Chapter 95: Morning Feast
After Aidan awakes next to his wives, the Elder says they are having a feast in his honour from the way he didn't just service them, but clearly cared about all the women, and had prioritised their pleasure.
The announcement sends a ripple through the village, and the air suddenly thickens with anticipation as the scent of roasting meat and spiced herbs drifts from the central fire. Mei and Kioni sit up beside him, their faces alight with a mixture of pride and quiet wonder. "He has spoken," Mei murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, "and the village remembers. They remember what we already knew."
The Elder, a man whose face is carved with the same lines as Nyar's, stands before the gathered crowd. His voice booms, carrying over the murmur of conversation. "The Fountain has not merely filled our spring; he has given us hope. He has shown us the way to life beyond what we thought possible." He gestures toward Aidan, who sits wrapped in a blanket, his body still warm from the day's exertions.
The women of the village erupt into a chorus of cheers, their voices rising in a wild, joyful cacophony. The sound is raw and unfiltered, a mix of laughter and something more primal, something that makes the hairs on Aidan's arms stand on end. Their eyes, however, are not on the Elder or the feast, but on the tentatively concealed bulge in his trousers, barely contained by the thin fabric. Their cheers turn into a low, hungry murmur as they look at him, their eyes dark with a mix of admiration and desire. Mei and Kioni exchange glances, their faces flushed with a mix of pride and a newfound, possessive hunger.
The Elder raises his arms for silence, his voice booming over the murmurs. "The Fountain has given us life. He has shown us the way to a future filled with abundance and joy." The crowd quiets, but not entirely.
Whispers and giggles ripple through the gathering, eyes flicking back to Aidan, to the tented blanket. He shifts uncomfortably, feeling the weight of their gazes, the heat of their hunger. Mei and Kioni, sitting on either side of him, notice the attention, their expressions mirroring a mix of pride and possessiveness. They lean in, one on each side, their hands resting on his thighs, a silent claim.
The Elder continues, "Tonight, we feast! Tonight, we celebrate life, and the Fountain who has brought it back to us!" More cheers erupt, but this time, they're directed at the Elder's words, not Aidan's body. Yet, the undercurrent remains, a palpable tension that makes the air feel charged, electric.
Aidan stands, helped by Mei and Kioni. His legs are wobbly, his body aching from the day's exertions.
Mei and Kioni steady him as he rises, but the moment he stands, the women of the village erupt into a chorus of cheers, their voices rising like a storm of laughter and desire. Their eyes, however, are not on the Elder’s words or the feast, but on the way his trousers cling to the thick, heavy ridge straining against the fabric. Their cheers turn into a low, hungry murmur, a collective sigh of anticipation that seems to ripple through the air, making it thick with unspoken need.
Aidan feels the heat of their gazes like a physical touch, each woman’s eyes tracing the outline of his erection through the thin cloth, their lips parting slightly as if already tasting the forbidden. Mei and Kioni tighten their grip on his arms, their fingers digging in just enough to remind him they are his, but their own eyes are glued to the crowd.
A young bride from the previous day, Kesi, steps forward, her cheeks flushed with excitement and something more. "Fountain," she begins, her voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying in the sudden silence, "can I show them? Can I show the men what happened? How we took you, every inch, and how you filled us, all three holes?" Her eyes flick to his crotch, then back up, a bold, hungry challenge in her gaze.
Aidan feels a surge of protectiveness, a fierce desire to shield Mei and Kioni from the sudden, raw hunger in the air. But he also feels a spark of something else, a dark, primal thrill at the thought of these women seeing what he can do, what he has done.
He looks at Mei and Kioni, their faces a mix of pride and possessiveness, and then back to Kesi, her eyes burning with a hunger he understands all too well. He nods, a slow, deliberate movement.
"Very well," he says, his voice steady despite the sudden surge of adrenaline. "But only if my wives agree." He turns to Mei and Kioni, his gaze softening. "Would you be comfortable with this?
With *all* of us?" Mei asked, her voice low but firm, her dark eyes flicking between Aidan and the crowd. "Because if we do this, it won’t just be Kesi showing them. It’ll be *all* of us." She glanced at Kioni, who nodded once, her expression fierce with possessive pride.
Kesi’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the hem of her tunic. "I’m not sure our husband’s understood just how much pleasure your *gigantic white cock* gave their wives’ pussies, mouths, and assholes," she admitted, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and desire. "I’ve seen the way Mei’s lips swell after you’ve sucked her, the way Kioni’s thighs clench when you’re inside her—*all* of us.