A recently widowed white wife is taken by an African tribal man.
(Readers note: I do not condone any acts of violent or evil in and outside of the context of what ive written in this story, this writing is a product for entertainment only. A creative work that comes from my extreme urges and fantasy that has been held for so long. WARNING AS WELL THAT THIS STORY HAVE A RATHER EXTREME EXPLICIT ACTIVITIES OF THE BODY, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Also this is my first story that i have uploaded here and english is not my first language please feel free to give a constructive criticism)
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A woman makes his first step on the soil of Africa, flying from Europe through hours she didn’t even bother to count. Her name is Ylva, 32 years of age of Irish descent, as shown by her glowing amber hair and skin as pale as light or snow on the brightest day. She is a widowed woman and a mother of two girls both two years apart from each other and are now middle schoolers. Despite having giving birth to children and accommodating a soft well-off lifestyle, she never wasted time to ensure her figure is more than well taken care off.
Having a homemade gym which she attends to everyday with weights and cardio have led to her being in a prime of her life and health for this one decade and perhaps she hopes in the coming decades more. A figure that complements her hair and skin, and often would be mistaken as another sister to her very own children, praise often came due to that, and it did good to her confidence, especially when her smile that came after led to sultry looks for all men of ages that has caught her in their eyes. Sometimes, people wonder how her late husband could catch her.
A loving wife to an once anthropologist husband, Ronald was his name, born and raised in Britain and he is an avid learner of culture and human biology. A hobby and profession that has led to his life being taken prematurely, only 35 years living in this world before death takes him. It was barely even a while ago that Ylva has seen his face bright and brimming with curiosity in the midst of a tribe in Africa, she was there that day her husband introduces her to a tribe leader of a people isolated in the center of the country. It was a surreal experience to say the least.
Ronald’s skin was never a fan of places where the sun shines a bit to passionately, having been raised in the alps where cold weather came often and well-conditioned life is the norm for him, the harsh temperature of Africa always threatened to turn his white skin to red. Ylva wished that is the only struggle her late husband would have on his endeavor of learning, but being outside of his comfort zone in a land where culture and norms are different to the extreme should’ve make them both thought otherwise.
The funeral has been more than a dreamlike event as well, she cries whilst also being in a state of denial. But she stood strong for her girls who now will live without a father that loved them truly, they all have nothing but fond memories of him. Ronald has always been a bright example to them, always asking questions as much as he answers them. Just so he would always humor his children, with playful and scholarly enthusiasm.
All but memories now.
For the first months, Ylva would spend her time consoling and spending time with her girls. Ensuring they continue on with the days, comforting them when they can’t go to school and urging them to follow their dreams after they have the strength to go outside once more. Even that memory was a while ago and though they eventually spend their time outside their homes with friends and educations, this led to Ylva having to contend with her grief alone and unwilling to take time from her girls, believing that they deserve to have fun outside without her bearing down on them with sadness.
Though not some time after, a letter came from the very same tribe that has accommodated her late husband in Africa, wishing to honor his memory in a ceremony unique to their people. Ylva took this information by surprise, she knows Ronald has a friendly disposition with the tribe, but it is quite shocking that they would go as far as to create this respectful event in his name.
Ylva manages to stay with Ronald in Africa a while ago, he urges her to leave immediately with a sense of alert in his tone, he would’ve elaborated further but the tribal people pulled him to the side with seemingly frustrated tone. She doesn’t know what they are conversing of back then, talking in a language only her husband understands, but before things could escalate further the bodyguards Ronald hired quickly takes her away from the place under his orders and before she knows it, Ylva is back in Europe unharmed and confused.
After that she didn’t get any news from her husband, not even an email until a coworker of his knocked at her door and gave the news of his death and according to what they know, Ronald has been killed due to an opposing tribe attacking him during his studies there with the invaded one. Under the crossfire a spear is planted on his heart and he died quickly in the conflict. And now that very same tribe intended to honor his life.
Being grateful by the event, Ylva accepted the invitation. What she knows of the tribe is little, since she was quickly whisked away before she could have the chance to learn more. Thus, she asked for a leave from her work as a librarian, say farewell to her girls with money enough to last for more than a while and quickly packed her belongings for a stay with the tribe.
She would’ve brought them as well, but Ylva sees that they have been going well with their own routine and didn’t want to disrupt them, especially when they are in the midst of accepting their father’s death. So, she goes alone.
Little does she know it would be a choice that would change her life to the extreme.
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Her choice of outfit is at least compliant to the weather here, wearing a tight white polo shirt and cargo shorts that reaches only to her upper thighs. Though not as decent as her usual wear, common sense dictates wearing a suit and coat to a continent known for its intimate relationship with the sun would be unwise for her ease. Even now with the clothing as little as she braves enough to put on, the heat is still too harsh.
Ylva’s polo shirt is drenched with sweat not even 15 minutes in the environment, clearly, she is still not used on other places with no breezy wind and easy minty chill. The shirt was already tight even before the sweating, but now it became even more with the wet dampness clinging onto her skin. Despite her heavy and daily exercising routine, it only effects everything but her bust in size. They became more firmer but it is still just as large as before. To say that its very pronounced would be an understatement.
Especially when she isn’t wearing any bra or panties in hope to fight against the heat.
The dampness hasn’t reached her shorts yet for now, although she isn’t used to wearing shorts this tightfitting, Ylva thought at first try that it would fit tightly and wouldn’t crease and would stay in place. That is only half the truth now however, as it eventually raised up due to her movement until it barely covers the bottom of her buttocks. Unlike the bust, the bottom has grown larger by exercise, enough for many of her usual lower wear to no longer fit after a while.
Fortunately, it has its uses on making it comfortable when sitting, especially with her not wearing anything underneath.
She found herself admiring her own figure on the mirror before she departs to the tribe, the tone and lines of her back and thighs is very pronounced complimented with her pear-shaped body, even her shoulders and arms accentuate her form, and that was before the sweating. readers on her work place made sure to remind that often, some even go as far to be poetic and say she has a “Heavenly Figure”
Even libraries have their own eccentric characters. Despite her late husband sharing their opinions on her.
She catches a few stray eyes ogling her on her way to the car, unlike in Europe the man in Africa has no subtleties on their staring, they didn’t even bother to hide it. Fortunately, her car is near the airport and she didn’t have to take those gawking for too long.
She managed to rent this one car but it is a modest one, there’s not even an air conditioner so she has to roll down her window. The heat alas is fiercer inside the car and she finds herself unbuttoning a little of the top of her polo until her cleavage is apparent, it helps a little.
The travel was quite long, a few hours at least, on her journey she at least appreciated the great view of all around her. Its clear by the look of the road, being just a wide line of soil and sand, rarely ever been used. Left and right there are just views of mounds and animals littering the lands. She is surprised by the number of trees as well, there are quite more than few greeneries where once she thought it would be deserts to the horizon.
Nothing is more beautiful than the sunset she can peek on the vista though, turning the sky red like a painting as the heat slowly turns to a comfortable warm. Ylva is worried that she wouldn’t be fast enough to arrive to the tribe before evening, she prepared for the heat but woe is she to forgot about the less talked about chill of the African nights. There are trees but they are miniscule compared to the sands, humidity is low and heat dispersed easily to replace with just as extreme cold.
Luckily, she suffered more worrying in imagination than reality, as before the sun could be drowned by the landscape, she saw the many tents and hut far from the edge of her path, deep within the wildlife underneath a large mound seemingly a kilometer from her car. There is no road for her to see as modern civilization is now in a very far distance away of counting and she decided to park her car underneath a large tree.
Its quite easy to see the tribe, as fires have already been lit and they are bright enough that the dark blue sky did not dim it so. She decided to take a regular backpack that houses her essentials and plan to get the rest of her belongings when she finds a place to stay within. The breeze of the night slowly came and it made her realize on how wet she really is.
Her white polo shirt turns a gray-white color due to its transparency, and her ass absorbed her cargo shorts enough for it to become more blatant in its showing. Her pale fair skin is starting to be ******* along with the edges of her areola, the pink clashing with her skin. A tint of embarrassment came to her, but the urgency of finding a place grows greater than it. So, she held her shame and approaches the tribe.
Only to find that there are already scouts waiting for her on the edge of their homes, and they saw her first..
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In truth handling and organizing the funeral of her husband ironically made her forget about the tribe’s peculiarities, she wishes to mourn for him with the last people he put his time to help and in the moments of that notion she did not deign to recall of their cultural custom. She remembered staring from afar of how little tribal life have in quality of life in technicalities, bare in body and activities, but so up-close to them now, she couldn’t help but stared with widened eyes and a blush.
She passes more than a few men and woman as she was escorted to her designated guardian in the tribe, and if she thinks she is indecent now with how she looked, that notion is now overpowered by the very people she sees around her.
In her left Ylva saw many tribal men congregating by more than a few bonfires partaking different activities. Some are conversing with their fellows, laughing at japes and some nodding in a seemingly serious topic. Some are near the fires closing their eyes and putting their hands near the flames, others are taking care of their weapons and tools such as spears and hammers, all things Ylva assumes essential to their daily lives.
But what has taken her attention is truly the bare bodies of those men, with nothing but thin but long loincloth that barely wide enough to reach their thighs, which leaves little to the imagination as sometimes their penises would escape from the very bare cover. Even with as little as a glance, Ylva’s heart stopped beating as she took in the size of their phallus, the largest of them is almost as long as more than half a thigh and the smallest seems to be only a percentage less of the former.
Ylva has to estimate they are 8 to 7 inches in length, with a large width and girth.
The cocks of these African Tribal Men are the only thing that has a semblance of cover on their bodies, everything else is naked. Their bodies are sculpted and chiseled like rock and stone by an artist most renowned, and she can tell that these muscles aren’t for show as calluses and wounds were spread all over them, of sharp cuts and blunt force that they have taken. The deep dark skin that they have emphasizes every line of iron hard physiques.
The truth about Ylva, is that she rarely ever thought to be with someone else but her late husband, her life has been nothing but fulfilling with him. They had a large house, a great income, and an even greater ****** that supports each other. But even then, Ronald was rarely in house, and when he was there for them to consummate their relationship, she often has to finish herself due to her husband’s lack of stamina.
Ronald’s libido was high, but his skills in bed warming is painfully average. To Ylva it was all fine, in marriage they accept each other’s flaw, not everyone can be perfect in everything, and he has been nothing less than accommodating and loving to her. But gazing at these black men and their stunning bodies and manhood led to her mind imagining unfaithful thoughts. In all honesty she knows she is a widow, but even in his death she felt guilty for humoring such things, especially with Ronald’s death as recent as it is and as a good husband as he was.
Though her experience in sex is chaste as the only one who has ever shared her bed is her late husband, thus her vulgar thoughts are nothing but fogs and abstract shapes. Hence it was easier for her to quickly compose herself, and yet in her journey to this guardian of hers, she looks back to those thoughts every so often, she can’t help but think that she is yearning for something. especially as the one that is escorting her right now is within her sight and just as well-endowed as the rest of what she just saw.
It is fortunate that the hut that belongs to this guardian of hers is close enough that she wouldn’t be further flustered by the thoughts.
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When her escort knocked the hut with the blunt edge of his spear it was loud and thrumming, she didn’t expect for a man to create that much sound for such simple movement. But whatever sheepish shock she had by the sound, it was quickly replaced by something else grandeur, as a tall dominating figure emerges from the hut, looming over her as a torch that rested above the entrance of the hut creates a giant shadow that covered her whole being. The tall man said something in the tribal language and her escort immediately bowed with respect and leave with a quick pace.
The tall man stepped forward revealing himself fully, taller by head and shoulder than the other men here. If the many men she saw before was the peak beautiful shape of a man’s body, this one is shaped by something grander entirely. Whatever characteristic she saw to be spectacular before, to this man standing before her those men were meager by comparison. The muscles are brimming with vascularity and are well proportioned with his fat, a superb balance of healthiness and strength.
But as her eyes unwittingly wanders to his nether region, she felt her breath stuck on her throat.
She believed it was impossible, but his black cock almost reaches his knees in length and as wide as her arm, this not mentioning the girth as well. That thing would leave nothing untouched inside a vagina she thought to herself, calculating on her own, it has to be at least 11 or at most 12 inches. A sensation of a wet gush came from between her legs and she instantaneously froze from the feeling, in shock of what she just let happen to herself.
“My name is Inyene” He spoke with a sea deep baritone “You will stay at my.. Home”. His voice awakened her from her Stupor, though her astonishment for his body is replaced by his linguist skill instead. Stuttering in her mind, she struggled on how to reply. The escalation of the event threatened her comfort zone in an unexpected way, she expected something more conventional, not this.
“Do you not understand me?” Inyene questioned, his deep voice demands attention.
“I-I do, I’m sorry.” Ylva said, blinking her eyes heavily to summon as many will she had. “Apologies I did not expect all of this.”
Inyene tilted his head in confusion “Expect what?”
The stutter came again, shaking her head as she tries to speak “I, I just, never seen so many. this is a very sudden experience of a culture, truly, this came as a shock to me. Please, I’m sorry, this is too much.”
Inyene still retains his confused look, though his facial features are still hidden behind a shadow created by the torch.
“Naked men!” She blurted out, just for the hope to end this awkward event. “I’m sorry, I did not expect to see all of this. uhh.”
“Ahh.” Inyene nodded his head, a slight show of a smile crept to him “I understand, this is a normal feeling to have, I know of your tribe doings.” Its apparent that he attempted to find the proper words but insofar Ylva understood him well.
He elaborated briefly that he recognizes the customs of the outside world (meaning the modern world), telling her that there is no need for distress. Inyene told her that it is alright for now to be fearful of the unknown and that is a common occurrence for all the many women that has been taken here from outside the tribe. To them a man being naked is a show of total confidence of his strength and virility, and that there is no evil meaning behind such acts.
He invited her inside his hut so he could explain more clearly, opening the cloth on the entrance with his large hand. His unwavering and deep voice has enamored Ylva, looking at him with eyes she never conveyed to any man he ever met, a longing of some sort that is unknown to her.
She accepted his invitation, but a notion came to her as she walked in, one that made her moderately anxious.
What does Inyene mean by all woman taken from outside the tribe?
When Ylva bear witness the inside of the hut, she finds it rather pleasant. It wasn’t what she was expecting before of huts made from excrement with nothing but arranged soil inside it. In fact, it looks very similar to a high-end motel of a tropical resort. Cloth banner littering the roofs, a king size bed in the center, a makeshift desk on the corner and a carpet made out of a fur or a mane of an animal of some kind amongst other things.
Before she knew it, she was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, whilst Inyene prepared a local custom beverage on the sides. He told her to sit with her legs spread and extended so she could feel more comfortable, but Ylva is too ashamed of the damp feeling she felt on her nether region and feared that a mark could be seen on her white shorts, she even starts to regret not wearing any undergarments.
Inyene came and sit down beside her, with one leg extended and the other leg buckled up for him to rest and lean his arms on it. He puts the wooden mug filled with clear water on the carpet, but as she reaches it, she can’t help but ogle again to his manhood once more, but now she notices the testicles that is hiding behind the shaft. They are even bigger than a baseball! She thought, and wondered as well on how on this good earth a man could walk with that in their life.
The veins on the shaft only makes it look stronger, she can’t imagine the pleasure a woman would have had with that inside them. She once thought size perhaps matter in pleasure but it is irrelevant to her, especially after the love she had with Ronald. But after seeing it now more clearly especially with Inyene’s current siting form, she couldn’t help but wonder a bit to strongly.
The guilt came again as she remembered her husband, if he is watching her now, he would be heartbroken and disappointed. So, she took the drink to cool off a bit of the heat and sweat from the thoughts only to feel another heat came immediately as it reaches her throat. “What is this drink!?” Ylva asked with wide eyes with a bit of cough.
“Not worry. it is a weak drink.” Inyene said “For warming and. Calming the heart. So there no fear.” Even in broken English, the confident suave of him have smitten her, there seems to be no sign of doubt on him. He explained further that he understands that woman of the outside has rarely sees the vigor of men, and that the drink is made strong enough to comfort her but weak enough to not daze her.
“Thank you, Inyene,” She simply said “This is all rather overwhelming to me.”
He nods, unknown to her if he knew what she is saying.
Now with the warm dimmer light of the inside, Ylva can now see clearly on how the man before her looks like. He bears the typical African look that she expected to see but they are on him like a rose growing on a fertile plain. His large lips are seen more luscious with his chiseled jawline, his wide but sharp eyes compliment his large wide nose like a warrior, his hair is a dreadlock that reaches his waist.
In her eyes, she is far from the typical man. And in due time, she would believe it as well.
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When Inyene saw the woman of the dead scholar outside of his hut, it took all his willpower to not let his blood streamed to his cock. Her amber hair and green eyes on her beautiful face would be enough for him to just take her then and there to his bed, and breed her non-stop until she is whelped with his many children. But then he saw her fair pale skin, her voluptuous body and shape.
Other women of the tribe and outside of it that he has taken often have the enticing shape and color of a woman, but the figure before him have that and more.
He can tell that this woman has seen the ways of hard work, every tone and muscle on her body serves to create a more defining shape, the width of her hips and tone of her back and arms already expressed these things, but then he saw the firmness of her thighs, ass and breast, and know that the gods have given her a powerful woman. When his fellow tribes’ men speak of her beauty from afar, he did not believe it, nor did he had a chance to see her before the cursed scholar urges her to be away. But now he knows for sure that it is true, and it was the right choice to invite her here.
He truly wishes to let impatience won, but he is currently one of the strongest champions of the tribe, and following the ceremony with this woman to make her his concubine will further elevate his position and image in the tribe.
So Inyene chooses to hold his hunger for a day.
Another thing is that this woman who calls herself Ylva still feels uneasy with the situation, which is common for anyone outside the tribe, their routines are weak, powerful acts would of course discomfort them. So just like the usual, he puts his practiced charm into action, the same routine that had led to him bedding many women of the outside.
