Chapter 29: Nia Desires

Since Li had returned to her mother’s home in the morning, when I left Amy I went to my own bed expecting to be alone. But not quite, Zar had plans. I found Nia waiting. She was quite ready for me, posed just like Cynthia had been at the prison, naked with her legs spread as she held her pussy lips open when I came out of the shower.

“Zar said I might have a chance to enjoy the company of my Chief’s bed tonight,” she said as I came in. “Please, bless me and my baby? I would be so appreciative.”

Well, it was a good night for it, for starters there was nobody else expecting me. In an unusual flurry of activity I had avoided the distraction of all the service girls at work. Plus, spending an hour in bed with Amy’s wonderful body had aroused some serious interest. As a tribe member Nia had the right to ask, and by tradition I could not refuse without a reason. Finally, Nia was attractive to me, so I deserved to enjoy her company.

Once we were in bed together Nia wanted to get right to it, for me to enter her, to renew her “tribal” feelings in the joining. I played along. As I slipped my cock into her body it she felt very good, she was ready and she was horny. Plus there was the unique attraction of her small frame and her Indian face, it was so easy for me to find her attractive. She gave a delightful moan as I entered and got myself comfortable moving inside her body. She encouraged me, she really wanted a hard, fast, long fuck.

To women of the Tribe, sex was often a chance to talk about something they might have on their minds. Part of the deal is that there is no pretense of love to talk about. So we talked while fucking. Surprisingly the first thing Nia talked about was my sex machines down in the playroom. She was curious, even eager, and a natural slut for sex. She knew they were for sex, but she had never imagined using such devices. They looked both wonderful and scary, like a big amusement park looks to a child, except she knew they all were different ways for her body to be screwed. She knew that, when she mounted one of them, there was no faking it; the machines all existed so a man could put his cock into whatever the machine presented from the woman: her pussy, ass or mouth. As a slut, that was so clear and fit her lifestyle so completely. But because she was pregnant she was not sure about them.

I said the X-cross might be the best for her in the near future, she would look hot stretched out on her back, her pussy ready for anybody ... or actually everybody, who cared to use it. (She shivered at that, the thought was delicious.) She could be a party by herself as each man came to her, looked in her eyes as he took what they both wanted him to take until he filled her body when he had to surrender as nature intended, with lots on fun and very little strain. We could keep the angle so she was comfortable. Then the next guy could step up.

She was really excited by the idea. She talked about having just the Tribal men, all the Tribal men in town, participate some night, enjoying her while she was pregnant as a expanded family celebration - if that was possible. It was a ritual she missed because she left the tribe.

She mentioned that, of the indians now in LA, Vrir was the closest relative to her, and he was far enough so having a child by him was not a problem. There was somebody in Detroit who was too close to make a baby with her, but she thought all the others were okay. I could tell she was thinking about me for her second child, but I did not talk about that.

She knew Mer, and she also knew that my Tribal-wife-to-be was underage.

I agreed that, given her rationale, I would try to arrange something soon. As Chief in LA it was my job to see to the rituals my people expected.

I assured her there was no hurry from my side. If she wanted to return to LA after giving birth in Detroit, maybe we could play on the other toys then.

Actually, this got to the greater issue for Nia. She was dreadfully concerned about her child’s future away from the tribe. She knew I planned to bring many of the tribe to LA, to the big new apartment house I would build, but between now and then she was not sure of her place. She admitted that living with me and Zar was very nice, and she knew of my future wives as well. But her child would not be from me, and she was afraid it would be an imposition. She insisted that she had to work and raise her child.

As I fucked her pregnant body I assured my little cousin that she had a job driving for me and Zar any time she was medically ready, she had done an excellent job for us. The job included a place in my house for her child and her. It was possible that would be a different house, as this one was not really child friendly and her child was not the only one who was going to appear in my household soon.

My cock felt her elation as I spoke, she was not sure where she fit in all these moving parts, especially with Abril and Mer entering the picture at a closer orbits, plus Li’s diamond and Cynthia and possible other mothers in my bed.

I knew she felt a stronger-than-normal urge to be in Detroit when she gave birth, because of her beliefs for the afterlife she wanted to be close to where her husband died, in case she or her child expired as well. Like most female members of the tribe, she had a concern about her own death at a young age during childbirth - especially because of her small frame. In the Tribe the rate of death, for both mothers and children at birth, was higher than Third World levels. But that was on a tall mountain in South America without any medical care, a lousy diet, and the small matter of living at high altitude with few doors and limited access to many essentials.