Chapter 483: More About Sex
Benjamin looked at Heka, at the desperate hope in her eyes, and felt his resistance crumble.
She believed in this, believed that he could help these people. And despite everything, he found that he trusted her judgment.
"Alright," he said finally, his voice heavy with resignation. "Let’s just get this over with."
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Even after the red-haired woman, Khüch, had finally given her hesitant consent, it still took several more long and difficult minutes of careful persuasion and gentle coaxing before her trembling fingers finally released their tight hold on the edges of the pale tribal-style gown.
The fabric slid slowly downward along her body, whispering softly as it went, until it pooled around her bare feet on the floor of the tent.
This revealed the smooth, unblemished skin underneath her body in full, a form that was slender through the arms and waist yet pleasingly curvaceous in all the right feminine places.
A small, neat patch of red hair hovered just above her vagina, though the special spot itself showed no signs of wetness or dripping from any kind of arousal at all.
Her breasts were modest in size, yet full enough that they would jiggle and bounce noticeably with even the smallest movement she made.
"Excuse me, Neelei, is this not the part where you assist me somehow?!" The woman, still desperately trying to hide her newly exposed naked body with both arms, yelled toward the naked middle-aged man who stood blushing furiously in the corner of the tent.
Her voice carried a sharp edge of panic and accusation as she shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.
Apparently, despite having slept with his several wives many times over the years in his original body, good old Khüch didn’t know what it felt like to be the woman in such a situation.
Thus, he was left completely confused as to what he should do now.
"Forgive me, uncle," Khüch, who was actually Lei, slowly nodded his head in response. His voice came out low and heavy with reluctance. "But this is one request I will not honor. I simply cannot bring myself to do it."
Apparently, Neelei saw helping her own body get slept with as something that felt far too much like openly masturbating, and her maiden heart simply could not take that level of intimate involvement.
It turned into a prolonged back and forth between them, with the slender woman crying out about treason at one heated point, her voice rising in distress and frustration as she argued fiercely.
But Heka soon stepped in to intervene, moving with calm purpose.
"Just relax yourself. I can feel your heartbeat racing from your back," Heka said in a soothing tone as she positioned herself directly behind the woman.
She wrapped her arms around her gently and began massaging her breasts slowly with her fingers, working the soft flesh with deliberate care.
"What?! Th-That’s not my heartbeat!" the woman whined immediately, her voice cracking with embarrassment even as her body reacted to the touch. "The g-great chief can never be nervous for such a ritual!"
Heka continued guiding her forward step by step, bringing her toward the sprawled rug that would serve as their bed for this encounter.
In order for Khüch, who was currently Lei, to not feel too embarrassed by the whole situation, everyone inside the tent had been forced to undress completely and become naked as well.
Yes, the chief was petty like that, enforcing the condition without hesitation.
"By the look of things," Heka smiled warmly as she turned her head slightly toward Benjamin, who stood some feet away watching the scene unfold. Her fingers never stopped their slow, rhythmic work on the woman’s breasts. "It seems little miss Khüch Khan has not laid with a man ever since becoming a woman."
The woman’s face and the other man’s face both ignited in deep red blushes at the same moment.
They fidgeted visibly where they stood, avoiding direct eye contact with each other as much as possible while the awkwardness thickened in the air.
"N... Naturally! She is my niece; I mustn’t allow her body be touched against her own will," was Lei’s explanation for being celibate, her small voice carrying a strong note of protective insistence despite the flush on her cheeks.
Heka was clearly pleased with the turn out of events.
She claimed with confidence that Benjamin would be the first to make love to this Khüch-Neelei individual.
And in doing so, she knew the woman would enjoy herself to the limit, due to a complete lack of any previous metric in which she may have tried to measure Benjamin with.
And yes, the atmosphere inside the tent was starting to become far more about sex than actually breaking the curse.
By the way, Heka would chant the spell when Benjamin had gone far into the session, in order to break the curse.
Chances were if Benjamin copulated with the woman, the curse would not only be broken, but they may both receive a gift as a result of the fellowship.
Benjamin Mark WAS a demi-god, despite it all.
Since Lei was such an amateur at these things, Heka remained very involved in the encounter, massaging the woman’s breasts first.
Her fingers pulled and pressed the soft and bouncy flesh inward with steady pressure, then lightly pinched the nipple consistently, rolling the sensitive peak between her thumb and forefinger in a repeating, teasing motion that drew small, involuntary sounds from the red-haired woman’s lips.
Heka’s brown hands contrasted sharply against the pale skin as she continued the slow, intimate massage.
She cupped each breast fully, squeezing with just enough force to make the flesh spill between her fingers before releasing it again, watching the way they bounced back into shape.
The woman’s nipples had grown noticeably firmer under the persistent attention, reddening slightly from the repeated pinching and pulling.
Every time Heka gave a firmer tug, the red-haired woman’s breath would hitch audibly, her shoulders tensing and then relaxing in waves.
The slender woman kept making small whining protests under her breath, though they grew softer and less coherent as the massage continued without pause.
Her hands fluttered uselessly at her sides, sometimes trying to cover herself again only for Heka to gently but firmly move them away.
The air in the tent felt heavier now, charged with the mix of embarrassment and anticipation.
Benjamin remained standing a short distance away, his presence a powerful reminder of what was coming next.
The other man in the corner shifted his weight again, still blushing fiercely as he tried not to stare too directly at the scene playing out in front of him.
Heka leaned in a little closer from behind, her voice dropping to a murmur near the woman’s ear while her fingers never stopped their work—pressing, pulling, and pinching the soft, responsive flesh with patient rhythm.
The red-haired woman’s chest rose and fell faster now, her modest breasts moving in time with each deliberate touch as the encounter lingered in this charged, preparatory moment.