Denis Cherie - Busy [Caveman Love 1] (Siren Publishing Allure) Page 4

  Familiar footsteps had her sneaking a peek out the corner of her eye. It was Og, carrying his own spear and club. He, too, wore his hunting cover, leggings, and a cloak of sturdy furs made by Ke.

  Gem sighed. As always, Og was larger than life. His muscular arms bulged, and the chest cover barely contained his upper body. His golden hair flowed down his back in waves like a waterfall flowing over the cliffs.

  Gem lifted a hand and hoped he would stop. Her belly dipped and her insides quivered when he did. Gem thanked Tec Hoe had gotten angry and gone home.

  Gem, feeling braver than she had earlier, smiled when she realized Og was staring directly at her for what seemed like one full moon but was only a flick of time. Would he speak?

  “Gem,” he said, smiling at her for the first time in days, “I will be back.”

  Thank you, Tec. Gem sighed and smiled at the floor. “Good. Then we will talk, yes?”

  Og laughed. As always, the husky sound made her cunt weep. “If I am not too busy,” he said with a broad grin.

  “Oooh.” This time it was true. After the hunt, he would have to clean and dress out the animal or animals he killed. He was one of the greatest, most fearless hunters in the whole valley and well known for his skills.

  “Good day.” He lifted his spear, shouting as he did, “Eouwww!” And, in a flash of bright light, he was gone.

  * * * *

  White clouds of peaceful steam rose into the air and surrounded the young women in a cloak of secrecy.

  “Get in,” Cia said, giving Gem a friendly push on the back.

  Gem pulled off her cloth covering and, taking care to plant her feet firmly on the rocks, stepped into the pool, carrying her covering in one hand. Her mother had woven her several of the soft coverings, so she had a fresh one to slip on after her bath. Later, she would set the wet one to dry at the fireside.

  Cia pulled off her tanned deer-skin covering, stepped into the heated pool, and sat next to Gem. “This is nice. Yes?”

  Gem laughed, splashing her friend with warm water. “Yes.”

  “Let’s play.” Cia tugged at Gem’s hand.

  “In a moment. I need to scrub my covering.”

  Cia lifted the soft woven fabric in her fingers. “I thought of a word for it this morning.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yes. It is a dress.”

  “Dress? Good, but it sounds like a snake.”

  “It is a dress.” Cia pushed Gem, and she slipped under the water.

  Gem came up laughing and spluttering. “Dress. You are right. It is a dress.”

  This was their pool. Gem had found it a short run from the cave and had not told the elders. Let them find their own pools. There were many in the valley, several of them full of hot, clear water, others with cool, clean water. Others were full of hot, bubbling dark, smelly stuff.

  They enjoyed the freedom of the early morning. The air was cold, but the pool was warm. The steam gave them the privacy they craved after living in the confines of the cave with its noise and confusion.

  Eventually, Gem finished washing her dress, and they scrubbed each other’s bodies and hair with herbs smelling of the fruits of summer. They foamed like the bubbles where the waterfall hit the river. Gem had a growing knowledge of various herbs and other gifts of the earth. Ret and Fa had trained her in the ways of herbs and medicine so she could one day become the medicine woman for the cave-dwellers. Ret said she would not live forever, and the cave-dwellers would need a medicine woman to heal the hurts of the men.

  Gem slicked her hair off her face. Laughing, she turned her face to the god, Tec, who warmed her and dried her face with loving fingers. Just as Og warmed her heart.

  Beautiful, golden-furred Og. Would he be busy after the hunt? Would he have time for her?

  “Cia?”

  Cia’s face was also turned up to Tec. “Yes, my sister?”

  “Why is Og always busy?”

  Cia laughed. “I do not know. When I ask him, he never says he is busy, but he doesn’t stop to talk to me, either. He smiles and hurries away. I don’t think he is interested in me, and that is good since you want him for yourself.”

  Gem sighed. “When I try to talk to him, the only thing he ever says is he is busy.”

