Mark's wound on his upper arm was being dressed by the healer as his father Reik entered the tent. The healer withdrew and Reik sat down on the stool. He could see that the wound was well dressed and did not ask how Mark felt. He nodded to his son and told him to tell him what had happened. He had picked up a few details, but he wanted to hear from his son what had really happened.
Mark said he rushed over when he heard Aya, his half‐sister, screaming. A boy he didn't know was raping the 11‐year‐old. He jumped on the boy's back and pulled him off Aya. The guy grabbed his sword and Mark had run into the house, grabbed his grandfather's bronze sword from the chest and ran out into the square. He had struggled with the guy, who injured him on the upper arm, then he realized his chance. He punched the other guy in the back of the knee, knocking him to the ground and chopping off his head.
Reik nodded thoughtfully. "You've practiced it a hundred times, after all, and good thing is that you were able to remember the lessons. I will go to the Council of Sages and speak for you, you are my son and my pupil." Reik stood up and turned to leave. "Do not forget the first man, there will be many more to come, for you are a born warrior. You are only 14, but keep my father's sword, I know now it is in good hands."
The council accepted Reik's explanation. The dead boy was already 17 and was responsible for his actions. The council flatly rejected his family's demand for blood money; he had committed a crime and defiled an 11‐year‐old girl. The brother had beaten him to death in a fair fight, that was his right. The family walked away in a rage and very angry words were heard.
Mark was Reik's only son, the other children were bastards who grew up with their mothers. Reik was the commander and trainer of the 50‐strong warrior caste. The people numbered just under 400, most of the men had 4 or 5 wives. Reik strengthened friendships and alliances by occasionally letting his friends spend the night with him and taking turns fucking one of his wives with his friend. That was the custom, the way to strengthen friendships.
Mark remembered the first time he fucked a woman properly. Reik and his friend lay snoring next to Reik's wife and Mark lay at the other end of the tent, he had watched the men fucking with great interest, he had gotten a bursting stiff cock and lay behind Reik's big, pregnant and fat wives. So far he had only fucked his playmates in the ass, girls were not yet allowed to fuck the young lads like him, they were strongly taboo. Mark tentatively stroked the round ass of a woman who was lying on her side and turned her fat ass towards him. It was almost pitch black, the woman touched his hand and guided it to her ass. Mark pushed her rags aside and explored her ass with his fingers. She offered no resistance as he thrust his cock into the crease of her ass, then into her asshole. Giggling softly, she pulled out the little cock and felt it. It really was a little boy's cock, she whispered almost inaudibly. "Do you like to do it?" she continued to whisper, not waiting for his answer. She lifted her leg and pressed his cock into her cunthole. He immediately began to fuck like he had fucked his buddies. It was so fine, warm and tight in her fuckhole, he held his breath. He was fucking a real woman for the first time, she had been pregnant for some time and Reik would soon be sending her home to her family. Mark squirted inside and pulled his cock out. After a while she whispered if he wanted to fuck again, and of course he did. After the third fuck and squirt, he lay against her back and fell asleep tired. He woke up in the morning surrounded by the fat women, who slept crowded together like walruses. Mark wouldn't have been able to tell which of the women he had fucked.
