Chapter 10: Central India appx. 800 BC. Part II

Spring was worse than winter because the river beside the village flooded, and the women discovered why the huts had been built on poles. By the time the water receded, they’d consumed almost all their stored supplies. Some fishing could be done in the flooded waters, but the fish were scarce, and they rarely caught anything. When the ground finally dried enough to travel, Morning and Day were grateful to be able to leave their home and go hunting.

For safety, Morning lived as ऋक्षहन्ता (Bear Killer) during this period of lonesomeness. The simple reason was that it wasn’t wise for two single women to live alone, which meant living as husband and wife made more sense. Unfortunately, even though Bear knew he was still a woman, his male body’s need for sexual relief caused his large balls to ache and his cock to throb with unrequited desire.

Day may have been amenable to relieving that stress, but Bear could not make himself break the incest taboo. Six months cooped together in close proximity, and needing to sleep close together for warmth, meant mother and daughter came very close to becoming intimate many times.

Although Bear and his mother had spent the last five years sleeping close to each other, typically, they were too exhausted by their trek, hunting, and setting up of camp even to consider their libidos. But with their bodies recharged with regular meals and sleep, by winter’s end, both women were aflame with sexual desire. When the weather finally broke, Bear and Day gratefully headed in opposite directions to hunt.

Bear found an ox-bow in the river where the water ran relatively calmly. Stripping his fur clothing off, he eased into the freezing water. The river, fed by the melting snows, was almost too cold to handle, but it helped dampen his arousal and need. Using sand from the bank, Bear washed the stink of six months without a bath from his reeking body. His clothes were next.

Bear beat and rinsed his clothes, washing the fur as well as possible and enjoying the spring sun on his nude form. He hung his wet clothing on a nearby bush and lay back on the rock he’d beaten his furs against. His eyes closed, and he remembered his mother’s full breasts pressed deliciously firmly against his broad, muscular chest. Day’s groin rested against Bear’s (Morning’s) upper thigh, and although Bear left it unacknowledged, that delicious heat turned him on. Bear knew his mother was aroused, but he ignored Day’s arousal as studiously as Day ignored Bear’s enormous erection. The occasional night-time eruption from Bear’s hefty balls also went unacknowledged.

Remembering the sexual tension of holding a gorgeous woman in his arms every night, unable to consummate that passion, caused Bear’s cock to swell and lengthen. The images playing in his mind were forbidden but oh-so delicious. Taking his hardened cock in his meaty hand, Bear tugged gently and orgasmed to his fantasy. Two more orgasms quickly followed before, disgusted with himself, Bear eased his powerful body back into the water and washed the evidence of his sin away before stretching out on the rock to let the sun dry him.

A young woman’s giggles woke him up. Angry at himself for falling asleep in such a vulnerable position, Bear grabbed his Parashu battle-axe and turned, ready to face an attack. Instead of slavers as his sleep-confused mind had conjured, a barely marriageable-aged young woman stood shyly. Her eyes dropped to Bear’s flaccid seven-inch tool, and she giggled again.

“भवतः पादयोः मध्ये तस्य वस्तुनः किं जातम्? भवतः सुप्तस्य समये उत्तिष्ठति स्म। (What happened to that thingy between your legs? It was standing up when you were sleeping.).” She asked innocently.

“पन्ना मल्कोहा (Emerald Malkoha), come here quickly,” A deep, resonant male voice demanded. The young woman spun, jumped from the rock she stood on, and disappeared into the forest. At her disappearance, a short but extremely muscular warrior stepped onto the rock. He stared at Bear challengingly. “You are not Chaudhri,” the man stated emphatically. “Neither are you a slaver. Who are you, and why are you here where the slavers are known to hunt?”

“The slavers are known to hunt everywhere,” Bear replied drily, tossing his battle axe aside to show he meant no threat. “Your mate?” he asked.

“Daughter,” the warrior answered.

“Mother?”

“Taken by the slavers. Where are you from?”

“My mother and I have been fleeing the slavers from village to village for nearly seven hundred years,” Bear replied heavily, wondering if he’d have to kill the man.

“Seven hundred years?” The warrior asked disbelievingly. Then, understanding broke across his face. “Jangil clan?” Bear nodded. “The Jangil were known for living centuries as others lived decades. Shame that they are no more.”

“They live,” Bear replied with surety. “The tribe built boats and sailed to the islands south of the mainland.”

“You saw them?”

“I sent them,” Bear explained.

“Seer?”

“Yes,” Bear admitted.

“You have seen this here today?”

“No,” Bear denied.

