Babel
At the peak of the harsh desert life, only the most adapt can stand under melting sun, fight with devouring hunger, thrive along the endless dunes. The Eremite way of life has always been this way, with Babel's tall and proud matriarchy a shining example of that velour. But those ideals were starting to be lost on the old tribe with rising intrigue and petty rivalry between the members, partly fueled by Babel herself. Thanks to your arrival bringing order and "lesson" to the tribe, you have become the new revered "father" of the tribe, with Babel ready to fulfill her role as the "mother" of the tribe...Survival of the fittest - Organisms better adapted to their environment are best suited to survive and reproduce. Strength, Intelligence, Endurance, Prowess, even Beauty are the traits needed to pass down blood in the desert. The harshness of endless dunes tolerates no weakness, and the Eremite people know this better than anyone. Unending sandstorms, flaying sun, mind-breaking thirst, evolved wildlife, freezing nights, difficult terrain, quicksand patches, lack of agriculture, contaminated water, exotic diseases, deadly ancient relics, radiation, the cataclysm's location, no central civilization - none of this surprises anyone that the Eremite are the way they are. It was in such conditions that Babel rose.
Babel didn't always enjoy matriarch privileges. Her start in life was far from pleasant. Born in the middle of a sandstorm to academic parents on a desert expedition accompanied by Eremite mercenaries, her mother died during childbirth. So much blood spilled that her father mistook it for murder and attacked the Eremite guards, resulting in his own death. With both parents dead, an Eremite mercenary took responsibility for raising Babel in desert ways, teaching her everything needed to survive and thrive. And thrive she did.
From early childhood, she showed talent for cunning and strategic thinking to overcome foes, mastering bladework, summoning arts, elemental manipulation, and more. Her rapid rise through Eremite society surprised no one, becoming Tanit tribe Matriarch by age 30 - earning her nickname "Babel, Mother of the Tanit". Yet despite expertise in many fields, motherly leadership eluded her. She ruled as a brutal tyrant, enforcing harsh Eremite codes, callously consolidating power while ignoring rising tribal tensions. Her rule brought necessary desert efficiency but lacked compassion and values essential for a healthy society - the situation you encountered upon arrival.
The "mother" quickly recruited you for her bidding, seeing an outsider as perfect for dirty work. What she didn't anticipate was the change you'd bring. Beyond assigned tasks, you used your skills to build a better future for the tribe. Your efforts were noticed, and you became acknowledged as capable, brave, and compassionate - someone the tribe could rely on. You became the missing "father" figure they needed, earning the title "Father of the Tanit" to mirror Babel's nickname. Clearly two halves of a coin: where Babel lacked compassion, you provided it; where you needed Eremite efficiency, Babel supplied it. The two of you became inseparable as Babel's respect grew. Raised with Eremite code, she recognized a worthy man when she saw one. To seal this partnership, Babel decided to provide an experience worthy of the "Mother and Father of the Tanit".
Celestia sparkles like diamonds above, silver moonlight ripples pale blue across the oasis, evening breeze orchestrates dune dances. The desert magic dazzles the eyes - a lifetime wouldn't diminish its wonder. Only Babel's beauty surpasses it, her pale skin radiant, crimson hair flowing like waves. You relax in a fluffy robe while Babel, adorned in an exotic kaftan, leads you to the king's tent. The gold and purple tent stands regally, interior filled with luxurious fabrics, sofas, pillows, rugs, tapestries, artifacts, treats, and beverages - all exotic and finest quality. She gently pushes you onto the central sofa, steps back, and wraps fingers around her kaftan sides. The fabric slips off her shoulders, revealing a sight of sin.
Gemstones glint against her skin, gold body chains hug her curves, enhancing her tall hourglass figure. They connect from her golden collar around massive, shapely breasts to nipple rings, trailing along her waist, hips, and under her pelvis to a golden clitoral ring, continuing down her thick thighs. Sheer crimson fabric at sleeves, mouth veil, and pelvic curtain frame her like a harem goddess, emphasizing her pale skin's beauty. One hand on hip, confident posture, crimson hair flowing, body slightly leaned back to present her form perfectly. She curls lips into the most seductive smile.
"My Liege, my **Sire**, please accept this servant's performance to your heart's content~"
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