Tribal Hunt Pt.03

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Chapter 7: Prisoner.

“Wake up, Anarungu.” Gnelsey shook him lightly by the shoulder. “Meet the dawn.”

Young chief opened his eyes, feeling something soft under right arm. It was Peacock.

Although it seemed like yesterday he’d had all the juices squeezed out of him, this morning he was greeted with a morning boner that peeked out from behind his girdle.

His mother glanced down at his huge cock and backed away, returning to chief’s wife morning routine. She had red feathers in her hair and a ceremonial outfit on the waistband.

“We did what you wanted. Now I need you to go and tell the Elder that you are not our chief from this day on.”

He watched as her insemination-perfect hips moved and her ass jiggled just above the level of his face.

“I told you I’d stop being chief if you didn’t get pregnant, Mama. After last night, there’s no way you won’t.”

Gnelsey traced her hand over her belly, sensing his warm jizz still lingering within her. A shiver of horror passed through her as she thought about the possibility that his seed might be fertile.

What if she has to bear a child of her own son? No, that can’t be happening.

“Why, out of all the men, would you think you could break our curse? Even if your seed is fertile, which is highly unlikely, it can’t grow inside me. I didn’t want to upset you yesterday, but a seed can’t sprout from the same tree it came from. I have lived a very long life and know how nature works. A bird can’t have babies with its own chick. You just wanted a night with me, not as a son, but as a chief and husband. And I granted you that night!”

“And the night was perfect, Mama,” Anarungu came closer. He gently squeezed her lusciously beautiful breasts. “This bosom will feed our coming child, just like it fed me. Because of Naragasa’s berries we are the only ones who can help the Blood Bird tribe.”

She didn’t understand why he was mentioning berries. Gnelsey removed his hands from her chest.

“This bosom will not feed your child, Anarungu. You have no idea the sacrifice I made for the tribe yesterday when I let you do… all this gross stuff to me. You finished inside me two times!”

He rested the head of his morning hard-on against her belly as she spoke. His pink head entered her navel lightly, smearing the viscous white fluid across her stomach. Gnelsey kept talking with a serious face. “And I want you too to finally make the sacrifice for our tribe. Give up your position as chief.”

The jets of pleasure from his cock, touching her soft skin, were rushing through his skull. He wrapped his arms around her neck, moving closer to mother’s lips, but not kissing. He felt her warm breath on his face, saw her nostrils dilate.

“You’re gorgeous, Mama. You would be a perfect mother of my kids. I don’t want to lose you; I won’t give you to another man. But I’ll do as you ask; only if it turns out that my seed indeed hasn’t grown in you.”

She rolled her eyes, tired of hearing his nonsense. Mother of his kids?

“How much do you want to wait?”

“Until I can be sure you are not pregnant, Mama. I think you remember how my pregnancy went and what the first signs were. But if you don’t, ask the Elder. He knows how long you have to wait for the first signs.”

Gnelsey’s eyes suddenly glittered with anger. “Do you want me to tell the Elder that the chief, my own son, has put a child inside me!?”

“I haven’t yet. I’ve only tried.” He grinned.

“A bird cannot bear offspring from its chick! Did you even listen to what I was saying to you! Ughhh!!!!! You’re just like your father. You are thinking by using what’s between your legs. The spirits will never let me get pregnant with your children. When will you understand that?” Gnelsey snapped, her hands angrily resting on her waist. Her chest heaved with emotion. “You should find yourself a suitable mating partner, Anarungu. I heard Gindotola was interested in you. Maybe you have a future with her, not me.”

His hard cock was still pressing against her belly. Anarungu took her by the shoulders.

“For now, my mating partner is you. You’re the chief’s wife.” He slowly sat her down on her knees.

“No, Anarungu.” She tried to protest, but he was telling the truth. His eager manhood was finally at the level of her nose. Her soft pleasant breath rolled over his cock in waves.

Gnelsey’s nostrils widened when she smelled his big member. It was still covered in the remnants of her insides and An’s semen from last night. And that was the odor his mother was inhaling now.

“It’s only until you realize I’m not pregnant. And no child-making mating!” Her eyes rose to his, her nostrils absorbing again the scent of his cock.

He nodded and twitched as her fingers gently circled his base.

“Shh, don’t be so jerky,” whispered Gnelsey, stirring up his skin. “I can’t believe I raised such a hungry big bird boy.”

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Mama.” His legs shot up as her lips gently kissed his pink head.

