Tribal Hunt Pt. 01
Tribal hunter wants to impregnate his own tribal Mother.
CHAPTER 1. BLOOD BIRD TRIBE
Anarungu stood over the dead body. He couldn't believe it.
His father was dead. He had been dastardly poisoned. Someone from his tribe had done it. He knew it for a fact.
Chief Anaragwan's body lay on a pedestal, among the huts and trees, surrounded by the priests and tribesmen of Blood Bird.
Anarungu gripped his spear tightly, holding back his anger as the priests prepared to burn the body.
"Hush, my nestling." His mother touched his shoulder, feeling the anger that came over him.
"I am calm, Mother." Anarungu didn't want to look at her. He glanced to the other end of the crowd, where, with his head proudly raised, stood the curse of the Blood Bird tribe. It was Chief Anaragwan's brother - Naragasa, Anarungu's uncle.
"Traitor had long wished to take my father's place."
His mother silently stroked his head, not hearing his angry words, and stood beside him. He looked at her.
She looked beautiful, the chief's wife with long black dreadlocks and large breasts with bulging nipples whose majesty was never hidden by any clothing. The women of the tribe did not wear outer garments that covered their breasts, much less the chief's wife. So it was hard for him to look at her.
Her full-of-life voluptuous breasts with bulging pink nipples drove him crazy and filled his head with the most horrid thoughts.
"She's my Mama, the one who gave me life, like Mother Earth or Mother Sky--Mother Gnelsey. My Mother. Can I think the same way of earth or sky, food or water?
On the other hand, I am a man. I have to mate and produce new children. And my mother is a woman, just like the others. Is it wrong that I find her attractive?"
He turned away, swallowing, feeling the tension in his chest and below his legs.
What mattered most now was not his complicated relationship with his mother, but the fact that his father was dead. The tribe chief had been killed.
"Brothers and sisters of the Blood Bird tribe," one of the elders spoke in the tribal throat language. "
"Today, our hearts wrapped with sorrow because we lost someone special. We gathered here today to say goodbye to our great leader, the great Anaragwan the Great Ara. His feathers like fire lit our path.
Anaragwan was wise, like a sturdy tree that provided comfort and protection. He possessed strength, comparable to a bow ready to face any challenge thrown at him by fate. We, the Blood Bird, will always be thankfull for the peace he brought into our lives. Now, as his wings carry him into eternal life, we will carry on his legacy. May Anaragwan the Great Ara find peace. At last. Goodbye, Anaragwan."
Several men pointed torches toward the body, red feathers on their heads. They shouted, beginning to sing as the fire engulfed the body.
The priests began to sing along and beat their drums, seeing the chief off on his last journey.
Anarungu sighed, lowering his spear. His eyes, painted with red lines, stared at Naragasa again.
"I will avenge you, father."
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"Would you like some berries, Anarungu? You'll feel better, I'm sure." His good friend Tatar'Atu held out a handful of red berries.
"I can't stand these things." Anarungu twisted the bowstring tighter on his bow, checking its integrity.
"You've never even tasted one." Said the other guy next to him, sharpening his spear.
"And I'm not going to."
"That's because Naragasa found them," Tatar'Atu said and smiled. "You hate everything he does. He has helped the tribe a lot, you have to admit that."
"He is the curse of the tribe!" Anarungu broke his bow in rage." I'm sure he poisoned my father with these berries."
"We ate them and didn't die yet. The whole tribe eats them." Said the fourth in the company, a long-haired hunter with a large scar on his shoulder.
"I don't know how he did it yet, but I will get to the truth." Anarungu looked down at his bow with a sigh. "How will I go hunting now?"
"Are you already preparing for the Great Tribal Hunt?" Tatar'Atu smiled.
"I heard that the Elder will announce it in a few cycles!" The third spear-wielding friend, whose name was Lazy Peacock, looked at everyone excitedly.
"I'm unlikely to participate," Anarungu said quietly, but no one noticed.
"A new Tribe Chief will be elected through the Great Hunt. The last time it was held was 40 phases ago when Anaragwan became Chief, "Peacock said.
"What are the rules of the Hunt?" Tatar'Atu looked at him with interest.
"No one knows," the long-haired scarred guy said, rubbing his shoulder. "But I think the name says it all. We'll have to hunt. The most important thing in the hunt is not to run into a lynx."
"I just lost my father. Let's not talk about this hunt and the election of a new chief, shall we? " Anarungu started to make a new bow.
"If you say so." All three of them said in unison, popping some more of the sweet red berries into their mouths.
Anarungu looked at the berries in a bag. Naragasa had discovered them somewhere in a remote part of the jungle a couple of phases ago. Since then, he had fed them to the entire tribe and often disappeared from the camp to bring more. For this, he was loved and honored. Even the chief himself, Anaragwan, liked berries, which saved the tribe from starvation on difficult days.
But Anarungu had never seen Naragasa himself eat the berries. Why?
"Have you seen how big Gindotola's breasts are already!?" Tatar'Atu's eyes widened.
"Chief's wife certainly has better ones," said Scar. The trio turned to Anarungu, but it was as if he didn't notice that they were talking about his Ma.
"I often watch my father copulate with my Mama. I can't wait to try it myself with a woman," said Peacock.
"My father copulates with my mother three times a day. He believes it will increase the chance of conceiving a child."
"Three times is a lot. But I'm not seeing any results. It's been four phases since 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 just finished working on his bow when he noticed a large, tall man with long hair standing nearby. In his hand was a spear, his muscles glowing in the sun from sweat.
Naragasa looked different up close. "Anarungu. Let's go with me."
Anarungu got up and went after him, taking his spear and a 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 our 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 walked away, and Anarungu watched him go. The big man had endured a lynx attack, been stabbed twice with a spear, and hit by three arrows in the back.
Yet, 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 chest.
"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 and ask for new children." His mother moved closer, touching his shoulders with her hands, massaging them. "Motherhood is our greatest gift, my child."
She touched his back with a piece of her nipple. He shuddered. His cock rose beneath the feathered robe.
"You no longer care about father's death? Don't you want to seek revenge for his murder?"
"Murder?" she stepped back into the depths of the shack. Anarungu didn't face her, trying to hide his hard-on. "Your father was taken by the spirits. It was not the fault of any of our tribe members, including Naragasa."
"I know he's had his eye on you and the chief's seat for a long time. I'm sure it's him."
"Naragasa abandoned those desires long ago. He's been a great help to our tribe and our chief. He's a good hunter; he's a good warrior and a good man. You should not envy him."
"I don't envy him, Mama!" he felt the tension subside and his cock slowly fell. He didn't look at her, only listened to the rustle of Mama's footsteps, her strong beautiful legs.
If he looked, he would only have one thing on his mind again. Mating.
"You are afraid of the Great Hunt." She uttered, he felt her breath very close to him.
"Afraid?"
"A new chief will be elected, my new husband. You will no longer be able to live in the chief's hut, so as not to disturb him."
She touched An's shoulders again, running her soft hands over his muscular arms.
"You're not going to take part in the Great Hunt, are you? There are so many contenders; I don't think you can win them all. You could die, Anarungu. All the men of the tribe will be trying to take over as chief and my lover. And if you become chief, you and I will be forced to copulate."
"I..." he could barely find his voice.
She touched him from behind with her breasts, her hard nipples pressing right into his back.
He stiffened again.
"How could a mother do that with her son? The one who gave you life, cradled you in her arms, nourished you with the warmth of her own milk, nurtured you before you went to sleep? Each night, I tenderly bathed you in the waters of the river, carefully placing your head against my own body, whispering words to usher you into sleep. Tell me, Anarungu. Can we copulate?"
"No, we can't."
Her hands enveloped his muscled chest and stomach, running her hand over it and suddenly sliding down, gripping his hard cock.
"And yet. You think I don't notice the way you look at me, Anarungu? How can a nestling look like that at the bird that nurtured and gave birth to him?"
His legs jerked up in pleasure. She grabbed his cock, pulling the skin taut.
"You're so big and strong already, my nestling. I know the feelings you harbor for your dear Mama but promise me. Promise me you will not take part in the Great Hunt."
"Ohhh... Mama, yes, I promise." He bit his lip, feeling her hand on his cock, her breasts against his back. He shuddered, feeling ascension, connecting with 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, child. Remember to keep your promise to me".
She let go of his mahood.
"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 behind huts 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 breasts. 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."
"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 a game..."
"Well, did you ever kill a big game with a bow? 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 outer worlds. Man's face painted with blue smears.
"Anarungu?" Tat poked him in the shoulder.
"No, I haven't fought a beast yet."
"Didn't you say that you and your father often went on hunting trips?" Tat said, trying to support him. Peacock and Scar watched expectantly.
Anarungu thought for a moment. His father's voice rang clearly in his mind.
"Danger can threaten us from anywhere. We must be prepared; we must know how to fight. You are the son of a chief and you must be able to take another man's life. Anyone who tries to sneak into the Blood Bird tribe, anyone who wants to steal our food and women, must be killed. I will teach you how to do that. I will teach you how to take a man's life. Can you take a man's life, Anarungu?"
"No, we just went to set traps and pick berries. Nothing like that," Anarungu replied languidly.
"That's what I thought." Scar smiled. Peacock and Tatar'Atu were silent and tensely shifted their gaze to the ritual.
"Spirits of fertility, hear my call! The seeds of the Blood Bird are not sprouting and children's laughter is not spreading through the tribe. Restore our fertility! Grant us children who will fill our homes with joy!"
With each word of her prayer, Gnelsey raised offerings to the spirits. The women of the tribe followed her example.
"With a woman like her, my seeds will sprout at once," Scar grinned and disappeared.
"Scum!" said Anarungu, turning to face Scar, but Peacock and Tat held him back.
"Just ignore him. He's waiting for the Hunt; that's why he's so cocky. When Naragasa becomes chief, he'll turn into the old Scar again. Let's not ruin our friendship," Tatar'Atu said.
"Naragasa will never become the new chief!"
"Who but him?" Peacock watched the end of the ritual in silence.
Anarungu stepped back and left the twosome, heading back to his hut. "Never!"
CHAPTER 2. LYNX
It was a bloody dawn, marking the death of one of the hunters.
Anarungu sat by the river, not far from his hut, washing his face. "Must be a lynx again" He looked up at the red morning glow. "Perhaps Birds are no match for the predator like lynx."
He guided his fingers into the ointment and lathered his eyes with the special red coating. A distinctive bird cry sounded above his head, Anarungu looked up into the sky and saw the bird illuminated by the red glow.
"Blood Bird" he grinned, washing water over his body.
"Anarungu?"
He turned around. His mother was approaching the water from the hut, running her hand through her black dreadlocks. A light illuminated her chest. Anarungu's gaze slid over her bulging maternal nipples and tits.
He turned back to the water. "I am preparing for a hunt with Naragasa."
His mother approached, washing her body and hair with water. He watched as she ran her wet hands over her voluptuous breasts, washing it without missing every detail. Her fingers ran gently over the soft skin and hard nipples.
His cock rose again below the feather cape. He faced the water, looking at himself in the reflection.
"Isn't being one with mother the same as being one with nature, with the water touching and washing over my manhood? With the skins and feathers that touch and envelope my male gut and cock. She's a woman, I'm a man. And we have to copulate."
He looked at her again and she smiled, meeting her son's gaze, without even realizing what thoughts were going through his mind.
He reached for his cock with his free hand, but then a voice distracted him.
"Anarungu!" heavy rough footsteps were heard from behind. He turned around - Naragasa was standing very close by, painted scarlet, his long hair gathered over his head, spear in hand. "We're coming out now."
Naragasa turned to Gnelsey and slowly lowered his head as a sign of his respect for the chief's wife.
"Have a glorious hunt, Naragasa." Gnelsey continued to wash her belly and chest, slowly moving to her lower body,
"Thank you."
Anarungu stood up, grabbing his spear, his manhood calming down. They moved away, and Gnelsey disappeared from view. Exiting the village, they entered the thick jungle.
"Do you like Gnelsey?" the hunter said, keeping an eye on the boy.
"I love my mother. I respect and worry about her, especially now, with Blood Bird losing its leader."
"That's good. You're a loyal son," Naragasa chuckled, handing the boy a pot of berries. "Take these. They'll help in case of danger and dull the pain of wounds. Have you ever hunted big game before?"
Anarungu looked at the berries, but did not take them. "No. Never before."
"Wait," Naragasa stopped him suddenly. "Look" he pointed to the ground where large paw prints were visible.
"A lynx?" Anarungu examined them. "Big claws."
"Yes, a lynx. Lynx meat is enough to feed the whole tribe for 12 cycles. Your dad once hunted two in a single day—the only tribe member who could ever do that."
"That's why he was our chief. We'd better go the other way."
"Why? Are you afraid of lynx, Anarungu? Let's go." Naragasa dragged him forward, hiding the berries. "We must be ready for the Great Hunt."
They walked in silence and soon came to a large lawn. "Look." Naragasa pointed to something gray. In the thicket lay an animal, a large lynx covered in gray fur. The cat was licking its paws, which had traces of blood on them.
"Must be resting after a successful hunt. Take a bow."
Anarungu pulled out his newly created bow.
Naragasa continued, pulling out his spear. "I'll go around behind him and finish him off with the spear as soon as you shoot. Aim exactly at the head. I'll be right there," Naragasa pointed his large hand to a point on the other end of the lawn. The next moment, the bulky man disappeared into the thicket.
"Does he think we can kill this beast, or does he think I'm a fool?" Anarungu waited for a while and drew the bowstring, preparing an arrow. The lynx raised its head, looking around and lifting its sharp ears upward.
Anarungu waited.
The lynx lowered the head, returning to its paw. The hunter released an arrow; it flew exactly over the animal and landed precisely where Naragasa should have been sitting. The fern leaves moved; the lynx's ears perked up sharply, raising its head and looking at the place where the arrow had landed.
It was quiet. The arrow simply fell into the leaves, blending in with the vines. The lynx soon lowered its head, getting back to her paws.
"He left me here alone to die." Anarungu hid his bow and slowly stepped back, disappearing into the jungle.
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"Anarungu!" he was immediately greeted by Tatar'Atu at the entrance to the settlement. "We were worried. Naragasa said you went off on your own to hunt lynx."
"He said that? So he's at the camp?"
Tara'Atu nodded. "Why?"
"Nothing." He followed deep into the camp returning to his hut.
Inside Naragasa was discussing something with Gnelsey.
"My nestling!" she approached him, embracing tightly, her boobs touching his chest.
Naragasa looked at him oddly. "How was the hunt?" he asked.
"The lynx got away after I shot it with an arrow. I had to come back when I couldn't find it." Anarungu continued to gaze up at the tall figure of Naragasa.
"You are very brave, Anarungu. Naragasa told me how you decided to go after the lynx on your own, refusing the help of the chief's brother." His mother kissed him on the forehead.
"Yes. That's how it was."
He hugged her, feeling her nipples caressing his muscles on the chest.
"I must go. The Elder will announce the Great Hunt soon," Naragasa said as he left, passing by Anarungu and his mother.
Anarungu watched him until he was gone. "I need to be there too."
"No! Remember, you must not participate in the Great Hunt!"
He looked her in the eyes. "I remember."
Anarungu emerged from his hut, and in the center of the settlement, men and women gathered, all assembled around the Elder. Anarungu stood beside Scar, Peacock, and Tata.
The Elder ascended to a tall pole in the center of the tribal clearing. Women and men of the Blood Bird tribe gathered around to listen to the words of their elder.
"Children of the forest, women and men of the Blood Bird tribe.
Our hearts still burn from the loss of Chief Anaragwan. But the time has come to choose a new leader.
It is time for the Great Hunt. An ancient tradition that connects us to the spirits of our ancestors and shapes our future. Today, before you stands a challenge—a challenge for a warrior, a challenge for a leader.
Tradition dictates: tomorrow at sunrise, whoever boldly embarks on the hunt and brings back two carcasses with enough meat for all of us for the next 15 cycles will be chosen as the new leader of our tribe. And along with this honor, he will take Gnelsey as his wife, the wife of our departed chief Anaragwan."
All men glanced at Gnelsey, standing among the women. Anarungu did the same, and like all the men, his gaze slid over her beautiful face and body. Over her ample, life-filled bosom.
"The new chief will have the honor of conceiving a new generation with Gnelsey, to give our tribe new hope and life. The new chief will strive to conceive as many children as possible with Gnelsey.
We see how long the shadow of infertility has been cast upon us, how our descendants diminish. Our hearts beat in unison with the rhythm of the forest, and we seek one who will bring light to this darkness.
We need a leader who will guide us, a leader capable of restoring fertility to our families."
Anarungu heard an excited voice nearby. "I can't wait," it was Scar.
"All men who want to participate in the Great Hunt, step forward."
Scar nudged Anarungu and took the lead, followed by Peacock and Tatar'Atu.
Anarungu watched as Naragasa hesitated before taking a slow step forward. His father's words echoed in his head, "Are you brave enough to take a human life?"He looked at his mother. A vision formed in his mind—she lying in the hut, spreading her legs. "Greetings, my new Chief."
He thought about kissing her on the lips, on the neck. And then...
Anarungu stepped forward. His mother looked at him in horror and surprise.
"I will avenge you, father. And then, I will take my mother as my wife."
CHAPTER 3. THE HUNT
The next morning Anarungu got ready early. He couldn't sleep, and as the sun rose, he painted his eyes red. In the village, men were gathering to head to the woods. The goal was to bring back 2 carcasses to sustain the village for the next 15 days.
Hunters knew they had to go after the lynx, and not all of them would come back.
He heard his mother's footsteps.
"I didn't know you were up," he said, still gazing out the window.
Anarungu heard her heavy sigh make her bosom shake, slamming against the body. "Anarungu, my dear, think carefully. Are you absolutely sure about this? Have you considered the consequences of winning the Great Hunt? You shouldn't become my husband; it's not possible to take your Father's place in that way. You can't be your Mama's husband. I raised you, cared for you, fed you. A nestling cannot mate with a nursing Mother bird. That's not how nature works! Withdraw, Anarungu! We must avoid this outcome. If you genuinely care for me, you must make the choice to step back from this path."
She didn't come any closer this time. She wondered if Anarungu had been sent by the spirits as an answer to her prayers. No, she could not accept such a gift. She could not allow the tribe's fertility to be restored at such a cost, the cost of their relationship.
He could hear her strained, frightened breathing. "You've always been the most beautiful woman in the tribe. I have thought of you ever since I was a boy, and sometimes I imagined myself in my father's place when you were-."
Footsteps approached and Anarungu turned around. Gnelsey appeared before him in all her glory. Her black dreadlocks hung femininely over her full, large breasts with bulging nipples. Her thigh-high cape barely concealed the black triangle that matched her hair.
"Don't say it. I don't want to hear it. Don't break my heart even more. Do you really think you can become chief? Even if you can surpass Naragasa and other hunters, do you think you're ready to meet your Mama's needs?" She traced her finger on his chest. "Do you believe you have the strength to satisfy me?"
He lifted his hands and suddenly gripped Mama's breasts, squeezing them with all his might. She squeaked.
"You won't be ready for my fervor, Mother," he said.
Gnelsey bit her lip and drew out her ceremonial dagger, bringing the point sharply to the neck of Anarungu, whose hands were still painfully squeezing her soft lush breasts and hard nipples.
"Filthy child. I'm not going to silently let my own son between my legs. You think I'm stupid enough to give myself to you? I'll kill you if you turn out to be our new chief, but before I do, I'll cut off your cock. I gave it to you, I'll take it back!"
He looked quietly into her eyes, sensing the chilly stone blade on his neck. Her hand and lip trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes, shining in the dim morning light. It was tough for her to hear such unsettling words from her own son, and even tougher to threaten to kill him.
"Maybe the lynx will get me first," he said, holding her hand and gently moving the dagger from his neck. "Let's talk about it when I come back." Anarungu took a step back, quickly putting on his bow, arrow-filled belt, and some healing ointment, and grabbing his jagged spear. A small drop of blood from his neck cut landed on his gear, but he ignored it, only wiping the wound.
Gnelsey lowered her head, her breasts bearing the marks of his bold and forceful touch.
"Pray to the spirits for my return, or pray for my demise." With those words, he walked out, heading towards the gathering.
Scar, adorned in red hunter's drawings, sarcastically remarked, "Took you long; Mama was holding you up?"
Tat, frustrated, adjusted his head-woven tail, "Enough! Our enemy is in the jungle, not here. We share a common goal."
"That's where you're wrong, Tat. There is no common goal; there can only be one Chief. It's every man for himself, and I would do anything to become the chief."
"Anything?" asked Peacock fearfully, taking a step back from Scar.
But Scar didn't answer as the Elder's shout rang out like thunder over the crowd of men.
"This morning, the future leader of the Blood Bird tribe is among us. But who he is, only the Great Tribal Hunt will decide! May the Spirits help you in your quest and protect your souls. I remind you of the rules. The future chief must bring two carcasses. Whose carcasses are not important, but there must be enough meat for the next 15 days for the whole tribe. You have time until the dawn! Whoever delivers the heaviest carcasses wins. He will be our new Great Ara chief."
The men listened in silence. In the background, women and elderly observers peeked out from their huts, curious about the impending event.
"Let the Great Tribal Hunt begin!" thundered the Elder.
Anarungu witnessed the giant Naragasa swiftly vanish into the dense vegetation of lianas and bushes in the jungle, being the first to do so. The men and youths scattered in different directions.
"I will be the new chief!" said Scar and headed into the jungle with his huge spear. Peacock cowardly headed after him, nearly dropping his bow and spear.
Anarungu watched Scar and Peacock disappear into the foliage.
"It's time, An," Tat said, giving him a clap on the shoulder. "We have a better chance of killing the lynx if we team up."
"You're a good friend, Tat, but right now I have to kill Naragasa."
The village slowly cleared out as all the men ventured into the dense jungle, leaving only Tat and An at the edge. "This fight is mine alone."
Tat nodded in understanding, saying, "May the Spirits be with you then, friend." With that, he ventured into the jungle, leaving Anarungu standing alone.
An glanced back at his Mother's hut, savoring one last look and feeling the hot touch of her breasts on his fingers. He thought he noticed her watching. Does she hate him for his words and actions? It doesn't matter. She will have to obey if he is to be the new chief.
Anarungu gripped his spear tighter and headed into the jungle.
"Hunting humans is different from hunting beasts," he climbed through a liana up a tree, clearly hearing his father's voice as if he were speaking the words right above his ear. "Beasts smell with their nose, they listen with their ears, and prepare to be attacked always. Humans, like you and me, have an important weakness—we think we own the jungle. We are not as fearful of attack as beasts; we watch with our eyes and rarely listen. And even more rarely do we look up."
He walked on, listening to the hooting of the forest and noticing human footprints below. Three or four men had passed by, but there wasn't a single footprint of Naragasa. His large foot is immediately recognizable. The broken branches here are due to the inexperience of hunters, not their size.
He walked on, and after a while, he detected the distinct odor of blood. There, by the tree, lay one of the hunters—a tall and sizable man, slightly smaller than Naragasa. This man was part of the group that had set fire to the chief's body during the funeral. His name was Atolis Crimson Eye, and he had a chest wound—he had been stabbed with a spear and left to die. "Naragasa did it. Only he would have had the strength for that," he concluded. He was heading in the right direction.
He nearly fell a couple of times, stepping on stray branches or slipping. Faltering, he listened to the forest, trying to determine if he had been spotted.
"Did you hear it?" he recognized Peacock's voice. "It was a lynx, I'm sure."
"Then keep an eye out, Lazy Peacock. I don't want the lynx sneaking up from behind," Scar said.
"Whatever you say. I'd rather have stayed in the village."
"And be known as a coward? Don't talk. Let's go."
Anarungu climbed up and quietly moved towards the voices, holding his bow. Peacock and Scar were sitting directly below him, examining the ground.
"The lynx is nearby," whispered Scar. "Here's the trail."
Peacock tightened his grip on his spear, took out some berries, and ate them, trying to suppress his growing fear. On the other side, the bushes rustled, and Peacock and Scar stood up, aiming their spears.
Anarungu looked in that direction. Naragasa appeared from behind the trees, aiming his bow at Scar and Peacock.
"Naragasa?" asked Scar.
The thug looked them over from head to toe, but did not lower his drawn bow. "Anarungu! Is he with you? Where is he?"
"We went ahead, he stayed somewhere behind. We don't know. He's not with us!" babbled Peacock.
Anarungu barely breathing took out an arrow and drew the bowstring. Naragasa's body was in a good spot, right below him. The bulky man's eyes raced, searching the area. At that time, movement was heard behind Scar and Peacock.
"Anarungu? Is that you?" said Peacock, turning around.
The next second a huge grey lynx jumped straight out of the bushes, sinking its fangs into Peacock's face.
Anarungu released the arrow, but Naragasa noticed him just in time. The big man dodged, the arrow lightly grazed his shoulder, and fired his arrow straight at Anarungu.
An jumped backward almost falling off a tree.
"Aghhhhhhhhhhhh," yelled the Peacock in pain as the lynx tore him apart. Scar tried to put a spear into it, but the creature threw him back. Part of the spear only grazed its hind paw.
After climbing back up the tree, Anarungu noticed that Naragasa had already disappeared into the jungle. The screams gradually died down, and Peacock's body wriggled like a toy in a child's grasp beneath the lynx's powerful jaws.
Scar rose again and threw his spear straight at the creature, but the lynx dodged it.
Then he drew his bow and arrow. His hands shook with fear as the lynx casually tossed Peacock's lifeless form aside and focused its attention on its next prey—Scar.
There was no way he could insert and draw the bowstring; his fear was too strong. Scar's eyes darted back and forth to the dead, mutilated body of his friend, distracting him from his goal. He ineptly drew the bowstring and fired; the arrow struck the lynx's forehead and just fell nearby, only angering the huge predator.
"No, no!"
Anarungu jumped from above, leaping with his spear precisely at the beast and piercing its neck with his weapon. The point of the spear went through its neck; the creature slashed at his chest in agony, and Anarungu jumped back, grabbing his wound.
Attempting to flee, the lynx stumbled and collapsed with the spear lodged in its throat, convulsing in its final moments. Scar, bewildered, uttered, "Ana-Anarungu?"
Anarungu rose, using the fabric to tend to the scratch on his chest. Although the claws hadn't pierced deeply, the pain was intense. "Is it dead?"
"I 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, Anarungu."
"Peacock just got mauled. Our friend is dead, and now you want to kill me?"
"You're not my friend! I was only friends with you because of your Mama. 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 Scar's neck. 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, and 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 stepped closer, and Anarungu moved back, pressing against the tree post with his back.
"I don't want to kill you, Anarungu. Once I'm chief, you can take your pick of any woman in the tribe - not just one, but as many as you want. Together, we'll usher in a new era for the Blood Bird tribe." He forcefully drove the spear into the ground, its point jutting upward.
"In return for my obedient silence and consent?"
"Yes. You can't escape me. Refusal means I'll rip you apart with my bare hands. I believe the choice is clear."
Naragasa was now quite close.
Anarungu thought for a moment. He thought about his Mama, her big breasts, her lips, her face. The intense desire to make her his wife was too powerful. He wanted that even more than he wanted to avenge his father's death.
"Use your surroundings, if you're cornered. Think. Even if you're hurt, even if you're in pain. Always think, Anarungu. Your weapon is whatever your eye falls on," his father's wise voice rang in his ears.
"My answer is no," Anarungu turned around, jumping onto a branch and climbing up.
"Then you will die!" Naragasa rushed after him, grabbing the branch and snatching it away. Anarungu managed to leap back to the next one, climbing higher and higher.
Naragasa threw out his bow and arrows, throwing them straight towards the spear stuck in the ground.
Anarungu climbed higher and higher, trying to reach the edge of the huge tree. It was hard to move, the wound on his chest was humming, and Naragasa kept catching up with him, getting closer and closer.
"You're as stupid as your father!" he shouted, climbing up.
Anarungu glanced down, checking where the spear was stuck. He hopped onto a branch, walking along it instead of climbing higher. Naragasa caught up, climbing the same branch. "Your dad taught you how to climb trees well, monkey boy, but you can't run away forever. What now?"
Naragasa took a step forward and Anarungu jumped down, grabbing the edge of the branch. The branch didn't hold and under their weight sagged and cracked.
Anarungu fell into the grass, hitting his head hard. Naragasa slammed his back right onto the spear he had thrust into the ground. The spear pierced his chest and went right through his body. He grunted and died in a second. It was a painful death.
Anarungu closed his eyes, finally losing consciousness from the hard impact on the ground.
CHAPTER 4. NEW CHIEF
He woke up to the strong smell. Sticky ointment covered his chest; he was sitting by the tree. Though it was dark, there was still some light peeking through the jungle.
Anarungu glanced around and noticed that Peacock and Scar's bodies were no longer there. Instead, the lynx and Naragasa lay side by side, covered with a blanket, and a rope encircled two carcasses. The fading sun's rays caught his eyes.
"Dawn. I have time until dawn."
He stood up, gathering himself as best he could. No time to wonder where the bodies had gone or who 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 a 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 near campfire.
"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 the 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 child, my nestling. 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 better. With a deep sigh he walked to the window. Near the river, Gnelsey was going through her usual routine, cleaning herself up at the water.
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, Mama is mine."
He walked out of the hut and strolled down to the river. Coming closer, he hugged Gnelesy 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 chief."
"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 Mama, 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 was laughing.
She reprimands him for hurting Peacock. "You can't hurt those who are weaker than you, Anarungu."
He's a bit older, Gnelsey rubbing his abrasions because Scar beat him up over some girl. She laughs and gently kisses his wounds to make them heal. "Mama will take care of you."
Memories flashed in his mind. His Mama meant everything to him.
He stepped inside the hut, a faint fire burning beside the window.
"Greetings, my chief," he heard a voice by the fire. Gnelsey sat on the bed, jutting out her chest. She extended her arm, luring him to her with her finger. At that moment, she spread her legs wide apart, showing him a view of her sexy soft pink labia, above which flaunted black swirling pubic hair.
His birthplace.
He could hardly believe what he was seeing.
"Come on, my nestling. Take what is yours. Fuck your Mother," she said softly, squeezing her breasts and spreading her legs even wider, though it seemed no wider was possible.
He walked over, burning up inside, and clumsily sat down next to her. Anarungu carefully removed his belt, revealing the large erect cock hidden behind the feathers. Its open pink tip was ready to meet the lips that had brought him into the world.
"Oh, wow, yeah, just like that, baby."
They watched in silence as he brought his cock closer to her pussy, as if the world would change forever after that tiny one touch. And it was true. The world will never be the same for them.
He was quite close as Gnelsey suddenly placed her hand on his chest, closing her eyes. "Sweetheart, we... we don't have to do this. We can still avoid it, just go to sleep. Think about it, Anarungu. I'm your Mother, dear. You don't want this, do you?"
He hesitated, resting his arms and hovering over her, his cock a couple of inches away from her pink cheeks. "No, Mama. I want it more than anything!"
With a sharp thrust, he entered her, letting her vagina first engulf his tip and then pushing his cock all the way in. Finally, he penetrated her, his Mama.
"Ahhhhhgggghhhh," Gnelsey cried out, feeling her son's cock inside her pussy. "Noooooooo!"
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgggg, yes, Mama, yes." Anarungu trembled with pleasure. His whole body twitched like from a blow. He fidgeted wildly with his legs as he kept going and finally reached the end. "Ooooh, Mama."
At that moment, when his cock was fully inside her, there was more tenderness and love in his words than in all the eighteen years they had spent together as Mother and Son.
"Aggghhhh, Mama, yes."
Again, he called her Mama with so much love, pulling his cock out all the way to the tip and immediately thrusting back in with all his might, slamming his hips against her body.
She felt warm inside when he called her "Mama" so tenderly, and all her anger vanished right away.
He was shaking again, like a lightning strike traveling through his body from head to toe. "Ughhh, ughhh." He couldn't believe how good it felt.
He pulled his cock out and entered again, her insides clutching his cock so tightly in her grasp as if she didn't want to let him go. "Offf, ugggghhhh, Mama."
He thrust again and again, in and out, his body was jerking uncontrollably. She was his first. He spread his legs wider, penetrating even deeper, as deep as possible.
"Oooh, my nestling, my baby!" She held his face in the embrace of her hands. She hadn't expected how good this was going to be, how good her little nestling was. This new sensation was different from what she had experienced with his father.
She shrieked and squirmed every time he entered, every time he came back to his birthplace.
"Oooooh, yes, Mama. Ohhhh!"
But what she loved most of all was the tenderness, was how much love he put into that one word, while furiously fucking her - 'Mama'
His hips were twitching vigorously, he moved left and right as if trying to make sure every part of her vagina would be marked by his cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, yes, yes." His body convulsed.
In a burst of pleasure, once again penetrating her tender pussy, he pushed her legs even wider with his hands, almost breaking her bones. He thrust forward, panting in his euphoria.
"Ohhh my baby, yes, yes. Anarungu, ohhhh!!!!" she clawed into his back going through her first orgasm. In her son's arms, she found herself one with the spirits.
Anarungu wasn't going to stop for a second, he kept up the onrush, keep fucking her with all his strength, increasing and increasing the thrust of his hips. His balls were slapping against her firm arse.
He loved fucking his own Mama so much. And the knowledge of what he was doing heightened the pleasure of the act to the breaking point.
He must do it inside; he must do it inside her pussy.
Anarungu kissed her lips harshly, feeling the building up of the end. He slowed his hips slightly to stretch the pleasure of fucking the vagina that had birthed him.
"Ahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, Mama." His hands squeezed her breasts and bringing them together he kissed them ravishingly.
"Ohhhhhh, Anarungu!" She grabbed at his hair, sinking her claws into his head and going through a second orgasm.
Blood flowed from her lower lip. Anarungu couldn't control the power of his kiss due to the onslaught of pleasure and bit her lower lip until it bled.
He was ready to pour everything into her, into her unprotected fertile mother's womb.
He couldn't understand how and why. Why childmaking with Mama feels so amazing?
"I'll do it, I'll do it inside you, Mama. Ohhhhhh...yes," he croaked out, expecting her to respond, but she didn't.
Through her moans and her receding orgasm, she was staring exactly at him, into his eyes, seemingly waiting for her son's climax to happen.
He enjoyed the intense gaze she gave him, with hidden aggression. He grabbed her neck and squeezed lightly.
"Pull out... Anarungu," she muttered hardly breathing as his fingers closed around her throat.
"No, no. I can't, Mama."
He had the feeling her hand had slid down somewhere, reaching for something. He was too close to the finale to pay attention to the thing.
"Do it, my nestling. Finish while fucking your Mother," she whispered as his grip on her throat loosened slightly.
He could barely make out her words, the pleasure clouded his mind too much, he was panting heavily and his cheeks were burning like fire.
"Yes, Mama, yes... take it, take it, ughhhhh!" he cried out, preparing to spurt his seed into her womb, but at that moment he sensed... pain. Something cold slid over his shoulder, a frigid blade cut through the skin, and blood streamed out. A sharp pain surged through the shoulder, he recoiled and Gnelsey grabbed his cock with her left hand, pulling it out of her red wet vagina and guiding the pink end towards herself.
"Ohhhhhh, no!" he felt it was over. He was cumming. Streams of pleasure mixed with the pain of his wound. "Mama!!!"
Streams of thick white fluid erupted from his cock right onto her pubic black hair. "Yes, yes, just like that. Release it, my baby." She drove her left hand over his cock, pulling the skin taut and letting streams of his seed colour her belly, thighs and pubic hair. Through An's powerful orgasm, he heard the stone dagger fall out of her right hand.
His balls hammered together, releasing the last streams of hot white fluid, it felt so good, so perfect. But why, why didn't he do it inside?
He collapsed on top of her, hardly breathing. "Why?"
"I'm sorry, Anarungu. I couldn't let you do it inside," she wiped the blood from his shoulder, applying a cloth there. "Even with the curse that lies upon our tribe, I can't let you do it inside. No son should finish inside his own mother. I will never allow it. And I am willing, if I have to, to hurt you for that higher cause. You can never do it inside me. "
He lay on her chest, listening to her heart beating wildly.
"Sleep, my baby. Mother will take care of you." She gently wiped the blood from his shoulder, kissing the top of his head.Tribal Hunt Pt. 02
Tribal hunter wants to impregnate his own tribal Mother.
Chapter 5: The Only Fertile Man
Anarungu woke up at dawn feeling more refreshed than ever. Despite facing hardships and fatigue, the past few days had been the best of his life. He avenged his father's death, killed a lynx, became the new Chief, and, most importantly, had an incredible night with his new wife—his own mother.
The first rays of dawn illuminated his wounded arm. Gnelsey cut him to safeguard her womb from her own son's seed.
The cut was carefully treated with a healing ointment. It seemed the wound was treated while he slept.
Upon waking up, Anarungu could hear singing and water splashing outside.
He got out of bed, threw on his feather cloak, and left the hut. His mother was playing in the water, murmuring to herself. Her hands moved through the water as if cradling a newborn baby in a bundle. Anarungu approached, catching the familiar tune of a lullaby that Gnelsey had sung to him as a child. When she noticed him coming closer, she fell silent.
"You were such a beautiful little baby when I gave birth to you. A little birdy. But your father thought you were weak. He believed I cheated on him and gave birth to a weak Blood Bird child. Can you believe it?" She smiled, wiping away tears and washing them away with water. "But I didn't care. I was the happiest woman in the village because I finally became a mother and had the most beautiful son in the whole world. My Anarungu, my small birdy."
He moved closer, and she lowered the newborn into the river once again. Submerged in the water, she extended her arms to the sides, watching the make-believe infant disappear.
"And now, my lovely child, the light of my life, has dared to... can't even say it... dared to enter my sacred womb," she ran a wet hand between her legs and touched her pubic hair. "You dare to take on the role of my husband and make a baby with me, your old Mother. How dare you, Anarungu?"
"Fate made the decision for us, Mama. We have to accept the new rules."
"No! I won't accept it! Never! There's a curse of infertility hanging over our tribe. Now that the son-chief is married to his own mother, I see it as a sign. Our tribe is in danger of dying out. Maybe it truly is fate. I hope you enjoyed yesterday because it was the last time we will ever do that."
He wanted to tell her about the berries, about the curse of Naragasa, and the fact that all the men of the tribe were now unable to have children. All but him.
She had to let him fuck her and put a baby inside her.
But maybe it was even better if she didn't know.
He should let her continue to think that the curse has consumed the entire tribe. When the time is right - she'll get a pleasant surprise.
"You cut me yesterday," he said.
"It's a small price to pay for our salvation. One day, when you come to your senses and realize what a mistake you're making towards your poor old mother - you'll thank me. "She turned around, pointing her chest towards the water and continuing to hum old songs, dipping back in time. "Now, please leave me. It's still hard to look at you and to hear your voice after what we did yesterday. My heart aches, it's hard to breathe."
In the evening, the bodies of all who were killed in the hunt were brought to the ceremonial brazier. The first to find the bodies of Peacock and Scar was Tatar'Atu (An was not surprised). Tat spent a long time soothing and comforting Scar's mother while Scar's father, too old to participate in the hunt, watched silently and probably enviously.
After the Elder's speech, the bodies were gathered together and set on fire. Anarungu watched as the fire devoured the bodies of his two lifelong friends.
"Goodbye Peacock. Goodbye Scar."
He tilted his head, saying farewell to his friends. It was hard to think he would never see them again.
Meanwhile, Tat silently consoled Scar's mother, standing opposite. She cried into his manly shoulder while Tat himself gently stroked her back and short black hair.
"Perhaps you would have been happier if I had died in the Great Tribal Hunt?" Anarungu ran his hand over his mother's back. The evening had turned cold and she was wearing a light cloak.
"Don't say that. It would have broken my heart and I would have died of grief," she ran her hand over his shoulder, touching the scar. "But I'm not entirely happy with you being chief either." She sighed and added softly. "My nestling."
He smiled. She finally sounded like his mother again. There was something incredibly exhilarating about being the only fertile male in the village, and the future mother of your children could be your own Mother.
"Can I kiss you, Mama?" he asked tenderly.
She loved the way he said the word "Mama." Just as she had yesterday when he'd furiously tried to fill her with his seed. Gnelsey never got rid of the thought that maybe her son had actually been sent to her by the spirits on her pleas to restore fertility to the tribe.
No, that would be too wrong.
"Yes, you can, sweetie," she said quietly, warmed by his words.
He slowly leaned down and kissed her soft lips, which were sweeter than any berries or fruit, tastier than anything. At that moment he was ready to sacrifice the whole world for her.
"I love you, Mama," he said when their lips were finally parted.
She smiled, engulfing his saliva, but did not reciprocate. Gnelsey lowered her eyes, yesterday's horrible mistake flashed before her eyes again.
Someone patted him on the shoulder. It was Tat.
"May I see you for a moment, Chief?"
Anarungu stepped away from his mother and approached him. His friend looked nervous.
"I never thanked you for letting me win the Great Hunt, Tat," said Anarungu, but Tatar'Atu didn't seem to listen.
"Whatever. There's something I have to tell you. I saw one of Blue Lynx's men on the night of the Great Hunt. He's been prowling our lands, searching for prey. Didn't they have an agreement with your father not to enter our territory? It's a problem, Anarungu. If they start invading our lands..."
"They must have learned about my father's death." An adjusted his chieftain's crown. "He warned me this might happen one day. Blue Lynx can't be trusted. It's a tribe of snakes and horrible slaughters."
"You have to deal with it as the new Chief. I know it's hard, but you have to make some sort of decision. We trust you, An."
He bowed and returned to the roaster, hugging Scar's mother again.
"Right. It's much easier when someone else has to make the decision for you." Anarungu returned to Gnelsey.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, looking into his worried face.
"Nothing. It's just the smell of burning bodies. I hate it."
"I thought you would have gotten used to it by now."
"Apparently not." He put his arm around her shoulders, smelling her hair. He didn't care about anything, didn't care about any danger as long as his beloved wife and mother was by his side.
There was something romantic about this evening despite the fact that right in front of them the bodies of his dead friends were being burned.
"Let's go back to the hut, honey. It's time for bed." She took him by the hand and led along. The other villagers parted, bidding farewell to their chieftain.
Finally, the two of them were alone in the chief's shack. Gnelsey showed him her knife.
"Tonight, we will spend the night as mother and son and just get a good night's sleep," said Anarungu.
"That's what I wanted to hear. But I'll still keep my knife with me, if you don't mind. I'll keep it with me even if you do." Gnelsey smiled, getting ready for bed.
He admired her gorgeous body as his mother removed her cloak. Her black dreadlock curls cascaded over her strong, tan back, revealing the traces of a long and fulfilling life—burns, signs of aging, small cuts, and other marks. Her hips were gracefully shaped, leading to a well-defined and firm ass. Those were flawless hips, with the potential of bringing many children into the world, but, oddly, she had only given birth to him.
Even after all these years, she remained the best woman in the tribe, the true wife of the chief.
They went to sleep side by side, and Anarungu gently placed his hand on her stomach. "I wish I could put my child in this belly. Why does the idea of knocking up my Mother make me so crazy?"
"Don't you dare do anything stupid, nestling. Don't make mother bird angry," she whispered.
"I just want to feel the warmth of your body, mother." He ran his hand over her skin, feeling her warmth. "You never wanted more children?"
"Childbirth is too painful. Men, you will never understand it. Giving birth to you was terribly painful, Anarungu. I didn't want any more children after that horrible night when you were born, and before the curse descended on our tribe. And then it was too late. Honestly, I was glad I didn't have to go through labor anymore. I was grateful to have just you, my baby."
"I'm sorry that my coming into the world has brought you so much pain, Mama," he kissed her cheek.
She barely held back a chuckle, grinning through all her teeth. "Don't be silly, it's not your fault. Childbirth is a woman's plight. Our sacred mother's womb produces offspring into this world. "She made a deep sigh. "And you dared to enter my sacred mother's womb yesterday. You entered the hole that gave birth to you. It's just...repugnant."
"You invited me inside, don't you remember? I couldn't say no."
"You could! And you had to say no! You had a choice, but I didn't. Did you really want to take your father's place when you watched us make love?"
He nodded.
"I always told him not to do it while you were around, but he was blinded by his love for me. I knew it would affect you badly. Children shouldn't have to see their parents doing it."
"You were never as loud with him as you were with me yesterday."
Gnelsey fell silent, looking up at the ceiling of the hut.
"Seems like you have nothing to say, Mama. Don't listen to what your mind tells you, listen to what your body tells you. And I know your body liked what we did yesterday." He slowly lowered his hand, fumbling for the warm maternal birth hole beneath her belt.
"NO! It only matters what my mind tells me, Anarungu." As she spoke he rose and knelt between Gnelsey's legs. "And my mind tells me that you are my son and we can't...uugghhh," she squeaked when his tongue touched her labia. "What are you doing?"
"I want to show my love for the tender mother's hole that gave birth to me even through pain and suffering." He tenderly kissed her pussy again; he used his tongue, driving it along her sweet pink cheeks. His lips were kissing and licking it, savoring the taste of her sweet pussy. "Mmmm... I love the taste of you, Mama. The taste of my birthplace."
"Ughhh, no, ooff. Don't do that. Don't... ughhh say that. Please stop. Don't, Anarungu. My little nestling. Don't make me use the knife again."
"You still refuse to listen to your body? You taste so good, Mama." He spread her legs, continuing to enjoy her birth hole, his birthplace. She mooed, putting her hands on his head and trying to muster the strength to tell him no.
"Gosh, Anarungu... Ughh....I'm begging you to stop. You said we were going to spend this evening as mother and son."
"We are." He removed his belt and pulled himself up, ending up on top of her. Anarungu slowly touched her pussy with his purple hot tip. "Oooh, Mama. I love your sacred birth hole so much."
"Oooh, no, Anarungu. Not again... Never."
He wanted to push further, to enter all the way in like yesterday, but suddenly felt a sharp blade on his neck.
"I said No! Why can't you just understand it? Is it so hard? Yesterday I did what the tribe demanded of me. We miraculously avoided having you knock me up and I'm not going to do it again! Now put your cock away. RIGHT NOW!"
