Primitive Man

Chapter 102: Rescue Mission IV - A dream of hot spring

They stayed like this for a long time, appreciating each other's warmth. Once Rona finished having her chance and draining Garnt's balls, Unami mounted him and shook her hips without giving him a break. They were more than aroused to see the other girls observing them having sex and it added an extra layer of arousal.

Eventually, his both Unami and Rona parted from him and said.

"Garnt, you should rest after all this." But their words were ironic, as both of them kept leaking white colour liquid into the bathtub showing how much they drained his stamina.

[You really need to be careful. If you let them, they would even crush you under their boobs. These girls are too strong and energetic.]

Eva was worried, but she knew Garnt wouldn't end up losing to them, after all, he was still erect after all this. He got up feeling his back aching and looked at the other girls, who were already lying at the edge of the hotspring exhausted.

"Girls, quickly clean up and let others wash their bodies." They heard what Garnt said, but none of them had their eyes on his face instead all of them kept looking at his erect cock.

Rona and Unami wondered whether they should continue, but they realized they were being rather selfish by hogging Garnt all to themselves without letting him support the people who are working hard, so they quickly got out of the bath with their bodies clean but vaginas full of Garnt's sperm and helped him to dress up again while wearing their own clothes since they didn't want other men to see them naked.

"I wonder how they are doing," Garnt wondered as he went to see the progress of breaking the crumbly part of the wall. He was pleasantly surprised to see that another tunnel had already opened up with a lot of sunlight coming out of it. However, at the same time, he felt like he had entered a whole other world, as that place was just as cold as the outside.

"Garnt, you came here at the right time. We just finished breaking this part," One of the men from the group shouted, as he saw Garnt coming back.

"Excellent work, everyone!" Garnt exclaimed, beaming with an appreciation for the team's effort. "You've done a fantastic job breaking through this wall. Now, it's time for some well-deserved rest. We'll be leaving once you've had a chance to recharge."

With a collective sigh of relief, the group of men began to pack up their tools, looking forward to a brief respite. Some of the women in the group decided to join their partners and loved ones, eager to share some quality time together.

Garnt, accompanied by Rona and Unami, continued to inspect the newly opened tunnel. As they walked further into the passage, the cold air surrounding them remained a constant reminder of the unforgiving climate outside.

"I'm sure this is the correct path, but I wonder where it will lead," Rona was worried that they were getting farther from the village. She knew it would be extremely hard for them to travel for another few days since their food supplies were running rather low.

The trio pressed on until they finally caught a glimpse of the outside world. Garnt peered out of the tunnel's exit and saw a snow-covered landscape that immediately looked familiar. He couldn't contain his excitement as he recognized the huge tree that stood as an extraordinary landmark in the forest – they had indeed connected to their village side and Garnt felt like it was a miracle.

With a sense of relief and accomplishment, Garnt gazed at the familiar landscape. "This is it," he said to Rona and Unami."We are extremely lucky. Look at this tree, I can identify it even in the wintertime because of how unique it is."

Unami and Rona also felt relieved knowing that they would be able to visit the village within another day or two.

After letting others rest for a few more hours, Garnt decided to continue going back to the village since he knew others must be worried in the village.

[Garnt, make sure to leave some marks to come back here. It's not too far away, so we might be able to start mining some valuable things here and you need to see what that egg is. Considering its size, we can't just ignore it.]

"Don't worry, I won't forget that tree. Once the snow melts, we will come back here to see what this place actually looks like," Garnt answered Eva's concerns.

Garnt and his companions carefully hoisted the injured hunters onto their shoulders without showing any hesitation.

The bitter cold of the outside air stung their faces, and the swirling snowflakes added to the challenge of their journey. Rona did her best to keep the injured warm and comfortable, her worries about the dwindling food supplies temporarily overshadowed by the urgency of their mission.

As they began their arduous trek back to the village, the snowstorm continued to rage around them, making the path treacherous and the visibility nearly zero. Garnt had to rely on his knowledge of the terrain and the subtle cues in the landscape to guide them. The massive tree served as a beacon, but it was sometimes obscured by the thick curtain of falling snow.

"Can we really reach the village, Garnt?" Unami questioned, as she didn't want him to push himself, but he responded with a positive answer.

Each step was a struggle, and the weight of their injured comrades felt heavier with every passing minute. Unami and Rona took turns offering words of encouragement to keep everyone's spirits up, their breath forming frosty clouds in the frigid air.

The journey back to the village was a gruelling test of their endurance. They battled biting winds, slippery paths, and the constant fear of losing their way. At times, it seemed as though the blizzard would never relent.

But, against all odds, they persevered. The small group, with Garnt leading the way, pressed on. They maintained their faith in the ancient tree as their guiding star. With sheer determination, they pushed through the storm, the injured hunters' lives depending on their relentless effort.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they saw the dim glow of the village lights through the blinding snow. Garnt's heart swelled with relief and gratitude as they approached the safety of their home.

Gundo was waiting with her team as they stumbled back into the village. Without a moment to spare, they rushed to tend to the injured hunters. Gundo's experienced hands worked swiftly to assess their injuries and provide the necessary care.

"Garnt, are you okay?" She was worried about her son, but at the same time, she knew she had a duty to complete.

"I'm fine, mother. Just help others, they need your help more than me,"

It was a hard day for the medical team, as some of them had frostbite, but nevertheless, Gundo managed to save everyone without letting anyone die.

"It's impossible for anyone to survive this coldness without anything proper to depend on, luckily we have stored many foods and supplies to keep us warm," Rona muttered those words and her memories went back to Amel, who should be experiencing the same coldness. "I hope he dies, at least then I don't have to worry,"

Garnt kept looking at her, after her last words. "Well, I don't think so, but I hope so, after all even I want my people to live without anyone disturbing us again"

***

The winter season had finally loosened its icy grip, and with each passing day, the snow melted away. Spring was breathing life back into the world. Birds returned to the trees, and animals stirred from their slumber. But in a dimly lit cave, Amel lay on the cold, hard ground, his face pallid and sickly. A feeble fire flickered nearby, offering little solace in the biting cold.

Amel let out a heavy sigh, his voice weak and filled with regret. "I shouldn't have left Rona and the village," he whispered, his words barely audible. "It's impossible to lead these idiots that don't even understand how to start a fire,"

His mind filled with regret, Amel looked at Moga, a once-energetic and imposing man, sat close to the fire, but his eyes were vacant, devoid of the spark they once held. He had regained consciousness after being unresponsive for days, but the vigour and vitality he had possessed were gone. He was a shadow of his former self.

Amel turned his gaze toward Moga and said, "Look at him, Should I just kill him? He used to be the heart and soul of our group, but now he's just a shell of a man. A waste of space and resources."

[Don't! He is one of the strongest men. Try to recover his strength back otherwise, you won't stand a chance with your weak body.]

The voice that was ordering Amel still stayed with him, but even she was disappointed beyond anything.

As he continued, Amel recounted the harsh reality they had faced. "Most of our men didn't make it through the cold, Moga. They died, one by one, and we could do nothing to save them."

Anger and resentment simmered in Amel's voice as he spoke, his eyes narrowing as he laid blame on one individual. "It's Garnt's fault, you know. He's the reason we're in this mess." His voice trembled with the growing hatred he felt. "He should pay for everything we've had to endure, every hardship, every life lost."

The cave seemed to close in around them as Amel's words hung heavy in the air. In this unforgiving wilderness, their hopes were dwindling, and their futures were uncertain. But Amel's determination to hold Garnt accountable burned brightly, a spark of defiance in the face of overwhelming adversity.