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.”

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.