He could take her right now, but he wouldn’t be at his high stature if he does such a common act even if it is expected.
So, he started the process, and sat down in the way that his phallus would be shown clearly on her eye sight. The effect was immediate, Ylva ogled his member with sultry eyes and with her hands above her thighs clenching, though she escaped the feeling not a moment after. This is a good sign in overall to Inyene, it wouldn’t be long until her mouth will eventually wash his shaft and jewels with pleasure.
So, for the hours after sunset, Inyene and Ylva would converse regarding all things about the tribe and each other.
Curious about her dead husband works, she questioned of his stay here, of what he learned and the last moments he had in the tribe. Inyene can tell that a great amount of love still lingers in the woman’s heart, but that is just a challenge he enjoys to topple. He found great pleasure in conquering a woman and making her belittle her husband, this act of defilement always adds to the numerous pleasures in soiling them with his seeds, Inyene imagined that this would be his greatest work yet.
So, he speaks of the usual topics, of the tribes calling, of its purpose, of its strength. and of course, of her dead husband that he taken care of instead, but she doesn’t need to know that last part. yet
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Ylva feels like that she is slowly being seduced by the snake that lingers between Inyene’s legs, it terrifies her that she is starting to feel less shameful in staring at his black 12-inch cock. But despite this feeling of seduction, the words and stories that came out of his lips still put a shock to her being.
She knows of the barbaric way of life one could have before the advent of the industrial era, but to listen to it so crassly before her, especially by a man so self-assured and prideful in elaborating them as he is handsome, made her feel very surreal. The taboo that Inyene describe have done nothing but takes most of her attention from his manhood.
Inyene spoke of his tribe growth and legends, of its culture of war and conquest. He speaks of the invasion of many tribes across Africa. The man of his tribe, which Is called the Almagtig. Trained their boys and men until death to be the greatest warriors on the planet. Every day after waking and to their slumber a man will take his chosen weapon and train with it, pick the heaviest weight, fight until they can no longer stand, and run until they can no longer move, after which they would rest until they can do so again.
All to create the best warrior known to men.
The woman of the tribe of course would pick the greatest of the men, the strongest and the manliest. If a man would be found lacking in such a thing, they would be exiled to preserve the strength of the Almagtig tribe.
All of this is repeated throughout the centuries and are still practiced today.
Hence the existence of a man before Ylva right now. Strong and Virile Ylva thought.
Inyene informed her of everything, of the tribe’s food, customs such as dancing and practices. But all of them is but trivial knowledge, compared to one specific topic Inyene has deign to elaborate to her.
The taking of woman.
He describes how the tribe would pick and mate with the fairer sex and how they court them. They would raid or conquer rival tribe or nation, and take their woman as the main goal of their attack. Food, water and land means little to the tribe for if they want them, in their eyes they could simply just conquer whatever around if necessary and the days will pass as usual. The woman however will always be the most wanted prize.
The strength to fight, the skill to provide and the charisma to lead is what makes a great man to the Almagtig tribe, yes. But in order for a man to be Fully Whole, only a woman could provide for such a thing, only a woman can emphasize the distinction of a man, only a woman’s body can create life and hold them, and a man can only create a life of his own likeness by conquering and owning a woman, thus the tribe believe a woman is a great indication of a man.
As Inyene said this, Ylva caught a glimpse of his black cock throbbing slightly, it was in the process of being erect, and she felt a mix of guilt and excitement due to it. The truth is, the story Inyene just told also pushes her groin to ecstasy, she always thought of herself to be a disciplined woman, but this conversation has led to her recognizing a new feeling, or perhaps a feeling or urges that is kept away from her through her own shame, and at this moment she wanted so bad for it to be released.
But Ronald.
Inyene continued on with his telling, this time a sly smile came to his face, and the words that comes after amplified Ylva’s euphoria.
He told of how a man of the Almagtig tribe would take a woman’s heart and body, after being taken whether by force or seduction they would take them to their huts, and ravage their mouth.
Inyene emphasizes on this act strongly. The man would kiss the bride passionately.
Inyene spoke that the consummating of a man and a woman through the woman’s womb and a man’s phallus is the most appealing act, that is true. But a kiss is where true love and passion would arise with fervor. To the tribe, a woman’s figure is seen as clean and pure by nature, as a man in the tribe is usually the one trained for battle against life and man, not the woman. Yet even then, a woman with a shapely and toned body would be seen as a great prize as that would mean stronger and healthier children.
A man’s body however is filled with strength but also filth, due to training and battle. Sins, grimes and other manners of dirty things would accumulate on a man’s body from their bouts on daily life. The man of the tribe would embrace this, as the filth will also strengthen their body as well as mind, making it more immune to diseases, whilst as well as prove of the men’s strength, showing no illness may take his life.
Hence the kiss is the most passionate act according to the tribe. it is where a woman eats, speak and sing. A kiss is a sign of true affection as it is not needed to create a child, hence the obsession of it by the tribe that loves to conquer, a kiss is a sign of total devotion as it is made for things other than sexual pleasure but sexual pleasure could be taken from it.
A man would take a woman to his bed with a kiss before they would copulate with their genitals. A kiss is a sign of conquering and acceptance, a man will lock their lips into their woman and thrust his tongue inside her. They would kiss in a way for the man to show their love of a woman’s body, and ensure there is a fluid exchange, which would mean the woman will consume and accepts the man’s filth into her mouth and just so be marked as an owned woman.
After which the woman will be bred at the same time, indicating a total victory to the man of a woman’s body and heart by taking pleasure from her mouth and breeding their wombs with the tribe man’s seed. The woman in turn would fall in love with the man and would give birth to as many children as they can as prove of their love until they are sated.
A strong silence came after Inyene told the story.
Both of them look to each other with heavy breathes and craving of the body.
Ylva felt her common sense leaving her mind, she intended to sip the drink Inyene gave her to calm herself but find the mug to be empty. She feels tipsy, but just a bit, still far from being ***** and fully still conscious like she never drank. But the warmness of it made her feel hotter on her sacred places, and she finds Inyene’s figure becoming more irresistible.
The truth is Inyene did not put anything in the drink other than a naturally made soft alcohol, he has utter confidence and faith he could win any woman. He has brave through many dangers and bred hundreds of children on many beautiful women, but Ylva would be his greatest conquest yet, she has the fabled beauty of the west that he needed to defile. For he has taken many European woman as well and made each of them birth dozens deep dark-skinned children that looks little like their mother.
The contrast of the color of the babies they birth pleasured Inyene greatly, to find his seed so strong that it would defile the woman’s body and made them birth a bloodline with no traits of the west gives him fire no other acts has done.
Inyene and Ylva has been talking for hours and hours.
Whatever little patience he had is now gone. His hunger takes over him.
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When Ylva saw Inyene grabs her, putting his hand behind her neck and pulled her into a kiss, she entered a state of shock and awe. She did not react to escape nor did she flinch away from him in fear. Instead, she sat still as she saw him lunge, complimented with a sudden increase of dampness between her legs. Their lips lock and for a moment she embraced the kiss. But the thought of her dead husband returned to her and she tries to push Inyene away, turning her head to the side and breaking their kiss.
“Stop.” She said, with a moan and a blush that are very apparent “Please no. My husband.”
Inyene grabbed her by the hair, their faces so close to each other their eyes locked. “No, No husband. Husband dead. You are with me now.” He said, with voice of authority that weakens Ylva’s resolve.
“But. I’m here for my husband. You can’t do this.” She replied, trying to recall any loving memories of Ronald as she could to quell away the lustful thoughts. “He just died. This is wrong. I am here for him.”
“He is not here.” Inyene said with an absolute tone “I am here, you are promised to dead husband no longer.” With that said, Ylva’s thought attempted to justify these vulgar acts, trying to convince herself that this is alright as Inyene said. Her husband has died and thus there would be no longer any oath to keep, no more faithfulness to hold, and little by little her resolve to resist him dissipates. Loving thoughts of her husband that remains slowly whisked away by lust, including the thought of her own girls..
Inyene kisses her neck and cheek, the sound of his lips tasting her body is loud enough for her to hear. She kept trying to avoid him but the strength of her arms trying to push him away is no different than a fox trying to push an elephant, the difference in strength is so wide, even that fact excites her lust more and more.
Finally whatever resolve Ylva had is not enough to hold her lust, the hunger she held due to the unsatisfying sex she had with her husband is at last, indulged. Inyene is just too beautiful to her now.
She lets him take her mouth, their lips locked once more and the arms that once was pushing Inyene away now caress the muscles on his body. The movement of their mouths is wild, he kept licking and kissing the surfaces of her lips, she as well endeavored to do the same, licking his lips and often does the tips of their tongue touched.
Inyene releases himself from the kiss and Ylva moaned with disappointment from the sudden stop, “Why did you stop?” She asked. She sees his eyes wandering down to her body and she felt a surge of passion from his gazing. She as well felt her nipples wanting to pierce through the tight polo shirt and her pussy drenching her shorts outrageously.
Inyene saw this, without letting go of her glowing amber hair, he uses his other hand to twist her shirt and shorts, ripping them apart as easy as ripping paper. The barbaric sensual act forced an orgasm out of Ylva, now being bare naked with nothing shielding her from Inyene’s skin, she felt the gush runs down her leg like a little waterfall. Inyene carried her by the waist and throws her so easily to the bed.
Ylva instinctively spread her legs as wide as she could as she lay on her back, her bare pink and tight puffy pussy is out in the open for Inyene to see, and so are her breasts dangling firmly and free, enticing him. Inyene loomed over her, his deep ebony skin and chiseled body that showed all of his scars and wounds made her push out more liquid from her womb. The gargantuan black cock is now erect fully, seeds spilling from the tip, thick and great in volume. Is that just the pre-cum!? Ylva manages to think.
With a growl Inyene lunges to her, locking her legs with his to keep them spread fully, his hand grabbing her hair again, and with that their mouths locked to each other again. Ylva reciprocating Inyene hungrily, kissing him in the most vulgar way she knows. Biting his lips and licking them as well. She felt the shaft of his cock so large it rests on her stomach and his huge testicles is on the surface of her pussy.
Inyene made a thrusting motion outside of her, covering his cock with the liquid that is gushing out of her. He made no move yet to enter her womb, letting the scent and shape of his cock, caked outside of it, as her puffy lips helps rubbing the pussy juice on his shaft like a sponge. Instead, His kiss grows wilder and fierce.
He pulled out of the kiss and pulled Ylva’s hair roughly, her lips opened wide as she moaned loud, and with that Inyene pushed with his own and entered her mouth. He is now savagely ravaging the insides of her mouth walls with his tongue. He intends to go further into her, his head moving rhythmically in order to push his tongue deeper, she as well reciprocates his movement.
Various sounds of squelching came from their loving embrace, both of their tongues licking every part of the walls in their mouth. But Inyene is just too much for Ylva, his tongue reaches her uvula, licking everything inside heavily as he forcefully wraps his tongue around hers, she could taste every bit of his mouth. Musky and flavorful, it is impossible for her to close her lips, Inyene leaves no chance for her to do so, all she could do is to make a sucking motion with her mouth and tongue to add more to their pleasure.
Overcome by the feeling, Ylva pushed her hips upwards to rub herself off on his cock. The puffy lips of her pussy and her clitoris making friction on Inyene’s testicles. She shakes and shuddered from orgasm after orgasm, sometimes multiple climaxes at the same time from all the senses and pleasure nerves that are being overwhelmed. Her breast and skin being grinded by Inyene’s black muscular figure.
As the moments passed, Inyene starts rub his cock against Ylva desperately, even the throb from his veins can be felt from her pussy lips, the open kiss is starting to get more fierce, both of their heads moving unnaturally from side to side as Ylva tongue is hopelessly battling against Inyene’s. bubbling spit is starting to show from the side of their cheeks.
Until once again, Inyene break off their loving embrace.
Ylva immediately moaned in torment, having her pleasures and euphoria taken away from her so suddenly.
And then he spoke.
Inyene no longer have the will to hold back his wanton and tremendous lust, his overwhelming ego takes over. “Your husband. I take his life.” he said, with a twisted smile on her face showing his fanged teeth “I lie. No honor ceremony for dead husband, only fuck!”
Ylva despite being in a state of euphoria, heard all the words he said, and closed her eyes in anguish. “You monster!” She spoke, softly groaning as she did. “Why My Husband?” It was a set of questions that needed no answering, she knows why, but he told her anyway.
“I want you; I will have you. Your husband in my way, push you away from me. now I pushed him away from you. Now I will take you, and now you will bear my children.” Inyene said in absolute, and he did not bother for any further elaboration after that. With that Ylva’s mind returned to its most primordial instinct. A twisted combination of flattery and horny coming in droves to her soul, the sick circumstances of being satisfied by the one who has taken her husband away from her adds to the taboo and thus amplified her bliss more. Try as she might now to stand and escape, she could not do it. Inyene has introduced her to pleasures she had never known and can’t live without.
Despite all the love Ronald has given her, all the memories they had together, and of her girls that she didn’t want to disappoint, she wanted more of what Inyene has given her, she needed to feel this unknown pleasure. Though great guilt came to her mind, her craving overtaken it entirely, and now all she needs is to be claimed by Inyene again. “Please. just do it. Just take me!” She pleaded, but what he asked for her next would shatter her.
“Say the words!” Inyene said. “Say that you love my cock more than your husband, say that you want my cock more than your husband. Say that you will give birth to my children to mock your dead husband!”
Ylva’s heart beats so fast that she could hear them, what he asked of her is truly debased and vile, it is not enough for Inyene to take her body, he has to take everything, her heart, her soul and her life. He wanted her to forget about everything that she loved of her late husband for Inyene’s beautiful black cock.
But whatever wisdom she had left in her mind is not enough for her to be sensical, and her heart yearns more for Inyene. “Yes! I love your cock! I love it more than my husband!” Already her pussy is throbbing for her to let go of everything, and as she said the last words, her womb by instinct opened its cervix wider. “And! I need to give birth to your beautiful black children!” It was like a dam that was broken by thunder, Ylva exhaled her breath softly as if she felt a burden is freed from within her.
As Inyene heard those words, the most barbaric part of his nature was released. He will not wait until she is his concubine as tradition demands, he will take her here and now! The veins on his gargantuan dark cock become more pronounced, the stiffness of his shaft is now as hard as iron and the tip is gushing with volumes of seminal fluids. He lunges at her and the bed creeks heavily with his weight.
There was no preparation for Ylva, as soon as Inyene is on top of her again, he immediately plunges deep into her womb, the tip touching the open lips of her cervix waiting for his seeds. Her cunt that was once only entered by Ronald is now being spread apart by Inyene’s gargantuan cock, not one part of her sweet sugar walls was left untouched, going and touching further than Ronald’s cock can ever go. The friction that Inyene creates an orgasm with each thrust, there is no mercy for her.
She screamed with utter pleasure and pain, although the pain itself amplified the pleasure. With her mouth wide opened again she felt his mouth and tongue instantaneously inside hers, she did not bother to closed her eyes, they locked their sight to each other’s eyes as the filthy noises of their mouths conjoined with the voices of their grunts and moans.
What is worse is that from each thrust Inyene’s cock is also releasing cum after cum inside of her womb, even without climaxing he gave slight ejaculations after the other, his testicles are already pooling with an outrageous amount of sperm, due to the tribal practice of letting the strong thrive has led to an evolution of strong black men that is dozens stronger than great ordinary men and has hormones just as great.
It was just this morning Inyene has impregnated a light skinned Arabian woman that has fled from a war years ago, she has already given birth to 4 of his babies, children all deep dark black and looks exactly like him except for a few traits. And now his gonads are filled to the brim again, ready to breed dozens of women once more.
But this night, she will only release all of his cum to this white woman, all of it will be filled in Ylva’s sweet uterus, because he wants her to carry his children, he needs her to surrender and give birth with children that looks almost nothing like her, very black and very African child that has a little of her semblance, as prove that her womb has been conquered.
More than that there is a vindictive determination in him, complimented with his animalistic instinct that is driving his body now. Inyene doesn’t want to only to fuck her, he wants to defile her completely, to leave nothing clean on her body and soul, to keep pounding her until his sins becomes her sins, until all his filth fully corrupts her. He needs to have all of her being to become utterly dirty because of his use, He wants her to completely forgot about her late husband and fully devote herself to this utter barbaric fucking.
Because Ylva to him is not just gorgeous, she is utterly voluptuous beyond any woman he has ever seen. Because he revels on the notion that she would be devoted to him and discarding her old ****** as trash, he took pride in making her emasculate her own late husband. His heart right now is beating just as fast as she is as she kept pushing her hips upward to meet his pace, maximizing the pleasure as much as she can. climax after climax came to her, rewarding her every action to further accept his shaft.
Eventually, the concept of reason and sense is fully gone from them to make way for wild abandon and sheer excessive lust. The sound of muffled moaning became louder and ferocious as they kiss viciously, Inyene’s mouth began to froth as saliva starts to accumulate, Ylva has no choice but to accept and swallow all of it as his tongue coiled with hers, their mouths perfectly connected with no hope for any of Inyene’s fluids to go other than into her throat hole.
At the same time Ylva felt his thrusting becoming more frenzied and furious, the full force of his gargantuan black cock is fully inside of her with each penetration, attacking her cervix with his seminal fluids without mercy. But something more is about to come, the throbbing of his shaft is becoming more distinct and stronger, and it has become even harder than before.
Both of them knows what this means, the man himself is about to reach his ultimate climax. The cum that came from each thrust has enough baby batter enough to bred her, but his true ejaculation in the coming moment would soil her forever.
And then it came.
Inyene’s body began to quake and after more than few brutal thrusts, he plunges his entire cock as deep as he can into her uterus, until his huge testicles is fully smooching with Ylva's puffy cunt lips. She as well in turn reflexively clenched his full shaft with her honeyed vaginal walls, both of them screamed into each other’s mouth.
