A Party Forms pt 3.

Chapter 6 -A Party Forms pt 3.-

As the hydra rose, its heads hissing with renewed fury, the shaman raised an eyebrow. "Seems like our conversation will have to wait. It appears our scaly friend isn't quite ready to call it quits."

Adalwolf, ever eager for battle, grinned. "Perfect. I was just getting started."

Seraphina sighed, realizing that the respite was short-lived. "Alright, let's finish this. But this time, let's coordinate. We must strike together, exploit its weaknesses, and ensure it doesn't adapt so easily."

The trio converged, each bringing their unique skills to the forefront. Jabulani prepared to cast his spells while Adalwolf readied her rapier, the arcane energy still coursing through its blade. Seraphina tightened her sword and shield grip, focusing on the approaching hydra.

This time, each of the creature's heads seems to choose an independent target. Three focused on Adalwolf, who engaged it head-on, her rapier dancing with unparalleled speed. Three on Seraphina, who circled to the side, attempting to distract the beast and draw its attention away from Adalwolf. Meanwhile, the last three focused on Jabulani, who was quickcasting Nature's Embrace, trying to hinder the hydra's movements with quantity over quality this time.

The battle resumed, each clash and strike accompanied by the near ear-shattering sounds of roars. The hydra, though formidable, found itself confronted by a more coordinated and strategic opposition.

Despite the coordinated ****, the hydra's heads displayed an uncanny level of autonomy. They moved with calculated independence, countering the trio's attacks with surprising adaptability. Adalwolf's rapier danced through the air, meeting the fierce strikes of three hydra heads, each one seemingly unaffected by the others. Though rapier became a blur of motion, a symphony of swift strikes and evasive maneuvers. Her agile form weaved through the onslaught, attempting to disrupt the seemingly independent movements of the hydra's heads. With each strike, she aimed for the gaps between the scales, seeking to exploit any vulnerability that could give her an advantage.

The hydra's heads, however, displayed an otherworldly coordination. As the wolf girl engaged three of them simultaneously, they moved synchronized. One head would lunge, and the others would shift position, covering the exposed areas and repelling her attacks with deadly precision.

The wolf girl's instincts kicked into overdrive as she adapted her tactics. Her rapier became a finesse tool, aiming not only for direct strikes but also for strategic feints and misdirection. She sought to confuse the hydra's heads, disrupt their coordination, and create openings for decisive strikes.

Yet, the heads displayed an intelligence that went beyond mere instinct. If one head faltered, the others compensated, learning from each encounter. Adalwolf found herself engaged in a dance of combat with an opponent that seemed to evolve with every passing moment.

With her sword and shield, Seraphina faced the challenge of keeping the attention of the heads focused on her. She executed a series of swift strikes and evasive maneuvers to disrupt the coordinated ****. The hydra's heads, however, displayed a level of coordination that made it challenging for her to find an opening. Her every movement was met with calculated aggression from the hydra's heads. Its serpentine necks weaved through the air, snapping and lunging with a precision that belied their massive size. Despite her skillful swordplay and steadied footwork, the heads seemed to anticipate her every strike, creating an impenetrable wall of scaly defenses.

The hydra's eyes gleamed with an eerie intelligence, a stark contrast to the primal fury of its roars. Seraphina's shield absorbed the brunt of the attacks, but the relentless **** began to take its toll. The hydra's coordination was uncanny, with heads working to cover each other's vulnerabilities.

Undeterred, Seraphina altered her strategy. Instead of focusing solely on offense, she began employing defensive maneuvers, using her shield to deflect the hydra's strikes and create counterattack openings. She analyzed the patterns of the heads, seeking a moment of hesitation or distraction.

As the hydra lunged with a coordinated **** from multiple heads, Seraphina swiftly spun, deflecting one strike with her shield while parrying another with her sword. In the split-second opening that followed, she aimed a precise strike at the exposed underbelly of one of the heads.

The hydra, however, proved resilient. Even as Seraphina's blade connected, the creature adapted, retracting its injured head and allowing another to take its place. The heads moved seamlessly, compensating for each other's weaknesses with an eerie synchronization.

With a determined grit, Seraphina continued her dance with the hydra. She circled the creature, utilizing her agility to avoid the snapping jaws. Yet, the challenge remained formidable — to disrupt the coordinated **** and find a vulnerability that the hydra's heads couldn't predict.

