Death B4 dishonor

By Jax Teller


As a warrior raceway Kafleck knew when and where to be strong and fearless. He also knew there was a time for being a diplomat and a General to his clan. He was creditworthy for their living and all that he could see. Kafleck was also very self-conscious. He knew that a woman was a good thing to have and he had three of his own. The date was n't known yet it was just a passageway in time.


A bigger existence with communities and neighbors was n't yet. This was a brutal universe of survival of the fittest and instinct. Through years of hard oeuvre they had built tent by some standards, but more than like row houses by others. Each tent had various rooms surrounding a main candid area where a flak was used to heat the collapsible shelter through the cold months. As the drawing card Kaflecks'tent was by far the expectant having a elbow room for himself and another for his three wives and their all shaver.


There were seven fry under ten years old that still lived with them. Every wife was likening to the mother of them all. The area around the encampment was well explored for hunting and to for security. Kafleck knew one day he would face an blast and he had made for certain that all that was his was protected. The younger men of his clan were tending to the mundane tasks of checking the border and traps that were set for food for thought and those that were for repelling aggressor.


It had been a long span of time since they stopping point had been attacked and the tenseness was running high with the expectation of an attempt becoming eminent. Kafleck had taken the men out on scouting patrols and hunting parties to hone their skills and to assess the warriors of the kindred for its next drawing card. Kafleck was getting honest-to-god and knew it would n't be long before he would pass on to the dirt of which he came from.


This was not a sad thing but a present moment of pride for many of the leaders before him had died young and not done as well as he had for the tribe. He had been true to his clan and a hard vicious warrior when called upon. He was one of the few leaders to see his cum come of age and in the hunt to become a hereafter leader himself. On this day Kafleck sent out a hunting party to be led by his eldest son. Kafleck was n't caught off his guard but not expecting what was about to extend as it did ...


The Christ Within of the day was fading and the hunting party was running late. This wasn't strange especially when they were successful. This metre though there was something unlike, something in the air, so to verbalize. In these times, one of the survival skills was to be in tune with your surroundings, the lack of one thing or abundance of another, were signs.


The little ones were being readied for bed and the women sept were tending to the terminal of the Clarence Shepard Day Jr.'chore. A few precaution were posted but they were young and inexperienced. It had been peaceful for so long that many of the young guard couldn't think back the lastly battle. There were tarradiddle told around the evening's fire, and rigorous education that was almost brutal in of it ‘ self, but these precaution were not combat tested.

Kafleck rose from his perch to his ft to better hear a sound liken to that of a sealed bird, now called a Whipper Will. The phone was associate but it was not authentic. Something not the bird was making the auditory sensation. An interloper ! Kafleck grabbed his brand and buckler and before he could move he was seized by the wave of attackers.


He was surrounded and his people were being held prisoner by the intruding forcefulness. Kafleck lowered, but did n't cut down his sword or shield, in lowering his head he took an armory of the berth. If he fought many would be lost, if he gave in to the captors then anyone who did n't serve the invading clan would surely die, but the unity who did serve their captors would live.


Out of the corner of his eye Kafleck saw one of the captor beginning to sexually molesting one of the jr. females not yet seasoned. In an jiffy Kafleck knew it would be considerably that they all die then to allow the invader to have his female in this manner. He tightened his grip of the sword and lunged out of the grasp of the men who had a hold of his arm. He turned swinging the blade taking the heads off of the men and then twisted and deflected a spear flung at him. Then He lopped the arm off the one who was molesting the Lester Willis Young one.


He scooped her up and used his shell to ward off a coke from a sword as he passed the child onto one of the mother who was grabbing for her all ready. Kafleck then trust his sword into the gut of another assailant pulling out flesh as it passed through. Yet another attacker thrust at him with a sword and Kafleck side stepped him and rotated quickly and beheaded the attacker.


There was profligate everywhere and bodies lined the surface area surrounding him and He stepped and side stepped over the bodies to meet another wafture of armed trespasser flooding toward him. As if time stopped for a brief time, he moved in mobile motions, killing to the lacing of his own pith loudly thumping in his auricle. He met each of them sometimes two at a time and slaughtered them all.


Aware of the cries and shouting of his tribe he could only truly hear his own heart pulsation as he surveyed the area around him. After a few transactions no one was left to come near him. He stood sword at the ready, circling his position, examining the trunk and constituent of soundbox, ready for yet another attack. He had rebuked the challenge and turned away the attackers. Before Kafleck could egress rules of order, the hunting party returned dropping their catch, and coming to the defense of the clan.


Kafleck stood a center of the slaughtered predator and the young men of the hunting party stared at him, coated in rake from head to toe, none of which was his own. The distaff known to be his number one ran to him and hugged him, coating her in the blood as well. Kafleck issued the orders to get the camp in order. He ordered the forefront of all the enemy removed and stake them at the edges of their camp.


The fires needed to be replenished and the injured tended to, the scared reassured, the weak built up. When his club were received and the clan began to go about doing as they were told Kafleck gave one lastly orderliness that being to his act one, Jajeen, she was to go to his tent and wait for him.

She turned to do as she had been told and asked Kafleck if she should wash first because she was covered in pedigree. He said no, just to do as told. It was just preceding dusk and the moon light refulgence bright on them as they went to his collapsible shelter. He entered the tent a few light minutes after she did. Jajeen was a beautiful woman feminine and yet secure. In fact she was potent than some of the men.


Kafleck removed his loin cloth and stepped out of the leather covering his feet. Standing naked and still covered in blood he followed Jajeen as she laid back on the bedding on the primer and spread her stage. Kaflecks motility was as quick as when he launched his defence force and killed the men holding him. His rock hard cock jutted out in front of him as he lunged down on top of her. He was n't being a lover but a conqueror as he pushed his cock in and out of her.


Jajeen squirmed and squealed as Kafleck pumped in and out of her for what seemed like hours in just minute. A sudden wave of blow washed over them as an invader, a kolat, one who stayed back, lept into the tent. Kafleck jumped to his groundwork and grabbed his sword swung it decapitating the trespasser. Kaflecks men entered within s and He motioned them out. Kaflecks'cock was still strong and Jajeen still lay there bare and spreadhead.


Kafleck dropped to his knee joint and sank his rooster back into the fondness of his act one womanhood. He pumped her even faster and harder into her all the spell at his position the freshly blood was still squirting from the stagnant assailant. Kafleck came and held Jajeen tight to him as his rooster jumped and spewed his seed deep inside her. He stood and looked down at Jajeen still spread surface and oozing come from the pussy in the hair between her legs.


He knew the energy was raw and the emotion was madness but Jajeen crawled up to him and sucked his cock until he went hobble in her oral cavity. He motioned her to lay and repose. He got dressed and stepped outside his tent pulling out the last intruder by the leg. No one was around and the encroacher'physical structure had been removed as he had directed. He called to Lount his son and told him to take this body and dispose of it as the others.


Lount and two others came and took the finish utter warrior away. Majory, Kaflecks 2d married woman approached and held out her hand and led him by the moon Christ Within and a torch to the sharpness of the creek and washed him removing all the lineage travail and come. Signa the third gear one of his charwoman brought Jajeen to the creek as well and was washed her. By the flashlight light at the edge of the stream they could see the sentry go at the perphrial standing vigil over them.


There was an area of water that was slightly deeper than the rest that had a warm give feeding into the stream. These pouch recess were mutual and often served as a home to moisten. In the Moon light Kafleck took a moment to take account the looker all around him, the three women naked and washing getting along with no complaint or jealousy.

The End