Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy.

"Toga! Toga! Toga!"

A fervent air filled the village as chants and dancing festivities began in unison with Devon's painting of the coconut-bearing amazon woman Alina. Few things in the world could compare to the sheer energy in the air during a festival, and this shrine-painting festival was turning out to be a lot more energetic than at first, the bonfire light flickering as the late afternoon night sky darkened into a starry sky.

Having hooked off Alina's leather bikini from the top with his own penis as a hooking mechanism, Devon marveled at the jiggly bountifulness of nature's harvest, some of his precum oozing out from the tip of his cock.

He had left a vertical upwards sweeping line of black pigment on her body, a stroke of painting on a female body canvas. Beside him was a conical pile of the black ash colored pigment, deposited there by two doting amazon guards while he was busy rubbing his cock on the villager's body.

"Please, re-dab your phallus," the amazon guard said, guiding Devon through the strange yet exciting ritual.

Devon took his penis-brush and dabbed it into the soft clay-like powder, reveling in the coolness and mild sensation of it, before he lifted it back up and onto the amazon woman's body again. He was now basically sitting on top of her chest, trying to be careful not to put too much of his weight down on her for fear of causing her discomfort from his weight. But the coconut-bearing amazon woman Alina was quite the large beauty, as were all of the women in this village save for the children, who were all tucked away safe and sound within their tents and completely oblivious of the orgy-like festivities of the adults that were occurring right outside the tents.

The amazon female children were of varying sizes and heights, ranging from child-sized like normal humans to a bit abnormally tall compared to the average human adolescent. But the adults like Alina were all quite tall, sporting slender-voluptuous bodies that had a hint of muscle from the jungle faring nature of their living.

Simply put, Devon realized that it probably wouldn't cause her so much discomfort if he sat down a little on her chest. He relaxed some of his weight, carefully shifting some onto Alina's ribcage as she let out a light oof sound, but was otherwise okay.

Looking at her body from a more figurative point of view, Devon tried to envision the best way that he could proceed with his dick-brush. The whole village was hyping the shrine ritual up, so he wanted to do well and not embarrass himself. He slapped his dick onto her left nipple, leaving a dab of black powder there, then did the same with a spot just above her right nipple, on the meaty and bountiful coconut flesh that resided on her chest.

His dick was beginning to twitch uncontrollably from the sensual nature of the whole endeavor. Trying to keep his composure, Devon attempted to stay professional. But his lust was a bit strong.

He placed his dick between Alina's jiggy and bountiful breasts, and moved it to the left and right, reveling in how her breasts bounced and jiggled with each swipe of his cock. Pressing a little further down, Devon felt his dick sink right in between her cleavage. Devon found his hips moving on their own, as his penis thrust up and down Alina's cleavage, coming closer to her glossy lips every time that he thrust up. With another thrust, his penis grazed her lips, leaving a hint of the black pigment powder on her bottom lip. With a sultry move of her tongue, Alina licked off the black pigment powder and swallowed it.

Devon already realized that whatever the powder was had to be safe to eat, since it was very mild and seemed kind of like a more palatable version of baking soda. However, there was a hint of pre-cum on her lips too…

She just swallowed his pre-cum, Devon thought. He gulped, his dick raising to full attention. With each thrust of his hips, he tried to bring them further up towards her mouth for another accidental grazing with her lips. He touched them briefly with a thrust, and then again with another thrust. Soon, every single thrust managed to connect the tip of his cock with her lips and were almost pushing into her mouth.

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