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Unto the Ages: Chapter 155
🕑 Added 2025-03-05 10:54:39 +0000 UTCUnlike Grud’s past few outings, Mita was not pregnant, so his current travels were far from boring.
While his wagon’s horses just followed the line of riders in front of them, Grud was inside the wagon right next to the small door that led to the driver’s seat. As for why he was inside, it was mainly because he was feeling a bit frisky and copped a feel on Mita’s ass.
This was Mita’s signal to go inside the wagon and wait for Grud.
After Grud was done securing the reins, he headed inside to the sight of a naked Mita sauntering toward him. “What a naughty man you are~,” Mita said sultrily as she ran her index finger down Grud’s lips all the way down into his pants, where she grabbed the base of his cock that was starting to harden and pitch a tent.
She then pushed Grud backward into a seat and started unbuttoning his custom pants that accommodated his extra large bulge. She then fished out Grud’s almost twenty inches of thick and hard meat and started stroking it as she pressed the hot rod against her face, savoring the smell and the throbbing sensation.
As she rubbed her cheek against his shaft, Mita, being the dutiful wife that she is, reminded Grud that she had to make this cum extraction quick due to being on the road and that he was supposed to be driving.
“Don't worry about that. The horses are smart enough to keep in line.” Grud said as he leaned back, enjoying Mita’s soft and smooth skin against his shaft.
Mita’s response was a swift slap to his shaft, “Don’t you start this now. If you make this a habit, we will never leave the inside of this wagon.” she said, chastising him.
Grud just chuckled as he looked down at Mita between his legs, “Oh? When did you become such a disciplinarian?”
“Ever since you put children in all of our bellies and created an army of children we had to raise. How else are we going to keep them in line?” Mita said as she slapped his dick again.
These impacts on Grud’s dick would have been painful for other men, but to Grud’s sturdy dick, it was pleasurable and somewhat entertaining as he saw his dick wave back and forth from the slaps.
“Ok, fine. I will get back to driving after I cum.” Grud relented. But he had planned to hold back on cumming as long as he could to stretch out the pleasure.
Mita huffed cutely and brought the head of Grud’s dick down to align with her mouth. Then with one swift, well-practiced stroke, she pushed her face into his dick and sheathed him all the way to the base, his now prehensile penis allowing his previously rigid to bend and fit the contour of Mita's throat. Allowing her to maintain eye contact while going down on him.
As she bobbed her head back and forth, Grud could feel the glans of his penis rub against Mita's esophageal sphincter of her stomach entrance as he not only face and throat fucked her, but also stomach fucked her.
As the minutes went by, Mita did not rest in her back and forth motion of her head bobbing as her throat milked Grud's shaft, but all this time, Grud was holding himself back from cumming, and it did not take long for Mita to notice that it was taking longer than usual for Grud to blow his load.
Suspecting there something was up, she glanced up to see her husband's cheeky grin and knew what Grud was up to, so she started taking things up a notch and started going for the long-stroke blowjob method. She pulled back until the head of Grud's dick was in her mouth, before plunging down to the base, and repeated while purposely making sloppy sounds as she practically inhaled Grud's dick.
The sudden escalation in pleasure caused Grud to throw his head back, but Mita was not done, she reached back into his pants and dug his humongous balls out of his custom underwear that was designed to only cradle his balls, and started massaging the two massive cum orbs.
With the cum being massaged out of his balls, Grud was having a hard time holding back, but Mita was merciless. She knew every sensitive spot on his dick and balls and carried out a fast and brutal attack to great effect.
From the throbbing she felt from his shaft, she knew he was close. Eventually, a few short minutes after her brutal assault, she felt the trembling and churning of Grud's balls, which told her that he was cumming. So she swallowed his dick all the way to the base and did something she and her sister-wives had been practicing.
She purposely used her gag reflex, which was all but almost forgotten by now, to contract her esophagus. This squeezed and massaged Grud's shaft, urging the cum to travel down his shaft and directly into her stomach.
Towards the tail end of Grud's ejaculation, Mita pulled back until his dick was cumming directly into her mouth. She savored the last few mouthfuls of his baby batter before sucking the last rope of cum out of his urethra. When she was done, Mita opened her mouth to show Grud the last mouthful of cum before gulping it down and opening up again to show an empty mouth.