But it didn't matter either. He fucked one of the walruses every night now, sometimes he recognized her, sometimes it was clearly a different one. Reik had 6 wives, he fucked only one every night and fell asleep wonderfully tired. Now came Mark's hour. He stalked the nearest walrus, pushed her rags aside and then fucked the one lying on her side from behind. Usually he fucked twice, squirted twice, sometimes he fucked her three times. It didn't bother him that the walrus rubbed and chafed between the frizzy hairs and came to the end trembling and twitching, that was none of his business. He fucked one of Reik's wives every night, but he never mentioned it. Mark was 10, 12 and 14, he still fucked Reik's wives and, of course, his biological mother every time she came to visit and fucked Reik. She would lie between the fat and pregnant walruses and Mark would crawl behind her and fuck her from behind, which was something very special for him. She smiled when he had fucked her a few times and kissed him on the top of his head, which no one else did. He loved her a little bit, even though she no longer lived here in Reik's harem. She had a special relationship with Reik and that was how Mark came to be his only recognized son and not a bastard like the others. But she was actually living in the household of one of Reik's friends. She had told Mark that Reik couldn't stand it and didn't want to let her fuck herself. Aarn, her new husband, didn't like it much either, but he wasn't as strict about it as Reik. Mark, however, wanted her to lie with him every week because, he said, she was the only woman who was so beautifully slim and slender and not a walrus like Reik's other wives and whose hole was so beautifully tight like a young girl's. He really liked it when she wiggled herself's front while he was allowed to fuck her behind and he found it exciting when she trembled and shook for a long time and then suddenly pinched his cock. She smiled finely after her shaking thing and came every week.
Mark and his gang had great respect for the medicine man. He could heal the sick, and that made him special. But he was also the only one who could summon the Great Spirit in the mist at the new moon. The medicine man lit a large fire and disappeared into the smoke. Now the Great Spirit came out of the smoke, looking very much like the medicine man, but speaking an incomprehensible language. Everyone knelt down with their faces to the ground. The spirit walked through the rows and felt the bodies of the young women and girls. He made his choice, he walked over the fiery coal and disappeared into the forest with the girl. She came back at sunrise, but she could not tell what had happened to her with the ghost in the forest.
Mark and his buddies overcame their fear and crept after the ghost. He had turned back into the medicine man and was fucking the girl in a clearing. The girl lay there completely motionless and let herself be fucked again and again. The medicine man beckoned the buddies over and they had to fuck the girl one after the other until they could take no more. The girl was frozen and obviously didn't notice anything of the long fucking. The medicine man chased the boys away and fucked the girl until sunrise. The medicine man was untouchable, he roamed around between the huts and grabbed one or another girl and fucked her in public. No one stopped him, no husband and no fiancé. It was his ancestral right.
Mark didn't want to be a medicine man like some of his buddies. He wanted to be a warrior like his father and started his training at the age of 12. He fucked a walrus every night and felt much more grown up than his friends because of it. Reik had accepted him for training, he was smart, hardworking and trained very hard.
And now, barely older than 14, he had killed his first man.
Of course, Reik didn't show how proud he was of his son. He had left Mark his father's bronze sword, he had earned it. Mark's grandfather had traveled far and wide in the world, he had even slain dragons on distant shores, real actual dragons! He had brought a dozen dragon teeth with him, they were 15 to 20 centimetres long, curved and sharp. That earned him great respect.
Mark was quite sure that Reik knew that he fucked the walruses and the mother at night, but Reik never mentioned it, not a single word. Reik trained the troop thoroughly, but he was no bully. He assumed that the warrior himself must know how important the training was. He trained the men for 6 hours a day and took a long break. He often told the men about the other peoples during the breaks.
The Dogons lived three valleys away in the sunrise. They had large, wide fields where they grew grain. They were not warriors, but hunters, gatherers and farmers. They had trained ostriches to ride, but only to move quickly. The ostrich bird was good to train, but not suitable for fighting like horses. And an ostrich egg was big enough to feed a whole family. Their wives were fat, ugly and very arrogant. Even the husband had to bribe her and beg her badly to let him fuck her. Years ago, Reik had led his riders through the Dogon country, the men were friendly and entertained the warriors. The women laughed haughtily and insolently when the riders wanted to fuck them. So the warriors took them by force and there was a huge clamor and shouting, but the women were fucked by one after the other until deep into the night, not because they were particularly pretty, but because they made such a fuss about fucking.
In the north, five valleys away, lived the Amazons. This was the kingdom of women, there were about 800 of them and they killed every newborn boy. They only kept a dozen male prisoners of war, who were the studs. It wasn't a very nice fate though, Reik said as his men grinned meaningfully, they had to fuck one Amazon after another day and night. The Amazons gripped their cocks rather roughly to find out if they were ready to fuck. The prisoners only lasted a few years, then they were beheaded outside the city and their bodies left to the ravens. There was war with the Amazons every few years because they needed new stallions.
