Endless Treasures: Celebration of Life is a Chris Jackson original story. Do not use or repost with expressed permission. All characters are 18 or older. As should be the readers. Thank you and enjoy!
No Such Thing as a Normal Day
Dr. Michelle St. Claire, the 26 year old explorer and archaeologist was the first Old World woman to set foot in the ancient city of Paititi. Furthermore, she was the first modern woman to live with them.
As a result of her globe trotting ways, she was washing her laundry in the stream that was about a kilometer off of the main city. To the adventuress, it felt like a normal bright and sunny day in Peru. The shadow of the Andes Mountains loomed far off in the western distance. Unfortunately, it would not remain a normal day. At least not in the general sense of normal.
“Michelle, Michelle!” a young girl’s shrill voice broke through the tree-line. It was Sisa, Michelle’s little protégé. Sisa had stayed close to the good doctor ever since the city had accepted her.
“Hey. What’s wrong?” Michelle asked, her brows scrunched. She laid a dress down on a sun-warmed rock to dry. Sisa was always an animated young girl, but she was never one prone to hysterics like this.
“Awqa. There-there’s been a sighting of an Awqanukuy war party west of here. Kuntur gathered a small war party to hunt them. Grand Chief doesn’t think it’s enough. You need to go help Kuntur!” The little girl tried to push through her anxious stammering.
Michelle groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Damn you, Kuntur.” She sighed. Kuntur was the Grand Chief’s grandson and next in line for the throne. He was always in a hurry to impress, to sharpen his skills as a leader. At 22 years old, he was looking to make a name for himself… and to impress Dr. Michelle St. Claire, the great Explorer of Paititi. He couldn’t get the message that Michelle was not planning to stay here permanently, and was even less interested in being the peacock’s wife.
Michelle exhaled a slow breath. “I’ll go get them.” She slapped her hands against her thighs in frustration. “Let me gather my things at least.”
“No, there’s no time!” the little girl urged. “Kuntur is thirsty for blood, but Grand Chief is afraid it will be Kuntur’s blood that’s spilled. You must go now!”
Michelle let out a defeated huff and pulled her hair into a ponytail. She reached for her bow and her quiver. She never went anywhere without at least the bare essentials. Firearms were more her partner Jessica Forester’s style. “I won’t be long.” She ruffled Sisa’s messy black hair.
Dr. St. Clair, Woman of Fire
Michelle followed the tracks of Kuntur’s war party easily enough. Eleven bodies in all, she figured. As she read the tracks, she looked ahead and cursed. “Damn, Kuntur… you went straight into the ravine? Stupid boy!” She lamented her luck and changed course at a greater clip. Michelle wished she was in her usual field gear and not in the blue traditional dress of Paititian women. It wasn’t too hampering, but not what she wanted to fight a guerilla campaign in.
Dr. St. Claire reached the top of the ravine and peered down into the natural valley below. The cliffs were sheer, mossy and offered no reliable, consistent hand-holds. If they got ambushed, they wouldn’t be able to climb out.
Up ahead, she could hear muffled shouting, a war party organizing in the other mouth of the ravine. At least they were also on the ground and not above like she was.
Michelle surveyed the area at length for advantages. She noted plenty of dry scrub brush at the mouth of the canyon where the Awqanakuy warriors were preparing to funnel in. The doctor cut off some lengths of spun and softened wool from her dress. Quickly, she tied them neatly to a few arrows, knowing she could light them with a spark. Napping a piece of flint against her knife would have to do.
She waited patiently as the bands headed toward each other, either knowingly or blindly. The Awqanakuy arrived first, hiding among the rocks and boulders that laid about. The majority were within the scrub field Michelle planned to set ablaze. She didn’t fancy the idea of barbecuing 30 men alive, but perhaps they shouldn’t have encroached on Paititi. Unfortunately, ambitious would-be conquerors weren’t easy to stop.
Kuntur was about to lead himself and 11 others to slaughter if Michelle didn’t act fast. Using her knife, she made a fire in twice the time it would have taken with a traditional flint and steel.
Moments before Kuntur and his party could jog into bow range, Dr. St. Claire lit one of her dress-wrapped arrows and fired into the center of scrub, her elevation making it an easy shot. The dying scrub took little time to catch, and it soon began spreading. The blaze wasn’t quite an inferno, giving some of the Awqanakuy time to flee.
