Chapter 4: Smohalla's River Vision

By the mighty Columbia River, they found Smohalla, the Wanapum prophet and Dreamer, standing in traditional regalia by the water. His spiritual presence commanded respect, and when he entered the river to cleanse, his SWC (strong warrior cock) revealed itself—long, thick with cultural power, dark and veined, a symbol of ancestral strength.

The curse drove deep worship. Jade and Mia knelt in the shallow water. “This warrior cock carries the spirit of the land,” Jade whispered reverently, kissing and licking with Mia. Their lesbian energy surged—tongues tangling, hands exploring each other while worshipping the SWC.Tyler, small penis in hand, felt the SPH intensely. The women included teasing CEI: “Stroke your little one and get ready to swallow what a true warrior gives.”Smohalla's rite was slower, more visionary. He took Jade gently yet deeply, the SWC filling her with rhythmic power while Mia licked and kissed. Rotations brought lesbian scissoring, shared oral, and intense climaxes. Tyler cleaned small loads and prepared for the main event.

Smohalla's release was powerful—thick ropes of cum that the women shared messily before feeding Tyler. “Eat it, small friend. Honor the superior seed.”He gifted a dream feather. “The final guardian awaits in the heart of the nation. Uncle Sam himself on the eve of independence. Return home when the fireworks light the sky.”The group, spiritually and physically spent, felt the time pull intensify.