Tribal Hunt Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Tribal Hunt Pt. 01

... better. With a deep sigh he walked to the window. Near the river, Gnelsey was going through her usual routine, cleaning herself up.

She ran her fingers over her breasts, cupping each part of them. Her fingers closed around her nipples, gently tracing the fingertips over them.

"I got revenge for you, Dad. And now, Mom is mine."

He walked out of the hut and strolled down to the river. Coming closer, he hugged her from behind.

"Is my little nestling awake?" she asked carefully, sensing him against her damp back.

"Your chief is up," he said, taking in the fragrance of her hair. A shiver ran through him as he realized she was completely his.

He wanted her so badly.

"I used to give you baths in this water when you were a baby," she said with a smile, reminiscing about the past. However, he wasn't paying attention. Anarungu slid his hand down her belly, going lower and lower until Gnelsey stopped him.

"No! Not now. Tonight. You still need to go through your initiation as a chief, my son."

"Initiation? I'm tired of waiting! I want to feel you know, Mother"

"I'm flattered that you want it that much. But I want you to take some time to think about it, about us." She turned and kissed his cheek. "We'll meet tonight, my sweet baby."

He had to say goodbye to her, and she returned to the hut. He didn't see her again that day. People praised and congratulated him all the way until the evening.

By sunset, he was really tired and out of breath. He sat on ...

... the chief's big throne by the fire, his face covered with fresh red tribal drawings. He also wore a crown made of red feathers on his head. "Did Father really go through all of that too?"

"May this day be a new era for our tribe under the leadership of Anarungu The Great Ara. May his leadership be long and prosperous. Hail to the Blood Bird Tribe and to our new chief!" spoke the Elder.

Tatar'Atu looked at Anarungu in a friendly manner, though something seemed to bother him. Everyone was happy (except for Antalis, who was still angry that An had surpassed him in the Hunt).

"It is time to unite with the chief's wife. You do realize what the tribe expects of you, don't you?" The Elder whispered, looking at An with tired eyes. "We'll understand if you and Gnelsey don't want to, well.... She's your Mother, after all. Mother bird."

"No," Anarungu replied sharply, standing up from the chief's chair. "I'll do it."

The Elder nodded, showing great respect for the new chief.

"Anarungu the Great Ara is tired and wants some privacy in his hut!" the Elder announced loudly.

Anarungu quickly went to the chief's hut, taking off his crown and wiping away the paint. The moment was approaching—he and his Mother, together as husband and wife. Walking towards the hut, it felt like his entire life flashed before his eyes.

He recalled his first memory: sitting in Gnelsey's lap and playing with her hair by the river, she's laughing.

She reprimands him for hurting Peacock. ...