Amidst the chaos, Seraphina keenly observed the hydra's movements, searching for subtle cues—a pattern or a moment of distraction. The battle had evolved into a test of physical prowess and mental acuity as she sought to outwit the creature's intelligence.

As she deftly parried another series of strikes, Seraphina's mind raced, analyzing the hydra's behavior. A plan began to form—a calculated risk that, if successful, could exploit a gap in the creature's coordination. With determination burning in her eyes, she readied herself for the next onslaught, poised to execute her strategic gambit against the formidable hydra.

Jabulani's magical vines, rooted in the earth's essence, sought to ensnare and bind the creature, limiting its range of motion. However, with newfound strength, the hydra displayed a remarkable ability to tear and rip through the constricting vines, snapping, lunging, tearing, and chewing through the magical hindrance. The hydra had developed an instinctive understanding of the natural forces arrayed against it.

"This isn't going to work. This thing has to be from the Fae Wilds... this goes far beyond anything a hydra should be capable of!" Jabulani exclaimed, frustration evident as the hydra effortlessly tore through the magical vines, mocking his efforts with instinctual prowess that defied the laws of nature.

Jabulani's frustration mounted as his once potent spells seemed futile against the otherworldly resilience of the hydra. The creature tore through the magical vines with an instinctual prowess that defied the laws of nature, almost mocking his efforts.

The realization that the hydra might be connected to the Fae Wilds sent a chill through the female knight and magus, confirming Jabulani's earlier theories about these lands. Jabulani, adapting to the creature's growing resistance, summoned forth more vines in a **** attempt to restrain it. However, the hydra's hide had become impervious, rendering the Nature's Embrace spell less effective.

"We need to end this in a single shot, or else it will keep regenerating faster than we can hurt it until we can't hurt it anymore! I could do that easier with a fire or **** spirit than with a spirit of nature. Nature doesn't come with many destructive spells, mostly healing and utility," he lamented, knowing he didn't have an hour to commune with another spirit.

Seraphina, assessing the situation, nodded in agreement. "Agreed. We can't afford to prolong this any further. Let's focus on finding a weakness that can bypass its defenses."

Adalwolf, ever keen for a decisive strike, grinned. "I like the sound of that. Let's make it regret tangling with us."

"...then I'm going to need you all to give me ten seconds free of this hydra," the shaman declared, flying up into the sky, attempting to get out of range of the three heads specifically targeting him.

To the surprise of everyone, the necks of the creatures stretched and expanded outward, allowing the heads to give chase. They snapped shut swiftly, unexpectedly, and the shaman was consumed whole. The sudden turn of events left the remaining party members momentarily stunned, grappling with the shocking demise of their comrade.

Adalwolf's eyes narrowed as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Seraphina showed no emotion, standing fast, ready to continue the fight, knowing they would now need to compensate for the loss of their teammate.

The hydra, having consumed Jabulani, exhibited a momentary satisfaction before the now-freed three heads had two targets to choose from on top of the three they were already dealing with.

Adalwolf lunged forward, her rapier now infused with fiery energy as she targeted the heads that had devoured the shaman. Seraphina, shield raised, moved with calculated precision to draw the attention of the remaining heads, creating an opening for Adalwolf's ****. With its renewed fury, the hydra faced the resilient duo of Adalwolf and Seraphina. Adalwolf, her rapier now ablaze with fiery energy and Seraphina wielding her shield with focused determination, confronted the creature that seemed to defy conventional limits.

As the duo pressed on with their coordinated ****, the hydra retaliated with a savage onslaught. Seraphina, the embodiment of steadfast defense, skillfully intercepted the ferocious strikes with her shield. Her movements, a dance of tactical precision, aimed to draw the attention of the hydra's heads and create openings for Adalwolf's fiery strikes. The battlefield echoed with clashes and roars as the adversaries engaged in a struggle that transcended the boundaries of the ordinary.

Adalwolf's fiery strikes found their mark, scorching through scales and momentarily leaving the hydra reeling. Fueled by anger, the remaining heads thrashed wildly, and the air crackled with the arcane energy of her ****. However, the hydra, demonstrating an uncanny adaptability, healed at a pace that outpaced the inflicted damage. Even the enchanted rapier's thrusts struggled to pierce its resilient scales.

