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A wild Hunt (Sharub x Yondertoy)

His answer sounded like a salvation to her ears despite she could have barely hinted his exact words, his motions left no doubts. "He purged me" thought the young woman touching her emptied belly "He purged my body and soul... i am free"; with her mind still floating around terrible visions and reminiscences of past rituals, her companion approached her, lifting her trembling, naked, sweaty body to stand.

With groggy and uncertain pace, she leaned onto Yhuana, following her steps in the barely lit halls, listening to her voice, her friendly and calm voice, sighing to calm her nerves. "I am saved now. With my friend..." thought her, saddened at the virtual impossibility to understand eachother, repeating almost without hearing herself <<...masru...>> as she got to mean "gone"...

Under the lead of her friend, they wer outside, insects and other crratures of the night chanted, but a strange glow sparkled beneath the dark shadows of the tree, just like the demonic eyes they witnessed... a kick of ice hit her spine, soon comforted by Yhuana that pointed at them, without fear, and named them.

They were so near the pool, Sharub left with a gentle tug the support of Yhuana's arm, and, even if with a weak walk, she managed to walk near the pool, then, with a leap, she jumped in the waters, refreshing her body, distend her mind, and symbolically clean herself after her inner purge. With the waters utterly colder under the moon's spell, she emitted a surprised girly shriek, and after a quick bath, the young Sharub emerged from the waters, walking toward Yhuana with her body drippling with cold water, her soft features hardened by the water.
 
The moonlight painted a dreamscape. Yhuana felt her mouth grow dry. The sight of Sharub, naked and wet walking towards her, sent waves of desire through her. She tried to retain her concerned posture, but her breathing quickened and she felt growing rapidly warm all over.

The curves of Sharub’s body invariably drew in her eyes. Yhuana felt time slowing as this beautiful nude woman moved towards her. Droplets of water ran from Sharub’s black hair between her full breasts, crossing her firm belly and briefly cling to her intimacy.

In Yhuana’s mind her hands, her mouth, her tongue traced the water’s path. She stood stupidly holding the hide in her hand, quivering with contained desire as Sharub stepped towards her. Breathing shallow and fast, her lips slightly parted, she sought Sharub's eyes.
 
Sharub approached her friend, that stood still few meters away, holding an hide like a dead pole; moving closer, she noticed a curious expression over her face. Puzzled at first, Sharub opened her arms and hugged Yhuana, her cold perky erect nipples touched the warm skin of Yhuana, making the young girl to blush in awkwardice, but she was sincere. An hug to a friend, a companion that shared her escape and passed so many troubles with you. Not knowing what to say, She kissed her cheeck with a smile, <<A'ini>> placing her hand on her heart, sharub Sharub whispered her word of friendship, sorrowful for not being able to be understood.
 
Yhuana felt vertigo. As Sharub closed her arms around, her wet breasts pressed against her, she was being pulled off the edge. Her body betrayed her. The blush gave away the heat she felt inside. Sharub’s hard nipples against her skin, her lips on her cheek and words like a spell; Yhuana dropped the skin she’d been holding. And she was free. Putting her arms around Sharub, and pulling her close, she kissed her mouth. The touch electric and she shuddered with longing.
 
All happened so of a sudden, like a blissful blink, Sharub felt the lips of her friend onto hers; she looked at her with wide eyes, while being tightly embraced, muffling in her mouth. Wondering at the act, Sharub was surprised, startled by the sudden and unexpected kiss, bringing a new feeling to her... never in her life she has been kissed on her lips, and that her friend was doing it... is it an extremized feeling? love? friendship?

Still unsettled by the act, thinking being something of her tribe or a mistake from the darkness, not sure how to react at that action, Sharub took the hide that fell on the ground and proceeded to walk inside, the cool air no longer welcomed on her body.
 
As Sharub walked away from her, Yhauna clasped her hands to her face. Surprised by her own deeds she felt seared by embarrassment and shame, and knew not what to do. Standing in a sliver of moonlight, she briefly cried in silence. The events of the last days had shaken her to her bones, and now she feared she had alienated her only friend.

Yet you and Sharub are alive. Are free of the Batak and watched over by a God, no less. You should be happy! She silently chastised herself. The thoughts steeled her some. And after taking a few deep breaths she recomposed, wiped away her tears, and went inside.

