Summoned By Venus 3: A Primeval Harem Fantasy, page 1
Jack Pinkhunter
Summoned By Venus 3
Copyright © 2023 by Jack Pinkhunter
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 16
Epilogue
Chapter 1
I tossed the bone into the fire and wiped my hand across my mouth. My right hand settled on my chiseled abs, and I threw a glance at the young women breastfeeding. My babies had been born a couple of months ago, and it had been an event with music, dancing and offerings to ensure their growth and strength. It was summer, and it had been surprisingly quiet since rescuing Felicia and defeating the Beastblood.
I leaned back and swept my eyes over the scenery. We still found ourselves at the plateau surrounded by mountains. We’d been at this camp for a while, but something in the back of my mind told me to move. Jasmina threw a bone into the fire and whipped her pink hair back and away from her face. She aimed her purple eyes at mine and a smile broke out on her face. “Let me tell you a story before we go to bed,” she said.
Even if it was late in the evening, it was always thrilling listening to her stories. Sometimes they were erotic. Sometimes they predicted the future. Or sometimes they just taught you something valuable. “I’m all ears,” I told her.
She then flicked her eyes to the other ladies, waiting for their nod of approval. Chabia and Nalia gave them to her. Liana and the rest of her women did too, including Felicia and the young, breastfeeding women.
“Let us clean ourselves first,” Chabia said. “Then I would love to listen.”
Jasmina dipped her head and patiently watched the darkening sky in the meanwhile.
We hadn’t changed much as a tribe. Valaria was still at our trading post, taking care of the trading and making sure we got all the weapons we needed. I hadn’t seen her in a couple of weeks, and every time I visited her, she always had the most durable and high-quality weapons available for my picking. She would take some jewelry and pearls on the side. She wasn’t fond of weapons but loved dressing fancy. I didn’t mind since she radiated sexuality which drew me to her. She must have noticed and made sure to appear as pretty as possible whenever I visited her. She was always on her knees for me, talking about the great privilege of having an erect cock in her mouth. I didn’t mind and always gave it to her since she deserved it.
After we’d eaten, we made our way to the waterfall. I passed the young mothers who rocked our babies in their arms. They looked up at me demurely as always, but I’d noticed they kept an eye out on me more than usual as if they wanted to be impregnated again. I flicked my eyes to Felicia, and her feline traits always caught my attention. She was the snowflake in our tribe, who also spent most of her time helping my pregnant women. She was soon about to give birth too and had spent more time than usual with them, gaining experiences with child rearing. I believed she had a strong desire to become a great mother, just like her own.
Reaching the waterfall, I cupped my hands in the water and splashed it over my face. Chabia and Nalia stood right next to me and splashed water at each other. Chabia’s golden, lustrous hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, reaching the swell of her gorgeous ass, and despite the sun sinking behind the mountains, her hair shined brightly. She turned to me, bumping her massive hip into Nalia. Her curves and shapes always did something to my brain, triggering an urge to ravish her.
I was pretty certain she noticed since she always smirked in return, and I could tell she enjoyed it when she caught my eye. To be fair, all of my women did. “I saw there wasn’t much meat left,” Chabia said, splashing some water on her face and letting it run down the valley of her big breasts.
“We can go on a hunt tomorrow,” I told her and flicked my eyes to Nalia. “You’re invited too.”
Nalia’s golden eyes were truly hypnotizing, and so was her brown, glittery hair which flowed behind her back. She flashed me a smile as I drank in her beauty. “If you’ll let me shoot it.”
“I’ll give you the honor.” After we’d defeated the beastmen, she hadn’t been able to put her bow down. She wasn’t so insecure any longer and kept practicing so long as I was around. We’d taught her well, and her archery skills were almost on a par with Chabia’s. We were both proud of her, and she’d sworn the next time we ventured out on a dangerous journey, she would follow and watch our backs. I’d agreed. She wasn’t that fearful girl I’d met in the cave any longer.
We returned to Jasmina and settled down on the wood logs. The campfire flickered brightly in the middle, the wood crackling. She reached for her flute and lifted it to her lips. Taking a deep breath, she started playing softly, but all of us descended into silence and were drawn into the melody. I couldn’t hear anything, just listening to the poetic humming. She did that sometimes when she wanted our attention, and it worked every time.