"Is this truly the power of creatures touched by the Fae? This is truly nightmarish!" Seraphina exclaimed as she and Adalwolf strategically retreated to gain distance and breathing room. Yet, the hydra, relentless and unyielding, had other plans. When the duo stepped back, eight of its nine heads launched into an all-out ****. The ninth head remained vigilant, ready to counter any attempt at retaliation.

The battlefield became a chaotic dance of evasive maneuvers and precise strikes as Adalwolf and Seraphina navigated the onslaught. Fueled by arcane resilience and eerie intelligence, the hydra seemed to anticipate their every move. The duo, now facing an even more formidable adversary, needed to reassess their strategy and find a way to overcome the otherworldly challenges presented by this creature touched by the Fae.

In the relentless battle for survival, a stone, seemingly propelled by unseen forces, dislodged itself from the ground and collided with the hydra, impacting not just one but multiple heads. As the **** intensified, the once serene sky transformed into a tempest, enveloping the mythical creature in darkness. Lightning struck with a ferocity reserved for the extraordinary, each bolt finding its mark on the bewildered hydra.

Simultaneously, the very ground beneath the creature succumbed to the magical onslaught. Hundreds, if not thousands, of colossal vines and roots, erupted, ruthlessly impaling the hydra from various angles, tearing through its flesh and muscles. An unrelenting barrage of stones and rocks of varied shapes and sizes bombarded the creature from all directions, adding to its disorientation. Bolts of lightning consecutively lashed out, creating a relentless storm above.

The once-predatory hydra found itself ensnared in an intricate dance of destruction, unable to comprehend the convergence of elemental forces unleashed upon it. The roots, having spread across its entire body, began splitting apart, metamorphosing into towering trees and vibrant plants that absorbed the creature's essence for sustenance.

Amidst the chaos, the fae-touched hydra, bewildered and overpowered, struggled to make sense of the multifaceted ****. It was subjected to a relentless symphony of natural elements, being fried by lightning, crushed by stones, and torn apart, its essence consumed by the flourishing fauna. The very fabric of the battlefield transformed into a chaotic tapestry of destruction and rejuvenation as the elemental onslaught continued, leaving the once-mighty hydra in a state of disarray and defeat.

Having impaled the hydra, the vines seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. They greedily absorbed the creature's life ****, further weakening its resistance. The roots that had morphed into towering trees stretched towards the darkened sky, their leaves quivering with newfound vitality fueled by the hydra's essence.

Amidst the chaos, a voice emanated from the magical forces orchestrating this ****. "Nature's Wrath," whispered Jabulani, his eyes aglow with the power of the spirits. Having survived being swallowed whole, the shaman uses the time granted to him to cast one of the most powerful spells in the nature spirit's repertoire, Nature's Wrath.

Nature's Wrath, a spell of unparalleled potency, tapped into the primal forces that governed the spirits of nature. It was a convergence of the spirits' might, a manifestation of the shaman's communion with those spirits. The hydra, caught in the throes of this magical onslaught, seemed to quiver as the life **** within it was inexorably drawn out.

The vines, conduits of this potent magic, throbbed with an otherworldly radiance. They acted as channels, directing the hydra's life **** into the very heart of the forest that now rose from the battlefield. The once darkened sky began to brighten as if infused with the rejuvenating energy of the spell restoring the forest that the hydra had destroyed earlier, or at the minimum, accelerated its restoration.

Still, in the throes of his magical connection, Jabulani maintained a focused gaze upon the transformative spectacle. The spirits, responding to his command, wove the released energy into the fabric of the burgeoning flora. The towering trees, now imbued with the essence of the defeated hydra, stood as living monuments to the triumph of nature over the chaos of the Fae.

With a final, subdued shudder, the once-mighty creature succumbed to Nature's Wrath. Its form disintegrated into motes of light, dissipating into the surrounding verdant landscape. The echoes of the magical storm subsided, leaving behind a transformed and vibrant sight. The darkened sky gave way to a canopy of lush greenery, and the air was charged with the invigorating energy of rejuvenated nature. Still bearing the glow of the spirits' power, Jabulani breathed a sigh of relief before collapsing to his knees, exhausted.

