Chapter 31: Enjoying the Feast

After grueling practice sessions with the formations, we headed back to the village for breakfast. In the kitchen area, Nara, the head cook, was already bustling. Beside her, Seraph, her apprentice—Karely’s daughter and also Nara’s own daughter, Orin—were quickly chopping vegetables. The other kids, Kai (also Nara’s son), Ren, Koda, and Kiari, who didn’t have set jobs, helped with kitchen duties and cleaning, as tradition dictated. Children learned trades from a young age; the village didn’t tolerate useless kids or those completely dependent on their parents. All children had to be strong for the good of the village. Kids under six weren’t sent to the blacksmith’s yet (that started at eight), and formal warrior training began at twelve. The four older children began setting out plates and cups while Nara finished pulling pots off the fire to start serving. The women started to gather, because following Manaia’s instructions, I’d asked everyone to eat together at ten in the morning, right after the first warrior training. The women who did the village laundry arrived, followed by those who’d gone out to gather what little was left of the harvest, and finally, those who worked curing hides and making clothes. They all took their seats at the tables. Nara, the cook, had her wavy hair tied back to keep it out of the food. Her body was quite slender, with beautiful, heart-shaped butt cheeks that, though somewhat small, looked firm and lively, suiting her graceful figure perfectly. Her smile was warm and cheerful, infecting everyone with her good humor. Seraph, her apprentice, was a young woman no older than sixteen, with strong arms from carrying firewood and hips just beginning to round. Her eyes were bright and full of vibrant curiosity, a flower about to bloom. Orin, Nara’s daughter, was a girl of about five, with chubby cheeks and big, curious eyes, always watching everything with wonder. Her brother, Kai, a year older, was an energetic boy with messy hair and an infectious laugh that already promised trouble. Ren, Koda, and Kiari were slightly older, small bundles of energy, all with bright eyes full of that adorable innocence unique to the tribe’s children. I took the seat of honor. They handed me a large plate, overflowing with meat stew and cooked vegetables. As I ate, Manaia began telling me about the village’s current situation. "The food has been distributed equally regardless of contributions, as per your orders, Jax," she explained. "But even though you brought a significant amount, it won’t last more than two weeks. We’re running through provisions too quickly." "No need to worry," I replied, my mouth full. "I’ll take care of getting more food in the coming days. My only concern is that you won’t be able to finish all I bring back, hahaha!" Her concerns seemed sweet. I couldn’t help but laugh at her gentle actions, spitting meat everywhere. Everyone ate in harmony, the murmur of conversations filling the air, creating a wonderful scene of togetherness. This really is a guild, I thought, watching their actions fondly. I didn’t forget to stir up some mischief. Under the table, I placed my hand on Manaia’s knee. Slowly, I moved it up towards her thighs, sliding under her skirt, my finger finding her underwear. This time she didn’t pull away, didn’t stiffen. She stayed still, enjoying my caresses. Her breathing barely changed for a moment before returning to normal as she continued talking with Leila, who sat across from her. Her thighs opened slightly, giving me more access to her sacred garden. Taking advantage of her unusual cooperation, I nudged her panties aside, sliding my fingers into her hairy pussy. I didn’t go straight for pleasure; instead, I started playing with her pubic hair, making her thighs tense slightly before opening again like a flower, letting me continue to play with her. On my other side, Tala, sitting very close, noticed my hand moving. Her smile widened, and her own hand slid towards mine. She took it gently and began to pull it softly towards her, placing it between her own legs. As my hand slid over her thighs, I felt the soft brush of her pubic hair. She isn’t wearing any underwear, was my first thought. I looked at her, and my eyes met hers. Her gaze was lascivious; her eyes were shining, and she subtly licked her lips, giving me an inviting smile. I returned the smile, accepting her sweet invitation. While I conversed with Tala only through glances, I felt a slight pinch on the back of my hand. I looked at Manaia, who leaned close to my ear and whispered. "Why did you stop?" Someone was jealous because I had paused. I put my fingers back into her pussy, feeling her warmth and wetness. I had a hand in each of them, while across from me, Leila had a slight blush, as if she suspected something. No one said a word; we all continued chatting about trivial things while I kept stimulating Manaia and Tala. Two hands began unbuttoning my pants, bringing my dick out into the open air. One hand was strong, the other delicate. Tala and Manaia began giving me a handjob under the table. Their hands worked my dick, pressure building, making my cock throb with the excitement of doing this right in front of everyone. "Oops, I dropped my spoon!" Tala ducked down and started sucking my dick while pretending to search for her spoon. The sensation of her tongue was magical, sucking out every last drop of my semen. She stood up and wiped the corners of her lips with the back of her hand, giving Manaia a provocative smile. "What a delicious breakfast, Matriarch. Thank you so much for letting me have it!" Manaia returned her gaze but said nothing, only smiled, but her smile felt icy, completely fake. I watched both their actions and gave a tug to each of their pubic hairs, making them clench their teeth to avoid screaming, as a warning.