"Or what? You're going to kill me?" he grinned, but at that moment a sharp blade swept across his chest, splitting the skin. He jumped back.
"Ouch! You know I could easily take that knife from you, don't you?"
"You wouldn't dare," she carefully licked the blood off the knife and wiped it against the cloth. "I'm a dangerous woman. You don't want to mess with me, dear. Now, lie down, and we'll spend the night like a genuine mother and son. No, we will spend it like a loving mother and son. I'll tend to your wound in the morning."
She used her motherly tone and patted the bed beside her. Reluctantly, but Anarungu complied. Taking the knife away from her would only make her angrier.
He lay down, turning his back and making sure there was a certain distance separating them. The wound on his chest ached, but he didn't let it show, thankfully, the wound wasn't too deep, and the bleeding had ceased.
He flinched when something touched his skin, but it was her lips. Gnelsey kissed his shoulder, then his back, wrapping her other arm around him and snuggling up behind her son.
"If you only knew how my heart bleeds when I have to do this. No mother should harm her child," she murmured, running warm fingers over the wound on his chest. "It hurts far more than a small knife wound, believe me, my nestling. I hope you understand. I'm doing this for the greater good. You need to live with your urges without involving me in them."
He remained silent, and she started singing the lullabies that once comforted him in childhood. Her hand gently stroked his head and soon he was fast asleep despite the wound. There was only one thought going through his head. "I'm going to do it anyway."
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The following days passed in a similar and peaceful manner. Gnelsey did not allow him to touch her, so there were no new cuts on his body. Anarungu performed his duties as Chief, wandering around the tribe in chief's cloak and crown and making odd decisions with the Elder. Like what the village should eat on a particular day or whether more huts should be built for the winter.
"How do you like my new look?" his mother fixed her hair. Instead of dreadlocks, she now had gorgeous long dark curls.
"You look stunning, Mama." He rapturously examined her new hair while she smiled. "As always."
"You make a good chief, my nestling." Gnelsey kissed his lips in a sort of thank you and headed towards the river with the bucket. Anarungu felt the warmth of her kiss and watched her breasts shake.
"My chief?" said the Elder, coming closer. A tiny old man was peering out from Anarungu's shoulder. "I need to discuss with you something."
"Yes, what is it again? Something regarding food?"
"No, my chief. It is regarding Gnelsey. Some men feel, shall we say..." The Elder hesitated a little. "They think you should transfer your breeding rights to another man."
"What?" Anarungu turned angrily. "Why is that?"
"Well, my chief, it's because she is your mother," the Elder said, lowering his head shamefully. "I myself remember the times when Gnelsey carried you in her arms and rejoiced that she was able to produce such a beautiful and strong boy. She was so happy at that time... So how can you engage in breeding, my chief? It's just doesn't seem right. Gnelsey is no longer young; her time is running out, so some men..."
"Didn't I claim my breeding rights on my mother when I became tribe chief, Elder?"
"You did, chief. But..."
"Then don't you dare bring it up again!"
In the evening, Gnelsey conducted the customary ceremony of worshipping the spirits, seeking their benevolence to restore fertility to their tribe. Many women mourned for their men who had not returned from the Great Hunt. Peacock and Scar's mothers, driven by the hope that the spirits would bless them with more children, joined in the solemnity.
His mother looked stunning in her dress with new hair, yet fatigued and seemingly resigned. She likely believed her days of motherhood were numbered now that her new chief was her own son.
Gnelsey closed her eyes, channeling the collective energy of the women around her.
"Let our Blood Bird tribe flourish once more, let the life force flow through our veins, and let the curse be lifted. We offer our unity, our love, and our faith. Hear us, spirits, and grant us the gift of new life."
"I would grant you a new life, Mama, if you would only let me." Anarungu sighed, sitting in the chief's chair. "There are plenty of women in the village, but for some reason, I want to make a baby with my own mother. What is wrong with me?"
The ritual was ending when someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was a concerned Tatar'Atu, holding something in his hands that Anarungu couldn't see in time.
"I have something to show you, chief," Tatar'Atu quickly vanished between the huts, concealing what he held.
Anarungu approached, Tat was holding a rolled-up bundle. There was movement inside of it.
"What is it? A child?"
"Not really. I found it in the woods not far from where the Great Hunt happened. I didn't know what to do, so I brought it with me."
A small grey lynx lay in the bundle, curiously looking around.
"A lynx? Why did you bring it to the camp?"
"It's not like I could let it die, An! It's him by the way. My mother is deaf and blind, but even she is starting to notice things already. I can't keep him with me." Tatar'Atu handed over the bundle. "You're the chief now. Take it; take it for yourself, please."
"Are you out of your mind? What am I supposed to do with it?"
"I don't know! You have to make that decision. I can't bring myself to kill it, I've tried, but I just can't. He has grown so much lately. I don't know what to do. He's like a real baby. You have to make this decision; you're the chief. Please, An."
Anarungu gently cradled the lynx in his arms like a child. "Do you want me to kill it?" The lynx gently bit An's finger, and he pulled his hand away. "Ouch"
"I don't. But I'll accept whatever decision you make. I trust my new Chief."
"I already have so many problems, and now you're here adding to them. What am I going to do with you?" He glanced at the lynx, staring at him with its green eyes in a mysterious way.
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"In your hands, what's that?" asked Gnelsey once he was at home.
"It's a gift from the spirits," he held out the roll, showing her the animal. Anarungu tried not to look at her breasts so as not to distract himself. "I found it in the jungle, I wanted to kill him but I thought it was a message from the spirits, Mother. Could this be the answer to your prayers?"
"Is it a lynx?!" Gnelsey recoiled in fear. "Why did you bring it here? Do you realize how many members of the Blood Bird tribe have lost their lives because of lynxes? This includes both children and women."
"This lynx has done no harm. Tribe spirits sent it to me. Don't you think it's a message that I can have an offspring?"
"A message?" Gnelsey twisted her head. "What are you even talking about, Anarungu? It's just a lynx. It's not a message. Get rid of it."
"No!" He clutched the lynx tighter against his chest. "It will live with me, with us. If I can't have real children, then I'll have him."
"Sweetheart, I appreciate your kindness, but sooner or later, he will grow up." Gnelsey stepped closer, cautiously examining the beast and stroking Anarungu's hair with her free hand. "And then, it will turn into a wild creature."
"So I'll deal with him when he becomes one."
"Fine. As you wish." Gnelsey stepped back, ending the conversation. "But don't you say I didn't warn you."
===
Over the next few days, all Anarungu did was take care of the little lynx.
"I'm going to name you Peacock, in honor of my good friend."
Anarungu introduced Peacock to the tribe. While few accepted this course of action, most considered it just another quirk of the new chief, similar to his unconventional relationship with own mother. Chief Anarungu might have hit his head hard after the Great Hunt, but Anarungu didn't care what the village thought about him.
In caring for little Peacock, he found a distraction from thoughts of having offspring with his mother and completely forgot about the looming problem of the Blue Lynx.
"You're growing up so quickly," he mused, gently stroking the animal's belly while sitting in his hut that morning. "I hope you won't turn on me when you're fully grown. Right?" Peacock playfully nibbled on his finger and let out a small yawn.
Gnelsey entered the hut with a couple of fruits, keeping a watchful eye on the animal. "Your friend Tatar'Atu has been spending a lot of time with Scar's parents lately. I think he is interested in his mother. Do you know anything about that?"
"We've barely talked since the Hunt," he replied, trying not to watch at her perfect body. He didn't want to be distracted. He couldn't think of anything else when he caught the scent of her vagina or saw her quivering breasts.
"You've changed so much, my little nestling," she said, running her hand through his hair. "I am grateful that you didn't try to be intimate with me again."
"Yeah," he responded casually.
"We should talk, Anarugnu. I had a prophetic dream this morning, and I believe I've figured out how we can break the curse of infertility."
"Oh yeah?"
"Come, let me show you something." She took his hand and led him outside. Peacock silently observed, licking his paw. As they passed, all the Blood Bird residents greeted their chief.
They approached a part of the village he rarely visited.
"Come inside." They entered an old hut that had stood there since before he was born. Inside were small cribs for children, but they were empty. It seemed like no one had been in this hut for a long time.
"This place used to be filled with joy—children, babies crying and screaming. But now it's empty, Anarungu. Every day, there are fewer of us. The elderly are passing away, but no children are being born."
"So? What do you want me to do?" he asked.
She took his hands and looked into his eyes. "In my dream, I saw clearly and distinctly, just like I see you now. You must step down as chief, and then our tribe will thrive with life again, dear."
"WHAT?" he exclaimed, pulling his arms out of her grasp. "You want me to give up everything because of a dream? It's not a curse hanging over us; it's you fools who blindly followed Naragasa and ate his berries, causing all men to be unable to procreate."
Gnelsey approached silently, placing her hands on his cheeks. It was clear she wasn't taking his words seriously. "I know you've always wanted to be chief, but you must make this sacrifice for the well-being of the entire tribe, sweetheart."
"No, mother. That's not going to happen!"
She ran her hand over his chest and moved lower. "What do you want me to do, uhm?" She started gently massaging his cock.
"Ughh, mother. What are you..."
"I thought about this. If you make it happen, I'll let you spend another night with me. Just like the first time. And I'll agree to put the knife away, because I'm sure you've changed and realize now how wrong it is to finish inside your mother."
His eyes widened for a second. His cock immediately hardened at the thought of being able to be inside her one more time. And this time it would be without the knife.
"I see you like that idea, don't you?" She smiled and squeezed his hard-on. "You are such a bad little nestling for desiring your Mama."
"Mmm, yeah, ughhh."
All he had to do was get her pregnant and then she would realize the foolishness of her dream. She'll accept him as a real chief and husband.
"You are so big. So what have you decided? Will you do it if I let you enter me again?" she looked perplexedly into his eyes, while slowly stroking his manhood.
"I agree, yeah. But we'll do it tonight."
"Tonight? But I was going to do another spirit ritual." She sighed and clasped his cock tighter, noticing that Anarungu didn't seem to care about that. "Fine. Tonight."
===
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the village was getting ready for sleep. However, inside the chief's hut, things were just starting to stir. Gnelsey sat on a straw bed, holding up her knife to show Anarungu before putting it away. "Are you happy with that?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," he replied, not taking his eyes off her trembling, swollen nipples as her hands moved.
"Then come over here. What are you waiting for?" She watched expectantly, nibbling her lip as he stepped closer removing his feather belt. "I can't believe I'm letting you do that again."
He touched her chin and ran his hand through her hair, she was so gorgeous. He wanted to kiss her, but she moved her lips away.
"Well then," he got on top of Gnelsey, roughly guiding her onto her back. He spread her legs and entered sharply when he found the spot."Ughhh." Anarungu was slowly working his way through the tight sweet vagina, reaching the very end. "Oooghhh, Yeah!"
He missed that feeling so much. He missed being inside his mother. The same pussy that gave birth to him.
"You are back in my sacred motherly birth hole, Anarungu. Are you happy?" She smiled, her whole body trembling, savoring his presence inside her.
"Yes, and there's no way I want to leave it again." Anarungu froze, it felt so wet inside, soft, warm, thrilling.
"Let's make this night special, sweetie." She put her arms around his neck. "I like feeling you inside again."
"Yes, Mama. This night will be special." He pulled himself together and withdrew. "Ughhhh, yes, yes."
"Just ughhhh, don't forget to take it out when you finish, please. Let's not give fate a reason to curse us more."
"Yeah, yeah, sure." He started moving back and forth, finding a perfect rhythm. He pulled out and penetrated mother's pussy again, hitting her with his hips. "Oooogh, uuughhh. How can you be so tight after giving birth to me."
"Watch what you say, grrrrrr, or I might grab the knife again," she didn't resist when he tried to gently kiss her.
"I love your taste, Mama." He couldn't stop the thrust of his hips, even if he had to. Her pink warm insides gripped his cock so damn tightly each time he entered. "You are my first one, mother. And I want to make love to you till the day I die."
Gnelsey rolled her eyes under his thrusts. "Don't talk nonsense while we are doing this, please, or I might get angry...Mmmm... I can't believe how good you make me feel."
"Ooooh, yes." He greedily nipped her breasts as he continued to kiss and fuck her. "I love your boobs so much. I loved them my whole life...ughh"
"Ooooughhh, mmm, I know, baby. You always loved your mother's boobs. Ughhhhhh, gosh. Why does it feel so different from your father. Unbelievable. Are you close yet?"
"No, I'm not yet. It's going to last much longer, Mama." He kept finding a rhythm, kissing and hugging her. It was crazy that she was letting him do this. One way or another he's going to finish inside her tonight.
"Don't make me regret this, Anarungu." She gently kissed him on the lips, the first time on her own, and whimpered pitifully, clawing at his back. "Ughhh, yes, my nestling!"
He thrust in and out, while his mother was going through her orgasm, hitting her insides and thighs painfully. Gnelsey could barely keep from screaming under her son's rough thrusts. He was penetrating her with all his might, as if trying to tear her from the inside out.
"Be more gentle, please. Ouch, uhggggg."
"Does it hurt you? Does it hurt like it did when you gave birth to me?"
"Do you want to play that game, my baby bird? No, your labor was much more painful." She grinned wickedly and then he increased the pressure, thrusting at her even more. "You can't even...mmm... ughh.. imagine how painful it was, baby."
"I'll make you regret saying that." He started hitting even harder, thrusting in even more fiercely, holding back was getting harder and harder. He felt the end was near and almost shrieked. He can't show her that he's finishing.
"I love you, Mama. Oh, it feels so good. Your motherly hole is perfect, I... ughhhh." He took one final pull and entered all the way in. "Mmmmmm, yes."
"What are you doing, sweetie? Tell me when you're done so I can..."
He was breathing hard, he stopped moving and his face contorted. His hands squeezed her breasts even tighter and at that moment his balls clenched and the first drops of his seed spurted right into her.
"Anarungu, what are you doing?" she whispered.
He made a fatal mistake when he failed to consider the fact that his mother was far more experienced than he was and had seen men ejaculate and cum more than once.
He was ready to shot his seed inside her and wanted to kiss her at the fateful moment of the finale, but she realized what was happening. Through the lightning strikes of pleasure, he suddenly felt a sharp pain.
A pain like he had never felt before.
The knife was stabbing straight into his shoulder. He cried out softly, either from the pain or from the finale of their intimacy. He emitted a few droplets inside her pussy before pulling cock out. Clots of white fluid spurted out onto the floor and onto Gnelsey's thighs, belly and boobs. At that moment a new blow traveled down his shoulder again. Gnelsey pulled out the knife and struck again.
"What have you done?!" she screamed, pushing him away from her and pouncing on top of him. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?"
"You're insane, agghhhhhh." He intercepted her hand with the knife.
"No, you're the one who's insane, Anarungu. I thought you had come to your senses, I thought you realized you shouldn't finish inside me! I AM YOUR MOTHER! What a fool I am for believing and trusting my son. I hate you!"
A few trapped drops of semen dripped from her vagina down her leg. Anarungu snatched the knife from her hands and pushed Gnelsey away, heading for the exit of the hut.
"I hate you! I hate you!" Gnelsey continued yelling, her shouts turning into weeping.
Feeling the pain from two deep cuts, Anarungu held the knife with his uninjured hand and moved through the darkness toward the water.
"Was it worth it?" He was still recovering from the copious orgasm that mingled with the pain. He was sleepy, he dropped the knife into the water and started cleaning his wounds with it. "Yeah, it was worth it. Her body and hole are too sweet to resist. But what we did wouldn't be enough to get her pregnant. Only a few droplets got inside her."
But would he have another chance?
Peacock slipped quietly under his arm, biting and licking An's fingers. "At least I still have you."
CHAPTER 6. BREEDING MAMA
A bloody dawn brightened the morning. He fell asleep sitting by the water with Peacock. His cuts ached terribly; he could barely move his arm.
"Did someone die today?" He watched the bloody sky, scratching Peacock's belly. The animal yawned, welcoming the morning.
He was about to get up when he heard a voice.
"Anarungu, Anarungu!" Tatar'Atu ran up with his spear. Peacock jumped out from under the chief's arm and stood in a posture of defense. "I've been looking everywhere for you. We have a problem," he panted, noticing Anarungu's wounds. "Has something happened? Have you been attacked?"
"What happened, Tat?"
A couple minutes later they were standing on the outskirts of the village, Anarungu dressed in his chief's robes and carrying a spear. On the ground lay the abandoned body of one of the hunters. His chest had been pierced with a spear, it had been done recently.
"We found him here at the very dawn."
"Who did this?"
"We don't know, but there are marks..." the hunter didn't have time to finish.
A rustle echoed from the forest. Instantly, the hunters behind Anarungu readied themselves, drawing their bows and preparing their spears. A huge stocky man emerged from the forest, his head bald, and covered in blue designs depicting the claws, teeth, and ears of a lynx. These were the tattoos of the Blue Lynx tribe. He was wearing furry clothes, despite the warm weather, and a huge club.
"Are you the chief? I recognize the clothing. Where is Naragasa? I have come to speak to him," said the man.
"I am Chief Anarungu, and Naragasa has long since been killed."
"Did you kill him, child?" The big man took a step forward and Anarungu forced himself not to step back.
"One more step and we'll kill you. Who are you? You've entered Blood Bird territory."
The big man looked around. "I am a messenger of Chief Gharcha Sharp Fang, and I have come to retrieve what Naragasa promised us in return for the berries."
"Promised?" Anarungu gripped the spear tighter with his healthy hand. "And what did Naragasa promise you?"
"All the women of the tribe" The messenger licked his lips.
"What do you need them for?"
"What do you need them for?" the messenger smiled.
He knows. The Messenger knows exactly what Naragasa did to them. The Blue Lynx were the ones who had sent him with the berries to destroy the Blood Bird.
The other hunters behind Anarungu glanced perplexedly at the messenger and the chief, trying to make sense of the conversation.
"You will get nothing. Our tribes had a deal. The Blue Lynx Tribe has pledged to Chief Anaragwan not to enter Blood Bird territory."
"You think we're afraid of a child in chief's clothing? You know you've lost anyway, don't you? You're expendable, we're not. Our offspring will destroy you, one way or another. Just give us the women and we won't touch the rest of you."
Anarungu's eyes filled with anger. "Kill him!"
Archers fired, arrows stabbing Messenger in the leg, arm, and chest. One slipped past his neck. Tatar'Atu thrust his spear precisely into the man's arm, and the two big hunters behind Anarungu put spears into man's ribs.
Messenger coughed up blood, "You made a big mistake, Chief." He smiled and exhaled, succumbing to his injuries.
Anarungu turned around, making his way back to the village. Tatar'Atu quickly caught up, his spear still stained with blood.
"What did he say about the berries? Did Naragasa betray us? Does Blue Lynx know about our curse?"
Anarungu winced as he touched his wound. "It's not a curse, Tatar'Atu. Naragasa tricked us into eating berries that make men unable to have children."
"So, it's all because of those berries?" Tat asked. "But I... I ate them too."
Anarungu nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry, Tat. Naragasa deceived us all. Just keep it quiet for now. The tribe shouldn't know. No one should know; it's too early. We need to have a meeting and discuss it." Anarungu placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Tat, my friend, I need you to survey the tribe and find out which men and children did not eat the berries. Some might not have liked them, or maybe they ate very little."
"Like you?" Tat asked with envy.
"Yes, like me. We have to be prepared."
Tat sighed heavily and nodded in agreement.
The Chief, the Elder, and a few hunters met in a big hut for the meeting. Gnelsey and respected women, including Scar's mother, were present too. Gnelsey avoided looking at her son and stood to the side.
"We've already faced the Blue Lynx before. Why should fear trouble us now?" asked the Elder.
"They know of the curse that lies upon our tribe. They are going to fight us to the last man until all the men are simply extinct," said Atolis, who almost became chief instead of Anarungu. "And he said something about berries and that he had a deal with Naragasa."
"Naragasa betrayed our tribe long ago. I've been saying it for a long time, but no one listened to me," said Anarungu. "We will fight Blue Lynx, and we will win in the end. Put hunters around the tribe and send out scouts, let them watch the forest."
"Yes, Chief."
Anarungu settled into his chief's chair. "I've just become chief, and already I'm stuck in the middle of a war. The messenger was right. We can't win; sooner or later, they'll destroy us anyway."
The hut swiftly emptied. Anarungu lifted his head, finding only his mother remaining.
As he stood up, she rushed to him, hugging her son as tight as she could. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for yesterday, my nestling," she said, squeezing his neck.
Gnelsey touched the wound on An's chest and shoulder. "I'm so sorry for that. It needs ointment, Anarungu." She kissed the wound like it would help.
She tried to guide him, but he held her hands, resisting. "You've heard everything, Mother. We're in danger of being destroyed if the tribe doesn't produce new children."
"And I still believe you must pass the role of chief to another to break this curse."
"No, that's not..." he barely contained the anger building up inside. "It won't help! Forget about your stupid dream. Why are you so desperately afraid to let me do it?"
"Because you're my son! You can't be more than that, Anarungu."
"You want me to stop being chief? I'll stop it if we share a bed as we should. As chief and his wife. I'll put a child inside you, Mama. But if you don't get pregnant - then I'll give the Chief position to someone else."
Gnelsey shivered. "That's gross, Anarungu. Why do you think you can break the tribe's curse? Are you that confident?"
Funny how no one paid attention to the messenger's words about the berries or realized what he was talking about.
Gnelsey continued. "Do you think you can satisfy your mother and put your child inside me?"
"Yes."
"You know you won't beat the curse, don't you." She sighed, touching his chest.
"So. Do you agree? Will you let me enter your sacred mother's hole again?"
"If I have to do this to save our tribe, then so be it. I'll meet you at the shack." She kissed his cheek and walked out.
"Finally!" Anarungu could barely contain a smile, he was overwhelmed with thrill. "She has no idea what will happen next"
===
It did not take Anarungu long to arrive. He entered the hut, his mother already waiting for him on the bed. Inside, there was a sweet smell of a woman, and the cozy smoke from a nearby bonfire filled the air with a nice herbal fragrance.
"Greetings, my Сhief." Gnelsey spread her legs wide, showing off her gorgeous pink pussy and black curls of pubic hair.
She touched her breasts, squeezed them, and beckoned him to her. "I am waiting for you. Come over here. Fuck your Mother. Put your baby inside me."
"Yes." He pounced on her the very next second, ending up between Gnelsey's legs and kissing his mother greedily on her lips, neck and breasts. "I'm finally going to do it."
"Finally?" she grinned under the pressure of his kiss. "Have you really wanted to knock up your Mama for so long?"
"You have no idea." Anarungu removed his feather belt.
"I created a perfect strong cock." She watched him get closer and run his tip over her wet labia.
"Oh yes, Mom. You created it. And your life will be forever changed after this time. I suggest you start picking names for our first child."
He entered, working his tip through her sweet tender tight insides. "Ohhhh, fuck." He was shaking with his whole body from the insane pleasure.
"Mmm, yeah, that's it. Go in deeper. I've been thinking of names for your siblings for a while now. Come on, break the curse, and then I'll name them whatever you want, my nestling."
He smiled and reached all the way down, resting against her cervix. "Ooooffff, so damn tight, Mama." His suddenly clutched around her neck and squeezed painfully. His body froze, and An slowly lowered himself to Mama's ear, tucking her hair away. "Tonight you don't have the knife and we're going to fuck the way I want. I'll get even for all the times you've hurt me, Mama. You can be sure."
"Mmm, is that so? Do it! I like it when you're so angry and naughty." She uttered, feeling the grip on her neck. "Do you think this will help make your seed stronger and beat the curse, my baby?"
"You have no idea." He enjoyed being inside her for a couple more seconds. He pulled his cock back out, biting lip to the blood and leaving his birthplace. But only for a little while.
With a sharp jerk, he entered again, squeezing his clasps around Mother's neck even harder. "Ohhhh, yes," his balls slapped against her thighs with all his might.
"Yes, come on, grrrrhhh, Anarungu." She could barely breathe because of his tight grip.
He went in and out again, leaving her vagina and coming home again. It was like a beating, he thrust his hips sharply against her each time his cock entered her vagina. An was beating her body with his hips, clutching her neck.
Gnelsey grunted, closing her eyes, trying to hold back her scream and breath. His cock was made for her vagina. Sweet sensations filled An, incomparable to anything else. His skin gently stretched inside her pussy. He continued to thrust, fucking her wildly. He climbed more comfortably, getting his feet on the bed, his hands still clutching her throat.
Her thighs reddened from his blows, he took one hand away from Gnelsey's neck and clawed at her breast, scratching her tender skin around the hard sweet nipple.
His cock kept going in and out, he had no rhythm, he was just trying to enjoy the process and make her hurt. His balls were tossed from side to side with each powerful blow. His hips pounded against her body, he increased the pressure, hitting her hard over and over, using the full force of his strong muscles. He was trying to tear her vagina from the inside out.
Gnelsey squealed, pleasure mixed with pain, she barely had enough air for a few breaths because of how hard Anarungu clutched at her throat.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" He could feel the sweat dripping off his head. He was already sweating because of his intensity, because how hard and fast he was penetrating her. He kissed her, biting Moher's lip and continuing to use the full power of the hips to rip into Mama's birh hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that feels so good. You're in more pain now than when you gave birth to me. Yes? Does it hurt now? UGHHHHHHHH."
She didn't want to answer, but she couldn't help it. He demanded an answer. Sweat dripped down her face
"Tell me, Mama!!"
"Yes!" she screamed, looking helplessly into his eyes like a victim looking into the eyes of a predator. Anarungu smiled, remembering how she had looked at him their first night. Now he is in control, not she. "I am in pain, Anarungu! It hurts me more than childbirth. It hurts me more than your labors! Please don't be so...kghhhhh...ROUGH! You're tearing me apart. Ughhh, Nooo!"
The first tears appeared in her eyes. The insane pleasure blended with the pain of his strokes, she barely knew what was happening or where she was. Strong orgasms filled her head and at once mingled with the pain.
"Oh yes, that's the way it's supposed to be. I'm going to rip you here, and then my baby will rip your vagina as you thrust it with your perfect hips out into this world. Agghhhhhhhhhh, that feels so good."
He was starting to feel the pain himself, but it felt too good to stop. He let go of her throat, grabbing her hair and kissing her lips, eyes, nose, cheeks. It was like he was going insane, he couldn't get enough of her. He couldn't fully savor her.
Anarungu increased the speed, fucking Mama, entering her sweet tight pussy.
Occasionally Anarungu would pause to catch his breath. Gnelsey made the most of these pauses, breathing heavily and coming to her senses. She would try to recover from orgasms, shaking beneath An's body. But he didn't let her fully enjoy the ecstasy. Anarungu took a breath and attacked her furiously again right when she was in the middle of her new orgasm. "It feels so good, ooooooooh yes, the best feeling in the world. Do you like it? Has my father ever fucked you as hard?" He didn't even give her a second to answer.
His animal nature began to erupt with each thrust and slam of his hips against hers. His cock was fully in and out, covered with the insides of her vagina.
"No, never, he never fucked me like that!!!"
"Yes, I remember. He was sluggish, weak, old. He wasn't worthy of your sacred mother's birth hole. But now you have me. Oooh."
He slid into her as deep as he could, as if he was preparing to spurt all inside, but it was still early. His cock greedily explored every flesh piece, every bit of it.
He felt sad because he realized he was on the verge and soon this incredible thrill would be over.
"Oooh, yes, my hole loves your cock, Anarungu. Your father was not worthy of me. Keep going, keep going, don't stop," she closed her eyes, savoring son's cock, his hands squeezed her breasts and nipples with all their might. "Mmmmm, yes, yes, like this."
He kissed her, going crazy with euphoria. Everything was spinning before his eyes. It was a gentle kiss, no tongue, just lips. He wanted tenderness at these final moments.
"I love you, Mama," he said it again. The way he said Mama was so sweet that Gnelsey couldn't help but feel touched. Her son was so beautiful in his love for his mother.
"I love you too, Anarungu. My small baby bird. My nestling. Come on, fill me up. Do it! Ohhhh, yes." She watched him penetrate her furiously, her thighs ached so much from his strokes, but maybe she deserved it.
"Oooooh, I'm almost, yeah, I'm almost...Mother, Mama!"
"Give me that, give me your seed." She grabbed his balls, massaging them. "Fill your Mother up!"
Anarungu roared like a wild mad beast and entered all the way in one fierce painful blow. "UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
His whole gut, his whole body trembled, shrieking from the inside out, trying to release the energy that had built up. His cock and balls shook with maddening force, overflowing with power. He stared into her gorgeous face, his beloved mother.
At that moment, a white thick liquid spurted directly into her womb. Millions, billions of lives emitted inside her pussy, in mother's fertile womb created for reproduction.
She had created that cock. Now it came back into her in streams of semen.
"Ooooghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Mama, Mama, please, forgive me!" The thick liquid spurted inside again, penetrating her deepest tunnels. Both their bodies shook as if in a seizure, wet with sweat and passion.
"I feel it, baby. I feel it throbbing!"
He kissed her gently, feeling a new stream of semen spurt out, filling her pussy completely. Droplets of white liquid dripped from her vagina right onto the bed. But he, touching her tongue with his and going through a lightning strike, spurted another stream of vital fluid to make sure that her entire womb and pussy were filled.
"Ohhhh, yes... It feels so good. Finally...Mama."
"I can feel your seed inside, so much. You have filled your mother bird. I am so...proud of you, my nestling." She could feel how much he had put into her, her belly seemed to swell a little, overflowing with semen. "Did you really want to do that so badly? To knock me up?"
Anarungu didn't listen, he couldn't listen, the pleasure was too deafening, and he slowly pulled his cock out, a sluggish pearly river spilling out of her vagina.
He collapsed beside her, tired, exhausted. "Our children will be beautiful, Mama," he said.
"It's unlikely that will ever happen, Anarungu. I'm sorry, but the curse cannot be broken that easily. Not even with zeal like yours. That was beautiful. I've never felt so good before and I forgive you for finishing inside me." She gave a good cough. She could finally breathe properly.
Her whole body ached as if someone had beaten her up. Anarungu couldn't hold back a smile, even through the pain and fatigue. "If you only knew... Now while we're awake I'd like to hear the names of my future brother and sister."
"Do you want to hear the names?" she ran her hand over his cheek and hair. "I've always dreamed of another boy named Anaravansan. That was my father's name. Your grandfather was very strict but fair and a strong hunter. However, one day, he was attacked by a lynx. It happened before your birth. And if a girl, Gansaya. That's my mother's name, your grandma."
He saw her big, wet, red chest rise and fall with each deep breath she took. Her neck was also red, and she seemed to be struggling to catch her breath.
Anarungu reached out, touching her belly and slowly crawled up to her, finding himself between Mom's legs again. His hard cock rested against her wet vagina.
"Are you hard again? How?" she asked surprised.
"I just love you that much, Mama. Let's make sure Anaravansan and Gansaya see this world and be born." He penetrated het wet pussy again, shivering. It was both cold and warm inside. Maybe he really had gone mad and distraught. It all seemed too unreal.
"Ughhh, gosh. I'm all yours today, Anarungu. If that's what I have to do to restore fertility in tribe and stop you being chief!" Judging from her face she didn't like what atrocious thing he just said about Anaravansan and Gansaya, but she didn't protest.
He quickly found a rhythm. It was strangely painful to penetrate her a second time after he rearranged her guts before. Her lips were still gripping his cock, but this time it was so damn wet there.
"Ohhhh, Yeah." His cock shook uncontrollably. His body seemed to stop obeying him, and Anarungu had to stop for a moment.
Gnelsey ran her hands over his strong manly arms, from shoulder to forearm. "Is there something wrong, baby? Are you in pain? Shouldn't we stop, my nestling? Mother bird is tired. You've already done what you wanted to do. That's enough. Let me rest, please."
He slowly pulled his cock out and slid in again in a sharp jerk.
"Ohhhhhh, honey," she rumbled.
"No, I want more. I want all of you!" He squeezed her breasts, kissing her. "Mmmmmmmm." He grabbed her other breast, scratching at it with his claws, pressing fully into her skin. His hips kept moving, furiously intensifying his thrusts, penetrating her deeper and deeper.
"You're hurting me, sweetheart. You're hurting Mama, hurting, aaaahhhh." She cried out, cocking her head back and raising her arms as he ripped her cum-filled vagina again and nibbled on her soft sweet breasts. "Did I really raise you... like this?"
"Mmmm, Yes, Mama, yes, oooooooghhhhhh!" His balls ached and quivered, gathering and preparing to emit more vital fluid. "Oooooh Mama!" Anarungu straddled her big legs and flew his cock all the way in.
"Take it, Mama. I want you to take it all, ughhhh." He felt sick, his body trembled, and he was jittering. New streams of seed spurted straight into her sacred womb. He tasted blood, tasted pleasure, explosions, love, and the joy of creating new life. A surge of electricity raced through his entire body.
"Yes, yes. That's it, keep going, my love." She smiled, not from pleasure, which she undoubtedly felt, but from realizing that finally, this horrible night would be over.
He pulled his cock out followed by a slurping sound and collapsed beside her like a post-fight trot. If she had decided to kill him with a knife at that moment - he wouldn't have been able to resist.
She ran her hand through his hair, he could feel her love and tenderness and her desire for him to fall asleep "Sleep my love." She gently kissed his forehead; the distinct smell of semen could be seen in the air. "I love that you want to have a family, sweetie. You'd be an amazing father. And I'm even a little sorry that I won't be able to give you what you want. But just a little. One day the curse will be over, you'll find yourself the most beautiful girl in the village and start a family with her. It would be a good life, I'll be a good grandmother to your children, boy and girls. We'll just pretend today didn't happen. You were young and eager, full of desires and lust. We'll act like it never happened. Everything will be great. I love you, my little nestling." She gave him a tender motherly hug, letting his head rest on her chest.
Well, sometimes fate indeed does bring us some unexpected and wonderful surprises.
While Gnelsey was asleep, trying to forget that ghastly night, she didn't know about the many things happening inside her body.
The seed of the only fertile man in the village, who, by amazing circumstances, happened to be her son, was growing inside her.Tribal Hunt Pt. 03
Tribal Mother gets pregnant by tribe's chief Son.
Chapter 7: Prisoner.
"Wake up, Anarungu." Gnelsey shook him lightly by the shoulder. "Meet the dawn."
Young chief opened his eyes, feeling something soft under right arm. It was Peacock.
Although it seemed like yesterday he'd had all the juices squeezed out of him, this morning he was greeted with a morning boner that peeked out from behind his girdle.
His mother glanced down at his huge cock and backed away, returning to chief's wife morning routine. She had red feathers in her hair and a ceremonial outfit on the waistband.
"We did what you wanted. Now I need you to go and tell the Elder that you are not our chief from this day on."
He watched as her insemination-perfect hips moved and her ass jiggled just above the level of his face.
"I told you I'd stop being chief if you didn't get pregnant, Mama. After last night, there's no way you won't."
Gnelsey traced her hand over her belly, sensing his warm jizz still lingering within her. A shiver of horror passed through her as she thought about the possibility that his seed might be fertile.
What if she has to bear a child of her own son? No, that can't be happening.
"Why, out of all the men, would you think you could break our curse? Even if your seed is fertile, which is highly unlikely, it can't grow inside me. I didn't want to upset you yesterday, but a seed can't sprout from the same tree it came from. I have lived a very long life and know how nature works. A bird can't have babies with its own chick. You just wanted a night with me, not as a son, but as a chief and husband. And I granted you that night!"
"And the night was perfect, Mama," Anarungu came closer. He gently squeezed her lusciously beautiful breasts. "This bosom will feed our coming child, just like it fed me. Because of Naragasa's berries we are the only ones who can help the Blood Bird tribe."
She didn't understand why he was mentioning berries. Gnelsey removed his hands from her chest.
"This bosom will not feed your child, Anarungu. You have no idea the sacrifice I made for the tribe yesterday when I let you do... all this gross stuff to me. You finished inside me two times!"
He rested the head of his morning hard-on against her belly as she spoke. His pink head entered her navel lightly, smearing the viscous white fluid across her stomach. Gnelsey kept talking with a serious face. "And I want you too to finally make the sacrifice for our tribe. Give up your position as chief."
The jets of pleasure from his cock, touching her soft skin, were rushing through his skull. He wrapped his arms around her neck, moving closer to mother's lips, but not kissing. He felt her warm breath on his face, saw her nostrils dilate.
"You're gorgeous, Mama. You would be a perfect mother of my kids. I don't want to lose you; I won't give you to another man. But I'll do as you ask; only if it turns out that my seed indeed hasn't grown in you."
She rolled her eyes, tired of hearing his nonsense. Mother of his kids?
"How much do you want to wait?"
"Until I can be sure you are not pregnant, Mama. I think you remember how my pregnancy went and what the first signs were. But if you don't, ask the Elder. He knows how long you have to wait for the first signs."
Gnelsey's eyes suddenly glittered with anger. "Do you want me to tell the Elder that the chief, my own son, has put a child inside me!?"
"I haven't yet. I've only tried." He grinned.
"A bird cannot bear offspring from its chick! Did you even listen to what I was saying to you! Ughhh!!!!! You're just like your father. You are thinking by using what's between your legs. The spirits will never let me get pregnant with your children. When will you understand that?" Gnelsey snapped, her hands angrily resting on her waist. Her chest heaved with emotion. "You should find yourself a suitable mating partner, Anarungu. I heard Gindotola was interested in you. Maybe you have a future with her, not me."
His hard cock was still pressing against her belly. Anarungu took her by the shoulders.
"For now, my mating partner is you. You're the chief's wife." He slowly sat her down on her knees.
"No, Anarungu." She tried to protest, but he was telling the truth. His eager manhood was finally at the level of her nose. Her soft pleasant breath rolled over his cock in waves.
Gnelsey's nostrils widened when she smelled his big member. It was still covered in the remnants of her insides and An's semen from last night. And that was the odor his mother was inhaling now.
"It's only until you realize I'm not pregnant. And no child-making mating!" Her eyes rose to his, her nostrils absorbing again the scent of his cock.
He nodded and twitched as her fingers gently circled his base.
"Shh, don't be so jerky," whispered Gnelsey, stirring up his skin. "I can't believe I raised such a hungry big bird boy."
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Mama." His legs shot up as her lips gently kissed his pink head.
He has traveled back in time many cycles ago. He is wrapped in the cloth in her arms and suckles her breasts. Gnelsey kisses him, her tender kiss full of motherly love.
Now with the same kiss she bestows on his cock, covered in her son's semen. At this moment she seemed like the most beautiful woman in the whole world.
She smiled noticing how hard her kiss has knocked him out. Her lips opened and she enveloped his head before engulfing his cock all the way down with a sharp movement of her head.
"Ugghghhhhhhfff...yeah, Mama, yeah, ...guhhhhhhhhhhh....it's...perfect." He closed his eyes, her moist soft mouth sending him to places of pleasure he'd never been.
Gulping sounds filled the shack; she was licking the remnants of last night's cum off his cock, eating his dead kids, her grandchilden. Anarungu strained hard not to fall, his knees bent slightly.
Her tongue drove over his cock, his skin, and his black veins. "Kghhh.. Ugh-ugh-ugh, ghhhhh, ugh." She lapped, smacked and tasted the flavor of his manhood.
Anarungu felt a mad desire to mark her, to fill her throat and belly with his hot seed. First her vagina, now her mouth. But every time his hands touched her black hair or her head, wanting to embrace her - Gnelsey's teeth clamped down painfully on his cock. It was a clear sign, "Don't touch me."
"I have to...AAAAGGGGGGGGHHH..." he couldn't help himself and a jet of pleasure rolled through his skull, he jerked as her lips pulled his skin one last time him and released hot semen.
Gnelsey pulled her head away and white clots shot out onto the floor, catching some of her hair.
"Ughhhh, Mama." He straddled his trembling staff, releasing more and more streams.
When it was over, he realized he was standing in the middle of the shack alone. He could now smell the odor of cum himself. The mess created on the floor now had to be cleaned up.
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The morning sun illuminated the Blood Bird tribe. Everyone was busy with their work, especially hunters, warriors of the Blood Bird tribe. At the fringe of the settlement, where the verdant jungle stretched out before them, a small group of hunters had congregated.
"A trap must be stealthy and inconspicuous. Otherwise there is little point in it," Anarungu was showing a few of the young hunters how to properly tie a liana.
He was still recovering from the morning orgasm.
Peacock excitedly leaped up onto his leg, letting out tiny meows and eagerly trying to get involved.
"How do you know so much?" asked Tat.
"My father taught me everything he knew. While you were hunting animals, I was learning how to hunt humans."
Tatar'Atu nodded.
"Elder says we will lose." Suddenly said one of the young hunters. "Blue Lynx is stronger. Elder is old, he doesn't care anymore. We're going to run out sooner or later because of the Curse!"
"Did the Elder say that? He's an old fool. He doesn't know what he's talking about. Do you want these murderers to come after our mothers and sisters? After our women?"
The young hunters shook their heads.
"That's what I thought," concluded An. "So get yourselves together. We don't know when Blue Lynx hunters will atta..."
"Chief!" Jarkash, a mature hunter, came running from behind the huts. "You need to see this!"
Anarungu and the young hunters hurried after Jarkash. They entered the jungle at the other end of the settlement.
"Look," Jarkish walked over to three tall hunters who were flanking something. Or someone.
Anarungu stood amidst the hunters. On the ground, two slain Blood Bird hunters sat back to back. Their bodies mutilated and their noses cut off to the roots.
Some of the young hunters backed away in disgust, while others ran off.
"These two went hunting this morning for food," Jarkash pointed to their chests. "The Blue Lynx mark."
Peacock walked around, sniffing the bodies.
"We could have guessed who did it even without a mark," said Anarungu.
"They're trying to scare us. They think we're afraid!" shouted Antolis, who was almost chosen as chief, swinging his spear.
Someone behind Anarungu was trembling, their knees and hands shaking.
"Set up the traps, just like I showed you. And burn the bodies of these two. We'll say farewell to them before the sunset. This is our jungle, not theirs. Now find those who did this. They shouldn't go too far," Anarungu turned and walked back to the settlement. His serious expression suddenly softened, his lower lip trembling.
"Father, help me stay strong through all of this."
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"Elder?" Gnelsey went into the tall shack that stood out among the others.
The salty-sweet taste of her nestling's dick was still on her lips.
She pushed aside a partly open animal skin cover at the entrance. Inside, the old hut was full of random things, with arrows and flint pieces scattered on the floor. Gnelsey carefully stepped over an old spear, which looked to have seen more than one encounter with an enemy, and approached the other exit.
"Elder?" she repeated. This time her tone was rather surprised.
A short old man stood outside the shack, two hands clutching a staff. He was watching the sky. "Is that you, Gnelsey?" he said, without taking his eyes off the sky. "I recognized your footsteps. My eyes don't see as well as they used to. Come here, my dear."
He reached out his hand, and she took it.
"How is our leader doing?" he asked with a smile, gazing at the clouds.
"Anarungu is strong. He is a good chief," she replied.
"That is good, good. We need a strong leader now more than ever," Elder nodded. "And how are you doing?"
He smiled and turned his head to Gnelsey, squeezing her hand.
"I'm fine, father," she met that gaze with consternation and looked down.
"Is something bothering you, dear? Did something happen? You know you can tell me."
"I'm just... We need different ways to pick a chief. The Tribal Hunt failed the Blood Bird. How did we end up with my son being my chief and husband? Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind."
Elder sighed meaningfully, his nostrils dilating with mute anger.
"There was nothing between us! I would never let my son behave like my husband in any way. My womb is sacred."
"Heavy trials have fallen upon your shoulders," the Elder said, looking straight ahead as his slightly blurred pupils widened. "I think Gansaya would find the right words to comfort you, but as your father, I will speak the harsh truth. We have all faced hardships, and with the death of Anaragwan, a great threat has come upon us. Anarungu becoming chief was an accident, an accident that could destroy our tribe. We should get rid of him."
"Get rid of him?" Gnelsey wrenched her hand away.
Elder made a step closer, adjusting the staff. "You'll find a new strong husband, a hunter, dear. And you will bear many more new children when the curse of the tribe is lifted. I was silent when you mentioned not wanting more kids after Anarungu was born. But that was before the Tribal Curse! I know it's hard to accept the loss of one son, dear, but imagine how many other children can you bear? Don't they deserve the right to live? You body is still capable of producing more strong progeny. You can't be Anarungu's wife and Anarungu can't be your chief. Sweetheart, either you or him should go."
Gnelsey watched the movements of his old lips in shock. "Anarungu is my son! He's our family! We are not animals to kill our own kind, Elder. There should be another way. I'll convince him to renounce his chieftaincy! I almost..."
"Those who renounce their chieftaincy are sent into an exile. Anarungu will never agree to that. Or you disagree with me?"
"Are you saying..." Gnelsey felt like she was suffocating. "Are you saying that I should exchange my son's life for the prosperity of our tribe?"
"I'm old, dear. Time passes, sometimes I feel like I stopped understanding some things. And perhaps I've been wrong about many other things." He looked at the sky again, jabbing the staff into the ground. "But in all this time while I have lived and watched, I have realised one truth. There is nothing stronger in this world than my daughter's loyalty to the Blood Bird. And I know she will make any sacrifice to ensure that the tribe thrives."
Gnelsey breathed, her chest heaving. Only the light reflected from her tear-filled, beautiful brown eyes.
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Anarungu fixed his knife on his belt. Tatar'Atu, sitting in a nearby tree, did the same. His friend grabbed a branch and glanced down in dismay. It wasn't too far to fall, but if you landed wrong, you could easily break something vital.
Anarungu dangled his feet, checking to see if the paint on his face has dried. On the tree across from them, two more hunters settled down. Their whole appearance indicated that hiding in the vines was not to their liking.
"We've been waiting for a long time. Could Jarkish have been mistaken about the Lynx scouts? Maybe they attacked our hunters and returned? Are we sure they should be here?"
Anarungu just nodded.
