In the furthest corner of this far-flung planet, on a continent uncharted by the cartographers of Occassus, Purvaja or Kusini, night blanketed the landscape from east to west, though it was anything but silent for a small village that lay not too far from its north-western tip amongst a grove within a plain betwixt a jungle on one side and a range of hills on the other. The calls of strange nocturnal creatures echoed far across the sparse topography surrounding the settlement the Karatgurk Clan called their residence, however the business of beasts was not the only activity that still stirred during these late hours. Within this simplistic hamlet of hunter-gatherers and herbalists, a circular tent was pitched not too far from its centre; one that was not tall enough for a human of average height to even fully stand up inside, though was wide enough to comfortably accommodate several should they be sitting, kneeling or lying, although only two currently occupied the canvas interior at this time by the light of a fire pit in the middle of the space.
One was a born-member of the Karatgurk Tribe: an artisan called Punu - aged approximately somewhere in her late-thirties and rather rangy in build - whilst the other was an alien to this remote country: a young man named Gyllen, who was - until very recently - a prince hailing from the kingdom of Snjórland situated on the northern fringes of the westernmost continent of Occassus. Although they may have seemed entirely unconnected from a surface glance, these two individuals from entirely opposite sides of the world were currently in the thick of coupling unclothed in positions reminiscent of a duo of dingoes during the height of the mating season, and how Gyllen came to find himself in such a scenario is quite the involved tale in of itself.
Close to two months ago, Gyllen had found himself shipwrecked in this unknown environment after a terrible storm whilst he was en route home following an international tour and shortly found himself in the company of the Karatgurk Clan. With their assistance alongside said wreck's crew, their galleon was once again made as seaworthy as it could possibly be outside the resources of a dockyard. Gyllen, however, had grown rather fond of the Karatgurks in the short time he had spent in their midsts and was further fascinated by the expansive frontier they called home so much so that he elected to remain behind, informally renouncing his title and prestige then and there on the due day of departure so he may live free in this land he later learned was locally named Miyalu-ngurra. Well, that plus he had made a certain promise to the tribe which he did not intend to break.
In their customs, the Karatgurk Clan was unique in that their numbers were solely comprised of females, according to their held beliefs that all men were weak of will, dull of mind and dishonest of heart, although this would also eventually prove to be a detriment as they currently faced a population crisis after their sole ally tribe and single source of procreation migrated to regions more distant about twenty years prior to the present. With compassionate Gyllen's fortunate advent, he offered to scatter his seed amongst every member of the clan capable of bearing a child to ensure they would persevere for at least one more generation, although the lad certainly had his work cut out for him (for a full account on these events, please refer to 'Prince Gyllen, chapter 23' by this same author).
Gyllen and Puru were just finishing up their heated engagement at this point in time, the former prince having his hands firmly locked onto the artisan's narrow hips while his own pumped brisk and repetitive as he panted profusely, his light skin glistening with sweat as it joined with the lean woman's darker-toned and tattooed equivalent, slipping his modest manhood back-and-forth within her vagina at a pace that made the Miyalu-ngurra native moan. Puru was old enough to distinctly recall the days when the Karatgurks' male allies would (relatively) freely come and go from their village, although had missed her opportunity to copulate with a member of the opposite sex till now, and never could she imagine she would discover something new at her age that would provide such an exhilaration, but she was not displeased about being proven wrong in the slightest!
With one final push on Gyllen's part, both parties made a cry as their delight spiked, risking disturbing several villagers resting in their beds nearby as he unloaded his essence directly into Puru's womb. Once his ejaculation subsided, Gyllen slowly withdrew his softening penis from the older lady's freshly deflowered sex as he released the hold he had on her before falling flat onto his plush rump, near-exhausted while he watched Puru remain on all fours in front of him, quivering in place as she processed her first orgasm brought about via intercourse as some droplets of his discharge dribbled from her fucked cooter.
"I am eternally grateful for this favour, Gold One." Puru said, turning around upon recovery, practically kowtowing as she spoke in the Karatugurks' language, which Gyllen had been spending much of his spare time between sessions of coitus studying as to not have to constantly rely on their wise woman's fragmented and archaic Snjórlandic whenever he wished his words translated with anybody else in the clan. Ever a quick learner (already having knowledge in five foreign languages as proficient as his mother tongue before arriving in Miyalu-ngurra thanks to his royal education, and dabbling in many more as a hobby), Gyllen had already picked up enough vocabulary to at least maintain a conversation, although was not quite fluent yet. "May the spirits bless me with a strong daughter should they see fit."
"P-please, there was nothing to it at all! Ah, no! Perhaps that's a poor choice of words..." Gyllen said, flustered, hardly having anybody act in such a grovelling manner towards him even when he did hold his royal titles in his father's own court. When the ex-noble first landed in Miyalu-ngurra, the Karatgurks believed the perfectly mortal Occassian boy to have been some sort of divine being sent for their salvation due to his atypical appearance of pale flesh and lustrously blond locks compared to the isolated aboriginals' universal characteristics of ebon skin and black hair. It was a misunderstanding which made Gyllen highly uncomfortable, and although he had long made it explicit that he was just as human as they were, it seemed a minority still thought the contrary. "Listen, I'm just happy to help in any little way I can. There's no need to abase yourself so before me, really!" He added as he quickly helped Puru upright, the artisan casting him a mystified glance before quietly shuffling her way out of the tent without another word, though still giving Gyllen a few more polite bows of her head before vanishing out of view.
