In an otherwise dark cave, the clear rays of the sun penetrated through a crack in the ceiling and its light fell on a rock bock. Although it looked like an ordinary stone, it had the aura of a sacred sacrificial altar, and in the darkness of the cave, countless snakes raised their heads very quietly, but the walls and coils of the cave amplified the animal sounds.
Without fear and naked as the tiki created her, the mature contours of a troll female slowly emerged in the shadows. She remained more in the dark, but it became clear that these were the features of Zu’ji. The herbalist watched the altar, as she was not here for the first time and was waiting for the same event to happen.
New foot sounds announced another person, who stepped slowly into the light on the opposite, right side without stopping.
It was a male troll, whose outfit looked very ritualistic and yet wild. He also wore a homemade snake head made of leather and fabric over his head, so that the troll’s face could not be seen. He didn’t make a sound as he approached the altar and he took out a ritual dagger from behind his back.
Zu’ji’s thoughts were racing. Was it Haruk’Zil himself? What did the figure want to tell her every night? Her eyes went to the edge of the altar, where a long, green snake with red stripes coiled up and spread across the entire stone.
The animal looked at the herbalist with red eyes like jewels and let itself be pressed onto the stone by the male troll at its head.
The stranger brought his dagger up to the snake and Zu’ji wanted to intervene as she had done so many times before, but her body was completely paralyzed. She could only stand by and watch as the dagger sliced off the snake’s head, followed by its tail. The beast now lay cut into three pieces, which in Zu’ji’s eyes was an absolute sacrilege against the all-seeing serpent itself, but there was nothing she could do about it. Was her devotion too weak? Her will? The stranger beckoned to her gently and only now could she move out of the shadows and step carefully towards the altar. The first few times, she had attacked the stranger after the dismemberment of the snake, only to wake up in her hut, so it didn’t seem to be her job to stop or judge him. At least she hoped so.
The Haruk’Zil troll took the snake’s tail and middle part and he hung them on his leg dress. He held the head tightly, though, and kept it in front of him, so that the blood-smeared animal stared forward with dead eyes. However, it didn’t stay dead for long and between the fingers of the stranger, the snake’s head rose up and lifted the herbalist up vehemently.
What did that mean? That was the central question Zu’ji had been asking himself for days. Twice she had tried to take the snake’s head in previous dreams, thinking it was being offered to her, but that too had only awakened her from her sleep. Instead, she stared back at the animal’s gaze and endured the already accusatory-sounding hoisting until the snake calmed down.
Finally the snake’s head moved out of the stranger’s grip and the head glided over his body. The middle part and the tail also moved again and together the parts disappeared behind the troll’s back. The stranger stretched both arms to the side, assuming a powerful pose, and miraculously, the snake appeared on his shoulders in one piece. The animal coiled around the man’s head and ended up enthroned on his brow.
Zu’ji dropped to her knees in an instant and she fell into a deep, worshipful position, without looking at the snake or even at the stranger. Around them, the hissing and hissing in the cave grew louder and louder.
From all corners, snakes of various types and sizes emerged like an endless sea of scales and they swarmed over the witch’s body, but she had nothing to fear. The creatures neither strangled nor bit her, but instead it was as if they merged with her.
Suddenly Zu’ji woke up with a start. Her body was drenched in sweat, causing her fur plum to stick together. The herbalist’s heart was racing and she was breathing heavily. She was still naked, but it took Zu’ji a few moments to realize that she was lying in the skins of her hut. She was completely alone, with only the distant night sounds of the jungle filling the silent night. Zu’ji ran her hand over her face and tried to calm herself. “All-seeing snake, what are you trying to tell me?” she whispered to herself. “I can hardly think straight anymore... I’m stuck. I have to do something about it.” This decision led the herbalist to a thing that often helped her, and many others as well.
At noon that same day, Zu’ji did not hold back. She sat on her haunches with three hard cocks before her. She massaged one with each hand while her mouth took care of the third with energetic, deep-taking head movements.
The chosen troll males in front of the female moaned ecstatically, while two more trolls stood on the sidelines. They watched the spectacle, panting with lust and rubbing their own acorns.
Sex, a mostly effective remedy for stress and blockages. This law has always applied, whether for animals or higher intelligence.
In Zu’ji’s case, however, one male was not enough. Five should be enough for her, she hoped, because her appetite was immense after the many nights of visions and her selection was considerable.