Anxious as how to approach her now, Yhuana cast around for Sharub in the dark. Only faint light eminated from the small fire in the main chamber. Yhuana thought to see a shadow like smoke move along the wall.
 
Walking into the stone hut, Sharub thought of her friend and their kiss, wondering if it was an act to cement their friendship or something else. Without thinking too much, she placed the hide at her waist again with a knot, not minding to let her breasts to wibble at each step, preferring this to the uncomfortable squishyness of a tight top.

Seeing the light of the fire coming from the central hall, she reminded that the God cleansed her body and soul... and yet she have to thank him again, and to not thank a God is a sin; A deadly sin. Gulping, the young topless girl walled past the room she and her friend used to sleep, past the entrance and into the large hall, trying to imagine a way to state her thoughts, her respect, her submission to his will... without daring too much.
 
Following the movement of shadow, Yhuana gingerly walked towards the light emanating from the main chamber. Upon entering, she immediately caught sight of Sharub ahead of her. Yhuana hesitated as to how to approach the woman she had kissed in a surge of passion.

For as she now again looked at her in the flame light - wet hair, full bare breasts and that alluring curve of her hips - Yhuana feared she’d repeat her mistake in an instant.

As Yhuana stood paused in indecision, the hide door at the far end of the hall swung open. Her mind infirm with exhaustion, she first thought some nightmarish beast had now finally come to end them. Yet what entered was the Jackal-God carrying the carcass of a black boar across his strong shoulders.

Blood clinging to his fur, he still carried a bloodied blade in his clawed hand. Despite the weight of the dead animal the Jackal strode lightly towards the fire in the center of the room. His gaze seemed distant when he looked upon the women, the flames reflecting a primordial depth in those ancient eyes.

Keeping her head low, Yhuana quickly moved forward to prostate herself before the master of their fate. For despite all her doubts and confusion, concerning her God and his deeds she was now wholeheartedly willing to kneel in worship.
 
Sharub's eyes were wary and active, trying to discern the shapes of the unfamiliar hall, hoping to get the presence of the God. Alerted by the subtle noise of the hide at the entrance, her research for him ended, as his furred frame appeared in the warm yellowish l
dance of the fire. More real than truth as as marvellous as life itself, he walked in animalistic grace trough the hall, carrying a carcass, warm blood trickling over his own fur. Like a God of warriors, a God of hunters, he stood, loking at the two weak human females with sufficiency.

Sharub smiled on her mind, gulping. With surprised joy she saw Yhuana prostrating in submission, but despite she wanted to prostrate, she had to thank him. Sharub knelt, looking at him, then with a gulp, she started to explain her words; <<batak...mosru>> she accompanied the word eith a motion of her hand, slitting her throat; <<Varr...mosru>> motioning her belly and something going away; then her hands tried to indicate the large hut over their head, then the food and the water. <<Sharub>> said her as she pounded her chest over her hesrt with an hand, sending soft jiggles across her chest, then with her hand she motioned to him.

Having thanked him for having saved her, cleansed her, fed... drenched... housed... she give her soul and body to him, to use as he deems worth.
After her words of heart, she prostrated on the floor, as Yhuana did.
 
On her knees and head bowed in submission and devotion, Yhuana felt a calm come over her. After Sharub had uttered sounds of gratitude to their divine master and prostrated herself besides Yhuana, the comfort of surrender brought peace to her confused mind.

A moment of silence and then a heavy wet thud directly in front of them. Startled, Yhuana looked slightly up and was face to face with the dead boar, its eyes empty and tongue lolling from its tusked jaw. Gingerly, she raised her eyes to their master.

Their God stood gazing down at them, his tail moving calmly from side to side. He was awesome to behold, a being out of pure myth and a force of nature. The blood run dark traces down his fur, muscles corded in his arms, his chest and stomach muscles pronounced on his animal hide. He breathed relaxed, a slight twitching of his ears as his knowing eyes seemed to pierce Yhuana’s soul.