He fondly recalled the night he spent with his mother. The feeling of his hot seed flooding his birthplace was like nothing else.
And then today's morning. Her hot tender mouth was amazing. It was the same mouth that kissed him throughout his whole life, his birth and childhood.
But he still had doubts. Will his seed sprout inside her? He twirled one of the berries in his hand. Tribe Devours.
Maybe he had eaten those berries before but didn't remember. Just one or two. It might not have seemed important then, but even eating one berry would mean that he can't have children. "If I can't have children then I'll have to do what I promised. I have to stop being chief and go into an exile."
Tatar'Atu patted him on the shoulder and pointed down.
They are here.
Ten hunters, faces and bodies carelessly painted with red smear lines that tried to mimic the drawings of the Blood Bird tribe. But anyone from the Bird tribe would have realised at once that they were enemies.
Five men and four women were led by a very tall huntress with curly short hair. A short hunter with a bow behind her quietly said something An couldn't hear.
They were just below them.
Anarungu signaled.
A makeshift net-like trap closed in on several Blue Lynx hunters, lifting them up.
"I can't believe it worked!" exclaimed Tat.
"Trap!" yelled the tall huntress. A spear thrown from the branches killed a hunter standing next to her.
The Blood Bird Hunters on the other tree attacked first, followed by Tatar'Atu and Anarungu.
Anarungu's hands trembled, but he pulled out a knife and hurled it straight at the bowman's throat. The man fell as the blade did not go in, but grazed his neck.
The sounds of battle echoed through the jungle. The next moment with a loud shout, the female leader huntress rushed at Anarungu to attack. Her spear narrowly missed his head as he moved back.
"You wounded my husband!" roared the woman while behind her back Tatar'Atu slit the throat of one of the Lynx hunters.
"I could have sworn I didn't wound, but killed your husband."
She attacked with renewed vigour. Anarungu fought back with his spear, retreating further back. Her spear sliced through the skin on his ribs. She knocked Anarungu down and grabbed him by the throat.
Death was so close that he could feel its breath at his ear.
The dying bowman's screams stopped.
"Your husband...is dead," growled Anarungu. Hearing this stunned the huntress for a moment. Her grip loosened just a little, and she looked at Anarungu strangely, as if assessing him.
A bird-like whistle swept through the forest and a dozen hunters, led by Jarkish, jumped out of the trees. Peacock jumped out after them. The animal ran up and leapt at the huntress' leg.
As the creature's teeth dug into her skin she held back a groan of pain, and Anarungu kicked her in the stomach. The woman bent over in pain and Anarungu delivered another kick to the head.
He tied leader's hands. She was unconscious.
Soon after, all the men were killed. Only one woman, besides tall huntress, was captured.
Limping Tatar'Atu ran up to his chief. "Are you all right?" and without waiting for an answer asked again. "What is to be done with the women? Execute them?"
"No," Taking a breath, Anarungu said. "Bring them to the settlement. Are all of ours alive?"
"Karish is badly wounded." Jarkish said.
Peacock, whose small face was covered with blood, jumped back and ran between Anarungu's legs. After that it jumped away into the jungles, emitting a childish cat-like growl.
"Let's get back to the settlement," said Anarungu, feeling the wound in his ribs rumbling. "Let Karish be seen by the healers."
At that moment one of the Lynx men, mortally wounded, stood up. He wasn't noticed in time, and to the surprise of the other hunters, he quickly moved towards the captured woman and killed her, snapping her head.
Bird hunters finished him off.
"Why did he do that?" Jarkish asked.
"Perhaps the Blue Lynx have customs we don't know about." Anarungu threw the tall huntress onto his shoulder.
She was their only prisoner.
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Gnelsey rushed into the chief's hut, anxiously searching for Anarungu. He was applying healing ointment to the wound.
"Anarungu," Gnelsey hugged her son, her body pressed against his back. "My nestling, they told me you were seriously hurt. I was so worried."
"I'm alive, Mother, but we lost three men today."
"What were you thinking?" She slapped him in the face. "You can't just wander through the jungle and wield a spear whenever you want! You're the leader of our tribe, and you have duties!"
She kissed his wound delicately, bending forward a bit. The muscles on her neck twitched with every warm kiss.
"I know, Mama."
"You should be here with me, not there. Why didn't you ask me first? This is all Jarkish's fault. He knows you're a very young chief. I'll talk to him and he'll answer to me for having you almost kiiled!"
"You're so pretty when you worry about me instead of trying to stab me with a knife."
She squinted angrily and folded her arms, shaking her breasts.
"Just so you know, that knife has saved me many times. The best weapon against a man who wants to mate is a knife! You think I've never used it on your father? Well, you're wrong. I said I didn't want more children after you, but I never said you father didn't want more."
He approached her, savouring the scent of Mama's black hair. Gnelsey hugged him.
"Just be careful, my nestling."
Her tense dark nipples rested precisely against his chest.
"I won't let them take you and my child from me."
Jarkish appeared on the doorstep. He lowered his head and stepped back, waiting for the chief to be free.
"I have to go, Mother." Anarungu slipped out of her arms and followed Jarkish. A stunned and confused Gnelsey fell onto the bed, holding her stomach.
"The woman," said Jarkish. "She wants to see you. Says you're her new husband now."
They approached the half-empty hut. A few hunters let them pass. A huntress from the Lynx tribe sat on the floor and smiled. Her hair fell over her face, her hands bound.
"My name is Khaleana," she examined him from head to toe.
Anarungu stood against the wall, holding a sharpened stone knife.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, for injuring you," said Khaleana with a chuckle noticing how he had touched his ribs. Gnelsey's kiss eased half of the pain.
He squinted and levelled himself as if nothing happened.
"Why did you attack?"
She scrutinized his face like a female lynx preparing to mate. "Our messenger did not return. Our leader, the great Gharcha Sharp Fang suggested that Naragasa refused the offer and betrayed his masters. Or am I wrong?"
"Wrong."
"Oh, really?" asked Khaleana with genuine surprise.
"Naragasa is dead. I killed him. I am the Chief of the Blood Bird. Anarungu the Great Ara. And we are fighting back of our own free will."
She laughed madly. "Your beak will be cut out very soon, birdy. I feel so sorry for you, child. You are so exuberant, I'm sure you are beautiful when mated." Khaleana lowered her eyes to his groin. "But who needs you like this when your pouch is empty and can't give birth to new fighters."
He remained silent. Anarungu didn't want to reveal the whole truth to his enemy. Not even the one who was his prisoner.
"You told my men I am your husband?"
The smile faded from her face. "According to our customs, the killer of a husband becomes the new husband. You killed my love, my husband. So now I am yours, Anarungu The Great Ara."
"So that's why one of yours killed that woman? Didn't want to share his wife with the enemy." He crouched down beside her, gazing into her face. Khaleana was indeed very beautiful. "Strange that such a beautiful woman had such a weak husband."
"He was the strongest warrior in our tribe! You were fortunate to have him. This time, he chose to use a bow, and your knife caught him off guard. What a fool."
He gently touched her cheek. "According to Lynx customs, are you permitted to kill your husband while mating?"
She reached up and kissed him. It was a nice, gentle kiss. "You'd be dead by now, birdy, if I only wanted to."
The other hunters were outside the hut.
"Do you have kids?" he asked.
"One."
He pulled off his belt. "Maybe it's time for another one. Your tribe should know that Blood Bird can have offspring."
She smiled and spread her legs, inviting him in. He tousled her curly pubic hair with his tip, and when he encountered something soft and wet - Anarungu moved his hips and entered. Her birthhole was quite different, not like Gnelsey's. "You are not as tight as my Mama."
"What... what did you say?"
Before she knew it, he had his cock out and then back in. Then again and again. His hips searched for a rhythm.
"Mmmmm... I guess I was right about mating." Khaleana bit her lip. He dragged her across the wooden floor, shaking her young ass with each stroke. Her small breasts barely jiggled with his arrhythmic thrusts.
He had only one thing on his mind. A Chief should have only one wife. And that was Gnelsey, his mother.
"Her brithhole is so much better. Ughhh, Mama."
Khaleana wondered why he was talking about his mother. Faint streams of lightning ran through his body. Her warm vagina gently enveloped his cock.
"Yes, breed me, my chief." Khaleana smiled, feeling Anarungu penetrate her deeper and deeper.
Would he ever be able to get together with another woman after his mother? He seems to realize now that he definitely won't. He only wants his Mama now.
"Ughhhhh, Mother...ooooohh." He gave one final push and released the entire contents of his balls. His cock shuddered and semen began to flood Khaleana pussy.
"Mmm, yes, I can feel it inside me. It's a shame so much childmaking fluid goes to waste."
He slowly pulled his cock out as the torrents of pleasure finally subsided. But all he felt now was regret and shame.
It should've been his mother. Not some random huntress from Blue Lynx.
"You are wrong. And now you will have another child. My child."
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The news quickly spread about a captured Blue Lynx prisoner. Gnelsey came out of the shack, wiping her tears and observing people moving toward the settlement's border.
She joined the crowd, blending in.
Anarungu, wearing his chief's hat and cape, stood near the border with hunters, Jarkash and Antolis around him.
"My nestling is so handsome. I nurtured and birthed a strong young man into the world."
She remembered their crazy last night, her vagina still blistering. Was that pain because of the size of her son or the fervor with which he had penetrated the place that had manifested him into the world?
"It's a shame I can't give him the children he wants so much. What is it with me?" she wiped her forehead. She felt shame but also... dizziness.
Elder suddenly stepped out of the crowd.
"What's going on, Anarangu? Did you catch someone from the Blue Lynx tribe? Why wasn't I informed?"
"Just watch," said Anarangu.
Khaleana was dragged out by Tatar'Atu. Huntress ran her eyes through the crowd, spotting Anarungu.
"I am the wife of your chief. You dare not touch me, you dare not! Anarungu!"
"Wife? What is she talking about?" Gnelsey looked at her son with consternation. Anarungu met her gaze, but looked away in shame.
He approached the captive.
"I am taking you back to your tribe. Go back and carry Gharcha Sharp Fang my message," he said.
"Oh, yeah? And what's your message?"
He pointed to her belly. "Didn't you understand yet? It's inside you. Child will be my message. Your leader is mistaken in thinking that we can't have progeny. If the Blue Lynx ever return here, we will demolish all of you."
Gnelsey felt dizzy again. It felt like she was about to throw up. The entire scene, everything that has been said, made her stir, all her insides clenching with a strange pain... Was it jealousy? She is jealous of her own son?
"You would never harm your dear wife." Khaleana wanted to kiss Anarungu, but he pushed her away.
"I already have a wife." He turned to see his mother, but she was gone. Gnelsey disappeared in the crowd.
His heart poured with longing.
"Chief Anarungu grants you life." Anarungu set her free and let go. Khaleana kept an eye on her husband until she disappeared into the bushes.
"Do you think you did the right choice?" Elder walked over to him using his staff.
"They must know that death awaits them here."
"Fool. As long as our tribe is cursed, no man can concieve a child! By letting her go, you're showing them our weakness. That was a foolish move!"
"There's. No. Curse!" Anarungu said angrily as he clenched his teeth and grabbed Elder's staff.
Elder looked at him like on a madman. But Anarungu continued.
"You are just a miserable old man who is undermining the spirit in my tribe. Blue Lynx won't bother us anymore, and the Blood Bird might reconsider and choose a new elder!"
An older man named Shazram, who was Scar's father, stood up to defend the Elder. "Don't you dare touch the Elder!"
He grabbed Anarungu's arm, and Tatar'Atu aimed his spear at Shazram.
"Don't you dare to touch our chief!" he said.
Tension hung in the air. Hunters circled around them. Everyone tried to pick a side.
Chief or Elder.
"Don't, Tat," Anarungu pulled his friend away and looked into Shazram's tired eyes, they were about the same height.
"Any betrayal will be harshly punished."Anarungu let go of the staff and headed towards his hut.
Elder watched and in his eyes burned the fire of anger and non-dependence.
"I know what we have to do, Shazram."
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Chapter 8: Broken Curse
"Enough time has passed for him to believe there's no child. Today, I'll tell him he must refuse the position of chief. It's time"
Standing by the brazier, she prepared for the ritual. Another ritual of invoking the spirits to restore fertility to the tribe.
"Is there even any point in that?"
She touched her belly. Though she had convinced herself that her womb was empty, something strange had been going on inside her for the past few days. A slight pain and burning sensation came and went again.
"Why was I so uncomfortable listening to him making a child with Blue Lynx huntress? Was I envy? But didn't I was the one who wanted him to find a new mating partner? It doesn't matter now, none of it matters. I must think only of my tribe. And today the curse will finally be broken. My son, my little Anarungu, will either go into exile or... die."
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Anarungu sat by the fire, watching the ritual. He was mostly watching his mother. Peacock was under his arm, noticeably larger now, licking its bloody paw.
Gnelsey spoke words to the spirits as always, hoping to bring back fertility to the tribe.
"Why didn't she get pregnant?" Anarungu stroked Peacock's head.
As if reading his thoughts, Gnelsey shifted her gaze to him.
"Today, my sisters, the curse will be broken. I give you my word. The spirits have heard us. This night, go to your huts and mate," Gnesley said, ending the ritual.
Anarungu raised an eyebrow.
He noticed Scar's mother leading Tatar'Atu by the arm deep into the village. Anarungu made a whistle and pointed Peacock in their direction. "Let's be sure Shazram doesn't catch them."
Gnelsey watched the beast with consternation as she approached her son.
"He scares me," said Gnelsey.
"He would be useless if he didn't. Should we also go and mate like everyone else, Mama?"
She didn't respond, simply rolled her eyes and motioned for him to follow her home. He stood up, and they walked back to the hut. The settlement fell eerily silent, with everyone hiding in their huts.
"I'm sorry for what happened with the prisoner. It was unpleasant for me to do what I did. But I had to, to keep our tribe safe."
"Don't lie to me, sweetheart. I know that more than children themselves men love making them."
"No," he took her hand when they were finally inside the chief's hut. "I didn't like it. And I thought about you all the time, Mama. I'm sorry I did it. I love you. You're the main woman in my life. And our love was truly special and I want to make children with you till the day I die."
She smiled uncontrollably. She liked hearing that for some hideous reason. Why did it make her feel good?
"I meant it when I said today that the curse would finally be lifted our tribe," she said. "There is no child, Anarungu. And there won't be one until you renounce your status as chief. You should do it today. Now!"
"Remind me again what is done to those who renounce chieftaincy? Do they go into exile? I'm sorry, Mother, but the tribe needs a chief right now. It would be a bad sign if I were to leave. I don't belong in exile."
She touched his face with her hands and whispered. "But you don't belong here too. I'm your mother-bird, Anarungu. And you're me nestling. We can't mate. We can't make children."
She looked up at him with teary eyes, filled with hope, waiting for his response.
He pondered, looked closely at her beautiful face and then said.
"How about one last time?"
She frowned, wanting to curse at him again but stopped herself. She was so close to finally change his mind.
Gnelsey gradually sank to her knees. "One last time for my favorite nestling chief."
She removed her belt of feathers and grabbed his sagging cock, squeezing it with her hand to increase circulation.
Her fingernails crisscrossed his black veins. He got hard as a rock, right in her hand, and Gnelsey without wasting a second swallowed him all the way down.
"AaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhH!!! Anarungu screamed, grabbing her head. Her tongue stayed outside, licking his balls. His pubic hair tingled pleasantly on her tongue, nose, chin and all over the face. He could have sworn that no one had ever penetrated as deep into her throat as he has. His cock twitched inside her throat, he could see her neck spasm. Gnelsey moved backward letting the monster she created loose.
She coughed, his entire cock engulfed in drool. She spit on the floor, catching her breath. "I'm definitely going to miss my chieftain's cock."
She threw off her ceremonial cloak, exposing the soft orbs of her breasts. But the nipples looked different, not hard as usual, but slightly deformed.
She devoured his cock again. "'Ugh-ghghghh".
Her lips and mouth gently worked every part of the manhood she created, licking his balls and nibbling on the skin.
Anarungu rolled his eyes upward, beyond the orbit. Pleasure was pounding through him non-stop. His mother's mouth was the most tender thing possible.
Suddenly, she stopped and pulled his cock from the mouth, turning away.
"Is something..."he could barely speak. "Is something wrong?"
"No, no. Everything's fine," she smiled, her saliva mixed with the secretions of his cock dripping down her mouth. She licked the fluids off her lips and went back to work.
She swallowed his cock once again, gently massaging An's balls. Gnelsey gulped it down so far that the tip was deep in her throat again.
"I must mark her... She is mine alone now. I have conquered my mother."
She lightly rubbed her dark nipple. Her head continued to suck all the juices out of her son at a wild pace.
He was getting so close; holding back was no longer an option.
"Ahhhhhh......Best...mouth...ever..."
He grabbed her hair and pressed it so hard against the root of his cock that his balls were in mother's mouth too.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhh!!! Mama!" He shot his thick cum straight down her throat. He held her tightly as clots of white liquid shot down into the lungs and belly. Gnelsey's eyes widened and she quivered, resting her hands on his hips. She coughed, spitting up some of his cum, but there was too much of it. She tried to break free, but he held her too firm. Anarungu pinned his mother's head.
"Finally, I did it. I marked her".
There was no other option. He couldn't give her to anyone else, she belonged to him.
He shot down her throat again, watching her eyes fill with tears. His cock twitched inside her mouth, pleasure hammering at him with all its might.
She pulled his cock out, but Anarungu continued to cum, shooting his semen all over her breasts, her hair, eyes, her swollen nipples.
"Ohhhh... yeah."
Gnelsey spit on the floor, catching her breath. Her hand smeared cum on her chest, and she wiped her face with the ceremonial garment.
She quickly put the cape back on to cover her swollen nipples.
"That was the last time, Anarungu." Gnelsey slowly rose to her feet, looking at the mess they created. "I hate that... smell."
Outside, it started raining, and then a flash of lightning in the sky lit up Elder standing at the doorstep.
"Father?" Gnelsey wiped her mouth.
"Father?" interjected Anarungu in surprise. "Anaravansan? Wasn't he killed by the lynx?"
Gnelsey remained silent. Anaravansan frowned as he watched the liquid accumulate around his daughter's mouth.
"Anarungu. I've come to see if you still want to be chief or if it's time to step down," Elder said coldly.
"Anarungu, my nestling. It's time. You have to do this," Gnelsey squeezed his arms. "You promised. I'm not pregnant, you promised me. You have to stop being chief and save the tribe. Do it for me."
Anarungu looked from the Elder to Gnelsey and back. "What's going on here? Mother?"
"I repeat, Anarungu. Are you abdicating your role as chief?"
Gnelsey looked at her son with pleading eyes, watching his lips move.
Another bolt of lightning hit the sky.
"No!"
"Anarungu, please!"
"No, Gnelsey. Our chief has made his choice." Elder struck his staff against the ground several times and whistled like a bird.
At that moment the men, the hunters, burst into the hut. Gnelsey took a step back, shamefully letting them in.
They ran in, grabbing their chief.
"What's happening? No! Get away!" he tried to whistle to summon the Peacock, but his mouth was covered by someone's hand. They grabbed him and pulled outside.
He looked pleadingly at Gnelsey, who lowered her eyes bashfully as he was dragged away.
"You had no choice, sweetheart." Anaravansan ran his hand down her tender back.
"That doesn't make me feel any better."
"Then maybe you should stay here when..."
"No! I need to be there."
Anarungu was dragged to the edge of the village. Rainwater was pouring down his face. He tried to escape by punching one hunter in the nose and stabbing another in the eye, but there were still more hunters.
"He's kicking hard, Elder," said Antolis.
"Then cut off his ugly fingers," said the Elder calmly and coldly.
Anarungu saw a knife in Antolis' hands illuminated in the moonlight. He tried to scream, to break free. But there was nothing he could do as the cold blade severed four fingers on his right hand.
He screamed into the hand. This can't be happening. It can't!
He was dragged to the jungle.
"Here the lynx won't hear him," said the Elder. Anarungu was placed on his knees and let go.
He pressed his hand, trying to stop the blood. His skull was buzzing with pain, but he didn't try to scream anymore.
"Mama,'" he whispered.
Gnelsey stood beside Elder with her head down.
"You refused to go into exile. With a chief like you, only death awaits the Blood Bird tribe," said the Elder.
"You are wrong..." An's body trembled with pain. "I am the only one who can save this tribe. You will all die out without me."
"That is where you are wrong, child."
Another bolt of lightning lit up the whole scene.
Elder continued, "We will die out With you, not without you. From now on you are no longer our chief, nor Gnelsey's husband. Antolis is now chief of Blood Bird tribe, and he's Gnelsey's new husband. And the father of her future children when the curse is broken. You are nothing, Anarungu."
Antolis drew his blade again.
"And you must die."
Now death was not just close, it was whispering words in Anarungu's ear.
"Usually, everything I do, I do for the tribe, Anarungu. But today I am making this hard decision not as an Elder, but as a father. I cannot watch fate mock my dear Gnelsey. You rape her, you torture her, you... do horrible things. I want only the best for her."
"Let me at least... not die kneeling," said Anarungu out of his last strength.
Elder nodded after a short pause. "You can get up."
Anarungu stood up. He glanced at his mother, but she wasn't looking at him. Gnelsey's face was stony like she was sick.
Anarungu sighed, preparing to meet his end.
The sky lit up again with a lightning strike. Antolis swung, and at that moment Gnelsey fell to her knee.
She vomited.
The Elder's eyes grew wide. Everyone stopped, focusing only on her. Even the wind and rain seemed to calm down.
"It's... a sign," whispered the Elder. "You're pregnant!"
"No! I just... It's impossible. I can't be." Gnelsey tried to get up.
The old man let go of his staff and stared at Anarungu in shock.
"You broke the curse. Did you....She's pregnant."
He kneeled and bowed to Anarungu. Everyone else nearby, who had been urging him into the jungle just a moment ago also bowed, except for Antolis.
Anarungu slowly picked up the dagger that has fallen from someone's hand.
"This doesn't change anything. I still need to become chief, Elder!" Antolis was still standing when Anarungu's blade swiftly cut across his throat.
"Kh-a-ha-ha." Antolis grabbed his throat, then Anarungu struck again and again, aiming at his chest, his face, his stomach.
Everyone watched in silence, bowing to the chief. With blood dripping down his knife and cut fingers, he stood over Antolis' dying body.
"Get out, all of you. Go back to your huts, back to your mothers, wives and sisters. All except Elder. And take this filth body away. Feed it to my lynx."
Everyone dispersed, only Elder remained. Gnelsey approached Anarungu. "My nestling, let me examine your arm."
"No! Go away... Get out! We will talk later."
She nodded and walked away.
Finally, he and the Elder were alone.
"Please, my chief. I didn't know" pleaded the old man, raising his head. "I wanted to do what was best for our tribe!"
At that moment, Anarungu kicked him in the face. He fell face down, spitting up blood. Anarungu struck again and again, knocking out the old man's teeth.
"You wanted a better life for your daughter? Didn't want her son to be her chief and husband? Now you will watch me breed her every day. She belongs to me now, and I'll make her bear my children until she dies. And you will watch in silence."
He kept hitting and hitting old man in the head, his anger and pain blurring his vision. He couldn't tell what was going on. Was the old man still alive?
Elder was grunting, blood covering his face. His teeth were knocked out, but he was breathing. He was alive.
"Go back to your hut, Elder." With these words Anarungu went back to the settlement, wanting to deal with the severed fingers as soon as possible.
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Chapter 9: Obey me, Mama
He staggered to the water and plunged his hand into the cool, soothing stream. The pain was unbearable--he just lost four fingers on his right hand. He was dumbstruck, his eyes stinging terribly, trying to adjust to the darkness. Tears were coming from his eyes, either from the insane pain or the feeling of betrayal.
He wrapped his wet hand with a leather handkerchief and squeezed it.
Someone touched Anarungu's shoulder. In the darkness, he recognized that gentle, light touch, so he didn't jerk away, didn't budge.
"Mama."
"It's okay, my nestling. Mama's here." Gnelsey gently hugged her son, helping him with his hurt hand. She led Anarungu toward their shack as he snuggled against her body.
"It hurts..." He nestled against her warm maternal skin. It was warm inside the hut. She wiped him off, applied a healing herbal salve to his arm, and tucked him into bed.
Anarungu's teeth shook from cold and coming fever. "Don't go, Mama. Please, don't leave me alone."
"I'm not going anywhere, my nestling," whispered Gnelsey softly, kissing his forehead. She threw off her cloak and lay down beside him completely nude, letting his head touch her breasts. He brushed his cheek and mouth against his mother's breasts, the warm skin and nipples, and soon the pain dulled.
"I am proud of you, Anarungu. You broke the Blood Bird curse. You saved our tribe." She gently stroked his hair and caressed his skin, as if he were newly born. She held him closer against her soft chest. "Why, out of all the women in the tribe, did you choose me?" Gnelsey whispered, barely holding back tears.
He shivered with cold, staring into the darkness and feeling the warmth of her dark chest. It was like he was a child again. It was so wonderful to feel a mother's love once more.
"It's not a curse, mother. It's berries... berries are the reason men can't have children."
"Hush, Anarungu. You are beginning to rave because of your wound." She snuggled him warmer, running her dark nipple along his cheek and mouth.
"I know you're angry with me, Mama. I'm sorry I broke the curse with you. I'm sorry I've put my child inside you. Your body is too beautiful. You're too beautiful. I couldn't help myself. I was in love with you my whole life."
Gnelsey remained unusually silent, resting his head against her neck. He fell asleep, trusting his mother to protect him through the night, just as she had when he was a child.
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"Anarungu must become a man, Gnelsey," Anarungu's father declared, standing in the middle of the hut with his spear, gazing into Gnelsey's young face.
Was it a dream? A memory as though from a past life.
"Anarungu is too young to participate in the hunt. You know how much he is afraid of lynxes. I won't let him go. You're scaring our son."
Little Anarungu ran into the hut and wrapped his arms around Gnelsey's waist. "Mama, I want to stay with you."
"It's okay, Anarungu. "She stroked his head protectively. "My nestling will stay with me," Gnelsey said confidently.
"Then maybe you should bear me more sons?" the chief said calmly, stepping closer without even glancing at his son.
"I'll cut your balls off if you dare. No man dares to order me around and force me to have children against my will. I nearly died giving birth to Anarungu, and I'm not going through that pain ever again. Be grateful we have Anarungu. I love our son more than anything, and I don't need anyone else."
The chief approached and ruffled the boy's hair. "Sooner or later, you'll have to give birth again. Your body is made for it, Gnelsey. You can't fight the nature. It will find a way eventually to put new life inside you. "
"My body was created to care for and love my only nestling, not to satisfy your animal desires."
The chief left the shack. Gnelsey sat down and placed her hands on Anarungu's shoulders.
"Everything will be all right, Anarungu," she said, stroking the back of her son's head. "Mama will always be with you. I don't need anyone else but you. Remember that. I love you."
She was so pretty. Even though it was a dream linked to his childhood, he couldn't resist kissing her on the lips.
She smiled. "Well, well. I know you love your Mama, but you can't kiss me like that. Only your Papa can kiss Mama that way. Do you understand, Anarungu?"
Anarungu nodded.
"Good. Now, let's go find your friends."
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Something soft brushed against his face. Anarungu recoiled in fear when he opened his eyes to see a lynx staring back at him. But it was just Peacock, apologizing for being absent yesterday.
"They would have killed you, little one," Anarungu said, stroking the animal with his left hand.
"Shoo, beast. The Chief needs quiet," Gnelsey said, waving her hand at the beast. Peacock grinned playfully, hopped over to her, rubbed against her legs, and then curled up to sleep in the corner.
"Are you feeling better now, my nestling?" she handed Anarungu water, her breasts hovering over his face. There were distinct dark circles under her eyes.
"Have you been up all night?" asked Anarungu, taking a sip.
"I needed to keep an eye on you, my nestling. You were trembling, and all you could say was how much you loved me," she gazed at her belly. "I was sick again. The tribe must know that the Curse has been lifted. I'll go... I'll fetch more water."
She stood up and hurried to the exit with a small bucket.
Anarungu slowly pulled out his right hand. What used to be his right hand now looked like a stump.
Limping, he made his way out of the hut to the water.
Anarungu could still vividly see Gnelsey's face from the last night, prepared to watch her only child die.
"The old man said he didn't want his daughter to suffer? To see her endure pain just because she's loyal to her tribe? I'll make her suffer for her betrayal..."
Anarungu's mother sat on her knees, gently touching the water as it flowed over her dark skin, starting from her neck, then her chest, and finally running down her belly.
Gnelsey hardly moved, noticing her chief approaching. "I was just about to go back to the hut," she whispered.
Her eyes were red with tears. His heart clenched at the sight.
"Don't cry, Mama."
"I almost... I almost let my nestling be killed. I am a horrible mother." She gently touched his chest and held his right hand tenderly. "What have I done? Please forgive me, Anarungu. I'm begging for your forgiveness."
"Forgiving you isn't something I can promise.You'll have to answer for what you've done to me." He studied her face. "But you're not crying because you almost let me get killed, are you? Maybe the consequences don't matter to you. You're crying because your nestling is the one who broke the Blood Bird Curse. And you're his wife--the woman he broke the curse with."
Gnelsey turned her back to the water, fixing her hair. "I shouldn't have become a mother again... I can't... I didn't think I would again. I thought what we were doing wasn't serious. I never thought you'd actually put a child inside me. If I only knew I would never let you finish inside... How did the spirits allow this?" she whispered. "You are my son."
He smiled. "My love for you is stronger than any curse. You are my wife. I told you we should start choosing a name for our firstborn, didn't I?"
She stood abruptly, knocking the bucket of water to the ground. "No! That's not possible. This is wrong, Anarungu! I don't want to be your wife! I don't want your children. You are my child!"
He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "If it was wrong you wouldn't get pregnant. Don't you think? Father gave you too much freedom when you were his wife. Things will be different with me. You'll do whatever I tell you. Didn't Elder say you were loyal to our tribe? Then prove it. Be a good wife and obey what I ask you. Obey me, Mama. You and I are going to rebuild the tribe's population and there's only one way to stop me - kill me."
Fire gleamed in her eyes. It seemed to him as if, for a moment, she thought about it. About killing her own son.
"You've grown to be a monster, Anarungu."
Anarungu smiled quietly, reading her thoughts, and kissed her.
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That evening, all the Blood Bird people gathered at the heart of their settlement. Anarungu heard singing, the sounds of drums and dancing.
But it was quiet inside the chief's shack. He looked sadly at how silly the spear looked in his left hand. "Come, Peacock."
The crowd respectfully parted, allowing Peacock and the Chief to pass through. Gnelsey stood by the chief's chair, waiting for Anarungu, who let out a sigh of relief before taking his seat.
Jarkish with a spear in his hand appeared nearby to protect his chief.
A gentle breeze tousled Anarungu's hair as he surveyed the expectant faces before him.
Everyone waited for him to speak. He looked at the dozens of faces before him, knowing they were all doomed to die because of the berries. They will leave no offspring.
"But not me."
"The spirits have heard us," Gnelsey spoke. "Our pleas have been answered, children of the Blood Bird. One of the women is finally pregnant! The curse is broken!"
The tribe erupted in cheers, their joyful cries echoing through the air.
"You didn't tell them who got pregnant," whispered Anarungu.
"Why should I? I don't want everyone to know," replied Gnelsey.
The tribe was in a non-stop frolic. Some men and women were making love right there, trying to repopulate the tribe. Anarungu watched in silence.
He had killed Naragasa.
He had avenged his father's death.
He had become chief.
He had protected the tribe from Blue Lynx.
And most importantly, he impregnated his own mother.
This felt more like a dream than the one he had this morning.
Gnelsey covered her chest with her robes and nervously gazed up at the night sky, deep in thought.
Perhaps she was trying to figure out what she should do next?
"Anarungu." Tatar'Atu walked over to the chair. Jarkish let him pass. "I heard what happened. I should have been there..."
"No, you shouldn't have," Anarungu replied, raising his hand. "The fact that you weren't involved is enough, Tat. Go, enjoy your life."
Tat lowered his head. "Thank you, my chief." He wanted to leave but hesitated. Another question troubled him.
"Is it true that Gnelsey is the first pregnant woman? Did you really break the curse with your own mother?"
Anarungu gave him an angry, exhausted look. Tat lowered his head and walked back into the crowd.
Amid the joyful shouts, Anarungu noticed the eyes of those who weren't in a celebratory mood. A frail, battered old man with a stick looked up at him from the shadows of an old hut. His dim eyes flicked between the chief and Gnelsey.
"You shouldn't have mutilated our Elder that much," whispered Gnelsey noticing where he was looking.
"I shouldn't have? I don't know why you spent your whole life lying to me about the Elder being my grandfather, but he should be grateful he's still alive. You don't know how much I would have liked to see his head impaled on a spear after yesterday. But you're his daughter, aren't you? You care for him. I didn't mean to hurt you, Mama."
"Thank you, my nestling."
Of course, he lied. The elderly Anaravansan was left alive to witness firsthand how Anarungu tirelessly would fill his daughter with an ever-increasing number of new children.
While the old man sleeps in his cozy bed, his daughter finds no rest, taking in another load of Anarungu's seed.
I own her.
"Mama. Come here." He faced Gnelsey.
His mother glanced at him but stayed put. She clearly didn't like his tone.
"I said come here," he insisted. Gnelsey hesitated before taking a step closer.
"What do you want?"
"Sit on my lap!"
"No," Gnelsey replied firmly, giving him a stern look.
"You have to obey me. Sit down! Right now!" Anarungu responded with a threatening expression.
"I don't have to obey you. I am the wife of a chief. No man can command me. I..."
"I am your chief," Anarungu interrupted her. "And I am your son. I am the only one who can command you. Now do as I say. Obey me, Mama."
Gnelsey furrowed her eyebrows. She was holding back, her chest heaving with anger, but she calmed herself as she shifted her gaze to his right hand.
She obeyed.
His mother sat on his leg with all her weight. He wrapped his arms around her waist, absorbing his mother's scent, feeling the warmth of her skin and body.
"Don't forget that I own you after what happened last night," whispered Anarungu, stroking her hair.
Gnelsey remained silent, feeling uncomfortable in her son's arms. He could feel how nice she was squeezing him, sitting on top. He could only think of her warmth, peering at the neckline in her warm clothes. His hand traveled along her leg, getting closer to the cherished spot but never crossing the line.
"Good boy," whispered Gnelsey, noticing him stop.
"She doesn't know I'll fill her before the sun comes up again."
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The feast had left him weary, yet the overwhelming desire to fully possess Gnelsey was intoxicating, dulling any discomfort in his arm and body. In the past, he had to use persuasion to gain intimacy with her. Now, with their child inside her - she had no choice.
She must obey him.
"You don't look happy that the curse is broken, Mama."
"No need to mock me, Anarungu." She assisted him to their hut, releasing him as they crossed the threshold
"Didn't the Elder say you were loyal to the tribe? What does it matter whose child it is, as long as the curse is broken."
"It matters."
Anarungu kept his gaze on her big ass, her thighs and breasts. He undressed as he watched Gnelsey get ready for sleep.
"I've always dreamt of having a sibling. Finally, that dream will come true."
She raised eyebrow and looked at him as if he just admitted to her that he eats earthworms.
"What are you talking about? This is your child, Anarungu, not a sibling."
"It's actually both. Do you feel our baby moving yet?" He gently rested his hand on her belly.
"The baby is still too small." She removed his hand. "I didn't feel you moving, Anarungu, until four long cycles later when my belly rounded out. I was so so happy."
She reminisced about that time with fondness.
"Take off your clothes," he suddenly said.
"What?!"
"You heard me. I want to go to bed and I want to see your body next to me like I did yesterday."
"Why are you...why are you treating me like this? I don't understand. Haven't I suffered enough?"
"Not enough." He showed her his right hand.
Gnelsey sighed and threw off her robes. Her full breasts and slightly puffy belly were exposed. He lowered his eyes, meeting the most important part - his birthplace. Anarungu couldn't contain his astonishment and involuntarily parted his lips in disbelief, peering into the dark pubic hair that wrapped around her vagina. This vagina now belonged to him.
She hurried over and got into bed. Anarungu lay down next. She covered them with a blanket, feeling Anarungu pressed against her with his whole body, his cock resting on her leg. He put his arms around her waist just like in the dream.
"You're warm, Mama."
She turned her head toward him and slowly raised her hand to run it along his face.
"You don't need to be so rough with me, Anarungu. I know I made a terrible mistake. Forgive me. But still you can't talk to me like that. I am your mother. I gave birth to you, I nursed you, I breastfed you, I raised you. Even after all the horrible things we did. Don't you dare be rude to me. And don't you dare order me around."
"Do you think I was being rude to you? " He moved closer, touching his cock to her pubic hair. The touch sent a wave of pleasure over him.
"No, Anarungu..."
"Do you think there's any chance I won't fuck you tonight?"
He tried to climb on top of her, but Gnelsey slapped him and rose sharply to her feet.
"Anarungu!" she wanted to run away, but he managed to catch her and plow to the floor. Completely naked, she sprawled helplessly. Anarungu ran his hands over her delicate body, his touch sending shivers through her.
"After you tried to kill me - forget about forgiveness. You think I was rude to you? Now you'll find out how rude I can be."
"No, Anarungu!"
He held her on the ground. He drove his cock through her pubic hair, then touching her soft pink-brown lips.
"Ohhhh, yes..." That was almost enough to make him cum. "I've missed your hole so much."
Eventually she stopped resisting.
"You know you have to be punished, Mama." He put his hands on her back and with a sharp thrust he entered.
"Acgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." A vibration of pleasure rippled through his body in a wave, his hands pressed Gnelsey even harder into the hut's floor. His body from his feet to his head shook. "Ugghhhh, Mommy."
His balls collided with her ass, her pubic hair gently rubbing him.
"I remember how jealous you were of me with that Blue Lynx woman. Aghhhh..." He jerked out and re-entered, sliding her forward across the floor. The sensations of penetration the hole he came out of were maddening.
"How can you be so...good...after you give birth to me? You are still good. Father was right - your body was made for bearing children and making new ones. You are born to be breed."
"Anarungu...please...akgghhhhhh." Her hand pinned her head to the floor. He could clearly feel his hot tip at the entrance.
He began to move in and out, his hands gripping her throat. He moved sharply, penetrating her and bursting through the soft skin inside. "Ohhhhhh... Why do you resist when everything says we're meant to be together. You and me. Nothing else can come between us. You're mine. Accept it. Obey me, Mama."
He caught his breath and entered again, thrusting his hips against her body. He thrust back and forth, faster and faster, savoring every second of penetration into his mother's womb.
Anarungu lay on top of her, feeling her body beneath him. "This night you will scream!!! Akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" He fucked her with all his might. ""Let the whole settlement know who the very first woman who got pregnant."
His cock trembled inside her with each penetration, he entered sharply. His whole body shook with each frantic entry. It seemed like an eternity since their night of fertilization when he cum inside her twice.
"Akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Her light moans were starting to turn into loud moans. Anarungu put his arm around her neck. "Harder," Gnelsey said. "Harder."
Anarungu smiled like an animal and fulfilled her vow. He began to savagely beat her, fucking and penetrating her. Gnelsey screamed.
"Aakkkgghhhhhhhh!!!! ANARUNGU!"
"Still think I was too rough on you, mother? Your nestling is capable of so much more...Ackgghhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
He lifted her to her knees and nuzzled her breasts greedily. "I can't wait...akggh...when these breasts are full of milk." He was literaly drilling her pussy. He hadn't cum yet, but white streams of white liquid were already flowing out of her vagina, forming into bubbles and leaking out onto the floor. Her pubic hair was sticking together.
"AKGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The vibrations rippled through the ass along her entire body. He didn't understand what was happening, but he knew it was right.
"Mommy, mommy....acgghhhhhh." If love between mother and son was wrong, then why did it feel so good? Why then does his cock penetrate her so perfectly? Why is he so eager to fill her again?
She bit down on the hand he used to squeeze her throat. Her vagina clenched several time. She came. Anarungu's eyes rolled back behind his orbits because of how hard his cock was choked by her vagina. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, MAMA!."
Gnelsey held back a cry of pleasure, her teeth sinking into his hand.
Anarungu's balls clenched with every jerk and thrust, air coming out in gusts. He was drilliing her from behind with insade speed. He didn't stop, just wildly penetrating her while getting faster and faster. The sharp strokes made the skin on her ass spread in waves.
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, ANARUNGU!"
"Louder! Louder! I almost...akghhhh." He pulled out for a moment and Gnelsey sighed in relief. But the next second he pushed her onto her side, finding himself between her legs and entering her again, immediately tipping her over onto her back. He continued to fuck her, trailing one leg up, even before Gnelsey was on her back. Nothing could stop him.
He chose a more comfortable position for fertilization, pumping more life into his mother.
His balls were getting hard as a rock. His nuts and all inside ached with the burning desire to finally inject some more fluid into her. He fucked her wildly, kicking his feet savagely on the floor. His arms went around her neck and squeezed.
She shuddered with every passionate thrust of her little nestling. He kept drilliing his own mother. It was maddening how fast he was penetrating her, he barely lingered inside for half a second before pulling out and re-entering.
"Arghhhh.... UGHHHHHH.... Anarungu!!! AGHHHHHHHHHHH! That's too fast...It's too rough!! Please!"
"Yes, scream. Keep screaming. Ughhhhh, Mama. It's not rough; it's just the way I want to fuck you." He loosened his grip on her throat, letting the screams and moans escape. "We must restore the human population in our tribe, Mama. And rest assured, you and I will do it. You and I will save the tribe."
Her claws dug into his dark back, scratching to the point of bleeding. He gently took the dark nipple into his mouth, stopping it from jolting. He imagined that nipple filled with life's milk.
In a burst of passion, she wrapped her arms around his head as she had last night, pressing against her nipple. He felt safe again, felt a mother's love again. Only this time he was balls deep inside her.
"My nestling." Her legs jerked sharply in the air as her son greedily penetrated her vagina from which he emerged. Even if a mob of hunters had stormed the hut again to take him somewhere - they wouldn't have been able to pull him away from Gnelsey. That's how tightly he was attached to her.
"Akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeess!....MAMA. BE READY!"
"UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, ANARUNGU. Aghkkkkk." The cry came off in gusts. She tried to stroke and hug him while he kissed and licked her nipples.
He could only imagine the pain she was feeling at this moment, being fucked so hard and so actively by a young man full of desire to mate.
Her own son.
He took his head away from her nipple for a second and looked beneath him. He watched as his dark cock penetrates deep inside, working its way through her pink-brown cheeks. He thrust all the way in, only his balls hanging on the outside. Mama's insides once again welcoming her dear nestling clenched, embracing him as tightly as Gnelsey was embracing him now and last night.
"Finally I can do it again" he looked into her eyes, into her sweaty frightened face. She looked exhausted, unable to change what he was about to do. "You're perfect, Mama. I want you to bear me as many...akgghhhh...children as you possibly can."
Anarungu gently squeezed both of her breasts, kissing first one, then the other.
"Just..." she swallowed the lump in her throat that had picked up. "Just do it! End this night... Be a man."
He went out and in with a bang, out and in with a bang. Then again and again. His heart as his internal organs shook frantically, but he hadn't cum yet. These last thrusts must be very special. He went in and out again, in and out. His balls twitched, burning. It was a pleasurable pain. The desire to finally release all that had gathered inside.
And all of it straight into his own mother.
He entered, his skin tightening all the way and suddenly the flushed red tip exploded.
"AKGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
Anarungu brought his cock all the way in, and possibly even further. His cock shot out a thick white fluid.
"MAMA!" The pain went away in an instant and was replaced by a feeling of insane buzzing euphoria. He shook in a seizure, Anarungu hissed, screamed and began to make every possible sound his ligaments were capable of. His feet beat frantically against the wooden floor.
He looked only into her eyes. Gnelsey's eyes. Both of them felt streams of sweet nectar rushing into her womb, where there was no escape.
"Ohhhhhh...Anarungu" she whispered, catching her breath and feeling the fluids drain out of her onto the floor while he was still inside.
Her nestling shot out again straining his lower back and hips, pushing his cock in even deeper. " YES!!!AKGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." He was on the verge of blacking out, the torrents of pleasure only intensified and eased only when he spurted out the last clot that had been stored in his balls.
Mortified, he collapsed on top of her. Not moving and barely breating.
It was hard for her to breathe through the full weight of her nestling, but she remained silent. Her baby, her nestling has done it again. That realization made a small tear roll down from her eye. Would she ever be able to accept that he was her husband and she was his wife?
"Never," she thought.
She reached down. Anarungu was still balls deep inside. Gnelsey touched the liquid that was leaking from both of their bottoms.
At that moment, Anarungu whispered in her ear. "You are mine... And you will do as I command, Mama. These are consequences of your betrayal."
"Sleep, nestling. You did a good job today. Mommy is proud of you," she said.
He wrapped his arms around her neck so she couldn't escape, and in that position right on top of her, he drifted into sleep. The sweetest and most pleasant dream he had seen in a while.
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The Blood Bird continued to live. Time passed and Gnelsey remained the only pregnant woman in the entire tribe.
The morning just begun, but Anarungu was already inside his mother. He entered, feeling the sweetness of her body and with his hand stroking the first signs of the roundness of her belly.
"Acggh, acggh...yes...pregnancy only made you more gorgeous, Mama."
She yawned, welcoming another morning, hoping he would finish as soon as possible.
"I'm pumping my...child...inside...you...Ughhh!!" He gently nipped her swollen nipples.
"Careful, they're sensitive," said Gnelsey harshly as he touched her breasts the wrong way.
"I remember, Mama. Don't worry." He thrust off rhythm, penetrating her swollen mother hole. His tongue licked her breasts and belly.
He did this every morning, every evening, every day. But she still couldn't get used to it. And how could she ever get used to it?
She stared at his lust-crazed face. Gnelsey couldn't understand how he could love her so much. How could he love to do THAT with her so much?
His face contorted in a twitch. Gnelsey sighed, realising it was finally over. This time he finished faster.