When all eyes were aimed at her, she lowered the flute and stared into the flames for a short moment. We heard crickets in the background, and the logs released a hiss as they were reduced to ash and smoke before she opened her mouth. “This is about an envious woman who turned to shamanism … not for the good. Not for the sake of helping a tribe or tribess—but to destroy this world and do anything she could to make this precious world, so beautiful and innocent, go under.” We leaned forward and were drawn into the story. She didn’t make it sound like a horror story, but shivers ran down my spine nevertheless. It was about a woman who’d grown up with a more beautiful twin. She was jealous of her beauty, and when she’d been picked by another tribe, she turned to despair as fear enclosed her vision and life—The fear of never experiencing the sensation of being taken by a man and the fear of becoming one of the many abandoned women. Turning to shamanism, she was dedicated and motivated and found a sense of meaning and purpose in life. But not for the greater good, but to destroy the life which she claimed had made her miserable. She mastered complex spells. She learned how to influence diseases, weather and soil. She made the muscles limp, the rocks soft and the lust dry up. And in the end, there was a lifeless world filled with apathy. It was a world in ruin.
She ended with a deep breath and lost herself in the flames for a moment. So did I, and I wasn’t sure whether to interpret this as a sign of some sort. Jasmina could be mysterious even if I’d known her for almost as long as Chabia and Nalia. Sometimes I wished she could just remain a horny woman, satisfying me when I was waking up or when I felt for it. But I knew deep inside that she cared about all of us. If there were ill tidings, she shared them regardless to prepare us.
“What do you make out of it?” I asked her, breaking the silence as I thought the stillness had been going on for way too long.
“Too early to tell,” she said and flitted her eyes to me for a second. “But I don’t think it struck me arbitrarily. Something is going on in our world … It has been way too quiet the past months.”
She was right, and I remembered clearly well how there had been numerous complaints of the scarcity of men. There was also this tribe that mentioned giving birth to several girls but no men. Glancing over to my young women, they held onto one boy and three girls, and it was a sign that my seed was incredibly strong, healthy and durable. According to Jasmina, who’d helped with the childbirth, the birth of a son would bring fortune for years to come, especially when more women would stay close to me and join the Golden Eagle—The strongest tribe out there.
“Why do envious women have to behave like that?” Nalia said and wrinkled her nose. “She could have used her skill for something good.”
“So could have our former tribe leader,” Chabia told her. “Some are evil … That’s just the nature of our world, unfortunately.”
“I wish more were like Kyle,
Her comment warmed my heart. It felt good to matter and be important to someone you loved as well. It wasn’t that many years ago when I had also been left out in the cold with nowhere to go.
“It just makes our man more special,” Nalia said and wrapped her arm in mine.
“Just giving you a heads up,” I told them. “Tomorrow, Nalia, Chabia and I will go on a hunt.” They nodded and none raised any objections.
As the night wore on and the fire reduced to embers, we all went to bed and slept together like a big tribe. Chabia and Nalia lay next to me. They cuddled up to me and their arms draped over my chest, and their breaths constantly flowed down my neck. It was impossible to be limp with these women around me, and every single night was another one I enjoyed.
Closing my eyes, I slowly descended into a deep sleep.
Chapter 2
I dreamed I was all alone in a vast world, surrounded by gorgeous, horny women. They were either pregnant or waiting for me to impregnate them. Mothers or siblings pushed their young fertile daughters or sisters to me, begging and pleading with their hands clasped together that their beauty would catch my attention. It was the first thing that happened after eighteen years had passed since birth, and it was my turn to have my way with them.
Everyone knew who I was as the word had spread far and wide about my endeavors and heroism, and the surviving women and tribesses had flocked to my tribe. No foreplay was needed as they were wet as a ripe fruit and eagerly straddled my legs, riding me till my seed had been fired deep into their wombs.
I snapped awake and felt a drenched pussy hugging my erect shaft. I felt someone sitting on top of me, and opening my eyes, I saw Jasmina riding me. My cock was deeply entrenched in her womanhood, and I watched in awe and pleasure as she kept riding me to a climax. I grabbed her legs and held onto her as I didn’t want her to go or do anything else than continue this act. Leaning back with a mighty groan, I stabbed her deep and fired so hard it felt like I’d been taken to Heaven. She slowed down, milking me before lying on top of me. Her warm, feminine breath against my face, she locked her arms around my neck and didn’t slip my cock out from her pussy, leaving it twitching inside her. Chabia and Nalia were still sleeping, and Jasmina was a master at fucking me in stealth mode. “Good morning,” she whispered.
I cupped her ass and drew her closer to me. My lust for her just grew stronger and stronger, and I wanted more and more of her. “Any words of wisdom before I go?” I asked, assuming it was the reason she’d decided to ride me till I woke up. That or she was just horny as usual.
She broke the embrace and fixed her eyes on me, a smile curling on her lips. “You know me so well by now.”
Her smile was infectious and so was her love and lust. “I sure do.”