She felt utterly overwhelmed. But then, Yhuana thought to see a hint of amusement cross the God’s visage. He prodded the carcass with his canine leg, shoving it closer towards them. Then he leaned in, pointed at the dead beast and then at the fire, and stuck his blade in the animal’s neck. Upon which he got up and strode past them, out of the main hall and towards the enclosed area outside.
 
In the reverent silence that followed, Sharub hoped to have made her message... her prayer known to the God. A loud thud shakee her mind with surprise. Looking upward, the girl found Yhuana in her same position, windering what caused the thud, realizing immediately that the pray have been fallen on the floor.

Her eyes wwndered on his face, daring the blasphemy of the act, catching an aura of... satisfaction on his face. As simple as it was to understand, He ordered them to cook the boar, His motions out of mistake. Moving her head against the floor, hearing him to pass by and disappear into the nearby hall.

Taking the initiative and having assisted several times to a proper skinning, Sharub took the knife in her hand, trembling at the emotion of holding such a blessed artifact in her hands; with an excited glance to Yhuana, she pressed the knife in the boar's belly, knowing that the first thing to do is to disembowel the pray. Her hands helped the knife to pass trough the hide, cutting it open, unceremoniously cutting its intestine near the stomach, remiving the still warm guts from the body.

It was a long procedure, but finally the boar was almost ready, Sharub was covered in blood as several times she scratched her skin or wiped a drop of sweat with blooded hands. Panting, she looked at her friend, handing her the knife: it was time to skin it.
Eyes filled of energy, Sharub was ready to help her in any way...
 
Exchanging a nervous glance with Sharub, Yhuana wondered for moment how to take on the task they had been given. Yet as she saw Sharub busy herself with gutting the boar, she cast around for wood to stoke the fire with. Against the side under the broken steps leading up to one of the balconies she found considerable pile of firewood.

Carrying a bundle to the fire, she reminded herself that the next day they’d needed to gather more from the forest. The sense of purpose and having a means to serve their lord brought renewed energy, pushing back some of the exhaustion she still felt.

As Yhuana had stacked sticks on the flames for a decent cooking fire, Sharub finished pulling the entrails from the animal. As Sharub handed her the knife slick with gore, Yhuana hesitated for a moment. Among the Batak the women were not allowed to not skin large animals.

She took the blade from Sharub, and was momentarily at a loss as how to proceed. But then, memories of her life before she’d become a captive returned. They were fragments of experience buried with her grief. Her mother or aunt showing her how to strip the hide of a jungle deer, where to cut and what to leave.

With more confidence, she cut along inside and around the back the hind legs, slashed away the skin along its chest and around its throat. Then she gestured Sharub to take the boar’s legs, and she proceed to pull and cut the skin from flesh, tail to tusked head. Her whole body straining with the effort, smeared with blood and viscera. Yet, through the task she recovered a sense of pride and capacity.

As the hide came free she fell over backwards, the skin flapping over her face. She shrieked and struggeled for moment to get the gory thing of her. Then with he skin in one hand and the blade in the other, she looked at her blood-spattered friend and started giggling.
 
Looking at the other woman skillfully working at the beast's hide, she felt satisfied of their work and certainly their God will recognize their ability and usefulness in his domain.

Minute after minute, the two womens turned the still warm boar into a perfectly roastable piece of meat and bones; the two shared a giggle looking at their bodies that seemed exited from the very carcass of the prey, smiling while mimicking another washing bath.

Still, With a nod, Sharub took a stake, and passed another to the blooded friend. If they manage to place the meat near or over the fire, they can go wash themselves... again... and then eat, hoping in the satisfaction of the God.
 
The boar now cut into manageable pieces, they trimmed some sticks to serve as supports from which to hang the meat close to the fire. As Sharub worked the wood, Yhuana went and sought a few parts of crumbled stone with which to brace the grilling-sticks.

With the fire at a steady heat, together they arranged the meat around it. Close enough to cook and not to char. After the earlier awkwardness of the kiss, Yhuana felt relax again in the other woman’s presence. Small smiles and occasional giggles while flicking bits of meat at each other.

Yhuana knew she really like Sharub, in many ways. Now she was to her a primal goddess of gore, flesh, and bare breasts that was both comical and enticing. I would gladly go on my knees for you too Yhuana thought for a second.

