"Ah, my man, you're too much! Your woman can't take it!" Duo'er Duo gasped beneath me, her voice a ragged scream. "I'm done—go to Duo'er Hua!" Her exquisite chest heaved wildly. With a final cry, she clutched my neck, pressing my face into her full, pale softness.
"Duo'er Duo, let go! Trying to smother your mighty man?" I lifted my head from that "grand" embrace, breathing air laced with her faint scent. She twitched occasionally, still lost in the afterglow of ecstasy, not yet snapped back.
I found her lush lips, savoring them. Suddenly, urgent footsteps echoed outside. Trouble? I whispered in her ear, "Duo'er, I'm stepping out. Rest." "Mmm," she mumbled, exhausted, flipping over and dozing off. I chuckled, patting her increasingly womanly hips, slipped on clothes, and headed downstairs.
"My man, you're here!" Duo'er Hua pounced into my arms, her breathing quickening. She'd heard my "battle" with Duo'er Duo upstairs. On her period, she'd fled downstairs for peace, only to be conquered by our "demonic symphony."
"What's up?" I teased, smirking at her flushed face. I knew why, but couldn't resist. "You're awful, doing that with Sis on purpose, making me…" She trailed off, burying her face in my chest, shy.
I lifted her chin gently, kissing her red lips. Duo'er Hua's pent-up passion erupted. She gripped my neck, kissing fiercely. If this doesn't cool down, she'll be out of commission. I stroked her back, channeling a cool energy to ease her heat, calming her.
She snapped out of her daze. "Wife, someone's coming. Tomorrow, okay? You're not feeling well," I said, kissing her tender neck. Footsteps climbed the stairs.
Clinging to my waist, Duo'er Hua's hazy eyes locked on me, her lips like vibrant azaleas. "My man, tomorrow, give me the same bliss as Sis."
"Of course, my dear little wife, my woman. Your man fulfills your every wish," I said, mock-serious, then laughed. "Alright, guests are here. Prep." I patted her cheek.
"Okay," she purred, tossing a seductive glance. In a traditional Chinese qipao and high heels, she swayed off with four maids, hips rocking. Sigh. Women endure anything for beauty. Unaccustomed to heels, she'd insisted on wearing them lately. I regretted my comment three days ago: "Duo'er Hua, with your and your sister's legs, qipaos and heels would make you peerless beauties."
Unintended words, but she took them to heart. Luckily, my storage ring had supplies. She looked as stunning as I'd said. Tushi and the tribe noticed—clothed women, with flashes of leg, were mesmerizing, stirring urges. Men wanted their wives to dress like the "Divine Consorts" (I'm their god; Duo'er Duo and Duo'er Hua are Divine Consorts). But without qipao fabric or heels, their women could only envy. Little did they know the sisters' struggles, barely mastering walking in heels.
"Great God, the mighty Kamei tribe sent word. They demand our surrender, to hand over the fortress and homes, or they'll attack," Tushi reported, worried. His face showed reluctance, but the Kamei's power dwarfed his confidence in holding the fortress, driving him to the temple.
I nearly laughed. The Kete's six to seven hundred had a sturdy wall. In this Stone Age society, with no siege tools or ranged weapons, breaching it was unlikely. Tushi's traditional mindset blinded him.
"How many in the Kamei tribe?" I asked Tushi, seated below me.
"Over thirty thousand—the strongest here. They have a tribal god," Tushi said, trembling.
Feitian read his fear. What terrifies brave Tushi? A tribal god surprised me. Like ancient China, tribes here worshipped unique deities or totems.
"Tushi, what's this tribal god like?" I asked, curious.
Tushi shook, eyes vacant, as if recalling a nightmare. "We've never seen it clearly—so massive, terrifying. Eight heads, a body like a mountain." His disjointed mutters painted a monstrous image. What beast scares Tushi just to mention?
I patted his shoulder, channeling energy to calm him. "Don't worry. Lock the gates. I'll handle the rest. Let's see what this 'tribal god' is." I ordered, "Go, prepare the men."
"Yes," Tushi replied respectfully, reassured, leaving with his men.
"My man, they're gone?" Duo'er Hua glided in, maids trailing with fruits and wine. No one would guess this radiant beauty was a primitive, heh.
I pulled her into my arms, kissing her, intoxicated by her scent, nuzzling her lovely neck. "Yeah, Tushi said the Kamei tribe plans to attack." "What?!" she gasped, staring up, shocked.
"Likely true. Tushi wouldn't rush here otherwise. Would he lie? Doubt it," I said.
She nestled closer, safe in my embrace—the world's warmest haven. "The Kamei are strong. Why attack us? We pay tribute yearly," she puzzled.
Naive girl. Survival of the fittest and greed rule, even among lesser creatures, let alone humans. It's less overt than animals, but the same. The Kamei coveted the mythic crystal fortress (impure, but still dazzling). Power demands the best—envy drove their blunt approach.
"Silly, they want your fortress, homes, and fine clothes," I laughed. "Why?" She didn't get it—tribes never stole houses or clothes before.
Her innocence floored me. Pure, huh? I sighed, explaining patiently, lest she be duped later. "Think: aren't our clothes comfier, warmer than your old ones? No chills outside. Aren't these homes bigger, better than before? This fortress keeps beasts out—even open doors are safe. It's hundreds of times better. The Kamei don't have this, but they're stronger. They can't stand being outdone, so they're jealous. They want to take your fortress, homes, and clothes, leaving you back in wooden huts."
When I mentioned stealing clothes, Duo'er Hua clutched her qipao, terrified of returning to itchy grass skirts. I've got a knack for stirring emotions. Her face paled, as did the six maids'.
"How can they?" Duo'er Hua asked, eyes teary. They'd grown soft, forgetting reality's cruelty. Otherwise, she wouldn't be this naive.
"No reason. It's reality," I said, unsure if she understood. I led the six maids to a room, stripping them. Their flawless, pale bodies bared before me. I'd enhance them to serve as guards for Duo'er Duo and Duo'er Hua. Plus, I needed to burn off my excess energy on them.
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