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  Caveman Love 2

  Let

  Clan rules make it clear that Cia and Let may not mate until Let is eighteen. The lovers are anxious to couple and spend any chance they get making love without penetration. If the elders find Cia has mated with Let before he is of age, she will not be allowed to take him as a mate nor will she be allowed to have her own clan.

  The waiting has become impossible, and Let takes matters into his own hands. They will mate fully--the elders be damned. Will the lovers get caught in a compromising situation?

  Will Let be the lover Cia has dreamed about? Will he be angry because he is untried and Cia has been having sex with other men in order to be a perfect mate?

  What will Cia have to do to prove her strength in order to lead her own clan?

  Genre: Historical

  Length: 21,572 words

  LET

  Caveman Love 2

  Cherie Denis

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  LET

  Copyright © 2010 by Cherie Denis

  E-book ISBN: 1-61034-089-2

  First E-book Publication: December 2010

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  Letter from Cherie Denis

  Regarding E-book Piracy

  Dear Readers,

  It is a harsh reality there are people out there pirating the works of this and many other authors.

  We all put our heart and soul into every word we write and hope you understand how much effort goes into each e-book.

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  Cherie Denis

  DEDICATION

  This is dedicated to the one I love. My own caveman, my lover, my friend. Thank you, sweet man, for your encouragement and love.

  LET

  Caveman Love 2

  CHERIE DENIS

  Copyright © 2010

  Let hid behind several boulders and watched with longing as Cia and Gem, her sister-friend, took their morning dip in the steam pool.

  Tec, the god of light and warmth, had barely poked his nose over the cliffs, and the air was still chilled enough to raise bumps on Let’s usually smooth brown arms.

  Cia leaned forward and kissed the tip of Gem’s heavy, round tit. Let’s cock plumped and stirred against his thigh. He ached to join the young women, but he had not been invited. He was certainly old enough—his mother told him she was sure he was now eighteen summers. Old enough to experience his first mating and to take a mate for life.

  He had waited and waited for the day when he would not be too young. His massive cock also proved he was old enough. Long, slender, brown fingers slid down his firm waist to grasp his man-shaft and balls. Hefting the swollen, aching appendage, he began to stroke himself.

  The young women continued to play in the pool as Let watched and stroked. Soon, his man-juices spurted against the rocks, leaving a heavy, white streak down the face of the boulder.

  Let sighed. He dared not groan. They would hear him and might report him to the elders. Let didn’t want to speculate what punishment might befall him if the women caught him spying on them. Surely they would not scream, except possibly in playfulness.

  It was now acceptable to sit at his mother’s fire pit and watch as the cave-women walked about naked or nearly naked. The fact that women wandered around naked never seemed to bother his mother, who also never wore much covering, especially in the warm months. It was when his cock reacted by arching and spewing man-juice that his mother became angry and threatened to toss him out on his own.

  She thought he should learn to control his shaft. If other men could, then he could also.

  Well, he couldn’t. That’s all there was to it. He could not control how he felt about Cia and the other young women of the cave. He wanted them all, and given half a chance, he would mate with them all.

  Let’s attention was pulled back to the women in the pool. Cia was stroking Gem’s teat, making Gem moan. The moan rose and fell like the wind when Cia’s hand dropped below the water level and disappeared from sight.

  Let knew what she was doing and wished he could do it to Cia.

  Ah, Cia, his soon-to-be mate. She had promised herself to him when he was only a small child. She had said they would mate as soon as he reached his eighteenth summer. How many more passings of the moon would he have to wait? The moon of tiny yellow flowers had bloomed and died, a reminder that the cold months were past. The moon of the green leaves had come and gone. Now, the trees were filled out and shaded the clan as the god of light, Tec, grew stronger and stronger. The moon of sweet berries was here now.

  His mother said it was his birth month. Finally, he was old enough to take a mate. Cia.

  Let had to believe his mother about his birth month because his mother and father had found him sleeping under a tree many, many moons ago. His new mother guessed that when they found him he was almost forty-eight moons old. It had taken her a long time and a great deal of marking on the ground to decide his birth moon. Since he could no longer remember when they had found him, his mother was always right.

  Now, Let unfurled three fingers as he counted. Only three more passings of Tec and it would be official, he would be eighteen. The elders would then let him mate with Cia. He couldn’t wait. They would mate for as long as Cia would have him or until death took one of them.

