The Drozosha warriors were setting up camp in one of the small caves a few miles from the border of the Sahara. They were settling there for the night as per Alpha Allister's order. Only one more day and they will reach the border, and yet they have heard nothing nor had any sign from Jubal.
Some of the warriors were busy with their tasks at hand. Two warriors wandered outside the cave to do their rounds checking the ground, when not too far from the camp they spotted two small figures. The two warriors looked at each other and they both nodded in agreement. They crept stealthily approaching where the two figures were. As they were both merely a few feet away from the figures, they heard laughter. They looked at each other and grinned. "Women," the first warrior mouthed to his companion. The other one nodded and grinned widely.
Slowly and silently, they walked their way to where the two women were. The two women were chatting with each other while they were digging, they were just using their hands to dig, and it seemed they had dug enough since the water came out.
"We need to fill all the waterskins, there is enough water coming out for it," the other woman said to her companion.
"It's too hot today, we should hurry, or the water will dry out," answered the other.
"The water is cool," the first woman said, and she dipped her body in the water that came out from the part of the sandy land where they had dug. Her thin kurti top clung to her body like a second skin when it was soaked with water. Her br*ast was exposed to the eyes of the two Drozosha warriors that were watching them silently.
"C'mon, Farah. Stop playing, we need to finish this before night falls so we can go back. Or else, Master will get angry again," the other lady said. The woman called Farah didn't listen to the other woman, instead, she just splashed water on her. The other woman shrieked when the cold water hit her and soaked her kurti too.
"Farah!" she said while shaking herself and getting rid of the water on her clothes. As she stood up and turned around, she was startled by the two warriors blocking her way.
"You won't mind us joining you in the fun, ladies," the first warrior said to the woman, then he licked his lips while eyeing her wet clothes and his gaze stayed on her breast that was exposed.
"Farah..." she called the name of the other woman, her gaze still on the two warriors in front of her.
"Yeah," the woman named Farah answered.
"We have guests," the other woman said. Still not taking her eyes off the two warriors. Farah came and stood beside her.
"It seems so," Farah said, eyeing the two warriors too. Farah didn't attempt to dry herself, her breast and her fully erect nips were exposed in the eyes of the two strangers. She even smiled when she saw the reaction of the two strangers to her body. Both women saw the lust in the eyes of the two warriors. The other warrior dared to lick his lips and touch himself in front of them.
"Are you lost, boys?" Farah asked the two warriors, her eyes still on the two, especially the one who was touching himself.
"We are not," the first warrior spoke, and in one movement he engulfed the first woman in his arm while his other hand was cupping one of her br*asts and he licked the exposed skin on her neck.
"Impatient, are we?" the first woman said to the warrior, grinning. She could feel his hot tongue on her skin. She looked at Farah.
Farah was in the hold with the other stranger too. The warrior holding Farah was impatient because he already pinned her down in the sand and ripped her Kurti. Farah looked at the other woman, having a conversation with only their eyes, they both grinned with malice.
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The Desert Alpha's Mate
WerewolfAlpha Badr Omar, is the Alpha and the Prince of the Sahara Clan, and the next in line on the throne to rule the kingdom of desert wolves, and for him to sit on the throne, there is one condition. He needs to marry another desert female wolf from ano...