Tribal Hunt

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.

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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."

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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.