Inyene’s testicles made contractions after contractions, it spasmed so hard it wrinkled the skin until it clings onto the gonads itself, and Ylva as well has reached her greatest orgasm, shuddering with outrageous euphoria as she felt that very same contraction from every pore of Inyene's full genitalia, inside and out. Both of his hands held Ylva by the wrist, holding her body in place, he held her with great strength until the only thing that can move from her body is her own head and mouth as it dances to accommodate Inyene’s violent kiss.
His climax is exceptionally vigorous, his buttocks becoming firmer as he planted himself so deep inside her, Ylva cannot even thrust her hips upward to him. The amount he released inside her is mind boggling to her, Inyene’s regular thrust gave so much, but his climax released so much of it, comparing the two would be no different than comparing a lake to an ocean.
She felt every rope of cum ejaculated directly into her cervix opening, a liquid so thick it would inevitably clog her womb, the chance of pregnancy is absolute and she embraces that completely. She moaned from each wave of spurt and spasm that she could feel and as her cunt is doing the work to be served and used by Inyene’s cock, her mouth is still doing the same to Inyene's own. Still locking eyes and mouths, Ylva gave him the sluttiest look she ever gave to a man, as she swallowed every bile of his spit that he discharged into her throat, just as she is taking every solid filthy cum his cock shoots into her cervix entrance.
They stayed in that position for so long, moaning and groaning passionately, even after Inyene's massive climax, he did not want to stop there. He continued the desperate thrusting, he wants every bit of his seeds inside, he would raise his hips up until the tip of his cock is almost out of her pussy lips and plunge himself fully into her again, and he did so repeatedly, each thrust bringing orgasm to Ylva, and her clenching vaginal walls squeezing the seeds out of him.
And for each thrust he gave her, She would suck and gulp more and more of any liquid that escapes Inyene's mouth and that would excite him more. They realize now how compatible their bodies are to each other, both know how to excite one another, bringing numerous orgasms as they continue their fucking.
Because to Inyene and Ylva right now, they weren't just making love, this isn't just sex, this is pure passionate Fucking. Despite her declaration to bear Inyene's children and despite his need to breed Ylva, what they truly love about this Fucking is how amazing it felt having their bodies being pleasured like an animal that knows nothing but the bliss of the flesh.
But eventually, after a long moment, Inyene has emptied everything he has inside of her. He parted his lips from her, only to find his saliva still pooling inside her mouth still slowly being swallowed. He released his still hard cock from her uterus, a line of Ylva’s pussy juice clings to the tip of it, but none of his cum escaped from inside of her, every seed of his is inside her cunt being absorbed.
Just so the words and saying of the tribe is proven true, as only a woman could make Inyene feel this way, his ego is in the clouds as he gazes onto Ylva who is awake but is slowly drifting into sleep. Her legs still spread apart and open and his own drool trailing down from her mouth to her cheeks. Her cunt that was once as tight and pink as a virgin and a vice is now a gaping hole broken and dirty from excessive use, some parts of her skin and breasts are red and bruised due to the merciless friction of his body as he pounded her.
He sat down beside her tired form caressing her body from head to toe, appreciating her beauty. For now, however, the tone and muscle of her body still brings out the feminine strength she has as she still look the part of a gorgeous fay, especially so with her pale fair skin. Inyene felt a surge of pride as he looks to Ylva’s defiled body, appreciating the view as long as he can. Usually emptying that amount of cum is reserved for dozens of woman that he has, but for today, Ylva has just too great of a body to not be heavily fucked and the conquering of her heart is so emboldening to him that he can't just let it go.
Either way, It is clear that she is bred with his child, and he eagerly waits for that proof of desecration of her body and heart to be birthed.
Inyene took off outside for more training to strengthen himself. leaving her completely naked in his hut.
But before that he planted another kiss to Ylva, and she groaned softly as she eagerly gulps another wave of his saliva.
For Ylva, the only sensation and memory she has at this time is of carnality, whatever loving recollection of her ******, especially her husband is pushed back to the wayside.
For now, she wants to forget about her griefs and regret, she wants only to be owned and defiled by Inyene.
(Readers note: I do not condone any acts of violent or evil in and outside of the context of what ive written in this story, this writing is a product for entertainment only. A creative work that comes from my extreme urges and fantasy that has been held for so long. WARNING AS WELL THAT THIS STORY HAVE A RATHER EXTREME EXPLICIT ACTIVITIES OF THE BODY, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Also this is my first story that i have uploaded here and english is not my first language please feel free to give a constructive criticism)
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A woman makes his first step on the soil of Africa, flying from Europe through hours she didn’t even bother to count. Her name is Ylva, 32 years of age of Irish descent, as shown by her glowing amber hair and skin as pale as light or snow on the brightest day. She is a widowed woman and a mother of two girls both two years apart from each other and are now middle schoolers. Despite having giving birth to children and accommodating a soft well-off lifestyle, she never wasted time to ensure her figure is more than well taken care off.Having a homemade gym which she attends to everyday with weights and cardio have led to her being in a prime of her life and health for this one decade and perhaps she hopes in the coming decades more. A figure that complements her hair and skin, and often would be mistaken as another sister to her very own children, praise often came due to that, and it did good to her confidence, especially when her smile that came after led to sultry looks for all men of ages that has caught her in their eyes. Sometimes, people wonder how her late husband could catch her.
A loving wife to an once anthropologist husband, Ronald was his name, born and raised in Britain and he is an avid learner of culture and human biology. A hobby and profession that has led to his life being taken prematurely, only 35 years living in this world before death takes him. It was barely even a while ago that Ylva has seen his face bright and brimming with curiosity in the midst of a tribe in Africa, she was there that day her husband introduces her to a tribe leader of a people isolated in the center of the country. It was a surreal experience to say the least.
Ronald’s skin was never a fan of places where the sun shines a bit to passionately, having been raised in the alps where cold weather came often and well-conditioned life is the norm for him, the harsh temperature of Africa always threatened to turn his white skin to red. Ylva wished that is the only struggle her late husband would have on his endeavor of learning, but being outside of his comfort zone in a land where culture and norms are different to the extreme should’ve make them both thought otherwise.
The funeral has been more than a dreamlike event as well, she cries whilst also being in a state of denial. But she stood strong for her girls who now will live without a father that loved them truly, they all have nothing but fond memories of him. Ronald has always been a bright example to them, always asking questions as much as he answers them. Just so he would always humor his children, with playful and scholarly enthusiasm.
All but memories now.
For the first months, Ylva would spend her time consoling and spending time with her girls. Ensuring they continue on with the days, comforting them when they can’t go to school and urging them to follow their dreams after they have the strength to go outside once more. Even that memory was a while ago and though they eventually spend their time outside their homes with friends and educations, this led to Ylva having to contend with her grief alone and unwilling to take time from her girls, believing that they deserve to have fun outside without her bearing down on them with sadness.
Though not some time after, a letter came from the very same tribe that has accommodated her late husband in Africa, wishing to honor his memory in a ceremony unique to their people. Ylva took this information by surprise, she knows Ronald has a friendly disposition with the tribe, but it is quite shocking that they would go as far as to create this respectful event in his name.
Ylva manages to stay with Ronald in Africa a while ago, he urges her to leave immediately with a sense of alert in his tone, he would’ve elaborated further but the tribal people pulled him to the side with seemingly frustrated tone. She doesn’t know what they are conversing of back then, talking in a language only her husband understands, but before things could escalate further the bodyguards Ronald hired quickly takes her away from the place under his orders and before she knows it, Ylva is back in Europe unharmed and confused.
After that she didn’t get any news from her husband, not even an email until a coworker of his knocked at her door and gave the news of his death and according to what they know, Ronald has been killed due to an opposing tribe attacking him during his studies there with the invaded one. Under the crossfire a spear is planted on his heart and he died quickly in the conflict. And now that very same tribe intended to honor his life.
Being grateful by the event, Ylva accepted the invitation. What she knows of the tribe is little, since she was quickly whisked away before she could have the chance to learn more. Thus, she asked for a leave from her work as a librarian, say farewell to her girls with money enough to last for more than a while and quickly packed her belongings for a stay with the tribe.
She would’ve brought them as well, but Ylva sees that they have been going well with their own routine and didn’t want to disrupt them, especially when they are in the midst of accepting their father’s death. So, she goes alone.
Little does she know it would be a choice that would change her life to the extreme.
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Her choice of outfit is at least compliant to the weather here, wearing a tight white polo shirt and cargo shorts that reaches only to her upper thighs. Though not as decent as her usual wear, common sense dictates wearing a suit and coat to a continent known for its intimate relationship with the sun would be unwise for her ease. Even now with the clothing as little as she braves enough to put on, the heat is still too harsh.
Ylva’s polo shirt is drenched with sweat not even 15 minutes in the environment, clearly, she is still not used on other places with no breezy wind and easy minty chill. The shirt was already tight even before the sweating, but now it became even more with the wet dampness clinging onto her skin. Despite her heavy and daily exercising routine, it only effects everything but her bust in size. They became more firmer but it is still just as large as before. To say that its very pronounced would be an understatement.
Especially when she isn’t wearing any bra or panties in hope to fight against the heat.
The dampness hasn’t reached her shorts yet for now, although she isn’t used to wearing shorts this tightfitting, Ylva thought at first try that it would fit tightly and wouldn’t crease and would stay in place. That is only half the truth now however, as it eventually raised up due to her movement until it barely covers the bottom of her buttocks. Unlike the bust, the bottom has grown larger by exercise, enough for many of her usual lower wear to no longer fit after a while.
Fortunately, it has its uses on making it comfortable when sitting, especially with her not wearing anything underneath.
She found herself admiring her own figure on the mirror before she departs to the tribe, the tone and lines of her back and thighs is very pronounced complimented with her pear-shaped body, even her shoulders and arms accentuate her form, and that was before the sweating. readers on her work place made sure to remind that often, some even go as far to be poetic and say she has a “Heavenly Figure”
Even libraries have their own eccentric characters. Despite her late husband sharing their opinions on her.
She catches a few stray eyes ogling her on her way to the car, unlike in Europe the man in Africa has no subtleties on their staring, they didn’t even bother to hide it. Fortunately, her car is near the airport and she didn’t have to take those gawking for too long.
She managed to rent this one car but it is a modest one, there’s not even an air conditioner so she has to roll down her window. The heat alas is fiercer inside the car and she finds herself unbuttoning a little of the top of her polo until her cleavage is apparent, it helps a little.
The travel was quite long, a few hours at least, on her journey she at least appreciated the great view of all around her. Its clear by the look of the road, being just a wide line of soil and sand, rarely ever been used. Left and right there are just views of mounds and animals littering the lands. She is surprised by the number of trees as well, there are quite more than few greeneries where once she thought it would be deserts to the horizon.
Nothing is more beautiful than the sunset she can peek on the vista though, turning the sky red like a painting as the heat slowly turns to a comfortable warm. Ylva is worried that she wouldn’t be fast enough to arrive to the tribe before evening, she prepared for the heat but woe is she to forgot about the less talked about chill of the African nights. There are trees but they are miniscule compared to the sands, humidity is low and heat dispersed easily to replace with just as extreme cold.
Luckily, she suffered more worrying in imagination than reality, as before the sun could be drowned by the landscape, she saw the many tents and hut far from the edge of her path, deep within the wildlife underneath a large mound seemingly a kilometer from her car. There is no road for her to see as modern civilization is now in a very far distance away of counting and she decided to park her car underneath a large tree.
Its quite easy to see the tribe, as fires have already been lit and they are bright enough that the dark blue sky did not dim it so. She decided to take a regular backpack that houses her essentials and plan to get the rest of her belongings when she finds a place to stay within. The breeze of the night slowly came and it made her realize on how wet she really is.
Her white polo shirt turns a gray-white color due to its transparency, and her ass absorbed her cargo shorts enough for it to become more blatant in its showing. Her pale fair skin is starting to be ******* along with the edges of her areola, the pink clashing with her skin. A tint of embarrassment came to her, but the urgency of finding a place grows greater than it. So, she held her shame and approaches the tribe.
Only to find that there are already scouts waiting for her on the edge of their homes, and they saw her first..
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In truth handling and organizing the funeral of her husband ironically made her forget about the tribe’s peculiarities, she wishes to mourn for him with the last people he put his time to help and in the moments of that notion she did not deign to recall of their cultural custom. She remembered staring from afar of how little tribal life have in quality of life in technicalities, bare in body and activities, but so up-close to them now, she couldn’t help but stared with widened eyes and a blush.
She passes more than a few men and woman as she was escorted to her designated guardian in the tribe, and if she thinks she is indecent now with how she looked, that notion is now overpowered by the very people she sees around her.
In her left Ylva saw many tribal men congregating by more than a few bonfires partaking different activities. Some are conversing with their fellows, laughing at japes and some nodding in a seemingly serious topic. Some are near the fires closing their eyes and putting their hands near the flames, others are taking care of their weapons and tools such as spears and hammers, all things Ylva assumes essential to their daily lives.
But what has taken her attention is truly the bare bodies of those men, with nothing but thin but long loincloth that barely wide enough to reach their thighs, which leaves little to the imagination as sometimes their penises would escape from the very bare cover. Even with as little as a glance, Ylva’s heart stopped beating as she took in the size of their phallus, the largest of them is almost as long as more than half a thigh and the smallest seems to be only a percentage less of the former.
Ylva has to estimate they are 8 to 7 inches in length, with a large width and girth.
The cocks of these African Tribal Men are the only thing that has a semblance of cover on their bodies, everything else is naked. Their bodies are sculpted and chiseled like rock and stone by an artist most renowned, and she can tell that these muscles aren’t for show as calluses and wounds were spread all over them, of sharp cuts and blunt force that they have taken. The deep dark skin that they have emphasizes every line of iron hard physiques.
The truth about Ylva, is that she rarely ever thought to be with someone else but her late husband, her life has been nothing but fulfilling with him. They had a large house, a great income, and an even greater ****** that supports each other. But even then, Ronald was rarely in house, and when he was there for them to consummate their relationship, she often has to finish herself due to her husband’s lack of stamina.
Ronald’s libido was high, but his skills in bed warming is painfully average. To Ylva it was all fine, in marriage they accept each other’s flaw, not everyone can be perfect in everything, and he has been nothing less than accommodating and loving to her. But gazing at these black men and their stunning bodies and manhood led to her mind imagining unfaithful thoughts. In all honesty she knows she is a widow, but even in his death she felt guilty for humoring such things, especially with Ronald’s death as recent as it is and as a good husband as he was.
Though her experience in sex is chaste as the only one who has ever shared her bed is her late husband, thus her vulgar thoughts are nothing but fogs and abstract shapes. Hence it was easier for her to quickly compose herself, and yet in her journey to this guardian of hers, she looks back to those thoughts every so often, she can’t help but think that she is yearning for something. especially as the one that is escorting her right now is within her sight and just as well-endowed as the rest of what she just saw.
It is fortunate that the hut that belongs to this guardian of hers is close enough that she wouldn’t be further flustered by the thoughts.
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When her escort knocked the hut with the blunt edge of his spear it was loud and thrumming, she didn’t expect for a man to create that much sound for such simple movement. But whatever sheepish shock she had by the sound, it was quickly replaced by something else grandeur, as a tall dominating figure emerges from the hut, looming over her as a torch that rested above the entrance of the hut creates a giant shadow that covered her whole being. The tall man said something in the tribal language and her escort immediately bowed with respect and leave with a quick pace.
The tall man stepped forward revealing himself fully, taller by head and shoulder than the other men here. If the many men she saw before was the peak beautiful shape of a man’s body, this one is shaped by something grander entirely. Whatever characteristic she saw to be spectacular before, to this man standing before her those men were meager by comparison. The muscles are brimming with vascularity and are well proportioned with his fat, a superb balance of healthiness and strength.
But as her eyes unwittingly wanders to his nether region, she felt her breath stuck on her throat.
She believed it was impossible, but his black cock almost reaches his knees in length and as wide as her arm, this not mentioning the girth as well. That thing would leave nothing untouched inside a vagina she thought to herself, calculating on her own, it has to be at least 11 or at most 12 inches. A sensation of a wet gush came from between her legs and she instantaneously froze from the feeling, in shock of what she just let happen to herself.
“My name is Inyene” He spoke with a sea deep baritone “You will stay at my.. Home”. His voice awakened her from her Stupor, though her astonishment for his body is replaced by his linguist skill instead. Stuttering in her mind, she struggled on how to reply. The escalation of the event threatened her comfort zone in an unexpected way, she expected something more conventional, not this.
“Do you not understand me?” Inyene questioned, his deep voice demands attention.
“I-I do, I’m sorry.” Ylva said, blinking her eyes heavily to summon as many will she had. “Apologies I did not expect all of this.”
Inyene tilted his head in confusion “Expect what?”
The stutter came again, shaking her head as she tries to speak “I, I just, never seen so many. this is a very sudden experience of a culture, truly, this came as a shock to me. Please, I’m sorry, this is too much.”
Inyene still retains his confused look, though his facial features are still hidden behind a shadow created by the torch.
“Naked men!” She blurted out, just for the hope to end this awkward event. “I’m sorry, I did not expect to see all of this. uhh.”
“Ahh.” Inyene nodded his head, a slight show of a smile crept to him “I understand, this is a normal feeling to have, I know of your tribe doings.” Its apparent that he attempted to find the proper words but insofar Ylva understood him well.
He elaborated briefly that he recognizes the customs of the outside world (meaning the modern world), telling her that there is no need for distress. Inyene told her that it is alright for now to be fearful of the unknown and that is a common occurrence for all the many women that has been taken here from outside the tribe. To them a man being naked is a show of total confidence of his strength and virility, and that there is no evil meaning behind such acts.
He invited her inside his hut so he could explain more clearly, opening the cloth on the entrance with his large hand. His unwavering and deep voice has enamored Ylva, looking at him with eyes she never conveyed to any man he ever met, a longing of some sort that is unknown to her.