“Be careful while you hunt,” she told me while drawing letters on my chest. “And don’t ignore the desperate plea of the misfortune ones. That’s all I wanted to tell you.”
Her words sank in. “I won’t ignore anyone.”
She kissed the Venus pendant figurine before locking her lips on mine. I cupped her neck and deepened the kiss, snaking my tongue into her mouth till it slid over hers. I loved being in her embrace, mouth and pussy, holding onto her while exploring her flesh with my free hands. My heart rate spiked and so did hers. We held the kiss till we were both breathless, and Chabia and Nalia tossed and turned and were both about to wake up.
Breaking the kiss, we inhaled sharply while saliva stretched from lip to lip. She ruffled my hair playfully and sat up, revealing my cock still buried in her pussy, squeezing me erect again. On the following upward stroke, she came off me slowly but made sure to hug my cock as intimately as she could. My cock fell with a wet smack against my waist, and I watched rivulets of cum run out from her pussy and color her pink in a creamy white color. She scooped some up with her finger and shoved it in her mouth, sucking it with her eyes closed as if it were a divine treat.
Chabia caressed my chest and eyed my sopping erection. “Good morning,” she said in her morning voice.
“It sure was a good morning.”
Chabia and Nalia chuckled. “I also wanted to join,” Nalia said and watched my erection as it still stood strong but drenched in Jasmina’s honey.
“I had to wake him up since I had something on my heart,” Jasmina said and closed her legs to keep my seed inside her. “But you should also keep your eyes open for any signs.”
“Signs about what?” Nalia questioned. She wasn’t yawning any longer. Jasmina’s mysterious words awakened her.
“Signs about our future,” Jasmina said cryptically. Nalia exchanged glances with me but I knew as much as she did. I was equally as bad trying to decrypt her messages.
I didn’t find much point in lying here any longer. Jasmina had ridden me to an orgasm, and my seed had been pumped deep inside her pink entrance.
We rose and made our way to our weapons, hoisting the quivers swollen with arrows over our shoulders and reaching for our bows, trying out the string and test-firing an arrow. I turned to Jasmina before leaving, drinking in her nude body and noticing buttermilk running down the inside of her leg. “Tell the ladies to take the rest of the food. We’ll be back anyway with a fresh kill,” I said with confidence in my voice.
“I will,” she said and her eyes swept over me, and something told me she was already horny again. “I’ll go make an offering before they wake up … thinking of you as usual.”
She was fond of making offerings, whether it was a cum swap or squirting into rivers or lakes. She could masturbate multiple times a day, and I was surprised the lake hadn’t turned pink because of all the times she’d fountain-orgasmed into it.
I beckoned Nalia and Chabia with me as they were both fully dressed.
Descending the slope, I glanced over to Nalia. Despite it being summer, her skin was still porcelain white, and it was in stark contrast to Chabia’s honey-toned skin. “Do you speak with Felicia as often as before?”
“When I find the time,” Nalia said with a smile. “Even if we share a similar past, it’s obvious she wants to be a mother. I don’t, to keep it brief.”
“I see,” I said. When we first met, Nalia was always there for her, caring for her as a sibling. Felicia could stand on her own feet now. I remembered clearly well when she apologized for bringing us into a fight with her former tribe, but I couldn’t take it and wouldn’t let such a young, beautiful girl get smoked by a bunch of lunatics. “She’s a mother more than anything else.”
Nalia nodded. “I agree. Her mom was a great role model too.”
It was true, and it made me envious since I had the opposite experience with my parents. It was unthinkable that they’d risk their lives for me. There wasn’t a guarantee that your parents would be there for you. “Is there a reason why you don’t want children?”
She looked at her own body, especially her busty breasts and toned waist. She had the most well-endowed rack of the tribe, and also stamina judging by the fact she was rarely winded. “I don’t know … maybe I don’t want to become less attractive to you.”
She definitely knew her own reasons, but she was mistaken if she thought she’d ever become less attractive. “Pregnant women are attractive in their own way. I lusted for them as much as I did before.”
“But once they’re pregnant, then what?” she asked with hints of worry in her voice.
“I think it’s an experience in itself,” Chabia said. “Just like being taken by a man is a dream for many women so is to carry on his blood and seed. It’s an honor.”
“I know it’s an honor … but it’s still not something I’m too much into,” she said and flicked her golden eyes back to me. “I only want your cock inside me.”
“It’s okay,” I told her and patted her back. “We are different after all.”
“What was the sign Jasmina was talking about?” Nalia asked me.
“She said ‘Don’t ignore the desperate plea of the misfortune ones’,” I told her and showed her my expression, letting her know I was just as clueless as her.