  Cia twisted her long, dark hair, wringing out the water. “He is a busy man. Soon, he might be chief of his own cave, just as I will be chief of my own cave.”

  Gem’s stomach churned, and she stared at her true friend. “Sister? Do you want him for your mate?” What would she do if Cia wanted Og? She had always considered him her mate. If Cia took him for mate, Gem would have to throw herself off the cliff. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her body, squeezing herself tightly.

  “No.” Cia placed a finger on the tip of Gem’s teat. “You know well I want Let. He is as beautiful as the night. He is strong with mighty thighs, a tight bottom, and a large cock with heavy balls. He will make many strong babies.”

  Both young women giggled. It was true. Let’s backside was as tight and firm as Og’s and just as handsome.

  Cia stopped giggling and covered her mouth for a moment. “His cock is thick and dark. His balls are heavy with treasure.”

  Gem nodded. She had seen Let running for the scat cave many mornings, and he was large. Very large. Maybe not quite as large as Og, but close. “Yes, he is big. Will it matter to anyone that his skin is not like ours?

  Cia frowned. “No one has ever cared about his skin color, so I think it will not matter. It is one thing making him special among us and one of the reasons I want him for a mate. No one will have as beautiful a mate as I have. Except perhaps you, Gem.”

  Gem nodded. “He is as brown as the nuts I use to brew my father’s morning drink. His face is without hair as is his body, except for the guardians of his cock.”

  Cia smiled. “His shaft is mighty and very dark. His balls are full and hang heavy. His seed will be as sweet as the flowers of the field and will be filled with many babies.” Gem smiled. “But, my sister, he does not smile very often.”

  Cia agreed. “True, but when he does, his teeth gleam like Tec on a bright, white day. Have you noticed when he stands sometimes, from the side, he seems to be carved from stone?”

  “The hair on his head is different also, my sister. I’ve never seen hair on other men like his. It is so dark and curled tight against his head...”

  “The few times I have touched his hair, the curls were soft as the hair on a baby.”

  “I have seen him with the cave children, and he is gentle and kind. Not like some of the men who shove the little ones out of the way or walk right over them if they get away from their mother’s side. He is like Og. A good man.”

  “Yes. He will be a good leader because he is a gentle man.”

  “Then why do you wait so long, my sister?”

  “You know I had to wait until he was eighteen summers. So I have waited. And finally he is of age.”

  “You have waited a long time.” “Yes, since we were children.”

  Gem studied her friend. “Sister?”

  “Yes?”

  “You have pleasured other men of the cave. You cannot claim to be untried when you mate.”

  “I haven’t done it often…”

  “No, but does Let feel anger when you join with other men?” Gem asked.

  Cia laughed, and the rich sound filled the air. “No. He knows I only want him, but he also knew he was too young. I am only pleasuring others to learn more so I can please Let.”

  “I see.” Gem nodded in agreement. Perhaps she should be giving herself to other men to gain more knowledge so she could please Og when he was finally not “busy.”

  “Cia?”

  “Yes, what is it?”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “You mean the first time you fuck Og?”

  Gem could tell her cheeks were red. She put her hands on them to cool the burning. “Yes.”

  “It only hurts a little.”

 
“How little?”

  Cia pinched Gem’s arm, and Gem squeaked. “Ow.”

  Cia laughed. “It will hurt only a moment, and then it feels so good, you will not care.”

  Gem frowned. “It isn’t too bad.” She rubbed the sore spot Cia had made.

  “I can promise, my sister, you will be too busy having fun fucking to notice if it hurts.”

  “Mmm, I cannot wait to fuck with Og.”

  “Now that I have answered your questions, dear sister, it is time to return to the cave for the mid-day meal and to start the meal for the men when they return from hunting. They will be hungry and tired after the hunt.” Cia flicked water off her slim, nude body with a smile for Gem. “I think tonight, Og will not be so ‘busy.’”

  “I hope you are right.” Gem skimmed the water off her skin with her hands. “I am getting tired of waiting.”

  “Why are you frowning?”

