NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 99
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After receiving the news of escalating tensions in the new lands, Grud let out a long sigh and left the room to go home. When he stepped out of the room, he saw Tala standing just outside with a Grim expression.
“You heard?” Grud asked, only to receive a nod.
Over the years after returning home, Grud had learned quite a lot about the political structure in the Newlands from Tala, Kaya, and expedition members cycling back from the Newlands, and from the news that had been constantly flowing back to him, Grud knew it was only a matter of time before the something bad happened.
The latest news that just came bursting into Grud’s door was some young warriors from one of the 4 big villages attacked a hunting party, only to get slaughtered, and 1 of the warriors got away. But knowing the speed of news traveling from so far off, Grud estimated that this news that just reached him was around 2 months old.
Grud walked over to Tala and hugged her, “Let's go home and tell the others first.”
When they entered their home, the other wives and children came over to greet them. While some of the younger children did not notice Tala’s distress, the wives and older children certainly noticed.
After the children were put to bed, Grud and his wives sat on their bed and he broke the news to his wives, “The Riversong and allied villages are going to be, or may even now be under attack from bigger and more powerful villages in the Newlands”
Upon hearing the news, Kaya also became downcast. Seeing their sister-wives in distress, the rest of the wives gathered around Tala and Kaya to comfort them.
The place where they grew up was under threat and they were so far away and unable to do anything, all their neighbors and family friends may be wiped out, and they were frustrated at their own powerlessness to help in any meaningful way.
When they made their feelings known to Grud and their sister-wives, Mita gave Grud a look telling him that he better do something to make them feel better… emotionally.
“Let us wait for more news to come in before we make any decisions. Hopefully, this matter can be settled without getting out of hand.” Grud said placatingly.
Sadly, Grud’s optimistic hopes were dashed. Within less than a week, news started coming in of attacks on the expedition hunters and even some probing raids on the 3 villages they were allied with.
The moment Grud was notified of the attacks, Grud opened the storehouses to the crafters to prepare equipment and sent runners to the nearby tribes to gather men to assist their allies, and the newly established tribes in the Newlands in case they were pushed back by the time the news arrived.
As Grud was giving out orders to the crafters for more spears and armor. Old man Crot who was next to him and now even more advanced in age, smacked Grud in the shin with his walking stick.
“Ow! What was that for?” Grud scowled at the old curmudgeon.
Crot smacked Grud’s shin again for asking, then started browbeating him, “That was for your dumb orders! You will be fighting men, not dumb beasts. Armor is all well and good, but since you want to move out soon, shields are easier to make, you can get more of them in a short amount of time. Besides, I have seen what those arrows can do, nasty stuff… unless your men have carapace armor like yours or full copper armor, which is impractical, the bone armor they usually wear is not going to be much use.
A shield instead is much more practical, if it could stop a thrown spear back in my day during the war with the Blood Claw tribe, it can stop these arrows with no issue. Now go change your orders, what you are going to need to prepare are…”
Crot then proceeded to advise Grud while telling him how it was done back in his day. They started by lowering the number of weapons made since most of the men would have brought their own, asked the runners to request sets of old armor from the surrounding tribes, and massively increase the production of preserved foods for what was turning out to be a war campaign.
Within a week more than 300 men from the surrounding tribes answered Grud’s call with more on the way, there were even some old-timers who tagged along, they were no longer as spry and fast as the younger men, but they were around before Grud was born, and fought time of war. So he put them in an advisory position to guide the younger ones like himself who have never experienced war.
Grud would liked to move out with more people, but he could wait no longer, he would need to move out tomorrow. Those who came later would have to catch up, he left Crot to be the acting Chieften and send the latecomers along to him.
***
As Grud came back home after settling the affairs of the preparation for the campaign into the Newlands, his wives came over to greet him as they led him to their bedroom.
The moment they entered the bedroom they all started undressing. After so many years of Grud religiously cleaning his wives’ pipes and pumping them full of his spunk on a daily basis, it was an unwritten rule for them to leave all their clothes in a corner before they got into bed.
As the years went by, instead of immediately starting the rough womb-inflating sex, they would all get into bed and talk about their day and what they had on their minds.
When the subject of Grud going away for an extended period of time, again, Mita asked, “Dear, who is going to go with you to empty your balls?”
Usually, this job would fall to Mita due to her ability to change into her wisp form and avoid danger, but as of late, she missed her period and everyone suspected she may be pregnant again, and she did not want to risk the baby by changing into her wisp form.
Grud paused at that question, “Huh, I did not think about that, that is going to be inconvenient… I knew a day like this would come, but looks like I will have to rely on my left hand again after so many years… well, seeing what I have now I think I will need both hands.” Grud said as he grabbed his flaccid dick with both hands and saw that there was sadly still alot of dick left unheld.
His wives chuckled at his predicament and gave him a slow handjob as they as they continued discussing the logistics of their husband getting his rocks off.
“Why don’t you take some women from the Newlands, I'm sure many women would be interested in having you bed them.” Nita suggested.
To that, Grud shook his head, “As much as you encourage me to take more women, you know how I feel about it. Look at all of you, I have never failed to get all of you pregnant the moment I put my seed inside of you, if I just bed women as I make my way through the Newlands, I will end up with a trail of pregnant women, and how can I call myself a man if I do not take responsibility for those women, and I think our continuously growing family is big enough, I do not want to add more.”
“I think I have a solution for that.” Kaya spoke up, “Me and Tala are early in our pregnancy, so… it should not be much of a problem if we follow you… it would also be nice to visit our old village.”
“What?! No! We are going to a fight, that is no place for you to be in, especially while you are with child.” Grud almost shouted, and the other wives echoed their disagreement with the idea.
“Oh, come on… Please.” This time it was Tala who joined in to reconsider Kaya’s idea, “You are leading so many men into battle, I am sure if anything goes wrong, we will be able to run away. Besides, we can be useful, ever since we were able to use mana after living with you, we have learned the basic shaman rites and rituals, and if that is not needed, we can at least be of use as medicine women.”
This plea was also met with rejection from Grud and their sister-wives, when their plea did not work, they resorted to slobbering Grud’s knob to get a positive answer out of him and then moved on to attack their sister-wives by munching on their carpets and fisting them.
This soon devolved into their usual full-on orgy and somewhere along the sex-hazed night, the sisters managed to squeeze a “Yes” out of Grud and the rest of the wives, but this came at the price of being everyone’s fucktoy for the night, which left all of Tala and Kaya’s holes aching, gaping, and drenched in Grud’s jizz.
***
The next morning, Grud bartered for a comfortable-looking sheltered pull cart and loaded Tala & Kaya’s limp forms on said cart along with their belonging that the other wives helped pack.
His wives then helped gather his many children, and they said their goodbyes before Grud pulled the cart off to the meeting point.
They were going to war and the news of the people who just made the crossing back in the middle of the night did not bode well for the 3 villages or the hunters helping to defend the villages.
Turns out quite a number of other villages joined the 4 big villages in the attack, news is that the 4 big villages were threatening the smaller villages to contribute to the attack or be attacked themselves.
But all was not lost, it seems that the attacks on the hunters were not taken lying down and the newly established tribes in the Newlands were starting to band together to join the Riversong, Wisperwind, and Fangfall villages in defense.
Grud tightened his grip on the cart carrying Tala and Kaya as they moved to the meeting area, “I can only hope the defense holds out until we get there.”