NOVEL NEXT Chapter 50
Finishing off the Monster Centipede was handled by the rest of the hunters. While it was mostly legless and weak from bleeding heavily, it still had enough energy to lunge at anyone who closed in.
It was only after one of the hunters suggested a solution in jest that got everyone thinking “I say we just wait for it to bleed out, we can’t really hold it down, what are we going to do? Drop a rock on it?”
That comment got the hunters thinking and after looking around, saw the solution to their problem. They selected a sizable tree within falling distance of the Monster Centipede and chopped it to fall down to fall in its direction, which resulted in the first crack of the Monster Centipede’s carapace when the tree fell on it.
Now that the Monster Centipede was not only mostly legless, weak from bleeding, and pinned by a felled tree, it could no longer properly leverage its body to attack and was surrounded by hunters that made short work of it.
Its legs were all destroyed and more than ten hunters piled on the top half of its body to further pin it down, other hunters went to the segment just below the Monster Centipede’s head and jammed spears at the joint connecting the head to the segment.
After a while of unsuccessfully trying to penetrate the carapace joint, they decided to hammer the spears using clubs like someone would use a hammer and chisel. This successfully resulted in the death final thrashing and death wails of the Monster Centipede as soon after the spears penetrated into its head and grew still.
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At the time the other hunters chopped a tree to fall on the Monster Centipede and kill it, another group was put together to clear out the cave,
Grud walked toward the cave and sniffed the air, then turned back to the other hunters, “The Sky Mind leaves are all burnt off, it is just smoke now.” Hearing that, a group of hunters led Grud with Chieften Dhun following close behind entered the cave while bending low to avoid the smoke as much as possible.
As they entered the cave, they stamped out the fire that was producing all the smoke and continued forward into the smoky darkness with torches in hand. Fortunately for Grud, the pungent rotting smell was mostly covered up by the lingering smoke which was a lot more tolerable.
As they went deeper into the cave, Grud noticed the ground was littered with bones in different stages of decomposition, and when they arrived at the final open area of the cave, what they found was around fifty yellowish sticky looking orbs slightly smaller than a man’s head lumped together in a pile, and beside it the fresh half-eaten corpses of their fellow hunters with a look of anguish etched on their faces.
Grud did his shamanic duty and went to each corps to close their eyes and a small chant to ease their spirits. Just as he was finished with the last body Grud heard a hunter ask out loud, “Think these are the centipede’s eggs?” to which Dhun prodded an egg loose and away from its clutch with his club.
Grud joined the bunch of hunters gawking at the egg that Dhun was prodding around to look for movement. It was only when someone held a torch near the egg that Grud saw something inside the egg with the torch lighting its background.
Something coiled was twitching inside the egg, Grud then stepped forward to pick up the egg and held it directly in front of the torch so all the men could see properly. This sight was met with “Oohs and Aahs” of interest and some sounds of revulsion.
Grud then turned to the pile of eggs and cycled thru his visions, his ultraviolet only showed it in contrast compared to its surroundings, but when he switched to his heat vision, he saw a pile of squirming coiled-up baby centipedes. This sent a shiver of revulsion thru Grud.
“We should destroy these immediately.” Grud said, to which all of the hunters agreed. Some of the hunters were eager to carry out Grud’s suggestion, to which Grud had to quickly step in and ask them to do it after bringing the eggs outside the cave, ‘There is enough of a mess in this cave, no need to make more.’
After making it out of the cave, Grud gave the bodies found in the cave their last rites and join the hunters in cleaning up the battlefield before the rest of the tribes arrived in a few hours. After hauling a few centipedes, Grud had an idea he wanted to test out.
Grud found the smallest centipede which was just shy of two meters and used his knuckle to knock on the carapace of the centipede and nodded with satisfaction, “Even the smallest one may be around as tough as the bone armor I am wearing now.”
