I opened my eyes to a new day. My wounds had scabbed over, my pain had lessened. There was still an ache under my skin, but my body was regaining strength. As my muscles tightened, I felt my power returning. Today, I knew the steps I had to take as the new chief of this tribe. Our stocks had to be renewed; every item had to be remade. Things that would protect us, defend us, and prepare us for the future. The time for leadership had come.
I left my tent. Everyone was waiting in the village square. Women, children, elders, and warriors all turned their eyes toward me. I stepped with heavy and certain steps; as I walked under their gazes, I felt the respect deeply. They greeted me. I puffed out my chest and spoke loudly: "Today is a great day. Today our warriors will go hunting. Our women will take care of the village, keeping the fires alive. Our duty is to hunt animals using our spears, bows, and knives. Our food and water must be complete. We will make clothes to protect ourselves from the cold. We will make shoes so our feet stand firm on the ground."
They didn't fully understand the meaning of "clothes" and "shoes." But even if they didn't, I saw trust in their eyes. They would learn. I turned to Cycnopy, my war chief. "Take all the war equipment, meet me at the village entrance. Take three warriors with you," I said. He moved the moment I finished.
I then called my two strongest warriors. With broad shoulders and thick necks, they could lift huge rocks. I gave them a special task. Carrying the animals we hunted was difficult; so I told them to make new inventions. I described what they needed to do. For me it was simple, but for them it was new. Their eyes sparkled, and they ran to their duties with joy.
As the sun rose, we set off. There was only one reason to move during the day: I could not risk my men in the darkness of night. As we walked heavily through the forest, the chirping of birds and the rustling of branches accompanied us. One warrior approached me and said, "Chief Pre never hunted with us. We are glad you are with us, Chief Ragno. You give us strength and hope." I placed my hand on his head, patted gently, and nodded while looking into his eyes.
Along the way we saw rabbits, squirrels, and small birds. A big hunt had still not come before us. Every small animal we caught was tied by the legs with rope and hung from our belts. Some we placed into pouch-like bags made from the bellies of animals. I ordered them to light a fire and prepare food. "Do not leave here," I said. "When I return, the food must be ready."
I walked silently. In the depths of the forest, I heard heavy footsteps. After a while, I saw the massive bodies of mammoths. Their huge tusks gleamed in the sunlight, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. I did not approach them. I needed to gather my warriors. I returned, ate a few pieces of the meat they had prepared, regained strength, then we set off again.
When we found the mammoth herd, I knew we needed a plan. Those animals were too big. Attacking them would be madness. Just then, in the distance, we saw other hunters. I raised my hand and signaled silence. "Stay where you are. Do not draw attention," I said. We had to watch them.
Cycnopy came close. "These are not from the side tribe. I've never seen them. This must be another tribe," he said. He was right. It was impossible for us to be the only tribe. But I had never encountered these people while scouting.
We watched. They were strong. Thirty, maybe forty warriors. Muscular, disciplined, both men and women. They managed to bring down one of the mammoths with traps. The ground shook as the beast fell. Then they cut it into pieces, filled sacks with its meat, skinned its hide. "You see," I gestured. "They are far more numerous than us."
They gathered their spoils and set off. I had to follow them. I gave the excess I carried to my warriors. "Return to the village. Separate the meat, cook it, smoke it. Work the hides. Wait for us," I said. I took Cycnopy with me. The two of us quietly followed their trail.
For half a day we tracked them. We did not break a branch or roll a stone. At last we reached their village. The sight before me made my stomach sink. Nearly two hundred people. Their women looked as strong as their men. Fighting such a force was impossible. We kept watching.
Their village was surrounded with stone and wood. Even the children played with small spears. I turned to Cycnopy. "We cannot fight them," I said. He nodded. We withdrew quietly.
On the way, we began to talk. "How can they be so many?" I asked. Cycnopy searched for an answer but found none. "If they attack us, what do we do?" I asked. His silence showed he was afraid too.
When we returned, night had fallen. What we had seen weighed on me. My tribe gathered around me, full of curiosity. I told them the truth. They were afraid. I saw the worry on their faces. But I raised my voice. "Do not be afraid. I am here. As long as I live, I will protect you. I, Ragno, your Chief, will be with you in every moment," I said. I had to give them confidence.
But in my mind thousands of ideas circled. What would I do? I had to find a solution. It was not a decision to make in a moment; I needed to plan. From afar, I saw Annabel's friend. She was biting her lip, her eyes fixed on me. Desire stirred inside me. Tonight I would spend the night with her. I pointed my finger. "Tonight you will come to my tent. I must speak with you," I said.
Annabel looked at me with astonished eyes. But my decision was certain. As I walked toward my tent, I saw my warriors completing the tasks I had given. The women were working the animals. The warriors were guarding the village. Everything was running smoothly. But tonight, I would also give some time to myself.
My tent is large and spacious, though still in the process of being built. On one side lie my weapons and war equipment, on the other my bed made of plants and animal furs. Then she enters, Annabel's friend. She comes close, her fingers tracing slowly across my scars, lingering on the lines of my muscles. I sit down on the bed, and before me stands beauty itself, the shape of desire in flesh. I ask her name. "My name is Ygritte," she whispers, her voice soft yet firm. "I am Annabel's sister. I am not a warrior… but I can do everything."
Her words surprise me. I had thought she was only Annabel's companion, yet she is blood, her sister. Still, nothing changes my decision. Tonight, she is mine. Remaining seated, I watch as Ygritte kneels before me, her eyes burning with the same hunger I feel. She wants this as much as I do. Her delicate hands wrap around my cock, stroking slowly, teasingly.
"You keep us alive," she breathes, her lips so close I can feel her warmth. "So tonight, I give you life."
And she starts sucking it. It feels so good, maybe even better than Annabel. We make love like crazy. It is time; I bend her over. I get behind her and take my cock all the way in one go. Ygritte's scream carries all the way to the tribe.
Her pain threshold must be very high; I am pushing my dick all the way in, but she wants more. I am close to coming. She kneels down and takes my dick in her mouth, sucking it and playing with my balls. But I am not going to do what I did to Annabel. I bend her over again, and this time I enter her ass. I keep fucking her, going back and forth, and finally, I cum, right inside her ass. It feels so good, I sit up. "I've never experienced anything like this in my life. It's going to happen again," she says in a low voice. She leaves my tent, and it is time for me to sleep.