Keep them convinced you're a god?

They all begin to chant in unison with both one another and with the rise and all of their naked bodies,

"Kita ki...Kita ki...Kita ki..."

Its so mesmerizing, you want each of them so much...

How hard could it be...

"Yes...Yes! 'Kita ki'!" you yell as you step in front of the adoring throng, arms upraised and pointing to your chest. You can only hope that means what you think it does...

The women cease their worship momentarily to glance curiously yet reverently at you, their arms folded across their bare thighs, as though waiting on you to say more.

"Kita Ki, Kita ki, yes, yes!" you say in a commanding voice as you motion authoritatively to yourself.

What the hell are you doing?

The women bow respectfully and move back a few bare feet on their bent knees before rising.

They each stand still, their gaze not leaving yours save to glance questioningly at one another, as if unsure of what comes next...

"Kita ki..." you reiterate more softly, endeavoring to approach, "Kita ki...be not afraid!"...hey its better than nothing.

Your obviously arcane words do little to dissuade most of the women from taking an involuntary step back at your approach, but you gently lift out your hands in a gesture of peace (or surrender, whichever is more profitable) and it seems to reassure them.

The women begin to crowd around you, looking at your strange clothes (undoubtedly more clothes than they've seen in their lives), at your suit's strange sheen, the way it seems to envelop your hands and feet, which they begin to inquisitively--though cautiously--poke, prod, and feel, remarking excitedly to one another on their apparent strangeness.

This is the closest you've been to any of them (with the possible exception of Mutukwa), and you can now get a better feel (relatively speaking) of their bodies and anatomy...

In addition to the lovely Mutukwa, who is more adoring than ever, almost acting as a sort of body guard or officiator to the new god, six other females now clutter around you:

There is another redhead whose hair is more straight but no less long than Mutukwa's, her huge, naked breasts heaving as she plays with the velcro-like material of your suit, her green eyes entranced by the sound it makes when her nails scratch across it up and down...up and down. Are her boobs that big because she's excited or...
If Mutukwa is any frame of reference, you deduce that she must be a little paler than her, as you can clearly make out the patterns of freckles covering her body in the firelight. She wears only a kind of skirt that appears to be made from the tails of various small to medium sized-creatures; when she moves about, her vagina is mostly exposed with just a hint of it hidden behind whatever tail happens to be (tantalizingly) obscuring it, the same is true of her ass, which, like Mutukwa's, is athletic and firm, though a bit larger, as though it resents the tails of the dead animals daring any attempt at obfuscating so luminous and perfect a protrusion...

Beside her muses a blonde with long straight hair, blue eyes that sparkle in the firelight, and a slight tan. She, also, is naked from the waist up...everywhere in fact, save for her crotch, which has but to experience a slight wind across the flimsy piece of leather hanging limply in front of her womanhood to say hello as well. Her naked ass preferring to feel the unabridged feel of the breeze, you also note that her breasts are similar in size to Mutukwa's...

Yet another blonde is next to her (sisters, perhaps?), her breasts much smaller, but no less firm or appealing in their own way. Her hair is a curly sort of wavy and her skin is a deeper tan than the other's. Her eyes are dark, and, unlike the other blonde, the leather loincloth around her seems to encompass both her pussy and her ass, though thankfully not in any definitive sort of way...a simple flick and its bye bye "clothes". Could be worse, anyway, her beautiful breasts could be hidden behind that enchanting forest of yellow curls which she's so generously chosen to sweep behind her shoulders. Yes, dear, bare all before your god...

Two brunettes catch your eye...one is clothed (being a "loose" term, of course) in a manner almost identical to Mutukwa, with a skin draped across one shoulder, covering one breast, and obviously one ass cheek as well. Her thick, wild hair covers her other breast, but you can tell from the bulge beneath both her hair and the skin that her mammary glands are comparable in size to Mutukwa's. Her skin is tan and her brown eyes appear almost puppy-like...or maybe its just the simple fact that their attached to a head which she has cocked to one side in curiosity...

The other brunette you can't help but notice, as she's crouched beneath you on her knees (she seems to have the right idea...) engrossed in attempting to solve the mystery of your shoes. Clearly she's never seen anything like them, as she keeps touching and squeezing them and looking back to her own bare foot as if divining a relationship between the two. Her hair is straight and so dark its almost black. She has a smaller bust than most--you have a pretty good view of it from your angle--but her boobs are firmly sculpted and appealing, nonetheless. You aren't sure what shes wearing, or if she's wearing anything, but you believe you spy strange wisps of hair or leather trailing down her back and dragging the floor as she inquires of you. You're not sure from where its all attached (you speculate her neck), but it looks, if anything, to be a version of the thing the other redhead is barely clothed with, only of a material you can't readily discern, and with much more effort having gone into trying to hide her body. Emphasis on the "try"...
The few times the shy girl dares to flash her catlike green eyes up to yours, she immediately turns he gaze back down, deferring to your divine status...

