Chapter 85: The Daughters’ Offering
Extra-Long Special Chapter
Elia and Loria stood frozen for a moment under the warm glow of the hearth. Kellar’s command echoed through the chamber with an absolute authority that left no room for hesitation.
"Did you not hear me?" said Kellar, crossing his arms as he watched them coldly. "Take off those furs."
Elia was the first to react. With trembling fingers, she unfastened the leather ties holding her cloak together. The heavy garment dropped to the floor with a soft thud, revealing a thin linen tunic that barely covered her torso. Loria mimicked her letting her own cloak slide off while her dark eyes remained fixed on the floor, flushed with a deep crimson blush.
"Faster, I don’t have all day to wait for you," said Kellar, taking a step toward them. "Remember that you were the ones who came knocking on my door. I didn’t go out looking for you."
"Yes, Shaman..." said Elia, her breath hitching as she slid the tunic up over her shoulders.
The fabric pooled at her feet, exposing her bare body to the firelight. Unlike Mila or Maya, who possessed fuller, firmer curves shaped by heavy physical labor, the former shaman’s daughters had slender, elegant figures. Their skin was pale and supple, preserved over the years by their father’s privileges. Atop her firm chest, two pink nipples hardened by the sudden contrast of cold air stood erect against her skin.
Loria unfastened her own garment in haste, fearful of making Kellar lose his patience. Standing naked beside her sister, she revealed an even narrower waist and smooth, slender thighs that trembled slightly.
"Look me in the eyes," said Kellar, gripping Elia by the waist and pulling her body flush against his.
Elia choked back a soft gasp as her skin made contact with Kellar’s chest.
"You are very impatient, Shaman... but I will do whatever you ask as long as I never have to return to the cold," said Elia, wrapping her arms around his neck while her pink nipples pressed against his skin.
"You are in no position to judge my patience," said Kellar, sliding his hand down to squeeze the curve of her hip firmly. "Your body belongs to the new leader of the tribe now. Prove it to me."
"Loria... help me," said Elia, glancing over at her sister as she tilted her head back, letting out a ragged sigh.
Loria approached submissively from his other side, sinking to her knees onto the fur rug before Kellar. With trembling yet eager hands, she began unbuckling Kellar’s leather belt, looking up at him with timid eyes.
"Allow me to serve you as well, Shaman... I promise I will be a good servant to you," said Loria, brushing her lips against the exposed skin of his lower abdomen.
"Fewer words, more action," said Kellar, running his fingers through Loria’s hair while guiding Elia down onto the bed of furs. "You have the entire night to prove to me that you are worth keeping."
Both sisters knelt before Kellar upon the thick bed of furs, exchanging a brief look filled with shared nerves and unspoken courage. They had discussed this in their cold hut before coming out to find him, fully aware of what surrendering to the new leader entailed. They gave each other a subtle nod and leaned down toward his crotch.
"Show me that you know how to follow orders," said Kellar, running his hands through both of their hair.
"Yes, Shaman..." said Elia, bringing her lips forward with devotion.
Loria took the initiative, brushing her tongue forward while Elia joined her. Working in harmony, both sisters began caressing and licking his shaft at the same time, sharing the task as they alternated their rhythm between wet suctions and warm kisses along his length.
"Just like that... keep that rhythm," said Kellar, tilting his head back as he enjoyed the double attention from their mouths.
"We will do whatever it takes to satisfy our new shaman," said Loria, pausing briefly to catch her breath while her dark eyes shimmered in the firelight before wrapping her lips around him once more.
"Don’t stop," said Kellar, guiding Elia’s head firmly to deepen the pressure.
Elia let out a muffled murmur against his skin, quickening her suction right alongside her sister.
Kellar pulled his shaft smoothly out from both of their mouths and leaned back against the bed of furs.
"Take care of this," said Kellar.
Elia caught her breath to gather her courage as she stared down at the impressive size of his hardness standing before her.
"I will go first," said Elia, glancing at her sister before taking the initiative.
