The feast wound down under a canopy of stars, the air thick with the smoky scent of roasted antelope and spiced roots. Laughter echoed from the central fire as tribesfolk shared tales of the hunt, drums fading to a gentle rhythm. Taniel caught Maria's eye across the flames, his gaze smoldering with promise. She felt a flutter in her belly, her bare feet shifting in the cool dirt, toes flexing in anticipation. As the crowd thinned, he took her hand, leading her to his spacious tent at the camp's edge—a woven structure lined with soft hides and flickering lantern light.
Inside, the space felt intimate, the air warmer, carrying his earthy scent. Taniel knelt before her on a pile of furs, his large hands gentle as he lifted one of her feet. 'You've carried yourself all day, grounding us to the earth so we could find each other again,' he murmured, voice low and reverent. His thumbs pressed into her sole, kneading the arch with firm circles, easing the day's tension from hauling wood and dancing at the feast. Maria smiled sweetly, sinking onto the furs, her shift riding up her thighs as heat bloomed low in her core.
He worked methodically, fingers tracing her instep, then sucking each toe into his mouth one by one—tongue swirling around the pads, nipping lightly at the heels. Her pussy clenched with each pull, wetness seeping between her folds, making her knees weaken. She bit her lip, thighs pressing together against the building ache, but she held focus, breath hitching as his worship sent sparks up her legs. 'Taniel...' she whispered, voice husky, her nipples peaking against the thin fabric.
When he finished, her feet tingled, skin flushed from his attention. Determined, she pushed him down onto his back. 'My turn,' she said, standing over him, her petite form casting a shadow. She placed her soles on his broad shoulders first, then walked them down his spine—heels digging into knots along his muscles, toes curling to massage the ridges of his back. His sturdy body yielded under her pressure, groans rumbling from his chest as she balanced, her pussy throbbing with each shift of weight, desire pulsing hot and insistent.
Satisfied with his relaxation, she nudged him to flip over, his intrigued eyes locking on hers. Straddling his hips briefly, she reached for the ties of his loincloth, peeling it away slowly. His cock sprang free, the 9-inch length thick as her wrist at 4 inches around, veined and heavy, slapping against her cheek with a warm thud. Heat radiated from it, the thick, musky aroma—earthy like wild grass and stallion sweat—flooding her senses. Maria's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out in a dazed ahegao expression, mouth panting as she inhaled deeply. Her body seized, pussy spasming wildly, juices gushing down her thighs in a sudden, intense orgasm from the scent alone.
Taniel grinned, watching her quiver, his werehorse spirit confirmed: the musk was his test for mates. Simple arousal marked a good partner; repulsion meant no future. But cumming from it? She was destined—a true mare for his herd, perfect wife and mother. His cock twitched harder, pre-cum beading at the tip.
Maria blinked back to awareness, face blazing red, panting as her climax ebbed, slick trails marking her inner thighs. 'S-sorry,' she stammered, wiping her chin.
He chuckled, hand stroking her hair. 'No apology needed. It honors me that my cock pleases you so.'
Crimson deepened on her cheeks, but she nodded, wrapping her small hands around his girth. She gripped the base firmly, twisting her wrists as she stroked up, teasing the underside with her thumbs, drawing out more stiffness. Beads of pre-cum welled at the slit, glistening. Leaning in, she licked them away, the heavy, salty tang exploding on her tongue. Another orgasm ripped through her, moans vibrating as her face twisted in ahegao bliss, pussy clenching empty air.
Taniel's grin widened at her reaction, hips shifting. She shook her head, legs now soaked, determination hardening her gaze. Sliding down, she positioned herself between his thighs, dainty feet cupping his heavy balls and the base of his shaft—soles pressing and rolling the sac, toes kneading the root. Her hands worked the middle, rubbing just under the head to halfway down, fingers circling the ridge. Her mouth engulfed the crown, lips stretching around the bulbous tip, tongue flicking the slit and frenulum relentlessly.
He bucked, groaning deep as the combo overwhelmed him—feet massaging his balls with warm pressure, hands twisting slickly, mouth sucking hard. She hummed, vibrations buzzing through his length, lapping greedily at every drop of pre-cum. It became her addiction, the flavor pulling moans from her throat, her pussy dripping onto the furs below. She fought the next peak, pumping faster, feet sliding up to squeeze his shaft alongside her hands.
With a guttural growl, Taniel thrust up, cock pulsing as he unloaded—nearly half a gallon of thick cum flooding her mouth, pumping straight down her throat in hot ropes. She gulped frantically, swallowing load after load, but spills escaped, splattering her hands and feet in sticky white strands.
Panting, she pulled off as he softened slightly, her eyes glazed in post-orgasm haze from the scent and taste alone—another climax having hit mid-swallow. Wobbling, she smiled triumphantly, licking her fingers clean, moaning at the creamy residue. Then, bending, she sucked her toes, lapping cum from her soles, the mix of musky sperm, sensitive skin, and flavor sending her over again. Ahegao face returning, she orgasmed hard, body shuddering before collapsing in a heap, groaning in exhausted bliss.
Taniel laughed softly, gathering her limp form and stripping her shift away to bare her freckled skin. He laid her beside him on the bed of furs, spooning from behind—his semi-hard cock nestling between her ass cheeks, warm against her cleft. Her feet idly gripped his shins, toes rubbing lazy circles as sleep tugged at her. He kissed her cheek, whispering, 'Pleasant dreams, my mare.' Nude and entwined, their bodies pressed close—his muscles and heat enveloping her—they drifted off together, breaths syncing in the quiet night.