Anarungu covered his eyes, letting the wave pass through he body. He froze and yelled.
"Take your daily...seed, MAMA!!!UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
He shot again while deep inside. Gnelsey felt the strokes. Those were strokes of his cock, which, like its owner, was shaking in a mad seizure. Anarungu's cock shook and in non-stop shot streams white stuff.
It was something she could never get used to either.
She lowered her legs as he shot out again. Keeping them in an upward position was hard labor.
He emitted some more vital liquid. He looked so sweet while he was cumming in her. She smiled a bit.
"Ughhh, Mama... It's so good... Ughhh.." Anarungu licked his lips, pulling his cock out and shaking off the residue onto her pubic hair.
She looked at the mess he made.
"My sacred mother's bosom." She ran her hand over her wet cheeks.
"Lick your fingers," ordered Anarungu.
She sighed and obeyed as she always did, licking his cum off her fingers.
"I just have to be patient until our first child is born, and then..."
She pictured herself with a knife in her hands. Quickly, painlessly. For the good of the tribe. Anarungu just can't keep doing it with her for the rest of their lives.
At that moment someone disturbed them.
A battered, barely alive old man appeared on the doorstep. His teeth were knocked out, his face as red with mutilation as his entire body.
"My chief, I have come again to beg forgiveness" the old man fell at his feet. "Please take pity on my daughter. She doesn't deserve this; she doesn't deserve to suffer for her loyalty to her tribe. Kill me, but spare her from this punishment!"
"From the punishment of being my wife? Is that a punishment? I consider it the greatest honor."
Anarungu straightened his belt still recovering from the insane orgasm
"You have broken the curse, chief. I pray you may choose any woman of the tribe, you may have as many children with them as you wish. But I pray you leave my daughter alone."
"Father, please stand up," Gnelsey helped the injured old man up. "You are our Elder. Please, act like one."
Anarungu watched the old man with disdain.
"You are pathetic. Because of you I almost died, because of you Red Bird almost lost her only chance at salvation. You have no right to ask anything of me. I own your daughter. Now get out."
"But she is your mother!" faltered Anaravansan. "You can't make children with her! You can't copulate with her?"
"I can. And I do. She is my mother and that's I only want her. Pumping new life into my mother is the best part of being a chief. Now get out before I commanded Peacock to tear you apart."
Gnelsey helped her father up.
"Honey, you have to...we have to do something, don't we?" Whispered the old man, believing Anarungu couldn't hear them.
"Nothing can be done." She led him to the exit. "Nothing can be done yet."Tribal Hunt Pt. 04
The story of Anarungu and his tribe Mama continues
CHAPTER 10. NEW PREGNANT BELLY
The morning had barely begun and Gnelsey hurried back to the hut with a bucket of water. Her other hand supported her swollen belly. Walking was hard, but she didn't want to stay in the hut all day. She could barely walk after last night with Anarungu.
Gnelsey stared into the void as the wind blew through her hair. She stumbled and fell, twisting her ankle. She quickly curled into a ball, falling on her side to protect the child.
It hurt. All the water spilled onto the clothes.
She turned onto her back, staring at a cloud. For a moment, she was horrified by her own thoughts. "I should have fallen on my stomach to kill this creature inside me." Gnelsey gently stroked her growing belly. "It must be a boy; he kicks so hard... Ughhhh."
How could she think about killing this innocent child? "What is wrong with you, Gnelsey?"
All these thoughts vanished like a wind when the pain in her leg made itself known. She cried out in pain. There wasn't a soul around until suddenly, an old man with a stick appeared above her, blocking the clouds. His nose was broken, and even after so many cycles, his face still bore dried, cracked scrapes and wounds left by Anarungu.
"Let me help you, dear," Anaravansan helped his daughter to stand up.
"Father? Ouch," she said, holding onto him and standing on one leg.
"Anarungu shouldn't let you work while you're in this condition." The Elder leaned on his staff, holding his daughter with his other hand, her breast peeking out from under the wet, dirty cloak. Her face kept twisting in pain.
"Anarungu is asleep. I wanted to...ughh... distract myself a little and be alone, to occupy my mind with work instead of thoughts about..." She stopped, breathed heavily to calm herself, and glanced down.
Anaravansan gently stroked her belly, which noticeably grown in the past weeks. "Big."
"Yes, big and strong," she replied. "Just like his father. The seed is strong." She felt his cold touch, meant to show affection for his new grandchild, but there was no warmth in the elder's actions.
Elder led her forward, and she sat down next to the hut.
"I am still the only pregnant woman in the settlement. Our women and people need hope. First, the only one who managed to break the curse turned out to be my son, and he broke it with me. And then it turns out that he broke the curse all by himself."
"This is a trial you must endure, my dear. Anarungu is not the one we need despite this...this mockery of the higher powers that allowed this to happen." Anaravansan maliciously protruded his lip as he looked at his daughter's pregnant belly. Her dark belly button was protruding outward. "I can't understand how he made you pregnant."
Gnelsey groaned, placing her hand on her large stomach, feeling a slight tingling inside.
"I know what we must do, Gnelsey. You just need to endure," he took a step forward and stroked his daughter's cheek, running his old wrinkled hand through her hair. "You look so much like your mother. It's so hard to see you like that, in pain, seeded by own son."
Gnelsey lifted her gaze to him, her leg still hurting. She slowly removed her father's hand from own face, with the other hand still resting on the pregnant abdomen.
"I won't allow Anarungu to be murdered. Not again. Don't even ask me to be part of it, father," she grimaced tensely, furrowing her dark, beautiful, delicate brows, looking into her father's whitish eyes.
Anarvansan didn't answer. He just smiled, holding his staff with both hands.
Gnelsey stood up and, leaning against the hut's wall, entered, hiding within.
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The sun was already high, morning slowly turning into noon. Women gathered in the center of the settlement, absentmindedly scratching their heads while searching for the chief's wife. "Why is she taking so long?" whispered the girls and women to each other. It was time for the morning ritual.
In the meantime, Gnelsey lay in the chief's shack on her side, a soft pillow beneath her belly. Her right swollen leg was draped up and rested on Anarungu's shoulder.
The other lay on the floor. Anarungu penetrated her, holding her right leg, he massaged it, but as the pleasure blinded him, he dug his claws into the dark skin.
"Careful...with the leg," she shook with each thrust inward. "Ughhhhhh, Anarungu... don't be so rough... Be merciful."
She told him about the leg the second he was awake, hoping he would spare her another intimacy that morning. He started massaging it, and at first she thought she might breathe a sigh of relief, but his excitement and gentle massaging of her leg soon ended with his cock inside her.
As always.
"Ohhhh, yeah. I love your swollen hole." Anarungu entered, letting the skin on his cock tighten all the way to the root. He liked to imagine his tip reaching the spot where their baby was.
Anarungu placed his hand on her big belly. "You're beautiful, Mama, with my child inside you...ohhhh."
She gently stroked her abdomen and pushed aside his hand as Anarungu was once again caught up in a wave of blissful pleasure. Her look made it clear; she didn't want him to touch her belly.
But Anarungu paid no attention.
She stifled light moans, glancing out the window.
"Anarungu...akgghhhh...this bloody leg...I should be at the settlement by now! AKGGHHHHHHHH!!!"
He entered with such force that her entire stomach shuddered and twitched. "Be careful with the baby, Anarungu! Don't shake it... Aghhh!"
"I'm not...done yet...obey me, Mama." He straddled her left breast, leaving a nipple between his index and middle finger. It was so big and swollen, not hard at all.
"And yet no milk," he thought with sadness.
"Careful...it's sensitive...akgghhhh...what a horrible position. Your father never did that...ukgghhhhhh...nipple! He never touched me when I was pregnant."
"Father was a fool...I...akgghhhh...He should have had more offspring with you. He could have so many kids with you... UGHHHHHHHHH. Can't wait to see your perfect hips push our first baby into this world." He kissed her leg tenderly, not taking his eyes off mother's gorgeous brown eyes.
"It's our first one and our last one," whispered Gnelsey. She breathed a sigh of relief as his face reflected the first signs of the end. His lip pulled back, letting out sounds and moans. His balls hammered more actively against her ass, his hips slowed and then moved back and forth again. His ridiculously huge cock jerked inside her vagina, ready to....
"AKGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Mama.... Yes...Mama... You had such a gorgeous flat belly. Now look how big you are."
Anarungu bit her sore leg, closing his eyes. Gnelsey held back from screaming in pain as streams of semen shot into her vagina in the next instant.
"Finally," Gnelsey said as the warm flood of his release filled her, the walls of her womb. She watched his face twist with pleasure as he opened his mouth, taking in air.
"Ugh... Mama.... Yeah... UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH. So hard...to breathe."
How could he possibly like this? They had done this so many times before, and while she could still get some pleasure at first, as her belly grew, it became a boring routine. But each time he penetrated her with the same passion and strength in his muscles as the first time, his eyes filled with fire and desire.
He grabbed her breasts in the rush of his pleasure. He made some strange sound similar to the sound Peacock made when belching out chunks of fur.
"Be careful... my nipples." Gnelsey grabbed his hand that was resting on her boob. She could feel the tension in his fingers, in his tendons, in his blood.
When she thought it was over, he released his seed into her again, another stream. Lumps of white liquid left the quivering tip one by one, and balls twitched in time with the shots.
His face turned as red as blood itself, and the veins on his temples twitched visibly due to the soaring beat of his strong heart.
"Soooo good...AKGGHHHH...Mama." Anarungu looked into her eyes with the innocent gaze of a child, his hips moved again for some reason, but stopped. He was drained.
There was something amusing and intriguing about watching him cum inside her.
"I should let him enjoy it while he can. As a mother, I still want him to be happy, but there's no way I'm letting him impregnate me one more time," thought Gnelsey. She hoped that Anarungu was done, but suddenly he jerked and shot again. Then finally came out of her vagina allowing a stream of white liquid to flow down.
"He poured so much seed into me over these long cycles, enough to impregnate all the women in the settlement several times. He could have chosen any fertile girl in the Blood Bird but yet each time he chooses me to be a vessel for his seed."
Anarungu fell onto his back beside her, releasing mama's sore leg. Gnelsey rolled over gingerly onto her back and stood up, placing some piece of cloth under the leaking semen.
"I love you, Mama," said Anarungu breathing heavily. He was covered in sweat, his flaccid cock peeking out from behind his feather belt.
"I love you too, Anarungu," Gnelsey replied uncertainly. "Gosh, just look what a mess you've made here. How am I going to perform a ritual like that?"
The white, viscous liquid gushed out like a bubbling river and poured from her reddened, swollen labia right onto the floor. Her dark thighs were covered with smears of thick milk-like fluid. She clumsily wiped it off with her cloak, but fresh streams continued to flow from her body.
In a rage, she threw on a new cloak and left the hut, hastening towards the women. She limped both because of her leg and the pain between the legs.
Anarungu took a gulp of water and washed up. His right hand, missing several important fingers, still hurt. Even after so much time, the pain hadn't subsided.
He watched from the window as Gnelsey limped towards the bonfire where she was awaited. He allowed Peacock to approach and rub against his left hand. Anarungu welcomed the gentle strokes on the animal's head.
Gnelsey was delivering a speech, though he couldn't hear her words. He liked to think that at that very moment, his seed was flowing from her. His heart squeezed.
"I feel so sorry for her. She never wanted her life to turn out this way: her husband dead, the Blood Bird nearly extinct, her father humiliated and injured. And her nestling seeded her. What's wrong with you, Anarungu? Why do you like being with her? Why do you love your mother so much? Why does the idea of having children with her drive you crazy?"
"Anarungu?" Tatar'Atu slowly entered the hut with a large spear, its tip a sharp curved stone. Peacock looked at the entrant, then jumped up, recognizing Tatar'Atu, and began rubbing against his legs. "We found human tracks in the forest; none of our hunters were in that part of the jungle. There are suspicions that it's the Blue Lynx." Tatar'Atu disregarded the animal.
The chief took a fruit from the basket and took a bite. "That woman from the Blue Lynx, Khaleana, should carry my child and have a belly like my mother's. Shouldn't they understand that the Blood Bird still can have offspring? Why are they meddling here?"
Tatar'Atu remained silent.
"Let the hunters be ready. We need to be prepared for anything. You can take some guards off my hut." Anarungu threw the fruit pit into the bushes and turned around. "Do you have a new spear?"
"Jarkish made it."
Anarungu glanced at the corner where his spear lay. He hadn't used it once since the day he lost his fingers. With his left hand, he was nowhere near as skilled as with his right. "I am no warrior anymore."
"Anarungu," Tatar'Atu suddenly spoke. He momentarily relented to Peacock and stroked him, gazing absently at the beast. "Did you speak the truth to me about the berries? Сould we...?" He swallowed. "Could I not father children?"
His friend looked so broken. Anarungu found nothing better to do than to place his hand on his shoulder and say. "We must not lose hope. Perhaps the berries' influence is temporary, Tat. You should believe it."
Tat nodded.
"Have you tried to have children with someone? Let me guess, with Scar's mother? What's her name, remind me. Tila?"
Tat nodded again. "She reminds me of my mother," he whispered, then, pretending as if nothing had been said, he spoke loudly and confidently. "I love Tila!"
"Older women are beautiful, that's true. But what about her husband, Shazram, Scar's father? Does he know?"
"No, well, yes. He knows that Tila and I are in love, but he doesn't know that we tried to start a new family together"
"He's a dangerous enemy, Tat."
"So what? I don't care!" He tightened his grip on the new spear. Peacock tensed, moving behind Anarungu's back. "I love Tila! And I don't care about that old man!"
"Fair enough." Anarungu realized that Tat could easily impale him with the spear, and there was nothing he could do. He can't fight with his mangled arm. "I promise you will have children with her. You should try tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Tat raised his eyebrow in surprise, calming down a bit.
A plan began to form in Anarungu's mind. "Gnelsey's ritual today is important.
Tomorrow, another Blood Bird woman might get pregnant, maybe even your Tila.
Just make sure you're the father, not Shazram. Do you understand? Don't give him any chance."
"Are you sure?" Tat asked nervously, looking hopefully at his Chief.
"Tell Tila to speak with my Mama tomorrow. She will guide both of you. I promise."
As soon as Anarungu finished, Tat nodded and hurried away. Peacock watched in surprise as Tat ran out of the hut, its ears twitching. Anarungu's left hand gently rested on the animal's head.
"I hope he forgives me for what I'm about to do. Let's make sure he never finds out, otherwise..."
Peacock looked up at Anarungu, its snake-like cat eyes watching his mouth move.
"Don't look at me like that, Peacock. I'm doing it for the tribe."
Hearing its name, the animal shook its head, looking at Anarungu. The chief turned towards a corner, looking at his old spear. "I need a new weapon."
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Anarungu and Peacock walked around a fallen bucket and approached the water's edge. The rays of the midday sun brightly reflected off the clear, slightly rippling water. He could see all the stones on the shallow bottom. Peacock ran up and began to drink, glancing at the opposite bank.
Anarungu roughly remembered the spot where he had been when Gnelsey attacked him and forced him to flee the hut. It was so long ago.
He crouched down and plunged his hand into the water between stones. After a few minutes, he found something familiar and pulled out Gnelsey's ceremonial knife from under the rocks.
He smiled, inspecting the sharp stone blade, when suddenly Peacock growled, looking toward the jungle.
The stream, about ten steps away, turned into a strong river current. Impassable jungle began on the other side. There was no way anyone could cross the water without being swept away.
"Did you see something there?" Anarungu patted the animal's head, hiding the knife behind his belt.
Peacock continued to look warily in that direction. There was no one on the other side, at least as far as Anarungu could see.
"Let's go, let's return to the hut." The chief headed back, and Peacock, after standing by the water for a little longer and looking around, ran after his master.
The wind has already died down.
The bushes on the other side rustled again.
===
By evening, the chief sat on his chieftain's chair. Nearby, a brazier flared, and meat was being cooked not far from his face. Drums were beaten, and someone was singing. It was nice to hear women's voices. A pleasant smoke with the scent of mossy herbs wafted around.
Old Shazram nervously watched his wife and Tat. He tried to be near her, but she constantly tried to be as far away from him as possible and as close as possible to the young hunter.
Jarkish, with his hair tied back in a long braid, was feeding Peacock with meat while stroking its head. Who among the hunters would dare to do something like that? Most were afraid of Chief's weird dangerous pet.
Anarungu felt a calm peace. It was another ordinary evening in the tribe. Gnelsey sat beside him, her dark legs bare under the fur clothes. She stroked her belly, sometimes shivering from the tingling inside.
She would nod and smile when random women, time after time, fell at her feet, bowing and mumbling about the sky-chosen woman savior of the tribe and her savior child.
"She likes being special," Anarungu smiled sweetly and proudly. "Chosen by the sky."
Sometimes she turned to Anarungu and smiled at him. Her smiles varied; sometimes they seemed forced, but occasionally, flashes of pure love passed between them.
Mother and son.
"She's just afraid of childbirth because mine were terribly painful." Anarungu glanced once more at the crowd, sensing someone's gaze on him.
It was Elder. Anaravansan watched them from a dark deep corner of a hut.
Anarungu stared at him, not moving a muscle. Then, he deliberately placed his hand on Gnelsey's head. She didn't react, sitting as if nothing happened. He then lifted Gnelsey up and supported her under her arms, raising the body and pulling her close to him.
She was heavier than before, but his love was stronger. "Oh, Anarungu? What are you doing, nestling?" She looked at him as he positioned her between his legs.
When their eyes met, Anarungu gently kissed Gnelsey. Her lips tasted of roasted meat, berries, a hint of blood, and milk. But it was her saliva, with its unique salty taste, that was the most important and delicious substance in her mouth.
"My wife." He kissed her forehead, his hand resting on her belly. Gnelsey licked off his saliva and turned, resting her head on his chest. It seemed they were both looking in the same direction, where the old man had been sitting just moments ago.
Gnelsey sighed almost imperceptibly, rubbing her sore leg.
Throughout these endless cycles, he reveled in the sensation of absolute indulgence. They were the chosen ones who had broken the curse--mother and son. The bird and her nestling from the Blood Bird managed to have a child.
But the tribe needs more children. And he is the only fertile man in the whole tribe.
He glanced at her back. "If only I could, Mother, I would share our bed only with you, I'd make children only with you. But right now, we need more children, we need more offspring so that the Blood Bird can survive. Forgive me."
===
Anarungu brought a small crib into the hut, made especially for the baby by the best craftsmen of the tribe.
"Looks like Jarkish made it. No, Peacock." Anarungu pulled away the lynx. "You're too big."
The lynx whimpered in protest and settled in the corner, its big furry tail gently swaying over its body.
"It's too risky to have a child in the house with that creature," Gnelsey murmured from her bed, tired, gently rubbing her belly. Her large breasts touched her stomach, with pink swollen nipples blending into the soft dark skin around them.
"I trust Peacock more than anyone in our Tribe, Mama." He looked at her, with his eyes tracing the curves of her legs, belly, tender breasts, and neck. "I remember you saying you hated every moment of my birth. Are you ready for another?"
"The birth will happen regardless of my willingness. So?" Gnelsey stared coldly at the ceiling, she spread her legs and the two halves of the pink maternal hole pointed directly at Anarungu. "Come here, nestling. Stop looking. I want to warm you."
Anarungu nearly dropped the makeshift crib and lay down on the bed against Mama, snuggling his face against her breasts. She hugged his back, her chin right on the top of his head.
He could feel the warmth radiating from her insanely beautiful body. His hand gingerly touched her belly, afraid to disturb the baby. He ran it along the base, just below her breasts, then reached the highest point of her swollen belly with obvious stretch marks. He ran the tip of his thumb over the belly button and lowered his hand further.
"Your skin is so soft," he whispered, kissing his mother's neck. "We need to choose a name for our baby."
"I'm not ready for that yet. You must think for yourself about your baby's name."
"Our baby, Mama."
Gnelsey rolled her eyes, Anarungu didn't see it. "Fine, our baby. I'm trying not to think about the fact that he's our child, and also my first grandson."
She couldn't deny it, she loved how much attention he paid to her belly, how tenderly his fingers lovingly stroked her skin, how he gently cuddled her.
"Not all men are so attentive to their pregnant wives, Anarungu. They care little for the child in their womb, and you are not like that. You would be a great husband, nestling, if you had a real wife" Gnelsey stroked his dark hair.
"I have a real wife. It's you." He touched her sensitive breasts, stroking them with his fingertips. "My love is so strong it broke the curse. Remember? Do you still think our relationship was a mistake? After all this time and with my baby in your belly?"
Gnelsey was silent, the words stuck in her throat.
"I'll never forget our first time, your first insemination, and the creation of our first child. That night was unforgettable." He was falling asleep as she gently rubbed his dark hair.
At that moment, Gnelsey, after thinking for a bit finally found something to say.
"We have violated the laws of nature. No son should return to the place from which he came, the sacred place where all sons begin. It is a sanctified space..."
"I am no ordinary son." Anarungu closed his eyes, he wasn't listening, he was tired and the softness of her breasts made him completely forget everything.
"I must restore what we have destroyed. Make amends for breaking the laws of nature. I will stop it, my sweet baby, and save us right after the birth of your...our child." Gnelsey slowly fell asleep.
===
She woke up to the sound of birds singing, the morning sun gently lighting up part of the hut through the window. Gnelsey felt surprisingly well-rested and hadn't been disturbed by her belly during the night.
She lifted her head, brushed away her sweaty dark hair from her face, and her heart sank for a moment when she saw Anarungu.
He was peering out of the window rubbing his arm, his big cock dangling between the legs, she could see it sideways and once again marveled at the length of her nestling.
"Of course, he made her pregnant with a spear like that. How could it be otherwise?"
"I need you to do something for me," Anarungu said, still staring out the window.
"Usually you just order me around." Gnelsey leaned back again, spreading her legs like she did so many times before to let him in. She yawned a little. "Let's make this quick, Anarungu. I have my chores to do."
"Not today." He wouldn't even look at her.
"Not today?" Gnelsey looked at him in surprise; she had never heard such words from him before. Her spread legs were still hanging off the ground.
Anarungu smelled the pleasant scent and turned his head around, noticing the baby-making pose, that's what he called it. It was hard to hold back when she was inviting him inside, in that pose. But she had no choice; she had to follow her leader's orders, and she did it perfectly. Though he'd seen the storm lurking within her more than once, eager to burst out in moments when he'd inseminated her.
He licked his lip faintly, devouring the sight of her red lips, which he had thought had once been pink but wiped off after so many times he'd entered her.
He looked into her eyes, into the insanely beautiful brown eyes that still read puzzlement.
"Not today, Mama." He turned away. "I want to ask you for something else."
The words stuck in her throat. Anarungu doesn't want her this time? Not today? Is it really her son, or has he been replaced?
"What do you need from me then?" She stood up carefully, cradling her pregnant stomach.
"Today, Tila will come to you. She'll ask about pregnancy, about whether today is the right day to conceive."
"What? Why would she...?" Gnelsey frowned.
"Just listen to me. Tell her she must go deep into the forest, far from the camp. Blindfolded, she must receive her husband's seed. She should only take off the blindfold when she returns to the settlement. Finding her way back blindfolded with his seed is the only way to break the curse."
"What are you saying, Anarungu? Do you want poor Tila to get lost in the jungle and be eaten by lynxes?"
"She won't be eaten by lynxes." Anarungu tightened his grip on the knife. "Just do what I say. Do you want to break the curse? Trust me."
She carefully walked on the injured leg.
"Why the blindfold? You're not planning to... Anarungu, my dear." She approached and held his face, ignoring whatever he hid behind his back. "I'm your wife and Tila already has a husband."
He saw that same look in her eyes as when he announced that he had impregnated the huntress from the Blue Lynx tribe. Was it envy? How could she be envious and yet still deny their relationship?
How could she doubt that she was his only one?
"You're my wife and always will be. You'll always be the chief's wife, Mother."
She stroked her boy's cheek. "Then I'll do as you ask."
===
He wasn't paying attention to the time but gotten very hungry while waiting. Peacock slept at his feet as always, and the settlement's inhabitants went about their business: hunting, building, embroidering food, skinning carcasses, and so on. The sun was already setting, beginning to darken, when Anarungu noticed a woman entering Tat's hut. It was Tila.
After a while, Tat emerged from the hut, strangely alone. He headed straight into the jungle with his new spear. Soon after, Tila came out, her beautiful wide hips reminiscent of Gnelsey's, and went in the same direction.
Anarungu whistled, Peacock sharply rose and looked at his master. The chief handed him a piece of clothing that belonged to his friend.
"Search. Find him, Peacock."
Peacock, as if understanding his words, sniffed the scrap and hurried towards the exit of the hut. Anarungu dashed after him. Without attracting attention, they found themselves in the jungle. Anarungu had to constantly stop Peacock from running too far. Both listened to the loud silence of the jungle. Finally, when An heard voices, he carefully stopped Peacock and hid.
"You are so beautiful," Tat's voice sounded.
"I'm afraid we might be seen. Even here," another voice, belonging to the woman, was heard. An recognized Tila. "Shazram is very jealous; he'll kill us if he finds out. He's starting to suspect."
"Don't fear him, I'll protect you, Tila. I promise. Stand still, I need to blindfold you."
"No, Tat. I wanted to say we should stop. I'm too old for you. I... Ughh..."
No more words were spoken, only moans, kisses, the sounds of flesh colliding with flesh. Anarungu silently stroked Peacock's neck and head, watching the white dots filling the sky.
"Aaaaaah..." After some time, Tat let out a desperate cry, and the grass and bushes around rustled as his body trembled. "Feels so good."
"It's so much... seed inside me, Tatar'Atu," Tila breathed heavily, her words breaking between gulps of air. Tat laid his head on his lover's dark back, lost in the moment of active copulation. The two loving birds kissed.
"Even though I... have a blindfold on..." Tila tried to say something with her bird-like voice, but Tat interrupted her words with kisses. "But I've never felt younger and more beautiful. Thank you, darling."
"I can't wait to see your big belly. I can't wait to hold our baby," he said eagerly.
They kissed passionately again, Anarungu suppressing a tired groan. Peacock listened attentively, as if expecting Anarungu to whistle at any moment.
"Shazram is probably already looking for me. I need to return soon," Tila said, barely catching her breath.
"Remember what Gnelsey said? You must find your way to the settlement with a blindfold on, without my help. Only then can we be sure that you will conceive. This is a test from the spirits!"
"I completely forgot about that. You're right. Go on, believe in me," Tila gently kissed her young lover. The hunter raised his spear and disappeared into the jungle.
"Finally." Anarungu exhaled quietly and with relief. Peacock joyfully twirled its tail.
Tila waited for some time. Anarungu peeked out, watching as the woman touched herself between her legs. She thoughtfully rubbed the droplets of white liquid between her fingers; they weren't slimy but moist, like berry juice. She was about to leave when she felt a touch on her hips.
"Tat? Are you still here?"
Anarungu responded with a sound. He and Tat were of the same build.
"Why did you come back? Something's wro... Ow...?" Anarungu entered her in a rush jerk.
He sniffed instead of moaning, slowly moving deeper and deeper. She was...different. It was hard to explain. She was tighter than Gnelsey because her hole wasn't swollen from pregnancy. However, she still wasn't even half as good as his mother. Was it because she wasn't her?
"Why do you feel bigger... Aghhhh.... Tat, it feels so much bigger!" Tila almost fell, she moaned.
"I am doing this for the tribe." Her insides moved like waves with each thrust. She had a small, flawless body with no scars on her back unlike Gnelsey. Her dark, sweaty skin shimmered in the moonlight. Tila moaned softly, looking ahead, her hands and body tensing so much that her head couldn't turn back.
"First Tatar'Atu, now me." Anarungu thought with a smile. "I hope you're watching, Scar, we both fucked your mother and she'll be carrying my child at the end. This is your punishment for your betrayal during the Hunt."
"Make me a Mama again, dear." Tila said, her hands resting on her hips, and with her other hand she grabbed Anarungu's hand. His whole body trembled suddenly from this phrase, making him stop from groaning and regain his composure.
Oh, spirits. Why did Gnelsey never tell him anything like this? Make her Mama again?
"Why did you stop?'" Tila suddenly turned her head to the side. "Someone... is coming."
Now Anarungu too heard someone's footsteps.
"TILA!" it was Shazram, her husband. "I know you're around here somewhere! I'm going to kill that bastard. Come out, Tat."
"What a bad timing," thought An. Shazram was walking straight towards them, punching his way with his spear as he suddenly freezed.
"Oh no," said Shazram. A lynx stood in front of him on its haunches. The animal bared its teeth, and shot up to the sky with its sharp ears.
"We should stop." Tila tried to break free and pull his member out, but he held her too tightly.
Shazram rushed back, startled by Peacock. "Thank you, Peacock," thought Anarungu. His face turned red.
Anarungu had no time to rejoice, he finished, emitting his procreative fluid directly into Tila's womb.
"Ghhhh..." They both shuddered. He gazed at the bright white dots in the night sky, thinking only of one woman--his mother--when sudden waves of intense, sweet pleasure assaulted his senses, deafening him and nearly knocking him off his feet.
"Yes, yes. Make me a Mama again!"
Through the cacophony, Tila's cries seemed to him like the sweetest melodies of Gnelsey's voice. It hit him like a rush of warm water to the head, almost causing Anarungu to drool with pleasure.
"You will be a mother again soon... You will be the best mother ever, Mama," he whispered. Breathing heavily, Anarungu retreated and disappeared into the jungle.
"Tatar'Atu?" Tila only heard a light whistle coming from somewhere ahead. She had still her blindfold on. "That was weird." Rubbing her small sagging breasts she reached for her pubic hair. Clots of thick white fluid dripped from it. The liquid smelled good.
She came back to the village blindfolded, sensing someone had watched her. She felt guided by someone nearby. "Could it be the sky's higher powers?" Tila wondered. "Am I chosen like Gnelsey?"
It was just Anarungu and Peacock, who were making sure she come back home safe.
CHAPTER 11. FALL
Anarungu and Peacock came back to their tribe. The camp buzzed with joy, echoing with lively dances and cheerful songs through the night. Blood Bird resumed their daily routines, while Gnelsey, seated in the chief's chair, observed with a smile as she tenderly rubbed her belly.
A troubling thought struck Anarungu.
"It's been so long since I've seen a genuine smile on her face."
Someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Anarungu instinctively gripped his knife and saw Shazram standing before him, a bit taller than himself.
"I demand blood, Chief." Shazram looked furious, dark cheeks filled with redness, fingers clutching tightly a spear, the same as Tatar'Atu's, with an exquisite insanely sharp point.
For a second, goosebumps ran down Anarungu's back. "Explain yourself."
"Boy!" Shazram pointed at Tatar'Atu. Anarungu exhaled, loosening his grip on the knife. "The boy must answer! He is trying to take my wife from me! I demand that he be punished! I demand that he be killed! Kill Tatar'Atu!"
A crowd gathered, curious about the commotion. The music and dancing quieted down.
"You cannot demand anything. Tatar'Atu is a skilled warrior, I need him. It's not my problem that you can't satisfy your wife, Shazram."
A punch hit Anarungu squarely on the jaw. Peacock growled but, obeying the chief's command, didn't attack.
Anarungu didn't understand how, but Gnelsey suddenly stood between them.
"Don't you dare touch my son ever again. Stop now, while you still can. If my husband was still alive and in charge, you'd pay with your hand for what you've just done," she said in a new, stern tone that Anarungu had never heard before.
"I don't care!" yelled Shazram. "He's not my leader; a boy shouldn't be chief. He has no experience, no wisdom, no respect for people like me, who have devoted their lives to serving the Blood Red Bird. And you, Gnelsey, carry a monster in your womb. Have you broken the curse? Doesn't look like it. In the Blood Bird, still not a single pregnant woman except for you!"
The settlement fell even quieter. It was a heavy silence, almost tangible, like something you could touch, feel, and cut through. Women sadly lowered their heads, all except Gnelsey, who squinted as she looked into Shazram's eyes.
Anarungu stood behind her, wiping blood from his lips.
"We're still doomed to ruin. And this baby." Shazram glanced at her bulging belly. "Maybe it's not a baby at all. Maybe you got pregnant by that hairball running around the chief. Be honest, did you get fucked by a lynx, Gnelsey?"
Gnelsey punched Shazram right in the face. He dropped his spear, one tooth missing. "You... No one dares touch me, woman."
The old man clenched his fist and to everyone's surprise, he struck her, knocking pregnant Gnelsey to the ground.
If Anarungu could forgive an attack on himself, he couldn't forgive an attack on his wife. The hunter standing before him was as good as dead. When the blade of Anarungu's knife scratched across Shazram's chest, the old hunter recoiled.
"I'll rip your heart out for this," said Anarungu. "Your kind is a disgrace to the tribe; you and your son are cowards and traitors. Tatar'Atu and Tila's children will now take your place. Follow your son and go to the worms."
But Anarungu missed his next attack. Shazram swiftly dodged, his spear dropped, and with a grin, he seized Anarungu's weak left arm. Anarungu had no time to fight back, and the blade of his own knife stabbed into his chest.
Right after that, without chief's command, Peacock leaped at the old hunter, sinking its teeth into his arm. No one dared intervene as something snapped. The lynx bit so fiercely that Shazram's arm bone broke, and Peacock tore the hand off.
Everyone froze in horror, staring at the animal. In its fangs, it held Shazram's bleeding hand--the very hand he had used to strike.
Stunned by pain and shock, Shazram hurried to escape. Meanwhile, the beast stayed by his chief, arm in mouth, with pride in its eyes.
"Good boy," Anarungu patted Peacock's head, when someone grabbed his leg.
"Anarungu!" cried one of the women assisting Gnelsey. "She fell on her stomach."
===
Gnelsey was carried into the hut. She did not scream, but rather squirmed in pain, holding her stomach.
"I'll kill him for this." Anarungu laid her on the bed, forgetting the ceremonial blade still stuck in his chest.
"He won't live long with a wound like that, chief," Jarkish said, who was helping to place Gnelsey on the bed.
Anarungu wanted to pull back to fetch her something for the pain, but her grip on his wrist was so tight, its claws digging into his wrist, that he barely held back a cry of pain.
"Stay... with me, Anarungu. Please... My nestling...AGHHH," she gasped through clenched teeth, gripping the bed with her other hand. A faint bruise from the fall marked her stomach.
"I'm here, Mama," Anarungu watched silently as the women offered her healing tinctures to dull the pain, but nothing was helping.
"It's dying, Anarungu. I can feel it... our baby," she said, her face twisted in pain. "What a fool I've been... I wanted it so badly, didn't I? I wanted it to die; I wanted our baby to die, Anarungu."
"She has a fever," an old man with a staff appeared in the hut. Anaravansan approached, holding a container of liquid. He examined his daughter's condition, then moved closer with determination.
"It's my fault," Tatar'Atu muttered sadly. Tila hugged him, burying her face in his strong chest.
"She will not die." Anaravansan sat down beside her, offering a container of liquid to her lips. Anarungu gripped the old man's hand.
"What are you doing? If it's poison..."
"Would I poison my own daughter?" The old man glared menacingly at his grandson. "Think, Chief."
"You may save your daughter, but your poison will be fatal to my child. That's what you want, isn't it? To end its life before it's even born?"
Anaravansan jerked his hand away. "I am a bad person, but I'm not a child killer, Chief." The old man looked pityingly at his daughter and poured the thick dark liquid into her mouth. Gnelsey coughed and then passed out. Her body relaxed.
"She needs rest," the old man said softly as he stood up. Anarungu placed his hand on his mother's forehead. Peacock slowly walked over and lay down beside her, resting its back against hers. "Gnelsey and her child will live, for now. Don't forget this night, Anarungu, when I saved your loved ones."
"I won't, Elder," Anarungu said, holding Gnelsey's hand. "I won't forget..."
No one said a word as everyone quickly left the chief's hut. Tatar'Atu guided Tila out, and Jarkish escorted the Elder to the door.
Night seemed endless, thoughts swirled in his head, the sound of water was a pleasant melody. Sometimes he heard splashes but paid them no mind.
He almost lost her, and almost lost their child. Anarungu traced his hand over her belly, feeling the warmth emanating from Gnelsey's body.
"Forgive me for not protecting you. I failed you, Mama. I am bad chief, and I'm bad husband." He bowed his head.
What was the point of it all if he lost her? What use was a chief's life if she wasn't beside him?
"Anarungu?" Gnelsey opened her eyes, feeling her hand in his grip. She yawned, feeling a weird taste in her mouth.
"Mama?" Anarungu lifted his head, awakening from half-sleep. "Are you feeling better? I was so worried. I thought I had lost both of you, you and our baby." He rested his head on her belly, and she stroked his hair.
"You're such a worrier," she managed a smile. "I'm feeling better."
Was she not taking this seriously?
She swallowed, her tone becoming serious. "When I hurt my leg a few days ago, I had thoughts of harming our baby. I wanted to fall on my belly and... and kill it. I'm so sorry, Anarungu."
She squeezed his hand even tighter than he squeezed hers.
"I didn't realize how foolish I was. I didn't understand how lucky we were to have a child together. Your seed is strong; this child is the hope of our tribe, the first child of the Blood Bird in many cycles. And I wanted to kill it."
"It's okay, Mama," he said, touching her cheek. He knew this already; he had told her many times, but she never wanted to hear it.
"We must protect our baby bird." She glanced down at his chest and was horrified. "Anarungu, you're bleeding!"
Indeed, he had completely forgotten about the wound on his chest left by the knife. "It's nothing, just a scratch."
Gnelsey got up, picked up a healing ointment, and lay back down, pulling him towards her. He rested on her chest as she carefully applied the ointment, wiping away the dried blood like the good mother she was
"How long have you been sitting here? Did you sleep at all?" The first rays of the sun appeared on the horizon.
"I was too worried about you to sleep. I love you, Mama." Anarungu felt her exquisite tenderness. The pleasant scent of herbs saturated his senses, and his eyes savored the sight of her nipple, where there was a drop of something white.
He furrowed his brow, watching the drop as Gnelsey set aside the ointment.
"Sleep, my nestling. Mama is fine. We're all fine," she massaged her stomach, her breast twitched, and a white drop rolled down the nipple. The white liquid reached the transition to dark skin and rolled across her entire breast, bypassing greenish veins, stretch marks, small scars, one of which remained from his nails. Finally, the drop rolled down and disappeared from his sight.
He was consumed by a burning thirst; his tongue licked his dry lips.
"Anarungu?" Gnelsey looked at him in surprise as he lifted his head. The chief moved closer to the nipple and suddenly took it into his mouth.
He started sucking and a white sweet liquid splashed into his mouth.
Milk.
"Ah... my nestling," Gnelsey moaned, feeling his lips on her nipple, his tongue and teeth. "Ohh... Anarungu... This milk... is for our child."
He disagreed. This milk was also for him. This milk was tastier than the sweetest nectar from the ripest fruits and berries.
So hot and so sweet.
Anarungu ran his hand along her belly, bumping into that very drop along the way and reaching her pubic hair. His teeth bit down on a nipple from the lust that overwhelmed him.
"Akgghhhhhhhh." Gnelsey's mouth opened in a light moan, she licked herself, her hand rubbing the back of his head and her other hand gently massaging the other wet nipple.
He pulled his hand even lower and slipped a finger into Gnelsey's birthhole. It was damp and felt so good inside. She was so hairy. He thouth about her pink hole and Anarungu's feather belt ripped because of his cock shooting out. He positioned himself between her legs.
"I love you. I've waited so long to enjoy your milk again, Mama."
He kissed and savored her body, drinking in her milk. He pressed the tip of his cock against mama's red lips as she spread her legs, but didn't enter.
His cock was still a bit covered by Tila's insides. Why was he so ashamed of it?
"We will restore the tribe's numbers with just the two of us, Mama." Anarungu looked into her brown eyes, placing his left hand on her face. "We don't need anyone else."
Her skin was so soft. The next second he penetretaed Gnelsey, hitting head-on with her.
"Akgghhhh...." Gnelsey clenched her teeth. "No, Anarungu. I want to confess to you..."
He didn't listen to her; he was overwhelmed with euphoria. Seeing milk stream down her chest felt like a stab in the heart. He was too incoherent to listen.
He started moving back and forth, his lips kissing her nipples, one, then the other, licking off the milk. His hips kissing her pelvis.
Then Anarungu licked Mama's neck and her cheeks.
"Anarungu... listen!" She placed her hands on his chest, feeling him invade his birthplace once again, fidgeting on the bed. The sound of slapping rang so loud in her ears.
She liked the dream she had just woken up from so much. She wished her real life could also be a dream she could wake up from one day.
"I don't want any more children! Please! I won't let you knock me up anymore." She finally said what she wanted.
Anarungu realized from her tone that it was important and froze. "You must obey me. I am your...Chief."
It was so hard to breathe, his lungs felt like they were underwater, and his face was flushed with tension all over his body and especially between his legs.
"No! I'm not going to obey you on this. This is my body. You're going to have to tie me up and hold me like a prisoner. Is that what you want? Is that how you want to treat your own mother?"
He looked at her, first one eye, then the other, trying to figure out if she was lying.
"We broke the curse. I have allowed you to satiate your sexual appetite while I am pregnant, but beyond that... You must choose another wife and I will raise our child."
"I don't want another woman, Mama! You want this, us, too, don't you! I remember how you looked at me back there when I impregnated Blue Lynx prisoner..."
"My emotions don't matter. What my body tells me also doesn't matter. And you already got Tila pregnant, didn't you?"
Anarungu frowned and half pulled his cock out.
"Ughhh... I'm not stupid. I've realized why you wanted Tila to be blindfolded. We can do the same thing with other women. You could have a baby with all the women in the tribe..."
For a second the thought of laying with every woman in the settlement seemed so tempting to him, and that mistake was read by Gnelsey.
"You're a man, you want it, I know you do." She smiled. "Restore Blood Bird tribe with our women..."
She didn't finish. Anarungu covered her mouth and grabbed her neck with his left hand, squeezing.
"Never. We will repopulate Blood Bird together, and I will be putting children in you until one of us dies," said Anarungu. "I want you to be an obedient Mama. I want you to feed me," he mooed through the sucking of her nipples.
"Akgghhhh, akgghhhh, Anarungu. You're hurting the baby!"
"No, I'm hurting you. " He slammed into her with a sharp slap, completely oblivious to the way Gnelsey's face contorted in pain. "Soon you will give birth of our first of many children... Ughhhh... Childbirth is painful, remember? So I want you to be ready."
His cock was finding its way into her so confidently after so many times. This cock only belonged in this pussy; the very one it came out of.
He jerked his legs, straddling the sheets of fabric, his hips moving with insane speed and fury. His blood was overflowing with desire. Her pussy lips turned from red to purple-pink.
"I'm making you mother again. You can't stop me; you can't make me have another...akgghhhh wife. Ever."
He couldn't hold back, everything inside him demanded to finally release his own milk. The sounds of flesh against flesh were now so violent and thunderous that they seemed to have been heard far beyond the hut.
He greedily sucked her milk like a hungry child while her hand rubbed the back of his neck.
"Aghhh...You will be such a strong nestling with my milk."
Her nipples gently shook in rhythm with her breasts and her whole body after each powerful thrust inside her pussy. Their thighs were damp with sweat and glistened in the light. His balls tensed like it was their first time, though he'd already lost count of how many times they'd spent together.
"Akgghhhh,akgghhhhhh, Anarungu," she nearly screamed at the top of her voice as his cock forced its way once again through the tight, tense pink-purple vaginal walls.
He broke away from her nipples and kissed Gnelsey with milk still in his mouth. Her surprised look, her head bobbing back and forth from the strokes of his hips, sank into his eyes, her eyebrows drawn together in incomprehension. Her tongue fearfully met the milk, but he soon guided his tongue through the streams of sweet maternal fluid.
Gnelsey made a sound as if she were drowning, milk spilling from the corners of her mouth past their kiss.
It was the most delicious kiss he had ever experienced, flavored with milk and Gnelsey's saliva.
He couldn't hold back any longer. Her belly and motherly womb beckoned to him, it drove him crazy, and it drove his cock crazy.
Anarungu breathed hard, the ache in his balls intensified and in an instant he entered as deep as he could without interrupting the milky kiss.
"Ughhhhhhhhhh, Mama..."
His cock exploded inside his mother's pussy. He felt the tip of the tip burst, his balls shook with such vigor that he moaned like an animal, still trying to hold back the milk in their kiss.
He lost control altogether. Thick white semen shot into her hot, wet with sweat and other fluids, womb, which was already filled with their child.
She swallowed her own milk mixed with Anarungu's saliva, and at the same time her hole absorbed his seed.
"Akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Mommy," he mumbled through the sweet milky kiss, tearing up the bed skin sheet. Milk continued to ooze from her breasts. He shot again and again, filling her pussy to the brim.
That was much better than Tila. Inarguably better.
He groaned again at the pain in his balls as a new hot stream splashed into her vagina. He pulled his cock out a bit, barely regaining consciousness. A white ejuice began to flow out from both sides around the base of his cock.
"Ohhhhhh, Anarungu." Gnelsey licked the milk off her dark lips, her hand massaging her breasts with the milk.
The best feeling in the world.
Her pussy leaked like a waterfall as he pulled his cock out fully, squeezing the remaining fluids into her.
He sat up, breathing hard and looking at the place where he had come from and where he just cum.
"I would have killed him anyway," said Anarungu with a smile.
Gnelsey tiredly wiped away the waterfall that poured from her purple and pain numbed labia. On her tongue, the salty taste of milk felt like seed, and the entire piece of cloth was soaked from his fluids.
"Would you kill who?" asked Gnelsey with rapid breathing.
"My father. I'd still kill my father." He looked at Gnelsey, sitting in front of him with her legs spread, full of his transluscent seed. "I avenged his murder, but I would have killed him myself anyway just to be with you, Mama."Tribal Hunt Pt. 05
Anarungu meets his first kid with his mother but Lynx attack.
Nightfall enveloped the Blood Bird tribe, casting long shadows across the land. Anarungu hasn't touched Gnelsey ever since that night. Her belly swelled considerably, and now her milk was causing discomfort and issues.
