Lara broke the kiss, her breath coming in soft pants. "We take care of you, chief," she said, her voice filled with determination. "We make you feel loved."
Tara nodded, her hands moving lower to caress him intimately. "You our chief, our protector. We honor you."
Lyan felt a surge of warmth and connection with these women. Their touches and kisses were not just physical; they were expressions of trust and admiration. He knew that this was a special moment, a bond that would strengthen his connection with the tribe.
Lara guided him to the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She laid down beside him, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and reverence. Tara joined them, her hands continuing to caress and explore.
The room was filled with the soft sounds of their moans and the approving murmurs of the watching women. "He's so vigorous... so enduring," one woman whispered to another, her eyes locked on the trio.
