Tribal Hunt Pt.03 by afs4

Tribal Hunt Pt.03 by afs4

Explore the thrilling conclusion of Tribal Hunt Pt.03 in this steamy adult sex story. Discover the passion and desire that unfolds as the characters' worlds collide. Read now for a tantalizing experience like no other.<br/> 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.”