Tribal Hunt Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Tribal Hunt Pt. 01

... think so," swallowed Scar, still holding his bow and walking closer to the creature's corpse. "Where did you c-c-come from?"

"It doesn't matter. Pull my spear out of the lynx's throat," Anarungu said. He turned around, approaching the lifeless body of the Peacock. The lynx had ravaged him; the Peacock's face had been bitten off, and his body and limbs were shattered.

"The spirits did not keep you safe, my friend. I hope you are now with the birds of our ancestors," whispered Anarungu. An unpleasant crunch was heard from behind; apparently, Scar had pulled out the spear.

"We need to make sure he-" Anarungu turned around. Scar was standing in front of him, pointing the bloody spear at him; this time, Scar's hands weren't shaking.

"What are you doing?"

"That lynx is mine. I'm sorry, An."

"Peacock just got mauled. Our friend is murdered, and now you want to kill me?"

"You're not my friend. I was only friends with you because of your Mother. Now I have a chance to be with her, and I won't miss it. And I don't need her little nestling getting in my way."

The imposing figure of Naragasa cast a shadow over Scar, silent like a gentle breeze.

"What are you looking a...?" Scar, puzzled, tried to turn around.

Snap.

Huge hands snapped hunter's neck and he fell breathlessly to the ground.

"No one dares to take another tribesman's life," Naragasa stepped forward with his spear, the tiny wound left by Anarungu's arrow visible on his shoulder.

"You took ...

... my father's life." Anarungu didn't seem to notice the death of another friend, technically a former friend.

Naragasa chuckled, "Took? No, An. Your father's overindulgence did him in. He loved my red berries so much he didn't notice one, the green poisoned one." Naragasa grinned, pulling a dagger from Scar's belt and taking all his arrows.

"Those red berries are generally harmless," Naragasa continued, "except for one little detail."

"Detail?"

"They're called Tribal Devourers. But, of course, your father has never heard of them. They're harmless to women, but men..." Naragasa pulled a berry from his pocket and twirled it in his hand. "Eating just one can make a man incapable of having offspring. Man's seed turns to mere water. Many tribes have been wiped out by these berries, in the west and south of our lands. And now, because of our deceased chief, the Blood Bird tribe is about to die out too." He squeezed the berry, the sticky juice running down his fist.

"Is that why you never ate those berries? To become the Tribe's Salvation?" Anarungu pressed the clean cloth harder against the wound on his chest. He listened, looked around, searching for an escape plan.

"Yes, I will be the salvation of the tribe. Gnelsey and my new children will breed with the rest of it. My name will be remembered, and my brother's name will be forgotten forever. I should have been the chief 40 cycles ago, not him. I've waited patiently, and now, my revenge is within reach." Naragasa ...