THE HUNT, Chapter 4: My Choice

THE HUNT, Chapter 4: MY CHOICE


The next morning I am awakened by Wolf. But this is different, this is the morning after my successful survival of The Hunt. And not just any Hunt, the first ever Hunt when the hunted has survived the full three days and nights. The concept of The Hunt is very specific, but I wonder if any of the leaders who established the criteria, rules, and rewards had any anticipation that someone might actually evade capture all three days. Was the outcome even defined for this condition? Would my unique situation create conflict? There was only one way to find out and that would be very soon.

The sounds of the forest waking had not been enough to wake me this morning. There was no tension in me last night or this morning. There would be nobody searching for me, trying to capture me, or establishing a trap for me to happen into. Today, they would simply be waiting for me to return to the village. I stretch my body out while lying on the ground and I feel aches in many parts of my body. The effects of my ordeal over the past three days is now very apparent, especially yesterday from jumping into the trees, running naked through the forest, and going through the rapids in the river. Wolf comes to me, though, and my worries about my body quickly dissolve under his attention. He begins licking my face, then to my neck and shoulders, and to my breasts and nipples. He then moves down over my belly and I open my legs for him, giving him access to me completely. He is my first, and so far only, lover; the only male to have touched my body with mouth or cock and in just three nights I have given myself completely to him, yielded my body to him much the same way I would sometimes see my mother do with Dog. Wolf has been my protector and constant companion during these times since coming to the village, suffering through the death of my mother, the long alone times of not knowing or feeling a place within the village. And, over the past three days, he was repeatedly my salvation in evading the men seeking me out, trying to trap me and capture me. So, yes, I opened myself to him, gladly, willingly, and with deep desire that I have only felt for him. And, for his part, the core of my womanhood now spread before him, he focuses his tongue’s attention on my pussy. And I moan out in response to that attention.

His tongue is so good, so very good. But I want more now, not a want for myself, but a want for him; I want to give more to him, to thank him, to reassure him of our bond together, because I know our lives will be changing in many ways when we return to the village this morning. So, I put my hands down between my legs and hold the sides of his face, his massive head, and I raise my shoulders to look at him. What a magnificent beast. How did I end up with a wolf as my protector and lover?

I pull my knees up and roll over to kneel in front of him. Holding his head, I kiss his snout, put out my tongue in offering to him, and we lick each other’s. I hug his head to me and stroke his neck and shoulders. I kiss his snout, again, before patting the ground for him to lay himself before me. I stroke his side down to his hind leg, then move to his belly, stroking him further and further until I graze his sheath. There is no mystery about what is happening now, not after the past nights together. He raises his hind leg for me, like I opened mine for him only moments before. I smile at him, at his reaction, at his assumption. No matter what happens today, no matter how I might be accepted or rejected by the Warriors, at least I knew Wolf and I would have each other.

With there being no mystery as to what was about to happen, there was also no real surprise at seeing that his cock tip was poking out of his sheath. I looked at it intently as I slowly bent forward to get even closer, even as my tongue was coming out of my mouth, I was looking at it for the first time in full light of day. It had felt different than I imagined and it now looked different. Mother and father were always very open and casual about their bodies and encouraged the same response from me. As a result, the sight of a naked penis was not completely unfamiliar to me. I had even gotten a glimpse of my father’s hard one on occasion when I unexpectedly came upon him and mother in the field or in bed when I wasn’t supposed to be around. But, Wolf’s was different. The tip was pointed, the shape in general was different and the color was certainly different. But it felt wonderful in my mouth, on my lips, on my tongue, and very definitely inside my pussy. And, the knot … what a powerful, full feeling that gave me.

It all made me wonder what a man’s cock would feel like when I finally got the chance. The Hunt was an indication of coming of age for young women, the time of taking her place in bringing the needed young into the village to grow our community, establish families, and to establish the beginnings of tradition. It was a role of all women in the village and, like my mother, I was willing to do what I could, but I also wanted the freedom of choice to determine how and where and with whom I lived. That was the purpose of wanting so badly to survive The Hunt, to earn that freedom to choose.

But these thoughts and musings didn’t really detract me from my current mission. I had my tongue on the tip of his cock and I was lightly stroking his sheath. More cock was showing and as soon as there was enough, I took it between my lips and sucked, lightly at first, but then harder. That gave me more cock and I took it deeper into my mouth, stopping only when my lips touched his sheath, then pulling back and taking more, again. Over and over, I took him into my mouth and then pulled back and sucked the tip. His pre-cum was nearly running out of the tip and I licked and sucked it out. I wondered if a man was like that, too. Would he produce pre-cum like that or would it be different, also.

I now had nearly a full mouth of Wolf and I wanted him somewhere else, a different hole, I wanted us joined as male and female were designed to reproduce. I wanted to be his, again. I wanted to be bound to him, to be tied by his knot, to be his as if he really was breeding me, to be joined to him as only a canine animal can do. So, I released him from my mouth, but I continued to look at it, to study it, and admire it. Then I knelt up and looked from his cock to his head. He raised his head and looked me, waiting for my action, waiting to determine his next action.

I didn’t make him guess, I shifted onto my hands and knees and turned so my ass was pointed directly at his head and patted my ass to further indicate my intent. I didn’t need nearly so much for him to take the hint. Before I could pat my ass the first time, he was already rising to approach me. And in only a few breaths he was on my back. I remembered what helped the previous times and put a hand between my legs to assist him in finding my pussy hole. When he penetrated me, my breath was literally taken from me. I gasped and moaned at the sudden and deep penetration. After only a few strokes at the furious pace I had already come to expect from him, I could feel his knot forming and hitting the outside of my pussy, beginning to stretch open my lips and then my hole, insistent in his determination to fully enter me, and to tie me in our mating.

