307 - Discovery of Another Tribe
“Eighteen deer. Eating all this is gonna be a chore.”
“Chief, don't worry about that. I'll stuff myself till my gut bursts. These deer are small, so we'll polish 'em off quick.”
“Yeah, Chief. The problem was always not having enough food. Overflow? No issue there. And we can smoke 'em over the fire to preserve 'em long-term.”
“Oh, right. Smoking. Yeah, that's a thing. We cure 'em and store 'em as jerky. Hey, everyone—haul these deer back fast. Gut 'em, set aside what we're eating tonight, and smoke the rest. Hurry it up. Can't waste the haul I brought in.”
“Got it, Chief. Don't sweat it—you rest. We'll handle the carrying.”
“Don't act like you're doing me some big favor with the obvious. I caught 'em all, so yeah, you assholes carry 'em.”
“...Right, right. Understood.”
I led the men back to the tribe. With twenty-five male tribe members, shifting eighteen small deer wasn't tough. One per guy slung over the shoulder, swapping with empty-handed walkers when arms got tired, taking turns to keep it moving.
“There—our tribe's women. Looks like they're cooking. Smoke's rising.”
While we'd been out hunting, the women had slapped together crude huts and were prepping food. Probably using the basic rations we started with.
Hmm, the women's got the basics covered. While the men hunted, they knocked out all the housework nice and tidy.
“Whoa! A herd of deer! ...The men pulled off a hunt?! In one day?! Amazing! We figured you'd flop!”
“Insane! You're legends! Our tribe's men are the best!”
“...Heh heh. Ahem.”
The women went nuts clapping and cheering, and the guys—strutting in with deer on their shoulders—rubbed their noses smugly, loving it. These fuckers...? Not one mentioned I caught 'em? The hell...?!
“Chief took down every last one. We just circled the herd and boxed 'em in.”
Luckily, some had a conscience and spilled the truth. Suddenly, all those admiring female gazes—spread evenly across the men—locked right on me. I shrugged, jutted my chin, and flashed that alpha-male swagger, the cocky grin of a guy who pulls all the chicks.
“I'm the man heaven chose. Stronger, tougher, quicker than any average joe. Even my cum's special—my kids'll be too.”
The women stroked their bellies, faces flushing, giving me those intrigued looks. I gazed back at 'em all soulful-like. Tonight, the men'd be jerking off sleepless. The camp'd echo with female moans all night long. Kekeke.
And yeah, my prediction nailed it. After a feast from my deer haul, as the sun dipped, the women swarmed my hut.
“Chief...♡ Let's pick up where we left off...♡”
“Me too. I wanna feel your cock in my pussy again...♡”
“Sun's down, nothing to do, so bored. Let's play like before—shove your cock in my pussy...♡”
“Dodokka tried sneaking me out tonight, but I said we're just friends and ditched him...♡”
“Ingchil just confessed, said he likes me, whipped out his dick and everything. But yours is way bigger, Chief... I like you more♡ Told him your cock's huge and that's why. He cried.”
“Kuhuhu. Good girls. From now on, no fucking other guys without my say-so. Only spread for me. Got it?”
“““Yes...♡”””
My hut was the biggest and best in camp. The women who built it knew I'd claim the prime spot on return. And since I love pussy, they figured I'd bunk here with 'em—and poured extra love into it. People always pimp their own pads hardest. The guys' huts? Slapdash shitholes compared to my fuck-den.
With Absolute Dick's infinite stamina still in effect, I didn't tire. From dusk till dawn, I railed every woman in the tribe, pounding 'em into squirting, passing-out orgasms.
“““Hnnngh...♡ Chief's cock... the best...♡”””
After satisfying all twenty-five young women, I crashed as the sun rose, woke to midday sun. The epic deer hunt left food overflowing, so no one dared wake the late-sleeping chief. They tiptoed, watching my mood. Sun position said around 2 p.m....?
'2 p.m.'? Shit. Blocked by restrictions again. Frustrating as hell.
I needed to bootstrap civilization fast. This stone-age crap was killing me. Grumbled internally, grilled some smoked deer the guys prepped yesterday, then fucked the women senseless again. The men? Sucking fingers, slinking off to huts or beyond camp for furious wanks.
Poor bastards. But handing over my women? Fuck no.
Every kid born here'd be mine. No exceptions. I said I'd reward merit with women... hmm... maybe.
Ugly ones. Or criminals? Crime happens. But skip pretty criminals. Toss the ugly crooks. Or just the dog-ugly. ...Knock 'em up with my seed first, then hand off.
Among the twenty-five I'd fucked yesterday and today, looks varied. Top 10%—two or three real stunners. Bottom 10%—two or three on the ugly side. Not unfuckable. Slightly below average? Variance wasn't huge—no tail-waggers—so no pickiness; plowed all the virgin pussies.
Still doing it now.
Men gripe too much? Reward with uglies. They'll birth my kids anyway. Hand 'em over pregnant. Kuhuhu.
Sharing pussy sucks, but uglies...? Nah, maybe just give 'em outright? With only twenty-five women, I could fuck 'em all. At a hundred? No time for uglies. At a thousand? Even hotties'd stretch me thin—uglies go straight to the men.
Perfect. Plan set.
As female numbers grew, dump the uglies on the men first. Till the smoked deer ran out, I spent days balls-deep in pussy. Men just jerked in camp, so I sent 'em on endless patrols to work off steam—like those army flicks where they drill young bucks to drain the rage.
Then one day, a scout came sprinting back.
“Chief! Chief!”
“What? Why the panic?”
“Tribe! Found a tribe!”
“What? Another tribe?”
“Yeah! Spotted tribes! Lots of women!”
“Oh? Suddenly got my appetite up. How many total?”
“About our size. Maybe a bit more?”
“Hoo... fuckmeat, then. Where? There?”
I grabbed my stone spear and axe, ready to roll. Ordered all men assembled for battle. Twenty-five strong... twenty-six with me. Whatever.
Using the scout as guide, we snuck to the enemy camp stealthy-like, perfect for ambush.
“There, right there, Chief.”
“Hoo, real deal. Good work. For spotting 'em, you get first pick of their women after we raid.”
“Ooooh!! Thank you! You're the best chief ever!”
One woman had him near tears of joy. Guess he'd been blue-balled from my monopoly, jerking nonstop.