"Shazram's body was never found?" Anarungu asked, leaning back in his chair. He wrapped his arms around Gnelsey and gently kissed her enormous belly. She leaned back, sitting next to him, her belly jutting forward. Everything hurt and itched, and she kept wanting to defecate.
"Shazram vanished. I think the lynxes ate the remnants of his body," said Jarkish, standing before the Chief.
"Any signs of the Blue Lynx then?" asked An.
Peacock, now larger than before, exhaled through its nose while lying at Anarungu's feet. The animal was asleep, but its ears listened to everything happening around. Its tail rose, reaching up to Anarungu's shoulders.
"No. Tatar'Atu and I scoured the jungle one more time this morning. No signs of them."
Anarungu nodded. "I think they've finally retreated. You can return to your hut and your wife, Jarkish. Thank you."
The hunter bowed his head and headed back to the huts.
"I think it saddens him that he can't be a father." Anarungu squeezed Gnelsey's stomach. She was just as beautiful with his child inside her as he had imagined.
"You can always do the same thing you did with Tila. Remember how happy Tat was when he found out she was pregnant?"
"Never. You are my only love, Mama."
She kissed him gently on the lips; he tasted milk. "Thank you for not sleeping with me anymore and for not making me do anything for you."
"I'm afraid of causing harm to our child while mating. What do you think—will it be a girl or a boy?" Anarungu gently kissed his wife's dark skin over her swollen belly.
"I think it's a boy. But you know what?" She smiled softly and kissed him again. "That doesn't really matter, my nestling," she added, touching his cheek. "I will love this child just as much as I love you."
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"You know what I mean!" She nudged him playfully on the shoulder. "I'll love him or her in a right way."
Amidst the crackling of the firewood, Anarungu heard the faint cries and fluttering of a bird. A scarlet bird with wings shimmering dark purple in the moonlight flew gracefully above their tribe.
"Life is beautiful," Anarungu thought to himself, gazing at the night sky.
They returned to the cabin. Anarungu played with Peacock, tickling its belly. The pet easily stood on its legs towering over Anarungu.
"Look how big you've grown, little one."
Peacock licked chief's face with its rough tongue and bounded out of the hut. "Off to hunt," Anarungu chuckled.
Inside, Gnelsey was asleep, so Anarungu quietly stepped outside towards the nearby river. The warm air tousled his short, dreadlocked hair. Listening to the sound of the water, he gazed unwaveringly at the opposite bank.
There, amid a tangle of bushes and vines, something seemed to stir. In the faint moonlight, eyes briefly glimmered before disappearing, playing tricks in the shadows.
Anarungu stepped back.
"Anarungu!"
He turned towards the hut. Gnelsey stood at the entrance, gripping the doorframe with one hand, the other clutching her stomach. Water streamed down her legs, and her face twisted in pain.
"Child!" Gnelsey cried out.
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The dense jungle buzzed with wildlife. The air was humid and filled with the scent of blooming flowers and earthy jungle floor.
Inside the hut, the atmosphere was tense. Gnelsey lay on a bed of mats and furs, her face twisted in pain. Sweat beaded on her forehead, shining in the dim light.
The village women moved around her. Anarungu stood at the entrance. He clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling helpless.
It was the first time he saw childbirth this close. It was awful.
The midwife, an elderly woman with wise eyes, knelt beside Gnelsey.
"Breathe, Gnelsey. You are strong like the roots of the great tree," the midwife said, her hands gently on Gnelsey's swollen belly. "The spirits of our ancestors are with you."
Gnelsey nodded weakly, her breath coming in short, labored gasps. She gripped the edge of the mat, her knuckles white. Another contraction hit, and she cried out, her voice piercing the air.
Anarungu took a step forward, but the midwife raised a hand to stop him. "She is doing well, Chief. The baby will come soon."
He felt helpless, his powerful form reduced to a bundle of nerves and fear. He could hear every anguished moan, every pained gasp, and it tore at his soul.
"I must do something. She's in pain, can't you see?"
Someone else's hand took hold of his shoulder from behind.
"You can do nothing, Chief," said the Elder. "You placed a child in her, and now you must watch and wait for what our ancestors decide. Whether they will allow your child to be born."
Another scream from Gnelsey broke the silence.
Outside the hut, villagers had gathered, their faces lit with anticipation. They whispered among themselves, eyes on the hut.
Gnelsey lay on a bed of furs, sweat pouring down her face as she gripped the hands of the women on either side of her. Her eyes, usually so full of life, were now filled with pain. Each contraction seemed to wrack her body with a force that left her breathless.
"I'm so sorry for making you go through this pain, Mama," he whispered to himself.
Anarungu moved closer, feeling the overwhelming urge to be near his mother. He reached out, and one of the women stepped aside to let him take her place. He took Gnelsey's hand in his, squeezing it gently.
"I'm here, Mama."
Gnelsey's eyes met his, and for a moment, the pain seemed to lessen
With a final, determined push, she cried out, and the tent was filled with the first cries of their newborn child.
Anarungu saw the baby, so big and crying loudly. He took out his ceremonial knife and carefully cut the umbilical cord where the midwives indicated.
It was the same knife Gnelsey had attacked him with the first time he tried to impregnate her. Now, he was cutting the umbilical cord of their first child with this knife.
"The spirits have spared us. They have spared you, Anarungu," said the Elder through the baby's cries. He closed his aged eyes and lightly tapped his staff on the ground.
The midwife carefully wrapped the child and handed it to Gnelsey, who cradled the baby close, a tired but joyful smile on her face.
"We did it," Anarungu whispered, kissing her forehead. "You did it, Mama."
Gnelsey nodded, her eyes shining with tears. "We did it together."
Anarungu let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
The midwife came out of the hut, cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in furs. She held the baby high for all to see. "A son! The Chief has a son!"
Gnelsey lay exhausted but smiling, her eyes shining with tears, Anarungu knelt beside her, gently taking her hand.
"Thank you, Mama," he whispered. "You have given me the greatest gift. My son and sibling."
She smiled weakly, her eyes closing as she drifted into a well-deserved sleep. Anarungu looked down at his newborn son and brother.
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Gnelsey was still sleeping. The hut was filled with a pleasant smell and had a soothing atmosphere after the childbirth. Anarungu carefully took the baby in his arms. The boy was so big. He slept, occasionally moving his mouth or his large hands.
"I can't believe you became a father, An," Tatar'Atu was the only one left in the hut. He didn't even ask Anarungu for permission, nor did he need to. ""Remember the days when we were sitting around the campfire, the four of us—you, me, Scar, and Peacock—and we would talk about how we would become grown hunters, with families and children. And now it's just you and me."
"You and me, right." Anarungu let out a deep, sad sigh. "You will also become a father soon. Tila would be a great mother." Anarungu gently ran his hand through the child's sticky hair. "The Tribal Hunt was the best thing that happened to me." It was the first time he saw childbirth this close. It was awful. So much blood...
He looked at Tat, who was thoughtfully gazing at the child. "I never asked you why?"
"Why what?" Tatar'Atu asked, puzzled.
"Why did you let me win the Hunt? When I passed out, you treated my wound; you prepared the bodies for me. You let me win, even though you could have taken the bodies for yourself. Why didn't you become the chief?"
Tat smiled bittersweetly. "It was your destiny." He glanced at the sleeping Gnelsey. "Besides, I didn't want to ruin our friendship."
Anarungu didn't know what to say, but Tat didn't expect him to answer. Pressing his hand to his heart, he bowed his head and left, leaving Anarungu alone on this special night of triumph.
Anarungu gently wrapped the boy in swaddling clothes and stepped outside to the river. The faint moonlight illuminated his child.
The sounds of the flowing water were music to his ears, and the moonlight was the warmest sunbeam. Everything in life was finally right. Strangely, a light tear rolled down his cheek. He couldn't control it. Why was he crying? Was he sad?
No, he was truly happy.
"I will take care of you, my chick."
The moonlight hid behind the clouds. It was dark. Anarungu cautiously approached the water. It was empty around him, or so he thought.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps. People emerged from the shadows. They were tall brutes with spears, long knives like spears, and blue garments. They appeared like shadows out of thin air. One of them ended up behind him and placed one of those knives against his neck.
"Scream or call for help, and you die," the brute said.
Anarungu pressed the baby to his chest, his cheeks flushed with anger and fear.
"Blue Lynx." Anarungu looked around, assessing the threat level. Each of the Lynx hunters examined him from head to toe.
"My dear husband."
That voice. Khaleana emerged from behind the men. "Is this your boy? So strong," Khaleana said. She came very close, her eyes slightly glowing. She inspected the child that Anarungu was holding close to his chest. "Your mother gave birth to a strong boy, but I gave birth to our firstborn a little earlier, dear Anarungu. It's still hard to walk if you are interested. I remember our sweet night, and our son will be a wonderful hunter of the Blue Lynx..."
"I warned you to leave and never come back, Khaleana. Didn't your Chief understand that death awaits him here?"
Khaleana smiled, her whitish-yellow teeth shining in the darkness. The hunters began to smile with her, suppressing the sounds of laughter.
"Right now, you are on the brink of death, my husband. Sharp Fang doesn't care whether the berries worked or not. This is a war for the existence of two tribes, and only one will remain. Either Blue Lynx or Blood Bird."
She reached out and tried to take the bundle with the child. Anarungu resisted, but the cold blade at his neck cut into his skin, making it bleed. He let go.
"If you hurt him..." Anarungu said.
"I won't. He is a strong child, look at him. Just like his father, he will make an excellent hunter for the Blue Lynx, just like his little brother. Like my son," Khaleana gently stroked the child's cheeks. "I want you to come with us, Anarungu. Leave this tribe of weaklings, this tribe of fools and traitors. Look at what they've done to you, dear," the woman shifted her gaze to his maimed hand. "You belong with us, not here. You are brave, you are stong, you are clever. We need you."
Anarungu clenched his left fist, a knife hidden under his belt.
"And what? Trade my mother for you? I love only one woman, and I'm sorry to say, it's not you. Actually, I'm not sorry for that."
Khaleana's lower lip curled in anger as if his words truly hurt her.
"Blood Bird. A tribe where a mother sleeps with a son. Interesting." Khaleana stepped back and approached the water's edge. "All these hunters are here with one goal. If you remember, according to our customs, the wife of a slain hunter becomes his wife. All these hunters are here to try their luck and take me as their wife. Do you really want to give them a reason?"
Blood trickled from Anarungu's neck.
"I have no weapon to resist, and I can't fight. It's hard to speak with a blade at your throat."
Khaleana stroked the boy's head, and then nodded to the hunter standing over Anarungu. The brute moved the blade away.
"Scream, and you die," the brute repeated.
"Make a decision, Anarungu. Please, make the right one," said Khaleana, rocking a boy in her arms. The hunters watched in anticipation.
Anarungu looked at everyone and then raised his head to the moon. His lips formed a barely noticeable tunnel, and he started to hum a tune through a whistle.
The hunter standing behind him didn't understand how to act. Anarungu didn't shout, so he didn't break the established rules. He didn't scream.
Khaleana and the other hunters also didn't understand what was happening.
Anarungu increased the intensity of his whistle just as Khaleana was about to scream. "Shut up!"
The hunter standing behind Anarungu struck him in the stomach. The chief doubled over in pain, collapsing to the ground. "Aghh."
"Fool. What are you doing?"
Anarungu gasped for air and finally caught his breath.
"You're right... you're right that I don't have a weapon and my hand can no longer bring death to my enemies. I am unarmed and weak."
A dark, enormous shadow slid behind the hunters from the direction of the chief's hut.
"But I have something better."
Peacock made a roar and tore apart a few hunters closest to the hut. His huge, deadly claws ripped through bones and tendons.
Anarungu turned away, not wanting to watch the feast of blood and flesh. He only heard the groans and screams, the animal's gnashing teeth, and the futile thuds of spears hitting the air.
When a lynx strikes first, you don't stand a chance.
Khaleana rushed into the water with a child in her arms. Anarungu, passing by several hunters, followed her. She grabbed a vine lying on the ground with one hand, the other end of which was attached to a tree on the opposite shore.
Anarungu arrived too late, just as she stepped into the water. To his great surprise, Khaleana seemed to be walking through shallow water, carefully looking where to place her next step, holding onto a vine to keep the current from sweeping her away.
"They've thrown stones into the water and made themselves a path," Anarungu thought and shouted.
"Give me back my son!"
He followed her, but didn't know where to go. The current washed him back without the help of a vine. He only saw her back, a little boy peeking over her shoulder, astonished at his father following them.
Further on, Anarungu stepped too deep, and he was swept away. He saw nothing more. The water dragged him over rocks and a sharp stony bottom. He couldn't stop, couldn't surface to breathe.
He saw images. It was an image of his mother. His lungs filled with water. Is this what death looks like?
He was nearly losing consciousness when something gripped his hands. Something strong and sharp. It pulled him out and tossed him onto the shore.
Anarungu coughed, vomiting water. Wet, in blood and water, Peacock licked his face, ears, nose, and head. He wiped his head, making sure his master was alive.
"You saved me, little one," Anarungu said, breathing heavily.
Chapter 13: Blue Lynx Tribe
People peeked out from behind the huts, fear in their eyes, while the braver ones stepped out with weapons and spears, ready to see what was going on. Anarungu, drenched, battered, and exhausted, limped through the settlement, bleeding and leaning heavily on one leg.
Wet Peacock walked beside him.
The chief slowly climbed the steps leading to one of the huts. Peacock stayed to guard the entrance, licking off the blood and bits of flesh.
Jarkish was sleeping with his wife. The hut was adorned with various tools, animal skins, spears, and weapons. The old hunter opened his eyes—Anarungu stood directly over him in the darkness, water dripping from him.
"Chief?" Jarkish raised an eyebrow in surprise, shielding his wife.
"I need a new weapon." Water dripped from Anarungu's body. "I want to crush enemies with my right hand." He raised his mutilated right hand. "I will kill her..."
"Anarungu? What happened?" Tatar'Atu stood in the doorway, sleepy and tired. Peacock still sat a little further away at the exit. The Elder stood there, glancing toward the hut, but not daring to pass by the animal. People were gathering behind him.
"The Blue Lynx attacked us. They bypassed our traps in the forests by crossing the river. Call everyone." Anarungu stepped back and, barely whispering, whether from cold, anger, or regret, murmured, "They took him..."
"Who?"
"My son." Anarungu touched the back of his head. Why wouldn't it stop feeling wet? He brought his hand to his eyes. It was blood, not water. His legs buckled, and the chief nearly collapsed, but Jarkish managed to catch him. "I'm fine."
Anarungu limped toward the exit, and Tat let his friend pass—almost the entire tribe gathered outside.
"We heard the screams. We heard the sounds of battle and the thunder of a fight." Elder took a barely noticeable step forward, the crowd standing behind him.
Peacock lashed its tail, licking its lips, its cat eyes fixed on the old man.
"The Blue Lynx attacked us," said Anarungu. As expected, the crowd erupted in a shocked outcry. Tat instantly rushed to his pregnant wife as Tila looked extremely frightened.
Amid the fearful cries, Peacock, agitated by the battle and the taste of flesh, mistook the situation as a new threat and reared up, baring its teeth. The crowd retreated in terror.
"Peacock! Stop!" Anarungu stood in front of him. For a moment, Peacock seemed poised to strike him down, but when its fierce, cat eyes met those of Anarungu, its human father, it hesitated and then calmed.
Anarungu let out a relieved breath.
"Will the Blood Bird tribe ever find peace under our new leader? Under Chief Anarungu?" the Elder taunted, seizing the moment to mock his grandson. "Chief Anarungu said the Blue Lynx would never attack. Chief Anarungu said the matter with the Blue Lynx was settled!"
"Show respect to our leader!" said Tat, but the Elder, encouraged by the crowd, paid no heed.
"Yet the Chief seems to have been mistaken. Chief Anarungu said that the beast poses no threat, but we have seen what this creature is capable of. Sooner or later, the wild beast you are trying to tame will break free and feast on us."
Anarungu spun around. He just wanted so much to hit the old man, but hesitated. He noticed fear in people's eyes as they stepped back.
"Violence won't win back your tribe's trust," the old man said, leaning closer to Anarungu's clenched fist.
"Shutting you up would be just enough. You. It's your fault. You took my right hand! Because of you, my son was kidnapped."
"They kidnapped the boy?" Tila peeked out from behind Tatar'Atu's shoulder. "How could they do that?"
"They're monsters. Monsters that tried to hurt me."
"That's right." The Elder said. "They wanted to hurt YOU. The Blue Lynx didn't attack our tribe. It attacked you. We're not sending our men to fight them. Our numbers are already small. If they really attack, we'll act then."
The tribe members reluctantly agreed with the Elder.
"I wonder what your daughter will say about it. They stole our son!" Anarungu scanned the crowd. "I am your Chief! I say we march and crush the Blue Lynx."
"She'll understand. We are too few, Chief. As the Elder, I also have a say, and I say no. The tribe stands with me."
"Tribe of fools and traitors," Anarungu muttered, recalling Khaleana's words. "She was right."
"If Anaragwan were alive, Anarungu, he would have gone alone to find you without hesitation. But here you are, trying to drag us into your war."
"Drag you into my war?" Anarungu drew a dagger. "I'll cut out your tongue for that, you... old... pathetic...snake." But his legs gave out. He lost too much blood and collapsed, slowly losing consciousness.
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He woke up in the chief's hut. It was morning. His head was bandaged, and Peacock slept quietly beside him. Gnelsey was still resting, recovering from childbirth. His head pounded with pain.
"How do you feel, Chief?" Jarkish stood by the window, holding a strange stone blade wrapped in ropes and leather pieces.
"Feeling better."
"The Elder gave you one of his dark healing elixirs."Jarkish took the chief's right hand and pushed it into what Anarungu mistook for a piece of leather. "I made a weapon as you asked."
It was a glove that fit his hand up to his forearm. Everything was secured with a couple of ropes that tightly bound the glove to his hand. Just below the wrist, the blade was attached, moving parallel to Anarungu's thumb.
"I've had an idea for a weapon for a long time. By using your thumb, you can tighten the rope, and it will be easy to strike."
Anarungu swung the glove, cutting through the air. He couldn't hold back a bitter smile. "Thank you, Jarkish."
"We will find your son," the old hunter said, placing his hand on his shoulder, and then left.
Anarungu petted Peacock and sat down beside his mother. She looked stunning; Gnelsey was asleep and didn't even know their son was missing. Her nostrils dilated, taking in air. Hard dark nipples peeked out from behind the light sheet. He already missed the sight of her full, rounded belly.
No physical pain could match the anguish of knowing he had to tell Gnelsey their son had been kidnapped. They hadn't even given him a name yet. Anarungu didn't know if the boy was still alive.
"How will I tell her?"
"Anaragwan?" Gnelsey's voice broke the silence as she opened her eyes, drenched in sweat, the light sheet clinging to her body.
Anarungu gathered every bit of strength he had left and whispered, gripping her hand tightly. "They took our son."
Gnelsey looked through Anarungu and sank back into her half-sleep. "Anarungu was taken? No, he is here, Anarungu has grown so much. Ughh... I wish you could see him. He... is perfect. Our big boy. My baby boy."
"No, Mama. It's me, Anarungu."
"Anarungu is... my...son," Gnelsey mumbled.
"She needs rest and can't hear you right now. Gnelsey is still recovering from childbirth, which takes a lot out of her." The Elder folded his curled fingers around a staff. "Childbirth is an exhausting process that drains both the body and mind. When you were born, she was so worn out that she slept for days to regain her strength. That experience broke her. She was so terrified of what might happen that she never wanted to have another child, fearing the next time might be her last. She agreed to have your baby, and look what happened. You lost him. What kind of chief lets this happen? Allowing the enemy to kidnap his own son."
Peacock noted the growing anger on Anarungu's face and bared its teeth, moving closer to the old man. But the old man paid no attention to the beast.
"Maybe there is hatred towards you within me, Anarungu, that's true. You were never supposed to mate with my daughter, but I am loyal to the Tribe. I pity this poor child's soul as well. He was not only yours, but also my daughter's."
"Not 'was'. He is your daughter's. Our son is alive."
"We don't know that." Elder decided to leave, but before that, he gently stroked Gnelsey's hair as a farewell.
Gnelsey slept, breathing softly through her mouth. Anarungu clenched his left fist and ripped off his blindfold.
"You brought our first son into the world, Mama. You did everything you could, but I failed. I couldn't protect him. Our boy." He leaned down and kissed her cold motherly sweet lips, wet with sweat and saliva. Even though her lips didn't respond, the sensation of the kiss was still wonderful. He covered his eyes, savoring the moment of carefree joy, the moment of kissing his sleeping mother.
"Hurts." Gnelsey whispered, rubbing her chest. Anarungu gently moved the blanket, noticing her big boobs. Her breasts were tense and filled with milk, nipples hard and swollen. Small droplets were slightly trickling from the nipples. There was no one to drink the milk.
Anarungu took one of the nipples into his mouth and Gnelsey gasped through her slumber. An insanely warm-sweet liquid squirted into his mouth. There was so much of it that it almost went up his nose.
"Mmmm... Yes..." Through her sleep, Gnelsey caressed his head. Anarungu kept moving his lips and teeth, with one hand he squeezed her swollen boob, letting new streams of milk pour into his mouth. It felt marvelous.
He pulled his head away, white liquid trickling from the corners of his mouth and lips. His eyes reddened with searing pleasure. He instantly reached for the second nipple to empty the other breast. His headache vanished all at once, the taste of her milk and nipples acting as a cure-all.
Her milk was so so good, his teeth greedily nibbling the nipple bumps and his tongue licking the tart bit of rough skin around her nipple where it transitioned into dark skin. The back of his head throbbed in excited convulsions.
Filling his mouth with milk he pulled back from the nipple and kissed Gnelsey again. She accepted the kiss, engulfing her own milk. "Ana..." He couldn't hear what name she was trying to speak through her slumber. His or his father's? Whatever.
The blending of flavors - milk, skin, and Gnelsey's saliva created an incredible paradise for his taste receptors. But Anarungu hurriedly pulled himself together when the milk in their mouths ran out. He swallowed the remnants and covered it up. Her breasts no longer ached. Gnelsey licked the corners of her mouth faintly in her half-smile.
"If Anaragwan were alive, he would have gone alone to find you without hesitation." He remembered the Elder's words. "The old man is trying to get rid of me. He wants me to go off on my own and die trying to save my son, but wasn't he right? Wouldn't Anaragwan have gone looking for me right away?"
Blue Lynx hunters' clothes lay near his hut. The blood from the dead stained the ground and grass, flowing into the river and turning it pinkish-red.
Anarungu stepped outside, draping a piece of blue fabric from the enemy tribe over himself. Peacock watched in awe.
"I will bring back our son before you wake, Mama," Anarungu whispered softly. "Let's go, Peacock. It's time to do something reckless." He made a whistle.
"Since childhood, you taught me to kill and hunt the Blue Lynx, father. It's time to put those skills to use. For Mama."
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Anarungu left the tribe behind and traveled during the day, looking for Khaleana's tracks. She was in a hurry and made mistakes, so her tracks were easy to follow. He had never gone so far from the settlement before. The jungle became thicker and more tangled, with sharp thorns, vines, and trees that were black and grayish-yellow.
"It's dark, we need to rest." Anarungu sat by the water, sharpening the blade of his new weapon with a knife. Legs ached from the long journey. "Hunting people is not the same as hunting animals."
Peacock jumped into the water, trying to catch the fish splashing around with its claws. It splashed all over the place, left and right.
"Hey! Peacock! You got me all wet. Stop it."
At the mention of its name, the animal lunged at Anarungu, knocking him down and pinning him to the ground, licking his face with its huge, rough tongue.
"Alright, alright, that's enough. Peacock." Anarungu barely managed to push the animal off. He hugged it. "You've always been my first kid."
Peacock's ears perked up. An arrow flew through the air, but with a quick swipe, the lynx knocked it away from Anarungu.
Anarungu prepared for a fight, but Peacock didn't give him a chance and dashed into the bushes. Screams followed, and the animal dragged out a man—a member of the Lynx tribe.
"Don't eat him!" Anarungu whistled. Peacock released the hunter's arm from its jaws. The hunter was young, staring in terror at the massive beast. Anarungu brought his glove to the young man's chest.
"A woman. Did she pass through here? With a child?"
Black curls fell over the frightened boy's face. "S-s-sister..."
"Sister?" Anarungu repeated in surprise. "Your sister?"
"Chief's sister. Khaleana," the boy mumbled. Peacock behind Anarungu went back to playing with the water and fish.
"Khaleana is the chief's sister? Interesting," Anarungu pondered. "I want to speak with your chief. Where is your camp?"
"I... I can't say. I have to guard the camp, I can't..."
Anarungu struck the blade against boy's leg. "Speak!"
"Ughhh. There, there... By the hills. Our camp is by the hills," the boy grasped at his wound.
"Your chief's sister stole something from me. She stole a part of me—and your tribe will pay for this. A reckoning awaits you all."
Anarungu whistled, pointing at the hunter. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The cries fell silent after a brief struggle. The man didn't stand a chance. Peacock snapped the hunter's neck.
Anarungu watched with surprising coldness as the beast dealt with the body. Peacock had a taste for human flesh.
"Wait, Peacock. I need this guy's scalp."
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The boy was right. The tribe and settlement were vast, spread out at the foot of a large hill. Strange huts were scattered all along the hillside, with the largest one perched at the very top. Sentinels were posted everywhere, but no one knew that Anarungu could move through the trees as skillfully as he did on the ground.
"I'll be back very soon, Peacock." Anarungu adjusted the scalp with new hair on his head and hid the glove. Peacock looked at him with round pitty eyes. "I can't take you with me. Stay here; I'll return with my son, and we'll head back to the settlement. Alright? Everything will be okay. I go and I return in a blink. Right?"
Peacock clearly didn't understand the concept of a blink. Anarungu petted the lynx one more time and climbed up the tree. The animal cried but did not follow its master.
"See you soon, Peacock." Anarungu then carefully avoided a few hunters and reached a spot with a clear view of the enemy camp. He watched and waited.
"Where are you, Khaleana?" Anarungu scanned the bustling village, teeming with people, hunters, women, and children. He thought bitterly, "I haven't seen so many children in one place for ages." Despite his search, Khaleana was nowhere to be found.
Anarungu had plenty of time to think. As he swung one leg off the tree, for some reason he remembered his childhood, especially the frequent arguments between his parents.
"I don't want any more children!" Gnelsey had shouted. "Isn't Anarungu enough for you? I nearly died bringing your seed to life. I don't want another son or a daughter." She had angrily placed her hands on her hips.
Anaragwan had been sharpening his spear by the entrance, unfazed. "You're just like all the other women—like Tila, Bulra, and Fingarla. Your body was made for bearing children. Your hips could birth an entire army, Gnelsey. You are so f..."
"I'm a woman, Anaragwan! Not an army bearer. No man will ever put another child in me!" Gnelsey squeezed one of her breasts, pinching the tight young girlish flesh.
Anaragwan ignored her. "One day you'll change your mind. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but eventually, you'll want another child. You'll give birth and Anarungu will have either a brother or sister."
"Dad was right." Anarungu snapped back to the present, nearly falling from the tree. "Did I fall asleep? Sleeping in a tree isn't the best idea." He rubbed his eyes and refocused. "I need to find my son."
As evening settled in and Anarungu was about to give up, he spotted a familiar figure moving through the trees and crowd. Khaleana hurried into one of the huts, adorned with bones. It was not far from the large hut on the hill.
Anarungu entered the village, descending through the trees. Most of the men, though not all, were a head taller than him. What could old hunters of the Red Bird offer against them? One of the hunters, wearing a cloak made from Lynx fur, snorted as he passed by Anarungu. He reached the hut he needed and entered.
At first, he thought the hut was empty. Then he noticed a boy, around 9 years old, playing with a wooden lynx. The boy had a small tuft of dark hair and didn't notice him. The hut was spacious, and Anarungu could hear the sounds of smacking and cooing. As he moved around a corner, he saw Khaleana, who was breastfeeding a newborn.
Anarungu drew a knife from his belt and silently moved behind the boy, pressing the blade against his neck.
"Mama?" the boy said in terror, feeling the cold edge of the knife.
"I'm busy, Kalhan. Your brother wants to eat." She lifted her head, and her eyes met Anarungu's cold gaze. Her breasts were in full view; one dark nipple peeking out from behind the cape, the other was in the child's mouth. For the first time, her face showed not a daring smirk, but real fear.
"Anarungu. Please don't," she whispered, not moving.
"You should have thought about that before you took my son. Where is he?"
The fear on her face was replaced... once again by a smirk. A playful smirk.
"Here he is. In my arms. Your son is hungry, my dear."
Anarungu examined the child in Khaleana's arms. He looked different, smaller.
"Don't you recognize your son? Our son, whom you put inside me."
"Mama, I'm scared." Kalhan dropped his toy and tried not to cry.
"Don't be afraid. This man won't hurt you. He can't harm a child." Khaleana stood up, gently rocking her little son in her arms. "Do you think I should let Kalhan in between my legs like Gnelsey let you in? Would he make a fine husband? Sometimes I notice how he looks at my breasts. Like a man. And he is almost a man. His seed must be very strong. I'd give birth to so many of Kahlan's powerful kids. I want to know what Gnelsey felt. What it's like? To be impregnated by own son."
"Mama?" Kahlan could hardly believe what his mother was saying.
"I don't care. Do whatever you want, but return my son or I'll kill him. And then..." Anarungu glanced at the baby sucking milk. "I'll kill this one. And you will watch."
"You aren't as cruel as you try to appear." She tossed a few berries into her mouth. Tribe Devouers. "All of this could have been avoided if you had only agreed to my offer. Our tribes cannot coexist, and the berries that were brought to you by... what was his name? The gloomy, ugly, always angry one, who was in love with your mother. Naragasa, that's right. Those berries were a mercy from our chief Gharcha Sharp Fang."
"We don't need your mercy. You came to us, killed our men, fathers, and sons..."
"We?" Khaleana was genuinely surprised as she approached closer. "And how many sons and fathers have you killed, Anarungu? I know who owns the scalp you wear on your head. Did you feed poor boy to your woolly beast? He didn't deserve that. You murdered him. You are a cruel tribe."
"You sent us a Messenger. He threatened us..."
"We could have sent all our hunters right away. The Messenger was unarmed; he was just a messenger, but you killed him. After that, we only acted in response. Cruelty for cruelty."
"Are you trying to make us guilty for what's happening? Why do you want to wipe out the Red Bird?"
"Let my brother explain. Gharcha talks endlessly about that dead skeleton in his hut. Please, let my son go. You've already killed his father; show some mercy."
The boy flinched. Looks like he didn't know that the man holding the blade to his neck was responsible for his father's death.
"Son for a son," said Anarungu. "You still didn't answer where is my true son."
"Your words hurt me." Khaleana removed the baby from her breast and placed it in the crib. Milk dripped from her chest, her breasts were wet with milk, and her dark soft skin was covered in droplets. Anarungu looked away.
"You know, at first I hated you for slaying my beloved Gharn. But then I grew to like you, for real. You're so young, so handsome, and so much like us. And I'm glad we have a child together."
"Enough. Where's my son?" He tried not to look at her breasts.
"Look. Here." She rubbed her tender nipples, releasing some more milk. She was distracting him. Obviously. But from what?
A giant figure towered over Anarungu. As the man behind tried to strike, Anarungu's hand jerked, and the blade at the innocent boy's neck sliced through his skin.
Another blow struck Anarungu, and everything went dark. The last thing he saw was Khaleana screaming and blood—lots of blood.
Chapter 14: Chief Gharcha Sharp Fang
Anarungu opened his eyes. The hut was warm, and he noticed a figure sitting across from him. It was a skeleton, the remains of a person. It wore strange white things, solid and shimmering like water in the light. A cloak draped over the shoulders, made of a material Anarungu had never seen before. In the skeleton's hand, a dagger was locked in a death grip. The skeleton's hand clutched a huge dagger, its blade as long as an arm. The dagger was white and smooth, resembling water but incredibly straight and razor-sharp. What kind of white stone was it made from? The base of the blade splits in two directions.
It was treated as a sacred totem.
A giant man walked into the hut. Anarungu, who was tied up and sitting, had never seen anyone so large. The man was taller and broader than even Peacock. He wore a plain blue cloak that hid his huge muscles. What caught Anarungu's eye was the mask he wore. Unlike regular masks made from leather, vines, and wood, this mask was white and shimmered with colors like water. It had two slits for eyes and a lot of tiny round holes for the mouth and nose.
Anarungu had never seen anything like it. Chief Sharp Fang, without looking at Anarungu, walked over to the totemic corpse. He removed his mask and placed it upright on the skeleton's head, and it fit perfectly.
"God! Spirit!" the chief said, his bald head and black beard visible.
"What happened to the boy? Did I kill him?" Anarungu asked.
Gharcha approached Anarungu. "Kahlanis alive. For now." The chief's dark eyes were full of life. He quickly pulled a huge white dagger from the corpse's glove. "Sharp. Still."
"What is this... Who is this?" Anarungu asked, staring at the strange corpse.
"Did I not say? God. Spirit. Are you surprised? I was no less surprised when he came to us many summers and winters ago. His skin was as white as milk. His hair was as yellow as the sun itself. He was wounded, showing us something. Pointing to the earth, to the jungles, to the sky before he took his last breath and went to the spirits of the sky. A stranger. These gifts he left us."
He brought the blade to Anarungu's hand and barely touched it, cutting the skin. Anarungu had never felt anything like it—the blade was freezing and extremely sharp.
"Still sharp. Incredible," Gharcha said. The sword looked tiny in his large hands, but he knew how to use it. "I've thought a lot about why he came here. Anarungu, I want to tell you. Like one chief to another."
Gharcha returned the blade to the corpse's glove and approached his resting place. It was only then that Anarungu noticed the bundle there.
"My son!"
Gharcha picked up Anarungu and Gnelsey's son carefully. "I could crush his head like a berry, but I don't want to. I usually do that with weak newborns. It gets messy with blood and sticky fingers. Your son is strong, and I don't want to kill him—or you. Not yet. So, be quiet and listen."
Anarungu's eyes filled with anger, but he fell silent. As instructed.
"I had a dream soon after the death of the White Stranger." He sat in front of Anarungu."It was a dream about the Red Bird and the Blue Lynx. About their friendship. The Lynx and the Bird were the most respected creatures in the land. The Lynx roamed the forests. The Bird, with its sharp red beak and wings, ruled the skies, singing songs.
They often met at the edge of the forest, sharing stories of their adventures. They would talk. You see, the Lynx would describe the thrill of the hunt, and the Bird would speak of the wonders seen from high above. Many times, the Lynx helped the Bird find food, searching for insects and other pests.
But one harsh winter, food became scarce. The deep snows made hunting difficult for the Lynx, and the Bird struggled to find seeds and insects buried under the ice. In desperation, the Lynx ventured closer to the Bird's nests. In its nest, where many little chicks grew, there was plenty of food, but not the kind Lynx needed. And do you know what Lynx asked Bird for?"
Anarungu shifted his gaze to his son in the chief's enormous hands. "He asked to eat one of his chicks."
"Yes, he asked." Gharcha smiled, pleased that his listener grasped the direction of the story. His teeth flashed, each one resembling a spearhead. "He asked for just one nestling. Bird had so many, and he could make another hundred like them. But no. Red Bird refused! It refused to help its friend, the Lynx!"
Anarungu felt that the rage that had surged from Gharcha would cause the giant to break his son's head.
"This is just a dream... This is just a dream!"
"No, it was all real! The bird betrayed the Lynx, and the Lynx died, but his children survived, holding onto that betrayal. That's why the White Stranger came to us—to end this long-standing feud. The Bird rules the sky, and the Lynx rules the ground, but only one can rule everything. Either the Lynx or the Bird. I wanted the Bird to leave without pain, so I offered you the berries, but you refused."
"It's just a dream," Anarungu said hopelessly, tugging at his bound hands. "Do you know who's really to blame here? In your dream? The Lynx didn't prepare for the cold. He was weak and foolish, so he deserved to die. If the Bird had given him the nestling, he would have just wanted more. Eventually, the Lynx would have eaten everyone, including the Bird. That's the truth."
"No!" Gharcha shouted. His eyes were filled with mad fury. He stood up, almost crushing the child in his arms.
"You are not a Lynx, and I am not a Bird. Leave my son alone, Sharp Fang."
Gharcha angrily clenched his jaw and furrowed his thick brows as the child began to cry. The boy in the bundle started to wail.
"KHALEANA!" the chief shouted. "He needs milk. Feed the chick milk."
Khaleana came in quickly, her eyes red from crying. "Yes, chief." But before she could get close, she hit Anarungu hard in the face. "This is for my son... You... you..."
"KHALEANA!" roared the chief. "Take. This." He handed her a bundle as if it were a mere object. Anarungu, recovering from the stunning blow, kept his eyes fixed on his son.
"If it were up to me, I would twist the head off this... creature." She looked at Gnelsey's son and, turning away, took him in her arms. Facing Anarungu, she bared her breast and placed the nipple in the baby's mouth.
"And what now? Will you kill me?" Anarungu asked.
"Yes," said Khaleana.
"No," said Gharcha. "You are the chief of the Red Bird. I like that the chief and his son are my prisoners. Two sons at once."
Khaleana shot a harsh look at her brother. "Angans is not your prisoner. He's our son with Anarungu."
"He's a bastard," Gharcha sneered." An ugly combination of two tribes. Your youngest son has no place here or there. He is weak. Perhaps it was long overdue to kill him, like the other weak ones."
"Then I would kill you!"
Gharcha slapped her, but not too hard. A full-force hit could have been deadly. "You are speaking to your Chief. You deserve to have your tongue cut out for such disrespect. Don't forget, you are in the presence of the White Stranger. I'll let it go this time, but only because you're my sister."
Gharcha stormed out of the hut, leaving Anarungu and Khaleana alone. She fought back tears, her cheek flushed and marked from the slap, but kept feeding Anarungu's son.
"Forgive me for what happened to Kahlan. I didn't mean to hurt him."
"Stop apologizing," Khaleana wiped her tears. "I want to hate you, but you make it so hard. You should have killed me in the forest with my husband. I want you to cherish me as your wife..."
"I already have a wife. My mother."
"Maybe I should kill her then? According to the Blue Lynx laws. If you kill your husband, you become the new one. If I kill the wife, I become the new wife."
"It's not how it works. Khaleana, help me escape. Your brother is dangerous. He'll kill my son. I need to save him and get back to the Blood Bird."
"You only care about one son? Only her son? Gnelsey?" She looked at the baby. He was bigger than her son Angas and looked so much like Anarungu, even at such a young age.
"I care about our son, but his is not one of the Blood Bird."
"Then who is he? Where does my son belong?" She approached and kissed Anarungu. Their lips met for a fleeting instant, soft and warm. "Wouldn't it be fun if I suck you here and now, in front of the White Stranger while breastfeeding your son?"
She gripped his member through his waistband with the other hand.
"Are you soft because you fear the White Stranger, or is it because I'm not your mother? I'm guessing it's the latter."
"Khaleana..."
"I know you'll never look at me the way you look at Gnelsey, but I will do everything I can to protect our sons and you, my dear husband."
He wanted to thank her, but just then, a man walked into the hut. It wasn't Gharcha. It was Shazram. The old hunter was wearing blue garments and on a disfigured hand had Anarungu's glove.
"You. Traitor," Anarungu said.
"I like your thing." Shazram showed him the glove and then turned to Khaleana."Gharcha sent me to take him away."
Khaleana moved aside, and Anarungu stepped forward without hesitation. He glanced one last time at his son, nestled safely in her arms, and then at the skeleton. White Stranger.
"What are you?"
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He spent an entire day and night trapped in a cold, damp cave high in the hills, his hands tightly bound to a rough, jagged rock. Time dragged on as the hours blended together—a long day, followed by a restless night, and then another morning, colder and harsher than before. This wasn't how he had envisioned rescuing his son.
Dark clouds gathered overhead, and soon the sky opened up, unleashing a heavy downpour. The cave allowed rain to seep through its cracks, and cold droplets splashed onto Anarungu's skin. He shivered, his body wracked with cold, his clothes soaked through as the freezing rain continued to fall.
"I failed, Mama."
He thought about Peacock, who was left alone in the jungle, he thought about Gnelsey, who needed him after the difficult childbirth, he thought about his son, who was captured by the Blue Lynx. Had he let everyone down? Absolutely everyone.
His teeth and lips trembled from the unbearable cold. There was nowhere to hide from the rain. He longed to be back in Gnelsey's embrace, to be inside her again, in the warmest place in the world.
"Mother." He looked at the woman standing in front of him. In her hands was a bundle with a child.
"He's beautiful, darling," Gnelsey said with a warm smile, her eyes shining as she looked at their son. "He's big and strong. Your seed is so potent; he's perfect. Anarungu!?"
"Anarungu!?" Khaleana touched his shoulder. She wore a small hood on her head and held a child in the hands. Anarungu rubbed his eyes.
"You must hurry." She drew Anarungu's knife and quickly cut through his bindings, then handed the kid over to Anarungu. "My brother will try to destroy your tribe. Please, be careful," she whispered.
"You're h-helping me escape?" He was still barely conscious.
"Have you frozen your head? Yes, I'm helping you escape!" Khaleana, taller than him, pulled him to his feet. "You must run as fast as you can; the guards aren't here yet, but as soon as they check and see you're gone, they'll come after you. Take care of your son. Go!"
"T-thank you." Anarungu took the tightly wrapped bundle and slipped into the forest.
"I have to find Peacock," he muttered.
His muscles were stiff from the cold, and the rain kept pouring with no sign of stopping. He had to keep moving for Gnelsey's sake. He heard shouts and cries behind him, but he didn't stop until he reached the tree where he had left Peacock.
"Peacock?" He whistled, the sound echoing through the woods. Anarungu whistled again and again, but Peacock didn't appear. The silence was deafening "Where are you? Peacock?"
He whistled and whistled. Nothing.
"It's not the time for games, Peacock. Come back to me!"
He called out desperately, but Peacock still didn't appear. His heart sank. He looked at the bundle.
"Don't make me do this. Don't make me leave you, Peacock. Peacock!"
The sounds of the approaching chase grew clearer; the hunters of the Blue Lynx were getting closer and closer. Time was running out.
"No, no... Forgive me, Peacock," he whispered.
Voices sounded behind him, forcing him to push deeper into the forest. He ran, heedless of the dark trees closing in around him. It felt like he had been running forever. Even though it was morning, it was still dark and the rain kept pouring.
"We're almost home. We're almost—" Anarungu stopped to catch his breath when one of the Blood Bird patrols caught up with him.
"Shoot him! It's one of them!" shouted a hunter.
Anarungu dodged an arrow. The hunter didn't have time to release a second one. One of the hunters snatched the bow from his hands. "This isn't a Blue Lynx hunter. This is Anarungu!"
It was Tatar'Atu, covered in a thick layer of fur and clothing.
"Prepare the arrows," Tat quietly ordered and helped the trembling Anarungu to stand. The Blue Lynx hunters who jumped out from behind the bushes were met with a swarm of arrows.
"Were they following you?" Tat threw a cloak over his shoulders. "What do you have in your hands?"
"My son... this is my son," Anarungu held the bundle as close to his chest as possible.
"I'll take you to the village."
Could it really be over? He was home. Anarungu exhaled; the rain finally was over.
"Gnelsey. Is she awake?"
"You'll see for yourself."
They finally reached the settlement, and his fingers loosened their grip on the child. Anarungu calmed down, limping as everyone watched. Whispers followed him: "Did he really... do it? Did he save him on his own?"
The ice around his heart began to melt, replaced by a comforting warmth. Limping with Tat's help, Anarungu made his way to the hut. "She's waiting for you inside," Tat said.
Anarungu nodded and stepped in. Gnelsey lay on the bed, just as he had last seen her, peacefully sleeping. He placed the child under her arm, and Gnelsey's eyes slowly fluttered open.
He was silent, and Gnelsey slowly cuddled the the child in the bundle, cradling it against her body.
He leaned in to kiss her. This time, her lips weren't lifeless; she responded. Their lips touched gently at first, then pressed together more firmly. As their kiss deepened, their tongues gently explored each other's mouths, and they shared their breath.
"You left me," she whispered, her voice weak. "You just walked away when I needed you the most. You were too afraid to look me in the eyes and tell me our son had been stolen."
"Are you angry?"
"No, I'm not angry. I'm just disappointed. I did something I promised I'd never do—I gave birth to a second child. And you weren't even there to hold my hand when I woke up. You left me all alone. You're still a child, Anarungu. I thought with your first baby you'll finally become a man like your father was, but you disapointed me. You'll find yourself a new wife, as I told you before. I will take care of this baby and you'll make new ones with other woman. Right now, just go away. I want to rest."
He couldn't judge her decision. It had been a long few days. Anarungu turned to leave but then noticed something was off. The baby wasn't his and Gnelsey's child. It was Angans. Khaleana handed him her son.
Chapter 15: Fall of Blood Bird
A flame of war ignited between the two tribes.
Lynx versus Bird.
Blue against Red.
"We've suffered heavy losses among our hunters." Tat sat by the large fire, glancing at those present. "Hunting is becoming dangerous. We know these forests better than the Lynx, and even when we kill a few, we lose one of our own. It's an irreplaceable loss, while the Blue Lynx have no shortage of numbers. Our men are dwindling. Is the curse still in place? Are the spirits mocking us? Gnelsey gave birth to a son, and my Tila is pregnant and will give birth soon. But that's only two children. Those berries..."
The others looked strangely at Tatar'Atu.
"Naragasa's berries?" the Elder smirked. "What's wrong with the berries?"
"You must tell everyone, Anarungu. Tell them what these berries did to our tribe! Your mother must perform the ritual again, like the one that helped Tila conceive. If they keep killing us one by one, the Lynx will wipe us all out. Anarungu?"
