the predator beast

There once existed a vast tribal peninsula where a people known as the Uglars lived, entirely separate from the world, in a nomadic, tribal existence.

They were a race born from the unholy union of humans and lower beings such as ogres or trolls—or perhaps any filthy creature you could imagine.

Their appearance was as follows: huge, powerful, towering bodies with skin almost the color of human skin but dull and muddy; bald heads with pointed ears and yellow eyes; mostly ugly, hideous, and terrifying at the same time, the result of endless gluttony and countless fights. Their bodies were packed with muscle, layered thickly with heavy fat. They usually wore very little clothing, suited to the hot climate with only old, ragged loincloths covering at least the lower parts of their bodies.

They were all male from birth; there were never any female members of their own kind. Therefore, to continue their species, they were forced to mate with other races—humans, elves, orcs, and any other different species. However, this was never done through normal wedlock or romantic relationships. The Uglar custom was fighting, raiding, and capturing. They would attack cities, villages, caravans, and settlements, slaughter the people, and then take the women and girls as personal slaves or for public use, continuing their lineage this way.

This story belongs to a young Uglar named Kilor, who had only recently successfully completed the initiation ritual—winning many fights and competitions against other Uglars—and was now ready to stand on his own feet and prepare to join the wars. But Kilor’s ambitions were far grander than simply winning battles and gathering spoils.

Kilor dreamed of defeating the Uglar Alpha in the tribal arena—the highest-ranking leader among all Uglars, the one everyone feared and obeyed without question.

Kilor believed the Alpha was old and weak enough that he could easily defeat him in front of the entire tribe. He stepped into the arena. Everyone sat on the wooden fence rows of stone slabs and cut tree trunks. A moment later, Kilor stood in the center of the sandy fighting field. They all recognized him because he had beaten many other Uglars.

Kilor took a few steps and stood in the middle of the sand, then shouted: “I, Kilor the Brave, stand here to declare that the age of the old Alpha’s rule has ended. You will soon witness the rise of a new Alpha—one who will bring glory and revive this tribe.”

The old Uglar Alpha entered the arena. He was an older Uglar wrapped in a long, worn-out cloak. He stopped a few steps from Kilor and began to speak: “I remember you—from the day you were born, I have watched you grow stronger. To tell you the truth, I was the first one to take your mother. I kept her for a long time and fucked her many times. Several times she became pregnant. When I grew tired of her, I let her go. After that, many others took her. But now look at her—she has become a public whore. Watch her standing there.”

The Alpha pointed at a heavily pregnant, completely naked woman with large hanging breasts surrounded by several Uglars who wanted to take turns using her in a gangbang.

He continued: “I said this so you would know that I might be your real father. It is only right that you learn the truth before I cast you out of the tribe after defeating you.”

Kilor became furious after hearing the Alpha’s words and shouted: “I will defeat you, old man! I will take all the power, glory, and honor that is in your grasp, and you will watch as I end your reign!”

The Alpha threw his old, tattered cloak to the ground and revealed his muscular, powerful body. At the first glance, Kilor realized he had made the biggest mistake of his life by challenging the Alpha, but he stood firm and prepared to fight.

Moments later, the old Uglar and the young Uglar clashed, exchanging heavy blows. The more the fight progressed, the more the old Alpha’s superiority became apparent. Kilor’s confidence weakened with every failed strike he landed on the Alpha, his muscles grew heavy with fatigue. Finally, the Alpha’s patience ran out. He unleashed an enormous wave of finishing blows to Kilor’s face and body, leaving him covered in bruises on the ground. Kilor was nearly unconscious.

The old Alpha raised his hands in victory, shouting that he was the winner, and the watching Uglars cheered loudly. He turned to Kilor and said: “As I said, you are defeated. You must leave the tribe forever. As soon as you can stand on your feet, go. Never come back.”

The Alpha turned and walked toward the exit of the arena. Kilor fell unconscious.