Finally, standing perhaps the closest to you is a woman whose hair is like the night and skin so pale it seems compete with the firelight for illumination. More than that you don't immediately notice since all your attention is drawn to two other issues.
Very large issues.
Her boobs are absolutely pendulous! You've never seen a woman with breasts so big. They almost obscure the view of her navel above a furry, black swaddling you can't help but think came from some large, carnivorous animal. What thinking you're able to do in the sight of those wondrous growths, that is. Unlike the other women, you notice that she wears the bones of some creature around one of her ankles and wrist.
It occurs to you that you might be staring, so, catching yourself, you quickly turn your gaze back to her face, only to find two (other things):
One, she also wears a necklace of teeth and other bones around her neck, dangling just a bit past where her amazing mammary glands begin, as if attempting to provide some cover, but coming up humiliatingly short, and two, her piercing blue eyes meet your gaze with a mischievous hunger, her full lips locked in a provocative and inviting grin, as if to say "I know"...
There is a confidence and power about this one that the others seem to lack.

You cannot help but notice the smell as well. It started out overpoweringly strong, but any olfactory complaints pale against the dictates of one's sex drive, plus, it has now faded down to a more even aroma, and there's no mistaking it...

Cinnamon? Sugar?...

Sickly sweet, but sweet nonetheless. You then notice there seems to be some kind of sheen about all of the girls, something about their skin...

When you've had a decent enough time to properly "take in" the scene, Mutukwa places herself between them and begins to yell: "Haka, haka!", while shooing them away, as if to say "enough".

First time Mutukwa was ever a buzz kill noted...

She continues, gesturing to you, around and seemingly outside the cave:

"Miga no, kita ki, Hay nah bo gah rah, keta miki puba, kil'a"...

Just then the Dark One, as you've come to call her in your mind, with the black hair and the necklaces steps forward and shoves Mutukwa out of the [way.

"Ma](http://way.Ma) si nay soba keta ki!", she screams, pointing to you, then all around the cave and back to her. Evidently she's pissed about seomthing. "Kita ki soba ma si nay!" she continues, patting her massive boob, causing it to jiggle and the bones atop it rattle. Even in anger these girls never cease to please...

Mutukwa seems to cow to her, averting her gaze and adopting what you take to be a somewhat contrite, if not embarrassed, expression.

You had thought Mutukwa some kind of chiefess on your arrival, but this would seem to disprove all of that...

Unless...

Other than the redheads, the other women have absolutely no reason to be pale, and indeed, they are not, except for the Dark One. The only way someone could be that pale in a environment like this is if they remained out of the sun on purpose. But why would they do that? Then it hits you (almost as hard as you'd like to "hit" them); the bone ornaments, her skin, the way she seems to have some unique claim to you (for that, indeed, must be what her meaning)...

Mutukwa may very well carry weight (and do so gracefully, you're certain), in this group as one thing or another, but the Dark One is their shaman. Their priestess. Her job is to see to the "spiritual" well being of the group whilst the others are occupied in more menial endeavors.

And if anyone should speak for you, its her...

Not an unpleasant arrangement, but poor Mutukwa seems so crestfallen.

The Dark One approaches, arms outstretched, thrusting her impossible breasts as far they can go, almost as if they themselves are praying to you, and approaches...

"Kita ki...mal huka ket no, mali ishi nay, ghana suka keta kaw, izi'e...korda meka yay"!

She then kneels down in front of you, causing all the others to do the same, but while they bow their heads, she looks up, eyes closed, to the ceiling, palsm raised to the ceiling as though they ere the ehaves.

Silence.

The pose continues. For a few awkward moments. Just as you're about to ask what the fuck is going on, the Dark One slowly but definitely opens her eyes...

"Keta ki?...Korda miki nay"?

The others seem to stir a bit, but their gaze doesn't leave the floor.

"I..." you begin...

"Korda miki puba!" she yells, her voice taking on a demanding tone. She begins to rub her plump but far from unpleasant belly--one accustomed to "offerings", no doubt--having to first heave her hands beneath her ponderous bosom in order to do so. For a moment you think (or hope) she wants to "offer" her breasts, which she's causing to bounce like nobody's business, to you. Then you realize that she is, indeed, rubbing her belly.

A gesture of hunger.

She then gestures to all around.

Aha. Apparently they're asking their god to feed them.

This should be interesting...