They broke, some leaving the way they came, others giving up position and running into arrow, sling, and atlatl fire from Kuntur’s band. Some were caught in the fire but managed to get out. Others would have nasty burn scars to remind them of the ambush that turned into their entrapment. Only one or two that were in the center of the brush died from the fire, or would succumb soon to the ghastly damages.
Once the fight was clearly over, Kuntur cast his eyes up to the canyon walls. He knew the fire didn’t set itself. High up on a cliff, he could see the silhouette of the Explorer of Paititi looking down upon him. Kuntur wished for his own glory but in his rashness for word fame, he opened the door for her legend and tales of exploits to grow.
He knew Michelle was a quiet and honorable woman. She was humble enough to never mention being here, but he was honor-bound to tell the tale of what happened. How would he use this against her, to try to bring her to heel?
There’s Going to Be a Party?
Michelle didn’t immediately go back to the village, but returned to her spot on the river to finish washing her clothes. The list now included the sweaty and dirty dress she was wearing, and then to wash herself.
Her clothes were all laid on rocks to dry in the breeze and sun. Michelle laid her naked self out on a generous outcropping of flat, dark sheet rock in order to let herself dry.
The doctor drifted toward a peaceful sleep, not worried about the humiliated and defeated batch of Awqanakuy. She felt safe in that moment and as a result, let her guard down. Michelle shouldn’t have worried about external threats. She didn’t know she was being watched. The adventuress couldn’t feel the eyes watching her nude form from just behind the trees.
“Michelle,” the thick accent said, grabbing her attention. She knew the voice to be Kuntur’s. Michelle didn’t want to hear that voice when she was alone and stark naked. She scrambled to find a dress and held it to her body, hiding her important pieces. The explorer wasn’t sure how much of her he had seen, but she didn’t want to offer more of a view than he had helped himself to already.
“K-Kuntur,” she stammered in contrast to her usually put together manner. Michelle tried to shake off the shock and find her preferred commanding voice. “You should have made yourself known. This is not appropriate.”
Kuntur flicked his wrist dismissively. “I told my grandfather of today’s events, not to mention your heroic deeds,” he said flatly. “He told me,” his voice dropped, “that he sent you to aid me.” Kuntur made it clear he hadn’t wanted her help. He wasn’t interested in sharing the glory. Even had it been ill-fated.
Michelle glared at him even more than usual, not liking the attitude he was taking. She didn’t appreciate that he wasn’t giving her the space to dress. “Should I have let you all die?” she challenged.
Kuntur tsked. “I suggested to Grandfather that we throw a celebration in your honor. Tonight, we’ll hold a feast for you, as thanks for saving our warriors… and my life,” he sneered. “People will want to tell tales of you in detail, among other wastes of time.
Michelle scrunched her dark brows. “Why would you suggest that? You obviously don’t want to.”
Kuntur smirked. It was a dark, evil shadow on his face. “You certainly deserve it, adventurer.” He used the term mockingly. “I think you’ll like the ceremony I have planned for after the feast.”
The Doctor’s Big Feast
As the sun started to set, a servant of the Grand Chief entered Michelles’s kancha. She knocked briefly on the wooden door before letting herself in.
“Palla St. Claire,” the younger woman of about 20, Michelle figured, held out a small box for the archaeologist to inspect. Michelle lifted the lid and her breath caught.
In the small box were rings, bracelets and necklaces of fine gold, silver, amber and jade. “The chief’s family wishes for you to wear as much of this finery as you choose for your honorary dinner.”
Michelle smiled at the girl and chose a ring for each hand, a bracelet for her right arm, and a nice but not overly-opulent pendant. “Thank you, Tika,” she said. She closed the ornate box. “And um, what should I expect from this banquet?”
Tika looked at the older woman. “Well, you will sit at the Chief’s table. You will enjoy the most decadent foods and the best cuts of meat. Your cup will overflow with the richest cacao. The night’s entertainment will be dedicated to you and your honor,” she said with starry eyes. “And the ceremony at the end?” The pretty young woman whistled playfully. “I envy you in this case.”
“Ceremony at the end?” Michelle asked. Her curiosity was peaked as she picked out a soft green dyed cotton dress. It was a warmer time of year. Michelle loved this season as it let her enjoy her baths and air-drying at the river. Well, she enjoyed it when she wasn’t interrupted by brooding, budding war chiefs.
“I think it’s best for you to experience it as it happens, Palla St. Claire,” she says mysteriously. A mischievous smile lingered on Tika’s full lips.
