Primitive Man

"I will continue massaging you now."

She was barely able to come down from her orgasm and started to turn her head toward him when he announced this and sent one hand to knead her ass cheeks and the other to work on her pussy. This made her tremble and she halted her movement, letting a loud moan out.

"Mhmmm!"

She looked like she was ashamed to let her voice out like this and turned her head back forward, burying it in one of the pillows to muffle the sound. Garnt went on with the massage on her ass cheeks and pussy, causing her to moan even more in her pillow.

After a minute of this, he opened her pussy lips and sent two fingers inside her, pumping her for a bit. She was relatively tight and her pussy walls coiled around his fingers, the smell of her opened cavity propagating in the room with extreme exoticness.

Soon, he moved his fingers all around her insides, trying to find her most sensitive place. Seeing her twitch when he curled his fingers downwards, he chose to focus on that specific piece of flesh, teasing it again and again. It didn't take more than a minute of this before she came again, her whole body trembling in pleasure.

"Mmmh! Garnt, what are you doing? This is not a message-" Gundo said, words but garnt refused her objection.

"No, no, this is a massage. This massage will release your tension."

Her muffled moan came out once more and he happily carried on, fingering her and making her cum at regular intervals. After a few orgasms, he felt like some sort of shift happened to her as if something inside her had been switched on. She took her head out from her pillow and started to utter.

"Yes! Yes! Right there! Just like that! This is great." He followed her wishes and continued to fingerbang her as her orgasms went on and on.

After some minutes of this, she stopped being vocal and only twitched and climaxed, seemingly getting a little tired. He took his hand out of her hole and put both hands under her to carefully flip her on her back. He was now able to see her face, full of tears and saliva, her expression extremely lewd and orgasmic, with her tongue out.

She was panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. Checking lower, he saw the forest of her hairy pussy over her vagina wet, as well as her erected deep-coloured clitoris, barely visible under it.

"You're so beautiful, Mom. How do you feel now? This is a special massage that will release all the tension in your body," Garnt said and licked his finger, which obviously confused Gundo.

'Is this really a massage? But-'

Gundo's eyes went to Garnt's pants, which were pitching a tent.

'Is he aroused looking at me? Is this my chance?'

She was on the verge of confessing her real feelings, but then she suddenly heard a knock on the door, which annoyed her more than anything.

"Who is it?" Garnt questioned, as he didn't want anyone else to see Gundo's graceful figure like this, but hearing the familiar voice outside, he gave permission to enter.

It was none other than Ayra, who was knocking on the door and seeing Gundo's bare pussy and the wet sheet, she obviously misunderstood the situation and she tried to leave, but Garnt quickly asked her to come inside.

"Did you find any more traitors or someone that is not faithful to us?" Indicating her to sit, Garnt questioned while cleaning Gundo's back and his own hands.

Gundo understood that things were getting serious, so her idea to confess quickly went away and she also got more serious.

"There are a few people who speak ill of us in Rona's group. It's almost as if they are dissatisfied with how we treat them like strangers until they can enter the main village," Ayra shared the results of her observation. "Since Ayra is with us, they don't really have proper leadership. I think that if we can assign someone from our group, things would get much better."

Garnt listened carefully, his face displaying a thoughtful expression. He had someone in mind, someone he believed could help lead and guide Rona's group. "What if we were to assign your son, Kiriah?" he suggested a warm smile on his face. "I think he will be the perfect man for this job,"

Ayra looked conflicted, uncertainty in her eyes. She wasn't sure if her son could handle such a responsibility, and her concern was evident. She hesitated, doubting her son's capabilities.

"Can he really do that? Garnt, I don't think-" She wanted to say no, but Garnt, however, maintained his reassuring smile.

He placed a hand on Ayra's shoulder and spoke with confidence. "Ayra, Kiriah may be more competent than you think. If my mother had ever thought as you do now, I wouldn't have become the man I am today. You should give him a chance. I have faith in his potential, just as I have faith in you."

Feeling somewhat ashamed for doubting her son's abilities, Ayra nodded her head in agreement. She trusted Garnt's judgment and decided to give Kiriah the opportunity to prove himself.

With that resolved, the three of them headed to the big bonfire of the village where meats were roasting, filling the air with an enticing aroma. The scene was captivating, with several types of meat sizzling over the flames, and the fragrant spices of pepper and chilli adding to the sensory delight.

The villagers had been eagerly waiting for this special feast, and their anticipation was evident in their animated conversations.

A group of newcomers, clearly impressed by the warm welcome and the mouthwatering scent, were seen marvelling at the assortment of meats. One of them, a young man with wide eyes, commented to his companions, "I've never tasted anything like this before. The smell alone is making my mouth water!"

A middle-aged woman from the village overheard the newcomer and chimed in with a friendly smile, "Oh, you're in for a treat! Our village is known for its incredible cooking. But there's one secret ingredient that takes this to a whole new level – salt but today we don't have that."

Another villager, enjoying a succulent piece of meat, nodded in agreement. "Salt makes all the difference. It enhances the flavours and makes the meat taste even better. It's a pity we ran out today. You would be dancing naked here if you ate that meat."

Garnt overheard them and he knew that salt was missing because he already used all the system buys he could for the day. He turned to Ayra and said, "These meats are delicious, but we need to find the most important condiment – salt. The journey to find this essential seasoning would be the next task at hand. I can't give salt to a huge group of people from here onward,"

"But Garnt, I still find it impossible to think that there's a huge water body that is bigger than our river, are you sure it is not a made-up story?"

Garnt's eyes sparkled with excitement as he spoke to Ayra about the vision Eva had shown him. "I know it sounds unbelievable, Ayra, but I trust my guardian spirit's visions. She had never been wrong before, and what I saw was truly amazing. The ocean stretched as far as the eye could see, with waves crashing against the shore. It was unlike anything I've ever seen or heard of."

Ayra's scepticism began to wane as she listened to Garnt's passionate description. "It does sound incredible, but how do we even begin to find this vast ocean? And why is salt so important except in cooking?"

Garnt nodded, acknowledging her questions. "Finding the ocean won't be easy, but we must try. As for salt, it's vital for preserving food too. Without it, our meats will spoil, and our meals will lack taste. We need to locate a source of salt, whether it's near this mythical ocean or elsewhere."

Ayra contemplated for a moment and then said, "If we're going on this journey, we should gather a group of skilled individuals to accompany us. It's not a task for just the two of us."

Garnt agreed, "You're right, Ayra. We'll need hunters, gatherers, and perhaps even some who can navigate by the stars. We can't underestimate the challenges that lie ahead. So it's a long term plan. Our iron project properly started right now, and we can't just take something new. But I'm talking about our future,"

Gundo and Ayra both nodded their heads with a smile, as they felt glad that Garnt returned back to his normal self after everything that happened, but at the same time, they knew he wasn't omnipotent.

They knew they needed to be his strength, since the path he was travelling was a dangerous one that could lead to a dead end, if he took one wrong step and that had proven after what happened with Amel and Moga.