Anarungu sat at the head of the fire, his gaze lost in the void. His thoughts were elsewhere—maybe in the Blue Lynx camp, thinking about his son, whom Khaleana had taken and swapped for Angas. Maybe he was in the hut on the hill, beside the White Stranger, trying to figure out who this man is and what role he plays in all of this. But it was likely he was thinking about how to tell Gnelsey that the child who drinks her milk and whom she cherishes and nurses is not hers. He is not the fruit of her struggles.
Which is worse—the bitter truth or the lie?
"The Chief Anarungu hasn't spoken a word since our gathering, and he likely has nothing to say. He saved his son," the Elder said. "And because of that, the Blue Lynx has only grown more rebellious. That's why they attacked and want to destroy us."
"The Blue Lynx was attacking us even before. It is not Anarungu's fault," Tat was the only one to defend the chief. "They were killing our hunters in the forests, and though it stopped for a while when Anarungu released the prisoner, they infiltrated the settlement and nearly killed the chief. They kidnapped his son and..."
"That means nothing! Nothing! What is the life of one child compared to the survival of our entire tribe? What Anarungu did has led us to ruin." The Elder rose in anger, leaning over the fire and scanning the gathered crowd. Some nodded in agreement, while others looked at the Elder with disapproval, but they were in the minority. Among them was Jarkish.
"The life of my child." Gnelsey, holding her new son, entered the hut.
"Mama?" Anarungu spoke for the first time, barely finding his voice. "You should be resting."
"I'm tired of resting." She made her way through the crowd, and Jarkish stepped aside to give her a place next to Anarungu. "What is life of one child compared to the survival of our entire tribe? Is that what you said, Father?"
"Yes, I..."
"I was told that you refused to support Anarungu when he wanted to go and save our son," Gnelsey continued, not allowing the old man to get a word in.
"Dear, you would have done the same. You, like me, are loyal to the Blood Bird. I was only doing what was important for the tribe."
"Once, I already betrayed my son for the sake of our tribe," Gnelsey glanced at Anarungu's right hand. "And that was the worst decision of my life. I no longer want to see you as our Elder, Father."
"Huh! Do you want to put it to a vote?" the Elder said, disappointed.
"Yes, I do. We are voting. Who supports replacing the Elder?" Gnelsey glared fiercely at everyone present. No one dared to oppose her. Anarungu, Jarkish, Tatar'Atu, and then everyone else voted in favor.
"I see. This is the fall of the Blood Bird, but I promise you, dear daughter, I'll change it. I'll do my best to save my tribe. With or without you," the old man tore off the red feather necklace hanging around his neck. He threw it at their feet and hurried out, picking up his staff from the ground.
"Jarkish," Gnelsey pointed to the feather necklace.
Jarkish looked at her in surprise, then at the necklace. "Me? But..."
"You've earned it. Take it."
Jarkish stepped forward and picked up the necklace from the ground.
"You won't regret it," Jarkish nodded. Chief Anarungu remained silent, his gaze fixed only on the child in his mother's arms.
"The Elder, I mean, Anaravansan, might try to seek revenge," Tat said.
"Then kill him if he gives any reason to doubt his loyalty. Kill him if he tries to harm Anarungu. The council is dismissed," Gnelsey answered. She hurriedly departed, the crowd inside the hut gradually dispersing.
"Anarungu," Tat approached his friend, but before he could say anything, Jarkish handed Anarungu an item. It was a new clawed glove.
"But... I didn't ask you," Anarungu examined the weapon in his hands.
"And you never will have to, Chief. I promised your father I would watch over you — and I will keep my word. We will win, trust me."
Jarkish nodded to Tatar'Atu and left two of them alone in the hut. Anarungu examined the weapon in his hands.
"If only you had stayed on as chief, Father. Maybe you'd know what to do."
"You've changed since you came back from the Lynx tribe. What's wrong with you?" said Tatar'Atu. "You're always silent, always spending time in the jungle. We need a chief and leader now more than ever. Your father isn't here, it's just you." Tat gave the chief a slight shake by the shoulders and said something Anarungu never expected to hear from his best friend. "Don't make me regret the day I made you chief."
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"Don't make me regret..."
Anarungu was returning from the jungle at sunset. The villagers glanced at him over their shoulders, and some didn't pay any attention to their leader at all. Suspiciously many strong hunters gathered around Anaravansan's hut. They looked at him with hostility.
"Have you been searching for him again?" Gnelsey met Anarungu at the doorstep, nursing the little boy like a loving mother. "Accept it; Peacock is better off in the jungle than here among people. His place is there."
"His place is with me!" Anarungu glanced at the child, who was sucking at her breast.
"He is so much like you. Same temper, same look, same desire to suck my milk." Gnelsey smiled. "Do you want to hold him?"
She prepared to hand him the kid over, but Anarungu stepped back and simply walked away. Did she really not notice the switch?
"What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? I guess I should have been asking this to myself far more often. I was blind to the threat. I didn't see it coming. I thought we could finally live in peace and I was wrong. I failed you, Mama. I lost Peacock, and I failed the tribe. Perhaps I shouldn't have become chief." He turned to watch as the boy eagerly nibbled at her nipple. Sometimes Gnelsey's face tightened, enduring the child's teeth. "Does it hurt?"
"A little. You bit me much harder. Both when you were his age and now." She smiled, stroking the boy's head. His dark eyes looked at Gnelsey in wonder. Could he sense she wasn't his mother?
Anarungu touched her free boob, cupping it. It was so big and tense, full of fine milk. He squeezed her breast a bit, noticing the droplets of milk dripping from the nipple. He was so eager to taste it again, but Gnelsey, discouraged by his insolence pushed Anarungu away.
"Stop it. Right now. What are you doing!? I told you, Anarungu. Or weren't you listening? Don't touch me anymore. Don't ruin our already strained relationships. After the baby's birth, I'm no longer your wife—just his mother. I'm his mother and yours."
She pressed a long, elegant finger to his chest. "Our tribe needs new sons, new children. And you are our only savior right now. Tila and I must not remain the only ones who could break the curse." Stepping back, she put as much distance between them as possible while rocking the baby. "I know you intended to use my body to replenish the entire Blood Bird tribe, but I won't allow that to happen. Not after you abandoned me when I gave birth. And I wasn't going to let it happen before that. My pregnancy was an accident because I thought you couldn't break the curse. I was stupid and too self-righteous."
Anarungu sat down on the floor. "They will hate me if I have to sleep with every woman in the tribe. Tatar'Atu will find out I'm the father of Tila's child. I can't do that."
Gnelsey sat down beside him, rubbing his back with a free hand. "But you must do this for the tribe. I am not your wife. I'm your mother." Gnelsey handed him the child. The baby was floundering, making some noises and looking into his father's eyes.
"Half-brother and half-son. What a weird world we are living in." She could hold a smile once again. "What shall we name him?"
Anarungu stared at the child's tiny face. The baby was so small and wriggled so adorably in his hands. He already had a name.
"Angas."
"Angas? It's a strange name, but I like it," Gnelsey leaned down and kissed Angas on the forehead. "I forgot how much I love children. How much I missed caring for someone this small. And even though I didn't always love what we were doing..." Gnelsey took Anarungu's strong hand. "But thank you for him. For our beautiful son."
With a tender smile, she kissed Anarungu's forehead, just as she had kissed Angas moments ago. "My two beautiful sons."
Anarungu looked into her eyes. "Do you still regret that I became the chief after the Hunt?" He looked at her, longing to kiss her.
"No, Anarungu." She kissed his forehead again, and then cheek. "You were meant to be our new chief. I was meant to be your wife, though not anymore. Things happened as they were meant to. It is time for us to move forward. For you - to find the right woman, and for me - to take care of this young tiny nestling."
"To find the right woman?" He raised his hand and touched her lips with his thumb. He could feel the warmth on her beautiful lips. Gnelsey didn't resist, watching his movements closely.
"We could've had so many more children, Mama," he whispered.
Gnelsey's expression grew distant. "I'm not the right woman to bear them. I was never the one." She took Angas from his arms and gently lay down, cradling the baby as she drifted toward sleep.
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The night was bright, filled with stars and the scent of water and the jungle. He couldn't sleep well since the night of the kidnapping. Anarungu sat at the entrance to the hut on the riverside.
There were installations by the water, put up by Jarkish in case of a second attack on the chief's hut.
His hand gently slid through Gnelsey's soft black hair, who slept beside him, holding Angas. Her breasts were close to the baby so that if he woke up during the night, he could find what he needed.
Her gorgeous, delicate face was illuminated by the moonlight. Anarungu ran his left hand along her cheek, feeling the slight twitch of her jaw muscles. What could she be dreaming about?
Anarungu touched her breast, so soft and full of sweet milk. He wanted to taste it again, to be inside his mother again.
"Obey me, Mama," he whispered, recalling how he had commanded her before.
"I don't want to hurt you, but I can't bear the thought of us never being together again. We need another child—our own, a real one."
Her face was a little strained, her breasts were tensed, and barely perceptible droplets of milk could be seen on her nipple.
Anarungu bent over as quietly as possible and captured her nipple in his mouth. He felt a shiver run through Gnelsey's body as his lips circled the nipple.
"My baby," whispered the sleeping mother. Milk filled his mouth, a sweet healing flavor. Her soft nipple twitched in his mouth, the tension in her boob slowly fading away. He let his mother's milk and instincts fill his body and forgot about everything in the world. His receptors exploded with pleasure.
Gnelsey gently stroked his neck until the tension in her boob eased. Her breast grew soft and almost empty. Anarungu removed his head and allowed his mother to continue the rest.
At that moment, it started to rain, and the droplets hit the surface of the river behind the hut. Anarungu left his mother resting, put on the glove, and went for a walk between the huts. It was so quiet. This was how the tribe would soon look—silent and deserted, with huts that once teemed with life.
"Chief Anarungu?" someone called from behind. It was one of the young Bird hunters. He didn't know his name but met this guy many times. "The Elder wants to speak with you. It's about Gnelsey."
"What does Jarkish want from Gnelsey?"
More hunters appeared, surrounding Anarungu.
"Not Jarkish. The Elder." The lead hunter turned and headed towards Anaravansan's hut through the rain. Anarungu did not resist or object. He followed, guided by the surrounding hunters.
The hut of Anaravansan was surrounded by hunters. They formed a perimeter and let Anarungu in. The old man sat in the center of a makeshift circle, smoking a pipe. The smoke swirled around his face.
"Sit down, Anarungu." Anaravansan pointed to a spot opposite him. Anarungu sat down.
"Taking a nighttime stroll? Interesting glove you have," said the toothless old man, not giving him a chance to reply. "What was that that you told me that night? Let me recall it right. You kept me alive so I could watch you torment my daughter. I remember that one night to the details. My old bones still ache, and almost all of my teeth are gone. Now look at yourself. You're without a hand and without your pet. You've lost your little lynx. Who's going to save you now?"
Anarungu didn't say a word.
"You know that the Blood Bird symbolizes freedom through fierce battle? I spoke with tribe's great ancestors when I was just a small child, and they told me a story of a bird. It fights its way through enemies turning red with blood and soars into the sky," Anaravansan said, shaping his hands into a bird and making sounds that resembled a bird call. "To fly - we should fight. And it doesn't matter how much blood will be spilled. Now, tell me about the berries. What did your friend mean at the council?"
Anarungu looked over the men. "I have nothing to tell you."
The old man took another puff from his pipe. The acrid smoke filled the hut. "I cannot kill the chief. As long as I am not an Elder, I have no such rights, and I dare not go against you and the tribe. But I can kill your son."
Anarungu flinched, but two hunters grabbed his arms.
"Don't, chief," said the young hunter who brought him here.
"Are you threatening my son?"
"Your child is a freak. The result of the intercourse between a son..." Anaravansan stubbed out another smoke. "And a mother. The child is weak, I have seen him. He won't survive the cold weather. But there is no need to bring his death closer. Tell me about berries or my hunters throw him in the river."
Anarungu gave a fierce smile. "Do you want to know? The berries are poison that makes men infertile. You all ate them regularly, but I never had a single one. That's why none of you have children—you trusted Naragasa. I didn't. Gharcha sent him to wipe us out slowly, without a fight. But when I fathered a child with the captive woman, I made him believe the berries didn't work. So now they're trying to kill us themselves, with spears and bows."
The hunters exchanged uneasy looks. The Elder was closely studying his grandson's face.
"Is this all because of those red berries?" someone asked. "It's nonsense; they're just berries!"
"Silence!" the Elder growled, closing his eyes to enjoy the smoke. "So there's no curse, just the berries' effect. How interesting."
"Is there a cure?" a hunter asked quietly.
"If you want to know, go to Chief Gharcha. He'll tell you, I'm sure," Anarungu broke free from the grip of the two hunters holding him. "The tribe is doomed, Anarvansan."
The hunters exchanged glances with each other. "There must be a way out, Elder. Are we all going to extinct because of the berries?"
"If that's our fate," Anaravansan said, gripping his staff tightly, "we will accept it. The end of the Blood Bird."
Everyone fell silent; it was a deafening silence. Each person in the hut bowed their head, contemplating what they just heard. Some cried, while others stared into the void.
Anaravansan thought deeply as he put down his pipe.
"So of all the women in the tribe, Anarungu, you chose my daughter to have a child with, your own mother."
"She is the Chief's wife. My wife. It was her fate to bear me a child. And I'll make her bear more."
The silence continued while Anaravansan thought hard, gripping his staff so tightly his knuckles turned white. His fingers relaxed when an idea came to his aged mind.
"Tatar'Atu is also fertile," the old man's lips muttered. Anarungu didn't have time to tell him about Tat. The cabin filled with the strong smell of smoke and the crackling sound of fire from the outside.
"What is it? Fire?"
"The Blue Lynx," said the Elder.
The hunters rushed outside. Everything happened so quickly. Without warning, a group of Blue Lynx warriors stormed into the village. They hurled flaming torches into the heart of the settlement. The torches landed among the thatched roofs, and soon, huts ignited with a burst of orange flames.
Anarungu rushed outside as the cabin emptied, while the old man kept smoking his pipe.
Lynx versus Bird. It felt like a dream, with Anarungu as just a spectator. He walked through the chaos, passing cabins that were engulfed in flames, passing Lynx and Bird warriors and hunters. He saw arrows whizzing through the air, though he couldn't hear their flight.
What was the point of fighting if the tribe's end was inevitable?
"Mama." Anarungu rushed to the chief's cabin. He grabbed a spear with his left hand and was surprised to find Gnelsey still asleep, unaware of the chaos unfolding around her. Angas cried under her arm.
Anarungu shook her shoulder just as two Lynx hunters entered the hut. He recognized one as the hunter with the lynx cloak he met at the Blue Lynx tribe. The other, a stranger, attacked him first.
Anarungu clumsily deflected the blow with his spear, taking advantage of the poor light to hide his glove. He thrust the glove's blade into the hunter's jaw, pushing it up until it came out of his mouth. Pulling it out, he then stabbed it into the man's stomach and pushed him away.
"Anarungu?" Gnelsey huddled against the wall, tightly holding the baby. The firelight from the nearby cabin lit up the scene inside. The hunter lay bleeding on the floor, unable to even scream. The second hunter, wearing a lynx pelt, raised his spear.
"Are you the chief?" He removed the pelt from his bald head. "Do you recognize your pet?"
"No..." Anarungu gripped his spear tighter. He only glanced at the pelt for a moment, but that was enough. The Lynx hunter charged at Anarungu. Their bodies broke through the cabin wall, and they both ended up by the river. Pain shot through Anarungu's body. He swung his spear, but the Pelt-head snapped it in half with a powerful blow. In response, Anarungu slashed at the Pelt-head's leg. The bald man screamed as the blade cut through his muscles.
He threw his spear at Anarungu, but the chief dodged it. The spear splashed into the river and sank to the bottom. Pelt-head grabbed Anarungu by the throat with one hand and his glove with the other, pinning him down. "Gharcha regrets not killing you himself."
Anarungu's head was pushed underwater. Water flooded his nose and ears. Anarungu thrashed, trying to break free, but his opponent was much stronger.
In a moment Pelt-head's grip loosened. A knife stabbed him in the back of the neck. The blade went in so deeply that it came out the other side. He released Anarungu and fell forward into the water, being swept away by the strong current.
Anarungu rolled into the grass and caught his breath, spitting out blood and water. He grabbed a lynx's pelt lying not far away and gazed into it. No, it was not Peacock.
"Anarungu." Gnelesy helped her nestling to get up. She was holding bloody knife. Her warm body pressed against him. He felt the warmth of her nipples, her boobs. Mama's lips pressed against his cheek. "Are you hurt, my nestling?"
"I'm fine, find a safe place, Mama. You should hide somewhere."
Through a hole in his hut, beyond the smoke, Anarungu spotted the figure of a giant man. Gharcha, a bit shorter the huts' roofs, was holding Tatar'Atu's half-dead body. His massive hand enveloped Tat's head like a big apple. Shazram, wearing Jarkish's first glove, stood nearby, finishing off the remaining Bird hunters lying on the ground, who had once been his brothers. Lynx hunters wandered around like harbingers of death amid the rising ash and tongues of flames.
"I have to do something, Mama."
"What can you do against such brute force?" She clasped his hand with both of hers. "Don't go, I'm afraid of losing you, Anarungu. Please, my nestling. Go with me and hide. We should hide."
"I can't hide. Obey me. Do as your chief commands you." His hand slipped from her soft grasp, and he didn't look back. Anarungu limped out of the hut and made his way directly to Blue Lynx chief.
"Gharcha!"
Gharcha's face was hidden in the thick smoke, his head turned towards Anarungu.
"Anarungu. Did you think I would give you time to prepare or come up with a plan to stop us? This is what was supposed to happen instead of the berries. And it happened."
"Leave my tribe alone. The berries did what you planned. Let those who survived die in peace. Is this what you wanted? To destroy us without spilling blood? You've lost enough of your own people. If you keep going, more will die. Leave us, and we will fade away."
"He's lying!" Shazram shouted, raising his glove and pointing a claw at him. "Kill him, chief. Kill the scoundrel!" Anarungu noticed a pregnant woman. Tila was lying right at the feet of Shazram, her former husband.
"SILENCE!" Gharcha's eyes glinted through the smoke as he looked at Tatar'Atu's body in his hand.
"How many of your people are left in the camp? A dozen? You still haven't killed my lynx."
"The bird still poses a threat," Gharcha said, laughing before his smile faded. "Is the lynx dead?" he asked Shazram.
Shazram shook his head. "We didn't find it, Chief."
Gharcha turned away with a snarl. The lynx was clearly a serious issue. "You're missing something important, Anarungu. The berries didn't affect you."
"You have my son. If I betray our deal, you can kill him."
The burly man considered this for a moment.
"You are a good leader, Anarungu, and worthy of my respect. Khaleana was right about you. Out of respect, I'll let your tribe die without bloodshed."
"I will take my wife with me." Shazram lifted pregnant Tila into his arms.
"No, Anarungu," Tatar'Atu, barely conscious, tried to break free from Gharcha's grip. "Don't give her up."
"You've killed enough of our men and women. Leave Tila."
"His wife goes with him." The giant threw the half-conscious Tatar'Atu to the ground, right next to the Blood Bird chief. "Goodbye, Anarungu. Keep your word and let your tribe die."
The brute whistled, and soon all the hunters followed their chief into the jungle.
"I will keep it." Anarungu helped his friend.
"Tila... We need to save Tila," Tat tried to get up.
"There's nothing we can do."
Chapter 16: It is only us now, Mama
Ash clung to his face. Anarungu trudged through the burned huts as morning finally arrived. All around were ruins and chaos. He noticed something red on the ground near his feet.
It was Jariksh and his wife.
Dead. Both pierced by a spear.
A red feathered amulet still hung around his neck.
"You made a deal with our enemy," Anaravansan, limping worse than usual, spoke from behind him. "Traitor... you're a traitor, Anarungu!"
Anarungu slowly picked up the amulet, removing it from the dead man's neck.
"I'm ashamed that my blood runs in you. You're the worst chief this tribe has ever had!" Behind Anaravansan, the survivors gathered—those not busy helping the wounded or tending to other tasks. Each one looked as if they died that night and just risen from the dead.
"I just saved your hides," Anarungu growled through clenched teeth, clutching an amulet in his hands.
"You surrendered to the enemy! You accepted defeat! You just gave up on us. We need to keep fighting!"
"You, old man, can't fight. Don't make others die because of your blind arrogance," Anarungu threw a feathered amulet at his feet. "Here, you wanted it."
Gnelsey pushed through the crowd and ran to Anarungu, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"Anarungu..." She was crying. "My nestling. I was terrified..."
Tat appeared among the crowd too, badly wounded, supported by a woman. He looked over the battlefield, remembering his wife had been kidnapped.
Anaravansan's face twisted with intense rage. "You... you... You should be banished! You're exiled, Anarungu!"
"You have no right!" Gnelsey turned. "No one has the right to banish the chief. Only a vote can decide. Anarungu saved our tribe this day..."
"Like any mother, you blindly follow your son's path. You're just as much a traitor as he is. We vote to banish Anarungu!"
Gnelsey was shocked, but Anarungu wasn't surprised at all when everyone standing before him—those he had known since birth—raised their hands. Tat slowly lifted his uninjured hand.
"No, you can't," Gnelsey protested. Anarungu calmly removed the chief's headpiece.
"I'm leaving on my own. I renounce being chief and go into exile. Just as you've always wanted, Elder." He tossed the headpiece to the ground.
"Then I'll go with you." Gnelsey hugged her son.
"Don't be foolish," Anarungu whispered, feeling the warmth of his mother's body. "Angas needs you. He'll be safer here. Your son needs you."
"Yes," Gnelsey ran her hand over the back of Anarungu's head. "My son needs me more than ever. That's why I'm going with you."
Anarungu gave a faint smile. Their foreheads touched in a tender moment.
"Today, the Boord Bird lost its best warriors, the best among us." The Elder lowered his head, picking up the amulet from the ground. "But our chief wasn't one of them."
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Anarungu was standing for a while in the ruined chief's hut. The day was in full swing, and the tribe survivors were busy with their tasks. Anarungu thought about his life spent in this hut with his father and mother. Now, it was all in the past.
"Anarungu?" Gnelsey called to him, holding a stick in her hand. Angas was strapped to her back, the child asleep, his face pressed against her soft black back.
Anarungu adjusted his glove, checked the knife on his belt, grabbed his spear with his left hand, and followed Gnelsey. No one watched them leave, no one followed.
They walked out of the village, vowing never to return. Anarungu tightly held his mother's hand, feeling how each step made it harder for her to walk, as her emotions grew stronger.
"My whole life, Anarungu... Wait, I can't." She nearly stumbled, and he had to catch her. "How could they banish us?"
Anarungu sighed and decided to say what he had been thinking for a long time. "It doesn't matter that they banished us. They're all gone now. Without new children the tribe is as good as dead, Mama. But not us. Not you and me. You, I, and our son — we are the last survivors of the Blood Bird. We are only hope, and we will find a new place and rebuild our new Blood Bird tribe, together."
Gnelsey didn't think much about what her son said, but his determination and the fire in his eyes helped her regain her composure. For both mother and son, this was a new beginning.
They walked for a long time, the journey tough. "I've never been this far from the tribe." She walked while nursing the baby, as Anarungu cut a path through the thick brush.
"Neither have I," he replied. He was tired, but not from walking or working. He never gave her a reason to doubt his confidence, but had no idea what he was doing.
Soon, they found a clearing with a small river nearby. There was enough space for a couple of huts. They could fish and build defenses.
"I like this place," Anarungu said.
"A place for the Blood Bird?" Gnelsey kissed his hand.
For the rest of the day, Anarungu worked on building a small shelter for the night, while Gnelsey fed the baby and cleared the excess grass from the clearing. They were, of course, startled by every sound in the unknown wilderness and cautiously watched every creature and insect they encountered.
It felt like a dream—a good dream. He and his mother were together, far from their old problems and away from people who disapproved of their relationship. With their son by their side, they could finally live the way they wanted.
By nightfall, Anarungu finally had a makeshift shelter to rest in.
"I'm bad at bulding." He looked over the small shelter he had built by the tree.
"No, it's fine," Gnelsey said, stroking his hair. The three of them lay on a soft bed made of grass. Gnelsey, lying on her back, nursed Angas.
"Now it's just us," Anarungu watched Angas for a long time. The boy suckled milk, his hands touching Gnelsey's boob, his legs dangling, and slowly, he drifted into sleep.
Gnelsey stared upwards. It was clear she still couldn't believe what had happened. He could smell the scent coming from her body, a maddeningly pleasant fragrance with hints of blood.
"I dedicated my whole life to the Blood Bird, ever since childhood. And now it's all over. It is so hard to comprehend."
"Nothing is over, Mama." He took her hand. "We carry on Blood Bird legacy."
"But it's only three of us? How can we carry on tribe's legacy with just the three of us?" She smirked and only now realized what Anarungu was talking about, and what he actually meant.
"There could be more of us."
Gnelsey's hand slipped out of his grasp. "Oh, no, Anarungu. It's can't happening again, no, no, it can't be. No, Anarungu!"
She stood up carefully, not to wake the child, and walked out into the clearing. Her head was spinning as she sat by the water, feeling the light of the full moon on her. Her dark toe touched the surface of the water.
"I can't, Anarungu," she said, hiding her head in her knees as Anarungu sat down beside her. "You're asking me to be your wife again. Do you really want this? Not again—I can't go through that once more."
"What choice do we have? We need to continue what we started that night when I first did it inside you. For the Blood Bird."
"But I'm your mother," she looked at him. "You're my nestling. I wanted to kill you so many times, every time you were busy filling me. Once, I was so close. My hand was already at your throat, but I couldn't do it. I just wanted to stop it. My pregnancy was an accident, and now you're suggesting we do it again? This time intentionally?"
Anarungu stroked her beautiful dark shoulder and looked up at the night sky. Lately, he had enjoyed gazing at the stars. "Maybe the curse of the Blood Bird was real. We were blind and foolish to the threats, hating and fighting each other. From the very first Tribal Hunt day, when Scar pointed his spear at me, almost every day, the tribe stabbed me in the back. That was our curse, and that's why we let the berries do what they did." He looked into her deep black eyes. "But you and I—we can change everything. We can truly break the curse, Mama. The Blood Bird must be reborn. We can help it be reborn. Perhaps this is our fate."
"Fate?" Gnelsey sadly dipped her toes into the water. "My life has always been about my son and my tribe."
Anarungu took her face in both hands and kissed her on the lips, barely touching them with his own. It was little peck, something he wanted to do for so long. No lust, just peck full of love.
Gnelsey closed and then opened her eyes, gazing deeply into his soul through his eyes. The moonlight was playing in their eyes. There was nothing she could do. "Do you want to put another child inside me?"
"There is no other way. There's no one else here. Just you and me, Mama. You and your nestling." They were both completely naked, and he pushed her onto the grass, ending up on top of his mother.
"Let's...not wake...Angas...I'm still reeling from the...labor, Anarungu!" She tried to speak through the kiss, but Anarungu held her close, not letting her pull away. He kissed her passionately and greedily. Gnelsey's other hand touched her pussy and spread her purple cheeks a little.
"Ughhhhhhhhh.... Anarungu!"
He entered, both of them moaning together as his cock advanced inside the pussy from which it was born. Her subconscious was still trying to fight. "We can't, we can't... Akgghhhhhh... Not again."
Mama's sweet pussy, her hips welcomed him like he was back home again. Though it wasn't as tight as before and felt different, the mere fact that she was allowing him to enter again was already reason enough to cum.
Gnelsey lifted her arms, feeling the grass under her head. "Aghghhh... My nestling. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I missed you inside me."
"And I missed being inside you, Mama." Their foreheads touched. It was a magical moment, the love of two bodies. Anarungu opened his eyes, trembling with pleasure. Her confident gaze met his eyes.
"Do it..." She bit her lip. Anarungu withdrew and entered again. She trembled softly beneath him, lifting her legs even higher. "Akgghhhh..."
"I saved a lot for you... Akgghhhh... Mama." He could feel her beneath him, his cock quivering inside, exploding with streams of faint clear white fluid, just a small beginning of what awaited them at the end. "We never did it that raw before. We are like animals... We are mating... I'm breeding you."
He was penetrating her with tremendous intensity, pounding and pounding. His balls slapped against her pelvis, against her ass.
"We're having a baby again, Mama. Just you and me.... We're going to have lots of babies. A new tribe."
"Don't...speak..." She covered her eyes, moaning with a bit of pleasure, though her vagina was still sore because of birth. Her breasts shook with each deep penetration. Anarungu took one of her nipples into his mouth, feeling the milk fill his mouth and throat.
"Ughhhhhhhhh... you still love mama's milk, my..." She squeaked when he bit her pink nipples too much. "..ewww...nestling."
Her milk only intensified Anarungu's pounding and the sounds of powerful spanks. He spread her thighs apart with each massive deep penetration. Anarungu's arms went around her waist and squeezed with all his might, pressing her breasts against his mouth.
"Akgghhhhhh.... Anarungu!" She rested her hands on his strong broad shoulders. The air smelled like milk, semen, sweat, and the creation of another child. His cock penetrated her, his mother, with a loud slap, each louder than the last.
"I told you we would be together." He took her lips away from her nipple for a moment. "I will be filling you until one of us dies."
He increased the pressure even more, penetrating deeper and rumbling.
"Akgghhhh, akgghhhh, Anarungu." Her words came out in spurts, her hands around his hips tried to slow his body down a little. But nothing could stop Anarungu from penetrating her thick thighs.
"Ughhhh, Mama... Ughhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" He increased the speed, fucking Mama, entering her sweet pussy. His balls ached with overflowing lust.
"It hurts....Ewwww... Anarungu..." She squealed, suppressing her moans and screams. Their bodies collided in powerful spanks full of sexual energy between mother and son. Their sweat mingled with each other.
"Do you like it? Do you really like penetrating...aghhhh... your mother that much?" Gnelsey raised her legs even higher, caressing his head. He straddled her breasts, squeezing them and feeling the sticky milk between his fingers.
"I would never stop." He felt pain in his chest and stomach. The end was coming. And Gnelsey smiled, noticing how his face contorted slightly in pain.
Just cumming in her was already unbelievable, but to do it now, knowing that this was their ultimate goal? To save the Tribe? Divine.
"Akgghhhhhhhh....I can't believe how good it is, Mama."
"Come on, my nestling." Gnelsey caressed his back, her breasts shaking with each powerful rough thrust.
"Keep calling me nestling, Mama... Yeah. Call me your nestling." He squirmed, ready to explode and shoot at any moment. His testicles ached with horrible pain. Her scent was wonderful, his cock slid inside, greedily engulfed by her rubs and the walls of his mama's lewd pussy.
"Come on, my nestling. Fuck me. Ughhh, ughhhh... Just like that. Fuck your Mama."
"Oh yeah, yes, yes,.... Ughhh... Mama! I can't hold it anymore... Mama." The air began to leave his lungs, he couldn't hold back any longer. She was too beautiful. The air gradually ran out, and the pain throughout his body intensified.
She could sense his cock trembling, ready to burst like a bow's taut arrow. "Fill me, my nestling!"
"AKGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes!! MAMA!!!!"
Everything inside his body burst, every nerve felt exposed, and his hair rose up. His cock penetrated her pussy with one final deep enter, coliding with mama's cervix. It felt incomparable, like sweet honey flowing through his body. His veiny cock trembled in her bosom. He began to wiggle left and right inside until a powerful stream of white fluid shot out of his tip, right inside her cervix. It was a powerful shot of the seed that had been stored in Anarungu's balls for so long, and that he had so carefully preserved for her alone. For his Mama.
"Good boy! Ughhhh... My baby nestling!" Ropes of hot cum were filling her womb. She put her arms around his neck, helping Anarungu through this seizure. It was like moments of death every time he would cum inside her. He wasn't in control of himself, and it frightened her. He looked inside her eyes, moaning like a dying beast as his balls and cock continued to fill her. More and more, ropes of cum were filling her pussy.
"Ackgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Mommy...yeahhhh."
Suddenly, still pumping out, he just collapsed on top of her, unable to match his muscles any longer. Gnelsey gasped in surprise, and thanked the spirits that she didn't have a belly this time. He jerked back into her arms and onto her body. Anarungu's hips and feet trembled significantly with each new release.
"Hush, my nestling. It's almost over. Let it go..." She swallowed, his body painfully clutching her breasts, but she tried not to give any sign. Her flushed face kissed Anarungu's cheeks. "My good boy."
He fell face down into her breasts when finally the streams of huge ropes of semen ceased. He touched her nipple faintly with his tongue, absorbing some milk to recover.
"That was perfect, Mama." He smiled and Gnelsey noticed him crying with happiness. Was it because they were together, or because he just finished inside his Mama again and she eagerly let him?
"We have a lot of work to do. We will rebuild our tribe, my dear nestling," Gnelsey caressed his head while he was still inside. "Get off my chest, sweetheart. You're crushing me."
CHAPTER 17. MATING RITUAL
"This time we must do everything right." Gnelsey sat cross-legged on the ground, dressed in her ceremonial attire. Her hands were clasped together, eyes half-closed. In front of her, some plant with a dry piece of wood was emitting smoke. The smell was peculiar.
Anarungu watched it all with mild curiosity, chewing the last bite of the wild boar they had caught yesterday. "Why can't we... ahem... do it like last time?"
"Silence!" she snapped, her eyes flashing with irritation. Her awkward movements hinted at the discomfort of her milk-heavy breasts. "This isn't so simple. You weren't conceived that way. The creation of a child between the Chief and his woman is a sacred process, with many important steps!"
She brought the smoking petal closer to him, covering her stiff nipples with her clothes because Anarungu kept getting distracted by them.
"The creation of new life is not just lust, not just the union of two bodies. It is a long, important process where there must be unity, and the bodies must be in the right state, prepared for mating."
"But what if we-"
"Angas was conceived without following these steps, by accident. Now he is weak. So be quiet and let me do what I know best." She closed her eyes again.
"How do you even know all this?" Anarungu asked, looking up at the morning sky as the sun rose.
"My mother taught me. When your father won the Hunt and chose me as his wife, she shared everything with me, believing Anaragwan would become the greatest chief of the Blood Bird and my best husband."
There was a strange reflection in her tone. It sounded like she was remembering Anaragwan and perhaps missing him.
Noticing this, Anarungu settled next to her more comfortably and broke the nervous silence that hung between them, only interrupted by the gentle sound of a nearby stream. "What happened to your mother?"
"She died." Gnelsey opened her eyes. "A lynx killed her, and my father became the Elder to take care of the tribe, forgetting his former name."
She leaned over the fire, and her boobs, two beautiful heavy ovals, barely covered by fabric, hovered over the flames. "We're done with the meditation and calling the ancestors. I need to prepare my body with herbal infusions to enhance fertility. Here, take this."
She handed him a bundle of herbs.
"What is this?"
"Your food for today. You will eat only this and drink water from the river. You need to cleanse your body and mind."
"What? No, it's not even meat! How can I... Enough of all this. The spirits will forgive us if we do everything the same as the last time."
"No!" She stood up and waved her finger, making him feel like a five-year-old again. For her, this was serious. "Do you want to be like Anaragwan? Do you want to follow in your father's footsteps? Do you want to prove you're better? You've done a lot, but you're still not close to him."
"I am better than him!" Anarungu clenched his fists.
"Then prove you're worthy of me. If you can't, I will never allow you to touch me again, and you'll become nothing more than a common fledgling in my eyes. Perhaps that's exactly how it should be."
Anarungu chewed the herbs and stormed into the jungle in anger, gripping his spear with his left hand.
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"After everything that happened... after everything..." Anarungu pushed his way through the thick vines with his spear. "Did she really mean that about my father? About Anaragwan? The old fool is dead. He let himself be killed by a stupid little berry! He let himself be poisoned! What a foolish fat slob."
Using the glove on his right hand, which had a knife blade attached, he cut his way through the foliage. Eventually, he nervously sank down onto the grass.
"Could things have been different if he had lived? Would he have defeated Naragasa? What would he do with the Messenger? And Khaleana? Could we have fought off the Blue Lynx with him as our leader? Maybe then my mother and I wouldn't have had to start over, rebuilding the Blood Bird."
He paused, and the answer came to him. "He could have. My father could have."
Facing the truth wasn't easy.
"My mother was the most desired and beautiful woman in the tribe. My father earned her, won her, and claimed her as his own. And me... I just got lucky being her son. Did I even deserve that? Could I have been her husband if she weren't my mother? Would a woman like her even look at someone like me, or would I have been lost among the other hunters? Maybe I would have died like Peacock... or Scar." He thought sadly of Tat, his friend, who now hated him.
Anarungu grabbed his head in frustration. "I must be better than my father... I have to be worthy of Gnelsey... We will repopulate the Blood Bird together, and screw everyone else."
He returned to their tent feeling tired and hungry. After drinking some water, he noticed that their makeshift camp was getting better every day. Inside, he could hear Gnelsey and their son, but he couldn't see them.
Anarungu lay down in the grass, staring at the sky.
"Am I supposed to spend the whole day like this? Without food? How is this supposed to help bring a healthy child into the world? I don't understand."
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed movement in the jungle and stood up, grabbing his spear. He thought he saw a figure, a person, and dark hair. Without making a sound, Anarungu hurried in that direction. He had been meaning to build defensive structures for a while, but kept putting it off.
As he moved through the jungle, he finally came across someone. It was a woman, standing among the vines and bushes with her back to him. When she turned around, Anarungu recognized her.
"Khaleana?"
"Hello, my dear sweet husband." She smiled, weak, exhausted, perhaps hungry, worn out.
"How... how did you find me?" He glanced around, expecting other Blue Lynx hunters to appear. His right hand was ready to kill anyone who stood before him.
"It wasn't easy, I admit. I'm terribly tired, Anarungu, but you wouldn't believe what we mothers can do. I found out you were exiled. A few of my hunting skills helped, and your trail was still fresh."
He pressed the blade to her neck. "Are you alone? No tricks."
"I'm so tired, my love. Please," she said, nearly collapsing into his arms, the blade still against her neck.
"You're not supposed to be here, do you hear me? What are you doing here? I left, I abandoned your lands to start a new life. I want to begin everything anew, without the war between our two clans. Did your brother send you?"
"Anarungu... You have my son," she said weakly, collapsing, but Anarungu caught her tall body.
"You gave him to me yourself." He studied her pale face. "Let me get you some food."
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She ravenously tore into the meat as Anarungu brought her the remains of the boar. The smell and sight of it made his hungry stomach churn, filled only with a few herbs, but he had to hold on.
"My mother must not see you. Eat and return to my real son. How is he? Are you taking care of him?"
"He's fine, don't worry. He's a strong, healthy boy, just like his father. I haven't named him yet; I thought you might have some ideas."
Anarungu didn't know how to reply. "Why did you give me Angas? Why?"
"Because he would have died with me. I couldn't let that happen. Gharcha thinks I'm a bad mother who can't have strong children. He kills all the weak ones, but my eldest, Kalhan—the one you almost killed—he spared because I'm his sister. And Angas... he's just another weak son, and also born of an enemy. Your son. Gharcha would have killed him eventually. I couldn't allow that."
"I don't care about your offspring."
"Ugh... Anarungu. You continue to break my heart." She took another bite of the meat."I want to see him so much. Does Gnelsey know whose son drinks milk from her breast?"
"No, I..."
"You're afraid to tell her." Khaleana smiled with relief. "You're just a coward, Anarungu."
"Shut up. Better tell me why you're here. Why did you come looking for me? Just for Angas? He's alive, he's fine, you can go back."
"And you won't even ask me about Tila?" Khaleana smirked, raising an eyebrow.
Anarungu flinched and thought of Tat. "What about her?"
"She's fine, but that one-armed traitor, Shazram, keeps bothering her. Should I keep an eye on her?"
Anarungu nodded.
"Alright. In return, just be a bit nicer to your wife. But that's not why I came. Your tribe isn't listening to Gharcha. He's planning to come back and this time, he'll kill everyone for sure."
Anarungu listened but wasn't very interested. He wondered how Gnelsey was holding up. Was she starving too? Maybe it was more exciting to have a child when you were both hungry.
"I'm no longer part of that tribe, in case you hadn't noticed."
Khaleana pushed aside the gnawed bones, narrowing her eyes. "Do you really not understand? What do you think will happen to you when my brother destroys the Blood Bird? He needs everyone—every single one. The fact that you ran to the ends of the world and hid here in the jungle means nothing."
Anarungu rested his hand under his head. "I'm not afraid to face him here..."
"Fool!" She was genuinely angry now. "You fool! He'll kill Gnelsey and all your children. Anarungu! Think! You have to do something about it! He'll kill our son."
"What do you want from me?" Anarungu interrupted. "I'm no longer their chief, I can't command them. I can't do anything... Damn it... Damn hunger."
He plunged the spear deep into the ground, closing his eyes. Khaleana watched him with curiosity, calming down a little.
"Mating ritual? Gnelsey is making you conceive another child?"
"Yes, that's the right way to say it. She's making me. She's making me be just like my father in everything as if I'm not good enough. As if I'm unworthy of her!"
Khaleana took his hand. "You're lucky to have me. You must know how to satisfy a woman and to be worthy of her."
"I know how to satisfy a woman!"
"Quiet, don't shout. If that were the case, maybe Gnelsey would say otherwise. Let me guess—every time you enter her, it's abrupt, driven by the desire to fulfill your male needs. You're quick, rough. You're pressing down on her... Am I right?"
Anarungu tried to remember how things usually went between him and his mother, and Khaleana understood everything immediately.
"You must be attentive, gentle. She is a woman, your mother, the perfect partner for intimacy and love. Her strong thighs gave birth to you and your first son. Take your time; you should penetrate her following her breath. Just make sure you don't rush but instead flow with your mother's natural rhythm. Gently touch her skin." Khaleana traced her finger across his strong chest. "Touch her neck, her belly, her legs, her breasts... every part of her. Show her that you are ready for this important moment—the conception of a child. Let her know this moment matters to you as much as it does to her. Don't rush; show her that you don't want to just make her round as quickly as possible. Whisper in her ear how much you love her, and most importantly..."
Anarungu listened intently, holding his breath. Khaleana laughed and pressed her finger against his open mouth. "Look into her eyes. At this special moment, really see her. Keep looking until the moment you fill her. Do you understand?"
Anarungu nodded.
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Gnelsey yawned as she stepped out of the tent. Her breasts were finally empty and not aching. Angas was such a thirsty little boy. "I hope he won't be like Anarungu. I'll be too old by the time he grows up."
It was evening; the day had passed quickly without her noticing.
She looked around the clearing and saw Anarungu sitting by a stream, staring up at the stars.
"Have you eaten anything?" she asked as she walked over, hands on her hips.
"Just your stupid herbs," he replied, sounding bored.
"You're not lying to your mother, are you, Anarungu?"
"I'm not lying." Just then, his stomach conveniently growled. Gnelsey went into the tent and returned, sitting down beside him.
"Here." She offered him some herbs and fruits. There was something else in her hands that she was hiding.
Anarungu hungrily ate everything she gave him. Gnelsey slowly extended a unique fruit to him.
"What is this?" Anarungu asked, eyeing the fruit in his hand. It was a round purple orb, speckled with irregular spots—something he had rarely encountered in the jungle.
"Fertiler. I found it this morning. It's a special fruit that will make your seed strong."
"Why didn't we use it earlier?"
"Because it's useless against the curse... I mean, against the berries. Eating it ensures that your seed will be blessed with the power to create many healthy, strong children."
Anarungu ate the whole fruit before she could finish her sentence. Gnelsey smiled. "You can't wait, can you?"
"I've been waiting for this all day, Mama," Anarungu grimaced. The fruit was disgusting and sour. Gnelsey took his hands, rising to her feet and gently tugging him toward the tent. "Just don't wake Angas," she cautioned, glancing back to make sure her younger son remained undisturbed.
Everything fell into place at once. All the hunger was worth it. All the effort and hardship had been worth it. Seeing her breasts heaving with every breath, her muscles moving, her tummy a little saggy. She pulled her clothes aside, exposing her breasts. Her beautiful large breasts, two large full firm orbs with protruding soft purple nipples. Her wide hips and breasts beckoned to be taken. She was perfect for making babies. And the perfect woman to restore an entire tribe. Who else but her?
They sat down, but before Anarungu could touch her breasts, she jerked away. The juice of the fruit slurped unpleasantly against his throat and stomach.
"First, the special oil," she said, holding out a small container. "Rub it on me."
Anarungu could hardly believe what he was hearing. He took the container and started to apply the oil to her shoulders. Slowly, he moved down, touching her boobs. He massaged the oil onto one boob, then the other, his hands gliding over the soft, mature skin, with its bright veins.
He circled her nipples, spreading the oil all over. Her breasts were glowing, shimmered, and each touch sent a jolt of shock through his mind. It felt unreal to be touching her like this. She was so hot, literally, so warm.
Gnelsey sighed. "You can rub the oil on more than just my breasts."
"Right, of course," Anarungu awkwardly started applying the oil to her stomach, arms, and neck. He couldn't deny it—there was a unique level of intimacy in all of this. It was a special feeling to touch her body and dark skin, to move his hands over it, sharing warmth and massaging the oil in. It felt special.
Gnelsey watched his every move, captivated by the way her son meticulously worked the oil into her skin. Anarungu didn't expect how much tasty her body and skin looked after applying the oil. His cock was ready to explode at that very second.
"Now apply some on your big thing," She took his hands away from her and guided them to Anarungu's groin. He awkwardly applied the oil.
"Finally, I think you're ready, baby."
He stopped her as she was about to lie down and turned Gnelsey's back to him. She knelt down, her big ass glowing from the oils, there was a strange smell coming from their bodies in the tent. Gnelsey got ready for a sharp penetration, but Anarungu entered slowly, with pleasure and a sense of the moment. She didn't expect how pleasurable it felt when finally his tip made it all the way in.
