Mark your ownership of her womb

The Caribs have taken Taino women to bear their children for generations, now you're going to flip the script. You hold yourself off, the ground with your palms flat, arms outstretched, penetrating her as deeply as possible. The intense friction, both from her tightness and the barely adequate lubrication, means any second could be the one you lose it. Finally, you feel the stirrings of orgasmic bliss in your head as your colonizing essence prepares to invade your captive. Thrusting your cock as close to the entry of her womb as possible, you let go. An orgasm of unexpected power robs you of your strength as your essence leaves you in a few huge jets. Kairi convulses, whether in pleasure, revulsion, or both, as you fill the wide-hipped woman with your seed. In a moment of post-orgasmic mental vacancy, you gently stroke Kairi's soft yet muscular brown stomach, possibly the home for your next offspring.

Yahima gets up off the rival tribeswoman, and you notice a wetness on the latter's face.

"Yahima, did you..." you start to question, but she cuts you off with an innocent look.

"Why should you be the only one to have fun?" she asks sarcastically.

Yahima crouches next to you and pulls you into a brief kiss.

"Thank you, my strong chieftain" she says, rubbing your shoulders gently. "It can never make up for what my people have suffered, but I appreciate this."

She glances back at Kairi, who still lays on the ground with her legs spread wide in a daze, face covered in Yahima's fluids, pussy leaking your white cum.

"We can lock her in the guest room. And then.." she says suggestively, taking hold of your semi-erect cock, "we can spend some more time together, in our old way. We wouldn't want you to beget a child from her before me, now would we?"

"Of course not, my love" you say, finishing with a kiss. Not a bad day at all.