  The problem was that when Cia had been just a small child, the clan shaman had told her mother and father that one day she would have her own clan.

  Let worried so much about whether the elders would let them mate tha
t Cia had approached the elders about mating with Let not long ago, and they saw no problem with the mating of Cia and Let. The elders felt Let was a strong man and would be a perfect mate for Cia.

  Cia had told Let that one day she would have her own clan, and she wondered if he would be bothered by her being a leader. Let hadn’t taken long to decide he cared for Cia as more than just a friend, and he promised to be her help-mate.

  One day, they would have their own clan, but in the meantime, they had to wait until he was old enough to join with Cia. He was very happy he would soon have her and wouldn’t have to spill his seed on the ground.

  Let ran a hand over his flat, firm belly. Three passings of Tec were manageable. It was a bearable amount of time. After all, he’d been waiting many summers for this day to arrive. He could wait a few more days. His cock probably didn’t agree, but he would simply have to relieve himself more often. It would help the time to pass.

  The only other things he had to pass the time were hunting with his friend Og and drawing on the walls of the cave.

  From the pool came the sounds of Cia and Gem enjoying themselves. Gem murmured and moaned. The water rippled and rolled as the two writhed against each other’s slippery bodies. They reminded him of two playful otters he’d seen in the nearby river rubbing against each other.

  Let spewed his man-juice on the ground twice more before the women were finished with their play. Eventually, Gem rubbed her nose against Cia’s and climbed out of the pool to dry her body with a large rabbit skin. Cia rose from the water, and Let sighed. She was so beautiful with the golden drops of water running off her body.

  Drops rolled down her tits and shimmered on the tips.

  His cock was getting sore from the chafing of his work-hardened hands, and yet he couldn’t stop. It was Cia. He needed her. He needed her body, her heat against him under a bearskin rug at night by his fire. He felt something deep inside, a feeling he couldn’t explain or name. Maybe Cia would have a name for what he was feeling.

  Let was almost relieved to watch Cia and Gem leave the pool and walk back toward the cave. He had blown his seed so many times he was drained dry, leaving the ground around his feet slick with man-juice and his cock aching.

  He wasn’t sure he could go on like this much longer. He was wasting a lot of baby-making juice. Juices he should be sharing with Cia.

  Beautiful Cia.

  Her long, dark hair streamed down her back, nearly touching her muscular thighs. Her hair always reminded Let of the waterfall rolling over the cliffs after a summer rain, and the color was much like his morning drink, a brew his mother made of dark beans and water. No, the color was more like the fur of the finest antelope as it ran across the plain under the bright light of the setting of Tec.

  No one knew Let had touched Cia’s hair many times, and no one but Cia knew how much he hungered for her. The only thing the cave-dwellers knew about them was that one day, they would mate, and soon after, Cia would become leader of her own clan.

  No one stopped them from working together on Let’s drawings. Let would use charcoal to draw, and Cia colored in the drawings with something she called paint. She made the paints from different berries and insects.

  They had chosen the smallest cave at the end of the large main cave for their workroom. When they were there, no one bothered them, and he could touch Cia’s hair and stroke her soft skin as often as she would let him. Cia told him soon he would be able to take off his work apron and stand naked so she could draw him.

  “No one will know,” she had told him. He wanted her to draw his body now, but Cia said they would be breaking sacred rules and both could be in deep trouble if they were found and she might lose her chance to have her own clan

  Only a few more passings of Tec and Cia would be able to have him drop his apron, and she would draw him with his cock in his hand. The drawing would be very specific, showing drops of his man-juice hitting the ground.

  Yes. He would shoot his man-juice on the ground then, too. It was impossible to control himself when he was near Cia. She was more beautiful than Tec, more beautiful than the little flowers blooming in the yellow flower moon.

  Her hair, so soft and smooth, smelled of flowers and herbs from the special washing mixture Gem made for her, and her skin smelled of summer and rain. Let could have spent a thousand passings of the moon smelling her skin. He would never tire of her scent or her feel under his long, dark fingers.

  He shouldn’t think of touching her skin because even thinking of her made his cock hard. He was going to shoot more man-juice into the ground. What a waste.

  Her skin was a man-tempting shade similar to the sands on the edge of the river cutting through the valley of the cave-dwellers. Her skin shimmered like the mica shards littering the sands. And the most wondrous thing about her skin was it was nearly fur free—unlike many of the elder women of the caves. Cia and the younger women only had fur guarding their woman parts. He began to wonder if Cia would let him stroke her fur today. No. She was afraid of the elders finding them.

