Chapter 326: The Mountain Tribes (6) The Counterattack!
The dawn broke, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, signaling a new day in the mountain tribe’s village. Lyan, however, was already wide awake, caught in the throes of a primal ritual that had lasted through the night. The tribal women, each eager to share in the strength and legacy of their new chief, had kept him occupied, their desire for his strong seed driving them to passionate heights.
"Chief, give us your strength," one of the women murmured, her voice heavy with need as she pressed closer to him. "We need your strong seed."
Lyan, caught up in the fervor of the moment, obliged, his body responding to the relentless requests of the tribe’s women. His stamina seemed endless, each encounter fueled by the primal need to assert his dominance and secure his place within the tribe.
Josephine, along with the other women who had traveled with Lyan from Grafen, watched with a mix of amusement and impatience. They had given Lyan his time with the tribe’s women, understanding the significance of the ritual, but their patience was wearing thin.
"Alright, enough is enough," Josephine declared, stepping forward with a determined look in her eyes. She grabbed Lyan by the arm, pulling him away from the women who protested weakly. "You’ve had your fun, but it’s time to stop this debauchery. We deserve our time with you too, don’t forget about us."
Lyan, panting and flushed, looked at Josephine with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "You’re right," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "I’m sorry. I got carried away."
The other women from Grafen gathered around, each expressing their need to have their share of Lyan’s attention. "We came here with you, and we need you too," Alina said softly, her eyes filled with longing.
Lyan nodded, his heart swelling with affection for his companions. "I haven’t forgotten any of you," he assured them. "Let’s find a way to balance this. I want to make sure everyone feels valued and loved."
Just as the group began to discuss how to fairly divide Lyan’s time, a loud horn sounded in the distance, cutting through the early morning air like a knife. The tribe’s members, who had been celebrating the night before, quickly sobered up, their expressions turning grim.
"We’re under attack!" a scout shouted, rushing into the village square. "The neighboring tribe is attacking!"
The village erupted into chaos as warriors scrambled to arm themselves and prepare for battle. Lyan, pulled from his bed by the urgent call to arms, quickly realized the gravity of the situation. This was not just an attack; it was a test of his newfound leadership.