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Primitive Man

A merciless and unforgiving world where a common cold could kill you, a world where survival of the fittest applied— A world where humans aren't at the top of the food chain. A world where the roar of predators echoes through the wilderness, and the threat of being hunted lingers around every corner. A world where the natural elements are both beautiful and deadly, with raging storms and scorching heat waves that can wipe out entire communities. Every day is a battle for survival, with individuals and groups fighting tooth and nail to secure food, shelter, and water. The weak and vulnerable are often left behind, their fate sealed by the brutal law of the jungle. And in this same age, same jungle there was a young boy, whose fate changed when he heard an unknown voice in his head. Garnt woke up feeling a little better after he was on the verge of death because of a single wound he suffered from hunting, and the first thing he noticed was that everything around him looked foreign to him, even though the cave he was lying in was supposed to be his home. While he was unconscious from the injuries, Garnt saw several things he couldn't even understand. He saw people using brick-like equipment to communicate with each other and flying monsters that happily served humans by taking them inside their bodies. A bizarre world where everyone covered their bodies. He saw giant structures that stood even taller than the largest caves he had seen and suddenly a voice questioned his mind about what he witnessed. [Why do these waters look muddy? Why don't you filter them?] What are you talking about? This is how they are supposed to look.  [Why are these weapons so blunt?] They are sharp enough for me. [Where are your clothes, Don't you get cold?] What are clothes, I don't know. [Why do men and women look like they don't feel anything while having sex? Wasn't it supposed to be romantic and sensual?] What do you mean? It is just an activity for procreation. After witnessing such a world, Garnt felt like they were missing something important. His current status looked like a living hell when he compared it with the vision he had. But was that vision real? Does something like that really exist? [Yes, it exists. Do you want to see that world? I will help you, but in exchange, you should make my dream come true.] ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Author's Note: —This story has R-18 elements to it, but no netorare (NTR) —This story doesn't follow the real evolution process from the Pre-historic period and there are some added fantasy elements since this is a work of fiction. Disclaimer:- Some of the illustrations are not mine, so if you want me to remove them please contact me via Discord. Join the Discord for Illustrations and updates:- https://discord.gg/kHNVDfBTJr

ElectricLuna · Fantasy
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243 Chs

Ferocious woman

Ayra's eyes blazed with an unquenchable fury as she beheld the scene before her. Her broken spear held tightly in her trembling hand, she charged towards the colossal man who had mercilessly thrown her defenceless nephew into a gnarled tree, leaving him bleeding and broken.

 

"Noooo!" she screamed, her voice a mix of anguish and rage, her heart pounding like a war drum.

 

With a primal roar, Ayra leapt forward, her every ounce of strength channelled into that battered spear. Her movements were swift, driven by an overwhelming need for vengeance. The light of hatred danced in her eyes, as though she were a force of nature herself.

 

The gigantic man turned toward Ayra after wiping his face, a wicked grin playing on his lips, thinking her a mere insect to be swatted away. But he had underestimated her resolve. In a flash, she was upon him, her spear aimed at the very pinnacle of his skull. The clash was a symphony of violence and defiance, a struggle between an indomitable spirit and a hulking behemoth.

 

She had given up all her limits, with her only intention being to kill the man in front of her and go back to her nephew and hug him.

 

"Die! Die! Die!" Ayra's voice was a fierce growl, her words etched with the pain of a thousand wounds.

 

The spear's tip found its mark, piercing through flesh and bone, and Ayra poured every ounce of her anger into that thrust. Again and again, she drove the weapon into him, her curses echoing through the air like a vengeful chorus. Each strike was a testament to the ferocity of her love for her nephew, each stab a declaration that she would not allow anyone to touch her family.

 

The man's struggles grew weaker, his once formidable strength dwindling as the fatal wound sapped his life force and the poison did its work as his limbs grew numb over time. With a final, defiant glare, he collapsed, his eyes fading to a vacant white as death claimed him.

 

Ayra's chest heaved, her breath ragged as she stood over the fallen giant, her hands still clutching the blood-stained spear. She had avenged her nephew, but the cost had been steep.

