Follow along for now.

Johanna let out a careful sigh. “Lead the way, Grosh.”

Grosh smiled, baring those sharp teeth again and gesturing with his spear, and they started walking. After about three minutes of stepping between trees and pushing past shrubs, Grosh started to speak again, “I’ve heard of pale strangers washing up from the sea. Never seen it, before. The elder has, but it’s been at least a few hundred years. You’re here now, though. My catch for the day.” Johanna froze as Grosh’s hand gripped her shoulder from behind. She was expecting him to point her in a new direction, and was caught wholly off-guard when she felt his long, warm tongue run up the side of her neck and onto her cheek. She wiggled out of his grip and spun around to give the hunter an indignant face. He just wrinkled his nose at her. “I’ve had tastier catches, to say the least.” He spat on the ground, pointed in a new direction, and resumed the trek.

Eventually Johanna brushed aside an obscenely large leaf and found herself stumbling into a clearing. The ground beneath her boots was still dirt, but the trees and shrubbery in this area had been cleared out long ago in favor of mud huts which, although clearly sturdy and weathered, seemed to her somewhat sparse if they were where Grosh and his people lived. Most of the huts appeared to be empty, but some of them contained men, all of them green, long-eared, and barely dressed. Johanna managed to draw most of their attention, and a few set aside their work to follow her and Grosh to a large hut at the far end of the village.

“Elder Vissnar, you’ll want to see this,” Grosh addressed a somewhat overweight man, hunched over a worktable at the back of the hut. The elder turned around with a somewhat bored expression, but he quickly grinned as his gaze met Johanna’s. She noted that for an “Elder,” it was rather difficult to place Vissnar’s age. Like all the men she’d seen so far, he was completely hairless, and he didn’t have any wrinkles, loose skin, or other features one might normally use to estimate age. In fact, aside from his sizable gut, the only thing that truly set him apart from Grosh or the other men gathered around was his ornamentation (He was wearing a golden necklace and a couple rings on his right hand) and the size of his cock, which was frankly huge, even hanging flaccid. She glanced around, and blushed noticing that most of Grosh’s people had large cocks, at least compared to what she was familiar with. The Elder’s was certainly the longest, at least 10 inches flaccid, and thick enough that she was honestly terrified of what it would look like erect. She realized she was staring and brought her gaze back up to Elder Vissnar’s face, only to find that he was just as blatantly examining her body, though at least Johanna was wearing clothing. Eventually he looked up to capture her gaze and smiled.

“It has been a long while since any humans have set foot on Mother’s shore. You are welcome to stay with us, her Chosen, now that you are here. I regret to inform you, however, that Mother does not give up those she has taken in. There is no returning to the life you knew before Mother brought you to her shores. I’m sure you have questions, and we can address them in time. First, though: you’re probably hungry, thirsty, and tired, and those heavy rags aren’t doing you any favors in the daytime heat. Follow me below and we can get you sorted.”

Not waiting for her response, and perhaps anticipating Johanna to follow her, Vissnar turned away and lifted a trapdoor that Johanna hadn’t noticed at first. If the huts contained some sort of cellar floor, that would explain why the above-ground portion was so sparse. And perhaps also explain the fact that she hadn’t seen any women or children among the Chosen thus far…