Mitch and Monica have proved themselves.

“You’re welcome,” Mitch said to Asiar, “I didn’t think I could bring it down with this small spear, so I tried something else.”

Asiar nodded, “My,” he pointed at Monica, “wife and child will be grateful.”

Fedus looked around the group before saying, “We are to speak their tongue? I am sorry to have missed their feats.”

Monica turned to look at Welling, “You all speak English?”

“Nicay speaks it best, but yes, many of us speak some,” he said. “It is a compliment that the group chooses to speak your language.”

He looked towards Nicay, who pointed at her medallion. Welling only nodded as Mizra said, “Good hunt.” Mitch suspected that she knew few other words.

Welling looked over the other giants, who each, in turn, nodded. “Come, there is a river this way to clean you up.”

Monica still shook with adrenaline as she said, “Shouldn’t we help with the purin?”

Nicay smiled, “Those that kill the quarry don’t have to dress the carcass. The others will attend to it.” She said nothing else as she started in the direction of the river.

The river was broad and clear, and rocky beds, smooth from erosion, sat on the embankments. As they arrived, Nicay and Welling took each other’s hands, and in almost perfect unison, they pulled the black medallions from their neck with their free hands. “You have proven yourself to our tribe. Let us help clean you and relieve you of your strains,” Welling said.

Monica bit her lip, tasting the blood there before she gagged slightly. “I certainly need a bath,” she said.

Mitch looked himself over and then up at Nicay. Her strong presence had softened, and now she looked more attractive to him than ever before. “Ok,” he said, lost for words.

Welling let go of Nicay’s hand and grabbed Monica’s, guiding her towards a spot where the water was shallow. Nicay held a hand out to Mitch, and he took it. She gently pulled him into the water. It was cold but not frigid. They were only a few meters from where Monica and Welling were.

Welling dipped his cupped hands into the water, pouring over Monica. His touch was obviously not just to clean her but also please she and Mitch wondered how much they would do, could do, considering his size.

Nicay, in the meantime, led Mitch deeper into the water until it was up to his shoulders and her breasts. Then her hands started to roam his body. Quickly, he returned the favour, cleansing her of sweat and dust while feeling her naked body.

The raised white scars were firm, almost hard, her breasts, proportionate for her size, seemed large and firm and moved as her arms worked over his body, showing the strength of her muscles underneath.

In the meantime, Monica’s hands were running over Welling’s body. Her hands couldn’t reach over his entire body, but he lowered himself to allow her to reach. “You have both proven yourselves to our tribe, and I would enjoy pleasing you, but how would be the only question.”

Monica sighed as his large hand covered her entire breast, squeezing lightly. “Umm, I would like to try that as well.” With his other hand, Welling guided one of Monica’s hands lower. “Oh my God,” she said loud enough for Nicay and Mitch to hear.

Monica stroked his hardening cock. It was thick and longer than her forearm, and he didn’t feel completely firm.

Mitch leaned into Nicay’s breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth; it felt strange. Her nipple was large, the width of his two thumbs together, but as he sucked on it, he heard a familiar moan of arousal from his giant companion.

Nicay smiled, “That does feel nice. I hope you find other ways to please me, and I you.” It was almost a formal request, and Mitch responded by lowering one hand to her cunt. It was easy to insert two fingers into her as his thumb teased her clit. Quickly, he added a third as she reached down to massage his crotch. “For a smaller being, you are sizable, but I could still take your length and your balls into my mouth.” It was not intended as an insult, of that Mitch was sure, but it did still sting a little, and he pulled back to see his wife stroking Welling.

His cock had hardened more and raised up to just under his sternum. His cock must have been 16 inches or more, and Monica was pressed against it, rubbing it with the cleft of her breasts.

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