She accepted his invitation, but a notion came to her as she walked in, one that made her moderately anxious.
What does Inyene mean by all woman taken from outside the tribe?
When Ylva bear witness the inside of the hut, she finds it rather pleasant. It wasn’t what she was expecting before of huts made from excrement with nothing but arranged soil inside it. In fact, it looks very similar to a high-end motel of a tropical resort. Cloth banner littering the roofs, a king size bed in the center, a makeshift desk on the corner and a carpet made out of a fur or a mane of an animal of some kind amongst other things.
Before she knew it, she was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, whilst Inyene prepared a local custom beverage on the sides. He told her to sit with her legs spread and extended so she could feel more comfortable, but Ylva is too ashamed of the damp feeling she felt on her nether region and feared that a mark could be seen on her white shorts, she even starts to regret not wearing any undergarments.
Inyene came and sit down beside her, with one leg extended and the other leg buckled up for him to rest and lean his arms on it. He puts the wooden mug filled with clear water on the carpet, but as she reaches it, she can’t help but ogle again to his manhood once more, but now she notices the testicles that is hiding behind the shaft. They are even bigger than a baseball! She thought, and wondered as well on how on this good earth a man could walk with that in their life.
The veins on the shaft only makes it look stronger, she can’t imagine the pleasure a woman would have had with that inside them. She once thought size perhaps matter in pleasure but it is irrelevant to her, especially after the love she had with Ronald. But after seeing it now more clearly especially with Inyene’s current siting form, she couldn’t help but wonder a bit to strongly.
The guilt came again as she remembered her husband, if he is watching her now, he would be heartbroken and disappointed. So, she took the drink to cool off a bit of the heat and sweat from the thoughts only to feel another heat came immediately as it reaches her throat. “What is this drink!?” Ylva asked with wide eyes with a bit of cough.
“Not worry. it is a weak drink.” Inyene said “For warming and. Calming the heart. So there no fear.” Even in broken English, the confident suave of him have smitten her, there seems to be no sign of doubt on him. He explained further that he understands that woman of the outside has rarely sees the vigor of men, and that the drink is made strong enough to comfort her but weak enough to not daze her.
“Thank you, Inyene,” She simply said “This is all rather overwhelming to me.”
He nods, unknown to her if he knew what she is saying.
Now with the warm dimmer light of the inside, Ylva can now see clearly on how the man before her looks like. He bears the typical African look that she expected to see but they are on him like a rose growing on a fertile plain. His large lips are seen more luscious with his chiseled jawline, his wide but sharp eyes compliment his large wide nose like a warrior, his hair is a dreadlock that reaches his waist.
In her eyes, she is far from the typical man. And in due time, she would believe it as well.
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When Inyene saw the woman of the dead scholar outside of his hut, it took all his willpower to not let his blood streamed to his cock. Her amber hair and green eyes on her beautiful face would be enough for him to just take her then and there to his bed, and breed her non-stop until she is whelped with his many children. But then he saw her fair pale skin, her voluptuous body and shape.
Other women of the tribe and outside of it that he has taken often have the enticing shape and color of a woman, but the figure before him have that and more.
He can tell that this woman has seen the ways of hard work, every tone and muscle on her body serves to create a more defining shape, the width of her hips and tone of her back and arms already expressed these things, but then he saw the firmness of her thighs, ass and breast, and know that the gods have given her a powerful woman. When his fellow tribes’ men speak of her beauty from afar, he did not believe it, nor did he had a chance to see her before the cursed scholar urges her to be away. But now he knows for sure that it is true, and it was the right choice to invite her here.
He truly wishes to let impatience won, but he is currently one of the strongest champions of the tribe, and following the ceremony with this woman to make her his concubine will further elevate his position and image in the tribe.
So Inyene chooses to hold his hunger for a day.
Another thing is that this woman who calls herself Ylva still feels uneasy with the situation, which is common for anyone outside the tribe, their routines are weak, powerful acts would of course discomfort them. So just like the usual, he puts his practiced charm into action, the same routine that had led to him bedding many women of the outside.
He could take her right now, but he wouldn’t be at his high stature if he does such a common act even if it is expected.
So, he started the process, and sat down in the way that his phallus would be shown clearly on her eye sight. The effect was immediate, Ylva ogled his member with sultry eyes and with her hands above her thighs clenching, though she escaped the feeling not a moment after. This is a good sign in overall to Inyene, it wouldn’t be long until her mouth will eventually wash his shaft and jewels with pleasure.
So, for the hours after sunset, Inyene and Ylva would converse regarding all things about the tribe and each other.
Curious about her dead husband works, she questioned of his stay here, of what he learned and the last moments he had in the tribe. Inyene can tell that a great amount of love still lingers in the woman’s heart, but that is just a challenge he enjoys to topple. He found great pleasure in conquering a woman and making her belittle her husband, this act of defilement always adds to the numerous pleasures in soiling them with his seeds, Inyene imagined that this would be his greatest work yet.
So, he speaks of the usual topics, of the tribes calling, of its purpose, of its strength. and of course, of her dead husband that he taken care of instead, but she doesn’t need to know that last part. yet
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Ylva feels like that she is slowly being seduced by the snake that lingers between Inyene’s legs, it terrifies her that she is starting to feel less shameful in staring at his black 12-inch cock. But despite this feeling of seduction, the words and stories that came out of his lips still put a shock to her being.
She knows of the barbaric way of life one could have before the advent of the industrial era, but to listen to it so crassly before her, especially by a man so self-assured and prideful in elaborating them as he is handsome, made her feel very surreal. The taboo that Inyene describe have done nothing but takes most of her attention from his manhood.
Inyene spoke of his tribe growth and legends, of its culture of war and conquest. He speaks of the invasion of many tribes across Africa. The man of his tribe, which Is called the Almagtig. Trained their boys and men until death to be the greatest warriors on the planet. Every day after waking and to their slumber a man will take his chosen weapon and train with it, pick the heaviest weight, fight until they can no longer stand, and run until they can no longer move, after which they would rest until they can do so again.
All to create the best warrior known to men.
The woman of the tribe of course would pick the greatest of the men, the strongest and the manliest. If a man would be found lacking in such a thing, they would be exiled to preserve the strength of the Almagtig tribe.
All of this is repeated throughout the centuries and are still practiced today.
Hence the existence of a man before Ylva right now. Strong and Virile Ylva thought.
Inyene informed her of everything, of the tribe’s food, customs such as dancing and practices. But all of them is but trivial knowledge, compared to one specific topic Inyene has deign to elaborate to her.
The taking of woman.
He describes how the tribe would pick and mate with the fairer sex and how they court them. They would raid or conquer rival tribe or nation, and take their woman as the main goal of their attack. Food, water and land means little to the tribe for if they want them, in their eyes they could simply just conquer whatever around if necessary and the days will pass as usual. The woman however will always be the most wanted prize.
The strength to fight, the skill to provide and the charisma to lead is what makes a great man to the Almagtig tribe, yes. But in order for a man to be Fully Whole, only a woman could provide for such a thing, only a woman can emphasize the distinction of a man, only a woman’s body can create life and hold them, and a man can only create a life of his own likeness by conquering and owning a woman, thus the tribe believe a woman is a great indication of a man.
As Inyene said this, Ylva caught a glimpse of his black cock throbbing slightly, it was in the process of being erect, and she felt a mix of guilt and excitement due to it. The truth is, the story Inyene just told also pushes her groin to ecstasy, she always thought of herself to be a disciplined woman, but this conversation has led to her recognizing a new feeling, or perhaps a feeling or urges that is kept away from her through her own shame, and at this moment she wanted so bad for it to be released.
But Ronald.
Inyene continued on with his telling, this time a sly smile came to his face, and the words that comes after amplified Ylva’s euphoria.
He told of how a man of the Almagtig tribe would take a woman’s heart and body, after being taken whether by force or seduction they would take them to their huts, and ravage their mouth.
Inyene emphasizes on this act strongly. The man would kiss the bride passionately.
Inyene spoke that the consummating of a man and a woman through the woman’s womb and a man’s phallus is the most appealing act, that is true. But a kiss is where true love and passion would arise with fervor. To the tribe, a woman’s figure is seen as clean and pure by nature, as a man in the tribe is usually the one trained for battle against life and man, not the woman. Yet even then, a woman with a shapely and toned body would be seen as a great prize as that would mean stronger and healthier children.
A man’s body however is filled with strength but also filth, due to training and battle. Sins, grimes and other manners of dirty things would accumulate on a man’s body from their bouts on daily life. The man of the tribe would embrace this, as the filth will also strengthen their body as well as mind, making it more immune to diseases, whilst as well as prove of the men’s strength, showing no illness may take his life.
Hence the kiss is the most passionate act according to the tribe. it is where a woman eats, speak and sing. A kiss is a sign of true affection as it is not needed to create a child, hence the obsession of it by the tribe that loves to conquer, a kiss is a sign of total devotion as it is made for things other than sexual pleasure but sexual pleasure could be taken from it.
A man would take a woman to his bed with a kiss before they would copulate with their genitals. A kiss is a sign of conquering and acceptance, a man will lock their lips into their woman and thrust his tongue inside her. They would kiss in a way for the man to show their love of a woman’s body, and ensure there is a fluid exchange, which would mean the woman will consume and accepts the man’s filth into her mouth and just so be marked as an owned woman.
After which the woman will be bred at the same time, indicating a total victory to the man of a woman’s body and heart by taking pleasure from her mouth and breeding their wombs with the tribe man’s seed. The woman in turn would fall in love with the man and would give birth to as many children as they can as prove of their love until they are sated.
A strong silence came after Inyene told the story.
Both of them look to each other with heavy breathes and craving of the body.
Ylva felt her common sense leaving her mind, she intended to sip the drink Inyene gave her to calm herself but find the mug to be empty. She feels tipsy, but just a bit, still far from being ***** and fully still conscious like she never drank. But the warmness of it made her feel hotter on her sacred places, and she finds Inyene’s figure becoming more irresistible.
The truth is Inyene did not put anything in the drink other than a naturally made soft alcohol, he has utter confidence and faith he could win any woman. He has brave through many dangers and bred hundreds of children on many beautiful women, but Ylva would be his greatest conquest yet, she has the fabled beauty of the west that he needed to defile. For he has taken many European woman as well and made each of them birth dozens deep dark-skinned children that looks little like their mother.
The contrast of the color of the babies they birth pleasured Inyene greatly, to find his seed so strong that it would defile the woman’s body and made them birth a bloodline with no traits of the west gives him fire no other acts has done.
Inyene and Ylva has been talking for hours and hours.
Whatever little patience he had is now gone. His hunger takes over him.
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When Ylva saw Inyene grabs her, putting his hand behind her neck and pulled her into a kiss, she entered a state of shock and awe. She did not react to escape nor did she flinch away from him in fear. Instead, she sat still as she saw him lunge, complimented with a sudden increase of dampness between her legs. Their lips lock and for a moment she embraced the kiss. But the thought of her dead husband returned to her and she tries to push Inyene away, turning her head to the side and breaking their kiss.
“Stop.” She said, with a moan and a blush that are very apparent “Please no. My husband.”
Inyene grabbed her by the hair, their faces so close to each other their eyes locked. “No, No husband. Husband dead. You are with me now.” He said, with voice of authority that weakens Ylva’s resolve.
“But. I’m here for my husband. You can’t do this.” She replied, trying to recall any loving memories of Ronald as she could to quell away the lustful thoughts. “He just died. This is wrong. I am here for him.”
“He is not here.” Inyene said with an absolute tone “I am here, you are promised to dead husband no longer.” With that said, Ylva’s thought attempted to justify these vulgar acts, trying to convince herself that this is alright as Inyene said. Her husband has died and thus there would be no longer any oath to keep, no more faithfulness to hold, and little by little her resolve to resist him dissipates. Loving thoughts of her husband that remains slowly whisked away by lust, including the thought of her own girls..
Inyene kisses her neck and cheek, the sound of his lips tasting her body is loud enough for her to hear. She kept trying to avoid him but the strength of her arms trying to push him away is no different than a fox trying to push an elephant, the difference in strength is so wide, even that fact excites her lust more and more.
Finally whatever resolve Ylva had is not enough to hold her lust, the hunger she held due to the unsatisfying sex she had with her husband is at last, indulged. Inyene is just too beautiful to her now.
She lets him take her mouth, their lips locked once more and the arms that once was pushing Inyene away now caress the muscles on his body. The movement of their mouths is wild, he kept licking and kissing the surfaces of her lips, she as well endeavored to do the same, licking his lips and often does the tips of their tongue touched.
Inyene releases himself from the kiss and Ylva moaned with disappointment from the sudden stop, “Why did you stop?” She asked. She sees his eyes wandering down to her body and she felt a surge of passion from his gazing. She as well felt her nipples wanting to pierce through the tight polo shirt and her pussy drenching her shorts outrageously.
Inyene saw this, without letting go of her glowing amber hair, he uses his other hand to twist her shirt and shorts, ripping them apart as easy as ripping paper. The barbaric sensual act forced an orgasm out of Ylva, now being bare naked with nothing shielding her from Inyene’s skin, she felt the gush runs down her leg like a little waterfall. Inyene carried her by the waist and throws her so easily to the bed.
Ylva instinctively spread her legs as wide as she could as she lay on her back, her bare pink and tight puffy pussy is out in the open for Inyene to see, and so are her breasts dangling firmly and free, enticing him. Inyene loomed over her, his deep ebony skin and chiseled body that showed all of his scars and wounds made her push out more liquid from her womb. The gargantuan black cock is now erect fully, seeds spilling from the tip, thick and great in volume. Is that just the pre-cum!? Ylva manages to think.
With a growl Inyene lunges to her, locking her legs with his to keep them spread fully, his hand grabbing her hair again, and with that their mouths locked to each other again. Ylva reciprocating Inyene hungrily, kissing him in the most vulgar way she knows. Biting his lips and licking them as well. She felt the shaft of his cock so large it rests on her stomach and his huge testicles is on the surface of her pussy.
Inyene made a thrusting motion outside of her, covering his cock with the liquid that is gushing out of her. He made no move yet to enter her womb, letting the scent and shape of his cock, caked outside of it, as her puffy lips helps rubbing the pussy juice on his shaft like a sponge. Instead, His kiss grows wilder and fierce.
He pulled out of the kiss and pulled Ylva’s hair roughly, her lips opened wide as she moaned loud, and with that Inyene pushed with his own and entered her mouth. He is now savagely ravaging the insides of her mouth walls with his tongue. He intends to go further into her, his head moving rhythmically in order to push his tongue deeper, she as well reciprocates his movement.
Various sounds of squelching came from their loving embrace, both of their tongues licking every part of the walls in their mouth. But Inyene is just too much for Ylva, his tongue reaches her uvula, licking everything inside heavily as he forcefully wraps his tongue around hers, she could taste every bit of his mouth. Musky and flavorful, it is impossible for her to close her lips, Inyene leaves no chance for her to do so, all she could do is to make a sucking motion with her mouth and tongue to add more to their pleasure.
Overcome by the feeling, Ylva pushed her hips upwards to rub herself off on his cock. The puffy lips of her pussy and her clitoris making friction on Inyene’s testicles. She shakes and shuddered from orgasm after orgasm, sometimes multiple climaxes at the same time from all the senses and pleasure nerves that are being overwhelmed. Her breast and skin being grinded by Inyene’s black muscular figure.
As the moments passed, Inyene starts rub his cock against Ylva desperately, even the throb from his veins can be felt from her pussy lips, the open kiss is starting to get more fierce, both of their heads moving unnaturally from side to side as Ylva tongue is hopelessly battling against Inyene’s. bubbling spit is starting to show from the side of their cheeks.
Until once again, Inyene break off their loving embrace.
Ylva immediately moaned in torment, having her pleasures and euphoria taken away from her so suddenly.
And then he spoke.
Inyene no longer have the will to hold back his wanton and tremendous lust, his overwhelming ego takes over. “Your husband. I take his life.” he said, with a twisted smile on her face showing his fanged teeth “I lie. No honor ceremony for dead husband, only fuck!”
Ylva despite being in a state of euphoria, heard all the words he said, and closed her eyes in anguish. “You monster!” She spoke, softly groaning as she did. “Why My Husband?” It was a set of questions that needed no answering, she knows why, but he told her anyway.
“I want you; I will have you. Your husband in my way, push you away from me. now I pushed him away from you. Now I will take you, and now you will bear my children.” Inyene said in absolute, and he did not bother for any further elaboration after that. With that Ylva’s mind returned to its most primordial instinct. A twisted combination of flattery and horny coming in droves to her soul, the sick circumstances of being satisfied by the one who has taken her husband away from her adds to the taboo and thus amplified her bliss more. Try as she might now to stand and escape, she could not do it. Inyene has introduced her to pleasures she had never known and can’t live without.
Despite all the love Ronald has given her, all the memories they had together, and of her girls that she didn’t want to disappoint, she wanted more of what Inyene has given her, she needed to feel this unknown pleasure. Though great guilt came to her mind, her craving overtaken it entirely, and now all she needs is to be claimed by Inyene again. “Please. just do it. Just take me!” She pleaded, but what he asked for her next would shatter her.
“Say the words!” Inyene said. “Say that you love my cock more than your husband, say that you want my cock more than your husband. Say that you will give birth to my children to mock your dead husband!”
Ylva’s heart beats so fast that she could hear them, what he asked of her is truly debased and vile, it is not enough for Inyene to take her body, he has to take everything, her heart, her soul and her life. He wanted her to forget about everything that she loved of her late husband for Inyene’s beautiful black cock.
But whatever wisdom she had left in her mind is not enough for her to be sensical, and her heart yearns more for Inyene. “Yes! I love your cock! I love it more than my husband!” Already her pussy is throbbing for her to let go of everything, and as she said the last words, her womb by instinct opened its cervix wider. “And! I need to give birth to your beautiful black children!” It was like a dam that was broken by thunder, Ylva exhaled her breath softly as if she felt a burden is freed from within her.