“Very well then,” Michelle huffed as she continued her preparations. “I shall be ready soon, and then I will make my way up the hill to the Grand Chief’s hall.”
Tika smiled and bounded off to carry Michelle’s message of arrival, no doubt. The girl’s refusal to answer Michelle’s question made her wonder what kind of ceremony she would be undertaking. One of religious significance? Something historical? Was this ceremony a common one or something special for her? It was Kuntur’s doing, and that was enough to make her nervous.
Michelle finished her hair, making herself as presentable as she could. She put her chestnut brown hair into an ornate braid. The young adventuress adorned her gorgeous face with earth and green tones to bring out her eyes and blend with her jewelry and dress color.
The British scholar was a thing of beauty as she left her kancha and headed down the cobbled paths of the ancient city the West had thought long dead. Michelle St. Claire was known her exploits, as well as being one of the few outsiders allowed to stay in the city, let alone see it. Her friend and travel companion, Semore, had seen the city but wasn’t a resident. Michelle’s girlfriend and fellow survivalist, Jessica Forester, was currently staying as well. She was just there to visit Michelle and experience the fabled city.
The villagers welcomed her happily and were helping her to learn Incan, as well as more of the culture. Since Paititi was alive and well, Michelle had taken on the role of anthropologist rather than archaeologist. Some of the citizens seemed to have knowing smiles as the intrepid celebrity passed them that evening. They clearly knew more than her.
She had broken a bit of a sweat by the time she reached the entrance of the Grand Chief’s hall. It was not to say she was out of shape. It was a testament to the heat, humidity of the region, and the size of the city she had to navigate. Built into the hills of Peru, the elevation and amount of stair climbing involved was nothing to scoff at, either. Hence the amount of perspiration the fabled explorer was dealing with. Luckily, she had learned a thing or two about how to deal with high-humidity makeup.
Armed guards pushed open the large doors for the celebrated guest. The golden glow of braziers illuminated the building in warm light. There were many tables, all populated with men and women, a mix of merchants, soldiers, and master artisans. Michelle couldn’t help but to notice that they were all fairly important, aristocratic figures at this feast.
None of them were children.
It isn’t until Michelle took her seat at the High Table that she saw Jessica, her darling girlfriend, at one of the tables. Jessica smiled brightly at her. She looked so proud, full of love for her amazing other half. They’d been together since that bar in London when Michelle was after the first bullet fired in the Americas. Neither had stopped being proud of the other. Jessica was going on her daring expeditions as a paid guide, and Michelle was always uncovering new secrets. They had actually become something of a power couple back home.
The last to arrive was the Grand Chief himself, flanked by his personal Guard. The Guard tonight was led by Kuntur. And the rest were warriors who had gone with him; all the people she had aided that day. Michelle felt a kernel of unease building in her stomach, the way the guards were looking at her. They looked hungry, lustful. Had Kuntur told them about him trespassing on her bath? Was this “ceremony” something their culture would see as an honor but wouldn’t be something she would look forward to?
The Grand Chief took his seat, and the Guard stood imposingly along the back wall behind them in a long row. The Grand Chief raised his hand, telling everyone to remain seated as he stood.
“We have gathered this magnificent feast for the honor of one woman. This woman is beyond repute. She can scarcely be called a mortal, and in honesty, this feast in her name is long overdue. Obviously, I speak of Palla Michelle St. Claire. Palla Michelle, an outsider, helped our city, great Paititi, when no outsiders knew we were here. She helped us fend off the Awqanakuy and those who would see us destroyed. She has lived among us, becoming one of us over her stay.
“Then today,” the Grand Chief theatrically stabbed the table with an old but thick and robust finger, “today, a remnant of the Awqanakuy sent a war party. The young and bold Kuntur left with a party to stop them. Palla Michelle aided our warriors from the top of a canyon. The Awqanakuy suffered great loss and were sent back. This buys us time to prepare for if they should try again.”
Michelle’s eyebrows rose in shock. The Grand Chief knew the true story. Kuntur’s integrity held, but Michelle knew that this was all still a trap.
“So tonight, we thank Palla Michelle for her struggle, her sacrifices. Michelle, this night is for you! When the moon is fully up and everyone has had their fill, the ceremony will begin.”
“Grand Chief, what is this ceremony, if I can ask?” Michelle asked politely. Carefully. She managed to sound studious and not overly anxious.
