The Chief

Nero looked up as top of his dark Cell rustled, a circular lid of solid sandstone being pulled away, to reveal four or five shadows looking down at him. A Panic rising inside of him, his instinct stirring and growing, his eyes flickered to Griffin who was staring at him, a wide grin still on her beautiful crimson face, even as the top of her dusty stone cell also slid open, "Do nothing, let me do the talking." Those were the words written in that smile, her determination to reassure Him working slightly even as the shadows above began to speak.

Smooth, foreign clicking voices spoke above, softly conversing with one another gracefully before turning their darkened faced back down to him. whipping down with lightning speed, something loose but rigid like rope, suddenly slithered around his body, constricting on his torso and shoulders.

Nero followed the plan, doing nothing was easy enough considering He could barely move. Even as the Rope tightened, pulling harshly on his body and forcing him to rise up into the light from the relative darkness of the cell, Nero did and said nothing... even as He saw what He did.

Nero froze as they looked down at his constricted form... it took him a moment to register, for they were so close to Human, but the five people that looked down at him, were most definitely... very different.

The Five figures were people with four arms, two on each side and each boasting three, delicate-looking fingers, they were feminine in the frame, having flat stomachs, curvaceous hips and Red-orange skin that looked shiny but flexible, all wore a strange kind of minimalist tribal garb, well crafted patterned cloths that covered their Breasts, and long furs properly obscured their private parts, on their feet they had light looking cloth wraps and all were wearing some kind of shining metal ring around their forearms and biceps, be it Bronze or silver, each carried short spears with jagged looking blades... but He could not see their faces, mostly because of the large rectangle masks that they wore, etched with different slightly frightening faces, but He did see how each of the women had long, silky hair of Golden Blonde, Mahogany brown... and Silver-white, it was this that caught his eye, mainly because she seemed to be shaking slightly, her breaths heavy and fast as she looked to her peers nervously, Her dark brown eyes looking at Nero with clear nervousness.

Nero wasn't sure what to do, or say... the devil women were weird but this... "Psst." Nero looked over to his right, where He saw Griffin being hoisted out of her cell, constricted by a rope just like he was, she had that smile on her face still the one that told him to stick to the plan, and so as the masked Four armed women hoisted him up, easily holding his tall form up with their many arms, though the way that they were speaking to one another, clicking, feeling his skin and fondling his horns, they seemed to be fascinated by him, just as Griffin was.

"G'linok tak cli'kch!" Shouted the tallest of the Tribal alien women, making the others stand straight and cease their fondling, this one looked very different from the others, she was taller, around Nero and Griffin's height, she had a mane of Crimson hair that was tied into long, thin braids, like the other's she wore little, save for boasting plates of metal armour, weaved with the thick hide she wore on her shins, arms and shoulders, Her mask was taller and less crudely crafter, sporting what looked like a raging insect head on its face, she was a Warrior, that much was clear.

She matched forward, making the other's tremble as she growled some more at them in their strange language that Nero was positive could not have been anything from earth. The Braided Woman gestured and growled to the others, making them hoist Nero and Griffin up and carry them on, the Braided Woman in the lead as they traversed the dark maze of red-stone tunnels.

"What are they!?" Nero whispered to Griffin, who also was slung over the back of one of the Tribeswomen

"Litchen, this is their territory... remember what I said." She whispered, giving him a knowing look, Nero went to speak, only to be met with a hard slap to his head, The Braided Warrior growled at him in her strange tongue threateningly "Guess that's my cue to shut up." He thought, wondering heavily on just why this whole thing was freaking him out more than it surely should have... all of it just felt so... natural when people with four arms and horned red-skinned women was anything but!

But Nero did not have much more time to think, for as the Litchen Tribeswomen carried him through the many dark passages, a light began to tease into the shadows and the sound of many voices, as they came out into the well-lit night.

Breaking out into the cold night air, the atmosphere almost immediately changed, for around them were hundreds, upon hundreds of four-armed, masked people, growling and humming in ominous tones to bellowing sounds of drums, who's sound echoed into the night.

In this field of many large tent-like formations, made of thick leathery hide and draped with many dark furs, great fire pits burned among the tents, creating great blankets of warmth among the large space. There were so many Litchen surrounding the path that they were being carried through, that the carriers had to bash and bludgeon their way through the sea of Masks and arms, Nero could hear music close by, the sound of powerful voices crying ritualistically "VAAKO-VOLLUKAR, VAAKO-VOLLUKAR MI'KLIK VILIS! VARGULT, VARGULT TILUK'KILIT!" heavy drums banging harshly, thick throaty hums that curled in the chorus of voices, Nero knew that they were taking him somewhere important... He just didn't know where, no matter, all He had to do was stay calm and stick to the plan, which He did as the voices scream filled the sky "VAAKO-VOLLUKAR, VAAKO-VOLLUKAR MI'KLIK VILIS! VARGULT, VARGULT TILUK'KILIT!"