“There must be no significant events today, then.” He considered momentarily. “Your mother lives?”

“Yes. She, too, is hunting today.” Bear answered.

“Is that what you were doing, lying naked on a rock on the river’s edge? Hunting?” The man grinned.

“Perhaps not at that precise moment,” Bear laughed in response.

“I am named जलमहिषः (Water Buffalo),” The man stated, putting aside his spear. “You and your mother are alone?”

“ऋक्षहन्ता (Bear Killer),” Bear replied. “Yes, we travel alone.”

“ऋक्षहन्ता (Bear Killer)?” Buffalo queried. “Because you fought and killed one?” Bear nodded. “Impressive. I am called जलमहिषः (Water Buffalo) because, as a child, I got chased home by one.”

“I thought it might have been because you are built like one,” Bear joked, indicating with his hands that Buffalo might have an enormous cock.

The muscular warrior laughed heartily before answering, “My daughter and I live alone nearby. The Jangil were known to be gracious hosts and peaceful with those who did not attack them. If my daughter and I cross the river and join you, do you promise our safety?”

Bear considered before saying, “Wouldn’t I answer ‘yes’ either way?”

“A dishonest man would. But a Seer of the Jangil clan would not.”

“If you believe I am, you do not need my promise.”

“The wisdom of the Seers,” Buffalo chortled. He pointed upstream. “The river has rapids about a mile from here. The rocks are navigable if you’re careful. Will you meet my daughter and me there?”

“Yes,” Bear acknowledged.

Buffalo faded back into the trees, and Bear dressed before following the river upstream. He found the rapids where Buffalo said they’d be. Buffalo and Malkoha had already crossed the first part of the river. However, they now had the most difficult part to traverse—a five-metre gap where the water rushed between two large rocks. Bear moved from his side to the rock opposite Buffalo and Malkoha.

Buffalo encouraged Malkoha to enter the water, promising he wouldn’t let go and Bear would take her hand and drag her to safety. Malkoha’s fingers touched Bear’s briefly, but before he could grab her wrist, the raging torrent swept Malkoha out of her father’s grasp.

“Malkoha!” Buffalo screamed.

Bear tossed his axe onto the shore and dived after the young woman unhesitatingly. Using powerful strokes, he quickly gathered the unconscious girl and angled for the shore. Many times, Morning thought the river would drag her under, and only the same grim determination that kept her alive through numerous clashes with the slavers got her to the riverbank with Malkoha still held under her arm.

They were a mile downstream and back in the calmer waters of the ox-bow before Bear could drag Malkoha from the river. He grabbed the young woman’s knees and pushed them against her chest, and ignoring her deliciously exposed sex, forced her to expel the water from her lungs. Malkoha coughed up and vomited more water before opening her eyes and taking a shaky breath.

“Malkoha!” Her father shouted as he slid onto his knees before his daughter and Bear. Buffalo had leapt the five-metre gap between the rocks without pause or thinking. A father’s ingrown instinct to protect his daughter had blasted adrenaline throughout his body, and he leapt, knowing he’d make it.

“I’m okay, Daddy,” Malkoha coughed.

Bear caught Buffalo’s eye and shook his head. “Water in her lungs. She risks pneumonia. We need to get her to shelter and in front of a roaring fire before the symptoms set in.”

“The coughing killer,” Buffalo acknowledged. “How far to where you’re staying?”

“Less than an hour.”

“I will carry her.”

Bear nodded, expecting no less. Nearing the abandoned village, Bear whistled piercingly, summoning his mother. The fire had died to embers but it didn’t take Bear long to have it roaring again. He offered Buffalo a cured animal hide to wrap around his daughter and politely turned his head as Buffalo stripped the sodden clothing off Malkoha and wrapped her in the fur.

Day entered the hut and quickly crossed to where Buffalo held Malkoha near the fire. Looking at the young woman’s soaking clothing and hair, Day asked, “Drowned?”

“Nearly,” Bear advised. “Her lungs were full of water, and she wasn’t breathing when I dragged her from the river.”

“Not good,” Day muttered as she wandered around thinking. “Acacia torta, Ocimum sanctum, and Mentha haplocalyx are best. I’ve seen all of those nearby. I’ll be back,” she stated, running from the room.

“Baddhya (Healer)?” Buffalo asked.

Bear nodded. He studied the young woman in Buffalo’s arms. Although it was still early, Malkoha’s breathing showed no sign of crackling or unevenness that would indicate her airways were or were becoming occluded. Bear hoped the quick rescue and Malkoha’s native strength had prevented infection.