  “I must go with my father to another cave later tonight. He wants to show me to a man. What am I to do, Cia? I do not want to go.”

  Cia took Gem by the shoulders. “Do not worry. The man will want you, but your father will ask too much for you. The new man will not be willing to pay so much for you because he is a selfish man.”

  Gem sighed. “Are you sure?”

  Cia rubbed her nose on Gem’s. “Yes. I know many things. Your father is greedy, and he will ask too much. You will be home to the cave by tomorrow night.”

  “I am afraid. What if this man is willing to pay a lot for me?”

  “Do not be afraid. There are many things I know but do not understand how I know. I just do. You will have to trust me, my sister. I do not lie to you.”

  Cia rubbed Gem’s neck, gently easing the tightness. “Put on your beautiful dress, and we will return to the cave. No more worrying, my sister.”

  * * * *

  Og crouched on his haunches, stroking his man-shaft as he spied on Gem and Cia in the pool. Gem was more perfect than the night sky, more lovely than a summer tree surrounded by flowers.

  How he ached for her! His man-shaft swelled and throbbed with the rubbing of his hands. If only it were Gem’s hands touching his shaft, or better yet, her mouth.

  Many nights he sat by his dying fire and watched the young women enjoy each other’s bodies. Their games were nothing unusual. At any given time of day in the busy cave, there would be couples enjoying each other. Life in a cave offered little or no privacy.

  Og had a difficult time understanding why, with all the openness of the cave dwellers, he found Gem’s body so fascinating. Why didn’t his shaft come to life at the sight of Hoe or Cia’s body? Cia was pretty and desirable, but her body did not excite him. Nor could he imagine taking her to be his mate.

  Only Gem would do.

  Gem flicked water at Cia and then off her slim form. Water flew, sending a shower of droplets all about. Og’s shaft rose to a length and strength to rival the young saplings growing along the river bank. When the women dried each other with rabbit skins, his shaft throbbed with pleasure. He rubbed the head quickly, making his balls tighten. His whole body shuddered and his man-juice shot high in the air. Og bit his tongue , trying to stifle a moan.

  Gem was going to be his. He had to have her for his own.

  He crouched, watching the young women as they talked. For the first time in a long time, he wished they would talk with their hands. He could hear their voices but not what they were talking about. Could it be him or his friend Let?

  Let was always whispering about Cia and how beautiful she was and how much he wanted to be her mate. Og had told him to get his spear sharpened and get busy, or he would not have enough skins to buy Cia from her father, especially if Cia was going to head of her own clan someday.

  Og had seen Let working on his spear, so he must have taken Og’s words to heart. The men had left the cave at the same time this rising, but Let had continued across the valley while Og held back to watch his soon-to-be mate.

  Og looked about. Tec was getting higher in the sky. He had to hurry to make a kill so he would have something to show for his time away from the cave.

  Stuffing his shaft back into the warmth of his hunting cover, Og picked up his spear and club and trotted across the valley, removing himself before the girls realized their bath had not been private. He ran as though the evil one was after him. Swift and sure, he traveled through the bushes and trees, avoiding the hunters from his cave. He galloped to a halt at a large fissure in the cliff wall surrounding the valley. By turning sideways, he was able to squeeze through and was soon loping across a second valley even larger than the one he left behind.

  There were not many caves around this valley. He could count them on the fingers of one hand, which meant there weren’t many hunters in this valley.

  Today, he would find and kill the big antelope. He had seen it from afar many times. It was a beautiful, sleek, perfectly formed animal with massive horns. Even Tog would be impressed by the offering of the horns, for they would make deadly weapons.

  After he tanned the antelope’s skin, Og would approach Tog and ask for his daughter. Soon, the delicious Gem would be warming his bed every night. Her father was a greedy man, and he would not turn away the many skins Og had collected. The large antelope skin would be the final skin to be offered. Tog would not be able to resist. No man in the cave had ever offered so much for a woman.

  Ah, Gem. What a fine mate she would make. How beautiful she would be draped naked over his bearskin with the firelight burnishing her body in flickering fire-light and her cloudy hair fanned out behind her head. Her legs would spread for him, and her cunt would weep for his shaft.