He has traveled back in time many küçükçekmece escort cycles ago. He is wrapped in the cloth in her arms and suckles her breasts. Gnelsey kisses him, her tender kiss full of motherly love.

Now with the same kiss she bestows on his cock, covered in her son’s semen. At this moment she seemed like the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

She smiled noticing how hard her kiss has knocked him out. Her lips opened and she enveloped his head before engulfing his cock all the way down with a sharp movement of her head.

“Ugghghhhhhhfff…yeah, Mama, yeah, …guhhhhhhhhhhh….it’s…perfect.” He closed his eyes, her moist soft mouth sending him to places of pleasure he’d never been.

Gulping sounds filled the shack; she was licking the remnants of last night’s cum off his cock, eating his dead kids, her grandchilden. Anarungu strained hard not to fall, his knees bent slightly.

Her tongue drove over his cock, his skin, and his black veins. “Kghhh.. Ugh-ugh-ugh, ghhhhh, ugh.” She lapped, smacked and tasted the flavor of his manhood.

Anarungu felt a mad desire to mark her, to fill her throat and belly with his hot seed. First her vagina, now her mouth. But every time his hands touched her black hair or her head, wanting to embrace her – Gnelsey’s teeth clamped down painfully on his cock. It was a clear sign, “Don’t touch me.”

“I have to…AAAAGGGGGGGGHHH…” he couldn’t help himself and a jet of pleasure rolled through his skull, he jerked as her lips pulled his skin one last time him and released hot semen.

Gnelsey pulled her head away and white clots shot out onto the floor, catching some of her hair.

“Ughhhh, Mama.” He straddled his trembling staff, releasing more and more streams.

When it was over, he realized he was standing in the middle of the shack alone. He could now smell the odor of cum himself. The mess created on the floor now had to be cleaned up.

===

The morning sun illuminated the Blood Bird tribe. Everyone was busy with their work, especially hunters, warriors of the Blood Bird tribe. At the fringe of the settlement, where the verdant jungle stretched out before them, a small group of hunters had congregated.

“A trap must be stealthy and inconspicuous. Otherwise there is little point in it,” Anarungu was showing a few of the young hunters how to properly tie a liana.

He was still recovering from the morning orgasm.

Peacock excitedly leaped up onto his leg, letting out tiny meows and eagerly trying to get involved.

“How do you know so much?” asked Tat.

“My father taught me everything he knew. While you were hunting animals, I was learning how to hunt humans.”

Tatar’Atu nodded.

“Elder says we will lose.” Suddenly said one of the young hunters. “Blue Lynx is stronger. Elder is old, he doesn’t care anymore. We’re going to run out sooner or later because of the Curse!”

“Did the Elder say that? He’s an old fool. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Do you want these murderers to come after our mothers and sisters? After our women?”

The young hunters shook their heads.

“That’s what I thought,” concluded An. “So get yourselves together. We don’t know when Blue Lynx hunters will atta…”

“Chief!” Jarkash, a mature hunter, came running from behind the huts. “You need to see this!”

Anarungu and the young hunters hurried after Jarkash. They entered the jungle at the other end of the settlement.

“Look,” Jarkish walked over to three tall hunters who were flanking something. Or someone.

Anarungu stood amidst the hunters. On the ground, two slain Blood Bird hunters sat back to back. Their bodies mutilated and their noses cut off to the roots.

Some of the young hunters backed away in disgust, while others ran off.

“These two went hunting this morning for food,” Jarkash pointed to their chests. “The Blue Lynx mark.”

Peacock walked around, sniffing the bodies.

“We could have guessed who did it even without a mark,” said Anarungu.

“They’re trying to scare us. They think we’re afraid!” shouted Antolis, who was almost chosen as chief, swinging his spear.

Someone behind Anarungu was trembling, their knees and hands shaking.

“Set up the traps, just like I showed you. And burn the bodies of these two. We’ll say farewell to them before the sunset. This is our jungle, not theirs. Now find those who did this. They shouldn’t go too far,” Anarungu turned and walked back to the settlement. His serious expression suddenly softened, his lower lip trembling.

“Father, help me stay strong through all of this.”

===

“Elder?” Gnelsey went into the tall shack that stood out among the others.

The salty-sweet taste of her nestling’s dick was still on her lips.

She pushed aside a partly open animal skin cover at the entrance. Inside, the old hut was full of random things, with arrows and flint pieces scattered on the floor. Gnelsey carefully küçükyalı escort stepped over an old spear, which looked to have seen more than one encounter with an enemy, and approached the other exit.