As Inyene heard those words, the most barbaric part of his nature was released. He will not wait until she is his concubine as tradition demands, he will take her here and now! The veins on his gargantuan dark cock become more pronounced, the stiffness of his shaft is now as hard as iron and the tip is gushing with volumes of seminal fluids. He lunges at her and the bed creeks heavily with his weight.
There was no preparation for Ylva, as soon as Inyene is on top of her again, he immediately plunges deep into her womb, the tip touching the open lips of her cervix waiting for his seeds. Her cunt that was once only entered by Ronald is now being spread apart by Inyene’s gargantuan cock, not one part of her sweet sugar walls was left untouched, going and touching further than Ronald’s cock can ever go. The friction that Inyene creates an orgasm with each thrust, there is no mercy for her.
She screamed with utter pleasure and pain, although the pain itself amplified the pleasure. With her mouth wide opened again she felt his mouth and tongue instantaneously inside hers, she did not bother to closed her eyes, they locked their sight to each other’s eyes as the filthy noises of their mouths conjoined with the voices of their grunts and moans.
What is worse is that from each thrust Inyene’s cock is also releasing cum after cum inside of her womb, even without climaxing he gave slight ejaculations after the other, his testicles are already pooling with an outrageous amount of sperm, due to the tribal practice of letting the strong thrive has led to an evolution of strong black men that is dozens stronger than great ordinary men and has hormones just as great.
It was just this morning Inyene has impregnated a light skinned Arabian woman that has fled from a war years ago, she has already given birth to 4 of his babies, children all deep dark black and looks exactly like him except for a few traits. And now his gonads are filled to the brim again, ready to breed dozens of women once more.
But this night, she will only release all of his cum to this white woman, all of it will be filled in Ylva’s sweet uterus, because he wants her to carry his children, he needs her to surrender and give birth with children that looks almost nothing like her, very black and very African child that has a little of her semblance, as prove that her womb has been conquered.
More than that there is a vindictive determination in him, complimented with his animalistic instinct that is driving his body now. Inyene doesn’t want to only to fuck her, he wants to defile her completely, to leave nothing clean on her body and soul, to keep pounding her until his sins becomes her sins, until all his filth fully corrupts her. He needs to have all of her being to become utterly dirty because of his use, He wants her to completely forgot about her late husband and fully devote herself to this utter barbaric fucking.
Because Ylva to him is not just gorgeous, she is utterly voluptuous beyond any woman he has ever seen. Because he revels on the notion that she would be devoted to him and discarding her old ****** as trash, he took pride in making her emasculate her own late husband. His heart right now is beating just as fast as she is as she kept pushing her hips upward to meet his pace, maximizing the pleasure as much as she can. climax after climax came to her, rewarding her every action to further accept his shaft.
Eventually, the concept of reason and sense is fully gone from them to make way for wild abandon and sheer excessive lust. The sound of muffled moaning became louder and ferocious as they kiss viciously, Inyene’s mouth began to froth as saliva starts to accumulate, Ylva has no choice but to accept and swallow all of it as his tongue coiled with hers, their mouths perfectly connected with no hope for any of Inyene’s fluids to go other than into her throat hole.
At the same time Ylva felt his thrusting becoming more frenzied and furious, the full force of his gargantuan black cock is fully inside of her with each penetration, attacking her cervix with his seminal fluids without mercy. But something more is about to come, the throbbing of his shaft is becoming more distinct and stronger, and it has become even harder than before.
Both of them knows what this means, the man himself is about to reach his ultimate climax. The cum that came from each thrust has enough baby batter enough to bred her, but his true ejaculation in the coming moment would soil her forever.
And then it came.
Inyene’s body began to quake and after more than few brutal thrusts, he plunges his entire cock as deep as he can into her uterus, until his huge testicles is fully smooching with Ylva's puffy cunt lips. She as well in turn reflexively clenched his full shaft with her honeyed vaginal walls, both of them screamed into each other’s mouth.
Inyene’s testicles made contractions after contractions, it spasmed so hard it wrinkled the skin until it clings onto the gonads itself, and Ylva as well has reached her greatest orgasm, shuddering with outrageous euphoria as she felt that very same contraction from every pore of Inyene's full genitalia, inside and out. Both of his hands held Ylva by the wrist, holding her body in place, he held her with great strength until the only thing that can move from her body is her own head and mouth as it dances to accommodate Inyene’s violent kiss.
His climax is exceptionally vigorous, his buttocks becoming firmer as he planted himself so deep inside her, Ylva cannot even thrust her hips upward to him. The amount he released inside her is mind boggling to her, Inyene’s regular thrust gave so much, but his climax released so much of it, comparing the two would be no different than comparing a lake to an ocean.
She felt every rope of cum ejaculated directly into her cervix opening, a liquid so thick it would inevitably clog her womb, the chance of pregnancy is absolute and she embraces that completely. She moaned from each wave of spurt and spasm that she could feel and as her cunt is doing the work to be served and used by Inyene’s cock, her mouth is still doing the same to Inyene's own. Still locking eyes and mouths, Ylva gave him the sluttiest look she ever gave to a man, as she swallowed every bile of his spit that he discharged into her throat, just as she is taking every solid filthy cum his cock shoots into her cervix entrance.
They stayed in that position for so long, moaning and groaning passionately, even after Inyene's massive climax, he did not want to stop there. He continued the desperate thrusting, he wants every bit of his seeds inside, he would raise his hips up until the tip of his cock is almost out of her pussy lips and plunge himself fully into her again, and he did so repeatedly, each thrust bringing orgasm to Ylva, and her clenching vaginal walls squeezing the seeds out of him.
And for each thrust he gave her, She would suck and gulp more and more of any liquid that escapes Inyene's mouth and that would excite him more. They realize now how compatible their bodies are to each other, both know how to excite one another, bringing numerous orgasms as they continue their fucking.
Because to Inyene and Ylva right now, they weren't just making love, this isn't just sex, this is pure passionate Fucking. Despite her declaration to bear Inyene's children and despite his need to breed Ylva, what they truly love about this Fucking is how amazing it felt having their bodies being pleasured like an animal that knows nothing but the bliss of the flesh.
But eventually, after a long moment, Inyene has emptied everything he has inside of her. He parted his lips from her, only to find his saliva still pooling inside her mouth still slowly being swallowed. He released his still hard cock from her uterus, a line of Ylva’s pussy juice clings to the tip of it, but none of his cum escaped from inside of her, every seed of his is inside her cunt being absorbed.
Just so the words and saying of the tribe is proven true, as only a woman could make Inyene feel this way, his ego is in the clouds as he gazes onto Ylva who is awake but is slowly drifting into sleep. Her legs still spread apart and open and his own drool trailing down from her mouth to her cheeks. Her cunt that was once as tight and pink as a virgin and a vice is now a gaping hole broken and dirty from excessive use, some parts of her skin and breasts are red and bruised due to the merciless friction of his body as he pounded her.
He sat down beside her tired form caressing her body from head to toe, appreciating her beauty. For now, however, the tone and muscle of her body still brings out the feminine strength she has as she still look the part of a gorgeous fay, especially so with her pale fair skin. Inyene felt a surge of pride as he looks to Ylva’s defiled body, appreciating the view as long as he can. Usually emptying that amount of cum is reserved for dozens of woman that he has, but for today, Ylva has just too great of a body to not be heavily fucked and the conquering of her heart is so emboldening to him that he can't just let it go.
Either way, It is clear that she is bred with his child, and he eagerly waits for that proof of desecration of her body and heart to be birthed.
Inyene took off outside for more training to strengthen himself. leaving her completely naked in his hut.
But before that he planted another kiss to Ylva, and she groaned softly as she eagerly gulps another wave of his saliva.
For Ylva, the only sensation and memory she has at this time is of carnality, whatever loving recollection of her ******, especially her husband is pushed back to the wayside.
For now, she wants to forget about her griefs and regret, she wants only to be owned and defiled by Inyene.
Foul Passion: Chapter 2
The lore deepens, Ylva is not the only woman taken into the tribe.
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Time passes quickly when one spent it on unrestraint euphoria, as the days turns into weeks, Ylva seen the passing of time in a mix of various quickness. As far as she concerns at the very least a month has passed, yet how much in a month it is, is still slow to come to her, it could either be a month in a half or even already in the late moon going into her second month of stay.
There was no time for her to think clearly as most of the hour she spent these days is being ravaged by Inyene merciless cock with only an hour of rest each time they copulate until his sack is fully refilled with seeds ready to breed her again. The puffiness of her pussy that she and her late husband Ronald often teased to look like an innocent mound is slowly being pounded away, now halfway gone just as her vaginal hole is starting to expand. In truth, it has become wide enough that Ronald’s tiny manhood cannot be felt anymore had he lived to try her now. But despite this month of outrageous and unending thrashing it is still so very tight for Inyene, still tight enough that her inner sweet walls still despairingly struggle to fully wrap around his awesome black girth.
All pores and nerves savagely caressed by him every time he thrust in her, giving Ylva multiple orgasm as he does. widening and loosening until her uterus can only be used for Inyene only. Now, just a minute after he left her in his bed legs spread, her vaginal lips and walls still spasm hopelessly trying to return to their old tight shape again. And just as the many times before, no baby making seeds are escaping from inside her, not even its bubbly trail came out. Inyene made sure every time he thrust and climax that he would firmly plant himself as deep and utterly, until the fading puff of her cunt is smooching his wrinkled hard scrotum, feeling every contraction in each ejaculation.
But for every joyful punishment her cunt would take, her lips and mouth are assaulted just as much…
Inyene is remorseless in kissing her, putting his tribal culture to practice everytime he had even a smidgen of a chance to take her mouth.
His large strong lips are just too much for Ylva to match, the hardened skin of it and their large size will always force her own to fully open, even then, Ylva would’ve opened it regardless just to feel the deep hot orgasm their kiss could’ve made, as her genital would climax along with his. But he never waits for her to take the cue, and would take her by force instead. Yet in all honesty, Ylva loved it, loved the way he would treat her whole body as a tool for passionate fucking.
It's the kissing, Ylva thought, it was and always will be the kissing…
As their lips were completely locked together, Ylva’s own mouth would open wide as Inyene’s tongue slipped in, being welcomed by her own wet tongue, in which his would encircle the pink surfaces of hers, coating it with his liquid spit until the musk of his mouth is fully merge with hers.
Many of his bile would come being pushed out from his throat, forcing Ylva to consume it all, and she did so with sensual glee and giggle, both of them making squelching sounds from their mouths as Ylva sucked any and all secretion that Inyene pushed into her orifice, no different than her pussy and his cock doing the same.
That was but moments ago, as now Ylva just lay on his bed after dozens of passionate couplings they already had done. The sun sets on the horizon, sounds of cricket from beyond the hut. Inyene leaves for now, it’s an unofficial schedule that has been determined, Inyene and Ylva would fuck non-stop, then as night finally comes, he would depart to his many others women to swell their bellies with his descendants.
16 hours spent with Ylva, and whatever else before sleep comes will take the leftover baby-making seeds. Yet, when Inyene came back to his hut, he would take her a couple more times before he fell asleep with his shaft still inside her, then waking up the next morning to continue the ravaging until the sky darkens again.
Their very own music that is put on repeat every day…
Ylva recalled the years she spent with her late husband, they were in love both in bed and in other things, despite the struggle they have in enjoying themselves in the former. He was always loving, always taking care of her when she got sick, injured or stressed in their lives together, even before they were married. He put the gentle in the gentleman, treat her softly in every way, there were never an event of harshness in their life.
When she gave birth to his little baby girls, it was a smooth birth, no complication whatsoever in their natural birthing. Things were much better after them, work promotion came for him and her, they would play, cry and sleep together, a picture-perfect ****** that is now struggling due to his departure. Now, she can’t believe how things have escalate…
With Inyene, it was nothing like that, no such softness and subtle care, no signs of that tender love, but perhaps to Ylva, opening her mind slightly to the days of her stay with him, perhaps calling their times spent together not being tender is not quite right…
Inyene is hulking, ardent, and utterly carnal. The passion he holds is fully barbaric and primal, no touch of modern civilization or the old tradition of gentility. But to say that there is no love would be nothing less than being blind.
To Ylva, it seems the only thing he knows of him is many and less at the same time, something that is difficult to express through words. She knows him from the story he told her at the beginning, of the first time they met in his hut, and the conversation of longing and despair she made of him before and after everytime they fuck. She would plead for him to stop at the first week, but that doesn’t last long as the moment that came after is him on top of her and her begging sensually to give birth to his very black children. A sort of twisted animalistic love.
In fact, Ylva never came out of his hut since the first time she entered it.
And as the first week passed, her request to stop the copulating has turned to a demand for more. Every time the entrance of the hut is opened, she would already be in bed, legs fully spread, her arms behind her hair to signify submission as her nipples hardened, her cunt spasming and waiting to tighten around his huge black cock. Inyene didn’t bother himself to say anything as he always leapt to her immediately and ravage her until she can no longer move, until her entire uterus is clogged with his thick cum.
Eventually, grief and regret would take Ylva again. He is the reason why she will never see her late husband again; the reason Ronald can no longer see his children. And now her heart is conflicted as it and her nether region yearned for Inyene to run rampant inside it, despite knowing what he has done to Ronald. Her widowed womb is now holding Inyene’s offspring, betraying her husband entirely.
She did not bother to try to act surprise of the conception, but instead disappointed, in herself and her own lack of self-control. Ylva still believed she could’ve pushed Inyene away and run away to her car and take plan B on her way home. But instead, the euphoric fucking has let the most sensuous part of her to take over, the itch that has never been scratched. Inyene has unlock a part of her she couldn’t believe could feel so heavenly good, and she doesn’t want to let go from it.
Her belly is already swelling, and its already quite large despite it being a month. Ylva knows that the very first time that she and Inyene met and fucked, he had already inseminated her. The brimming hunger of his pounding has already weakened her, but the utterly filthy passionate kissing made her cervix instinctively opened wider, it choked and squelched trying to accommodate wave after wave of solid cum he had delivered.
Ylva wondered if Inyene truly love her, the way she is now falling in love with him, or perhaps already have with how much he had made her feel only with his body. He already saw the swelling of her belly, he would caress it in every moment he could do so with his one hand and the other would pull her hair back and invade her mouth and make her drink his saliva, which she would gulp eagerly.
It should be revolting to her, it had been… but no longer.
It is part of the tribe’s culture that Ylva couldn’t believe she have not only accepted, but also has become a routine, a sensuality Inyene would always demand of her. Before she came here, even a drool that came from her own mouth would disgust her, chaste kiss she shared from her now dead husband has never escalate further unless in their bedding ceremony, but even that were minimal. Many of the things she would find completely repulsive is now something she finds pleasure in.
The influence Inyene has on her terrifies her more and more each day.
Inyene being one of the dozens of champions of his people is privileged to take in as many foods and water or any kind of nourishment to his liking, just as well he would reward himself with extreme training and hard work that would only lead to him becoming stronger and faster than any other man of the tribe. Despite this, Inyene would drink and eat to many, his body would be extremely nourished from it and made him healthier.
Naturally of course, he would take this chance to make sure to claim Ylva for his own pleasure. Never have Inyene let her drink from a clear water source, each time they would fuck, he would make sure to accumulate as many saliva. It is why even after fully draining his seeds inside her, they would have a session of zealous kissing, and it would last for more than 10 minutes, with each second of those Ylva would swallow the waves of spit to quench her thirst as his tongue is wrapped around hers.
And he loved it, loved her for it. To know that every action Inyene is doing to her is to both take her heart and pollute her body with every mark and filth he can give her. The sounds of her throat gulping his liquid bile to nourish her body and moaning with pleasure as she does so would often excite his black cock again and they would continue their coupling as he takes care of her bodily needs.
Ronald would never make her feel this way, make her feel like a euphoric owned woman, soiling her voluptuous body and defiling her innocence… Inyene has made her moan, whimper, scream and beg for all erotic and disgusting activity only a fully devoted lovers could have. Add as well the contrast of their bodies, his dark black skin and cock appears like an invader conquering her womb.
The complexity of the circumstances is so strange to Ylva. She would feel guilty verily so, but that guilt would multiply the joy. She feels that she has betrayed her husband, which in turn adds to the pleasures that came to her orgasms. She feels regret and contentment at the same time, of a vow broken yet also a burden that she just let go.
Unfortunately, much to their disappointment, Inyene is called again to war one day. Leaving Ylva alone with her thoughts, with her love hole aching for his return. Though this presents an opportunity for her, with him being away, that means Ylva has no schedule to keep, meaning she will be free to explore the rest of the tribe.
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Ylva washes herself on the makeshift tub in the hut, the water is clear enough to show the reflection of her figure. Despite the child that is growing inside of her, she still retains the shape of her toned abs, but she figured that they will be gone as the months pass and her belly grows. It Suprises her slightly when she sees the tones of her arms and legs becoming more pronounced, her hips slightly become wider too.
She is sure it was due to the non-stop breeding with Inyene that did it, each session is always intense and fulfilling, no doubt it did good on her body, perhaps the pregnancy adds to it as well. To be frank on Ylva’s perspective, she feels more feminine in body and soul these days, but she supposed it is expected considering the outrageous masculinity Inyene would bring, which would contrast her womanly nature.
She took a short bath with the soap and shampoo that she brought with her, washing away the smell of rampant sex. There is still soreness on her buttocks and hips, and also all over her body though not as harsh. It is a delicate and lovely pain that she loves to have, there are also bruises on her bottom cheeks, a mark Inyene would always give her and she is sure would not be gone any time soon.
Her amber orange-red hair and fair pale skin are already vibrant and glowing, whether it is due to the pregnancy or all the fucking she can’t tell. Either way, now that Inyene is away, this would be the chance for her to know the tribe that has taken her Ronald’s life and interest. The ache still persists of the loving husband she just lost, so she would mourn through knowing the very people that knows his last memories.