I orgasm quickly, as soon as his knot passed inside me, in fact. My need is pent up and my senses completely relaxed now, after The Hunt and after my coming of age, and finally in the light of day, even more aware of the act we had only done in the dark previously. But, I am not done and he certainly wasn’t. He is still pounding into me, smaller strokes restricted by his knot, but pounding at me nonetheless. When I feel him jerk and his hips drive into me hard, pushing his knot and cock into me even deeper, then holding himself there with his front legs squeezed even tighter around my waist, I feel it, the spurt of his canine cum into me, I feel the new wetness drench my pussy and undoubtedly my womb. He is so deep, deeper than I have ever felt him before, forgetting that this is still only the third time. He seems to be nearly at my womb, nearly about to try to enter my very womb, to send his sperm directly into my most womanly of places. And, with those thoughts coursing through my brain … I explode into an even more powerful orgasm. I cry out, no longer caring for hiding where I am but for the moment forgetting that this might not be completely understood by others in the village. But, it is a physical and mental reaction not to be denied and my body’s release sends a verbal response that seems matched by Wolf’s own guttural sounds.

When he finally releases me, I fall to the ground, my legs splayed, one side of my face in the grass, and the other side being licked by Wolf. I smile. What a guy. He’s just given the best fuck of my short, sexual life and he is now showering me with kisses. At least, that is how I was taking it.

I rolled over from under that tongue, laughing and giggling as I do. I come to my knees and give him another hug, I then stand up. I can still feel some soreness from bruises that will show more later in the day, but for some reason Wolf has made me forget most of it. It is still early morning and it is time to return to the village. This was about my future in the village; and, it will begin to be decided today. I am anxious to see what that will be.

I am still naked. That hasn’t changed. My clothes floated down the river as a ruse in the poor light of previous evening to confuse where I was in the water. It worked very well, but it also left me, once again, naked. I am now coming out of the edge of the forest, walking to the village, and I realize that I have not accounted for this in my planning. I will enter the village, victorious perhaps, but also naked. Hopefully, I will get some consideration for my ordeal, but I remember that I also ran through the village naked early yesterday. But there is nothing I can do about that now.

Once I have cleared the forest edge, which is nearly at the edge of the village, I see a crowd of villagers waiting and a loud, long applause goes up as they see me. Then, it dies off as they see me naked. The whole crowd goes hush.

Tupac is standing in front of the village with Herve and Dreng. He is looking at me, smiling even, then his face changes and he comments to the other two, “Look at the insides of her thighs.”

“Is that … is it? She’s been by herself. Except …”

“I do believe it is. She has cum leaking from her pussy … and she has only had the animal for company.”

Herve chuckles, “Well, I for one thinks she is going to fit into the team very nicely, if that is her wish. And, ours. But, I think I know where my vote is now.”

Tupac laughs. He then steps away from the others and is taking off his shirt. I stop and by the time he reaches me, his shirt is off. He has a powerful chest and flat stomach. His arms seem nearly the size of my legs. His body seems hard and chiseled. Even Rayner didn’t look like that. He puts his shirt on me and I button it up; it hangs down below my ass and does a good job of covering my body. He is smiling at me, “I certainly wouldn’t want the village men getting any ideas.”

I look up at him, “That makes it sound like you have some ideas of your own.” Damn, did I just bat my eyes at him?!?

“Dear, girl, it most certainly does. In fact, all three of us do.” I smiled at the thought. And his smile got bigger. There was no apparent conflict with these Warriors. Their inability to capture me did not appear to have hurt their egos enough to damage my chances to join their group on good terms.

The council members had discussed this most unusual of outcomes in The Hunt and had concluded that the conditions that can be set by the warriors were limited, very limited. My success in The Hunt had given me the ability to have my own options and decisions.

I want to be a full member of the Warriors, they agree on a trial basis, of course. But, at this point, based on the outcome of The Hunt, their expectations are that I am the right person for their group, even if I am small and a woman. Their inclination was to make the conditions severe enough to discourage others from having similar thoughts, but my performance has taken that away from them. But, Tupac has recalled having met my father and me on the other side and that additional point gives them extra reason to believe I will succeed with them. They only admit all this to me after leaving the village, however.

They still want to test me, however, and I have been expecting this all along. I hoped only that my performance in The Hunt would give the chance to be with them, not that it would be a guarantee to be with them. I want to now earn the right to be a part of their group. They have a dangerous job for the village, but they have their freedom and they are nearly revered and looked to in awe, if not also some element of fear, by the villagers. The Warriors are made up of three men, all strong, fierce fighters, and experts in cunning, stealth, and weapons. Except for some draft horses for plowing and hauling logs for cabins and making wood for various uses, they have the only other three horses. As part of their group are two dogs, also large, strong, and fierce. The men I met with my father several years ago were this group, I now realize. It is a hard and dangerous life. Some die, some retire to the ‘Hunters’. This group has been together for five years. It is the leader who, having known my father, is particularly interested in seeing me succeed. I do not remember him, though, those were fleeting meetings and so much was happening with my father’s anxiousness about discovery and my mother’s failing health.

They exist for the most part away from the village.