# Reigns over Barren Land

Author: Alfa_Barf
Tags: Greentext, Harem, Human, Sabretooth Tiger, Second Person, Tribal

[Greentext] Anon is the only male in a tribe of female saber tooth tigers, and his presence alone is enough to put them into heat. Unfortunately, one in particular is not fond of sharing him.

\>Man, is he furious  
\>You are working at the Museum of History and Technology as a temp job  
\>It's usually a pretty easy job: pick up trash, hand out maps, yell at kids to get off the displays  
\>But today the museum director is running all over absolutely steaming  
\>Most of the museum was shut down for renovations, and the exhibits were taken away for cleaning or repairing  
\>When the various artifacts and dioramas were returned everything had been put back all wrong  
\>Some artifacts were thrown onto the floor  
\>Some statues were blocking doorways  
\>And then there's exhibit 27C  
\>In what was supposed to be a section devoted mostly to dinosaurs, a bunch of other stuff is thrown into the scene so incompetently it had to be done intentionally  
\>Saber toothed tigers are chasing a stegosaurus  
\>Some kind of ancient pyramid is sitting on top of a tar pit  
\>Tribal fetishes and primitive fertility icons are hung on the “sky" that's supposed to be a nature backdrop for the scene  
\>Even a life-sized replica of the Rosetta Stone is tossed in there, because why not  
\>Well, according to one of the movers' excuses it was done because “it looked like cave drawings"  
\>"How the hell does this even happen!?" the director says  
\>Having an answer to that isn't exactly in your pay grade  
\>Unfortunately, you need to investigate anyway  
\>The whole staff is sent around the museum to catalog all the misplaced or missing displays, and you're in charge of 27C  
\>You can kind of see the thought process of how all the inaccuracies were made  
\>The movers clearly grew up with The Flintstones and based their arrangement off of the show  
\>You're examining the exhibit with clipboard in hand noting everything wrong about it  
\>When you duck behind the pyramid your heart stops  
\>Holy shit, is that a bomb!?  
\>There's a small, box-like device humming and vibrating on the floor  
\>You then notice the gyros on top, realizing it must be from the Technology wing  
\>But that's all the way on the other side of the museum  
\>Those were some pretty dumb movers  
\>The director deliberately said not to touch anything “unless you absolutely have to", but it's just going to drain electricity or overheat if you don't unplug it  
\>When you approach it, the gyros start spinning wildly  
\>The whole device lifts off the ground  
\>A white flash of light like an old camera goes off, and you pass out  
  
\>You awaken to the sound of insects buzzing, lying under the shade of enormous leaves  
\>There's a pool of murky water nearby with a pair of strange, goofy looking creatures eating the flora around it  
\>Wait, are those...dinosaurs?  
\>You don't know exactly what kind you're looking at, but with your mind on dinos just moments ago they can't be anything else  
\>Outside of the overgrowth are rolling hills and scattered vegetation  
\>Ancient wildlife everywhere  
\>Did you just go back in time?  
\>The dinos squeal in pain, and you see large spears sticking out of them  
\>You spin around, trying to see where the attack came from  
\>From out of the shrubbery creeps a burly feline with massive fangs  
\>A saber toothed tiger  
\>Walking on two legs?  
\>And obviously female  
\>Spear in hand, wearing a leather loincloth and a band around her furry breasts  
\>Jewelry adorns her body, and her head it topped with a feathered headdress  
\>Her muscular physique shows even through her dusty pelt  
\>There's a predatory, yet inquisitive look in her eyes as she stands guard with her spear aimed at you  
\>You don't think you could outrun her (or her weapon), so you stare her down hoping to buy a few extra seconds  
\>That's exactly what she wants  
\>By the time you sense the others behind you, you're already on the ground tangled in a net  
\>Four more of the felines, all female, dare you to make a move  
\>"What is this thing, Nassial?" one of the says  
\>Now they're talking in your language?  
\>They make room for the one you confronted first, Nassial  
\>She looms over you, blocking out the sun  
\>"Should we kill it?" one of the others says  
\>"Wait," both you and Nassial say in unison  
\>They all jump back in surprise  
\>"Now it's talking? In OUR tongue?"  
\>They look to Nassial for command, or some sort of answer  
\>"What ARE you?" the leader says  
\>The way her question rumbles is even more threatening than the dinosaurs and the other sabers with their spears combined  
\>Human, you try explaining  
\>"Are there any others like you nearby?"  
\>Yes?  
\>Maybe?  
\>You don't even know where you are right now  
\>"Hmph. We'll bring it back with us," Nassial says  
\>You're carried off in the net like a hammock by the four who trapped you, with Nassial following in the rear to keep an eye on you  
\>Any time you look at her you see an unblinking stare  
\>Any time you look at any of the others for too long, she growls at you  
\>You're better off just closing your eyes for the trip  
  
