Danga the hunter of the Jengo tribe. Ritual of grace before wedding trip and departure

The Red Pomegranate Tavern attracts numerous adventurers every day.

In this place, where reputation is reputation and strong men of many battles gather, heavy armour, magical tools, great swords, long spears and a few unusual outfits are not a matter of concern.

But that day, he was an exception.

"Here GA ............ HA, POMEGRANATE, is it?"

The man visited the counter, speaking an unfamiliar shared language in a low, powerful voice.

His upper body, with its muscularly developed pectoral muscles and mountainous trapezius muscles, is almost completely exposed, as is his lower body. His hairy skin is smooth and shiny, accentuating the shadows of his muscles.

The degree of exposure is almost as perverse as being completely naked. But there is no shame on his face. Rather, the man opens his mouth again with an air of dignity.

"MY NAME is ......, Danga ......!　I AM THE ............ hunter OF the Jengo."

He faltered, but with an imposingly serious face, he volunteered to be registered at the Pomegranate Pavilion of Anger.

Jengo hunters.

The tavern buzzed again at his words.

Some of the more educated men understood his competence from the information alone.

"The Jengo Warrior's wedding trip, eh ......?"

One man murmured.

The Danga, as an even more select group of hunters, had left their familiar lands to spread their superior species.

The Deep Jungle, a huge jungle area in the far south of the capital.

The home of the Jengo hunters exists in this forest, where many different tribes live.

As is common among hunter-gatherers, they also have a so-called harem structure with a strong male at the top, who usually marries early and has several offspring.

As the best male of his generation, Danga fit the bill perfectly.

The bow from his stiff-arms could accurately kill its prey, and his physical strength was as strong as that of a giant predator. He takes good care of his children and enjoys the respect and love of both the women and men in the village.

Four days before his departure, he sat in the centre of the village, having brought back another successful catch that day, and everyone from the women and men who adore him, to children and the elderly, gathered around.

He smiled with a toothy grin, as if he was good at what he did, and the whole village erupted in festive shouts.

Among them, young men and women lovingly approached Danga as if to praise his bravery, and then wiped the dirt from his skin and painstakingly applied the Jengo's traditional ointment.

They touched the skin, not only on the upper half of the body but also on the lower half, as if it would be disrespectful not to do so.

Danga was unafraid of any beast, but at that hour he would shut his mouth, put away his teeth and become muffled and quiet.

He was, in our language, a 'shy' man.

He was a very good male, but he was also a very good male, and in his Man's buds, which were underwear made from milking plants, he had an erect penis that looked as if it was about to spill out.

--He has never touched a man, let alone a woman. He is unmarried and a virgin.

The reason he has not started a family with a woman past his village age is partly due to his innate shyness, but also because he was almost certain that he would be assigned to a wedding trip.

The Jengo have an unusual ritual.

The Jengo have an unusual ritual: the existence of a journey, which is translated as a wedding trip.

The term 'wedding trip' has a different meaning from the so-called honeymoon.

They are not a people of one place, but a people who have been continuously sown and reflected from far away.

The best men of the tribe would set out from their villages to spread their superior offspring to the outside world and increase their progeny there.

The marriage travel ritual took place once every ten years, and the man chosen would be the best and most vigorous man in the tribe.

And they are also required to be literally 'vigorous'.

Dunga' was the one man who met all of these requirements.

Night fell and Danga went where he was.

His lower body ............ little Man's buds penis case had been erect all day.

Before the departure, which was this wedding trip, the last rites were about to take place.

It was the ritual of grace.

".................."

The men were gathered in a hut situated on the highest point of the village.

Muscular young men, not as strong as Danga, were waiting for him, their eyes glowing.

Every single one of them was erect and had a boiling male odour rising from their bodies.

From now on, for three days and three nights, they would obtain semen from Danga's body.

The excitement and abstinence filled the hut with a strange, heavy, thick atmosphere.

As the term 'grace ritual' implies, it is a ceremony of inheritance and bestowal from one man to a number of men. In other words, the dunga chosen for the wedding trip will now share his semen with the men of the village's age. The idea is to get his semen to the people before the best males leave the village.

Danga finally removed the penis case of the Man's buds in front of them.

Danga had not bathed for the past month or so, and had also remained celibate, as it is believed that the vigour is washed away along with the dirt.

A long, grotesque, yet unused penis is revealed. A cry of admiration goes up. Hearing this, Danga's cock erected even harder.

He loved females, but he was also aroused by the idea of fucking a male. Of course, he had no experience even with a male partner.

A desire that had been smoldering for years was finally fulfilled today. The excitement was indescribable.

"...!!!!!!!"

One of the men took the tip of Danga's penis in his cheek.

The warm, thick, elastic parts finally met.

Danga endured. He gritted his teeth and strained his magnificent lower body, which was able to leap over the boar's thrusts.

One lick, two licks, then a third ......

"---!!!!!!!!!"

Without waiting for the third time, Danga's meat stick easily spat out thick and strong male seed juice.

Danga, Jengo's strongest hunter. His first sex - an entanglement that could hardly be called sex - lasted only a few dozen seconds.

But no man would ridicule it as pathetic.

Danga's cock was still stiff and erect after his ejaculation, staring at the men like a spear.

Then all at once the men pounced on Danga.

In the buttocks, in the sides, in the navel.

Tongues dug into every nook and cranny.

Flesh rods, testicles, soles of feet.

Fingers reached out to sensitive places.

Danga ejaculated easily each time, raining semen down on the men.

Her face was clenched at first, but by the time she had ejaculated three times, she was completely stunned with pleasure and was panting, her mouth pursing disgustingly.

But that did not dampen Danga's cock. And he was not defeated by the men.

His inexhaustible strength and vigour were truly a hundredfold.

In this case, ejaculating too soon was tantamount to the outstanding skill of raining arrows down on him.

He was squeezed for three days and three nights by the young men.

He would be squeezed while eating, sleep as if in a stupor, and wake up by being squeezed.

He continued to satisfy them for three days and three nights until finally the last one fell before Danga.

"Ooooooh ............!!!"

At the very end, Danga ejaculated himself for the first time.

It was so massive and violent that it was hard to believe that several hundred ejaculations had taken place.

Although his face was completely drowned in pleasure, he continued to stand up straight, as if he was still standing up for his tribal pride and traditions.

The sun rose and the day of departure finally arrived.

By then, their entire settlement was filled with the smell of Danga's male juices.

"MY NAME is ......, Danga ......!　I AM THE ............ hunter OF the Jengo."

And so he was now in the Red Pomegranate Tavern.

Although bartering is the predominant way of life in Jengo, he knew gold as a matter of knowledge.

But he had no idea how much of it he would need.

For the experience befitting a strong warrior.

For money to build a good settlement.

He decided to take refuge in a guild of adventurers.

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