“Elder?” she repeated. This time her tone was rather surprised.

A short old man stood outside the shack, two hands clutching a staff. He was watching the sky. “Is that you, Gnelsey?” he said, without taking his eyes off the sky. “I recognized your footsteps. My eyes don’t see as well as they used to. Come here, my dear.”

He reached out his hand, and she took it.

“How is our leader doing?” he asked with a smile, gazing at the clouds.

“Anarungu is strong. He is a good chief,” she replied.

“That is good, good. We need a strong leader now more than ever,” Elder nodded. “And how are you doing?”

He smiled and turned his head to Gnelsey, squeezing her hand.

“I’m fine, father,” she met that gaze with consternation and looked down.

“Is something bothering you, dear? Did something happen? You know you can tell me.”

“I’m just… We need different ways to pick a chief. The Tribal Hunt failed the Blood Bird. How did we end up with my son being my chief and husband? Sometimes I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Elder sighed meaningfully, his nostrils dilating with mute anger.

“There was nothing between us! I would never let my son behave like my husband in any way. My womb is sacred.”

“Heavy trials have fallen upon your shoulders,” the Elder said, looking straight ahead as his slightly blurred pupils widened. “I think Gansaya would find the right words to comfort you, but as your father, I will speak the harsh truth. We have all faced hardships, and with the death of Anaragwan, a great threat has come upon us. Anarungu becoming chief was an accident, an accident that could destroy our tribe. We should get rid of him.”

“Get rid of him?” Gnelsey wrenched her hand away.

Elder made a step closer, adjusting the staff. “You’ll find a new strong husband, a hunter, dear. And you will bear many more new children when the curse of the tribe is lifted. I was silent when you mentioned not wanting more kids after Anarungu was born. But that was before the Tribal Curse! I know it’s hard to accept the loss of one son, dear, but imagine how many other children can you bear? Don’t they deserve the right to live? You body is still capable of producing more strong progeny. You can’t be Anarungu’s wife and Anarungu can’t be your chief. Sweetheart, either you or him should go.”

Gnelsey watched the movements of his old lips in shock. “Anarungu is my son! He’s our family! We are not animals to kill our own kind, Elder. There should be another way. I’ll convince him to renounce his chieftaincy! I almost…”

“Those who renounce their chieftaincy are sent into an exile. Anarungu will never agree to that. Or you disagree with me?”

“Are you saying…” Gnelsey felt like she was suffocating. “Are you saying that I should exchange my son’s life for the prosperity of our tribe?”

“I’m old, dear. Time passes, sometimes I feel like I stopped understanding some things. And perhaps I’ve been wrong about many other things.” He looked at the sky again, jabbing the staff into the ground. “But in all this time while I have lived and watched, I have realised one truth. There is nothing stronger in this world than my daughter’s loyalty to the Blood Bird. And I know she will make any sacrifice to ensure that the tribe thrives.”

Gnelsey breathed, her chest heaving. Only the light reflected from her tear-filled, beautiful brown eyes.

===

Anarungu fixed his knife on his belt. Tatar’Atu, sitting in a nearby tree, did the same. His friend grabbed a branch and glanced down in dismay. It wasn’t too far to fall, but if you landed wrong, you could easily break something vital.

Anarungu dangled his feet, checking to see if the paint on his face has dried. On the tree across from them, two more hunters settled down. Their whole appearance indicated that hiding in the vines was not to their liking.

“We’ve been waiting for a long time. Could Jarkish have been mistaken about the Lynx scouts? Maybe they attacked our hunters and returned? Are we sure they should be here?”

Anarungu just nodded.

He fondly recalled the night he spent with his mother. The feeling of his hot seed flooding his birthplace was like nothing else.

And then today’s morning. Her hot tender mouth was amazing. It was the same mouth that kissed him throughout his whole life, his birth and childhood.

But he still had doubts. Will his seed sprout inside her? He twirled one of the berries in his hand. Tribe Devours.

Maybe he had eaten those berries before but didn’t remember. Just one or two. It might not have seemed important then, but even eating one berry would mean that he can’t have children. “If I can’t have children then I’ll have to do what I promised. I have to stop being chief and go into an exile.”

Tatar’Atu kültür escort patted him on the shoulder and pointed down.

They are here.

Ten hunters, faces and bodies carelessly painted with red smear lines that tried to mimic the drawings of the Blood Bird tribe. But anyone from the Bird tribe would have realised at once that they were enemies.

