The sun hung heavy over the savannah, its golden rays slicing through the acacia trees and casting long shadows across the tribal camp where hide tents clustered like scattered bones. Livek knelt on the packed earth beside Jaith, his fingers tracing the edges of a rough-hewn map etched into a flat stone, the scent of roasted gazelle and fermented roots thick in the air. Utilnor's voice rasped from the shaman's crouched form nearby, his beads clinking as he leaned in to inspect the plans for the upcoming migration. "The southern watering holes will hold through the dry moons, but only if the scouts mark the paths before the herds shift," Utilnor murmured, his gnarled hand tapping the stone. "Your markings show promise, boy—keen eyes for the tribe's needs, though the northern ridges risk flash floods if the rains come early."

Livek nodded, a flush creeping up his neck as his gaze flicked instinctively toward Mara. She lounged against a woven reed mat a few paces away, her ample curves spilling over the edges in lazy indulgence, plump fingers tearing into strips of fatty meat that glistened with juices. Her full breasts strained against the leather wrap of her tunic, nipples faintly outlined by sweat, and her thick thighs parted with unapologetic ease as she chewed, crumbs dotting the soft rolls of her belly. The chieftain's daughter caught his glance and smirked, her dark eyes locking onto his with predatory heat, sending a submissive thrill straight to Livek's core. He quickly dropped his eyes, heart pounding, the ache of his hardening cock pressing against his loincloth as he fought to focus on Jaith's next words about resource tallies.

Mara's voice cut through the moment like a spear, low and commanding, drawing every ear as she licked grease from her thumb. "Livek, come here and tell me how these plans serve the hunt tomorrow—I tire of waiting for scraps from the men." She patted the mat beside her broad hip, her tone laced with spoiled authority that made his stomach twist in eager submission. Jaith chuckled softly but waved him on, and Livek rose on unsteady legs, stepping closer until the warmth of her body radiated against his. Her hand brushed his thigh as she pulled him down, fingers lingering with deliberate pressure, her breath carrying the musk of meat and desire. "Sit closer, apprentice," she purred, her free hand resting possessively on his arm. "I want to feel how devoted you are to pleasing your future chieftain." The contact sent sparks through him, his nerves alight with the heady mix of duty and the raw pull of her dominance, the savannah's distant roars fading under the thrum of their unspoken tension.

Livek swallowed hard, his voice emerging in a hesitant murmur as he tried to meet her gaze without faltering. "The markings... they're for the long migration routes, Mara, not the hunt tomorrow. The southern paths will guide us through the dry season, but the immediate scouts can handle the gazelle runs without shifting our tallies." His words stumbled as her thick fingers trailed down his arm to rest on his thigh, squeezing the muscle there with lazy possession, her touch igniting fresh heat that made his cock twitch insistently beneath the thin leather. Utilnor's earlier praise echoed faintly in his mind—the shaman's nod of approval for the flood-risk notations—but it felt distant now, drowned by the warmth of her body pressing against his side.

Mara barely glanced at him, her attention fixed on another strip of meat she tore free with her teeth, juices trailing down her chin to drip onto the soft swell of her belly. "Mmm, and what of the northern ridges, then? Will they flood before we claim the good kills?" she asked absently, her free hand sliding higher to brush the edge of his loincloth, fingers grazing the growing bulge there with deliberate, teasing pressure. She belched loudly in his face, the hot, meaty gust washing over him as she laughed, a deep, throaty sound that shook her ample breasts and rolls of fat. "Oops—too much indulgence for one afternoon. But go on, apprentice. Tell your chieftain's daughter more about these logistics that won't touch my hunt."

Flustered, Livek's cheeks burned crimson, his submissive pulse quickening at her casual dominance even as her touch lingered, stroking him through the fabric in slow, possessive circles that sent jolts of arousal straight to his core. He pressed on, voice cracking with the effort to stay focused on tribal needs amid the scent of her sweat-slicked skin and the rumble of her gluttonous satisfaction. "The resource counts from Jaith show we need three more days of gathering before the herds move, ensuring the women and elders have stores... it ties the whole tribe together, not just tomorrow's spears." Her laughter lingered in the air, mixing with the savannah's heat, drawing him deeper into the pull of her command while his body ached to yield further.

