Tribal Hunt Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Tribal Hunt Pt. 01

... the settlement has had a new child." Scar said.

"Maybe it's our tribe's curse for eating berries," Anarungu said casually.

"Hahaha. Sure." All three of them gulped down the delicious berries again, coloring their mouths red.

"What if this really is some kind of curse and we are going to die out?!"

"Sooner or later things would get better."

Anarungu finally finished with his bow, when he felt a shadow behind him. He turned around, and huge long-haired man like a tree stood directly above him. In his hand was a spear, his muscles glowing in the sun from sweat.

Naragasa looked different up close. "Anarungu. Let's go." Naragasa said.

Anarungu stood up and followed him, grabbing his spear with new bow and leaving his friends behind.

"How is your mother, Anarungu?" Naragasa had a menacing, bestial voice. He was three heads taller than Anarungu.

"She is mourning her husband and preparing for the Great Hunt to meet her new leader."

"That's good. After all, I will participate in the Hunt. She should be ready to welcome me as her new Chief and husband."

Anarungu was silent; he followed, hiding his anger and pain.

"Tomorrow, I will go on the hunt for food. I want to take you with me. You are my brother's son; you are my blood. I want to train you, ensure you're not in danger, and see what my brother taught you before passing."

They stopped at the chief's house, at Anarungu's hut. He continued to be silent.

"Do you still refuse to eat the ...

... berries? They satisfy hunger when there is no other meat."

Anarungu didn't answer.

"Well. I can't force you to eat them. Tomorrow we'll meet at the edge of the village. Be ready at the dawn."

Naragasa turned and walked away. Anarungu stared after him. The big man had survived an attack by several lynxes, he had been stabbed twice with a spear, and three arrows had stuck him in the back once.

But he's still alive.

"How can I be sure he killed my father? And how can I take my revenge?"

Anarungu entered the hut. Inside it smelled of herbs, his mother was conducting a ritual to communicate with the spirits. She was sitting on her knees, crouching on the floor and afterward lifting her whole body up. While doing so, she hummed.

"Great spirits, I turn to you in this moment of despair. It has been a long time since we, the Blood Bird tribe, have seen newborn children. The curse lies upon us like a heavy burden, and we fear it will drag our future away.

Today, I, Gnelsey, ask you for help. Grant the gift of motherhood to our women. I'm begging you to bring joy and love to our tribe. Allow our women to experience the joy of motherhood once again. Thank you!" Her bare breasts shook, her nipples hitting the ground.

Anarungu turned away, trying not to look at her boobs.

"Do you think the spirits will help us?" he asked when she stood up.

"I'm sure they will. Tonight we will have a big ritual with all the tribe women, where we will address the spirits together ...