\>You take a peek when you hear the commotion of civilization  
\>Oh look, it's a whole lush village filled with buildings shaped like pyramids  
\>The pieces are coming together now, no matter how mismatched they still are  
\>It doesn't take long before you notice something about the sabers milling about  
\>Young or old, there's nothing but females here  
\>They stare at you in awe as you are carried through their village and up the main stairs of the biggest structure  
\>Inside looks like a gathering hall, with a pile of leathers stacked high on stone steps in the far end  
\>Sitting on top is an aged saber with a sagging hide, one chipped fang and the other gone completely  
\>Unlike the others, she doesn't react much to the sight of you  
\>"What have you brought today, Nassial?" she says  
\>"It calls itself a 'human'," the leader says  
\>The sage blinks  
\>"Interesting..."  
\>You are unrolled by your captors, though they keep the net held up as though it were a fence keeping you from running away  
\>The sage hobbles over and feels your clothes  
\>"So soft," she says. “I would hate to destroy such craftsmanship. Would you mind removing them for us?"  
\>What, now? In front of all these women?  
\>They're not human women, but still...  
\>"Take them off, or I'll TEAR them off with any flesh I grab as well," Nassial says  
\>You hesitantly strip down to nothing  
\>Thankfully, they're more interested in you than judgmental  
\>You cover yourself reflexively, but the sage just brushes you hands away like moving a leaf from her path  
\>"Male," she says  
\>There's murmuring from the others  
\>"Do you know what he is?" Nassial asks  
\>"He's a human," the sage says as though she came to the conclusion herself. “Male human, yes. Perhaps a gift from the Fang Mother."  
\>Nassial scoffs  
\>"He's not even one of us, though. What use do we have for such a 'gift'?"  
\>The sage shrugs  
\>"Take him along on your hunts. Maybe his role among us will be clear then."  
\>You see the gears working in Nassial's eyes  
\>"Fine," she responds. “Tomorrow he comes with us. Tonight he sleeps outside, with the night guard."  
\>You're given a matted blanket to sleep on, along with some cooked (dino?) meat  
\>Sleeping with so many eyes on you is troublesome at first, but is also a little comforting  
\>As long as you're not being used as bait, no harm will come to you  
\>Right?  
\>Right?  
\>Does anyone back home even know you're gone?  
  
\>You're roused from sleep by the leader, Nassial  
\>The saber tooth you learn is the leader of the ENTIRE tribe, and not the worldly sage  
\>The night was cool, but you can already tell the day will be a hot one  
\>You strip down to your underwear and take a rather dilapidated spear with you  
\>"You stay in the front," Nassial orders, “so we can keep you from running off, and to see your hunting prowess."  
\>Which isn't that great  
\>Whether it's the shape of the spear or the thick plates of the dinos, you can't seem to make any successful strike against them  
\>Sometimes they flee before you can even lift your weapon  
\>Any mistakes you make are met with snarling and the sabers charging in to fix things  
\>Nassial isn't too happy  
\>"You may be better off making clothes, or sweeping the streets," she growls  
\>But you're given one final chance to redeem yourself  
\>There's a few more of the goofy looking things milling about, though these at least have some fairly nasty looking spikes on them  
\>Before you can make the first move, however, Nassial grabs your shoulder  
\>"Hold it. Watch."  
\>Well, you can feel and hear it before anything else  
\>A goddamn Tyrannosaurus rex  
\>Just as intimidating as you'd imagine  
\>It attacks the docile dinosaurs, trying to pick them off one at a time  
\>Some of its prey fights back, getting a few good blows in before being killed  
\>"Let them wear it down, and then we move in."  
\>You nod and stay attentive  
\>When Nassial takes her hand off your shoulder, you hear a faint sniffing from her  
\>Great, now you're self-conscious about your sweaty odor  
\>The T-rex begins ripping apart its prey, but it doesn't get too far before the sabers launch in for the ambush  
\>Between the beast's fatigue and the deadly precision of the women, it's slain in a flurry of spears  
\>"What a catch!" Nassial says triumphantly  
\>Two of the others run back to the village to get help transporting their game back  
\>With more sabers on hand, the T-rex and its prey are then stripped, cut up, and hauled back in chunks  
  
