With tears of joy and a plan to meet the newcomer.

Daiane hugged her Yvette tightly. She could feel her wife's grip has not softened since they left their home in the Amazon's.

"Oh, my dear Yvette, I am so happy!" Daiane jumped with excitement. "You will finally have a another wife!" She looked up, praying and mouthing 'thank you' over and over.

"It was a chance meeting. I am unsure if she will be committed to marriage," Yvette held a thoughtful pose. "The women of these lands don't share partners."

But Daiane was undeterred. "She will come. If she passed out after you two mated, then she will find no one who can grant her such pleasure. We must plan a meeting, a dinner. Women here seem to like restaurants."

"How will she accept me having a wife already?" Yvette interrupted.

Quick as ever, Daiane had an answer for that. "I will show what a woman of the Amazon can do in the ways of pleasure," And Daiane posed with two fingers on either side of her mouth and licked her lips. It had become apparent the type of 'meeting' Daiane had planned.

After further discussion, Yvette relented to her wife's plan. The fear was that perhaps Rose was not interested in a full commitment. Yvette has spoken and worked with people, having been told and even done research on the mating rituals of the land. Many women seem to like these 'one night stands' as she saw online, without ever committing themselves to a real relationship. While Daiane might have the ways of their people at heart, Yvette worried herself with all her research and findings of the common individual. Nevertheless, Rose is pregnant, from what all the doctors have told in Yvette. In their surprise, they indulge information regardinh the vast amount of sperm has no latency from the time of cumming to the time of pregnancy. No after morning pill was stopping motherhood. The worse that can happen to Yvette was Rose leaves to raise the new life within her.

...

During the end of her shift, Yvette received an email through her work desk. Rose had asked about Yvette from the gym she was kicked out - Yvette had formally apologized and was allowed back in - and got ahold of her work email. It was with delight that Rose did wish to see Yvette again, even sending a nude photo of herself for Yvette's pleasure.

The two spoke for a time. While the work hour has long since passed, the two continued to discuss, and Rose even accepted Daiane's invitation, curious to know how a woman can even manage to take such a cock like Yvette's without losing their mind.

...

Daiane waited in the hotel restaurant in her well-fitted draped dress. She got the occassional odd stare from those around her, and she was never sure if it was due to her origin, her appearance, or the obvious motherly labor that pushed out in her belly. Daiane had many years to learn of fashion when she and Yvette traveled the world and was confident that her appearance was adequate.

Rose walked in and Daiane spotted her immediately, standing up and inviting her over. Rose wore a spring loose dress with flower patterns, a bit less formal, but she never expected to come to a place this fancy.

"You look beautiful," Daiane said with a smile.

"And you look divine," Rose said. Her eyes lowered to see the seven months of work Daiane had to carry around whom raised her hands from their eager grip and rested them on her stomach. 'And she has more kids?' She thought to herself. 'All from that monster of a cock.'

Daiane noted where her eyes were peering at, then noticing her hands were crossing over her stomach. A glancing smirk shown her face. "You must be hungry. Come," Daiane took one of Rose's hands, lead her to the table, a seated her. She did not pick up the menu until Rose did.

"Where is Yvette?" Rose asks.

"She as a a room, but I was eager to meet you myself," Daiane sips her cool glass of water while keeping eye contact.

The two ordered their meals, and then spoke for a time about each other. Daiane found the life of Rose to be somewhat intriguing. She was more fond of the stories of her work in I.T. and how technology touched the lives of everyone in the city, to the point it is a necessity of life.

Rose on the other hand was blown away by the lifestyle of hearing someone been raised in a jungle, free of all societal comforts. The monetary problems of life seemed to slip away in the harsh conditions of jungle. The culture that comes with living among a small tribe was fascinating as Daiane could name each of those she once called friends, and, of course, the topic of child making, which Daiane whispered for sake of publicity, and just as she calculated, Rose leaned in with interest.

