Traveling companions (R-18)

For now, we are traveling with refugees. No one wants to stay in that town anymore. I don't blame them. That's also what I would do if something that horrific happened to me. I wouldn't stay close to the danger at all.

Most of the refugees are old women and children. That's to be expected. People died to keep them safe, and those who died are gone. They now have to depend on someone else to protect them.

When these things happen, women often move in with bachelors and exchange their bodies for what they want. The women we are traveling with are looking at me differently. Some outright came up to me and asked to be my woman.

"Ma'am, I'm traveling to the capital for a priestly education. I can't take care of people "

She pulled on her clothes, and her beautiful breasts fell out. This is a fragile situation. Emotions are running high, and one wrong step would land her in a situation she resents.

She is beautiful, and she is mentally dependent on that. If she loses faith in her beauty, that might push her over the edge. I stood up. and walked up to her. Her eyes were locked on my erect manhood. I'm a young and healthy man, and it's normal for me to get a little excited in this situation. I gave one kiss to her left breast and one kiss to her right breast. Then I covered her back up.

"You are beautiful. I'll protect you without you debasing yourself."

She hugged my neck, and we stood there for a solid minute. She thanked me and left. She moved her tent next to ours and waved at us. She had prepared an oatmeal dish for everyone.

The number of women around me increased from one to three the next day. After that, the women who had nobody were flocking to me. Their faces look at me with signs of hope. The woman whose breasts I've kissed has spread the word; I presume.

 Salma was watching as events developed. The women kept giving three of us food. They had sourced those from their traveling provisions, the small animals they hunted,

"Nazhotep, you are a good man, but you don't understand women's hearts. You rejected her on the grounds of hoping she would emotionally distance herself from you. However, what you did was act like a true man. She probably fell in love with you."

I had my suspicions, but when Salma said that, it became clearer. I lifted my head to look at the woman. She blushed and smiled, rocking herself back and forth. Damn it. She is head over heels with me.

 "How did you know? Woman's intuition?"

 She scoffed.

 "You don't know anything do you Nazhotep? I'm in love with you too. Just like Asenath(Aisha) is. You protected and saved me with your wits in that cave. You cared about me and consoled me. You told me not to lose hope. You have hunted for me, fed me your hunt. You have shown me proper respect.

 I'm desperate for you to see me as a woman."

Copying the woman from before, Salma bared her breasts in front of me. Her eyes are begging me for love.

She keeps her glossy black hair short. Her olive skin contrasts well with her puffy pink nipples.

I walked up to her and led her by her wrist to somewhere private. The sky is clear tonight, and the entire sky is illuminated by hundreds of stars.

She undid the bindings of her leather armor. They fell with a thud. Her womanhood is covered in thick, curly black hair. Her faint smile and confident posture beguiled me to no end. Her toned muscles glisten with sweat. She is such a blessing from the gods. One leg after another, she walked toward me like a delicate cat. She held me by my waist and stole my lips. Her slimy tongue invaded my mouth. She is thirsty for the essence of my lips. Her alluring curves and thick hair feel heavenly to my touch. Her eyebrows slant upward as if she is failing to get what she needs from me and needs more. She looks like she is drinking water drop by drop from the dew on the leaves after spending a long time in the desert. She pushes her hand into my sash and grasps my manhood. She looks me in the eyes under moonlight. Her gaze is muddy with desire. I grasped her down there to check her readiness. She had worked herself up to a sexual frenzy. She hugs my arms, sniffing, licking, and kissing my neck. I aligned myself with her vagina. She looks at me,

"It's alright, it's the safe days of the month."

She knows I'm a responsible man and I don't want a child that I couldn't take care of. She puts me at ease. I'm fairly big so I have to ease her into accepting me. Because she is taller than me, we can do it while standing. I have enough length to do that. I slowly inserted myself into her womanhood. She took a deep breath as my flesh parted hers open for blessed union. May the gods be praised, she is perfect. Her cheeks crimson red, she lifts a single leg and rocks back and forth. The joy of holy union overcomes her. Driven mad with pleasure she holds her head between her hands. Her eyes shift upwards as if looking back into her skull. She is howling to the moon.

"Ahn, ahn, ahn"

She clasps me tightly with her arms and trembles. She is foaming onto my manhood down there. She clasped my cheeks between her fingers and took my lips forcefully. She is quite bold for a woman. Her breasts are pressing onto me. Those milkers are doing things to me that I never dreamed of existing. I clasped them and started showering them with kisses. She caressed my head while I did so. I turned her around and inserted myself into her once more. I held her by her shoulder with my right hand and her waist with my left. She was already ready for my considerable girth so I pushed myself into her without reservations this time. Her breasts swayed back and forth with every thrust.

"Aaah aaah aaah."

She is enjoying the pounding to an incredible degree. Her head moves like she is going crazy. I am rhythmic and powerful. The sounds of flesh smacking flesh reverberate throughout her body.

"Uuuuh!"

She sprayed herself onto the dirt below, creating little spots of mud. She fell on all fours. She is heaving with labored breaths. She turned to me and smiled. She is thankful to me. I can tell. She crawled to me and put my manhood into her mouth. She will not let me go until I finish too. She is such a kind-hearted woman. Her sweet lips wrapped around my cock as she cleans herself off of me. She lovingly caresses my testicles with her fingers. She adores everything I have to offer. The way she sucks me off is almost worship. She approaches this phallus with the reverence it deserves.

"I'm going to spill my seed, Salma."

Her eyeliner was running down with tears. she cocked her head back and pulled my dick out of her mouth. she stuck her tongue out and jerked me with her hands. my seeds rained down on her face like rain. She is glazed with seed. She licked the vicinity of her lips. "Mmm... salty." She rubbed her face clean with a cloth and kissed me on my cheek. She put her clothes back while talking to me.

"Nazhotep, you were great."

I didn't know you were so passionate. I smiled,

"So I've been told. You aren't anything to underestimate yourself. You almost sucked my spirit out of my dick."

She hugged me from the side and rested her cheek on my head. I just hope she cleaned her face properly.

"Please don't ever despise me. Don't ever leave me. I'll wait for you to become a priest. Meanwhile, I can take care of myself. After you become a priest, we could be together from then on."

She flexed her muscles to me, implying she didn't need my protection all the time. Her body is shiny with sweat, beautified by the moonlight reflecting off her wet skin. There is no better sight to behold for a man. It's an image of a satisfied woman."

"I'll have to take your word for that. Write your father a letter once you reach the next town. Let him know. It's not good to do things behind parent's back unless they are prone to standing in your way all the time."

She nodded. She is still naked and drenched in sweat. Man, we are going to stink until we reach an oasis or a river. We wiped each other with cloth but it was not enough.