Day returned with samples of the three plants she’d mumbled about. Heating water on the fire, Day made a weak tea from the plant leaves. “Make her drink this,” Day told Buffalo.

“तत् द्रव्यं घृणितम्, पितामह (That stuff’s disgusting, Daddy),” Malkoha complained.

“Yes, it is,” Day said severely. “But you will drink every drop, or I will pinch your nose closed and pour it down your throat anyway.”

Malkoha drank the rest with no further complaint before wriggling, wanting her father to let her down. “तत्र (There),” she grumbled. “अधुना किमर्थं मया तत् घृणितद्रव्यं पिबितव्यम् आसीत् (Now, why did I have to drink that disgusting stuff)?”

“To stop pneumonia, little one,” Day explained.

“Oh.” Malkoha thought momentarily before turning to Bear and stating, “You saved me.”

“I got there before your father could,” Bear shrugged embarrassedly.

“Thank you,” Malkoha said before standing on her tip-toes and kissing the surprised Bear’s mouth.

Bear touched his lips wonderingly before coughing and saying. “Sorry, where are my manners? जलमहिषः (Water Buffalo), पन्ना मल्कोहा (Emerald Malkoha). This is my mother दिनं प्रभात इति (Day Dawning).”

Day considered the father and daughter before asking the obvious question, “Where is your mate?”

“Taken by the slavers,” Buffalo stated calmly, though the hurt and anger bubbled beneath his placid exterior.

“My daughters have all been warriors,” Bear explained. “I’ve lost them to death but not to slavery. The pain is the same, though.”

“Mom sacrificed herself for us,” Malkoha stated tearily. “She threw me at Dad and went out to face them. She made Dad promise to take me to safety and not return for her.”

“एकः वीरस्त्री (A brave woman)!” Morning averred. “सा भवन्तं बहु प्रेम्णा अवश्यं कृतवती। (She must have loved you very much).”

“The sacrifice should have been mine,” Buffalo stated sadly.

“How many did you kill getting Malkoha clear?” Bear asked.

“Three,” Buffalo admitted.

“Most warriors are considered exceptional if they manage to kill even one slaver before they fall,” Day mused. “You killed three and kept yourself and your daughter alive. Could your wife have done it?”

“She was not a warrior.”

“She made the right decision,” Day calmly stated. “The one guaranteeing her daughter’s escape.”

Bear watched his mother interestedly. Day was almost flirting with Buffalo—not so much with her words, but with flirtatious looks and touches. Smiling to himself, he announced, “I must return to the river to retrieve my axe. Malkoha, if you feel well enough, perhaps you’d like to accompany me.” Bear turned to Buffalo. “I guarantee she will return unharmed.”

“No,” Day denied. “She needs rest and warmth until we are sure she hasn’t contracted pneumonia.”

Malkoha’s face fell, but she knew her father would not disobey a Baddhya’s instructions. She resentfully gathered the fur blanket around her and turned to the fire. Being near Bear was doing squishy things to her insides, and the heat she knew indicated her arousal flared through her pure nether regions. She had every intention of turning that area impure with the massive Jangil warrior who had rescued her so adroitly.

Day ignored the young woman’s pout and spread Malkoha’s clothing out to dry. Then, Day prepared another tea from the plants she’d gathered. She would make the young woman drink a weak solution every hour for twelve hours. Although the previous is interpreted from the actual process. Time was still a relative thing in that era.

Malkoha, overwrought by her near drowning death, fell asleep sometime later. Day took the opportunity to grab Buffalo’s cock and lead him to the furs. She knelt, pulled his clothes off, and swallowed his rigid six-inch cock. Buffalo stifled a groan and came almost immediately. Day released his glans from her mouth and kissed his shaft and balls as she jacked him back to total hardness. Then, pulling him down by his cock, Day lay on her back and guided Buffalo into her soaking snatch.

She peaked almost as quickly as he had. Her daughter wasn’t the only one who had teetered along the incest barrier, and Day was equally as sexually frustrated as Bear was. Buffalo was about to satisfy that itch deliciously, she hoped.

After escaping the slavers, Buffalo and Malkoha remained hidden, unwilling to move from their forest sanctuary where they knew they were safe. However, he, too, had barely stopped doing what was taboo with his daughter.

It was easy until Malkoha had reached marriageable age. Then, he had to show her how to take care of her monthly visitor, something he knew little about. Next, she asked what it meant to be a woman and mated. Buffalo answered as best he could but knew his fumbling answers hadn’t satisfied his daughter’s curiosity. He needed to find a wife to help complete his daughter’s maturation. He knew that. But how to do it without exposing themselves to the slavers again?