They eventually came to a structure that stretched high into the sky, for the group climbed many steep steps, Nero's body shaking weakly as He ascended... only, since they were in single file, He could see the Silver-haired Tribe's woman who carried Griffin's face, or her mask to be more accurate, She was looking back up at him, Her mahogany coloured eyes considering him with what He thought might be sadness before she turned her head away from him. But that was hardly the only thing of interest, Nero's eyes widened as He realised that He could see Griffin's... ass, she was slung over the silver-haired Tribeswoman's shoulder after all, and apparently, they had neglected to provide Griffin with any other... coverings, than just her rags, and so Nero stared momentarily at Griffin's cherry red pussy, her lips wide and slightly stubbled where she had obviously not shaved, apart from being happy (for whatever reason) that she possed a Vagina, He found himself wondering on why these aliens were so... humanoid, he had at least the small suspicion that life on other worlds existed sure, but these guys were very human, save for some very peculiar differences... God Griffin had a nice ass, a finer bubble butt He had never seen, literally, considering that Adele's was the only one that He'd seen.

Nero received another, although much lighter slap from the Silver Haired Litchen, noticing Her glaring at him as she pulled down Griffin's Rags to protect her Snatch from prying eyes "Hey, what are You doing, My breasts are gonna fall out if You do that!" He heard Griffin complain, but no one answered, for they had reached the tall, tower-like structures top, where Nero felt the Litchen carrying him, shift to set him down.

Nero was tossed to the ground, landing hard only for a moment, before one of the Litchen women, grabbed him and pulled him to his feet as they yelled at him. Nero looked around, on the wide, flat roof of the spire and knew that He had to be careful.

This place was very lavish compared to the tents bellow, many tall arches gleamed with shiny golden metals, soft-looking furs and gleaming gems that shone brightly in a rainbow of different colours across space, Many more Tribewomen and some much smaller Litchen men, we're standing here, much more well kemp than the Litchen below, hair braided, metal plates and fine pelts draped across them, some were tall and strong, just like the Braided Litchen. Stange creature sat by the Litchen, one a dog-sized, pitch-black cat that stared at Nero with his cold blue eyes. What looked like fruit was being held in stone bowls by the Male Litchen, others carried decorated jugs, while others were on all fours, prostrated at a particular Litchen woman who was clearly at the summit of it all.

Sat in a jagged Thron of rock, was the Tallest of them all, a Litchen woman, who wore what looked like a Fur bikini, although over her shoulders was a mantle of leather that had shiny metals and stone sewn into them, Her Mask was wide and tall, depicting a soft carved visage that was pleasing to the eye, also etched with strange markings and bright Green gems, She had a body like a supermodel, though Her blood-orange skin covered almost completely in smooth patterned tattoos that started from her feet and continued up to her collarbone.

Nero realised that She was looking at him, with Her eyes that were so dark they they almost looked Black, He looked at Her hair which was so long that is touched the floor, the half on her left side, long and silky Silver, the otherwise, Crimson and braided, Nero knew that this one was very important to the others, just by the way that they bowed, and how many other warriors tightened their grip on their spears as they saw him, but it was none of these things that caught Nero's attention... the thing that caught Nero's eye, was the Tattoo marks on her left arm, One of them, a symbol surrounded by a spiralling circle, burning a gentle red as the Litchen behind Nero, poked him painfully in the back to make him move forward.

"Who is she?" Nero whispered to Griffin, who was walking beside him and trying to shift her rags so that they covered her proportions more appropriately "The Cheif, has to be." Said Griffin, who's eyes narrowed as she nudged Nero lightly "Look, she's the reason that we feel so weak, must be One Hell of a practised Leecher-Owch!" Griffin said as one of the Litchen poked her harshly to both quite her and make her move forward.

Just as Nero and Griffin stopped just in front of the Cheif's throne, being **** to the ground by the guards behind them, the Silver-haired Litchen girl rushed forward, taking the Cheif's hand and making her fingertips run through her ivory hair, The Cheif obliged, her eyes warming to the sight of the Girl, rolling her hair in her long fingers, before looking upon the Warrior Litchen with the Red braided hair, The Cheif and the Warrior locked their forearms in a much more stern greeting, before both two stood by her side, the silver Girl on the silver side and the Red braided warrior on the braided side.