Grud then took out his knife and pried off an undamaged section and started bending and flexing it, “It is also more flexible than bone. This might just make good armor.” just as he was imagining himself clad in an armor of centipede carapace, he caught sight of a hunter bringing a torch over a pile of firewood topped with centipede carcasses, “STOOOPP!!” Grud shouted as he ran after the hunter with the torch.
Grud managed to stop the burning of the centipedes and asked to wait for the tribes’ craftsman to come with the main batch to see if the carapace can be turned into armor, so they just decided to gather the centipedes in a pile for the moment.
Hours later the last two tribes arrived, and after some discussion among the chieftains, it was decided that the expedition would take a three day break due to the dead and injured.
As soon as the three day break was announced and the hunters were dismissed, the first thing Grud did was rush to find his tribe’s craftsman to tell them about the dead pile of centipedes and his idea of the armor.
With that out of the way, Grud went to find his wives. ‘I need to quickly do some maintenance on my home, the last I saw it at a glance, it had a hole in the roof. And I need to expand my home, when I left with Nita, I did not expect to bring back six wives…. Oh Spirits…. They are all with child…. I am going to make my home even bigger.’
Grud looked down at his crotch which was bulging from the pent-up stress accumulating in his balls from the fight, ‘This is all your fault.’ he thought while scowling at his crotch, and after he felt twitching from his dick and balls that were being held back by his tightly tied loincloth, Grud’s face loosened into a smile, ‘Aahh, I can’t stay mad at you…’ Grud thought as he came up on his small, secluded love shack.
There, he found his wives putting down their belongings and cleaning the place. “Girls! I am home!” Grud called out, to which his wives flocked to him to greet him with hugs, kisses, and gropes.
After he was done tongue wrestling and getting handfuls of his wives’ juicy bits, he broke it off and said, “As much as I would like to tear all your clothes off right now,” he looked to the hole in his roof, “We need to prepare the home to make sure you are all comfortable… because after I am done with all of you, you all will not be walking around tomorrow.”
Soon after saying that, Grud could pick up the scent of his wives heavily gushing with pussy juices, and after looking down could see sticky liquid dripping down their legs. Grud’s wives then moved with great purpose in making ready the while Grud ran off to get material to patch his roof.
The moment Grud was done with roof maintenance, he rushed off the roof only to be stopped at the door and led around the side of the house by his now naked wives who were carrying jugs of water.
Nita ran a finger down his sweaty chest and said, “Before we get into any of that, we need to clean ourselves off the day’s journey, and the word going around is you have been fighting recently. So just relax and let your wives cleanse you,” she then hugged Grud, pressing her titanic milky tits into him and continued, “before you cleanse our insides with your seed.” Nita said in as husky a voice as her small body could manage, which Grud found cute but did not mention it.
The rest of his wives sauntered up to him, their full milk ladened breasts jiggling and swaying as they approached him and removed his loincloth. The moment his loincloth fell, as if on irresistible instinct, his seven wives gravitated to his stiff member to inhale deeply the smell that they missed dearly for the past few days.
Then Nita started the feeding frenzy by latching her mouth onto the top of Grud’s dick which was already leaking precum in anticipation of what was to come, the other wives started to attend to different parts of his monstrous shaft and balls as they pulled back his foreskin to give his glans a thorough cleaning with their tongues.
When every part Grud felt every part of his dick and balls was licked and sucked clean, his wives all got to their feet and started pouring water from the jugs they brought on him and themselves.
When they were all wet they surrounded Grud and started pressing their bodies onto him and each, his wives rubbed and gyrated their bodies into the press of wet bodies as he reached to grab and squeeze the ass and tits available to him.
As his women were rubbing their bodies on him, Reta came up in front of Grud and straddled his hard shaft between her thighs, and rubbed her slit along his length. After a few moments of getting his dick stroked by Reta’s pussy, he felt a mouth latch onto the tip of his dick that was sticking out the other side of Reta’s thighs.