Banished Hero: I just want to live in peace on a deserted island
Chapter 28: The Bet’s Payment (+18)

Chapter 28: Chapter 28: The Bet’s Payment (+18)

Manaia hugged me from behind, her soft body pressing against mine as we continued watching the sun set on the horizon.

"I hope they can grow after this," I told her, my voice barely a whisper. "The path to becoming strong is hard."

"I know, Jax, that’s why I support your decisions. You’re the leader we need," she replied, her warm breath on my neck.

"I saw too many people fall in these past years," I continued, my gaze fixed on the reddish sky. "Many were due to carelessness, they fell into such dumb traps, and others out of pity. If there’s one thing my time in that damn kingdom taught me, it’s that if you hesitate to kill your enemies, the only thing waiting for you is death. I don’t want them to suffer the same fate."

Manaia moved in front of me, leaning her entire body against mine as she took my hands so I could wrap my arms around her from behind. "I know you’ll do the right thing. If you need help giving an order that’s hard for you, don’t hesitate to tell me. I can help you do the dirty work if necessary."

Listening to Manaia’s soft voice, I began to feel the softness of her body more and more, the curve of her hips against my thighs as she rested her head on my shoulder. A wave of arousal started to surge through my entire body.

"By the way, Manaia, don’t forget our bet," I whispered, turning slightly to look at her.

Her eyes gleamed mischievously. "I’m ready to pay you. Let’s go to my hut."

I shook my head. "No. Follow me."

We walked together along the beach, leaving the murmur of the village behind. We ventured into a deeper corner, where a sturdy tree stood alone. From there, the village looked like a distant cluster of lights.

"Why here?" Manaia asked, her voice a little breathless with anticipation.

"I want to do it out in the open," I said, my voice hoarse.

She smiled, a slow, sensual curve. "I can’t say no, can I? I’ll do whatever you ask."

The sun had almost set; the sky was painted red, and the first shadows of night decorated the atmosphere, making it feel romantic. I gently pushed her against the rough tree trunk.

My hands slid up her thighs, lifting her dress until the fabric bunched at her waist. I kissed her neck, the sweet scent of salt and her soft skin filling my senses. My hands didn’t stay still and I began to explore both delicious mounds, pressing them lightly. I could feel her nipples starting to harden. I kept massaging her tits while gently biting her right earlobe. I could feel Manaia beginning to tremble with arousal.

My right hand slowly descended across her belly until it touched her panties, which felt wet from Manaia’s arousal.

"Jax..."

"Ahhh..!"

Two of my fingers entered her secret garden, making her moan with pleasure. Her face began to turn towards the sky as she gasped. I sped up, going in and out, making a large amount of love juice flow from her pussy, dripping down her thighs.

"Open your legs wider."

Manaia immediately obeyed, spreading her legs so I could continue stimulating her pussy. Her gaze was lost and her eyes unfocused. A finger slid a little further, brushing against her asshole.

"Not there!" she gasped, tensing up.

"There’s nothing to be ashamed of," I whispered, gently tilting her even more. I put her on all fours against the trunk, her ass raised and tempting. I knelt behind her, lowering my head to kiss and lick the entrance to her asshole. Manaia moaned, a mix of surprise and pleasure. My lips moved persistently, exciting her more and more. Without wasting time, I started to put my fingers in and out even faster to drive her crazy with pleasure.

"Yesss.. Jax...!"

"Suck harder. I never thought getting your ass licked would be so delicious."

That big ass kept urging me to suck it harder. I used my free hand to knead, squeeze, and spank her ass repeatedly, making Manaia unable to hold back anymore, and she gushed, drenching my face with her love juices.

Manaia’s legs were weak and trembling like spaghetti, unable to stand. I wrapped my hand around her waist, preventing her from falling to the ground, and with my other hand, I unzipped my pants, letting them drop and my dick emerge, showing itself in all its glory.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I positioned myself behind her; my dick began to push its way between her big butt cheeks until it rested at the wet entrance of her vagina. With a powerful thrust, I plunged into her, pleasure coursing through every fiber of my being as our bodies united against the rough tree bark. Her moans echoed in the night air as I intensely pumped her vagina, the sound of flesh slapping was delicious, in addition to the wet sound of my dick entering and leaving her vagina. My hands kneaded her tits and her big ass, squeezing and spanking it again and again to mark them as my personal property.

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While we gave ourselves over to pleasure, not far away, by a small lake (not a forge, as previously mentioned, but near the forge), the blacksmith Tala worked in silence. She was looking for fine sand from the small lake to repair the rusty goblin knives. Tala wanted to support the village, and it was the only way she found.

Suddenly, muffled but unmistakable sounds reached her ears from the direction of the beach. Moans and rhythmic gasps. Tala stopped, sweat glistening on her forehead, and her clothes soaked with the cold lake water.

"These two just make you want it..." she muttered to herself, with a sly smile. Her eyes fixed on the forge fire, which glowed with a familiar heat. With a sigh, she sat on a stool, her muscular legs spread slightly. A hand slowly slid under her leather apron, seeking solace in the solitude of the night.

"I want a dick too...!" Tala shouted into the night as if complaining to the moon about her loneliness.