When she walks out from the hut, it did not escape her that she is still in an African morning where the heat is not yet kind to her, so she simply wore a tight vest and short shorts both that clings tightly to her skin. As the sun touches her, the bright light is slowly dispersed from her sight for her to finally see the many huts scattered down under from Inyene’s one.
It is a small journey going from her now lover’s abode to the other tribe’s men areas, though she could use the exercise despite the sweaty love making she had with Inyene every day. Fortunately, the path is smooth from use and she did not struggle as she goes. Yet as each footstep brings her closer to her destination, many sounds also came with it, it is a familiar one but the revelation came only when she reaches the entrance of what seems to be a residential area of many shacks.
Parade after parade of sounds of women moaning and screaming with bliss along with the men guttural grunts…
Then as Ylva started to pass some of these homes, another sound came that accompanied the voices, loud smacks of the wet flesh, gurgling, whimpering and murmurs of sweet love. She knew that the libido of the men here is high, but this early in the morning? with almost all of these huts occupied? There is no subtlety of what could these sounds mean with only the walls hiding them from sight, but not all of their entrances are covered…
She saw all of them, all of the women and men in the midst of their sweet baby-making process. All the men are the typical of this tribe, Strong black men, chiseled muscles, some handsome, some ugly and masculine in face and body with greatly-endowed cocks. But the women are VARIED, Whites, Asians, Indians, Latinas, Arabians and Africans, being plowed and seeded in each of these huts.
She knows that the men here take woman from in and out of the tribe, but not to the extent that the other races almost outnumbered the African woman. Questions came to her on how does this tribe could even have the resources or even the reach to get this diverse lot of females, her journey from the airport to this place she has seen little to no woman that is not of African descent. How far reach is their influence?
Another thing entirely is the fact that these women, who are either in the process of being turned into a mother of black African children or have their bellies already large with babies, are all so gorgeous. All of them held the beauty known from their respective races along with having bodies that came close to rivalling luscious models, none of them are less than cute or pretty in appeal. What on earth is going on here!? Ylva thought.
She likes to think she has a good pattern recognition capability and this whole phenomenon does not equate to a sensible deduction, how could these women could end up here instead of in college or some model agency? She ended this with the conclusion that there has to be more cog in the machine for these incidents to occur, someone must be pulling strings.
Then came footsteps that came from her left, the sound of tribal children running and passing her with glee, some of them stopped to gawk at her and tell her she is pretty and beautiful like an angel in their language and continues to flee to somewhere they can play, she picked up more than a few words of the language on her stay here. Afterwards came the very first and only woman that Ylva saw outside, stark naked other than the tribal frills from her bracelet and ankle wear.
This woman has fair white skin similar to her, but with Brunette long straight hair that parts above the forehead and blue sharp eyes with sultry brow, beautiful just like all the rest of them, her thin lips make her look like a fay. Her bare body shows that she is also pregnant, though unlike Ylva, this woman seems to be in her late trimester, with her belly looking ready to plop out an army.
“Go on, go after your brother and sisters…” The woman says, to another African toddler beside her legs. The child takes her cue and ran with glee to their other siblings.
“Hello there, you must be new here.” The woman said, “I have to say, it has been a while since I saw another white woman outside, most of them here has been rather busy birthing out black babies left and right and the other ones that don’t are busy making them.” As the woman came closer, there is actually another child sleeping on her back, his little arms wrapped around her neck. “My name is Lilian, what’s yours?”
“Ylva…” She answered, unblinking as her sight wanders from Lilian and the baby behind her. “This is the first time I saw a Caucasian woman too, honestly.” She said with a chuckle.
“Ylva, that’s a Gaelic name, right?” Lilian asked rhetorically, “Damn, look at you, you look beautiful and strong. No wonder your name has been said more than a few times these last weeks, your lover is Inyene right?”
“R-right… wait, I’m sorry… you’re pregnant…” Ylva said, halfly realizing in the end of how blunt she is.
“Hah! Perceptive, who would’ve thought you have eyes know how to use’em.” She gestured towards her to follow, “Come on Ylva, I’m getting used to the heat, but why bother braving it when you don’t have to. My shack is near here, I’ll lead the way.”
Did she say I’ve been talked about here? Ylva thought, the other woman has already moved away before she can confirm it.
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Before they would arrive on Lilian’s shack, they’ve talk for a short while. It turns out some women are free today, as their lovers are currently out to battle along with Inyene, including Lilian’s lover who goes by the name of Ajani. In fact, Lilian has been in this tribe for 10 years, and had been with Ajani together for almost 8. As they speak of these topics, Ylva would pay attention to this woman’s strut of confidence, unlike her, Lilian seems to move like she knows the habitat.
Naturally with that inference, she can’t help but ask where Lilian is from. She answered that she was born and raised in Europe, Luxembourg, and had come to this tribe due to a professional work. This chat carries on without stop as they entered her shack, “I was actually working as a reporter for a news network, coming here to find out the reason for the whole wars and unrest. A lot of things escalate the moment I step foot on this country.”
She puts the black baby on her back on the crib on the corner of the hut.
Lilian offered a sit on the small table on the center of the room, in which she would sit beside Ylva after she grabbed a mug filled with cold chocolate milk on both of her hand, she gave one to Ylva. With both woman having their drink on hand, Lilian resumes her tale, “I expected to find insurgent groups with modern weapons fighting a revolutionary cause, instead I find myself here…”
Her story is much less tragic compared to Ylva, although she supposed that depends on what view the listener takes it in. Lilian elaborated that she officially works independently, meaning her name is not in any big networks. But she is well known in the circles of journalists and reporters for having an accurate information whilst using less than scrupulous means, which usually ranges from trespassing and use of false identification, or similar works as such for her to access clandestine intel.
News networks often offered her agreements that pays big money without sacrificing her own valued independence, hence she is well-off without a reputation that goes into the open public. Lilian thought that her venture here in African wilds, where conflict of unknown source and reasons would just be another day that she’d spent following her usual procedure. But plans are often altered with factors not accounted or considered, especially on the largely undocumented tribal plains.
A decade ago, when she was exploring the African range, Lilian was present and hidden on the sides when an Almagtig tribe were fighting insurgent groups from the middle east escaping from their oppressive governments and have taken refuge through the tribe’s territory, both parties met each other on the fields, both sides were speaking at first until eventually it escalates into combat.
She didn’t clarify on the battle itself, simply said that the insurgent group was tired and their capabilities are sub-par, thus unsurprisingly the Almagtig tribe who have cultivated their ways of strength from its foundation has prevailed. Not willing to let the men dies, many of the refugee civilians urges to surrender, recognizing the losing fight the insurgent soldiers conceded, the tribe demand them to give up all of their weapons before speaking of parley.
Many of the insurgents lived to regret that decision, as the demands are obviously sacrilege to them, yet it matters not in the end as they have no choice but to agree to it or else they would die anyway. As Ylva asked what the deal was, Lilian chuckled before answering. “Woman…” She says, “Wives, ********* and mothers or those that are not taken yet, it doesn’t matter. The tribe always wants woman.”
This demand led to more than a few men from the insurgent group fighting back, but they are either held back by their other flocks or have been defeated nonetheless by the Almagtig. Not willing to see the torment of their husbands, brothers and sons, most of the woman accepted the tribe’s deal and that would be the last day these women would ever see be seen. As they ride to their home, Lilian followed them back here.
As for the insurgents, most of them have lived and has taken refuge on other nations willing to take them in. Some even thrived and came back here to find their wives again, but to no avail. The tribe is well hidden to those not invited or skilled, like Ylva and Lilian herself respectively, and the government of the country finds this to be an invasive act against their culture and would be apprehended by basis of international humanitarian law, so they never succeeded.
Despite the fact that Lilian has years of experience in keeping herself hidden, she was caught in the end, right on the outskirts of the tribe’s entrance, the guards saw her on the thick branch of the tree taking pictures, and took her down and brought her inside their community. Though only in hindsight she knows that they always knew she was around, they were after all masters of their habitat and body.
Lilian was more fortunate than the other women that has been taken by the tribe, stating her profession and guiling her way by saying that she is under international protection means the men of the tribe cannot touch her, it seems having been in conflict even with the nation’s government has led to the chiefs of many powerful tribes to recognize international terms.
Of course, this apparently doesn’t last long considering her swollen belly very much plain to see by Ylva, but the reporter woman says that she will get to that in time. Smiling with excitement, Lilian finally can get to the part that she enjoys to recount. After being let go and having the permission to explore the area by the chief of the tribe, without the fear of being sexually assaulted by the tribal men.
She saw many of the insurgent Arabian women being carried bridal style or on the shoulders by the tribe’s men, some carried as much as three, others only one woman. Each of these men immediately brought them to their own respective huts, curious on the work of culture, naturally Lilian would watch them through the entrance of these shacks that are mostly not covered. Of course, what happened in there is already something both Ylva and Lilian already knew.
Naturally at first these Arabian women were disinclined by the advances or terrified at worst, hating the tribe for hurting their men and taking them away. But then as they are dragged to their shacks and huts and saw their would-be black lover’s cock, they either held their breath, blushed or speechless by the vista. Unfaithful thoughts came to them, and without intention they excrete their passionate fluids from their holes, their breast eventually follows suit, becoming to tight to hide their glands.
These African tribe’s men wasted no time to rip apart the clothing and burkas, savagely lock their lips with them and ram their tight pussies with their monster black cocks. Lilian was quite stunned on the quickness of these tribal men in the procedures of mating, they did not even bother to bath themselves or let the women acclimate for a long moment. All of the tribal men swiftly discard their loincloth, some even didn’t wear them in the first place, going into battle naked with spears or guns.
Lilian explained that at the time, they didn’t have much time to take in the sight, as they were pushed immediately to the bed. “It was a surreal time for me back then as well. I heard muffled protest and unusual grunting for half a minute, and then it turns to immediate moans and screams of pleasure, with the sounds of wet smacks of skin-to-skin.” Lilian said.
Whatever images that she elaborated to Ylva are the things that both of them already knew from their time living and passing through the homes of these tribes, short as it is for Ylva. Which are nothing less than the fierce heated mouth-to-mouth and the unending invasion of these Arabian sacred uterus, a succulent act that ends only until the satisfaction of the tribal men and their women's sweet wombs bestowing them children.
Which as Ylva experienced, would not take long as Lilian confirmed. All of the women taken by the tribe would almost straightaway be impregnated on the first day. These Almagtig men will go round after round and until morning until their sacks are empty, the only time they stop is when they are called for a task or training. But then again, that respite would only last a short while, which Ylva also knew so well.
“Remember, they have been doing this for more than a millennium… Maybe even on the epoch of this continent for all I know.” Lilian elaborates, “I mean take a look at their bodies, taller, stronger and more masculine in shape than the ordinary men. I once brought one of these men to a specialist back on Luxembourg, did you know that their penises have multitudes more nerves than the average men? And that they produce ten times the sperm in 15 minutes than the average men can in a week?”
If it was surreal moments ago, it’s downright dazing now to Ylva, the discussion has intensified to topics she didn’t expect to hear…
Lilian explained further that natural selection on this continent of Africa is always extreme and unending, there were never any progress on civil advancement, things were just to dangerous and unrestrainedly hostile for there to be any pursuits other than the physical capability. Animals and other tribes of African men will always invade too many times and to quickly with little intervals, that the men have to be ready and alert almost all if not all the times they are alive.
The weak is easily eliminated here, and more so to the Almagtig tribe, for unlike the tribes that lives on the edges and resourceful centers of Africa, they are well hidden in the core of the continent and just as dangerous as it was during the time of their inception. Civilization never reaches here properly since resources are lacking so no incentives, predators of all kind roams around and war came here often by other tribes, a tribal tradition from the olden times.
Hence the men of the Almagtig tribe have adapted so much to their very genes and blood, better and greater than even the strength and durability of the most elite of Olympian athletes, skin deep dark brown or coal black, stamina that essentially never end, with a strength-ability based hierarchy society or so she says.
“Especially their black cocks!” Lilian excitedly remarked, “With so many dangers and death around, the one that survived are those who are not only awesomely strong, but also exceptionally virile to make as many children they can. This song is put on repeat throughout their history, and they get better and better as the years passed until the very tribe you see now. One man here can inseminate dozens of dozens of women in a day, maybe even more than a hundred, I don’t even know if I’m exaggerating!”
Ylva felt his groin drench with her vaginal juice from all those stories Lilian have told, even more now after the historical and biological account. Lilian is the same as well, grinning slyly at Ylva as her love seeps down onto her thighs and ankles. Their silent indulgences were abruptly ended however, as another loud noise came somewhere close, the baby on the crib cries once more, a cute shrill that rang the whole hut.
“Oh, sorry about that…” Lilian simply spoke, getting up with a bit of a struggle due to her heavy stomach. She took the crying infant on the crib to carry, cooing to it like a mother, before she finds out the reason for its complaints. She took the child to her breast, feeding it as its cries turns to a satisfied whimper. “Can’t rest for more than half an hour in here, not complaining though, it is a fulfilling work.” Lilian says. Smiling looking at the child.
“Lilian, can I ask you something?” Ylva said, the other woman simply gave a hum, awaiting further words. “The child you’re holding is yours, isn’t it?”
“Hahaha! Of course, sweetheart.” Lilian answered with a chuckle. “What? You think I just randomly breastfed someone else’s kid? I don’t I think I have time for that.” She turns her attention to cooing back her child, “Isn’t that right little baby boy? You’re really hungry, aren’t you?”
“But…”
“Hmm?”
“Its so…” Ylva wanted to give a more careful put of her thoughts, but her lips can’t contain the curiosity, “It’s so… black.”
Whatever offend Ylva thinks she caused, she saw none of it as Lilian features lightened accompanied with a laugh. “Expecting a bit of a mix, do you?” Lilian said, smiling, “That’s another thing the men of this tribe have that i've just told you before, VERY dominant genes. They have to be after surviving on this harsh merciless place for so long, I’m not going to bother going to the specifics, but don’t expect your babies with Inyene to look like you. Barely any of my looks got onto this little man.”
Lilian tilted her hands, showing her own baby to Ylva. Every trait that the child has looks nothing like Lilian, the child has her eyes shape but black of color, other than that, nothing. Deep dark brown skin, making it look like a pure African child. Big lips and nappy hair, and already a very pronounced strong face. A very healthy child with a full belly that would grow up to be another powerful warrior. Every part of his feature is fully African of the Almagtig.
Unlike his mother he has no blue eyes and have black hair instead of brunette. “In fact, the children you saw running around before? The ones that run passes you before you met me? Those are also my children, my flesh and blood all of them.” Lilian continued, her gaze going back and forth to her baby and Ylva’s astounded face, “I love them all and would die for them, they are my pride and joy.”
Ylva recalled the children, she mentioned. They are no different than the baby she saw now on Lilian’s arm, either deep dark brown or coal black, with all the very same features except for a microscopic difference that looks like their mother. “The children of any women taken by the men here will always almost look like their fathers. In fact, it is also part of the culture here for the children to have one trait that looks like their mother, simply for prove on conquest.” Lilian said.
“Some have their eye shape, some have their lips, some may have their nose shape, but never altogether. And they will always be very black… Also, despite the minor differences inherited from the mother, the rest of their features will always look like their father. All African and Almagtig.” She finished as she was pinching and caressing her baby’s cheek, as it rests on the side of her breast.
"Hold on... There were 6 or 7 children i saw before..." Ylva said, almost a whisper, "You mean all of them is-"
"Yeah, they are all mine. Actually, i gave birth to 12 children." Lilian said all nonchalant, but a tint of pride is seen through her eyes, "Sometimes i gave birth to twins or triplets, the rest the usual one child. It has been a very productive ten years... my love Ajani made sure of that. And after this one here..." she tapped her pregnant belly lightly, "...Is out, I probably have to get ready being thrashed by him again, Ajani have to much love in him, but that's a story for another time."
A soft exhale of a breath came from Ylva, her hand went back to her growing belly and the baby within it. As a matter of fact, she is already picturing it, the child coming out of her, with the darkest skin rivalling Inyene’s color of the night sky, her carrying the baby around her breast, with her pale white skin contrasting the child and its father.
Whatever remorseful thoughts of guilt for her dead husband is squashed away with a euphoric feeling of being conquered, like a primordial feminine instinct that gave her these emotions of joy and bliss of being taken and soiled by a man so different than her in all things, using her only for the pleasures she can give with her womb and granting descendants. The color of her fair pale skin and amber hair, the beauty of the west utterly deleted and diluted for the strength of the Almagtig tribe.
She blushes and her breathing is becoming even more frayed. Lilian noticed this, a delightful grin came to her as she spoke, “Oh I know the feeling well, Ylva. I wanted to break and escape from the urges so many times before, but I couldn’t last in the end, even my body instinctively made me stay here in this place, letting the impulses take over until I was eventually taken by Ajani…”
Lilian sat again beside Ylva, her tribal baby still in tow. “Did you know the women that are taken by the tribe are all either light skinned or white?” She says, one brow lifted up as Ylva looks at her confused, “It’s true, you know the Arabian insurgent women that I told you about? Yeah, the tribe didn’t take all of them, they only take those who have the lightest skin and the most beautiful.”
The answer that Ylva wants to know about, is unravelling through Lilian’s words. “I don’t know if you notice, but this tribe have little native women. The ratio is 2.5 to 1, the men here actually need to take women from the outside to swell their numbers. But of course, taking is not enough. The tribe wants the best of all plunders and raiding. The chiefs and champions of this community won’t take anything less…”
“But… But why do they go after—”
“Ylva… you know why…”
All the dots are immediately connected as Lilian gave the small hints. The tradition of conquest and warrior culture, the confining of taken women and their blunt attitudes. The unending passionate fucking and the outrageous kissing custom, all those carnal acts designed to mark the female body with their sins and filth. But the most apparent of sign, is the women regardless of ethnicity, will always birth babies with little features of the mother, a pure black and African Almagtig babies.