With Puru's exit, Gyllen made a heavy sigh as he fell backwards and lay prone, limbs sprawled like a starfish, thoroughly exhausted after a difficult day's breeding, and would likely feel the same this time tomorrow, and the day after that, and so on until every fertile female in the village was confirmed pregnant bar a select handful to still carry out the camp's labour without complications for the full nine months. It was a task many males fantasised about fulfilling, though the reality proved far more arduous (and not every member of the Karatgurk Clan was exactly the epitome of physically attractiveness either) that lesser men would have tapped out before long, but in spite what his young age and girlish mien may have suggested, the blond boy had both the experience and the virility necessary to complete this undertaking...with the aid of performance-enhancing elixirs provided by Karatgurk's senior shamaness.
However, even that mystic medicine could only prolonged the renounced prince's endurance temporarily, not indefinitely, and with his stamina levels depleted, Gyllen was looking forward to nothing else in that moment more than to turn in until the morn, though this notion was promptly postponed when he heard a voice that definitely did not belong to Puru suddenly address him from out the quiet:
"Faring well, Gold One?" It rasped. Gyllen lazily tilted his head off the ground just enough to look where his feet pointed to see the aforementioned shamaness had slipped into the tent without his notice. She was a woman of advanced age (although Gyllen was uncertain exactly how old) who had shrunk significantly in her august years until she currently stood at a scant four feet, allowing her to stand perfectly upright within the low tent without impediment even if not for her slightly hunched posture, though had to hold her long staff rattling with ornaments at an acute angle. The entirety of her squat body from the neck below was covered by a baggy shawl fashioned from dark brown emu feathers which brushed along the ground as she shuffled along, leaving only her hands and head visible; the white tattoos on which having significantly faded over the passage of time. Her left eye was noticeably blind while a mass of frizzy, unpigmented hair billowed from her crown almost to her ankles that gave the impression it had never been trimmed a single time in the entirety of her long life.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that, Elder." Gyllen half-heartedly complained as he lowered his head back onto the floor, not even bothering to expend what little energy he had remaining to cover his shame before the old woman, especially as it was nothing she had not already seen during his initial initiation when he was first brought into their borders. "There's enough undue confusion about that as is amongst some of the villagers even now."
"And I thought I told
you
to stop referring to me as 'Elder'! Do you realise how self-conscious that makes me about my age? For the last time, it's 'Wuyun'! 'Wuyun'!" The wise woman rebuked the young man in turn with a raised voice.
"Forgive me, Madame Wuyun. It was a slip of the tongue and nothing more, believe me." Gyllen tiredly groaned an apology, not wanting to deal with an ired grandam this late in the evening. "Now, was there something you wanted from me?"
"Oh, nothing that you have not already been doing, Go- Gyllen." Wuyun responded, having quickly cooled off, though the blond was uncertain exactly what she meant by this statement until she went on to expound. "Diligently, you've tended to the needs of near everybody who resides in the village, my daughters and granddaughters counted amongst them, and I'm overjoyed to say that I may now live to see more granddaughters and even great-granddaughters delivered! However,
I
myself have still yet to be tended to by your...touch, shall we call it?" At this, Gyllen at last seated himself up straight in a shot, flashing an incredulous expression in the crone's direction after hearing what she had said, with her returning a beaming grin on her wrinkled countrance: all her teeth miraculously still present within her mouth (that Gyllen was able to see anyway), albeit each slightly crooked and discoloured with a yellowish tinge.
"P-pardon my bluntness for saying so, El- Wuyun, but don't you think...well...erm...you know...aren't your fields a bit too barren for that sort of thing...?" The former prince insinuated as he nervously chuckled, believing this was merely the Elder's poor attempt at a joke.
"Do you think I'm not aware of that?" Wuyun rhetorically retorted, her tone bitter once again with her broad, drooping face reflecting such. "No, Gyllen, what I'm asking for is more simplistic, more...base. You see, long has it been since I last felt the primitive rush of ecstasy that comes with a meeting of the sexes...far too long! Men might be inferior in most aspects, although even I'll concede the right one at the right time when you're in the right mood can provide you with an experience you can still vividly recall even decades down the line." She made a gurgling laugh that caused Gyllen to cringe when it reached his ears, as well as from his mind involuntarily conjuring up repulsive, unwanted imagery involving the senior. "That is why I come to you now, to humbly appeal that you might indulge this old woman in her wishes...that is unless, of course, if you have a distaste towards older women?"
"I-I have nothing against being with older women!" Gyllen stammered. "If you're looking for somebody to attest to that, Puru left not long ago! But even I must confess that I think the gap between our ages is simply just far too great to be anything but an awkward interaction at best."
