Tribal Hunt Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Tribal Hunt Pt. 01

... thundered the Elder.

Anarungu witnessed the giant Naragasa swiftly vanish into the dense vegetation of lianas and bushes in the jungle, being the first to do so. The men and youths scattered in different directions.

"I will be the new chief!" said Scar and headed into the jungle with his huge spear. Peacock cowardly headed after him, nearly dropping his bow and spear.

Anarungu watched Scar and Peacock disappear into the foliage.

"It's time, An," Tat said, giving him a clap on the shoulder. "We have a better chance of killing the lynx if we team up."

"You're a good friend, Tat, but right now I have to kill Naragasa."

The village slowly cleared out as all the men ventured into the dense jungle, leaving only Tat and An at the edge. "This fight is mine alone."

Tat nodded in understanding, saying, "May the Spirits be with you then, friend." With that, he ventured into the jungle, leaving Anarungu standing alone.

An glanced back at his Mother's hut, savoring one last look and feeling the hot touch of her breasts on his fingers. He thought he noticed her watching. Does she hate him for his words and actions? It doesn't matter. She will have to obey if he is to be the new chief.

Anarungu gripped his spear tighter and headed into the jungle.

"Hunting humans is different from hunting beasts," he climbed through a liana up a tree, clearly hearing his father's voice as if he were speaking the words right above his ear. "Beasts smell with their nose, they ...

... listen with their ears, and prepare to be attacked always. Humans, like you and me, have an important weakness—we think we own the jungle. We are not as fearful of attack as beasts; we watch with our eyes and rarely listen. And even more rarely do we look up."

He walked on, listening to the hooting of the forest and noticing human footprints below. Three or four men had passed by, but there wasn't a single footprint of Naragasa. His large foot is immediately recognizable. The broken branches here are due to the inexperience of hunters, not their size.

He walked on, and after a while, he detected the distinct odor of blood. There, by the tree, lay one of the hunters—a tall and sizable man, slightly smaller than Naragasa. This man was part of the group that had set fire to the chief's body during the funeral. His name was Atolis Crimson Eye, and he had a chest wound—he had been stabbed with a spear and left to die. "Naragasa did it. Only he would have had the strength for that," he concluded. He was heading in the right direction.

He nearly fell a couple of times, stepping on stray branches or slipping. Faltering, he listened to the forest, trying to determine if he had been spotted.

"Did you hear it?" he recognized Peacock's voice. "It was a lynx, I'm sure."

"Then keep an eye out, Lazy Peacock. I don't want the lynx sneaking up from behind," Scar said.

"Whatever you say. I'd rather have stayed in the village."

"And be known as a coward? Don't talk. Let's ...