The grove was a world apart, a hidden sanctuary where the village’s rules and prying eyes couldn’t reach. Towering trees formed a cathedral of green, their ancient branches whispering secrets in the breeze, while the distant roar of a waterfall drowned out any stray sounds of indulgence. Neteyam’s heart thundered in his chest as he slipped away from his duties—mending nets, hauling water, being the perfect son of the chief. His braids swayed with every hurried step, the beads clinking softly, a rhythm to match the eager pulse between his thighs. He knew where he was going. He knew who would be waiting.
As he breached the clearing, the sight of Yano’kora and Tane stole the breath from his lungs. They stood like gods carved from obsidian, their massive frames dominating the space, muscles rippling under the dappled sunlight. Their deep, rumbling laughter echoed through the grove as they caught sight of him, their eyes glinting with predatory amusement.
“Well, well,” Yano’kora drawled, her voice a sultry blade cutting through the air. She crossed her arms, her towering height casting a shadow over Neteyam as he approached. “Look who’s come crawling back. The village’s golden boy, sneaking off to play in the dirt with us.”
Tane, leaning against a tree with a lazy smirk, let out a low chuckle. “Always so eager, aren’t you, pup? Panting like a greedy little beast before we’ve even said hello.”
Neteyam’s gaze dropped instantly, drawn like a magnet to the unmistakable bulges straining against their loincloths. His mouth watered, a familiar ache blooming deep in his core, hot and insistent. Without a word, he sank to his knees in the soft moss, the earth cool against his skin. His amber eyes flicked up, meeting theirs with a silent plea.
Yano’kora’s smirk widened, sharp and wicked. She stepped closer, her presence overwhelming, her scent—earthy and wild—flooding his senses. “What’s this? No sweet words today, golden boy? Just gonna drop to your knees and beg with those pretty eyes?”
“Talk, talk, talk,” Neteyam shot back, his voice bratty but thick with need, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips. “If you’ve got so much to say, maybe I should find someone else to keep me busy. Or are you gonna give me what I came for?”
Tane’s laughter was a dark, rumbling growl as he pushed off the tree, closing the distance between them. “Oh, listen to this mouth on you. Careful, pup. Keep running it, and we might just stuff it full to shut you up.”
Yano’kora’s hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of Neteyam’s braids and yanking his head back with a rough tug. He gasped, the sharp sting sending a jolt of heat straight to his groin. Her eyes bore into his, fierce and commanding. “Patience, little slut. You don’t get to rush us. You’ll take what we give, when we give it, and you’ll thank us for every second.”
Neteyam’s breath hitched, his lips parting as he fought the urge to whimper. Tane’s massive hand moved to his loincloth, loosening the fabric with deliberate slowness. The material fell away, revealing the thick, throbbing length beneath, and Neteyam couldn’t hold back the pathetic sound that escaped him. His hands trembled as he reached out instinctively, fingers hovering just shy of touching, his gaze locked on the prize before him.
“Look at you,” Yano’kora taunted, tightening her grip on his braids until his scalp burned. She forced his head back further, making him meet her gaze. “Already a cum-hungry mess and we haven’t even started. Tell me, golden boy, how bad do you want it? Beg for it. I want to hear you break.”
“Please,” Neteyam whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of his desperation. His body trembled, every nerve alight with raw, unfiltered need. “Stop teasing. I can’t—fuck, I need it. Just one taste. Please.”
Tane’s hand moved lazily over himself, stroking with agonizing slowness, letting Neteyam watch every torturous second. His deep voice rumbled like thunder. “Oh, we’ll give it to you, pup. But we’re gonna ruin you first. You’ll be a whimpering wreck before the night’s over, mark my words.”
“I don’t care,” Neteyam gasped, his eyes darting between Tane’s cock and Yano’kora’s unrelenting stare. “Ruin me. Break me. Just stop making me wait. I’ll take it all, I swear.”
Yano’kora and Tane exchanged a wicked, knowing look, a silent agreement passing between them. Yano’kora’s grip on his hair slackened just enough to let him move, but her voice was a steel trap. “You’d better mean that, boy. Every inch. Every drop. You don’t get to tap out.”
Tane stepped closer, the heat of him so near that Neteyam could feel it radiating against his skin. The first brush of Tane’s cock against his lips sent a shiver ripping through him, a muffled moan spilling out as he parted his mouth eagerly, taking what he’d been craving with a hunger that bordered on feral. Yano’kora’s rough commands cut through the haze of lust, her voice a whip-crack of authority. “That’s it, golden boy. Show us how much you need it. Don’t hold back.”
Tane’s deep groans filled the air, mingling with the distant roar of the waterfall as Neteyam lost himself in the primal game they played. The grove held their secret, its ancient trees standing sentinel over their forbidden pleasure, as the trio surrendered to the heat of the moment, the night stretching out before them with promises of more.
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