Tribal Hunt Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Tribal Hunt Pt. 01

... break my heart even more. Do you really think you can become chief? Even if you can surpass Naragasa and other hunters, do you think you're ready to meet your Mother's needs?" She traced her finger on his chest. "Do you believe you have the strength to satisfy me?"

He lifted his hands and suddenly gripped Mom's breasts, squeezing them with all his might. She squeaked.

"You won't be ready for my fervor, Mother," he said.

Gnelsey bit her lip and drew out her ceremonial dagger, bringing the point sharply to the neck of Anarungu, whose hands were still painfully squeezing her soft lush breasts and hard nipples.

"Filthy vile child. I'm not going to silently let my own son between my legs. You think I'm stupid enough to give myself to you? I'll kill you if you turn out to be the new chief, but before I do, I'll cut off your cock. I gave it to you, I'll take it back!"

He looked quietly into her eyes, sensing the chilly stone blade on his neck. Her hand and lip trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes, shining in the dim morning light. It was tough for her to hear such unsettling words from her own son, and even tougher to threaten to kill him.

"Maybe the lynx will get me first," he said, holding her hand and gently moving the dagger from his neck. "Let's talk about it when I come back." Anarungu took a step back, quickly putting on his bow, arrow-filled belt, some healing ointment, and grabbing his jagged spear. A small drop of blood from his neck cut landed ...

... on his gear, but he ignored it, only wiping the wound.

Gnelsey lowered her head, her breasts bearing the marks of his bold and forceful touch.

"Pray to the spirits for my return, or pray for my demise." With those words, he walked out, heading towards the gathering.

Scar, adorned in red hunter's drawings, sarcastically remarked, 'Took you long; Mommy was holding you up?

Tat, frustrated, adjusted his head-woven tail, "Enough! Our enemy is in the jungle, not here. We share a common goal."

"That's where you're wrong, my friend. There is no common goal; there can only be one Chief. It's every man for himself, and I would do anything to become the chief."

"Anything?" asked Peacock fearfully, taking a step back from Scar.

But Scar didn't answer as the Elder's shout rang out like thunder over the crowd of men.

"This morning, the future leader of the Blood Bird tribe is among us. But who he is, only the Great Tribal Hunt will decide! May the Spirits help you in your quest and protect your souls. I remind you of the rules. The future chief must bring two carcasses. Whose carcasses are not important, but there must be enough meat for the next 15 days for the whole tribe. You have time until the dawn! Whoever delivers the heaviest carcasses wins. He will be our new Great Ara chief."

The men listened in silence. In the background, women and elderly observers peeked out from their huts, curious about the impending event.

"Let the Great Tribal Hunt begin!" ...