But it was almost a year before the Amazons attacked. There were perhaps 50 or 60 of them on horseback, and they attacked the boys who were bathing in the river and playing with the girls. They took a dozen boys of the right age with them and set off again. Reik pursued them with 30 horsemen. The Amazons split up, a small group made off with the prisoners, the others turned around and went to fight. The Amazons were very brave warriors, but Reik had trained his riders well. After 3 hours of hand‐to‐hand combat, all but 3 of the Amazons were dead. Reik took their horses and weapons, Mark had fought with one girl for half an hour and knocked her out with the pommel of his sword at the end. He tied her up conscientiously and tied the unconscious girl to her horse.
Reik came along and told him to cut off her head, a captured Amazon brings bad luck. But Mark wouldn't listen to his father any more like the other two victors. "I want to take her to fuck," Mark said in monosyllables as they rode home. Many of Reik's riders were injured, but none had fallen. Reik was very proud of the boys and shrugged. "Have it your way," he rumbled, "but you have to follow the rules because the Amazons followed them too. Without the rules, they'd raid our city and burn it to the ground and we wouldn't stand a chance. They have five times as many warriors." Mark, not wanting to give up his prisoner, asked Reik about the rules.
The Amazons kept the stallions for life. If one was unable to fuck or couldn't get pregnant a single woman within six months, he was given food for five days and a long stick so that he could defend himself against the snakes. He was allowed to leave. The Amazons lived in a snake region, they worshipped a snake goddess, inserted a large snake into their pussy holes when masturbating and wore wafer‐thin short skirts made of snakeskin. That, Reik laughed out loud, often tied up the opponent more than the tip of the Amazon's lance! Mark pulled his head between his shoulders, because that was exactly how he stood with his mouth open in front of his first Amazon girl and almost missed the fight. He was used to women and girls wearing knee‐length rags around their waists. The Amazons, however, had painted their breasts, or at least their teats, with red paint, many had trimmed their pubic hair completely and painted their pussies bright red. The thin snakeskin skirt covered nothing at all.
He, on the other hand, Reik continued, turning to Mark, had to fuck the prisoner and impregnate her. Then he had to release her, with provisions for 5 days and a staff to ward off the snakes, even if there were no snakes in their country. If he couldn't impregnate her for six months, he still had to set her free. Mark thought about it. He wanted to have his own little woman to fuck, even if it was only for six months. He would have examined her pussyhole closely when he tied her up, she was of course no longer a virgin, she was about 17 or 18 years old and looked very good. Reik laughed loudly and boomingly. "Had enough of walruses, eh!" Mark said nothing, it was the first time Reik had ever brought it up. Reik must have known all these years. They rode home in silence.
Reik had assigned him an abandoned cabin right next to his. Mark tied the prisoner to a thick wooden stake, fetched a bucket of clean water and stripped her naked. She woke from her unconsciousness as he rubbed the red paint from her chest. She looked at him with compressed lips, but she said nothing and silently let him wash, feed and water her. He placed a pissing bucket next to her. He knew that the language of his people and that of the Amazons was almost the same, she must understand him, although she remained silent and dumbfounded. His name was Mark, he was 20 years old and the son of Reik, the leader of the cavalry. She had fought with him, she had fought very well and had scratched him several times with her sword. But he had defeated and captured her, she was now his and he would release her after half a year, he knew the rules. She looked at him hostilely as he untied one of her hands and tied the other just long enough for her to lie down. He turned her onto her stomach.
