Aiden grinned and walked straight over. "Hey guys... Good job protecting the village for us. " Sliding one arm around Ayani's waist and pulling her close, showing exactly who she belonged to. The guards froze, mouths hanging open.
"…"
Then they bowed instantly, spears clattering to the ground. "Don't mention it, Sir! It is our duty!" they babbled.
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Inside the largest tent of the Village of Felisara, the air hung thick with the scent of sweet incense.
A makeshift futon was laid on the floor, and upon it lay the Village Chief.
Her skin was a deep, sun-bronzed golden brown that glowed with a natural, oil-slick sheen, catching the lantern light like polished amber.
Her chocolate-brown tribal bikini top strained desperately over her enormous, heavy breasts—each one larger than a melon, the deep cleavage glistening with sweat and the thin white tribal patterns that traced constellation-like lines across her skin.
