Word count 2,837. This is an erotic fiction based on Tribal, and Primal aspects. Male on female. All persons depicted in this short story is of eighteen years of age, or older.
This is my first Erotic fiction for public consumption, please enjoy and leave a comment. I would really like to hear what you guys think. I decided to keep this one mild ish. I am capable of writing about pretty much anything. So please do not hesitate to send me a message, if you have an Idea, or would like something written. Please enjoy, and thank you for reading.
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It was a humid day, as it normally is; in the tropical region of the planet Phibos. Loud music, and cheers could be heard from miles in every direction. The commotion coming from the simple village of Motinuis, and tonight was a special night; the festival of creation. Every year, the girls who have come of age would be released into the forest; the eligible men, would then be sent to track down the girls, and take them as their bride. The village, is what you would expect; Hut's made of wood, stone, leaves, and clay. The villagers, all wore the hides of their first kills, to commemorate their coming of age.
In the midst of the ceremonies, a young girl, now a woman; spoke softly to her childhood friend. "I don't want to be hunted, Jackel!" She said nervously, shaking as she tracked through the room. Mirah is a small, but muscular girl; with tan skin, and black hair. Standing as they were, her head sat comfortably against his collarbone. The pelt's of two white wolves served as her clothes. One fashioned as a cold shoulder top, and the other a long loincloth; giving her the freedom to move in the harsh terrain of the planet.
"Shh.. shh.. Mihra" Jackle spoke calmly to the girl, as he took her into his embrace. Petting her head gently as they held each other. Jackel is a handsome man; with a chiseled physique, and long black hair tied into a braid. He wear's beard, that he kept neatly trimmed, and pulled into two small braids. For clothing he had on, a black dire wolf pelt, which he has wrapped around his massive body; showing the sheer size of the beast.
Jackel took a moment to breath in her intoxicating scent, speaking swiftly as they knew they did not have time. "I... will be the one to track you down, you will see... Go to the waterfall, there I will meet you Mihra."
"Thank you... Jackel." she said breathing deeply into his chest, taking a moment in his scent; before finally pushing away, and moving towards the door.
Jackle stopped her before she exited. Taking her by the hand, and pulling her back to him. Looking into her sparkling green eyes; his embrace tightened, and he pressed his lips to her's. "I will find you." He whispered.
Finally he released his grip, and she made her way out the door quickly; with tears in her eyes. Under her breath she spoke. "You had better.." her hair flipped behind her as she shut the door behind her. She could not help but notice, her excitement. Though she also could not stave off the fear of what may happen, should someone else find her.
With the festival under way, the girls that had all come of age were all ushered to the center of the crowd. There the girls were being showered with necklaces, and jewelry.
The villagers all feasted, and danced until midday; when the girls were all brought to the edge of town. In total there were six girls that had come of age that year. All the eligible men also lined up behind them, there were twenty of them at least.
Each of the men took their turn, to walk down the line up of brides to be. The elder took the stage and exclaimed. "It is now time for the hunt. We have practiced this tradition since inception, as we all know the brides will be released first. If a man is able to catch, and mate with one of the brides to be. They will then claim her as his wife; as it is our way." both Jackel and Mihra looked at each other. They wished that they did not need to do this, but also knew that this was unavoidable.
Mirah took a deep breath, while looking at all the men who were to participate in the hunt. She knew them all socially, but could not find herself enjoying their company. Several of the men approached Mirah, they would take he by the jaw, examining her and the other girls like animals.
One man the self proclaimed alpha, Dragar, approached Mihra next. "Ah see boy's... this one will be mine!" He announced confidently. He took some of her hair ebony into his hand, and gave it a good sniff; causing Mihra to pull away. "Feisty too..It's okay, I can tame you." He chuckled and continued walking with the rest of the men.
Finally Mihra seeing Jackle come down the line she let out a sigh of relief. Mihra immediately locked eyes with Jackel, as he approached her. Placing his hand on her cheek he whispered. "I will find you." Mihra nodded, and a tear fell across her cheek.
Mihra bit her tongue, while she bared through the rest of the ceremony. Keeping her mind focused on the waterfall, the path to get there, and meeting her beloved. The chief stood on stage, and held two torches. Dropping one into the a unlit fire pit, it went ablaze. It was the signal for the women to began to run, and all took off in a sprint.
Mihra, and the other girls bolted into the forest. Once out of view, they began to take off in different directions. The day was hot, but the forest canopy shaded her from the harsh ray's. She did not stop for an instant, clearing her path of obstacles as she ran. "You better find me Jackle." She said to herself as she passed a clearing making it to the lake where the waterfall came from the cliff and poured into the lake below. She began making her way around the lake toward the cliff side, taking a moment to sit on one of the rocks near the lake; while she waited for the men to begin their hunt.
Deciding enough time had passed, Mihra stood up from her seat and began to walk towards the waterfall. As she walked along the shore, approaching the edge of the mountain; laughter could be heard behind her. "I knew one of you would come here, I am so glad it was you though... Mihra."