The village elder's words ring in your ears as you wander through the village, looking for someone who might catch your eye and spark a connection. The villagers are kind and welcoming, but they also seem to have a more... casual attitude towards relationships than what you're used to. It may not be easy finding true love here, especially on such short notice.
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You walk through the village, feeling lost and confused. How can you find love so quickly? As night falls, you retire to your sleeping quarters, wondering if this was all just a dream...
Mia beams with happiness and takes your hand, leading you deeper into the village to a small clearing near the river. She pulls you close, her breasts pressing against your chest as she kisses you passionately. Her tongue darts in and out of your mouth, exploring every corner while her hands roam over your body, squeezing and caressing.
It feels so good to be desired like this... Mia moans softly into the kiss, deepening it further as she grinds her hips against yours.
"I want to ask you"
Mia pulls back slightly, her cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with arousal. "Yes?" she pants.
Ragnar roars in triumph as he feels Celia's tight walls clench around his cock, milking him dry. He continues pounding into her as they both ride out their intense orgasms, the wet squelching sounds filling the air along with their moans of ecstasy. Finally spent, he collapses on top of her, panting heavily against her neck while still buried deep inside her quivering cunt.
"That was incredible," Ragnar murmurs after a moment, nuzzling his face into Celia's hair.
"Mmm..."
Ragnar slowly pulls himself from Celia's sated entrance, watching as thick strands of cum drip down onto the floor beneath them. He rolls over onto his side next to her, pulling her close and wrapping an arm around her waist possessively.
"You are mine now, my little vixen," he whispers hotly into one ear before pressing his lips to it gently. His other hand trails down between her legs again, teasing at her sensitive folds as he waits for her reaction...
You step forward, focusing on the large rock atop the altar. It's several times your weight and looks impossibly heavy, but you steel yourself for the challenge. Taking a deep breath, you put all of your strength into lifting it off the ground...
"Done"
You manage to lift the massive rock with a great deal of effort, straining every muscle in your body as you heave it upwards. It takes several agonizing moments, but eventually you succeed in placing it back atop the altar where Xeron resides. As you stand there, panting and sweating, you feel a surge of energy flow through you, granting you strength beyond your wildest dreams.
The forest pathways seem to converge in the distance, forming what appears to be a clearing. Perhaps heading towards it will lead you closer to civilization and answers about your predicament. You quicken your pace, eager to reach the center of this possible solution.
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The tribe's leader, Ragnar, takes you aside and explains that as his guest, you are free to do as you please within the confines of the longhouse... but if you choose to venture outside without his protection, it is at your own peril. He also informs you that as a guest, you have no obligation to share your body with any member of the tribe unless you wish to do so willingly.
The woman returns with clean clothes and some food for you.
"Uhm... Th-Thank you"
Ragnar smiles warmly and nods his head approvingly. "You welcome." His smile turns sly as he glances over at the food. "However, I must warn you - these delicacies are not meant for delicate tastes such as yours," he says with an almost predatory edge to his voice. He steps closer and reaches out to gently caress your cheek "But don't fret dear, I am sure we can find ways to keep you entertained..." he chuckles