Seraphina and Adalwolf, witnesses to the spectacle, approached Jabulani with a mixture of admiration and worry. The shaman had ensured their survival by wielding nature itself with unyielding determination. He orchestrated a symphony of destruction and creation whose full-on effects may not truly be seen or understood for generations to come.

Jabulani, though visibly fatigued, met the gazes of Seraphina and Adalwolf with a knowing look. His eyes, still aglow with the remnants of the spirits' power, conveyed the weight of the magic he had unleashed. "Take me back to the village, and let me rest." He said, finally succumbing to the weight of the power he wielded and falling ****. With Jabulani now on his knees, visibly exhausted from the immense magical exertion, Seraphina and Adalwolf quickly moved to support him.

Seraphina spoke with a tone of both concern and gratitude, "Jabulani, your magic was extraordinary. You've not only saved us, saved me again... but reshaped the very fabric of this land."

Adalwolf, nodding in agreement, added, "That's one hell of an Alpha, but you need rest now. We've got this from here." Her tail wagged uncontrollably, a visible display of her loyalty and submission.

With Adalwolf carrying an **** Jabulani on her back, they began their journey back toward the village. The air, once filled with the turmoil of battle, now carried the scent of blossoming flowers and the soothing rustle of leaves. For Adalwolf, every step was a calculated one, sniffing for the lingering scents that led them back. The journey back was slower than finding the hydra, but every cautious move ensured a safe return.

Approaching the village, they found many residents remaining in their homes. The shockwave from the hydra's first massive attack had wreaked havoc, instilling fear for their very lives. However, one resident, Alice, the daughter-in-law of the village mayor and owner of the most extensive farmland, had prayed diligently for their safe return. Her initial joy at their arrival turned to concern as she spotted the **** body of the shaman.

Rushing forward, Alice exclaimed, "By the gods! What happened to him? Is he going to be okay?"

Adalwolf looked at the woman, "the Alpha used powerful magic to save us. He just needs some rest now. Can you help us get him to a place where he can recover?"

Of course, bring him back into my home; he can lay in my bed of all I care." She said, hurrying them back into her big home to the master bedroom where she sleeps.

As they laid Jabulani down on the bed, Alice spoke with genuine concern, "Do you need anything? I have some herbal remedies that might help him recover faster."

Adalwolf, reverting to her usual confident and cocky demeanor, replied, "Thanks, Alice, but this problem isn't one of the physical but magical nature. He completely drained his magical conduits, or the spirits did anyway. Shamans, unlike other magic users, don't actually cause the effects of their spells themselves. They make contracts with spirits and trade their mana to spirits to cause them to directly affect the world around them. Meaning the spell he cast, that Nature's Wrath, either required a crazy number of nature spirits to pull off or..." Adalwolf paused.

"Or what? Don't just stop like that!" Seraphina said, just now revealing that she was standing in the doorway the entire time.

"Well... from what little I know of shamanism outside what Jabulani already told us... all spirits are not the same. Much like everything else, from gods to adventurers, there are levels to them. The higher the level, the more powerful the shaman is. If I remember correctly, it goes from minor spirits, granting basic levels of magic and power, to adept spirits. I don't know how much more powerful they are, but I do remember hearing something about elemental lords and such. Then there are... what isn't... crap, I can't remember," Adalwolf said, rubbing her head frantically.

"Celestial spirits, this would be what those of you who are Aelorian would put in the rank of everything from dragons being the weakest to archangels, archdevils, and demon lords being the strongest. Then, finally, there are the Primordial Spirits; these would be your equivalent of the gods for my people," Jabulani said, struggling to sit up.

Seraphina stepped forward, her tone resolute, "What's crucial now is ensuring Jabulani gets proper rest. We appreciate your offer, Alice, and while herbal remedies may aid his natural healing, what he truly needs is rest to restore his depleted mana. Unless you happen to have some mana potions, rest will be the most effective remedy."

Alice lowered her head in defeat; the reality was that this remote place rarely saw magic users, and the likelihood of having mana potions on hand was close to nonexistent.

"Wait, why dont you all have any? You knew you would have to deal with bandits at the bare minimum; why did you all come so unprepared?" Alice questioned.

"Wait, why don't you all have any? You knew you would have to deal with bandits at the bare minimum. Why did you all come so unprepared?" Alice questioned, a mix of concern and frustration in her voice.