  Cia was far more beautiful than any other woman in the caves, except, perhaps, for Gem, and Gem was mated to Let’s brother-friend, Og. Gem was pretty, but Let would rather think about Cia. Cia with eyes as dark and deep as the eyes of a wounded doe. Cia of the sweet skin and smooth teats.

  He was not worried about Cia becoming clan leader. She was a strong, beautiful woman. She had been born to be a leader.

  She was so special. Let found it hard to believe she cared so much for him.

  * * * *

  Cia was aware Let was watching. She was always aware of him.

  No matter what he was doing or where he was going, she knew.

  He was so much a part of her already that there was no guessing. She simply knew.

  She also was well aware he was relieving his cock, wasting his man-juices behind the boulders. Poor Let. He was so ready to be mated, but until the elders declared Let of age, their mating was forbidden.

  Cia grabbed Gem’s hand. “He is watching,” she whispered with a giggle.

  “How do you know?”

  “I can feel his eyes on me. They are as hot as my mother’s fire. Don’t you feel them?”

  Gem laughed, throwing her long, cloud-colored hair behind her. “No, but then I’m not aching for Let. I ache for Og. It’s been a long time since he put his cock in me.”

  Cia squeezed her friend’s hand. “How long?”

  “Since we woke this morning,” Gem admitted with a shy smile.

  “Oh, is that all? I thought it had been many passings of Tec the way you were acting.”

  Gem’s cheeks turned as pink as her nipples. “No. It seems much longer to me.”

  “So tell me,” Cia said as they neared the cave entrance, “how does his cock feel inside you?”

  Gem’s face turned a shade brighter. “I do not have words yet to tell you.”

  “We will think of words for it. Yes?”

  “Yes.”

  They stood in the warming light of Tec. “I can’t wait much longer for Let,” Cia whispered. “Have you noticed his cock in the mornings when he walks to the scat cave?”

  Gem nodded. “He is almost as big as Og.”

  Cia pushed her friend. “Oh, no, my sister, you are wrong. He is bigger than Og.”

  “No!” Gem pushed back.

  “Yes.” Cia gave Gem a funny smile. “Shall we make them stand together and see who is bigger?”

  “I think, my sister, we should wait until you are mated. We do not want to cause the elders to become angry for any reason. Not only would you lose Let, you might ruin your chances to become leader of your own clan. Og and I can’t wait for you to become leader so we may join your clan. Do not take a chance. You were meant to be Let’s mate, and it’s only a matter of a few more passings of Tec. You can wait as I waited for Og.”

  Cia’s forehead wrinkled in thought. “You are right. I must be mated to Let. He is mine. I have waited since childhood for him.”
She turned and looked over Gem’s shoulder. “Look, Gem. There goes Let now. See how long and fine his legs are and how dark, smooth, and broad his back. He is so beautiful.”

  Gem turned and watched Let stride across the valley floor. He was…what word would express Let’s beauty? “He is very large for his age. I think a good word would be ‘massive,’” she managed to express.

  “Massive?” Cia seemed puzzled.

  “Large. Like the Mastodon…massive.”

  “Oh. Yes. He is massive. All over.”

  “Mmmm.”

  The women watched until Let was a small, dark dot in the distance. Then, arms around each other’s waists, they strolled into the cave.

  Cia stopped at her mother’s fire pit, and Gem continued on to Og’s sleeping cave. Cia’s mother, Fa, was resting. Her belly bulged with the child she was soon to deliver. “Are you well, Mother?”

  Fa smiled, nodded and signed, “It will be soon. Is your father near?”

  Cia peered about the main cave. “No, Mother, he is not inside. I think he is hunting.”

  “Send someone for him. I told him not to go far today. The child is near. My belly aches and rolls. It will be tonight.” Her hands rubbed at her swollen belly in a soothing rhythm.

  “I will get Gem’s mother, Ret. She will help you.”

  “Yes, go, girl.”

  So by the setting of Tec, she would have a new sister or brother. Cia had been the only child of Fa and Dec. Her mother had given birth five finger-counts, and none had lived past a few minutes. This time, her mother had been very careful, eating only the freshest meats and vegetables. She’d drunk only boiled water, sipped fruit teas, and rested. She had every hope this child would live.