He’d been digging another latrine pit when he heard his daughter’s embarrassed laughter. He dropped his digging tool and ran toward her voice. Reaching the riverbank, he saw Bear standing tall, holding a battle axe, and ready to fight. Thinking the worst, he sent Malkoha to their hideout and prepared to battle the intruder, even though he believed the man couldn’t cross the flooded river.

Their spoken exchange calmed Buffalo’s fears, and he found himself liking and trusting the enormous warrior across the river. He knew Bear’s mother would be a formidable woman if she travelled with her son. Buffalo guessed Bear’s mother would be a warrior, something he desperately wanted his daughter to be. Better to die fighting the slavers than being taken to the markets. Deciding the risk was worth it, Buffalo elected to ask if they could join Bear and his mother. Although gathering in villages drew the slavers, there was safety in numbers. Four stood a greater chance of survival than two.

Buffalo knew Malkoha would naturally gravitate to the impressive Bear. It was inevitable because Bear was the first man besides her father whom Malkoha had seen since their escape. He prayed to his Gods that Bear was indeed honourable and that if attracted to Buffalo’s young daughter, he would mate with her and not use her and break her heart.

Buffalo’s thoughts returned to the task at hand. Beneath him, writhing and pushing her cunt up at him needily, was a gorgeous warrior-woman who was begging to be forcefully fucked. His mate, सायं प्रिमरोज (Evening Primrose), liked Buffalo to dominate her, own her, and make her know she was his. Day’s needy mewling indicated she needed the same from him. Buffalo balanced himself on Day’s impressive C-cup breasts before squeezing them tightly and ramming his cock home.

Day snatched up a hide and stuffed it into her mouth. Biting down hard to stifle her orgasm squeals, Day climaxed under Buffalo’s assault, and then she urged Buffalo on by wrapping her legs around his ass and pulling him into her pulsing cunt. Buffalo grinned down at Day’s sinuously moving body. He moved his strong hands to her nipples and pinched them hard. Day moaned, her cunt squeezing Buffalo’s thrusting shaft rhythmically.

Desperately trying not to wake Malkoha, Day bit harder and shuddered as another massive orgasm thundered through her muscular body. She needed more but knew her lover had to be as horny as she was, so she whispered, “Cum in me, Buffalo.”

Buffalo gritted his teeth as his body went into a rictus, and his pent-up seed spat into Day’s needy gash forcefully. He shook and shuddered as his cock jumped four more times before it stopped ejaculating into Day. Day rolled him over immediately and went down on his cum-covered cock. She carefully cleaned him, being extra gentle with his overly sensitive glans until she felt him swelling again. This time, she moved onto her hands and knees.

Day was significantly taller than the muscular Buffalo, so she spread her knees wide and lowered her heart-shaped, gorgeously firm derriere until Buffalo could penetrate her readily. She felt his thick cock probing at her gaping cunt, and pushed back hard to meet his inward thrust. Buffalo’s pelvis crashed into Day’s taut ass with a loud smack, waking Malkoha. She slit her eyes and watched gleefully as her father firmly fucked Bear’s mother. Imagining it was Bear and she where her father and Day were, Malkoha’s fingers flew over her clit and dipped into her pure pussy.

Malkoha’s hymen had broken many years before. Most athletic girls who train to fight and practice swordsmanship will accidentally tear their hymen whilst sparring. Having no hymen didn’t make her any less pure and would save her pain when she made love for the first time.

Malkoha timed her orgasms to Day’s screams, coming as many times as the older woman did and wondering how it felt having a cock cum in her pussy. Her dad’s ecstatic grunts and Day’s blissful smiles told her it must feel good. She watched her father as his head rocked back, and he held still, emptying himself into Day. When the coupling pair collapsed onto the skins, Malkoha sent a brief prayer that Bear would want to please her like that.

Malkoha heard Bear’s heavy tread on the hut’s stairs, and she shuffled the fur higher around her ears to appear deeply asleep. She wondered how the fearsome warrior would react to finding her father lying naked upon his mother. She needn’t have worried, though. Bear chuckled amusedly before muttering, “At least some of us got some relief today. All I got was my trusty right hand.”

He covered the sleeping pair with a fur and crossed to the fire. Replenishing the fire, Bear sat, looking into the flickering flames. “You can stop pretending to sleep and talk to me if you wish,” he grinningly said.

Malkoha squeaked with surprise before wrapping the fur tightly around her gorgeous young body and sitting up. “How did you know?” She queried.