Ravina's smirk never wavered. "Dexter…" Her voice was a purr, her gaze flicking to me, her fingers trailing down my chest. "He is the healer." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes dark with intent.

"He would have to find a way to make you pregnant…" Her fingers tightened on my arm, her voice dropping to a dark murmur. "Otherwise… your son will die."

I realized what Ravina was up to. She was creating an opportunity for me to earn energy, just as I had told her I needed pussy to recover. And she had noticed me looking at Wendy—so she had crafted this plan on her own, her mind sharp and calculating.

Wendy's eyes locked onto mine, her voice desperate, her body trembling. "How can that be?" Her fingers clenched into fists, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Dexter…" Her voice was a broken whisper, her body pressing closer to me, her nakedness exposed, her pussy damp and aching. "Please… I have no choice…" Her voice cracked, her eyes pleading. "Help me… Otherwise… my child…"

I swallowed hard, my gaze locked onto Wendy's trembling body, her dark, curly pubic hair, the way her nipples stood hard and erect, her pussy glistening with arousal. The air between us was thick with tension, with the weight of what was coming.

Ravina gestured to Helen, who stepped forward, her spear pointed at Eric's throat.

Wendy's breath caught, her eyes widening in panic as she watched her son, his body straining against the ropes, his face twisted in fury.

"Dexter…" Her voice was a desperate whisper, her body pressing closer to me, her fingers clutching at my arm. "Please… I'll do anything… Just don't hurt my son…"

I exhaled slowly, my gaze flicking between Wendy and Eric, my mind racing. Ravina had played her hand perfectly—she knew I needed energy, knew I needed pussy to recover, and she had used Wendy's desperation to create the perfect opportunity.

I met her gaze, my voice low, my tone firm. "Aunt Wendy…" My fingers brushed against her cheek, my touch gentle despite the darkness of the situation. "You don't have to beg."

Her breath hitched, her eyes locking onto mine, her body trembling with a mix of relief and fear. "Then… you'll help me?"

I nodded, my gaze flicking to Ravina, my voice cold and calculating. "I'll help you."

Ravina's smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good." Her voice was a dark purr, her gaze flicking between Wendy and me. "Then it's settled."

Wendy's body trembled against mine, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her pussy damp and aching, her nipples hard and sensitive. The air between us was thick with tension, with the weight of what was coming—what had to come. Her fingers dug into my arm, her voice a desperate whisper. "Dexter… what do I do?"

Before I could answer, Ruth's voice cut through the tension, sharp with jealousy and fear. "It's not right…" Her voice trembled, her eyes burning into Wendy. "Dexter is my man… Why are you forcing him like this? I am his woman!"

Ravina's gaze flicked to Ruth, her expression unreadable. She didn't snap, didn't sneer—she simply looked at her, her silence speaking volumes. Then, slowly, she turned back to Wendy and me, her voice a dark purr. "What are you waiting for?" Her smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Why don't you do it?"

Wendy's breath hitched, her body tensing as she realized what Ravina was demanding. "You want me to do it… here?"* Her voice was a horrified whisper, her eyes darting around the camp, taking in the bound men, the watching women, the way Eric's face twisted in helpless rage.

Ravina's voice was smooth, unyielding, her fingers tapping against her spear with dark amusement. "Yeah… Right here, in front of everyone." Her smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. "So that we can also learn if Dexter can really release his seed."

Wendy's breath hitched, her fingers trembling as she turned to me, her gaze dropping to the tie of my skirt. "I'm sorry, Dexter…" Her voice was a whisper, thick with shame and desperation. With a sharp tug, she yanked the skirt down, revealing my hard cock to the entire camp.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

"Why is it hard…?" A woman whispered, her voice a mix of shock and fascination.

Ruth stepped forward, her voice sharp with possessive pride. "It's because…" Her eyes flicked to Wendy, then back to the crowd, her chin lifting.

"I haven't calmed his cock for many days. That's why he's hard." Her voice was defiant, her gaze sweeping over the women. "Otherwise, how could he get hard in front of all of you dirty women?"

More whispers erupted, a mix of awe and curiosity.

"And it's different…" A woman murmured, her voice hushed. "The skin is gone, and there's a mushroom-like head… so big…"

Ruth's cheeks flushed, but she didn't back down. Instead, she stepped closer, her voice firm. "His cock is different because it's stronger—because of the herbs his grandfather fed him." Her fingers twitched at her sides, her gaze locking onto Wendy.

"As you know, Dexter learned everything from his grandfather—about being a healer…" Her voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes flicking to my cock. "And other things."

She turned to Wendy, her voice softer but still laced with possessive pride. "There's nothing wrong with my man."

Ravina chuckled, her voice a dark purr. "Oh…" Her smirk deepened, her gaze flicking between Wendy and me.

"So… looks like it's gonna be easy for you, Wendy, if his cock can become hard even in front of dirty women…" Her fingers tapped against her spear, her voice dripping with amusement.

"Then he might really be able to make you pregnant…" Her eyes gleamed with triumph. "Looks like you've already saved your child's life."

Wendy's breath hitched, her fingers trembling as she reached for my cock, her gaze flicking to Ruth. "Ruth… I'm sorry…" Her voice cracked, her shame raw and heavy. "I have no choice…"

Ruth's expression softened, her eyes flicking to Wendy's hand wrapped around my shaft. She knew Wendy wasn't at fault.

"Aunt Wendy… it's not your fault…" Her voice was quiet, her gaze lingering on Wendy's fingers, her own body tensing with jealousy.

"But…" Her voice dropped to a whisper, her eyes locked onto Wendy's hand. "Let me help you…"

Wendy's breath trembled, her fingers tightening around my cock as Ruth stepped closer, her own hands reaching out. The air between them was thick with tension, with the weight of what was coming—what had to come.

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