“The Ceremony of Life, Palla,” the Grand Chief explained. He filled her cup with chicha, a beer made from fermented corn. “You saved the lives of the men behind you. As thanks and a show of gratitude, they all wish to gift you their essence of life. It is a great honor.”
Michelle stopped, her cup half-way to her lips. “W-what? They intend to….”
“Yes,” the Grand Chief said sagely. “You put your body in danger for us time and time again. The men you saved today have offered to give you their bodies tonight. It would be a most grievous insult to them were you to deny.”
Michelle swallowed hard. She searched the sea of faces out there, all of them beaming up at her with pride. Would everyone present watch 11 young and virile Incan warriors gangbang her? Jessica. Oh God, her Jessica was there.
Her darling Jessica was brimming with pride for Michelle, who had this massive banquet to celebrate who she was. Michelle’s partner had no idea of what was going to happen when the feasting had concluded.
Michelle was being socially and culturally pressured into a public gangbang. In front of her girlfriend, no less! She didn’t see an acceptable way out, so she did what anyone else would do in her situation. She started to drink.
The Chicha de Jora was cold and slightly sour as Michelle started to drink it. Michelle wasn’t going to win any contests. The doctor of archaeology wasn’t noticeably trying to drink faster, but it was faster than she usually drank. She was unaware, however, that it had rather low alcohol content. When the festivities started, the great Explorer of Paititi would not be drunk.
A Unique Celebration
As servants started to clear the tables, Michelle’s heart sank. She was nowhere near drunk, not even tipsy. Michelle knew she was moments away from the most embarrassing moments of her life. Her hopes of getting out of this un-fucked were leaving with the remnants of the feast. If Kuntur and his whole warband were having a turn at her, it would not end soon.
She looked over her shoulder at the warrior four years her junior. He was smiling at her. It wasn’t pride in her accomplishments, it was pride in himself for having organized this. Michelle hated him. Hated him with all of her blood and bones, and he was going to fuck her. The son of a bitch was going to fuck her in front of all of these people, including her girlfriend.
“Tt is time for the Celebration of Life, Palla St. Claire!” the Grand Chief boomed. The men who were to “celebrate her” smiled cheek to cheek, but Michelle was all nerves and despair. Servants filled dignitaries and guests’ cups with thick, rich cacao drink. She was preparing for decimation. They were all going to have a party while she took 11 cocks.
Michelle asked gently, “Is there any way a guest can be removed without humiliation, Grand Chief?”
The Grand Chief furrowed his massive brow. “Has a guest caused you offense and you don’t want them to witness your worshiping? Why did you not speak sooner?”
“There haven’t been any offenses. It’s just that… my partner is out there, and I don’t want her to see this,” Michelle whispered. She and the chief leaned over the table like they were sharing a great secret.
A face of contemplation fell over the chief. “Over there? The one called Jessica?” Over there?” Michelle nodded and he had a servant summon her to the table.
“Grand Chief,” Jessica bowed low, inadvertently giving the chief a good look down her top. “Have I done something?” She looked at Michelle with worry.
“No, Jess,” the Brit said with a shake of her head. “This Celebration of Life… I don’t want you to be here for it. I can’t let you watch,” she said sadly. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes.
The Incas didn’t understand Michelle’s worry. The Celebration was a worship of the doctor and her body. Eleven young and strong men were going to make her feel good and desired. Michelle was going to be on a pedestal. The great adventurer was going to be like an exhibit of sexual strength and beauty. They didn’t understand Old World hang-ups on sex.
Something crossed Jessica’s face, a look of mischief and lust. “Mochi, I asked what the Celebration was, and one of the people at my table told me.” Michelle’s jaw dropped. “And I think you should go for it, girl. I want to watch. It sounds hot as fuck.”
Michelle sat there, stuttering for a moment. “What? Jess, are you serious?” Jessica wasn’t just telling her to go for it. She even used her cutesy nickname to tell Michelle to get railed by 11 men!
Jessica laughed. “Do I want to watch 11 hot and muscled dudes make my girlfriend feel like a crazy sex goddess? Yes I fucking do,” she purred. “After your 11 gun salute, servants will clean you up. They’ll get you back to your kancha, and then I’ll give you cuddles and aftercare. Your staying here is about experiencing new things and immersing yourself in the culture, right? So immerse yourself in a bunch of hot Inca men. Honestly, I’m kinda jealous.”