Adalwolf exchanged a glance with Seraphina, and they both hesitated before Adalwolf spoke, "We didn't anticipate encountering a Fae-touched hydra out here. This level of magical threat is beyond our usual encounters. We came prepared for physical dangers, not a creature touched by the Fae."

"I don't use magic to begin with, so even thinking about it would make little sense. Plus, I'm not the leader of this little party," Seraphina said, glaring at the exhausted Jabulani.

Jabulani just laughed, "I never carry such things, mostly because I've never needed them. Most shamans never cast the lev of spells I cast, so typically, we never go beyond using the power of adapt spirits. This is literally the first time I've had so much mana pulled from my conduits." He said, laying back down.

Jabulani chuckled, "I never carry such things, mostly because I've never needed them. Most shamans never cast the level of spells I cast, so typically, we never go beyond using the power of adept spirits. This is literally the first time I've had so much mana pulled from my conduits," he said, lying back down. All three women groaned at his reasoning.

"Well, we are going to fix that when you get better. Either way, I need to get to the baron and inform him of what happened here today," Seraphina said as she turned to leave.

"Wait, it's dangerous to go alone... take Adalwolf with you," Jabulani said, which Adalwolf took as a command, even though it was visible on her face that she did not want to leave his side.

"Why do I get the feeling that you won't take no for an answer?" responded Seraphina.

"Because I won't, and your party leader has spoken," the shaman laughed, laying back down to rest.

Shaking her head in defeat, Seraphina left the room with the wolf girl following behind. They headed to the stables to assess what was still usable, realizing that the original plan to get back relied heavily on Jabulani.

The stables, though spared from the direct impact of the shockwave, still showed signs of distress. Some of the horses were uneasy, and a few carriages were damaged. Adalwolf took the lead, inspecting the available horses with a critical eye.

"Well, this complicates things. We might have to settle for horses that aren't in their prime condition," Adalwolf remarked, her tail flicking with irritation.

Seraphina nodded, "It's better than walking. The sun is already setting. Let's choose the most reliable ones and get going. We need to inform the baron about the situation."

As Jabulani lay in bed, recovering, he overheard a heated argument coming from the front of the farmhouse.

"And you put him in my son's Marital bed? Are you daft, woman?" an older, authoritative voice exclaimed.

"I wasn't concerned about that; I was worried about the men who risked their lives for all of us!" Alice retorted passionately.

The next thing the shaman heard was the sound of grumbling, followed by the mayor of the village entering the room.

"Do I hear that you need to rest here to restore your power... in my son's bed?" the old mayor inquired, standing in the doorway.

Jabulani attempted to get up, but the old man waved it away.

"Hey, now, stop that. I'm stubborn, but I'm not a monster! After what you had to fight for us... thank you, and rest up," he said with a grateful tone before turning around, noticing a shocked-looking Alice. "Don't forget to bring me my tea, girl!" he added before walking away to his room.

Jabulani couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Despite the initial tension, the village's gratitude had prevailed. He lay back, feeling the warmth of the familiar bed and signaling for Alice to come to him.

Jabulani's confident smile didn't waver as he noticed Alice's hesitation. He decided to take the matter into his own hands, knowing she was overwhelmed by the situation.

"Then don't worry about it. I'll answer it for you. Look into my pouch; you should find a bottle of purple tea leaves. Brew some tea for the old man and give it to him," he instructed calmly.

Alice's curiosity and concern lingered as she stammered, "Why?"

Jabulani assured her, "Relax, it's a relaxant. When consumed, the leaves induce deep sleep, and he won't wake up for at least eight hours. But when he does, he'll feel refreshed and rejuvenated. After he drinks it, just wait for about an and come back here."

With a puzzled expression, Alice retrieved the herbs from Jabulani's pouch, but she didn't say a word in response. She simply left the room, still processing the shaman's unusual request.

As Seraphina and Adalwolf approached the baron's residence, an undeniable sense of unease enveloped Seraphina. The encounter with the fae-touched hydra had exposed a layer of the supernatural world that demanded immediate attention. The baron needed to be informed about the potential threats lurking within his territory.