  It would be wonderful to come home after a long, hard day of hunting to find his fire-pit glowing and Gem waiting for him with his evening meal. It was easy to picture her squatting in front of his fire, her skin flushed from the heat of cooking and her belly rounded with a child inside. She would look up to greet him, a soft, welcoming smile on her face.

  She would open her legs to him every night, and when they slept, she would warm his body.

  She would join him as he hunted. She would run beside him, her hair streaming behind her like mist. They would share his man-shaft in the open and drink and bathe in the clear streams rushing along the valley floor. Together, they would hunt and fish, and after Tec climbed the sky and settled for the night, they would sleep rolled up in his bearskin under one of the giant trees in the heart of the valley’s forest.

  To those who were observant, Gem had made her feelings for him plain, and his mother was not happy. She complained about the way Gem dressed, the fact she spoke openly to him and had been seen at his fire, raising her gaze to his. All these things had his mother angry and nervous.

  Og grinned as he ran to the place he had last seen the antelope. His mother was jealous and followed the old ways. She would get over it. Gem was the woman he wanted, and he would have her. No matter what his mother or anyone did to change his mind.

  He would cure and tan the last hide to perfection and make his offer to Tog.

  Then, he would not be busy.

  * * * *

  The evening meal was finished. Gem and her mother were cleaning up when Cia appeared at their fire. She bowed and signed to Tog asking if Gem could join the younger people for a while.

  Tog growled and signed, “Do not be late. I want to leave soon. I will be watching you.”

  Cia grabbed Gem’s hand and they ran to join several of the young cave dwellers who were sitting around a fire at Tem’s cave. Tem, like Og, was now old enough to be on his own. He, too, was searching for a woman to keep him warm at night and his cave clean during the day.

  There were greetings spoken by everyone, and the noise level

  raised.

  “Sit,” Tem urged the women. “We are talking about many words tonight.” They all had time to think. Hunting meant long days and short nights. And the women, too, had time to think as they worked around the fire-pit or scrapped ski
ns clean.

  “Tell us the words you have.” Cia urged.

  “Tem thinks a man’s cock could be called a penis,” Pat said quietly.

  A young, handsome man stood , “I am Dik.” He reached under his hunting skirt and pulled out his penis. “This is Dik, too. Do you like the word?” He shook his thick penis until the girls started to giggle. “Dik sounds like a good name.”

  “The word is a funny one. Dik, dik, dik,” the young women chanted until the elders of the cave turned to stare hard at them.

  There was a lot of giggling. The women put their hands over their mouths, but shaking shoulders gave them away.

  They caught their breath and began again.

  “Dik and penis. They are good words. We will use them,” decided Cia.

  Hoe frowned. “Who died and made you queen?”

  Cia stared her sister down, eventually forcing Hoe to look away. “You know one day I will have my own clan. I do not want you in my clan. From now on you are not my sister.”

  Silence followed her words. Hoe stood and turned on the group. “One day you will all be sorry for the way you treated me.” She turned to her sister. “Fuck you, Cia. I hope you die.”

  Cia laughed. “I will one day, but until then stay away from me and my friends. You are a bad woman.”

  Hoe stomped away, her bottom jiggling. The young men whistled and the women jeered until Hoe was out of sight.

  “Now, start the speaking game, Lia. Do you have a new word?” Cia said.

  Lia giggled. “I was thinking about mating. There must be a word to mean a man and woman will be one for life.”

  “Any idea?” Cia asked the group.

  Lia wiggled her fingers. “I know the word ‘merry’ means happy.”

  “What if merry also meant to be forever one with each other?” Gem asked. “I think the woman will be ‘wife.’ Man will be ‘husband’ or ‘lover.’”

  Cia smiled. “I like those words.” She looked at the group. “Do you like the words?”

  They nodded.

  “Any other words today?”

  Chu stood. He patted his round, hard stomach. “I am 'chubby'?”