I stepped forward, my gaze locked onto Mary as she casually tucked her gun back into its holster, her expression shifting from surprise to something far more dangerous—amusement. She turned to Veronica, her voice dripping with a mix of curiosity and cruelty.

"What are we gonna do with her?"

Veronica sighed, running a hand through her hair as she studied Helen, who was still struggling against her bonds, her muffled protests filling the air. "I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration.

"It was by accident she noticed us when we went to catch the fish in the stream. She must be from the same tribe as the man we found last night. So they must be living somewhere near us."

Mary's gaze flicked to Helen, her eyes raking over her body with a mix of curiosity and something far more predatory. "But why isn't she wearing any clothes?" she mused, her voice laced with a dark, hungry edge.

"Look at those tits, sis... they're so big... much bigger than mine..." Her eyes lingered on Helen's chest, her expression shifting to something almost appreciative before she turned to Veronica, her gaze dropping to her sister's own ample cleavage. "But... yours... will give some competition."

Veronica's face flushed a deep red, her hands instinctively crossing over her chest as she glared at Mary. "What... what nonsense are you talking about, Mary?!"

Mary smirked, her voice dropping to a teasing purr. "Sister, you know I'm a lesbian, right? Can't I find it attractive?" Her eyes lingered on Veronica's chest, her gaze unapologetically bold.

Veronica's blush deepened, her voice a flustered stammer. "Mary—! That's not—! You can't just—!"

Mary laughed, clearly enjoying her sister's discomfort. "Oh, relax. I'm just admiring the view." She turned her attention back to Helen, her expression shifting to something far colder. "But seriously... what are we going to do with her?"

Helen's muffled screams grew more frantic, her body twisting against the ropes as she tried to break free. Her eyes locked onto me, her gaze pleading, desperate.

I didn't move. I didn't speak.

I just watched.

And waited.

Veronica sighed, her cheeks still flushed from Mary's teasing, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. The tension between the two sisters was thick, charged with something that made my skin prickle—partly from the absurdity of the situation, partly from the dark, twisted images Mary's words had conjured in my mind.

A lesbian. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. My mind, against my will, flashed with vivid, filthy images—Mary and Veronica, their bodies tangled together, their pussies rubbing against each other, slick and glistening, their moans filling the air. The thought was too much—too raw, too obscene. My cock twitched involuntarily, and I clenched my fists, shaking my head sharply to clear the image.

Fuck. This wasn't the time. This wasn't the place.

The damage was done. The mental image of Mary and Veronica—tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their pussies grinding against each other—lingered in my mind like a curse. My blood ran hotter than it should have, my pulse thrumming in my ears, but I forced myself to focus. Helen first.

I stepped out from the shadows, my presence immediately drawing their attention. Helen's muffled screams grew louder, her body straining against the ropes as she caught sight of me. The sound was desperate, raw, her voice distorted by Veronica's panties still stuffed in her mouth.

Veronica's eyes widened, her hand instinctively tightening around the fabric of her skirt. "What... are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice laced with suspicion.

Mary's smirk returned, her gaze flicking between me and Helen. "He must be here to save her," she said, pointing at Helen with a mocking tilt of her head.

I didn't understand their words, but I didn't need to. Instead, I responded with a string of gibberish, my voice rough as I pointed at Helen. "Ula... Inuk... Outla... Nima..." The words were nonsense, but my meaning was clear.

Veronica's brow furrowed, her finger jabbing in Helen's direction. "Are you here to take her? Is she from your tribe?"

I didn't reply. I just stood there, my gaze locked on Helen, my finger still pointed at her.

Then, without another word, I strode toward her. My hands moved quickly, untying the ropes binding her wrists. As soon as her arms were free, I reached into her mouth, pulling out the wadded-up panties. Helen gasped, her breath ragged as she threw her arms around me, her body trembling with relief.

"My King... thank you for saving me," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she hugged me tightly.

I didn't reply. I just nodded, my hand resting on her back for a brief moment before I gently pushed her behind me, shielding her.

Mary let out a mocking laugh, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like she's his wife, Sister. You've got no chance."

Veronica's face flushed a deep red, her fists clenching at her sides. "Mary! I will beat you up if you talk nonsense again!" she snapped, her voice sharp with embarrassment. "What does his wife have to do with me?!"

Mary just smirked, clearly enjoying her sister's flustered reaction. "Oh, relax. I'm just saying—"

I didn't wait to hear the rest.

With Helen safely behind me, I turned my full attention back to Mary and Veronica, my expression cold as stone, my stance unyielding. The air between us crackled with tension, the weight of what was about to happen hanging heavy in the silence.

Mary's smirk faded slightly, her eyes narrowing as she studied me. "Sister..." she said, her voice low and calculating, "are we gonna let them go just like that?" She tilted her head, her gaze flicking to Helen before locking back onto me. "What if he attacks us, thinking we kidnapped his wife? Or even wanting to harm us?"

Veronica didn't respond immediately. Instead, her eyes locked onto me, her gaze drifting past me to Helen, who was pressed tightly against my back. Helen's voice was a trembling whisper, her words spilling out in a rush of fear and urgency.

Helen's voice trembled as she clung to me, her fingers digging into the shoulders like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go. "King... they have this monster that brought me here... when I went to look for the stream... as you told us..." Her breath hitched, her words spilling out in a frantic rush. "But they are strange—their clothes, and look at what that is above the tree! They look dangerous, my King..."

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