\>The whole village seems to be in better humor when the hunting party returns with its trophies  
\>You didn't really do much to contribute, but Nassial doesn't harass you about it  
\>"Hold it, let me check for wounds," she says, steering you into a private chamber  
\>You didn't get hurt much (or at all, really) except for a bit of your pride  
\>Once inside, she's at your back spreading her paw pads all over as though combing through fur you don't have  
\>She grabs your head to keep you looking forward, and you can feel the breathing of her snout up against your skin  
\>The rumble of Nassial's lungs is audible as she heaves in and out  
\>You offer no resistance, and your arm is soon hoisted over your head  
\>She isn't even trying to be discreet any longer  
\>Her nose buries into your underarm and she inhales deeply  
\>For the longest time you're standing still with the saber tooth hyperventilating behind you  
\>"Stay there!" she barks  
\>You don't need to be told twice  
\>She leaves you alone, but returns in less than a minute  
\>You hear the sloshing of water moments before being drenched by a clay jar  
\>"They can't...know your scent...too strong...for safety," she mutters incoherently  
\>You're “fur dried" with her paws, and then her whole body, before you're allowed back outside  
\>The village accepts you into their evening feast, indulging in the spoils of the hunt  
\>There's music, dancing, and bonfires  
\>No amount of activity is enough to distract Nassial  
\>Her eyes stay on you for the entire night, and even when you lie down to sleep  
  