She yelped, he lay on top of her from behind, straddling her neck and kissing her back. She exhaled and then Anarungu withdrew and entered again, shaking her whole body. But shaking in a different way than usual. He shook her with excitement, with a sense of intimacy. His hands slid over her skin, back, and neck. He kissed mommy's sweet hot red-dark cheek.
What was it? Why was it so different? Is it really Anarungu?
"We're making a baby, Mama. Don't forget," he whispered in her ear.
"I don't forget... my nestling."
Although she couldn't see his face, Anarungu blushed with lust. Her oily hot body was wonderful, and the fruit also made his head spin a little.
"I hope this fruit really helps my seed... Uhhhh... the taste was gross." He licked Mama's neck where there was no oil to interrupt the taste of the fruit. His tongue traveled over her dry, salty skin, her abrasions and small scars. She was delicious.
"It's so ticklish... Huh..." she chuckled, her laughter bubbling up. He kept licking her sweet salty neck.
He followed her breathing, keeping the rhythm. In, and out. His cock explored every familiar corner of that beautiful pussy of the Mama bird that birthed him. And in which he had been so many times already. Too many. More than any son should.
Overwhelmed with emotion he jerked too far forward, entering even deeper, slapping his skin and their bodies. Gnelsey gasped in surprise.
"Ughh... Mama..I'll show you I'm better than my father." He continued to kiss her body, the edges of her lips. His hands traveled down her breasts, squeezing the oily, fat nipples. Unbelievable. His wet damp cock slid inside his home. His brain was just exploding with bliss. What could be better than mating with own mother. Putting another child inside her.
"Ohhhh...my nestling!" Gnelsey lifted one hand and placed it on his hips, following his every movement, every deepest penetration. "My baby boy.... You're so good... You're beautiful... Please your... akgghhhh... mommy."
Is she really saying that? Looks like Khaleana's advice works.
"You have such... beautiful... wiry thighs... akgghhhh... You wrap around... my cock perfectly... So good.... I love you."
His cock felt like it was on fire, as well as the rest of his body. And each penetration intensified that heat, that fire of passion. He wanted to growl, wanted to be an animal tonight. She was his female, she belonged to him. He doesn't care if she's his mother.
He drove his fingertips along her thighs, her belly, her breasts, her nipples. His lips did the same, trailing along her skin.
"Breeding...Ughhh..." Whispered Anarungu, the word coming off his lips. He straddled her waist, wrapping his arms around her and laying his head down. His cock was ready to explode at any second, her tight cheeks clenched and pulled with each penetration of his huge cock. He couldn't believe that this woman had given birth to two children. One of them himself.
"Yes, yes... breeding... Breed me," Gnelsey whispered back, closing her eyes. Each thrust of Anarungu's cock against her cervix gave off vibrations and earthquakes throughout her entire body. "You like fucking your Mama bird? Putting a baby inside her?"
"Yes... yes... I love it. I love it so much... Mmmmmm...." He bit his lower lip to hold back a scream. He pulled out and turned Gnelsey onto her back. She obeyed her glistening thighs and legs parted for him as she lay on her back. Her legs were spread, her dark bulging cheeks hanging out in front of him, waiting for him to return.
Not just a return. They were expecting to be inseminated. Expecting him to empty into her. Right in there. It was a passage and an invitation to the most blissful place in the entire world. Nothing could be better.
Anarungu sat up on his knees and put his manhood back inside Gnelsey. She bit down on her breast, holding back a moan. "Akgghh.... Yes... yes... That's it... Deeper."
When he reached the end, shivering as if from a severe illness, as if he were a near-death experience, she wrapped her legs around him. He couldn't move anywhere from her now, and he couldn't change his mind. The path was only forward.
Her thick big legs and thighs hugged him so sweetly like pillows. Her legs and skin with muscles shook mesmerizingly as he began to pound. He pounded, going in and out, pumping, but not like he always did. He took a fistful of her lush hair and touched his forehead to her forehead.
"Not lips." She didn't want to kiss. Not yet. He moved in and out, staring into her. His other hand kept driving over her skin, probing mama's nipples, feeling the milk, the oil, her warmth and hot heat.
She awkwardly met his confident stare, though she kept wanting to look the other way, wanting to drown in blissful sensations. He was looking at her so fervently - she had to answer her fledgling's gaze. She exhaled a few times with a groan, feeling the rush of pleasure, climaxing after a few confident slaps. His cock was perfect, so big, so lustful, looking for a way in. He was greedily pumping his own mother, forcing its way through her pussy, in, barely withdrew and back again, all the way in.
He loved her so much, and he wanted her so much. "Anaragwan never wanted me like this... akghhh..."
Her closed legs trembled, closing in on Anarungu, her feet and toes going up and down, shaking and trembling.
He kept looking at her, his glance widening after each entry, sometimes he would reach out to kiss her, but she would not give in. The oil already mixed with the sweat of both their bodies, the slaps sounded louder, brighter, wetter. It was two bodies copulating like animals. And she liked it. Why did she like it?
She never liked conceiving a child. Not with Anaragwan, not with Anarungu.
"Agkghhhhh... What are you doing to me... Anarungu..." she uttered through muffled low moans, her cords shuddering and trembling with each of his ardent sweet full of sonorous love thrusting and entering deep inside her.
"Trying to make the most marvelous and healthy baby for you, Mama. For us."
"Akgghhhh... How..." Her whole body shuddered, her tight halves gripping his hot cock even tighter, her buttocks tensed, retracting, shaking in waves with each thrust. It was as if she was trying to get her body under control, but she couldn't. Her brain was struck again by the spearheads of love and pleasure, hitting right on her exposed nerves. "AKGGHHHHHHHHHH."
Anarungu tore off all her clothes, all her ceremonial stuff. He was dressed as he came into the world. Completely naked, just like her.
Sometimes he slackened his fervor and entered slowly, following her breathing, obeying Mama's rhythm, sometimes he increased the pressure, unable to control his hips. He let go of her hair, and touched her breasts, her belly, her legs, which were entwined behind his back.
"Why is everything inside me...burning...akgghhhh...my nestling," whispered Gnelsey, her teeth chattering at another powerful penetration. She continued to stare into his eyes, he stared into hers.
"If every conceiving will be like this... then l... Ughhhh".
"Then what?" barely mumbled Anarungu. His cock was burning with fire. His balls were more ready than ever.
"Then I am ready to conceive an entire tribe...akgghhh...yes....Akgghhhhhhhhhh!" She shuddered again, her brain exploding with a wave of joy, her lips quivering. There were hurricanes and tremors all over her body.
"Akgghhhhhh, I'm doing the best I can, but I can't hold back any longer... MAMA... I'm almost..." He reached up to kiss her again, but again she wouldn't let him.
"No, no kiss."
"Yes, yes... I'm better than Anaragwan, Mama. I'm better than my father..."
"Anaragwan." Gnelsey closed the eyes.
"Look at me!" He stopped his hips. They stopped. And Gnelsey opened her eyes in horror and consternation as the streams of happiness ceased. At that moment he entered again. They were so wet, their bodies so hot. How long this night, this moment, lasted already? He squeezed her breasts, increasing the rhythm of the hot strokes.
"I'm better than him... I'm better than him... I'm better than the old fool. Am I worthy of you?"
"You... akgghhhh... my nestling. akgghhhh."
Oh, she was so gorgeous. Her pleasure-drunk look, her mouth, her nose, her eyes. Anarungu forgot his question for a moment.
"I am worthy of you..." He didn't try to hold back, and pounded her, preparing to meet the end. Gnelsey placed her hands on his back. He was going to impregnate his mother again. Cum deep inside.
She caught the slight notes of harshness, the loss of rhythm, Anarungu's lack of control over his body. His hips were bucking, he couldn't help himself, he was shaking, and with it, his cock. His balls were clenching, ready to shoot out. He moved back and forth, his hips moving on their own, separate from the rest of his body. His eyebrows arched in confusion. He was beautiful in his love for her. She had lived a long life and had seen sons forget their mothers. Did Anaragwan know his mother? Men forget them as soon as they are old enough.
But not Anarungu. Not her nestling.
"Akgghhhh... Mommy!!! Akgghhhh."
Her nestling loves his mother more than any other son.
"You are worthy of me, my nestling," she said... "My beloved, my life.... I love you." She clamped her legs around him even tighter, squeezing his body.
"Akgghhhh... Mama... Yes, I am worthy of you. I'm better than father..."
"You're better than... father."
They looked at each other. Anarungu reached out with his lips and she responded with a kiss. As sweet, as passionate and ardent as his. She sucked herself into him, their tongues entwined in a hot, loving kiss. Anarungu couldn't hold back any longer.
This moment was too magical.
"Fill me up! Please! Put a baby inside me!" She moaned through their kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Agghhhh...agghhhh...agghhhh....agghhhh....Mama!" He had no control over his hips, trembling, thrashing. "Akgghhhh...Ma-a-a-a.... Mama!"
He gave himself over to the moment, his cock entering deep. His body folded in a semicircle and he finally came.
"AKGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Yeaaah. Anarungu!"
Everything inside of him lit up with hot fire, burning. His cock spurted a sweet strong powerful jet, white, into her womb. Right into the pussy of his dearly beloved mother, his bird. His cum, enhanced by the fruit, saturated mother's womb, everything inside her. He was shooting hard and long. Millions of little tadpoles looked for a way in, unaware that it was the same womb that bonded with them and created them. Nature is amazing.
They kept kissing the whole time he pumped his mother with cum. It shot streams, jets, huge streams like never before. Never.
"Acgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Mama."
"Let it all out...Anarungu...into me...into your mother...My beloved son...Father of my children."
He released a bit more into her, deep inside, as she held him firmly with her legs. He could feel the white liquid dripping out of her onto the ground, touching his thighs. It was all smeared all over Gnelsey's body, her wide hips.
"Breeding..." Anarungu said again, their mouths separated and streams of saliva dispersed from their mouths. He let it all out and he was empty. He could feel it, and there was also so much cum....
"Look at the mess you've made... So much... Fetal fluid... Oh, yeah..."
She covered his eyes and folded his arms, taking a few confident breaths. He was still inside her, his ears ringing from the deafening orgasm. He could barely hear what was going on around him.
"I'm taking a new fluid inside me, a new child, a new baby." After a couple seconds, she guided her hands to him and lowered him to her breasts. He was still inside.
"You did your best and now you can sleep, baby." She slipped the nipple into his mouth and he obeyed, sucking on the sweet milk.
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Anarungu woke in the dead of night, drenched in sweat. His head throbbed. He was terribly dry. The air inside their small tent felt suffocating, thick and stale.
He hurried outside and collapsed near the stream, greedily gulping down the water, his hands digging into the dirt to steady himself.
Even through the night, Anarungu felt the presence of a shadow looming over him. It was a man, a hunter, watching him, observing him closely.
"Go away... whoever you are... before I kill you... Go away!" Anarungu growled, struggling to stand, but his legs gave out beneath him. He shuddered and looked again at the unknown figure. He squinted through the darkness of the night and recognized the man.
"Father."
The same broad shoulders, the same stern gaze, though his eyes now held a ghostly sadness. Anaragwan stood there, silent.
"They drove us out, cast us away. Lynx will kill them all, but what can I do? They're stronger than us. You taught me how to kill the Blue Lynx, but I can't..."
Anarungu stared into his father's empty eyes.
"I'm not like you. I'll never be like you, Father."
"I know," the figure said. It was his father's voice. "And I died at peace knowing you'll never be me. You are their new Chief."
Anaragwan reached out, helping Anarungu to his feet. When Anarungu looked up, his father was gone. He was alone again, surrounded by the empty jungle.
"Never forget what tribe you belong to."Tribal Hunt Pt. 06
Tribal Mother\Son story. The End.
CHAPTER 18. FOLLOW THE STAR
Anarungu returned to the tent, slipping in without a sound. Gnelsey was asleep cradling Angas, offering him her breast. For a moment, he imagined how this life could suddenly come to an end because of the Blue Lynx.
"As long as the Blue Lynx exists, we cannot know peace." He ran his hand down his mother's arm, from shoulder to fingertips. Her soft bronze skin, a little sticky from sweat, still warm from their wild love.
"No one should separate us, though it's quite possible this time... I may not return. But I will do this for you, and for our son." He looked at Angas, who, though not Gnelsey's son, was dear to them as if he were. "I am still their leader, even if they no longer wish it."
"Anarungu?" Gnelsey looked up at him through her sleep. "Why are you awake." She reached up and put him to her other breast, which had the scent of milk. He took the nipple with his mouth, devouring the sweet vitality. The ripe sweet liquid splashed into his mouth.
"Where have you been? Is something wrong?" She became wary when Anarungu withdrew from her chest and embrace.
"I'm off to destroy the Blue Lynx, once and for all. I was going to leave without telling you, but I'm not going to make the same mistake twice, so you should know."
"WHAT? Anarungu, what are you saying? You told me we will live here and restore the tribe. Do you want to go back to the horror we ran away from? I agree to be yours! I am yours, Anarungu. I love you."
She put the sleeping child aside and took his hands in hers, a fire burning in her eyes the likes of which he had never seen before. She said it even slower so that Anarungu could catch the meaning of her words.
"I love you, my nestling. Now I know for certain--I only want to be with you. Anaragwan was my husband, but you, Anarungu... What we shared frightened me at first. I tried to resist it, and I was such a fool. I was scared of my feelings and wanted to push you away, but..." She smiled, and a single tear fell. A clear tear, and Anarungu brushed it away, running his hand over her lips. "No matter how hard I tried to push you away, you never stopped loving me. I love you, and I know with absolute certainty now that you're the only one I want to be with."
"Stop it. That's not true." Anarungu did a long deep sigh. "You are lying, Mama. I know it. You're just trying to make me stay. You're manipulating me... "
"No, Anarungu," she whispered, grasping his neck firmly and guiding his hand to rest over her heart. His fingers sensed the wild rhythm of her heartbeat beneath his touch, her skin was so hot. "Now I realize it, after today.... The night when I mistakenly let you do that in me, and when we created a new life..." She looked at Angas. "I thought it was the greatest mistake of my life, but I see now that it was fate binding us together. I will never deny you again, and that feeling is mutual. I love you!"
"Don't." Anarungu didn't understand why he felt so confused. "If you're lying... You're hurting me. There's still a part of you that wants to reject me. There will always be that part of you and I found the way to live with that. You don't really love me that way. It is not mutual, Mama..."
She kissed him with all the passion. Anarungu recognized the unique taste of his beloved mother, who had cared for him through countless long winters and summers. She was now nursing their child and, before long, would carry another beneath her heart.
Her tongue slipped inside, and Anarungu felt a surge of emotion unlike anything before. She had never kissed like this before. She craved him, needed him as desperately as air. Her tongue moved with purpose, her lips pressed against his, savoring every sensation, trying to capture him totally. She kissed like it was their first time, realizing for the first time how beautiful her son was. He was so young, brimming with life, energy and a love so pure and fervent, devoted entirely to her.
She was his.
Summoning every ounce of strength, Anarungu pulled himself away. As he withdrew, she reached out, yearning to kiss him once more, to taste her son one more time, but he held her by the shoulders.
"I have to leave. We can't be together if the Blue Lynx destroys us. First the Blood Bird, then us. I can't let that happen."
"But you can't go and leave us. I'll do whatever you want and whenever you want, Anarungu. I need you. We had the best night together, I can't lose you now..."
"I'm sorry, Mama. I'd rather fight and risk my life than live in fear of being killed or separated from you. I promise I'll come back."
She took his hands in hers, and he could feel the warmth emanating from her, her heat. Gnelsey's skin was covered in goosebumps. Her bare bronze body was perfect. Anarungu pulled his hands from her grip, and hurried out of the tent.
"Anarungu!"
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Anarungu left their small camp and headed straight for Blood Bird's territory, moving quietly through the trees. Hidden within his clothes was a set from the Blue Lynx tribe.
After changing, he climbed up into the branches, moving closer to Blue Lynx's hilly camp. Under cover of night, he slipped into the chief's hut. White Stranger was exactly as he had the last time Anarungu saw it: still.
Anarungu carefully approached the body, studying it. He reached out and drew a large, white blade--gleaming like sunlight--from the dead man's grasp. He broke the handle and fit the blade into his glove, replacing his knife. The sharp white blade nestled perfectly, ready for his use.
With a swift swing of his new weapon, Anarungu sliced off Stranger's head, sending the dead totem crashing to the ground. Some bones shattered with a crack, while others crumbled into dust. From the severed neck, a small object fell out.
Anarungu picked up the amulet, unlike any battle charm from the tribes. He examined it with wary curiosity. Suddenly, it opened like a shell. Anarungu flinched but didn't drop it.
Inside was the image of a star--the brightest in the night sky. He recognized it instantly. Otherwise, it was empty. Anarungu closed the amulet and placed it on his head. It felt both cold and warm.
Footsteps approached outside the hut, and Anarungu quickly hid, weapon raised. A boy entered. Taller than before, Kalhan had a scar across his neck. Seeing Anarungu, he narrowed his eyes in hostility.
"Kalhan? Don't wander off..." Khaleana called, following him. She stopped, stunned by the sight of the White Stranger's body. "Kalhan, did you do this?" She was holding a child in her arms, though Anarungu hadn't had a chance to see him up close.
"Him!" Kalhan pointed at Anarungu.
"I've come to finish things with the Blue Lynx," Anarungu said, stepping forward, still holding his weapon at the ready. The boy tried to strike him, but Anarungu swatted him away as if he were a bothersome fly.
"This will make my brother very angry," said Khaleana, adjusting the hefty infant in her arms.
"That's the plan." He moved closer, looking at the boy. "This... He's our son, Gnelsey's and mine." Anarungu put away his weapon and ran his left hand over the boy's head. He was a big, healthy, perfect son.
"You have a fine boy, Anarungu," Khaleana remarked, noticing the spellbound look in his eyes. Meanwhile, Kalhan was inspecting his mother. The boy looked at her bare legs, her hips, her belly, and of course her breasts, which were barely masked by some blue cloths. Her breasts were open to put a nipple to a newborn's mouth at any time. And Kalhan looked longingly at her firm, great, large, bulging, beautiful breasts, even though he knew it was wrong.
"Can you lead the women of the Blue Lynx tribe to my new camp? You know where it is. These women and children deserve a second chance, but I'm not going to leave them here to rebuild the Blue Lynx."
"Do you want me to take them and make them part of your tribe? Betray my own tribe?" she was shocked by his audacity.
"Lynx, Bird. The only thing that matters is Us. Humans. We can always create a new tribe, Khaleana."
She didn't hesitate for long.
"Gharcha built the Blue Lynx around strength and breeding warriors... but I just want to live, to exist, to love. The women will listen to me. Let's go, Kalhan."
"What? And leave this murderer here? He killed my father! You're not even going to do anything about him?" the boy muttered.
"You know the rules. He killed your father, so he is my new husband. Come, or I'll punish you."
"Stupid rules!" he said, hitting Anarungu again before storming out of the hut. Khaleana kissed Anarungu deeply, lingering for a moment before pulling away. And before she could leave he said.
"Name the boy Anaragwan, after my father."
Khaleana nodded and left.
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Anarungu rushed out of the tribe's borders, darting between trees to move swiftly and silently. Shadows from the dawn light played over the ground as he passed, making him blend into the forest. He spotted Lynx hunters gathered around the Blood Bird shrine, sharpening their weapons. Khaleana was right.
By morning, he finally reached the Bird tribe's village, his former home.
The villagers recognized him. Why did he return? Anarungu made sure everyone could see his new, shining weapon.
"The punishment for disobedience is..." one of the guards began near the main tent entrance, lunging at Anarungu with a spear. But Anarungu was faster. He slashed through the spear's shaft, then sliced cleanly across the guard's thigh. His blade moved through flesh. The guard stumbled, clutching his leg, as Anarungu brushed past and entered the tent without waiting for permission.
The Elder sat by a small fire, looking older and frailer than Anarungu remembered.
"Why have you returned?" the Elder asked.
"The Blue Lynx is coming to kill you, and you're just sitting here doing nothing?" Anarungu said. "They're gathering around."
"And we will fight them." The Elder raised his smoking pipe to his lips, unshaken. "Better tell me, Anarungu, how is my daughter? How is my dear Gnelsey"
"Your daughter?" Anarungu stepped forward. "Your daughter will soon be carrying our second child--and will gladly welcome a third after that."
At this, the Elder rose, letting his pipe drop, his old hands tightening around his staff. But before he could speak, Tat entered the tent. He wore the chief's amulet, its stone glinting in the firelight as he took his place behind the Elder.
"You shouldn't be here," Tat said coldly as he sat down in the chief's spot behind the Elder.
"I have a plan."
"We don't need it," Tat replied, his eyes scanning Anarungu's new weapon. ""We can handle this ourselves. I've already made sure the women in our tribe are pregnant with my fertile seed."
Some of the hunters nervously looked down, shifting their weight.
"Fool. Your seed isn't fertile. You're just like the rest."
Tat's face twisted with rage. "No, Tila..." he started, but Anarungu cut him off.
"I didn't want to tell you that, Tat, but I did it."
"What did you do?" Tat exhaled, the realization dawning on him slowly. He looked to the Elder, as if the old man held answers, as if he could expose the lie in Anarungu's words. But the Elder looked just as lost.
"I wanted you both to be happy. So, when she was in the jungles, I did IT under the guise that it was you."
"No, no... LIE!" Tat bellowed, jumping up from his seat. The hunters aimed their spears at Anarungu.
"He's lying; he's just trying to provoke you, Chief," the Elder said.
Anarungu held up his white blade, moving closer to the exit.
"Get out!" Tat shouted, his voice breaking with rage and madness. "Get out and never come back, or I'll kill you for everything you've done to me and our tribe. You're a Tribe Devourer."
"I'm sorry, Tat."
"I don't care. If only I could take it all back--I'd never have let you become chief. That day, the day of the Hunt... I should have left you to die."
Anarungu slipped out of the tent, a sharp pang twisting in his heart. It was painful to see Tatar'Atu like this and to hear such words from him.
"It's all my fault. I deserve it. And right now I need a new plan," he murmured, fingers tracing the Stranger's amulet around his neck.
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Toward evening Anarungu returned to their new camp with Gnelsey. She did not notice him, and sitting with her head by the water was washing her body. He watched Gnelsey run his hands over her shoulders, her breasts, not without admiration. The sight of her body glowing in the weak night light gave him goosebumps.
And in the whole area, he's the only fertile man.
"Who's there?" Gnelsey covered her boobs with hands, scrutinizing the figure in the darkness. "Anarungu? You're back?" She rushed over and hugged him, her tight tense nipples nestled against his body. She placed a kiss on his lips.
Energy rushed through him and he relaxed a little in her embrace. The tension of the last few hours melted away. She drew his head close, pressing him gently against her neck. Anarungu inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her bare skin--a blend of milk, fresh water, and the warm, salty trace of Gnelsey's maternal skin.
"I won't be angry if you tell me that everything you told me wasn't true. That you don't love me like a husband. That I'm still just your son, just your nestling."
"You are my nestling," Gnelsey uttered at his ear, stroking his hair, his back, his arms. "But that doesn't stop you from being my husband. I meant every word, Anarungu."
He lifted his head to look into her eyes, searching for the truth in them.
"So... Are you mine? Truly?"
She smiled at the novelty of the question. "I am yours, Anarungu. And I've always been yours. I was wrong, okay?" She ran her hand over his cheek. " You're a wonderful son, and the way you love me fills me with joy. I love you too, Anarungu. You're an incredible husband."
He smiled as he looked into her eyes. She smiled back and rested her forehead against his. It was a magical moment, and Anarungu wished it could last forever. He let the moment flow.
"Why have you returned? Have you changed your mind?" she asked quietly.
"Not exactly." Anarungu took out the amulet around his neck, and Gnelsey recoiled in fear, peering inside.
"What is this?" she asked, trying to discern the drawing in the amulet, and Anarungu pointed to the sky, at a star.
"A star? What does it mean?"
"I don't know yet, but something in me says I need to go toward that star and see..."
"I'm coming with you."
"No, Mama, that's a foolish idea. Stay here with Angas, where it's safe. I don't know where I'll end up."
"I didn't ask for your permission, my nestling." She placed her hands firmly on her bare, curvy strong thighs. Her gaze was unyielding. "I'm tired of you leaving me behind, running off and leaving me alone. The Chief's wife belongs by his side. And don't you dare argue with me! I brought you into this world--you can't command me."
Clearly, arguing was useless.
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Gnelsey placed Angas on her back, bundled them both warmly, and they set off. Both Anarungu and Gnelsey smiled like a pair of lovebirds, and Gnelsey found herself marveling at herself.
"How did this happen? I used to be so firm, so unbending. I never let your father control me or tell me what to do... But now... I've admitted that I love my son, and I'm glad I bore him a son of his own."
Anarungu walked ahead, using the Stranger's sword in a glove as a weapon. It was dark, and he kept glancing at the star.
"Where did you get that?" she asked, hinting at the sword.
"It's a long story."
"More secrets," she sighed. "Amulet, stars, and now this weapon. It's too dangerous to travel at night, An."
"Dawn is close; it'll be fine, I promise."
They walked for a long time through strange lands. Anarungu felt uncertain about what he was doing. Maybe this was a trap, and maybe he shouldn't be following the stars at all.
"What's your plan to defeat the Blue Lynx? Is Khaleana involved?" Gnelsey asked, following him.
Anarungu froze. "You know about her?"
"Trust me, I know a lot," she said with a smile. "She could be a good match for you, even if she belongs to another tribe."
"But my heart is already taken, Mama."
"Yes, unfortunately, it is taken. By me," Gnelsey said, lifting her head proudly and nodding a few times, pretending to be sad. "So what's your plan?"
Anarungu slowly turned his face back to the jungle. "Burn the Blue Lynx. Burn them all in fire."
Gnelsey was frightened by his tone and for a few seconds hesitated to follow him as he continued on his path. There was so much anger in his words. Did he mean it?
The sun was already high, but Anarungu pressed on, feeling his legs and arms growing numb from exhaustion. The stars had long vanished from the sky.
"We need to stop, Anarungu," Gnelsey said, struggling to move her legs. "Angas is hungry."
"No, we have to keep going. We're almost there; I can feel it. We're close."
"Close to where? You don't even know where you're going."
Anarungu stopped. He noticed that the jungle and vines ahead were becoming denser, shimmering into a blue color. A new scent filled the air--a unique one, warm. Then he heard a rustling sound in the distance.
"Is something wrong?" Gnelsey asked.
"Follow me," he replied.
He stepped out of the thick jungle and she followed him. As they emerged, the sight before them took their breath away. Before them stretched the vast, shimmering sea, its waves rolling gently onto the sandy shore. The water sparkled under the bright sun, reflecting shades of blue and green. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was like music to their ears, something they had never heard before.
Anarungu felt the cool sea breeze on his face, and he closed his eyes for a moment, soaking in the new experience. Gnelsey gasped in awe as she took in the endless horizon.
"So much water."
They stood hand in hand, feeling the soft sand beneath their feet, amazed by the beauty.
"We've reached the edge of the world." Anarungu knelt down, touching the sand. "Do you know what this is? This is a perfect place for our new tribe."
All morning and throughout the day, they splashed in the water, feeling the sand beneath their feet. Gnelsey waded into the water up to her waist, holding their son, while Anarungu watched from the beach.
Angas laughed, enjoying the water, and Gnelsey played with him, wiping his head with her hand. She was laughing washing him.
Anarungu absentmindedly reached out with his left hand to touch the air, as if to stroke Peacock's fur. He nervously and sadly clenched his fist, letting it drop into the sand.
"You would have loved this view, little one," he said quietly, sighing as he gazed at the horizon.
"Anarungu?" Gnelsey came out of the water with the boy, noticing the troubled look on Anarungu's face. "Is something wrong?"
"Everything is fine." He picked the boy and set him down in the sand to play. Gnelsey sat beside him, her legs and skin wet with sand. The grains clung to her chest, covering her nipples. She rested her head on his shoulder, watching the view.
"We could live here together, just the three of us, and know no sorrow. Forget about the Blue Lynx and even the Blood Bird. No one would find us here."
"Maybe not us, but our sons and daughters. They will find us sooner or later, especially after what I did to the Stranger."
"Who?"
"It doesn't matter, Mama."
She lost herself in thoughts and ran her hand along his leg, across his belly, washing him just like Angas. Anarungu was also her son, her little boy.
"Have you decided how many children you want?"
"As many as you can give me," he replied with a determined smile.
"You know I'm getting old and can't rebuild an entire tribe on my own."
"I know," he said, nodding. "That's why I have a plan. We'll bring more women into the tribe, and I'll give them sons. Those sons can grow up and help expand the tribe with their mothers. Together, they'll be the future of our people."
"You're not serious, right? Anarungu? You want to raise a whole generation where sons breed with their mothers?"
"If it worked for us, why can't it work for others?"
She paused to think, the sun warming her skin pleasantly, and the sand felt so soft. "What if the sons wouldn't want to?" she asked.
"They will, believe me. I already know one boy."
Angas fell asleep, and Anarungu put his own clothes under his torso and head to make it softer for the boy.
"The whole idea made me wet, Anarungu. Sons and mothers." She bit her lip a little, watching the water and running her hand over her thighs.
"Berries and Lynx are responsible for this, not us. That's the price of salvation."
"Don't lie to me; you just like the thought of it, don't you? Restoring the tribe through mothers and sons."
Anarungu smiled with the corner of his mouth and she pulled his head up to hers, kissing his cheek softly. "I want you to penetrate me. Right here."
Did he hear it right?
"I want you to do it right here, as hard as you can--so hard that I can barely walk after. I want to feel you inside again, and for you to cum inside me."
"Mama?" Anarungu said, surprised, as she climbed on top of him. Her wide thick hips pressed down against him, heavy and warm.
"Still think I was manipulating you? Show me how much you love me and I'll show you how much I love you." She reached up and bit his ear, biting down to the blood unable to contain her lust.
"Akgghhhh, Mama, what about... What about the ritual?"
"I don't care about the ritual. I want another baby right now, I want twins. Put it right inside my perfect child-bearing hips." She ripped off his waistband and slid her nestling's cock right into her warm hot motherly pussy.
"UGhhhhhhhhh..." Anarungu didn't expect how wet she was inside there. He straddled her waist, squeezing his mother tightly.
" Oh how I need this now... I love you, perfect mate."
Anarungu moved his hips uneasily, this was a position he had never tried before, and Gnelsey took the initiative entirely. She moved in a way that made him dizzy. Her strong hands pressed his head right against her breasts.
"Mommy is here, Mommy will take care of you, my baby. Kiss my breasts, taste my milk."
He kissed her nursing nipples, tasting the sweet milky flavor. First one breast, then the other, sucking the liquid in equal amounts while Gnelsey moaned in contentment. His cock pounded thrusts inside her, hitting Mommy's cervix. Thrust after thrust, and each bump sent an earthquake through her entire body.
The taste of milk, their lovemaking, each penetration and her words awakened in him some oddly peculiar feeling of love he thought he could never experience. "I've dreamed of this since I was a child. I was dreaming of you accepting me as your new husband and us being together. You and me, without my father."
"I am yours, Anarungu. You are better than your father, my nestling. YOU are better than....akgggghhhhhhh... oh yeah!!! So good."
She kept her hands on his neck and the back of his head, cuddling him to her boobs as if trying to hide him from nightmares of the outside world and comfort her favorite little son. Her fingers traced small circles on his skin, and her steady heartbeat thumped softly.
"My nestling.... Ughhhhh!!!"
Anarungu wrapped his arm around her lower back, pressing her close as his fingers traced along her spine. He couldn't hold back; waves of pleasure rushed through him, clouding his mind. His hands moved instinctively, gripping her softly, then firmly, scratching her back to the point of bleeding, as he lost himself in the sensations, his breaths quickening with every touch.
"Akgghhhhhh...Mama... Mommy..."
"I want it deeper, I want it as deep as I can...akgghhhh. This cock I've created is just gorgeous, it's ideal." She moaned out softly again, either from pleasure or pain, as Anarungu ran his nails down her back again. His hips jerked savagely with each hard push, the slamming of her hips against his. She planted herself with all her weight, pressing him into the ground.
"It hurts, but it feels so good," Gnelsey kissed his head, his forehead. "I want to feel it inside... I'm thirsty... Remember the first time you wanted me, no matter how long ago it was. Remember the first time you thought of me as a woman, not your mother bird... Go ahead, think of those emotions and finish inside your own mother. Give me as much of your fertile seed as you can, my baby."
Anarungu kissed and nibbled on her breast and nipple as she nuzzled his head. He recalled the times he had peeked at his parents copulating. It happened very rarely, he recalled the first time he'd been interested in her breasts, how he'd thought of her as a woman.
"If I keep bringing it up... there will be too much... inside you," whispered Anarungu.
"I can take it, Anarungu."
He bucked his hips, stemming her motions, and started to move on his own. His hips rose and dropped, thrusting into her tight pussy with wild intensity. Her insides gripped him so tenderly and firmly. Each thrust was accompanied by sticky goo, their fluids mingling.
"Akgghhhh... mama... I remember, I remember." He thought back to those first months and years, when he had made up his mind about his feelings and knew for sure that he wanted her. That he only wanted his mother. The emotions of curbing those raw strange emotions woke up in him again, just like back then. Those feelings had been slowly dulled because of his father, who had always been there to make this love impossible. But now his mother belonged to him and him alone. She was his wife and he could give her as much as he wanted.
Her teeth and her whole body were shaking with every massive and hard pounding, smacking. "Oh y-yes...I can feel your passion...Akgghhhhhh....that hurts...keep going, keep going! Give Mama everything you've got!"
"AKGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! You're not ready for this..."
She shuddered from the impact of another orgasm and grasped at his black locks, nearly ripping them out. "Show me how much you love your Mommy...I want to know!!!! Ughhh... You hurt me so much... You don't feel sorry for me..."
He let himself be swept away by the rush of young love, savoring it with the rich, sweet taste of milk flooding his mouth.
"'Give it to me, give it to me. I want to know how much you love me, your mother and wife, Anarungu. Akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Everything started to blur in front of his eyes, his mouth and tongue went numb, and the pain in his heart began to slowly subside, getting ready to explode.
"Don't forget to breathe, baby... akgghhhh... you are so rough, Anarungu, with your mother."
His brain was ready to burst, he groaned, biting her sweet nipple right from his babyhood. He was flooded with a wave of incredible love, pleasure straight out of his boyhood. From those days when he realised he wants to fuck his own mother bird.
Every nerve in his body surged and his tip, hitting and colliding with the entry of her womb exploded and shot so much cum inside her womb that Gnelsey felt a belly pain.
"AKGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Anarungu groaned, tightening his grip on her back so much that she thought he would break her spine.
"So much..." barely finding strength said Gnelsey, she grabbed his head and kissed him as he continued to shoot lumps, clots, ropes of cum. There was so much seed that it began to spurt onto the sand. But Anarungu was not going to stop and released more into her hungry mother womb.
She kissed him, cupping his head while his mind was blown up and engulfed in a hot fire, an ardent love for her. He moaned through the kiss, unable to hold back the torrent of animal pleasure and the insemination of his own mother.
"I see you didn't spare any seed for your mother," she said, running her hand between their legs, picking up clots of thick fluid with her fingers. "Looks like you don't need any fruit to increase the fertility of the seed. You just need me."
He flooded her so much. She was right. She is the only one who can make him cum like a waterfall. Anarungu rested his head on her bosom, still holding her lower back in a tight, deadly grasp. His breathing was so rapid like he was panting.
"How are you feeling? Are you better?" She realized in surprise that his cock was still hard inside her. "Why are you still..."
"Because I want more. And because I want to hurt." He got up with her to avoid waking up Angas, who had somehow managed to stay asleep.
"Anarungu!" She yelped, hanging onto him and nearly screeched as he lowered her onto her back in the sand. To her even greater surprise, he proceeded to slide inside her, in and out. He penetrated her again, and fucked her, pushing his way in.
"Akgghhhh, Anarungu..." She was clawing at his back now, sand sticking to her sweaty back.
"You asked me to make it painful. I'm doing as you asked. You asked if sons would want to breed their mothers? You'd be surprised how quickly we can expand the tribe this way!"
He penetrated her, holding her curvy thighs and bronze breasts. Her two cheeks squeezed his cock. His hips moved so fast, so sharply.
"UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." She recalled their first times, when he'd first tasted what it was like to penetrate his mother. And he'd done it the way he wanted, as hard and sharp as he could.
"I'm going to love you forever, Mama. And we'll have so many children."
She could barely hear his mad love whispers, her ears ringing with pain and pleasure and shaking. Anarungu gripped her sandy breasts, squeezing out the sweet milk. It was like she was a thing to him, an object. And she was a bit enjoying it.
"I will love you forever, Anarungu. I promise.... Akgghhhhhh... And we'll always be together..." She kissed his lips, though he continued to press down and penetrate her perfect baby-bearing thighs. Mama bird and her nestling.
She could literally feel his every thrust pushing her hips apart, something that usually happens for women in labor. But he was doing it now with her, during this moment of raw hot passion. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!!!! You love me too much, Anarungu... I can't feel... my legs."
He penetrated and fucked her even faster, completely exhausted. "Akgghhhh... akgghhhh..." He moaned like a wounded animal. "Mommy... Akgghhhh... I feel so good..."
"Harder... You can be harder, do it harder! Ughhhhhh!!!" Gnelsey wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper and harder against her with each shove.
"Why that feels so good" He did as she asked, even though it appeared impossible to both of them. Anarungu increased the activity of his hips even more. "...I...Akgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! MAMA!""
He spurted his cum, blasting it straight into her already seed-filled womb with his seed. His mind erupted with flashes of lightning and bright colors--blue, red, and green fire in every shade imaginable, and Gnelsey pushed his hips and cock into herself as deeply as she could, aiming his cum precisely into the womb.
"Mommy's here, will take care of you." She wrapped her arms around him, letting her son lie on her, even though her thighs were burning with pain. She even regretted a little for suggesting he do it so roughly, but only just a little. Anarungu let out new streams into her, emptying himself completely.
His heart was ready to jump out of his chest.
"My nestling, my son. My beloved Anarungu." She stroked him, holding him close, filled with his fluids. Anarungu looked at the water and felt as if he had returned to his childhood. Far, far back into his childhood.
And it was so good.
"My baby."
CHAPTER 19. RED BIRD RISEN FROM ASHES
Anarungu lay back, his chest rising and falling as exhaustion and contentment mingled. He pulled Gnelsey close, her body still trembling and warm, filled with his seed.
Gnelsey rubbed against him like a creature drawn to its mate, almost feline in her movements. They lay in the sand, and Gnelsey, resting on her nestling's chest, repeatedly brushed her cheek against his strong torso. Her hands roamed over his stomach, legs, and arms. She rubbed against him like Peacock, unable to contain her emotions.
"What are you doing, Mama?" Anarungu whispered, staring at the blue sky.
"To be honest, I don't know," Gnelsey answered. He could feel her heartbeat through her skin, through the intensity with which she pressed herself against him. "I just feel good--so warm. Full. My mind burns with thoughts of you, of us--our children, our tribe, our future together."
Anarungu's smile flickered, and then disappeared. He glanced at Angas, who was sleeping nearby.
"What kind of life can await us as long as the Blue Lynx and the old Blood Bird exist?"
"Just forget about them," Gnelsey murmured, rubbing her nose against his ribs and kissing his chest, slowly drifting off to sleep. "They will never find us here."
He cradled her head in his hands, pulling her even closer, her body sinking into his gentle hug. His voice was low like a rumble. "Sleep, Mama. Let this night be yours--no fear, no worry. While new life grows inside you, rest." He kissed her forehead.
They seemed to switch places. As a child, she had been the one to hold him, to put him to sleep, to kiss his forehead and promise that he should know no trouble that night. But now, he was her protector, holding her as if the world outside no longer mattered.
"My... little nestling," Gnelsey said, closing her eyes and falling asleep. Anarungu stayed awake, tucking a fur around her and smoothing something under her head.
He twirled the Stranger's blade glove in his hand and opened the amulet once more.
"You were heading to the water but stumbled along the way," Anarungu said, snapping the amulet shut with a soft click. "Your story is no longer relevant."
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When Gnelsey and Angas woke up, he convinced her to return to the camp, even though it was a long journey. Finding the camp was harder than they expected, but they arrived eventually.
"I'm so tired," she said, sitting by the stream near their tent and placing Angas on the grass. The boy was already crawling. Anarungu scooped the boy up and cradled him in his arms.
Then, the sound came.
Gnelsey turned her face away, her body trembling as she vomited into the grass. Sweat beaded down her forehead, and she gasped for breath. Despite the strain, she managed to sit up, her lips curving into a smile. Anarungu lowered Angas to the ground and sat beside her.
"It happened again," Gnelsey kissed Anarungu on the forehead, and then pinched Angas's cheeks before kissing his forehead as well. "We're going to have another baby."
Anarungu didn't smile. He stared at Angas for a long time.
"Anarungu? Aren't you happy?" Gnelsey asked.
"I'm happy, Mama. I'm glad, but there's something I have to do. I need to finish what started with the Hunt and what my father taught me."
He pulled away from her, and Gnelsey reluctantly took his hand. She gripped it so tightly that her knuckles whitened. So many emotions were behind her eyes. So much fear.
"I have to bring more women, Mama. And I must stop the Blue Lynx," he said.
Gnelsey's eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let go of him. "Anarungu. I don't want you to leave. I can't lose you now. Not when I've finally realized... I want you more than anything in this world. I want you by my side, here, with me."
He crouched down, her grip still firm around his hand, and he pulled her closer, their hearts beating in sync. Her breath hitched as he pressed his lips gently to hers. Soft. Tender. Dark pink against dark pink.
Her grip loosened, her fingers slipping from his hand as their kiss deepened. Anarungu lost himself in the kiss, his hands roaming through her hair, along her neck, and shoulders.
"There is no force in this world that can tear us apart. There is nothing stronger than our love."
Their lips met again, but when Gnelsey finally opened her eyes, Anarungu was already gone. The hollow emptiness in her heart settled as she held Angas close, her arms wrapping around him. She quietly began to cry. "My little bird... My nestling."
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Meanwhile, in the Blood Bird tribe, tribesmen were busy. The warriors were preparing for the inevitable clash with their enemies--hunters setting traps, artisans strengthening defenses, and the people working to fortify their position.
"What should we do with the women?" the Elder asked Tatar'Atu, who was cloaked in the garments of Blood Bird Chief. Tat watched looked at old man with a cold gaze.
"Gather the women and children into one hut. All men old enough must be ready for battle."
"Yes, Chief. That is the right decision," the Elder replied.
High above, Anarungu sat hidden among the thick branches of a tree, his body blending into the foliage. Like a bird, he watched, observing what was happening in the tribe. His eyes darted around, watching as the women were herded into one large hut.
"You lead them into one hut. That's good. You are nothing without them," Anarungu thought. He felt someone's gaze on him. He froze, instinctively shifting his attention to the source. Perched just a few branches away, a bird sat staring back at him. It was a red bird--the kind his tribe had only ever seen in the sky. But as he looked closer, Anarungu realized the bird wasn't truly red; it was the sun made it appear blood-red and crimson. The bird, with a crest on its head and dark eyes, seemed to be watching Anarungu. First with one side of its head, then the other.
"The time of the Blood Bird has passed. The tribe must die to be reborn. I'm sorry," Anarungu said. The bird made a sound, then leapt and flew away. "Can't believe I'm talking to a bird," he muttered with a sigh.
The evening sky burned with the fading colors of dusk. He descended only when he saw smoke rising from the jungle in the distance. Blue Lynx is here. He jumped down and, bypassing any obstacles, quickly reached the hut. It was indeed filled with women, and even a few children--the last remaining ones.
"Anarungu?" called one of the older women, the same one who had helped deliver Gnelsey's child. "You shouldn't be here."
"I know I shouldn't. There are many things I shouldn't have done. But one thing I always had to do was win the Hunt. I am your chief, and I've always been loyal to my tribe, even when they decided I was no longer worthy of leading."
The women watched him with nervous anticipation, their eyes darting to a strange new weapon in his hand.
"Gnelsey and I made a camp. It's far, but it's safe..."
"You want us to abandon our home and our husbands?" one of the women interrupted.
"No," Anarungu replied. "I want you to survive. None of you should be victims of what's happening here. This place will become ruins. If the men are cursed by the berries, then you--you are the only future and hope this tribe has. You have to survive."
The women exchanged nervous glances until finally, Gindotola, a young girl Gnelsey had once considered for him to take as a wife before the Hunt, stepped forward and agreed. One by one, the others followed her lead.
"We will go with you," Gindotola said, "but if you're deceiving us, other Blood Bird hunters make you pay."
Anarungu smiled faintly. "I have no doubt."
A low roar cut through the air, a battle horn sounding its call. "Blue Lynx," he said grimly. "Follow me, quickly."
Anarungu led the women around the camp's edge, moving carefully to avoid being seen. He pointed to a hidden path. "Take this route. Go straight, follow the sun, and you'll reach my mother's camp safely."
"You're not coming with us?" Gindotola asked with concern.
"I can't," he replied, glancing toward the chaos behind. "I have to stay and help the Blood Bird."
Leaving the women to follow his directions, Anarungu slipped back into the settlement. It was exactly as he had imagined--Lynx against Bird, and the Bird stood no chance. The camp was a storm of battle cries, clashing weapons, and spreading flames. No one paid him any mind; all eyes were locked on the fight.
Anarungu approached one of the huts, and drawing his flint, struck it with the blade. The strike of the Stranger's white sword sent a cascade of bright sparks, which he directed onto the hut, the grass, and the trees.
"What are you doing?"
The voice startled him, though he didn't stop. The Elder stood behind Anarungu, calm despite the chaos around them.
"Breaking the Blood Bird curse, Elder," Anarungu replied without turning, continuing his work.
"You shouldn't be here," the Elder said, stepping closer. "You should be taking care of my daughter."
Anaravansan suddenly grabbed Anarungu's arm. Anarungu turned his head, expecting the old man's gaze to be filled with hatred and malice, as it always was. But instead, there was a different kind of anger--a frustration not because of what Anarungu was doing, but because he wasn't with Gnelsey.