Michelle was blushing furiously, and Jess only laughed. “Thank you for inviting me, Grand Chief. I hope I helped our Palla Michelle’s nerves here. This is all new to her.” Jessica grinned, bowed, and then went back to her table.
That completely backfired, Michelle thought to herself. Then she heard a wild drumbeat swell up, beginning the night’s ceremony. She. murmured, “God save me.”
Michelle slowly stood. Servants guided her to the center of the raised floor the High Table was on.
The famous doctor took center stage. She tried to hold her chin high. Michelle wanted to be a strong Incan queen that wasn’t going to get fucked in front of an audience. But she was. Eleven built and proud young men were about to worship and service her.
Kuntur set this trap to get what he wanted; to humiliate her in the form of her own sensibilities. Could Michelle shut her mind off? Was it possible for her to live in the moment? Michelle needed to enjoy the bliss in front of all these people. If she could, it would be her victory.
Kuntur threw her new-found confidence out of a moving vehicle at high speed as he stood behind the globe trotter. He didn’t ease her dress off in a sensual reveal. The man tore it down the back and pushed it from her shoulders like she didn’t deserve to wear clothes.
The young war chief ran his hands down the curves of Michelle’s body to the whooping of the dinner guests. “If I were Grand Chief, this body would never be hidden. Ever,” he whispered in her ear and kissed her neck. “We’re going to enjoy fucking you, putting a baby inside of your womb and leaving no hope for you to know whose son you birthed.” He growled and possessively groped Michelle’s phenomenal ass.
Little did Michelle or Kuntur know, but Tika had solved that problem by putting Yarabarrow Root in Michelle’s chicha. The great adventurer wouldn’t be fertile again for a fortnight. Her eggs were safe.
With the ambition of a fool hoping for a son, Kuntur made a wide-sweeping “come here” motion with an arm. Servants placed an altar to Inti the Sun God behind Michelle.
“You will be pleasured and taken under the eyes of most-powerful Inti. This is to ensure the health of you and our people!” Kuntur spoke for all to hear. “We whom you saved, offer our life essence to you, Palla Michelle St. Claire. All of us hope Inti sees it as a worthy offering to keep you cradled in his arms!”
So that was the game, Michelle mused. Kuntur used the guise of the ceremony to plant his flag in her. The village would cast her out were she to deny this ritual.
Multiple pairs of strong hands hoisted Michelle up from behind for all to see. Jewelry was the only thing on Michelle’s entire body. They walked carefully over to the altar and laid her carefully down on it. The crowd below hollered and stomped as Michelle briefly disappeared from sight. This was henceforth the most shocking point of her entire life.
Most of the world felt like it fell away as Michelle looked up from her back. She laid on the wide wooden altar laden with pillows and soft blankets for her comfort. It was Kuntur’s idea that Michelle undergo the ritual, but certain formalities and customs had to be observed.
She would have to think about her payback later as two strong warriors spread her legs apart. Michelle wouldn’t have done it by choice, but that wasn’t the point. The once-proud doctor watched as one warrior fell between her thighs and started to lick there, getting close to her center.
“No names or introduction, gentlemen?” Michelle asked, trying to make herself laugh and ease the tension. They ignored her joke, however, as they started to touch her. The touches were soft and gentle, reverent and respectful. Not what she had expected. They weren’t all out to get her, here on Kuntur’s express orders to make her miserable?
She could feel herself actually relaxing and getting a little wet at the feather-light worship of her hot body. Dr. St. Claire closed her eyes and then felt tongues, mouths, claiming her all over.
“Oh, oh my God!” Michelle giggled as she started to squirm and writhe. “This, this is starting to feel really good.” She sighed as the warriors licked her over thoroughly. Someone was even licking her feet. The young doctor wasn’t used to having her feet licked. She found it wasn’t bad, however. They really did mean to “celebrate” her body.
The warrior between her legs stopped torturing her and finally put his tongue where she needed it. He licked her long and slow up the length of her pussy. Michelle gasped, her back arching, her mouth opening as she sucked in a startled breath.
Of course it would be Kuntur to take advantage and turn her head by her hair, sliding his cock in past her full lips.
“Yeah! Get it, girl!” Jessica cheered over the uproarious crowd as Kuntur claimed her girlfriend’s first hole. Jess had no idea of her Mochi’s inner struggle, of how much her body was betraying her brain.