Upon reaching the baron's estate, they were ushered into his presence, forcing him out of bed as the day had long gone into the night. With Adalwolf by her side, Seraphina recounted the harrowing experience, providing a detailed account of the fae-touched hydra and Jabulani's remarkable use of Nature's Wrath.

The baron, a weary figure who had grown accustomed to one problem leading to several more, listened attentively. As Seraphina concluded, he leaned forward, his fingers rubbing his temple. "This is troubling news. We must take precautions. But what precautions can we take? Bandits and beasts are one thing, but the Fae is far outside my realm of knowledge," the baron mused.

"Sir, isn't this exactly the kind of situation you hired Jabulani for?" Seraphina inquired.

The baron considered her words and replied, "You're right. From the way you describe it, he handled the creature well. First thing in the morning, I want you two to return and see if he has fully recovered. I fear that we will need him more than ever now." With that, the baron retreated to his bed-chamber, the weight of the newfound knowledge pressing heavily upon his mind.

An hour after Seraphina and Adalwolf's departure, the farm was cloaked in a veil of silence. The only sounds that broke the stillness were Alice's soft gasps as her toes curled into the blanket, her attempts to stifle moans proving futile.

Alice found herself seated in her marital bed, her body nestled in Rashaad's lap. The shaman's right hand played a tantalizing melody on her most sensitive areas while his left hand cupped her breast, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

As the sensations overwhelmed her, the shaman whispered provocatively into her ear, "Yet you still gave your father-in-law the sleeping tea, returned here, undressed, and joined a man who isn't your husband."

Alice's voice wavered as she tried to speak, "Th-that's because y-you, y-aaahhhh..." But her words were abruptly silenced by a euphoric release coursing through her, drowning her in the moment's passion.

Jabulani grinned, feeling her shudder and moan in his arms. Her body writhed in pleasure, her eyes closed, and her breaths grew heavier. He savored the sight of her face twisting with ecstasy as her body quivered.

Jabulani's hand slowly slid down, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples. The shaman's voice was a velvet whisper laden with understanding and desire. "You've gone so long without the sensual touch of a man, and your father-in-law only showed you ****."

Alice's breath quivered as she attempted to deny the waves of pleasure coursing through her. "No... I don't ne...ahhhh," her words were cut short by the overwhelming sensations that enveloped her, making her resistance crumble.

"If that weren't true, you wouldn't squeeze so tightly when I do..." The shaman's voice was like a seductive spell, and before he could finish his sentence, Alice moaned, her tongue darting out of her mouth. "It's big, it's big, what is ahhhh!" Her vaginal walls clenched down with an intense grip, unable to resist the sensations coursing through her from a single finger invading her vaginal depths.

"Your body tells me how badly you want me," the shaman cooed, his words a hypnotic caress.

Alice's eyes opened wide, her face a mask of horror and ecstasy as his fingers continued tormenting her. The sensations were too much for her, and she couldn't bring herself to resist any longer. She leaned back, surrendering her body and mind to the pleasure.

"Ahhh, ahhh, no, no, no, I don't want, no ahhh!" Alice's moans intensified as the shaman's fingers teased her, his other hand fondling her breasts.

"Don't resist. Relax and let yourself enjoy this," Jabulani whispered.

His voice was like a calming spell, and she felt herself surrendering. Her body went limp as the shaman's fingers plunged deeper, her breathing ragged and labored. She gasped as he withdrew his fingers, leaving her aching for more.

Jabulani's touch was a delicate dance of ecstasy, and he gently guided her body forward with no resistance from her. Her mind was consumed by the physical ecstasy and longing for intimacy since her husband's **** surging within her. Her head hung low, resting on the bed, while her quivering form caused her supple rear to sway invitingly in the air.

With deliberate movements, Jabulani pushed her dress up above her waist, revealing the hidden desires she had kept concealed for so long. He reached down and removed his ten-inch cock, placing the head against the sloppy, wet entrance that was being presented to him.

"W...wait..." Alice said, finally regaining some strength. "What is that?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at the cock.

"It is what you've been craving!" the shaman replied as he pushed the thick shaft slowly into her.

"W..what, that's your co... aaaaahhhck!!!" Alice's body stiffened, and she gasped, the sensation overwhelming her senses.

"T...TOO AGHH, BIG, AHHHHH!" Alice screamed out.

