With a sultry smile, Fifi dragged Orion’s thick whitish release over to her lips, licking off his semen from her fingers before scooping up more with her palm and gulping it down her throat. Just as she was about to wipe off the remaining traces from the side of her enormous breast, she was caught off guard as a small figure unexpectedly jumped on top of her.

A tickling sensation followed as if a tongue was sliding along her skin, leaving a slimy trail that reached from one side of her breast to her muscular upper arm.

Seizing the opportunity to see who it was before she stood up, Fifi looked in surprise as Gina seriously licked off her brother’s semen from her body, quickly identifying her when her head came into view.

‘This brat,’ Fifi could feel her eyes twitching at the fact that Gina had taken the liberty to do what she believed was her own. Refusing to act immaturely as the older woman between the two, Fifi almost cleared her throat to draw Gina’s attention and tell her to stand up.

However, Gina abruptly pulled herself up and turned her focus back to Orion before Fifi had the chance to say anything.

Meanwhile, Orion could only chuckle a little at the scene, noticing Fifi’s irritated expression. He was even more surprised when Gina went on her knees and lowered her body to eagerly lick off the remaining semen that still clung to semi erected penis with an incredible amount of enthusiasm he had never witnessed before.

Once she was done, Gina looked up and said, “That was delicious, brother,” before she abruptly stood up and quickly ran back to her seat the same way she had arrived.

All the women, including Celeste, witnessed the scene unfold. While a bit embarrassed by her daughter’s behaviour, since it was clear that Fifi was already enjoying her son’s semen, before Gina swooped in to lick it all off, Celeste couldn’t help but smile. It was a display of the closeness between her and her children, an affirmation of the strong bond they shared.

Chuckling to herself as she noticed Greta and Grandma Meldra gazing at her with envy, Celeste couldn’t help but relish the satisfaction of the scene that had just transpired.

Clearing her throat, she captivated everyone’s attention and fixed her gaze on Orion.

“Although I have my reservations about the method you’re using to choose which women you want to impregnate,” she began, her tone firm but tinged with a playful smirk, “it seems we don’t have to worry anymore about your inability to control your fertile semen.”

Hearing his mother’s words and witnessing the approving nods from the women, Orion’s grin widened. He extended his arm to help Fifi up, and she gratefully took hold of it, pulling herself to her feet. Releasing his hand, Fifi reached down to retrieve her tulga, first sliding the elastic top over her head to encase her enormous firm breasts.

As she bent down to pick up her lower bottom tulga, she was taken aback when she suddenly spotted Orion holding it for her, waiting patiently to assist her in putting it on.

With a smile, she accepted his gesture and raised one leg into her tulga before doing the same with the other, watching as he gently fitted the tulga around her waist. Once he was done, Orion playfully dipped his hand under the side of her loincloth, giving her thick bushy vagina a gentle slap before quickly retracting it, leaving Fifi exclaiming in surprise.

Glaring at him with a frown, she wanted to remind him of her desire to get pregnant, but Greta’s voice suddenly filled the room, reaching everyone’s ears. “Now that we are done, if you all would excuse us, Orion has somewhere he needs to be,” she announced.

“Where?” Sura’s voice rang out in the air, her hands immediately clamping against her mouth in embarrassment, realizing how loudly she had spoken and how everyone’s attention was now on her.

Greta, sensing the curiosity in everyone’s eyes, smiled slightly and reassured them, “Don’t worry, I’m not dragging him off somewhere for myself. The Chieftess asked to see Orion today once he had recovered. And considering the current hour, it wouldn’t be a good idea for him to keep ignoring the chieftess’ summons.” Greta exhaled, feeling relieved that the Village Chieftess hadn’t sent someone to remind her of the meeting and check if she had forgotten the order.

The words of Greta had an electrifying effect on Celeste and several women in the hut, their eyes shooting wide open in surprise. Orion, too, recalled the incident from yesterday when he and the Village Chief had rushed to save Fifi from committing suicide.

Curious and seeking confirmation, Orion couldn’t help but ask “Does it have to do with what happened yesterday?”

Fifi noticed his questioning tone and a frown immediately stained her face, realizing that this was indeed the very thought lingering in her mind.

Greta’s expression turned serious as she focused her eyes on Orion, replying thoughtfully, “I don’t know. But besides what happened yesterday, there might be something else she wants to discuss with you. You’ll have to find out for yourself when you meet her, because I’m not aware of the details.” Orion nodded in understanding and agreed, “Since we have wasted enough time, let’s get going then.”

“I’m coming with you,” Fifi expressed, observing Greta rise from her seat, ready to leave immediately.

Greta shook her head in disagreement, her expression serious as she focused on Fifi. She explained, “I don’t think it’s a good idea. Since the Village Chiefess didn’t call for your presence, if you were to follow us, it might cause some avoidable consequences which I’m sure you’re already aware of.”

Orion chimed in, “I agree. Besides, I won’t be going there alone. Aunt Greta will be with me, and we’ll come back immediately once we’re done, so there’s no need to worry.” He glanced at Ayla, who reassured him with a smile, before turning back to Fifi and adding, “Also, I’ve met and spoken with her before, so I can handle it myself. It’s not something I can’t manage on my own.”