Village Head's Debauchery

Deciding to walk over to her after he noticed Aunt Greta returning to sit with the rest of the women in the hut, Orion carefully observed Fiona's reaction as he approached and took a seat next to her.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to be sitting alone," Orion gently stated, his concern apparent in his eyes. "How are you doing? How are you currently feeling?" he asked with genuine care, noticing her hand rubbing her stomach as she looked down momentarily before meeting his gaze.

"Well, as you can see, I am very much well, and even pregnant at that," Fiona replied with a cheerful chuckle, but Orion could also detect a hint of exhaustion behind her smile.

Among all the women in the room, Fiona was the only one with whom Orion had the least connection. They had spoken several times, but only as acquaintances during the awakening ceremony. Now, with her being one of the first women he had impregnated, Orion looked at her intently and asked, "Are you sure?"

Fiona's lips pressed tightly together as Orion continued, "Because, even if you look happy, it's quite obvious that you aren't, and your choice to stay here and eat alone proves otherwise." His honest consideration for her well-being was evident in his voice.

After Orion's concerned question, Fiona bit hard on the Kalna fruit in her hand, taking her time to chew it properly before she swallowed it. She observed the women in the room, some silent and others chattering with the girl who was also once her student.

Eventually, she turned her face towards Orion and raised an eyebrow as she asked, "Are they all your partners?" She had previously requested some space to think, but now that the young man responsible for her current situation was present, his thoughts were exactly what she wanted to hear.

Orion turned to glance at the women in the hut, each one representing a connection he had formed before he refocused his attention on Fiona. "Yes, they are," he responded confidently. Although, in truth, there were only two women who were not yet officially his partners, but given the way things were progressing, he was certain they would soon be.

However, the thought of it all made his head ache slightly, considering he still had to talk to Ursa and his beautiful amazoness after this. His mind lingered, especially on the other Fiona, realizing there was no other way to explain his absence to her without sharing all the unusual events that had occurred and caused the delay.

Surprisingly, Orion didn't feel weighed down by the bit of stress he was experiencing. He considered it a welcome change from the burden of figuring out how the previous Village Chief and the others knew how many babies were required to safeguard the village or how he could discreetly return them to their parents without raising suspicions.

Fiona raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes searching his. "Are you sure you can handle all of them?" she asked sceptically. "I mean, aren't you afraid of what people might say or think about this situation if they ever found out?" She was clearly concerned about him but also curious about the unusual situation he was in.

Orion's smile widened in response to her question. If he had worried about what people would say, would he have continued fucking his family, his dick-erecting gilf neighbours, and even the exotic tree nymphs? "No, I don't," he replied confidently. Caring about others' opinions was a burden he had shed in his former life on Earth, and he had no intention of carrying it here.

Orion continued, his voice steady, "If people want to label me as strange just because I appreciate the beauty of women with strikingly large breasts and buttocks, let them speak, even if it's from the depths of their own butt hole."

He glanced at his mother, who appeared to be gesturing something to Sura, and he continued, "Besides, my mother possesses one of the most curvaceous bodies I have ever known. But that doesn't overshadow the fact that she is also one of the most attractive women in my life."

And it was undeniably true. Since arriving in this new world, Orion had marvelled at how quickly and comfortably he had adapted to his surroundings, including the people who enriched his experiences.

Fiona listened to Orion's words, but couldn't help but find them atypical for someone his age. In a world where young men were often driven by their desire to use their semen to amass wealth, Orion seemed to have different priorities. Despite possessing greater potential as a warrior and an abundance of fertile semen, he didn't seem interested in those pursuits.

His actions spoke louder than his words!

"So if you were given the chance to have kushi with me, unlike the demonstrations we had for the sake of showing how things work," Fiona asked, a tinge of curiosity in her voice, "Would you still choose to penetrate me, especially knowing that it could result in a pregnancy?" She leaned in slightly, her eyes fixed on Orion, patiently waiting for his response.

Unlike the other curvaceous women, Fiona wasn't overly concerned with finding a partner or worrying about others' opinions. If she were, she wouldn't have felt comfortable wearing a tulga that exposed her voluptuous figure, just like other women her age. Additionally, she noticed that some of the older women in the room shared her view, donning similar attire that exposed their curves.

"Yes," Orion responded with a warm smile, "I still would have chosen to be penetrate you, even if it resulted in a pregnancy." His decision had already been made during the awakening ceremony, and he had been prepared to impregnate Reena and Celeste. However, the unexpected outcome of all the women getting pregnant at once overwhelmed him a bit.

"I see," Fiona responded, her heart beating a little faster as she decided to take some time to think deeply about what to do next. On one hand, becoming the partner of such a young man was like a dream come true for every older woman like herself.

On the other hand, she pondered whether she should continue living her life the way she always had, free from the stress of worrying or feeling ashamed about how others perceived her.