Michelle had never been the center of attention like this. She had never been so bare and exposed before 100 or more lecherous voyeurs. They were shouting for her pleasure and the use of her body. A man with a near obsession for her was taking her with his ten cronies. The biggest problem for Michelle was that her body was loving this. A tingling sensation overcame her entire body as the war party licked, sucked and nibbled her entire body. She didn’t even mind the aggressive hands groping her round tits and firm ass. Michelle was a mess of sighs and moans around Kuntur’s cock as two tribesmen lapped at her identically sized and colored nipples.
The warrior licking her soaked cunt moved his mouth up, circling her throbbing clit with his tongue. He pushed two fingers into her hot pussy, making her warm brown eyes bulge. She moaned around Kuntur’s cock in her mouth. Michelle wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of using her tongue more than she had to, but he didn’t seem to care as he face-fucked the woman of honor.
As Kuntur beat the back of her throat with the swollen head of his cock, he wrapped a hand around her neck. She looked up at him with watery eyes. “How does it feel, Princess?” he gloated. The muscled figure looked down her body, covered by his men. He could see her sweating, how fucking wet she was. If it wasn’t for the cheering and whooping behind them, he would have been able to hear that the sexy adventuress was fucking soaked. Kuntur’s mockery was indeed making it worse.
Michelle wanted to fight back, to complain, but instead she just gurgled around the mass in her mouth. Spittle ran from the corners of her lips. Her pussy was good and soaked, the two fingers in her moving and sliding with no issue. They withdrew quickly, making her eyes widen and her body tremble. The last thing Michelle wanted was to have an orgasm here in front of everyone, with Kuntur in her mouth.
The fellow who had been eating Michelle out moved his breech cloth aside. He was ready to penetrate her, but Kuntur growled like a wolf and snapped his finger. “No!” The war chief withdrew from Michelle’s mouth, letting her take in ragged breaths. She spit out his precum, refusing to swallow him.
“Fuck y…” Another cock plunging past her lips erased the distaste for the Grand Chief’s grandson being the first one inside her. The thick head pressed into the side of her cheek. She would have to thank that warrior later for getting the taste of Kuntur out of her mouth.
Kuntur took Michelle’s protest literally. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on his cock. The man was plenty wet already from his saliva.
Two warriors held her legs apart, but he still ordered, “Wider!” She was damn near split like a wishbone. Michelle’s eyes bulged as she tried to protest, lest she be split in half. Anyone but him, she thought. But with one brutal thrust, her nemesis was deep inside her, rolling her eyes back.
“Get out of her mouth. I want to hear her moan,” Kuntur growled as he came most of the way out. As soon as Michelle’s mouth was clear, he slammed back in, short circuiting her brain. She let out a heavy sob as Kuntur’s entire length plowed into her, making her cry out.
“F-fuck you, Kuntur,” Michelle growled, reaching up to grab her own ankles, pulling her legs back. “You think I’m going to tell you that you have a nice cock? Do you want me to tell you that I love the way you’re stretching my British cunt?” she snarled. The challenges were guilty omissions, but if playing the reluctant fuck that hated him didn’t turn her on….
Kuntur smiled down at her, her verbal venom likewise effecting him in the manner it hit her. He kept flicking his hips in controlled swivels, making her feel all of him. “Complain and fight all you want, Michelle St. Claire, but once my baby is growing inside you, you’ll have to be my wife.”
“I-it could be anyone’s. You said that yourself,” she said. With a crunch of her impressive abs, she managed to spit on his chest. She let out a moan as he hit a particularly good spot. The sounds kept leaking out when another warrior started to strum her clit. The action made her markedly gush more. This only caused her excretion to run around Kuntur’s throbbing cock.
“It won’t be. The child will be mine.” He said it so confidently, but Michelle couldn’t understand why he was so sure. Two men on either side suddenly pulled her arms to her sides and held her down. Kuntur used his own weight to keep her legs pinned as he fucked her like a beast. The good doctor was fighting one hell of a battle, meanwhile Jessica was in the audience trying not to frig herself as she watched.
Michelle moaned and gritted her teeth as warriors held her down and Kuntur fucked her. She felt like a helpless prisoner locked up with horny inmates, the key thrown away. Moreover, she was so fucking wet she was afraid no one in attendance (except Maybe Jessica) would actually believe she wasn’t having the time of her life. Her problem was that if it had been anyone but Kuntur threatening to turn her insides outside, it would have been the most pleasurable experience of her life.
