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The wild ones soon resumed their carnal festivities with even more exuberance. Grunts and moans rose around them as they made love, William's strokes getting faster and harder as he rose above Sarah and thrust more vigorously, claiming her completely. She wrapped her legs around his lower back, locking him in place. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open as she wailed her pleasure.
Kept in the dark little hut, she had heard the ceremonies start, and peeking through the holes in the door, she had seen the wildlings mating with one another. It had made her wet from the outset, the primal ritual evoking a slickness between her thighs which was still flowing.
William pounded hard and long, every stroke driving her closer to the stars above, making her part of the heaving, panting, moaning, grinding tribe all around them. There was connection in the ceremony, an understanding which was shared by every soul in the village center. Seed was being spilled, muscles were contracting in rippling orgasm, and bonds of community were being cemented.
She felt his hands shift, releasing her for a moment. “Turn over.”
Moving onto her hands and knees, she felt him move behind her, one hand slapping her bottom as the other went to the back of her head. He pushed her face toward their discarded clothing, tipping her bottom higher. Her pussy was exposed, cool night air tingling against the wet petals. When his hot, thick cock slid back inside her, she welcomed it with a moan and a breathless plea for him to take her.
“I'm going to fuck your bottom,” he breathed against her ear. “I'm going to cum inside your ass.”
His fingers were swirling around her tight little hole, pressing in time with the words. The promise was physical as well as verbal and Sarah soon felt her body giving way to his carnal intent. Her juices made for ample lubricant as he fingered her bottom, drawing attention from the surrounding people. When he pressed the head of his thick cock against her ass and started pushing, all eyes were on them.
“They're going to watch you have your bottom fucked,” he murmured in her ear as the thickness of his head breached the tight ring of muscle and slid slowly inside.
She had always found anal sex embarrassing for reasons she could not explain, but having her ass stretched around William's cock whilst men and women looked on in approval was more than she could take. Her clit felt as though it might burst from tingling excitement as they once more took center stage and she surrendered completely to William's will.
He fucked her with long, slow strokes, delving deep with masterful care. Her pussy was still leaking juices as he claimed her ass, taking her through a series of rippling climaxes which made her pulse and wail as his fingers danced across the tingling bud of her clit. She came so many times she lost count, each and every one of her orgasms drawn from her whilst his thick cock plundered her bottom.
The orgy went on into the wee hours of the morning, until the sun began to rise and the sky grew lighter through the treetops. Sarah woke up not knowing she'd ever fallen asleep. She was still naked and wrapped in William's arms, content and happy.
A wild woman with bare breasts and a skirt made of spun woolen fibers approached them with some flat bread and a few boiled eggs. “Eat well,” she said, presenting the food on a broad leaf.
Sarah reached for an egg. “Are they feeding us because they don't want their prisoners to die of starvation, or because we're not their prisoners anymore?”
“Well, I don't see any guards or ropes.” William shrugged, giving her a hug as he started eating. I'm not an expert on being a prisoner, but I think we're free.”
“I think we are,” Sarah agreed, kissing his hairy cheek. “Wild and free.”
He winked at her and agreed. “Wild and free.”
Eight
With the wild tribe on their side, life became much more social for Sarah. She had never known her own people before. It was nice to be greeted with warm smiles when she walked in their village, and it was nice to know that she and William were not entirely alone.
William had, of course, immediately embarked on a mission to teach the wild tribe about the wonders of horticulture and written communication. The gardening they were taking to with some limited success. The writing, not so much. No matter how much he insisted upon its use, they insisted on talking to one another rather than scribbling notes in clay. It was a source of continual amusement for Sarah.
“See,” William lectured one of the wildlings, a man with bright green locks and fuchsia eyes who had messed up William's carefully planned village garden by planting all manner of things in all manner of places. “If you wrote this down, you wouldn't have to tell me about it. And you wouldn't have to remember what you planted where.”
