CHAPTER 7

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One Month Later....

Steve's small house was newly built with his own hands, a humble structure made from wood and supported by tree trunks. The roof was covered in a thick layer of snow, but inside, a small fire burned brightly, warming the space and casting a red glow on the walls.

He sat at a simple wooden table near the fire, enjoying its warmth as he worked on his hunting gear. His Captain America suit was hung on a nearby peg, the snow melting off it and dripping onto the floorboards. He felt a sense of contentment in the cozy space he had crafted for himself in the frozen north.

Knock!

As he adjusted one of his short swords, a knock resonated through the house. He set down the arrow and glanced toward the door.

"Who is it?" he called out with curiosity, expecting perhaps a fellow tribesperson or one of the hunters returning with news.

Other person didn't even answer and soon....

The door opened with a slight push, revealing Jara as she stepped inside with a playful smile.

"You can't even recognize my voice? How sad," she teased, taking a seat across the table from him and setting down a covered pot of steaming hot food.

Steve chuckled at her comment. "You didn't speak, so how would I?"

""Oops, my bad!" Looking at the hot young man smiling at her, she changed the subject. "How's it going, warrior? You haven't set foot outside today," Jara inquired, her voice light yet laced with curiosity.

"As you can see, I'm enjoying my time, Mrs jara" Steve replied, surprised by her visit but appreciating the kind gesture, especially since her husband was usually out hunting. He had grown fond of the beautiful MILF over the past month, often visiting her home and training her daughter in swordsmanship.

But because of their unnatural closeness, rumors began to spread, despite his efforts to stop it; now people in the tribe were talking about him having relations with her every night, which was not true. Of course, he denied all the rumors, but it still aroused jealousy among the young maidens who were reluctant pursuers of Steve, making Jara's life difficult.

Nonetheless, her presence always stirred something inside him, a simmering attraction he couldn't ignore, so he continued meeting her.

"Stop it, Mr. Lone Hunter, and eat this," Jara teased, her voice holding a playful edge as she placed the pot of food in front of him.

"Jara, what's this? Bringing me food?" Steve asked, intrigued by her unexpected visit.

Jara grinned mischievously, her dark hair pulled back in a loose braid. "You shared your hunt with us yesterday, so I thought it only fair to return the favor. Besides my daughter and I have small appetites, but if you're feeling grateful, you can always share good things with us... haha."

Steve nodded appreciatively.

"Fair enough. Thanks."

He began to eat the meal, savoring the warmth and flavor of the food. While he wasn't lazy, cooking had always been tiresome for him.

"Hmm, wow, it's so tasty," Steve said, his words muffled by the food.

"Slow down a bit, Steve, or you might choke," Jara warned, al

As Steve ate with enthusiasm, Jara leaned in and gently wiped away a smear of food from the corner of his lips with the edge of her sleeve. Steve was momentarily startled by her forwardness, catching a whiff of her seductive scent as she leaned in.

"Hey, what's this?" he said, surprised by her intimate gesture.

Jara's smile was teasing.

"Just making sure you stay clean, Steve. Can't have the tribe's star hunter walking around with food on his face, right? A skilled hunter like you should know how to take things slow and savor every moment like this, don't you think?"

Steve laughed out of surprise, amusement evident in his eyes. His gaze soon settled on Jara, captivated by the round, plump fullness of her straining chest. The way her clothes hugged her curves, accentuating her protruding nipples, sent his heart racing. Jara also noticed his reaction and, feeling emboldened, she shifted her position, letting her hair fall away from her chest, revealing her inviting cleavage and a generous portion of her soft, pale skin.

"I can manage just fine, thanks. No need to baby me," Steve said, though he couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him at her touch.

Jara leaned in slightly closer, her gaze lingering on him. "But I don't think of you as a baby..." Realizing her boldness, she quickly sat back in her seat, adding, "I mean, I know you can handle yourself, Steve. But I enjoy taking care of you. It's the least I can do after all you've done for us."

Steve shifted slightly, not entirely comfortable with the intimacy of her gesture but not wanting to discourage her company.