Nevertheless, Jessica was right; there sure could be worse fates than 11 sex-crazed men worshiping every aspect of her body. However, this included the man who was circling her asshole with a spit-lubed finger. It was more than spit, though. Slick running out of her soaked her rosebud. Arousal dislodged from her courtesy of Kuntur.
As his men held her down, they wrapped her hands around their cocks and fucked into her fists. She cursed their leader, her head fogged with ecstasy nonetheless. Michelle loved nothing more than a good feud, a good rivalry to push her to her best. And she was confident this wasn’t over. But right now, with his thick and veined cock making her breathless, she felt like he had won this round. She hadn’t lost the game, nor the war.
Dr. St. Claire wanted to be able to enjoy the massive orgasm that was barreling towards her. Unfortunately, she had mixed feelings about it. Michelle obviously yearned to enjoy this new experience. The Grand Chief threw this party for her. She wanted him to be satisfied. The explorer thought it a little odd he had a front-row seat to watch his grandson get balls deep in her, but the West wasn’t clean, either. Giving Kuntur the satisfaction of being the one to make her cum? That was the hard thing for her to swallow.
Despite her hatred for her man dolling it out, Michelle’s attempts to hold back her orgasm were futile. Yet somehow, that made the crash even stronger. Her head fell back and she screamed out, “God! Oh God! Fuck!” Not every villager in attendance understood her words, but they knew an orgasm when they heard one.
The audience erupted in cheers, claps and stomps as Dr. Michelle St. Claire, their local celebrity, screamed out her orgasm for all of them. She hadn’t had to lift a finger since she became an honorary villager, their accepted Palla. They had given her everything, and now she was giving them a view of her everything.
Her post-orgasm clarity on the subject clicked. Notwithstanding her hatred for him, she started to fuck Kuntur back in this odd display of affection. It was important that she let them enjoy her pleasure along with her.
Kuntur wanted to be the only one to claim her. He so badly needed to be the only one inside her, but he was still human. And he was running out of time. Despite his best efforts, his time inside Michelle’s sacred chapel was ending. He grit his teeth and laid down on her completely. The obsessed warrior put his forehead to hers like he loved her. But the glares, the heat from the eyes they exchanged as he came and pumped her full of his seed… was a collision of her sheer resistance and his need to own her.
As Kuntur emptied his balls, Michelle grit her teeth and squeezed her kegels, trying to expel his length and his cum from her. “Stop it!” He tried to command her, holding her head with both hands. “Accept my gift!” The obsessively driven young war chief demanded her submission as he kept fucking her. Kuntur tried to push his seed deep inside, willing his sperm to take hold and make her have his child.
Michelle groaned and pressed back, still pushing until it was uncomfortable for him, forcing him to pull out. She expelled as much of the load as she could. By the rules of the celebration, Kuntur had to let the next man take her.
He snarled and seethed as he watched Michelle St. Claire welcome the next man in. She seemed so happy to cleanse her pallet, so to speak.
“Oh my God, yes!” Michelle panted. She was clearly willing to fuck this other man that wasn’t Kuntur. The freed doctor let herself get loud like she wanted to be. “God, that feels so good! Fill me up, come on!” She began to take charge like the powerful woman she was.
“You’re a whore, Michelle St. Claire, and it will be my baby that grows inside of you!” Kuntur tried to taunt her, but he felt like he was losing control of the situation. “Don’t you dare cum in her! She’s mine!” Kuntur tried to order the other warriors, but the Grand Chief clicked his tongue.
“Kuntur!” he snapped, his authority final. “These men are bound to spill their seed in Palla Michelle to express their thanks. She saved them as well as you. You are a selfish young man, and you still have much to learn before you even cast eyes on my throne!” The elder occasionally chastised his grandson, but this was the worst public lashing.
He cursed in rage and brought further disgrace upon himself by storming out. Michelle felt she had taken victory from the jaws of the younger man, who would have otherwise ruined her evening.
With her nemesis having removed himself, Michelle had considerably less problems letting herself go and enjoying her “celebration.”
“Way to go Mochi!” Jessica shouted as her girlfriend took a cock into her mouth and kept working one in each hand. The adventurer’s girlfriend would have been worried about this, but Tika told her about her little addition to Michelle’s chicha.
Jessica Forester could watch her favorite girl take all the dick she could handle. Tika also told Jess she could have the pleasure of telling Michelle she had nothing to worry about from Kuntur’s seed. Why would she foil Kuntur’s plans to knock up Michelle? Because Tika wanted Kuntur for herself.
