Chapter 88: Hey, Kanan, if you breed me, I’ll give you a child, deal?

Kanan and Viola did not manage to tickle Glena that morning.

After finishing breakfast, they tried to sneak up on her. Unfortunately, the floor creaked, and they were blasted with water, which drenched them and their clothes.

Viola didn’t mind being naked, but Kanan didn’t plan on walking around the village with his dick hanging out, not that anyone would care, so he had to find some new tribal pants to wear.

"I’ll be back home later. Please try to stay off your feet for long periods of time, Aunt Glena. But if you do want a foot massage, I wouldn’t mind giving it to you."

"Oooo! Me! Give me a foot massage." Viola was especially sensitive to Kanan’s foot massages.

One time, she was so into it that she came so hard and squirted on his face. Of course, he had to fuck her silly after that.

That hot, passionate sex was now instilled in their brains.

"We can’t mate afterwards, Viola."

"I know," She grumbled. "But the feeling is so amazing that I want to do it again; the foot massage that is."

"Okay, I’ll give you one tonight. Just don’t squirt in my face again."

"Hehe, no promises."

Kanan waved them goodbye, then went to work.

His schedule wasn’t as full as it used to be since he no longer had to breed women for the time being.

The Breeding Ceremony had been put on pause around a month and a half ago, with the first woman who he had bred, Hala, being around five months along by this point.

It was the talk of the village, actually, the women Kanan had bred.

Though only ten of them, word got around fast about how amazing he was and how good he made them feel.

Apparently, the women talked about how thick his semen was, how good it tasted, how long he could last mating, and how much he could cum. They also talked about the many positions he would put them in and the sheer amount of stimulation he put them through that made them orgasm like crazy.

Thanks to Lord Nemean the Second, the Villagers knew what cumming, orgasms, and so on were. So when the women described that Kanan’s Breeding Ceremonies were similar to the story passed on by Great Warrior Yula, Lord Nemean’s Mate, every woman now wanted to mate with Kanan.

Of course, they all had wanted to before, but now, they really wanted to.

Nia and Anna were busy writing a list of women for Kanan to breed next after the current batch gave birth.

Sometimes, some women would even try to seduce him to get pregnant with his child. It nearly worked a few times.

When he told Viola and Glena about this, they were extremely confused.

You might think that they were wondering why a woman was hitting on him since he already had a mate, but nope. They were confused about why Kanan didn’t breed her.

After all, in their eyes, his seed was sacred and was to be shared with the women of the village. Their future did depend on his descendants according to their gods.

"Heya, Kanan." A villager passed by.

"Good morning."

"Aye, Kanan, good to see you."

"Good to see you too!" Kanan smiled

"How are Glena and Viola, Kanan? They should be giving birth soon, right?"

"That’s right. I’m a bit nervous and excited at the same time. But hey, I’m glad I get to be a father!"

"That’s the spirit!"

It was a tradition at this point, walking around the village to greet his people. Everyone was so cheerful and happy. Though many had lost their loved ones in the battle recently, they were able to move forward and smile.

Even the Typhon Tribe could walk around freely now. They still got a few stares, but it wasn’t as bad as it used to be.

And just like with his own people, Kanan greeted them with respect and kindness as well.

"Morning, you all." Kanan waved.

"Ah, good morning, Shaman Kanan."

"Greetings, Shaman Kanan."

"There’s no need to be so formal. Kanan is just fine." Though he said this, he could see the hesitant smile on their faces. So, he didn’t push. They would come along at their own pace. All he had to do was wait.

"Kanan, good morning. I was just getting ready to look for you."

"Hello, Telah. What is it that you wish to talk about? Anything you and your people need?"

She shook her head. "It’s nothing like that. We are being treated well, and our living situation is honestly better than it was before, even in our ruined village."

"I’m glad to hear that. So, what’s up? Wanna go hunting or something? Just don’t have it be a spirit tiger; I don’t want to nearly die and fall into another spirit spring. Hmm, actually, that wouldn’t be too bad an idea."

"It is nothing like that. Our people actually wish to be included more in your practices."

Kanan furrowed his brows, curiosity lurking all over his face. "Oh? And what do you wish to be included in?"

"For starters, the hunting competition that you host."

"Ahh, that."

Every six months, there was a hunting competition that took place. People would hunt the strongest beast they could find, and whoever won got a reward. It had been put on hold ever since the Typhon Tribe was spotted near the village those months back.

Now that Kanan was thinking about it, it was during the time when he was struck by lightning.

That was almost a year ago. It was only recently that Chief Solan announced the return of the hunting competition.

"No problem. We can bring it up in the next council meeting."

Telah nodded. "There is something else."

"What’s up?"

"Your Breeding Ceremonies."

"Mhmm, what about them?"

"You see, some of the Nemean women are friends with our Typhon women, so word got around about your sacred duty. After speaking about it to my people, we were wondering if our women could participate in these ceremonies as well."

"Oh...OHHHHH...So let me get this straight. You want me to breed the women of the Typhon Tribe?"