Her laughter lingered in the air, mixing with the savannah's heat, drawing him deeper into the pull of her command while his body ached to yield further. Livek's breath hitched as her fingers pressed firmer against the rigid outline of his cock, tracing its length through the loincloth in slow, deliberate strokes that made his hips twitch involuntarily toward her touch. "The northern ridges... they're risky, but if we mark the lower trails first, the scouts can avoid them until the herds are secured," he managed, his voice low and strained, the words tumbling out between shallow gasps while her belly pressed warmly against his side, soft and yielding yet insistent in its bulk.

Utilnor cleared his throat from a short distance away, beads rattling as he straightened, his eyes narrowing with quiet approval at the pair. "The boy's notation on those flood paths shows sharp insight—mark them with ochre before dusk, and the tribe will thank you both for the caution," the shaman offered, his raspy tone cutting through the haze of arousal without judgment. Mara smirked wider at the praise, her free hand lifting another glistening strip of meat to her lips before she chewed noisily, the wet sounds of her indulgence filling the space between them as her other palm squeezed Livek's thigh possessively, nails grazing skin. "See? Even the old mystic sees your devotion," she murmured, leaning in so her heavy breasts brushed his arm, sweat-slicked and warm, her breath hot and meat-scented against his ear. "Now tell me more, apprentice—how will you ensure my hunts stay fed while the tribe kowtows to these plans? I want every detail, and I want you closer while you give it."

She shifted her weight, pulling him half into her lap with a casual tug that sent his heart racing, her thick thighs parting to cradle his hip as her hand slipped boldly beneath the edge of his loincloth, fingers wrapping around the heated length of his cock in a firm, claiming grip. Livek's submissive pulse thrummed louder, cheeks blazing as he fought to steady his voice amid the electric jolt of her touch, the slick glide of her palm sending waves of pleasure crashing through him while the savannah's distant winds carried the mingled scents of roasted fat, her musk, and his own rising need.

Livek's breath came in shallow pants as her fingers tightened around his throbbing cock, stroking with slow, deliberate intent that made his hips buck subtly against her palm, precum beading at the tip and slicking her grip. The weight of her heavy breasts pressed against his side, their sweat-dampened warmth seeping through the thin leather of her wrap, while the soft rolls of her belly jiggled with each noisy chew of meat, the rich, fatty aroma blending with the musky scent of her arousal rising between her parted thighs. "The... the tallies from Jaith confirm we have enough stores if the southern paths hold," he managed, voice trembling with the effort to focus, his submissive gaze flicking up to meet hers only to drop again in eager deference as her thumb circled the sensitive head of his shaft.

Mara's laughter rumbled low in her throat, her dominant grip never faltering as she drew him deeper into her lap, one thick thigh hooking over his to pin him closer, her free hand feeding another dripping strip of meat to her lips while she watched his face flush darker. "These plans of yours sound too cautious for my liking, apprentice—I'll lead the hunt straight across those northern ridges at dawn, flood or no, and claim the fattest kills before the herds even scent us." Livek's eyes widened at the reckless edge in her words, his pulse quickening with protective worry amid the waves of pleasure her stroking hand sent through him. "Mara, be careful—that path is treacherous, especially with the rains threatening," he urged softly, his hand instinctively resting on her arm in a gesture of concern that only seemed to amuse her further.

She laughed outright then, a deep, throaty sound that shook her ample curves and sent fresh juices trailing down her chin, her fingers squeezing his cock firmer in possessive reward as she leaned in to nip at his ear. "I'll be fine, little one—my spear never misses, and the tribe needs a chieftain's daughter who isn't afraid of a little water. Now keep talking while I enjoy this; I want every detail of how you'll serve me when I return victorious." The savannah heat pressed in around them as Utilnor's approving nod from nearby faded into the background, leaving only the electric thrum of her touch and the pull of her command drawing Livek's yielding body ever closer.

Livek's breath came in shallow pants as her fingers tightened around his throbbing cock, stroking with slow, deliberate intent that made his hips buck subtly against her palm, precum beading at the tip and slicking her grip. The weight of her heavy breasts pressed against his side, their sweat-dampened warmth seeping through the thin leather of her wrap, while the soft rolls of her belly jiggled with each noisy chew of meat, the rich, fatty aroma blending with the musky scent of her arousal rising between her parted thighs. "S-serve you?" he whispered nervously, voice trembling as her thumb circled the sensitive head once more. "What... what do you mean by that, Mara?"