Her body writhed as Jabulani's cock slowly pushed deeper, her hips bucking in pleasure and her toes curling. She struggled to keep her composure, but her body betrayed her, her legs spreading wider and her hips rocking back and forth as if she were trying to **** him deeper.

"Too big? You barely have four inches in, and there are six more to go." Jabulani teased.

"I can't. ahhhh, it's too big, ahhhh!" Alice's voice was strained, her words punctuated by moans of pleasure.

The shaman continued to push the cock into her, her tightness causing him to pause occasionally, allowing her to adjust. As his cock finally penetrated her completely, her pussy clenched and tightened around it, her juices leaking out.

"You're so tight... so warm and wet. I can't get enough of you," the shaman groaned.

No, no, no, no, ahhhhh, ahhhhh!" Alice's body quivered, her voice shaking as she felt his cock pulsing inside her.

"You're almost as tight as a virgin. I guess what happens next will almost break you like a virgin." Jabulani coaxed.

Jabulani started thrusting his hips; the thrusts were deep and fast, causing the entire bed to creak and shake with each thrust.

Alice's body tensed as his cock slammed into her, and her pussy clamped down tightly around it, squeezing him.

Alice's body tensed as his cock slammed into her, and her pussy clamped down tightly around it, squeezing him. Her body quivered, and her hips rocked back and forth in time with his thrusts.

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, mixed with their moans and grunts of pleasure. Jabulani's hands gripped Alice's hips tightly, guiding her as he plunged his cock deep inside her, his pace relentless.

"No, ahhhh, I can't, ahhhhh, it's too much, ahhhh!" Alice moaned, her body trembling.

Jabulani's thrusts increased in intensity, his cock plunging deeper into her with each thrust. Alice's body responded, her hips rocking and her pussy tightening the pressure building.

The sound of their bodies slamming together filled the air, mixed with their grunts and groans. Alice's body writhed in pleasure, her pussy clamping down and milking his cock as it drove deep into her.

"Oh gods, no ahhh, it's so, ahhhh, deep, ahhhh, I can't ahhhh!" Alice moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock, her hips rocking back and forth.

Her body shuddered, and her pussy convulsed, her juices flowing. The feeling of her pussy squeezing his cock sent him over the edge, and his cock throbbed, shooting his load deep inside her.

His fingers dug into her hips as his cock erupted, filling her with his hot cum.

As the last of his cum shot inside her, Alice's body collapsed. Her legs trembled, and her hips bucked, her juices flowing freely.

"What are you doing? There is no time to waste; we only have a few short hours until the first break of dawn, and I am nowhere close to satisfied.

Alice's eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically. "N-no, I can't... It's too much; I can't take it," she pleaded.

Jabulani chuckled, "Too much? You don't know what too much is yet, my dear. Now, get up and turn over so I can really give you a proper pounding."

Alice's face reddened, and she hesitated, her eyes darting back and forth between the door and the man behind her. She wanted to escape, but the thought of his cock entering her again excited her.

"Please, I'm begging you, just let me rest," Alice pleaded, her voice trembling.

Jabulani grinned, aligning his cock with her maidenhood and thrusting down with an almost animalistic urge.

Alice's body tensed, her back arched, her eyes widening as his cock plunged deep into her. She struggled to breathe, the sensation overwhelming her senses.

Jabulani's cock filled her completely, stretching her tight pussy. His hands gripped her thighs firmly, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"It's too big, I can't take it, ahhhhh," Alice cried, her body writhing in pleasure.

"Oh, you can take it. I'll make sure of that," the shaman replied, his voice husky with desire.

This wasn't lovemaking or just plain sex; it was an animalistic act, and the shaman's sole goal was the dominance of another female.

"It's too big, I can't take it, ahhhhh," Alice cried, her body writhing in pleasure.

His cock plunged deep into her, stretching her tight pussy. He held her legs up and back, spreading her wide open and allowing him to see her face contort in pleasure as he fucked her.

Her pussy squeezed him tightly, and her hips rubbed against him.

This act of breeding continued into the early hours of the morning. By the time the shaman was finished, the roosters had long stopped cawing, the village was doing its usual business, and her father-in-law was now waking from the effects of the tea wearing off. Still, she lay there in bed next to Jabulani, barely conscious, with the only words coming Nwas her begging for rest while her entire crotch was being dominated by his shaman's semen.