“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.
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