Mara's smirk deepened into a dominant grin, her fingers never pausing their possessive rhythm along his shaft as she squeezed him firmer, drawing a soft whimper from his lips. "I mean exactly what I said, apprentice—how you'll serve your future chieftain when I return from the hunt, sated and victorious," she reiterated with unyielding confidence, her thick thigh tightening over his hip to pin him in place. Livek floundered, mouth opening and closing as words failed him, his submissive gaze dropping to the glistening juices on her chin while his cock twitched helplessly in her grasp. She laughed then, a rich, throaty sound that vibrated through her ample curves and sent her belly rippling against him, the hot gust of her breath washing over his flushed face.

"Or do you not want to serve me, little one?" Mara asked with pretended coyness, arching one brow as her grip slowed to a teasing stroke, her free hand lifting another strip of meat to her lips. Livek's heart pounded with eager submission, the ache in his core overriding his nerves as he blurted, "I do—I want to serve you, Mara, in any way you command." Her laughter softened into approval, and she pulled him closer still, her heavy breasts mashing against his arm while her strokes quickened with renewed intent, the savannah's heat and the wet sounds of her chewing enveloping them as Utilnor's distant nod faded further into irrelevance.

Livek's breath hitched sharply at her quickening strokes, his cock throbbing hot and slick in her firm grip as precum smeared across her fingers with each deliberate pump. "I- I have to go, I s-still n-need to do much more planning!" he stammered, voice cracking with desperate urgency even as his hips betrayed him by rocking into her palm. Mara's thick thigh clamped down heavier across his lap, pinning him in place with unyielding weight, the soft bulk of her belly pressing insistently against his side while she moaned low and throaty into the curve of his neck. Her hot, meat-scented breath washed over his skin in heavy pants, her free hand sliding up to tweak his nipple through the thin leather before trailing lower to cup his balls with possessive squeeze, fingers rolling them gently as she nipped at his earlobe.

"Mmm, not yet, little one," she purred, her voice thick with lazy dominance, her strokes never slowing even as Livek squirmed under the crushing heat of her leg. The wet sounds of her chewing filled the space between them, juices dripping from her chin onto his shoulder, but her grip tightened just enough to keep him trembling on the edge. Then, with a sudden shove of her broad hip, she toppled him forward; Livek's face planted into the packed dirt with a soft thud, his ass raised slightly as she laughed, deep and rolling, before letting out a loud, meaty belch that echoed across the camp. Her bare foot connected with his rear in a firm kick, sending him sprawling further. "Go on then, run back to your maps if you must," she chuckled, belching again as she settled back onto the mat. "But remember who owns that eager cock of yours."

Livek scrambled to his feet on shaky legs, face flushed and dirt-streaked, his aching erection straining visibly against his loincloth as he hurried back toward Jaith and Utilnor. Mara watched him go with a satisfied smirk, tearing into another strip of meat with noisy relish, her laughter trailing after him like a claim. The shaman's beads rattled faintly as Livek knelt once more, forcing his scattered thoughts toward the migration routes and flood notations, though the phantom heat of her touch lingered on his skin and the echo of her command pulsed hot in his veins.

Livek's breath steadied as Utilnor leaned closer, beads clinking softly against his weathered chest while the shaman's gnarled finger traced the etched lines on the stone map once more. "These flood notations you've added show real foresight, boy—the northern trails marked in ochre will spare the scouts needless risk when the rains press in. Jaith's tallies align well with this; three days of gathering should see the elders stocked before the herds shift south." Livek nodded, his voice low and focused as he replied, "The southern watering holes will anchor the migration if we prioritize the lower paths first, ensuring the women can forage without straining the scouts." Yet even as he spoke, his gaze drifted subtly toward Mara, a submissive flush warming his cheeks at the memory of her grip, his cock still half-hard and aching beneath the loincloth as her distant laughter mingled with the wet sounds of her chewing.

Mara's voice sliced through the discussion again, commanding and laced with that spoiled edge that made his stomach clench in eager submission. "Livek, these plans bore me—come back here and explain how you'll adjust them for my hunt, or must I drag you over myself?" She patted the mat beside her broad hip once more, her thick fingers glistening with grease as she beckoned, her ample belly shifting with each lazy bite of meat. Heart pounding, Livek rose on unsteady legs, the phantom stroke of her earlier touch lingering like fire along his shaft, and stepped closer until her musky scent enveloped him. Her hand claimed his wrist with possessive strength, pulling him down into the warm press of her thigh, where her free palm settled high on his leg again, fingers teasing the edge of his loincloth as she murmured, "That's better, apprentice. Now tell me every detail while I indulge—your future chieftain demands it."

