An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

The sun climbed high into the sky before the first signs of life stirred in the tribe. The celebration from the night before had gone on until the early hours, leaving most of the villagers passed out in various corners of the settlement, half-covered with furs or sprawled beneath the morning sun.

But once they woke, it was as if the entire tribe had been reborn. The air buzzed with energy, the scent of cooked meat and freshly turned earth mixing with the crisp wind that swept down from the northern hills.

Wolfkin of all ages moved with purpose—young ones carried stones and timber to the center of the village, where the long-abandoned temple, once a ruin buried in weeds and dust, was now being rebuilt. Older warriors directed them, reinforcing the foundation with materials scavenged from storage and repurposed from old huts.

Morrika, true to her nature, was already up and barking orders before anyone else. She stood near the temple construction site, arms crossed, still in her leather armor from the night before. Her hair was loosely tied back, and her face was stern but determined.

Every now and then, she paused to talk with elders, sketching reform plans into the dirt—new training regimens, resource management, trade routes, education for the younger warriors.

She was in full chief mode—calm, assertive, efficient.

"Send someone to check the old storage pits in the northern ridge," she called. "We'll need all the metal we can get for reinforcement. And someone get me the scribe—I want all laws regarding conscription and territory redrawn by dusk."

Not far from there, Arthur walked leisurely down one of the cleared paths, his cloak draped casually over one shoulder. Alicia clung to his arm with a soft smile, holding a carved wooden charm in her other hand.

She had insisted they go out for 'souvenirs,' though it was more her collecting things people kept trying to give them for free. Handcrafted bracelets, tokens with totemic carvings, dried herbs wrapped in silk—none of the villagers would take a single coin from them, no matter how much Arthur tried.

Alicia laughed as an older foxkin woman pressed a flower-scented oil into her hands. "We're gonna need a separate bag just for gifts," she said. "This is already the third one."

Arthur chuckled. "We should've brought Cedric with us. He'd negotiate for a fair exchange even if someone gave him a sack of gold for free."

Speaking of Cedric—he was currently seated under a shaded awning with three of the tribe's elders and a tall wolfman acting as a scribe. Scrolls and parchment were spread out in front of them, with trade terms and conditions being finalized.

"Delivery will be monthly, with bulk goods provided based on the prior season's request. Raven family shall provide refined goods, medicine, and steel in return," Cedric said smoothly, tapping the parchment with a finger. "And in the event of any attack on your trade caravans, we'll offer logistical support."

The elder nodded, eyes narrowed in thought, but not with suspicion—more respect.

"You drive a firm deal, young merchant," the elder grunted.

Cedric gave a small smile. "I believe in honest trade. Trust pays more dividends in the long run than squeezing every coin from your partner."

The wolfkin grinned and slammed his hand down in agreement. "Deal!"

And just like that, a formal trade relationship between the Raven family and the Wolf Tribe was sealed.

By afternoon, the village had completely shaken off the exhaustion of the celebration. New banners were being sewn. The damaged parts of the perimeter wall were being reinforced. Children ran through the paths laughing, while warriors sparred in open spaces, their roars echoing through the valley.

It felt like the beginning of a new era.

Arthur stood atop a small rise at the edge of the village with Alicia by his side, watching the bustle below. Morrika passed by them briefly, shouting orders and throwing a wink at Arthur when she caught his eye, but didn't stop.

Alicia leaned into him. "You did a good thing here," she murmured.

Arthur shrugged slightly. "Not just me."

"But without you," she said softly, "this tribe might've never seen hope again."

He looked down at the village—their fires, their pride, their people moving with purpose—and nodded slowly.

"…Maybe," he said. "Still feels like this is just the start."

Alicia smiled.

"It is."

The sun had started its slow descent when Arthur quietly made his way toward the large wooden structure that served as Morrika's office. The tribe was still bustling outside, but the inner halls were calm, the heavy steps of the chief no longer echoing through them. She had shut herself in earlier, saying she had lot of work to do.

Arthur knocked once, then let himself in.

Morrika stood near her desk, facing the window. The light of the setting sun painted her tanned skin a deep gold. She didn't turn immediately—only clenched her fists at the edge of the table, as though wrestling with something.

"…So," she finally said, her voice husky, low, "you're really leaving."

Arthur stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "The academy starts the day after tomorrow. If we don't leave now, we won't make it."

She turned to face him.

Her eyes, usually sharp with command, softened as they roamed over him. Her toned frame was still dressed in partial armor, but her chest was unstrapped, her upper half left in a loose black wrap that clung to her curves in all the right ways. Her hair had been combed out, falling freely over her shoulders.

"You just came to say goodbye?" she asked, stepping forward.

Arthur met her gaze. "What do you suggest."

"I needed one more round," she said, already grinding against him. "I'm gonna miss this cock."

Arthur smirked, his hands gripping her firm, bare ass as he walked them backward until her back slammed against the edge of her desk, papers flying. "Then what are you waiting for."

With a swift motion, she tugged his pants down, her greedy hands already stroking his cock to full hardness. Her soaked panties were torn aside like wet paper, and he thrust deep into her waiting cunt without hesitation.

The sound of skin slapping echoed through the office, desk creaking in protest as Arthur pounded into her like a beast unleashed. Morrika moaned—no, roared—as her heels dug into his back, pulling him deeper.

"Fuck—yes, yes! Just like that!" she cried, her massive tits bouncing with every brutal thrust. "Gods, I'll never get tired of this cock!"

Arthur grunted, gripping her hips tightly as he jackhammered into her soaked core, sweat mixing with lust. "You're insatiable," he growled, biting her collarbone hard enough to leave a mark.

She laughed breathlessly. "Damn right I am. I'll be thinking about this every night. About you. Stretching me, stuffing me like this…"

Their rhythm became frantic—desperate—as the end neared. Arthur felt her walls clench down on him like a vice, her scream echoing as she came violently around his cock, soaking the desk beneath them. He held her down, groaning through gritted teeth as he flooded her womb with thick, hot seed.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, panting, trembling, her muscles twitching with aftershocks.

Morrika finally exhaled, her voice soft but husky. "I hope you don't forget about me after indulging with those young chicks. Or else I might just come drag you back."

Arthur leaned down, kissed her sweat-slicked forehead, and slowly pulled out. Cum dripped down her thighs as she slumped back on the desk—fucked-out, glowing, completely satisfied.

"I'll be back," he promised, buttoning up his shirt as he walked to the door.

He opened it to find the two wolfkin guards standing at attention—faces red as apples, eyes staring at the floor like guilty children caught peeking. Arthur simply gave them a knowing nod and walked past without a word.

"Everything ready?" Arthur asked casually, walking down the steps.

"Yes," Cedric replied, standing with his travel pack and ledger. "The deal's finalized, we're all packed, and the knights are waiting at the pass."

Alicia stood beside Kaela, both of them already mounted on their beasts. Kaela, her usual stoic self, simply nodded. Her leave had ended, and she would be rejoining the academy with them.

Morrika didn't come out to see them off—she never liked showing weakness. But as the tribe lined up to bid farewell, Arthur could feel her eyes watching from the highest window.

The villagers cheered, waving hands and flags. Children tossed flowers. Warriors offered salutes of respect. It wasn't just a farewell—it was a send-off for the tribe's saviors.

Arthur mounted his beast, joining the others.

With one last glance toward the office window, he turned his gaze forward.

"Let's go."

The group rode off, back toward the northern ridge where their escort waited—toward the academy, toward the next chapter of their story.

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