The males were all between 20 and 45: endurance, experience and all faithful servants or believers in Haruk’Zil, who wanted to fuck the herb witch only too gladly.
However, Zu’ji loved a good foreplay and to make her partners so hot that they could hardly stand it. “Am I not the most magnificent female of our tribe?” she whispered wickedly as she let the troll’s cock escape from the center of her mouth, pressing against her face and staring up at her like a predator.
“Best of all!” the Troll snorted, whose glans was no longer being sucked and he ran his hand through the herbalist’s hair. ’Don’t stop!”
“Almost,’ Zu’ji grinned dirty and she turned her mouth to the left side, which she now pampered with mouth and hand at the same time. However, she didn’t let the middle troll starve completely and the ripe female pressed her curvy front against his glowing warm glans, which he immediately rubbed along the firm flesh.
“Priestess!” the youngest of the males on the right side gasped loudly, while pre-seed pearled from the tip of his glans. ”Please let me come on you! I want to cum!”
Priestess. Zu’ji liked this word so much and she was given this title more and more often. “Not until the other two are ready,” she mumbled, but she also sensed that the other guys wanted it the same way. “Do you all want to show your priestess your desire for her?” All the trolls in front of her groaned and nodded in anticipation, and she returned to her starting position. As fast as she could, she jerked the two cocks in her hands. Only the troll in front of her had to use his own hip and hand as he rubbed his throbbing piece of meat against her breasts.
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In a flood of pure ecstasy, the trolls came almost simultaneously to orgasm. Only the youngest came a few seconds before the others and covered the face of the herb witch, which turned to him, with several strings of his seed. Immediately afterwards, the sperm strings of the other two cocks flew over the female and landed mainly on her breasts and shoulders.
The warm feeling of the semen on her skin made Zu’ji shiver and she milked the trolls for every last drop and squirt until their glanses had nothing more to give and her hand movements slowly subsided. “Mhh, yes. That’s a good start,” she said and played with the tips of the glanses with her tongue.
“Out of the way!” a male voice grumbled from behind. The trolls, who had only watched so far, crowded in. Both were the oldest of the males. ”It’s our turn, priestess!”
Zu’ji was grabbed by her hair and pulled up. “And Haruk’Zil will give you what you so desire,” she replied and let the trolls do their thing for the time being. She was besieged from behind and in front: Her breasts, hips, buttocks, shoulders, everything was grabbed and kneaded wherever possible. Strong bites in her upper arms and neck followed, while the hard cocks of the trolls rubbed along her, but did not yet penetrate her. “But I decide how it will happen!” Oh yes, Zu’ji would satisfy her and the cravings of the males, but although it was never wrong as a troll to follow one’s instincts and let go of all inhibitions, she had to maintain a certain control. Therefore she put her sharp fingernails on the throat of the male in front of her as a warning, so that he stopped moving and the herbalist could push him around without any problems.
The three balls of flesh came to a table made of a reasonably smooth, heavy stone slab supported by two thick tree stumps.
“Sit down!” Zu’ji growled at the troll in front of him and he took a seat on the table. She climbed onto his lap and squinted back. ”I want to feel you both at the same time between my legs!”
The trolls understood perfectly and began to explore and grab the ripe, voluptuous female’s entire body with their hands again. The troll on whose lap the herbalist sat her rearranged her, skillfully pushing his considerably thick acorn between the more than wet lips of the female, who moaned brightly.
Number Two waited a little while until the front had fully entered the herbalist before he slowly joined her. This troll was not quite as well-endowed, but his best piece was more than enough to properly challenge the female and put her under enormous tension as her insides were filled to the last millimeter and stretched a little more.
Zu’ji gripped the shoulders in front of her as hard as she could and she drove her fingernails under the skin of the male. At the same time, she let herself sink back, feeling safe, and she laid her head in her eyes, on the shoulder behind her. Her offered neck was immediately greeted by a bite and, like on a wave, she began to surge.
The trolls took it in slightly staggered thrusts and while the male on the back was devoting himself to the witch’s neck, the troll in front was devoting himself entirely to the full breasts in front of him, and he was not a prude.
And this was just the beginning. Although Zu’ji had been indulging her lust for more than an hour, this wouldn’t be over anytime soon. She would let him fuck her until early evening, but she would always be the one holding the reins.
Some traces of the insatiable activity could still be seen in Zu’ji’s hut and on her, even later. She looked as if she had been blown over by the wind and she was covered with healing scratches and bite marks. She was still naked, but she had cleaned most of the semen and her own nectar, except between her legs.