The erotic tension coiled tighter as Mara's dominant gaze locked onto his, her thick thigh hooking over his knee to draw him nearer still, the soft weight of her breast brushing his arm with sweat-slick warmth. Livek's submissive pulse quickened, words tumbling out in a hesitant rush about resource counts and migration routes even as her breath—hot and meat-scented—washed over his ear, her fingers tracing idle circles that sent fresh jolts of arousal through him. Jaith's soft chuckle from nearby faded into the background, leaving only the savannah's heat and the raw pull of her command, his body yielding instinctively to the dominant chieftain's daughter whose gluttonous satisfaction only heightened the intimate charge between them.

Mara shifted her bulk with a languid sigh, her thick thighs spreading wider on the mat as she complained, "My arms tire from all this reaching, apprentice—feed me properly and ease the ache in my belly while you speak of these tiresome plans." She reclined fully, one meat-slicked hand coming to rest atop the soft, jiggling swell of her stomach while the other draped across her side, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each breath, nipples pebbled against the sweat-damp leather. Livek's submissive heart raced as he obeyed without hesitation, reaching for a glistening strip of gazelle fat and pressing it gently to her parted lips; she accepted it with a low moan that vibrated through her curves, chewing noisily as his free hand settled on the warm, yielding expanse of her belly, rubbing in slow circles that sank into the plush rolls of fat.

Her voice emerged husky and spoiled between swallows, "That's it, little one—rub deeper, make your future chieftain comfortable while you detail how my hunts will thrive under your caution." She belched wetly, the meaty gust washing over him as her laughter rumbled, shaking her ample form and pressing her belly firmer into his palm. Livek continued feeding her, his fingers tracing the taut skin beneath the soft layer as she moaned again, juices trailing down her chin, all while murmuring lazy commands like, "Slower with that hand, or I'll have Jaith double your duties for neglecting me." The savannah heat clung to them, her musky arousal mingling with the fatty scents as Utilnor's distant beads rattled faintly, the shaman's earlier approval on the flood notations lingering unspoken between Livek's focused words on migration routes.

Her touch returned soon after, one thick hand sliding beneath his loincloth to grip his cock once more in possessive strokes while the other guided his wrist to continue rubbing her belly; she belched again mid-moan, the sound deep and throaty as her fingers worked him with lazy dominance. "Keep feeding me, or I'll claim that eager shaft for my hunt instead," she teased threateningly, laughing as her palm squeezed his balls before resuming the firm pumps, her body quivering with each noisy chew. Livek's breath hitched in submission, his hand never faltering on her soft, jiggling flesh as they spoke of tallies and paths, her moans and belches punctuating the charged air until the tribal camp faded to nothing but their entwined heat and her commanding purrs.

Livek's breath hitched in submission, his hand never faltering on her soft, jiggling flesh as they spoke of tallies and paths, her moans and belches punctuating the charged air until the tribal camp faded to nothing but their entwined heat and her commanding purrs. Mara's fingers soon wandered with lazy intent, tracing slow paths up his thighs to the sensitive skin of his sides before sliding higher to brush his neck, her long nails grazing lightly at first then pressing in with possessive weight that sent shivers racing through him. Livek offered another strip of meat to her lips, watching her chew with noisy satisfaction as his palm continued its rhythmic rubbing on her belly, the plush warmth yielding under his touch while her arousal-scented musk thickened the air between them.

He chuckled nervously, voice low amid the savannah's distant hum, "I thought your arms were tired, Mara—yet here they are claiming every inch of me." Her response came swift and sharp, nails clawing playfully across his side in a stinging rake that made him gasp, her dominant laugh rumbling as she pinned him with a glare. "Shut up, apprentice, and keep feeding me," she ordered, her tone laced with spoiled authority that only deepened his submissive flush. They spoke more of the migration routes and scout tallies, Livek pressing another glistening piece to her mouth while her hands resumed their exploration, stroking his thighs and neck with deliberate pressure that kept his cock twitching hard beneath the loincloth.

