The four escorts nodded, glanced curiously at me for a moment, then quickly stepped back out into the raging blizzard. Rikaru rose and helped secure the grass curtain behind them, sealing the warmth inside once more.

The older woman turned fully toward me, her massive breasts swaying heavily under her cloak. Snow still clung to her white hair and shoulders, slowly melting from the heat of the fire. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"So..." she said, her voice rich and smoky, "you must be the young stranger my daughter-in-law has already taken an interest in." Her eyes flicked down to my cock again without any shame. "And quite a fine specimen you are."

Andy smiled proudly and moved to stand beside her. "Mother, this is Dexter. He sought shelter from the storm. He’s a hunter."

The Shaman woman stepped closer, her presence overwhelming. Up close, I could smell faint herbs, smoke, and the unmistakable feminine scent of a woman who was still very much in her prime. Her enormous tits looked even bigger from this distance, barely contained by her cloak, while her wide hips and massive ass made her look like a fertility idol brought to life.

"I am Nara," she introduced herself, her tattooed hand reaching out to touch my fur cloak, her fingers tracing the texture of the hide with deliberate slowness, much like Andy had earlier.

"Shaman of the Snow Wolf tribe... and matriarch of this family." Her voice was deep, commanding, yet smooth like honeyed wine, and her eyes sparkled with intelligence and hunger as she studied me openly, unapologetically.

"The spirits whispered something about a powerful outsider arriving tonight," she murmured, her gaze flickering between my eyes and my cock. "I see they were correct." There was a hint of amusement in her tone, as if she already knew more about me than I knew about myself.

I noticed then that her body looked young—just like Andy’s. Her skin was smooth and firm, and her muscles were toned beneath the layer of softness. The tattoos on her body were not an illusion—they truly glowed, the runes pulsing with a soft, ethereal light, like embers in the darkness. It was mesmerizing, and I couldn’t look away.

Nara noticed me staring at her tattoos, and a small, knowing smile played on her lips. "These tattoos are a gift from our ancestors," she explained, her voice rich with reverence.

"They are not merely ink on skin—they are the markings of power, the signs of wisdom passed down through generations." She traced one of the runes on her arm, and the glow intensified for a moment, as if responding to her touch. "They allow me to see beyond the veil... to read the whispers of the spirits... and to guide my people."

I nodded, impressed by the mysticism surrounding her. "They’re beautiful," I said, my voice low, huskier than I intended. The scent of her—herbs, smoke, and the musk of a woman who knew her worth—was overwhelming, and my cock twitched again, aching to be inside her.

Nara’s smile deepened, and she turned to Haru and Dagu, her voice softening as she spoke to them. "I got you something to eat... from our tribe." She reached into a woven pouch at her waist and pulled out a handful of strange, glowing fruits—round and plump, their skins shimmering like polished gemstones in the firelight.

"See this? This is the Moonberry—a fruit that grows only in the sacred groves of our tribe." She held one up, the light from the fruit casting dancing shadows on her face. "It is rare... and it gives strength to those who eat it."

Haru and Dagu’s eyes widened with excitement, and they stepped forward eagerly. "Thank you, Grandma!" Haru said, grinning as he took a fruit from her hand. Dagu nodded enthusiastically, already peeling the skin with his teeth.

Nara chuckled softly, the sound warm and rich, like a melody from another time. "Eat them all," she urged, her eyes flickering back to me with a hint of mischief. "You’ll need your strength for the days ahead."

As the boys began to eat, their faces lighting up with delight, Nara turned back to me, her presence filling the space between us. "And you, Dexter..." she murmured, her voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. "What brings a man like you to our cave? The spirits say you are not here by accident."

I held her gaze, feeling the weight of her words. "Maybe the spirits are right," I replied, my voice steady. "Or maybe I just got lucky."

Nara laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Luck has nothing to do with it," she said, her fingers brushing against my arm, her touch electric.

"The spirits guide those who are meant to find us. And you, Dexter..." She leaned in slightly, her massive tits nearly brushing against my chest, her breath warm against my ear. "You are meant to be here."

Andy, still standing beside Nara, her massive tits swaying with every breath, her nipples hard and pointed beneath the loose hide, turned to her mother-in-law with a wicked glint in her eyes. She gestured toward my cock, which was still throbbing, glistening with precum, the smooth head shining in the firelight like a polished stone.

"Mother..." she purred, her voice low and husky, "look at Dexter’s cock. It’s nothing like Rikaru’s... or Dagu’s... or Haru’s." Her fingers twitched at her sides, as if she were resisting the urge to grab me again. "It’s smooth... clean... like it was made for pleasure."

Nara’s dark eyes followed Andy’s gaze, locking onto my erection with unabashed hunger. The firelight flickered across her tattooed face as she leaned in, her massive tits brushing against my arm, the heat of her body radiating toward me. "Ohhh..." she moaned softly, her voice thick with lust.

"It is different..." Her fingers traced the air near my cock, as if she were sensing its energy, her glowing tattoos pulsing faintly in response. "So thick... so smooth..." She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them. "I can already tell it would stretch a woman so good..."

Andy smiled, her lips parting as she repeated the story I had told her earlier, her voice dripping with filthy fascination.

"He told me his grandfather was a great healer in his tribe. When Dexter was a boy, his grandfather cut the extra skin from his cock." She reached out, her fingers brushing against my cock, her touch light but electric.

"He said it would make women feel so much better when it slides inside them... that the bare head would rub against their walls more directly... give them stronger pleasure... deeper pleasure..." Her grip tightened, her thumb swiping over the smooth head, smearing the precum across the sensitive skin.

Nara nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving my cock. Then, suddenly, she closed her eyes, and I watched as a pulse of blue light flashed through her tattoos, illuminating the runes like veins of lightning beneath her skin.

The cave dimmed for a moment, as if the fire itself had paused to witness her vision. When she opened her eyes again, they gleamed with ancient knowing, and a slow, approving smile spread across her lips.

"He is telling the truth," she declared, her voice rich with conviction. "A cock like this..." She reached out, her fingers hovering just inches from my cock, the heat of her hand radiating toward me.