They were both covered in drying blood and strands of gore. Shaking off the momentarily hazy relapse into lust, Yhuana definitely felt the need to wash. Again. Like they had both had already exchanged in gesture. Though, they’d have to find a place to discard of the animal’s guts and other inedible parts. Yhuana agonized over this for a moment, until she recalled what sometimes her ancestral tribesmen would do.

Having seen the finer hides that their lord seemed to have aplenty, she guessed that the coarse and marked boar skin would not be suitable for any other use. So she spread out the hide and gathering the wobbling mass of gut and organs in her arms placed them on it. Then she closed the hide upon the waste. Enlisting Sharub’s aid, she used the knife to make several holes through which a length of intestine was threaded and the whole could be pulled closed like a bag.
 
The scene was almost unreal for the overall strange setting of two young womens covered in blood and boar hairs, one of which with her breasts exposed, and now and then giggling and smiling... but it also felt natural, creating a bond that was proper of a tribe... a tied group of mates and companions, sharing the prey and working together to get the meat on the fire.

Their minds walked together as they both shared inquisitive looks at the mass of guts, but while Sharub was thinking of what to do since no shamsn could read the gods's will on them... and with a proper God walking among them, she saw Yhuana to fetch the hide and, with a flourush, seal the guts inside, leaving only a blood stained floor and a bag of bowels as sole hints of a boar... at least one that was not roasting on the fire.

Sharing a satisfied sigh with Yhuana, Sharub quickly walked trough the now familiar hall in order to bathe; the feeling of the drying blood on her skin, creating a sticky and unpleasantly tight seal was no longer bearable and was now hoping to be in the darkness of the night and the cleaning waters of the pool.
 
Together they emerged unto the enclosed area. Slivers of moonlight painted lines on ancient stones, where overgrown statues of gods stood guard. The giant banyan tree at the end of the rectangular basin sheltered most in deep shadow. The tiny red glowing bodies of n’kiri pulsed as the firebugs danced among the tree’s branches.

As Yhuana reached the basin she undid her loincloth. For a moment she faintly caught a strange heavy sweet smell, paused, but then quickly entered the dark cleansing waters. Submerging herself and then standing waist-deep, she vigorously rubbed her body, rinsed her hair, to clean away the gore. She felt giddy with emotion and exhaustion. Smiling, she playfully splashed water at Sharub.
 
Overwhelmed by a strange excitement given by the tickly feeling of the drying blood on her skin or a primal response to the blood's smell filling her nostrils, Sharub almost ran in the garden, targeting only the silhouette of the pool, unfastening the knot on her hip with ease; afterall, nudity is not strange... at least hers. With a leap, she trow herself in the fresh clean waters, immediately feeling thd boar's blood to water and leaver her body, a gentle caress of her hand was enough to remove the gorey proof of their butchery.

A surprised yelp escaped from Sharub, not expecting the splashing of her friend. Turning toward her, she saw her smile and a giggle. Sharing a smile, Sharub answered on her own with a laughter and a splash with her hands. After the ordeals of the past dats, never in her mind it was kept in consideration the thought of playing in the waters... Splashing and laughing...
 
The elation of play, both women nude in the water, brought back the heat longing in Yhuana. She ceased laughing and shyly looked away from Sharub. She sat one of the submerged steps, a short distance from the naked beauty that so exited her. With just her head above, her hands moved under water as guided by a will of their own.

One hand brushed her aroused nipple, rubbing and squeezing it gently. Her legs slowly parting, she let her other hand slip between them. Tracing her swelling lips with a finger and circling her thumb over her clit, barely suppressing a moan at the motion, then sliding two fingers inside her craving cunt.

Blinking away colors that exploded behind her eyelids opened them and gingerly through a hazy glanced at Sharub in the dark. Then, behind Sharub, a faint reddish glow grew. In the light a visage appeared. Scared at first, Yhuana was startled and blinked again. With image sharpening in focus, she froze. The Jackal reclined against the huge trunk of the banyan, his legs resting on one of enormous roots.

The glow came from the some kind of pipe. Now she realized what that sweet smell had been she’d picked up earlier. In the she could discern their lord’s face and he was looking at them, intently. Awkwardly, she stumbled backward and halfway out the water. Naked and dripping she bowed deep in submission.
 
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