Eventually her grip eased, one hand dropping heavily onto her belly with a soft slap and the other resting on her side as she belched loudly, the meaty gust washing over him. "Better now?" she asked with a lazy smirk, reclining fully as her body quivered with fresh indulgence. Livek obeyed without pause, feeding her another bite and rubbing deeper into the soft rolls, his submissive gaze flicking up to hers before dropping as her moans filled the space, punctuated by more belches and throaty laughs. "That's it, little one—rub harder while you tell me how you'll serve after my hunt," she purred dominantly, her thick form shifting under his touch as the erotic pull between them tightened, her commands and gluttonous sounds drawing him ever deeper into yielding devotion.

Livek's palm sank deeper into the plush, yielding expanse of Mara's belly, his fingers kneading the soft rolls of fat with rhythmic pressure that drew another low moan from her throat. The sound vibrated through her curves, rich with gluttonous satisfaction as she accepted the next strip of meat from his fingers, chewing noisily while her thick thighs shifted to pin his hip more firmly against her. Her laughter followed, deep and rolling, shaking her heavy breasts against his arm as juices trailed down her chin onto the sweat-slicked swell beneath his hand. "That's it, little one—press harder right there, make every inch of your chieftain's daughter feel your devotion while you whisper those careful plans in my ear."

Her dominant gaze locked onto his with predatory heat, and Livek's submissive glance dropped instinctively, cheeks flushing as his cock throbbed untouched beneath the loincloth, the ache building from the sheer weight of her command. "Uhm, and then we'll clear the forest near the buffalo herds, Ultinor thought that'd be a really good idea spiritually too, and..." Mara smirked at the words without looking away, belching wetly into Livek's face before pulling him closer by the wrist, her free hand sliding possessively up his thigh. "Hear that? Even the old one knows how well you serve. Now tell me how you'll adjust the tallies to keep my hunts fat and full when I return, or I'll have you rubbing lower still until your voice breaks."

Her belly quivered under his touch as she laughed again, the musky scent of her arousal thickening between her parted thighs, drawing Livek's yielding body nearer with every slow circle of his palm.

Her belly quivered under his touch as she laughed again, the musky scent of her arousal thickening between her parted thighs, drawing Livek's yielding body nearer with every slow circle of his palm. Mara tugged him firmly against her, one thick arm wrapping around his waist to pull him half atop her soft, jiggling form, her heavy breasts mashing warmly into his chest as his breath caught in sudden panic. His heart hammered wildly, cheeks burning crimson while his hands trembled against her belly, the submissive rush making his cock twitch hard beneath the loincloth as nerves flooded him in a dizzying wave. "Mmm, look at you, so flustered already," she moaned low and throaty, her fingers tracing slow, possessive paths across his side, nails grazing the sensitive skin there with deliberate pressure that sent shivers racing down his spine. "You're adorable like this, little one— all nervous and eager under your future chieftain."

Livek's voice cracked as he stammered, "M-Mara, I... I can't think when you—ah," his words faltering into a whimper as she pressed closer, her hot breath panting against his ear in heavy, meat-scented gusts while her moans vibrated through her ample curves. "That's it, keep rubbing deeper," she purred dominantly, her hand sliding higher to cup his ass possessively as she nipped at his jaw. "Or I'll have you on your knees feeding me from the ground next time, threatening to keep that pretty cock aching until you beg properly." He responded in a rush of nervous compliance, "Y-yes, whatever you want, Mara—I'll adjust the tallies, anything," his palms kneading her plush rolls with frantic devotion even as her lazy threats and intimate whispers like "You'll serve every inch of me when I wake, or else" made his pulse spike in panicked submission. They lingered in that heated tangle, her breathing growing heavier with each moan and belch, Livek's replies tumbling out in shaky whispers until her thick hand shoved him upright with a casual push, leaving her reclining fully on the mat.

"I grow tired apprentice, feed me more strips and don't stop rubbing," Mara murmured sleepily, her voice thick with spoiled indulgence as she settled back, eyes half-lidded. Livek obeyed at once, pressing meat to her lips with one hand while the other worked slow circles over her belly. Eventually her soft snores began rumbling up from her chest as the savannah light faded around them. Her ample form rose and fell in deep, even breaths, loud and heavy with each snore that shook her curves, leaving him kneeling beside her in the quiet camp as her gluttonous satisfaction claimed her at last.

Desires of the Savannah: A stone age princess and her servant