\>The next day follows a similar hunting pattern, albeit with a darker, ominous sky  
\>Your technique hasn't improved much, but Nassial is more encouraging  
\>To you, anyway  
\>To the others, she's much more impatient and critical  
\>"What has gotten you so agitated?" one of the others says  
\>She almost takes a spear shaft to the face from her comment  
\>But Nassial is distracted without a doubt  
\>Her wide battle stance from the last two days is replaced with knees touching and thighs rubbing together   
\>By midday, sweat is dripping from you thanks to the humidity  
\>A booming is heard not too far in the distance  
\>"Thank the Fang Mother," Nassial mutters under her breath  
\>The hunt is called early, and you return to the village just before the downpour  
\>Without saying a word, Nassial pulls you up the stairs to an abode almost as high up as the gathering hall  
\>Hers  
\>There's a glazed look in her eyes, and NOW you see the same predatory stance as when you first squared off against her in  
\>"Y-you did this to me," she huffs  
\>"Our men have all gone...slain, sick...months ago. Now YOU show up, and I can't stop this crippling heat. I can't see clearly. I can't...think."  
\>She grabs you and pins you down atop a stack of leathers  
\>"Take it off," she says  
\>You can't exactly move your arms much the way they are, but you make an earnest effort to reach your waist  
\>"No, MINE!" she hisses  
\>You can't reach her loincloth either, so you tentatively grab her breast wrap  
\>You have just enough wingspan to untie her  
\>The strip of fabric flops to your chest as her breasts dangle free, her nipples poking through her coat  
\>She lets go of you but places her paws opposite your head, nodding slowly with her eyes shut  
\>You cup her breasts and rub your thumbs over the aroused teats  
\>Her mouth unhinges and her drool splatters around you  
\>You never realized just how far a saber tooth's mouth can even open  
\>"N-now...you."  
\>You roll your underwear down as far as you can while on your back, just enough to give her what she needs  
\>Her hips lift up and position themselves for the inevitable  
\>You've been too busy focusing on the sabers' teeth and weapons to fully absorb how little those loincloths actually cover  
\>She's completely exposed, and the heat from her engorged lips pours over you as she eases her weight down  
\>She takes your length little by little, whether out of unfamiliar strain or savoring each bit at a time  
\>Her muscles are visibly flexed as she works her way around you  
\>The huntress, the leader, the sword-fanged beast...  
\>Mewling and shuddering by the time your hips touch  
\>She's frozen on you, feeling your pulse as she relishes the moment  
\>"T-thank the Fang Mother," she gasps.  
\>Like a piston, her gyrating is slow to start before rapidly building up speed  
\>It's not long already before your pelvis aches from her fervent humping  
\>For such a sexually starved creature, her stamina is impressive  
\>She's either aware of your discomfort, or begging for you to take control  
\>But in any case, it's time for her to switch positions  
\>Without disconnecting, you are flipped to your feet while she rolls onto her back  
\>Too fast for you to grasp what even happened  
\>Her rump is in the air and her legs hook around your waist  
\>She's got core strength, no doubt  
\>As you resume thrusting, you find yourself leaning forward a little too much  
\>You grab a hold of the only support you can find  
\>Her fangs  
\>"C-careful!" she snaps. “They're not made of stone!"  
\>You try your best not to put too much pressure on her teeth, but you're also concerned about trying not to finish too soon and risk her fury  
\>That, however, seems the opposite of her wishes  
\>"Rrrragghhh, give IN already! You are MY quarry, and I will drain you dry!"  
\>Now holding back is no longer a matter of life or death  
\>It's probably just death if you do  
\>Your escalating climax is reached and unloaded with one last pump  
\>As you splash her insides, the saber tooth lets out a silent roar  
\>Her throat muscles contract, but she is too enervated to do anything but pant  
\>You slowly pull yourself out of her, suddenly feeling the chill of the rainy air without her heat around you  
\>But her legs clench tighter as you try to move away  
\>"Not yet...you're not finished...until I say so."  
\>With a jerk Nassial pulls you on top of her, one arm grappling you to her bosom while her other paw cups your groin  
\>"We must take advantage of the rains. They won't hear us like this, and I will not let you go until the seed has taken hold."  
\>That doesn't sound good  
  
\>Nassial becomes highly possessive of you over the following weeks  
\>You're not allowed out of her sight, and you're not allowed to go into the danger of the hunts with her either  
\>She mates with you frequently, sometimes with the rains masking your noises and sometimes out in the vegetation when privacy is scarcer  
\>Her forcefulness drops off a bit from the first night  
\>In fact, some nights are spent in her arms with her claws making red marks on your chest, as if she's squeezing a loved toy  
\>It doesn't take long before the other women grow suspicious  
\>They sniff the air around the two of you, but it's less about your post-sex aroma and more about the subtle changes from Nassial's fertility  
\>Then the changes become impossible to ignore  
\>Nassial's appetite intensifies, and the definition of her abdominal muscles is concealed by the growing swell of her belly  
\>There is a village meeting before the sage, and the other women finally confront their leader  
\>"Nassial carries a litter within her!" they shout  
\>Nassial is clearly searching for a way to challenge the accusation, but her paw instinctively touches her stomach  
\>"Is this true?" the sage says  
\>"It's as you said," Nassial growls, “the human is a blessing from the Fang Mother."  
\>"A blessing for the whole tribe!" one of the others cries  
\>"He is MY prize, and the tribe's lineage will pass on because of it!"      
\>"Then perhaps it's time for a change in leadership!"  
\>The women advance forward, but Nassial grabs a spear and repels them  
\>"You would betray your ruler? You would kill her unborn cubs? You would waste YOUR lives just for the CHANCE to overthrow me?"  
\>"THAT'S ENOUGH," the sage roars  
\>Her age and weathered look have not quelled her spirit  
\>"I do believe the Fang Mother has given Anon as a gift for us all, but also as a test of our tribe's unity. If you strike out against one another, the Fang Mother will curse you all."  
\>There is a hush over the whole village  
\>The sage's words are less of a warning and more of a guarantee  
\>"Nassial..." the sage says, back to her soft-spoken nature," I urge you to reconsider. Until we find more males out there we need Anon to ensure the safety of our tribe."  
\>The anger is gone from the other sabers, and the women just look to their leader plaintively.  
\>Nassial sighs  
\>She looks back to the sage hoping to see her support, but the elder saber is unyielding  
\>"Fine, he will mate with the rest of the tribe for its survival."  
\>The tension dissipates  
\>A few walk forward only to be stopped once more by Nassial's spear  
\>"But as your leader, I will control who mates with him. You will copulate with MY approval, and only as long as I deem necessary. At night, he will bed with ME and me alone."  
\>One step is all she needs to push the whole crowd back in fear  
\>"Should I catch anyone attempting to usurp Anon or my authority, I shall break her legs and leave her for the raptors. AM I UNDERSTOOD?"  
\>Silent nodding, even from the sage  
\>Guess you're not getting a say in this  
  
