Primitive Man

Amel and his band of warriors trod silently through the dense forest, the towering trees casting elongated shadows over their determined faces.

Most of the group were men, but there were a few women tied with ropes following them without any shade of life in their eyes, and anyone who saw their naked bodies could easily tell that they were being abused by these men.

The air was thick with anticipation as they approached the forest of the enemy territory. Little did Amel know, a silent storm was brewing within his own ranks.

As the group pressed forward, Amel's keen senses detected a disturbance at the back of the formation. He turned his head to witness the mighty Moga, their strongest warrior, in the throes of an internal struggle.

"Again?" With an annoyed look, he looked back. Moga's eyes reflected a wild madness, a result of some nefarious substance that Amel had administered to make him the wild beast he was.

'It's getting worse. It won't be long before he loses all the control and starts attacking us, but before that, I need to get rid of Garnt.'

Amel hurriedly made his way to Moga, concern etched across his face. "Moga, calm yourself! We can't afford chaos now. If you hold it together, you'll have the chance to snap Garnt and devour him," Amel urged, his voice a low, urgent whisper."You remember Garnt right? That brat who crushed your pride as a man?"

Moga's eyes, once clouded with turmoil, focused on Amel. A menacing growl escaped his lips, revealing the depths of his inner battle. "Garnt... I'll crush him, Garnt! Where is Garnt?" Moga snarled, a flicker of sanity returning to his eyes.

Relief washed over Amel as Moga regained control, a realization dawning on him – Moga's anchor to sanity was his burning hatred for Garnt. With this newfound understanding, Amel saw an opportunity, a means to exploit Moga's volatile power and also a danger.

'I should get rid of this man as soon as Garnt is dead. System, do you know the best way to kill him?'

[Pierce his heart or brain in one single attack. No matter how strong he is, it will cause his instant death.]

Taking the system's advice, he made his own plan for the future but right now, his main enemy was none other than Garnt.

"We press on to Baktou's village. Once we eliminate him, Garnt's strength will crumble a lot," Amel declared, his eyes gleaming with determination. "And once we kill that woman named Ayra and my dear bitch Rona, Garnt is just a single person that Moga will take care of. Baktou is already dead to me because my dear advisor is there aiming for his head."

Amel didn't know that Garnt was also in Baktou's village, and he was purposely left of that information by Kali for her own advantage. None of these people was loyal to each other, instead, they had their own plans that they wanted to achieve.

The march continued, fueled by the shared purpose of vengeance, and it went on for a few more hours until they noticed that the forest trees looked rather damaged for some reason.

Amel squinted at the battered trees, a sense of foreboding settling over him. The once lush and vibrant forest now bore the scars of a fierce battle, its foliage trampled and torn. He halted the march, his gaze flickering between the damaged surroundings and his uneasy men.

"Something isn't right here," Amel muttered, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his improved bone sword, which was sharp but not as much as Garnt's iron swords. "This doesn't look like the aftermath of a natural disaster. Be on your guard, everyone."

His men exchanged uneasy glances, whispering among themselves, but Amel paid them little heed. The path ahead beckoned, and he couldn't ignore the nagging curiosity that fueled his desire to uncover the truth.

"Amel, this is not wise. We should stick to our mission," one of his soldiers warned, fear etched across his face.

Amel shot him a cold glance. "You think I'm blind? There's a reason for this, and I intend to find out. If you're scared, stay here. The rest of you, follow me."

With that, Amel led a small contingent of his men into the heart of the battered forest. The air was heavy with tension as they moved cautiously, their senses heightened. The sounds of distant growl echoed through the trees, and Amel's scepticism deepened.

As they advanced, the damage became more severe, the ground churned as if a massive force had torn through. Amel couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into the aftermath of a powerful confrontation.

Then, through the dense foliage, they stumbled upon the source of the chaos. A wounded dinosaur lay on the forest floor, blood seeping from its numerous wounds. Amel's eyes widened in astonishment and horror.

"No way! This is a-?" he muttered, his mind racing but then his system finished his sentence.

[This is a dinosaur. Might be the most powerful living thing in this land.]