He fucked her from behind, but she immediately spun around, eyes flashing. "I want to see your face, I want to remember your face, the face of the warrior who makes me a child!" He was taken aback because she had a very beautiful voice. He tried to strike up a conversation with her, but she remained silent and looked at him expectantly. He had only ever fucked one woman from the front, face to face, the woman who had born him, as she allowed him to watch her finger masturbate while fucking her. He fucked the Amazon girl from the front, she opened wide as he squirted inside. "Make me a child, my warrior!" she exclaimed. He fucked her all evening and all night until sunrise, during the breaks she snuggled comfortably in his arms. She said her name was Ayla, that she was 17 years old and a daughter of the Amazon queen Perea. She said that if Perea found out she was in captivity, she would come and smash everything to bits. Ayla had gone to fight without her mother's knowledge, Perea thought she was not yet finished with her fight training. She would do everything in her power to free her chick. Indeed, over the next few months, a small troop of Amazons appeared, presumably to free Ayla. They did not steal boys or men, they rode aimlessly through the town and were driven away. Mark covered Ayla's mouth so that she could not call for help, although Ayla had promised not to call for help. The Amazons stopped coming after the third raid.
Mark and Ayla fucked as often as he could. He only tied her so loosely so that she could fuck him passionately. He had to admit to himself that he had fallen in love with her. Reik understood it very well, but Mark had to promise to tie Ayla tightly whenever he left, and Mark promised his father. But Ayla also loved her Mark more and more every day. She sat quite sadly next to the two of them when Mark's mother came to spend the night and fuck him. "Your wife?" Ayla asked when she came to fuck. Mark shook his head. "She gave birth to me!" he said and she asked in amazement if in his people sons fucked their mothers? He shook his head, some did, but only a few, not all. Ayla watched them fuck jealously, but she said nothing more on the subject.
Ayla was 4 months pregnant, but she didn't want to leave yet. Mark fucked her every day, every night. But the six months was up, Reik said, looking at Ayla's tummy, you have to send her home, son! he admonished. One day Reik brought a well‐filled sack of provisions and a man‐sized stick. "Take her out of the city!" he ordered. Mark rode beside her with his head hanging down, the town already far behind them as they lay down on the grass. They both knew she had to go, but he didn't want to let her go, not today, maybe tomorrow.
He mounted her behind him and rode 5 valleys away, letting her slide to the ground within sight of her city. "Queen Perea is waiting for you, don't keep your poor mother waiting sadly!" he said, turning his horse. He rode without turning and rode home at a sharp gallop. He sat silent in his hut for days and Reik had to order his mother to look after him. He ate and drank listlessly and remained silent, not wanting to talk. But in the evening she seduced him and he became himself again as they fucked and she masturbated passionately. On the fourth day, he had overcome his heartache and went back to training. Reik looked at him briefly and nodded, he knew what it felt like to cry over a girl. But Mark trained as before. His mother spent the night in his hut six times a week, and after a while he sneaked into Reik's hut at night and fucked the odd walruses. His heart wasn't in it, he fucked the fat, ugly women half to death to get rid of his seed.
He rode into the town of the Dogons under Reik's leadership, they were well catered for and paid the men with tools they could put to good use. They fucked the outraged screaming women all day long, sparing only the youngest girls under 14. The men applauded enthusiastically when a warrior squirted hard. It was an enjoyable party!
Later Reik rode south with Mark and seven others, these dark woods were still little explored. They roasted a deer or a careless puma at midday. In the evening they stayed with the widely scattered settlers. Reik carved a map into the bark of a tree; he wanted to make as accurate a map of the south as possible back home. He took great pains to mark the riding time between two points with lines. They presented the settlers with shiny bronze knives and spears, which they could put to good use. They fucked all the peasant women, daughters and maids until they were exhausted. The women were happy to have strapping warriors between their thighs instead of tired, worn‐out farmers and sons. Reik turned back after 4 weeks.
