INGO WOMEN 5 (FUTA/FUTA/V/F/SOME SEX!)

Story by misfit446

A few more chaps I think. There will be a future and as some readers have asked, more about the kids. That is coming. All outlined. Have to be orderly. Be patient with me if you will. Those things are coming soon. Enjoy.

INGO WOMEN 5

Coming back to her family Fara related the history of the ancient Shaam. The children were rapt with the story. Brooke knew it so she walked away, leaving mother with children.

Later that night, lying together, Brooke spoke up. “The Shaam are know to be duplicitous.”

“Oh? How so?”

“I don’t have any examples. But that is what I have been taught.”

“We will be careful amongst them,” Fara announced as she rolled on top of Brooke, forcing the tiny woman’s thighs apart.

Thrusting deeply kept Brooke in violent orgasms as Fara thought of her circumstances. She needed to see the Queen. ‘Maybe we should just leave and forget all this,’ echoed about her mind as her body, driven by animal lust, kept up its rhythmic gyrations.

Brooke had since passed out. Fara, her thoughts still elsewhere decided to lie down, not completing her own pleasure. Her strong cock was dripping with precum and Brooke’s very adequate cunt coating. The tower of tube steak bounced up and down tautly with her racing heartbeat.

Tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, Fara got up quietly, moving toward the doorway of the hut. A woven fiber mat hung there, acting as a door. Carefully, Fara pulled it aside and peered into the pitch blackness of the night. A noise she knew from the last few days met her keen ears. It was the drawing of a long bow. A tight groan of the sinew seemed so loud in the silent darkness. The wood creaked menacingly.

Thinking about her children and Brooke, Fara let the mat drop closed and lie back down, unintentially rousing Brooke.

“What is it?”

“Go to sleep,” Fara answered gruffly, pulling the rough woven cloth over her wide shoulder.

At the pit fire the next day, Tlata again asked Fara for her answer.

“I agree.”

“Wonderful. Let our future commence,” the old woman gleefully announced to all around.

“That’s all there is to it? Me agreeing?”

Tlata backed away, using her arm to announce Fara to follow. They walked for many moments.

In a large clearing away from the village she clapped her hands three times. Three Shaam appeared. One with bow and arrow, one with a long knife (an ‘aort’) and the largest Shaam anyone had seen, a muscular yet lithe woman, exercising her obvious strength, limbering up her arms menacingly.

“What is this?” Fara asked, concern entering her voice.

“The three tests must be passed for you to be Shaama.”

“What tests?” Fara asked, turning toward Tlata. She heard the sinew stretching and quickly turned her head, leaving her body turned toward the elderly woman. A fortunate action for an arrow sped through the air and buried its finely honed flint edge deep into her thick shoulder.

The bow wielder swore in her language, slumping out of the area, obviously defeated.

Fara growled out, her upper arm burning with intense pain yet she only hissed her displeasure.

“Vuhi is our best archer,” Tlata announced. “She has been known to kill three enemy with just one arrow.”

“Why was I shot?”

No noise met her next whispered gasp as an obsidian blade sunk deeply into her flexed buttock.

“Stop this now,” Fara growled out.

Tlata shook her head silently and nodded her head toward Fara’s wounded side.

Fara turned and a blinding pain met her chin. Her head barely turned from the blow yet the pain shot through her entire head. Grinding her teeth angrily Fara turned toward the new threat.

“She is Qatat. It means ‘lighting’ in your language.”

Fara barely heard the babbling of the old woman for the pounding blood sluicing through her enflamed veins. With a purposeful stride she approached the muscular Shaam woman, her large form easily outclassing her opponent.

Qatat spun on her small feet, circling the huge curiosity. Without blinking she shot a foot out that connected with the buried knife hilt.

Fara couldn’t stop her primordial scream of pain if she tried. Her body, flexed in anger, now went limp. The pain was so great. Seeing an opportunity, Qatat moved in, offering a lightning barrage of kicks and punches. She whirled her thick arms to try and stop the attack.

Tears, tears never before having formed in her eyes from any physical pain ever began to well and snake down her high cheeks.

Tensing her musculature again made Qatat back away and flit about the Herculean woman in front of her.

Fara felt a warm trail worming its way down her powerful thigh. Though in incredible pain her brain was not so clouded as not to assess the situation. She knew she had to win. It was destiny. A destiny she didn’t even know about.

So with purpose she lumbered sloppily about, allowing the fighting Shaam to get at her. Though not knowing what to expect but a few ha

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