—What am I doing, for heaven's sake?! How can I be taking advantage of this young man?! I must be going crazy! —Manaia covered her face, pacing the room in desperation.
Her reactions were too cute not to watch, so I couldn't resist playing a little prank on her.
—What a delicious dinner you were eating! Don't you want some more?
She stared at me intently, as if she had seen a ghost or the demon king himself, her breath ragged and her mouth slightly open, glistening with saliva. A drop of my pleasure trickled down her chin, shining under the hut's dim light.
I couldn't help but let out a chuckle, a husky laugh that came from my chest and echoed in the small hut. It was an honest laugh, pure amusement at the MILF's very human and embarrassed reaction. She had caught me by surprise, but now it was my turn to enjoy the show.
Manaia jumped at the sound of my laughter. Her eyes widened even further, and she took a small hop backward, stumbling over her own feet, landing on her butt in the sandy floor. It was clear she didn't expect me to be awake, let alone for me to laugh at her while catching her red-handed. The shame was almost palpable in the air, and I found her even sexier like that, all red and embarrassed.
—By the gods! —Manaia exclaimed, bringing her hands to her mouth, shame coloring her face an even deeper red, spreading down her neck and across her chest. She covered herself with her arms as if she had been caught stealing a pig, or worse, as if she had been caught enjoying something very forbidden and delicious.
Still chuckling softly, I tried to speak.
—You don't have to be ashamed. Seriously, I really enjoyed dinner. It was... delicious. Truly. —My voice was a little hoarse from the erection, but full of humor and sincere satisfaction.
The matriarch narrowed her eyes at me, trying to regain some of her lost dignity. Her gaze was a mixture of fury, but I could also see a hint of lust she couldn't hide, gleaming in her eyes like embers.
—Shut up, pervert! I was just trying to... clean your wounds! —she said, though her tone wasn't very convincing. She adjusted her clothes with brusque movements, avoiding my gaze, though her eyes kept darting to my member, which remained erect and ready for action.
I shrugged, a mischievous, brazen smile on my face.
—Right, right... "cleaning my wounds" with your mouth. I really like that healing method. In fact, I think I'm ready for a second "dose," just in case it wasn't thoroughly cleaned. —I said, shifting my hips slightly so my still-erect member became more noticeable, like a brazen invitation she couldn't ignore.
Manaia scoffed, but I could see a small, barely perceptible smile form on her lips. Despite the embarrassment, she couldn't help but feel a little flattered by my impudence. I was different from all the men she had known, and that seemed to please her.
—Don't even dream of it! —she said, trying to sound firm, though her voice still held a slight tremor. She sat down at a prudent distance, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to look serious, though her fixed gaze on my penis didn't show much seriousness. —We need to talk. There are things I don't understand about your arrival here, and you're the only one who can explain them.
I nodded, my smile softening, though mischief still gleamed in my eyes. I knew the moment of truth had arrived. The atmosphere shifted from the lewd to the intriguing, but I knew the sexual tension was still there, latent between us.
—Alright. Ask whatever you want. I suppose I owe you an explanation... and maybe something more, for "breakfast." By the way, before that, what happened? Is everyone alright? I hope the goblins haven't returned.
Manaia rolled her eyes, but no longer in anger, but with a mixture of resignation, curiosity, and a spark of desire. She was deeply moved. Despite my own wounds and being on the verge of death, I showed genuine concern for the village's safety.
—Yes, young man. Everyone is safe, —she replied with a soft smile. —The remaining goblins fled in terror upon seeing their leader's death. They won't return for a while, at least I hope not.
An awkward silence settled between us, broken only by the soft murmur of the wind outside the hut. Manaia, with a serious expression, took a deep breath, steeling herself, and finally spoke:
—I know it's rude of me, especially to our savior, but it's my responsibility as leader of the White Tail Deer Tribe to protect everyone here. I must ask you: Who are you? Where do you come from? How did you get here? This deserted island is surrounded by very powerful sea beasts; no one in the last hundreds of years has managed to come here.
—I don't know how I got here, —I said frankly. —I activated a magic scroll to escape. I was fleeing from King Charles III, ruler of the Soaring Dragon kingdom. I was betrayed after assassinating the Demon King. They ambushed me inside the castle. I didn't expect them to have so many magical defenses and a way to seal divine energy. In the end, they chained me in a dungeon guarded by the King's entire army, and then I appeared here.
Manaia gasped. A hero, a Demon King assassin, betrayed... the story was as incredible as the strength of the man lying before her.
—I'm sorry, —she said in a grave voice, remorse in her tone.
—It's nothing. By the way, I'm Jax Cole. I'd like to know your name, honorable lady.
—My... name is Manaia. I am the leader of the White Tail Deer clan. I apologize for distrusting someone so honorable. You can recover here, Jax. No one will bother you. If you need anything, just tell me. Accept this bow as an apology for the misunderstanding.
Manaia bowed elegantly, though with that, her large breasts, barely covered by a piece of cloth, were revealed a little, causing my little friend to rise.