Taina expected Eileen to be about to batê-la no chão, and get her pregnant yet again. But he didn't move for a second, and she got confused. "Garotão?" she said.
That snapped Eileen back to focus on the mulher nua under him, and he shared the idea he'd had. "I was wondering... how about you make uma tribo para nós?"
"A tribe for us?" Taina asked, not sure quite how he meant.
"As in, a tribe like meus antepassados would have lived in before the português came," Eileen clarified.
Taina had to agree, that did sound neat. She wished for them to move to a tribe hundreds of years ago, and for seus filhos to be a part of that tribe, mas sem relação. They would still be together, but irmãos e irmãs through land, not sangue. Plus this way they could procriar.
Criadouro vanished around them. The Atlantic beach spread out in front of them was replaced with a cabana- a comfortable one, but tribal and simple. To Taina's surprise, the leafy forest floor they lay on felt kinda pleasant- it seemed natural, like she was in tune with it. She heard a faint commotion around them, and gently pushed Eileen off her to quickly look at the tribe outside.
She saw their masses of filhote de caboclo, naked with their bodies painted in tribal patterns. They were all manner of ages, some still babies, others children, others still young adults, some even older than her. All of them seemed happy, living in harmony. She noticed Eileen had come to look too, and he seemed just as happy to see it as her.
After a minute or so, Eileen pulled her back into their cabana. "I've realised something really nice," he said. "I'm... I think I can remember some words of my ancestors' language."
Taina could tell how excited he was about this, and it made her happy too. "Oh, nice! What ones have you picked up?"
"This cabana we're in- this is an oca," Eileen said. "Our ninhada- they are our membyra. And, uh, I..." He hesitated, not because he was trying to work out how to say it, but because he seemed embarrassed. "I am a morubixaba."
Taina understood thanks to her power, and blushed. "A chief?"
Eileen nodded, and lay her down. "And you're my emirekó." Taina blushed again- his wife. "I am a apyŷaba, and you are a kuñã. Our mira must grow in number."
Taina nodded, and she breathed in hastily as Eileen's cock filled her again. The handsome abá atop her began to thrust hard and fast into her, and she wrapped her îyba and etymãs around him. It amazed her how she now wasn't even in the same time period he had been born into now, and the idea of being her morubixaba's emirekó was so satisfying to her.
Eileen felt even more satisfied- he had been denied this existence by the status of his ancestors, the conquest of his people's land, the passage of time and the genetics of her birth- but thanks to Taina he had overcome all of that. And he savoured getting to live it, thrusting faster and harder into this kuñãtãĩ, aching to get her pregnant with mais caboclos. Or rather, retê kaa'boc! Pá, pá, pá...
For how different the language they used to describe this and their surroundings were, the process once Eileen came was much the same as ever. His nhanha began to splurt inside Taina's ygé, and his yuhi surrounded her uovo. It occurred to Taina, this was an evolutionary process which had remained the same for thousands of years- indeed, at this time you could say it was more perfect than in their own time, because protection basically didn't exist.
Before she knew it, Taina had another kunumĩ or kunhãtaĩ of her morubixaba to membyra'saba into the world.