Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy.

Chapter 137: It is Customary to Dip Your Phallus into the Powder (18+)

Devon blinked again in shock. Was he expected to just take off his pants right here, in the middle of the village, and plop his dick into that gray stone mortar bowl filled with lampblack pigment powder? He had the sudden strange thought that the pestle was kind of a phallus symbol as well, and it made sense.

Uh.

The two female amazon guards looked at him expectantly. Down by the stream, the amazon women holding jugs and baskets of coconuts from earlier were also stealing furtive glances at him and chattering between each other while refilling their jugs with spring water by the base of the rock cliff. Various other female villagers were sneaking peeks at him as well. Vesta, the voluptuous tribal healer, was standing by a tent nearby and observing him as well, after being told to stay a bit further away while the shrine ritual was being carried out by the two amazon guards. Devon felt like the whole world had their eyes on him at the moment.

*Gulp*

The confidence he showed fighting one-on-one against the behemoth, in the face of death against an entire battalion of rebels, and while sneaking into an aristocrat's mansion at the dead of night all of it was gone.

For a guy who used to be a bit shy in his former life, asking for him to strip in the middle of an entire town of gawking onlookers was a daunting task. Even worse was the fact that they were all female, with sun-kissed skin and toned bodies.

But he had to abide by the tribe's customs if he wanted to fit in here as an outsider. He first took off his shoes, before stepping onto the tapestry that held the bowl and the dripping lit candles. He undid his trouser button and pulled down his pants, his meaty cock flapping out into the open.

His dick was crumpled and folded a bit from its occupation in the tight confines of his pants, and so it looked like a kid's clay art project from art class stuffed at the bottom of their backpack after a long day of running and jumping at school with outlines of the backpack pressed into the clay, and smushed a bit. What once was a symmetrical and round clay vase was now reduced to a lumpy clay pancake, so to speak.

Nevertheless, it was still quite girthy, and unlike a clay pancake, it began to expand and regain its former shape ever so slightly.

Kind of like a fluid?

...

Was a penis a liquid?

Devon nearly choked on his saliva, the stupidity of his own thought process baffling even himself. If internet search engines existed in this world, or if he was back in his old world at 2 AM on a sunday night, he'd probably have put that stupid sentence into the search query box and pressed enter out of morbid curiosity. Maybe he'd search it a few more times for good measure, in the hope that one day someone might search "is" in google search and have it autocomplete to "is a penis a liquid" and sit there with an imaginary question mark above their head as they contemplated life's mysteries, including what kind of idiot would ever search that five-sentence string.

Anyway, right now it was not 2 AM on a sunday night back on earth. He was currently in a base camp at the base of an excruciatingly high rock cliff, surrounded by beautiful amazon women holding spears, and being gauded by aforementioned spear-holding women into dipping his penis into a bowl of black pigmented powder.

What a novel situation.

Devon bent down to pick up the mortar bowl filled with the black pigmented powder, but one of the female amazon guards with black pigment marked across the tops of her round breasts stopped him with a spear.

"Only the matriarchs may lift the sacred mortar and pestle," the female guard explained. "We apologize."

"So am I supposed to" Devon started. He looked down. How exactly was he supposed to get his dick into the bowl without picking up the bowl?

Devon got on his knees, then placed a hand on the mammoth tusk for support as he leaned forwards, aiming his dick down towards the bowl. It was close, but in his current flaccid and floppy state he just barely couldn't quite touch the black pigmented powder within the bowl.

"I-uh, can't reach it," said Devon in a small voice.

The two female amazon guards exchanged looks with each other, then returned their gaze to him. "Do you need help getting it erect?"

Devon nodded sheepishly. "Yeah"

"Please stand up."

Devon rose to his full height with his pants still slightly pulled down to his thighs, his feet causing a slight crunch from the bed of tiny broken down branches and leaves underneath the canvas that covered the charred jungle floor.

The sun was beginning to set, and there was a whole circle of spectators now circling around the shrine with dripping lit candles whose flames danced underneath the mammoth's ivory tusks, and a pair of beautiful amazon women standing in the background were in the process of lighting a bonfire to light up the base camp as night approached.

With his body lit up by the light of the candles, the left guard approached Devon and put her hand on his chest. She unfurled her tongue and licked Devon's ear, tracing the outer membrane of his ear ever so delicately. The right guard, whose hair was tied up in a ponytail, pulled down her tribal dress to reveal two ample breasts with a healthy tan glow. Devon felt his crumpled clay pancake twitch ever so slightly.

Their spears lay unused at the side of the shrine as the sky continued to darken, and the light from the bonfire and the candles gave the base camp a tropical mystical feeling.

Merry Christmas!! <3