Tribal Hunt Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Tribal Hunt Pt. 01

... go."

Anarungu climbed up and quietly moved towards the voices, holding his bow. Peacock and Scar were sitting directly below him, examining the ground.

"The lynx is nearby," whispered Scar. "Here's the trail."

Peacock tightened his grip on his spear, took out some berries, and ate them, trying to suppress his growing fear. On the other side, the bushes rustled, and Peacock and Scar stood up, aiming their spears.

Anarungu looked in that direction. Naragasa appeared from behind the trees, aiming his bow at Scar and Peacock.

"Naragasa?" asked Scar.

The thug looked them over from head to toe, but did not lower his drawn bow. "Anarungu! Is he with you? Where is he?"

"We went ahead, he stayed somewhere behind. We don't know. He's not with us!" babbled Peacock.

Anarungu barely breathing took out an arrow and drew the bowstring. Naragasa's body was in a good spot, right below him. The bulky man's eyes raced, searching the area. At that time, movement was heard behind Scar and Peacock.

"Anarungu? Is that you?" said Peacock, turning around.

The next second a huge grey lynx jumped straight out of the bushes, sinking its fangs into Peacock's face.

Anarungu released the arrow, but Naragasa noticed him just in time. The big man dodged, the arrow lightly grazed his shoulder, and fired his arrow straight at Anarungu.

An jumped backward almost falling off a tree.

"Aghhhhhhhhhhhh," yelled the Peacock in pain as the lynx tore him apart. Scar tried to put ...

... a spear into it, but the creature threw him back. Part of the spear only grazed its hind paw.

After climbing back up the tree, Anarungu noticed that Naragasa had already disappeared into the jungle. The screams gradually died down, and Peacock's body wriggled like a toy in a child's grasp beneath the lynx's powerful jaws.

Scar rose again and threw his spear straight at the creature, but the lynx dodged it.

Then he drew his bow and arrow. His hands shook with fear as the lynx casually tossed Peacock's lifeless form aside and focused its attention on its next prey—Scar.

There was no way he could insert and draw the bowstring; his fear was too strong. Scar's eyes darted back and forth to the dead, mutilated body of his friend, distracting him from his goal. He ineptly drew the bowstring and fired; the arrow struck the lynx's forehead and just fell nearby, only angering the huge predator.

"No, no!"

Anarungu jumped from above, leaping with his spear precisely at the beast and piercing its neck with his weapon. The point of the spear went through its neck; the creature slashed at his chest in agony, and Anarungu jumped back, grabbing his wound.

Attempting to flee, the lynx stumbled and collapsed with the spear lodged in its throat, convulsing in its final moments. Scar, bewildered, uttered, "Ana-Anarungu?"

Anarungu rose, using the fabric to tend to the scratch on his chest. Although the claws hadn't pierced deeply, the pain was intense. "Is it dead?"

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