"I exiled you so my daughter could be saved from the Blue Lynx," said the Elder, and for a moment, Anarungu froze. "Run, save yourself. We cannot defeat their tribe, and your father knew that."
Anarungu swung his blade again, and sparks flew as the hut before him burst into flames, blazing as bright as the sun. The fire spread quickly, licking hungrily at the wood.
"I will not hide." Raising his right hand, Anarungu plunged the cold steel into the old man's chest.
"Ughhhhh..." Anaravansan dropped his staff, clutching at the blade with trembling hands, cutting his palms.
"I've dreamed of doing this for so long," Anarungu said. "You gave me a wonderful mother and wife, Anaravansan. The mother of my children." He twisted the old man toward the flames, driving the blade deeper. "But as an Elder, you were terrible. Blood Bird deserved better."
"Anarungu..." Blood poured from the old man's mouth as Anarungu shoved him directly into the fire. Standing over him, blade still dripping with blood, Anarungu watched as the flames consumed the still-living man--watched him choke, wheeze, and convulse as life slowly drained from his body.
He watched, the fire blazing in his eyes. Because of this, he missed his chance to escape, and the flames completely blocked any way out. The fire leapt to the trees, shrouding the tribe in a dark, choking cloud. The jungle burned along with the village.
The fire consumed everything--Blood Bird, Blue Lynx--it didn't matter. Flames cared nothing for the color of your clothes. Anarungu watched coldly as men were swallowed by the blaze, their screams drowned in its roar.
"From the ashes, the bird will rise again," he whispered, weaving through enemies as he watched the chaos and flames. "I might not make it back, Mama. Forgive me."
Someone lunged at him, but Anarungu raised his blade in defense. The attacker carried a weapon similar to his, though the blade was different.
"Time to pay for my hand, whelp," Shazram growled, his face shadowed by a scruffy gray beard. He swung his weapon again, shoving Anarungu to the ground. "Too bad I couldn't kill your little pet. Tatar'Atu is already dead--now it's your turn."
Anarungu froze. "Tat is dead?" The news of his best friend's death hit him like a blow, stealing his breath. Shazram saw his chance and smirked. With a swift slash, his blade tore into Anarungu's side. Pain seared through him as he cried out and fell to the ground.
"Tila thought her new young lover would save her," Shazram sneered. "The Blue Lynx is the strongest tribe. And you--you killed my son, Anarungu. I'll avenge Scar's death."
The smell of blood and roasted meat hit Anarungu's nostrils as he hurled a clump of dirt into Shazram's face.
"Arghhh!" The old man stumbled, flailing his weapon wildly, and crashed backward into a burning wooden post. His back seared with the heat; though he didn't ignite, blisters bubbled across his skin. The scent of charred flesh thickened in the air.
Anarungu stood up, ready to keep fighting. But in that moment, something massive slammed into one of the flaming hunters, sending him sprawling to the ground. It was a lynx. The creature sank its teeth into the hunter's charred neck, tearing into the crisped flesh and feasting.
Then another lynx appeared. And another. Two. Three. Four. Ten. They pounced on anyone the fire hadn't yet claimed, ripping through them with savage efficiency.
One of the beasts lunged at Shazram, drawn by the scent of burned meat and blood.
"Arghhhh... Help!" the old hunter cried, his voice ragged with terror, just as the lynx's jaws closed around his neck, silencing Shazram forever.
Anarungu heard a snarl and drove his blade into the creature that lunged at him from nowhere. The blade sliced through the lynx's gut mid-air, spilling its insides before it collapsed lifelessly. Blood sprayed across Anarungu's body and face, stinging his eyes as he wiped them.
There was no way out. Fire and beasts had sealed every path. Weaving through burning trees and crumbling huts, he moved carefully, avoiding the flames as best he could. Ahead, through the swirling smoke, he saw him, Blue Lynx chief.
Gharcha Sharp Fang loomed large, cutting through anyone or anything in his way--human or lynx.
"I have to kill him before I die," Anarungu whispered, gripping his blade. But then a shadow rose over him. It was a massive lynx, unlike any he had ever seen. The beast emerged from the smoke, its eyes fixed solely on Anarungu, its blood-stained muzzle twitching.
Anarungu steadied himself, holding his blade forward as he stared into the creature's hollow, unreadable eyes. It came closer, each step deliberate, its muscles coiled with lethal power. But then, a strange feeling crept over Anarungu. Those eyes...
The beast crouched, preparing to pounce. In a desperate move, Anarungu let out a whistle. The lynx froze.
"Peacock?" he whispered. The enormous lynx's ears flattened against its head, and to Anarungu's shock, it lunged--not to attack, but to lick his face. Its massive paw, the size of his head, pressed against him as it nuzzled closer.
Anarungu wrapped his arms around Peacock's neck. "I can't believe it's you. I should never have left you. Forgive me... forgive me." His tears evaporated almost instantly in the searing heat around them. Breathing grew harder as the smoke thickened, but Anarungu didn't let go.
When he finally released Peacock, the lynx stepped back, its intense gaze locked onto his. It stood still, waiting, anticipating its master's command.
"We must kill the Blue Lynx." Anarungu whistled and headed deeper into the settlement.
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Not a single living soul remained. Almost everyone was dead. Lynxes prowled the ruins, slinking through the carnage but steering clear of Anarungu, wary of the massive Peacock at his side. Blue Lynx warriors, Blood Bird tribesmen--all had fallen. All but one.
"Anarungu," growled Gharcha. Blood soaked his body as he stood atop a mound of corpses, gripping an enormous spear in one hand and a knife in the other. Even the lynxes avoided him.
"Gharcha." Anarungu raised his weapon, tilting the steel blade to catch the light, ensuring the brute saw it.
"You defiled the sacred totem. You desecrated the White Stranger."
"Yes. I did."
"Why..." Gharcha asked, his breath ragged.
"I thought it was obvious." As Anarungu spoke, Peacock began circling its prey. The sheer size of Gharcha's body seemed to entice it. "To make you angry."
"Kgh-h-h-h... You... Khaleana... She will help me..." Gharcha wheezed.
"Khaleana is on my side. She always has been. I took all your women, and I killed all your men. You should never have crossed the Blood Bird."
A fire ignited in Gharcha's eyes, pure rage consuming him. With a roar, he lunged, swinging the spear. But Peacock struck first, its massive beak sinking deep into Gharcha's arm.
"Aghhh!" Gharcha bellowed, his fingers loosening, the spear slipping from his grasp. With a snarl, he grabbed the enormous lynx, hoisting it off the ground. Its sharp talons flailed, tearing at his flesh, but his brute strength prevailed. The crunch of Gharcha's knuckles breaking under the lynx bite. He slammed his other fist into its belly, sending Peacock screeching to the ground.
Anarungu seized the moment, driving his sword deep into Gharcha's leg, tearing a chunk of flesh from bone. The giant stumbled but didn't fall. Lynxes circled all around, the fire and smoke choking the air, burning Anarungu's lungs with every breath. Despite the suffocating chaos, the battle raged on. Anarungu focused all his strength on driving his blade into Gharcha's heart, dodging each deadly swing of the chief's knife. Peacock tore into Gharcha's arms and legs with its beak, slashing his body with sharp claws, cutting away piece by piece.
"You'll die here with me," Gharcha growled, collapsing to one knee.
"Perhaps... I will," Anarungu replied. "But my children will live on after me. What have you left behind? We could have coexisted, but you chose this path."
Summoning his last reserves of strength, Gharcha lunged at Anarungu, his hands clamping around his throat. Anarungu thrust the cold, long Stranger's blade deep into the Lynx chief's heart, pushing with everything he had. Gharcha's grip loosened, and he fell back, the blade still embedded in his chest.
Yet Gharcha wasn't finished. Slowly, he pulled the blood-red blade from his body, his legs trembling as he staggered toward Anarungu, step by step, holding the weapon that should have killed him. Death lingered just out of reach.
"You've given me your only weapon," Gharcha rasped as Anarungu retreated.
The fire roared behind Anarungu, its heat pressing against his back. He whistled sharply, and Peacock pounced on Gharcha again. This time, the Lynx chief toppled backward. A shrill, heart-wrenching screech followed. Peacock collapsed beside him, a blade buried deep in its fur chest.
"No," Anarungu gasped, rushing to lynx. Peacock's wide, panicked eyes searched his face for help. "I'll pull it out. I'll save you," he whispered, but Peacock resisted, writhing to keep him away. The blade had sunk too deep.
Then the creature, scanning its surroundings, grabbed Anarungu by his clothes and dragged him toward the fire. The last thing Anarungu saw was Gharcha's body and the smile on his lifeless, unblinking face.
Peacock pulled Anarungu out of the flames, through all the smoke and fire, taking the full brunt of the damage. It dragged him deep into the jungle, covered in scratches and severe burns, before finally collapsing.
"Peacock?" Anarungu crawled toward his friend, and the creature whined when it saw him. Peacock didn't move, just lay there, looking at Anarungu. Its eyes pleading for help.
"You saved me again, little one. Peacock," Anarungu said, his hand stroking Peacock's fur. He just stared at him, helpless to do anything more. He felt the heavy beating of Peacock's heart and heard its mournful whimpers. There was nothing Anarungu could do to save him.
Anarungu looked into Peacock's eyes, quickly pulled a blade from its chest, and with one sharp, decisive strike, ended its suffering.
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Khaleana's legs ached with exhaustion. She kept walking, carrying the heavy Anaragwan in her arms, leading a dozen women behind hder.
"I'm so tired, Khaleana. My belly hurts." Tila followed Khaleana. She struggled to keep up, her steps slow and heavy as she neared the final month of her pregnancy. The other women assisted her, despite her being from a different tribe.
"We're almost there. We just need to keep walking. Kalhan, don't run too far," Khaleana said as Kalhan got distracted again and ran ahead with the other children, waving his spear and striking at the leaves.
"Boys always try to run off," said one of the women walking behind Khaleana. "We should have stayed at the settlement and waited for Gharcha."
"Gharcha is no longer our leader!" Khaleana replied firmly, and the woman didn't argue. "It's here."
They finally reached Gnelsey and Anarungu's camp, but there were more people here. There were many women dressed in red robes and only a few children scattered among them.
"It's the Blood Bird!" someone behind Khaleana muttered angrily.
"Blue Lynx!" a voice from the camp called back.
"What are we doing here, Khaleana? They're our enemies!" said the woman behind Khaleana.
"We have no enemies left. Our main enemy should already be dead by now. Gharcha used us, killed our babies, forced us to give birth only to the children he needed. Enough."
A woman emerged from the tent. She was holding a small child in her arms, her black hair flowing beautifully over her shoulders and back. Khaleana's heart stopped at the sight of the boy.
Gnelsey surveyed the newcomers. She looked at Khaleana. "Anarungu...?"
"He's not with us," Khaleana answered.
Gnelsey nervously swallowed and tried to hide her unease. Her gaze lingered on the boy in Khaleana's arms. She couldn't look away.
"Our tribes have always been enemies. Our men are dead," Gnelsey said.
"Yours, but not ours!" one of the Blue Lynx women spoke up before being interrupted by the Blood woman.
"There was a fire... We saw the flames. Everyone died in it."
The Blue Lynx tried to deny it, the women wanting to believe it wasn't true, but along the way, they could indeed smell the remnants of a large fire.
"If we want to survive without our men, we must stay together. There is no more Blue Lynx and no more Blood Bird. There is only us," Gnelsey continued. "And if I'm wrong, your hunters will find us here."
"We stay," Khaleana said confidently, looking at her women. They had no choice but to agree.
"Mama, she scares me," Kalhan whispered, his eyes fixed on Gnelsey.
"She's the last one you need to fear right now," Khaleana said with a calm smile.
The two groups filled the camp. At first, they stayed apart--the blues on one side, the reds on the other--but over time, the reds and blues finally mixed. Tila helped the two tribes get along though she was clearly sad because of Tatar'Atu.
"Do you love my son?" Gnelsey asked, standing closer to Khaleana,
Khaleana smiled. "He loves only one woman, and it's not me." She brought Anaragwan closer to her. "His name is Anaragwan."
Gnelsey, her heart frozen, looked at the boy. She reached out and touched his face. He was so big, so strong. "Just like Angas when he was born," she thought.
"This is your and Anarungu's blood," Khaleana said.
Without thinking, Gnelsey stroked the boy's head, and Anaragwan grabbed his real mother's finger. Khaleana's words barely registered as Gnelsey let out a soft laugh, tears brimming in her eyes for reasons she couldn't understand.
"He is beautiful," Gnelsey whispered.
Khaleana gave her a knowing smile, and then reached out to touch Angas. The boy glanced at his true mother, curious.
"Lynx!" a woman suddenly shouted, pointing to the jungle.
Panic rippled through the camp, but before anyone could move, something stepped out from the shadows. Ears and fur appeared, but it wasn't a lynx--it moved too steadily, walking upright.
Anarungu lifted his head, Peacock fur on his body, and looked at everyone in the camp.
"Anarungu..." Gnelsey rushed to him. She hugged him as tightly as she could, placing her free hand on the fur. "I thought... I thought I'd lost you," she choked out.
He didn't return her warmth. Anarungu looked at Gnelsey, then and Khaleana. "I survived. Gharcha is dead. They're all dead."
"What happened?" Khaleana asked. The other women listened nervously.
"Someone set the huts and jungle on fire. The flames took everything."
The women, in shock, tried to come to terms with the loss of their men. Shock and grief swept over the women. Both tribes had suffered the same loss--all their men were indeed gone.
Khaleana moved closer, and Anarungu, calling her over, hugged her with his second arm. With one hand, he held Gnelsey, with the other, Khaleana. His head touched both women at once. In their arms were Angas and Anaragwan.
He slowly exhaled, savoring the scent of his women.
Finally. Peace.
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The next morning, they headed toward the sea. Anarungu wanted to get far away from the fire and the two camps as soon as possible. Any disputes or misunderstandings between the two tribes were quickly quieted by Gnelsey and Khaleana.
"Is this a real lynx pelt?" Kalhan asked, running alongside.
"Real," Anarungu said. "It belonged to a friend of mine."
Kalhan studied the fur with awe.
"Do you want one like it?"
The boy nodded.
"You'll have one--when you become chief after me. For now, it's too big for you." Anarungu glanced at Khaleana, walking ahead. "Tell me, Kalhan, do you love your mother?"
Kalhan nodded.
"I see the way you look at her. You love her more than you even know yet. Just like I love my own mother, don't you? Do you like her body? Her face?"
Kalhan's face flushed with embarrassment. He quickly ran to join the other Blue Lynx children, who were mostly girls with only a few boys around the same age.
Someone touched Anarungu from behind, a soft hand. "You need to give her another child," Gnelsey whispered, looking toward Khaleana. Anarungu didn't have time to respond. "I'm already pregnant. All these women--they will expect you to give them children, but Khaleana must be the first. There are very few boys here, and by the time they're grown, many of these women may no longer be able to have children. And when the boys grow up, they can take any wife they choose. Even their own mother--just as you wanted."
Anarungu smiled and said nothing. "You will always be the best of them all," he whispered before Gnelsey slipped away into the crowd of women.
"What's that over there?" Tila asked, pointing ahead. Anarungu stepped forward, leading the group out of the dense jungle and onto the shoreline.
Gasps filled the air as everyone froze in awe. The vast, endless sea stretched out before them, shimmering white under the horizon. They had never seen anything like it.
"This is our new home," Anarungu announced.
The initial fear melted away, replaced by wonder and excitement. Soon, after having some fun in water, everyone, even the children, pitched in to build temporary shelters--tents and small huts set back from the shore.
Only the pregnant women rested, though there were few of them, including Tila. Khaleana and Kalhan set up their own tent with a canopy. She handled it with surprising skill, far better than the others. Kalhan sat nearby, holding his younger brother in his arms, glancing between the sea and his mother, thinking Khaleana wasn't noticing his curious gaze. Quietly, he studied her, captivated.
He became so engrossed that when he turned back to the sea, he only then noticed Anarungu standing there. The lynx pelt was gone, and Anarungu stood there, smiling at him.
"Who's there?" Khaleana asked, turning around. "You startled me, Anarungu. Do you need something?"
Anarungu stayed silent, his gaze shifting from Kalhan to Khaleana. She raised an eyebrow, puzzled, then spoke to her son. "Kalhan, go play with other kids. Or better yet, take your brother to Gnelsey--she has a special connection with Anaragwan."
Kalhan hesitated but got up and left, clearly reluctant. It seemed he would have preferred to stay and watch his mother a little longer.
Khaleana lay on her side, resting her head on her hand as if posing for Anarungu. Her body, damp from water, seemed to glow. Her full breasts were alluring.
"So, what does my husband desire?" she asked.
Anarungu sat beside her. "I've been rude and unfair to you."
"Yes, you have. Very rude," Khaleana confirmed. "You've hurt my feelings many times."
"And yet you helped me. More than once."
Khaleana chuckled softly. "Let me guess. My help with the mating ritual with Gnelsey helped you?"
"It helped a lot."
Khaleana rubbed his back and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I'm willing to do anything for my husband."
Anarungu responded with a kiss. He took her by the neck and pressed his lips to hers. Khaleana looked at him in surprise. Her taste was different from Gnelsey's--young, tender, moist, and slightly tangy. He touched her breast, and milk trickled onto his fingers. Khaleana moaned.
"The tribe needs to expand. I am still your husband, am I not?" he stopped the kiss to ask.
"You're a fool, Anarungu--so young and inexperienced. You can't even understand when a woman loves you madly." She looked into his tired eyes, her gaze full of tenderness and love. "Lynx rules don't apply anymore, but you are still my husband. Give me another baby."
She pushed him onto his back with ease--Khaleana was slightly taller and stronger. She was Gharcha's sister, after all. She sat on top of him and all the air suddenly went out of Anarungu. Her wide thick hips pressed against him and she guided his cock into her.
"Oooooh, yes... Now you can't get away." She moved, bouncing on his cock, savoring each deepest penetration. She was surprised when he grabbed her hair, because he couldn't reach her neck, and pulled her to him. Anarungu wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips finding her nipple as he hungrily drank the milk from her breast. "That's... not for you." Khaleana laughed through the moans, wincing as his hand pressed firmly against her lower back.
She moved, flexed on him, letting his cock explore her pussy. She did it skillfully. "You'll remember this time for a long time," Khaleana whispered. Anarungu moved as well, he thrust his hips, penetrating her, her tight hole. Warm milk flowed down his throat. It tasted like Khaleana's sweet lips, and different from Gnelsey's milk. Your mother's milk always tastes better than other women's milk.
"Mmmm...I like the way you bite down on my nipples, my young husband... Ughghhh... But you grip me too tight."
He tipped her onto her back, not without effort, positioning himself between her legs. She straddled his ass, pushing him deeper and deeper inside her with each penetration. "Didn't I teach you...akggh...that you have to be gentle when making a baby? That you should look into the eyes of your beloved... Anarungu... Such a bad learner...."
He released her nipple from his mouth and kissed Khaleana, continuing to ravish her with powerful penetrations.
"Ughhhh, ughhh, ughh. Ana... Anarungu... You are so... strong." She trembled under his onslaught and each greedy hot raw thurst, her legs jerking in the air.
"My gentle husband." She smiled, her jaw twitching as Anarungu broke off the kiss to catch a little breath. His hips didn't stop for a second.
"Khaleana...I...akgghhhh." His balls clenched into a lump, he held back a loud moan. His legs and arms trembled, along with his lips, and unexpectedly for them both he released his seed. Stream after stream, straight into her womb. He groaned, releasing everything he had inside her pussy. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Mmmm.... What a nice feeling." Khaleana smiled, feeling each shot inside her belly. Her hand squeezed his balls, sucking everything from him and leaving nothing for his mother.
He rested his head on her neck, his lips kissing her muscles, her chin. Khaleana stroked his hair, her other hand resting on his ass as his hips shuddered with each tip explosion.
"I hope it will be another boy... Beautiful, fertile and strong..." whispered Khaleana. "You were amazing. So warm inside... You make me feel special, Anarungu."
"You are special." He pulled his cock out and white liquid squirted out of her. There were so much of it.
"We'll have as many children as you want." She kissed his cheek, hugging him and savoring these moments together.
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Anarungu left her when it was almost night and walked along the shore, watching as the women settled in. He entered his tent and saw Gnelsey sleeping with her arms around Angas. She looked exhausted, with Peacock's fur under her head. He lay down next to her and hugged her from behind, his arms around her stomach.
"Mmm... Anarungu?" Gnelsey opened her eyes and yawned, turning her head toward him. "Where have you been?" She looked into his eyes.
"With Khaleana."
Gnelsey smiled and tugged at his cheek. "Good boy. You did a right thing. She's a good girl. Anaragwan is a great baby. Was it your idea to name him after your father?"
He nodded and touched her belly, her breasts. "I love you, Mama. Just you..."
Gnelsey smiled. "Awwww. Anarungu. I love you too, my nestling. And nothing will keep us apart." She shoved her breast into his mouth. Sweet, motherly fluid filled his mouth. It was his mother's milk. Best one.
She wasn't surprised when he moved between her legs. Nothing could hold him back or stop his love and burning desire to fill her, to breed his own mother.
"Do you still have anything left for your Mama?" Gnelsey put Angas away when with a sharp thrust Anarungu entered. He penetrated her right all the way in, balls deep. His hand pulled all the excess stuff off Gnelsey's body.
"Remember how you tried to hurt me our first time? When I wanted to do it inside," he whispered. "And now you're craving for me to do it in you, to give you children."
"I was a fool." Gnelsey wrapped her legs around him and grabbed his hips. "Fill me, fuck me deep, my baby. Fuck your Mommy with love."
He put his elbows on the ground, hovering over Gnelsey, and began to move. Forward backward, forward and backward, savoring each slow raw brutal penetration. Each flash of pleasure and emotion exploding in his mind. He looked into her eyes and she looked into his.
His heart raced, and so did hers. "You're so gorgeous, Mama."
Her hands stroked his back, touching every muscle, every line, every curve. The sea was the background music of their lovemaking. He drowned in her dark eyes, his jaw twitching with each penetration all the way down, each touch of the pink tip with her womb.
"I created...akgghhhhhhh... Anarungu...I created a perfect mate. Show me how much you love your Mommy." She bit her lip, holding back a moan. Anarungu kissed her breast and took some more milk, first from one breast, then the other. He slammed into his Mama bird. With each passing moment the force and speed of the strokes increased. He expanded her pussy with each thrust, each homecoming. Gnelsey managed to climax several times, clawing at his back, his thighs. Her legs jerked, air escaping with a moan from her mouth, not for a second did she stop looking into his eyes during these moments of orgasm. Even when he was busy with her breasts, emptying them to the drop.
"The best...pussy...I'm almost...Mama...The perfect pussy...for...continuing my bloodline. My own mother."
Gnelsey spread her legs and then clasped them together again around Anarungu, straining every internal muscle to sting him inside her as much as possible. He licked her, intensifying the spanks and thrusts. It was no longer possible to stiffen, his balls were ready to explode, they clenched and strained, filled with baby cream.
"The best feeling a woman can experience... To be filled by her son. My little nestling... Harder, come on... come into me, into your mommy. Come on... Do it... My chief... Round my belly to the fullest... Put all your children in me... My grandchildren... Your brothers... Your sisters."
"Akgghhhh... akgghhhh" the air came out jerkily, his chest muscles too weakened, all his strength going into his hips. The thrusts of his pelvis were getting harder, not steady, wild, sharp. His knees were hitting the floor. He licked her cheek, her neck.
"So...tight... Mommy..." He slowed, wanting to prolong the pleasure, but Gnelsey grinned and grabbed his hips and continued to enter, thrust after thrust.
"Fill me up..."
He froze and pulled out all the way to the tip, his cock wedged between her thick pink-dark cheeks, her muscles, her thighs.
"One...last...thrust...For you...Mama..." Anarungu barely uttered, looking into her face. She was expectant, mouth open, eyes intoxicated with pleasure. She reveled in his love, as any mother revels in the love of her young son, and waited with anticipation for him to fill her. Anarungu looked down at his quivering cock.
"MOMMY...UKGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH...YES!" He entered, with all his strength, wrapping his hands around her head, entering fully with his cock all the way in, clashing with her womb. Her hands wrapped around his ass and pressed inward even deeper as far as she could. "Ugh, ugh, aghhhhhhh..."
His balls throbbed upward, the distance between his testicles increasing and then decreasing, throbbing and contracting. And a huge stream of semen rushed straight through his cock into Gnelsey's womb. Her cheeks and muscles held his cock in perfect position so that every full thick semen entered precisely inside, straight into the very depths of her pussy.
"Feed me, Anarungu" she could smell his sweat, he wrapped his arms around her head and looked into her eyes. She watched his crazed look, his mouth quivering, his eyes pleasuringly.
"Akgghhhhhhhhh" A moan came out of his mouth as if he was in pain, like he was having a seizure. He was in a state of the most tender feelings a son could have for his mother. Gnelsey could see it in his eyes.
He was cumming, long, with joy, and deep. Anarungu mooed something unintelligible, and Gnelsey tried to kiss him, taking load after load inside. His nerves were exploding with insane pleasure. He'd barely regained consciousness after the last shot.
"You filled me," whispered Gnelsey, her other hand massaging his back and balls.
Anarungu was unable to utter anything, he couldn't say a word. Sounds simply refused to transform into words.
"Don't say anything..." Gnelsey grinned, still reveling in his love and his desire for coitus with her. "I'll give you as many children as you want. And you'll be the perfect father. The best of all."
Anarungu, clutching her neck and body tightly, his cock inside her, full of their fluids, lay on her breast, feeling her nipple with his cheek. And fell asleep, as soundly as he could. In his mother's arms.
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Anarungu woke up to a gentle nudge on his leg. "Does Mama want to play again?" he thought, rubbing his eyes. His blurry vision cleared enough to see Gnelsey sitting with sleeping Angas in her arms. Fear was clear on her face. Something was at Gnelsey's neck. Anarungu focused and saw it--someone's hand.
Tatar'Atu stood over Gnelsey, holding Stranger's cold white blade close to her throat. He was badly hurt--his body burned, red, and bloody. The injuries looked excruciating. The hand holding the blade occasionally twitched in pain, threatening to cut Gnelsey.
"Tell her. Tell her what you did to our tribe, Anarungu," Tatar'Atu rasped, his voice hoarse. He still wore the chieftain's attire, including the hat, though all the red feathers were burnt black.
Gnelsey stared at her son in horror, waiting for what would happen next.
"And what will you do afterward?" Anarungu asked.
Tatar'Atu's lip trembled with pain. "You destroyed everything I loved. You wiped out my tribe, took my wife, and made me feel special--only to take it all away." His hand shook again.
"Tat, you can stay with us. Tila is here, she is waiting for you. We'll start fresh with a new tribe, OUR new tribe, free from enemies."
"No..." Tat shook his head. "You got her pregnant. I can't stay with her knowing I'll never have kids. I won't raise your child." He pressed the blade tighter against Gnelsey's throat. She whimpered as a drop of blood dripped to the ground. "Now, tell her."
Anarungu sat back, settling in, and looked into his mother's eyes.
"I burned our tribe to destroy the Lynx and Bird men. Blood Bird men were useless, infertile, and treacherous. They had to die."
Anarungu tried to read her emotions, but he saw nothing in her deep black eyes. Meanwhile Tat watched the child, Angas, sleeping in his mother's arms, blissfully unaware of danger.
"You are monster, Anarungu. There used to be four of us. Now there's no one left." Tat pulled the blade away. "I should have never let you win Tribal Hunt." With that, he vanished from the tent.
Gnelsey embraced Anarungu. "My nestling. I was so scared. He could have killed our baby."
"It's over now," Anarungu said, gazing at her hair, her body, and holding her close. He slipped out of her embrace and hurried outside.
The white blade lay in the sand, but Tat was nowhere to be seen--neither along the shore to the left nor to the right. Anarungu saw footprints in the sand ahead of him, leading to the water. A wave rolled in, washing over Anarungu's feet. The water erased the tracks.
He looked at the waves, the cruel water, and the way the moonlight shimmered and danced on the surface. "He's gone."
Gnelsey followed him outside. They both were watching the water.
"I betrayed my best friend and I destroyed our tribe to break the curse. You can be angry, Mama but I did what was right... I... I'm sorry. " He struggled to explain, but Gnelsey gently took his hands. The moonlight was shining in her eyes.
"You did what you had to, my nestling." She kissed his cheek. Gnelsey took his hand and placed it on her warm belly. "We'll start anew. I'm sure they knew their doom was inevitable. All of them were doomed, except us. My father knew it too. We'll have a new tribe--you, me, and all the women. Now, we all belong to you. Our fertile chief."
Their foreheads touched as the waves whispered around them.
"You've changed my life forever, my little bird. Maybe you did something terrible, but you're my son. I'll always share all your pain, all your life. I'll stay by your side until the day we die."
Anarungu caressed her belly--the place that created him and would bring forth their new tribe.
CHAPTER 20. MOTHER AND SON
By the water, a group of women busied themselves with their daily tasks--stringing amulets, weaving clothing from vines and seaweed, or repairing old hides. Their faces carried faint wrinkles, and their bodies bore the signs of many pregnancies. One of them, heavily pregnant, rubbed her belly with a sigh.
"Carrying my fourth is so much harder than the other three... ugh," Gindotola groaned. "It's bouncing so much, I feel like it's ready to come out."
"You're just getting older," Tila replied, her tone matter-of-fact. Though older herself, she worked steadily without pause. "I was your age when I carried Tatar'Atu's boy. That's when we first came to this beach camp. It was hard for me too."
"Well, it's always been easy for me," said Khaleana with her usual smirk. Her face, though older, still had the same mischievous charm. She lightly patted her soft stomach. "I'd still have another baby, even now."
"Of course it's easy for you," Gindotola muttered with a sigh. "Anarungu's seed works better with you than with me."
Khaleana touched her stomach, her grin widening. "That's because Anarungu loves me more than he loves you."
She ran her fingers across her lips, and Gindotola glared at her, folding her arms.
"That's not true!" Gindotola snapped.
Khaleana said nothing, but her grin grew smug. "Oh, really?"
"He loves all of you equally," Tila interjected, her voice calm, trying to keep the peace.
"Do you think Anarungu loves all his children equally?" Gindotola asked, returning to her work.
"He used to," Tila said thoughtfully. "I was there for every birth, and I saw how much joy each child brought him."
"He loves women more than children," Gindotola replied with a mix of amusement and bitterness. "It's the process he enjoys most..."
Khaleana smiled knowingly. She had long understood. "Of course, he loves the process--with so many wives."
Gindotola winced as the child stirred in her womb. She and Tila exchanged cold, stony looks with Khaleana.
"We all know he has only one dearest wife," Gindotola said firmly.
Khaleana snorted. "Gnelsey is his mother, not his wife."
"But he loves her more than anyone else," Gindotola muttered. "And he's always most eager to put children inside her." No one argued--not even Khaleana.
"Sometimes I wonder what my father thinks. Or my husband, who was with me so briefly--one of the young hunters from the Bird Tribe. He loved me deeply. And sometimes, when Anarungu is giving me yet another child, I wonder... do they see it? My father hated Anarungu, just like my husband did," Gindotola said, her voice heavy with emotion. "Do they see him mating with me under the bright moon, the fire crackling, with us kissing and moaning? He's so rough sometimes, but so passionate."
"Let them watch if they must," Khaleana said dismissively. "Anarungu is a magnificent lover and a worthy chief."
All three lowered their heads sadly, even though gossiping about him used to be their favorite pastime. After all, he was their only man, one way or another.
"Why did he suddenly decide to give up being chief? Why now?" Gindotola asked sadly. "Under the old rules, stepping down meant permanent exile."
"The rules have changed," Tila replied. "Anarungu changed them. Now he can step down if he wants, and a new Hunt will be held to choose the next leader.""There are no Lynxes left in this area," Gindotola continued. "I think we'll have to give up the Hunt altogether and find another way to choose a chief. Anarungu has changed so much--he's not the same person anymore. First, he turned away from women. Were we bad wives for him? And now this--abandoning his role as chief. No one even knows why."
"It's because of Gnelsey," Khaleana said. "Her strength is gone, and she's not young anymore. After six children, it seems she can't conceive again. I think that broke him."
"Maybe," Gindotola said thoughtfully. "She hardly ever leaves the hut now and barely talks to anyone. They always had a unique bond, something special. I guess it can be true. Still, it's strange that she let her son father children with her--let him into her sacred womb."
"I've always wondered what that's like," Khaleana said, biting her lip. The other two women exchanged uneasy glances but chuckled softly.
"We all have young sons, and some older ones," Khaleana continued. "I've always been curious. How did Gnelsey feel, giving six children to Anarungu? Is it different somehow? When your son fills you with life, and you give him another child just like him? Must be so thrilling."
Tila and Gindtola were silent for some time.
"It doesn't seem right," Tila said at last, shaking her head. "And I'm too old for this kind of talk. But you two -- "
"No, this is wrong," Gindotola said firmly. "You can't mean that, Khaleana. You already have more sons than anyone. You have Kalhan. Don't tell me--"
"My eldest son, my Kalhan, is the most special son. The others are still too young, but Kalhan... If only he wanted to, I'd let him do anything. And I mean it. Anything."
Before they could say more, a group of children ran past, laughing and playing, scattering the women's work.
"Hey! Stop messing around, or I'll tell your parents!" Khaleana called after them, shaking her head. "They're just like their father."
"And their mother," Tila added with a smile. "She and I were the same age once, and she was such a naughty girl."
The women laughed, enjoying themselves. Once again, Khaleana was savoring her time in the new tribe.
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The fact that the youths, who had been children only yesterday, were now grown men might have been one reason Anarungu chose to step down as chief. The young men stood in a line, listening to the new Elder (now a woman) talk about the rules of the Hunt.
Khaleana focused on one hunter. Young, handsome, strong, with broad shoulders and a scar on his neck.
Their eyes met. Kalhan smiled at his mother, and Khaleana smiled back. He looked at her with a curious, almost hidden expression. He always did this after Anarungu announced a new Hunt to choose the chief.
Tribal Hunt was a tradition of the Blood Bird, accepted by them, though neither Khaleana nor most of the other women and kids had ever been part of it.
In the Blue Lynx tribe, the strongest and most ruthless led. If Gharcha were still alive, Kalhan would have been dead by his hand. Yet it was clear Kalhan had the same blood in his veins. So big and strong.
For some reason, Khaleana wasn't afraid of the wild animals catching up to him, or that this might be the last time she saw her son. Kalhan had always been an excellent hunter, always trying to be like Anarungu. The man who killed his father had become a new father figure to him. Khaleana smiled at the thought.
By evening, the hunters began returning with their catch. Khaleana stayed in the same spot, watching. Occasionally, Anaragwan would run up and tug at her hair, but she would wave him off, telling him to go play with the other children.
"I'm the new chieftain," said one of the hunters who had brought back the largest catch. Khaleana sighed, disappointed.
"Why are you sad, Mama?" Anaragwan asked, sitting beside her.
"Your brother hasn't come back yet. I'm starting to worry a little."
Anaragwan laughed abruptly. Khaleana gave him a sideways glance..
"Kalhan will only come back when he's sure he's won. Even I know that, Mama." After saying this, he patted Khaleana on the head like she was the little one and unwisest among two of them and dashed off to play again.
"You have a wonderful child, Gnelsey," Khaleana thought. Anaragwan was right. Soon enough, Kalhan appeared, carrying the bodies of two enormous lynxes.
Khaleana exhaled in relief.
"Kalhan! The new chieftain of the tribe!" the Elder proclaimed.
Even the end of the Tribal Hunt did not compel Anarungu and Gnelsey to leave their hut. Perhaps they wanted to savor their final moments together as chief and wife. Judging by the faint sounds coming from the hut - that was indeed that way.
"They're so in love." Khaleana smiled.
Now, the new chief had to choose a wife. Khaleana hadn't even congratulated her son on his victory--Kalhan was too busy with his friends, rivals, and a few young girls.
Khaleana thought about Kalhan sharing his love with someone, giving a girl his seed to carry his child. She didn't realize when the tribe gathered around the fire, her hand resting under her head as she stared into the flames.
He had been such a sweet boy, and now he was a man who needed a wife. She would feel jealous of this girl, as any mother would, but in the end, he would give her many grandchildren. She would love them, and...
Khaleana got too carried away, and her unfocused gaze noticed that someone's figure appeared before her. Who dared disturb her and block the view of her son, who was at that moment making a very important decision?
She glared at the man standing before her and, with a small squeak, realized it was her son.
"Kalhan?" Khaleana said, her mouth falling open.
Kalhan's gaze was unwavering. "I choose you, Mama," he said, extending his hand. "I choose you to be my wife."
"But... I'm your..." Khaleana stammered, looking at the other women, at the confused expressions around them. "I'm your mother."
Kalhan didn't lower his hand, his face firm with resolve. He didn't care.
Khaleana let out a joyful, ringing laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She took her son's hand and playfully hopped beside him, feeling his strong hands slip around her waist to steady her.
"My boy," she whispered softly as he, unable to resist any longer, took her hand and led her toward a hut, leaving the tribe to feast without him. He walked so quickly that she could barely keep up and almost stumbled when he gently but firmly guided her inside with a push.
"Kalhan, are you're sure of what you're doing?"
Khaleana turned to him. He was silent, looking at her, savoring this moment that he seemed to have waited a long time for. He placed his hands on her hips, savoring the warmth of her bronzed skin. He was almost her height, and she had always been very tall, just like her brother.
His eyes devoured her body, his other hand gently pulled down her blue clothes, slowly exposing first one large breast, then the other.
"You're gorgeous, Mama. I have loved you all my entire conscious life, loved you in ways you can't even imagine. I've dreamed of your breasts, your thighs, your bottom.... About you."
Khaleana's cheeks flushed, she felt like a young girl again. "No, it's... it's not supposed to be like this, is it? I mean, I raised you. I gave birth to you."
"Did that stop Gnelsey and Anarungu from being together? I only became chief to be finally with you." He moved his hand into her braids, touching her neck, warm hot skin. His warm hot breath touched her cheeks.
"No, you've wanted this for so long, wanted to be the chief for so long. Could it really be... because of me?"
"Everything I did, I did for you. I learned to hunt, I fought, I prepared for this very day. Anarungu told me so many times how he won his mother in a Hunt. I wanted to do the same. And I did it." His body burned, hot and warm. He licked his lips before kissing her neck.
"Mmmm..., Kahlan," Khaleana moaned, thinking about what she had just heard. His lips traced her muscles, her skin. Her little Kalhan had become a man. "You're burning up, honey."
"I'm burning with anticipation. This is the most important moment of my life." He finally sank his lips into hers, grabbing the back of her head. She tried to tear her lips away at first, to pull away. The sensation of kissing her son seemed strange. But wasn't that what she wanted? The strangeness passed and Khaleana gave in to the kiss, their tongues entwined in a tender, loving kiss. His lips trembled, as did his whole body.
Her hands pulled off his waistband. His cock touched her belly.
"You're...so big." She broke off the kiss to examine him. He was so hard. Her hand went around his cock, her other hand gently touched his testicles, one, the other. "Did I create this?"
Kalhan sank to his knees and hid his head under her waistband. Kahlan's tongue tip touched her pussy, and Khaleana's arms wrapped around his head.
"Akggh...why you...how can you," squeaked Khaleana. "My... sacred womb. Your mother's... your birthplace. You shouldn't touch it."
"I want to taste that flavor," said Kalhan. Inside Khaleana emotions were bubbling up with confrontation. While the emotions of the touch of his lips and tongue with his labia brought incredible excitement, she thought. "I wanted this myself, didn't I? Why am I so afraid of it now then?"
She clawed at the skin on Kalhan's head, her legs trembling, his tongue entering deep, trying to taste her. "My baby boy wants to taste me. How can I say no? Gnelsey was probably afraid too at first. She must have been. And in the end she gave Anarungu six children. Right now Gnelsey and Anarungu are spending the night together."
Khaleana grabbed Kalhan by the hair and lifted him up. "I have created the perfect breeding mate. Penetrate me."
"You want me to penetrate you?"
"Did I stutter? I've been waiting for this since you were born," whispered Khaleana, her heart racing. She lay down on the floor and pulling down her waistband opened her legs lovingly for him. "Go back to the place you came from, baby."
Kalhan licked his lips like an animal, his already large hard cock seeming to get even bigger, even harder, and he fell to her feet. "Do you want your son to penetrate you?" He kissed her feet, his mother's knees.
"Yes, I do. I've waited for this day forever." She opened her sweet red-purple lips with her fingers for him, the mother tunnel.
"I can't believe this is really happening. Ughhhh... Mama," Kalhan gulped, looking only there, only at his birthplace, and crawled closer. His cock was dangerously close, and Khaleana, noticing the uncertainty on his face, decided to take the initiative. It was too late to pull back. Her hand gently taut the skin and then drew his cock precisely inside her.
"Ugghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She gasped, and Kalhan, head entering, moved his hips just forward and entered all the way in. His mouth made some incomprehensible sound and his face twisted with a funny grimace. He leaned in and Khaleana licked his mouth, his cheeks.
"Do you like being inside me? Just like you imagined?" said Khaleana with a chuckle. Feeling him inside of her was amusing.
"It's better than I imagined, Mama," nearly fainting whispered Calhan. He kissed her, wrapping his lips around hers, sucking her in. His arms went around Khaleana's breasts and he started to move, back and forth, finding an awkward rhythm. It was his first time.
"Agghhhh... agghhhh... agghhhh, Mama.... You're so good... so beautiful... I can't believe this is happening... I wanted this for a long time." He touched his forehead to her neck, moving his hips, his hands touching her breasts, caressing her nipples. He pressed her into the ground.
"Fuck your mommy, baby...my Kalhan," she whispered, stroking the back of his neck and back as if trying to send him into a dream world. He was shaking so hard that it seemed after each entry he would be ready to cum. Each entrance could have been his last.
"You're the most beautiful woman in the settlement. I love you so much." His mouth emitted random phrases, kissing the skin on her neck, her collarbones, her breasts.
"Every son should consider his mother a perfect partner. The most beautiful woman... agghhhh... I can't believe how big you are. You fit in my hand when you were born..."
"And now I'm inside you... Bigger than daddy, Mama." At the mention of his own father, Kalhan clenched his teeth and began to enter even deeper and even faster, spreading her thighs just as he had done when he was born. She had been a young girl then and his birth had been a painful experience, his body pushing the bones of her thighs apart, trying to force its way out.
"This hardship was worth it... Now I understand her... I understand Gnelsey... akgghhhhhh!" She looked only at him, trying to find Kalhan's eyes.
They kissed again, their tongues mingling, kissing, joining together, licking like animals. Each thrust spread waves of pleasure through her body, several times the kiss was broken by her moans of orgasm, her other hand rubbing his testicles, tense and ready to explode at any moment.
"I want you to have my babies," Kalhan said after the kiss. His face was red, tense, ready. This was the best day of his life.
Khaleana smiled like insane. And laughed, loudly, louder than her laughter were only the sounds of their bodies slapping, the slapping of his hips against his mother.
"We will have more children than Gnelsey and Anarungu... I want your children... I dream of them... my baby... Oh yes.... It's marvelous..." She threw her head back, drowning again in pleasure. "There is nothing better than this... this love... Give me your children, my beloved Kalhan... My son."
His mouth opened, his brows knitted together, and he clenched his teeth as if enduring pain. A few final thrusts ended it. "MAMAAAAAAA.... I want to give my...babies.... To you...agghhhh...love you... I waited my whole life to do this... UGHHHHHHHHHHHH." He penetrated her balls deep and clots of semen shot right into her womb, inside his own bloody mother. "YEESSS!! UGHH!"
Finally, he did it.
Khaleana smiled, straddling her son's ass. She grabbed his neck with her claws.
"Give. Me. Every. Drop," she uttered against his lips, clearly enunciating each word with such seriousness, as if she was going to kill him if he didn't listen to her.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he groaned, almost screaming, his hips exploding, his balls clenched into a lump, and he continued to shoot out clumps, clots of white perfect fluid full of tadpoles ready to inseminate a woman.
"All for...my...favorite Mommy," he whispered and she kissed him, still keeping her hand around his neck. Her teeth nibbled on her lips, she seemed to enjoy it far more than he did. He was still cumming even through the kiss, filling every space inside her.
"I've been waiting for this all my life.... Mama...." He licked her lips and laid his head down beside her, deathly exhausted, tired. She heard sobs.
"Are you... what... crying, dear?" she said, pulling him against her, his cock still inside.
"I love you so much." He really was crying. "And I'm so glad we're finally going to be together... Mama..."
"Shhhhhh." She tried to comfort him like he was a newborn again. "I am your wife now, Kalhan... My beloved husband. I will always be with you."
He kissed her cheek and drifted into slumber as she continued to caress him like a baby.
"You were right, Gnelsey," thought Khaleana, looking up, feeling their fluids leave her body and something happenning in her belly. A life was being born, their first child with Kalhan. "This is perfect."
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Kalhan woke up in the night. His hunting instincts hummed, sensing something nearby. He rose, ready to protect his mother.
Khaleana was sleeping naked, her arms thrown behind her head, her mouth open. She smelled of sweat and semen. His semen. She was so happy. She was the happiest woman he'd ever seen. Her own son impregnated her.
Kalhan gently placed his hand on his mother's belly, feeling the warmth beneath her skin. She had borne children before, but this one--his future child--would be different. Special.
Kalhan's eyes scanned the hut, sharp and alert, and noticed a person.
A man stood there. Not like the young boys who ran through the village, but a man, older than Kalhan, who was the eldest among the boys. The stranger's head was adorned with ears, the fur of a gray Lynx draped over his scalp. His eyes were knowing as they met Kalhan's, then shifted to Khaleana.
The man was smiling. He removed Peacock's hide and carefully laid it down beside Kahlan.
"Now it belongs to you. Congratulations, new chief." The man lowered his head and hurried to leave, allowing mother and son to be alone again.
THE END