Yvette - I - A futa from a tribe

Deep in the rainforests of the Amazon are a tribe of futas, secluded away from the world. From the day they are born, they are raised to thrive in one of the most dangerous places in the forest, and, once old enough, expected to breed, sometimes, even hunt the tribes of other women to mate with. All futas from the tribe possess a large cock, large enough to penetrate their wombs.

Yvette was born among this tribe as a futa, grown up to be tall, with long and wild hair, and a source of constant trouble and excitement. She possessed a well built figure, as expected of someone living as a hunter, but compared to most of her, she was average. What she lacked in strength, she gave with charm, boldness, and a perceptive eye. In her youth, she was rowdy and daring, chasing both her hunt and many women, giving her a quite the reputation. She chose to be a hunter when she demonstrated her ability to track animals and climb tress, finding and sensing animals where others normally couldn't.

Yvette was born from one of the chieftess's own harem, although hardly mattering, as she was one of the youngest born from the harem. The law of the tribe dictated the eldest is groomed to lead and can lay claim to any women - be it a **** or their own - for her to breed with, a role which also may be given to women, provided they give birth to a futa and can satiate the lust of a harem of futa. No simple task, as futa possessed an incredible sex drive, and the mating ritual needed to create a pure female leader often lasted all night, but any women up to the challenge was recognized as gifted and believed they are capable of leading.

Despite such one-sided hereditary power, this was accepted among the tribe. The futa population was miniscule compared to the female gender among them, especially the tribeswomen: 3 for every 1 futa. It was expected that every futa must marry and breed with at least 2 women, of course that didn't stop every futa from mating with as many women as possible. No, it was a necessity. To give birth to a futa was a tall demand among women as many could only produce girls. Those that succeeded in bringing a futa were worshipped, and sometimes given special treatment, even leadership roles which could dictate the course of the tribe.

Given the vast number of women and marriage proposals that fly throughout the year ('proposals' are made when a futa, once they come of age, mate with a woman or a futa), it was decided that a day of celebration out of the year would be dedicated to finalizing all marriages. A festival so grand, it became the dream of everyone in the tribe to participate. On that day, when spring reaches its peak and the food is gathered, they celebrate all the lucky lovers and parade everyone through the village, dressed in gorgeous garments and charms, many women walk with bellies grown with babies, or children in arms, while the futa dance, perform shows, or brawl in wrestling circles, often intended to show off to the delight of their female spectators. Spectacles and parades, gifts of wooden crafts and charms, feasts so grand and delectable, other friendly tribes would gift their own food and, on occasion, their concubines as a show of favor. Those concubines were usually made to dance for the pleasure of all. But the real celebration bbean at night.

When the day festivities die down, the ceremony of love begins. Futas are, by their nature, incredibly virile and their cum, while potent, carries an exorbitant burden in their balls, which is often problematic. On this night, the women (those that are either newly pregnant, slaves, concubines, or those who are pregnant and married) are given freely to all futa. This was done without consequence as the only rule was that women of the tribe had to be pregnant with their original lover, and could see other futa without problem. The night rang with the sound of howls and roars of pleasure and delight-filled screams and carried through until the morning light.

The roles of each tribes-member varied, but the expectation was the same: to survive and breed. Many women could be expected to pick up a bow or sword and fight alongside their fellow futas, while the futa at home built homes for their harem and cook for their wives who were soon to give birth. In the jungle, surviving was no guarantee. Disease, rival tribes, unsuccessful hunts dropped the tribe's number, but through the ages, they managed with that they could.

Through trial and tribulation, Yvette succeeded as a hunter, becoming a recognized hero for her hunting skills, tracking captured women from rival tribes, and, of course, her capacity to swoon women. When she had come of age, she had her first lover, Daiane, her partner in hunting. It was during the cold months of fall when the two were hunting they found their love for each other.

After bringing back a mighty panther that nearly killed Yvette, scarring her shoulder and leaving her bedridden for days, Daiane rode her new lover's cock, penetrating her cherry and cumming gallons into her womb. The sensation of their mating drove the two into a frenzy, intertwining on the carpet floor and screaming at the top of their lungs for all to hear. By the end of it, Daiane was left so much cum inside her, her belly bulged, making her appear several months pregnant. Several concubines nearby entered their yurt to lick away the dripping cum that leaked from Daiane's freshly bred womb, as well as Yvette's stiff cock, congratulating them on their love.

By the time of the ceremony, Daiane's was six months into her pregnancy. The two marched together through the village, hailing their friends and family in their tailor-made wear, feasting on freshly cooked animals and ripened nuts, and Yvette showed off her hunting skills by shooting several birds in quick succession. By nightfall, Yvette got to enjoy the wonders that she had dreamed about the ceremony of love.

All the tribeswomen lined up before them, just as Yvette had beside her futa sisters. In the next several hours, Yvette was servicing other women, while they played and bounced on her cock, licking her nipples, and kissed her passionately. She would sometimes ride a concubine alone, before another futa came in and used the her mouth, the two futas using the pregnant tramp for their own pleasure until they released load after load inside of her. Several other women pulled Yvette away and simultaneously serviced her cock, one of whom was Daiane, licking at her bare pussy while the others brought her to the brink of climax and showered the girls in her cum.

Everything had gone well for Yvette, a dream unlike any other fulfilled. But that event had been the last thing good thing for her.

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In recent months, the futa population has dwindled, leading to a growing concern among the tribe their people are dying away. Frequent attacks dropped their numbers further, and women were only giving birth to more girls. The growing fear was the futa themselves were beginning to become weaker. While finding wives wouldn't have been a problem, there was breakdown in the social order, and the fear the women themselves aren't able to produce futas as well. To make matters worse, the newly coronated chieftess, Otrera, pure female and half-sister of Yvette, had been ordering for designated mating sessions, limitations on sex, and matching futas with other females in order to attempt the revitalization of the futa population. Even worse, an argument broke out between her anf Yvette, as several of Yvette's prospects were tskrn away under her new policy, even going so far as to attempt coerce Daiane away from Yvette after the child would be born. While the law permitted it, few were inclined to follow through on her demands. Yvette, above all others, was furious.

Dishonored by her chieftess, her harem taken away, along with her future, she decided to leave and build her own tribe, an act which wasn't uncommon as several smaller tribes were futa based. But Yvette wanted nowhere near her old tribe, someplace far away where she could rebuild. She had heard rumors of many interesting places in the world, whole 'tribes' that live in tall structures, living in communities within the millions located in one place.

It was with difficult determination that Yvette made the choice to leave, taking Daiane with her, saying her farewells, as many of her old friends and family wished her luck, praying for both their luck and healthy family. The two began their hard journey.

As they travelled, they learned about the world, adapting their lives, learning their languages and the ways of the modern world, seeing the ocean for the first time, new biomes, people, and ways of living she never thought possible. The world presented so many possibilities, and each new journey opened her eyes to something astonishing and unique.

After several years of exploring and working, travelling and adapting to a whole new world, Yvette made the decision to settle down and finally begin the life role she was set on fulfilling. Her family settled in the city, the name of which was always too obscure for Yvette to pronounce. Her impressive build made her quite the attraction and was able to make her living as a body builder and trainer. Once she was trained for the role, learned to setup her own business, and accommodate wealth (a few tips from her time with merchants and buyers), she finally found the time to spend a few well-earned days off with her two daughters and Yvette, pregnant with their third child.