When the meal arrived, Daiane made sure to switch the topic over to something appetizing, but through their meal, Rose insisted on questioning her of surviving while pregnant, while also managing to satisfy those who needed release. To which Daiane winked. She removed her foot from her low-heels and raised her foot to massage the inside of Rose's leg, hidden beneath the red tablecloth.

"I can certainly show you how we 'relieve' such woes," Daiane winked, before returning her foot back into the shoe.

Dinner and onward resumed with various topics. With their beverages loosening Rose's lips, it wasn't long before she caught herself slipping an inappropriate remark out loud, and the nearest guests glanced at her. Rose hid her face in embarassment. This was the moment that Daiane decided to close in and whisper to her.

"Maybe we can take this moment somewhere more private?" Daiane says.

With a simple nod, Rose takes Daiane's hand, allowing herself to be lead away by the stronger, pregnant tribeswoman.

...

Yvette was waiting nine floors above with a nice view of the city, ignoring the pocket of buildings that surrounded the hotel from their room. A descent view of the park below was pleasant and helped calm Yvette's nerve. 'This was still a crazy plan.' She thought, scrarching the itchy clothes on her. 'How did I let Daiane talk me into this?'

There was a clicking of the door attempted to be opened. That was Daiane giving her a signal and Yvette stood up to got into position. Daiane and Rose walked in to a dim-lit room, where the color black was everywhere. A few candles were lit aeound the bed and a row of airline guide-lights from the corners of the room provided just enough light to see. While the curtains were closed, they were partially see through, providing enough of a sight without disturbing the setting.

And of course, to complete the scene, Yvette stepped out, revealing herself in a costume that represented something she wore in the jungle. Not quite exact, being of a more envisioned style rather than practical, but the costume did accentuate certain features of Yvette's body, including her large cock which had been hard for the last several hours. The material itself on her skin was far from natural, seemingly closer to a child's halloween outfit and just as cheap, but the dim light helped hide many of the apparent flaws, instead giving both Rose and Daiane something else to study.

"Oh. Don't you look wild?" Daiane chuckled, having planned this whole event, including the costume, she was quite pride of herself. Yvette wanted to roll her eyes, but didn't. As part of the plan, she was meant to appear 'hungry,' wild, with a certain calm fixture and a focused gaze of her pray, and she looked down at the seemingly tiny Rose, as if ready to pounce her, and the fact the lights hid her blushing complexion and no more to reveal her embarassment, Daiane was content that everything was going accordingly.

Rose on the other hand, looked for one second, and burst out laughing. Yvette blushed, but against her instinct to collapse in on herself, stuck to Daiane's plan. She did not smile, although her lips tightened when Rose wasn't looking. She stood tall, and she powered through the shame, and when she did, her cock felt harder than ever.

Once Rose's hysteria ceased, her prominent attention turned to Yvette's overburdened shaft. Now, it was she who was embarassed. Rose is once more staring at the beast who reached further than anything or anyone before. She thought she might look upon it once more, ready herself, but the very sight of it made her waver. She lingered on that memorry, both pain and its overwhelming pleasure. She didn't know who possessed her then, but it was her, like she was lost to her animalistic pleasures.

Rose gripped at her dress, gripping it tightly. No amount of self-control could stop her mouth from watering...or her cunt, which leaked onto the floor, visible with the corner string of lights that glistened and exposed her to both Daiane and Yvette's watchful eye.

Daiane hugged Rose, and whispered in her ear. "A beast is watching you and I."

Rose's breath heaved sharply.

"She needs to be tamed," Daiane continued. "But but I can't do it alone."

Rose looked at her with embarrassment, seemingly paralyzed. Daiane leans and presses her lips against the red haired beauty. At first, she pulls away, but Daiane held her shoulders. Rose was once again reminded of their tribes strong physique, or perhaps she didn't truly desire to leave and allowed Daiane to press into her lips. She wasn't just strong, she was careful, and feeling the pregnant tribeswoman body against hers while their lips pressed against one another, and the combined sensation of lust and thirst for satiation, Rose gave in.