Even though Grud still had more in the tank, he decided to save it for tonight and reached out to pat Mita's head, “Thank you, my love.” Grud said as he looked down at Mita with a bloated stomach.
“You are very welcome.” Mita said before giving his dick another slap, “Now go attend to the horses while I rest, you sex beast!”
“Yes, my love.” Grud said as he stuffed his junk back into his pants while chuckling and went back out to take the reins.
As the chieftain and leader of this Warband, Grud could have easily asked one of his men to drive the wagon for him. However, contrary to his social standing and reputation, he was quite private and uncomfortable with others hearing his women moan or feeling the wagon shake while he was railing Mita. This discomfort was the reason he chose to drive the wagon himself.
When he was seated and back in control of the wagon, Grud called out to one of his sons riding in front of the wagon. “Bo’Sa, how long did the scouts say it was going to be before we reached the next tribe?”
Bo’Sa pulled back on his horse’s reins to slow down and ride next to Grud, “If there are no unforeseen delays, the scouts say that we will reach the Striking Serpent tribe just before nightfall. Otherwise, we are camping in the snow again.” he reported to his father, hoping they will make it to the alliance tribe so they did not need to sleep in the cold tonight.
Grud nodded and waved his son back into position as they continued their journey. On their way to the border of alliance lands, Grud’s warband had been hopping from tribe to tribe in order to rest and restock on supplies and pick up anyone who had their own ride and wanted to come along.
***
Eventually, Grud and his Warband reached the staging point to launch the raid into lands under the protection of the Thunder Stride tribe. Naturally, such a large gathering could not avoid the attention of the opposing tribes, who were openly spying on them from a distance.
Grud stepped down from his wagon, leaving Mita inside to rest from helping Grud empty his balls earlier in the day. He then met with the gathering of chieftains to meet and greet them.
After all the pleasantries were done, they got straight into the discussion and planning of the retaliation raid. This discussion quickly began to shift to the subject of who should take overall command.
The moment this was brought up, a few ambitious chieftains piped up, saying that they should be the ones to lead, be it by merit of some achievement or prowess that Grud had never heard about before or because they were the aggrieved party and the right to vengeance was theirs.
Then, there was the majority of the chieftains who voted for Grud to lead the raid due to his strength and successful track record of destroying his enemies.
But while all this discussion turned argument was going on, Grud was just standing around and staying quiet. He had hoped that a raid leader besides himself would be chosen due to having other plans. He did not have time to stand around and engage with what would most likely be weaker tribes under the Thunder Stride’s command.
After the argument dragged on for a few more minutes, Grud lost patience and stepped forward, raising his hand to silence the quarreling group. “Before we select a leader for the raid, I want to share my intentions. I, along with my riders, plan to head straight to the Thunder Stride tribe and crush them. However, for that to happen, I'll need a proper distraction—hopefully one significant enough to draw in the fighters of the Thunder Stride tribe. While their fighters are occupied here, my men and I will ride to their tribe to attack. Is anyone opposed to my plan?”
There were a few murmurs before one of the chieftains spoke up with a challenge in his voice, “So you are going to wait around while the rest of us fight?”
Grud ignored the petty challenge and spoke calmly, “No, only my men would be on standby. I will be fighting and making a big show of it. If and when the Thunder Stride fighters show up, it is up to the rest of you to hold them here while me and my men ride hard to their tribe.”
Seeing that I was ready and willing to fight from the front to lure out the main enemy, none of the chieftains had much to object. The only thing left to do was to assign positions in the battle.
***
The next day, after the men were fed and rested, the alliance chieftains advanced, each chieftain followed by the fighters of their tribes. And in the middle, walking ahead of everyone, was Grud, fully armed and armored and looking absolutely menacing.
His iconic dark red centipede chitin armor and humongous spear were hard to miss, and many men from many tribes had fought alongside Grud before, and even if they did not, they had heard of him and what he could do.
Within seconds of being identified by those watching from afar, Grud's enhanced vision could pick out the terrified looks on the enemy's spies as they ran back in terror to report Grud's appearance on the field of battle.
Things were about to get bloody. But to Grud, it was better to get this over and done with while maybe suffering the casualty of a tribe or two than having a prolonged war where many more would die.
