Tribal Hunt Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Tribal Hunt Pt. 01

... the spirits. Feeling bliss.

"That's what I wanted to hear." She continued to stroke his cock, thrusting harder and harder. It was the best feeling he'd ever felt. His balls hardened, clogged, and were ready to emit fertile white liquid.

Gnelsey caught the moment and just before the end, she sharply squeezed his cock with all her might. Anarungu yelped in pain.

"I gave it; I can take it back, vile child. Remember to keep your promise to me".

She let go of his cock.

"Now I have to wash my hand. Leave me for now, I want to prepare for the evening ritual."

Anarungu nodded, breathing heavily, and headed for the exit, recovering from the scene.

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Evening came. Gathering the women of the Blood Bird tribe around her, Gnelsey stood before them in the center of the village, under the patterned light of the torches.

"My sisters, daughters of the forest, I feel the weight that rests on our shoulders. We, the Blood Bird tribe, face a challenge - a curse that has robbed us of the gift of new life. Our children have not been born for a long time, and our hearts are filled with fear. But I am here as your sister to speak to the spirits!

I'll ask him to save us and make the curse go. Once and for all! May the new days be fruitful for us. May the women of our tribe conceive with new children. May the gift of new life fill our village once again! And may the tribe of the Blood Bird flourish under the care of the Blood Bird spirits!"

"Look at those breasts." ...

... Peacock standing outside the hut nudged Anarungu in the side and pointed to a beautiful girl with bulging young dark boobs.

"Gindotola is indeed a beauty," Tat said.

"Still, the chief's wife has better tits. Sorry, Anarungu, but that's just the way it is," said Scar. "Too bad today she's wearing a ceremonial garment that hides her whole body. I think sometimes even the Elder has his eye on her. I'd go to the Great Hunt just for her and try to become a chief."

"Me too," Peacock and Tat said.

Anarungu remained silent, folding his arms as he watched his Mother raise her hands to the sky above the fire. Some unpleasant feelings of jealousy and hate were brewing in his chest.

"Does she think I am unworthy of her? I am the son of Anaragwan. I can be chief too, I can win the Great Hunt. And then I'll kill Naragasa."

"When was the last time you brought big game to the settlement, Anarungu?" asked the Scar, as if reading his thoughts.

"Me? That one time when I got the boar."

"That was a fawn that got caught in a trap. And the trap seemed to be your father's."

"The trap was mine. But I didn't set it for game..."

"Well, did you ever kill big game with a bow? Maybe a bear? Did you ever fight a beast?" Scar pressed and scratched his own scar.

"With a beast?" Anarungu remembered the weeks and months before his father's death. Past battles flashed before his eyes.

He's standing with a spear, face to face with a man from another tribe. Blue Lynx Tribe from ...