Free Web NovelChapter 21: Chapter 21: The Bond of Blood
Kellar unleashed a growl as his body reached its limit. Grasping Mila’s hips with an iron grip, he drove himself as deep as possible into her trembling womb, releasing a thick, scalding torrent of his seed straight into her core. Mila’s internal walls spasmed clamping down around his pulsing rod as she let out a final, breathless whimper, her strength draining away.
As his erection finally softened and slid out from her drenched center, her legs buckled. Kellar reacted catching her slender body before she could fall onto the rough moss. He gathered her up in his arms, scooping her up as he picked up their discarded leather garments, carrying her back toward the stone alcove as if she were his newly claimed bride.
Mila rested her heavy head against his broad shoulder, her breathing shallow as she winced from the dull, aching soreness between her thighs. She looked up at his sharp profile, her voice soft and vulnerable.
"Was this... just for the moment, Kellar?" she asked, her knuckles tightening against his chest. "Or is this for... forever?"
Kellar didn’t answer with words. He stopped walking, tilted her chin up, and pressed his lips against hers. He slid his tongue deep into her mouth, claiming her senses with a deep, passionate kiss. Mila’s eyes grew wide, and a single, silent tear rolled down her flushed cheek. In the Fire Bear Tribe, the sharing of tongues was the ultimate sacred vow. It was a ritual reserved strictly for life-partners—a bond sealed in the presence of the ancestors that could never be broken. By kissing her, he had just claimed her as his woman for life.
As he continued walking toward the shelter, the familiar digital chime echoed inside his skull.
Ding!
[Hidden Optional Objective Completed: Dominate and fuck the rejected maiden, Mila.]
[Reward Disbursed: Special Inherited Trait Unlock — Hunter’s Scent.]
[Description: Modifies the host’s olfactory receptors. Grants the ability to detect, track, and isolate chemical compounds and biological pheromones up to a distance of two miles, operating with the precision of an apex hound.]
A subtle, electric tingle buzzed inside Kellar’s nasal cavity. Suddenly, the forest exploded with a wave of rich sensory data. He could smell the damp copper of the stream, the unique musk of the black panther a mile away, and the sweet, milky scent of his own seed dripping down Mila’s inner thighs.
He arrived at the alcove and gently laid her down onto a soft bed of dry pine needles, wrapping her in her deerskin tunic.
"Stay here and rest, Mila," said Kellar, his voice firm. "I’m going out to bring back our prize."
Mila instinctively tried to push herself up to follow him, but the moment she shifted her weight, a sharp, burning pain flared between her legs. Kellar had been rough with her unprimed body. Even though she possessed a strong tribal constitution and the blessing of the awakening, her maiden flesh was torn and swollen; she would be grounded for at least a day.
"I... I can’t move," Mila whispered, flushing crimson as she sank back onto the pine needles, looking up at him with total, submissive reliance. "Be careful, Kellar. My spear is yours."
"Rest," Kellar said, checking the edge of his bone dagger. "The hunt belongs to me now."
Kellar stepped out of the stone shelter, his newly enhanced Hunter’s Scent filtering the crisp mountain air. The heavy, earthy musk of a massive herd of wild boars wafted from a ravine about a mile upwind.
Perfect Kellar thought, his engineer mind mapping out a kill zone near a narrow game trail wedged between two steep dirt banks. If I can channel them into a bottleneck, I don’t need to chase them. I just let gravity and kinetic energy do the extraction for me.
Using his sharp ceremonial dagger, Kellar dug three deep, narrow pits directly in the center of the trail. The blade sliced through the packed clay and roots like butter. Thanks to his Basic Flint Knapping skill, he had already prepared a dozen large, jagged silex spikes from the riverbeds. He drove these stakes into the bottom of the pits, pointing them upward at a 45-degree angle to maximize entry depth when a running animal collapsed into them.
Next, he gathered thin, flexible pine branches and layered them over the openings, weaving them together before scattering loose dirt and dry moss over the top. To a human eye, it looked like seamless forest floor, but the structural integrity was engineered to collapse under anything weighing over fifty pounds.
But Kellar didn’t stop there. Drawing from his knowledge of modern mechanical physics, he decided to construct a classic, high-tension deadfall trap using the heavy cedar log they had spotted earlier.
He climbed a sturdy oak overlooking the trail, using thick, braided wild vines as high-tensile cables. He rigged the heavy log high up into the branches, suspending it over a narrow choke point. For the trigger mechanism, he engineered a simple, highly sensitive figure-four tripwire out of notched pine sticks, stretching a thin vine across the path just a few feet past the hidden pits.
If a beast managed to clear the holes, its forward momentum would trip the wire, releasing the trigger and dropping several hundred pounds of solid wood directly onto its spine.
Kellar stood back, looking down at his hands. His palms weren’t even blistered after digging through solid clay and hauling a massive cedar log.
"This body is incredible," Kellar muttered, a dark, thrilled laugh escaping his chest. "The physical output is off the charts."
Everything had been too easy. The lifting, the carving, the sheer speed at which he had constructed a lethal kill box—it was effortless. His mind flashed back to his old life, the memories of being the fat, isolated nerd in school merging with the recent humiliation of being called ’Little Flame’ by a bunch of muscle-bound cavemen. The lingering resentment and indignation of being a pariah in two different worlds boiled over, transforming into a wave of raw megalomania.
You think you’re the predators? Kellar thought, his emerald eyes flashing with a cold, terrifying light. I come from a highly advanced civilization. To my engineering mind, you primitive bastards are nothing but raw data. You are my prey.
He clenched his fists, a wild, dominant roar ripping from his throat, echoing through the dark canopy of the Viking forest as he let out all his stored fury.
"Every single one of you will bow!" Kellar roared to the empty trees. "The throne of this tribe belongs to me! And every sweet, tight cunt in that village belongs to me too—Mila’s, my aunt Maya’s, and every single tribal bitch who ever looked down on me! I am going to break all of you and show this world exactly what I am capable of!"
The roar settled, leaving the forest dead silent. With his blood pumping and his mind fully locked onto conquest, Kellar turned toward the upwind trail, ready to drive his first victims straight into the machine.