Five men and four women were led by a very tall huntress with curly short hair. A short hunter with a bow behind her quietly said something An couldn’t hear.

They were just below them.

Anarungu signaled.

A makeshift net-like trap closed in on several Blue Lynx hunters, lifting them up.

“I can’t believe it worked!” exclaimed Tat.

“Trap!” yelled the tall huntress. A spear thrown from the branches killed a hunter standing next to her.

The Blood Bird Hunters on the other tree attacked first, followed by Tatar’Atu and Anarungu.

Anarungu’s hands trembled, but he pulled out a knife and hurled it straight at the bowman’s throat. The man fell as the blade did not go in, but grazed his neck.

The sounds of battle echoed through the jungle. The next moment with a loud shout, the female leader huntress rushed at Anarungu to attack. Her spear narrowly missed his head as he moved back.

“You wounded my husband!” roared the woman while behind her back Tatar’Atu slit the throat of one of the Lynx hunters.

“I could have sworn I didn’t wound, but killed your husband.”

She attacked with renewed vigour. Anarungu fought back with his spear, retreating further back. Her spear sliced through the skin on his ribs. She knocked Anarungu down and grabbed him by the throat.

Death was so close that he could feel its breath at his ear.

The dying bowman’s screams stopped.

“Your husband…is dead,” growled Anarungu. Hearing this stunned the huntress for a moment. Her grip loosened just a little, and she looked at Anarungu strangely, as if assessing him.

A bird-like whistle swept through the forest and a dozen hunters, led by Jarkish, jumped out of the trees. Peacock jumped out after them. The animal ran up and leapt at the huntress’ leg.

As the creature’s teeth dug into her skin she held back a groan of pain, and Anarungu kicked her in the stomach. The woman bent over in pain and Anarungu delivered another kick to the head.

He tied leader’s hands. She was unconscious.

Soon after, all the men were killed. Only one woman, besides tall huntress, was captured.

Limping Tatar’Atu ran up to his chief. “Are you all right?” and without waiting for an answer asked again. “What is to be done with the women? Execute them?”

“No,” Taking a breath, Anarungu said. “Bring them to the settlement. Are all of ours alive?”

“Karish is badly wounded.” Jarkish said.

Peacock, whose small face was covered with blood, jumped back and ran between Anarungu’s legs. After that it jumped away into the jungles, emitting a childish cat-like growl.

“Let’s get back to the settlement,” said Anarungu, feeling the wound in his ribs rumbling. “Let Karish be seen by the healers.”

At that moment one of the Lynx men, mortally wounded, stood up. He wasn’t noticed in time, and to the surprise of the other hunters, he quickly moved towards the captured woman and killed her, snapping her head.

Bird hunters finished him off.

“Why did he do that?” Jarkish asked.

“Perhaps the Blue Lynx have customs we don’t know about.” Anarungu threw the tall huntress onto his shoulder.

She was their only prisoner.

===

Gnelsey rushed into the chief’s hut, anxiously searching for Anarungu. He was applying healing ointment to the wound.

“Anarungu,” Gnelsey hugged her son, her body pressed against his back. “My nestling, they told me you were seriously hurt. I was so worried.”

“I’m alive, Mother, but we lost three men today.”

“What were you thinking?” She slapped him in the face. “You can’t just wander through the jungle and wield a spear whenever you want! You’re the leader of our tribe, and you have duties!”

She kissed his wound delicately, bending forward a bit. The muscles on her neck twitched with every warm kiss.

“I know, Mama.”

“You should be here with me, not there. Why didn’t you ask me first? This is all Jarkish’s fault. He knows you’re a very young chief. I’ll talk to him and he’ll answer to me for having you almost kiiled!”

“You’re so pretty when you worry about me instead of trying to stab me with a knife.”

She squinted angrily and folded her arms, shaking her breasts.

“Just so you know, that knife has saved me many times. The best weapon against a man who wants to mate is a knife! You think I’ve never used it on your father? Well, you’re wrong. I said I didn’t want more children after you, but I never said you father didn’t want more.”

He approached her, savouring the scent of Mama’s black hair. Gnelsey hugged him.

“Just be careful, my nestling.”

Her tense dark nipples rested precisely against his chest.

“I won’t let them take you and my child from me.”

Jarkish appeared on the doorstep. He lowered his head and stepped back, waiting for the chief to be free.

“I have to go, Mother.” Anarungu slipped out of her arms and followed Jarkish. A stunned and confused Gnelsey fell onto the bed, holding her stomach.

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