeral, she was not able to get up off the floor. She would not eat or take in water. She was so immobilized that she could not even cut her hair in mourning. Westin was a lifelong bachelor, choosing the herbs and council life over any meaningful relationship, but he was kind and many of the women believed him to be good husband material. So, Westin took care of Sokonan. He cut and washed her hair so she would be in proper mourning. He washed her body when it was clear that she was not capable of doing it herself, Westin kept everything proper and made no secret that he was caring for Sokonan. So, when it happened it was such a surprise that he almost stopped it, almost. It had been five days since her husband’s funeral, Sokonan was ripe with dirt and odor. Westin drew a private bath for her in her home, warming the water to a gentle temperature. He undressed her and carried her to the bath. She seemed so small in his arms, this fierce