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.