“Oh my god… Its why they always go after European women…” Ylva said, unblinking as the truth sets in.
“Not just European, honey.” Lilian added. “Arabs, Latinas, Asian. Any women that have any sign of light or lighter skin.”
“They need to feel like they conquered someone or something… they love the drive and excitement from desecrating everything that’s different than them… defiling the women’s bloodline, seducing them… seducing us to birth their children.” Ylva surmised.
Just so Lilian tells further of what happen to the taken Arabian women that belongs to the insurgents. She cannot recall how many of them exactly that has been taken, but what she truly knows is that they become willing lovers to the tribe not a day after the fact. The next thing she saw that day ten years ago is the satisfied bodies of those women, with most of the Almagtig men buried deep inside their cunts and their mouth dancing with theirs. After the first week have passed, those Arabian beauties proclaimed their devotion to their new tribe and their new black lovers, spending their time bedding them, utterly forgeting the men and husbands they left behind.
9 months later after that, more than a hundred of newborn black babies of the tribe is greeted into the world. crescendo of joy littered the air of the tribe that day...
With that, dozens of dozens of Arabian women has completely betrayed their old lives and families that day, birthing the babies of their once-enemies.
Letting their bodies be touched and corrupted by them, accumulating sins after sins.
“Its in their nature, hon. It’s how this place made them to be.” Lilian continued. “But you know what else they can do? They can make you feel like a woman. Not just feel like a woman to be honest, they will make you feel feminine. But I think you already know that as well.”
Ylva knows it… She knows it even before Inyene whelp her with his child. The way her body fights the primal urges at the start when they were just talking, even before he would touch her, Inyene’s naked body at its full force already prepared the animal part of her brain to procreate. Had her eyes stopped at his mighty body, she might manage to fight it, even though it seems like a losing battle. But her eyes just have to wander to his cock, that gargantuan ebony shaft, the source of her ecstasy.
His everything made her forget about her everything, but even that is a lie. The truth of the matter is that she loves being taken, being submitted by him. She loved being taken away from her husband, have her oath with him and her faithful body being defiled by Inyene. She loved to have everything that is beautiful about her being used to propagate his ebony sons, to have her voluptuous body becoming filthy by his use.
In the back of her mind, she was already preparing to leave every good memory of her husband behind. To even leave her own children, her little girls to Ronald’s parents, their own grandparents. To leave for a new life of the pleasures of the flesh and all its indecent things. Adding to the carnality of the situation is letting her body be used to create more offspring from that very same man who takes away her Ronald, the husband who actually have that right through matrimony.
“You think they stopped at Refugees and other tribes? No, Ylva. Despite being hidden away by the world, the Almagtig tribe is well known for their combative capabilities by elite circles. The government of the nations of Africa often hired men from this tribe to add to their own, and all things considered, it was a pretty good deal for both sides.”
Lilian further explained…
“The Almagtig would get the women, and the government would get the rest of the assets. And circumstances of Africa are many, resources, lands and many more. Business men bringing their families and employees, tourists, humanitarian groups. These all have their fair share of women from all races, and just as well they often clashed with the authorities of the African nations…” Lilian stands up gesturing Ylva to follow.
“If you want prove I can show you if you want, I want to go for a walk, my legs hurt if I stay in one place to long.” She says, “Especially if don’t get any fucking from Ajani… and with me being pregnant, that’s not going to happen soon… Ylva?”
Lilian finds her staring at her with focused gaze, staying that way in a silence of wonder. “I want to know about you, Lilian.” Ylva requested, “How did it happened? How did you become a mother to black children? How did Ajani take you?”
A well-hidden shame crept into Lilian's eyes before she looked back to Ylva, she released a sigh as her eyes wanders to a certain thing. Ylva followed her sight and find a wedding ring on the makeshift table near the window. "You married Ajani?" Ylva innocently said.
"No" Lilian replied, the shame creeping out of her, "I am actually still married to my husband in Luxembourg... he doesn't know about me being here."
"What..."
"He doesn't know... about any of this..."
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Time passes quickly when one spent it on unrestraint euphoria, as the days turns into weeks, Ylva seen the passing of time in a mix of various quickness. As far as she concerns at the very least a month has passed, yet how much in a month it is, is still slow to come to her, it could either be a month in a half or even already in the late moon going into her second month of stay.
There was no time for her to think clearly as most of the hour she spent these days is being ravaged by Inyene merciless cock with only an hour of rest each time they copulate until his sack is fully refilled with seeds ready to breed her again. The puffiness of her pussy that she and her late husband Ronald often teased to look like an innocent mound is slowly being pounded away, now halfway gone just as her vaginal hole is starting to expand. In truth, it has become wide enough that Ronald’s tiny manhood cannot be felt anymore had he lived to try her now. But despite this month of outrageous and unending thrashing it is still so very tight for Inyene, still tight enough that her inner sweet walls still despairingly struggle to fully wrap around his awesome black girth.
All pores and nerves savagely caressed by him every time he thrust in her, giving Ylva multiple orgasm as he does. widening and loosening until her uterus can only be used for Inyene only. Now, just a minute after he left her in his bed legs spread, her vaginal lips and walls still spasm hopelessly trying to return to their old tight shape again. And just as the many times before, no baby making seeds are escaping from inside her, not even its bubbly trail came out. Inyene made sure every time he thrust and climax that he would firmly plant himself as deep and utterly, until the fading puff of her cunt is smooching his wrinkled hard scrotum, feeling every contraction in each ejaculation.
But for every joyful punishment her cunt would take, her lips and mouth are assaulted just as much…
Inyene is remorseless in kissing her, putting his tribal culture to practice everytime he had even a smidgen of a chance to take her mouth.
His large strong lips are just too much for Ylva to match, the hardened skin of it and their large size will always force her own to fully open, even then, Ylva would’ve opened it regardless just to feel the deep hot orgasm their kiss could’ve made, as her genital would climax along with his. But he never waits for her to take the cue, and would take her by force instead. Yet in all honesty, Ylva loved it, loved the way he would treat her whole body as a tool for passionate fucking.
It's the kissing, Ylva thought, it was and always will be the kissing…
As their lips were completely locked together, Ylva’s own mouth would open wide as Inyene’s tongue slipped in, being welcomed by her own wet tongue, in which his would encircle the pink surfaces of hers, coating it with his liquid spit until the musk of his mouth is fully merge with hers.
Many of his bile would come being pushed out from his throat, forcing Ylva to consume it all, and she did so with sensual glee and giggle, both of them making squelching sounds from their mouths as Ylva sucked any and all secretion that Inyene pushed into her orifice, no different than her pussy and his cock doing the same.
That was but moments ago, as now Ylva just lay on his bed after dozens of passionate couplings they already had done. The sun sets on the horizon, sounds of cricket from beyond the hut. Inyene leaves for now, it’s an unofficial schedule that has been determined, Inyene and Ylva would fuck non-stop, then as night finally comes, he would depart to his many others women to swell their bellies with his descendants.
16 hours spent with Ylva, and whatever else before sleep comes will take the leftover baby-making seeds. Yet, when Inyene came back to his hut, he would take her a couple more times before he fell asleep with his shaft still inside her, then waking up the next morning to continue the ravaging until the sky darkens again.
Their very own music that is put on repeat every day…
Ylva recalled the years she spent with her late husband, they were in love both in bed and in other things, despite the struggle they have in enjoying themselves in the former. He was always loving, always taking care of her when she got sick, injured or stressed in their lives together, even before they were married. He put the gentle in the gentleman, treat her softly in every way, there were never an event of harshness in their life.
When she gave birth to his little baby girls, it was a smooth birth, no complication whatsoever in their natural birthing. Things were much better after them, work promotion came for him and her, they would play, cry and sleep together, a picture-perfect ****** that is now struggling due to his departure. Now, she can’t believe how things have escalate…
With Inyene, it was nothing like that, no such softness and subtle care, no signs of that tender love, but perhaps to Ylva, opening her mind slightly to the days of her stay with him, perhaps calling their times spent together not being tender is not quite right…
Inyene is hulking, ardent, and utterly carnal. The passion he holds is fully barbaric and primal, no touch of modern civilization or the old tradition of gentility. But to say that there is no love would be nothing less than being blind.
To Ylva, it seems the only thing he knows of him is many and less at the same time, something that is difficult to express through words. She knows him from the story he told her at the beginning, of the first time they met in his hut, and the conversation of longing and despair she made of him before and after everytime they fuck. She would plead for him to stop at the first week, but that doesn’t last long as the moment that came after is him on top of her and her begging sensually to give birth to his very black children. A sort of twisted animalistic love.
In fact, Ylva never came out of his hut since the first time she entered it.
And as the first week passed, her request to stop the copulating has turned to a demand for more. Every time the entrance of the hut is opened, she would already be in bed, legs fully spread, her arms behind her hair to signify submission as her nipples hardened, her cunt spasming and waiting to tighten around his huge black cock. Inyene didn’t bother himself to say anything as he always leapt to her immediately and ravage her until she can no longer move, until her entire uterus is clogged with his thick cum.
Eventually, grief and regret would take Ylva again. He is the reason why she will never see her late husband again; the reason Ronald can no longer see his children. And now her heart is conflicted as it and her nether region yearned for Inyene to run rampant inside it, despite knowing what he has done to Ronald. Her widowed womb is now holding Inyene’s offspring, betraying her husband entirely.
She did not bother to try to act surprise of the conception, but instead disappointed, in herself and her own lack of self-control. Ylva still believed she could’ve pushed Inyene away and run away to her car and take plan B on her way home. But instead, the euphoric fucking has let the most sensuous part of her to take over, the itch that has never been scratched. Inyene has unlock a part of her she couldn’t believe could feel so heavenly good, and she doesn’t want to let go from it.
Her belly is already swelling, and its already quite large despite it being a month. Ylva knows that the very first time that she and Inyene met and fucked, he had already inseminated her. The brimming hunger of his pounding has already weakened her, but the utterly filthy passionate kissing made her cervix instinctively opened wider, it choked and squelched trying to accommodate wave after wave of solid cum he had delivered.
Ylva wondered if Inyene truly love her, the way she is now falling in love with him, or perhaps already have with how much he had made her feel only with his body. He already saw the swelling of her belly, he would caress it in every moment he could do so with his one hand and the other would pull her hair back and invade her mouth and make her drink his saliva, which she would gulp eagerly.
It should be revolting to her, it had been… but no longer.
It is part of the tribe’s culture that Ylva couldn’t believe she have not only accepted, but also has become a routine, a sensuality Inyene would always demand of her. Before she came here, even a drool that came from her own mouth would disgust her, chaste kiss she shared from her now dead husband has never escalate further unless in their bedding ceremony, but even that were minimal. Many of the things she would find completely repulsive is now something she finds pleasure in.
The influence Inyene has on her terrifies her more and more each day.
Inyene being one of the dozens of champions of his people is privileged to take in as many foods and water or any kind of nourishment to his liking, just as well he would reward himself with extreme training and hard work that would only lead to him becoming stronger and faster than any other man of the tribe. Despite this, Inyene would drink and eat to many, his body would be extremely nourished from it and made him healthier.
Naturally of course, he would take this chance to make sure to claim Ylva for his own pleasure. Never have Inyene let her drink from a clear water source, each time they would fuck, he would make sure to accumulate as many saliva. It is why even after fully draining his seeds inside her, they would have a session of zealous kissing, and it would last for more than 10 minutes, with each second of those Ylva would swallow the waves of spit to quench her thirst as his tongue is wrapped around hers.
And he loved it, loved her for it. To know that every action Inyene is doing to her is to both take her heart and pollute her body with every mark and filth he can give her. The sounds of her throat gulping his liquid bile to nourish her body and moaning with pleasure as she does so would often excite his black cock again and they would continue their coupling as he takes care of her bodily needs.
Ronald would never make her feel this way, make her feel like a euphoric owned woman, soiling her voluptuous body and defiling her innocence… Inyene has made her moan, whimper, scream and beg for all erotic and disgusting activity only a fully devoted lovers could have. Add as well the contrast of their bodies, his dark black skin and cock appears like an invader conquering her womb.
The complexity of the circumstances is so strange to Ylva. She would feel guilty verily so, but that guilt would multiply the joy. She feels that she has betrayed her husband, which in turn adds to the pleasures that came to her orgasms. She feels regret and contentment at the same time, of a vow broken yet also a burden that she just let go.
Unfortunately, much to their disappointment, Inyene is called again to war one day. Leaving Ylva alone with her thoughts, with her love hole aching for his return. Though this presents an opportunity for her, with him being away, that means Ylva has no schedule to keep, meaning she will be free to explore the rest of the tribe.
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Ylva washes herself on the makeshift tub in the hut, the water is clear enough to show the reflection of her figure. Despite the child that is growing inside of her, she still retains the shape of her toned abs, but she figured that they will be gone as the months pass and her belly grows. It Suprises her slightly when she sees the tones of her arms and legs becoming more pronounced, her hips slightly become wider too.
She is sure it was due to the non-stop breeding with Inyene that did it, each session is always intense and fulfilling, no doubt it did good on her body, perhaps the pregnancy adds to it as well. To be frank on Ylva’s perspective, she feels more feminine in body and soul these days, but she supposed it is expected considering the outrageous masculinity Inyene would bring, which would contrast her womanly nature.
She took a short bath with the soap and shampoo that she brought with her, washing away the smell of rampant sex. There is still soreness on her buttocks and hips, and also all over her body though not as harsh. It is a delicate and lovely pain that she loves to have, there are also bruises on her bottom cheeks, a mark Inyene would always give her and she is sure would not be gone any time soon.
Her amber orange-red hair and fair pale skin are already vibrant and glowing, whether it is due to the pregnancy or all the fucking she can’t tell. Either way, now that Inyene is away, this would be the chance for her to know the tribe that has taken her Ronald’s life and interest. The ache still persists of the loving husband she just lost, so she would mourn through knowing the very people that knows his last memories.
When she walks out from the hut, it did not escape her that she is still in an African morning where the heat is not yet kind to her, so she simply wore a tight vest and short shorts both that clings tightly to her skin. As the sun touches her, the bright light is slowly dispersed from her sight for her to finally see the many huts scattered down under from Inyene’s one.
It is a small journey going from her now lover’s abode to the other tribe’s men areas, though she could use the exercise despite the sweaty love making she had with Inyene every day. Fortunately, the path is smooth from use and she did not struggle as she goes. Yet as each footstep brings her closer to her destination, many sounds also came with it, it is a familiar one but the revelation came only when she reaches the entrance of what seems to be a residential area of many shacks.
Parade after parade of sounds of women moaning and screaming with bliss along with the men guttural grunts…
Then as Ylva started to pass some of these homes, another sound came that accompanied the voices, loud smacks of the wet flesh, gurgling, whimpering and murmurs of sweet love. She knew that the libido of the men here is high, but this early in the morning? with almost all of these huts occupied? There is no subtlety of what could these sounds mean with only the walls hiding them from sight, but not all of their entrances are covered…
She saw all of them, all of the women and men in the midst of their sweet baby-making process. All the men are the typical of this tribe, Strong black men, chiseled muscles, some handsome, some ugly and masculine in face and body with greatly-endowed cocks. But the women are VARIED, Whites, Asians, Indians, Latinas, Arabians and Africans, being plowed and seeded in each of these huts.
She knows that the men here take woman from in and out of the tribe, but not to the extent that the other races almost outnumbered the African woman. Questions came to her on how does this tribe could even have the resources or even the reach to get this diverse lot of females, her journey from the airport to this place she has seen little to no woman that is not of African descent. How far reach is their influence?
Another thing entirely is the fact that these women, who are either in the process of being turned into a mother of black African children or have their bellies already large with babies, are all so gorgeous. All of them held the beauty known from their respective races along with having bodies that came close to rivalling luscious models, none of them are less than cute or pretty in appeal. What on earth is going on here!? Ylva thought.
She likes to think she has a good pattern recognition capability and this whole phenomenon does not equate to a sensible deduction, how could these women could end up here instead of in college or some model agency? She ended this with the conclusion that there has to be more cog in the machine for these incidents to occur, someone must be pulling strings.
Then came footsteps that came from her left, the sound of tribal children running and passing her with glee, some of them stopped to gawk at her and tell her she is pretty and beautiful like an angel in their language and continues to flee to somewhere they can play, she picked up more than a few words of the language on her stay here. Afterwards came the very first and only woman that Ylva saw outside, stark naked other than the tribal frills from her bracelet and ankle wear.
This woman has fair white skin similar to her, but with Brunette long straight hair that parts above the forehead and blue sharp eyes with sultry brow, beautiful just like all the rest of them, her thin lips make her look like a fay. Her bare body shows that she is also pregnant, though unlike Ylva, this woman seems to be in her late trimester, with her belly looking ready to plop out an army.
“Go on, go after your brother and sisters…” The woman says, to another African toddler beside her legs. The child takes her cue and ran with glee to their other siblings.
“Hello there, you must be new here.” The woman said, “I have to say, it has been a while since I saw another white woman outside, most of them here has been rather busy birthing out black babies left and right and the other ones that don’t are busy making them.” As the woman came closer, there is actually another child sleeping on her back, his little arms wrapped around her neck. “My name is Lilian, what’s yours?”
“Ylva…” She answered, unblinking as her sight wanders from Lilian and the baby behind her. “This is the first time I saw a Caucasian woman too, honestly.” She said with a chuckle.
“Ylva, that’s a Gaelic name, right?” Lilian asked rhetorically, “Damn, look at you, you look beautiful and strong. No wonder your name has been said more than a few times these last weeks, your lover is Inyene right?”
“R-right… wait, I’m sorry… you’re pregnant…” Ylva said, halfly realizing in the end of how blunt she is.