"Kalik hashagarn u'rik Vaako-Vullukar, Parr'rica ilse?" The Cheif spoke, leaning Her head towards the Warrior, who Nero had guessed was one of her daughters

"Pollos U'rik molok." The Warrior said in her fierce tone, pointing at Nero in a way that made him wince slightly

"Do You understand what they are saying?" Nero asked, Griffin in a whisper, Griffin shook her head

"No one has ever been able to learn Litch Tongue." She whispered as the Cheif arose from her seat, Nero frowned "How the hell are You supposed to negotiate when You can't understand them, can't You just do that language mind thing You and Calliope did with me?" He asked hastily, as the Cheif approached, walking on her long powerful legs

"Are You kidding me, I'm not nearly strong enough to use My powers, not to mention the amount it would take to learn that much in one go-" Griffin linked back slightly as a guard went to hit her again, this time, however, the Cheif raised a hand, preventing Her from doing so.

The Cheif knelt down in front of Griffin and began to survey Her, first sniffing at her, then gently touching her face, running her fingers around her horns and the carvings in them, then venturing down to her chest, Nero watched as the Cheif carefully pulled down her rags a little "H-Hey, easy there!" Griffin said, but the Cheif ignored, a little more of Griffin's cleavage exposed... Nero paused, Griffin had another tattoo there, just above her heart, a small Bright red circle, accept this one looked more like brand then a Tattoo if He looked at it closely "Getting a good look there?" Griffin growled, Nero saw her flushed angry face, quickly looking away with embarrassment.

The Cheif turned her eyes to Nero next, though the Silver-haired girl called out "Kaazu caas Mitik Bollut?" She said The Braided Warrior growled disapprovingly, but the Cheif paid no mind, shifting over to Nero and kneeling in front of him.

She smelt faintly of Oranges, or something citrusy, Her eyes looked upon him with great consideration as she smelled him, then touched the fabric of his tattered shirt with curiosity, she did the same with his face, touching cheeks, feeling his shin and running her thumb across his lips, she felt at his horns, touching among the ridges before her eyes thinned "Avuk pagol?" She said, the Braided warrior answered: "Do."

The Cheif's hand ventured down, touching his thigh and sliding up, where she grasped briefly at his groin "Oh, okay, alright." He exclaimed caught a little off guard as her fingers felt at his dick, which began to rise into a half chub, The Cheif's eyes widened slightly before she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it down, she seemed dissatisfied, nothing was there... no red brand like Griffin had, humming thoughtfully, she clicked her fingers once at one of the guards and Nero felt the Rope around his loosen and fall away, He looked to Griffin who gave that same smile "Do nothing."

The Cheif pulled him to His feet, before speaking "C'fes, ulse Mikira." She said, clearly talking to him now, He raised an eyebrow at Her, Her eyes narrowed again "A-Arum." she said, with little confidence, He tilted his head _"She's trying to speak Latin?" _He thought She cleared her throat "A-Aaaa... Arm." She managed to say, tapping her own bicep, He followed the plan, did nothing but showed no hostility, the Cheif sighed, taking his left arm and holding it out so that she could see it.

Observing the Two tattoo's that were etched onto his skin, she cooed lightly "Gojat... ooooh, M-Mitria... Mysteria?" She said, tapping the tattoos on his arm, He cringed unsure of what to say, if she'd understand

"Yes, Mysteria." Griffin quickly said, nodding to herself and Nero, The Cheif nodded, pausing to think for a moment. "Bajarineh, Tojat. Fioremika, Gojat." Said the Cheif, gesturing to the two of You.

Immediately the Braided woman moved forward, grabbing Griffin and hoisting Her up again, Nero tensed, "Hey, were are You taking her!?" He said every warrior pointed their spears at his throat, halting him, The Cheif looked furious

"Fyore'ka, Balla Gojat!" She growled each spear lifted immediately, And the Braided Warrior paused

"It's alright, I'll be fine. Forget about the Plan, by the way, Find a way to get us out of here!" Griffin Yelled as the Cheif waved them off, Nero grimaced, that sure was a lot of pressure, it was making his instinct stir, it was getting a little much to handle now...

"Hila, Gojat..." said a soft voice, Nero looked to his side, to see the Silver-haired Litchen, tugging at his arm, He raised an eyebrow, "You... want me to go with You?" He asked The Silver-haired girl looked to the Cheif

"G-Gala.. Mila?" She asked the Cheif waved her off "Jarni, Fioremika." She replied The Girl nodded, tugging Nero along so that He followed, her smooth fingers clutching him hard as they descended the tall spire, leaving the Cheif behind, Griffin carted somewhere and with this Silver haired girl, pulling him down the stairs of the spire.