\>The fate of being a breeding slave comes with being venerated as a savior of sorts  
\>Both you and Nassial are catered to each day, especially as an attempt to win her favor  
\>Nassial oversees all potential mates for you, going so far as to sometimes watch the deed being done  
\>The women don't have the same kind of performance anxiety it seems, likely unabashed in their raging lust  
\>But Nassial actually considers your condition most times  
\>Like if you are too raw or tired, she prohibits mating until you're ready  
\>Even then, she “urges" you to conserve some energy for her own lovemaking needs at night  
\>Young, hopeful, and rejected sabers are sent out to hunt for greater quantities of food to feed the increasing appetite of those selected for reproduction  
\>This in turn improves the overall strength and hunting skill of the tribe, as the warriors hope to someday become the coveted chosen ones  
\>After months, you see your labor pay off  
\>Over a third of the women around the village cradle their gravid bellies containing your progeny  
\>They look to you with delight, stroking the gift you've given and reminding you of each night you were allowed to share with them  
\>Most of the women continue to hunt until they become too large, then they help out with other chores  
\>Even Nassial hangs her spear for the time being when her expansion proves too cumbersome  
\>However, she hasn't lost her warrior's might as she prepares new homes for the tribe  
\>Despite her warnings, some unapproved or heat-possessed women try to entice you while their leader is preoccupied  
\>Not wanting to share in the wrath, you hold them off long enough for Nassial to catch the disobedience  
\>At the same time, the leader's threats are never truly carried out apart from verbal reprimands and a few swipes from her paws  
\>It seems her maternal temperament is making her more forgiving  
\>It also helps that the tribe becomes more self-governing, and any women who “cut in line" are punished by the others  
\>Regardless, the approved mates still try to impress you and outshine each other  
\>But something about Nassial, whether it's her dominance or her confidence, makes her your only true queen  
  
\>You've since accepted this as your new home  
\>There's little chance you'll see your own world again, but this new one ensures you'll be taken good care of  
\>Nassial's pregnancy turns her from an aggressive ruler to a motherly caretaker  
\>At least to a certain extent  
\>It helps that she feels honor (and a little smugness) for being your first, the farthest one along in her growth, and will very likely hold the record for being the biggest  
\>Her hunger alone is a testament to this  
\>A pile of fruit cores and discarded dino ribs are stacked up in the aftermath of her feasting  
\>But no amount of girth keeps her from her commanding duties, or douses her heat and desire  
\>It's raining heavily one night when you're in bed with her, after being thoroughly drained yet again   
\>Almost your whole body is curled around her enormous belly  
\>She guides your hands as you feel for life within her  
\>"Mine will be the strongest," she reminds you.  
\>You could have guessed that from the dozens of spears and knives she already has stockpiled for her cubs  
\>"Our tribe will grow with unmatched warriors, but OUR kin will reign over these lands."  
\>Kissing proves to be a little awkward with her sword-like canines  
\>She instead shows her affection by nuzzling your head and massaging you with her soft, leathery paw pads  
\>Your hands are forced back by the roiling of life in her womb  
\>"See? Strong already!"  
\>The wind howls through the village, whistling as it passes by  
\>Nassial pulls you closer for security, and even her cubs calm down  
\>"And when they're born, we will prepare for the next litter. With any luck, the Fang Mother will bless us with these rains again when the time comes."

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/bebZjLbe