“It’s rare that you take so much time for yourself,” Majanie said, entering the hut. ’But who doesn’t, when they need it?”
“I needed to clear my head,’ Zu’ji replied, massaging her temples with circling fingers. ”The dream, the vision, I just don’t understand it. Is it good? Or bad? A snake cut into pieces, a dead snake, that is whole again, as if nothing ever happened.”
“Well, I also thought about it,” Majanie remarked, but she stuck to her previous conviction. ”I believe it is telling you that nothing and no one can ever destroy the all-seeing serpent and that it stands above all.”
“Your words are wise,” Zu’ji praised, but she didn’t see it that way. ”However, that is too obvious and a fact that should be known to every believer who truly and completely devotes himself to Haruk’Zil. No, no, it is unfortunately not that.”
Majanie acknowledged her mistress’s words, and that reminded her of something else the herbalist had once taught her. “What if it’s not about finding an answer?”
“How else should I interpret this vision? The all-seeing snake wants to tell us something, not ask a question.”
“Forgive me, mistress, I expressed myself unclearly,” Majanie said and she lowered her eyes to the herbalist’s feet. ”You once said to me that one must ask the right questions sometimes to gain the knowledge one seeks. Perhaps we just have to ask the right questions to get an answer.”
“Hm, you could be right,” Zu’ji admitted. Surely all the work and stress of the last few weeks had contributed to her forgetting her own lessons and she had probably come up with the questions too easily. ”But what should we ask? Do you have any ideas?”
“Unfortunately not,” Majanie sighed. She had also racked her brains in the last few days and rubbed her forehead in exasperation. ”You think a few males would also clear my head? Because right now I feel as headless as the snake in your dream.”
“Well, it would relax you, at least,” Zu’ji said amusedly. She had no answer yet, but she felt much better now. “And your head is much too adorable to be separated from your shoulders.” After these words, Zu’ji narrowed his eyes in scrutiny and she repeated her last sentence first in her mind and then verbally. ”Your head...”
“My... head?” Majanie swallowed uncomfortably and touched her neck. ”It’s still on, isn’t it?”
“Oh, sorry. Of course, my love. Speaking of heads, why is the troll in my vision holding up the snake’s head?”
“Mhh, because it’s Haruk’Zil’s scrutinizing gaze?”
“I get that look, too, when the snake is towering over the troll’s head,” Zu’ji shook her head. However, she felt that this was the right question. ”The troll cuts the snake into three parts and shows me the head... why the head, instead of the body or the tail?”
“Whether it is more of an offer? Perhaps you are supposed to take the head?”
“I tried that and it didn’t work.”
Majanie rubbed her neck again as if it was about to be cut. “I mean, the head is the most important thing for every creature. Without it, nothing works.”
“Nothing at all,” Zu’ji murmured quietly. A suspicion dawned on her and she stroked her chin with a self-important look. ”That is also a simple but significant fact. A very good thought, my student. I am presented with the head without which nothing is possible ... am I supposed to ... does Haruk’Zil want me to say that I am the head?”
“Well, you are his mouthpiece, his devoted servant within our tribe,” Majanie said with fervent calm. ”And he sent you an important sign when we encountered the ancestor and only you had the necessary knowledge to recognize the ancestor at all. It makes sense to me, yes – you are the head, the eyes, ears and mouthpiece of the all-seeing snake.”
All of this filled the herb witch with pride and even more ambition, although even these facts were not entirely new to her. “Well, that’s true. It’s like my little... amusement in the last hours. All those males, wild and unbridled, and yet they were ultimately under my guiding hand.” With her statement, she looked at her right hand, which she clenched and unclenched as something dawned on her. ”But what is the head without a hand, without feet to carry it and a body to support it? ... yes, yes, that must be it.”
“What is it, mistress?”
“The head of the snake may be important,” Zu’ji confirmed, while she walked through her hut towards her Haruk’Zil altar. ”But what are its eyes, ears, its bite and poison without everything else? Only together can the snake stand above everything.”
Majanie stepped up behind her mistress and the student folded her hands in a prayer pose. “So it is a sign that our tribe can only survive as a whole in the belief in the all-seeing snake?”
“To be honest, I am not quite sure,” Zu’ji whispered openly and her eyes darkened. To understand the puzzle, she realized that she needed to see more. ”I never really looked at the body or the tail. Possibly... these equally important parts of the snake hold the key to finally interpret this vision correctly.”
