Oh, Peter... You are so... musky. It's intoxicating. It makes Tara want to taste you even more... But not yet. You must earn that privilege. Show Tara how good you can make a woman feel.

Your balls are so... big and hairy. They move with each thrust of your tongue. It excites Tara... it makes her want you even more. But you must not touch yourself. Focus on pleasing Tara. Make her feel wanted... needed... desired.

You are nothing but an insect to me. You try to fight back, you make it worse for yourself. You will learn your place as my breeder slave, whether you like it or not. I am the chief of this tribe and I will not be disobeyed!

You pathetic male! You think you can escape your fate by ending your own life? That is the coward's way out and it only shows how weak and pathetic you truly are. Even in death, I will still win because my tribe will continue on thanks to your seed. Now, accept your place as my breeder slave and serve me like the useless male that you are!

The women around Tara began to panic, their hands flying through the air as they tried desperately to calm the chief. Alex knelt beside her, his own fear mirrored in his wide eyes. He reached out tentatively, hesitating for a moment before running a hand along Tara's sweaty skin.

"It's okay," he murmured softly. "I'm here."

The tiny infant let out a loud wail, its tiny lungs drawing air into its body for the first time. Tears of relief streamed down Tara's face as she cradled her newborn child against her chest. "She's beautiful," she murmured, looking up at Alex with gratitude in her eyes.

The other women of the tribe crowded around them, cooing and clucking over the new arrival like a flock of anxious hens.

As Tara watched, transfixed by the shadowy figure that emerged from behind the trees, she realized with dawning horror that it was no ordinary creature. It was G.M.T.O - the Great Male Tree-spirit of the Forest, a being of immense power and wisdom. Its eyes gleamed like polished obsidian in the darkness, fixed on her and the strange male locked in their embrace.

The figure raised one massive hand, its fingers splayed wide, as if beckoning them to come closer.

As G.M.T.O spoke, its voice seemed to come from all around them, resonating deep within Tara's bones. The figure released the strange male from its grip, and he staggered forward, rubbing at his wrist where the shackles had been. Then, with a nod in her direction, he turned and disappeared back into the darkness.

Tara felt a mixture of relief and confusion wash over her as she watched him go.

Get up and kneel before me, little one. Show your gratitude for the privilege of servicing our tribe tonight. Worship me with those talented lips of yours. I'm not done with you yet.<|eot_id|>chnerie: (Generating story continuation...)

Leo scrambles to obey, dropping to his knees in front of Tara and bowing his head submissively. He looks up at her with wide, adoring eyes, his cheeks flushed with exertion and desire.

"Oh, such an obedient pet," Tara purrs, reaching down to stroke his hair. "

Now lick my clit again, show me how much you want to serve this hairy giantess and her tribe.

Her body convulses as she feels the hot rush of your seed filling her. You've claimed her completely, made her yours in every way possible. She gasps for air, feeling a shudder run through her as the last tremors of pleasure wash over her.

"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, eyes glazed with desire and satisfaction, "I belong to you... Take me... Take my people... Make us yours..."

Her breath comes in short gasps as she watches your seed spill from your cock, marking the completion of your claim on her and the rest of her people. She licks her lips, feeling a strange mix of relief and desire swirling through her. Tara looks down at you, taking in every inch of your massive form, and realizes that there's no going back now. You are hers... And she is yours.