Straddling him, Elia guided his tip with a trembling hand while Loria knelt right beside her, wrapping her arms around her waist to offer support. Kellar gripped Elia’s hips firmly and began bringing her down slowly.
Elia let out a sharp gasp as she felt the overwhelming stretch. Her inner walls were incredibly tight, and as she yielded completely under a final downward push, a thin trickle of red liquid began to flow, sliding down her inner thigh.
"Well now, so you were a virgin..." said Kellar, smirking faintly as he felt the tight grip of her body. "An unopened gift is always more interesting."
"It’s yours... everything of mine is yours now, Shaman," said Elia, gritting her teeth and leaning her head back against her sister’s shoulder as she adapted to the searing warmth inside her.
Kellar gripped Elia’s hips more firmly and began driving into her with a steady, deep rhythm. Elia could only grit her teeth, digging her nails into her sister’s shoulders as she endured each thrust while the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure surged through her.
Beside her, Loria, unable to hold back the rush of nervous tension, began weeping silently, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Kellar paused for a moment, turning his head to glare at the younger sister.
"Come on, it’s not like I forced you to come here," said Kellar. "If you’re going to cry, you can leave right now."
"No, Shaman! Please don’t send me away..." said Loria, wiping her tears away quickly with the back of her hand. "I won’t leave. I was... I was just scared, but I want to stay with you."
"Then stop crying and prove it," said Kellar, resuming his thrusts into Elia.
"I will... I’ll be strong," said Loria, leaning closer to kiss her sister’s forehead as both women held onto each other tightly in the suffocating heat of the room.
With every deep thrust, the sharp initial pain in Elia’s belly began to fade, giving way to an intense wave of heat that coursed through her entire body. Her stifled groans shifted in tone, growing soft and rhythmic as she tilted her head back, surrendering completely to the overwhelming pleasure.
Loria watched her with wide eyes, astonished to hear the sounds coming from her sister’s mouth.
"Elia... does it hurt?" said Loria in a whisper, squeezing her hand.
"Not anymore... it was only for a moment," said Elia, breathing heavily as her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Now... it feels incredible."
Kellar gradually slowed his pace before coming to a stop, holding Elia’s hips as he stood up slightly and smoothly withdrew from inside her. Elia let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief and collapsed onto her side against the furs, exhausted and satisfied.
Kellar turned his gaze toward the younger sister, tracing the curve of her figure with his eyes.
"Let’s give Elia a break," said Kellar, gesturing toward Loria. "You’re up next."
Loria swallowed hard, but this time she did not hesitate or shed a single tear. She looked at her sister, who gave her a faint, encouraging smile, and crawled forward over the furs toward Kellar to place herself at his disposal.
Kellar knelt down before Loria on the bed of furs, gripping her thighs firmly to position her beneath him.
"Are you ready?" said Kellar, staring into the young woman’s eyes.
"I am ready, Shaman," said Loria, taking a deep breath and clutching the furs beneath her.
Kellar wasted no time and pushed forward, entering her in a single fluid movement. Loria stifled a sharp cry, shutting her eyes tightly as the initial pain sent a tremble through her legs. However, remembering her sister’s example, she remained calm and endured the initial stretch without backing away.
Kellar began to move with a measured yet steady rhythm, giving her time to adapt. Within minutes, the tension on Loria’s face began to melt away. The sharp sting yielded to an enveloping warmth that caused her eyes to flutter open, letting out small, broken groans as she arched her back toward him.
"Well now... so you had this gift stored away as well," said Kellar, smirking as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.
"It is all for you... Shaman," said Loria, wrapping her arms around Kellar’s back as the overwhelming pleasure claimed her senses.
After a long stretch of intense thrusts, Kellar paused and looked at both sisters, who lay stretched out across the fur bedding, disheveled, flushed, and breathing heavily.
"Don’t get too comfortable," said Kellar, standing up to look down at them with a calculating smile. "The night is only just beginning. You had better not fall asleep, or there will be a rather severe punishment for whichever one yields to exhaustion."
Elia and Loria exchanged a trembling glance, but fear was no longer on their faces—only absolute submission toward their new master.