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Unto the Ages: Chapter 94
🕑 Added 2024-01-13 15:36:25 +0000 UTCAN: Finally, after 2 weeks, UtA is back baby! Will post another chapter of UtA tomorrow, then it is back to a few Of Arms and Arcane chapters, followed by more UtA closer to the end of the week. Realease speed will mostly depends on my office workload for the week, still trying to clear my COVID backlog of work.
“You made contact with the lost tribe? What are they like?” Dhun asked.
Grud told Dhun of how he was found, rescued, and taken care of. He also told him that he has taken 2 women as his wives from the lost tribe, but for the sake of a peaceful official first contact, he decided to leave out the part of the village chief’s son trying to attack and rape his women.
Grud also showed off the copper spearhead and the bow and arrows he was given as a parting gift. As Dhun was testing out the bow, he soon noticed the strength of the bowstring, “What is this string made of? It feels stronger than any vine we can weave together this thin.”
“That is because that is no vine, that is made of the tough useless meat from beasts we usually throw away. From what I am told, they dry it, pound it into strands, and then weave it together into that bowstring.” Grud explained.
“Hmmm… We have much to learn from them. Good job on making friends with them. You said you know their language?” Dhun asked.
Grud nodded, “Yes, a little, in many ways it is similar to our language, our people should be able to pick it up rather fast.”
“Then you will be our translator when we meet them. Go get some rest, tomorrow we will start gathering a small force and you will lead us to the lost tribe.” Dhun said as he dismissed Grud.
When morning came, the outpost was a flurry of activity, runners were sent out to other outposts to gather people to make official first contact with the lost tribe, and supplies for the journey, furs, and jewelry as gifts were also gathered in hand-pulled carts.
3 days later, there were just over a hundred hunters and a dozen hand-pulled carts gathered before Dhun and Grud.
From there, Dhun announced the discovery of the lost tribe, which naturally got everyone excited, and besides the warnings to be on their best behavior, Grud was credited with the discovery and was appointed as a translator.
***
At normal traveling speed, it took more than 2 weeks to make it back to the Riversong village, where they were greeted with shouts and horn blasts of alarm, and their gate slamming shut. Which was understandable when seeing over a hundred armed and burly men coming toward your village.
In order to resolve this confusion. Grud came toward the wall that was bristling with arrows pointed at him and announced his return, “Me Grud. Now return with my people. Call Chief Jorah and Witch Doctor Yara!” Grud shouted to the people on the wall in a broken sentence.
Grud waited in the middle of the clearing between the treeline where the expedition forces were and the village wall. After a few minutes, the wooden gate opened a little and Village Chief Jorah Riversong came out from the gates flanked by 4 men wielding copper spears and donned in armor made of copper just enough to cover their chest.
“Grud, you have returned, I take it these men are your people?” Jorah said with a tinge of apprehension that Grud picked up on.
“Yes, my people here, make friend, bring gift.” Grud said and turned around to call forth a few of the hand-pulled carts full of gifts.
Soon after that, Grud called over Chieftain Dhun to introduce him, and once the introductions were out of the way, they were welcomed into the village, but under the scrutiny of the warriors of the village.
As they entered the village, Jorah called for a feast to be prepared and temporary shelters to be raised for their guests. And once Grud entered after the village chief, he saw Tala and Kaya waiting for him.
Upon seeing Grud the sisters ran to him and Grud walked out of the procession to meet them. Tala and Kaya practically crashed into him with a hug and he could hear them breathing in his scent, and in return, he could smell the wetness between their legs.
They looked up at him with pleading eyes as they rubbed their thighs together, “Can we give you a proper welcome back at our home?” Tala asked as Kaya was busy groping around while sniffing Grud.
Grud gave the 2 sisters a passionate kiss and said with some regret in his voice, “Sorry, Chief and my people need me talk good for them. I see you at night.”
Grud gave the 2 women a last kiss and a squeeze on their butt before running off after Dhun and Jorah to act as a translator.
***
It was early afternoon when they arrived at the Riversong village, so Grud was kept pretty busy as he translated for Dhun and Jorah and also settled some misunderstandings between the expedition and villagers, especially when the goods the expedition brought were being bartered for.
Yara also came by to say hello and was pleased by the bows of respect from the expedition’s hunters when I introduced her as the village’s shaman.
As Grud was walking along with Yara, he asked, “How wives doing while I away?”
Yara harrumphed cantankerously and said, “All they could talk about is YOU while acting like little girls… well they are pretty young, so I can’t blame them for it, but it was very annoying.”
Grud could only nod along while trying to translate what Yara said in his mind, but he got the gist of it. “No worry. I take care of them, bring home, meet family.”
Yara nodded with a little sadness in her eyes, “Please take care of them, they are like my granddaughters.” to this, Grud could only nod.
Time flew by for Grud as he went from place to place translating conversations, but most of the time was spent translating for Dhun and Jorah, they were mainly talking about their own people and the geographical and political landscape of their respective lands, and their problems. It was obvious that they were trying to milk information out of each other, but in a way, it was a way of showing trust.
Soon enough, it was time for the feast. Bond fires were lit and food was laid out on low tables for everyone who was sitting on the floor.
Furniture was not a foreign concept for Grud’s people, but the level of detail and the actually flat surface of the tables on display amazed them.
When asked how they were made, it was attributed to the use of their precise copper tools. This got quite a few of the hunters excited and imagining the things they could create with these new tools.
After sitting around and chatting for a while, the village women came to put food on the table before going to their own table to eat and socialize.
Once all the food was served, Jorah, who was sitting next to me, asked me to translate for him as he gave a welcoming speech, “I once again welcome our new friends to our village. May our friendship strengthen our people as we get to know each other better!”
All those at the table cheered and the village men pounded the table in cheer, so the men from the expedition followed their lead and did the same, almost resulting in a few dishes falling off the table, luckily the food was saved in time.
***
After the feast, and socializing were over and Grud had just finished some last-minute translating, he felt 2 pairs of slender and delicate arms wrap around his, and unsurprising to him, it was Tala and Kaya.
As they led him toward their home, Tala whispered to Grud, “Now that all your duties are done for the day, it is only fair that you fulfill your duty to your wives.”
Kaya then sandwiched Grud’s other arm between her tits and whispered, “We were so lonely when you were gone, please don't leave us like that again.”
Grud, who had his hands at their crotch area, rotated his hands and grabbed his 2 wives by the pussy. Upon contact, his fingers were drenched with their flowing pussy juices as they moaned all the way home.
The moment they got into the house, the sisters got rid of their clothes to reveal their sweaty bosoms in the dying embers of the fireplace.
Using his telekinesis to chuck some firewood into the fireplace to catch fire, he reached around to cop a feel of their chests, this elicited a moan from them, and the first thing he noticed was that their boobs were bigger, fuller, and firmer than when he left them, the next thing he noticed was a milky white liquid leak from the teats of the boobs he squeezed contrasting against their darker complexion.
In Grud’s experience, the production of milk could only mean 1 thing, “You 2 have my child!” Grud exclaimed as he stroked their bellies and gave them another kiss. The sisters did not know why, but hearing those words from Grud made them cum on the spot.
They striped Grud until they were kneeling before him to undo his loincloth, and the moment the fabric got loose, Grud’s gigantic balls dropped low and his pants tower threw off its restraints to stand proudly over the kneeling females.
“No sleep tonight.” Grud said menacingly as his balls pulsed angrily from being backed up without proper release for his more than 2 week journey here.
