Chapter 94: Divine Will
As night fell, Kellar finally returned to his wooden house. Crossing the threshold, he found his women waiting inside; however, two of them remained standing in a corner, looking uncomfortable and unsure of what to do. Due to how hectic the day had been, Kellar had forgotten about them, leaving them all day like ants on a hot skillet.
Kellar walked toward the center of the room, took a seat at the head of the table, and began eating his dinner accompanied by a pitcher of wine. Although the drink was scarce for the rest of the villagers, he made sure to reserve several pitchers daily for his personal collection.
"Aunt, Mila, Meli... these are Elia and Loria," said Kellar, gesturing toward the newcomers between bites. "They are the daughters of the previous shaman."
The three women already present knew this well. What truly astonished them was not their identity, but Kellar’s sheer audacity in bringing them into his own home. What if they tried to poison him? What if they murdered him in his sleep to avenge their father? How could he be so reckless as to bring the enemy under his own roof?
Noticing the looks of distrust and tension filling the room, Kellar set his cup down on the table.
"I know what you are thinking," said Kellar, looking at each of them. "But there is nothing to worry about. The Bear God has revealed to me that they have been chosen by his will, so I could not harm them and must protect them under my roof."
"The Bear God...?" said Mila, exchanging a skeptical glance with the others.
Once the will of the Bear God was mentioned, none of them tried to push the matter or question the decision further. The divine mandate was sacred and unquestionable to the people of the tribe.
Kellar continued eating in total tranquility while smirking to himself. The excuse of the Bear God was simply perfect; he could use it at his convenience for every unfavorable situation, to justify arbitrary decisions, or to bypass difficult explanations without anyone daring to talk back.
Later, when complete silence fell over the wooden house and the embers in the hearth cast dim shadows across the chamber, Kellar retired to his private quarters alongside Mila.
A small flash of white light floated in the dimness before materializing at the foot of the bed. It was the small white cat, gazing at Kellar with bright, attentive eyes.
"You are just in time," said Kellar in a whisper, unbuckling his fur belt.
"A promise is a promise," said the white cat, twitching its tail impatiently. "Give me the essence... the scent of your vitality is stronger than ever, and it smells delicious."
Kellar looked at Mila, who was already familiar with the strange ritual required to feed the familiar and satisfy the shaman’s needs. Without hesitation, Mila knelt before him amidst the furs and began performing intense fellatio on him. As the heat rose in the room and Kellar reached the brink of climax, he gently gripped her hair to pull her back just in time.
At the exact moment the stream of semen shot into the air, the white cat made an agile, precise leap from the edge of the bed, catching and devouring the pure essence out of the air before touching the floor.
"Ahhh... delicious, extremely delicious..." said the white cat, landing on the furs and licking its whiskers with satisfaction. "Tomorrow I will be faster than ever. Rest... those men in black are in for quite a surprise."
Mila wiped her lips with the back of her hand and curled up beside Kellar, while the small feline settled at the foot of the bed.
"Is that really all that little cat needs?" said Mila, looking at the animal with curiosity.
"That’s right," said Kellar, gently stroking her hair as he stared at the ceiling. "He only needs that essence to stay strong."
"He is a very strange beast..." said Mila, letting out a soft sigh.
"You have no idea," said Kellar, offering a faint smirk. "But he is extremely powerful. He is the best ally we have right now, especially with the threat at our doorstep."
"What threat?" said Mila, propping herself up slightly on the furs, her eyes filled with concern.
"The tribe that attacked us a few years ago is lurking in the shadows," said Kellar, his tone turning serious. "We have discovered their exact position, and we are preparing to surprise them as quickly as possible."
Before Mila could respond, the chamber door opened softly. Her aunt and Meli slipped inside with mischievous smirks playing on their faces.
"We were feeling very lonely out there," said her aunt, adjusting her fur robe. "We know today was Mila’s turn, but we could at least be in here enjoying the show, couldn’t we?"
Kellar let out a low laugh as he made space on the furs.
"Go ahead, come in," said Kellar, gesturing for them to join.
Seeing the room begin to fill up, the small white cat let out an annoyed huff. Making a swift, silent leap, it bounded through the open window and vanished into the night, making it clear once again that it despised crowds.
Without the cat ruining the mood, the room turned hot and filthy. Meli crawled over the furs and spread her legs on Kellar’s left, while her aunt pressed her body against his right side, pulling Kellar’s hands onto her bare breasts. Mila settled into the middle, rubbing her pelvis against Kellar’s thigh and guiding her man’s hard cock to take them all.
Amidst rough panting, hard slaps, and the wet sound of skin slamming against skin, Kellar pounded them and used their bodies as he pleased for hours. He fucked each of his women making them moan and beg for more until a wild climax left them spent and sweating around him as the final ember in the hearth died out completely.