“Hah! Perceptive, who would’ve thought you have eyes know how to use’em.” She gestured towards her to follow, “Come on Ylva, I’m getting used to the heat, but why bother braving it when you don’t have to. My shack is near here, I’ll lead the way.”
Did she say I’ve been talked about here? Ylva thought, the other woman has already moved away before she can confirm it.
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Before they would arrive on Lilian’s shack, they’ve talk for a short while. It turns out some women are free today, as their lovers are currently out to battle along with Inyene, including Lilian’s lover who goes by the name of Ajani. In fact, Lilian has been in this tribe for 10 years, and had been with Ajani together for almost 8. As they speak of these topics, Ylva would pay attention to this woman’s strut of confidence, unlike her, Lilian seems to move like she knows the habitat.
Naturally with that inference, she can’t help but ask where Lilian is from. She answered that she was born and raised in Europe, Luxembourg, and had come to this tribe due to a professional work. This chat carries on without stop as they entered her shack, “I was actually working as a reporter for a news network, coming here to find out the reason for the whole wars and unrest. A lot of things escalate the moment I step foot on this country.”
She puts the black baby on her back on the crib on the corner of the hut.
Lilian offered a sit on the small table on the center of the room, in which she would sit beside Ylva after she grabbed a mug filled with cold chocolate milk on both of her hand, she gave one to Ylva. With both woman having their drink on hand, Lilian resumes her tale, “I expected to find insurgent groups with modern weapons fighting a revolutionary cause, instead I find myself here…”
Her story is much less tragic compared to Ylva, although she supposed that depends on what view the listener takes it in. Lilian elaborated that she officially works independently, meaning her name is not in any big networks. But she is well known in the circles of journalists and reporters for having an accurate information whilst using less than scrupulous means, which usually ranges from trespassing and use of false identification, or similar works as such for her to access clandestine intel.
News networks often offered her agreements that pays big money without sacrificing her own valued independence, hence she is well-off without a reputation that goes into the open public. Lilian thought that her venture here in African wilds, where conflict of unknown source and reasons would just be another day that she’d spent following her usual procedure. But plans are often altered with factors not accounted or considered, especially on the largely undocumented tribal plains.
A decade ago, when she was exploring the African range, Lilian was present and hidden on the sides when an Almagtig tribe were fighting insurgent groups from the middle east escaping from their oppressive governments and have taken refuge through the tribe’s territory, both parties met each other on the fields, both sides were speaking at first until eventually it escalates into combat.
She didn’t clarify on the battle itself, simply said that the insurgent group was tired and their capabilities are sub-par, thus unsurprisingly the Almagtig tribe who have cultivated their ways of strength from its foundation has prevailed. Not willing to let the men dies, many of the refugee civilians urges to surrender, recognizing the losing fight the insurgent soldiers conceded, the tribe demand them to give up all of their weapons before speaking of parley.
Many of the insurgents lived to regret that decision, as the demands are obviously sacrilege to them, yet it matters not in the end as they have no choice but to agree to it or else they would die anyway. As Ylva asked what the deal was, Lilian chuckled before answering. “Woman…” She says, “Wives, ********* and mothers or those that are not taken yet, it doesn’t matter. The tribe always wants woman.”
This demand led to more than a few men from the insurgent group fighting back, but they are either held back by their other flocks or have been defeated nonetheless by the Almagtig. Not willing to see the torment of their husbands, brothers and sons, most of the woman accepted the tribe’s deal and that would be the last day these women would ever see be seen. As they ride to their home, Lilian followed them back here.
As for the insurgents, most of them have lived and has taken refuge on other nations willing to take them in. Some even thrived and came back here to find their wives again, but to no avail. The tribe is well hidden to those not invited or skilled, like Ylva and Lilian herself respectively, and the government of the country finds this to be an invasive act against their culture and would be apprehended by basis of international humanitarian law, so they never succeeded.
Despite the fact that Lilian has years of experience in keeping herself hidden, she was caught in the end, right on the outskirts of the tribe’s entrance, the guards saw her on the thick branch of the tree taking pictures, and took her down and brought her inside their community. Though only in hindsight she knows that they always knew she was around, they were after all masters of their habitat and body.
Lilian was more fortunate than the other women that has been taken by the tribe, stating her profession and guiling her way by saying that she is under international protection means the men of the tribe cannot touch her, it seems having been in conflict even with the nation’s government has led to the chiefs of many powerful tribes to recognize international terms.
Of course, this apparently doesn’t last long considering her swollen belly very much plain to see by Ylva, but the reporter woman says that she will get to that in time. Smiling with excitement, Lilian finally can get to the part that she enjoys to recount. After being let go and having the permission to explore the area by the chief of the tribe, without the fear of being sexually assaulted by the tribal men.
She saw many of the insurgent Arabian women being carried bridal style or on the shoulders by the tribe’s men, some carried as much as three, others only one woman. Each of these men immediately brought them to their own respective huts, curious on the work of culture, naturally Lilian would watch them through the entrance of these shacks that are mostly not covered. Of course, what happened in there is already something both Ylva and Lilian already knew.
Naturally at first these Arabian women were disinclined by the advances or terrified at worst, hating the tribe for hurting their men and taking them away. But then as they are dragged to their shacks and huts and saw their would-be black lover’s cock, they either held their breath, blushed or speechless by the vista. Unfaithful thoughts came to them, and without intention they excrete their passionate fluids from their holes, their breast eventually follows suit, becoming to tight to hide their glands.
These African tribe’s men wasted no time to rip apart the clothing and burkas, savagely lock their lips with them and ram their tight pussies with their monster black cocks. Lilian was quite stunned on the quickness of these tribal men in the procedures of mating, they did not even bother to bath themselves or let the women acclimate for a long moment. All of the tribal men swiftly discard their loincloth, some even didn’t wear them in the first place, going into battle naked with spears or guns.
Lilian explained that at the time, they didn’t have much time to take in the sight, as they were pushed immediately to the bed. “It was a surreal time for me back then as well. I heard muffled protest and unusual grunting for half a minute, and then it turns to immediate moans and screams of pleasure, with the sounds of wet smacks of skin-to-skin.” Lilian said.
Whatever images that she elaborated to Ylva are the things that both of them already knew from their time living and passing through the homes of these tribes, short as it is for Ylva. Which are nothing less than the fierce heated mouth-to-mouth and the unending invasion of these Arabian sacred uterus, a succulent act that ends only until the satisfaction of the tribal men and their women's sweet wombs bestowing them children.
Which as Ylva experienced, would not take long as Lilian confirmed. All of the women taken by the tribe would almost straightaway be impregnated on the first day. These Almagtig men will go round after round and until morning until their sacks are empty, the only time they stop is when they are called for a task or training. But then again, that respite would only last a short while, which Ylva also knew so well.
“Remember, they have been doing this for more than a millennium… Maybe even on the epoch of this continent for all I know.” Lilian elaborates, “I mean take a look at their bodies, taller, stronger and more masculine in shape than the ordinary men. I once brought one of these men to a specialist back on Luxembourg, did you know that their penises have multitudes more nerves than the average men? And that they produce ten times the sperm in 15 minutes than the average men can in a week?”
If it was surreal moments ago, it’s downright dazing now to Ylva, the discussion has intensified to topics she didn’t expect to hear…
Lilian explained further that natural selection on this continent of Africa is always extreme and unending, there were never any progress on civil advancement, things were just to dangerous and unrestrainedly hostile for there to be any pursuits other than the physical capability. Animals and other tribes of African men will always invade too many times and to quickly with little intervals, that the men have to be ready and alert almost all if not all the times they are alive.
The weak is easily eliminated here, and more so to the Almagtig tribe, for unlike the tribes that lives on the edges and resourceful centers of Africa, they are well hidden in the core of the continent and just as dangerous as it was during the time of their inception. Civilization never reaches here properly since resources are lacking so no incentives, predators of all kind roams around and war came here often by other tribes, a tribal tradition from the olden times.
Hence the men of the Almagtig tribe have adapted so much to their very genes and blood, better and greater than even the strength and durability of the most elite of Olympian athletes, skin deep dark brown or coal black, stamina that essentially never end, with a strength-ability based hierarchy society or so she says.
“Especially their black cocks!” Lilian excitedly remarked, “With so many dangers and death around, the one that survived are those who are not only awesomely strong, but also exceptionally virile to make as many children they can. This song is put on repeat throughout their history, and they get better and better as the years passed until the very tribe you see now. One man here can inseminate dozens of dozens of women in a day, maybe even more than a hundred, I don’t even know if I’m exaggerating!”
Ylva felt his groin drench with her vaginal juice from all those stories Lilian have told, even more now after the historical and biological account. Lilian is the same as well, grinning slyly at Ylva as her love seeps down onto her thighs and ankles. Their silent indulgences were abruptly ended however, as another loud noise came somewhere close, the baby on the crib cries once more, a cute shrill that rang the whole hut.
“Oh, sorry about that…” Lilian simply spoke, getting up with a bit of a struggle due to her heavy stomach. She took the crying infant on the crib to carry, cooing to it like a mother, before she finds out the reason for its complaints. She took the child to her breast, feeding it as its cries turns to a satisfied whimper. “Can’t rest for more than half an hour in here, not complaining though, it is a fulfilling work.” Lilian says. Smiling looking at the child.
“Lilian, can I ask you something?” Ylva said, the other woman simply gave a hum, awaiting further words. “The child you’re holding is yours, isn’t it?”
“Hahaha! Of course, sweetheart.” Lilian answered with a chuckle. “What? You think I just randomly breastfed someone else’s kid? I don’t I think I have time for that.” She turns her attention to cooing back her child, “Isn’t that right little baby boy? You’re really hungry, aren’t you?”
“But…”
“Hmm?”
“Its so…” Ylva wanted to give a more careful put of her thoughts, but her lips can’t contain the curiosity, “It’s so… black.”
Whatever offend Ylva thinks she caused, she saw none of it as Lilian features lightened accompanied with a laugh. “Expecting a bit of a mix, do you?” Lilian said, smiling, “That’s another thing the men of this tribe have that i've just told you before, VERY dominant genes. They have to be after surviving on this harsh merciless place for so long, I’m not going to bother going to the specifics, but don’t expect your babies with Inyene to look like you. Barely any of my looks got onto this little man.”
Lilian tilted her hands, showing her own baby to Ylva. Every trait that the child has looks nothing like Lilian, the child has her eyes shape but black of color, other than that, nothing. Deep dark brown skin, making it look like a pure African child. Big lips and nappy hair, and already a very pronounced strong face. A very healthy child with a full belly that would grow up to be another powerful warrior. Every part of his feature is fully African of the Almagtig.
Unlike his mother he has no blue eyes and have black hair instead of brunette. “In fact, the children you saw running around before? The ones that run passes you before you met me? Those are also my children, my flesh and blood all of them.” Lilian continued, her gaze going back and forth to her baby and Ylva’s astounded face, “I love them all and would die for them, they are my pride and joy.”
Ylva recalled the children, she mentioned. They are no different than the baby she saw now on Lilian’s arm, either deep dark brown or coal black, with all the very same features except for a microscopic difference that looks like their mother. “The children of any women taken by the men here will always almost look like their fathers. In fact, it is also part of the culture here for the children to have one trait that looks like their mother, simply for prove on conquest.” Lilian said.
“Some have their eye shape, some have their lips, some may have their nose shape, but never altogether. And they will always be very black… Also, despite the minor differences inherited from the mother, the rest of their features will always look like their father. All African and Almagtig.” She finished as she was pinching and caressing her baby’s cheek, as it rests on the side of her breast.
"Hold on... There were 6 or 7 children i saw before..." Ylva said, almost a whisper, "You mean all of them is-"
"Yeah, they are all mine. Actually, i gave birth to 12 children." Lilian said all nonchalant, but a tint of pride is seen through her eyes, "Sometimes i gave birth to twins or triplets, the rest the usual one child. It has been a very productive ten years... my love Ajani made sure of that. And after this one here..." she tapped her pregnant belly lightly, "...Is out, I probably have to get ready being thrashed by him again, Ajani have to much love in him, but that's a story for another time."
A soft exhale of a breath came from Ylva, her hand went back to her growing belly and the baby within it. As a matter of fact, she is already picturing it, the child coming out of her, with the darkest skin rivalling Inyene’s color of the night sky, her carrying the baby around her breast, with her pale white skin contrasting the child and its father.
Whatever remorseful thoughts of guilt for her dead husband is squashed away with a euphoric feeling of being conquered, like a primordial feminine instinct that gave her these emotions of joy and bliss of being taken and soiled by a man so different than her in all things, using her only for the pleasures she can give with her womb and granting descendants. The color of her fair pale skin and amber hair, the beauty of the west utterly deleted and diluted for the strength of the Almagtig tribe.
She blushes and her breathing is becoming even more frayed. Lilian noticed this, a delightful grin came to her as she spoke, “Oh I know the feeling well, Ylva. I wanted to break and escape from the urges so many times before, but I couldn’t last in the end, even my body instinctively made me stay here in this place, letting the impulses take over until I was eventually taken by Ajani…”
Lilian sat again beside Ylva, her tribal baby still in tow. “Did you know the women that are taken by the tribe are all either light skinned or white?” She says, one brow lifted up as Ylva looks at her confused, “It’s true, you know the Arabian insurgent women that I told you about? Yeah, the tribe didn’t take all of them, they only take those who have the lightest skin and the most beautiful.”
The answer that Ylva wants to know about, is unravelling through Lilian’s words. “I don’t know if you notice, but this tribe have little native women. The ratio is 2.5 to 1, the men here actually need to take women from the outside to swell their numbers. But of course, taking is not enough. The tribe wants the best of all plunders and raiding. The chiefs and champions of this community won’t take anything less…”
“But… But why do they go after—”
“Ylva… you know why…”
All the dots are immediately connected as Lilian gave the small hints. The tradition of conquest and warrior culture, the confining of taken women and their blunt attitudes. The unending passionate fucking and the outrageous kissing custom, all those carnal acts designed to mark the female body with their sins and filth. But the most apparent of sign, is the women regardless of ethnicity, will always birth babies with little features of the mother, a pure black and African Almagtig babies.
“Oh my god… Its why they always go after European women…” Ylva said, unblinking as the truth sets in.
“Not just European, honey.” Lilian added. “Arabs, Latinas, Asian. Any women that have any sign of light or lighter skin.”
“They need to feel like they conquered someone or something… they love the drive and excitement from desecrating everything that’s different than them… defiling the women’s bloodline, seducing them… seducing us to birth their children.” Ylva surmised.
Just so Lilian tells further of what happen to the taken Arabian women that belongs to the insurgents. She cannot recall how many of them exactly that has been taken, but what she truly knows is that they become willing lovers to the tribe not a day after the fact. The next thing she saw that day ten years ago is the satisfied bodies of those women, with most of the Almagtig men buried deep inside their cunts and their mouth dancing with theirs. After the first week have passed, those Arabian beauties proclaimed their devotion to their new tribe and their new black lovers, spending their time bedding them, utterly forgeting the men and husbands they left behind.
9 months later after that, more than a hundred of newborn black babies of the tribe is greeted into the world. crescendo of joy littered the air of the tribe that day...
With that, dozens of dozens of Arabian women has completely betrayed their old lives and families that day, birthing the babies of their once-enemies.
Letting their bodies be touched and corrupted by them, accumulating sins after sins.
“Its in their nature, hon. It’s how this place made them to be.” Lilian continued. “But you know what else they can do? They can make you feel like a woman. Not just feel like a woman to be honest, they will make you feel feminine. But I think you already know that as well.”
Ylva knows it… She knows it even before Inyene whelp her with his child. The way her body fights the primal urges at the start when they were just talking, even before he would touch her, Inyene’s naked body at its full force already prepared the animal part of her brain to procreate. Had her eyes stopped at his mighty body, she might manage to fight it, even though it seems like a losing battle. But her eyes just have to wander to his cock, that gargantuan ebony shaft, the source of her ecstasy.
His everything made her forget about her everything, but even that is a lie. The truth of the matter is that she loves being taken, being submitted by him. She loved being taken away from her husband, have her oath with him and her faithful body being defiled by Inyene. She loved to have everything that is beautiful about her being used to propagate his ebony sons, to have her voluptuous body becoming filthy by his use.
In the back of her mind, she was already preparing to leave every good memory of her husband behind. To even leave her own children, her little girls to Ronald’s parents, their own grandparents. To leave for a new life of the pleasures of the flesh and all its indecent things. Adding to the carnality of the situation is letting her body be used to create more offspring from that very same man who takes away her Ronald, the husband who actually have that right through matrimony.
“You think they stopped at Refugees and other tribes? No, Ylva. Despite being hidden away by the world, the Almagtig tribe is well known for their combative capabilities by elite circles. The government of the nations of Africa often hired men from this tribe to add to their own, and all things considered, it was a pretty good deal for both sides.”
Lilian further explained…
“The Almagtig would get the women, and the government would get the rest of the assets. And circumstances of Africa are many, resources, lands and many more. Business men bringing their families and employees, tourists, humanitarian groups. These all have their fair share of women from all races, and just as well they often clashed with the authorities of the African nations…” Lilian stands up gesturing Ylva to follow.
“If you want prove I can show you if you want, I want to go for a walk, my legs hurt if I stay in one place to long.” She says, “Especially if don’t get any fucking from Ajani… and with me being pregnant, that’s not going to happen soon… Ylva?”
Lilian finds her staring at her with focused gaze, staying that way in a silence of wonder. “I want to know about you, Lilian.” Ylva requested, “How did it happened? How did you become a mother to black children? How did Ajani take you?”
A well-hidden shame crept into Lilian's eyes before she looked back to Ylva, she released a sigh as her eyes wanders to a certain thing. Ylva followed her sight and find a wedding ring on the makeshift table near the window. "You married Ajani?" Ylva innocently said.
"No" Lilian replied, the shame creeping out of her, "I am actually still married to my husband in Luxembourg... he doesn't know about me being here."
"What..."
"He doesn't know... about any of this..."
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To be continued