Ever since Steve had won the fight and killed Gendu, Jara felt an unexplainable change whenever she saw him. Her body would flush with heat, and she couldn't help but stare at his striking appearance. Her desire for him intensified, leading her to masturbate on his clothes when he wasn't around, finding release in his lingering scent.

Of course, she washed them clean after doing the deed.

"I suppose I can't argue with that," Steve said, breaking the silence. A touch of lightness entered his voice, but his mind raced with mixed emotions. "Still, you should be careful. People notice things, and gossip travels fast around here."

Jara's expression remained unfazed, a knowing smile on her lips. "Let them talk, Steve. As long as we know the truth, that's all that matters. And our intentions are pure, aren't they?" Her words hung in the air, charged with an unspoken understanding between them.

Steve gave her a sideways glance, trying to gauge her intentions. "You're playing with fire, Jara."

"Whatever... I won't keep you any longer. Enjoy your meal, Steve," Jara said with a parting smile. As she left the room, Steve's gaze was locked on her jiggling hips, watching the sway of her ample figure, making him question how much longer they could maintain their unspoken boundaries.

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After some time...

Steve had just finished his dinner and was ready for some rest when he heard Doran's familiar voice calling from outside his house.

"Young lad, have you forgotten?" Doran's voice echoed, and Steve groaned as he pulled himself up.

"Damn, I forgot! Give me a moment, old man," Steve shouted, rushing to get ready.

He sighed, feeling a pang of annoyance as he realized he had forgotten about their mission.

He quickly donned his suit: his Captain America uniform with an added fluttering robe and an Assassin's Creed-like hoodie he had designed. He then grabbed his short sword in one hand and his round and bloody shield in the other. The hood was shading his face slightly, and then he stepped outside to join Doran and the rest of his team.

Bob, his friend with a perverse streak, greeted him with a grin.

"All dressed up, huh? We aren't going for a massacre, Steve!"

"Shut up, Bob. I'm not in the mood for your shit," Steve snapped impatiently. He was still feeling irritated due to Mrs. Jara testing his patience lately.

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Soon...

The group of five set out toward the west, leaving their tribe behind. Besides Steve's shield and Doran's sword, Bob Uchiha carried his trusty axe, while Jack Uzumaki and Snyder Senju, skilled archers, followed with their bows. Their mission was to eliminate a cannibal giant that had been ambushing merchants from their tribe and others, residing in the husky forest that connects both the Cocoon tribe and their allies, the Mongrel tribe.

After traveling for at least 4 hours, they arrived at the location, venturing deeper into the dusky forest. The light dimmed, and the sounds of wildlife faded. The cold air was crisp and biting, but it wasn't their first time since they had worked as a team for the last few weeks; they had absolute confidence in each other.

The group moved carefully, their senses attuned to their surroundings as they advanced deeper into the snowy terrain. Steve led the way, his shield held in front of him, ready to block any attacks. Doran, Bob, and the archers followed closely, staying alert and prepared.

Groowwwwllll..

Suddenly, tension thickened as they heard the ground rumble, a harbinger of the giant's approach. The sound resonated through the icy trees, setting off waves of unease among the group.

Under normal circumstances, giants wouldn't have noticed them as their kind is usually dumb. However, ever since the rumor spread, travelers stopped venturing through this path.

Because of this, he had been hungry for days. Even after annihilating every animal in the forest, the giant still felt that there was a need for more nutrition.

Thump! Thud! Thump!

Steve's grip tightened on his shield as the monstrous figure of the cannibal giant emerged from the snowy forest. The giant was a grotesque sight, towering over them with its massive frame covered in tattered, blood-stained furs. Its green, mottled skin and long, claw-like fingers added to its nightmarish appearance.

The giant's eyes were bloodshot and wild, its yellowed teeth with blood drooling from them. Without a second thought, he charged at their group. Steve raised his shield just in time to block the giant's massive fist, the impact sending shockwaves through the ground and nearly knocking him off balance.