More than a year had passed and the deep wound in Mark's heart was gradually healing. He dulled a little, though his mother visited him often every week and the walruses were as willing as ever. One day, when he returned to his hut from training, Ayla was standing outside the hut waiting for him. He ran when he saw her. He held her in his arms for an eternity and covered her face with a thousand kisses. He let her go and invited her into the hut. She had her short sword strapped over her short snakeskin skirt, she had a battle spear in her hand and a bundle on her back. She leaned her spear and weapon belt against the wall and took her bundle off her back. Mark's eyes widened; the bundle was a small, blond‐haired child. Ayla handed him the child. "Your son, warrior Mark!" she said earnestly and a warm, comforting feeling flowed through his heart. "My son!" he exclaimed several times. Then he ran over to Reik's hut, grabbed a handful of food and a goatskin of wine and shouted laughingly to Reik to come with him! Reik followed him.
The three of them sat around the eating mat, Ayla was really hungry, but she told them everything. She had given birth to her son and begged her mother, Queen Perea, not to have the boy killed. It was against the rules, but she begged for his life. The queen banished her to the furthest corner of the palace. But after months, the voices of her opponents grew louder and louder. She begged her mother, the queen, to let her go with her son; she no longer wanted the authority of the Amazon queen to be questioned. The mother cried heartbreakingly, but the Amazon Queen banished her so that peace would return to the kingdom. She had been walking for 8 days and she wanted to leave it to Mark to decide her fate. Mark looked briefly at Reik, then told her to stay with him as his wife. Ayla snuggled into his arm.
"And what is the little one's name?" Reik asked curiously and Ayla said he didn't have a name yet. There were no male names in the Amazon language, the stallions were called "Hey, you!" or "You, there!". She blushed, she couldn't call her son Youthere! Reik laughed out loud. A 'youthere' was a large, wide dilated pussyhole into which a big, fat snake had been inserted much too often. Reik laughed at the top of his lungs, Ayla smiled bashfully because she had often inserted a snake and Mark smiled sourly. "Father Reik, may I call him after Grandfather, your father?" Reik became serious and nodded in agreement. That's why the little boy was called Erik.
Not everyone in the town was pleased that an Amazon was now living with them. They spat out contemptuously when Mark said that she was a real princess, a daughter of the Amazon Queen. Perhaps that made things worse. But they had no idea how stubborn Mark was. He dealt out a lot of slaps and punches, by God he didn't skimp on that. He went into the woods and killed snakes so that Ayla could always dress in the obscene little skirt of the Amazons, he stubbornly insisted that she should proudly show off her pussy and her asscheeks! It took a whole year for Ayla to be accepted by her surroundings. Little Erik thrived. His mother's sleepovers became less frequent, although Ayla was no longer jealous at all and insisted that his mother spend the night with them. She sensed exactly how deep and beautiful the bond between her and Mark was. She knew how deeply rooted she was in Mark's heart and didn't need to be jealous for a single moment.
Ayla hunted hares and deer with bow and arrow at the edge of the forest, she had to provide a good meal for her Erik and Mark. The spear and her short sword still leaned against the wall. Erik grew into a magnificent man like Mark, he was 12, 13. When Ayla and Mark fucked at night, Erik tossed and turned restlessly. When he masturbated and squirted for the first time, Ayla was very frightened, she didn't know that. She spoke to Mark for a long time. He said he was now at the age when a boy had to squirt. Doing it himself was very unhealthy. But since boys weren't allowed to fuck young girls until they were 16, they were usually left to the old ugly ones or widows. That would have been his fate too, if Reik hadn't generously overlooked the fact that he had fucked the woman who had given birth to him and the walruses, one after the other.
Ayla said in a firm voice that she had given birth to Erik. They debated for a long time, but it was clear to her. Erik should no longer do the unhealthy thing, there was no way she was going to leave the pearl of her eyes to the old women. Mark nodded thoughtfully, that was quite okay with him. The next evening, after he had fucked Ayla, she crawled over to Erik. He was very surprised, but also very happy. He was already fucking Ayla like a big man after a short time, she let him fuck and squirt so many times in a row until he had emptied his semen completely.
She let him fuck her until he was allowed to fuck the young girls at 16 and then for many more years to come.