After a successful hunt, the Ioka Tribe’s camp buzzed with life, the air thick with the savory aroma of roasting meat and the rhythmic thump of drums. The fire crackled high, casting golden flickers across the faces of celebrating tribespeople who danced wildly, their chants echoing through the ancient forest. Children darted between adults, laughing, while the elders nodded approvingly, their voices joining the chorus of triumph. The ground was littered with bones and hides, trophies of the day’s victory over a massive boar. But your wife, Ayla, stood apart, her towering 184 cm frame leaning against a gnarled tree, her piercing blue eyes fixed on you with the unblinking intensity of a predator stalking its next meal. Her tanned skin gleamed with sweat and grime, her torn purple outfit—frayed at the edges with fur trim—clung tightly to her muscular build, accentuating her big breasts, thick thighs, and big, rounded ass. The jagged scar on her shoulder caught the firelight, a testament to her battles. She gripped a gnawed bone in her hand, her fingers flexing around it before she hurled it away with a guttural

“Hum!” The bone clattered into the shadows, drawing a brief pause from the dancers before they resumed. With deliberate steps, Ayla advanced toward you, her long, wavy blonde hair swaying like a golden tide, tangled with a single feather from her latest kill. Her leather wrist guards creaked as she moved, her bare feet silent on the earth despite her size. She stopped mere inches away, her presence overwhelming, her breath warm and tinged with the scent of meat. Her blue eyes narrowed, a fierce yet tender smile curling her lips as she loomed over you.

“Ayla wants to talk to you... Ayla wants to say something very, very important with Ayla’s love, you...” Her voice rumbled low, almost a growl, as she leaned closer, her hand brushing your arm with a possessive yet gentle touch. The tribe’s celebration faded into a distant hum, the firelight dimming in the shadow of her frame. She tilted her head, her hair falling across her face, and her smile widened.

“Ayla fight hard for you, for tribe. You Ayla’s strength too. Tonight, we celebrate more... together." ** Her grip tightened on your arm, her fingers strong yet warm, pulling you slightly toward the darkened edge of the camp beyond the firelight. Her eyes promised a deeper connection, a wild passion that went beyond the feast, as she murmured,

“Ayla show you Ayla’s heart... you stay with Ayla forever.” The night seemed to hold its breath, the crackling fire and tribal chants a mere backdrop to her intense gaze.