The positive aspect was that the giant was still a child, only 200 years old; otherwise, Steve would have been six feet under the snow by now.

"Hold your ground!" Steve shouted as he pushed back against the giant's strike and fell on the ground.

But soon...

Steve retaliated quickly, throwing his shield at the giant's hand with intense speed, slicing through the air and severing its long fingers. The giant howled in pain, clutching its wounded hand as blood gushed out, staining the snow below.

The giant's roar was deafening, a terrifying sound that echoed through the trees and seemed to shake the very earth beneath them. As the giant, now enraged, plucked a massive tree from the ground with its remaining hand and hurled it at the group with terrifying speed, the tree cut through the cold air with a whistling sound.

"Not good!" Doran exclaimed as the tree barreled toward them.

Jack and Snyder, perched in the trees nearby, were shaken but not affected as they were quite far away.

"Run away! It was a mistake to come here! Who the fuck said he was a kid?" Snyder shouted, his voice filled with fear.

"Darn...it"

Steve, determined to protect his friends, rushed toward the path of the oncoming tree. His gaze fixed on the tree as it flew through the air. Summoning all his strength, Steve braced himself and caught the tree mid-air with both arms outstretched.

"AHHHHHHH....GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE"

The impact was immense. His muscles strained and bulged as he grappled with the massive trunk, his face a mask of concentration and intense pain. The effort was incredible, causing him to slide back in the snow as he wrestled the tree to the ground, eventually managing to redirect its trajectory away from his friends.

After struggling a little, Steve slammed the tree to the ground with a tremendous crash. Snow and ice exploded on impact, and Steve took a moment to catch his breath as Doran laughed at his feat of strength.

"Hahaha! We almost forgot... we also have someone stronger on our side! Let's end this quickly! Now it's our chance, Bob!

"We need to end it quickly!" Steve shouted. "Jack, Snyder, you can't do anything to him! Get to safety!"

Jack and Snyder ignored Steve and fired big arrows at the giant, making it even angrier. The arrows hit the giant in its eyes and chest, causing it to growl in pain. They thought Steve wanted all the loot for himself since he was strong enough to take on the giant, but they also wanted to get in on the action.

The giant, now fixated on the archers, charged at them with terrifying speed. Given no time to react, it reached them and snatched both Jack and Snyder with its massive hand. It raised them to its mouth and bit down, tearing their flesh apart with horrifying chewing sounds.

Chew!! Crunches!! Splurt!!

Steve watched in horror as his friends were devoured, their screams abruptly silenced. Blood sprayed from the giant's mouth, staining the snow a deep red. The gruesome sight filled Steve with  rage and sorrow.

All that happened in a split second without giving Steve any time for a counterattack.

"Nooo!" he cried out, his emotions boiling over. He launched himself directly at the giant's neck, grabbing hold and using all his strength to make the giant kneel in pain. With a mighty thrust, he plunged the end of his shield into the back of the giant's neck, causing it to scream in agony.

Grooooowwwll....

Steve knew it wasn't enough. He retrieved a short sword from his waist and, with a fierce scream, drove it down the giant's throat. Blood spewed from the wound as the giant convulsed, but it wasn't enough to kill it.

"Now, Doran! Bob! Kill him!" Steve shouted, holding onto the giant's neck.

Bob and Doran reacted immediately. Bob used his strength to propel Doran into the air, aiming him toward the giant. Doran seized the moment and drove his long sword directly into the giant's heart.

GEEEEKKKROO...

The giant let out one last, desperate roar before collapsing to the ground, its massive body shuddering one final time before going still. Blood pooled around the giant's lifeless form, soaking the snow in a dark crimson shade.

The group stood in silence, catching their breath and mourning the loss of Jack and Snyder. The battle had been brutal and costly, but Steve, Doran, and Bob had survived.

No one spoke a word; the air was completely still. Soon, they cut off the giant's head as proof and burned the bodies of Jack Uzumaki and Snyder Senju. Since the brothers were orphans, the group had no choice but to take their belongings. Then, Old Man Doran spoke,

"Let's head back."

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To Be Continue...