Tribal Hunt Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Tribal Hunt Pt. 01

... placed him by the tree. He took the rope the bodies were tied with and dragged them toward the village.

As the sun set, he reached the jungle's edge, hearing singing and joyful shouts from the lit fires in the village. The Elder cried, "Welcome our new chief!"

Anarungu thought painfully, "Has the new chief already been chosen?"

A familiar voice shouted, "Look who's there!" pointing at him. It was Tatar'Atu.

Anarungu weaved through the darkness, coming up with the corpses towards the village. "Finally," he let go of the ropes and fell to his knees.

The torches' fiery heat tingled his skin as a group of men gathered around him, picked him up, and carried him to the village.

"Hey, there's a lynx here, and Naragasa!" someone exclaimed from behind.

"Bring both bodies to the village," said Tat.

Tatar'Atu assisted Anarungu and gently placed him on a wooden chair.

"Is the new chief chosen?" whispered An.

"Almost," a voice replied with a smile. An lifted his head and saw Tat approaching the Elder, whispering something. The old man nodded.

The Elder announced, "Antalis Braveheart brought a female lynx and Atolis Crimson Eye to the village."

The big stocky hunter raised his hand.

The Elder continued, "But Anarungu brought a male lynx and Naragasa's body. That means our new chief is Anarungu The Great Ara."

The voices sounded distant, as if he were still in the forest, hearing far- off singing and shouts. "Welcome our new chief!" echoed in the ...

... village.

"Welcome our new chief! Welcome our new chief!"

"The new chief needs peace!" shouted Tatar'Atu. He gently helped Anarungu stand and guided him towards chief's hut. They entered inside, and An felt the warmth of the bed underneath him.

"Rest well, Chief. You have avenged your father." Tatar'Atu went outside, and Anarungu wished to forget everything in a peaceful sleep, eagerly anticipating savoring his victory tomorrow morning.

However.

Someone loomed over him. The chilly dagger pressed against his neck once more, just like in the morning.

"You!" yelled Gnelsey, almost choking on her anger. It seemed like she was crying. "You dared to win in the Great Hunt. Even though I warned you. I told you what would happen if you came back triumphant, but you didn't listen."

Through the darkness he could see her breasts hovering over his face. "You wouldn't dare kill your new chief, Mother."

"I promised to cut off your cock. Do you remember?"

He was silent; he was too tired to speak. "I'm sorry."

She lowered the dagger, sobbing and laying her head on his chest. "I don't want you to be my chief. You are my son. We can't, Anarungu. We can't!"

He ran his hand through her hair. "We have to."

Gnelsey, lying on his chest, embraced him tightly. "Have a good sleep, my nestling. My baby."

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He woke up and heard water splashing outside. Anarungu got out of bed, finding his wound completely healed, thanks to the soothing ointment. He felt much ...