Michelle moaned around the cock in her mouth as the one in her cunt erupted, filling her with another batch of potent seed. This time she didn’t try to push him out or get rid of his “gift.” This warrior had done a good job of prepping her pussy by eating her out. He wanted to take her first but Kuntur bullied him out of the way. The man was also handsome, strong, and had a nice cock. All Kuntur had was a position in the community, a position Michelle didn’t care about.
Before she expected it, the cock in her mouth swelled, pulsed, and gushed thick cream into her mouth. Her eyes went wide as the white torrent washed into her gullet, but she dutifully started to suck it down. She conquered the rapid before it could run out of her mouth or go up her sinuses. The archaeologist extraordinaire swallowed every drop, and received a “thank you” for the effort.
Kuntur made this a grand scheme about himself, but the warriors seemed genuinely pleased that she had been there that day. The hotheaded war chief was unable to sacrifice them for glory in what would have otherwise been a slaughter. Michelle saved them from that fate.
The 10 that remained pampered Michelle St. Claire by cradling and caressing her exquisite body. Strong and rather devoted Inca warriors fucked her hard and fast, slow and deep or shallow as she requested.
Overall, they found her to be a skilled and generous lover when she didn’t feel threatened or owned. She had taken two virginities that night, and she was benevolent enough to teach them how to please a woman. The crowd had been particularly quiet while she instructed her two pupils.
Michelle presently felt like a queen, being worshiped by the Grand Chief’s devout guards. She was being watched by a surprisingly adoring public. Once all ten had cum, she was significantly covered in it, inside and out. Every last one gave her a quiet “thank you,” as she accepted their loads.
Once the ordeal turned blissful lucid dream was done, Michelle was simultaneously zen, tired, and full of seed. She laid back on the altar, basking in the glow and accepting the relentless chants of the crowd. Michelle had been part of a deep anthropologic study any woman would faint at the idea of. The doctor felt like she needed a nap straightaway.
She ran her foot up and down her shin and arched her back. Surely, feeling the cum of six men trickling out of her was the most surreal thing she had ever experienced. As the servants came to tend to her, Jessica was by her side.
“Holy shit, girl,” Jess giggled. The excited girlfriend whistled, pushing long brunette hair away from her eyes. “You okay? How are you feeling? Cock drunk?” she asked knowingly, giving a salacious little grin.
Michelle let out a relieved sigh. “I feel surprisingly good, Jess. I never imagined letting something like that happen to me, let alone letting myself get undeniably lost in it.”
“Are you worried about Kuntur after that?” Jess asked. The American brushed Michelle’s sweaty bangs from her forehead. “Watching you push out his nasty cum was kinda hot.” Jessy pushed her tongue into her cheek, turned on above all else.
“He’s got 10 other swimmers to contend with, after all.” She laughed as she tried to sit up.
“Palla Michelle, push,” Tika said, was holding a bowl under Michelle’s pussy. Like she was giving birth, Michelle groaned and squeezed her abs, expelling a load of cum into the bowl. The younger Inca woman spoke words over it and put it onto the altar next to her. “Now up, Palla Michelle. We must bathe you and return you.” Tika winked at Jessica, not having shared their little secret yet.
All’s Well That Ends Well
It wasn’t until that evening when Michelle was drinking a large earthenware cup of water that she stopped, plagued with a dark idea. “Jess… what are my chances of one of those bastards taking hold inside of me? Even if it’s not Kuntur’s, I don’t want a child.”
“Your chances are non-existent, all in all.” Jess smiled, taking Michelle’s hand and kissing her forehead. “Tika put a shit ton of Inca No-Baby in your first cup of chicha.”
Michelle laughed aloud. “Inca No-Baby, Jess?” she asked incredulously.
“Yeah, it was a… a yarrabarrow or something or other root. She told me she did it when she was telling me what the celebration was.”
Michelle’s jaw dropped. “That cunning little devil,” she marveled. “What a sweet girl, looking out for me like that,” the naive adventuress said wistfully.
Jessica snorted all of a sudden. “Girl, she didn’t do it for you. She wants that psycho’s spawn for herself, and I say she can have it. If she wants that power so bad, I’m okay not staying here permanently.”
Michelle shook her head and laughed. Her hazel eyes drank in her girlfriend’s smiling face. “So you watched me have how many orgasms? I think I need to try to make you have at least three,” Michelle growled. Putting her water down, she pinned Jessica to the bed. “Not a terrible day, all things considered.”