Tessia selects a man for the night.

The tribe enjoyed a hearty dinner of fruits and fish, bread and wine. The women stopped dancing to join the men in the meal in the center of a trio of large fires. Except for Ania, who ate her dinner chained by the collar to a thick post beside Tessia's throne. Tessia would deliberately mistreat Ania, herself, but the child growing in her womb entitled her to a proper diet of nourishing food rather than the mere scraps she'd eaten in the weeks before her first pregnancy for the tribe. She ate in silence. Always under guard, even during the meal.

Tessia made it a point to impress upon the guards the important nature of their duty. Ania may have been a broken ****, but she was always to be regarded as a potential threat. Anyone showing the woman kindness would be reported to Tessia immediately and potentially exiled from the tribe. She spent her nights in an open cage where anyone could see her. No one was ever given any chance to be alone with her, ever. The constant scrutiny would make sure she never so much as dared to hope to one day be free and ensured she would remain submissive forever.

As the fully sun set and the meal drew to a close, Tessia looked over the men in search of a bedmate for the night. The men used to make grand shows for her to encourage her to select them, but that had always irritated Tessia and she had put a stop to it. They all knew very well what she was doing, but anyone who seemed too eager would be passed over. Her selection process was seemingly random, never showing too much preference for any one man and enjoying a variety of companions from day to day.

Tessia rose and the tribe grew silent as she moved among them. As she passed by one woman, she trailed her fingers over her very full belly, her child due to be delivered any day. She kissed the woman's forehead and then tipped her head back to kiss her soft lips. The woman moaned softly and smiled. It was a great honor to receive such open affection from their goddess in front of everyone. Tessia always honored the tribe's mothers, and the tribe held them in high esteem for it.

But the shaman never took the women to bed. She saw the appeal of the female form, certainly, and occasionally even found herself deeply attracted to one or the other of them, but they all deserved their rest at night and Tessia could be very demanding in her personal hut. Besides, Tessia enjoyed the soft caress of warm tongues several times a day. When she took a partner to bed, she wanted something hard to put between her legs.

She stopped walking where a small cluster of men had been chatting. They were all farmers who had helped grow much of the food they'd all enjoyed that night. One of them caught her eye and the fire in her loins warmed as she looked over his form.

He was young among the men, having only come of age a few seasons before. Probably about nineteen or twenty, but he was built like a proper man; tall and covered in lean muscle from an active life of work and play on the islands. His dark hair was shaggy to his shoulders and his stubbled face youthful enough to be almost pretty but rugged and masculine.

"Corren. Join me tonight." She said sweetly, but it was not a suggestion of an invitation. It was a command. Tessia would have any man she wanted whether they wanted to bed her or not. To date, none had ever refused her, but she wouldn't let it stop her if they did.

The men around Corren cheered and slapped his shoulders as he grinned sheepishly and stood before his chieftess. Tessia was not a short woman and she enjoyed the natural authority her height seemed to give her, but she privately enjoyed the fact that Corren's eyes were a whole hand above her own. Being a **** of nature in human form was all well and good, but some nights Tessia enjoyed feeling like a woman when she was with a man.

Tonight was one of those nights.

As he stood before her, tall and proud like a soldier, she wrapped her arms around his middle, slipping her slender arms under his muscled ones, and looked up at him with a flirtatious gleam in her eyes before rising on her toes and kissing him full on the mouth.

He returned the kiss with passion, grabbing Tessia firmly around the waist and pulling her body against his own. That was a good sign; she disliked it when the men were too timid or gentle with her. As full of Power as she was, if the whole lot of them could somehow work in concert to swing a tree at her they'd probably fail to injure her, and with the mood she was in, she wasn't interested in gentle. She was glad Corren wasn't going to be a timid boy for her when she wanted a man.

The group cheered again and Tessia spun in his arms, placing her own arms over his own around her waist to address the other farmers. Corren didn't hesitate to press his erection against her ass and Tessia grinned as she spoke. She hadn't taken him to bed before, but he definitely seemed to know just what privileges he was afforded as her chosen bedmate. It amused her how much the men must have talked about her where she couldn't hear. She didn't mind; mostly their collective lust for her amused her.

"Corren will not be available for his early morning tasks. Which of you will fill in for him?"

Several of the men spoke up. Whether eager to show her their work ethic or just wanting to feel somehow involved in Corren's bedding of their shaman, Tessia couldn't know. It didn't matter. "Glad to hear it. Expect him to be returned to you at breakfast."

Corren lowered his head to kiss Tessia's neck and she shivered with delight. It felt really nice to let her hair down at night and just enjoy her life among her tribe. Some shaman were very stuffy all the time. Tessia had tried to strike a balance.

"Not breakfast. Lunch." She brushed him away gently and regained her composure. "You are all a great credit to our tribe. May the earth continue to offer you her gifts, as you offer us yours."

They cheered in response and Tessia led her chosen male towards her private hut, positioned behind her throne. Ania had already been moved to her cage where the whole tribe could see her and she them. Someone took up an instrument and began to play music, and several of the men joined in singing, but Tessia was already thinking about getting Corren out of his clothes.