His men, overcome with fear, took a step back, but Amel approached the dying creature. He noticed the giant arrow wounds, the detached hand, and a strange mark on its scales. They looked like the bite marks of another giant creature.

"This isn't the creature that attacked us when we fought Garnt," Amel observed, his brow furrowed with curiosity. "So that means there are many animals like this. Which is dangerous for us."

As he continued his inspection, a predatory glint entered Amel's eyes. He reached into his cloak, revealing a small, concealed syringe. The men exchanged uneasy glances.

"Amel, what are you doing?" One of his men asked, his voice trembling.

Amel ignored him, his focus entirely on the wounded dinosaur. With precision, he extracted a sample of its blood from the heart after struggling a lot, but wounds on its body helped him a lot, capturing it in the syringe. A sly grin crept across his face.

"Think about it. This creature could be a weapon, a tool for our revenge. We need every advantage we can get against Garnt and his allies," Amel declared, his voice laced with ambition. "With a small animal twice our size, Moga gained that much power so think what can this creature give us?"

[...]

Amel's system had no words to add because she knew there wasn't any living being that could take this syringe and live, but if that happened, she knew it would be an even bigger disaster than Moga.

His men, torn between fear and loyalty, reluctantly nodded. Amel pocketed the syringe, a newfound determination burning in his eyes.

"We continue to Baktou's village, but now we have something more," Amel proclaimed. "A powerful ally in the making. I need to find someone more stronger than Moga, who could control this, but they should be loyal to me. They shouldn't think about rebelling."

But after muttering those words Amel laughed at himself.

"Heh! As if someone like that exists. Maybe once I capture Rona, I will try this with her to see how much pain she goes through. After all, it is what that bitch deserves for cheating on me."

His system wanted to interfere and say that they weren't having a relationship in the first place for him to act like this, but she just stayed silent knowing she was getting close to her goal.

[Trash! Living Trash! Once I'm done with Eva, I will get rid of you.]

***

Telvi and Kali huddled in the dimly lit room, their voices hushed as they exchanged secrets, and Telvi wore a mischievous grin that betrayed the intimate nature of the conversation.

Kali leaned in, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Alright, Telvi, spill the details! How was your first night with Garnt? You did have sex with him right?"

Telvi blushed, her gaze flickering with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "Oh, Kali, it was... amazing. Garnt showed me things I never thought could exist. I still love having sex with Baktou, but it is really different with Garnt."

Kali's eyebrows shot up suggestively. "Details, Telvi! I want all the juicy details."

Telvi chuckled nervously, choosing her words carefully. "Well, first, he talked with me about my life, and the atmosphere was... charged with comfortableness. We just stood there, talking and... getting closer for a few minutes."

Kali wiggled her eyebrows, sensing the shift in the narrative. "And then what happened?"

Telvi's blush deepened, but she pressed on. "He then slid his hand into my nightgown and started to caress my vagina and slowly suck on my breasts. I never thought something like that could exist, but I came several times without even him having sex with me."

Kali gasped, her eyes widening with intrigue. "No way! That's incredible! But when you say he showed you things you never thought could exist..."

Telvi's expression became more intense as she continued. "After that, he tied my hands and ravaged my body without showing any mercy. Garnt guided me through an exploration of pleasure, and every touch felt like pure magic. His dominating yet gentle touch is something every woman desires."

Kali leaned back, a mixture of awe and envy on her face. "Telvi, you're living a steamy romance novel! I can't believe your boyfriend is okay with all this, but I should have expected that from a primitive man like him who worships Garnt."

Telvi didn't understand why she was talking about them like she was not from their timeline, but then she proposed something that Kali found rather interesting.

"Why don't you have sex with him too? I know you might be afraid of sex after what you went through, but I believe with Garnt's touch you will come to understand how beautiful sex is."

Kali chuckled at her friend and hugged her. "You're a really good girl, but I'm fine. I just have someone in my mind, so I can't really have sex with another person."

"Ehhhhhh! Who is this person?" Telvi questioned, but Kali just kept her finger on her mouth and showed it was a secret.