 

Tears welled in her eyes as she turned and ran to her injured nephew, Garnt, her heart aching with a mixture of relief and sorrow. Kneeling beside him, she gently cradled his battered form, her voice softening as she whispered words of comfort.

 

"Shh, it's over now. You're safe," Ayra murmured, her voice a soothing balm.

 

Garnt stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet her gaze. "A-Ayra? Is it... over? I'm sorry I was weak,"

 

"Yes," she replied, her voice a tremulous smile. "He won't hurt you anymore but don't say that. You were really strong."

 

[Garnt, quickly drink some water. You are getting dehydrated.]

 

Eva's voice sounded so disturbed, as she felt pain just by looking at him. For her, this was not a pleasant feeling, since it reminded her of the time when she discovered about her daughter's death. It was traumatic, but also she had to question how she looked at Garnt.

 

[Damn it! Don't go ahead and act all brave when you're this weak. I don't want you to die, after all, you're my host.]

 

Hiding her true feelings of care, Eva shouted and looked around to see whether she could find some water with her senses, but unfortunately, there wasn't any.

 

[Water! Quickly need to find some water! Wait,]

 

Eva suddenly paused as her senses locked onto a specific area on Ayra's body. She was clearly able to see how Ayra's nipple area was wet with some kind of liquid, and Eva suddenly had a realization.

 

[Garnt, quickly remove her top and drink her milk after all breast milk is more than 80% water, It's not good for your body to be dehydrated. I know this is absurd, but it is the only way.]

 

"Hah?" Garnt was startled to hear her words, but he felt like fainting as time went on. Ayra suddenly tried to lift him and take him back to Gundo, but Garnt suddenly used his hand and squeezed her breast, which caused Ayra to moan a little.

 

"What- what are you doing?" She asked confused but then she saw him trying to grab her boobs looking rather dead and thirsty. She looked at him then at her own nipples, and understood what he was trying to do.

 

Keeping Garnt on the floor again, she removed her top and took his head onto her lap.

 

"Drink it! You will feel better once you do that," She muttered and pushed her wet nipple against, Garnt's mouth causing him to quickly grab her and suck on her like a baby.

 

Ayra felt a little weird doing this on a battlefield and toward her sister's son, but she knew his safety was the priority.

 

"Garnt, you look like a baby, this is a really strange feeling," She didn't have any idea about what is considered taboo and what is not as a Stone Age woman, but felt it was wrong somehow to feed her sister's one and only son like this.

 

While Garnt was engrossed in taking the hydration he needed, the two kids kept looking at everything with confused faces. They saw how a gigantic man fell on the floor without showing any movement, and quickly got close to Garnt without even looking at Ayra.

 

They started to growl at him looking at him with a confused look. Ayra decided to talk with them on behalf of Garnt and explain things to them.

 

"You two.. are free now," She said those words hoping they would be able to understand her, but it didn't happen as they looked confused.

 

While Ayra and Garnt were busy in their own world, the woman who was with a gigantic man tried to escape, after getting her consciousness back, but her attempt didn't succeed as Garnt suddenly got his energy back and saw her crawling on the floor. He also didn't have to act quickly since she was slower than a snail with her body going numb from the pain of Garnt's slight tap.

 

"Aunt! I'm sorry for doing that," With a little blush on his face, Garnt muttered but he knew this wasn't the time for his horniess to take over him.

 

He tried to get up, but he knew wounds were not allowing him to do that. Ayra, who quickly understood his intention lifted him like a princess and looked at him in the eyes.

 

"It's fine. I haven't fed my kid in years, so this is such a fresh feeling for me. Besides, it's not like I hated it," She said with a smile without even bothering to cover her wet nipples.

 

"Aunt, tie that woman and let's take her back to our cave, and tell these two kids to follow us. Also, make sure to check their cave to find anything useful for us. We are done here,"

 

Ayra nodded at his words, and decided to act upon his orders while carrying him. She felt like a true family when he relied on her, so she was more than happy to follow his orders knowing that he was the ideal man, she had been searching for years.

 

'Maybe I should ask him to mate with my daughter when she grows up. They will be able to live my dreams since both of them are matching with each other' 

 

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

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