A Tale of Loss and Lust
Copyright© 2008 by Obsessive_Lesbian
Chapter 5: Petrifyo and Herbido
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Petrifyo and Herbido - Selena Beaumont boarded a passenger ship to set out for New France. When a horrible sea storm broke over North Atlantic, fate led her to an undisclosed island that was inhabited by a big clan of lesbians. Their chieftain entrusted her handmaidens to look after Selena. They tended her earnestly, before and after the bond ritual.
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Dagmar hiked on the path that curved amid the scores of huts. Inga followed her, carrying a torch. They walked past the pudendine and found a couple of hefty girls who stood attentively, holding their spears crossed.
"Yamila is smart," Dagmar said. "She must have told them to stand on their guard."
"Yes O Great Chief," Inga replied. "I see no one else from the tribd here."
"True," Dagmar affirmed. "Gilda is still in the hut but she won't dare pestering my handies."
The guards uncrossed their spears and bowed as the duo stopped before them.
"Our gracious chief, Dagmar Eydis, demands to know the current outcome of security measures," Inga declared.
"We forbade all the tribdas from loitering around here, O Great Chief," said one of the guards.
"Shima used her petrifyo on Gilda. Now the peri is as stiff as a log," added her ally.
"Excellent," Dagmar exclaimed.
"Keep on watching until you are ordered to leave," Inga told them as Dagmar resumed walking onward.
They approached the hut, hearing voices that emitted from within. Dagmar cast a glance at Inga and made a hush gesture. She raised the hide drapery and peered through the entryway.
The hut was unusually well lit. In addition to the light of torch that was already fixed into the sconce, a greenish glow emanated from Gilda's gown. With a shocked look on her face and stiff upright posture, she was spinning smoothly in the midair.
They stepped inside the hut. Looking up, Inga gaped at the petrified peri. On the contrary, Dagmar stayed calm. She eyed the stunner who lay unconscious and vulnerably spread-eagled on the straw mat. An old woman, clad in a tinged breechcloth, was holding her thighs apart and licking her pussy.
Inga gasped as Dagmar nudged her in the ribs. She looked down and exclaimed, "Vah!"
Nuala and Mika were sucking Yamila's tits in a corner. They took their mouths off her nipples, turned their heads, and found Dagmar standing next to Inga at the entryway.
"The Chief is here," Mika said; her beautiful Chinese face flushed.
Nuala's green eyes sparkled in contrast to her tanned skin. "True and Shima can't get enough of a pussy feast," she quipped.
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