The Rejuvenation of Dravo Asta
Vera knew who Dravo Asta was, the aged monkey warrior was the chief's uncle and had been the defacto chieftain until Tragon, the present chief, was of an age to assume his duties.
He'd been quite the wily statesman and warrior – warring with the neighboring monkeyfolk tribes, expanding the territory, then negotiating the peace; further expanding the territory of the tribe. No headsman of another tribe had a good thing to say about him except to his face.
When he finally turned over the masa-hide cloak of the headsman to his brother's son he had tripled the size of the tribe's territory and added some dozens of slaves to the tribe. He'd married off his sons to powerful chieftain's daughters whose lands bordered his tribes and taken his most powerful foes' woman as concubine after he'd slain him in single combat.
That was all years ago, a generation had been born and raised while Dravo served as advisor to the young headsman, Tragon. He was old now and losing the clarity of eye and sureness afoot that were the mark of the young and able. He'd moved in with his nephew after his woman had died and he seemed to be fading more every day. He shuffled about the village smiling, patting children on the head and sunning himself in the plaza every day till Mossara, the headsman's wife led him back to the lodge.
Vera wasn't surprised when Mossara had told her to go fetch the old man early one afternoon.
After lunch Mossara had seized Vera's right hand and maneuvered her into the bed she shared with Tragon. She stroked her own face with Veras' hand, kissing the fingertips, licking the palm, tasting her, using that hand to stroke herself into wetness.......then she flipped around, positioning her muff in Vera's face and her mouth on Vera's muff, her tongue teasing Vera's clit...Vera was already wet and before long Mossara's tongue had her panting and wetter still.....
Later Mossaras voice broke the post-coital silence. " Big-Girl, the old man is in the plaza, lying in the sun."
"Ummmm", Vera answered.
"Go get him but take him to the hot springs, carry him there, and bathe him. You'll do that while I make the meal?"
"Yes, mistress, it will be my pleasure."
"Bathe him well, my girl, he stinks in the heat".
"As you wish." Vera kissed her mistress' pussy lips (tasting her musk), rose from the sleeping platform and wrapped a piece of spider-silk around her.
She strolled to the plaza and found the old monkey dozing beneath a tree. His robe had come loose, exposing his leg, cock, and balls. She knelt next to him and secured his robe. He spoke without opening his eyes "It's a sad day when a woman isn't even curious about a warrior's spear." He smiled.
"A slave woman should never be curious about a warrior of the bloods' spear, my lord."
"Never?"
"So I am told, my lord".
The old man snorted, the opened his eyes, blinked and regarded her with a dreamy expression. "Then I suppose it must be so. Has my nephews wife, the worthy Mossara sent you for me or did you seek me on your own?" He laughed out loud.
"Lord Dravo, I'm to take you to the springs for a bath."
He snorted, "So I stink, eh? Then help me to my feet, it's a long walk for an old man."
She pulled him to his feet quite easily and then turned around and knelt.
"Climb onto my back, I'll carry you there."
"Such an offer, I'm honored." His eyes twinkled black.
Vera giggled in response and stood after he'd mounted her. He really was light for a monkey and she was a healthy specimen – nearly six imperial units tall and over a hundred-sixty in weight.
He leaned forward, buried his face in her hair, and inhaled deeply. "Girl, you smell good."
"Thank you, my lord."
